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Truly, a labor of love to be able to bring this magnificent collection to our city...

Where have you been? They're about to start.

Well, you left your clutch in the car, babe.

Mr. Greyson Blaise.

Thank you, Phoebe. You're truly a patron of the arts.

Speaking of patrons of the arts...

...Napoleon.

His first wife couldn't bear him a child, so he dumped the empress of France...

...for the archduchess of Austria.

He got a child and she got a magnificent gold-and-silver necklace...

...consisting of 234 diamonds, what is widely considered...

...to be the most spectacular jewelry piece of the age.

It's here, and on loan from the Smithsonian.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's with great pleasure that I give to you...

...the Napoleon diamond necklace.

- Wait a second, what is going on? - The necklace has been stolen.

I have no idea.

You've been a naughty boy.

You said you had to have it.

Can't believe you're back. I have so many questions, like where you've been.

I'll tell you later.

But it's done?

- You're back? - Yeah. I'm never gonna leave you again.

- My foot. - Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm out of practice.

- It's okay, come here. - Oh, my God.

When did she get so big?

- Was I really gone that long? - Oh, it happens fast.

Wait.

- You know what we need? - To have sex.

We need to get married.

We never got married.

Yeah.

Great.

- First, let's have sex. - Okay.

Sorry I'm late. Last night was crazy...

No time. No more excuses from anybody.

I gotta answer to the DOJ, Panabaker, and a new FBI director who likes results.

Red's acting like it's vacation.

- I don't wanna make excuses... - Then don't.

If his contacts are compromised...

I don't buy that for one minute. The man knows criminals.

He's plugged into an entire ecosystem of deviants.

I have a hard time believing he's so compromised he can't help us.

No, he's playing grab-ass by the pool between naps and happy hour.

- Where you going? - We are going to find Reddington.

I've had a teenage son.

Best way to handle a man with no aim in life is to confront him directly.

Myron, I'm in your debt.

A lot of good that'll do if the boys find out I was here.

Your associates are buzzards.

But you, my friend, will always be welcome at my table.

This man gets us to a man named Dennison. He gets us to the suitcase.

Elizabeth, Mr. Cooper.

Harold, Elizabeth, please sit. Have a siu mai.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Greyson Blaise.

- Your room, an office? - I'm giving you a Blacklister.

Or are you here to play ColorKu? An absolutely infuriating game.

- Although, I do love the way it looks. - Greyson Blaise?

Didn't he circumnavigate the globe in a balloon?

And raced at Le Mans and trekked across the Sahara...

...and stole van Gogh's Poppy Flowers from a museum in Cairo.

He's an art thief.

A thrill seeker. A van Gogh in Cairo, a Picasso in Rio...

...and last night in New York, a necklace. The Napoleon necklace.

Blaise is a rising star...

...and he's using dark money in politics to spread his influence...

...buying loyalty for the day when the next thrill ride he chooses to go on...

...is to run for something. King, perhaps.

So how do we get to him?

There's an auction in Zagreb 36 hours from now.

I'm told Blaise will be there.

Taking down someone with Blaise's profile is what we need.

Unfortunately for you...

...I'm not telling you about Blaise so you can take him down.

I'm telling you about him so you can help me go into business with him.

- Why would I help you do that? - You need a powerful CI.

Someone people fear.

And if my world learns I'm aligned with Blaise, people will be terrified.

Blaise won't align with you if he knows you're broke.

Which is why we must convince him that I'm not.

Fine. But you're not going to that auction alone.

Keen, Ressler, Navabi are going. I don't want arguments.

Who's arguing? I need a ride, you've got a jet.

What the...?

- We're closed. How'd you get in here? - We need to talk.

Okay. Give me the rundown. What do we know?

Not much, and according to Reddington, that is the appeal.

Apparently, it's an upscale affair run by Juric and Bauer...

...the auction house hosting the event in Zagreb.

According to their website, their auction features exotic...

...coins, stamps, decorative arts.

- One-percenters are gonna be all over it. - Which means security.

The company uses a system to log guests.

I was able to locate their servers and add a new profile.

Lovely. Who am I gonna be this time?

Yasmin Shahidi. The daughter of an Iranian textile manufacturer...

