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Reade?

Reade?

What the hell happened?

I didn't do it. I was in the basement,

I heard a noise, I came up here,

and I found him like this.

- We gotta call this in. - No-no-no, don't.

You and Jones have a history.

You were harassing him, you broke into his house.

- I didn't kill him. - You are standing

over his dead body

with gloves on your hands and blood on your shoes.

Innocent people have gone to jail for a lot less.

It's the neighborhood security.

We gotta get out of here.

Did you touch anything?

- I-I don't think so. - Did you move anything?

No.

Wait, Zapata!

This is crazy. We're the FBI.

That's gotta count for something.

I'm your friend. I believe you.

Ask yourself if anybody else will.

The tape!

I left it in the VCR.

No! The security guards are in the house.

What tape?

What were you doing at Jones's?

I was looking for... I needed proof of the abuse.

I found all these tapes with kids' names on 'em.

And they just looked like old practice tape,

but they were hidden.

One of 'em had my name on it.

Did you watch it?

No, I-I wanted to, but I couldn't, I...

I heard a loud noise upstairs,

the killer must've run off when he heard me coming.

And now there's a tape with your name on it in the VCR.

NYPD finds it, they'll start looking at you,

they'll find out you were in the house.

The tape wouldn't have mattered

if you were never there, but you were there.

Super-cool encryption.

Picture the digital equivalent of laminar flow.

Patterson, Douglas Winter's responsible

for the biggest intel leak in U.S. history.

He's evaded capture for three years.

Can we get to the part where we catch him?

The black hole image isn't just one entity.

It unravels into massive amounts of text.

In this case, thousands of e-mails from Douglas Winter's account.

Could it be another intelligence leak?

I thought so too, at first,

but these e-mails were junk, literally spam.

And it didn't make any sense until I found

the needle in the needlestack...

A coded message addressed to Krysta Massey,

Winter's girlfriend.

Or, ex-girlfriend now. I don't know

if they're doing the whole long-distance thing.

It's Bulgarian.

"My fair darling.

"Winter's come to the grand hotel.

Love, Maria."

Yes, that's right. I think Winter

wanted his girlfriend to come to Bulgaria and meet him at the Grand Hotel Maria.

Our agents questioned Massey.

She claims she never received the file,

and she hasn't left the States since Winter went AWOL.

So, his message must have been intercepted.

By Mayfair.

She left us the Daylight file,

the Orion file, and this.

She's trying to find Winter.

Well, either way, we need to get to that hotel.

I'm gonna get the plane ready for us.

Get an FBI attaché on that hotel before we arrive.

Someone discreet,

and this stays off the books.

On it.

It's Roman.

He's calling me in.

You'll have to go.

I should go with you, it's... it's Mayfair's file.

Jane, look...

we need to know Sandstorm's endgame, okay?

And we are running out of time.

We'll handle Winter, you keep working on Roman.

I've hit a wall. He doesn't fully trust me.

He wants you to be Remi.

He followed you once, so make him follow you again.

Before it's too late.

We've gotta get rid of these clothes.

Who knows what we came into contact with?

Why is there a knife missing?

It broke, I threw it away.

You never replaced it?

I eat takeout, Zapata,

what do I need 13 knives for?

I know how we can get that tape back.

We go in as FBI.

And what, we just show up following up a tattoo case?

You have a better idea?

- Yeah, the truth. - No!

We can do this.

NYPD's gonna start upstairs with the body,

They got no reason to look in the VCR.

We can put the tape back in the closet before anybody notices it's missing.

We just have to wait until they make it an official crime scene.

What do we do until then?

Burn our clothes, get some sleep,

go to work like everything's normal.

Roman'll be right in.

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It was the last thing our parents gave us.

The only thing we have left.

We used to give it to each other at the orphanage.

Birthdays and special occasions.

Whenever one of us was feeling scared or sad.

The guards let us keep it?

They didn't know we had it.

Old habits die hard.

It's a puzzle box.

You gave it to me just before your memory went.

Wh-What's in it?

I don't know. I couldn't open it.

I was hoping you could.

Get some sleep.

Tomorrow we're heading to Bradley Dynamics.

- Another mission? - The mission.

The one Jeffrey Kantor was supposed to do.

I covered for you once. I won't do it again.

I need my sister back.

The microchip is really that important?

Once we have it, the rest is all timing.

This chip is the final piece to Shepherd's plan.

It's the beginning of the end.

_

Sure you packed enough stuff, hmm?

Well, we are supposed to be tourists.

Yes, well...

you certainly look like one.

Nobody else knows we're here, right?

Just Caruso, our agent on the ground, why?

So, who's that behind us?

Aviators, khakis. Definitely American.

Let's find out, shall we?

Okay, easy, tough guy.

I'm a company man.

So, prove it. Slowly.

Jake Keaton, CIA.

I believe you knew my predecessor, Tom Carter.

What's the new Deputy Director of the CIA doing in Bulgaria?

Same thing as the Assistant Director of the FBI

and whatever your fake title is over at the NSA.

We've been keeping tabs on Winter's girlfriend.

Your people question her, and then you suddenly

jump on a plane to Bulgaria?

I put two and two together.

So, here's just a little friendly heads up.

I'm not leaving without Douglas Winter.

Neither are we.

I guess it's game on.

Hey, thanks for being cool about this.

Cool is my default setting.

I just feel like every time we make fun weekend plans,

something blows up and I have to be on call.

I don't care what we do as long as we're together.

But I was thinking, if you're finished swinging at me,

maybe we could just work on some holds.

Yeah...

Cool is definitely not your default setting.

_

Oh, okay, uh... this is a tattoo thing.

I need to take this. But hold that thought.

See what I did?

I'll be right back.

Okay.

- Hey, thanks for coming in. - What's up?

I got an alert. Coach Jones is dead.

NYPD just logged it as a murder investigation.

- What? - We exposed decades of abuse.

This guy's gotta have a lot of enemies.

- I figured... - We should check it out.

At least have NYPD keep us in the loop on the investigation.

- Yeah. - Thanks.

We're stealing a state-of-the-art prototype

locked in a secure vault at Bradley Dynamics.

How do we get in without Kantor?

Occupational Safety and Health Administration.

I backstopped our IDs and set a meeting with Tom Nelson.

Tom has access to the secure zone.

And a severe peanut allergy.

So, we steal Tom's access badge and send him into anaphylactic shock.

We slip into the secure zone and head to the R&D lab

where the chip's being held,

but what Tom doesn't have access to is the vault.

That's where this comes in.

I'm guessing that's not a smartphone.

It's a code breaker. Digital brute force.