Blindspot (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Split the Law - full transcript
After a seemingly straightforward hostage situation turns out to have deeper international implications, the CIA and FBI find themselves racing against each other to apprehend the same ...
Previously on "Blindspot"...
She can't remember who she is,
where she came from, nothing,
before she crawled out of
that bag in Times Square.
- Do you recognize her?
- No.
Then why is your name
tattooed on her back?
All of her
tattoos are brand-new.
It's a treasure map.
If that girl has information
about Daylight on her body
then we are in very serious trouble.
When I was ten, my next-door
neighbor went missing.
You think I'm Taylor?
I've been looking for you my whole life.
If Jane Doe is Taylor
Shaw, then Dad is innocent.
You spent 25 years convinced
Dad committed a murder
that never even happened.
The idea of having her armed
and out in the field makes me nervous.
Think about what she's going through.
How is she supposed to focus?
Your DNA tests confirmed,
she's Taylor Shaw.
The DNA results directly
contradict the isotope test.
Is she Taylor Shaw or not?
Taxi!
Where to?
Manhattan, Empire
State Building, please.
You from out of town?
Yes. Sir, can we go, please?
What is going on?
Let me out.
Let me out!
Open the door!
Oh, my God, I can't believe it.
It's you, it's like...
it's like really you.
Come on in, come on in.
Okay.
My God, you are, like, so pretty.
Come here.
Sorry, that's dinner. Excuse me.
Sawyer, dinner time!
Smells good.
No. It doesn't.
No, it doesn't.
No.
Do you want a drink?
Okay.
And there was little
Kurt, nine years old,
covered in mud, I mean...
- Really?
- Covered under his fingers.
It's not that funny.
It's disgusting.
- Yeah.
- And then Dad comes out,
and he says, "Excuse
me, are you in trouble?"
And Kurt jumps out of the ditch,
looks at him and then falls right back
and says, "I guess I am now."
Thank you for telling that very funny
and very flattering story.
Oh, come on, it was cute.
Well, where is your dad?
I'd love to meet him.
We don't talk much anymore.
Who are you?
Sawyer, this is Taylor.
We were all friends
when we were little kids
like you, and
well, she was gone a long
time, but now, she's back.
Where did you go?
Excuse me.
All right.
Jane, Jane.
- Hey.
- I'm sorry, okay?
But I just... I can't do this.
- I thought I could but I can't...
- It's okay.
We might have rushed it a little bit.
No one expects you to become
Taylor again overnight.
Yeah, that... that's just it. I don't...
...feel...
- What, Jane?
- I'm sorry, I'm...
Talk to me, Jane.
What do you think they ate?
I don't even wanna speculate.
I've never even seen his place.
You haven't? I have.
When?
Dropped a file off over there once.
Saw the lobby.
You two are real close.
Dinner.
If it makes you feel any better,
you can have dinner over at my place.
I don't wanna eat cold pizza
in your weak-ass apartment.
Fine, stay at home
with your cats, loser.
Everybody down!
Hands out of your pockets,
behind your head, now!
Get down! Get down! Get down! Get down!
You, up!
Get down! Stay down!
Get down! Get down!
Over to the center!
Everybody quiet!
Why am I learning about this
from Patterson and not you?
It doesn't change a thing.
This isotope test on Jane's tooth
stands in direct
conflict with the results
matching her DNA to Taylor Shaw.
Which means the isotope test is wrong.
Which means one of 'em is wrong.
Look, I'm not talking about some mineral
that found a way in her tooth somehow.
I'm talking about her genetic makeup.
The building blocks of
her cellular identity.
Chromium, manganese,
niobium, tantalum.
These elements at these ratios
puts Jane's place of
birth and early childhood
in Sub-Saharan Africa,
which makes it extremely difficult
for her to have been born
and raised next door to you
in Clearfield, Pennsylvania.
The DNA match was 99.9%.
Now, the law treats DNA as ironclad.
So, why don't we?
So, what, we just ignore
the isotopic evidence?
Look, I know you want
Jane to be Taylor Shaw...
Look, this has nothing
to do with what I want.
Her DNA is Taylor's DNA. End of story.
Kurt, you can't pick and choose evidence
to suit your preferred narrative.
I shouldn't have to tell you that.
Have you told her yet?
There's nothing to tell.
Patterson.
This matter's not closed.
What do you got?
A hostage crisis in an
MWA building in Queens.
Two gunmen reported five minutes ago.
Reade and Zapata are en route.
MWA?
Municipal Workers Association.
So, what, two gunmen five minutes ago,
NYPD called us already?
No, they didn't.
The building's mailing address
triggered a hit in our tattoo database.
A ten-digit number
on Jane's upper thigh.
How is that an address?
It's not. In fact,
there's, like, 37,000
possible permutations
of the number, but one of them
happens to be the address of the MWA.
Here, look.
Zip code, building number, street.
1351 Eighth Street in Queens.
Let's move.
Everybody quiet!
Not one word!
Not a move!
No talking! Understood?!
What do we got?
NYPD just established
communication... I got it routed
to the mobile unit.
Two unidentified gunmen
claim the MWA fired them with no cause.
15 to 20 hostages, no confirmed
injuries or casualties, yet.
We got eyes inside?
I'm working on it... I think I can steal
their feeds from their security cameras.
Make it happen.
Let's see what these guys want.
This is Special Agent
Kurt Weller from the FBI.
I'm here to listen and make
sure that everyone's safe.
Everyone's fine... for now.
Can I ask who I'm speaking to?
Our names are not important.
How can we help? What is this all about?
The MWA fired us.
They're trying to rob
us of our pensions.
I'm sorry to hear that.
How can we resolve this?
We want our pensions restored,
we don't want to go to jail,
and we want the head of the
MWA down here immediately.
Some of these things
are going to be tough.
