Blindspot (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Sent on Tour - full transcript

Previously on "Blindspot"...

(Mayfair)
It's a Navy SEAL tattoo.

If she was Navy,
she'd be in our database.

Not if she was
special ops.

(Jane) Something happened
last night with Weller.

(Borden) Your relationship with
Agent Weller is complicated.

Maybe you need to establish
clearer boundaries.

I think we need to
consider you stepping down

as lead agent
on this case.

It's not necessary.

(Patterson)
Saul Guerrero, his case number



is on Jane's body.

I've been digging
through his file,

but it's pretty redacted.

Talk to Mayfair.

I did, she won't help.

If that girl has information
about Daylight on her body,

then we are in
very serious trouble.

(Jane)
It was a dream.

(Borden)
A sex dream.

So, who do you think he was,
this dream man?

(Jane) That guy had
a tattoo of a tree

on his arm, and Weller
doesn't have that.

(digging)

_



Okay.

If the wrong
people find it...

The right people will.

How can you be sure?

Because I have to be.

_

Have you seen
my keys?

Does that look like
a bridge to you?

No, it's a tunnel.

I swear that I put
them on the table.

No, it's definitely a bridge.

Check... check under
my gym bag.

Yes!

Okay, I gotta go.

I know I've
seen this before.

Are you okay
to lock up?

I should have
my own key.

Hmm?

Well, I sleep here
every night.

We basically
already live together.

Shouldn't we...
make it official?

Uh...

Now, listen,
before you freak out...

No, I'm not freaking out,
I'm totally not freaking out.

I just... you know,
the landlord is... the worst.

And the hot water situation,
and there's only one bedroom.

I don't need
my own room.

I just... I'm... I'm...
I'm messy.

No, you're not.

I...
(groans)

Most of my stuff
is already here.

All my plants are dead,
I haven't been back

to my apartment
in over a month.

But you love
your apartment.

I like my apartment.

I love you.

(sighing)
Oh, man.

Do you wanna talk
about this later?

I do, I do.

I would like
to talk about this later.

Not never.

Later.
Later today.

Yes, later today.
Just later.

I love talks, I love 'em.

Just, uh, looking
forward to it.

Mmm.

Is there a reason you're
waving Patterson

off this case?

This is a sensitive file.

And Guerrero's file number
is tattooed on Jane's body.

So, if there
is a connection,

we need to follow
that lead now.

What aren't
you telling me?

(clears throat)

For a decade, Saul Guerrero
was a confidential informant.

I was his handler.

Why is this the first time
I've heard about that?

Guerrero was upper echelon.

He had critical,
otherwise unobtainable intel.

His tips got us warrants
for wire taps,

seizures, you name it.

So, what happened?

The 'Ndrangheta started
making moves on the boroughs.

Guerrero didn't wanna
play nice with them,

so he started
playing games with us.

Had us chasing our tails
while he piled up bodies.

You had to know you
were playing with fire.

Soon as I figured out
we couldn't trust the intel,

we tried to shut him down,
indict him.

But there was a leak.

Guerrero went dark,
and no one's heard from him

in over two years.

It's redacted because
our involvement with Guerrero

is a major embarrassment
upstairs.

I can't have Patterson
shaking that tree.

I understand, but this
is the only direct FBI case

- on Jane's body.
- (cell phone ringing)

Looks like Patterson
got another tattoo lead.

What do you got?

At first, all I could see
was this turtle shell.

But then I realized the
patterns were less scute-like

and more coral-like.

It's a Petoskey stone,

which is the official
state stone of Michigan.

Go, blue!

You guys know I still
hold the record...

Record for most consecutive
games with a catch?

No, you've never
mentioned that.

(Patterson) Looking closer, one of
the stone's coral patterns

is very purposely shaped
like Alpena County.

And the Alpena
pattern contains

an address in an
unincorporated community

- in Draclyn Township.
- (groans)

What's the problem?

(Mayfair)
Draclyn's the problem.

It sits along the old
Detroit-Mackinac oil pipeline.

Ten years ago they were
on the brink of ruin

when a flood of cash
saved the community.

We always suspected
illegal arms dealing

but we could never
prove it.

I don't understand.
If they're running guns,

why don't we just
arrest them?

Draclyn has strong
ties to Michigan

secessionist groups.
They're off the grid.

Anti-government,
anti-law enforcement.

Which makes policing
Draclyn a nightmare.

So, how do we
get in there?

Peacefully.

