"Previously on "Blindspot"..." "She can't remember who she is, where she came from, nothing... before she crawled out of that bag in Times Square." "  Do you recognize her?" "  No." " Then why is your name tattooed on her back?" " All of her tattoos are brand-new." " It's a treasure map." " It's a Navy Seal tattoo." " If she was Navy, she'd be in our database." " Not if she was Special Ops." " Aah!" " I know why my name is on her back." " I think Jane Doe is Taylor Shaw." " Taylor Shaw has been missing for 25 years." " And she's not missing anymore." " We're not seriously gonna keep doing this, are we?" " Blindly following her tattoos is reckless." " I don't know why." " I don't know who." " But someone sent her back to me." " That's impossible." " Don't make a sound." " Now, I'm gonna take my hand away, but I need you..." "Stop!" " Stop!" " Ptuh!" " I don't wanna hurt you." " Aggh!" " I came here to help." " How did you get in here?" " We..." "We avoid detection." " It's part of our training." " You'll be fine." " I remember you." " What?" " That's impossible." " Who are you?" "!" " Who am I?" " I'll tell you if you let me go." " Did they find the SEAL tattoo yet?" " Who did this to me?" " Why did they send me to the FBI?" " You can't trust them." " Wh..." "How the hell did this happen?" " We don't know." " No signs of forced entry." " Her detail did a thorough sweep." " I want them all suspended." " I know these guys, they're good men." " Then how'd he get in there?" " The shooter?" " Trajectory suggests he was across the street on the roof." " The building's abandoned." " No shells, no trace." " Please, tell me we know who that guy is." " Print, dental, bloodwork... there is nothing in the system." " We're gonna run an autopsy just in case..." "It's just like Jane Doe all over again." "  Guy's a ghost." "  I don't believe in ghosts!" " So all that we do know is that we can't protect her." " How is she?" " Pretty banged up." " When are we gonna catch a break on this?" " We're coming up on it." " Everyone set?" " Omar?" " Get down!" " You!" " Everybody on the floor!" " 30 seconds!" " This is a robbery!" " Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt!" " 20 seconds." " Don't be stupid." " Stupid people die." " Hands down, on the floor!" " I said hands down!" " Come on!" " Let's go, let's go!" " That's it, let's wrap it up, wrap it up!" " You, up, now!" " Hey, we're on borrowed time." " This is worth it." " Open it up." " That wasn't part of the plan, leave it." "  And I said open it up!" "  We're in the red zone." " Cops are gonna be here any second." " Move!" " Move!" " Go!" " Come on." " No!" "  We have to go!" "  We can't leave him!" " The cops are almost on us, we have to go!" " We can't leave him!" " It's all right to be upset." " I'm not upset." " A home invasion isn't..." "That's not my home." " A break-in is an intimate violation." " But this is a real chance for us to..." "I've been drugged." " My memory has been erased." " My entire body has been tattooed without my consent." " A break-in at my safe house is the least intimate of my violations." " And feelings of anger, feelings of resentment, are all completely natural." " Do you feel safe, Jane?" " I can handle myself." " I can see that." " But it's not what I asked." " Do you trust the FBI to keep you safe?" " The evidence from the Taylor Shaw case arrived this morning." " Patterson thinks she can have conclusive DNA results in the next eight hours." " If Jane Doe is Taylor Shaw, we'll know by the end of the day." " We should tell her that we're doing this." " Before the results?" " Absolutely not." " Why?" " She's part of this investigation." " She should be included." " What if this triggers a memory that breaks this case wide open?" " Assisting this investigation." " How can you be so sure we can trust her?" " Look, what if you're wrong about all this?" " Imagine how that's gonna feel for Jane, finally thinking she knows who she is, only to have it stripped away again." " Borden thinks toying with her like that could damage her trust in us, not to mention cause unnecessary strife." " No, we need to wait." " I'm not wrong." " Doctors clear you?" " Yeah." " My jaw is killing me." " What were you and Mayfair talking about?" " We were just wrapping up another case." " I'm sorry this happened to you, Jane." " Which part?" " A lot's happened to me recently." " All of it." " We are going to move you to a more secure place." " Do we know who he was?" " No, he's the same as you." " No prints, no DNA, no trace of him in the system." " No, I... he..." "I remember him." " We used to know each other before all of this." " We trained together." " I think he was my friend." " Did he say anything to you?" " You can't trust them." " You don't know anything about him?" " How he got into the safe house or... or who shot him?" " No." " We're working