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Stan, you need to
get here as fast as you can.

I'm worried about you.

Look, for all we know,
CID already has him
in custody.

Yeah? Then why haven't
we heard from Nitesh
or Maryanne?

I don't know, but I'm sure
there's a logical explanation.

There were ambulances
at the CID safehouse!

Just sit tight.
I'll be at the motel soon.

We'll talk to...

...Hans.

No.

It can't be.

Can't be
what, Stan?

It can't be what?

Him. He's here.

Oh, my God.
Stan, you have to
get out of there.

Stan? Are you there?

Stan?

Stan?

Stan?

I'm just saying,
I don't understand.

That may be what
you're saying,

but the way
you're saying it

sounds like
you don't trust me.

Then let me start over.

I love you,
and whatever this is...

This is cancer.
Maybe.

That's why you got
the blood test,
to get a second opinion.

What I don't understand
is why the Bureau
wouldn't let you

give the oncologist
the drug test.

I don't know.

I know you're
an amazing instructor,

but would our
national security
really be at risk

if someone else
trained the cadets?

What can I say?
I'm that good.

When you stopped
being a field agent,

I thought
you were safe.

Now this?

I wish I could
protect you.

You do.

In every way
that matters.

Hey.

I do trust you.

I'm here
to see Raymond.

He said
it was urgent.

Raymond is troubled.

Some man
and his airfields.

Jovan Lovic?

Raymond
wanted to meet.

The man refused
because of you.

Me?

I didn't do this
to hurt him.

Dembe.

The Havana Syndrome...
What do you know about it?

It's a series
of ailments...

Headaches, fatigue,
vertigo, blurred vision...

First reported by
American diplomats
in Cuba,

and later by U.S. personnel
in embassies around the world.

Mysterious ailments
caused by

a mysterious weapon.

A directed-energy
weapon.

Mmm. Mierce,
those are delicious.

You are a wonder.

I can't imagine a life
without either of them.

Mystery weapon.

Do you know how
to locate one?

I know that one has
recently gone missing,

one that this country
and this country's enemies

would dearly love to
get their hands on.

I thought the weapons
were made by our enemies.

Yes, well, in
the Yankee Doodle spirit of

"any way you can kill,
I can kill better,"

the Americans transformed
Cuba's pea-shooter model

into a particularly
fearsome iteration

that has the potential
to usher in

a brutal new form
of guerrilla warfare.

About Jovan Lovic...

Lovic is
my problem.

The problem you
should focus on is
finding this weapon.

These weapons can
disable people

by sending highly powered
energy waves

through walls, floors,
ceilings without detection.

According to Raymond,

the Pentagon responded to
the energy weapon attacks

by tasking DARPA to
design one of their own,

which they did,
only for the chief
engineer to disappear

along with
the prototype.

The chief engineer...
What do we know about him?

His name is
Dr. Benjamin Okara.

He immigrated to the U.S.
from Lagos when he was ten.

Agent Park,
welcome to the party.

Sorry. I got in my car
and ended up at the academy.

Habit, I guess.

Okara has a Ph.D.
in electrical
engineering from MIT,

where he won the somewhat
unusual distinction

of being the only
summa cum laude graduate

to have been suspended
four times.

Apparently, the last one was
for assembling a Zamboni

in the faculty dining hall.

AI-enabled target processing,
hypersonic missile defense.

Okara has quite
the resume.

But did Reddington say
why he went rogue?

Only that the
weapon can fetch a fortune
on the black market,

but it's equally possible
he's been turned.

We just don't know.

We may not know
his motives,

but we can certainly
find out about
the weapon he stole.

Park, Ressler,
get over to DARPA.

We need to know what
this thing is capable of.

What are you
doing here?

You sound
like Peter.

Oh, so you told him?
Good.
Of course I told him.

And then I proceeded
to lie to him about
how I found out

and why I couldn't
give the oncologist
my drug test.

Well, because it was
my test using your urine.

Which, if you hadn't
given me,

you wouldn't have known
something was wrong,

so, uh,
you're welcome.

Agents Ressler
and Park are here.

Please,
come in.

Your office called to say
you were on your way over.

Then you know
why we're here.
I do.

And as I told
the gentleman
I spoke with,

I can't comment on
classified projects.

