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I finally got her down.

You finally woke up, you mean.

I can't help it. It's
like snuggling with

the cutest little hot water bottle.

Well, your timing is perfect.

Dinner is served.

It's so good having Allie
work nights lately.

I love having Bethany for bedtimes.

I love seeing her fat
little face in the morning.

You ever thought about
having one of our own?

- Hello?
- Jane, it's Keaton.

Get out of the house right now, it's...

Hi.

What the hell just happened?

Bertrand Keele. German steel titan

- and former Sandstorm loyalist.
- Sandstorm's done.

Yes, which apparently made
Bertrand very, very angry.

You don't take down one of the biggest

terrorist organizations in the world

without making some enemies.

So this Keele person wants me dead?

This Keele person is dead.

He knew the CIA was closing in on him,

but before he took his own life

our intel confirmed that he put
a $10 million bounty on yours.

- So it's over, then?
- No.

The bounty's in escrow
with a dark web fixer.

It's still active, and
we can't shut it down.

The best assassins in the world
are about to come at you.

They're not gonna stop
until someone collects,

and they're not gonna
care who's standing

between you and them when they do.

So we take this fixer down.
Stop it at the source.

Guy's a ghost. CIA's been
after him for years.

Look, Jane... Jane.

We need to get you out of here.

Now, I can set you up with a
new ID, passports, money...

No... no.

There has to be another way.

- Kurt...
- There has to be.

Kurt...

I love you,

but you know that he's right.

It's not safe if I stay.

For any of us.

Fine. I'm coming with you.

- Kurt...
- Yes, I am.

We find this guy, we take him down.

We put a stop to this.

You're my wife. So whatever we face,

we face together.

Okay.

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

I'm sorry.

Director Hirst.

I heard you were back in town.

Mind if I come in?

Uh, no. Please.

So you're finally selling
this place, huh?

Well, don't have much of a choice.

Searching the world
for your missing wife

and the man that has a
bounty on her head?

Costs a lot of money...
that I don't have.

- That's why I'm here.
- Uh-uh. I told you.

I'm not coming back until I find her.

Keaton got her out of this country

and then she disappeared, so
she's out there alone some...

There's been a new development.

Reade, Zapata, Patterson.

They were all taken last night.

- Who took them?
- We don't know.

But this was waiting for
us in Reade's apartment.

What is this? Some kind of puzzle box?

Our forensics teams believe
the lock is biometric.

Jane is likely the only person
in the world who can open it.

Well, if I knew where she was...

Turn the box over.

Coordinates.

Deep in the heart of Nepal, Kurt.

We think we found her.

Go get her.

_

_

I can't believe I finally found you.

Patterson, Reade, Tasha.
They're missing.

We think they've been kidnapped.

- Well, do you think Roman...
- We don't know.

Whoever took them, they left this.

Now, no one's been able to open it yet.

We think the lock is biometric.

What is this?

It needs both of us to work.

What's happening?

New tattoos.

They're fading. What...

What is this? I don't understand.

Bioluminescence.

This must work like
some kind of battery.

How? I don't e...

What? A few months ago,
I was in an accident.

I was in and out of
consciousness for days.

- So you think whoever did this...
- Must have caused it.

And then added these new
tattoos while I was out.

Why go through all that trouble?

I don't know. But these new puzzles...

Must be how we find out.

So where do we start?

Who am I?

At the beginning.

The first tattoo we ever solved.

It's behind your left ear.

"Not causeless is this
journey into the abyss."

That doesn't sound very good.

It's from "Dante's Inferno."

Canto VII-10.

- You don't think they mean...
- July 10th.

The day that I proposed
to you in Venice.

Well, the clue's an Italian reference.

They want us to go back to St.
Mark's Square.

It's all happening again. Isn't it?

But you still have a hit on you.

That hasn't changed.

If you don't want to come, I understand.

Our best friends are missing.

The first clue to saving them

is the first day of our engagement.

We have to do this. Together.

I'm uploading the new
tattoos to you now.

