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What are you doing?

We have to help.

Somebody might be in there.

We're not supposed
to leave the truck.

Must be my birthday.

We're only here for one thing.

Come on, we've got
a whole armory here.

This is all we need.

Okay, well, uh,

it's been a while since
we've all been together

as a team since Jane
stopped being evil,

and since you stopped
pretending to be evil,

and I thought we should
commemorate this occasion

by unveiling...

"Tattoo Squad"!

The semi-cooperative
European style

worker placement
card drafting game

with bidding elements
and character customization.

You know, to mitigate
the dice rolls.

It's a board game!

Starring us!
Solving complicated mysteries

by completing puzzle tests

on three unique boards!

I'm both impressed
and horrified.

Thank you! And, for the
game pieste de resistance.

Et voila!
Okay.

Now, they're just prototypes,
just keep in mind.

We all get one.
There you go.

There you are.
Right? Okay?

Now, we can play as ourselves,
we can play with each other.

I call Jane, so you get me.
There you go.

Why is mine so much shorter
than Patterson?

It's not supposed
to be to scale.

It's just a prototype.
It's not meant to...

It's cute that way, I think.

Why is my face all melty?

Well, maybe if you'd
invited me to your game nights

you would have had
a better sculpt.

Okay, this just got weird.

I think it's amazing, Rich.

It's a great way
to celebrate the team.

You're right.

We have all been through a lot,

and it's nice to know that
we're on the same side again.

Okay, all right.
So let's see who goes first.

Everybody grab the 20-sided die.
Here we go.

Maybe later.
Jane, they're ready for us.

Okay, yeah.

So our agents brought in
everything they discovered

in the abandoned
Sandstorm safe house.

We thought you could
take a look.

It's nice of Shepherd
to leave us a key to the place

before she died.

Yeah. Key to her old
terror cell hideout.

How parental of her.

So you recognize the key,

but you've never
been there before?

Well, Shepherd had
safe houses and stash sites

all over the place.

It was our job to know

which key unlocked
which site, but...

I was only ever allowed
to go to a few of them,

and never that one, so...

Whatever's behind this door,
she wanted me to find now.

If she had a plan
set in motion before she died,

we should definitely
investigate.

On the other hand,
I guess this could be a trap.

Shepherd doesn't have
any power over us anymore.

None.

You ready?

Kinda looks like Shepherd

was getting ready
for a yard sale.

Does any of this
stuff look familiar to you?

Another win for Remy.

Yeah. Yeah, I recognize
almost all of it.

This triggering any memories?

Yeah.

But it's different
than it used to be

when I couldn't
remember my past.

Those were fragments, flashes.

This is, um...

This is like everything
all at once.

All these old,
fully-formed memories

just leapfrogging to the front
of my brain.

It's just... a lot.

It's not a good feeling

wondering if you can
trust your own daughter.

I'm sorry, Jane.

I don't need you to be sorry.

I need a minute.
Wait... Jane...

Just...

We'll catalogue
this stuff later.

We got a tattoo hit.

Okay.

What do we got?

Uh, you know that armored truck
robbery this morning?

The one that was
hauling an arsenal.

Yes, every delicious
piece of ordinance

is present and accounted for,
except one.

Thieves...
Left one empty crate.

The Hermes
tattoo on Jane's body

contains a serial number

that matches whatever
was stolen during the heist.

"Whatever was stolen"?

What do you mean?
Don't we know?

The company that owns the truck

is being pretty tight-lipped
about whatever was on board.

SilverMark Industries.

Weapons developer
and defense contractor.

FBI's had an eye on them
for a while now.

Aren't they suspected of
supplying the chemical weapons

used in that hotel attack
a few years ago?

Unfortunately, we weren't able
to tie anything to Silver Mark.

All right, so how did they
respond to the robbery?

They'll file a police report

once they've done a full
inventory on it.

Yeah, that sounds super legit.

So they must have been
hauling something

they shouldn't have been.

What about the guards
in the truck?

