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Let her go!

This is not how I pictured
seeing you again.

Yeah? Maybe you don't know me

as well as you thought. Now drop it.

Or what?

- You're gonna shoot me?
- If I have to.

Or you can drop the gun,

and we can have a conversation.

Well, that was fun.

What do you want?

Just your access to the FBI servers.

That's not gonna happen.

Oh, it'll happen.

It's just a matter of how.

Now, which should we use first? Tasha?

Here.

Blueprints to all the CIA's
domestic black sites.

Shepherd could be in any
one of the five sites

on the Eastern seaboard.

We still need to find which one.

I mean, easy enough to say, but...

This is what I'm paying you for.

I'll work my connections, too.

What?

Someone from the U.S. Marshals
looked into me, Allison Knight.

You know her?

Allie Knight, U.S. Marshals.

Clearly you do.

Your friend has a photo of me

from the night we met in Dumbo.

Weller must've tailed me.

I'd be more than happy
to take care of him.

It'll look like an accident.

No, no, I still need him alive.

I can get him under control.

All right.

Now, this can be very easy
or very, very difficult.

Look, you want to talk, let's talk.

Whatever's going on with
you, whatever happened,

we can figure this out.

She's not on your side anymore.

Now, what's the password?

All right. All right!

E...

...A-T...

S-H.

Is this funny to you?

No, it isn't.

But this isn't you. We both know that.

But I can't help you unless you...

What are you doing?

We want the same thing.

I just wanted the smart way.

The hell's that supposed to mean?

You had a scalding hot
fork inches from his face.

If he'd screamed, we'd be
dealing with neighbors

and cops right now. Please.

I was going to gag him before
we got to the good part.

In and out, that's the plan.

What, you're gonna hack it yourself now?

No, I'm buying us time.

I'll break him when he comes to.

One of us will.

Good morning.

Whoa, you're here early.

It's like you have
Jane-related ESP or something.

I literally just learned about this.

You learned about what?

Did you find a treatment?

Please... don't get your hopes up.

There's an experimental
stem-cell therapy.

It's still in trials and
not everybody is eligible.

Okay, so we make Jane eligible.

This isn't like a wait-list thing, Kurt.

Jane has to be a match,

and the test for compatibility
is like a spinal tap...

only a lot more painful.

That is what you came here
to talk about, right?

Yeah. Also...

I need you to look into
this woman for me.

Her name is Violet Park.

What's this for?

It's for Allie. It's a favor.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

And can we keep this between...
ourselves?

Allie doesn't know that I'm
looking into it for her.

Thank you.

Is there anything else going on here

that I should know about?

No.

At least, I hope not.

Wow... your hair.

I did it myself.

Just feels more like me.

- Do you like it?
- I love it.

And I love that,

but we should keep it professional,

Agent Doe.

I didn't miss a team meeting, did I?

No, uh, I was just talking to Patterson.

There's a procedure.

It's a long shot,

but it might be a possible
cure to your condition.

What?

But we have to see if
you're a match first.

From what I gather, the test...

is not gonna feel very good.

You and I can just run.

No, I can't.

I have no choice but to keep
working with these people

until we recover the
rest of your data caches

and find the cure.

I'll do it.

Look, I'll do anything

if it might give us more time together.

We got a hit on Jane's scythe tattoo.

We're not waiting for Reade?

Edgar will not be joining us today.

He's out sick. He e-mailed.

What, you're gonna hack it yourself?

No, I'm buying us time.

Catching up on Netflix. Mm, excuse me.

- You were saying?
- Uh, yes, so on your left calf

is an outline of a scythe.

A Grim Reaper, which is fitting

because it happens to
be the nom de plume

of a very prolific assassin.

We've been chasing "The
Scythe" for years.

He's killed on six continents.

And we've never been able to I.D.
him until today.

Roman added a cluster of
dots imbedded in the tattoo.

We could never figure
out their significance.

Until this handsome fellow
landed at JFK this morning.

Meet Luther VanLax.

Make that swipe right
on that, am I right?

