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I'm sure you're fine
and I'm overreacting,

and you just can't
answer your phone because...

For some reason
that we'll both

be laughing about
this time tomorrow.

But if something is wrong,
and something...

If you're satisfied
with your message,

please press one...
What is it?

Tom.

He's missing.

I'm sorry.

She didn't even
know anything.

Neither did he.

He had the bones.
She was looking for them.

They knew enough.

The question is
what you know.

Reddington sent you
after the suitcase.

Did he tell you why?

He didn't tell me anything.
No, I don't think he did.

The last thing he'd want
is for you to ID these bones,

but you couldn't resist,
could you, Tom?

So, you and your friends ran
a DNA search through CODIS.

Thank you for that,
by the way.

Curiosity killed these cats,
but for me,

it's a gift that's gonna
keep on giving.

Whatever you imagine
the answer might be,

it's better than that.

Reddington's
power is legendary.

With this,
I control the power.

You're gonna set up
a meeting between us

so I can tell him
the good news.

But in case you've had
a change of heart...

Yeah. I have eyes.

How many?
Five hostiles. Maybe more.

Tom and the others?

Status unknown, but...
REDDINGTON: But what?

Raymond, it's not good.

We're 20 minutes away.
I want an update in 10.

We should have backup.

Too many people know about
this situation already.

This needs to end now.

Yes?

It's me.
I did what you hired me
to do, I got the package.

Any problems?

Nope. Piece of cake.

Where are you now?

Motel in Stone Ridge.
546 Roscoe Lane. Room 16.

I can be there
in half an hour.

You three, with me.

The rest, deal with him.

Hey. What about this?

That stays. Last thing
I want is that thing

anywhere near Reddington.

I did what you asked.
Now let me go.

GARVEY:
The plastic stays, too.

Any trouble,

he joins his pals.

Hey, it's Tom.
Leave your number
and I'll call you back. Peace.

Me again,
and again, and again.

This mailbox is full

and cannot accept
messages at this time...

We issued a BOLO.

Sent a message to
every field office.

I'm sorry to put
you guys through this.

I'm sure I'm overreacting.

Don't take this
the wrong way,

but are you sure
you know everything
Tom is up to?

I thought I did.

I don't know.

Reddington. Anything?

I just spoke to you
20 minutes ago.

LIZ: You said you had a lead.

On Nik Korpal's death.

But you think
the two are related.

Elizabeth, I'm doing
what I can.

I'm sure Harold is as well.

I know.
I'm trying to convince myself
everything's fine,

but I'm doing a terrible job.

Tom is capable
of getting himself
both into and out of trouble.

If he's in harm's way,

I am quite certain
he's put in motion
an escape plan,

about which
the people holding him
are completely unaware.

But who would be
holding him and why?

Did he take a job
he didn't tell me about?

It appears so.

I'm sorry, I know that's not
the answer you wanna hear.

Well, call me
if you find anything out.

We got a hit on Tom's car.

Impound lot towed
it in last night.

Towed from where?

Agents Ressler, Keen. FBI.

We have reason to believe
this man was here last night.

Have you seen him?

Can't say.

His car was impounded
outside Room 11.

Don't know
anything about that.

You're a "Can't say.
Don't know," huh?

I mind my own business.

Room 11. Can we get the key?
Sure.

Soon as you get a warrant.

You know what?

Forget the key.

We don't know
Tom was here.

His car
was parked outside.

All right,
he came to the motel.
In front of this room.

Maybe this was
the only space, Liz.

I've called Tom so many times
his mailbox is full.

It's pointless.

But hearing his voice
is the only thing
that calms me down.

I'm gonna call CSI.
If Tom was here,
they'll know.

Hey. Mind if I sit?

Knock yourself out.

Yeah, well,
can I get a hand?

Gosh, anything else
I can do for you?

Yeah, you could
give me your gun.

Looks like we got ourselves
a comedian.

Not that funny, is it?

What?
He got away.

The suitcase?

You need to get it back.

NAVARRO:
What about Reddington?

Reddington's not coming.

He was never coming.

Get in.

Tom!

Ah, hell.

I warned you about
this damn suitcase.
Now look at you.

They hit the radiator
and the oil pan.

They'll be here soon.

Who will?
Who are they?

I was hoping
you could tell us.

Nik had a friend.
He took DNA off the bones,

ran a match and got killed
for his trouble. So did Nik.

And Lena?
How do you know about her?

Ah!

We have to move.

I warned you
and your friends.

My friends?
The guy who threatened Lena,

told her to stop looking,
he worked for you.

You need to keep
that compressed.

Which way?

Away from the road. West.

Can you walk?

Guess we'll find out.