on it, Jane." " No, he didn't say anything." " He didn't have time." " So we're nowhere closer to knowing who I am?" " No." " I'm sorry, Jane." " You're gonna wanna see this." " There was a pretty brazen jewelry heist this morning." " Most of 'em got away, but they apprehended one assailant." " And what has this got to do with us?" " The perp has a SEAL tattoo." " Lots of people have SEAL tattoos." " Most of them aren't even seals." " True, no two are alike." " No official design." " Just a million variations, usually based around this trident theme." " But this guy his tattoo is exactly like Jane's." " There is our break." " Ma'am, we're looking for the robbery suspect brought in this morning." " That's him there." " Hey, Kurt Weller, FBI." " Sergeant Vasquez, NYPD." " So, he's still pretty messed up." " They're taking him back to surgery." " Hey... you guys taking point on this?" " No, I wanna talk to him about another matter." "  What else you got on him?" "  Not much." " We're still waiting on his prints." " Why, you got an ID?" " No, not yet." " Call me..." "when he comes to." "  You got it." "  Thanks." " He can't die." " We'll search for the rest of the team, Jane." " If he knew you, maybe the others knew you as well." " I hope Reade and Zapata are having better luck." " They're known as the Candymen." " What?" " Because of their brightly-colored masks." " They're an international heist crew." " Interpol has a file on them that's like three inches thick." " They've hit jewelry stores all over the States," "Paris, Monaco, Dubai, Hong Kong." " The past two years, they've walked away with over $70 million in gems and precious metals." " This three-inch file, does it happen to mention who they are?" " No, they're good." " Masks, in and out in under a minute every time." " Until today." " They got overconfident." " That's the picture witnesses paint." " You figure out who this guy is yet?" " Kind of." " Prints just came back." " Casey Robek." " Racked up quite a police blotter as a juvenile." " South Jersey kid, gets into all sorts of trouble." " When he was 18, a shrink diagnosed him with high intelligence, utter amorality, and inherent violence." " So guess who scoops him up." " Someone who figured they could add honor, courage, and commitment to that list." " The SEALs recruited him right out of jail, along with his older brother Travis and their friend Omar, and then they disappear for about ten years." " Not a single entry in their file." "  More ghosts." "  Yeah." " Until two years ago." " They all get honorably discharged." " Two years ago is exactly when the Candymen started knocking over jewelry stores." " Pretty sure that's not a coincidence." " Now, these guys got black ops written all over them." " What are they gonna do, retire?" " No... they're gonna put their skills to work." " All right, we gotta find Travis and Omar." " If Casey might have known Jane, they might have too." " So SEAL recruiters view amorality as an asset?" " Yeah, what are you saying?" " Jane was a SEAL." " What is your problem with her?" " We barely know her, that's my problem." " Look, I'm trusting Weller on this one, and you should, too." " Tell me the last time a victim was invited to join their own FBI investigation." " That's all I'm saying." " You guys familiar with ALPR?" " Like the dog food?" " No, not..." "A-L-P-R..." "Automatic License Plate Recognition." " It tracks feeds from toll booth and road rule enforcement cameras." " It's a mountain of data, so..." "I started to look for plates having any connection to do with our known suspects, and I got a hit..." "late model sedan belonging to one of Casey and Travis's cousins." " According to its normal patterns of behavior, it should be in an office park in North Philly, where the cousin works." " So where is it?" " Driving around the outer boroughs of New York City." " Anyone think that's a coincidence?" " Good timing." " Did he recognize you?" " No, he's still in surgery." " We think one of our suspects is at a mini-mall in Queens." " All right, catch me up on the way." " Should I get one of those?" " You've got one." " It's there." " It's attached to the car." " Yeah, so are you." " Okay, you two, a number of shops here." " So we're gonna split up, clear 'em one by one." " Jane, radio us if you see him in the parking lot." " Jane, please." " I think I've proven I'm pretty useful in the field, no?" " Yeah, you have." " That's exactly why you're here." " So hang back, play safety for us." " Keep an eye on the parking lot." "  No, I..." "I can..." " Jane..." "If you wanna discuss the boundaries of your role on this team, that's fine." " But not here, not now." " It's important that someone keeps watch out here." " Thank you." " She has a point." " Seven stores, three of us." " Zapata, far right." " Clear that." " Reade, the one next to it on the left." " Clear 