Yes, Daddy. You don't get it.

His facial rec pattern is an exact match

for the dots on Jane's leg.

So Roman was telling us that
Luther VanLax is "The Scythe."

In other words, we just found a ghost.

Briefly. Unfortunately,

by the time my database
confirmed the match,

Luther was already MIA again.

If this guy has killed internationally,

we should bring in Keaton on this.

Shepherd could be in any
one of the five sites.

We need to find which one.

I'll work my connections, too.

The CIA could have intel we don't.

Great. Let's bring in Mr. Fun.

Think he'll wear khaki?

Brilliant plan, Tasha.

Your little friend's still out.

Do you know how much time
you've just cost us?

I will call the boss

- and explain what happened.
- No.

You should've just let me torture him.

It wouldn't have worked. Reade
is too strong for that.

We need to use what's important to him.

Suddenly you're the
interrogation expert?

I'm ex-CIA. It's kind of our thing.

And I know him better than you.

Which is why you should stand down.

You are way too close
to this for my comfort.

Yeah?

We had a little hiccup.

No, I...

We can still get it, we just...

I understand completely.

- We have two hours.
- Or what?

Or JB goes ahead without us.

And you don't want that, trust me.

Nap time's over.

What are you gonna do?

Wake him the hell up.

The Scythe's been on the CIA's radar

since he killed three of our operatives

in Saudi Arabia in '08.

Any theories on his MO?

After the Saudi murders, a U.S.
oil deal fell through.

So we've always figured he
works for the Russians.

That totally tracks.

A "scythe" is another word for a sickle.

His name is a shout-out to the USSR.

And speaking of names,
The Scythe has many.

Here's a list of his aliases
we've compiled over the years.

Okay, so we'll scan every database

in the tri-state area,

see if we can find anything that hits.

Oh!

She is that good, ladies and gentlemen!

- What'd you find?
- One Luther Dolov

just checked into a
lecture at Clovis Labs.

Clovis Labs dabbles in everything

from alt energy research to weapons R&D.

He could be there to
carry out another hit.

Let's move.

Excuse me, Doctor.

FBI! Stop!

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Get on the ground.

You're insane.

Who would choose to program in PHP?

It's like training with weights on...

once you take 'em off,
you're like Superman.

Jane, hold him! Hold him!

You!

What are you doing here?

- You know this guy?
- No,

I've never met him before in my life.

You're the reason I do what I do.

Okay, um...

maybe he has my name
tattooed on his back?

I don't want to hurt you again.

You got a weird way of showing it.

As bad as you think I am, she's worse.

Do us a favor and just
give us the password.

You swore an oath.

You were supposed to protect people.

Yeah...

but who was protecting me?

My "sacred oath" clearly
meant nothing to the CIA,

to my country.

Is that what this is?

You're bitter because you got burnt?

No, I'm thankful.

It was a wake-up call.

A reminder to look out for myself.

Everybody else does.

No, not everyone.

I must've hit you real hard.

Seems like you forgot some things.

Letting a dying man bleed
out in front of you?

You know damn well that was different.

How about hiding your little drug habit?

Who was that protecting?

You think you're immune?

I went from the NYPD
to the FBI to the CIA,

and you know the only thing
that stayed the same?

Corruption. People serving
and protecting themselves.

And you are no different.

I don't fault you for it.

You wanted that Assistant Director job.

And you took it.

Well, now I'm taking what's mine.

What happened to you?

Why are you working for Madeline?

- The real reason.
- I don't know who that is.

So I'm gonna ask you one more time,

and then I can't help you anymore.

What... is... the password?

So who do you work for?

The Russians?

Did they order you to kill Dr. Miller?

- I didn't commit any crimes.
- Hm.

First-degree murder, it's
a pretty serious crime.

What about your crimes?

Being part of a machine
that allows corporations

to profit while strangling
the land to death?

That's why you killed her?

For environmental reasons?

New York is a scourge.

Eight million parasites always eating,

consuming, throwing away.

No one thinking about
what it really costs.

