Blindspot (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 12 - The Tale of the Book of Secrets - full transcript
Patterson and Rich embark on a treasure hunt to Peru in a gambit to save Jane.
Here she is.
Thank you. Hey.
Hey.
Do you... do you want anything?
How 'bout my vision back?
I, uh...
I want to beat this.
I want to go home.
We all want that.
And I say "all" because...
Patterson and Rich came to see you.
- What?
- Hey.
- Hey!
- Hey, Jane!
- You look great!
- Why are you yelling?
- She's not deaf.
- Although, I may be now.
Ah, you've still got your
sense of humor. That's great.
Okay, yup.
Any new leads on the stem cells?
Yeah, we had a major
breakthrough last night.
Patterson found a lead in the cache.
Now Roman is pointing us
toward this billionaire named Ken Lee.
He has his own private
medical collection.
Including the Stanton cells
that we believe could cure you.
Ken has the stem cells
because he's a major
hypochondriac and agorophobe.
Supposedly, he hasn't
left his place in years.
So, how do we... how do we get
these stem cells? Do we buy them?
Not unless you got a spare
billion layin' around.
There has to be something
that he wants or needs.
We're gonna go meet with him right now.
We're gonna do everything we can.
A new aeronautic system
called ARVO just went active.
Congrats?
Madeline Burke has plans to exploit ARVO
to take down a commercial airplane.
So, not congrats, then.
We think she wants to
tank Bradley Dynamics,
the company responsible for ARVO's tech,
in order to scoop up their contracts.
Yeah, we don't know which plane
she's targeting. Or when.
Well, uh, I don't fly much anymore,
house arrest and all.
But if I were you, I would
just ground all the planes.
Uh, just suspend all commercial
flights indefinitely?
Yeah, that won't hurt
the global economy.
Look, you called me in
for advice, I'm jus...
No...
we brought you in for a job.
A straight-up undercover mission.
Madeline is expecting to meet
with a hacker named Del Toro.
You play Del Toro, and you just have to
figure out what flight she's targeting.
Will I also be playing Maria
in a Boise State production
of "West Side Story"?
"Del Toro," seriously?
Do I look like a... like a Del Toro?
Del Toro's just a handle. No
one's ever even seen the guy.
Well, if no one's seen him, then why me?
Why not use someone on your payroll?
There is that one guy.
Tasteless dresser.
Emotionally manipulative.
Name rhymes with "witch,"
and another word
that also rhymes with "witch."
Well, Rich works here,
and she knows that
Madeline has been to our offices.
Plus, Rich's eccentricities
might not be ideal for Madeline.
She's very particular.
She's sugarcoating it.
Madeline killed Del Toro's predecessor.
So, this is a suicide mission?
Tha-That's why I'm going?
Because I'm dispensable?
No thanks!
Look... if you pull this off,
we'll grant you immunity.
No more house arrest. We'll
expunge your record.
My God, people.
Lead with that!
Okay. What's the plan?
See this?
Madeline has an identical
one on her desk.
Only this isn't actually a paperweight.
It's a sniffer. I know.
Exactly.
This was specifically designed to clone
the data on the chipset used
in Madeline's computer.
So all you have to do is swap them out.
Look, I'll swap whatever if it means
I'm out of that hellhole
and reunited with Netflix,
Grindr and, oh, dinner at Per Se.
Keep in mind that Madeline will for sure
make you prove your hacking ability.
There's gonna be a test.
Oh, I'm so scared.
I'm so scared!
I faked a nuke attack. Remember?
Madeline murdered the last hacker
she didn't like. Remember?
I'd keep that in mind if I were you.
Special Agent Patterson and, uh...
Special Consultant, Rich Dot'cm.
Dot'cm, right. Dot'cm, yeah.
Yeah. Nothing against you,
but I'd prefer not to shake hands.
Of course. It's a disgusting tradition.
So, uh...
what can I do to help you?
Uh, Mr. Lee,
we're actually here for a favor.
One of our agents is dying.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
Her name is Jane.
The stem cells that you have
could save her life.
We're hoping that you would
consider donating them.
Of course, we're talking
commendations here.
And some serious hardware.
Or, the next time you
wander into the FBI,
you might find yourself
in the Ken Lee Honorary Conference Room.
I wish I could help you, truly.
But the stem cells are for me.
Come on, you clearly don't need them.
- But I might.
- Yeah, but you don't.
If you don't have a warrant,
I'd like you to leave.
W-We told you she's dying, right?
You understand that this woman is dying?
- Rich, no.
- Right? I mean, people give kidneys.
People rip them out of their
bodies to give kidneys!
Yes, and other people
buy them, or so I hear.
The cells were nearly
impossible to acquire.
So, I'm not giving them away
to the first charity that comes my way.
What if we were to give you...
the Book of Secrets?
What?
I have no idea what that is.
Sorry,
that's actually an internal name.
I know you've heard of it.
Rare South American tome
said to contain thousands of cures.
El Libro de la Eternidad?
It's rumored to exist, but...
Oh, it exists, and we have it.
I'm proposing a simple exchange.
The cells for El Libro.
I'd have to verify its provenance.
But assuming everything checked out...
that's an exchange I can accept.
Okay, we'll go get it.
- Yeah.
- It's, uh...
in our vault, out of state.
It's a bit of a schlep.
We could have it back to you in...
Forty-eight hours, maximum.
You have it or you don't.
If it's not in my hands by then,
my deal is off the table.
Okay.
Is there something
you're not telling me?
We don't have the Book of Secrets.
If we wanna save Jane's life,
we have 48 hours to do it.
If she even makes it that long.
You broke the cardinal
rule of bargaining:
Do not offer that which you do not have.
Oh, you know what? You
should be flattered,
because you've somehow, you know,
wormed your way into my
brain and convinced me
that this book might actually exist.
Of course it exists.
What I don't get is how you knew
Ken Lee would even want it.
He's a billionaire hypochondriac
that collects medical rarities.
I took a gamble. And also...
he had the snake knives. Steak knives?
What the hell do I care what
kind of cutlery he uses?
Snake knives. The ones
from your research.
You read my book? My
1,800-page masterwork?
- I... skimmed it.
- No, no, no, no, no.
Not with that level of
retention, you didn't.
- You read it.
- Okay, take it easy.
- Top to bottom.
- Okay...
Did you also make flashcards?
The only reason I read
this crap is because
the cache is clearly pointing
us to the Book of Secrets.
Yes, because Roman
believed that it contained
the cure for ZIP disease,
for those of you just joining us.
No, no, no, no, no. That
is where you're wrong.
I think Roman is pointing us to it
not because it contains
anything worthwhile,
but because it could be used
to be bartered for the stem cells.
It is a means to an end.
Okay, Roman knew about Ken Lee.
And he knew that Ken had
the Stanton cells...
but wanted El Libro more.
Okay, can you please
stop using "El Libro"?
It literally just means
"the book," okay?
Just because you're saying it in Spanish
does not make it muy interesante.
Okay, we gotta loop in Reade
and convince him to use FBI resources
on a glorified treasure hunt.
Never you mind, Patty Mayonnaise.
I have a Powerpoint presentation. Come.
Oh, boy.
Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here today
to talk about the cure
that I found, months ago, for Jane.
The Book of Secrets is a
long-lost, mystical tome
filled with thousands of cures
in dozens of languages:
Spanish, Quechua, Aymara, Mapudungun...
We get it. How come this is the
first I'm hearing of this?
Because it isn't full of cures.
It's sole value is the fact that...
we would like to trade
it for Ken's stem cells.
How can we trade it if we
have no clue where it is?
Maybe you have no clue, Afreen,
but I have strong hunches.
Do you though? 'Cause, I overheard
- you guys in the lab...
- Why are you being like this?
Where is it, Rich?
I believe that it is currently housed
in one of the Americas.
Central, possibly South. Maybe North.
- So, no clue.
- No! No, no.
I have a clue. I have a clue!
Three explorers:
Alejandro Mendoza, Paulo Cruz,
and Edward Ove were all thought
to have pursued the book
to Peru, Brazil, and Chile.
Those are countries,
Rich. Large countries.
