Cypher

You said I'd be safe here.

No body bags.

I will do what I have to.

FBI, open the door!

Blow the door.

Breach, breach!

Wait, no!

Put the gun down!

Don't move, no!

This contains symbols and character combinations

I've never seen before.

Would I be able to take this back with me

to analyze it further?

No, that is not proper protocol.

But I-- I can check, hold on a second.

Officials have confirmed the loss of eight FBI agents

in a devastating warehouse explosion

in East Los Angeles.

You buried me alive.

He said he would call me.

I don't want him to be gone.

I know, baby, I know.

He said he would call me.

It is--

Good, you're up.

Careful.

You hurt your wrist pretty bad.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Claire.

Where the hell am I?

You were in an accident and I-- well, I hit you.

I ran a red light, didn't I?

I'm sorry, that was my fault.

I take complete responsibility, I was not paying attention.

I'm sorry, I gotta-- I gotta go.

I hit you on purpose.

What did you just say?

The accident.

It wasn't your fault.

I had to do it.

It's the only way to save your life, Will.

How do you know my name?

I know a lot more than just your name.

I know where you live, I know what car you drive,

I know what you do for a living,

and I know there are people looking for you,

and I couldn't risk you falling into their hands.

So you smashed into me to save my life?

You could have killed me.

You were already dead, you just didn't know it.

The place they had you driving to,

they were gonna kill you.

So what else do you know?

I'm also aware that you might have access

to a certain document.

Look, you got the wrong guy, okay?

I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about,

I don't know about any list.

Who said anything about a list?

I mentioned a document.

I didn't say anything about a list.

I gotta go.

Please, wait.

In case you change your mind.

Be careful, Will.

They won't stop until they find you.

I went and visited Steve's family.

I imagine it's not easy for them.

It was hard, to say the least.

I can imagine.

Thank you for doing that, by the way.

Alex Mais' wife just arrived.

Let's go Rees.

No.

I'll interview her myself.

Hello, Marta.

My name is Robert Martin.

Uh, first off my condolences.

Thank you.

I don't know what to say.

It doesn't make sense.

Alex was a good man, a good husband,

a good father.

I don't understand.

What can you tell me about the warehouse downtown?

How long he had been working there?

Who hired him?

I don't know.

I honestly-- the first time

I heard about the warehouse incident is

when you first called me

and informed me of my husband's--

What-- where--

where did you think he was working, Marta?

In Pasadena, at the Recovery Center.

We would have lunch there every Thursday.

Marta, your husband was working for some very bad men.

I assure you if you keep anything from me,

I will find out.

I tell you what?

Take my card.

I want you to go home tonight and think really hard

about anything you might have forgotten.

Okay?

I will.

I promise.

Good.

Because I want you to help us figure this whole thing out.

Okay, they might be blackmailing your husband, but--

What I don't want you to do is lie to us,

because if you do,

things could get very bad for you, do you understand me?

Yes.

Um...

I would like to retrieve my husband's remain

and have a proper burial.

Can you help me?

Well, I'm afraid that won't be possible,

not for a little while.

Can I say goodbye?

Can I see-- can I see him?

Uh, well, I'm afraid I-- I can't allow that to happen

at the moment.

Your husband's body is undergoing a series of tests

actually in another location.

I mean if it was up to me I, ugh-- of course I would,

but it's not.

I'm sorry.

Now what I can do is--

And I don't recommend you look at them

due to their graphic nature,

but show you some photographs of him.

Yes, please, I want to see.

Please.

Thank you, Rees.

Who's this?

I'm sorry?

This is not my husband.

I don't follow.

Okay.

This is my husband Alex Mais.

Why are we just discovering this now?

Can somebody please tell me how this happened?

With all due respect, sir, bad DNA tests are not that odd.

Oh, come on, bullshit!

I want a detailed report on what went wrong

with that test.

Sir.

Sir, it appears someone may have corrupted Alex Mais' identity.

Passports, green card, social security, ID,

even his social media accounts were hacked.

They kept all his information the same, such as name and work,

the only thing they changed were his pictures.

The only pictures we have of the real Alex Mais

were of his wedding.

Yeah, and I contacted Boston College

to see if they have any photos of him stored

in their archive room.

Waiting back for an answer.

We have forensics running another round of DNA tests.

They should get back to us by the end of the day.

Good.

Well, make sure they run it through CODIS this time.

And if this is not Alex Mais, who the hell is this guy?

Hey.

Could I ask you a favor?

Long night?

You could say that.

What makes you ask?

Well, you've got a cut on your face, for starters.

And you got that bandage on your wrist.

I'm gonna give you this jacket, it's very expensive.

I just need a dollar.

It's not my style.

You think you can just buy me with a expensive jacket?

You rich people.

You think we're for sale just because we're poor.

Come on, man, I just need $1.

I know what it's like to need a dollar.

Hey!

I'm not finished.

Take it.

I'll give you back your dollar and more.

No, just give me back my dollar.

I'm not a bank, and I don't charge interest.

Remember, I do it, because I know what it's like

to need a dollar.

I know what it's like to lose everything.

Hello.

Hello?

This isn't funny.

Who the hell is this?

Kurt ...

...it's me

What the hell, Will?

Will?

Listen, have you seen Anna?

Is she okay?

Yeah, at your funeral yesterday.

Shit!