But today the feeding frenzy ends.

Today the parasites burn.

What does that mean, Luther?

How do you know Rich DotCom?

Who?

The man you saw outside of the elevator.

Why?

What have you done to him?

The man I know would
never work for the FBI.

He's so protective.
It's really endearing.

And alarming.

It's just one of the pitfalls
of celebrity, I guess.

Oh, my God, are you sure you
don't recognize this guy?

You think I know this
whack-a-mole, come on?

That man is the seed from
which we are all sewn.

He is the nourishing soil,
he is the sustaining dew,

he is everything.

Okay, that sounded familiar.

So fun fact about me...

I haven't always been the great guy

that you know and love today.

And one of my earlier
entrepreneurial endeavors

appears to have created some
unfortunate ripple effects.

What was the scam, Rich?

I managed to convince
a handful of people

who care very deeply about the planet

to pay me to offset
their carbon emissions.

So you preyed on environmentalists?

Only the gullible ones.

I created a website
where people could go

to offset their carbon footprint

if they ever bought an
"un-eco-friendly" item

like a TV or a cell phone or,
God forbid, a plane ticket.

And they would just
pay me a nominal fee.

And what did you tell them that
you were using the money for?

You know, planting trees,
cleaning the ocean,

fighting deforestation.

Really important, necessary work.

Which you weren't actually doing.

Oh, no, I did not do it at all.

But I did create a
pretty kick-ass website.

That's your website?

I thought you were a computer genius?

I remember it being cooler than this.

But in my defense, I was drinking

a lot of bathtub gin in those days.

"Jackson Fernwood."

Explains how Luther recognized him.

You wrote a manifesto?

- Yes.
- And that's what Lutherwas quoting?

"Nature, the gentlest mother,
impatient of no child,"

"the feeblest or the waywardest,
Her admonition mild."

Emily Dickinson?

- Oh, I have no idea.
- It's Dickinson.

Okay, Harvard, jeez.

Yeah. Wow.

I got tired of writing all this stuff,

so I wrote a program to write it for me.

Basically it's an algorithm
that scours the Internet

for anything remotely ecological,

whips it up, spits it out as propaganda.

You wrote an artificial
intelligence plagiarism bot.

Yes, I did, and then I got
bored with it and moved on.

Well, apparently it's still spitting.

And someone has co-opted this site

to inspire terrorist attacks.

This just doesn't stop at Luther.

He said something today about,

"The New York parasites will burn."

Something else is coming.

Okay, we'll I.D. anyone who
frequented Rich's site,

or bought carbon offsets.

Jane, we should get going

if we're gonna make your appointment.

I want to stay and help.

Jane, it's fine. That's important.

This research is gonna take us a while.

Okay.

You sure you're up for this?

If there's even a 1%
chance this could save me,

I gotta try.

But yeah, I'm scared.

Don't be.

You're the strongest person I know.

You will beat this.

What if I can't?

Hi there.

Okay. Now, I believe you were made aware

you won't be given any
anesthesia for this procedure.

It interferes with the
accuracy of the examination.

Yeah, I'm aware.

I'll be inserting a needle
into your spinal column

to obtain some fluid.

I'll need you to stay very still.

You'll feel a burning sensation

and pressure on your vertebrae.

And for 24-hours after...

Headaches, nausea, fatigue.

They told me.

Hey.

Don't look at them. Look at me.

I'm gonna be here the whole time.

I'm not gonna ask you again, Reade.

You said that already.

All right, my turn.

Don't be stupid.

She will torture you.

She doesn't care about you.

She doesn't care about me.

She just wants the password.

Was any of it real for you?

It was real for me.

Was this entire thing a lie?

Did you ever love me?

Yeah.

I've always loved you.

Does that make it better?

Would you rather that I didn't?

That I'd never let anyone get close,

and you're no different?

Whatever gets us the
password and out the door,

that's the answer.

Actually, I think this is.

What the hell are you doing?

You said to use what's important to him.

You seem pretty important.

If you don't want your
girlfriend's brains on you,

you'll give me that code.

