_
It's over. General Baxter's killing the project.
Over? We've barely started.
Crawford needs the weapon to be
far more reliable and portable before we...
I understand, but I'm still a year away from that at least.
I thought I could hold off Baxter,
but he keeps asking for a demonstration.
No, Crawford was clear. The government can't know
that it's operational.
He expects me to continue paying for its development.
My firm has already taken a quarter of a billion dollars
in military research funding.
How well does the prototype function?
When it works, it's like nothing else in the world.
Baxter wants a demonstration?
Then maybe we should give him one.
When is he flying back to DC?
What's going on up there?
What the hell?
I know he did horrible things for Hank Crawford,
but I just don't see a monster when I look at him.
I still just see Dad.
Yeah, it was hard for me to see my mother for who she was, too.
That's different.
You can't even remember your childhood.
This is a lifetime of memories all ruined.
I should just toss them.
Patterson's already analyzed them, and we're still no closer
- to catching Crawford. - That's not true.
We've mapped out where your dad traveled and when,
flagged business associates.
I know they're just pieces, but the more we have,
the better chance we have of taking down Crawford.
Even with Roman on his side now?
Roman is desperate.
Sending hitmen to try and kill all of us is proof.
I promise you, we will take them down.
I hope it happens soon.
These FBI nannies are getting pretty old.
Thanks for the coffee.
Please tell me you have something.
I have a whole lot of nothing,
which is something. Look...
This is the plot of land
Crawford purchased from Jean-Paul Bruyere.
It's smack dab in the center of the Sahara desert.
How'd you figure this out?
I've been sifting through. Bruyere's real estate holdings.
This is huge. Why'd you say it was nothing?
Well, I meant the land.
The land is nothing and used to be rich in minerals,
cobalt, aluminum, copper, but now it's been stripped dry.
It's a wasteland.
Maybe it's not what's there, maybe it's
what will be there.
Yeah, you're right. What is he
building out in the middle of nowhere?
Oh.
I think I broke it, it's doing something.
No. The tattoo database got a hit.
Well, doesn't that happen all the time?
Almost all the new tattoos
required a hint from Roman to solve.
Now that he's sided with Crawford,
the database has been totally silent,
so something outside of Roman's control
must have triggered the system.
- Which tattoo? - The beetle.
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Is that my dad?
Um... No, no, no.
It's just a sort of Google alert I set up on my phone.
- I gotta go to New York. - Now?
Does this have something to do with the FBI raid at my gala?
No. No, no, no, it's boring, trust me.
Boring like my dad buying land from a terrorist?
That's why you need to leave immediately,
why you can't tell me what it is.
- Blake... - No, I'm part of this company, too,
and I'm tired of being kept in the dark.
We're not trying to keep you in the dark.
We're trying to keep you safe. This trip's just gonna be
a long line of meetings and more meetings.
That you can't tell me about.
Okay, well, you better get going.
Just stay safe, Tom.
I'll call you when I land.
That thing's kind of ugly, even for an insect.
That's because it's two completely different species.
The left side's a golden stag,
the right side is a rhinoceros beetle.
Why are you looking at me like that?
I have other interests.
So, it's one of a kind.
Is that why the database didn't match it to anything?
Until today. So this book, "Golden Rhino,"
was just posted for pre-order on WriteBound.com.
The summary claims that it reveals the military's
best-kept and most explosive secret.
So what do we know about the author?
Daschelle Watkins.
No government or military background, no arrests.
He was a history professor at Cornell
but denied tenure a few years back.
There must be some reason Roman was
- pointing us toward him. - Let's bring him in.
See what this explosive secret's all about.
Okay, Daschelle.
Call me Dash.
Dash. Tell us about your book.
The one you're trying to stop me from publishing?
Please. It's been on pre-order
for two hours and you guys haul me in?
Our joint task force roots out corruption.
Now, if your secrets are as explosive as you say they are,
we need to investigate them.
You can help me get the truth out there?
Yeah, yes, we can. Definitely.
The truth about what?