Are they alive?

Battered and bruised,
but treated and released.

SilverMark doesn't tell their guards
whatever it is that they're transporting.

And I guess they're not as tempted
to steal whatever's on board

if they don't know what it is.

Well, someone knew.
Thieves figured it out.

I'm sure you guys can, too.

Hey.

Just a heads-up, I've been
making rounds again

with my contacts.

Any leads on Madeline?
Not yet.

Her trail's getting cold.

If we don't bring her in,
the CIA will be

highly motivated
to hold you accountable,

whether you deserve it or not.

What did one girl do
to get so lucky?

Hey, look...

I see you pushing yourself,
and that's good.

Just know that while we sort
this whole Madeline thing out,

you got an entire team
you can lean on, all right?

I know.
And I appreciate it.

What is it?
It's Keaton.

So no backup.

Nobody to vouch

you're one of the good guys.

Madeline on your tail.

I'm amazed you're still alive.

I'd hate to be you right now.

Says the guy who just
got out of a coma.

You vouching for Tasha
will go a long way

in clearing her name.

Tasha...

I put you in
an impossible situation,

and I jeopardized the trust
of the people you care about.

Sabrina Larren and the CIA
are still gunning for Tasha.

They're not happy about how
any of this played out.

I will be back later today

with the authority
to take that woman

into CIA custody.

If we want them to back off,

taking down Madeline
and getting her to talk

is pretty much our only hope.

Well, I know you're innocent.

But there's something
at my place

that might help prove it.

A USB drive
in a concealed compartment

in my desk drawer.

Password is "Narcil."

It's a detailed record
of everything I had you do...

What, where, when.

Just get that drive.

Done.

It's good to have you back.

So, I revisited the tattoo

and realized it's not
just a serial number.

By doing a full spectrum
analysis on each digit,

I found these.
Hey, puzzle pieces.

Yeah.
How traditional!

Why don't you try arranging them

in numerical order?

Those look familiar.

They're on
the computer chip tattoo.

So why is the "I" in "ASiA"

the only word
that's not capitalized?

Silicon.

The semiconductor material
used in computer chips.

Big "S," little "I"
on the periodic table.

Okay, so Hermes is not Hermes,

he's Mercury.

Same God, different name.

Okay, so if we add
the atomic numbers...

Mercury is 80.
Silicon is 14, duh.

So that's...

94.

It adds to 94...

Are you having trouble
with simple math?

Oh... 94.

This is bad.
This is very bad.

Whoever robbed that truck,

they just stole
the key component

for a nuclear weapon.

Oh, my God.

They've got plutonium.

Well! This is quite
the pickle, huh?

Most of you know
Dave Kirkpatrick of the DIA.

Since we're dealing
with missing plutonium,

Director Weitz asked
that he be brought in.

Oh, is this that Dave?

My God, it's like Tintin
joined the debate team.

He's an expert at nuclear
weaponry and tech,

so let's put Agent Kirkpatrick's
skills to good use.

Oh, it's Dave.

Dave. We're all
friends here.

The Defense Intelligence Agency
is, uh, happy to help

get you guys back on track.
Thank you, Dave.

We don't know how much
of the plutonium was stolen.

But even the smallest amount
poses a massive threat.

Oh, yeah.
It's a real humdinger.

One of the most dangerous
substances on Earth.

Depending on
the weaponization method.

Whether it's a dirty bomb,
gun-type casing,

implosion model
on the fission end of things.

There are no good scenarios.

We need to find that plutonium.

Rich, Patterson, I want you guys

to work with Agent Kirkpatrick.
Ah...

Dave.

See if you could find out
who stole the stuff,

and what they plan
on using it for.

I'll check in with SilverMark,

see if I can get them to talk.

Yeah, I'll contact
local law enforcement.

Those burning cars
at the crime scene

must have come from somewhere.
Sounds good.

Let's make it happen.

Okay.

I, uh, found the drive
at Keaton's apartment.

