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Aiko's on the move, and she's bringing company.

Copy that. I'm in position.

Sorry.

[Patterson speaking purposely bad Japanese] Good day!

I would please like drink...

What kind of criminal wants to meet in a place

that confiscates guns?

You, apparently. Mm.

This was not my idea. If I had my way,

I'd be shacked up in a love hotel right now,

eating Hi-Chews off a freshly-waxed...

This is Yakuza neutral territory.

Aiko and her men will be unarmed too.

Yeah, well, what about those guys up there, huh?

House security, pistols only.

I don't like it. It's like the time we went

to Sho Ahktar's penthouse party "sans guns."

I think we all remember what happened there, am I right?

Oh, my God! You don't remember, do you?

Bits and pieces. But with the ZIP poisoning, I...

Great, I'm on a complicated off-books heist

with the guy from "Memento."

I remember the plan, Rich. It's not complicated.

First, Patterson plays tourist...

Smooth? Uh...

Oh, can I see that bottle, actually?

Getting the bartender to hand her a particular bottle

so she can attach a small electromagnetic listening device.

Then, Aiko Matsuo arrives to meet "Simon North,"

American businessman-turned- traitor played by you.

Aiko accepts the sword as payment for the CIA Noc list she thinks you're here for,

a list that she will retrieve from a super-secure safe,

and once she does, Patterson's EM device

will pick up the combination.

Once Aiko leaves, Reade creates a diversion,

giving Patterson time to re-open the safe

and grab what we really came here for,

Roman's fourth data cache.

Here.

Man, I know Roman had a few screws loose,

no disrespect to the dead, but hiding these things

in the most dangerous places in the world

is a real "screw you" from beyond the grave, you know?

These caches were like his back-up hard drive

in case something happened to him.

He needed them secure

so they didn't fall into the wrong hands.

Granted, but it's been three months since Roman died,

and getting them into the right hands is proving to be a real cluster-cuss.

Aiko's here.

They're unarmed. So far, so good.

Remember, you're Simon North, respectful businessman.

Don't blow this.

Simon, your Japanese is good.

Aiko, your English is better.

Before we complete our transaction,

may I suggest a friendly game of Go?

Why is she stalling?

Are you familiar with the rules?

Of Go? Intimately.

We don't want to miss your flight, Mr. North.

Don't worry. This'll be quick.

Yes. It will.

An unusual opening move.

Arigato. That was not a compliment.

You need to lose this game

and quickly.

Keep your mind on the mission, Rich.

Did you know, there are more potential moves in Go

than there are atoms in the galaxy?

The universe, actually.

Go is more complex than chess,

more nuanced than the finest Gewuürztraminer.

That's German wine. Exactly.

Which is why a computer

has never bested a true human master.

Well, that's not entirely accurate.

I don't like this.

Tank the game, and let's get out of here, Rich.

Come on. A machine has bested

a human master at Go. It was more of a beat-down,

if we're being semantically correct.

You see, a machine is only as good

as the man who programs it.

Or woman.

There are plenty of talented female programmers,

but this one happened to be a man,

and this man happened to be very, very good.

Rich DotCom.

Famously talented and famously arrogant

and currently losing to me at Go.

This is very not good.

Oh, I don't know what you think,

but my name is Simon, Simon North.

I'm the guy that brought you the sword.

I just wanted to betray my country.

That's not a crime, is it?

My apologies for the subterfuge.

You have many enemies here in Japan,

men willing to pay a large sum

to have you under their control.

I'm flattered?

You just had to play the game, didn't you?!

Hey, this is on you, all right?

I wanted my cover name to be Brutus.

I told you no one's buying me as a Simon.

Enough! I need your help! I didn't get the combination,

but I think I can use a mix of the bar's dry ice

with some of these alcohols to make a cryogenic fluid.

To freeze the lock! That's brilliant!

Yeah, but all of these labels are in Japanese.

So, what is a sideways smiley face with some quote marks?

Is that vodka or gin?

I don't know. Try it and find out.

Stay behind me. Gladly!

Hey, hey, okay. All right.

Oh, yeah, that's gin.

Oh!

Okay, that is definitely in my top five

sexiest all-time rooftop swordfights.

Oh, no.

What? She's got two swords?

That doesn't seem fair.

Patterson, how long 'til you crack it?

Close... ish.

He's reloading.

Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, come on. The local police is on their way.

Come on, come on.

All right, give that to me.

I'm in! Grab it! Let's go!

Got it!

You know what? It seems like you got this.

I don't want to... Too many cooks, et cetera.

Hah!

Eh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Take my life. Let me die in combat.

No can do, Matsuo-san.

See, we're FBI. We don't just randomly

execute people for no reason.

O...

kay, I guess sometimes we do.

Jeez.Hey.

We gotta go, unless we wanna end up

in a Japanese black site.

Chopper's almost here.

Jane, are you okay?

Never better.

You're back.

We got in early.

Not early enough.

Come here.

I missed you.

I know. I got your texts.

Too much?

Way too much.

What? Hey, you're not wearing your brace.

No. The physical therapist said that I could go without it.

Hey, look. I went for a drive this morning.

You drove? On your own? Kurt...

Jane, I'm fine. Really.

You were shot. You were in a coma for over a week.

The doctor said to take it slow.

Come on. You just got home.

I'm feeling better. Avery's off to Brown.

Surely I don't have to take it that slow.

You're bad, and I have to change for work.

Rain check? Rain check.

Psst! Patty Cakes! Hey, keep this on the DL,

but I'm running a little interoffice pool to predict

who the new FBI Director is going to be.

They're finally picking someone?

God, it took 'em long enough.

Yeah, well, it's a $50 buy-in.

Favorite gets six-to-one, or if you're feeling saucy

and want to bet on me, it's 3,000-to-one,

so do the math. What've we got?

Uh, Roman's dongle is legit.

Love it when you talk dirty.

Since Roman died three months ago,

we've been able to track down four of these.

And the bad news is, there's still eight out there?

No, that's just a fun fact at this point.

The bad news is that, once again,

all the files on Roman's cache are encrypted.

What is with your family and puzzles?

I'm guessing this cache has similar intel to the others?

More research on my ZIP poisoning?

More tattoo ciphers?

Yeah, I think that's a pretty safe bet.

Okay, well, then, let's get on decrypting it

so we can find the rest of 'em and take down HCI Global.

Can we not... I mean, Hank Crawford is dead, right?

Like, all the way dead? I mean, what if we just ease back

on the whole HCI Global fetish and focus on this?

The world's most dangerous company is still operational.

We have to assume that their plans for world domination are still a go.