Yes, but I have narrowed it down to
regions in those countries
using their drawings.
Do you see these mortars and pestles?
And regionally-specific plant diagrams?
Hold on, go back to that last image.
The one with the berries.
Oh. Those are not berries.
Those are the poisonous seeds
of the cherimoya fruit,
otherwise known as the custard apple.
A favorite of Mark Twain. He used it...
Oh, my God, I know where it is.
Can you... What?
Always stealing my focus.
Okay, so what do you got?
Here, look.
There are identical cherimoya seeds
on Roman's third cache.
I thought they were berries
until I saw your presentation.
All I'm hearing is:
Rich, you sexy genius,
you solved it again.
You gave me context. See?
Identical.
No, they're nearly identical.
Roman is asking us to
spot the differences.
So the main difference
here is that Roman's image
is overlaid with a grid.
Maybe the grid is its own clue.
Okay.
So what if Roman is
telling us to shade in
every grid square where
we find an inconsistency.
Okay, we got one two from the top,
three from the left,
four from the bottom.
Six over from the right,
and second from the top,
four from the right.
There's definitely a pattern here.
Let me run it through our database.
Any historical archives,
centering the search
on South America.
And we have a match.
The shaded squares are identical
to the relief on the doors
of the Cathedral Basilica
of the Assumption of the Virgin.
Otherwise known as Cusco
Cathedral, in Peru.
Hey, your Americas hunch wasn't wrong.
Oh, my God. I'm incredible.
Wait, except Roman got
even more specific.
All these grid squares
form the door pattern
except for this one.
He's highlighting the bottom
right corner of the grid.
Is he trying to get us to look
at the Southeast cornerstone
of Cusco Cathedral?
That's where the Book of Secrets is.
Viva, el Peru.
Rimaykullayki, Book of Secrets!
- What?
- It's "Hello, Book of Secrets" in Quechua,
It's an indigenous language
of the Andes. Look...
- I'll go talk to Reade. You get Weller.
- Okay.
What do you mean you're not coming?
I'm not leaving her. I'm not.
Look, I hear you, but we
made a deal with Ken.
The faster we can find this book,
- the faster we can get the cells...
- I'm sorry. Patterson!
I trust you and Rich.
All right, if this book does exist,
I'm sure that you will find it.
If it doesn't...
If these are Jane's last...
I-I don't want to spend
them chasing a fairy tale.
I want to spend them with her.
Kurt, she's gonna pull through.
Nobody is stronger than Jane.
I'm not leaving her.
Understood.
I'll keep you posted.
Hey, Patterson.
Do you really think
this is our best bet?
We'll get those stem cells.
I promise.
It's not happening.
Oh, come on, we need the
Bureau's private jet!
You never heard the term
"necessary luxury"?
- No.
- I know that's a lie.
I also know that jet lag is detrimental
to the optimal functioning
of the human mind!
It's a one-hour time difference
- between here and Cusco.
- Yeah, but it's a long flight.
We're gonna need first-class seats.
Lay-flat beds. Ooh, and accommodations
at the Belmond would be nice.
Roundtrip tickets JFK
to Cusco, no hotel.
What am I supposed to do,
sleep on the street?
Pick someone up at a bar,
go home with them? I mean,
I'll do it, it sounds fun. You're
not supposed to sleep anywhere.
You go to the cathedral,
you get the book,
and you come right back. Understood?
- Okay.
- Also, this mission's unsanctioned.
Wait, what? Why?
The Peruvian Minister of Culture
formed a task force
to crack down on pillaging artifacts.
It's illegal to take
anything out of the country,
including this book, assuming it exists.
Can't they make an exception?
Not in the timeframe we're working with.
A group of scholars
has to give the okay,
which takes months, and I doubt
we'd even get the approval.
Only reason why I'm
comfortable with any of this
is 'cause it could mean
saving Jane's life.
Okay, so you're saying watch our backs?
I would tread lightly.
Well, can I have some luggage
with a secret compartment or something?
- Fine.
- And a head lamp? For some spelunking.
Like, if our lives depended on it.
Oh, and a trowel. I'm
gonna need a trowel.
You know what? A little
help would be nice.
Especially since you're
the one who overpacked.
Hey, I am trying to keep up our cover ID
as American turistas, okay? So, de nada.
Smile.
Oh, wow.
- Okay, okay.
- Okay.
Oh, monara.
That's a perfect match.
Smell that?
It's the Book of Secrets.
You know, Lonely Planet says that
the southeast corner of this building
is a perfect photo spot!
- Why are you yelling?
- Great idea!
Hey! Psst!
It's another clue!
Seriously?
Jane is dying. We don't have time
to solve another complicated puzzle.
Well, we'd better get a move on,
because something tells me
this is just the beginning.
Did you guys get the book?
Uh, not quite. We're at the cathedral.
We just found a second clue.
I'm sending you the photo now.
I'm on it. Okay, and it should be
pointing somewhere
awesome, like a sex lair
or something with snake charmers,
or maybe a cave. Ooh, spelunking!
See, I knew packing those
headlamps was a good idea.
Oh, I got a match.
It's a mural.
A cave painting, that's it!
No, it's a mural on the wall
of a bed and breakfast in town.
Oh. Ah, no...
Afreen, I would Google that again.
We're on an epic puzzle adventure.
This isn't "Under The Tuscan Sun."
No, ignore him.
I'm sure what you found is right.
Can you tell me more?
The B&B is called De La Sol, it's on
the East side, in an old house.
Is it an old haunted house, at least?
I mean, give me something
to work with here.
Uh, thanks, guys.
Send me the address, and
we'll keep you posted.
Tasha, at last. I take it
- this is Mr. Del Toro?
- Ms. Burke.
- I've heard great things.
- Oh, what a coincidence.
I've done great things.
We'll see about that.
I don't put much stock in referrals.
An assessment, perhaps?
Sure. Where's my setup?
- Over here?
- No.
That's my computer.
You're set up over there.
Uh, isn't that a little... Y2K?
A craftsman never blames his tools.
If you're as good as you
say, you should be able
to use that perfectly adequate machine
to access the deposits going
into the bank downstairs.
They oversee $6 million in
transfers every afternoon.
I'd like it all rerouted
into that account.
I have to take this.
I expect you to be finished
by the time I get back.
Keep an eye on him, Tasha.
Hey, Afreen was right.
There's the mural.
It's a B&B, big whoop.
Ooh, are those alfajores? Yes, please.
Look at the snake's
tongue. It's an arrow.
Pointing us upstairs maybe?
Let's just check in
and look around for the next clue.
- Bienvenido!
- How can I help you?
Uh, we would love to book a room.
I'm sorry.
I just let out the last room.
No, we, uh... we should...
we have a reservation.
For tonight?
How did you book?
Oh, no.
Patricia...
my darling, my sweet bride...
I am so sorry. I am...
An idiot?
We're on our honeymoon. And I was
supposed to book the reservation,
and you're saying you
don't have any room?
There's no listings for
any... Oh, damn it.
But it's okay, sir.
There is a Holiday Inn down the street.
Holiday Inn?
A Holiday Inn?
I told you about the
De La Sol months ago.
I know, I wrote it down.
I swear, I went...
I tried to make the reservation.
I thought I did it right.
You know I'm useless with computers.
A slice of Peru, that
is all that I wanted,
and now we're gonna
spend our wedding night
in a chain hotel?
- We've had fun at Holiday Inns before.
- No. You know what?
If you're gonna make the call...
just ask for two rooms.
Look, I-I don't have any rooms, but...
I could put you in my
father's old study.
It's upstairs.
Uh, that would be great. Yeah,
that'd be amazing. Oh! Yeah!
- Oh, okay.
- Muchas gracias! Muchas gracias!
Oh, I-I mean, if-if that would be okay
with your father, of course.
He passed away many years ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is he the one that painted
that lovely mural?
Si, his name was Alejandro Mendoza.
Three explorers: Alejandro Mendoza...
And he was...
A rock star!
Oh, you... you know my father's work?
That's surprising.
Yes, his greatest discovery
was a book of cures,
which has never since been found.
Oh, okay, I was thinking
of a different...
Alejandro Mendoza.