Hey, so while you were gone,

we I.D.'d everyone who
bought into Rich's eco scam.

And this is Daniel Katzovich.

Katzovich was a client of yours?

He was not a bad dude at the time.

- Who is this guy?
- He's the head of ELM,

the Eco Liberation Movement.

They bombed Providence Paper Mill,

killing 40 union workers,

torched Polivy Heating
Oil, another 12 dead.

All their attacks have one aim...

destroy those who destroy the Earth.

How is Daniel still at large

if he's responsible for
attacks like these?

Nothing ties to him directly.

You didn't just inspire one guy, Rich.

You inspired an entire terrorist group.

No, my algorithm did.

My algorithm inspired a terrorist group.

That doesn't sound any
better, I'm sorry.

Daniel must have taken Rich's manifesto

and used it as the
foundational doctrine for ELM.

He always seemed a little
too into it, you know?

He was one of the only clients
I actually met with in person.

He bought so many credits, I took
him out to this vegan restaurant.

- Not important.
- Fair enough.

- What is it?
- After Luther killed Dr. Miller...

Oh, excuse me.

...I wrote a program to
sort through her e-mails,

hoping to ascertain motive.

Dr. Miller was a member of ELM.

Why would Luther kill one of his own?

Looks like she wanted out.

Why? Another attack or...?

She was stockpiling white phosphorous.

White phosphorus starts fires
which can't be put out.

It's so deadly it's banned in war.

She was hoarding the stuff for months,

but two weeks ago ELM seized her stash.

So Luther was the clean-up guy.

Made sure she didn't talk.

"New York is a scourge..."

"Today the parasites burn..."

ELM is going to deploy
that white phosphorous

somewhere in New York.

Today.

I'm gonna countdown from five.

Five...

- four...
- Reade, please.

Oh, what, I'm supposed to save you now?

I don't even know you.

- Three...
- She's serious.

- Two...
- All right, stop!

Okay, don't kill her. I'll
give you what you want.

I stand corrected.

You were useful after all.

Katzovich has a multi-acre
compound in Long Island.

So we storm the place.

We'll bring him in for questioning.

No, I mean, if the white
phosphorus isn't at the compound,

then a raid could trigger an attack.

So you got a better idea?

Well, I'm apparently still
beloved to these folks.

What if I was your ticket inside?

- What?
- That's not the worst idea.

Okay then, we're going undercover.

I'll stay in the truck with Keaton.

Bring me to my people.

I told you not to disturb me.

Jackson Fernwood is here.

Hmm.

Jackson, I can't believe it.

- It's been...
- Years.

My goodness, you look good.

Come to me, Dan-Dan.

- And you are?
- Um...

This is Wendell.

Wendell, his assistant.

Well, more of a servant, really.

But who among us is not a
servant to Mother Gaia?

Don't push it, Rich.

So you've continued your
environmental work?

We haven't heard from
you in quite some...

Continued it?

No, my dear.

I've increased it.

When you disappeared,
we reached out, but...

we never heard back.

Say you got rid of your phone.

I had to abandon my "Smartphone."

I don't need Instagram telling me

where to find my free-trade coffee.

And your e-mail?

Yes, and snail mail.

Don't get me started on the USPS

and the rampant waste of paper.

Easy.

We assumed you'd lost
devotion to the cause.

No, no.

Opposite, opposite.

Time to prove your bona fides.
Tell them you're...

I've been on the offense,

making some big moves.

- Like?
- Fires.

You're gonna have to be more specific.

Starting fires.

All right, site the
Northern California fires

that burned down the tract homes.

They never figured out
how it got started.

For example, the ones in NorCal.

We were responsible for that one.

Why come back now if you're
doing so well without us?

Well, humbly I've returned to help.

Kurt, pad his ego. He's a narcissist.

And to learn.

Jackson hasn't stopped talking
about you, Daniel, and...

what we've done is... is nothing

compared to what you've
achieved with ELM.

I wouldn't say "nothing," Wendell.

I would.

This compound is legendary,

all thanks to you.

