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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

Your target
is Elizabeth Keen.

TOM: This is about avenging
what happened to Liz,

and I'm gonna do
whatever it takes.

(GRUNTS)

COOPER: Nez Rowan...
Who let her go free?

There are certain
U.S. government missions.

They require
the expertise of an
independent organization.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
TOM: So who is this woman?

RED: Scottie Hargrave.

Who hired you?

Alexander Kirk.

We now share
a mutual enemy.

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Lady, you sure
this is the place?

Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

(DOG BARKS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BUZZER)

This is my
Bitcoin wallet address.

As soon as the transaction
is confirmed,

she'll be released.

As you know,
the American government

refuses to
negotiate with terrorists,

which is why
the Palmer family

contracted my firm
to negotiate on their behalf.

What is this?

My Bitcoin wallet address.

(CHUCKLES)

You don't pay the ransom,
she dies.
(GUN COCKS)

You and I both know
Miss Palmer
isn't here, Karokaro.

You know it
because you never had

any intention of
giving her to me,

and I know it because
I've already set her free.

Call your man at the port,
you have a situation.

An hour ago,
a strike team raided

your holding
site at Muara Angke.

They took Miss Palmer

along with
the other aid workers
you were holding.

So, the kidnapping part
of this story is over.

Which leaves us
with the business at hand.

You're not ransoming me,
I'm ransoming you.

And the amount is
three million, not one.

(SPEAKS INDONESIAN)

(DIALING)

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

I don't know if
it bothers you,

telling people
things they don't want
to hear, but it makes me

uncomfortable.

Which is ironic, because
most people think I'm a bully.

They think I enjoy it,
being blunt,

making people feel small,

but nothing could be
further from the truth.

Years ago, I suffered
an unspeakable loss,

and since then, I've been

crippled by
free-floating anxieties

that attach to
pretty much anything.

Some days, I can't even
get out of bed.

I haven't slept
through the night
in two years.

4:00 a.m.,
I'm up doing sudoku.

Normally, I delegate
a meeting like this

because the conflict,
it's debilitating,

but I'm working on the power
of positive confrontation.

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

(MAN SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

I haven't brushed up
on my Indonesian in a while,

but I'm going to guess
he's telling you

your brother is being
held hostage by my people.

True.

If you want to see
your brother alive again,

you're going to
transfer the money.

The number is three million.

Would you take cash?

(DOOR OPENS)

Put it down.

REDDINGTON: Tom, I want to
speak with you
about your daughter.

What happened
with Hargrave?

Even if you
don't want me to have

contact with
Elizabeth's child...

Hargrave.
Did you get her?

I have virtually
unlimited resources,

and I want you to know
that those resources

are at your disposal
in the raising of Agnes.

I don't want your money.
I don't want
your protection.

I want answers.

The woman who killed Liz.

You walked
right into her trap

after I warned you.

What happened?

Alexander Kirk.

I don't know who that is.

The man who ordered
the attack on your wedding.

He's ultimately responsible
for Elizabeth's death.

I'm going to find him.
No, no,
Susan Hargrave...

Was a contractor.

A hired hand.

Tom, until I end this,
your only concern

is to keep Agnes safe.

I'm going to
help you find him.
Absolutely not.

He'll come for her.

For Agnes.
Yes.

I can't stand by
and watch that happen.

You want me to
accept your offer

to help with Agnes?

Then you need to accept
my help with this.

So tell me about
Alexander Kirk.

Alexander Kirk is the alias
of an oligarch

who made a fortune
after the fall of
the Soviet Union

buying mining operations
for pennies on the dollar.

In 2002, he went into hiding

after falling out of favor
with the Kremlin.

He owes his
survival to some of the

world's most
powerful politicians,

whose careers he
secretly bankrolled.

Alexander Kirk is
the man responsible
for Elizabeth's death.

He hired Susan Hargrave
to abduct her,

which is why we need to work
with Hargrave to find him.

Work with her?

How about arrest her?

This sounds
like a bad idea.

Until it's not.

The aid workers
who were abducted in Jakarta?

Your government
refused to pay the ransom.

Turned its back on
three young people

who were captured
for doing nothing

more than providing
medical services
to the poor.

Today, they're home
because Susan
Hargrave committed

what your
government considers to be

a crime in order
to get them back.

She's a brilliant strategist.