I don't know, there's a
lot of covered up areas.

What? If you want my
comprehensive analysis,

I will require full nudes.

Is that who I think it is?

A lot's changed in 18 months.

Reade's running the NYO,
Tasha went over to the CIA,

she's working for Keaton now.

Patterson moved to Silicon Valley.

She's developing some app thingy.

And Rich Dotcom works for the FBI?

Mr. Dotcom helped us bring down

a massive international
terror cell last year

and is brought in from
time to time to assist.

Hey, Jane. It's Rich.

Long time listener, first time caller.

Jane, they got me staying
in your safe house.

It's like I'm living inside you.
It's very intimate.

Which brings us back to these nudes.

Now, if you want my help,
I really am gonna need

to see everything.

Patterson, Reade, and what's-her-name's

lives may depend on it.

Rich, we'll do complete scans
when we get back to New York.

For now, we know where the
first tattoo's gonna lead us.

I can't believe I'm the one saying this,

but what if this is a trap?

You know? An elaborate ruse

just to get you two out in the open?

Do we really wanna risk it?

At least, before I get my nudes?

Look, whoever put these
new puzzles on me,

did it while I was unconscious.

If they wanted me dead,
I'd be dead already.

This is about something bigger.

Hey...

- Reade?
- Take it easy, take it easy.

You've been drugged.

Where the hell are we?

I'm not sure yet. I just
woke up an hour ago.

I heard the guards
talking Spanish outside

and our cell's stocked with
plenty of water and MRE,

so whoever took us plans
on keeping us for a while.

That's all I got so far.

It's good to see you.

Even if it takes getting kidnapped.

Can't believe it's been a year.

It hasn't been that long.

I just crossed 365 at the CIA.

You haven't talked to me since I left.

It's been a year.

You remember how they grabbed you?

Where? When?

All right, all right, all right.

No! They got you, too?

Feels like we were here a lifetime ago.

Funny, feels like five
minutes ago to me.

This was the first
place I looked for you

when you disappeared.

Thought maybe you were laying
low in the hotel we found,

in some place only we'd know about.

- But you weren't.
- I'm sorry.

I knew that you loved me so much

that you would walk away
from your whole life.

But I loved you too much
to let that happen.

I just thought I could
find who was responsible

for the bounty, take them out,

and come right back to you.

But it didn't work out that way.

No, it didn't.

And here we are.

The place where I proposed to you.

Whoever's behind this,

they could've been here that day.

Watching us.

Jane...

Look at that. VII-10.
Just like the tattoo.

And it's definitely not the
correct time right now.

- No.
- Come on,

maybe there's something inside.

Here.

Jane, don't! We'll get
the bomb squad in.

There's only one number programmed.

Hit it.

"Edmond smiled when he beheld himself.

"It was impossible that
his best friend...

"if indeed he had any friends left...

"could recognize him.

For he could not recognize himself."

Roman.

It's "The Count of Monte Cristo."

You read it, sis?

It's about a man who's
wrongfully imprisoned

who escapes and gets revenge
on those responsible.

You weren't wrongfully
imprisoned, Roman.

You deserve to be locked up.

- Hello, Kurt.
- You did this to me?

These new tattoos? Why?

Penance. You owe me, sis,
for what you've done.

These tattoos are how
you'll pay your way.

But first, we need to get
this price off your head.

Where's the team?

Where's Reade, Tasha, Patterson?

I tracked down the fixer
holding your bounty in escrow

- and arranged a meet.
- Wait, what?

Oh, we crossed paths on another matter

and I managed to gain his trust.

Now the red syringe contains a chemical

called Succinylcholine.

It'll reduce your heartbeat
to an undetectable crawl.

You gotta be kidding me.

Do you think that we're really
gonna go along with this, Roman?

Weller will then deliver
your quote-unquote dead body

to said fixer to collect the
bounty and remove the hit.

Oh, the green syringe
contains the antidote.

And how do you propose
I get your sister back

after I hand her over?