But I'm not saying
that we can't do them...
If our demands are
not met in 30 minutes,
we start shooting hostages.
Zapata, how's my security feed coming?
Moments away.
You really think these
guys are gonna start
shooting people if we
miss their deadline?
Let's try not to find out.
Do you have him yet?
We are working on
everything you've asked for.
Okay, the head of the
MWA should be here soon.
Hey! Hey! No talking!
You don't respect us? You
think we are not serious?
Okay, what is going on?
Take the troublemakers to the back.
Get up! You two, get up!
Get up right now!
Go, go, go! Now!
Faster now! Go to the back!
Listen to me.
It is very important that
you keep everyone in there
safe and alive.
Otherwise, I cannot help you.
The clock is ticking.
All right.
They're separating the
hostages. That's not good.
This is so crazy.
These guys are willing to risk hurting
all those innocent people just
because they lost their jobs?
People snap.
Why... Why do you think
this is tattooed on my body?
How could they have known
that this was going to happen?
I don't know.
Jane...
Are you okay to be here today?
Last night you seemed kind of...
No, the field is the only place
I feel comfortable.
I know that feeling. Trust me.
I'm sorry about last night.
It was a lot to take in.
Probably too much.
My sister, Sarah, she...
No, actually, Kurt, it...
It wasn't Sarah.
I see the way that you look at me...
and I don't know how to be
this person that you lost.
I've got eyes inside.
All right, I count 15 hostages up front
plus however many they
took into the back.
Look at how he's covering the room.
Optimizing angles and sight lines.
Is that part of MWA training?
The MWA has training?
We got five minutes.
How do you wanna play this?
What are you doing?
Buying us some time.
No one moves. No one fires.
Sir?
My name is Kurt Weller.
I'm a special agent with the FBI, okay?
I'm the guy you've been talking to.
I'm unarmed.
Look.
I'm here just to talk.
Please, don't shoot me.
I will kill her.
The head of the WMA
is on his way here now.
But he's coming here from Jersey
so we need a little time.
Shut up!
Listen to me!
The moment you hurt her
or anyone else in there,
there's nothing more I can do for you.
You understand?
I'm here as a show of good faith.
I'm putting myself on the line
to ask you for an extension.
Fine. 30 more minutes.
Walk away.
That was too easy. Way too easy.
Hands over your head! Over your head!
Are you sure? Thank you.
Patterson just checked
our gunmen's faces
against all MWA employee photos,
past and present.
These guys never worked here.
Why they lie about that?
Look, they're bringing those
hostages out from the back.
One of 'em is injured.
Stop!
Get on the ground! Get on the ground!
Thank you for giving them more time.
Move! Take that building!
Breach it!
Hey, you okay?
What were they doing here?
Makes no sense to me at all.
What's wrong?
You see that blood on the door?
Jane.
I'm starting to understand
why this place is tattooed on your body.
What happened here?
Shotgun, close range.
Not much to identify.
Jane!
In the interest of national security,
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
I'm gonna have to ask
you to identify yourself.
Who are you? What is this place?
Tom Carter, Deputy Director of the CIA.
And this place...
this place doesn't exist.
If we weren't on U.S. soil,
I'd say this place was a CIA black site.
What is that?
The CIA have secret
prisons all over the world
where they do things
they're not allowed to do
inside the U.S.
Detain people, torture them.
They're known as black sites.
Yeah, I'm not familiar with the term.
But if they were operating
one within the U.S.,
that sort of thing would
bring down administrations.
Well, good thing there aren't any.
Whoever this was,
the gunman obviously
didn't want him to talk
to the CIA at all.
Upstairs was a smoke screen.
This was a hit.
This is the illustrated woman.
I didn't realize they were
taking you out on field trips.
What the
hell are you doing here?
This is FBI jurisdiction.
I thought we were all on the same team.
Oh, now, that is adorable.
No, the FBI are domestic.
The CIA, international,
which means they can't operate
within the United States.
What is this place?
Well, I'm happy to fill
you in, Assistant Director,
just... not in front of a civilian.
She shouldn't be here.
Neither should you.
Don't worry about it.
I'll keep an eye on her.
Hey... don't sweat Carter.
He's just a CIA suit with field envy.
That's not what's bothering me.
I want to review that security footage.
Yeah, sure, you just...
don't need help with
that either, apparently.
Repeat this or write it down
and I'll deny I ever said it,
which won't be hard since, tomorrow,
this room won't be here.
Unofficially, the guy
in the chair in there
missing his face is Dodi Khalil.
A mechanical engineer in Pakistan
that we leveraged into
an intelligence asset.
This is how the CIA treats its assets?
He was feeding us
intel from a classified
terrorist organization,
until they got wise.
Extracting him wasn't feasible.
So, you cut him loose
and left him to die.
Not how I'd put it, but yeah.
Unfortunately, it happens.
More unfortunately, he escaped
with a big old grudge
against the U.S. of A.
So turning friends into enemies.
Seems to be a CIA specialty.
Dodi went underground.
We lost eyes on him.
But it seems that he'd
been adapting his skills
as an engineer to become
one hell of a bomb maker.
He aligned himself with a fringe group,
- the Dabbur Zann.
- Dabbur Zann?
It's from an old Arabic proverb.
"The buzzing of the wasp
brings destruction to its nest."
I take it we're the
wasp in that scenario.
I've heard of the Dabbur Zann.
Multiethnic... unusual for terrorists.
Yeah, unusual and dangerous.
But they don't operate in the U.S.
I feel like you might have old intel.
Something's not right.
Okay.
Here, gunman one takes these
three hostages to the back room.
Yeah... and then he
brings 'em back out, so...
Wait a minute.
Oh, my God.
Oh, no.
We caught up with Dodi
when he entered the country
under a forged passport.
What, you figured that he
was here to blow something up?