We know about
the directed-energy
weapon,

that Okara supervised
its development,

that he's taken the prototype
and gone who knows where.

We were kind of hoping you
were the "who" who knows.

I am sorry, but I can't
confirm or deny

even the existence
of classified projects.

What about the scientists
who work on them?

Can you tell us who else
worked on the project

you can't
tell us about?

Or if the military
has at least begun
an investigation?

I wish I could,
but as I'm sure
you can appreciate,

I can't even speculate about
personnel or investigations

that may or may
not be connected
to classified projects

that may or may not exist.

You know what
isn't speculative?

That a powerful weapon
is missing,

that in the wrong hands,
it could do incredible damage,

and that you're too busy
covering your own ass

to help us prevent that
from happening.

I'm late for a meeting.

Alison will
show you out.

DARPA is investigating.

I'm sorry?

The project's secret,
and they don't
want any leaks,

but Director Reiss has
been on the phone
with investigators

every day for
the last week.

There were five scientists
on Okara's team.

Were?

Stan Rogers was killed
in a car crash
yesterday morning.

What about
the other scientists?

No one knows.
It's like they
all disappeared.

The whole team
is missing?

We need their names...
Everyone on the team.

Can you do that?

Hans! Listen,
Stan's missing.

Desert. Ash. Beware.

Oh, my God.

The ballistics match
the ones from
the homicide report

and from
my service weapon.

Honey, it doesn't mean
that you did it.

The bullet that
shot Doug Koster
came from my gun.

It's been over
eight years.
He's in our past.

What... One night,
you get drunk
and you kill him?

I went to the precinct.
I was gonna confess.

But I can't remember
what happened.

I wish you had.

Turned myself in?

Told the truth.

If you don't and they
find the ballistics,

no one's gonna believe
that you're innocent.

Oh, sorry.

We, uh, have an update
on the scientists.

I'll be right down.

I sent a blood sample
to the lab to find out
if I was drugged.

When will you get
the results?

A week.
Maybe more.

Until then, I'm not
admitting to anything.

If the police find out,
I just...

A friend ran the ballistics
on my weapon.

No one else knows,
and no one's gonna know.

We have a lot of things
to worry about,

but the police finding out
about my involvement

isn't one of them.

I'll talk to you later.

First, the scientists.

Olivia Martinez,
Nitesh Shah,
Maryanne Sims,

Hans Fielder,
and Stan Rogers.

All of them
worked for Okara,

and as of yesterday,
all are missing.

Next, cause of death.

The radiologist
who examined Rogers

says that his brain
damage is worse

than what he suffered
in the crash.

Meaning Okara may have used
the prototype on Rogers.

Why would
Okara do that?

Use it on one
of his colleagues?

If his goal was to sell it,
that makes no sense.

These scientists are
the only other people

who know how
the device works.

If he gets rid of them,
he secures

exclusive access
to the technology
for his buyer.

And provides
a demonstration

of the technology's
capabilities.

Okay, guys,

I just hung up
with Olivia
Martinez's husband,

and he spoke to
her last night,
and she was scared.

All she'd say is that
she was at a motel

waiting to meet
one of her colleagues,

so I back-tracked
the call,

and her burner
pinged a tower
in South East

that covers 30
square blocks
with two motels.

One is closed
for renovations,

and the other is the Oak Leaf
on Rhode Island and 6th.

Jovan,
this is an easy deal to make.

You have
my old airfields.

I have business that
requires access to them.

Now, I'm told you have
some concerns,
so let me assure you,

this sudden conversion
of a former colleague of mine

will absolutely not
interfere with

an otherwise
profitable collaboration.

He converted to
a federal agent.

Yes, and as a result,

has been entirely cut off
from my operations,

my accounts,
my whereabouts,

and all the people
I do business with.

So you say.

But how can we be sure
you're still not in contact?

I am
still in contact.

Believe me, having him
at an arm's length

is better than having him
sneak up behind me.

He will not be
a problem.

We need to be sure.

Killing him
would be sure.

Killing an FBI agent,
under any circumstances,

is proof of
only one thing...

Stupidity.

Killing an agent who
was a former associate

is both stupid
and bad business.