...who made a fortune selling estates in Beverly Hills.

What about Reddington? Risky to bring him in the front.

- Once you're in, find an alternate entry. - South stairwell, 30 seconds.

Nice work.

All right, look, but don't touch. Or bid.

I know the rules, Donald.

Well, humor us and try to follow them.

This is fun. Out and about, a glass of bubbles.

Try to keep a low profile. Last thing we need is someone to recognize you.

Truth be told, being stuck stateside has left me feeling smothered as of late.

Oh, my goodness, look at those Guan vases.

And that flatware.

Did you know Nancy Reagan, she could dress a table...

...specifically for that night's guests at a moment's notice?

Russian silver for a tea with Gorbachev...

...Italian silver stag-head stirrup cups for a last-minute supper with Sinatra.

- Can you imagine? - Sinatra? I can't imagine.

Let's find a paddle card and a catalog.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy dickering over an heirloom now and then.

Just finished my shift. I'll be home in 31 minutes.

Yep, I use Waze to find my way home.

Don't let the scrubs fool you, you're engaged to a moron.

I'll be home soon.

- Whatever it is, the answer is no. - Two minutes, okay? Less.

Please.

We move on, then, to lot 348. Might I remind you...

- ...this collection... - I don't see him.

...bronze cent from each mint...

...including the unique 1943-D bronze penny...

...which PCGS has certified at 68 out of 70.

Shall we open the bidding, then, at $1.8 million?

- Did you hear me? He isn't here. - One-point-eight million.

- What are you doing? You insane? - I can't resist.

We're at an auction. I have to bid on something.

You don't have any money.

Harold does. It's important for me to keep up appearances.

- Can't look like a party pooper. - Two-point-four million.

Anything under 3 for the bronze Lincoln penny...

- ...is highway robbery. - Knock it off.

We are through, at 2.4 million.

- Three. - Three million dollars.

Gentleman's bid now at 3 million.

Sold to you, sir, at $3 million. Paddle 143.

Well, at least we got his attention.

Reddington's her father? Can't say I'm surprised.

Sad for her. What does this have to do with me?

Nothing. That mystery has been solved.

But this one hasn't.

- Who is that? - I don't know.

- That's why I'm here. - Can't help you.

Whoever's in here, this is the dying wish of a good woman. Kaplan died...

...so Liz could find this skeleton and identify the remains.

Liz is FBI. Why can't she ID them?

- She doesn't know about them. - Your two minutes are up.

I tell her, she'll tell Reddington. If he finds out before we...

- We? - He'll find a way to make sure...

- ...she never learns the truth. - There's no we.

Last time I helped you guys keep a secret from him, he almost killed me.

I get it.

Kaplan didn't leave instructions?

Just a number to call when I picked up the suitcase.

She has a confederate. Maybe he has the answers.

I was hoping to get them from you.

I really should go.

Ladies, gentlemen, we come to our next item up for bid.

- A lovely work of craftsmanship... - Raymond Reddington.

- I didn't know you were a collector. - Yes.

But 3 million for a book of coins is a bit rich even for my blood.

Sorry, I don't believe we've had the pleasure. Greyson Blaise.

- Colleen Williams. - Anna Cartwright.

I'm surprised to see you here, Raymond. I heard you were struggling.

If you're struggling, you're alive.

They say that your associate, the woman, she tried to destroy you.

Anna, those are lovely earrings.

They were a gift from Greyson.

Cheers.

Those are just exquisite.

- May I? - Yeah.

Rumor has it you may be in the mood to...

...unload a certain waterway in the Aegean Sea.

I suspect you know surprisingly little about my business dealings.

Perhaps. Or perhaps there's a leak in the boat, Greyson.

One we'd need to plug before hopping into the canoe together.

I shouldn't be seen with you here.

Yet you understand running an enterprise such as mine...

...requires a network of trade routes which could prove quite profitable...

...to a man with your resources.

Go on.

I...

I don't know where Dennison is. Honestly.

I'd tell you if I did.

Do you like carrots?

Yeah, sure. Why?

Good.

Are you making us a meal?

Pasta.

We should give thanks.

All praise is due to Allah, who give us food and drink...

...and whose wisdom may guide us toward a resolution of our conflict...