Grabbed him, black-sited him?
This is the part where I say
I can neither confirm nor deny.
Well, this has all been a smile,
but, I'm gonna have to call it.
You folks can show yourselves out.
I-I saw your mascot take
one of my best guys out
in less than three seconds.
That's quite a weapon.
She's the least of your worries.
We got something.
All right, right here.
Gunman two loses his temper.
All right, so gunman one
orders him to take the
three troublemaker hostages
to the back.
But what if the troublemaker hostages
weren't hostages at all?
What if they Dabbur Zann reinforcements?
I don't get it, why would
they try to hide their numbers?
To hide the part that matters.
Here, look.
Look at this hostage
when he comes back out.
Sleeves are too long. And look at that.
He's wearing different shoes.
It's a different guy.
It's Dodi.
This wasn't an execution.
It's a rescue.
This guy helps him take out
the CIA with the other
two fake hostages,
then gets taken out himself so
they can swap his body for Dodi.
They switch clothes
and give Dodi a head wound
to hide his face.
They start shooting hostages.
Then they smuggle him out
with the rest of the injured.
Where's Dodi now?
That's why Carter left.
The CIA figured out that
Dodi was still in play.
Carter said he was a
genius bomb maker, right?
We gotta find Dodi, work out exactly
what the Dabbur Zann's up
to, and more importantly
what kind of threat they pose.
CIA still has a big lead on us.
These two accomplices,
NYPD still got 'em?
They should still be holding
all the hostages for questioning.
Bring 'em here now.
Dodi fell off the CIA's radar
years ago, right?
And then, when he reemerged,
he was a completely different person.
I was only Taylor Shaw for five years
and then something happened to me.
A lot of things, maybe,
none of which we know.
Yet.
It feels like you're waiting for me
to remember something that
is never going to come.
If your coming back
has taught me one thing,
it's to never give up hope.
All right, let's be clear.
We already know who you
are and what you did.
We know the two of you were accomplices
in today's hostage taking,
the murder of two CIA operatives,
and the illegal
extraction of Dodi Khalil.
The only question is...
which one of you is gonna help me?
Which one of you is going to rot away?
Where is Dodi Khalil?
Do I need to worry about you?
Nope, but you're gonna do it anyway.
You gotta watch yourself.
Excuse me?
It is one thing to express
concern about Jane internally.
It's another thing to do
it outside of the group.
Dude, you practically took Carter's side
when he was bad-mouthing
Jane back at the black site.
It's not like I said anything.
What, I'm not allowed to
think my own thoughts now?
You can think your own thoughts
but we have to remain a united front.
It's us against Carter right now.
Oh, you don't think he's looking
for a point of weakness?
Why don't you worry about you?
You saw what
the CIA did to Dodi.
This is your last
chance to help yourself.
You wanna breathe fresh air again?
Do you want to see the sun?!
It's too late for me.
Answer me!
Answer me!
What... the hell?
You'll never find it.
We just got
their blood work back.
They're both dying of
acute radiation poisoning.
This whole group has been exposed
to an extremely unstable
isotope called cesium-137.
Smugglers have been moving
cesium out of Abkhazia,
selling it to terrorists
on the black market.
Apparently in leaky containers.
So that's why they're so fearless.
They're already dying.
What do you do with cesium-137?
Make a radiological dispersal device.
The Dabbur Zann
sacrificed five of its own
to release one of the
world's best bomb makers.
Dodi's making 'em a dirty bomb.
With Dodi's bomb-making abilities
and the nuclear materials
provided by the Dabbur Zann,
we have to assume that
he's capable of constructing
a dirty bomb that could
do substantial damage.
Dabbur Zann broke him out of
that black site for a reason.
He still has to build it.
So, let's find him before he does.
Right, but how do we do that?
The cesium-137 our radioactive
friends have been exposed to
emits trackable gamma rays.
A hospital in Queens
has reported several unrelated patients
coming to the ER this past week
with similar flu-like symptoms.
Two of them have started
losing their hair.
All of the patients live or
work in this 30-block radius.
This has to be where the
Dabbur Zann have set up shop.
30 blocks, that's a lot
of doors to knock on.
Which is why I've got
every vehicle I can spare
tasked with combing the area.
Weller, you quarterback from here.
Patterson's outfitted each
team with one of these.
Portable Geiger counters.
This should lead us right to them.
These potassium iodide pills
should prevent you from
getting radiation poisoning
until we can recover
and contain the cesium.
- Bottoms up.
- One more thing.
The higher the CPMs, the less
time you should stick around.
Once they hit 300, get the hell out.
After that, all the potassium iodide
in the world is not
gonna help you for long.
Think they'll find it?
You don't remember playing
"Hot or Cold," do you?
No.
As long as those Geiger
readings are going up,
it means we're getting hotter.
What happened after I disappeared?
The community imploded.
No, I... I mean, what happened with you?
We had a secret hiding spot in the woods
in back of our houses.
It was your favorite place.
I figured... if you ever got away,
that's where you'd go.
I never gave up on you.
I know being Taylor
might not be an answer
to all of your problems.
But it's a starting point.
Something to hold onto,
something to build from.
Here we go.
Team, on me.
This is Agent Weller, what have you got?
This is Agent Knox, we got an
old industrial building here.
Looks vacant. My team's standing by
to breach the doors on your say-so.
Take it.
Clear!
Pretty dark in here. Lights don't work.
I got a staircase to the
basement, heading down now.
Pretty cold down here.
Geigers are clicking up.
We got a door, can't
hear anything behind it.
Taking the door now.
Come on.
Watch out!
Knox? Agent Knox, report.
All clear. Exchanged fire
with two individuals, now both deceased.
Looks like neither of
them were doing too good,
even before we got here.
What else do you see there?
Beds. They got beds down here.