And if we want to
get Alexander Kirk,

we're going to need
her help to do it.

His finances
are the way in.

Kirk's holdings
are out of reach.

The Caymans, Zurich.

They were out of reach.
Until Citizens United.

Kirk has personally financed
a 501-C-4 super PAC

in support of
Senator Robert Diaz's
presidential bid.

How much?
It's hard to tell.

It's all dark money,
but I believe
it's north of 300 million.

Diaz is the front runner.
If he gets elected,

Kirk's reach will extend
into the White House.

I'm impressed.

Like I care.

If we steal Diaz's money,

Kirk won't be far behind.

Him and everyone else.

This is
a presidential campaign.

If that money goes missing,

everyone on the planet
will take notice.

You make it sound so fun.

What about the husband?
Tom Keen.

He thinks I'm responsible
for the death of his wife.

I think you're responsible
for her death.

I'm looking past
that because I want
Alexander Kirk's head.

And so does Tom Keen.

I must admit,
I've never liked you, Scottie.

Looking at you
makes my toes curl.

But robbing the next
president of
the United States?

This is gonna be a gas.

SCOTTIE: Rubber baby
buggy bumpers.

Rubber baby
buggy bumpers.

My, what a dear, sweet child.

How did you get in here?

With the seven-figure donation
that built this wing.

(CHUCKLES)

The grasp of
these tiny fingers?

I'd forgotten.

I understand
we're going to be
working together

to find the man
who took Elizabeth from you.

You took her from me.
No.

Alexander Kirk did.

He's why I'm here,
to tell you

I'm putting the full resources
of my company

behind the effort
to find Kirk
and bring him to justice.

Give me my little girl.

She is all I care about.

I remember my little one,

looking up at me,

eyes full of wonder.

They say losing
a child is something

one never recovers from.

I hope
you never experience
that kind of loss.

For the moment,
we have a common enemy,

so I will work with you.

You have a lovely child.

Ten minutes.

I'll send Solomon
to pick you up.

Got a lot of work to do.

Hope you're a chocoholic,
my friend.

We're going to
the chocolate factory.

Let me say one thing.
I am not your friend.

TOM: What the hell
is this place?

MR. SOLOMON:
This is what happens
when the government

outsources 70%
of its intelligence budget.

You are 150 feet
below the largest

privately-owned tactical
training center
in the country.

Complete with R&D labs,
ship-boarding simulators,
and two airfields.

We do threat assessment,
port security and
diplomatic training.

And those are
just the services
that the public knows about,

the black and white divisions.

Then,

there's Grey Matters.

(WHIRRING)

Grey Matters handles
the cases that are
legally questionable,

yet morally justifiable.

You're late.
She's not happy.

Promise you won't
kick my ass.

Because she could
kick my ass.

RESSLER:
I'm sorry, I can't.

I thought I could,
but I can't.

Remember, we're doing this
for Elizabeth.

Yeah, they're the same people
who killed her.

You.
COOPER: Navabi.

Hey, if I can do this,
so can you.

Enough. We're on a clock.

(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

I don't need your protection.

After the U.S. election,
approval will be a formality.

I just spoke to D.C.
We've got a confirmed
location on the child.

I want this done today.

The way to get
Kirk's attention
is through his money,

and the only
money we can get to

is sitting in
Diaz's war chest,

which is unfortunate
for the bloviating
senator from Missouri,

because he cannot
win the election
without it,

and we are
going to steal it.

The Bureau
prevents bank robberies,
we don't commit them.

Senator Diaz's
success in November

rests on winning
three key swing states.

To do that, Futures America,
a PAC financed
by Alexander Kirk,

intends to purchase
over $300 million

in TV ads from now
until election day.

The money is
wired to media outlets
via a secure terminal,

from a single account
at Key Atlantic
Bank in Manhattan.

To get the money,
we need to access

the terminal from
the server room.

The good news is,
we can take the bank in
under two minutes.

The bad news is,
the second we walk in,

any teller can
trip a silent alarm

that'll lock down
the area of the bank

where the secure
terminal is located.

So, we won't be
able to access it

before the police arrive.

That's it?

Your plan is awful.

It's brilliant.

The robbery is a show.
You want the police to arrive.

Followed by the FBI.
The heist gets you in.

Gives you time
to access the terminal.

We rob the bank
while everyone else thinks

that we're trying to find
the robbers.