If we dig up a cold case
that the town cares about

and use it as a pretense
to investigate the address,

that shouldn't ring
too many alarm bells.

Works for me.

I'll call the sheriff,
let him know you're coming.

I'll dig something up,
send it to you on the plane.

Thanks.

Sorry, a... plane?

(plane rattling)

So, I guess you weren't
a fan of flying

in your past life, huh?

No, I guess not.

(plane rattling,
Jane gasping)

It's okay, a doctor
once told me

that turbulence
can't take down a flight.

Well, I'd feel
a lot more comfortable

if a pilot told you that.

How's Patterson doing with
that cold case cover story?

She just sent us
the uplink.

That'll work.

Kurt Weller, FBI.

Paul Bolton,
county sheriff.

I understand you folks are
looking to head into Draclyn.

You sure you wanna
do that?

We're taking over
a cold case.

We thought you might
appreciate some fresh eyes

on the Mark Wyman
investigation.

Mark Wyman was killed
four and a half years ago.

You really expect me
to believe the FBI

suddenly cares
about him now?

Well, some new evidence
has come to light.

If it can help
the community here

- have some peace of mind...
- Listen.

This is not
a safe place.

These people don't
recognize your authority

and they don't
respect you.

They're aggressive,

and you know as well
as I do they're armed.

I've seen it get
real ugly, real quick.

Hell, I don't even go into
Draclyn if I can help it.

We appreciate the heads-up.

- How many bars you got?
- One.

It's only gonna get worse
the further in you go.

Cell towers kept
getting torn down

and sold for parts when the
township was in dire straits.

Eventually the phone
companies got smart,

stayed away.

We'll take our chances.

Call Mayfair, tell her
we're off the grid.

(sighs)

We've got trouble.

3196... this is it.

(Weller)
Excuse me, sir.

My name is Kurt Weller,
I'm an agent with the FBI.

Is this your residence?

Sir, I'm talking to you.
Do you live here?

Well, I'm not the gardener,
if that's what you're asking.

Show me your hands.

- Get on your knees.
- Don't you move. Don't move!

Whoa, whoa,
what's happening?

Saul Guerrero,
you're under arrest.

♪

So, which is it, hands up,

down on the ground,
or don't move?

Get down on your knees,
put your hands

on your head,
and don't move.

Who's Saul Guerrero?

(Zapata)
This man is number two

on the FBI's
Most Wanted List.

We got RICO warrants out
on him for 19 murders.

Alleged murders.

(Reade) Terrorized New York
for over 20 years.

(handcuffs snapping)

So, this is where
you've been the whole time?

Oh, I love it here.

Fresh air, starry skies,
friendly neighbors.

The illegal arms.
It was you.

What'd you do, buy
yourself some protection?

The people here have
very strict instructions

not to let anyone
take me away.

Inside.

Get inside.

Stop. Turn around.

You got any
weapons on you?

Clear.

Any of you see
a landline?

Landline?
Who am I gonna call?

- (laughing)
- Sit down.

Kurt.

Huh?

Place looks
really clean.

No guns, no drugs,
no cash anywhere.

Something's not right.
It's too easy.

Do a final sweep,
check everything, all right?

Then we'll move.

Do you know me?

Have we met before?

Oh, I think
I'd remember you.

(car doors closing,
tires screeching)

Someone slashed
the tires.

Our long arms
and vests are gone.

It's okay, we can
drive out on the rims.

Fuel line's cut too.

We're not going
anywhere in this thing.

That's your play?

Get someone
to try and stop us?

You're not getting
out of Draclyn alive.

(cell phone buzzing)

Hey.

Hey, listen.

I'm... I'm sorry
about this morning.

I just... I... I was
kinda taken by...

I love you.

And of course,
I love you, it's just,

this is good, this is
really, really good.

So why mess it up?

Hey, can I talk?

No, just... not yet.

Everyone that's moved in
moves out within six months.

And if you don't move in,
then you can't move out.

And I know that's ridiculous

and it doesn't make
a ton of sense, but...

It's not a tunnel,
it's an arch.

"It's not a tunnel, it's an..."

Sorry, is that
a metaphor?

No, it's... it's an arch.

- It's a literal arch.
- What?

I figured out
the tattoo.

It's an arch.

Ask me where I'm
standing right now.

Think New York history,
your hood.

The Brooklyn
Historical Society.

Yeah, and there's
another clue.

Come meet me,
we'll figure out

the next part
of the puzzle together.

Wait, you're there?

David!
No, no, no, no, no.

