Blindspot

Ganzman is dead,

the sonic weapon is destroyed,

and you have the audacity to tell me to calm down?

The plan is over!

They're flying in as we speak,

and thanks to you, we have nothing!

Crawford should've never trusted you with this.

We don't have nothing, we have a Plan B

that is very much in motion.

So if you would be so kind as to let me do my thing...

Why don't you stop playing with your toys?

Tell me what Plan B

you could possibly have...

I need you to watch your tone.

I have less than 24 hours to make this work.

So, I need you to provide me with everything that I ask for.

And the first thing that I need is for you

to leave this room right now.

You have 12 hours

to show me something that boosts my confidence...

or I pull the plug.

Sure you have enough guns?

It's not gonna work.

Because I'm not really here.

I know it looks like I'm here, but you and I both know

I'm just your mind playing tricks on you.

Don't look at me like that.

They told you this was coming.

You're sick.

Now, put the gun down, and let's talk.

So, how was your flight?

Oh, long. Turbulent.

Kind of like the trip itself.

Oh, well, you're brave for even going down there.

El Paso is crawling with ICE agents.

Imagine if one of 'em asked you for your papers.

I was doing my job.

Okay, well, I am really glad

that you're home.

Well, me too.

Mm.

Did you call Richard?

Who's Richard?

The caterer.

Oh, we have to finalize the appetizer menu or...

Babe, I haven't seen you in three weeks.

Seriously, this is what you really wanna talk about?

You haven't wanted to talk about anything wedding-related

since before I left.

If this is freaking you out, then maybe it's a sign

that we should slow things down...

No, no-no-no, no slowdown, listen,

I've just been busy and focused on work.

Let's start over.

I'll take you to a very nice lunch.

And then immediately after, I promise I will call Robert.

- Richard. - Like I said, Richard.

And then I'm gonna call the florist...

Mm-hmm?

And then the photographer...

Uh-huh?

- Mmm. - Oh!

And my mother.

Okay, you're terrible

at this whole wedding planning dirty talk thing.

Avery? You want breakfast?

Avery?

Kurt? Kurt?

- What's wrong? - She's gone, she's not in her room.

If this is Roman, I swear...

Don't panic, I'll call her detail.

Where the hell have you been?

Buying bagels. Is that okay?

No! No, it's not okay.

If you wanna leave this house, you have to tell us.

The bodega's, like, half a block from here.

I really have to tell you when I go...

Yes! As long as Roman's out there,

you cannot come and go as you please.

You don't think I know that?

Look, we know how hard this has been.

No, I don't think you do.

We just want you to be safe.

You said this would feel like a home.

But it's just the same cell with different wallpaper.

Hey, you wanted to see me?

Have you fixed the tattoo database yet?

No, it just happened last night.

Roman is triggering all of the tattoos

externally with false alarms,

so it's gonna take a minute to solve.

- It's my job to ask. - I know.

I'm close-ish. I just need a day.

Or two.

Two and three-quarters would be great.

- Have you looped Rich in? - Why would I do that?

An outside opinion couldn't hurt.

If I needed an outside opinion,

I would just call my dad.

The database is based on his algorithm, so...

Great, bring him in.

Uh, no.

That's not what I meant...

Why not? You just said he was an expert.

Come on, would you bring your mom in to work?

If she could get the tattoo database fixed,

you damn straight.

What's that? Another one of Roman's false alarms?

No, it's about Avery's dad.

We were wrong.

Avery's father didn't commit suicide.

Wait, what? He left a note.

- It was on... - It was fake.

His body washed up last night in Sackets Harbor.

Robert Drabkin died of

multiple bullet wounds to the chest.

He was murdered.

By Crawford?

Not directly, but that'd be my guess.

He had dirt in his pores, consistent with burial,

but he also had cryogenic markers in his cells.

Suggesting that he was subsequently frozen.

You're saying he was buried, dug up, put on ice,

- then dumped into the harbor? - It would appear so.

That's gotta be Roman.

My hunch is that he put Drabkin on ice

to preserve the evidence.

In order to point us to whoever murdered him.

But why now? He just tried to have us killed.

He must've dumped it before he turned.

Bingo... the coroner thinks

Drabkin's been in the water for about a week.

I want a full autopsy done by us.

Already on it, the body is en route to the morgue as we speak.

What do you wanna tell Avery?

Right now, nothing.

Let's just see what the autopsy says.

Avery deserves answers, not another round of what-ifs.

Yeah.

C.O.D.... bullet wounds to the thoracic cavity.

Those are eight months old.

But... this...

ultraviolet throat tattoo was added posthumously.

The Sackets Harbor coroner

didn't mention anything about a UV tattoo.

Yeah, real crack team they got down there.

I have the same tattoo.

This is definitely Roman.

Wait, what if he's pointing us to a clue inside Drabkin's body?

Care to do the honors?

Oh, yeah, there's something in here.

My brother really has a flair for the dramatic.

What do those lines mean?

All right.

This key completes your tattoo.

The skull has key-shaped eye sockets.

Yeah. And now, if we fill in the negative spaces...

- Wow. - Oh, my God.

The key plus the tattoo forms Greek letters.

They spell "Charon," from Greek mythology.

The ferryman who brings the dead to the underworld.

It's also the alias for a notorious contract killer.

Yeah. He's never been ID'd.

The Bureau has been tracking him for decades.

So Roman's saying Charon killed Avery's father.

And countless others.

If we figure out what this opens,

this could literally be the key to taking him down...

before he kills anyone else.

Subtitles by explosiveskull

So we think Crawford ordered the hit on Drabkin,

but Charon pulled the trigger.

Okay, what about this key? Are we any closer

to figuring out what it's for?

I figured out what it opens.

It's for Locker 117 at CUNY Law School.

I mean, it makes sense he'd use a dead drop.

Apparently he never meets his clients in person.

That's why nobody knows what he looks like.

So Roman ID'd his dead drop box.

This could be the last real hint we ever get from him.

So we'll send in our bomb robot, monitor the perimeter,

and make sure it's clear before we move in.

Zapata should stay behind.

Why?

Charon works internationally too.

I'm sure the CIA has files on him.

Maybe something there can help us.

That is, assuming that you

would actually share the intel with us.

The locker could be nothing.

If you could pull the CIA files, that'd be a big help.

Fine.

Okay.

Jane, you coming?

No. There's something I have to do.

It was Crawford, wasn't it?

He killed my dad.

We believe he ordered the hit, yes.

Avery... I'm so sorry.