Thanks but no thanks.

You work with the single most
sought-after
criminal in America.

Thanks to you,
he's not only free,

his criminal empire
is expanding.

You, all of you,
have proven quite capable

of parking your
selective morality
when the moment serves.

I suggest finding
Elizabeth Keen's killer

is just such a moment.

It's badges-in-the-drawer
time, people.

This is a revenge movie.

Mr. Loescher, we sent out
a foreclosure
letter three weeks ago.

No. I have
the paperwork in my car.

You never sent me a...

Just hold on. I can show you.

Sadie.
Sadie, don't move, okay?
I'll be right back.

Hope you don't
need my help in there,
'cause you're not getting it.

(GUN COCKING)

Party time.

(TASER CRACKLING)
(MAN GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MR. SOLOMON: On the floor!

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are your friendly
neighborhood bank robbers.

Except we're not friendly

and this sure as hell
ain't our neighborhood.

I need everyone
to slide their cell phones

to the center of the room.
Come on.

Anyone wanting to
know what happens
if you ignore my instructions

should come
speak to me directly.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MAN: Shh.
It's okay, it's okay.
Just stay down, stay down.

Daddy.

Yes, that's right, a robbery.
Right now.

Key Atlantic Bank.
My little girl's in there.

Call just came into dispatch.

One Police Plaza
Path responding.

MR. SOLOMON: Call's in.
Start your clocks.

HARPER: Key card and
vault combination!

(EXCLAIMS)

(BEEPING)

Silent alarm was just tripped.

(GUN COCKING)

HARPER: Let's go.

SADIE: Daddy.

It's gonna be okay. Okay?

Put it down.

MR. SOLOMON:
Don't be a hero, baby.

Sixty seconds
and we're ghosts.

NYPD! I said
put your gun down.

You don't want to do this.
MR. SOLOMON:
Fifty-five seconds.

Put down your gun!
MR. SOLOMON: No,
you put your damn gun down!

TOM: It's just a flesh wound.
You're gonna be fine.

WOMAN: Oh, my God,
she's bleeding!

It hurts.

TOM: Okay, hold on.

TOM: We need
a medic here now.

Patrol response en route.

Ambulances will be
dispatched as part
of the response.

No, they won't enter
until police secure the site.

She can't wait that long.
Forty seconds.

My wife is dead
because of you.

I'm not gonna let
this little girl die, too.

HARPER: Gotta clear. Now!

MR. SOLOMON: Thirty seconds.

Responding units on site.

TOM: I need a paramedic.

Nearest unit is on
Fulton and Pearl,
heading south.

That's too far.
My girl, my little girl!

TOM: No, no, no!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Are you okay?

TOM: That's the father.
Hold on, hold on.

Dad, with me. Now.

You gotta keep
pressure on the wound.

ZACK: All right. Yeah.
All right?

TOM: Keep pressure
on the wound.
Can you do it?

Yeah.

This is a bad idea.
Give me the keys.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What the hell is
wrong with you?

Paramedics
approaching John Street.

What's her name?
Sadie.

All right, Sadie,
just listen to your dad.

All right?
Everything's gonna be fine.

We're gonna get
you to a doctor,

and everything is
gonna be just fine.

Hold on!

Where's my ambulance?

Pearl and Cedar, southbound.

(SIRENS WAILING)

I got her.

Sadie, you're gonna be okay.

I got a gunshot,
lower left abdomen.

(BEEPING)

HARPER: In five.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Let's go.

(SIREN WAILING)

RESSLER: Tell me you're
not okay with this.

I wouldn't be if I
had a better idea.
But I don't.

Special Agents
Ressler and Navabi.

First responders indicated
that the robbers knew

exactly what they
were looking for.

Yeah, it was
a classified
diplomatic pouch.

Owned by the
Saudi government.

Do you have any
security feeds?

Of course. This way.

(SIGHS)

So, nothing else was taken.

Stupid, right?

You'd think they'd
take something else
to mislead us.

I'll catch up with you.

ARAM: Okay. The server room
is across from
the CFO's office.

Second door from
the end of the hall,
right-hand side.

I see servers.

Gonna need you to be
a little more
specific than that.

Okay, many servers.

Are any of them connected
to a modem or a screen?

There's a keyboard.

Great. That's the server
the terminal's connected to.

Follow the cable and insert,
you know, the, uh...