The... he's a guitarist.
- Oh...
- Have you heard of the band Slipknot?
Is that... okay, never mind.
Well, let's get you settled.
Please, follow me.
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
Oh, I'll get the bags,
honey, don't worry.
They just check into hotel.
Understood.
Come on, you gotta eat something.
I'm not hungry.
Okay.
This is so unfair.
I thought...
I thought we would grow old together.
And we will.
You don't know that.
That's why you stayed behind.
- Jane...
- You've never turned down
a field assignment in your life.
You wanted to be here in case I die.
Move over.
I want to be here
because I'm your husband first...
and I'm an agent second.
And we will find those stem cells.
And we will cure you.
I promise you.
I can't see.
And it's getting harder to move,
to... to breathe.
My body's forgetting
how to do everything.
And...
I'm... I'm scared, Kurt.
I know.
And... I am, too.
But it's gonna be okay.
I know it is. I know it is.
Oh, sorry about the mess.
We just brought down some
of my father's writings
from the attic.
I'll move them out.
Oh, no-no-no-no-no, don't...
don't bother, really.
It's not a problem.
Is this... Is this your dad?
- Mm-hmm.
- Uhh...
you said he... he discovered a book.
Was he an explorer of some sort?
Well, both my parents were.
There's my mother, Eva,
and my father, Alejandro,
in 1945, the year they met.
'Til '55, when they had me,
all they did was travel
Peru, gathering artifacts.
Wow, they must have found
some amazing things.
They did, but they hid a lot of them.
They felt a duty to protect
our sacred objects
from visitors, archeologists,
thieves, stealing in the
name of scholarship.
Bastards.
Yeah... anyway,
I'll give you some couples' time.
- Oh, yes.
- Thank you.
Yeah.
We hit the motherlode.
We are in Alejandro Mendoza's study.
This place could be crawling with clues.
His writing!
I don't know, I feel guilty.
- What? Why?
- We just lied
to a perfectly nice woman,
and we're planning to do the very thing
the Mendozas strove to prevent: looting!
For Jane. We're looting for Jane.
That's different. Is it?
Okay, look, after we get the stem cells,
from Ken, we can heist
the Book of Secrets
back from him, okay?
Okay, okay, okay.
And then... And then, you know,
return it to the people of Peru?
Yeah, or, you know,
sell it on the dark web.
What is the matter with you?
I thought we were brainstorming, okay?
There's no bad ideas in brainstorming.
Just...
wait a second.
Uh, the mosaic on this weather station
matches the serpent mural
downstairs and the etchings
on the cathedral.
Is that a coincidence?
None of its gauges are working.
Each is affixed to a set number.
Okay... 1-35-09-2.
Coordinates.
To a lookout point above Cusco.
Let's go.
Type faster, Madeline
will be back any minute.
Not helpful.
Haven't you finished yet?
I thought you were the best.
The best takes time.
You want fast, go to McDonalds.
Del Toro can do this. Just
give him a few minutes...
There. Done.
Well, yes. It appears you are.
The funds have just
dropped into my account.
Excellent work...
Boston Arliss Crab.
I don't appreciate being lied to.
I thought I made that clear.
It wasn't a lie. This is Del Toro.
Don't double down on this, Tasha.
I've confirmed his identity...
The man sitting before us
has consulted for the FBI,
and I think you knew that.
Yes, his name is Boston Arliss Crab.
But his name is also Del Toro.
He's a hacker, Madeline.
He has dozens of aliases.
I did my research.
He's the one who breached
NORAD's missile defense system
and caused the false nuclear
threat on New York.
I think that's evidence enough
to believe that he's severed
ties with the Bureau.
He's done jobs under
the handles O. Weimar,
- Z8, Lucy D, Esga...
- Hey-Hey-Hey! You wanna shut up?
Blowing all my covers was
not part of our deal.
You gonna give this bitch my
social security number next?
Excuse me? You think you're big time?
This whole job has felt
like amateur hour.
First, you insult me
with that stupid test...
I'll vet you as I see fit.
Madeline, I am so sorry
for the confusion.
And for his behavior.
"Madeline, I'm so sorry, Madeline."
Where's my apology?!
Huh?! Sweetie!
An adult is talking to you!
You know what, I don't
care how good he is,
I am taking him out right now.
No, no, we still need
him to down that plane,
even if he is a whiny little...
A whiny little what?
You know, you're either
very brave or very stupid.
Why can't he be both?
And you're clearly very
good at what you do.
And I'm sorry if this job has been
trying on your delicate constitution.
But it isn't over yet.
Now, I have a few things to attend to.
You two wait here for
further instructions.
Is that acceptable to you, Mr. Del Toro?
Yeah, yeah, I just needed to be heard.
Okay, well, here we are at the corner of
a magnificent view and
a humongous Jesus.
- Rich.
- What?
- The power of Christ compelled me.
- Okay, let's...
split up, keep our
eyes peeled for clues.
Okay.
Aha! I found something! I win!
Ha! It's the exact outline
of the weather station
in Alejandro's study.
My thoughts exactly.
That's why I married you.
It's a hidey-hole.
- It's empty.
- What?
How is that even possible?
Somebody got to it before us?
No. After all this...
all we get is a hole in the wall?
Without that book,
we don't get the stem cells,
and without the stem cells,
Jane is gonna...
Wait a minute. Look at these carvings.
These are etchings of zeros and ones,
like this brick is trying
to guide us to a computer.
How is that even possible?
Alejandro and Eva
- made this clue trail in the '40s.
- Mm-hmm.
Wait, what is this?
It's letters. "RB 4 RB."
Rare... Book... for... Roast Beef.
- I got nothing.
- No.
How about Roman Briggs for Remi Briggs?
- Roman must have gotten here first.
- Of course!
He took the clue to
ensure that we would be
the only ones to find
the Book of Secrets!
Okay. So, the zeroes and
ones, the initials...
those are hints that he added.
Maybe this does point us to a computer.
- The cache.
- The cache.
Okay, okay. So, on Roman's first cache,
there was a file on there
that I never could open.
The file's name was "Full Circle."
Okay, we found the file. Now what?
Try the coordinates for where we are
as the password. 1-3-5-0-9...
Say that again? 9, what?
9-2-4-9...
7-1-9...
7-8-3-3-1.
The reception's pretty bad here.
We'll call you back from a landline.
Secondary authentication required.
Seriously, Roman?
It seems like some kind
of pictorial puzzle.
Start running these pictures
against the tattoo database.
- I'll loop in Weller.
- Yeah.
Oh. Uh, have you heard
back from Zapata at all?
- Still nothing.
- All right.
Roman left us a clue on the cache.
It's password protected.
What's the clue?
It's a picture puzzle.
Huh. Perfect clue for a blind woman.
Describe it to me.
It's some sort of antelope
in front of a shield.
It's... You know, it
could be a coat of arms.
- You're sure it's an antelope?
- No.
I mean, it could be a deer.
No, it's... It's not a deer.
- It's a springbok.
- A spring what?
It's a gazelle found in South Africa.
And it's not a shield.
It's the South African seal.
Roman's describing his coin.
Our coin, the one that we used to trade
back and forth to make
each other feel better
when we were kids at the orphanage.
I got you something.
I think I know the password.
Okay. Try "I got you something."
"I got you something"?
It worked.
That one's labeled "map." Open it.
What's this even
supposed to be a map of?
A compass rose and a
bunch of scattered dots?
Maybe the note explains it?
It's for Jane.
"In the event of my death..."
It's from Roman.
"Hey, Sis. I got you something.
I never solved this one. I hope you can.
I did my best. May you outlive this...
for the both of us.
Your brother, always, Roman."
So, Roman never cracked the map,
and he had months to decode it.
Yeah, but he never had
Patterson or Rich.
He designed those caches.
He was more than capable.
If he couldn't solve it, we never will.
Not before it's too late to matter.
All right, Reade is sending over a scan
of Roman's uncrackable dot map.
Supposedly uncrackable.
Let me take a look at it.
Oh, yeah, that's just
a bunch of nothing.
You know, are we even
sure this is a map?
I mean, Roman never cracked this one,
so maybe he started with
a faulty assumption.