Well...

Let me show you around.

We have 18 acres of organic gardens,

water purification system.

And an absolutely breathtaking view.

Although I'm not really
a beach person myself,

I find once the sand

- gets in your swim...
- The ocean's location

is strictly strategic.

Between operating our own wind farm

and the state-of-the-art solar panels,

we make 100% of our energy.

My truck even runs on vegetable oil.

So it's a completely
independent commune.

In every sense of the word, yes.

That doesn't look very communal.

Okay, I'll buy you some time.

Daniel, I'd love to meet your
members of your movement,

if that's possible.

Jackson Fernwood, you're
heard of me, of course.

Hello, hello.

How you feeling?

Hanging in.

Been wanting to ask you something.

Yeah.

I know it's crazy, but...

I want to see Shepherd.

One last time.

Why?

After what she's done to you?

I want to interrogate her.

See if she knows anything about a cure.

You think we haven't done that?

Come on, you think I want you dead?

You and I have come a long way, Jane.

I haven't done it.

She might admit something to me that...

She doesn't know anything.

I have other reasons for
wanting to see Shepherd.

I'm dying.

Do you understand that?

I don't know how much time I have.

And you want to spend it with a monster?

I need to see her.

Look, I'm sorry, Jane,
but the CIA doesn't use

black sites to host
family reunions, okay?

- So the answer's no.
- No?

I know all about what you do there.

I know what it feels like to
not see the sun for months,

to feel like you're losing your mind.

Now, my memory might be shot,

but I remember everything you did to me.

And you don't think you owe me one?

And this is the favor
you want to call in?

I'll take you up tomorrow.

Shepherd could be in any
one of the five sites

on the Eastern seaboard.

How far is the drive?

I, um, I have more doctor's
appointments in the city.

We'll be back by the afternoon.

There's a locked garage.

I'm heading to it now.

Be ready to move in.

I'm in...

but I don't have a lot of time.

Do you have eyes on the
white phosphorous?

No, got my eyes on a lot of empty boxes.

Hang on.

And some sort of EMP device.

- I'll send you a photo now.
- Got 'em.

Could be for disabling communication

at the bombing target

to prevent calls to first responders.

I got three barrels here.

They do have some sort of
white residue on them.

That would be the white phosphorus.

Be careful. It's highly reactive.

Their stockpile was here.

These boxes have labels on them.

For drones.

Empty drone boxes and empty
barrels of white phosphorus.

They're planning an air strike.

So this was the assembly point.

And we can't just evacuate one building.

No, the whole city will be under attack.

I'm sorry, I heard "air raid"?

The white phosphorous
isn't there anymore.

It looks like it's being prepped
for aerial distribution.

Okay, we need to get the
hell outta here right now.

Actually, you need to
find the launch site.

Rich, have you seen any maps or plans...

You don't think I would have
mentioned that already?!

- Can you get on Daniel's phone?
- Oh, yeah,

I'll just tell 'em I need to
call my friends at the FBI!

Rich, calm.

Okay, okay, you know
what, I can do that.

He's been on his phone a lot today.

He's probably been communicating

- with whoever's overseeing the launch.
- Yeah.

Weller, I'm sending you
an upload link now.

Once Rich has the phone, swap the SIMs

- and import the data.
- Got it.

"Once Rich has the phone,"
like that's the easy part!

Download's almost finished.

You're in way over
your head, aren't you?

Let's look at the people you run with.

You worked with Blake because
she was easy to control,

but Madeline's a different
story, isn't she?

Not your job to worry about me anymore.

I'm not worried about you
because it's my job.

It's written all over your face.

Madeline is vicious and
erratic, and you're afraid.

I told you...

I don't work for Madeline.

You might have gotten what
you wanted this time,

but what happens the next,
when you can't deliver?

You think she's gonna have your back?

It's not too late, you can come in,

I'll cut you a deal.

But you gotta do it now.

You go any further across this line,

then I can't help you, Tasha.

Thank you for your cooperation,

and your insight into my coworker.