Golden Rhino.
It's a super secret military weapons program,
and it's responsible for the assassination
of General Joseph Baxter.
He died in a plane crash. That was an accident.
Sure, on paper.
But Baxter was involved in the development
of the most advanced weapon system
the military has ever commissioned,
and when he tried to cut funding,
that very weapon was used to kill him.
So how do you know all of this?
I did my own research.
Define research.
Classified government documents.
How did you get these documents?
I had a hacker group find
Golden Rhino communication logs.
And those prove Baxter was assassinated.
I mean, it's fragments, but if you know where to look
and how to put it all together, which I do,
it's pretty clear what happened.
Let's just pretend it's not, for fun.
Someone very wealthy and very powerful
wanted that weapon for themselves
and that's exactly what they got.
What does this weapon do?
I can't tell you.
I... I... I need to show you.
I need my research, my book.
Okay. We'll make sure agents get you your stuff.
If we're joining forces, I need to ask you,
are you willing to see this through to the end?
Because this weapon, it can strike anyone,
anywhere, and it leaves no trace.
And if it gets out that you're investigating Golden Rhino,
then everyone in this building will be a target.
Here's your book.
Out with it.
We want specifics on Golden Rhino.
Why don't you read it?
Nope. There's too many pages.
Just give us the Cliff's Notes.
It's a very quick read.
Actually, there's a sizeable
photo section right in the middle here.
Just tell us what the weapon is.
Okay. But first let's start with who the weapon is.
Michael Ganzman.
He was the lead engineer for Varnew Industries.
Varnew is one of the largest
defense contractors in the country.
We know what they do.
Look, this is the same emblem that's on your book.
See? It's all there.
It's not all there, Dash. It's all redacted.
Read between the lines.
What does Golden Rhino do?
Ganzman can explain it better, but he's been off the grid
for a couple of months. Maybe the FBI can track him down.
Why won't you answer that simple question?
Because you'll think I'm crazy.
Answer the question.
It's a mind control device.
So that's why his book had to be self-published.
He's a conspiracy nut.
Yeah, to put it mildly.
I've been digging through this research from his apartment.
He has theories on everything.
Dinosaurs never existed.
The moon landing was fake.
The Boston mob bought the Patriots' Super Bowl victories.
That one makes sense to me.
It didn't work this year.
All right, I know all this sounds crazy, no doubt,
but what he said about Ganzman is true.
He worked at Varnew until he got fired,
then dropped off the map.
And there was a real weapons contract
between Varnew and General Baxter.
Classified military tech does sound
like something Crawford would be into.
Maybe we should bring in some of the execs
from Varnew, see if they'll talk.
No, if we go after them directly,
their lawyers will eat us alive.
I think we should focus on finding Ganzman for now.
If he's not dead.
I haven't been able to find any digital footprint on him
since he dropped off the grid.
Well, look into his analog life.
You got all these boxes here.
This is not even a quarter of Dash's files,
and there's no system to any of this.
- It's all just... - Get him to help you make sense of it.
That assumes there's sense to make.
- You'll be fine. - This is...
Yeah. Who doesn't want to sift
through the collected works of a madman with...
said madman. That sounds super fun.
Hey. Can I talk to you about Avery?
- What about her? - I'm worried she's in a bad place.
With everything she's learned about her dad
and then being stuck in that safe house, I just...
I don't want her to feel like a prisoner.
She is a prisoner. Kind of.
Roman just took a shot at all of us,
so we have to assume that Avery is a target as well.
Maybe there's a better way to protect her.
Like?
What if she moved in with us?
Really?
Yeah. Sure.
But it's not up to us to make that decision, right?
It's up to Avery.
I'm telling you, nothing here will help us find Ganzman.
I've been searching for him for months using this stuff
and there's zero,
- nothing. - Just point me
to everything that you have on him.
There's a little bit sprinkled in every box.
How is that even a filing system?
No, no, no. This is not a filing system.
This is a security system, okay?
In case anyone comes looking.
Someone is looking. Us.
