? Happy birthday to you ?
? Happy birthday... ?
Betty, come on. You'll miss the cake.
Eh, it has nuts. I can't eat nuts.
If I'm being honest, you are way too serious.
Come on. Have some fun.
Or don't.
Okay...
Clear the way! Emergency!
Please, clear the hallway.
Meg, Reade tells me
that you are up for a big story at the paper.
Uh, well...
He wasn't supposed to.
In Tuscany, right? For how long?
A month, but I can't go.
What?
It is an all-expenses-paid trip to one of the most beautiful
places on Earth, of course you can go.
Reade, you should take a couple of days off and go with her.
She's got a lot on her plate, and I can't...
She's got a lot on her plate?
It is a huge opportunity. What could she possibly...
Zapata, drop it.
Oh.
I can't go because if I leave the country...
Meg...
I can't come back.
I'm in the U.S. illegally.
I'm undocumented.
Morning. You're up early.
I couldn't sleep.
Why? What's up?
For so long I didn't know Avery existed.
And then when I found out she did,
I didn't know where she was...
or if she was even alive.
And now that she's here in New York,
she still feels a million miles away.
It's not gonna be that way forever.
I know she doesn't owe me anything, but...
I wanna know her.
She'll come around.
Kurt.
Nas. Come in.
Thanks.
Jane...
Long time, huh?
What are you doing here?
I need your help.
It's about one of the tattoos.
My family came from India when I was six.
My uncle arranged our papers,
and we thought everything was okay.
Then, when I was 16,
I took my documents to the DMV
to get my driver's license...
the lady at the counter took one look at them
and said that if I didn't want to get arrested
I should burn the whole pile.
Your uncle got you fakes.
I've gone to college.
I've paid taxes.
I've worked at two high-profile newspapers
without being discovered.
But everything that I do, it's a roll of the dice.
That's a horrible way to live.
But not as bad as the idea
of being shipped off to a place
that I barely remember.
This is my home.
I love this country.
And I'm proud of what I have contributed.
As you should be.
Who else knows?
Just a few people over the years.
You can't do it alone.
You need allies,
people that you can trust.
And you can trust me.
Of course.
Okay, I'm just gonna say it.
You're undocumented, and you decide to date
the Assistant Director of the FBI?
He didn't exactly lead with that.
And by the time I knew, it was too late.
I was in love.
We're needed at the office.
I'll see you later, babe.
- Bonjour, monsieur. - Oh, not today, Rich.
Chamomile. Paper.
I just wanted to check on the status of my request.
You're not going to that party, Rich.
It's not that party. It's the party.
Le Soirée Foncé... The Dark Party.
Where the best and brightest
of the worst and the darkest of the web come to meet.
My answer's the same as it's been
the last three times: Hell no.
I'm not about to send a recovering cyber felon
to dark web Mardi Gras.
Uh, if you want me to be your crack consultant
on all things deep web, I need to stay on brand.
I could definitely come back with some actionable intel.
For the last time, request denied.
Assistant Director Reade.
Nas, good to see you. I hope.
Oh! Look who's back from her Brexit!
Pleasure to see you again, mum.
Uh...
Sorry, what's he doing here?
He works with us now, and it's a long story.
Right.
Well...
I have two items of interest.
First, I've learned that Sandstorm
was initially funded by...
Hank Crawford?
- Can you prove it? - Not yet.
How'd you get the intel?
Well, since my time at the NSA
came to a rather unceremonious end,
I've been freelancing for Keaton at the CIA.
What?
Why didn't you tell us that Nas was CIA?
- 'Cause I didn't know. - I'm a well-kept secret,
even at the agency.
My work there mainly consists of
helping with the ongoing interrogation of Ellen Briggs,
a.k.a. Shepherd.
Oh, right, Jane's mom, the terrorist.
My second item of interest
is that I've learned through back channels
that the NSA's regional office was breached,
and someone stole this.
"Nergal," an extremely dangerous
NSA-created computer virus.
Wait, the Nergal virus is real?
That's, like, a scary story
that you tell young hackers around a campfire.
Named for the Mesopotamian god of pestilence,
which just happens to be on Jane's body.
An image enhancement
shows a hidden numerical structure within her tattoo
that matches the key coding elements of the virus.
Nergal's like the successor to the Stuxnet virus, right?