'em out one after the other." " What were you and Mayfair talking about?" " There you go, sir." " Have a nice day." " Hey, you got prepaid cell phones?" " Aisle three." " Wait, wait, I just..." "I have a... some questions." " Sure." " No, stop, wait!" " Who are you?" " I was hoping you could tell me." " What?" " Agh!" " Back alley, fall into position!" "  Are you okay?" "  Go, go!" " What happened?" " He got a jump on me." " You should've called us from the car radio." " No, if I didn't follow him, he would've gotten away." " He did... get away." " We lost him." " You don't trust me, do you?" " You're not making it easy today." " Look, if I had a radio or a gun..." "If you had have stayed in the car, you would've had a radio." " My vantage was awful, I would've missed him." " We'll never know that for sure, will we?" " What were you and Mayfair talking about?" "  Excuse me?" "  This morning." " You were talking about my case, weren't you?" "  Jane..." " No." " How are we supposed to work together" " if you don't trust me?" "  You don't trust me!" " Do you think I told you to stay in that car as punishment?" " What would've happened to you today if you got hurt, if I lost you?" " The three of us have worked together for years." " We've got a rhythm of how we do things." " You stepping out of line, you disrupt that rhythm." " So you want me to trust you?" " Start listening to what I say." " Earn it." " Get in the car... now." " So what was he buying in there?" " Antennas, a GPS, wiring, a pocket translator, and pre-paid cell phone." " Sounds like they're gonna run." " Yeah, which means that window is closing." " We can't lose this guy." " He's the only lead we have to figuring out who I am." " We're not the ones who lost him." " Enough." " I think I got something." " Okay, this one woman came in almost every other day for the past two weeks, trying on different pieces, walking around, but never actually buying anything." " All right, she was casing the joint." " That would be my guess." " Well, any idea who she is?" " Well, none of the suspects are on social media because... of course." " But their families are, so I sifted through their accounts, and I found this." " That's her." " Isabella Dechirico." " I am for sure saying that wrong." " She's friends with one of Omar's cousins." " She got a sheet?" " Petty theft, assault." " Did a little time, nothing major." " I don't understand, why don't these guys do their own recon?" " Guys like that would stick out like a sore thumb." " Send a well-dressed lady in, the staff will show them everything they have." " Heist crews do stuff like this all the time." " Let's pick her up." " Where's she live?" " Sunset Park." " Oh, but she's probably at work right now." " Il Porto on Washington." " Thanks." " You're staying here." " Why?" " 'Cause we got it." " Did you find anything in this dot-and-grid pattern yet?" " No." " See, some of these dots seem a shade darker." " So, check... check for some patterns like, maybe something in Braille or Morse code." " Oh, hey... we were just..." "I thought you were with the team." " No..." "They went without me." " I was just trying to help." " Here, come with me." " I..." "I don't think that's what it is." " It's just..." "all of this is new, and we're just trying to find our footing." " I understand that." " But this is on my body." " I should be out there with them." " Do you know what a tangram is?" " No." " It's a... it's a dissection puzzle consisting of flat geometric pieces, known as tans, which are put together to form elaborate shapes." " This team has been one shape for a very long time." " And you're a new piece." " And we're just trying to figure out how you fit into all of this." " But we're gonna find our new shape." " It's just gonna take a second." " Please, I..." "I can't go back to jail." " I'll do anything." " All right, so tell us everything you know, and we'll see what we can do." " Omar used to come in here on the regular." " His cousin used to work here." " You know, so one day we got to talking about how I done some time, and he offered me ten grand up front." " And all I had to do was case the place." " You know, watch the guards and... figure out where the high-value merchandise was, and that's it." " Can we talk to the cousin?" " No, she moved back to Brazil." " Where's the rest of his crew?" " I have no idea." " I don't know." "  Isabella..." " Really, I don't know!" " I thought you said you didn't wanna go back to jail." " Omar has a boat." " He said he'd take me out on it sometime." " He lives on it, I think, in Manhattan." " Manhattan has three marinas." " North Cove, Surfside 3/Chelsea Piers, and the 79th Street Boat Basin." " None of 'em have a boat moored there registered in Omar's name." " Could be using an alias." " I've alerted the Coast Guard, told 'em to check out anyone heading towards