Okay. I am looking at the same intel as you
and nothing here says mind control.
They're not gonna spell it all out for you.
These are all pieces to a bigger puzzle.
You just need to see it.
Better yet, listen.
A copy of the black box recorder
from Baxter's plane before it crashed.
How do you have that?
Let's just say I bought it on the dark web.
Did you buy it on the dark web?
Yes. Let's plug it in here.
Okay, okay, hands off my computers, Mulder.
Check heading, 2-7-0.
2-7-0, copy.
Read back airspeed.
Hey, are you okay? What's...
The windows, they shatter.
Neither pilot calls for help.
They just...
They just go silent.
And then the warbles.
I'm sorry.
The... warbles?
The brain ray.
You hear it.
I hear static.
Pulsey static. Warbles.
Okay, thank you for that
very illuminating bunch of nothing.
What is this a list of?
Suspects.
For?
Triggermen.
- Found Ganzman yet? - You left me in a room
with a hundred boxes full of garbage
and a lunatic ranting about a brain ray,
so let's just lower our expectations
just a little bit, okay?
So what have you found?
Potentially, a triggerman.
See, Ganzman couldn't have fired the weapon
at Baxter's plane.
He was speaking at a conference
that day in Miami, so Dash made
a suspect list of every out-of-towner
within 100 miles of the crash site
using hotel reservations,
credit card transactions and cell tower data.
- That is a pretty wide net. - Yeah.
Until I cross-referenced his list with our database
and came up with one very interesting guy
staying within six miles of the crash site.
Surjik Fells. Two tours in Afghanistan,
dishonorably discharged for drug possession.
First job out of the military, security gig at Varnew,
hired by Ganzman himself.
- Where's Fells now? - Back in prison,
arrested three months ago on another drug charge.
I'll call the warden, get him transferred to our custody.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hello, Surjik.
The dash cam captured everything.
- When did this happen? - About an hour ago.
Roman must've gotten a heads-up
when the tattoo got triggered.
He's sabotaging us.
He knew we'd be going after Fell,
so he beat us to him.
He must be going after Ganzman, too.
Whatever this weapon does,
Roman just stole our only way to find it.
What the hell do you want, man?
Where's Michael Ganzman?
Who?
I know you worked with him.
I know you stayed in contact. Where is he?
I've been in jail. How would I... Oh, God!
I know you used his weapon
to bring down Baxter's plane for him.
Now, a guy as careful as Ganzman isn't letting you live
without checking in once in a while.
I don't know, maybe even paying you off
while you were in jail so you don't give him up.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Okay. - No, wait, wait!
Oh, Jesus.
Let me rephrase.
Where's Ganzman?
Make a sound and it's the last one you hear, got it?
Hey, I was just gonna call you.
Tom, where are you?
Oh, just... just got to the hotel. Settling in.
Great, I'm leaving the airport now.
- You're in New York? - Yeah, I'll see you soon.
Oh, I gotta run. Bye.
Turns out I'm a little pressed for time.
Just bought you a little more.
Must be your lucky day.
Just please... No, stop!
Please! Please, wait!
Wait! Okay, wait!
Look, as crazy as it sounds,
Dash's conspiracy theory must have some truth to it.
Why else would Roman stick his neck out to grab Fells?
To protect Crawford.
If this weapons program leads back to him,
Ganzman's a loose thread.
I've authorized a full scale manhunt.
And I've put together a list
of every place Ganzman's ever rented,
owned, or squatted in.
We've sent teams to every one of them now.
In the meantime, I want you two to go to Varnew Industries
and bring in all their top execs for questioning.
I thought it was too big of a risk to go to them directly.
I know. That was before Roman got involved.
Now it's a race.
- How's that paralytic? - Please...
There's only one way out of this.
Tell me where Ganzman is.
I don't...
Don't what? Don't want to live?
Keep doing what you're doing.
Tom?
Shh.
It's me.
Hello?
Are you up here?
Tom, are you up here?
Hey. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in.
I was just about to get cleaned up.
No, I can see that.