Or maybe he didn't have
all the information
he needed to solve it.
We just brought down some of
my father's writings from the attic.
Alejandro's old notes!
Roman never got to look at them.
You know, I know that we're
not technically married
and you're not really my type,
but every time we do this thing
where we finish each other's sentences,
I get a little turned on.
You are completely alone in that.
Look at the compass
rose. It's identical.
It's a map of Machu Picchu.
Ay dios mio! Alejandro,
why would you hide the Book of Secrets
in the most heavily
touristed area in Peru?
It's not exactly a secure location.
No, you're looking at it all wrong.
In the late '40s, excavation was over.
Archeologists had already
moved on to other sites.
If Alejandro and Eva wanted to hide it
someplace no one would look...
They'd have to put it somewhere
that had already been plundered.
We have a train to catch.
Okay, look, there's an
"X" on both maps...
one here and another one here.
Yeah, "but X never,
ever marks the spot."
What are you doing?
Why are you talking like that?
You've never seen Indiana Jones?
- That's your Indy?
- Yes, that's my Indy.
Are you kidding me? It's pitch perfect.
- No it's not.
- How dare you!
Who are you, Rich Little? Do yours.
Okay, listen, you're distracting me.
We have two maps with two endpoints.
Let's split up and
explore simultaneously.
Eh, unless they're not endpoints.
Alejandro used to explore with Eva.
What if they're starting points?
And they're meant to meet in the middle.
Like Lady and the Tramp.
Okay, all right. We gotta
each get to our Xs.
I'll give the signal. We gotta start
at the same time at the same pace.
We'll start with the left
foot. Ready? Three, two...
Okay, uh, or we could use math.
I will calculate the midpoint. Yep.
I guess we could do that too.
All right. This is the midpoint.
"On this spot on April 23, 1920,
"what was believed to be
"an Incan telescope dating back
to 1451 was discovered."
Suck on that, NASA.
The clue is telling us
to look to the stars.
So we gotta hide out in the gift shop
until nightfall?
No, we don't have to wait for nightfall.
My Dad and I created an app
that tells you which
stars would be visible
on any given date, so if we enter
April 23, 1920,
allow the app to give us access
to our location...
There we go.
Urcuchillay.
Am I chilly? No, I'm not
chilly. Do you need my coat?
It's Urcuchillay,
the llama-shaped god of Incan herdsman.
In fact, as we were coming down here,
I swear I saw a llama conopas
by the ruins of the
slaughterhouse. What's a conopas?
It's a stone figure usually placed
by the final resting place of an animal.
- Research!
- Okay, okay!
Okay. So, the sacrificial altar
would traditionally be placed
in the center of the space.
There! Remains of where it was.
Okay. Great.
I'm about to do something
incredibly illegal.
Whoa! You brought a shovel?
It's called a trowel.
I also have a whisk broom. Excuse me.
Make it quick.
- I found something!
- Hurry.
- Hurry, please.
- It's a box!
We have a box!
The Book of Secrets.
We did it.
We're gonna save Jane.
It's all here.
All the great cures.
All of nature's answers.
"Dried plums for rigid bowels."
That's not exactly life shattering.
Well, none of these
are. I told you this.
It's a bunch of herbal remedies.
All that matters is that Ken wants them.
Okay.
- Okay. Okay.
- Right.
Let's call Kurt, let's get our bags,
and let's hop on the next flight!
Okay. Last one down to the
bottom of the mountain...
See ya! Hey, I gotta grab my trowel!
Reade sent an update.
He says the team's close.
You're not just saying that?
Would I lie to you?
Mmm. I wish I could see you...
one last time.
That sexy crooked smile.
Hmm.
My smile's not that crooked.
Kurt.
I love you.
You know that, right?
Don't say it like that.
Like what?
Like it's the last time.
I love you and I always will.
I love you too.
Why don't you...
Why don't you rest, all right?
Sweet dreams, baby.
I'll be back in a second.
This is Kurt Weller from the
New York Office of the FBI.
I want to talk to Ken Lee. It's urgent.
Mr. Lee has stepped out for the day.
I'll let him know that you called.
Supposedly, he hasn't
left his place in years.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
Thank you for doing the legwork.
I'll take El Libro now or
you'll pay with your lives.
We had a deal. Slide it over.
Are you sure? That seems kind of
disrespectful, doesn't it?
Plus, it's pretty old. I don't know
if sliding's the best move for...
Okay. Sliding.
- Please.
- Get down.
Our friend is dying! I said, get down!
Mr. Lee has stepped out for the day.
I'll let him know that you called.
I just tried Ken Lee. I was
told that he wasn't at home.
Find Ken Lee right now!
Tracking his cell.
What's he doing in Peru?
He's double-crossing us.
He has no intention of
trading the stem cells
for the Book of Secrets.
He's just using Rich and Patterson
to find it for him.
Call the Peruvian National Police.
I'll get in touch with
Rich and Patterson.
It's time for a new plan!
So, now that the trade is off the table,
we have a new deal for you.
We can get you out of here.
Unless you want to spend
time in a Peruvian prison.
I'm pretty sure they don't
have any hand sanitizer,
although shaking hands
- might be the least of your problems.
- Yeah.
And as a hypochondriac...
- I'm not a hypochondri...
- Please!
You eat freeze-dried food
in a hermetically sealed oxygen tent.
How long do you think you're gonna last
on a dirty concrete floor?
What do you want?
What we always wanted.
You give us the Stanton cells,
we can get you back stateside
and on indefinite house arrest
with your beloved Quartz crystals.
What about El Libro?
Can we please just stick to calling it
The Book of Secrets? A
little respect, please.
That's what it's called. The Book is
going back to its rightful place,
Peru's National Museum of Archaeology,
Anthropology and History.
After I photocopy the pages, of course.
You have a deal.
Call your minions. Have them deliver
the cells to Sinai Hospital, stat.
- Hey! Where's Jane?
- How'd it go?
- Uh, ask her yourself.
- Oh!
Oh, hey.
Apparently, this
hospital doesn't believe
in a "recovery period"
and they've got me
doing laps in the hall already.
That's... That's great.
You gotta use it or lose it, right?
I guess.
The stem cell treatment,
it couldn't have gone better.
Yeah. I'm gonna be fine,
thanks to you two.
Oh, hey.
Uh, technically,
it's thanks to the Book of Secrets.
You know, that's the whole reason
that your life got saved here,
which is really trivial to
me, if you think about it.
I mean, I know that we all know
the Book of Secrets was my obsession.
I brought it to you guys.
But, hey, really, if
Doubtful Delilah over here
hadn't questioned me
every step of the way...
Oh, come on! Stem cells
saved Jane's life!
There's a difference between actual
- and proximate cause.
- Ooh, look at you with the legalese.
Judge Judy over here.
All right. You guys can
duke this out later.
Why don't we let Jane rest,
even if it's against hospital policy?
Good call.
Seriously, thank you.
Yeah.
Hey, I was thinking...
Saving Jane's life,
that could qualify me for,
like, a promotion, right?
Or at least a nominal office upgrade?
Or how about another assignment?
I need you to find Zapata and Boston.
Is Boston's mission not
going as well as mine?
- Ours?
- Possibly.
I don't know for sure.
They haven't checked in.
- What do you mean? Like, at all?
- No.
I'm afraid to call them
and blow their cover.
We can trace their cells.
Afreen's been trying.
No offense to Afreen, but she's no us.
We'll find them.
How much longer is this gonna take?
We've been here all night.
Relax, Tasha. Time to move
to the second location.
Uh, second location?
I thought the plan was for me
to take Del Toro to the safe house,
monitor him, and then you'd
let me know when you were ready.
I'm ready.
Now give me your phones.
This isn't what I signed on for.
Know your place! I've endured
one of your tantrums.
I won't have another one,
and I'd hate to complain
to your friends in the cartel.
Where are we going?
Someplace invisible,
where the man of a thousand names
can complete the hack of a lifetime.
Now, give me your phone. We can't risk
having anyone trace our whereabouts.
He's gonna hack today?
Is that a problem?
It's just that he hasn't slept.
I'm done waiting, Tasha.