international waters." " And I've looped in NYPD, they're gonna help us raid all three marinas at once." " Nice work." " Weller." " It's Vasquez." " Our mutual friend is out of surgery and awake." " Thought you might wanna know." " We'll be right over." " Casey's conscious." " We gotta get over there and see if he recognizes me." " You two, raid the marina, report back to me." " I'll take Jane to the hospital." " Weller." " What?" " I'd like to respectfully suggest that I take Jane to the hospital, and you run the marina raid." " Why?" " Feels like you're a little close to this one." "  I'm fine." "  You're not." " Not when it comes to Jane." " You're wrong." " All due respect, I don't think I am." " Search the marina, report back to me." "  Kurt..." " That's an order." " Oh, we got one!" " We got a hit off the database?" " That's amazing!" " What?" " Where?" " See right above Jane's right elbow." "" Z8189..."" "That's an FBI case file." " Call it up." " I tried." " Insufficient clearance." " Okay, let me take a look." " I need a hard copy of this file right away." " Okay." " I got a hit off the new tattoo database." " What did it come up with?" " An FBI file number." " I don't know how I didn't catch it before." " It's heavily redacted, but it appears to have something to do with Saul Guerrero, leader of the Nuestra Sangre gang." " You're listed as the case officer." " Do you remember this file?" " I'll take a look." " Later." " Oh, okay." " Just... all right." " Just let me know, and we'll... got it." " Doc, it's okay if we come in?" " Yeah, sure." " He's still pretty fragile, in and out of consciousness." " Can we talk to him?" " Well, he's intubated." " But when he's awake, he can communicate non-verbally." " You might wanna take a seat, it could be a while." " Thanks." " If I would've had a gun earlier, I..." "I'm not gonna give you a gun, Jane." " What more do I have to do to prove that..." "You can start by telling me what the bearded man said to you last night." " And you can stop withholding information about my case." " He said, "Don't trust them."" "  Don't trust who?" "  I don't know." " I've been trying to figure it out all day." " You think he was talking about us?" " I don't know." " What were you and Mayfair talking about earlier?" " I told you." " It was another case." " What is that?" " Where is he?" " They moved him to another hospital." " We're here for Casey Robek!" " No one be a hero." " This will be over soon." " No signal." " And that's dead." " So that's what Travis was doing." " Buying components to build a jammer." " A jammer?" " It disrupts cell signals." " He's cut the main line, so we can't call for backup." " We're on our own." " Four men just stepped off an elevator and shot a cop!" " I tried the phones, but they're dead." " All right, I want you to grab everyone you can and put 'em into rooms and secure the doors." " All right?" " These guys aren't here for a massacre." " They're here for one thing only." " That's him." " Room 606." " Spread out and search the floor." " This was a bad idea." " I'm just not gonna let him rot in jail!" " We don't have enough time to search this place room by room." " Eventually, the cavalry's gonna come." " This isn't a vote!" " All right." " Here you go." "  I'm gonna head back out there." "  What?" " You should stay here in case Casey wakes up." " I'll draw 'em away." " What are you doing?" " You're right, you need a gun." "  What about you?" "  Don't worry about me." " I'll get another one." " Agh!" " Aaah!" " What was in those?" " I have no idea." " No, no." " Easy, easy." " You just had surgery, okay?" " You need that to breathe." " Casey, listen." " Do you recognize me?" " Well, how did we know each..." "We got company!" " I wanna know where you know me from." " Weller." " Easy, easy, easy." " Where is he?" " Suit yourself." " You okay?" " I've been better." " You?" " I took out Omar." " Yeah, I took one out somewhere around here." " Okay, who's left?" " The brother." " We should fall back, protect Casey." " 911 has reports of shots fired at St. Joseph's Hospital." " What?" " Call Reade and Zapata, tell them to meet me at St. Joseph's." " Come on, move!" " Your friend's in bad shape." " He needs to stay in the hospital." " He's my brother and I'm getting him out of here!" " In, now!" " Stairs are this way." " Come with me." " Give me your jacket." " Come on, jacket!" " Listen, your brother needs intensive medical care that you cannot provide." " If you take him out of here, he will die." "  That's why you're coming with us." "  What?" " You keep him alive, I keep you alive." " Understand?" " Shots fired in the ICU." " And we still haven't got hold of Weller." " No, they seem to be using jammers." " That's why we can't get through to his cell." " How far out is ESU?" " Ten minutes..." "we should go in now." " No, we can't go in blind." " We