Your dongle?

(CHUCKLES) Yes, well,
it's not mine, but yeah.

Okay. Your dongle
has been inserted.

Now we have remote access.

DUMONT: You're brute-forcing
this thing?

ARAM: Yeah. How else
am I gonna generate
the bank president's password?

What, are you data mining
his social media?

You can't generate
enough personal details

to create a useful
password dictionary.

Whoa.

DUMONT: Classic.

Field gets the glory.
Support gets the job done.

Okay, as soon as
I enter the password,

we should have
access to the funds.

Or not.
It's requesting
a retinal scan.

Looks like we've got ourselves
a two-key system.

Tasty.

What happened?
Hey.

Hold up. Stop!

Where is she?
Where's my daughter?

Where's my daughter?

Where's my daughter?

Sir, you're not allowed
to go in there.

SCOTTIE: We take three
kinds of contributions,
big, dark and anonymous.

(LAUGHTER)

Which, if he loses,
also describes Senator Diaz.

I'm screwing with you, Robert.

Come on, we're supposed to be
having fun here tonight.

And raising money for the next

president of
the United States,
Senator Robert Diaz.

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you.

Oh, well,
thank you, Scottie.

I know I speak
for everyone here
when I say,

"Good God, I wish Howard
had given that introduction."

Well, I understand
he's off working on...

Well, if I knew...

Mrs. Hargrave thinks
you may be more comfortable
waiting in her office.

(APPLAUSE IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT TALKING
IN DISTANCE)

(AIR HISSING)

What the hell is
wrong with you?
My daughter.

Where is she?
Showing up uninvited?

Do you have any idea
who some of
those people are?

I don't care.
They said you took her.

Tonight is important to me.

A nurse is dead,

a 7-year-old girl
was shot in the robbery.

Sadie Loescher,
a second grader at PS-126,

is resting comfortably
in a private room
at Mount Sinai

thanks to the work
of a renowned
vascular surgeon

whose schedule
miraculously cleared up
in time

to remove
six bullet fragments
lodged in her sacrum.

If you're thinking
of sending flowers,
don't, she's allergic.

But she loves
dark chocolate.

What did you do
with my little girl, huh?

(CLEARS THROAT)

My people received word
Kirk was on the move.

I alerted the FBI,
and because of it,
more people weren't hurt.

Your daughter is safe,

and she's getting
the medical
attention she needs.

Now, if you're finished,

the next president
of the United States

is waiting downstairs
for me.

SCOTTIE: Robbing Key Atlantic
got us the first
of two authentications

we need to
access Kirk's funds.

Peter Pruitt is the second.

As president of
Airborne Fidelity,
Pruitt manages assets

worth over $4 billion
belonging to fugitives
like Alexander Kirk.

He's also treasurer
of Futures America.

Ah, so he's the good
ol' boy that funnels
Kirk's millions into the PAC?

SCOTTIE: Yes.

And no withdrawals
over $250,000 can be made

without a biometric scan
of his eyes.

HARPER: Pruitt's in Berlin.

Staying at the Turkish Embassy
as a guest of the Ambassador.

He'll attend a reception
at the Embassy for
the G8 ministers.

We need a biometric scan
of Pruitt's eyes,

which are in that Embassy.

MR. SOLOMON:
Getting in during
the G8 summit means

getting past an A-list
security system
and a small army.

Good luck with that.

Eugene Pavlenko.

I don't know who that is.

Me.

TOM: Pavlenko's a fugitive
wanted in Turkey

on money laundering charges.

When the ID gets
flagged by Interpol,

it will require
my provisional arrest.

Once that happens,
officials in Ankara

will immediately insist
that I am transported to...

The Turkish Embassy.

Where they will
file a formal request
for extradition.

SCOTTIE: Even if they do
take you into the embassy,

you'll be searched.
You'll never get
a retinal scanner inside.

I'm not bringing
a scanner in.

I'm bringing Pruitt out.

SCOTTIE: How?

(MAN SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

TOM: I'm gonna poison him.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)

Dumont, sending you feeds
from the Embassy security.

DUMONT: Capturing video now,
creating a loop and uploading.

Guards should be blind
in five, four...

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

DUMONT: (OVER EARPIECE)
All clear.

Hey!

(GROANING)

TOM: Smokes. Key card.