Great. You can start
working on your defense

for when the CIA comes calling.

What's up? It's just strange being
at Keaton's apartment alone.

His wife and his daughter are staying
with family by the hospital.

Something happen?

No, I just...

He's got a really nice home.

Keaton the family man, huh?

So I guess he does have a human side.
I wasn't so sure.

And it all gets destroyed
if we don't clear our names.

Sometimes you forget
how dangerous this can be

for people
you care about the most.

I'm gonna get this checked out.

I'm just gonna say it.
SilverMark Industries?

You guys really should have
kept a closer eye on them.

Thank you, Dave.
That is so helpful.

No, you know what?
I think Clay Aiken's

better-dressed stunt double
has a point.

He does? Who's Clay Aiken again?
Baseball?

We know that SilverMark
keeps their deliveries covert,

so if we can't even figure
out what they're carrying...

How could the robbers know?
Unless it was an inside job.

What if it was an inside job?

It's pretty much always
an inside job, Patterson.

Okay, okay, so we look for

someone on SilverMark's
payroll with a criminal past.

Nothing damning here.

Sam in Accounting
missed an alimony payment,

Charlotte in HR punched a DJ
at a rave in 1998.

Oh, well, I can empathize
with that impulse, huh?

Okay, if it was an employee

they wouldn't have gone
into work on heist day.

Gertrude Simmons,
maintenance worker,

hired in June, swapped shifts
at the last minute.

Wait a minute. I
recognize that face.

That's not Gertrude Simmons.
That's Greta Smalls.

She's been on
the DIA list for a while now.

She's an arms dealer.

If I can bring her in,

this would be a pretty
big win for me.

And obviously for us,
team-wise, right?

Every seller needs a buyer.

I'm gonna look into
last known associates.

DIA's been trying to
access the dark web,

auction sites where
things like this get sold,

but there is absolutely
no way in.

I think you mean there's
absolutely no way in for you.

Thought I'd find you here.

I, um...

I looked into the, uh,

burning cars used in the heist.

It's a dead end.

They were reported
stolen from neighborhoods

miles apart.

No connection.

No luck on my end either.

Mm.

SilverMark is stonewalling us.

Hey, Jane...

What happened?

In that room back there?

It's just us.

Talk to me.

I almost held it together,

until I...

felt that blanket.

What'd you remember?

When I was a kid,

there was this one
really cold morning.

I crawled into Shepherd's bed,

which she never let me do.

But I wrapped up in that blanket

and I... I just...

curled up right next to her.

And it sounds crazy, but, uh,

that was one of the happiest
moments of my life.

She knew how much
that blanket meant to me.

And she put it in there
for a reason.

All of those things.

And I think I know why.

Why?

I think that stash site
was supposed to be

my recovery room.

Touchstones to...
To shock my memory

back into being Remy,

once I had accomplished
my mission.

So, you think...

she thought that
it'd still work?

I don't know.

I mean, either that
or she just did it

to torture me one last time.

Ah! Okay.

Thanks to this DIA list,

and my more important
deep web knowledge,

we find ourselves
at an auction site

with which I have more than
a passing familiarity.

"XR1229."

Greta's used those numbers
before with different letters.

That's gotta be her.

What do we got?

Oh, just an out-of-the-way
corner of the dark web

where our favorite
plutonium thief

is about to do business...
The usual.

All right.
That's Greta.

"Looking to buy."

Great, uh...

"Have funds."

She's not taking the bait.

"I have
what you want to buy."

What?
Greta's buying?

I thought she was selling
the plutonium.

Oh, no.

What do you mean,
"Oh, no?"

If I'm correct,
and I for sure am,

GT and IMP are referring

to different types
of bomb casings.

IMP in this context meaning
implosion device.

That's what you put
the plutonium in

to make a nuclear weapon.

Okay, she made the deal
but they're going private.

Can we still monitor them?
Yes.

I just need to hitchhike
into their private chat.

Shouldn't be an issue.

Okay, that's a bit of an issue.

