Blindspot

- What are you doing? -

Oh, Nick, you scared me.

- I thought you'd gone home. - Forgot my keys.

What are you doing in here so late, Ginny?

Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?

I'm sorry. I'll leave.

Immediately.

I'm sorry.

- - Whoa! Tasha, it's me!

Sorry.

Guess I'm wound a little tight.

You guess?

Dominic just buried Jane alive and got away.

There's gotta be something here that points to where he might be.

No one expects you to find him on your own.

Morning!

Hey, Tasha. Here's the bagels you wanted.

You weren't still here working at 4 a.m.

when you texted us about craving bagels, were you?

All right,

a little breakfast with the whole team in the conference room.

That's... Hey, what happened to you?

Nothing happened to me.

Excuse me, did you mess with my system?

What? No.

Oh, I am trying to add a VR component

to the Tattoo Squad board game.

Hey, doesn't what's-her-face look a little peaked to you?

I have been sifting...

through every file we have on HCI Global,

looking for any hint of where Dominic might be.

All right?

Tasha... we all wanna catch him.

But you gotta take care of yourself, too.

Look, why don't you go home and get some reset.

Right now, home is a cheap motel in Newark.

I gave up my apartment when I went deep cover.

I know you don't need a key to get into my place, but take these.

I'm not taking no for an answer, Tasha.

Get some sleep.

Thank you.

Still no lead on the person

that accessed the Sandstorm bunker where we found all this.

Shepherd's last game.

You know, I don't know if all this was meant to...

haunt me or help me,

but, honestly...

it's been kind of freeing.

I used to think of Remi as this boogey-woman, but...

she's part of me.

- You really believe that? - Yeah.

Yeah, you know, I'm able to connect to parts of my past

that aren't just triggering trauma.

Oh. So, what category does this poetry that you wrote fall into?

- Don't. Give that to me. - No.

Don't...

"Encroaching darkness.

"A looming flock of ravens.

"My hand on a cold window.

"I look at the world, trapped.

The dark of night is my haven..."

- Oh, stop! - What?

Who didn't have a Gothic phase as a kid?

- Uh... Okay? - Except for you.

Yeah. All right.

Uh, that's Patterson.

So we can get back to your flock of ravens.

Yeah, we can follow them into the haven of darkness.

So, bad news, Jane has a deadly poison

called tetrodotoxin on her body.

- Wait, what? - No.

No-no-no-no-no! I-It's not in her body.

It is on her body. It is a tattoo we solved.

I said "on her body." Why would that be grammatically confusing for anybody?

Wait, that's a super-dangerous type of food poisoning, right?

Like E.coli or salmonella?

Okay, I guess we're not here because a few people had a bad burrito.

TTX is a rare but deadly marine bacteria.

It is found in the guts of the absolutely scrumptious

fugu pufferfish... which, if you've never had it,

it's like Russian roulette on a plate.

It's a wild ride. Also, there's no cure.

Just a single drop could kill in minutes.

And my system has been flagging every reported case,

but none of it has seemed out of the ordinary,

until now.

There have been 26 this morning.

So far, half of the victims have died.

Any word from the CDC?

A few, yeah... all of which are

the "wear brown pants" level of terrifying.

None of these victims consumed seafood.

These poisonings are not typical or natural.

Were the victims targeted? Are they connected in any way?

No, aside form ingesting the toxin.

So someone's messing with New York City's food supply.

This is an attack.

So we need to find the source of this TTX and stop it now.

Patterson, Rich, you guys work with CDC,

see if you can find where this is coming from.

Weller, Jane, coordinate with NYPD.

I'm gonna contact the mayor's office and let them know

this could be something big.

Copy that.

I got an update from the CDC.

All of the victims had one food in common

that they consumed in the last 12 hours.

Cucumis melo.

A.k.a., cantaloupe.

People are dying from eating cantaloupe?

We put out a recall, but it's too late

for anyone who's already ingested it.

How does poison from a fish get into produce?

We don't know the how, but we were able to track the where.

All of the contaminated melons

traced back to a research farm outside Quaker Hill.

We sent out a team to secure the property,

and the good news is only one of the enclosures

grew cantaloupe... Greenhouse 18.

But whoever's renting the property

is hiding behind shell companies.

We were able to use qwerty sorcery

to establish that the receipts came from

a building in Ozone Park.

So this incident of intentional food poisoning

might just be the tip of the iceberg.

And who knows what other deadly toxins

they may be experimenting with.

All right, Rich send us the address. Patterson, you're gonna come with us.

If it's as dangerous as you say it is,

we're gonna need your scientific expertise.

Okay.

We gotta take these guys down

before anyone else gets killed.

FBI! Show me your hands!

Don't move. Don't move.

Honey...

What's goin' on?

Dad?

The facility we raided is called Spelta Research Lab.

They're privately funded by Worldwide Science Innovation.

And Bill Nye is one of their lead consultants.

Why didn't you tell me the criminals are your family?

I could have recommended a fantastic support group.

My dad wouldn't even let me kill spiders as a kid.

There's no way he poisoned innocent people with TTX.

I agree.

Bill Nye is an American hero.

No, I know a secret bad guy when I see one.

Bill Nye is about as bad as they come.

That bowtie doesn't fool me one bit.

Did you know your dad was working for Spelta?

No! He has so many jobs.

I mean, he consults at so many different places.

But why would he keep his work with the lab a secret

unless there was something nefarious about it?

Because these labs are covered by major NDAs.

So even if he wanted to,

he couldn't have told Patterson.

This feels like Roman's doing.

He designed certain tattoos to create rifts within the team.

Regardless, we still have to treat Bill like any other suspect.

Let me talk to him.

I'm sure there's an explanation for this.

All right, I'll come with you.

I mean, a familiar face might help things.

You mean like his daughter's?

Y-Yeah.

Patterson, you and Rich talk to Bill, see what you can find out.

And I want you two to go through the Sandstorm evidence Shepherd left us.

We have to figure out why she sent us there

and what this mystery man has to do with it.

Okay. All right.

Hey...

- Hey. - Whoa.

Dad, I can't hug you right now.

- Gotta work. - Sorry.

It's just good to see you.

Maybe I should get arrested more often.

Do you understand how serious this is?

Science Guy by day, Poison Guy by night.

It's a brilliant cover.

So tell us, how'd ya do it?

I didn't poison anybody.

Dad... I want to believe you.

But you taught me to trust the evidence,

and right now, everything is pointing at you.

You've been secretly consulting at a lab

that rents the greenhouse that grew modified poison cantaloupe.

This is preposterous.

I've worked alongside Bill for three years.

He is innocent... and I am willing

to testify on his behalf in court.

I'm sorry, who are you supposed to be?

This is Ginny Kelling, my research assistant.

The Luke to my Yoda.

Okay, that's... great.

Ginny's great.

But how did... how did this happen?

How is the lab that you're working with