Blindspot

Give me your phone, now.

Now, Vanya.

We have to be invisible. Understand?

You're bleeding.

We gotta get you to a hospital.

Nyet. We keep moving.

Patterson.

Hey, I'm glad you came.

So, I've been analyzing...

the ink from the birth records, and...

I did your adoption.

It says he did an adoption for me.

They're real.

You had a baby. A daughter.

No. No, I...

These came from a guy who's an expert forger.

We can't trust him. These could all be fake.

They're not.

I contacted...

Okay, so he backstopped everything.

- That's what... - Jane, let's...

let's just hear her out.

First, I called the hospital.

And, unfortunately, all of the birth records

before 2000 were destroyed in a flood.

Yeah, doesn't that seem weird to you?

It did, until I verified your obstetrician's signature.

I cross-referenced it with basically everything

that she's ever signed.

Prescriptions, uh, checks, her mortgage.

Okay, well, let's bring her in,

see if she recognizes me.

She passed away five years ago.

Of course she did.

Jane, this is a real signature...

real hospital letterhead with real 18-year-old ink.

How could I forget I had a child?

Forget that I gave birth.

I mean... you had your memory erased.

Is there some kind of test that I can...

I'm sorry. Pregnancy tests exist,

but birth tests don't.

Jane, if you need some time...

No, I don't need time. I need the truth.

You're sure about this?

I mean, I'm not 100% certain,

but no reputable scientist would ever claim...

Okay, then keep digging.

- Jane. - Keep... no, I'm... I'm done

with being manipulated, Kurt.

I'm done with lies.

Patterson, give us a sec.

Of course.

I used to think I was Taylor Shaw...

until all of that,

my whole sense of who I was,

was ripped away.

So, I can't... I can't just...

I can't do it again.

I understand.

Uh-oh. Looks like somebody needs my Wizardville expertise.

Let me guess, you made it all the way to the Elfin Moat

and can't figure out how to raise the drawbridge.

I own that drawbridge.

Excuse me. What's up?

I was hoping you could tell me.

What were you doing with Jonathan West?

What?

I texted you and you said you were going home,

but you were with that tool from the State Department,

same day he lost our perp.

So, you're following me now?

I just happened to see him get into your car.

Look, I'm...

I'm sure you have a good reason for...

I don't need a reason.

I'm the assistant director of this office.

What about that is unclear to you?

I didn't mean to upset you, I...

Hey, I have a tattoo I want you guys to see.

- Can we at least... - No, we can't.

Okay, Jane has 33 new letters and numbers

tattooed along her spine.

The "backbone" of our case, if you will.

We will not.

This string of alphanumeric characters

matches a tracking number to a box of evidence

that was just scanned for transfer by the police department.

Wait, that's not the format used by the NYPD.

You used to be a cop, we get it.

What's in the box?

Zapata is right.

The tracking format on the box hasn't been used since '97.

As for what's inside,

the evidence manifest isn't very helpful.

Great, so we don't know what's in the box.

Yeah, well, it could be anything at this point.

Seized arms, a brick of cocaine,

a murder weapon, Gwyneth Paltrow's head...

Well, whatever it is, it's gotta be important.

Why else would it be flagged for transfer 20 years later?

All right, Weller, Jane, you guys go to the warehouse.

All right, we'll intercept that box

- before it gets transferred. - Yeah, I'll come with.

Nope, they can handle it. I got paperwork for you.

Fine.

Wow.

So it could be any one of these boxes.

Heh, at least they're organized.

Yeah, and their security's great.

The clerk barely looked at my badge.

FBI. Stop!

Stop!

Jane, over here!

Uhh!

Kurt!

Kurt!

Kurt!

Kurt!

Uhh!

Stand back!

Get back.

- You okay? - Uhh. Yeah.

Patterson.

Weller, you need to get out of there now.

Three evidence warehouses in Manhattan

were just firebombed.

They just hit here, too.

So this is a synchronized attack.

Was anyone hurt?

Two casualties so far, both NYPD.

What in the hell is in that box?

Whatever's in it... somebody's willing

to burn down half the city to destroy it.

Patterson, any leads on the arsonists

that hit the other warehouses?

Not yet. Those facilities burned so fast,

their CCTV systems liquefied before any footage

could be uploaded to an outside server.

Their MOs appear to be the same at each location...

gas and Molotov cocktails.

Kurt, I found the box!

Oh...

These are all rape kits.

And they're all untested, every one of them.

Some of these are 20 years old.

Why haven't these been processed?

Unfortunately, law enforcement budgets

don't make it a priority.

Homicide and narcotics take precedent.

Sexual assault is an... afterthought.

Tasha's right, there's a huge backlog of untested kits.

Yeah, like hundreds of thousands across the country.

But all this evidence could be used

to put away serial offenders.

We could be preventing future attacks.

I know. The... the system is broken.

Well, looks like someone's trying to fix it.

New York State just passed legislation last week

earmarking funds to process backlogged rape kits.

Which is why this box is being transferred.

Because they were finally going to be tested.

Which, clearly, somebody doesn't want.

Maybe one of those kits incriminates

someone powerful... a senator, a CEO.

Whoever it was, they obviously didn't know

which box was theirs,

so they just hit every warehouse at once.

And all those other rape kits that were destroyed

were just collateral damage.

Proof of all those crimes, all those histories... erased.

I'll notify our forensics unit.

Those kits will receive expedited testing.

We'll bring these in now.

The Coast Guard just found Stuart's phone,

washed up on the shore of the Hudson.

Oh, my God... this could be huge.

Don't get too excited, that thing's gonna be waterlogged.

It's just a little damp.

- Okay, it's soggy. - It's useless.

Do you know who you're talking to.

Thank you! Ye of little faith.

I may still be able to recover the last text message

Stuart sent the night he was killed.

I thought those were already scrubbed

from his cell provider service.

Yeah, but the text may still be in the phone's memory.

All right, just don't waste any time

if it starts feeling like a dead end.

- What the hell was that? - I don't know.

I know he's a skeptical guy,

but first, he lied to you

about meeting with the State Department,

and now he's trying to wave me off

the biggest lead we have in Stuart's murder?

Something's not right.

Your Russian is good,

but my English is better.

Great, so you'll understand this.

- Life in prison, no parole. - We want names.