So now we don't know when
the deal will go down,

where it'll happen,
or who she's gonna buy from.

She's about to become the owner
of a fully functional nuke.

Dave, how bad is this?

Depending on where it goes off,

we're talking about thousands
of people dead.

Hundreds of thousands, millions.

So, Patterson,
it's very, very bad.

Greta's about to take some
very dangerous chocolate

and mix it with some very
radioactive peanut butter.

You see, the plutonium
is our peanut butter,

and the implosion device, that is
our chocolate, and when those...

All right, we... we got it.

We need to figure out how
to get into this private chat

to shut the deal down... tell
me you know something, Rich.

I'm working on it.

You said you knew
the ins and outs of this site.

I used to be able to spy
on everything on this thing,

but, uh...

And we're in! Ta-da!
I still got it.

Thanks to Rich, we
now have a place and time.

Greta will attempt
to buy a device

to weaponize her plutonium
today at the Caris Hotel.

And now we know
who our seller is.

Konstantin Valenov.

A prominent Russian businessman.

We're still working out
the details of the bust,

but, Weller,
you'll run the team.

I have a feeling
this isn't gonna be as easy

as kicking down a door.

No, the bigger threat here
is the plutonium.

If I were Greta,

I wouldn't bring it to the meet.

I'd leave it somewhere safe.

We gotta find it, so...

why don't we let
the deal go through,

and follow Greta
back to the plutonium.

And what if we lose her?

We just hope that Valenov

sells her a bomb casing
that doesn't work?

What if it's not Valenov

selling Greta
the malfunctioning device?

What if it's us?

What do you have in mind?

We intercept the device presale,

tamper with it,
rendering it useless...

Dibs!
That's totally my area.

I mean, that is why I'm here.

Ahem, look, Dave,
we appreciate your help...

Does anybody else here
understand

the technical intricacies
of more than 57

implosion model nuclear devices?

More than 57?

Anybody!

Because I know 58.

Okay, so Dave
disables the device,

and we sell it to Greta.

It probably has
tracking capabilities.

I mean, most nuclear devices do.

Okay, so if Dave
can active the tracker,

the team can lock onto it,

we'll follow that
back to the plutonium.

All sounds well and good.

Can I disable the device?
Sure.

Can I manipulate the tracker?
Of course.

But how do we do this?

I think I know.

If only there was some way

I could demonstrate it visually.

Okay, so there's two rooms
in the hotel.

Downstairs and upstairs.
Okay?

Now we have Patterson and Dave

as Greta and her,
let's say, lackey,

waiting on the second floor.

One floor down
from the real buyer.

Exactly.
Now, why am I a peanut?

Because you're not
part of the team.

Saving me for the expansion.
Heh, smart.

Yeah. Okay.
Now we have Valenov

and the device coming down,
first floor,

pressing the button
for the the third floor,

but thanks to some patented
Rich.com hackery,

they're actually gonna make it
to the second floor,

where all the signs will have been
changed to maintain the deception.

Oh, so basically, "Mission
Impossible: Ghost Protocol."

I don't know what that is.
It's a great film.

Tom Cruise does
all his own stunts.

- Let's stay on track here.
- Okay.

After we arrest Valenov...

"Oh, no, I can't
believe, you'll never take me alive.

All right,
I'll go peacefully."

Dave the Peanut will
tamper with the device,

rendering it useless,

and then he'll bring it
up to the third floor,

where Kurt and Jane
will be waiting.

Now, the meeting's
supposed to start at 3:00,

but, according to the chat, if either
party's late, the deal is off.

All right, so we just have
to buy some more time upstairs,

while Dave brings
the device downstairs.

I know those systems
inside and out.

It'll take me two seconds.

Great, 'cause that's
how many you'll have.

Okay, so that is your mission,

and apparently you have chosen
to accept said mission.

So, good luck.

Are you okay?

Huh? Yeah.
I'm just, uh...

trying to keep my eye on the...

unimaginably dangerous prize

without thinking too much
about the people

who are bringing
said prize to us.