So how come you're here?
Um, I mean, not that I'm complaining...
I... I actually wanted to finish our conversation from earlier.
Okay. Well, um...
Why don't you go unpack, settle in?
I'll finish up in there and then we can talk.
Okay.
Okay, now we're both out of time.
Tell me where Ganzman is or you're fish food.
I told you I...
Shh.
Choke quieter.
You're insane.
Yes, which is why you should not upset me.
- Bye, Surjik. - Oneonta!
- Oneonta. - Shh.
It's a cabin.
He bought it from a friend.
- You're sure? - He paid cash so it couldn't be traced.
And that's the only place?
There's nowhere else he could be?
There's a factory.
- Where? - Woodstock.
He... He leases it.
But he'd have to be desperate to...
Please, don't kill me.
I know you're upset I had to run off.
No, it's not just that.
You haven't unpacked.
Because all I want to do is talk to you,
and that hasn't been easy.
Okay.
I'm all ears.
My relationship with my father has always been frustrating.
Information flows one way and it's never from him.
And the way you left me this morning
gave me that exact same feeling,
like you're keeping things from me.
That is not what I was trying to do.
I don't want our relationship to become
just as opaque as the one I have with my father.
I want more for us.
So do I.
I know I need to be more present
and more open with you, and I know I can do that.
Starting right now.
How about a little trip upstate,
just the two of us?
Really? What about your meetings?
Ah, I'll push 'em a couple of days.
What will my dad think?
He won't.
Our turn to keep something from him.
Where do you want to go?
Well, I hear there's a great bed and breakfast in Oneonta.
Oneonta? There's not much there.
Exactly.
Perfect place to hide and just focus on each other.
Deal.
Okay, great. Let's go.
Well, I'll call them from the car.
Okay.
You ready?
_
Absolutely.
Where are we?
Should we do this briefing somewhere more private?
I know you're talking about me.
He's provided useful intel, so I cleared him to continue.
All right. Jane and Weller are on their way back
with some very upset Varnew execs.
Seems like "lawsuit" is their new favorite word.
What about the field teams at Ganzman's possible locations?
The properties we've searched so far all came up empty,
but Charlie team is in the chopper
on their way to Oneonta, a friend's cabin.
Ganzman spent a lot of time at when he was younger.
Kind of a long shot.
We might get lucky. What's their ETA?
Charlie Team,
Assistant Director Reade is requesting an ETA.
Charlie Team inbound to Oneonta.
ETA to touchdown at cabin two minutes.
- Copy. Loop us in when you land. - Copy.
Are we any closer to figuring out
what this weapon actually does?
What part of brain ray don't you people understand?
Some of the documents Dash found
allude to a full system shutdown.
My guess is that it's some version of an EMP blast,
but that doesn't gel with the black box
from Baxter's plane surviving the crash.
The people are the systems.
It shuts down people. It takes over their bodies.
Oh, no, we get it, Dash. It's super plausible.
Initiating landing.
No sign of anyone outside the...
Charlie Team, say again.
Sorry, something's off.
My head... My nose is bleeding. What's...
Listen.
Do you hear that?
It's warbles.
Oh, my God.
Charlie Team, abort mission.
Get out of there now. Do you copy?
What's going on?
The black box from Baxter's plane
had the same static pulse and...
Oh, my God, I think I know what it is.
I... It's... It's not a mind control device.
Ganzman developed a hyper-focused sonic weapon.
The pilot's nose is bleeding because sonic waves
are making his brain hemorrhage.
Charlie Team abort, abort!
Charlie Team, come in?
They just went down.
This weapon is very real
and very active.
I gotta get out of here.
- No, Dash, we need your help. - Help?
Four agents just died because of me.
This isn't your fault!
Oh, come on, it is.
I thought this was about mind control.
You guys were right. I'm... I'm crazy.
No, no! You uncovered a major conspiracy
and your theory wasn't far off.
You thought this weapon controlled people
through a brain ray.
A sonic weapon uses a beam of sound waves or ray
to cause organ failure.