You have to go home,
you can't be there.

I'll... I'll have the team
follow up tomorrow.

Nah, I'm here now, I'm gonna
try to figure it out.

David, don't.

I'll let you know
when I solve it.

(sighs)
Damn it.

(Guerrero)
I have to admit, I never thought

the FBI would come
to Draclyn.

(Reade)
Life's full of surprises.

If you don't mind my asking,
how exactly did you find me?

Just to be clear...

you have the right
to remain silent.

It's a long walk.

Yeah, whose fault
is that?

Oh, cheer up, mamacita.

A little fresh air
won't kill you.

(laughing)
The looks on your faces

when I turned around.

You had no idea what
you were walking into.

What about you,
painted lady, huh?

Tell me how you found me
and I'll let you live.

We found you.
What do you care how?

(Weller)
Jane.

I just want to know
who to kill around here.

Nobody outside Draclyn
knows where I am.

Someone out there knew
exactly where you were.

(Weller)
Jane, enough.

- (twigs snapping)
- Get down!

(gunfire)

(Weller)
Get down!

Aah!

(man on radio)
Stand down! Stand down!

Backup is on the way.
Do you copy?

(static)

I'm gonna grab that radio.

All right, we gotta
get off this road.

Which way are they coming
from, which way do we go?

I don't know but
we can't stay here

and we can't go back.

The trees are
our best bet.

That way.

No way.
What if it's a trap?

It's not a trap,
it's a beacon.

(Reade) You don't know that.
Following your tattoos

got us here
and got us shot at.

The tattoos
led to Guerrero.

Why send us out here
just to kill us?

How'd they know we'd be in this
exact spot at this exact moment

- to see the derricks?
- (Weller) They didn't.

The derricks are
above the tree line.

You can see 'em from
a lot of places.

Whoever did this wants us
to get out of here alive,

with Guerrero.

(Reade)
And going to the oil derricks

brings us farther in,
not out.

Zapata,
back me up here.

It's not my call.

Well, it's damn sure
not her call.

This road is compromised.

So, we follow the tattoos.

Turn around.
Walk.

(door creaks)

All right.

We're here.
Now, what?

(Jane)
I... I don't know.

I thought that there
would be something here.

Maybe there's a clue
hidden in the graffiti.

What is this,
a scavenger hunt?

Hey.
Shut up.

(Weller) Check all the tags
on the wall.

See if any of 'em
line up with Jane's.

(stomping)

Hey, do you hear that?

(Weller)
Sounds hollow.

These floorboards are
newer than the other ones.

(straining)

- Tasha, bring your cuffs?
- Yeah.

(grunts)

How much you make
as an FBI agent?

50? 80?

You really wanna die
for 80-grand a year?

Well, maybe I
shouldn't be talking

to the brawn of
the operation.

Who's got the brains
around here?

You... how much
do the FBI pay you?

(grunting)

(Weller)
So...

Got a four-letter
alphabet lock.

Anyone got an idea?

Why don't we try "JANE"?

No... we gave her
that name.

Try "SHAW."

Try "DEAD."

(Zapata)
Kurt.

What?

No. "KURT."
Try K-U-R-T.

Why would it be "KURT"?

Because the tattoo
of Kurt's name

is right below the
oil derricks on my back.

(snap)

Go.

There's a map.

Wait...

Hey, there's
something underneath.

Got it?

What is all that
doing here?

It's our way out.

(Weller)
All right.

So, whoever left
us this box

full of guns
also left water

and head lamps,
which means

this might drag on
into the night.

Can't drink that water.

You think they laced it?

Why even take the chance?

(Weller) They also drew a map
inside the lid

complete with an
"X" marks the spot.

So, let's go.

(Weller)
No, not yet.

We've got the high ground.

So, we hold tight
and wait till nightfall.

Then we move to that "X."

Wait, you're not
blindly following

a bunch of riddles
in her tattoos?

And you don't even know
who put them on her body?

(man on radio)
They're at the oil derricks.

(man 2)
Hey, stay off the radio, man!

(Zapata) They tracked us
through the woods?

(Weller)
No.

They're tracking him.

How? I thought
you frisked him.

Stand up.

I did.

But not for a tracker.

What do you got?

It might be
in his watch.

Then look.

Weller...

No, Jane!
Don't smash it.

They don't know
we found it.

All right...
we're splitting up.

I'll draw the gunmen away,
then I'll drop this tracker.

I'll meet you guys
at the rendezvous point.