wait for ESU." " You try to run or draw attention to us in any way, you're the first one that gets dropped, are we clear?" " There... ambulance." " Back." " What?" " Back inside." " Get back here!" " FBI!" " Put your hands up and get down on your knees!" " Don't do it." " Put your hands up and get down on your knees!" " I will shoot you." " I'm sorry." " I shouldn't have got you back into this thing." " I just..." "I'm sorry." " Ooh!" " Casey..." "Casey, stay with me!" " We need a doctor!" " Travis..." "Where's Travis?" " Is he okay?" " I..." "I don't know." " He came back." " He came back for me." " Casey, Casey, look at me." " Hey, look at me." " We need a doctor!" " Now!" " You recognized me earlier, didn't you?" " Is he dead?" " Casey, where do you know me from?" " You don't remember, huh?" " No." " No." " Who am I, Casey?" " Wh-What?" " What?" " I ca..." "What did you say?" " Orion." " Wh-wh..." "He's gone." " I'm sorry, Jane." " You okay?" " We're fine." " I want you both checked out." " Come on, let's coordinate with NYPD." " I really am sorry, Jane." " He..." "Every time we get close to something real, it just slips through my fingers." " We have a theory... about who you might be." " And we wanted to wait for DNA results before we told you." " Who?" " When I was ten... my next-door neighbor went missing." " She was never found." " Her name was Taylor Shaw." " You're the same age." " You have the same eyes." " The same scar on your neck." " And my name..." "tattooed on your back." " You think I'm Taylor?" " You can trust me, Jane." " I've been looking for you my whole life." "" Orion" is all that he said?" " Yeah, that's right." " Any ideas?" " It's a name, it's a constellation, it's a city, it's a myth." " It is insanely vague." " And you're sure that he recognized her?" " He certainly seemed to, but he was out of it." " So Orion could mean nothing." " Are we any further on Jane's attacker?" " No, that's starting to look like a dead end." " Just once I would like to know something for certain about this case." " I know one thing for certain." " Jane is an incredible asset." " So we need to come to some sort of understanding about her role with us." " 'Cause making those decisions on the fly has been less than successful." " Am I in trouble?" " Rough day." " Can't imagine what it must be like for you." " I want to thank you for your assistance with these cases so far." " But, moving forward, I think we need to reevaluate your role." " What?" " These tattoos are leading us to increasingly dangerous places." " I can handle myself." " We think it would be better..." "I can't believe you're doing this." "... if you were armed." " You'll need to pass field certifications, of course." " But, from what I hear, it won't be a problem." " I'm on the team?" " Special Agents Weller, Zapata, and Reade insisted." " We still don't understand what's happening to you, but... we think you need to be part of figuring it out." " I don't know what to say." " They trust you." " So, I trust you." " Thank you." " Of course." " I have so many questions about Taylor." " Hey, so sorry." " Can I steal you for just a second?" " What's up?" " Oh, you know." " The... the thing that... that we..." " Yeah, I told her." "  The results for like..." "You..." "Okay, so..." "Come here." " We had your DNA tested to see if it matched Taylor's." " You have the results?" " Yes." " Uh... are you sure that we should..." "I don't know what the rules are for this type of..." "It's fine." " Tell us." " They're a match." " I ran it three times with three different samples." " You are Taylor Shaw." " You know, we really shouldn't be meeting like this." " We agreed to keep a healthy distance." " I thought it was important." " Did you look over the file?" " Yes." " Your Jane Doe is definitely troubling." " I'm growing increasingly certain that the people who did this to Jane know about Daylight." " Well, if you're really that convinced, then why is she still alive?" " I didn't hear that." " Look, if the girl knows about Daylight, she needs to disappear." " You don't get it." " She doesn't know anything." " It's the people who did this to her, created this insane treasure map... they're the ones I'm worried about." " Do we have any idea who they are?" " Not yet." " Then we need to take out the liability we do know." "  No." "  See, I've always been a "better safe than sorry" guy myself." " The tattoos are already in the system." " Killing her won't undo that." " It'll only make it worse, draw more attention to it." " I'm managing the situation." " I just thought you needed to know." " You thought right." " If that girl has information about Daylight on her body, then we are in very serious trouble." " There's only four people in the world knew about that operation, and one of them is already dead." " Don't manage the situation." " Make it go away."