Did you think that I wouldn't find out about this?
Dr. Roga, what a nice surprise.
- What can I help you with? - Zeta Interacting Protein.
The drug we designed to help people with PTSD
selectively erase memories?
When Dale and I learned it was fatal,
it should've been destroyed, but these documents show
that sales were made after the disposal date.
If ZIP is out there killing people, it's on us.
Where did you get these?
You assured us that you would do the right thing.
Dr. Roga, those responsible for the unauthorized sale
of our remaining ZIP samples... a blatantly criminal act...
have been dealt with to the fullest extent of the law.
Did we keep it quiet? Yes.
And our lawyers more than earned their money to keep it that way.
But I can assure that all of this is very much in the past.
So, while I appreciate your taking the initiative,
you really have nothing further to worry about.
Well, I better not, because if I find anything else...
You won't. We narrowly escaped
a potentially calamitous situation before,
and we won't put ourselves in that kind of jeopardy again.
And I'm glad you had the courage to bring this to me.
This company needs more people like you.
Drive and integrity
will get you pretty far around here.
Was there anything else?
- No. - Good.
Well...
If you don't mind, I...
Thank you.
Roga knows.
I don't know.
But it's time to take care of her.
And her assistant.
There you are.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
You okay?
It's-It's these headaches.
I'm just... hiding out, I guess.
Go home. You don't have to be here.
After everything you've been through...
No, I do.
If only to apologize for what I did.
What Remi did, you mean.
Remi's gone.
Except that I have all of her memories now.
And-And more all of the time.
It's-It's like I woke up from this nightmare
where I watched myself do terrible things to the people I love.
Except it wasn't a nightmare. It really happened.
Rich and Patterson, I mean, they welcomed you back with open arms.
Zapata just got perp-walked through the FBI in shackles.
She used to be as much a part of this team as I am.
- Why should I get special treatment? - You don't.
She chose her own path.
You didn't.
It's Patterson. Your results are in.
Hey, I got your text. What's the verdict on Jane?
Well, we can't just break the sacred bond
of doctor-patient confidentiality.
- You're not a doctor. - Please don't tell my mother.
We're gonna wait for Jane and Weller.
How's it going with Zapata?
- Still not saying a word. - Sounds like her.
How are you doing with everything?
We'll get to the bottom of it.
That's not what I meant.
I know.
Hey. What do you got?
Well, it's conclusive.
Your N-CRIPT procedure was a success.
You're 100% you.
Science is real!
But as we suspected, in addition to having
all of your own memories back again,
you'll also be living with Remi's memories too.
Her "Remories," if you will.
It'll take some getting used to.
We're just glad to have you back.
Thank you, all of you, for-for everything.
Look, I-I just want to...
I want to say I-I'm...
I'm so sorry for everything I did.
You weren't you.
Yeah, think of Remi
as a symptom of your illness,
like a skin rash or... traveler's diarrhea.
- Rich. - What?
Won't Weitz demand accountability for what I did?
Well, he'll be happy once I show him these results.
He really just wants to wash his hands of this and move on.
Well, I should get back. See if I can get Zapata to talk.
Thanks for the update.
- We should get going too. - Yeah.
Hey.
Wait. Sorry.
We do need to talk about the elephant in the room.
The N-CRIPT procedure
brought your memories and personality back, but...
The ZIP in my system is still killing me.
I'm not sure Roman found anything but dead-ends.
The last time we were together, he was looking into the work
of this person named... Kallisto.
Maybe it's nothing, but Shepherd told me about
a scientist named Kallisto that Roman was looking into.
It's not much, but it might help.
- Yeah, we'll look into it. - Thanks.
Lying to the FBI and the CIA.
Sabotaging an active investigation.
Aiding and abetting a suspected felon
in her operations of a known criminal organization.
Home invasion. My home, by the way.
Assaulting an officer of the law in said home.
Stealing official documents.
Am I forgetting anything?
Look, we both know how this goes.
I come in hot. You stonewall.
I empathize a little bit. Offer you something.
You counter, maybe let too much slip,
and we're off to the races.
But you have absolutely no room to maneuver here,
and eventually I get what I want.
So why don't we just cut to the part where you tell me everything?
All right, well, I got a stack of paperwork
to get to, so I'll see you in a few hours.
I want to talk to Keaton.