Who the hell could sleep in this place?
Find out where those guys went.
Jane.
Jane, you all right?
I saw who took me.
When I was little,
there was this... this stairwell
and this room, and then there was...
all these children.
What was he doing?
Did you see him? Did
you see his face, Jane?
No, I just... I just saw his hands.
And he was... God...
Oh, no.
What happened to me?
- Hey, Jane.
- Huh?
Jane, Jane.
Here.
Do you feel that?
I'm here.
I'm right here with you.
You're okay.
Keep breathing, Jane.
You're okay, just keep breathing.
Is everything okay out here?
Yeah.
We're good.
You sure? She seemed a little...
She's fine. What do you got?
Knox found a list of names.
Dabbur Zann? Targets?
Neither, we just ran them.
All deceased, all buried
in the nearest cemetery
to the radiation zone.
Cesium.
Where do you hide something
that makes everybody sick?
A place where everyone's already dead.
All right, cesium's close.
Let's take a look around,
see if we can find it.
How is it getting closer?
Hang on.
Cover, cover!
Cover!
Go up!
Come on.
Go up! Go up!
Keep going! Move up!
Dodi's got that cesium
inside that urn he's holding.
Cover me!
- Any ideas?
- They got the cesium.
But they still gotta
get out of here with it.
You make it sound like
we have the advantage.
Hey, Weller, you
guys gotta get out of there.
Your Geiger readings are way...
Thank you, Patterson!
I think we're a little outgunned.
- We gotta keep moving.
- All right.
- You ready?
- Let's go.
Okay, guys, just remember
that the cesium in the urn
is highly unstable, but you
should be able to handle it
for just a brief period of time.
But if it breaks open...
Spit it out, Patterson!
Then that's it.
It's game over for
everyone in the cemetery.
Keeping that in mind.
All right, hear that,
team? Don't shoot Dodi.
I see Dodi. I'm
heading for him now.
I got a line on him.
Scratch it, I'm pinned down!
Come on! Let's go!
I'm going after Dodi.
I'm on my way!
I did not want this.
Any of this.
You're a popular guy, Dodi.
Talk to you about your new friends.
Get up! Get up!
Walk.
Jane, you want to put that down?
Put that down. All right.
Let's get some distance from that thing
till Hazmat gets here.
Walk!
Don't you dare.
You have your shot. Take it.
I'm not you. Drop it.
You think you're saving her.
All you're doing is killing us.
Nice work.
Could've used your help out there.
Oh, come on, you guys know that
we can't operate domestically.
It's Reade, right?
You ever think about
working for the good guys,
we should talk.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Well, hey there. What's your name?
How 'bout you walk away now?
How 'bout that?
No.
Get your hands off him.
We'll take it from here.
Hell you will.
I suggest you stand down, son.
This was a threat on U.S. soil.
Dodi's FBI jurisdiction,
and you know it.
Since when do you play by the rules?
Deputy Director Carter, stand down.
You stand down.
By my count, you folks
come up a little short.
Dodi's coming with us.
We go back a long way, and
I know what you stand for
and I know what you're capable of.
But are you really prepared to kill
five FBI agents in cold blood?
Well, don't you mean four?
And I can't give you
someone who doesn't exist.
Is this about Dodi or me?
Well, why... a bit of both, probably.
Look, your people can take full credit
for the recovery of the cesium.
That's a big internal
win for the Bureau,
and don't tell me you don't need it.
The CIA can have Dodi,
I just wanna question
him, find out how far
the Dabbur Zann's reach is here.
One day is all I'm asking.
Fine.
You lend me Jane, I'll lend you Dodi.
See, one of those tattoos on your girl
has led to a damn CIA black site.
You think I don't have
questions of my own?
We stumbled across your little secret
after the hostage takedown.
She had nothing to do with it.
Oh, come on.
Why else bring her here? Team spirit?
It was Jane, and I want her.
Go to hell.
You sure you want to
start a war with me today?
No... Not today.
Give them Dodi.
You expect me to listen to that?
Just do it!
I won't forget this.
Well, I actually hope
you keep it in mind.
What'll the CIA do with him?
Whatever they want.
You all did good work today.
We averted a major nuclear catastrophe
and it looks like the
Dabbur Zann's foothold here
has been dismantled.
The city of New York
owes you a deep debt of gratitude,
even if they'll never know it.
I'm proud of all of you.
What about Carter?
Let me worry about Carter.
Jane's tattoos.
It's getting hard to
ignore that they seem
to be pointing us towards
government corruption.
I understand your concern,
but she has hundreds of tattoos.
It's too early to start
jumping to conclusions.
All I know is these clues
are helping us catch the bad guys.
So, if they keep doing that,
we should keep following them.
Right?
That's right.
Now, go home and get some sleep.
I... I just wanna say thank you
for not trading me to Carter today.
For a second, I thought that
you were maybe considering it.
Rest up.
Tomorrow's another day.
This really wasn't necessary.
It's more for me than you.
I just wanna check out the new place,
make sure it's okay.
Make sure you're okay.
I'm fine, I... I...
I was just a little...
I'll be fine.
I'm sorry I lost it today.
It's okay. It happens.
You've been through so much.
And if I'm making this harder for you,
then just tell me,
'cause that's the
last thing that I want.
All these expectations...
I should never have put
you in that situation.
Kurt...
I should never have let them take you.
I'm... I'm sorry.
It wasn't your fault.
I've heard that...
my whole life.
But you haven't heard it from me.
It wasn't your fault.
You told me Taylor
was my starting point.
I think you're wrong.
You...
you're my starting point.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
Don't be mad, okay?
Mad about what?
I just... I wa... I want
you to give this a chance.
What are you talking about?
Uncle Kurt, Uncle Kurt!
- Hey, little buddy.
- Look!
It's Grandpa!