You don't think the guy's gonna want

- to take her body with him?
- I think I'll leave you two

to iron out the details.

All relevant information
is in the envelope.

The bells...

I can hear them through the phone.
He's here.

Why take Reade, Zapata and Patterson?

To bring you back.

What, you thought you
could just hide forever?

Start some fresh, new life?

No. No, we all have our prisons.

These tattoos are yours.

And what about our friends?
How do we get them back?

You don't. I sold them
to the highest bidder.

They're gone, but this isn't about them.

This is about you.

- Roman!
- Let the games begin.

Good luck, "Jane Doe."

Jane!

Weller!

Here!

Come on.

We'll never catch up.

What the hell just happened?

What do you mean? He got away.

I'm talking about you.

You just took off.

Look, I saw him. So I just... I ran.

I'm a little out of practice
working with a partner.

Last time you left without telling me,

it took me a long time
to find you again.

I know. You're right, I'm sorry.

So what now?

Roman's in the wind. We've got nothing.

Not nothing.

Looks like Roman's phone
survived the plunge.

We got all the data you
sent back to us intact.

Yeah, but the big
shocker, it's encrypted.

I'm sure if you had the better
part of a week, Stuart,

you could figure it out all by yourself.

But luckily I'm here, so you'll have

the data back in a couple of hours.

- I never said...
- Ta-ta-ta-ta...

Why is Roman doing this?

- What's his endgame?
- If this was just about revenge,

he had plenty of chances
to kill all of us.

- Why the new tattoos?
- We have to recover the team,

get back to New York
and work all this out.

Rich and Stuart need time
to crack the phone anyway.

Maybe we should just use it to
get this bounty off my head.

We don't know anything about this guy.

And never mind that drug

he wants you to inject yourself with.

Succinylcholine. It actually does

exactly what Roman says it does,

reduce the heartbeat to
an undetectable level.

Yeah, I've actually used
it on myself a bunch

to sneak across the
border as a dead body.

Also for some sex stuff that I...

probably shouldn't bore you two with.

The point is, the only real danger here

is if you don't take the antidote

within 90 minutes, you actually die.

I'm a walking target, Kurt.

And I am tired of running.

Any intel on the dark web
guy controlling the payout?

Leslie Doorhaus, AKA
"The Duke of Death."

We've been aware of him for years,

but until now, he's been unfindable.

Acts as a coroner to the underworld.

Holds the bounties, confirms the kills,

and transfers the funds
to the lucky assassins.

Okay, well we have to
meet him in half an hour

at the Abbey of Misericordia.

I can request Italian police set up

a hidden perimeter around the church.

They'll take Doorhaus
the second he tries

to move Jane's body for disposal.

It's too risky. This is not a good plan.

Right now, it's all we got. So we wait.

Come up with something better.

We don't have to do this, Jane.

Yes, we do.

We have 90 minutes till
I need the antidote.

Please, Kurt, do this for me.

For us.

Okay, okay, so we've been drugged

for God knows how long.

Which means we could be

pretty much anywhere in
the world right now.

But why capture us in the first place?

Why us?

- What?
- Kidnapped, drugged,

and disappeared to another country?

This has CIA written all over it.

- You think we did this?
- Either you or somebody

you pissed off during one
of your sketchy-ass ops.

They kidnapped all three of us, genius.

You think that's a coincidence?

No, this clearly has something
to do with our time at the FBI.

I don't know what you're trying

- to insinuate here...
- Okay, okay.

We can figure out whose fault this was

once we all get out of here.

Break into the safe.

Sorry, what? Break into the safe...

or die.

Your time starts now.

The Duke is running late.

Make yourself comfortable.

We can't open this.

I mean, it's actually
a stock embassy safe.

So it's on the easier side of crackable.

- Not easy, but you know...
- I'm talking about protocol, Patterson.

We're officers of the
United States government.

We don't negotiate with
terrorists, period.

You gotta stop seeing
things so black and white.

- Actually, I don't.
- Do you want a moral victory

or do you want to get us out of here?