I thought he fired you. You saying he didn't?
If you think somehow he's your ticket out of this,
I'm sorry to tell you, but you're wrong.
Why?
He's in a coma.
You're lying. I want to speak to him.
Believe what you want. He's not coming.
You want to talk to somebody, talk to me.
Or you could sit here and say nothing.
That's fine. I got all day.
- Where I'd Del Toro? - In Toronto.
I'll set up a meeting. Friday, 6:00 a.m.
Don't be late.
Me too.
So, in order to save Jane's life,
we have to solve "Kallisto."
Okay, Kallisto. Moon of Jupiter?
Boring! I'm bored.
The real action is in Greek mythology
where she appears to be quite the little nymph.
It's a term meaning "nature spirit," okay?
Get your mind out of the gutter.
Okay, here she is with Jupiter,
who is disguised as Diana.
Not cool, Jupiter.
The gods transformed Kallisto into a bear,
- which is totally normal. - Yeah.
And then, just before she was about to be killed,
she was placed into the heavens by Zeus,
and then turned into the constellation Ursa Major.
I love a good deus ex machina.
Wait a second, bring up Roman's data cache.
Okay, Ursa Major.
Grizzly.
"Bear" with me. I think we got a match.
Okay, let's try... "Callisto."
"Paws."
Bear, again.
Try it with a "K." It's more exotic.
"Kallisto."
- Hey! - Hey!
Okay, well, Kallisto's gotta be a pretty big part
of Roman's plan if it's in the data cache.
A big part of Ursa Major...
is the Big Dipper.
That's a bit of a reach, but...
Roman used a more obscure spelling of Kallisto.
Maybe he used a more obscure name for the Big Dipper.
Shove a bum, chum.
- Ergo... - What?
The plough? Who even calls it that?
British people. They got different names for everything.
Chips? Crisps?
Who knows what the hell they're talking about?
- Ha! Ha ha! - Hey!
Okay.
Dr. Nora Lee Roga.
Let's see if you can save Jane's life.
No. This is so not good.
Okay, so we've got good news and terrible news
that makes the good news moot.
- What is it? - Roman identified Dr. Nora Lee Roga,
the creator of ZIP, as the sole key to a cure.
The terrible news? It is...
She died two years ago.
Taking Jane's cure with her.
Okay, so the only doctor
that could possibly cure Jane is dead.
- Now what? - What do we know about her?
56, deeply respected in her field,
employed for 11 years at Kearns Pharmaceuticals,
died in a car crash two years ago, has a son.
Looks like science runs in the family.
Clay Roga is an adjunct biology professor
at New York Metro University.
In fact, he lived in his mother's basement
while he got his advanced degree.
Millennials, am I right?
Clay might know something about his mom's work.
I'll reach out to him, see what he can tell us.
And I'll send someone over to Kearns Pharmaceuticals,
see what the doctor was up to before she died.
Okay, we'll keep digging into this file.
Officer Larren, how can I help you?
I think you have something of mine.
What, I steal one of your pens last time? Help yourself.
You're holding Tasha Zapata here at the FBI
instead of handing her over to the CIA where she belongs.
Clearly an error was made. It can happen.
I'm here to see that you fix it.
Zapata is the subject of an ongoing FBI investigation
and she won't be going anywhere with you,
or anyone else until I'm done with her.
I don't even know why I am talking to you.
Well, at least we agree on something.
- Didn't Weitz suspend you? - Yes.
And then he un-suspended me.
So, unless there's something else,
I kind of have a lot on my plate right now, so...
I will be back later today with the authority
to take that woman into CIA custody,
and I expect your full and complete cooperation.
You get that authority and you will have it.
You know, the CIA director's very good friends with both the AG
and the director of national intelligence.
They might want to weigh-in on this little situation.
So, whatever this investigation is,
you better finish it fast.
It's good to see you, Sabrina. Thanks for the heads-up.
I'm still a little confused about why I'm here.
Am I in some kind of trouble?
Any reason you would be?
No, not that I know of.
We're just following some leads on your mom's research.
What do you know about Zeta Interacting Protein, ZIP?
- Your mother worked on it, right? - Yeah.
Well, she didn't really talk much about her work.
I mean, she was a great scientist, but I...
she just kind of wanted to be a mom for me, you know?
- So you were close? - Yeah.
Did you follow in her footsteps?