...that doesn't involve hospitalization.

This is how you get me to tell you where to find Dennison?

I believe one gets more flies with honey than vinegar.

I have also studied the Behavioral Change Stairway Model...

...developed by the FBI's hostage-negotiation unit.

If the goal is to get one to tell something they don't want to tell...

...empathy and rapport are vital.

This tastes amazing.

Red or white?

Red, please.

To finding Mr. Dennison.

What am I thinking? This isn't the time nor the place to talk business.

- Let's go have a drink. - I don't think so, it's getting late.

- A nightcap. Amaro, perhaps? - Anna. I have an early morning.

Well, if you change your mind or care to see the Rembrandt, give me a call.

Wait. The Rembrandt?

Storm on the Sea of Galilee.

That's been missing for nearly 30 years.

Missing? The thing's hanging on the wall of my house on Lake Como.

That's it. I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier.

We're having a get-together at the house. You should come.

You have a house on Lake Como?

That's not far from me. Why didn't I know that?

It's a fairly recent acquisition, papered, of course, to ensure my privacy.

I'm throwing a birthday party for a friend. Drinks in the garden.

We can talk a little shop...

...and you can experience Sea of Galilee in the flesh.

I'm busy Saturday.

But if my plans change, I might try and swing by.

For the Rembrandt.

Cheers, Raymond.

I thought you were broke. I didn't know you had a house on Lake Como.

- I don't. - Why tell him you're throwing a party?

It was the first thing that came to mind. I hope Harold's still in the office.

- Can you call him? - And say what?

That we need his checkbook. We're throwing a party.

You want the FBI to throw you a party? Why on earth would I agree to that?

Because I told Greyson Blaise I was throwing a party.

I'm sorry, I'm just so confused, Harold. Do you not like parties?

Why did you promise Blaise a painting you don't own...

...at a party you're not throwing, at a home you don't have?

I had to say something.

What if Blaise doesn't show?

He's an art collector who has an opportunity to see...

...a magnificent painting that's been missing for 27 years.

He'll show.

The FBI isn't in the business of throwing criminals parties.

Let me worry about the house and the party.

I only need your assistance acquiring the painting.

The Sea of Galilee was stolen in 1990. No one has seen it since.

Amalia Hammett sees it every day. It's sitting on an easel in the living room...

- ...of her apartment in Paris. - How do you know that?

- I brokered the sale. - You want us to steal it back.

The woman is in possession of a stolen work of art.

The FBI can't seize it in Europe.

While you could request a joint operation with the French...

...I'm not sure they'll let you lend it to my estate on Lake Como.

So, yes, you should steal it.

- Hey, Navabi, you got eyes? - Not yet, any minute.

Aram says her calendar indicates that she and Marius...

...have a manicure every Thursday at 11.

He sounds like a real heartthrob. Who is this guy, her boyfriend?

More like her bitch. I'm on the move.

You gotta be kidding me.

Speaking of loyal companions, how are things with you and Aram?

Lovely. Thank you for asking.

- You and I got a problem. - I'm touched. You're jealous.

Not quite. The old lady's coming back with her hamster.

Painting's not where he said it would be.

- What are you talking about? - The Sea of Galilee, it's gone.

Well, Hammett's on her way up.

I'm so sorry. Do you speak English? I just need some directions.

I'm sorry, young man, I'm very late.

All right, Navabi, you gotta go. She's on her way up. Now.

- The Rembrandt, where is it? - What are you doing in my flat?

I have no earthly idea what you're talking about. Out.

Get out. I'm calling the police.

You're not calling anyone.

It's amazing.

How'd you convince the owner to let you use it?

I haven't, but I will.

Sometimes being notorious has its perks.

I know I've thrown a lot at you, so please, take time to discuss.

So you want to take our house.

Not take. Borrow.

He wants to have a party.

I understand, but you do know who he is?

- The cowboy, the American... - He's a criminal, not a cowboy...

...and I don't see what other choice we have...

We'll let you two talk.

Maybe you could just rent a different house.

One doesn't simply rent the kind of estate...

...I would have on Lake Como. Besides, I told Blaise we had a garden.

They'll come around.

No.

- What? - My husband, Paolo, he says no.

Analia, who plays the piano?