When you exit, make two lefts.
The first door on your right

should be a stairwell
that takes you to
the third floor.

Almost there.

HARPER: You got
two swallows overhead.

HARPER: On you
in four, three, two...

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

DUMONT: The kitchen will
give you access

to the ballroom
via the south door.

(WOMAN SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)

Champagne.

(SPEAKING TURKISH)

DUMONT: He's the mark,
why are you walking away?

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

I have to tell you,
that is just
the most amazing...

Oh!

What the hell is
wrong with you,
you clumsy idiot?

Look, do we...

Can we talk to somebody
about getting
me another shirt?

WOMAN: Okay.
Jesus.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Scotch.

Let me help you, sir.

You speak English?

(GROANING)

HARPER: Okay, we got
a situation. You gotta get
out of there now.

My father was American.
Two packs a day, unfiltered.

Gotta be careful,
those things can kill you.

So can mouthing off
at guests.

Know your place, kid.

HARPER: They know.
You need to get out.

Now!

(GROANS)

What is this?

Told you those
things will kill you.

(TOM SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Time to go to work.

(MAN SHOUTING IN TURKISH)

(SIREN WAILING)

TOM: Just hold him still
so I can get a scan.

HARPER: Maybe if you'd
dosed him properly...

I was trying to
put him to sleep,

not kill the poor bastard.
Just hold him still.

WOMAN:
You have Landespolizei units
approaching to your south.

Proceed to Wilhelmstrasse
and switch to
frequency 126.420.

(BEEPING)

Okay, I'm transmitting
the scan now.

Do it again.
I can't do it again.

They got a lock-out protocol
in place.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes? Agent Mojtabai speaking.

The retinal scan
is being rejected

because of your connection,
cheesecake.

Get ready, kids,
we've been spotted.
We need to dump this vehicle.

Dumont,
I think I figured it out.

Aram?

Tom? Hey! How cool is this?

I didn't expect to talk to you
until Agnes' baptism.

Bless me, Father,
for we need to get on with it.

Guys.

ARAM: Right. Sorry.

They said you drugged Pruitt.

Yeah, 200 micrograms
of fentanyl.

ARAM: Exactly. An opiate
narcotic will cause the pupils

to be constricted
to pinpoint size,
and the scanner...

Retina scanner requires light
to analyze
the back of the eye.

If not enough light passes
into the constricted pupils...

The scanner's unable
to detect
the retinal signature.

TOM: Okay. The bad news?

I just dosed him again.

I don't even know
if he's got pupils right now,

but if we wait...
Waiting isn't an option.

We need to
counteract the meds.
How do we do that?

Tropicamide!
It's what eye doctors
use to dilate your pupils.

Six-three,
we're taking a detour.

Tropicamide. Got it.

This one's on you, Keen.
We're only in
this situation...

We are in this situation
because you
attacked my wedding.

You're right.

But you and I both know
that your wife is in
a much better place.

(GROANS)

That's for my wife.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
TOM: Drive!

Where's Solomon?
I said drive!

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

Aram. Get Keen on the line.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Little busy right now.
COOPER: I just off the phone
with FinCEN.

Key Atlantic's been notified
of Pruitt's abduction

and the bank president's
on his way there now.

He's gonna freeze the account,
lock us out.

TOM: I don't have
the scan yet.

COOPER: Well, get it.
He's gonna be
there any minute.

I got Dumont on the line.
TOM: Yeah, let me guess.

The bank president's
on his way.

DUMONT: According to
the security feeds

in the building,
he's already there.

You got less than a minute
to get that money, honey.

All right! I'm doing it.

Uploading now.

TOM: Are you getting it?

Dumont?

He's trying to lock us out.

Dumont?

DUMONT: Got it. We're in.

Starting the transfer.

Kirk's money is on its way.

ARAM: As soon as the scans
verify, the funds are ours.

DUMONT: It's gonna be close,
sweet cheeks.

(ALL CHEERING)

Reddington.

It's time.

Get Pruitt on the phone.

Yes. I know he was attacked.

By the people
who took our money.

SCOTTIE: Hello, Robert.

Tough day?

Scottie. You heard?

About the money.

Please, please tell me
you know what happened.

Oh, I know exactly
what happened.

I took it.

You did?

You wrote me
a $50,000 check.

You have to give to get.

I gave, now I got.

Well, technically, we got.