According to this manager,
Room 11 was rented
to a Steven Smith,

but the license
he used was a fake

and he paid cash
for the room.

Any surveillance video?
CCTV?

Manager won't give it
to us without a warrant.
It's a work-in-progress.

There was a struggle.
Did anyone hear anything?

We interviewed guests,
neighbors,
the cleaning crew. Nothing.

I don't know where Tom
went after the motel,

but I do know where he was
before he went there.

A gas station on Highway 211,
east of Warrenton.

How do you know that?

I hacked the navigation system
on his car.

Uh, so, now,
it may be a coincidence,

but based on the time log,
it looks as if he was there

at the same time the station
was being vandalized.

Ressler,
Keen, get to the scene,
talk to the station owner.

Whatever Tom is doing,

I'm sure he's got
a good reason for doing it.

Maybe
you were right.

If I'd left
well enough alone,

none of this
would've happened.

Please spare me
your regret.

I only did it

because you lied.

We need water, first-aid.

Stay here.

I'll see if it's safe.

Come on.

This is a secret,
not a lie.

TOM: A secret you've been
keeping from Liz.

Like you always do.

Like you have
from the very beginning.

The assignment's deep cover.

No timeline.
No price tag.

This may seem
like a cakewalk,

but it's
the kind of assignment
that makes me nervous.

Our contractor
has deep pockets,
demands the best.

Insists on anonymity.

She's cute.

That's one more thing
he insists on.

Your job is to be
the friend of a friend,

get to know this Milhoan.

Not to get involved with her.

Just be a friend of a friend.

You got that?

You couldn't leave
well enough alone.

Not then. Not now.

You hired me to spy on Liz.

I hired you to protect her.

No one is home.

We go in,
get fixed up and get out.

They can't be far behind.

They wouldn't backtrack
towards the compound.

And the highway
runs north and south,
too risky.

Notify the others.
They're headed west.

Between 4:30 and 5:00,
a man and a woman
entered the store.

The woman
distracted the clerk

while her accomplice
went into
the backroom unnoticed.

Have you identified
either suspect?

Got a surveillance
shot of the woman.
ID'd as Lena Mercer.

Do you have an address,
or a place of work?

Both. But she moved
out of her apartment,
on leave from her job.

And her accomplice?
Caucasian, 30s.
To be honest with you,

since nothing was taken,
we're not looking real hard.

You mind telling me
why you are?

You said he went
in the back. Why?

Employee on duty says
he was looking at
surveillance tapes.

Police report said Tom pulled
surveillance off two cameras.

Station manager's best guess
is he was looking at this.

Okay. And the other camera?

There.

Stop the tape.
Can you zoom in
on that car?

What is that,
a hotel key?

The Red Birch.

LIZ: That must be Steve Smith.

Tom and this Lena, clearly,
they came here
looking for this guy.

They see the room key

and go to the motel
where there's a fight,

and the three of them are now
in the wind, or on the run,

but why?

Well, we have her name
and the VIN number on his car,

so I'll circulate both,
put a BOLO out

and we'll find them.

And when we find them,
we find Tom.

Your curiosity
is understandable.

A mysterious suitcase,
bequeathed to you
by a dying woman

who insists Elizabeth
must be apprised
of its contents.

But what if instead
of happiness or closure,

giving it to her
has the opposite effect?

It won't.

How can you be so sure?

Because you don't want her
to know about it.

You've always seen
my relationship with Elizabeth
as a zero-sum game.

You think what's good for me
is bad for her,

and what's good for her
is bad for me.

When it comes to things
she cares about.

Like you?

Uh, you made it clear
from the beginning
how you felt about me.

The contractor is livid.

You weren't supposed to
get involved with the mark.

Her name is Elizabeth.

I don't care
if she's Queen Elizabeth,

and screwing her
made you king.

Get out.

He will kill you if you don't.

You'll need clothes.

Oh, admit it,
you're kind of enjoying this.

It would've been
so much easier

if the bullet had hit you
just another foot
to the north east.

We stayed too long.
Put it back.

You can trust me.
No, I can't.

I hired you to do a job.

The rules were explicit,
you violated them.

Let it go already.

You're unreliable.

Yeah, well, I fell in love.

That's no excuse.

I wasn't making one.

Shh.

If we're not surrounded,
we will be soon.

ARAM: We got a match
on the VIN number

for Mr. Smith's car.

His real name is
Peter Alan McGee,
resident of Largo, Maryland.

His prints were
in the system?

ARAM: Yes,
and not because of priors,
which he has.

But because he's wanted
for questioning in
the murder of one

Nik Korpal.

Wanted why?