You said... that you were
pretty confident about this.

Do we need to find someone else?

No. No, no, no, no.

This is not my first rodeo.

I've been to numerous rodeos.

Should I close the door?
I'm gonna close the door.

I'm... I'm closing the door.

Okay, our life-size meatballs
are in their starting positions,

and Patterson is in place,
getting her Greta face on.

Weller, Jane,
you guys ready to go?

We're set.

Okay, game on.

Uh, Valenov just got
on the elevator,

and he's pressed the button
for the third floor.

He's coming to you early, Patterson.
Copy that.

Just gonna override
the system here,

and he should get off
on the second floor.

Okay, he got off.
It worked.

You're here early.
I like that.

You're Greta?

Yep.

Who's this?

I wouldn't come
to a meeting like this

without my technical adviser.
Muscle.

Which is it?

He's kidding.

Clearly he's not...
the muscle.

His strength is his knowledge.

Not that I couldn't, of course.

Muscle stuff, that is.
Yeah, sure.

Mostly I'm the, uh,
technical adviser, but, uh,

I do work out.

Hit the gym.
Nasium squats.

Dave, you gotta
keep it together, man.

You'll have
to excuse my associate.

He's aces with
high-tech weaponry.

But he has a little bit
too much of an appetite

for recreational powders.

Greta, I understand
a couple of years ago

you did business with
my old friend Yuri.

Yuri?

Yuri...

I'm searching!
Just a second!

Patterson really needs
the answer now, Rich.

Okay, uh, Yuri, Yuri.
The... Gardener.

No, Butcher!
Yuri the Butcher!

Sorry.
My Russian's a little rusty.

Yuri the Butcher.

Yes. How is Yuri?

Uh, hang on.

Oh, dead! Super dead!

Ha! Okay. Oh, murdered
in a very gruesome fashion.

And, according to
the authorities, his killer

is most likely standing
right in front of you.

So... that's fun.

Why don't you tell me?

You were the last one
to see him alive.

Now, are we gonna
do this or not?

Of course.

It's the real thing.

Alpha Team, move in.

Freeze!

FBI!

Hey, Dave!

Get up!
Get to work!

Two seconds, remember?

Right on time.

My partner likes that.

Uh, your partner?

I'll tell him you're here.

Of all the people who
could have walked in here.

It's good to see you
again, Remi.

Yeah.

Cameron Gibbs.

I wasn't sure you'd remember me.

I can't believe
it's actually you.

This is that hell-raiser
I was telling you about

from when I worked
with Shepherd.

I mean, Remi pulled off

some of the craziest jobs
I've ever seen.

I did my best.

I always wondered
what happened with you

after it all fell apart.

It looks like
you landed on your feet.

There are worse things
than working for Valenov.

I hate to break up this reunion,

but I've gotta say,

I don't like this
coincidence one bit.

I appreciate the concern.

You and I go back four months.

She and I go back years.

Wouldn't be who I am
without Remi.

When I was at my lowest,
when I lost everything...

this woman helped me through.

And I trust her with my life.

And yours.

We should talk
about this in private.

There's nothing to talk about.

No, it... no, no, no.

If she needs to talk things
through to feel good about this,

by all means, go and talk.

Whatever makes this sale happen.

Always the pragmatist.
Okay.

Let's talk.

Do you wanna explain
what's going on?

He used to be army,
just a regular family guy.

But Shepherd had
other plans for him.

And she, uh, needed
someone to set him up

and to manipulate him.

To this day,
he doesn't really know

who was actually
pulling the strings.

Shepherd.

No... me.

Remi.

She turned him into a murderer.

Okay, I can in fact confirm

that this Cameron Gibbs
is a very bad guy.

He's responsible
for a number of attacks

on military targets
all across the country

in the past few years.

So what happened with you two?

Well, when I was Remi,
as part of an op,

I needed access to
confidential military files.