Hello, son.
Kurt, don't go.
I knew you'd come around.
Let's talk about Jane Doe.
She can't remember who she is,
where she came from, nothing,
before she crawled out of
that bag in Times Square.
- Do you recognize her?
- No.
Then why is your name
tattooed on her back?
All of her
tattoos are brand-new.
It's a treasure map.
If that girl has information
about Daylight on her body
then we are in very serious trouble.
When I was ten, my next-door
neighbor went missing.
You think I'm Taylor?
I've been looking for you my whole life.
If Jane Doe is Taylor
Shaw, then Dad is innocent.
You spent 25 years convinced
Dad committed a murder
that never even happened.
The idea of having her armed
and out in the field makes me nervous.
Think about what she's going through.
How is she supposed to focus?
Your DNA tests confirmed,
she's Taylor Shaw.
The DNA results directly
contradict the isotope test.
Is she Taylor Shaw or not?
Taxi!
Where to?
Manhattan, Empire
State Building, please.
You from out of town?
Yes. Sir, can we go, please?
What is going on?
Let me out.
Let me out!
Open the door!
Oh, my God, I can't believe it.
It's you, it's like...
it's like really you.
Come on in, come on in.
Okay.
My God, you are, like, so pretty.
Come here.
Sorry, that's dinner. Excuse me.
Sawyer, dinner time!
Smells good.
No. It doesn't.
No, it doesn't.
No.
Do you want a drink?
Okay.
And there was little
Kurt, nine years old,
covered in mud, I mean...
- Really?
- Covered under his fingers.
It's not that funny.
It's disgusting.
- Yeah.
- And then Dad comes out,
and he says, "Excuse
me, are you in trouble?"
And Kurt jumps out of the ditch,
looks at him and then falls right back
and says, "I guess I am now."
Thank you for telling that very funny
and very flattering story.
Oh, come on, it was cute.
Well, where is your dad?
I'd love to meet him.
We don't talk much anymore.
Who are you?
Sawyer, this is Taylor.
We were all friends
when we were little kids
like you, and
well, she was gone a long
time, but now, she's back.
Where did you go?
Excuse me.
All right.
Jane, Jane.
- Hey.
- I'm sorry, okay?
But I just... I can't do this.
- I thought I could but I can't...
- It's okay.
We might have rushed it a little bit.
No one expects you to become
Taylor again overnight.
Yeah, that... that's just it. I don't...
...feel...
- What, Jane?
- I'm sorry, I'm...
Talk to me, Jane.
What do you think they ate?
I don't even wanna speculate.
I've never even seen his place.
You haven't? I have.
When?
Dropped a file off over there once.
Saw the lobby.
You two are real close.
Dinner.
If it makes you feel any better,
you can have dinner over at my place.
I don't wanna eat cold pizza
in your weak-ass apartment.
Fine, stay at home
with your cats, loser.
Everybody down!
Hands out of your pockets,
behind your head, now!
Get down! Get down! Get down! Get down!
You, up!
Get down! Stay down!
Get down! Get down!
Over to the center!
Everybody quiet!
Why am I learning about this
from Patterson and not you?
It doesn't change a thing.
This isotope test on Jane's tooth
stands in direct
conflict with the results
matching her DNA to Taylor Shaw.
Which means the isotope test is wrong.
Which means one of 'em is wrong.
Look, I'm not talking about some mineral
that found a way in her tooth somehow.
I'm talking about her genetic makeup.
The building blocks of
her cellular identity.
Chromium, manganese,
niobium, tantalum.
These elements at these ratios
puts Jane's place of
birth and early childhood
in Sub-Saharan Africa,
which makes it extremely difficult
for her to have been born
and raised next door to you
in Clearfield, Pennsylvania.
The DNA match was 99.9%.
Now, the law treats DNA as ironclad.
So, why don't we?
So, what, we just ignore
the isotopic evidence?
Look, I know you want
Jane to be Taylor Shaw...
Look, this has nothing
to do with what I want.
Her DNA is Taylor's DNA. End of story.
Kurt, you can't pick and choose evidence
to suit your preferred narrative.
I shouldn't have to tell you that.
Have you told her yet?
There's nothing to tell.
Patterson.
This matter's not closed.
What do you got?
A hostage crisis in an
MWA building in Queens.
Two gunmen reported five minutes ago.
Reade and Zapata are en route.
MWA?
Municipal Workers Association.
So, what, two gunmen five minutes ago,
NYPD called us already?
No, they didn't.
The building's mailing address
triggered a hit in our tattoo database.
A ten-digit number
on Jane's upper thigh.
How is that an address?
It's not. In fact,
there's, like, 37,000
possible permutations
of the number, but one of them
happens to be the address of the MWA.
Here, look.
Zip code, building number, street.
1351 Eighth Street in Queens.
Let's move.
Everybody quiet!
Not one word!
Not a move!
No talking! Understood?!
What do we got?
NYPD just established
communication... I got it routed
to the mobile unit.
Two unidentified gunmen
claim the MWA fired them with no cause.
15 to 20 hostages, no confirmed
injuries or casualties, yet.
We got eyes inside?
I'm working on it... I think I can steal
their feeds from their security cameras.
Make it happen.
Let's see what these guys want.
This is Special Agent
Kurt Weller from the FBI.
I'm here to listen and make
sure that everyone's safe.
Everyone's fine... for now.
Can I ask who I'm speaking to?
Our names are not important.
How can we help? What is this all about?
The MWA fired us.
They're trying to rob
us of our pensions.
I'm sorry to hear that.
How can we resolve this?
We want our pensions restored,
we don't want to go to jail,
and we want the head of the
MWA down here immediately.
Some of these things
are going to be tough.
But I'm not saying
that we can't do them...
If our demands are
not met in 30 minutes,
we start shooting hostages.