You're not going alone.

I'll go too.

Take me with you.

Zapata.

You're with me.

Come on,
let's get going.

Oh, my God!
David!

You can't have this
outside my apartment.

I'm not even supposed to have
this inside my apartment.

I know, I just needed to make
sure this was the right spot.

Does 708 mean
anything to you?

- No, let's go.
- Look, look.

The bricks along
the top of the real arch

- are totally bare.
- David, I am serious.

- You have to stop.
- Okay, but the bricks

in the tattoo arch
have Roman numerals

etched into them, see?

D-C-C-V-I-I-I.

708.

Now, I tried
the Dewey Decimal System

- but that was a dead end.
- I know what you're doing...

700 brings you to the arts,
708 is museums,

galleries,
and private collections.

I mean, unless we're
supposed to check every book

- in the entire section.
- What if it's...

What if it's
an ISBN?

Every book in the world
has its own unique

International
Standard Book Number.

True, but ISBNs
are 13 digits.

Right. So...

What if it's not 708?

What if we...
we break the numerals

into their individual
letter values?

500, 100, 100, five.

One, one, one.

That's 13 digits.

Okay.

_

- (computer chirping)
- _

Hmm, I really
thought we had it.

Wait... ISBNs were
only ten-digit numbers

before 2007,
so what if the book

we're looking for
is older?

I'm gonna try it without
the last three digits.

- (beep)
- _

Got it.

"Faculty Decisions,
1787 to 1792."

Okay.

Here it is.

- Can you reach it?
- Yeah.

- 'Cause you're tall.
- Yeah.

So, assuming that you're right,
and I assume that you are,

what are the three
leftover numbers?

Page number.
Turn to 111.

(gasps)
Look!

Someone circled a bunch
of random letters.

It's a secret code.

Hey.

Hold up.

We can drop
the tracker off soon,

but we gotta
slow down.

They're right on us.

Guerrero wouldn't run.

If we move too fast,

they'll know that we
don't have him with us.

You volunteered for it.

So did Jane.

But I trust
your training.

Jane's still
a wild card.

Is that really why
I'm here and she's not?

You got something to say,
just say it.

You're protecting her.

She's more than just
an FBI asset to you.

It is one thing if you
won't admit it.

It is something else
if you don't even know it.

What could you possibly
be hoping to find

this far into the forest?

(Reade) He's got a point,
we could be chasing our tails.

No, the landmarks on the map
have all been right so far.

The sun's low.

We head west,
follow the light,

the rendezvous point should
be just around this next bend.

(Reade)
I hope you're right.

She's right.
It's just up ahead.

I saw the map.
This is my backyard.

I know where
we're going.

Move.

_

They're headed for
the old ranger station.

Let's go!

Radio's busted.

Do you see anything or do we
have to tear this place apart?

The anticipation
is killing me.

You know what, your little
play-by-play ain't helping.

Here... this map.

I recognize
the topography.

- You sure?
- Trust me.

I know my own tattoos.

Mmm!
I was wondering

when those tattoos would
lead us to the treasure.

Lay this map over
the back of my calf.

It's an exact match.

Only there's a red
"X" on your calf

that isn't on the map.

Still think we're being
led into a trap?

There's only one
way to find out.

(stream gurgling)

(blows)

Let 'em follow
that for a while.

Now we can run
to the RV point.

I'll beat you there.

Down! Down!

(gunfire)

(grunts)

(grunts)

Clear on my side.

Clear.

Is that all they got?

(grunts)

Why'd they peel
off like that?

'Cause they saw that
we haven't got Guerrero.

Let's get to Reade
and Jane... move.

(Guerrero) You realize you're going
deeper into the forest?

That sign
isn't a suggestion.

Back in the '70s,
the U.S. government

buried nuclear waste in an old
mine somewhere back here.

Unless you wanna
glow in the dark,

I suggest you turn around.

Remember when I said
it was a trap?

If they wanted to kill us,
why help us at all?

You really think it's smart
to leave the ranger station?

How are mamacita and the
Boy Scout supposed to find us?

Though... I suppose it
doesn't really matter,

since by now
they're probably dead.

They're alive.

I saw the look on
your face when Kurt

didn't pick you
to go with him.

(laughs)

Actually, I hope
he's still alive.

That way, you can watch
while I cut off his head.

I'll be sure to do it
nice and slow.

- Uhh!
- Jane, Jane!

You need me alive!

The FBI needs you alive.

Hey, hey, all right,
that's enough.