The one that let us sabotage Iran's nuclear program?
Yeah, sped up their centrifuges
to the point of total system overload.
Yes, but this one works remotely.
You just need the box.
Theoretically, anything with
a mechanized system pushed to the point of collapse.
If they stole it, we have to assume
they're gonna use it soon.
We need to find this device now.
A few days ago, Nergal started trending
on some of the web's more nefarious
and out-of-the way forums.
And from that, we found a link to this...
Oh, whoa... that timer is new.
They're showing what the device can do.
Can you ID the ship?
There's no identifying markers.
It could be one of thousands.
Oh, my God.
If that was just the proof of concept,
- whoever's doing this... - Is just getting started.
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Okay, reports are coming in.
Four dead, 22 wounded.
- Massive environmental fallout. - Someone took control,
turned the function speed up to 11,
and then... kaboom.
We need to secure that device before there's another attack.
Any leads on who did this?
- I have a theory. - W-Wait, shut up, shut up.
What? What do you see?
Yeah. Excuse me.
Right... there. What is that?
- A bad pixel? - No.
It's a calling card.
Now, let's see who we are dealing with...
P-U-K.
PopUpKid.
Oh, that's bad.
How bad?
Well, on a scale of one to terrible,
this is full-on terrible.
PopUpKid pops up once every few years
with a new virus or piece of tech,
pulls off some crazy stunt,
and then disappears.
Nobody knows who they are
or what they look like.
Actually, I think I do.
So I've been looking for anything weird on the books
at the NSA since the device was last confirmed secure.
No forced entry into the room where it was being held,
which means it was either an inside job
or a forged access key.
Or both.
What's clear is that no matter
how the device got out of the room...
They still had to get it out of the building.
Yes. Move.
Whoop! Enter Betty Dupree,
NSA employee who was wheeled out of the office
after suffering a seizure at her desk.
She was taken to county,
where she was treated and then released.
Only... the hospital doesn't have a record of her name.
Because they realized it was super fake.
Betty Dupree doesn't exist.
Shouldn't the NSA have caught that?
Yeah, except the person overseeing personnel and ID...
Was Betty, who we now know is also PopUpKid.
Any idea what her real identity is?
Well, she's done some serious scrubbing
to bury that... I mean, she's... good.
- But she's no you. - She's no me.
Okay, here we go.
A profile pic from back in her pre-hacking days.
- Wow. - It's a facial match.
Her profile says her name is Delilah Dunny.
Let's find her.
Hey.
Thanks for covering for me back there.
If they knew I knew about you being in the CIA,
your work with the tattoos, uh...
Yeah, of course.
These things are best kept secret.
Has Patterson found out about Project Dragonfly?
No.
- Not yet. - Well, when it comes out,
and it will...
be prepared to be very unpopular with your friends.
They won't understand.
These are the sacrifices we make.
- Tom, are you okay? - Yeah.
Just been getting these headaches.
I'm okay.
Well, what are you working on?
Oh, just a little project for your dad.
It's your next assignment.
This is the FBI team that's after me.
Make sure they don't interfere again.
I want them dead.
Well, I hate to drag you away,
but I have plans for you today.
Well, for you, absolutely.
My father was disappointed,
to say the least, when the land deal fell through,
and he's been looking at alternatives.
Let me guess.
- You found one. - Yes.
A man named Jean-Paul Bruyere
has exactly what we're looking for, and today,
we're gonna go get it.
Well, you seem pretty sure of yourself.
Belgian, right? Obscenely rich?
The only problem is that the Bruyeres and the Crawfords
have a bit of a rocky history.
So, it's gonna take some smoothing over
if we're gonna get into bed with them.
Wait, so today we're gonna get into bed with them?
No.
His son, Christophe. They call him Junior.
He's in town playing a very exclusive card game,
which we're about to crash.
You'll have to pose as my bodyguard, not my boyfriend.
And if all goes well...
hopefully we can strike a deal.
I love it when you talk strategy.
- Hey. - We're not talking about Meg.
- Didn't say anything. - You're about to.
You're using your "we need to talk" voice.
Saw that Jonathan West from the State Department
was coming in for a briefing today.
When I asked you
why you were meeting with him in secret,
you said it was to help someone.
- It's Meg, isn't it? - Tasha...