Gibbs was a pencil-pusher

at the Army office
where they were kept,

so I lifted his I.D.
and I stole the files.

He got blamed
and dishonorably discharged.

He never knew it was me.

That's why he hates
the military.

Yeah, but that's not all of it.

After he was discharged,
I recruited him.

I turned his hate
to Sandstorm's advantage.

I created a monster.

Remi may have pushed him.

But at some point...
he made a choice.

Patterson,
what's taking so long?

We've got a problem.

Huh...

This is not the time
for "huh," Dave.

Jane and Weller are
treading water upstairs.

We need to figure this out.

Well, this is not
at all what I was expecting.

It's not one of the 58.

The circuitry is all different.

This must be a... a newer model

than the one they were
talking about in the chat room.

I get the confusion.

Most people don't even know

what generation iPad they have.

Dave!

You need to hurry.

Fine. Jeez. You're not
making it any easier.

Weller, Jane, you
guys are gonna have to stall.

While I appreciate
my partner's concerns,

we have talked it over
and ultimately we have decided

to move forward
with this transaction.

Let's see what ya got.

I appreciate your eagerness,

but it's been a while,
since I've seen you,

and I need to make sure
I'm still dealing with

the same man I used to know.

Sounds like a great
excuse for a drink.

Mm.

That's a fantastic idea.

Can you disable this thing
and activate the tracker or not?

Huh... This is a "no
huh" zone right now!

Sooner or later, those guys upstairs
are gonna wanna see this thing,

and when they do, Jane and
Weller need to be holding it.

To turn off the explosive
ignition element,

I need to disable the tracker.

Or vice-versa.

I can do one,
but I can't do both.

Fine. Disable the tracker.

We'll find Greta's plutonium
another way.

And Remi says, "I told you
it'd cost an arm and a leg."

The look on that guy's face.

All right.
Enough war stories.

We good?

Can we do what
we all came here to do.

I don't see why not.

So what are you planning
to do with that thing, anyway?

None of your business.

Let's see it.

Okay.

Let me, uh, set up the transfer.

Verify that the funds are there.

Yeah. Be my guest.

Let's get it moving.

Great.

It's just...
about done.

Okay, so...

Entering my account details.

Uh, now...

I need yours.

Verifying now.

The Wi-Fi in this place
is terrible.

Wi-Fi. On it.

Okay. Terrible
Wi-Fi connection

coming right up.

Oh...

Sorry, but I think
that's the culprit.

I never know how
to get rid of these things.

Do you guys?

You ever think about getting

a separate computer for work?

The Eagle is about to land.

This is taking too long.

Well, if you were helping me,

I mean, you know, things might
go a little faster. Sorry.

Maybe if you tried
quitting out of everything.

Yep. Good call.

And the moment of truth.

There you go.
Funds are verified.

Let's see the device.

Wow. Hope it works
as good as it looks.

Just a reminder, the
tracking device does not work,

so it won't be able
to track it back

to wherever Gibbs
is keeping the plutonium.

We want in.

What?

Working for
Valenov pays the bills,

but it's been too long
since I've been on a job

that actually meant something.

Whatever you have planned,

I wanna be a part of it.

For old times' sake.

Gibbs... no.

"Old times' sake."

I used to idolize you.
Do you know that?

It would be an honor
to have you along

for what I have planned today.

This is heavy.

Remi, you come with me.

Finish up the transaction.
Meet at the rendezvous.

We'll take the stairs.

Why not the elevator...
It'd be a lot easier

than carrying that thing down.

I never go through
the main lobby.

Too many eyes.

No one ever watches
the service stairs.

Plus, I lifted the keys from the
janitor, so I could slip out.

That being said,
would you check in there?

See if there's a dolly
or a hand cart we could use.

Uhh!

Hey!

What are you doing?

The plan was to kill

whoever showed up
to sell us that thing.

Cleaner that way.
You taught me that.

But I could never kill you.

Yeah, well, let me out.
I can still help.

No. Sorry about your partner.
He seemed nice.