They'd only assign even more
than the usual number

of buzzcuts
to find me,

which might very
well jeopardize
our collaboration.

So, unless there are any other
helpful suggestions...

Are you
calling me stupid?

Though I'm not sure
the idiom translates.

So, yes.

Cute as a button,
isn't she?

You should see what
she does with a chicken.

Wrings it, bleeds it,
and plucks it

before it ever knows
it was dead.

Do you have a proposal?

In exchange for access
to the airfields,

I'll settle your dispute
with Jilal,

guarantee safe passage
for your product
through Panama,

and secure a place
for your granddaughter

in Brearley's
kindergarten class.

Run the numbers.
I think you'll find

your organization's
profits will soar,

to say nothing of Desanka's
block-building skills.

I will consider it.

While you do,
consider this...

Dembe Zuma
is my responsibility.

If anything is to be done,
good or bad,

I will be the one
doing it.

You know I lied about
my drug test

to hide an addiction
that I'm trying to break?

I'm not proud of it,

but there is a certain
amount of twisted
internal logic.

But what you're doing...

There's no logic
to it at all.

You tell Peter about
the diagnosis,
but not the job.

You tell Cooper
about the job,
but not the diagnosis.

Except for me,
you're hiding something
from everyone.

What makes you think
I'm not hiding
something from you?

Because there's only
so many deceptions

you can squeeze
into one day.

I'm not deceiving you.

I'm just holding back.

What?

The flood gates.

What do you mean,
like tears?

Men. Honestly.

FBI! Olivia,
can you hear me?

Are you in there?

She's dead.

911 operator.

This is Agent Park
with the FBI.

I need local police to
respond to my location.

Sir, you've got
a call on one.

Patched through
from Hoover.

Anything
from the motel?

We were too late.

Olivia Martinez is dead,
the desk manager
is badly injured,

and Okara is gone.

I want to see Park and Ressler
as soon as they get back.

Harold Cooper.

Yeah, hi. This is Detective
Marcus Heber, MPD.

Detective,
how can I help you?

I was hoping I could
ask you a few questions.

Oh? What about?

The murder
of Doug Koster.

There's one dead
and four injured.

Martinez in room 29
and the guests
in room 28 and 30,

plus the manager.

We don't have
a cause of death,

but the victim's symptoms
are consistent

with what we know
about directed energy.

Okara must have
aimed at Martinez

and the others suffered
peripheral damage.

Significant,
but not fatal.

We're pulling CCTV.

Once we get it,
we'll compare it
to what we have

from the area where
Okara's first victim
was found.

Still no cooperation
from DARPA?
None.

The Pentagon
locked down
the scene,

sent in
CID investigators.

There was a notepad
in the room.

The top page was blank,
but it had markings,

so we traced them
and came up with some
kind of a code,

something Martinez
may have written down.

There's three words.
"Desert," "ash," "beware."

Now, the forward slashes
made us think that
it was a website,

but all we got were
a list of movies

to beware of watching
on a desert island.

It's not a website.
It's an app.

Do you know
what it means?

Not yet, but the app
is called WordWorld3,

and it is a way to
communicate locations

by converting GPS coordinates
into three-word addresses.

"Desert, ash, beware"
is a place.

The app divides
the world

into 57 trillion
9-meter squares,

that is trillion
with a "T."

And this one is
at 4453 Wentworth Ave.

Olivia Martinez's
husband said
she was scared

and looking for
a place to hide.

She didn't get there,
but, uh,

maybe some of
her colleagues did.

Sir?

Right. Uh,
Wentworth Avenue.

Park, Agent Zuma,
see what you can find.

Detective,
thanks for coming.

Let's talk
in my office.

That's gonna be good.

A...

That's a gun in
your back.

In case
you're wondering,

on the off chance
you're capable
of wonder,

I have eyes in
the back of my head.

I don't draw a breath
without knowing
my perimeter is secure.

It's why
I'm still alive,

and it's why
we made you
about an hour ago.

So, why are you here?

Is it Dembe,

or does Jovan think
I'm angling for

his used-to-be-mine
airfields?

Or is this about me
calling you stupid,

which under
the circumstances,
I think you'll agree

was
a gross understatement.

Go to hell.

Someday.

