Blindspot

- You know whose bag this is? - No clue.

Ma'am, do you know whose bag this is?

Excuse me, is this yours?

MAN". No signs of radiation.

Commencing manual inspection.

Nothing anomalous on the exterior.

Okay, I'm gonna feel for wires, see what we're dealing with here.

Ah!

There's something in there!

Turn around!

On your knees, hands on your head!

Turn around, on your knees, hands on your head, now!

Are you guys seeing this?

MAN 1". Approaching suspect's residence.

Be advised, known suspect is armed.

-(MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO) -(WOMEN SOBBING)

Stop it, you hear? What's all that crying?

And you, shut up, all right? I need quiet!

I told y'all, I want you to behave.

Single tango. He's pacing.

Three hostages.

What's that? A cat or a dog?

- That's a baby. -(WAILING)

- I can't think! - Quiet, baby.

Don't let that baby cry in here, you understand?

- No. No, no. - Get up against the wall, I said!

- Let's move, now. - Wait, wait, wait.

I don't like our odds on those stairs. This could go sideways real quick.

How many door charges you got?

Get them out.

I just need quiet!

Help me! Somebody, help!

Come on. Come on.

Turn over. Turn over!

- I think my leg broke! - Shut up.

Or I'll break more than your leg.

Agent Weller, we've had a critical incident in Times Square.

You're needed in New York, right away. Let's go.

She's still pretty out of it, almost certainly drugged.

Bruising and restraint marks on her wrists and ankles.

- Director Mayfair. - Doctor Borden,

this is Supervisory Special Agent Kurt Weller.

Oh, you're... Wow.

- What have you got? - We got the tox screen back.

And you are not gonna believe this.

Are you familiar with the PKMzeta inhibitor,

-commonly known as ZIP? - Doctor, you and I have

very different ideas of what commonly means.

Zeta Interacting Protein.

It's an experimental drug being tested with PTSD sufferers.

Rape victims, soldiers who've seen combat.

I mean, used sparingly, it can erase selective memories.

And you found traces in our girl?

No, not traces.

Her whole system is flooded with it. I've never seen anything like it before.

It's created a chemically induced state of permanent amnesia.

She can't remember who she is, where she came from, nothing,

before she crawled out of that bag in Times Square.

So, what has this got to do with me?

Do you recognize her?

No.

I've never seen that woman before in my life.

Then why is your name tattooed on her back?

Who is Jane Doe? And why was she dropped into Times Square for us to find?

And why the hell is my name tattooed on her back?

All right, Reade, Zapata, you're on my case histories.

And you find out if anyone that I put away got out of prison recently.

I don't recall any similar MOs, but I could be missing something.

As for this Jane Doe,

let's try and squeeze some blood out of that stone.

Her narrative memory has been obliterated,

but her procedural memory still seems to be intact.

So, she can walk, talk, understand the world?

Yeah, conceptually it all seems to be there,

but the specifics are cloudy.

For instance, she knows what music is, but doesn't remember The Beatles.

And she'll never get her memory back?

Honestly, we have never had a case like this before.

And when I say we, I mean the entirety of medical science.

So, it's possible that something familiar could trigger a memory, but

there is no way to know for sure.

This woman did not just come out of thin air.

I don't think that someone carried that duffel bag into Times Square.

If it were me, I'd have done it in a van.

Side door, quick drop.

Zapata, get all of Time Square's CCTV footage.

Find out how she got there.

Patterson.

I want Jane Doe printed, photographed, scanned into every missing persons

and social media database out there.

Run her DNA through CODIS.

And I know it's not gonna give us anything quickly,

do a full genealogy study.

Cross every T, dot every I. We do it all.

Does that hurt?

Yes, they're all a little sore.

Your tattoos?

I'm gonna need to image them.

All of them?

It won't surprise you that 78% of the cameras in Times Square

are either out of commission, out of position, or out of focus.

I managed to pull this, though.

Van, side door. Do you ever get tired of being right?

No. Did you get the plates?

No, but I followed it through the CCTV grid.

It enters this camera's dead zone across town and never comes out.

State your name for the record.

I don't remember.

Who is the current President of the United States?

I don't know.

What is your mother's name?

All of her tattoos are brand new. All of them.

What? How new?

Judging by the healing, no more than a few weeks.

Her entire body was tattooed all at once?

Now, why would they do that?

- It's a treasure map. - Come again?

Look at it.

There's no X that marks the spot.

There's hidden letters,

random numbers, map pieces without context or names.

It's a puzzle.

And the first piece couldn't be clearer.

Have you ever directly or indirectly been involved

with or assisted a terrorist organization?

- How many more of these are there? - Try to limit your answers to yes or no.

It's the same answer every time.

I don't know.

I don't know what's going on, I don't know what's happening to me,

and I don't know how else to tell you that.

- Hold on, wait a second, Miss. - Miss what?

Miss who?

I don't have a name.

I let you people poke me, prod me, scan me.

I'm done.

- Okay? I wanna speak to someone in charge. - Let's just take a deep breath--

I want to speak to someone in charge!

I'm Special Agent Kurt Weller.

I'm the lead agent on your case.

Please, tell me you know what's going on.

Who am I?

We don't know yet.

All these tests, and you don't know anything?

We know that you're telling us the truth.

We're certain of that now.

- Of course, I am. Why would I-- - Ma'am.

There was no match to your prints.

Or your DNA.

Facial Recognition did not find you in any of our databases.

Do you recognize me?

Why would I...

I don't even recognize me.

Doctor Borden believes if you encounter familiar stimuli,

it may trigger a memory.

Why would you be familiar?

Because my name, Kurt Weller,

is tattooed on your back.

What is happening to me?

I don't know who you are, ma'am.

But maybe, somehow...

- You knew me. - I don't understand any of this.

I know this is overwhelming.

But, please, try. Something may come back to you.

Anything?

No.

So, what happens now?

We will release a clean photograph of you to the media.

- Someone must know who you are. - No, that's...

That's not what I meant. I mean...

What happens right now?

I don't have anywhere to go.

So, this is a safe house we use for people under protective custody.

There's a couch, TV,

everything you need.

Are the guys outside, are they to keep people out or me in?

No, no, they're...

They're here just for now to keep you safe.

Until we get to the bottom of this.

- I'll give you some privacy. - Wait, you're leaving?

Yeah, you should get some sleep or get something to eat.

So, if there's any food you like,

tell the security guys and they'll get it for you.

I don't know what I like.

Right.

I'll get them to get you a bunch of menus so you can choose.

Good night, ma'am.

JANE". I didn't even dream last night.

I was really hoping I would, you know.

I thought maybe it would...

I just...

Someone did this to me.

Took away my whole life.

And I can't do anything.

I got you a coffee and a tea this morning.

Which would you prefer?

- I don't... - Well, go ahead. Try them.

I like this one. This one tastes like grass trimmings.

There you go.

Number one, you remembered what grass trimmings taste like.

And, two, you figured out you're a coffee person.