You're using your position at the FBI
to secure your girlfriend's legal status?
- Watch it. - No, you watch it.
It's not just your career you're putting on the line.
It is Meg's whole life.
I'm handling it.
Please tell me you have some good news.
We have some good news.
"Some" being the operative word.
We couldn't locate Delilah,
but we did find this.
It's an auction.
She's selling the device, which means the attack
on the freighter was just a demonstration.
Every major criminal and terrorist group in the world
is gonna be after this.
We have to buy it before someone else does.
Well, that's the very not good news.
This is a screen grab that we found,
but this is the live link.
The auction ended five minutes ago.
So we're too late.
Somebody already bought it.
I turned over a few rocks, worked a little of my
patented Dicky Dots magic...
Just tell us you found the buyer of the device.
Jeez, can I build up to it a little?
Patterson, if you wouldn't mind.
I give you Tropic Song, LLC.
And should that mean something to us?
I don't know. Is it meaningful
that they were just the victims
of a cyber-theft to the tune
of 52,378,000 big ones?
The exact amount Delilah sold the device for.
How did you find this so quickly?
Because I happen to have my finger on the pulse
of the dark web, that's how.
I mean, for now, which is why I think
Assistant Director Eeyore over there
should really reconsider the whole party thing.
Ain't gonna happen, Rich. Patterson.
Uh, once Rich ID'd the hack-ee,
I was able to track the hacker.
Cameron Miller, 16 years old, sky-high IQ,
but he's been kicked out of three schools.
The last one for hacking into
a laptop camera in a female classmate's bedroom.
- Lovely. - Let's bring him in.
Don't pull any punches.
Sometimes my grandson needs to learn things the hard way.
Who did you buy the device from?
How are you gonna use it?
I bought the device, uh, from Screw You.
And I'm gonna use it for shut the hell up
and get out of my face.
Do you wanna spend the night in jail, boy?
We're not talking about a night.
Your grandson stole $50 million,
and he used half of that as a down payment
on a weapon of mass destruction.
Making you an accessory to this morning's
freighter explosion.
Cammy, I don't know what the hell
you've gotten yourself into here,
but you need to talk to these people.
How about you just mind your own business?
Uhh! I tried so hard with you.
What are you so damn angry about?
I've gotten more empathy out of serial killers.
He just seems broken.
How does someone even get that way?
I don't know.
He's already handed over half the money
to take this box off the market,
which means Delilah has to wait for the other half.
Yeah, and when Cameron doesn't pay up,
it's only a matter of time
until she finds another buyer.
We should get Nas and Patterson to have a crack at it.
Hopefully they found something on his hard drive
to soften him up a bit.
Yeah.
It's from Avery. She says she's got something.
You should come with me.
Oh... she texted you, not me.
- It's fine. - Don't read too much into it.
If she's got something that can help us...
You have to follow the lead.
- Yeah. - Go.
- It's okay. Go. - All right.
Hello, Cameron.
Or should we say MasterSharkButt817?
That is a classy handle, by the way.
We know that you owe PopUpKid
the other half of the money for the device.
Just tell us where and when.
Yeah, no thanks.
We've been combing through your computer...
Well, the parts that you didn't erase, anyway...
And we learned a lot about the businesses you robbed.
Yeah, mainly that they didn't do...
any business, like, none at all,
before you ripped them off.
In fact, the company didn't even exist
until a few weeks ago.
Almost as if someone created it
for the sole purpose of robbing it.
Strange, that.
See, with a little knowhow,
Tropic Song can be traced through a network
of shell companies all the way back to Iran.
Iran? What the hell did you do?
- Those guys weren't Iranian. - Oh, really?
Is that what they told you?
They wanted the device,
they needed a middle man to buy it,
and you were stupid enough to fall for it.
They even set up a shell for you to steal from.
Easy, right? I bet they even told you that they were gonna
take care of it when you got caught too, right?
Spoiler alert: they won't.
These guys contacted me online,
and they said they'd give me a million dollars.
All that I had to do was steal some money
that was already theirs from a company they created
so that they could get the box from PopUpKid.
How was PopUpKid supposed to contact you?
They gave me a burner phone and...
And told me he'd call me on it.
It's in my locker at school.
- Yes, sir. - Good.
Is that...
Hello, Junior.
The Blake Crawford I know has braces, pigtails,
and a cast on her arm.
