Blindspot

It's a virtual pet.

You push the buttons to keep it alive.

The left button gives it water

and you tap its nose to give it affection.

Bye, Patterson. Bye.

This team has been one shape for a very long time,

and you're a new piece.

We're just trying to figure out

how you fit in to all of this.

We're gonna find our new shape.

Well, I'll be there tomorrow, then.

Yeah, yeah. Talk to you then.

Okay, bye-bye. Well?

They're announcing tomorrow.

You are looking at the next nominee

for Vice President of the United States.

How's it feel to succeed beyond your wildest dreams?

Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Nothing's set in stone yet.

No more waiting. Where are my ZIP bombs?

Hello to you, too, Ivy. Show a little respect.

You're in the presence of royalty.

I delivered Weller and his team.

I even killed one of them.

I insured that the ZIP got into the states,

but now, when it's time for me to get what's mine,

I can't seem to track the shipment.

You can't track the shipment because when it arrived,

I moved it to a more secure location,

but it's close by.

What's wrong? Pre-VP jitters?

I know this was the plan,

but bringing them back here alive is beginning to feel like a mistake.

I'm happy to kill them right now.

I appreciate your direct approach, I honestly do,

but now is the time for subtlety.

We can afford neither questions

nor conspiracy theories,

but if one of them were to confess,

that would tie things up quite nicely.

What do you want?

The offer's simple.

You give me a full on-camera confession.

Written by you, of course.

Prepared by me, spoken by you.

You think you've got this under control,

but I can't wait to see it blow up in your face.

Defiant to the end. I'd expect nothing less, Tasha.

Confess and you go to a black-site,

or don't, and your friends go there instead,

while you live out the rest of your days

in the relative comfort of maximum security,

thinking about what you did to them.

Okay, how is this for a counter-offer?

None of us go to a black-site

and none of us go to prison.

Do you want to talk before someone else does?

It's not gonna happen.

Oh, it will,

or you'll all be thrown in a hole so deep,

you'll never climb out.

We'd rather go through that than give you what you want.

Undoubtedly, but this isn't just about you four.

There are other people to consider.

Innocent people.

Since when are you concerned about innocent people?

I lost a parent too young,

just like Bethany will,

just like Zapata's child will.

Think of those children

and of your dear Boston.

You'll never find him.

That's what makes you two such a cute couple,

your collective overconfidence.

We're closing in on him now.

Ah, having love in one's life.

There's nothing more powerful or more painful.

As if you'd know anything about that.

Jane and Kurt certainly do.

Can you imagine the torture they'd experience,

each knowing the other was in a secret facility somewhere,

shut off from the rest of the world?

I mean, you've recently suffered

a heartbreaking tragedy with the passing of Reade.

Do you really want to deliver

that kind of suffering to the two of them?

That's a lot of responsibility,

that bond of friendship, of loyalty.

You don't know anything about loyalty.

You've given everything to these people.

It would crush most men to know they did nothing

to save their families from a fate worse than death.

If that's something you'd like to avoid,

there's a camera waiting.

No, I'm good.

Go to hell.

I won't do it. None of us will.

We'll see.

You have 'til the end of the day to save your friends.

More good news? They found him.

The assault on the bunker

led to the arrest of Kurt Weller, Jane Doe,

Tasha Zapata, and Gord Enver, AKA Rich Dotcom.

A fifth member of the terror cell was killed at the scene.

Patterson.

No name has been given to us at this time.

Oh, no. Oh...

If I'd known you were coming, I'd have made snacks.

There's actually some Gruyère in the fridge if you don't mind waiting.

Patterson? I thought you were dead!

Yeah. And I thought you had taste.

Come on, we gotta save the team.

Not that I'm not thrilled that you're alive right now,

but... I am utterly rapturous...

But, uh, how is this even possible?

Well, when the bunker was blown up...

I crawled into one of the miners' tunnels

and made my way to the surface.

Dead, not dead, battling your way

through the murky depths, alive.

That's some serious

Gandalf the White business right there.

Yeah, but the Balrog's not dead yet.

Okay. We need to prove that the team is innocent,

and we don't have much time. No, 'cause Madeline will send them

to a very secure, very isolated,

very dark undisclosed location. Okay.

Well, we have something that Madeline doesn't have,

and that is Ice Cream's device.

Ah! The key to Beaconer's backdoor.

So we have a device that can hack into an encrypted messaging app,

reveal Madeline's ties to terrorism,

and prove our innocence? Yeah, but there's a problem.

To prove Madeline's guilt, we need to get into her phone

by gaining direct access to an FBI server.

In person? How are we supposed to do that?

Going into that building is suicide.

Then it's a good thing I'm already dead.

Well, look who's still here.

I figured now that Madeline didn't have anything on you,

you'd be gone like a puff of smoke.

Yeah, I almost made it out of here without anybody noticing,

but then Weller and his team had to get hauled in,

and now I'm back in the hot seat.

Yes, the team's wrongful arrest

was a big setback for you.

You know, just to say,

not loving the new tone you're taking with me lately.

Still the director of the FBI, technically.

Huh. That's weird.

"Update to Parking Policy"?

That's how you're contacting Afreen?

Well, yeah. It's so mind-numbingly boring

that it's not gonna get flagged by cyber-security,

and Afreen will not ignore this one.

Well, how can you be so sure?

Because I embedded her social security

and her birthdate in the subject line.

Hmm. What? What is it?

I'm not sure yet.

Oh, my God, it's Patterson.

She sent this. You know,

the code has her signatures all over it.

It's shorthand only she and I have used.

I don't know how, but she's still alive.

"Sharp Safe Security,

Maxine Brandt and Don Riley."

Why does Patterson want us to make FBI IDs for these two?

Okay, first of all, Patterson is gone.

I'm sorry, but she is.

Secondly, I think we should totally ignore this thing

and put our heads in the sand full ostrich style...

until later, at a later date,

when it's safe, we safely save the team from going to a black-site.

You know there's no time. Once they're gone, they're gone.

No, no, no. If we wait, it's... Ahem.

What are you guys talking about? Huh? Work stuff.

Look, if this is about the team, we want to help. What?

Uh, mm... Look, you know you can trust us.

Um, I'm not sure what you're talking about.

Agent Woods, you and Shayla

should go focus on your own assignments

and, no, this has nothing to do with the team.

Um, but... but, uh, if for some reason

I needed your help, I would let you know.

Hmm. So not everyone has drank the Madeline Kool-Aid.

Apparently not. They don't all think the team's gone bad.

Because they haven't, which is exactly why we have to do this.

Do you really believe that this is from Patterson?

Yeah, I do.

All right.

Let's make a couple of randos some government IDs.

Hi. Just, uh, checking in.

You ready to sign that little old confession?

Get the hell out of here.

Okay, okay, I'll go. Uh, one thing, though.

Your partners ain't doing so hot. Oh, no?

Why don't you let me talk to 'em so I can see for myself.

You folks got quite a bond.

Too bad it's gonna tear you apart.