I wonder what our boss would think

about your generous offer.

How can I know that you won't
rat us out to save yourself?

Because he's lying.

Even if you wanted help, if
I step one foot in the FBI,

there's a good chance I'll
never see sunlight again.

Isn't that right, Assistant Director?

Smart girl.

Good-bye, Reade.

Daniel, I must ask,

I've been staring at it all day.

- Where did you get this shirt?
- Get it?

We don't buy what we don't have to.

Ah, yes.

The wasteful practices of
the textiles industry.

It's really the shipping companies

who do the most damage. We made this.

Of course you did.

We have an onsite loom.

Onsite, really? May I touch?

It's just got such an
inviting sort of feel to it.

It's silk or a kind of cotton?

You think I don't know
what you're doing?

You had a reputation for
seducing followers.

But I'm not a follower anymore,
and I'm not interested.

Understood.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

Daniel, where's your bathroom?

Down the hall, door on the left.

Okay, thank you.

If it's yellow, let it mellow.

I've got his SIM card.

I'm transferring it to my phone now.

Put it on "do not
disturb" and start the upload.

It'll take about six minutes.

So, about this loom...

Excuse me.

Landline... it's pretty old-school.

What, is he gonna listen
to a Walkman next?

Remember those?

What do you mean, you just called?

When?

Daniel's a little on edge.

Understood. I'm gonna
go check on Wendell.

My phone's missing. Where's Jackson?

He just stepped out.

- And his friend?
- I don't know.

That was the bombing team.

They've been trying to call.

Find them now!

And activate the EMP.

If they're cops, we can't
let them get word out.

Okay, bail out, bail out, we're burned!

Rich?

Rich?

Rich! You copy?

Hey!

Stop!

Are you okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

Comms are fried, they
must have used the EMP.

Where's Rich?

I told you I didn't trust the timing

of him showing up again.

The feds must have gotten to him.

If I ever see Jackson
again, he's a dead man.

Guys...

I'm with Daniel in the
truck, can you tail us?

Guys?

Guys?

We had the building secure,

- but Daniel madde his own exit.
- How the hell did that happen?

Through an unmarked
easement in the back woods.

Rich is gone, too.

What?

I got something off Daniel's phone.

Yeah, hang on, I'm
putting you on speaker.

The EMP blast prematurely
terminated the upload,

but I was able to retrieve
his last incoming texts.

- What do they say?
- A bunch of scary stuff,

but more importantly, they
originated in Brooklyn,

Greenpoint, to be exact.

Okay, Patterson, Greenpoint
is three square miles.

I'm working on getting you
a more precise location.

We're heading there now.

Send us the exact coordinates
when you get them.

Let's move.

Get them in the air now, let's go.

Whoa.

I'm a nimble gazelle.
I'm a nimble gazelle.

Okay.

Roadside Service Center.

What's your emergency?

Yes, hi, I'm trying to thwart
a domestic terror plot.

Could you please connect me with
the New York branch of the FBI?

Just tell 'em it's Rich,
they'll know who that is.

Sir, prank calling an emergency operator

is a serious offense.

No, no, no, I'm...
seriously, I'm with the FBI.

Seriously, this is illegal.
I'm hanging up.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, please.

What if you're wrong, huh?

Think about that just
for a second, I mean,

you know, the call is
being recorded, I assume,

and I don't wanna put
this on you, but...

Hello?

Okay.

- How much longer?
- Two minutes, tops.

Stop what you're doing right now!

What the hell are you doing?

I'm saving the planet.

No, we're saving the planet.

Daniel, I have the conch now.

It's my time to talk.

I built something beautiful, peaceful.

A true collective,

united by our shared
love of Mother Earth.

You really think setting
Manhattan on fire

is gonna be good for the environment?

I mean, it's mostly garbage, right?

- Exactly.
- No, I mean literal garbage.

Like litter, rubbish, trash, et cetera.

And setting it on fire's
not gonna be good

for the ozone layer, am I right?

Do you know how many over-consumers

populate Manhattan?