You certainly have changed.
Arm got better, braces came off.
So I see.
I was in town and wanted to play cards.
I heard my old friend Junior had a game going.
So... here I am.
Sorry, but this club maintains a strict
gentlemen only policy.
They let you in, didn't they?
Sorry.
My bodyguard forgets himself.
No girls allowed, huh?
That's too bad.
Guess I'm gonna have to drink this all myself.
Ever wonder what a $600,000 bottle of scotch tastes like?
I mean, how much better can it be
than a $300,000 bottle?
All right.
You're in.
Now, let's open that bottle and find you a seat.
Hey.
What information did Avery have?
Uh... none, as it turns out.
She just wanted to apologize for colluding with Roman.
She could have done that over the phone
instead of tricking you into coming over.
Yeah... I think she's lonely.
Well, then why doesn't she reach out to me?
For the same reason that you don't.
I don't think she knows how.
Okay.
So this is the phone
Delilah is supposed to call Cameron on to finish the deal.
- What do we got? - Two missed calls.
- Blocked number. - We need to track those calls
before she moves on to someone else.
Here we go.
Rich Dotcom.
Very funny,
but you're just some
4chan bro who found $50 million somewhere.
Uh... fake news.
This is Rich Dotcom.
I just like to know who I'm dealing with
before I expose myself.
Delilah.
Very few people have been able to figure out my real name,
and most of them are dead.
Enough foreplay.
You, me,
and your little friend Nergal.
What's say we pick a spot
and consummate this little devil's three-way?
Oh, my God, you are Rich Dotcom.
Okay, okay, we can meet in the park...
Uh, park's a little... public, don't you think?
All right, there's an abandoned warehouse...
That's a bit on the nose, isn't it?
We can do better than that.
Oh, I have an idea...
Perhaps you've heard of Le Soirée Foncé.
The dark Party? It's tonight.
Fine... Get me on the list,
and I'll see you there...
- Rich. - Ciao for now.
What the hell did you just do?
I mean, it looks like we're going to a party.
You choose a hacker party,
I explicitly told you you couldn't go to?
People's lives are at stake.
- Do you want to be off this team? - Okay.
First: Somebody had to answer the phone, right?
Two: Never meet on the other guy's turf.
And "C": I mean, it worked, didn't it?
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but... I think he made the right call.
You've always been my favorite.
Okay, if we do the meet at the party,
there's almost no chance of backup.
Yeah, it's on an isolated island off the coast.
If things go sideways, it'll take support a while to get there.
What do you think, Kurt?
I agree with Nas... I don't like it,
but this is Rich's world.
I do think that he's our best bet.
Fine. But you're crazy if you think you're going alone.
Pfft! You think I'm rolling in without an entourage? Come on.
Keep me updated.
Do I have time to get my nails done?
Jonathan.
Didn't expect to see you so soon.
I'm here on other business.
I only have a minute, but we need to talk.
Of course. Appreciate you taking the time.
As I'm sure you're aware, some things at the upper levels
of the State Department have changed... a lot.
Okay. And...
And everything I do is under more intense scrutiny now,
including sensitive immigration issues.
- What are you saying? - I'm sorry, Edgar.
My hands are tied.
- I can't break the rules right now. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No one asked you to break any rules.
I can't even bend them right now.
Not without compromising myself. It's too risky.
I'm late for this briefing.
Be careful, okay?
I'm going to have to fold. Nicely played.
Well, I win again!
This is so much fun.
I am off to nurse my wounds and satisfy my thirst.
Shall I refresh your drink?
Oh, sure.
Might be a while before I can get up again.
Your boss is quite the woman.
How long is she staying in Rio?
She's not... and her boyfriend...
Oh, please. A boyfriend I can handle.
How long have you been in love with her?
You have been staring at her all night.
It's a classic story but a tragic one.
The servant boy...
and the princess.
Never ends well.
Ohh, it feels good to be home.
Don't get too comfortable.
We're here to do a job, remember?
Marriage has changed you.
You used to love a good party.
Now look, I know you're all here as my chaperones,
but I need you to do me a favor and just try
to blend in, all right?
These are my people. Don't embarrass me.
You don't want us to embarrass you?
- Yeah! - We'll try.
Come on.
Let's find Delilah and get the box.
Reade, you got us?