By tonight, we will have orchestrated
the most devastating crash
in airline history.
Thank you. Hey.
Hey.
Do you... do you want anything?
How 'bout my vision back?
I, uh...
I want to beat this.
I want to go home.
We all want that.
And I say "all" because...
Patterson and Rich came to see you.
- What?
- Hey.
- Hey!
- Hey, Jane!
- You look great!
- Why are you yelling?
- She's not deaf.
- Although, I may be now.
Ah, you've still got your
sense of humor. That's great.
Okay, yup.
Any new leads on the stem cells?
Yeah, we had a major
breakthrough last night.
Patterson found a lead in the cache.
Now Roman is pointing us
toward this billionaire named Ken Lee.
He has his own private
medical collection.
Including the Stanton cells
that we believe could cure you.
Ken has the stem cells
because he's a major
hypochondriac and agorophobe.
Supposedly, he hasn't
left his place in years.
So, how do we... how do we get
these stem cells? Do we buy them?
Not unless you got a spare
billion layin' around.
There has to be something
that he wants or needs.
We're gonna go meet with him right now.
We're gonna do everything we can.
A new aeronautic system
called ARVO just went active.
Congrats?
Madeline Burke has plans to exploit ARVO
to take down a commercial airplane.
So, not congrats, then.
We think she wants to
tank Bradley Dynamics,
the company responsible for ARVO's tech,
in order to scoop up their contracts.
Yeah, we don't know which plane
she's targeting. Or when.
Well, uh, I don't fly much anymore,
house arrest and all.
But if I were you, I would
just ground all the planes.
Uh, just suspend all commercial
flights indefinitely?
Yeah, that won't hurt
the global economy.
Look, you called me in
for advice, I'm jus...
No...
we brought you in for a job.
A straight-up undercover mission.
Madeline is expecting to meet
with a hacker named Del Toro.
You play Del Toro, and you just have to
figure out what flight she's targeting.
Will I also be playing Maria
in a Boise State production
of "West Side Story"?
"Del Toro," seriously?
Do I look like a... like a Del Toro?
Del Toro's just a handle. No
one's ever even seen the guy.
Well, if no one's seen him, then why me?
Why not use someone on your payroll?
There is that one guy.
Tasteless dresser.
Emotionally manipulative.
Name rhymes with "witch,"
and another word
that also rhymes with "witch."
Well, Rich works here,
and she knows that
Madeline has been to our offices.
Plus, Rich's eccentricities
might not be ideal for Madeline.
She's very particular.
She's sugarcoating it.
Madeline killed Del Toro's predecessor.
So, this is a suicide mission?
Tha-That's why I'm going?
Because I'm dispensable?
No thanks!
Look... if you pull this off,
we'll grant you immunity.
No more house arrest. We'll
expunge your record.
My God, people.
Lead with that!
Okay. What's the plan?
See this?
Madeline has an identical
one on her desk.
Only this isn't actually a paperweight.
It's a sniffer. I know.
Exactly.
This was specifically designed to clone
the data on the chipset used
in Madeline's computer.
So all you have to do is swap them out.
Look, I'll swap whatever if it means
I'm out of that hellhole
and reunited with Netflix,
Grindr and, oh, dinner at Per Se.
Keep in mind that Madeline will for sure
make you prove your hacking ability.
There's gonna be a test.
Oh, I'm so scared.
I'm so scared!
I faked a nuke attack. Remember?
Madeline murdered the last hacker
she didn't like. Remember?
I'd keep that in mind if I were you.
Special Agent Patterson and, uh...
Special Consultant, Rich Dot'cm.
Dot'cm, right. Dot'cm, yeah.
Yeah. Nothing against you,
but I'd prefer not to shake hands.
Of course. It's a disgusting tradition.
So, uh...
what can I do to help you?
Uh, Mr. Lee,
we're actually here for a favor.
One of our agents is dying.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
Her name is Jane.
The stem cells that you have
could save her life.
We're hoping that you would
consider donating them.
Of course, we're talking
commendations here.
And some serious hardware.
Or, the next time you
wander into the FBI,
you might find yourself
in the Ken Lee Honorary Conference Room.
I wish I could help you, truly.
But the stem cells are for me.
Come on, you clearly don't need them.
- But I might.
- Yeah, but you don't.
If you don't have a warrant,
I'd like you to leave.
W-We told you she's dying, right?
You understand that this woman is dying?
- Rich, no.
- Right? I mean, people give kidneys.
People rip them out of their
bodies to give kidneys!
Yes, and other people
buy them, or so I hear.
The cells were nearly
impossible to acquire.
So, I'm not giving them away
to the first charity that comes my way.
What if we were to give you...
the Book of Secrets?
What?
I have no idea what that is.
Sorry,
that's actually an internal name.
I know you've heard of it.
Rare South American tome
said to contain thousands of cures.
El Libro de la Eternidad?
It's rumored to exist, but...
Oh, it exists, and we have it.
I'm proposing a simple exchange.
The cells for El Libro.
I'd have to verify its provenance.
But assuming everything checked out...
that's an exchange I can accept.
Okay, we'll go get it.
- Yeah.
- It's, uh...
in our vault, out of state.
It's a bit of a schlep.
We could have it back to you in...
Forty-eight hours, maximum.
You have it or you don't.
If it's not in my hands by then,
my deal is off the table.
Okay.
Is there something
you're not telling me?
We don't have the Book of Secrets.
If we wanna save Jane's life,
we have 48 hours to do it.
If she even makes it that long.
You broke the cardinal
rule of bargaining:
Do not offer that which you do not have.
Oh, you know what? You
should be flattered,
because you've somehow, you know,
wormed your way into my
brain and convinced me
that this book might actually exist.
Of course it exists.
What I don't get is how you knew
Ken Lee would even want it.
He's a billionaire hypochondriac
that collects medical rarities.
I took a gamble. And also...
he had the snake knives. Steak knives?
What the hell do I care what
kind of cutlery he uses?
Snake knives. The ones
from your research.
You read my book? My
1,800-page masterwork?
- I... skimmed it.
- No, no, no, no, no.
Not with that level of
retention, you didn't.
- You read it.
- Okay, take it easy.
- Top to bottom.
- Okay...
Did you also make flashcards?
The only reason I read
this crap is because
the cache is clearly pointing
us to the Book of Secrets.
Yes, because Roman
believed that it contained
the cure for ZIP disease,
for those of you just joining us.
No, no, no, no, no. That
is where you're wrong.
I think Roman is pointing us to it
not because it contains
anything worthwhile,
but because it could be used
to be bartered for the stem cells.
It is a means to an end.
Okay, Roman knew about Ken Lee.
And he knew that Ken had
the Stanton cells...
but wanted El Libro more.
Okay, can you please
stop using "El Libro"?
It literally just means
"the book," okay?
Just because you're saying it in Spanish
does not make it muy interesante.
Okay, we gotta loop in Reade
and convince him to use FBI resources
on a glorified treasure hunt.
Never you mind, Patty Mayonnaise.
I have a Powerpoint presentation. Come.
Oh, boy.
Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here today
to talk about the cure
that I found, months ago, for Jane.
The Book of Secrets is a
long-lost, mystical tome
filled with thousands of cures
in dozens of languages:
Spanish, Quechua, Aymara, Mapudungun...
We get it. How come this is the
first I'm hearing of this?
Because it isn't full of cures.
It's sole value is the fact that...
we would like to trade
it for Ken's stem cells.
How can we trade it if we
have no clue where it is?
Maybe you have no clue, Afreen,
but I have strong hunches.
Do you though? 'Cause, I overheard
- you guys in the lab...
- Why are you being like this?
Where is it, Rich?
I believe that it is currently housed
in one of the Americas.
Central, possibly South. Maybe North.
- So, no clue.
- No! No, no.
I have a clue. I have a clue!
Three explorers:
Alejandro Mendoza, Paulo Cruz,
and Edward Ove were all thought
to have pursued the book
to Peru, Brazil, and Chile.
Those are countries,
Rich. Large countries.
Yes, but I have narrowed it down to
regions in those countries
using their drawings.
Do you see these mortars and pestles?