'Cause if we don't open this,
they're gonna put us down.

We don't know what's in it.

Opening it might put more lives at risk.

Now that might not bother you,
but it sure as hell bothers me.

Okay, you think just
because I'm CIA now,

I don't care about saving lives?

Stop! Just stop already.

This isn't about the safe
and you both know it.

You're mad 'cause she left for the CIA,

and you're mad 'cause he
ghosted when you did.

Guys, it was different after
Weller and Jane left.

We all felt it and we all
dealt with it in our own way.

You're not angry with each other,

you missed each other.

I sure as hell know I
missed you guys, too.

Reade, Zapata's right.

We do nothing, they kill us,

and they probably just find someone else

who can open this thing.

We need to make some progress here.

Buy enough time to come
up with an escape plan.

Are you two with me or not?

What do you need?

You can tell the Duke
I'm sick of waiting.

My sincerest apologies, I confess

I was absolutely captivated by

one of those glass blowers.

A tourist trap, to be sure.

But the man working there?

Indisputably a genius.

Look. Isn't it breathtaking?

It's exquisite. So can we do this now?

Well, it appears
congratulations are in order.

I was beginning to think
no one would ever deliver

the elusive Jane Doe.

Pity, seems a shame to destroy

something so singular.

Need a hand getting
the body to the boat?

Mmm, no, no, that won't be necessary.

There is an old crematorium
on the premises.

We'll burn the body right here.

Gentlemen, if you'd be so kind

as to bring the body around the back.

The fire should be nice and hot by now.

Oh, hang on. I forgot something.

You've been paid, your
services rendered.

Jane Doe belongs to me now.

Fine, have it your way.

Okay, I cannot believe that that worked.

My dark web sources confirm it...

the bounty's been lifted and
Jane is free and clear.

What about Roman's phone?
You unlocked it yet?

Actually, yes, I have. It
took a little doing b...

Yes, but young Stuart was able to crack

the phone's surprisingly simple
encryption, and good news!

Roman was telling the truth!

He sold Patterson, Reade,
and Zapata into slavery.

I don't know why I
said that's good news,

- that's obviously terrible news.
- So who bought them?

Oh, well that's virtually
impossible to figure out.

Which makes it all the more
impressive that I have.

- Rich...
- See, first I had to

figure out where the
auction was taking place

and then figure out who won
by eliminating who lost...

He's worse than Patterson.
Just tell us where they are.

The Venezuelan government has them.

Yes, and if my intel is correct,

they're being held in a
military training facility

somewhere near the base
of the Caroni River.

Unfortunately, our relationship

with Venezuela being what it is,

there'll be zero
assistance on their end.

Which is why she called me.

I know a group of
rebels that'll meet you

at an airstrip about three
clicks from the base.

They'll get you all the gear you need,

but you have to infiltrate
the compound on your own.

Shouldn't we just call the
President or something?

If we get caught sneaking FBI

into a non-extradition country,

it can spark an international incident.

They bought our friends,

enslaved them under God
knows what conditions.

I'll do whatever I have
to to get them back.

These things are terrible.

Really? I actually kind of like mine.

Which one did you have?

Mexican-style chicken stew.

You? Mexican-style chicken stew.

Do you wanna finish mine?

Which one did you have?

Mexican-style chicken stew.

Ah, thanks.

Maybe we'll get lucky
and they'll kill us

before breakfast.

How's that safe coming, Patterson?

Wait for it.

This code here.

This is CIA.

We gotta destroy it. If they
get their hands on this...

I think they just did.

We're landing in five minutes.

We will get them back.

- And then what?
- What do you mean?

We just gonna go back to how it was?

Well, with these new tattoos,

I'm guessing they're
probably gonna want us

to move back to New York.

As far as you and me, yeah.

I was hoping it goes back to how it was.

Leaving you and the life
we had together was...

the hardest thing I've ever done.

But?

But once I was gone...

There were some parts of
me that woke up again.

Parts of me I didn't even
realize I was missing.

Life in Colorado was amazing.