Loud and clear.
The party is using private ferries
to get the guests onto the island.
I hacked into the boat company's website to track them.
If Delilah hasn't arrived yet,
I may be able to give you guys a heads up.
Nothing here.
- You? - Nope.
I gotta say, uh, I'm a little surprised
that you're working for Keaton.
Beggars can't be choosers.
Nas, what you did for the team,
falling on your own sword...
that meant a lot to us.
Yeah, well, doing the right thing
doesn't always come with a reward.
Yeah.
Jane and you seem very happy.
We're not. We're getting there.
And speaking of that, when she left,
I could have used your help.
Or at least your contacts.
I reached out to you.
You didn't return my calls.
I wouldn't have been any help, Kurt.
I couldn't even save my own career.
Maybe I can arrange something for you to come back
- to the FBI. - No.
I still feel that my place is back with the NSA.
Even if they can't see that just yet.
Okay.
Let me know if I can help.
You already are.
Then the guy in the leather mask is like...
I just about lost it.
Mm-mm!
Long story short, if you're going to an opium den,
they do not allow photos.
Excuse me for a second. I see a friend.
Can I borrow this?
Hi! Can I interest you in a beverage?
Could you possibly be
drawing any more attention to yourself?
I am just trying to stay in character here, okay?
Unlike you, Lady Dour of Dour-ton Abbey.
You know, you're allowed to have fun at work.
Look at all these people... They're dancing,
they're drinking, they're consuming
various top-shelf recreational pharmaceuticals.
Oh, my God, did you just...
Oh, I'm allergic to the carpets here, all right?
Okay, see that?
That patented death stare? That is your problem.
You can get that finger out of my face any time.
Okay.
You know, I don't want to get too personal,
but I'm definitely going to,
and I say this completely out of love,
but you know how you are?
Are you really surprised that Avery went to Weller
and not you?
Who was talking about Avery?
How do you even know about that?
And I know that people think that your husband
is supposed to be the big, strong, burly tough guy,
but you are way more intimidating.
I'm not intimidating.
Your daughter is not gonna come to you, okay?
Avery is a child. You're the adult.
You gotta go to her.
Oh, my God, would I make a cool dad or what?
Looks like another ferry just pulled up.
This could be the one.
Stay on your toes, people.
Got eyes on her.
Enter me.
Nas, if you...
would do me the honor?
Delilah Dunny...
a.k.a. PopUpKid.
You weren't planning an Irish exit, were you?
Rich Dotcom. Hi, a.k.a. MasterSharkButt817.
Who's this?
This is Gwendolyn Tuffington Havershire,
my head of security, among other things.
Okay.
So...
Why don't we, um, make a deal
where you sell me what you stole for money?
Yes. Um, ahem, I, uh...
Okay, um, I have... I have come here at great risk
to sell you something that could change the course of history.
Do I have... No, no, I mean, do you have...
Sorry, um...
I'm gonna start over, um...
I'm sorry, this was a mistake, I gotta go.
Delilah, Delilah.
Everything is gonna be just fine.
Just... just breathe.
Uh, actually, can you show me
where the bathroom is? I think I'm gonna vomit.
- Yeah, of course. - It's just over there.
If she goes and I see it I'm gonna...
Okay. Go ahead. Go ahead.
Whew!
Nice work keeping her here.
Thank Nas. She's incredibly Zen.
Let's just hope she can keep Delilah calm
long enough for us to do this.
Rich Dotcom!
What is Sho Akhtar doing here?
Rich Dotcom!
What are you doing?
Take the gun out of his mouth.
I don't know.
He was extradited to Pakistan after we arrested him.
He knows us. So get ready to abort.
Take it easy, puddin', okay?
The night that you met him, he was flying on cocaine.
He probably doesn't even remember you.
Okay? Just be cool.
Well, well, well.
If it isn't my old friends from the FBI.
So he does remember you.
What a nice surprise...
I didn't know there'd be pork at this party.
Sho Akhtar. Back from the dead.
You're supposed to be serving
a life sentence in a Pakistani prison right now.
How did you get out?
I was released almost as soon as I landed.
What can I say?
Something of a hometown legend.
Ah, but I'm curious.
If this room of bloodthirsty criminals
learned there were feds here...
how long would you last?
And Rich, my old friend.