Calm down, okay?

Go take a walk.

I'll pretend I didn't
see anything.

He's alive.

Get up.

- (phone line ringing)
- Bolton.

Sheriff, this is Assistant
Director Mayfair, FBI.

I know my team's
comms are out,

but I'm curious about
the situation up there.

Uh, the situation's all good.

I just spoke
with your guys.

They're kicking the tires
of that cold case of theirs.

Do me a favor and have them
check in as soon as they can.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, Reade, I think I found
that little red "X."

What, no quip?

We just might
make it out of here.

You know how
to fly this thing?

Nope, but I got
a feeling you can.

Didn't you see
my on the plane?

Doesn't matter,
just fire it up, Jane.

I don't know.

Even if I could start it,
let alone fly it,

if someone hears...

Weller and Zapata are heading
to the ranger station.

We should double back
and wait for them.

You're right.

All right,
let's go.

You twist your lips
when you're writing.

I twist my lips when
I'm frustrated.

Is this a code
or is this a cipher?

My code-breaking software
is so much faster than we are.

I should get this
back to the lab.

Hey, come on,
your software

can't stand in that arch
and compare the bricks.

And it can't pull this
book off the top shelf

and flip
to the right page.

- We're close here.
- You just wanna solve it.

Damn right,
I wanna solve it.

So do you.

I can do this here.

_

You know why it didn't work
out with those other guys?

Because it didn't.

That's... whoo!
Insightful.

Hey, just because it hasn't
worked out in the past

doesn't mean it can't
work out in the future.

Sometimes you gotta
take a leap.

I'm just not
built that way.

I know.

But I am.

What a fine-balanced
couple we make.

(both laugh)

Where's Patterson?

I don't know, she's
been gone for a while.

_

(Guerrero) You blew it.
You had a chance

to get out and you came
back for your friends.

(Reade)
Is that what this is about?

You never had
any friends?

You think they'd do
the same for you?

I know they would.

Oh, really?

You really think
you can trust them?

The FBI...
they're using you.

You're just a map
for them to follow.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

I know your name's
not Jane.

I know you don't know
what your tattoos mean

or who gave them to you.

And I know I'm not
the only prisoner

on this little hike today.

It's over, Guerrero.

You can't talk your
way out of this one.

Sooner or later, we all
face what we've done.

(gunfire)

Gah!

Cover!

Uhh!

Wait a second.

Look at this.

We've been so focused
on the pencil marks,

we weren't looking
at the rest of the page.

Look.

(David)
It's eraser marks.

Yeah, they're faint
but you can see them.

Do you know
what this means?

That this... this
isn't the only code

that's been
in this book.

Exactly... just
the most recent one.

Someone is using this
as a communication device.

Like... like a shared
Google doc.

Yes.
You read the message,

erase it, and then
you write the reply.

That's it.

Listen.

I...
(laughs)

I've just been thinking
about it so, so much.

And I don't
want you to freak out.

But I think that you
should probably move in.

I don't know, I feel like you
make some really solid points.

- I do?
- Yeah.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

What the hell
is going on here?

(sighs)

Uh, I'm...
I'm so sorry.

I...
How did you find me?

I'm FBI, that's how.

Who is he and what is he
doing with that photo?

(Jane)
Let me see.

I told you,
you care too much.

(gunfire)

How many of them
are out there?

I wanna say
all of them.

Gah!

(gunfire)

Uhh! Uhh!

(Reade) Weller and Zapata have
been out there a long time.

- Aah!
- Reade! Reade!

Are you all right?

I'm good.
I'll live.

He got me in the plates.

(gunfire continues)

They do know you're
in here, right?

They're very enthusiastic.

How do you feel about
holding down the fort?

Jane, you can't
go back out there.

I can run a flight, cut down
the guys with heavy guns.

It's our only shot.

If Weller and Zapata
aren't coming...

They're coming.

Jane!

I got your cover.

Uhh!

(gunshot)

Aah!

(gunfire continues)

Uhh!

(grunts)

You okay?

Yeah, you?

(Weller)
Reade?

Reade!

(Reade)
Yeah?

Guerrero alive?

(Reade) Well, damn, I thought you
were worried about me

for a second, but yeah,
he's alive, we're coming out.

Good.

Drop all your guns
and give me Guerrero!

We can't do that.

I will kill her
right now!

I don't have a shot.

Neither do I.
Keep going out.

Hand him over,
or she's gonna die!

Just kill her already!

Shut up.
You're not going anywhere.