I wanna say eight million, give or take?

Fires are a natural part
of a forest's life cycle.

From the ashes of Manhattan, a
new, natural city will grow.

I don't see how that's possible.

Take him out!

Everyone out! Everyone out!

Cover me!

- Go, go, go, go!
- Go!

Jane! Come to us, now!

Jane!

My back spasmed!

I got her.

Oh... you are kidding me.

Move it!

Kurt...

Jane...

Stay with him.

Come on, Keaton. Hang on.

I got the controls.

You're dealing with WY802 drones,

you're gonna need to toggle...

It's a remote control,
Patterson, I got it.

Right, yes. Super user-friendly.

Ah, no!

Freeze.

You got the right to remain silent.

And the right to apologize

for turning a perfectly good online scam

into a terrorist organization.

You like the Earth so much,

why don't you get down on
the ground and kiss it?

Smoochie-smoochie.

Come on, you've seen "Cops,"
you know how this goes.

Come on, Keaton. Stay with me.

Hey... you're gonna call
my wife and kid, okay?

No, you're gonna call them yourself.

Keaton?

No... no...

I've been calling you guys.

Zapata's in Manhattan,
we need to find her.

- What do you mean?
- What happened to your eye?

I just spend the entire day
with her tied to a chair.

Like an S&M thing, or...?

She broke into my home!

I'm getting sick and tired of Keaton

telling us he's gonna handle it.

He damn well better share
some intel with us,

and we're gonna find her, now.

What?! What is it?

Keaton was shot today in the field.

He's in a medically-induced coma.

They're not sure he's gonna make it out.

All right.

Patterson, send out a
nationwide FBI alert

with a focus on the
tri-state, and send forensics

over to my place. She wasn't alone.

I'm gonna need the two of you

to do a digital analysis on the servers.

I think she just accessed them.

But those are unhackable. I know, I...

I let her on. I didn't have a choice.

Okay.

We'll figure out what she took

or gave us.

Jane...

I'm so sorry, but you're not
a match for this treatment.

Are you sure there's no...?

Unfortunately, the
results were conclusive.

Your body would reject this
form of stem-cell therapy.

I'm truly sorry, I wish
there was something

we could do to help you.

I'm so sorry.

We're going to find a cure.

Roman did it.

Okay.

So, uh...

That's it.

I'm... I'm gonna die.

- Don't say that.
- Why?

Right now there isn't a cure for me.

- Jane...
- And I thought that this

might actually work,

that I'd have a real
shot at beating this.

You do. We're not finished yet.

There were so many
things I wanted to do,

- things that I needed...
- You will.

We will.

We're going to figure this out.

And what if we don't?

What if we can't?

Come here.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Stop looking into Violet.

Okay, but I...

I shouldn't have second-guessed Allie.

She's got a lot on her plate, and...

she doesn't need me being paranoid.

Look, I don't know

what's going on between you two.

But I already looked into Violet.

And she is...

no Girl Scout.

Violet's aliases have aliases.

She's the queen of the black market.

She can get you anything from...

surface-to-air missiles
to drugs to human organs.

Anything for the right price.

Are you okay?

I mean, I know Allie missed it,

but she should be happy you
found this for her, right?

Yeah.

Hey.

Uh... arnica gel.

It'll help with the bruising.

You should go home.

I'm not leaving here until I find her.

I'm not sure that's real.

She couldn't have just
disappeared again!

Ugh...

I have teams combing the city,

every port, every airfield.

I just need to stop her
before she hurts anyone else.

My contact at the CIA
says it's a day trip.

Shepherd has to be at the
Rowayton black site.

I'll start prepping the breakout.

What took you so long?

There was a delay getting
onto Reade's computer,

but we got what we needed.

Better late than never, I suppose.

There's something else you should see.

It's in the trunk.

What was that all about?

She was MI-6, an undercover agent

in your inner circle.

I did some digging.

It's all there.

Official dossier from the UK.

I was advised there might be a mole.

I was worried it might be you.

When this is over, your
loyalty won't be forgotten.

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