And regionally-specific plant diagrams?
Hold on, go back to that last image.
The one with the berries.
Oh. Those are not berries.
Those are the poisonous seeds
of the cherimoya fruit,
otherwise known as the custard apple.
A favorite of Mark Twain. He used it...
Oh, my God, I know where it is.
Can you... What?
Always stealing my focus.
Okay, so what do you got?
Here, look.
There are identical cherimoya seeds
on Roman's third cache.
I thought they were berries
until I saw your presentation.
All I'm hearing is:
Rich, you sexy genius,
you solved it again.
You gave me context. See?
Identical.
No, they're nearly identical.
Roman is asking us to
spot the differences.
So the main difference
here is that Roman's image
is overlaid with a grid.
Maybe the grid is its own clue.
Okay.
So what if Roman is
telling us to shade in
every grid square where
we find an inconsistency.
Okay, we got one two from the top,
three from the left,
four from the bottom.
Six over from the right,
and second from the top,
four from the right.
There's definitely a pattern here.
Let me run it through our database.
Any historical archives,
centering the search
on South America.
And we have a match.
The shaded squares are identical
to the relief on the doors
of the Cathedral Basilica
of the Assumption of the Virgin.
Otherwise known as Cusco
Cathedral, in Peru.
Hey, your Americas hunch wasn't wrong.
Oh, my God. I'm incredible.
Wait, except Roman got
even more specific.
All these grid squares
form the door pattern
except for this one.
He's highlighting the bottom
right corner of the grid.
Is he trying to get us to look
at the Southeast cornerstone
of Cusco Cathedral?
That's where the Book of Secrets is.
Viva, el Peru.
Rimaykullayki, Book of Secrets!
- What?
- It's "Hello, Book of Secrets" in Quechua,
It's an indigenous language
of the Andes. Look...
- I'll go talk to Reade. You get Weller.
- Okay.
What do you mean you're not coming?
I'm not leaving her. I'm not.
Look, I hear you, but we
made a deal with Ken.
The faster we can find this book,
- the faster we can get the cells...
- I'm sorry. Patterson!
I trust you and Rich.
All right, if this book does exist,
I'm sure that you will find it.
If it doesn't...
If these are Jane's last...
I-I don't want to spend
them chasing a fairy tale.
I want to spend them with her.
Kurt, she's gonna pull through.
Nobody is stronger than Jane.
I'm not leaving her.
Understood.
I'll keep you posted.
Hey, Patterson.
Do you really think
this is our best bet?
We'll get those stem cells.
I promise.
It's not happening.
Oh, come on, we need the
Bureau's private jet!
You never heard the term
"necessary luxury"?
- No.
- I know that's a lie.
I also know that jet lag is detrimental
to the optimal functioning
of the human mind!
It's a one-hour time difference
- between here and Cusco.
- Yeah, but it's a long flight.
We're gonna need first-class seats.
Lay-flat beds. Ooh, and accommodations
at the Belmond would be nice.
Roundtrip tickets JFK
to Cusco, no hotel.
What am I supposed to do,
sleep on the street?
Pick someone up at a bar,
go home with them? I mean,
I'll do it, it sounds fun. You're
not supposed to sleep anywhere.
You go to the cathedral,
you get the book,
and you come right back. Understood?
- Okay.
- Also, this mission's unsanctioned.
Wait, what? Why?
The Peruvian Minister of Culture
formed a task force
to crack down on pillaging artifacts.
It's illegal to take
anything out of the country,
including this book, assuming it exists.
Can't they make an exception?
Not in the timeframe we're working with.
A group of scholars
has to give the okay,
which takes months, and I doubt
we'd even get the approval.
Only reason why I'm
comfortable with any of this
is 'cause it could mean
saving Jane's life.
Okay, so you're saying watch our backs?
I would tread lightly.
Well, can I have some luggage
with a secret compartment or something?
- Fine.
- And a head lamp? For some spelunking.
Like, if our lives depended on it.
Oh, and a trowel. I'm
gonna need a trowel.
You know what? A little
help would be nice.
Especially since you're
the one who overpacked.
Hey, I am trying to keep up our cover ID
as American turistas, okay? So, de nada.
Smile.
Oh, wow.
- Okay, okay.
- Okay.
Oh, monara.
That's a perfect match.
Smell that?
It's the Book of Secrets.
You know, Lonely Planet says that
the southeast corner of this building
is a perfect photo spot!
- Why are you yelling?
- Great idea!
Hey! Psst!
It's another clue!
Seriously?
Jane is dying. We don't have time
to solve another complicated puzzle.
Well, we'd better get a move on,
because something tells me
this is just the beginning.
Did you guys get the book?
Uh, not quite. We're at the cathedral.
We just found a second clue.
I'm sending you the photo now.
I'm on it. Okay, and it should be
pointing somewhere
awesome, like a sex lair
or something with snake charmers,
or maybe a cave. Ooh, spelunking!
See, I knew packing those
headlamps was a good idea.
Oh, I got a match.
It's a mural.
A cave painting, that's it!
No, it's a mural on the wall
of a bed and breakfast in town.
Oh. Ah, no...
Afreen, I would Google that again.
We're on an epic puzzle adventure.
This isn't "Under The Tuscan Sun."
No, ignore him.
I'm sure what you found is right.
Can you tell me more?
The B&B is called De La Sol, it's on
the East side, in an old house.
Is it an old haunted house, at least?
I mean, give me something
to work with here.
Uh, thanks, guys.
Send me the address, and
we'll keep you posted.
Tasha, at last. I take it
- this is Mr. Del Toro?
- Ms. Burke.
- I've heard great things.
- Oh, what a coincidence.
I've done great things.
We'll see about that.
I don't put much stock in referrals.
An assessment, perhaps?
Sure. Where's my setup?
- Over here?
- No.
That's my computer.
You're set up over there.
Uh, isn't that a little... Y2K?
A craftsman never blames his tools.
If you're as good as you
say, you should be able
to use that perfectly adequate machine
to access the deposits going
into the bank downstairs.
They oversee $6 million in
transfers every afternoon.
I'd like it all rerouted
into that account.
I have to take this.
I expect you to be finished
by the time I get back.
Keep an eye on him, Tasha.
Hey, Afreen was right.
There's the mural.
It's a B&B, big whoop.
Ooh, are those alfajores? Yes, please.
Look at the snake's
tongue. It's an arrow.
Pointing us upstairs maybe?
Let's just check in
and look around for the next clue.
- Bienvenido!
- How can I help you?
Uh, we would love to book a room.
I'm sorry.
I just let out the last room.
No, we, uh... we should...
we have a reservation.
For tonight?
How did you book?
Oh, no.
Patricia...
my darling, my sweet bride...
I am so sorry. I am...
An idiot?
We're on our honeymoon. And I was
supposed to book the reservation,
and you're saying you
don't have any room?
There's no listings for
any... Oh, damn it.
But it's okay, sir.
There is a Holiday Inn down the street.
Holiday Inn?
A Holiday Inn?
I told you about the
De La Sol months ago.
I know, I wrote it down.
I swear, I went...
I tried to make the reservation.
I thought I did it right.
You know I'm useless with computers.
A slice of Peru, that
is all that I wanted,
and now we're gonna
spend our wedding night
in a chain hotel?
- We've had fun at Holiday Inns before.
- No. You know what?
If you're gonna make the call...
just ask for two rooms.
Look, I-I don't have any rooms, but...
I could put you in my
father's old study.
It's upstairs.
Uh, that would be great. Yeah,
that'd be amazing. Oh! Yeah!
- Oh, okay.
- Muchas gracias! Muchas gracias!
Oh, I-I mean, if-if that would be okay
with your father, of course.
He passed away many years ago.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is he the one that painted
that lovely mural?
Si, his name was Alejandro Mendoza.
Three explorers: Alejandro Mendoza...
And he was...
A rock star!
Oh, you... you know my father's work?
That's surprising.
Yes, his greatest discovery
was a book of cures,
which has never since been found.
Oh, okay, I was thinking
of a different...
Alejandro Mendoza.
The... he's a guitarist.
- Oh...
- Have you heard of the band Slipknot?