Zapata, how's my security feed coming?
Moments away.
You really think these
guys are gonna start
shooting people if we
miss their deadline?
Let's try not to find out.
Do you have him yet?
We are working on
everything you've asked for.
Okay, the head of the
MWA should be here soon.
Hey! Hey! No talking!
You don't respect us? You
think we are not serious?
Okay, what is going on?
Take the troublemakers to the back.
Get up! You two, get up!
Get up right now!
Go, go, go! Now!
Faster now! Go to the back!
Listen to me.
It is very important that
you keep everyone in there
safe and alive.
Otherwise, I cannot help you.
The clock is ticking.
All right.
They're separating the
hostages. That's not good.
This is so crazy.
These guys are willing to risk hurting
all those innocent people just
because they lost their jobs?
People snap.
Why... Why do you think
this is tattooed on my body?
How could they have known
that this was going to happen?
I don't know.
Jane...
Are you okay to be here today?
Last night you seemed kind of...
No, the field is the only place
I feel comfortable.
I know that feeling. Trust me.
I'm sorry about last night.
It was a lot to take in.
Probably too much.
My sister, Sarah, she...
No, actually, Kurt, it...
It wasn't Sarah.
I see the way that you look at me...
and I don't know how to be
this person that you lost.
I've got eyes inside.
All right, I count 15 hostages up front
plus however many they
took into the back.
Look at how he's covering the room.
Optimizing angles and sight lines.
Is that part of MWA training?
The MWA has training?
We got five minutes.
How do you wanna play this?
What are you doing?
Buying us some time.
No one moves. No one fires.
Sir?
My name is Kurt Weller.
I'm a special agent with the FBI, okay?
I'm the guy you've been talking to.
I'm unarmed.
Look.
I'm here just to talk.
Please, don't shoot me.
I will kill her.
The head of the WMA
is on his way here now.
But he's coming here from Jersey
so we need a little time.
Shut up!
Listen to me!
The moment you hurt her
or anyone else in there,
there's nothing more I can do for you.
You understand?
I'm here as a show of good faith.
I'm putting myself on the line
to ask you for an extension.
Fine. 30 more minutes.
Walk away.
That was too easy. Way too easy.
Hands over your head! Over your head!
Are you sure? Thank you.
Patterson just checked
our gunmen's faces
against all MWA employee photos,
past and present.
These guys never worked here.
Why they lie about that?
Look, they're bringing those
hostages out from the back.
One of 'em is injured.
Stop!
Get on the ground! Get on the ground!
Thank you for giving them more time.
Move! Take that building!
Breach it!
Hey, you okay?
What were they doing here?
Makes no sense to me at all.
What's wrong?
You see that blood on the door?
Jane.
I'm starting to understand
why this place is tattooed on your body.
What happened here?
Shotgun, close range.
Not much to identify.
Jane!
In the interest of national security,
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
I'm gonna have to ask
you to identify yourself.
Who are you? What is this place?
Tom Carter, Deputy Director of the CIA.
And this place...
this place doesn't exist.
If we weren't on U.S. soil,
I'd say this place was a CIA black site.
What is that?
The CIA have secret
prisons all over the world
where they do things
they're not allowed to do
inside the U.S.
Detain people, torture them.
They're known as black sites.
Yeah, I'm not familiar with the term.
But if they were operating
one within the U.S.,
that sort of thing would
bring down administrations.
Well, good thing there aren't any.
Whoever this was,
the gunman obviously
didn't want him to talk
to the CIA at all.
Upstairs was a smoke screen.
This was a hit.
This is the illustrated woman.
I didn't realize they were
taking you out on field trips.
What the
hell are you doing here?
This is FBI jurisdiction.
I thought we were all on the same team.
Oh, now, that is adorable.
No, the FBI are domestic.
The CIA, international,
which means they can't operate
within the United States.
What is this place?
Well, I'm happy to fill
you in, Assistant Director,
just... not in front of a civilian.
She shouldn't be here.
Neither should you.
Don't worry about it.
I'll keep an eye on her.
Hey... don't sweat Carter.
He's just a CIA suit with field envy.
That's not what's bothering me.
I want to review that security footage.
Yeah, sure, you just...
don't need help with
that either, apparently.
Repeat this or write it down
and I'll deny I ever said it,
which won't be hard since, tomorrow,
this room won't be here.
Unofficially, the guy
in the chair in there
missing his face is Dodi Khalil.
A mechanical engineer in Pakistan
that we leveraged into
an intelligence asset.
This is how the CIA treats its assets?
He was feeding us
intel from a classified
terrorist organization,
until they got wise.
Extracting him wasn't feasible.
So, you cut him loose
and left him to die.
Not how I'd put it, but yeah.
Unfortunately, it happens.
More unfortunately, he escaped
with a big old grudge
against the U.S. of A.
So turning friends into enemies.
Seems to be a CIA specialty.
Dodi went underground.
We lost eyes on him.
But it seems that he'd
been adapting his skills
as an engineer to become
one hell of a bomb maker.
He aligned himself with a fringe group,
- the Dabbur Zann.
- Dabbur Zann?
It's from an old Arabic proverb.
"The buzzing of the wasp
brings destruction to its nest."
I take it we're the
wasp in that scenario.
I've heard of the Dabbur Zann.
Multiethnic... unusual for terrorists.
Yeah, unusual and dangerous.
But they don't operate in the U.S.
I feel like you might have old intel.
Something's not right.
Okay.
Here, gunman one takes these
three hostages to the back room.
Yeah... and then he
brings 'em back out, so...
Wait a minute.
Oh, my God.
Oh, no.
We caught up with Dodi
when he entered the country
under a forged passport.
What, you figured that he
was here to blow something up?
Grabbed him, black-sited him?
This is the part where I say
I can neither confirm nor deny.