Weecha, it's time to
feed the armadillo.

After you.

We've actually
met before.

Outside Koster's house.

Yes. The morning after.

You said that you were
there to see

what the commotion
was about.

Seemed to me like
there was a little
more to that story,

so I, uh, jotted down
your plate number.

Imagine my surprise to
learn that you're FBI,

and someone I gotta
sign an NDA just
to get in to see.

You're obviously doing
something important here,

so I don't want
to take up too
much of your time.

Doug was my neighbor
for many years.

When I heard he'd
been killed, I...
I couldn't believe it,

so I drove by to see
what was going on.

You and Mr. Koster
were close?

Not particularly.

Doug and my wife had
an affair years ago.

Though I suspect
you already know that.

Mr. Koster's body was found
in the doorway.

No sign of forced entry.

Seemed like he knew
the person that shot him.

I wasn't fond of the man.

I also wasn't anywhere near
his house the night he died.

I was at a retirement
party at the Tap Room

on U Street.

ME's report has time
of death between

3:00 and 5:00 a.m.

That's pretty late
for a retirement party.

I left around 11:00
and went straight home.

Was anyone there?

At home?

It's not an alibi.

It's the truth.

I'm sure it is.

But you know how
this works.

I was with my wife.

Olivia?

Olivia, is that you?

Drop the gun!
Put the gun down!

Drop the gun!
Put it down!

We're FBI agents.

Hans, right?
Hans Fielder?

How did you find me?

Desert, ash, beware.

We found a message
in Olivia's motel room.

You saw her?
Is she all right?

Olivia is dead.

Please,
we're here to help.

I'm sorry, but, uh,
is everything all right?

It's fine.
Good, because,
I mean,

I didn't know
if the officer
was here

about Charlene's
friends.

The footage.
Tell me.

Right, okay.
So, a blue van
was in both.

The plates are bogus,
and the registration
is to a P.O. box.

Pull the financials
on the box,

put out an APB
on the van.

If we find it,
we find Okara.

Ben was our friend.

He knew more
than anyone

why this weapon
should never be used.

It was used against
him in Cuba.

He worked in
the Havana embassy?

He was sent there
to study the effects
of the weapon.

When he got back,
he had them, too.

Tremors, light sensitivity,
headaches.

So, he comes back
to DARPA to build

an even more powerful
weapon, steals it,

and then turns it on
his colleagues you
say he cares about?

He did more
than steal it.

He wiped our research
from the database.

Even if DARPA wanted
to rebuild it,
they wouldn't know how.

And the wire?

We also found this
in Olivia's motel room.

We thought metal would
absorb the energy

and act as an early
warning system.

When it glows,
we'd know an attack
was about to begin.

It's Aram.
I'll take it outside.

Here's what's
gonna happen...

We're gonna take you in,
keep you safe.

Not until
I find the others.

I won't leave
Nitesh and Maryanne.

He found
Stan and Olivia.

I can't let him
find them.

To prevent that,
you need to help us,

and that starts by
letting us take you in.

It's not safe here.

Okay.

Can I grab my phone?

We found Hans Fielder.

He needs protection,
a safehouse
until this is over.

I'll make
the arrangements.
Here's what we know.

All right.
I'm ready.

Dembe!

Oh!

A blue van at both scenes.

Alina!

Alina,
don't move.

This is Dembe Zuma.

I need a level-two
activation

in Madison, Virginia.
Code echo-Charlie-one.

That code's
no longer valid.

Herbert,
you know me.
I need a valid code.

Damn it, Herbert,
send the helicopter now!

Chopper inbound,
ten minutes.

I told you,
I wrote it all down.

Teddy's recovering from
a valve replacement
in Rochester.

Edna's with
him there,

so she asked
if their son Geoffrey
could fill in.

I'll remember
the nipples.
I swear!

No, don't get Dad.
It's okay.

Edna?
It's Raymond.

Yes.
Uh, listen,

uh, Geoffrey
will be fine,
so, please,

wish Teddy a refuah shlema
and leave the boy alone.

Thank you, Edna.

Why no armadillo?

Dad says
I'm not ready
for mammals.

Well, I'm sure
the shellfish
will suffice.

Can we get you
anything else?

I forgot
the cracks and picks.

