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I know that we have to make a decision.

I'm just saying we don't have to make it yet.

But I'm saying they should be back by now.

They all left at the same time. Where are they?

I don't know what to tell you.

Jane.

Thank God you're okay.

Wait, are you okay?

I'm fine.

I, uh, I got shot, but it's just a graze.

You got shot?

So where's Weller?

The Dabbur Zann took him.

They drove off in a black SUV.

Where?

Right there.

They were heading south, but that's all I know.

Look, use the, uh, the time and location

of where it was taken to establish a search radius.

Spiral out from the center... steal security feeds,

traffic cam footage.

They're gonna use him to try to find the rest of us.

You seriously think he's gonna give us up

to Madeline and the Dabbur Zann?

This is Weller that we're talking about.

No, no, I'm worried

that they'll realize he never will.

So where the hell is he?

Tell the others to get going.

We'll catch up.

And the plan moves forward.

Nothing stops after yesterday's little wrinkle.

So you're the great Kurt Weller.

I take it that you're Ivy Sands,

Dabbur Zann terrorist,

current lapdog for Madeline Burke.

Why don't we skip to my favorite part?

Where you ask me where my team is,

I tell you to go to hell.

'Cause I'm never gonna give 'em up.

Do you know what my favorite part is?

That you really believe that.

I can't believe this.

So far this SUV has avoided every camera

that we have managed to hack into.

I'm so sick of not having my actual lab.

Okay, so what's next?

There's no next.

We've lost him, at least for now.

All we can do is change where we are.

I know that Weller is strong,

but he is still human.

If they manage to get anything out of him,

we are sitting ducks down here.

We need to abandon the bunker, now.

There's gonna be a problem with that.

Jane!

This is not a graze.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Look, Kurt's the priority. We have to get him back...

No, no, no, no, no. You're the priority, okay?

There's no exit wound, but with this much blood,

the bullet must be pushing up against something,

an artery or an organ.

We gotta get her to a hospital

or at least a very shady veterinarian.

No, no, I can't...

...risk me or anyone else getting caught right now.

We're doing the surgery here.

I'm sorry, surgery?

Okay, let's prep.

We don't have much time.

I've got all the time in the world.

Maybe. But your wife doesn't.

One of my people tagged her in the firefight.

But you used to be law enforcement.

You know how nasty gunshot wounds can be.

A lot of different ways to die from them.

Fast... or slow.

Nice try.

What do you think the chances are that...

Jane will let them take her to a hospital

while her husband's missing and his life's in danger?

It's kinda my thinking.

Tell me where your team is and I'll make sure

Jane gets the best medical attention

the American prison system can buy.

But the clock is ticking.

Okay, can we just acknowledge how crazy it is

that we're operating on Jane, like cuckoo bananas crazy?

But we still have to do it.

She's too far gone to move,

and even if we could, you heard her,

she's not going anywhere until we find Weller.

It's a good thing I erred on the side of more-is-more

when I got these medical supplies.

Uh, gauze?

More gauze, come on!

Hey, what about blood?

Don't we need blood? I mean, Jane's lost a lot already,

and she's probably gonna lose a hell of a lot more

- if we go through with this. - Hey, it is fine.

- We've got it covered. - What is going on here?

I'm the level-headed one all of a sudden,

and now you're the loose cannon?

I don't like this dynamic shift.

I don't like it one bit.

What is this? What is this?

Oh... kay.

I don't suppose it would do any good

telling you that torture doesn't work?

That depends on your goal.

If you're trying to make your subject feel

as much pain as possible,

I find it to be quite effective.

Yeah, pulling out your fingernails one by one

may not make you tell us where they are, but...

It will make you scream.

But maybe you're right.

I am dealing with a professional.

Maybe we can skip the theatrics.

You know, the FBI built you to be unbreakable.

My job is to unbuild you.

Oh, this.

This is a...

Combination of sodium thiopental, sodium amytal,

and a cocktail of heavy psychotropics.

It's designed to dismantle your defenses,

take apart your armor, and uh,

expose what's underneath.

And do you know what's always underneath?

Hmm?

Fear.

You know, today you and I are gonna learn

who Kurt Weller really is.

I don't know, something tells me

you're not gonna like the answer very much.

So this is your plan?

Inject me with some hallucinogenic truth serum

and wait for me to cave?

You can give me all the drugs you want.

I'm not gonna give up my people.

It's funny.

You talk about this team you're protecting

like they're your family.

I almost forgot you have a family.

Bethany.

Must be hard being away from your daughter.

Of course, her mother Allie seems competent enough, but uh...

There's only so much you can control.

You know, I just hope the little one's okay.

She's in the hospital with an infection.

That's all the information that we have right now.

What'd you do to her?

If my daughter doesn't come out of that hospital...

What? What will you do?

Besides regret every choice you've made

since she was born, hmm?

A real father would be there for his child.

Relax.

I'm just monitoring her.

For now.

The rest is up to you.

I'll give you some time to think about that,

about who really deserves your protection.

She's lost a lot of blood.

This saline drip should help

maintain her blood pressure

until we can begin the transfusion.

I'm sorry, transfusion? From... from where?

Is there a Red Cross nearby I don't know about?

From Zapata. She and Jane have the same blood type.

We'll hook her up to give intravenously.

Great.

All right, let's get you prepped.

Um, no, no. That's not great.

We... can't do that.

Why not?

Because it's not hygienic, first of all.

I mean, sorry, no offense, Jane,

but these are not sanitary conditions.

We don't want to risk infection.

Also, you don't know Zapata's spiritual beliefs.

They might preclude her from being...

Hey, I don't know what's going on with you right now,

but you need to get it together.

We have to do this.

The average adult has nine to 11

pints of blood in their body.

Tasha can afford to safely donate 20% of that.

No, she can't, okay.

I can't tell you why, but no, she can't.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Jane's life is at stake.

I'm pregnant!

It's fine. It's probably fine.

But Jane needs the surgery right now, so let's just do it.

Rich is right.

It is extremely dangerous

for a pregnant woman to give blood.