I tried.
When she died, I almost dropped out.
But I'm trying to honor her in my own way,
working in the field she loved.
- It sounds like you're a good son. - You should take a look at this.
She always made time for me,
even when things were busy at work or when money was tight.
We'd always go to Henry's Diner every Sunday.
It was kind of our weekly thing.
I noticed that you drive a pretty nice car
for a biology professor.
Does that have anything to do with the nice,
big inheritance you got when your mom died?
I saved up.
See, we've done some digging on your mom.
You mentioned money being tight.
And for a woman trying to make ends meet...
And who declared bankruptcy...
...she left you a lot of money.
We're suggesting she may have done something illegal,
in case that wasn't clear.
So, what aren't you telling us?
Where'd she get the money for your trust?
I swear to God, I don't know.
- I was just... - You're lying and you know something!
I don't! I don't know anything!
- I swear! - Or you did something
to make sure that you got that money.
- Is that why you're acting so nervous? - Well, I'm nervous
because you're scaring the hell out of me.
Good! 'Cause I'm gonna look into every corner of your life.
I'm gonna question every person you've ever known.
And then I'm gonna unearth every questionable thing
- you've ever done, Clay. - Kurt,
can we step outside for a second?
He's trying to cut out carbs, so...
Do you see the room we're in?
This is a conversation, not an investigation.
He could be the key to saving your life.
And so if there's something that he's not...
And I get more than anyone
how much you want the truth here,
but if we're gonna get anything from him,
you have got to dial it back.
Kurt... your fire is one of the things
I love about you.
But you need to control it, okay?
Um, agents that Reade sent to Kearns Pharmaceuticals
just came up empty.
Looks like they're getting ready to lawyer up
and give us the old corporate runaround.
Could be weeks before we get answers.
- Weeks we don't have. - Yeah.
So, unless someone at Kearns talks...
Clay's all we've got.
What happened?
He took a bullet covering Jane
doing the job you were supposed to be doing.
And now he's hanging on by a thread.
I don't know what you thought he could do for you
or what lies you thought he could help you shore up,
but he can't save you.
You might not like it, but I'm the only thing
standing between you and the CIA,
and they wanna put you in a hole someplace
no one's ever even heard of.
It's time to talk, Zapata.
Okay, I've got something.
I was able to track Roga's activity
through well-hidden shell accounts to...
Thoeming Mutual, which is...
Thoeming Mutual! I love them.
...a bank known for its shady dealings
with shady characters.
I was thinking of a different Thoem...
there's one in Canada, I think.
Anyway, they don't even really exist anymore.
They've been absorbed by larger banks twice
in the last two years, but take a look at this.
Does anything look weird to you?
How does somebody set up a trust the day after they died?
Maybe they got the date wrong,
or maybe somebody else set it up.
Maybe she was a ghost.
Or maybe on the day after she allegedly died...
...she walked right in and did it herself,
which means the one person who could cure Jane...
Is a ghost!
Is alive. My God, she's alive.
Why would this scientist fake her own death?
It's not an easy thing to do. Are we sure this is legit?
We have both a digital record
and a scanned hard copy of the trust docs.
And when we compared them...
The dates don't match.
Unfortunately, it's pretty much impossible
to find out who made the alterations
now that Thoeming Mutual has been acquired twice.
We were lucky to find out what we did.
I still feel like Clay knows more than he's letting on.
You think he knows his mother's still alive?
I think he would've talked already.
I mean, he was pretty shaken up.
Yeah, I've never actually heard
someone's teeth rattle.
And even if he doesn't know anything,
if Clay was as close to his mom as he says,
maybe she's been checking in on him.
I can't believe this.
Does this mean she's alive?
She's out there somewhere?
We hope so.
And we're hoping that you can help us find her.
I don't know anything. Why wouldn't...
Why wouldn't she have told me?
Clay, I know this sounds crazy,
but your mom had a reason for doing this.
We just don't know it yet.
Maybe she was trying to protect someone she loves.
Or maybe she's the one that needs help.
You think she's in danger?
Well, we don't know that yet.
Maybe you can help us figure that out.
Of course, whatever you need.
Is it possible that she tried
to check in on you
without you being aware of it?
I don't know. Not that I know of.
Do you recognize this man?
He was looking into your mom's work
before she supposedly died.
No.