I had you, I had peace.

I just... I didn't have a purpose.

Some way of defining
myself outside of you.

Outside of us.

And you found that? Out there?

So what do you want now?

I want whatever's inside this.

The data on that thing is
for sure mega-encrypted.

I couldn't hack it even if I had months.

No, we paid for the best

computer specialist in the FBI.

But she hasn't worked for
the Bureau in over a year.

Yeah, I make video game apps, man,

I'm not up to date on this stuff.

I don't believe you.

Well, I don't know what to tell you.

That you will do it.

Wait, if this is just
about hacking a computer,

- what do you need us for?
- To kill if she refuses.

You have six hours.

And then I come back

and I'll start killing your friends.

Then six hours after that,

I'll finish killing them.

I suggest you give me what I ask for.

I might have an idea.

But it's just like, a little bit crazy.

Crazier than getting
killed in six hours?

Well, it involves
Mexican-style chicken stew.

Oh, great, so "all the way" crazy.

MRE. "Meals Ready to Eat,"

as in "Hot... and Ready to Eat."

Made for soldiers with no stove

and no fire.

And apparently no taste buds.

Every meal comes with a packet

of magnesium heater power.

Just add water, and this
stuff gets real hot.

Does anyone care to
guess what the primary

explosive component of flash bangs is?

- Magnesium powder.
- Magnesium powder.

This CIA desktop is liquid cooled.

We just add a bunch of this stuff...

And make the world's biggest flash bang.

Distract the guards, overpower 'em,

take the weapons... it's not bad.

I think someone owes

Mexican-style chicken stew an apology.

We got a lot of ground to cover.

We have seven hours 'til daylight,

we'll have to go a building at a time.

- Let's try and do it quietly.
- Yep.

Why is it off?

It's a slight overheating issue.

Do you want me to boot it up for you?

Okay.

I think we found them.

So much for quiet.

I have an idea.

Now what?

This isn't good.

Okay, okay.

We give up. Don't shoot.

Team!

Weller? Get in!

I'll explain later.

Okay, come on down.

Jane? You're back?

What the hell is going on?

We gotta get out of here fast.

Fast is not a tank's specialty,

and we're nearly out of ammo.

Oh, man, I gotta buy me one of these.

So there's a tunnel system
on the south side of us.

That should get us
through the mountains.

What's to stop them from following?

I don't like those smiles.

That is what stops 'em. Not bad.

Okay, seriously, though,
what the hell is going on?

- Yeah, and where are we?
- And how did you find us?

And where have you been?

It's... a long story.

Well, damn it, we got time.
This tank is slow as hell.

This new layer of tattoos
is even more complex

and dense than the first one.

Hidden letters, unknown patterns

and number sequences,

maps without labels or context.

It appears that every inch
of new ink on Miss Doe

contains hidden meanings.

And I think the CIA should run
the investigation this time.

Shocking! And why is that?

Because we narrowly avoided
a major national disaster

when the FBI ran it last time.

We didn't avoid it, we stopped it.

Besides, the CIA can't operate domest...

Domestically? So far this
case has been glob...

All right, all right, look! Look!

The reality is we need to
work together on this one.

Hear me out. This thing is
plenty big for the both of us,

so I propose a joint task force.

- Come on!
- We... We...

Listen, listen, listen.

Our best chance at neutralizing

whatever this new threat is out there

lies in pooling our resources.

We might not like it,

but tell me I'm wrong.

Is this about solving Jane's new tattoos

or about you getting
your old partner back?

You run the CIA side, right?

Assign whatever agent you think best.

I suggest someone with some
experience on the matter.

- That work for you?
- If you think

this is the right call,
I'll support you.

But I will also hold you accountable

if this blows up in your face.

Okay, so we're gonna form...

A joint task force.

Solve the new tattoos
and go after Roman.

Yeah. Now, I can't force
you guys to join but...

- I'm in.
- Me, too.

I have a lot of people counting on me

- back in California.
- Come on, Patterson.

