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Samir was able to track Sara to an abandoned school in the Al-Sinaa district that's been turned into a prison camp, to make it harder to find people. Kalinda immediately engineers a bribe from L/G petty cash but Samir cuts out -- again, in a way that stops her heart -- as he's telling her which bank to send the money. Which is all fine and good for Sara, but what about the case? Well, in this moment -- and delighted to share it, in recompense for overstepping on the Sara side -- Will looks at the crashing Skype analogue and the frustration of losing Samir again, and figures out how they're going to win.
The ridiculously cute Dinesh Rekhi -- "Roger" to his customers -- works on the ChumHum help desk, assisting various users civilian and military with their use of creepy old CoursePoint. How many calls has he gotten since the Syrian uprising began in March 2011? Hundreds. And were any of those clients located in Syria? Yes, and were any of them possibly from the Syrian Ministry of the Interior? Maybe, who knows. We do, because when you call in, you have to say your license number.
Conclusion: Syria couldn't be arresting and torturing protesters without ChumHum helping them run their software. Done. Boom. Time to settle.
And not only that, but they've gotten Sara out of the school-prison, and smuggled her out to Germany, and would Jimmy like to talk to her? Yes, he would. Very much. Jimmy Fellner had a sister, a partner in crime, and when she died, he was all alone. Just drifting, on his own. And when she came back to life, so did he: Because he wasn't alone anymore. He wasn't abandoned.
All such good news. So clearly Samir is dead. Kalinda takes it pretty hard, as she apologizes to the survivors, and promises never to call there again, then switches over to the news. Talkalakh's in lockdown, with at least four dead already. Kalinda Sharma had a friend. A partner in crime. He didn't survive. It's not over; it's just over for tonight.
Diane watches Will turn out the lights for the last time -- things are falling apart here -- and, baseball bat over his shoulder, put back every file and book. Diane Lockhart had a brother; a partner in crime. It isn't over yet.
Alicia meets him at the elevator, smiling. Today he was her, and she was him. And tomorrow, his business will be hers. She'll stretch herself into the future, and find a way through pain into forgiveness. The atrocities will be far, far from her door for once. For a little while. Today was a win, even if isn't over.