Hold the phone! Phone records, actually.
Clay's to be exact.
You've got my phone records?
Yeah, is that a problem? You said it was cool a second ago.
Would you like the court stenographer to read it back for you?
"Patterson: Maybe you can help us figure that out."
"Clay: Of course, whatever you need."
- We good? - Yeah.
- What have you got, Rich? - Series of short phone calls
with similar numbers made in suspiciously regular intervals.
Any of that, ring a bell, Clay?
Yeah, but there was never anyone there.
They came in for months, and then, when I canceled my landline,
they just started coming to my cell.
These calls all came in on Sunday nights.
Every Sunday night.
When we used to go out to Henry's Diner.
Clay, I think that was your mom.
You think it's actually her?
Clay, your mom was trying to stay connected to you,
the only way she could.
Rich, Patterson, please trace those calls.
Yeah.
Your alibi can't vouch.
You've had some time to think through it.
Now, talk.
Back at the hospital, you had no idea Keaton was in a coma, did you?
Toronto, Friday, 6:00 a.m.
Don't be late.
I have somewhere I need to be,
and if I don't get there,
something terrible is going to happen.
Something worse than what you've already been doing?
Tasha, you want me to give, I gotta get.
- Reade, please. - Talk.
I've been deep-cover with the CIA the whole time.
What do you mean, "the whole time"?
What kind of job?
Above top-secret.
Off-book, deep-cover, and dangerous as hell.
And I think you're perfect for it.
So, how would it work?
I'd be your handler and you'd answer only to me.
No one can know anything about this.
Not Reade, not Weller, no one.
Who'd know at the CIA?
You're looking at him.
You do this, you walk away from everyone.
And I don't know when or if you come back.
I'm in.
There's a shredder at the office.
Okay, so, what was the plan?
If Hank Crawford went down,
HCI Global would just find another leader.
Keaton wanted somebody on the inside
to deal with whoever took his place.
What was your in?
Crawford's daughter Blake.
I'm Julie Page. I work for Tracy Zazlo
at the Friedman Foundation for Clean Air.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Julie.
I just lost Zapata's signal.
Well, I'll see you downstairs.
Blake.
Your father's being arrested today
and so is your boyfriend.
I need you to listen to me very carefully
because I am trying to protect you.
What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?
My name is Tasha, and I'm a friend.
- You're with the FBI. - No.
- So then you're CIA. - Not anymore.
I work for me now.
And if you want to get through this, you'll need my help.
So you just make a move, she bites,
and you reel her right in?
- That's it? - Yeah.
Turns out, I'm pretty good at this stuff.
Yeah, you are.
So you trick your way into being besties with Blake,
but then we watched you get chewed out and fired by Keaton.
Do you have any idea the chance I took on you,
bringing a hotheaded FBI amateur into the big leagues?
Because this is on my head now.
You just became my mistake.
You're right. Maybe we should speak privately.
You think so?
What was that? That was theater for our benefit?
We needed to make it look like I was going rogue
in order to solidify my cover story with Blake.
- Had to be a clean break. - You call that clean?
You and Keaton have a good laugh
- in the hallway afterwards? - No.
That's one of the hardest things I've ever done.
Well, you played that perfectly.
Bonus points for the tears, by the way.
- They bought every word. - This doesn't feel right.
- We could still read them in. - No.
The only way this flies is
if you've burned your bridges at the CIA and the FBI.
You're free to go behind enemy lines now with zero baggage.
Yeah.
Now, get back in there and tell them you're done at the CIA.
And don't bother getting your affairs in order.
Don't do anything that looks like a good-bye.
And that was also the night that we...
See you soon.
I thought it might be the last time I'd see you.
But you can think whatever you want, but that was real.
Keaton called the next morning to say it was go-time.
Okay, so you fake getting fired
to infiltrate the Crawford Organization,
take down HCI Global, and arrest Roman,
but you have to stay deep-cover
when Blake kills Roman.
Do I have that right?
I know how it sounds... but it's true.
- Every word. - Even if it is,
and that's a big "if,"
you still should've told the team.
Lie or not, you still betrayed us.
I wanted to tell you so many times.
I just... I couldn't.
After Madeline murdered Blake
and the board at HCI Global,
I knew I was in over my head.
Now, what to do about you.
You need to get me out of here. We need to regroup.
Come at this a different way. I want to bring in the team.