Well, this has all been a smile,
but, I'm gonna have to call it.
You folks can show yourselves out.
I-I saw your mascot take
one of my best guys out
in less than three seconds.
That's quite a weapon.
She's the least of your worries.
We got something.
All right, right here.
Gunman two loses his temper.
All right, so gunman one
orders him to take the
three troublemaker hostages
to the back.
But what if the troublemaker hostages
weren't hostages at all?
What if they Dabbur Zann reinforcements?
I don't get it, why would
they try to hide their numbers?
To hide the part that matters.
Here, look.
Look at this hostage
when he comes back out.
Sleeves are too long. And look at that.
He's wearing different shoes.
It's a different guy.
It's Dodi.
This wasn't an execution.
It's a rescue.
This guy helps him take out
the CIA with the other
two fake hostages,
then gets taken out himself so
they can swap his body for Dodi.
They switch clothes
and give Dodi a head wound
to hide his face.
They start shooting hostages.
Then they smuggle him out
with the rest of the injured.
Where's Dodi now?
That's why Carter left.
The CIA figured out that
Dodi was still in play.
Carter said he was a
genius bomb maker, right?
We gotta find Dodi, work out exactly
what the Dabbur Zann's up
to, and more importantly
what kind of threat they pose.
CIA still has a big lead on us.
These two accomplices,
NYPD still got 'em?
They should still be holding
all the hostages for questioning.
Bring 'em here now.
Dodi fell off the CIA's radar
years ago, right?
And then, when he reemerged,
he was a completely different person.
I was only Taylor Shaw for five years
and then something happened to me.
A lot of things, maybe,
none of which we know.
Yet.
It feels like you're waiting for me
to remember something that
is never going to come.
If your coming back
has taught me one thing,
it's to never give up hope.
All right, let's be clear.
We already know who you
are and what you did.
We know the two of you were accomplices
in today's hostage taking,
the murder of two CIA operatives,
and the illegal
extraction of Dodi Khalil.
The only question is...
which one of you is gonna help me?
Which one of you is going to rot away?
Where is Dodi Khalil?
Do I need to worry about you?
Nope, but you're gonna do it anyway.
You gotta watch yourself.
Excuse me?
It is one thing to express
concern about Jane internally.
It's another thing to do
it outside of the group.
Dude, you practically took Carter's side
when he was bad-mouthing
Jane back at the black site.
It's not like I said anything.
What, I'm not allowed to
think my own thoughts now?
You can think your own thoughts
but we have to remain a united front.
It's us against Carter right now.
Oh, you don't think he's looking
for a point of weakness?
Why don't you worry about you?
You saw what
the CIA did to Dodi.
This is your last
chance to help yourself.
You wanna breathe fresh air again?
Do you want to see the sun?!
It's too late for me.
Answer me!
Answer me!
What... the hell?
You'll never find it.
We just got
their blood work back.
They're both dying of
acute radiation poisoning.
This whole group has been exposed
to an extremely unstable
isotope called cesium-137.
Smugglers have been moving
cesium out of Abkhazia,
selling it to terrorists
on the black market.
Apparently in leaky containers.
So that's why they're so fearless.
They're already dying.
What do you do with cesium-137?
Make a radiological dispersal device.
The Dabbur Zann
sacrificed five of its own
to release one of the
world's best bomb makers.
Dodi's making 'em a dirty bomb.
With Dodi's bomb-making abilities
and the nuclear materials
provided by the Dabbur Zann,
we have to assume that
he's capable of constructing
a dirty bomb that could
do substantial damage.
Dabbur Zann broke him out of
that black site for a reason.
He still has to build it.
So, let's find him before he does.
Right, but how do we do that?
The cesium-137 our radioactive
friends have been exposed to
emits trackable gamma rays.
A hospital in Queens
has reported several unrelated patients
coming to the ER this past week
with similar flu-like symptoms.
Two of them have started
losing their hair.
All of the patients live or
work in this 30-block radius.
This has to be where the
Dabbur Zann have set up shop.
30 blocks, that's a lot
of doors to knock on.
Which is why I've got
every vehicle I can spare
tasked with combing the area.
Weller, you quarterback from here.
Patterson's outfitted each
team with one of these.
Portable Geiger counters.
This should lead us right to them.
These potassium iodide pills
should prevent you from
getting radiation poisoning
until we can recover
and contain the cesium.
- Bottoms up.
- One more thing.
The higher the CPMs, the less
time you should stick around.
Once they hit 300, get the hell out.
After that, all the potassium iodide
in the world is not
gonna help you for long.
Think they'll find it?
You don't remember playing
"Hot or Cold," do you?
No.
As long as those Geiger
readings are going up,
it means we're getting hotter.
What happened after I disappeared?
The community imploded.
No, I... I mean, what happened with you?
We had a secret hiding spot in the woods
in back of our houses.
It was your favorite place.
I figured... if you ever got away,
that's where you'd go.
I never gave up on you.
I know being Taylor
might not be an answer
to all of your problems.
But it's a starting point.
Something to hold onto,
something to build from.
Here we go.
Team, on me.
This is Agent Weller, what have you got?
This is Agent Knox, we got an
old industrial building here.
Looks vacant. My team's standing by
to breach the doors on your say-so.
Take it.
Clear!
Pretty dark in here. Lights don't work.
I got a staircase to the
basement, heading down now.
Pretty cold down here.
Geigers are clicking up.
We got a door, can't
hear anything behind it.
Taking the door now.
Come on.
Watch out!
Knox? Agent Knox, report.
All clear. Exchanged fire
with two individuals, now both deceased.
Looks like neither of
them were doing too good,
even before we got here.
What else do you see there?
Beds. They got beds down here.
Who the hell could sleep in this place?
Find out where those guys went.
Jane.
Jane, you all right?
I saw who took me.