What are you talking about?

Well, I don't know him.

I can't take that risk.

Neither can Greta.

Kurt... Kurt,
Greta's coming for you.

Kurt, can you hear me?

Greta... Kurt...

Gibbs got away.

But Dave sabotaged the device.

So Gibbs doesn't have
a working nuke.

Yeah, he'll figure that out
soon enough, though.

When he realizes
the device doesn't work,

a guy like that'll know
he can make

one heck of a dirty bomb
with all that plutonium.

Can Gibbs really improvise
a dirty bomb that quickly?

I mean, the guy, he likes
exploding things that much,

I'm sure he's got something
on hand to build it with.

We gotta find him... Weller,
you gotta get Greta talking.

All right, so what
is the target?

Go to hell.

Why are you protecting him?

You've only known Gibbs
for a few months.

Gibbs is going to kill
a lot of innocent people.

Do you really want
to be a part of that?

What you do right now

has everything to do
with how you'll be tried

when this is over.

I was just helping

with the deal and the getaway.

What he does in between,
that's on him.

Greta, if you
work with us right now...

the FBI will
take that into account.

This is years of your life
you're playing with, Greta.

We're supposed to meet

in front of the Howard
building in Queens.

Okay, Rich, Gibbs said
the attack is gonna be today

and that he's settling a score.

All right, and we know
that his main beef

is with the military.

Put those two things together

with the rendezvous point
in Queens.

Oh, okay.
I got it! Uh...

There's an event
honoring the military

at the Hutton Center tonight.

It's gonna be packed.

And look who
the guest of honor is.

It's gonna be
Colonel Alan Spiegel.

He's the man who signed
Gibbs' discharge papers.

Oh, and then there's this.

A construction truck
full of debris

was just reported stolen
from right near the venue.

That gives Gibbs everything he
needs to make a dirty bomb.

The event's starting soon.

Wait, the Hutton Center's
just around the corner.

That blast is gonna kill
a lot of people.

There'll be
nuclear fallout for miles.

Let's move.
Frank, you take her in.

I caused this.

This is my fault.

Just... put that
out of your head.

Okay? There's too much
at stake here.

No, I didn't just ruin
one man's life, I've...

I've endangered
thousands of others.

No, Jane, that wasn't you.

If I don't start
taking responsibility

for the things that Remi did,

I don't know what's
going to happen to me.

Just a heads-up, The
Hutton Center will not,

I repeat, will not be evacuated.

Even though the clock's ticking,

local PD doesn't want
to cause mass panic.

Or tip Gibbs off
and detonate the bomb.

And if an explosion
does happen soon,

it won't really matter
if they evacuate or not.

All right,
so we gotta stop him.

Almost there.

We should split up.

Cover more ground.

I'll take upstairs.

Don't move!

Gibbs, just listen.

You sold me a dud!

You played me!

Why are you doing this?

I'm hoping nobody else
has to die today.

What happened to you?

Who are you?

Jane!
Tell me where you are!

Put down the detonator.

Let's leave the service
tunnel and work this out.

Service tunnel.
Got it!

We're not going anywhere.

There's only one way
outta here now.

That's not true.

I know what you're trying
to do and why.

But think about all
the innocent people

that are going to die.

They are not just
collateral damage.

Collateral damage?

The Army didn't care
about collateral damage

when they ruined my life!

The Remi I know would've
cheered me on for this.

You've changed.

So can you, Gibbs.

Army was all that I cared about.

When I got blamed
for everything,

no one, no one,
not even my family

believed that I was innocent,
no one except you.

You gave me a new purpose.

You told me,
"Make them pay."

Would your family want this?

My family!
I'm dead to them already.

You can't detonate that bomb.

Why's that?

Because the Army
didn't do this to you.

Jane, no!
Don't say it!

It was me.

What do you mean,
you did this to me?

I took your access codes.

I stole the classified
documents.

I got you fired.

No.