It doesn't control the brain,
it controls the body by shutting it down.
That sounds crazier than mind control.
The military has been using this tech on warships
to defend against pirates,
but Ganzman's weapon is more powerful
and has greater range.
Well, can't you guys just, you know,
release the hounds and scoop 'em up?
The hounds are already out there,
but there's no sign of him or the weapon.
- We need you. - What, me?
- Yeah. - Oh. What can I do?
I need your help combing through your research.
You know your work better than anyone.
Is that just a nice way to say you can't read my handwriting?
It's literally the worst I've ever seen.
Does the FBI want a lawsuit? Is that what this is?
You show up unannounced, drag me and my employees in here
without any charges, only wild accusations...
One of your engineers just used a sonic weapon
to kill four federal agents.
Former engineers.
We laid Michael Ganzman off last year.
His project was a failure.
If it's operational now, it's news to me.
He built it for your company
and he's on the run, so where would he go?
Well, if I knew, I'd tell you.
I have no reason to protect Ganzman.
Frankly, I was happy when we cut him loose.
His salary was a crater in our budget.
Looks like it still is.
You're still paying Ganzman.
That tells me that he's still the head engineer
of the Golden Rhino weapons program.
I'd like my lawyer now.
It's perfect.
Hey, who knew Oneonta had the most
charming bed and breakfast in the state?
- The sirens. You don't think... - No.
No, I told you, we haven't done anything wrong.
They're after Bruyere, not us.
How can you be so sure?
Well, the sirens are passing.
There's a lot more ambulances than cop cars.
We have an update on the FBI helicopter
that crashed in the northeastern region of Oneonta.
Sadly, the four agents
who were aboard the aircraft did not survive.
That's awful.
Actually, um, this room is starting
to make me feel a little claustrophobic.
Oh, well, there's a spa that we could explore.
I'm not really in the mood.
You were so gung ho about this trip but now suddenly...
Tom, what is going on?
Are you gonna tell me what's going on or not?
Blake, I'm not who you think I am.
Tom, why are you talking like that?
My name's not Tom. It's Roman.
I killed the real Tom Jakeman
and assumed his identity.
Then I bought my way into your world
so I could take down the Crawford empire.
But then I fell in love with you
and your father's vision to make a world without borders,
to build a global army beholden to no master but peace.
And now all I want is to be a part of this family.
But my old life, my old plan, is still a threat to us.
That... That helicopter crash
means that the FBI is closing in
on someone who could destroy your father's life,
someone who could ruin everything.
I lied to you about who I am...
but not how I feel about you.
The man who loves you is still standing right here,
even if his name isn't Tom.
Tom?
Are you gonna tell me what's going on or not?
I was... I was
in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan.
I think it's just stirring up some memories.
I'm... I'm sorry, I had no idea.
Do you... Do you want to leave?
No, no, this trip is about us.
Maybe we could just call it an early night, though.
I think jet lag's really messing with me.
Sure. Yeah.
Any progress?
We've brought in seven Varnew executives.
Six of them requested counsel.
Make that seven.
This isn't gonna work. We can't sort through this
with lawyers and red tape.
If Ganzman is connected to Crawford,
then he's probably got the resources
- to disappear again. - Or be disappeared.
Roman's already ahead of us. We are so close.
We can't let him slip away.
Camille Moon, the CEO Weller's been talking to,
she knew Bob Drabkin,
- Avery's dad. - Wait, how do you know?
Dash has the phone records for every Varnew employee.
I... No idea how.
But Camille Moon made calls
to a number we previously established
as Drabkin's burner phone.
So Avery's dad was involved with this weapon, too.
Baxter wants a demonstration,
then maybe we should give him one.
Have you reached out to her yet?
Avery said she's only met Moon a few times
and she doesn't know her that well.
We should bring her in anyway.
See if she remembers anything else.
Actually, I have a better idea.
Funny, you don't look like my lawyer.
What part of this process don't you understand?
We have someone who's willing to cooperate with us.