Is that... okay, never mind.
Well, let's get you settled.
Please, follow me.
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
Oh, I'll get the bags,
honey, don't worry.
They just check into hotel.
Understood.
Come on, you gotta eat something.
I'm not hungry.
Okay.
This is so unfair.
I thought...
I thought we would grow old together.
And we will.
You don't know that.
That's why you stayed behind.
- Jane...
- You've never turned down
a field assignment in your life.
You wanted to be here in case I die.
Move over.
I want to be here
because I'm your husband first...
and I'm an agent second.
And we will find those stem cells.
And we will cure you.
I promise you.
I can't see.
And it's getting harder to move,
to... to breathe.
My body's forgetting
how to do everything.
And...
I'm... I'm scared, Kurt.
I know.
And... I am, too.
But it's gonna be okay.
I know it is. I know it is.
Oh, sorry about the mess.
We just brought down some
of my father's writings
from the attic.
I'll move them out.
Oh, no-no-no-no-no, don't...
don't bother, really.
It's not a problem.
Is this... Is this your dad?
- Mm-hmm.
- Uhh...
you said he... he discovered a book.
Was he an explorer of some sort?
Well, both my parents were.
There's my mother, Eva,
and my father, Alejandro,
in 1945, the year they met.
'Til '55, when they had me,
all they did was travel
Peru, gathering artifacts.
Wow, they must have found
some amazing things.
They did, but they hid a lot of them.
They felt a duty to protect
our sacred objects
from visitors, archeologists,
thieves, stealing in the
name of scholarship.
Bastards.
Yeah... anyway,
I'll give you some couples' time.
- Oh, yes.
- Thank you.
Yeah.
We hit the motherlode.
We are in Alejandro Mendoza's study.
This place could be crawling with clues.
His writing!
I don't know, I feel guilty.
- What? Why?
- We just lied
to a perfectly nice woman,
and we're planning to do the very thing
the Mendozas strove to prevent: looting!
For Jane. We're looting for Jane.
That's different. Is it?
Okay, look, after we get the stem cells,
from Ken, we can heist
the Book of Secrets
back from him, okay?
Okay, okay, okay.
And then... And then, you know,
return it to the people of Peru?
Yeah, or, you know,
sell it on the dark web.
What is the matter with you?
I thought we were brainstorming, okay?
There's no bad ideas in brainstorming.
Just...
wait a second.
Uh, the mosaic on this weather station
matches the serpent mural
downstairs and the etchings
on the cathedral.
Is that a coincidence?
None of its gauges are working.
Each is affixed to a set number.
Okay... 1-35-09-2.
Coordinates.
To a lookout point above Cusco.
Let's go.
Type faster, Madeline
will be back any minute.
Not helpful.
Haven't you finished yet?
I thought you were the best.
The best takes time.
You want fast, go to McDonalds.
Del Toro can do this. Just
give him a few minutes...
There. Done.
Well, yes. It appears you are.
The funds have just
dropped into my account.
Excellent work...
Boston Arliss Crab.
I don't appreciate being lied to.
I thought I made that clear.
It wasn't a lie. This is Del Toro.
Don't double down on this, Tasha.
I've confirmed his identity...
The man sitting before us
has consulted for the FBI,
and I think you knew that.
Yes, his name is Boston Arliss Crab.
But his name is also Del Toro.
He's a hacker, Madeline.
He has dozens of aliases.
I did my research.
He's the one who breached
NORAD's missile defense system
and caused the false nuclear
threat on New York.
I think that's evidence enough
to believe that he's severed
ties with the Bureau.
He's done jobs under
the handles O. Weimar,
- Z8, Lucy D, Esga...
- Hey-Hey-Hey! You wanna shut up?
Blowing all my covers was
not part of our deal.
You gonna give this bitch my
social security number next?
Excuse me? You think you're big time?
This whole job has felt
like amateur hour.
First, you insult me
with that stupid test...
I'll vet you as I see fit.
Madeline, I am so sorry
for the confusion.
And for his behavior.
"Madeline, I'm so sorry, Madeline."
Where's my apology?!
Huh?! Sweetie!
An adult is talking to you!
You know what, I don't
care how good he is,
I am taking him out right now.
No, no, we still need
him to down that plane,
even if he is a whiny little...
A whiny little what?
You know, you're either
very brave or very stupid.
Why can't he be both?
And you're clearly very
good at what you do.
And I'm sorry if this job has been
trying on your delicate constitution.
But it isn't over yet.
Now, I have a few things to attend to.
You two wait here for
further instructions.
Is that acceptable to you, Mr. Del Toro?
Yeah, yeah, I just needed to be heard.
Okay, well, here we are at the corner of
a magnificent view and
a humongous Jesus.
- Rich.
- What?
- The power of Christ compelled me.
- Okay, let's...
split up, keep our
eyes peeled for clues.
Okay.
Aha! I found something! I win!
Ha! It's the exact outline
of the weather station
in Alejandro's study.
My thoughts exactly.
That's why I married you.
It's a hidey-hole.
- It's empty.
- What?
How is that even possible?
Somebody got to it before us?
No. After all this...
all we get is a hole in the wall?
Without that book,
we don't get the stem cells,
and without the stem cells,
Jane is gonna...
Wait a minute. Look at these carvings.
These are etchings of zeros and ones,
like this brick is trying
to guide us to a computer.
How is that even possible?
Alejandro and Eva
- made this clue trail in the '40s.
- Mm-hmm.
Wait, what is this?
It's letters. "RB 4 RB."
Rare... Book... for... Roast Beef.
- I got nothing.
- No.
How about Roman Briggs for Remi Briggs?
- Roman must have gotten here first.
- Of course!
He took the clue to
ensure that we would be
the only ones to find
the Book of Secrets!
Okay. So, the zeroes and
ones, the initials...
those are hints that he added.
Maybe this does point us to a computer.
- The cache.
- The cache.
Okay, okay. So, on Roman's first cache,
there was a file on there
that I never could open.
The file's name was "Full Circle."
Okay, we found the file. Now what?
Try the coordinates for where we are
as the password. 1-3-5-0-9...
Say that again? 9, what?
9-2-4-9...
7-1-9...
7-8-3-3-1.
The reception's pretty bad here.
We'll call you back from a landline.
Secondary authentication required.
Seriously, Roman?
It seems like some kind
of pictorial puzzle.
Start running these pictures
against the tattoo database.
- I'll loop in Weller.
- Yeah.
Oh. Uh, have you heard
back from Zapata at all?
- Still nothing.
- All right.
Roman left us a clue on the cache.
It's password protected.
What's the clue?
It's a picture puzzle.
Huh. Perfect clue for a blind woman.
Describe it to me.
It's some sort of antelope
in front of a shield.
It's... You know, it
could be a coat of arms.
- You're sure it's an antelope?
- No.
I mean, it could be a deer.
No, it's... It's not a deer.
- It's a springbok.
- A spring what?
It's a gazelle found in South Africa.
And it's not a shield.
It's the South African seal.
Roman's describing his coin.
Our coin, the one that we used to trade
back and forth to make
each other feel better
when we were kids at the orphanage.
I got you something.
I think I know the password.
Okay. Try "I got you something."
"I got you something"?
It worked.
That one's labeled "map." Open it.
What's this even
supposed to be a map of?
A compass rose and a
bunch of scattered dots?
Maybe the note explains it?
It's for Jane.
"In the event of my death..."
It's from Roman.
"Hey, Sis. I got you something.
I never solved this one. I hope you can.
I did my best. May you outlive this...
for the both of us.
Your brother, always, Roman."
So, Roman never cracked the map,
and he had months to decode it.
Yeah, but he never had
Patterson or Rich.
He designed those caches.
He was more than capable.
If he couldn't solve it, we never will.
Not before it's too late to matter.
All right, Reade is sending over a scan
of Roman's uncrackable dot map.
Supposedly uncrackable.
Let me take a look at it.
Oh, yeah, that's just
a bunch of nothing.
You know, are we even
sure this is a map?
I mean, Roman never cracked this one,
so maybe he started with
a faulty assumption.
Or maybe he didn't have
all the information
he needed to solve it.