Easy peasy.

And maybe some bibs
and butter, to be safe?

Lemon squeezy.

He's in the back.

Yes?

Say that again.

Raymond.

You're in
or you're out.
You can't be both.

It's one or the other.

Emergency transport
was too far.

In or out.

If I had not
called Herbert...

Herbert has been
let go.

Because he helped me
give Alina a chance?

We still don't know
the extent of the damage.

I understand,

and I hope Agent Park
makes a full recovery,

but perhaps I didn't explain
the extent of the problem

you joining the FBI
has caused.

My association
with the FBI

has always been
difficult to conceal,

but you being an agent makes
it nearly impossible

unless you and I strictly
adhere to the rules.

If I do anything to
assist you in a way

that involves other
people from my world,

it could be
fatal to me.

Despite our recent
unpleasantness,

I would hope that would be
sufficient enough

to stay your hand.

Harold.
Agent Park
owes you her life.

So I'm told.

We traced the registration
on a P.O. box Okara uses

to an offshore account.

In the days since
he stole the prototype,

Okara has used the account
to make multiple payments

to a Constantine's
Meats and Cheeses.

Ah! Sherwin.

Sherwin?

Sherwin Ellis.
He's Constantine.

He is? A man
named Sherwin?

He's in the safe
haven business...

...rental spaces that are off
the books and under the radar.

Eh, yours,
but certainly not mine.

I'm sorry. I was in
the middle of something.

He called me.
The detective.

I know. I left you
a message he would.

I told you
to tell the truth.

I said if you didn't
and the police found out,

they're not gonna
believe you.

I know.
Maybe I should have.

Maybe? You're a cop.

Yeah, and maybe
that's why I didn't.

I know how cops think.

If it walks like a duck
and quacks like a duck,
why look any further?

Well, now they're looking
at me to confirm your alibi,

which we both know
is a lie.

Harold, I love you.

You're the most honest man
that I know,

but you need to tell me
if that's what you want...

For me to lie
to the police.

Is that what you want?

Yes. It is.

Sherwin!

Thank you for coming.

My pleasure, Red.

Crackers, picks,
butter, and bib?

Yep.
Great.

Please have a seat.

Ah.

I understand
business is good.

I asked you here
because I want to
make it even better.

I didn't know you were
in a position to do that.

You mean
my sabbatical?

That's over
for the time being.

I'm back and looking to
find a client of yours.

I have his
offshore account.

You can use it
to trace his name.

You give me his whereabouts,
and I'll give...

Well, we should discuss
what I give you.

Well, I appreciate that,
and if this was two years ago,

I wouldn't hesitate,

but in our business,

people don't really come
back from sabbaticals...

Not with any clout,
anyway.

Perhaps this will
convince you otherwise.

You work with
the Skinner?

No. I am
the Skinner.

A venture which
will require
the use of facilities

around the globe,
perhaps your facilities.

All I need from you
is an address.

Reddington got
an address on Okara

to a facility
he's been renting,

a machine shop
in Newport News.

2804 Hazelton Road.

I'll reach out,
get a tac team
to meet us on site.

Any update
on Agent Park?

Well, she's conscious,
but it's still not clear

whether there's gonna be
any lasting effects.

Seems like she was
out of the direct line
of fire, though.

Thank God.

I want you to
monitor her progress.

Did you speak to
her husband?

I told him there
had been an accident.

He's on his way to
the hospital now, but, uh,

as far as he knows,
Park still works
at Quantico.

I tried telling her.

Secrets aren't healthy
and won't keep,

but it's easy
to give advice.

It's a lot harder
to take it.

He talked.

Turns out his sweet
spot was right
between the toes.

If you don't mind,
I told Mom I'd call
as soon as

we were done, so...
His assignment...
What was it?

His boss wants to
know what to make
of you and Dembe.

Well, I don't care
what he makes of me.

What does he make
of Dembe?

He thinks that he's a fed,
that he knows too much.

So Jovan
has ordered a hit?

He knows
it's happening,

but he didn't know
when or where.

I used Mom's go-to
just to make sure.

Well, thank you,
Geoffrey.

I'm sure your parents
will be very proud.

You said there
are rules.
I know.

And that
if you veer
from them...