As soon as they give us
anything we can find Ganzman with,
any deal for you is off the table.
I'm not doing anything without my legal counsel.
This witness is already talking.
Miss Drabkin, are you absolutely certain your dad
was involved with a Varnew weapons project?
I'm positive.
Who did he work with there?
Camille Moon, the CEO.
Well, how did you know she was in business with your dad?
- Did he tell you? - No, he never told me anything.
Like I said, I'll wait for my lawyer.
So if your dad never talked to you
about the business he had with Miss Moon,
how do you know he was involved
with the Varnew weapons project?
My dad kept a journal on everything.
That's how I know. Phone calls,
appointments, meeting times.
Camille Moon's name is written all over it.
Okay, where is this journal?
- It's in my bag. - Let's go get it.
Nice work. You really sold it.
Now let's just hope she buys.
I'll let you know when your lawyer gets here.
Wait!
You're not gonna pin murders on me
for something Ganzman did.
So start talking.
Drabkin wanted us to deliver the sonic weapon to him
instead of the US military.
He paid me to look the other way. I let it happen.
Why did Drabkin want it?
I don't know. He was a middleman.
I just always figured he was working for a competitor,
one with very deep pockets.
So any idea where Ganzman is right now?
No. But I can find out.
How?
He's tried to call me seven times today.
Finally.
I've been trying to reach you for hours.
Sorry, Mike, I've been in meetings.
What's so urgent?
- I'm in trouble. - With who?
With the Feds.
Where are you? I'll come to you.
I'm at the factory in Woodstock where we used to test it.
I'm on my way.
Arriving in Woodstock, New York,
in two hours and 15 minutes.
We have to assume Ganzman is holed up
in that factory with the sonic weapon, so let's be cautious.
I guess we can rule out taking the chopper.
You should take an armored Humvee.
The heavy plating
should lessen the effects of a sonic blast.
Wait, hold on. Just lessen?
A sonic weapon this powerful
only existed in theory until today.
I don't have hard numbers for any of this stuff.
We'll work with what we've got.
Now, Woodstock is a two-hour drive away,
so if we want to get ahead of Roman,
we need to start moving. Let's go.
Hey.
Camille, is that you driving up.
In the Humvee? Yeah, it's me.
All right, just stop there and walk the rest.
What? No.
- I don't want to waste any more time. - What do we do?
We just keep driving, get as close as we can.
Okay, then just stop the truck, get out and wave first.
Why? I came in this thing for a reason.
I need to feel safe.
Well, I need to make sure that it's you.
It'll take one second.
I'm not playing games, Mike.
- Stop being so paranoid. - No!
You have no idea what I've done, okay?
Just stop the truck!
You can tell me when I get there, okay?
Mike?
Are you still there?
Mike?
Kurt, your nose.
All right, let's go! Everyone out!
Wait! Get to the back of the car!
- Are you guys okay? - Barely.
That thing is strong enough
to break through bulletproof glass?
Apparently.
Patterson was right.
The sonic beam can't hit us directly
as long as we keep the truck between us.
Okay, but we can't stay out here forever.
No, we can't. I'm going in.
Weller, that would be very not good.
The sound waves will get stronger the closer you get.
Your heart will give out before you make it.
Okay.
Any suggestions?
Run. Run! Get out of there!
Shut up, Dash!
That's not how we do things.
Okay, we gotta figure out a way
to knock it out from here.
Jane's right.
When was the last time you girls went bowling?
Fan out.
Find Ganzman!
Mr. Ganzman.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Relax.
I'm a friend.
I'm with Hank Crawford.
Oh, thank God. Okay.
Okay, we gotta get out of here.
- There's FBI everywhere. - Hey, hang on, hang on.
Before I get you out of here. I just need to know one thing.
The Feds traced the weapon back to you through Varnew.
Can they trace it back to Crawford, too?
- No, no, there's no way. - There's no way?
I'm positive, I'm positive, yeah.
Camille Moon, our CEO, she was paid off,
but she never knew who the weapon was for.
I was the only one dealing with Crawford's people.