- Sho. Buddy. - I should kill you right now
- for selling me out in the first place. - Selling you out?
How about when you double-crossed me in Zürich?
You know, I still can't look at a cabbage roll.
You know I was only getting you back
for what you did on Carl's plane.
Oh, Carl's plane is a hunk of junk. Are you kidding me?
- I did them a favor. - Enough! Enough!
Why are you here?
Well, somebody's gotta breathe some life
into this damn funeral.
Bump? Bump?
Bumpity-bump-bump?
I don't mind if I do.
You know what I don't get?
What's that... Riggs?
Pakistanis hate you more than we do.
So the fact that you're not rotting in a hole in Karachi
tells me that you turned on somebody
that's even worse than yourself.
Yeah, somebody who probably has friends at this funeral.
Wouldn't take us long to figure out who they are.
Still have to prove it.
Oh, yeah, you know what?
These guys look like sticklers for due process.
Looks like mutually assured destruction to me.
Fine.
I'll play nice. For now.
No way this is a coincidence.
Sho's there to steal the device.
And he knows we are too.
Look, we already have Delilah.
We just have to keep Sho occupied long enough
to finish the deal and get the hell out of there.
I'm willing to bet Sho doesn't know
what PopUpKid looks like yet.
As far as he knows, she could be anybody.
Maybe we can use that.
Well, don't keep a girl in suspense.
What's it gonna be?
All-in.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
All-in.
You had me worried.
You are good.
- Not good enough, apparently. - You're not leaving, are you?
After that hand, I need another drink.
Of course.
Who wants to lose some more money?
You let him win.
You had him beat the whole game.
Why'd you tank it?
Well, sometimes you've got to lose to win.
I don't care about cards,
we're playing a bigger game here.
I feel bad.
Let me make it up to you.
Once I'm done here,
come with me to the after party?
Well, if you insist.
You may want to tell her boyfriend she'll be late.
Okay.
I'm approaching PopUpKid now.
Over.
And now we're even for Carl's plane.
Bitch Dotcom.
Okay.
I notice you're all wearing nice chains, by the way.
Is that a standard-issue thing or...
Uhh!
Ohh... I did not do that right.
I'm here for the Nergal device.
You're not my buyer.
You're right.
Sho Akhtar...
at your service.
And why should I sell to somebody who I don't know?
Because there's no business like Sho business.
And I give you three reasons to buy from me.
One: I'll double your price.
Two: Rich is working with the feds.
And three: I had no idea
PopUpKid would be so damn beautiful.
Well, that last one was more of an observation
than a reason.
Assume I did sell you my device.
How do I know that you would use it
for something worthy of its power? Hmm?
Okay, okay. You wanna know what else bothers me?
Entitlement. Uck!
The powerful bully, the powerless, and...
And these animals need to learn
that they're not immune.
Which is why I'm using this money
to build something ten times worse
- than the Nergal virus. - Okay.
That is legit terrifying.
But, um... and this is not to rush you in any way
with your snacking there.
But my bodyguards and I would love to make this swap,
- if that's possible. - And the sooner you get paid,
the sooner you can make every one else pay, right?
- That's a really good idea. - Yes.
Sent you the authorization.
- You just need to accept. - Okay.
- That little bar goes green. - Whoo!
- Transfer complete. Great. - Thank you.
- Hey, uh, canapé? - Oh, sure.
Um, now, where's the device?
Oh, okay, okay. You think I have it on me.
- Yeah. - What do you think I am, stupid?
No, there is a person here at the party
who ha...
- Keep going. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Do these have nuts?
Yeah, I wanna say pistachio?
Okay.
Shh, shh, slow, calm breathes.
In here? There's nothing in here.
Just this EpiPen.
Oh! Sorry.
There you go. Now...
You said someone out there has the device.
Who is that? Who?
She's... she's reaching for her phone.
The contact's gotta be in there.
Okay.
It's locked. Patterson.
Gotta find a backdoor into this phone.
Who cares what I do with the device?
I'm giving you $100 million.
Whatever happened to "the customer's always ri... "?
Well, that's very interesting.
60 seconds ago I sent a photo of you
to my good friends in my ear.
They've been doing some research.
And you're not PopUpKid.
Then who am I?
You were Nas Kamal,
formerly of the NSA.
And now... you're dead.
Kill her!
I'll find the box.