And when I saw how far
you'd fallen,

I knew you'd be
useful to Shepherd.

You're lying.

I befriended you.

I groomed you.

I recruited you.

I was your problem
and your solution.

I am the one
who ruined your life,

not the Army...

and not those people
at the ceremony upstairs.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I was a different
person back then.

I did terrible things.

And I made a decision to change.

To be better.

Cameron, it is not
too late to be better.

To correct the mistakes
of the past.

You lied.

For years.

You...

You were my friend.

No, I wasn't.

It's me you wanna hurt...

not them.

You're right.

I do wanna hurt you.

And it sounds like
the best way to do that

is for you to die knowing
that you killed me

and all the people
upstairs, too.

No. No, I can help you.

All right.

Okay.

We're good to go.

How you holding up?

I don't know if I can do this.

I thought I could, uh...

close the door on my past.

Quarantine it.

But I can't.

You just gotta keep fighting.

Keep trying.

I'm so tired, Kurt.

I'm tired of fighting.

Tired of trying,
tired of... remembering.

I just wanna forget.

Hey...

Come here.

Shh, shh, shh.

Any new leads
on Madeline's whereabouts

or what she's planning?
Not yet.

But the night is young.

What about Keaton's USB drive?

What's wrong?

The file doesn't exonerate
both of us.

It just clears me.

I was the one crossing
the lines out there

doing what I thought
I had to for the mission.

But he claims I was
blindly following him,

and he was calling
all the shots.

Why would he fall
on his sword like that?

My guess, maybe he realized

how much damage
he was doing to your life.

He put you through hell.

Maybe that was starting
to weigh on him,

and he wants to make it right.

Okay, pretty sure
visiting hours are over.

Just here to say one thing.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

Thanks, but no thanks.

I won't let you
sacrifice yourself for me.

Look, Tasha, I...
Keaton, shut up!

It was my choice
to go undercover

and work off the books.

You didn't make me do anything.

And I won't be
responsible for you

getting thrown in prison
or somewhere worse.

As if either of you
has much say.

I'm gonna clear
both of our names

by taking Madeline down

and getting the truth
out of her.

So you just focus on resting up

and getting strong.

Good night.

Hey. That was more
than one thing.

You coming?

Give us a minute.

We need to get
something straight.

Okay, this is not restful.

Keeping me in the dark
when Zapata was out there,

lying to my face about it...

I get it's the job,
it's part of the business.

But it felt pretty damn
personal to me.

It was.

Excuse me?

It was personal.

I didn't loop you in
because I knew you,

of all people, would be able
to talk her out of it.

Have you met the woman? No one
can talk her out of anything.

You word carries more weight
than you think.

But I think part of you
probably knows that.

Welcome back, Keaton.

Thank you.

"Very not good.

Ambushed by henchmen."

Better make that roll.
Okay, all right.

Well, what do I need?
Between a 14...

and the symbol for Gemini?

Ah...
Almost.

Wait, okay.
I got a commendation

from the bigwigs card.

It's not enough.
I still get tied up

and lose a turn at the Docks.

Brutal.
Yes!

Okay, your go.

So that is a 14.

And I'm gonna use my "Help
from a Deep-Web contact."

That makes 17.

Did I solve it?

Ah, you cracked the tattoo!

You know what, this is actually

a pretty decent game.

Oh, really?
Um...

I'm impressed.

I will pass that on
to the designer.

Oh, and you know what?
I, uh...

I found this lying around.
I thought you might want it.

Hey, no more melty face.

And you're still
taller than Weller.

NYPD finally gave us access
to the security cam

outside the Sandstorm hideout.

Uh, let me run a program

to see if there's
been any activity

the last few weeks.

Oh, mysterious hooded figure.

Dramatic much?
Who the hell is that?

I don't know.

They must have the same
kind of key

Shepherd gave to Jane.

According to the timestamp,

this was taken just before
we raided the place.

Is that an old member
of Sandstorm?

Whoever it is, we must
have just missed them.

Greg, move your head!