Paolo.

Please tell Paolo he's hosting a party tomorrow afternoon.

He can either drink champagne and tickle the ivories...

...or spend the rest of the night locked in the wine cellar.

What kind of music would you like?

We know you bought The Sea of Galilee.

That Reddington brokered the sale.

- You either tell us where it is or I... - Or what? Who are you, anyway?

You're not French police, you have no right to come into my home.

You're right. We have no right to be here...

...which should tell you we're serious people with a need...

...for the information that we are requesting.

Since we're willing to break in...

...no telling what we'd be willing to do to you or Marius.

- How did you know my dog's name? - Where is the painting?

- What do you mean, she sold it? - Out of the country.

Backstabbing old bird. She promised if she decided to let that painting go...

...she'd allow me to broker the sale. Donald, we need that painting.

It's not here and we can't get it, so I hope you have a plan B.

I'm out of the game.

Dale, hear me out. I'll double your highest fee.

Raymond, I like you, I do, but this isn't about the money.

The thrill is gone.

Right.

You know what, never mind. It would've been impossible.

- What's impossible? - No, I get it. I'll go.

What are you trying to duplicate?

Galilee.

Impossible.

Nobody can re-create Rembrandt. You'd have to be a fool to try.

Forget I asked. It was a mistake. You're on to other things.

How long until you need it?

Twenty-four hours.

You'll have it in 20.

Christoforo. Hello, old friend.

Yes, a party.

Yes, yes. Why would I not invite you?

No, no. Where are you?

Yes, a party. Yes, yes. No, no, no.

No, no, bring Basillo and his wife.

No, no, no. Yes, and the sister too.

Yes.

- You look nice. - Thank you. You look...

What is that?

I only brought one suit. I had to borrow something from Paolo.

What color is that, pumpkin? It looks like a pumpkin.

His wife says it's Tuscan Sunset.

- Where's Ressler? - On his way.

More than I can say for Blaise.

According to the tracker, they're still at their house.

Yes, the tracker. About that.

The men just finished a security sweep.

They found this.

What do you mean, you intended for the tracking device to be found?

To gain his trust. I told Blaise he had a mole.

The tracking device confirms it.

- Reporting what? I don't... - Get her out.

No, Greyson, baby, please. Greyson. Get off. Greyson!

Anna Cartwright is not a spy.

No, she's a con artist and a thief.

But she's innocent of this. By framing her, she could be killed.

She won't be killed. She'll be banished.

To rebuild, I need Blaise, and to get to him, I need his trust.

Where the bloody hell is Ressler?

How'd you know about Anna?

I didn't.

Raymond Reddington did.

Perhaps I should attend his little party after all.

Okay. The good news is Ressler is en route...

...and the painting will be here in 20 minutes.

- And the bad news? - Blaise just walked in.

Of course he did.

Greyson. Welcome.

Raymond. It seems rumors of your demise have been exaggerated.

Fake news. The curse of our times.

So where's this painting?

I have absolutely no idea.

So many rooms, so many masterpieces. Let's wander.

I'm sure we'll stumble upon it eventually.

Cheers.

Welcome to Geo, can I help you?

Yeah, I just need to change the...

- ...billing address on my account. - Sure, I can help you with that.

- You all right, man? - Yeah.

Let me get your number.

It's 202-555-0105.

Mr. Dennison?

You don't have to call me mister. I'm sorry, man. My wife just left me.

Oh, no, no. That's fine...

...Albert. No worries.

I'll get that billing address changed. Let me get the last four of your social.

Seven years we've been together, you know?

- Sorry. - And she's sleeping with her boss.

- What? - Now I have to move out.

I found that apartment, I remodeled it myself.

Now I'm sleeping on my buddy's couch. She's banging a guy named Phil.

- That's messed up. - The guy wears a bowling shirt.

The kind with his nickname embroidered on the front.

And it's "Chesty," all right?

She picked a guy named Chesty over me.

If I could get that new address for the bill...

- ...I'll fix you right up. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's 618 Hillgrove.

Great.

You want me to discontinue the copy being sent to the Kinsey Street address?

That's fine. I don't even get it. I just pay it online.

No, says here you still get a copy sent to 319 Kinsey Street.