I know what I said.

If you tried
to assist Dembe,

it could be
fatal to you.

It could be, but if I don't,
it will be fatal to Dembe.

My job is
to protect you.

I can't do that if you
won't protect yourself.

You can't sacrifice
yourself for him.

In the past, yes,
but not today.

He was in.

Now he's out.

This is the
consequence,

and you have
to accept it.

There's the van.

The van.

Hands! Hands!
Show me your hands.

Keep your hands
where I can
see them, all right?

I'm gonna open
the door, okay?

That's it.
Just the door.

I suggest you
get your people

to the other side
of the building.

You don't want
to do this.

No. I don't.

But I have to.

I make weapons.
I know how they work.

The blast radius.

I am very precise.

You need to get back.

I understand this
is a sensitive topic.

You want to know
if I think my husband
murdered my ex-lover?

Yes, Detective,
I'd say it's quite
sensitive.

How did your husband
find out that, uh,

you and Mr. Koster
were involved?

I told him.

The affair had been over
for a while, but, uh,

I couldn't keep it
a secret any longer.

And did he express anger
towards Mr. Koster?

Of course he did.

Wouldn't you?

On the night of the 24th,
your husband said

that he was at
a retirement party.

That's right.

What time
did he come home?

I love my husband,

but I won't
lie for him.

He knows that.

We did
what you asked.
Now get out of the van.

Good.

This is good.
Thank you.

How can we help you?
What do you need?

How can we resolve
this without anyone
else getting hurt?

I don't want
to hurt anyone.

What about Hans?
Olivia? Stan?

You don't understand.

No, we don't,
so help us.

Why are you killing
your colleagues?

Why would you
do that?

They knew
how to build it.

You wanted to be
the only one who could?

So you could sell this weapon
and your ability to build it?

Sell it? Is that
what you think I want?

You really don't understand.

Is it in the van?
The device?

You want to see it,
don't you?

'Cause it's like
a magic trick.

A weapon that
goes through walls.

A tool of repression
so powerful that,

with the push
of a button,

thousands of protestors
wouldn't be able to remember

how to tie their shoes,

let alone what
they'd been protesting.

And like any good trick,
you don't just want to see it.

You want to know how it works
so you can do it yourself.

So this country can build
a thousand just like it,

a weapon not of
mass destruction,

but of mass...

...suffering.

And I can't
let that happen.

You want to destroy it.

The magic trick

and the six people who
know how to build it.

Six?

I killed five people
I loved to protect
thousands I don't.

And you're the sixth.

Someone else is
gonna figure it out,

how to make
what you did.

You know you can't stop
that from happening.

It's more than you
can see, the pain.

It's in my head,

my joints, my eyes.

No, I can't stop it
from being rebuilt,

but if I bought the world
a year or two or five,

that's something.

It's up to you
to do the rest.

There has
been no contact?

Nothing between
Reddington and Zuma?

He hasn't been
out of my sight.

Then he and I can
do business.

What about Zuma?

I called in
a few favors,
found where he lives.

What happens when
Reddington finds out?

He will thank me for
doing what he knows
he should have.

Thank you.
You did well.

I didn't adhere
to our rules.

I violated them
for you.

Now I need you to
violate them again for me.

There.

From the weapon
you won't confirm or deny.

A weapon that was used
to kill two scientists

before we even spoke,
but that, thanks
to your cover-up,

was used to kill
four more.

It's okay.
It's fine.

Whatever this is,
it's beyond your purview.

Six people are dead.

This country is in
a constant state
of war, Agent Ressler.

It may not be declared,
but it's being fought,

by the Pentagon,
not the FBI.

Six people are dead,
and my partner's
in the ICU.

I'm sorry
to hear that.

Not as sorry as you
are to lose

the technology
that built that.

True story...

Calculus was discovered
independently

by Newton and Leibniz.

A great leap forward
imagined simultaneously.

In my experience, great
leaps forward usually are.

There's someone else.

You have another team.

You've got another team
working on directed energy.

So, Okara was Newton,

but Leibniz...
He's still working on it.

All that,
everything Okara did...

You're not gonna miss
a beat, are you?

I cannot confirm or deny
even the existence

of classified projects.

Sakiya and Fudo
are on their way.

