Blindspot

Previously on "Blindspot..."

She can't remember who she is,

where she came from... nothing...

before she crawled out of that bag in Times Square.

Do you recognize her?

- No. - Then why is your name

tattooed on her back?

All of her tattoos are brand-new.

It's a treasure map.

Come again?

It's an address and today's date.

Chao's gonna blow up the Statue of Liberty.

It's a Navy SEAL tattoo.

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

Not if she was special ops.

Jane! Stop!

It's possible that something

familiar could trigger her memory.

None of this feels real.

Who is this woman?

She might be just the most important

resource we've ever had.

Everything just feels so out of control.

I don't remember who I am, who I was.

Whatever life I had is gone...

shattered into a million tiny pieces.

Sometimes it's hard to breathe.

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I have something I'd like to try.

It's called a Rorschach test,

and it's designed to analyze personality characteristics

and emotional functioning.

But with your amnesia,

my hope is that the ethereal nature

of the images might provoke another memory.

So, tell me what you see when you look at these.

Okay.

A spider web. Is that right?

There's no right or wrong.

Let's try another one, shall we?

You missed two.

Do it again.

A target.

Have they told you they think I might be a Navy SEAL?

They have, yes.

I only have one memory of training in the woods,

but didn't seem very official.

SEAL training is very... unconventional.

So, that actually makes sense.

Let's try another one, shall we?

Morning, sis.

Oh, damn it, did we wake you?

I got an apartment broker scheduled for tomorrow.

We'll be out of your hair in no time, I promise.

There's no rush, Sarah.

Huh, what is that supposed to be?

It's a pancake, all right?

Mm-hmm.

Morning, little buddy.

"Morning, Uncle Kurt."

- Morning. - Morning.

So, Dad called last night.

Just wanted to know if you were gonna go back

for Taylor's memorial this year.

No, I've got too much going on at work.

He shouldn't be going to that memorial either.

Makes people uncomfortable.

Yeah, well, that's their problem.

Yeah.

Look, just think about it, okay?

Yeah.

- Bye, buddy. - Bye.

What are we doing in here?

Your first memory was triggered by being active.

Maybe your muscles might remember something

your mind can't.

That's an M-4.

So, if you wanna fire that, you're going to...

...need to do...

Exactly that.

Step up.

Okay, let's try this.

Her body is covered in cryptic symbols,

map pieces, riddles.

Whoever did this to her has a very specific goal in mind.

And what that goal is remains a mystery.

I have my best people on it,

but this information is so varied and so dense,

it could take years to decode.

I noticed a scar on the back of her neck.

Yeah, that.

Got any idea how old that is?

Well, it's hard to tell with these things,

but it's definitely not recent.

- I don't wanna hurt you. - You won't.

Come on, hands up.

Here we go.

Start swinging.

Come on, come on.

All right?

Again.

We've captured hundreds of numeric sequences and phrases

from Jane's body in over two dozen languages,

and we're feeding them into a database

that I have designed that'll cross-reference them

with every information system that we have access to.

Like a Google alert for her tattoos.

Well... it's a little bit more sophisticated than that.

But, uh, yes, it's... it's like a Google alert.

What is it, Jane?

Did you remember something?

The hospital just called. Chao is dead.

Chao had a massive stroke at around midnight

just as he was getting out of surgery.

I'm not buying it. He was young, healthy.

He also got shot.

Get me the full autopsy.

He was the only link we had to whoever did this to me.

We'll find another one.

Wait... look at that.

All the doctors rushing into Chao's room,

and that one walking away.

Canvas the hospital... find me that doctor.

I did it!

What, you found him?

I... what? Who?

Sorry, you were in the middle of...

Well, I unlocked another tattoo.

So, as we scanned some of the numerical tattoos

into the database, one of them

just jumped out at me.

Right? Do you see that?

Okay, so, just pretend that we're not you.

Okay, the... the Chinese symbols behind Jane's ear.

The first clue that we decoded was an address...

399 White Street, Apartment Seven.

Okay?

Okay, so, look at this tattoo.

Starts with 399, has a bunch of letters

just jumbled up in between, and then it ends with seven.

Do you see that?

Who here knows what a Vigenere cipher is?

Put your hand down.

It's a polyalphabetic substitution code.

Yes, awesome.

A Vigenere cipher is a method of encrypting alphabetic text

based on the letters of a key word.

And unless you have the key word,

it is next to impossible to decode.

- So, what's the key word? - The words between

the two numbers on the original tattoo.

Exactly.

Use White Street Apartment as your key word,

and suddenly, the mess of letters in between

become "Major Arthur Gibson".

So, the first clue unlocks the second.

Crazy, right?

Who is this Gibson guy?

Okay, so, according to his service records,

Gibson flew F-22 missions over Iraq and Afghanistan,

earned a boatload of medals, including the Silver Star,

and then an injury sidelined his flying career

and he moved back stateside.

Took a desk job in Nevada before coming to work

for the Air Force in New York.

Now that Chao's dead and can't help me,

Gibson might know who I am, who did this to me.

We gotta go talk to him.

DMV records have him living in Brooklyn.

- Let's go. - I'm coming with you.

- Yes, you are. - She is?

You were dead against her going into the field yesterday.

I was wrong.

We don't know how the tattoos work yet.

She should be there.

It might help her trigger her memory.

And we all know she can handle herself.

Please, I can help figure this out.

Thank you. Let's go.

Major Gibson. It's the FBI.

Who sent you?

It's kind of a long story. Mind if we come in?

Hey, I don't know what they told you,

but I'm not talking.

I haven't said a thing.

"They"? Who's "they"? Do you recognize me?

Get off my property.

Well, he didn't get that Silver Star for his charm.

Can we get a warrant?

No.

Tattoos aren't probable cause.

Couldn't I just kick the door down?

I mean, it didn't look that heavy.

No, you can't, Jane. That's not how it works.

Building's not structurally sound, I can't let you in.

- Come on. - What happened?

The whole place was wired up to blow,

I've never seen anything like it.

He blew up his own house

while he was still in it? Why?