No, you don't switch horses mid-stream.
The fact that you're still alive means she trusts you.
Your proximity and access to Madeline
are the best shot we have.
I just watched her murder a roomful of people.
That's not enough to bring her down?
The whole company has to fall,
or she just gets replaced by the next psychopath.
You're doing fine, Tasha.
You come out when I say and not a second before.
So you wanted out and Keaton said no?
I wanted your help and he said no.
But he was cool with you and Claudia
tying me up, beating the hell out of me,
and stealing documents from a secure FBI server?
I thought Claudia was going to kill you.
I knocked you out to keep you alive.
Later that night, I found out
she wasn't who she said she was.
She's MI6.
How do you know that?
Something didn't add up, so I did some digging
and found out she was British Intelligence.
I told Claudia I was CIA.
Madeline was getting suspicious of both of us,
so we decided one of us would sacrifice ourselves
to help the other appear loyal to Madeline.
Good luck.
What, did you guys flip a coin
to figure out which one of you got shot?
Everything I am telling you is true,
but I can't give you anything else.
This mission is too sensitive.
If I am not somewhere by 6:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning, everything falls apart.
Where? We'll bring the entire team.
I can't tell you. I need to go in alone.
Okay, so, now, you don't want to tell the team?
I'm-I'm a little confused here.
It is not the team I don't trust.
Madeline has ears everywhere.
Contact MI6.
Claudia will verify my story.
I reached to them before. They're not verifying anything.
But fine, I'll give 'em another shot.
Just sit here.
Reade, I am running out of time.
Damn right about that.
So the calls we think came from your mom
were routed through a number of pretty serious
VPN masking protocols.
It took some doing, but we were able to trace the source.
This "X" marks the spot where she is.
Yeah, that's amazing! When can we go?
Clay, you'll have to stay put
until we have a handle on the situation.
Yeah, she's right.
We hope the calls lead us to your mom as well,
but we won't know anything until we get there.
- Can I tell my fiancée? - Not yet. I'm sorry.
Well, if it is her, tell her I miss her.
We will. Let's move.
Rachel, can you take him back
to the conference room, please?
Honey, I'm not supposed to be telling you this,
but you won't believe it.
Those weird calls I kept getting?
It was her. My mom's alive.
I told you she wasn't dead.
We are weeks away from the biggest roll-out
in the history of this company.
If we are exposed now, we lose everything.
Tell me you can track the calls back to her location.
- I have somebody on it. - Good!
I want Roga dead by the end of the day.
And this time, Reggie, she needs to stay that way.
Nice spot.
Has a certain "no one can hear you scream" vibe.
Are you sure you wanna hang back here with Rich?
I've endured worse.
Yeah, welcome to my world.
Okay, this is all really hurtful.
Look, I'm just not sure I'm ready for anything
beyond a support role yet, but we've got you covered.
I don't care what role you play out here.
Just happy to have my partner back.
Now, should we go and find ourselves a dead scientist?
What?
He used to tell me to stay in the car.
Now he wants me to get out of it.
You guys are adorable.
- Hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Don't shoot. FBI.
Prove it.
- Kurt? - We're okay, Jane.
Stand down.
Ma'am, I'm gonna show you my badge.
It's here. See?
We talked to your son Clay.
Please, put the gun down. All we need is your help.
- Kurt, do you need us? - Negative.
Hold your position.
I'm sure the last thing your son wants
after learning his mom is alive
is to hear that she just killed two FBI agents.
We know you created ZIP.
And we have reason to believe you've been working
on the cure for its side-effects.
Side-effects? It's fatal.
We know, but if you're willing to help us,
we can try to get you your life back,
reunite you with your son.
Please.
You're our last chance.
All right, we're good. Heading inside.
You know, for someone who said they were good hanging back,
it really seemed like you wanted to get out of the van there.
- I'm good right here. - So, how does it feel
to be scientifically de-eviled once and for all?
Even knowing Remi's not coming back,
all of these dark memories of hers
just keep rolling out in my head.
I-I-I see something, or hear something,
and then, all of the sudden,
I'm remembering some horrible new thing.
It's like a minefield.
I totally know what that feeling's like.
I mean, I'll remind you that, not too long ago,
I myself was responsible for some pretty dodgy shenanigans.
Which, by the way, is the name of my Dickensian LARPing character.