Jovan came for you
because you're
a federal agent.

He'll come for me
because I protected you.

How will he know?

One dead,
he may misread.

Two dead, the tea leaves
will clearly indicate

that you and I are
still in cahoots.

Ah.

Maybe we actually are.

I almost
opened it
after Brasilia.

I don't know why
I didn't.

Our past, I suppose.

Not our future.

You said you wanted
something in return.

You did this for me.

What do you expect me
to do for you?

No more, no less.
An eye for an eye.

Jovan.

He knows about us,
or he's about to find out.

I killed Sima to
protect you.

I want you to kill
Jovan to protect me.

I can't do that.

So, you're in
when it suits you

and you're out
when it doesn't?

Why does it have to be
one way or the other?

Why can't it just be?

My old friend knew
the answer to that.

Hey.
Hey.

How ya feeling?

Like a sledgehammer's
taken up residence
in my cerebral cortex.

Donald Ressler.
We spoke on the phone.

Yeah. We did.

So you told him?

Yeah, she told me.
Well, I'm glad.

Great.
That's great.

Peter.

I'll be outside.
It was good to meet you.

Hey, Doc.
Been checking your DSM
on how to treat wounds

from a directed-energy
weapon?

You do pose
something
of a challenge,

but we'll get to that.

We have other things
to discuss,
like your blood test.

I spoke to
your wife.

She backed up
your alibi.

As I said,
it's not an alibi.
It's the truth.

Well, whatever it is,
she backed you up,
so we're good.

No hard feelings?
None.

You were just
doing your job.

Take care.

My blood test?
My GP sent it over?

She did.
I just got the results.

Elevated levels of HCG
were detected,

which explains why
you weren't feeling well.

So, it is cancer?

Elevated HCG can
indicate testicular
cancer in men, but...

So, you're saying
she doesn't have cancer?

No. She most definitely
does not.

What it means is,
you were pregnant.

Oh, my God.
What, pregnant?

Honey.

You said "were"?

Yes. I did.

♪ Nosebleed

♪ Woke up in a Black dream ♪

♪ Flying at warp speed
In my mind

♪ Oh, my

♪ Who's she

♪ Naked in the sweetgrass?

Thank you.

♪ Got the dust in my sheets

♪ Who am I?

♪ Who are we living for?

♪ Who are we living for?

Assalamu alaikum
wa rahmatullah.

Assalamu alaikum
wa rahmatullah.

Vasko?

♪ Shake me to the core

♪ Who are we living for?

♪ Who are we living for?

Milos?

♪ Tell me who holds the key

♪ Nobody seems to know

Yeah?

It's done.

♪ Who are we living for?

Come home, Weecha.

♪ Who are we living for?

♪ Driving me crazy

♪ Shake me to the core

♪ Who are we living for?

♪ Who are we living for?

I want you
to keep that box,

and on the day
you decide to leave...

I'm not going to leave.

But you can.

♪ Nobody seems to know

♪ Who are we living for?

At any point of
your own choosing,

I'll insist
that you do.

No questions asked,
no debts accrued.

Whether that's today
or tomorrow

or ten years from now,

that's when
you open the box.

♪ Nobody seems to know

♪ Why we're lost
Inside dark matter

♪ Dark matter

♪ Mm-mm-mm

♪ Lost inside dark matter

♪ Lost inside dark matter

♪ Pink matter, grey matter
Purple sky

♪ Love matter, you matter
You and I

♪ Dark matter, green matter
Get me high

♪ Daydream about the future

♪ Brighter than Black diamonds

Hey.

♪ In the sky

You want to know
what the logic is?

♪ Who are we living for?

Why I keep secrets?

♪ Who are we living for?

I do it because
I'm terrified.

Of what?

♪ Tell me who holds the key

The flood gates.

And, no,
they're not tears.

♪ Nobody seems to know

♪ Why we're lost
Inside dark matter ♪

I'm afraid of
losing control.

Of what happens to me
when I do.

So I just...

...hold everything in...

...until I can't...

Until I can't hold it anymore.

It's okay.

It's okay.
Let it out.

We were so happy,
you and I and Weecha.

Raymond,
come to bed.

I should never have
come back.

Come, Raymond.