When I was little,
there was this... this stairwell
and this room, and then there was...
all these children.
What was he doing?
Did you see him? Did
you see his face, Jane?
No, I just... I just saw his hands.
And he was... God...
Oh, no.
What happened to me?
- Hey, Jane.
- Huh?
Jane, Jane.
Here.
Do you feel that?
I'm here.
I'm right here with you.
You're okay.
Keep breathing, Jane.
You're okay, just keep breathing.
Is everything okay out here?
Yeah.
We're good.
You sure? She seemed a little...
She's fine. What do you got?
Knox found a list of names.
Dabbur Zann? Targets?
Neither, we just ran them.
All deceased, all buried
in the nearest cemetery
to the radiation zone.
Cesium.
Where do you hide something
that makes everybody sick?
A place where everyone's already dead.
All right, cesium's close.
Let's take a look around,
see if we can find it.
How is it getting closer?
Hang on.
Cover, cover!
Cover!
Go up!
Come on.
Go up! Go up!
Keep going! Move up!
Dodi's got that cesium
inside that urn he's holding.
Cover me!
- Any ideas?
- They got the cesium.
But they still gotta
get out of here with it.
You make it sound like
we have the advantage.
Hey, Weller, you
guys gotta get out of there.
Your Geiger readings are way...
Thank you, Patterson!
I think we're a little outgunned.
- We gotta keep moving.
- All right.
- You ready?
- Let's go.
Okay, guys, just remember
that the cesium in the urn
is highly unstable, but you
should be able to handle it
for just a brief period of time.
But if it breaks open...
Spit it out, Patterson!
Then that's it.
It's game over for
everyone in the cemetery.
Keeping that in mind.
All right, hear that,
team? Don't shoot Dodi.
I see Dodi. I'm
heading for him now.
I got a line on him.
Scratch it, I'm pinned down!
Come on! Let's go!
I'm going after Dodi.
I'm on my way!
I did not want this.
Any of this.
You're a popular guy, Dodi.
Talk to you about your new friends.
Get up! Get up!
Walk.
Jane, you want to put that down?
Put that down. All right.
Let's get some distance from that thing
till Hazmat gets here.
Walk!
Don't you dare.
You have your shot. Take it.
I'm not you. Drop it.
You think you're saving her.
All you're doing is killing us.
Nice work.
Could've used your help out there.
Oh, come on, you guys know that
we can't operate domestically.
It's Reade, right?
You ever think about
working for the good guys,
we should talk.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Well, hey there. What's your name?
How 'bout you walk away now?
How 'bout that?
No.
Get your hands off him.
We'll take it from here.
Hell you will.
I suggest you stand down, son.
This was a threat on U.S. soil.
Dodi's FBI jurisdiction,
and you know it.
Since when do you play by the rules?
Deputy Director Carter, stand down.
You stand down.
By my count, you folks
come up a little short.
Dodi's coming with us.
We go back a long way, and
I know what you stand for
and I know what you're capable of.
But are you really prepared to kill
five FBI agents in cold blood?
Well, don't you mean four?
And I can't give you
someone who doesn't exist.
Is this about Dodi or me?
Well, why... a bit of both, probably.
Look, your people can take full credit
for the recovery of the cesium.
That's a big internal
win for the Bureau,
and don't tell me you don't need it.
The CIA can have Dodi,
I just wanna question
him, find out how far
the Dabbur Zann's reach is here.
One day is all I'm asking.
Fine.
You lend me Jane, I'll lend you Dodi.
See, one of those tattoos on your girl
has led to a damn CIA black site.
You think I don't have
questions of my own?
We stumbled across your little secret
after the hostage takedown.
She had nothing to do with it.
Oh, come on.
Why else bring her here? Team spirit?
It was Jane, and I want her.
Go to hell.
You sure you want to
start a war with me today?
No... Not today.
Give them Dodi.
You expect me to listen to that?
Just do it!
I won't forget this.
Well, I actually hope
you keep it in mind.
What'll the CIA do with him?
Whatever they want.
You all did good work today.
We averted a major nuclear catastrophe
and it looks like the
Dabbur Zann's foothold here
has been dismantled.
The city of New York
owes you a deep debt of gratitude,
even if they'll never know it.
I'm proud of all of you.
What about Carter?
Let me worry about Carter.
Jane's tattoos.
It's getting hard to
ignore that they seem
to be pointing us towards
government corruption.
I understand your concern,
but she has hundreds of tattoos.
It's too early to start
jumping to conclusions.
All I know is these clues
are helping us catch the bad guys.
So, if they keep doing that,
we should keep following them.
Right?
That's right.
Now, go home and get some sleep.
I... I just wanna say thank you
for not trading me to Carter today.
For a second, I thought that
you were maybe considering it.
Rest up.
Tomorrow's another day.
This really wasn't necessary.
It's more for me than you.
I just wanna check out the new place,
make sure it's okay.
Make sure you're okay.
I'm fine, I... I...
I was just a little...
I'll be fine.
I'm sorry I lost it today.
It's okay. It happens.
You've been through so much.
And if I'm making this harder for you,
then just tell me,
'cause that's the
last thing that I want.
All these expectations...
I should never have put
you in that situation.
Kurt...
I should never have let them take you.
I'm... I'm sorry.
It wasn't your fault.
I've heard that...
my whole life.
But you haven't heard it from me.
It wasn't your fault.
You told me Taylor
was my starting point.
I think you're wrong.
You...
you're my starting point.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay.
Don't be mad, okay?
Mad about what?
I just... I wa... I want
you to give this a chance.
What are you talking about?
Uncle Kurt, Uncle Kurt!
- Hey, little buddy.
- Look!
It's Grandpa!
Hello, son.
Kurt, don't go.
I knew you'd come around.
Let's talk about Jane Doe.