My point is, you know, there are a broad range of things
on which I am incapable of feeling normal human shame,
but, there are a few exceptions.
- Like what? - You know, it's just like you.
I have certain things in my past that haunt me.
I don't even have the "good me, bad me" excuse to fall back on.
Although I was doing mountains of coke back then, so...
And you, do you feel like you changed
- since you've been on the team? - Without a doubt.
I mean, don't tell everybody,
but I'm pretty sure I'm actually fairly reformed,
thanks to you guys.
I feel like if Remi had stuck around long enough,
she would've been reformed too.
I don't know. She was pretty angry.
It's easier to make good choices
when you surround yourself with good people.
Kind of rubs off on you. Not in a weird way.
Don't make it dirty, please. I'm in the middle
of something emotional here.
I guess just... every day you gotta make a choice
to be Good Jane.
Thanks, Rich.
Although I wouldn't completely abandon the idea of Remi,
'cause, I mean, as a Halloween costume, good Lord.
Okay.
You've got a G-68 centrifuge
and the Maxor Autoclave and Sterilization unit?
If you just had the Raddatz Hybridization Oven,
this would be the coolest home lab...
Come on.
Have you ever met this man?
- Is he okay? - I'm afraid he's dead.
I wasn't fast enough.
S-so you were looking for a cure?
Yes, for a condition that I gave him.
My assistant Dale and I, we were working on treatments
for Alzheimer's Disease and some other
neurodegenerative disorders.
ZIP looked promising at first,
but when side-effects proved fatal, we insisted
that the project be terminated.
We were told it was, but they lied to us.
Must be how Sandstorm got 'em.
When I confronted Kearns with evidence of the sale,
my boss gave me a pat on the head,
assured me all was well, and sent me on my way.
The next day, Dale died.
And that was when Roman approached me.
He had been keeping tabs on us and our work.
He knew how much danger I was in before I did.
- So he helped you fake your own death? - Yeah, yeah.
And set you up with this kick-ass lab.
He was bankrolling your research.
And your son's trust account.
How close are you to finding a cure?
I have it.
I've just been waiting for Roman to come back.
I've had it for months.
I'm sorry. You've got it here now?
Yeah. Yeah, I just wish
that I could've worked faster.
It's too late to save Roman,
but it's not too late to save his sister.
Will you help us?
I'd be happy to.
MI6 isn't exactly racing to verify your story.
Neither one of us has time to wait.
You have exactly one more chance to come clean.
What happens tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.?
- Do you know who Del Toro is? - The hacker.
Supposedly unbeatable.
I am supposed to meet him in Toronto,
recruit him for Madeline.
Look.
I get that if you are still CIA,
you have a plan of your own,
but if you don't tell me everything right now,
that plan is over.
Madeline wants to crash a plane.
I don't know which one,
just that innocent people will die.
And if I don't show up to that meet with Del Toro
and figure out a way to control this,
she's gonna find somebody else to do it without me, for real.
- What is it? - It's MI6.
They haven't heard from Claudia in weeks.
She's been labeled missing and presumed dead.
They're saying you're lying.
Of course MI6 would say they haven't heard from Claudia.
We are both deep-cover on a compartmented op.
They cannot risk anyone knowing she's alive.
Not you, not the FBI.
Reade, I have told you everything,
even though that defies a direct order from my boss.
And I know how crazy this sounds,
but this, right here, this is me.
I am so sorry for what I put you through.
I can't imagine what you must have thought of me.
Who says I've stopped?
Just know that whatever terrible things you wished on me,
I wished something a million times worse.
Yes, I kept things from you. I hurt you.
But I swear to you,
I am telling you the truth right now, every word.
Reade, if you don't let me walk out of here,
everything I worked for will be destroyed.
People will die.
And all of the horrible things I did to you, to us,
it will have been for nothing.
Reade, please, listen to your gut.
Let me go.
My answer is no.
I'm not gonna let you go.
I'm sending you back out. I'm your handler now.
But get something straight.
Me and you, we're done, finished.
Whatever relationship, friendship,
whatever this was we had, it's over.
I will never forgive you for this.
- Reade, listen... - No, you listen.
You will never get close to me again.
But if you're telling the truth, then you're our best shot
at taking down Madeline, so you're going back out.
You have a function, and you will serve it
until that function is over.