Wait, just wait! Wait! Just...
Crawford still needs me. He still needs me, okay?
He can't... He can't pull off his plan
without my technology!
No!
Sometimes plans change.
I found Ganzman. He's dead.
Roman's here.
Hands!
Hey, sis.
Long time no see.
It's good to see you again... But I gotta run.
It's over, Roman. You're not getting out of here.
Sounds like a challenge.
Interesting.
You're a better shot than that.
If you wanted to kill me, you could have,
which means that you don't.
Doesn't mean I won't if I have to.
Sis, you really believe that?
Even I don't believe it, and I'm the one being shot at.
Killing me would be like killing part of yourself.
Well, maybe it's the part that needs to die.
You're a monster now,
and monsters needs to be put down.
Goodbye, Jane.
Good to know.
Roman!
You okay?
No, I'm not. I lost him.
We have to fan out. We have to find him.
Where have you been?
I couldn't sleep, so I went for a drive.
For five hours?
Yeah, I had a lot on my mind.
Care to share?
What if we just dropped everything and...
ran away together?
- Tom... - Hey, I'm serious.
Some... Some paradise.
Anywhere you want.
Just nothing...
Nothing but each other.
That sounds perfect.
But I like my life.
I can't just leave my friends and my family
and my charity work. I can't just...
No.
No, of course not.
You know, I can't...
I can't help you if you shut me out.
What do you want to run away from?
- My past. - The war is over, Tom.
No, not for me.
It'll always be chasing me, trying to devour me.
So don't let it.
Don't look back, just look forward.
I want to.
I love you more than anything.
You are my future.
And I want to burn my past to the ground.
Then do it.
Wipe it all away and if you feel like you can't just...
talk to me.
You're my future, too.
And when you hurt, I hurt.
Look, we can beat this, whatever this is.
You are a soldier and soldiers don't run.
They stay and they fight.
You're right.
But first, they rest.
Rest is overrated.
You know, they're not gonna just visit
from some distant planet, right?
You know, they were born right here on Earth.
And where are these beings located?
- Detroit, mostly. Yeah. - Okay.
We've found some in Buffalo.
Wait, what happened? Did we win?
Uh, yeah.
We won, Dash, thanks to you.
Now we gotta go talk about what you saw today
and how you're not gonna tell anyone about it.
This is a cover-up. I'm part of a cover-up?
You're definitely part of a cover-up.
We have to thank you for your help today, Avery.
Did you find this Ganzman guy?
We did, but Roman found him first.
What about Crawford?
Can you connect him to this weapon,
use it to take him down?
We think that Ganzman was the only link.
That's why Roman killed him.
So they beat us again.
We stopped Crawford from getting an extremely dangerous weapon.
Whatever he needed it for, that's off the table now.
Jane's right.
This is a huge dent in his plan.
Not that we know what that is yet.
Look, we know that this has been hard,
and being stuck in that safe house
isn't making it any easier, so...
would you like to move in with us?
We understand if you don't.
You know, it might be nice for you to have some freedom
and, you know, some really great company.
You'd ditch my security detail?
No, we won't.
They would be stationed outside on the street.
It's the best we can do right now.
Okay.
- Yeah, I'd like that. - Really?
You're welcome to stay for as long as you want,
and once we take Roman down,
then you're free to go wherever you want.
If we take Roman down.
It's just a matter of time.
I saw the look in his eyes today.
He's scrambling and he knows it.
You need help cleaning up?
Uh... No, thanks.
We're almost done, anyway.
Yeah.
Tattoo hit.
Yeah.
It's the koi fish.
Let's see what my database found.
Uh, that's weird.
50 hits on the same tattoo.
Whoa. I'm getting hits on a bunch of tattoos,
hundreds of them, including ones we've already solved.
What the hell is happening?
The Internet's being flooded with information,
triggering every tattoo at once.
There's 600 now.
2,000. 5,000.
It's Roman.
He's flooding the database with false positives,
covering Crawford's tracks and now his.
We're operating completely in the dark.
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