Well, according
to police records,

McGee received a call from Nik
on the night of his death,

just two hours
before his body was found.

And he's been MIA ever since.

That's what
Tom was up to,

he was trying to
find out who killed Nik.

Ressler,
reach out to MPDC.

If McGee's
a person of interest,

they'll have a current file,
a list of contacts.

Navabi, get in touch
with the DC field office,

let 'em know
this is a priority.

I want Bureau-wide resources
digging into McGee's life.

Financials, cell records.

I wanna know everything
there is to know
about this kid.

Check the property.

They're here.

Well, that was fun.

Oh, man.

If you don't
trust me by now...

This whole "father-in-law
hates his son-in-law" thing,
it's cliche.

Can we just put
a stake in it?

You go first.

Who's in the suitcase?

I was in the Andes
when I heard you and
Elizabeth were engaged.

Agents in
the Colombian government

had solicited
my help in negotiating

the release of soldiers
being held by FARC rebels.

At the time,
I was a rare intermediary,

having brokered sales
of arms and equipment

to both sides
in the conflict.

I was unable to return
until the day of your wedding.

Seeing her that day...

Wait a minute.
You were at our wedding?

REDDINGTON:
She was incandescent.

I'd come out of the mountains,
blinded by rage,
flown 2,300 miles,

absolutely certain
that you must die,
and then...

I saw Elizabeth.

I'm a violent man,
a terrible, powerful,
violent man.

But the way she looked at you,

the way she loves you,

I'm powerless against that.

So you're not gonna tell me
who's in the suitcase.

Or are you?

I'll say this for you,

you've always believed
that you were acting
in her best interests.

Selling me out to Berlin,
faking her death.

You always thought
you were helping her.

I appreciate you saying that.

I'm gonna change.

You make her happy.

What?

You're always telling me
to make peace. I made peace.

You're still lying to him.

And to Elizabeth.

Until you stop lying,
there will be no peace.

Hey. We got a hit.

The detectives
investigating McGee
were just called to a site

with multiple homicides.

Absolutely horrific scene,

but they were able to confirm
one of the victims.

Peter Alan McGee.

And the others?

Well, they didn't,
um, see... Uh...

Text me when you
get an address.

Call me when you know more.

Ressler, let's go.

It's okay, Keen.

He... He's okay.
Where is he?

Look, Tom's a big boy.

Whoever he's mixed up with
is capable of...

Hey, Keen, come here.
I can't.

Shh.

Ressler, I can't...
It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Keen.

Liz.

Oh, my God. Tom,
I've been worried
sick about you.

Please tell me you're okay.
I'm okay.

What's going on?

Where are you?

Liz, I need to
see you right now.
Tom, what's wrong?

Listen to me, okay?
I need you to do
exactly what I say.

Do not tell anyone
that we spoke

or that you
even know I'm okay.

What are you talking about?

I've got half the FBI
looking for you.

I need to see you alone,
all right?

Have Rosa take Agnes,
go to the house

and make sure
that nobody follows you.

Tom, tell me what's going on.

I've figured it out.
The whole thing.

Why Nik was killed,
all of it.

Tom, you're scaring me.
Just go to the house.

Meet me there.
And when it's safe,

babe, I'm gonna
explain everything.

Mr. Reddington?

Aram, have you
spoken to Elizabeth?

ARAM: No, why?

I believe Tom Keen
is once again entangled
in some nasty business,

and I worry he may be
involving Elizabeth.

Might explain
why she's missing.

What do you mean, "missing"?

She was with Agent Ressler
at a crime scene,

following up on a lead,

looking for Tom,
when she...

She just vanished.

Have you tried to reach her?

Yes, and she's not picking up.

Her cell is going
straight to voicemail.

Um, in fact,

I think she may have shut off
the GPS signal in her phone,

because when I
try to track her,
it's gone.

Do you have any other way
of contacting her?

We're looking.
When I couldn't get a trace,

I pulled the call log
from her service provider.

It appears that the last call
she received

was just under 12 minutes ago

from a pay phone
at Union Station.

Tom.

He's at Union Station.

Tom Keen,
please pick up a red courtesy.

Mr. Tom Keen, please pick up
a red courtesy phone.

This is a horrible mistake.

Whatever you're doing,

whatever it is you think
you're going to
tell Elizabeth,

this is a mistake.

Walk away from this, Tom.

You know I can't do that.

And why is that?

Because I know the truth.

I know everything.

And now Liz is
gonna know, too.

Tom. Oh, my God.

I have no idea what's...

You must be the wife.

What's your name, darling?

Get her in a chair!

No! No!

You sure are
a little spitfire,
aren't you?

Found it. In the kid's room.

It's all here.

No! Please!