I accessed Delilah's phone.
Try it now.
There's only one contact.
This has to be her man with the box.
Let's hope we can ID him
before he realizes I'm not Delilah.
There.
FBI raid!
Everybody run!
Get down! Get out of the way!
No.
He hasn't got it.
Sho has the device.
Did you see which way he went?
No, I didn't.
I'll take the front exit, you cover the back.
Get out of here! The door!
No!
Uhh!
You okay?
Come on, guys. Give me some good news.
Sho just got away with the device.
Well, you're half right.
Nice work, everybody.
Yep, the device is secured,
and Delilah is in custody.
Sho Akhtar's still in the wind.
Eh, guys like him have a way of popping up
when you least expect it.
Or maybe not, I mean, he does have
a pretty serious drug problem.
He could die any time.
Nas, thank you for your help.
Yeah, it's great to have you back.
You know, I've, uh, I've missed this.
Working with all of you.
Yeah, even you, Rich.
But it's time I go back to where I belong.
What, to the CIA? Really?
Why do I feel like you're about to fly away
on an umbrella right now?
Goodbye, everyone.
That was a Mary Poppins reference
in case that wasn't clear.
That part always makes me cry.
Hey, uh, Nas?
Uh, before you go,
I was wondering if the next time
you talk to Shepherd,
if you could ask her about Avery
and, uh, why she made me give her up.
I'm not gonna do that, Jane.
I already know the answer.
Your mother is a sociopath and a narcissist.
The things she took from you,
they were all to keep you from loving anyone but her.
There's no mystery. She just wanted to control you.
I keep wondering if there's something
I could have done to change her mind.
To what end?
You can't live in the past, Jane.
We're better served putting all our efforts
into what we can do now.
Good luck, Jane.
What? Okay.
Go ahead then. You have to tell him, by the way.
- He's not getting it from me. - I will, just calm...
Hey... okay, we have a problem.
Something is wrong with the device.
It doesn't actually do anything.
It appears that Delilah brought us a decoy.
No... not Delilah.
Nas.
Nas said that she was going back to where she belongs,
so she's using that box
to buy her way back into the NSA.
So, I guess the tat squad
doesn't really score any points for this one?
- No. - Well, she did keep us
- from getting fired. - I was in jail.
And now the device is off the market.
A win's a win.
You know, doing the right thing
doesn't always come with a reward.
Yeah.
Hey, baby.
Hey.
Tough day?
I sort of did something.
There's a guy I know at the state department.
And it didn't work out,
but he was helping me fix your immigration status
by changing a few things around.
Changing things around?
You mean falsifying documents?
I have falsified documents.
I am trying to...
How could you put us both at risk like that?
You need help, I'm trying to help.
Well, don't! This is my thing.
No, it's our thing, babe. We're together, right?
I-I just didn't want to lose you.
I was planning something way more elaborate.
Top of the Empire State Building,
Hamilton tickets.
Your papers.
Planning for what?
I don't want to wait anymore.
Oh, Edgar, no, no.
- What are you... is... - Meg...
I love you... with everything that I am.
Will you marry me?
You know that marrying me
won't change the fact that I am undocumented.
They can throw me out, and they can keep me out.
That's not why I'm doing this.
I just want you.
I want your goodness, I want your problems.
We can figure the rest out later... together.
Now, say yes, damn it.
Yes, yes. I say yes! I...
Ohh!
Oh!
Hey.
Hey. Thanks for coming.
Did something happen with Crawford?
What? Uh... no.
No, I just thought that you might...
want to get out of the safe house.
Oh.
Do you drink coffee?
They make a great hemp milk latte.
Gross.
Yeah.
Um...
I'll take a normal black coffee, though.
Fair enough.
Um...
I assume that you're calling to apologize
for stealing property from the FBI.
I have no idea what you mean.
My mistake, then.
I'm calling because I've uncovered
some very interesting information about Avery's dad.
Turns out that he was very involved
in some of Crawford's shady business practices.
Okay, send me what you got.
I already have.
Wait.
I think we've made enough of an impression.
Let's get out of here.
Is somebody jealous?
Look, we'll just go to the after party
for a little bit.
Think you can survive that?
Well, as long as I'm the one leaving with you,
I think I'll live.
Right this way, darling.
Prepare for an evening you won't forget.
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