Senator,
having taken your money,

I won't take
much of your time.

Unlike Scottie,
I have little
use for politicians

and even less
for their politics.

Who occupies the White House
is of no interest to me.

I tell you this so you know
that taking your money

has nothing to do with you
or what you stand for.

Truth be told,
I haven't the foggiest clue

what you stand for, Senator.

I'm calling the police.

It might be more prudent
to call Alexander Kirk.

I'm sure you
have a contributor
of his stature on speed dial.

Call him.

Senator Diaz.

Senator, what a pleasure.

REDDINGTON: I have your money.

I have your senator.

ALEXANDER: Do you know
what I'm thinking, Raymond?

That house.

By the water.

Holding the gun in your mouth.

I should've
pulled the trigger.

So, you have
my money and my senator,

but you don't have me.

SENATOR DIAZ: Look, I did
what you asked. Just...

REDDINGTON: Tomorrow morning,
you're going to
hold a press conference

to announce you're taking
a moment away from
the campaign trail

to compel
billionaire Alexander Kirk

to testify about
some of his
business activities

before the congressional
committee you chair.

Why are you doing this?

Spare us
the moral outrage, Bob.

We're doing you a favor.

If you get Kirk here,
Reddington can have him.

Once he has him,
you get your
illegal money back

laundered through
anonymous contributions

made to the PAC
of your choice.

I am not going to be
an accomplice to murder.

You are if you
wanna be president.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I know. The christening.
We're coming.

No. No. No, no, no.
I mean, yes, totally, but...

Diaz, he subpoenaed Kirk.

He's forcing him
to come to D.C.

We're gonna get him.

Reddington
must've got his hands
on Kirk's money.

He's gonna use it
against him.

COOPER: When this started,
Kirk was the criminal

who was going
to be controlling
the next president.

Now it's Reddington.

(GASPS) Look at her.

ARAM: She is so beautiful.

And that little dress.

You know, Liz and I
never really had a family.

Until we met you guys.

Albeit, a slightly
dysfunctional family,

the kind where you
try to kill each
other occasionally.

But family nonetheless.

This year especially,
you guys really
came together for her.

For Liz.

Just like I know
you would for Agnes.

So, it didn't take a genius

to decide who Liz
would want to godparent

our little girl.

She'd want all of you.

♪ Is forever enough?

♪ Is forever enough?

♪ How long
do you want to be loved?

♪ Is forever enough?

♪ 'Cause I'm never,
never giving you up ♪

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Mrs. Hargrave's not here.
I'll wait.

TOM: (OVER PHONE) Yeah.
Don't do it.

There's nothing left to do.
Tom.

We needed
the money to get to Kirk.
We've got it.

We have no use
for her any more.

If you kill her,
the answers
you've been looking for

your entire life
will die with her.

What are you talking about?

SCOTTIE:
I remember my little one,

looking up at me,
eyes full of wonder.

My mother.

REDDINGTON: Yes.

Which is why
I didn't want you involved.

Why didn't you tell me?

You have
a child to raise, Tom.

If you start asking questions,
it will put her at risk.

It will put you at risk.

But her son is dead.
She told me that herself.

Christopher Hargrave
went missing

when he was only
three years old.

Christopher Hargrave?

Is that my name?

Susan Hargrave
genuinely believes
her son is dead.

So she has no idea who I am?

What, did somebody
fake my death

and hide me from her
all these years?

Why would anybody do that?

Listen to me, Tom.

Susan Hargrave
has many secrets.

Some of them concern you.

If you want answers,
you must conceal
your true identity.

My perfect baby boy.

He loved the water.

Found that
necklace in a trinket shop
during a trip to Ocean City.

We rented a house
that summer,

spent the whole week
on the beach
building sand castles

with draw bridges
and moats.

That night, Howard and I
had a big fight.

Too much to drink.

The next morning,
Christopher was gone.

The police
searched everywhere,

but nothing. He was just...

Gone.

Like his castle.

It's been 28 years,

and not a day goes by
where I don't
walk into a room,

hoping,
praying he'll be there.

Please tell me
you're not going to try
and kill me again.

That's exactly what
I came here to do.

But for my daughter's sake,
I'm not going to do that.

You're hired.

Sorry, what?

You want me to work for you?

In my experience,
there's a very fine line

between love and hate.

We could do
incredible things together.

I'm sorry about your son.