You know I'll reinstate
you in a heartbeat.

I will help you get set up,
but after that I'm gone.

That's fine. We'll take it.

All right, let's do it.
Jane's waiting on us.

Richard's gonna brief
us in Stuart's lab.

Uh, Stuart's lab? Since wh...
Wait, did you just say Rich?

- Okay, so...
- I'm sorry, I knowl've been gone for a minute.

But are we really letting Rich Dotcom,

dark web super villain, have access to

- FBI computer systems now?
- Hey, Peppermint Patty,

I'm a changed man, 'kay?

Rich is currently on probation,

working with us on sort of
a work-release program.

- Full release.
- The truth is,

he's got a lot to offer,
and over the past year,

he's actually done a
lot to earn our trust.

You see that? That's
leadership right there.

Is... Is there a briefing
somewhere inside this briefing?

I... Okay, these monitors,
they're all wrong.

Can you not lean on
the counters, please?

We're not really doing that anymore.

Thank you. Okay, so, Jane's new tattoos

are a bit of a mindcuss, if
you'll pardon my French.

It's very different this time.

The new layers also seem to interact

with the original tattoos like
some giant game of 3-D chess.

- With puzzles.
- It's gonna take a bit of time to crack.

Yeah, well, for you, maybe.

I thought you were just
helping us get started.

Oh, I'm in. I mean, there's no way

that I'm leaving this
to Rich and Stuart.

No offense, Stuart.

No, I mean, why would I take offense?
Five years of co...

I'm still stuck on why.

We don't know Roman's motives yet

because he doesn't want us to.

The only way to figure it out
is to follow these tattoos.

Jane, you don't have to do this

if you don't want to.

No one is forcing you
to be here this time.

Yes, they are.

Roman knows I can't walk away from this.

He's my brother, these
tattoos are on my body.

I'm doing this.

Backstreet's back, all right!

- Six best friends and Stuart.
- You know what...

Okay, okay, let's just
give the brain trust

some room here so they can comb through

all of this and formulate a plan.

I think we all have earned some rest.

It's nice to see you, Jane.

I'm sorry, but this all
needs to be rearranged.

This has no flow. No flow.

Wow. I love the new look.

It's very Zen.

I was about five minutes
away from selling it.

Been kind of living out of a
suitcase lately, you know?

I know the feeling.

We can have the movers
bring our stuff back

from storage tomorrow.

If... If you still want them to.

Yeah. I want.

I know how much you gave up

to come with me to Colorado.

I'm sorry I didn't
acknowledge it sooner.

If we do this, I wanna
do it right this time.

And I don't know... how
we fit together anymore.

But I do want to figure it out.

That's all I want.

You were carrying this
the entire mission?

Yeah.

Every day since the day you left.

You don't have to put
that on straight away.

There's been a lot that's...

I missed you so much.

I missed you, too.

I don't suppose the,
uh, bed's still here.

I'm sure we can improvise.

- Hello.
- Hey.

So, all of your friends
back under the same roof?

How's it feel?

Um, I love these guys.

We know each other better
than anyone in the world.

But it... it feels different.
It is different.

You're in charge now.

And you've been apart almost two years,

living very different lives.

So I don't doubt your
love for these people.

But, Reade, you can't
assume you still know them.

- Anything good? I'm starving.
- Nope.

I'll go down the street,
I'll get us something.

- Dosa Mahal?
- Mmm, Dosa Mahal.

Bye.

Hey.

You see this yet?

This gonna be a problem?

No. Not if they don't find out.

That was well-played today.

Nobody suspected a thing.

So, you wanna grab a bite,
our usual spot or...

No. And this is the last conversation

we're gonna have about this.

As far as anyone here is concerned,

we haven't seen each other in two years.

Do you understand?

Understood.

Weller.

Easy. Easy... Easy.

What're you doing here? I need a favor.

Some help with the tattoos.

What, are you insane?

Maybe.

But you are gonna help me.

If I don't?

I'll tell Jane what happened in Berlin.

What do you need?

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