Your best option is
to drop that gun.

No one else
needs to die.

- (gunshot)
- Oh!

(Jane)
Come on.

You need to get him
out of Draclyn.

This isn't what
I pay you for!

(Bolton) Too many of us
have died today.

We're not your
militia anymore.

You took
advantage of us.

You were either with him
or against him.

Well, we're not
with you anymore.

You understand this is
all over for you, Sheriff.

This place is about to
be swarmed with FBI.

I know.

But more men are
on their way.

I'll hold them off
as best I can.

You have to leave now.

Like we haven't been
trying to do that all day?

We haven't tried
the helicopter.

♪

- Give me the gun.
- Take it.

I... I don't know what to do.

Come on, you got us this far.
Why else would it be here?

I don't know.
I don't know.

They're getting closer.
They're getting closer.

(Weller)
Come on, Jane.

If you can fly this thing,
take off, now.

(propellers whirring)

(engine revving)

Go!

(gunfire)

(plane rattling)

When we were separated
in the woods, I...

I kept thinking
about you...

and me
and Taylor Shaw.

- We're in this together.
- (plane rattling)

(gasping)

How can you fly a chopper
out of a combat zone...

and still be scared
of a little turbulence?

I think it's got something
to do with being in control.

(Mayfair)
Do you have any idea

how dangerous
your actions were?

Those tattoos are not some
Sunday morning crossword puzzle.

They contain
extremely sensitive,

classified intelligence,

all of which have led us
to volatile criminal activity.

You put the case,
yourself,

and a civilian
at great risk.

I know, I...

we were just trying
to solve the...

(scoffs)

I screwed up.

I'm so sorry.

Is David in trouble?

He's in holding.

I had to vet him to assess
his threat level.

- He's not a threat.
- That's not

for you to decide.

Oh, my God.

Am I about to be fired?

Everyone gets
one mistake.

One.

This one is yours.

(people applauding)

(woman)
Yeah!

It's really him.

I want you to
go in there.

Why me?

You have
the relationship.

He went dark on me
for a reason.

We have a lot
of bad blood.

I just pulled him out
from under a rock

and dragged him
through hell.

That is bad blood.

Trust me,
I know Guerrero.

I'm the last person
he wants to see right now.

He'll either start
playing games or shut down,

and we'll lose our chance
to get the information.

You were his handler.
It has to be you.

I am so sorry.

(stammering) They didn't
fire you, did they?

No, no.
Close, but... no.

You were right, okay?
I just...

I got caught
up ieverything.

No, me too.
Me too.

Can I...
am I under arrest?

No.
No, you're free to go.

(sighing)
Well...

I think it's time
we open that Blanton's

your uncle gave you.

I...
I can't do this.

You...

I know you're different.

Um, but I'm
still the same.

And I'm the reason
that they move out.

And this job...
I love this job.

But it takes all of me.

And I can't be...

Happy?

(sighs)

Distracted.

(sighs)

Well, I'll, uh...
I'll leave you to it.

(door sliding open)

(Mayfair) Did you really think
we wouldn't find you?

Why don't you catch me up
on the last two years?

Who tipped you off
about the indictment?

All right.

Who knew you were
in Draclyn?

Someone outside of
the township had to know.

Why would I talk to you?

Because I'm an assistant
director at the FBI now, Saul.

I'm your only
shot at a deal.

Murder.

Conspiracy
to commit murder.

Conspiracy
to commit extortion.

Narcotics distribution.

Tell me what
I want to know,

and I'll talk to
the federal prosecutor.

I'm a lot of things.
But I'm not a rat.

I have nothing to say.

We've waited this long.

We can wait
a little longer.

That wasn't the reunion
I was expecting.

Guerrero's
always been stubborn.

If he doesn't wanna talk,
I can't make him talk.

Guerrero's been running
his mouth off all day,

dissecting my team,

looking for any
weakness to exploit,

and twisting anything
that he learned

to get an advantage.

He didn't have a move
for you in there.

He's out of moves.
He knows it's over.

When you walked in there,
there wasn't even

a flicker of
recognition from Guerrero.

And you walked out without
even trying to crack him.

- Listen to me...
- No, you listen to me.

He says that
he isn't a rat.

I believe him.

You were never
his handler, were you?

You've never even
met him before.

- Kurt...
- What the hell is going on?

Why is that case
on her body?

Tell me the truth.

Only three people
in the world know

what I'm about
to tell you.

The truth...

...it's called Daylight.