All you had to do was tell me.
I could've helped you, but instead, here we are.
And if I find out you've been lying about an inch of any of this,
I swear I'll put you in a hole myself.
It's gonna take me a few moments
to prepare the stem cells for transport.
If I don't control the temperature meticulously,
it could render the cells useless.
But you can get more, right?
No, this is the only batch I have,
and they are the key to the cure.
They're called the Stanton cells.
The Stanton cells?
I thought that was a myth. Impossible to find.
Crazy-unique genetic markers.
They're real.
- How did you even find them? - Roman.
Whatever I asked for, he would just bring it.
Seems like you guys were pretty close.
When I had to shut myself off from my own son,
it was so nice to have someone to talk to.
It helped.
Knowing what Roman's life was like,
I'm sure it helped him too.
Weller, Patterson, we got company.
Okay, you got five coming your way.
We've lost line of sight.
They're heading into the house.
Jane Doe, you are 1,000% you again.
You need to put the past behind you and trust yourself now.
Get out there and do some good.
They must be in the shed.
Get down! Get down!
- This thing go any faster?! - It's a delicate process.
A few degrees off and it could completely...
- You okay? - No.
Aah!
You okay?
Got her, Patterson?
Guys, I think you might be aware of this already,
but the freaking building's on fire,
so maybe you wanna get out of there.
Kurt... Kurt, you have to get out.
No! We need those stem cells!
It's our last chance!
It's too late.
Come on. Okay.
Hey.
You can't beat yourself up.
You did your best.
If I'd been a little faster, I could've saved 'em.
Could've? Wait, could've what?
Burned yourself up quicker? I like you better alive.
There's nothing you could've done to save those stem cells.
Yeah, she's right. I mean, they were pretty much deep-fried
the second that place went "Towering Inferno."
I'm sorry for how I am.
We'll keep looking for a cure, Jane.
Yeah, and we will find one.
Well, at least something good came of this.
I just...
I just wanted to say thanks to you guys for getting my mom back.
We're happy you get to be a family again. You deserve it.
Is it really gonna be safe for us
- out there now? - It is.
Your old boss at Kearns Pharmaceuticals
and his co-conspirators have just been arrested.
They won't be bothering you for a long time.
Thank you.
All of you.
And Jane, when your brother and I last spoke,
he talked about tracking down a possible lead
on another batch of Stanton cells.
Now, he said it would be difficult,
but now I know why he wanted it so badly.
It was for you.
He loved you.
Thank you.
Well, if you find the cells,
I'll synthesize the cure.
In the meantime...
We have a lot of Sundays at Henry's Diner to catch up on.
Thank you.
You let her go?
Do you have actual proof that she's not a traitor?
No. I went with my gut.
Well, your gut just made a huge mistake.
Everything that goes wrong from here on out,
everything that Zapata does, that's on you now.
- I'm aware. - This is not over.
Hey.
You're still not gonna let yourself off the hook?
Dr. Roga just said there are more cells out there.
- They could be anywhere. - But they're not.
They're somewhere, and we're gonna find them.
You sound pretty confident.
Well, I learned two things today. What's that?
One, no matter what I may have been in the past,
I still belong out in the field doing good right now.
We agree on that.
And two, I've got a man who's literally willing
to walk through fire to save my life.
With someone like that in my corner,
we can do anything.
I'm not gonna lose you, Jane.
I'm never, ever gonna give up.
What?
You keep saying that. I like it.
Claudia.
I almost didn't recognize you without the mask.
I shouldn't be contacting you, but I heard
you were asking around for me at MI6.
You're very persistent.
And you're looking very good for someone
who's supposed to be dead.
I'm calling to confirm
that everything Zapata said was true,
and to say I'm sorry
about how things went down in your apartment.
That makes two of us.
And for the record, I was never going to kill you.
I was just trying to make it look good.
Turns out, Zapata was doing the same thing.
We just didn't know we were on the same side.
- Life's funny sometimes. - Hysterical.
You should just know that it was nothing personal on my end
and that she cares about you.
- So is this an apology? - It is.
Accepted. Thanks for the call.
Good luck.
I'm at the meet location.
Our friend should be here in a little over 15 minutes.
Actually, he's here early.
Call you soon.
Hey.
I, I appreciate your punctuality.
I-I'm Tasha.
The CIA would like a word.
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