We just brought down some of
my father's writings from the attic.
Alejandro's old notes!
Roman never got to look at them.
You know, I know that we're
not technically married
and you're not really my type,
but every time we do this thing
where we finish each other's sentences,
I get a little turned on.
You are completely alone in that.
Look at the compass
rose. It's identical.
It's a map of Machu Picchu.
Ay dios mio! Alejandro,
why would you hide the Book of Secrets
in the most heavily
touristed area in Peru?
It's not exactly a secure location.
No, you're looking at it all wrong.
In the late '40s, excavation was over.
Archeologists had already
moved on to other sites.
If Alejandro and Eva wanted to hide it
someplace no one would look...
They'd have to put it somewhere
that had already been plundered.
We have a train to catch.
Okay, look, there's an
"X" on both maps...
one here and another one here.
Yeah, "but X never,
ever marks the spot."
What are you doing?
Why are you talking like that?
You've never seen Indiana Jones?
- That's your Indy?
- Yes, that's my Indy.
Are you kidding me? It's pitch perfect.
- No it's not.
- How dare you!
Who are you, Rich Little? Do yours.
Okay, listen, you're distracting me.
We have two maps with two endpoints.
Let's split up and
explore simultaneously.
Eh, unless they're not endpoints.
Alejandro used to explore with Eva.
What if they're starting points?
And they're meant to meet in the middle.
Like Lady and the Tramp.
Okay, all right. We gotta
each get to our Xs.
I'll give the signal. We gotta start
at the same time at the same pace.
We'll start with the left
foot. Ready? Three, two...
Okay, uh, or we could use math.
I will calculate the midpoint. Yep.
I guess we could do that too.
All right. This is the midpoint.
"On this spot on April 23, 1920,
"what was believed to be
"an Incan telescope dating back
to 1451 was discovered."
Suck on that, NASA.
The clue is telling us
to look to the stars.
So we gotta hide out in the gift shop
until nightfall?
No, we don't have to wait for nightfall.
My Dad and I created an app
that tells you which
stars would be visible
on any given date, so if we enter
April 23, 1920,
allow the app to give us access
to our location...
There we go.
Urcuchillay.
Am I chilly? No, I'm not
chilly. Do you need my coat?
It's Urcuchillay,
the llama-shaped god of Incan herdsman.
In fact, as we were coming down here,
I swear I saw a llama conopas
by the ruins of the
slaughterhouse. What's a conopas?
It's a stone figure usually placed
by the final resting place of an animal.
- Research!
- Okay, okay!
Okay. So, the sacrificial altar
would traditionally be placed
in the center of the space.
There! Remains of where it was.
Okay. Great.
I'm about to do something
incredibly illegal.
Whoa! You brought a shovel?
It's called a trowel.
I also have a whisk broom. Excuse me.
Make it quick.
- I found something!
- Hurry.
- Hurry, please.
- It's a box!
We have a box!
The Book of Secrets.
We did it.
We're gonna save Jane.
It's all here.
All the great cures.
All of nature's answers.
"Dried plums for rigid bowels."
That's not exactly life shattering.
Well, none of these
are. I told you this.
It's a bunch of herbal remedies.
All that matters is that Ken wants them.
Okay.
- Okay. Okay.
- Right.
Let's call Kurt, let's get our bags,
and let's hop on the next flight!
Okay. Last one down to the
bottom of the mountain...
See ya! Hey, I gotta grab my trowel!
Reade sent an update.
He says the team's close.
You're not just saying that?
Would I lie to you?
Mmm. I wish I could see you...
one last time.
That sexy crooked smile.
Hmm.
My smile's not that crooked.
Kurt.
I love you.
You know that, right?
Don't say it like that.
Like what?
Like it's the last time.
I love you and I always will.
I love you too.
Why don't you...
Why don't you rest, all right?
Sweet dreams, baby.
I'll be back in a second.
This is Kurt Weller from the
New York Office of the FBI.
I want to talk to Ken Lee. It's urgent.
Mr. Lee has stepped out for the day.
I'll let him know that you called.
Supposedly, he hasn't
left his place in years.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
Thank you for doing the legwork.
I'll take El Libro now or
you'll pay with your lives.
We had a deal. Slide it over.
Are you sure? That seems kind of
disrespectful, doesn't it?
Plus, it's pretty old. I don't know
if sliding's the best move for...
Okay. Sliding.
- Please.
- Get down.
Our friend is dying! I said, get down!
Mr. Lee has stepped out for the day.
I'll let him know that you called.
I just tried Ken Lee. I was
told that he wasn't at home.
Find Ken Lee right now!
Tracking his cell.
What's he doing in Peru?
He's double-crossing us.
He has no intention of
trading the stem cells
for the Book of Secrets.
He's just using Rich and Patterson
to find it for him.
Call the Peruvian National Police.
I'll get in touch with
Rich and Patterson.
It's time for a new plan!
So, now that the trade is off the table,
we have a new deal for you.
We can get you out of here.
Unless you want to spend
time in a Peruvian prison.
I'm pretty sure they don't
have any hand sanitizer,
although shaking hands
- might be the least of your problems.
- Yeah.
And as a hypochondriac...
- I'm not a hypochondri...
- Please!
You eat freeze-dried food
in a hermetically sealed oxygen tent.
How long do you think you're gonna last
on a dirty concrete floor?
What do you want?
What we always wanted.
You give us the Stanton cells,
we can get you back stateside
and on indefinite house arrest
with your beloved Quartz crystals.
What about El Libro?
Can we please just stick to calling it
The Book of Secrets? A
little respect, please.
That's what it's called. The Book is
going back to its rightful place,
Peru's National Museum of Archaeology,
Anthropology and History.
After I photocopy the pages, of course.
You have a deal.
Call your minions. Have them deliver
the cells to Sinai Hospital, stat.
- Hey! Where's Jane?
- How'd it go?
- Uh, ask her yourself.
- Oh!
Oh, hey.
Apparently, this
hospital doesn't believe
in a "recovery period"
and they've got me
doing laps in the hall already.
That's... That's great.
You gotta use it or lose it, right?
I guess.
The stem cell treatment,
it couldn't have gone better.
Yeah. I'm gonna be fine,
thanks to you two.
Oh, hey.
Uh, technically,
it's thanks to the Book of Secrets.
You know, that's the whole reason
that your life got saved here,
which is really trivial to
me, if you think about it.
I mean, I know that we all know
the Book of Secrets was my obsession.
I brought it to you guys.
But, hey, really, if
Doubtful Delilah over here
hadn't questioned me
every step of the way...
Oh, come on! Stem cells
saved Jane's life!
There's a difference between actual
- and proximate cause.
- Ooh, look at you with the legalese.
Judge Judy over here.
All right. You guys can
duke this out later.
Why don't we let Jane rest,
even if it's against hospital policy?
Good call.
Seriously, thank you.
Yeah.
Hey, I was thinking...
Saving Jane's life,
that could qualify me for,
like, a promotion, right?
Or at least a nominal office upgrade?
Or how about another assignment?
I need you to find Zapata and Boston.
Is Boston's mission not
going as well as mine?
- Ours?
- Possibly.
I don't know for sure.
They haven't checked in.
- What do you mean? Like, at all?
- No.
I'm afraid to call them
and blow their cover.
We can trace their cells.
Afreen's been trying.
No offense to Afreen, but she's no us.
We'll find them.
How much longer is this gonna take?
We've been here all night.
Relax, Tasha. Time to move
to the second location.
Uh, second location?
I thought the plan was for me
to take Del Toro to the safe house,
monitor him, and then you'd
let me know when you were ready.
I'm ready.
Now give me your phones.
This isn't what I signed on for.
Know your place! I've endured
one of your tantrums.
I won't have another one,
and I'd hate to complain
to your friends in the cartel.
Where are we going?
Someplace invisible,
where the man of a thousand names
can complete the hack of a lifetime.
Now, give me your phone. We can't risk
having anyone trace our whereabouts.
He's gonna hack today?
Is that a problem?
It's just that he hasn't slept.
I'm done waiting, Tasha.
By tonight, we will have orchestrated
the most devastating crash
in airline history.