What do you want?
Please!

I like to think
I'm the kind of man

who would politely
ask you to stop this,
to let this end here.

But I can tell
you're the kind of guy

who won't get
the message and stop.

So we're gonna need
to make sure you stop.

So,

sorry about this.

No! No! No! No.

What makes you think
they're at the house?

He's in trouble,
he's desperate,

but he won't leave
without Elizabeth and Agnes.

You haven't asked
my opinion.
No, I haven't.

Why can't you be
honest with her?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Even after everything
that's happened,

all that's been lost?

How far until the damn house?

I'm gonna ask you
one more time, Tom.

I need you to call
Reddington for me.

Tom?

Can you hear me, Tom?

Tom.

I said I need you
to call Reddington for me.

I don't think
I'm gonna do that.

So we're going at it again
with the blade?

Okay.

We got what we came for.

Finish 'em off.

And clean up the bodies.

Let's have some fun.

* Got out of town on a boat
goin' to Southern islands

* Sailing a reach
before a followin' sea

* She was makin'
for the trades on the outside

* And the downhill run
to Papeete

* And you know it will

* When you see
the Southern Cross
for the first time

* You understand now
why you came this way

* 'Cause the truth
you might be runnin' from
is so small

* But it's as big
as the promise

* The promise of a comin' day

* So I'm sailing for tomorrow
My dreams are a dyin'

* And my love is an anchor
tied to you

* Tied with a silver chain

* I have my ship
and all her flags
are a flyin'

* She is all that I have left
and music is her name

* Think about

* Think about how many times
I have fallen

* Spirits are using me
Larger voices callin'
(GUNSHOT)

* What Heaven brought you
and me cannot be forgotten

* I've been around the world

* I have been around the world

* Lookin'

* Lookin' for that woman girl

* Who knows love can endure

* And you know it will

* We got 80 feet
of the waterline
nicely making way

* In a noisy bar in Avalon
I tried to call you

* But on a midnight watch
I realized
why twice you ran away

* Think about

* Think about how many times
I have fallen

* Spirits are using me
Larger voices callin'

* What Heaven brought you
and me cannot be forgotten *

He's lost a lot of blood.

Call Harold. Tell him we're
going to the hospital.

Raymond, they're not
going to make it.

Call him.

* Hello, darkness
My old friend

* I've come
to talk with you again

* Because a vision
softly creeping

SOD,
this is Agent Samar Navabi.

We have an agent down.

We're requesting
emergency escort.

Roads blocked from Sixth and
Florida to DC General.

This is
a life-and-death situation.

* And the vision
that was planted in my brain

* Still remains

Hey.

You are so

beautiful.

You're the most beautiful.

Liz?

My Liz.

Tom.

Liz.

LIZ: Promise me...

Promise...

Tell Agnes about me.

I won't have to.
Look at me.

Stay with me, babe. Please.

Please.

Say it again. Please.

Just stay with me.

Babe, please.

How long?

Two minutes. Maybe less.

Did you hear that?

We're almost here.

Hey.

All right?

You're gonna make it.

Liz...

Liz, you have to make it.

I can't live without you.

Liz? Please, God, stay.

Please stay.

* Ten thousand people
Maybe more

* People talking
without speaking

* People hearing
without listening

* People writing songs

* That voices never shared

* And no one dared

Laryngoscope.

ET tube.

Let's get in a CAT scan, stat.
I wanna rule out a subdural.

Stay with me.
Can you hear me?

BP's 60 palp.

I'm gonna tap his belly. Stat.

Where the hell is
the neurosurgeon?

If we don't open up her skull
in the next 10 minutes,
she dies.

They're pulling him out of
the OR, in four minutes.

NURSE: He's in V-fib.

DOCTOR: Charging.

Clear.

Amp of Epi.

* But my words
like silent raindrops fell

* And echoed
in the wells of silence

* And the people
bowed and prayed

* To the neon god they made

* And the sign
flashed out its warning

* In the words
that it was forming

* And the sign said

* "The words
of the prophets are written
on the subway walls

* "And tenement halls"

* And whispered in the sound

* Of silence

REDDINGTON:
"I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

"In the fell clutch
of circumstance

"I have not winced
nor cried aloud

"Under
the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed

"Beyond this place
of wrath and tears

"Looms but
the Horror of the shade

"And yet
the menace of the years

"Finds and shall find
me unafraid

"It matters not
how strait the gate

"How charged with punishments
the scroll

"I am the master of my fate

"I am the captain of my soul"

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Elizabeth.

Agnes will be so excited.

What?

Uh, yes.

Of course.

Elizabeth,

it's been nearly a year.

Ten months.

Tom is dead.