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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?

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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?

- DR. - 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.

Thank you.

Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullah.

Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullah.

Vasko?

Milos?

Yeah?

It's done.

Come home, Weecha.

I want you to keep that box,

and on the day you decide to leave...

I'm not going to leave.

But you can.

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.

Hey.

You want to know what the logic is?

Why I keep secrets?

I do it because I'm terrified.

Of what?

The flood gates.

And, no, they're not tears.

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.