I'd be a completely silent partner.

Harold Lloyd hanging from the clock tower.

Risking all, saying nothing.

It's an interesting proposal.

My goods run through your ports.

If I'm caught, you disavow. If I'm not, you get 5 percent of the profits.

Ten percent and you have a deal. If you show me the painting.

Yes.

It looks even better if you have a glass of champagne in your hand.

Where is that young girl?

Don't move a muscle.

- Finally. - Apparently, genius can't be rushed.

Careful! It's still wet.

There's an entrance on the south side leading into the study.

Analia, just in the nick of time.

No, enough with the champagne. And the stalling.

Do you have the painting or not?

As a matter of fact, I don't.

Truth be told, I'm broke.

I knew it. And this, all of this, the estate?

- Belongs to Analia here. - The caterer.

And the pianist, Paolo.

They lent it to me under duress.

Is that true?

- Leaving so soon? - Sugar, it can't be soon enough.

But you haven't seen the painting yet.

- What's this? - Well, we were just taking it down to...

Don't understand, you said you didn't have it.

I don't. You do. That's why my men were taking it down.

A gift to commemorate our new partnership.

It's beautiful.

So much more vivid than any photograph.

The colors jump out, almost as if the oils on the canvas were still wet.

Dale has spent two long years restoring it.

And now it's yours.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't.

You could, and you will. Wrap it up and load it into his vehicle.

- I don't know what to say. - Go. Enjoy.

We'll talk tomorrow, set things in motion.

Thank you, Raymond.

I can't believe it worked.

Almost.

Inspector Scutari.

Yes, hello. I'm calling about the stolen painting.

Si, the Rembrandt.

He did what?

It worked. The entire plan.

Blaise agreed to align with Red, then Red turned him in to the Italian police.

Apparently it was pre-planned.

There was an art-crime inspector waiting for Reddington's call.

Sir, are you seeing this?

So Mr. Reddington gave the forgery to Blaise as a gift...

...then set him up to get arrested?

This makes no sense. The reason to go there...

...was to convince Blaise to do business with Red.

So he played us. But why?

I told you, the reason we're here is to rebuild my empire.

By partnering with Blaise.

By getting him to vouch for your financial situation.

That is a lily I may have gilded. But it's a lovely evening on Lake Como.

Let's not spoil it picking the sense from the nonsense.

Where are you going?

Blaise's mansion is about 15 minutes from here...

...and inside it is the cornerstone on which I can begin to rebuild.

Are you telling me that this entire thing...

...the forgery, the mansion, the 150 bottles of wine...

...and Blaise's arrest, were all an extremely expensive...

...and elaborate ruse so that you could rob him?

Yes.

Cool.

- Cool? - Maybe the wine.

Or the fact that I have no legal jurisdiction in Italy.

Or that Blaise called me "sugar" earlier, but, yeah, I think it's really cool.

Help you with something?

Why aren't you destroying everything?

Destroy, I'm sorry, who are...?

We're on the brink of a level-four breach.

- What's your name? - Caden Gard, chief international counsel.

I got some attorney out here.

I'm here because Blaise has been arrested less than 20 minutes ago.

Within another 20, this place'll be crawling with Carabinieri.

I called ahead, gave explicit instructions...

- ...everything was to be destroyed. - We just got a tip from Interpol...

Blaise was arrested. Why am I standing here?

Miss Chloe and I are only here because this is a single-scope SCI sweep.

- I don't know what that is. - Oh, my God. Where is Peniford?

Peniford?

All right, radio your team. Everyone.

Tell them I'm on site and we're at tier three, okay?

Miss Chloe, contact our man at Interpol. Find out how much time we have.

If anyone shows up, the alert word is pumpkin. You, inside.

We're tier three.

Cell phones, pagers, anything with a chip needs to go in the microwave.

Egidio says police are on their way, 15 minutes or less.

You. Can you access the security feeds?

- Yes, sir. - Destroy them.

Okay, people, listen up. Sugarfoot has been arrested.

Time is of the essence. We're tier three...

...but we prepared for this. You know the protocol.

This is now officially a single-scope operation.

You and you, find anything with a hard drive.

Get it in the bathtub. You two, you're on paperwork.

Anything with numbers gets burned.

Show Miss Chloe the financials. You, show me Yankee Bob White.

- Sir? - The safe. Where's the safe?

Oh, my God. He's keeping financials on the entire staff.

This could implicate all of us. Take it downstairs and burn it.

You, get me the combination to that safe.

Take these.

Before we get killed, do you mind telling me what we're looking for?

Blaise's passports. Find them, shred them.

Miss Chloe? Time.

Six minutes and counting.

Some of the records are on paper.

But he keeps important docs on this thumb drive.

The passports. Go, now.

What about the painting? Dance?

- The Picasso? - Get it out of here. Anywhere.

Have them put it in my car.

- Take it. Take it. - What?

The Lincoln Penny? That's what we're here to steal? A coin.

Do you have the thumb drive?

Threw both of Mr. Blaise's desktops in the lake.

The police may find them, but the drives are toast.

Listen to me. Good God, man, listen.

If you make it out, there's a hotel in Paris...

- ...3241 Rue de la Mare, say it back. - 3241 Rue de la Mare.

Go there. Get a room under the name Mr. DeLacey. Say it!

- Mr. DeLacey. - Right. I'll make contact when it's safe.

Until then, talk to no one. Do you understand?

Good luck, mate. And godspeed.

- Is that really a Picasso in the back seat? - Yes. That was a nice surprise.

Harold, you're obviously upset.

No, I'm not upset. "Upset" is an emotional word.

My reaction isn't about emotion, it's about my job.

It's about you keeping me in the dark.

Refusing to respect my role as head of this task force.

You know what else it's about?

Your ego and your obvious failure to understand that this operation...

...everything we do, is hanging by a thread.

I thought you might be upset.

Lured us in. Acted like the only thing you needed was a ride to that auction.

Next thing I know, my people are stealing paintings.

To be fair, stealing back a painting. Or...

...trying, at least.

Not to mention, half a dozen invoices for a party at a house on Lake Como.

Right.

Please don't forget to pay the catering bill. Those folks were very, very nice.

After all that, what do we have to show for it? Nothing.

You handed Blaise over to the Italian police. We don't get credit.

True, the Italians will get credit for arresting Blaise with The Sea of Galilee.

Of course, it's not The Sea of Galilee, which they will realize...

...at which point they'll be forced to release Blaise with apologies.

- So nobody gets him. - Wrong. You get him.

You and this task force.

Because while the Carabinieri have bogus evidence...

...you have the genuine article.

Fast, hard proof of Blaise's criminal activities...

...all over the globe.

Art heists. Missing masterpieces.

That necklace alone should be enough to put him away...

...and get your new director off your back for a long weekend, at least.

What was in that house that was so important?

Penny for your thoughts.

Why'd you do it?

Why'd you let me?

Wasn't the wine.

I'm scared of you.

Now more than ever.

Of who you are, because...

...it might be who I am too.

I let you do it because it felt like the right thing to do.

It wasn't.

But it certainly felt that way because...

Because you're my daughter?

In more ways than I care to admit.

Are you Dennison?

Who did this to you?

What happened? You okay? Who did this to you?

I'm sorry.

Albert.

Albert. Look at me.

Do you know who I am?

You're a tough son of a bitch.

Your loyalty to Kate is admirable.

But you will die, Albert.

Here and now, if you don't tell me where that suitcase is.

Who has it?

I won't ask you again.

Hey, hey, why did I pick up the suitcase?

- O... - What?

Oleander.

Who's Oleander?

Find him.

Who is that? What is Olea... What is Oleander?

- Hey, it's me. - Nik, what's up?

I've been thinking about this. What you said.

I have no interest in getting involved with Reddington, but if what you said...

If you think Liz is in some kind of danger, just tell me what you need me to do.

Thank you, Nik, that's...

Thanks. I don't feel comfortable on the phone. Can we meet?

Yeah. Text me an address.

Smells amazing.

Yeah, well, hold your judgment until you've tried it.

Because I might end up killing us all.

Us all?

What's going on?

Elizabeth, good evening.

Hello. What's going on?

Tom didn't tell you? I was invited to dinner.

I set four settings. Every time I see you...

...you're with Dembe. I thought the two of you, you know...

I don't know what I thought.

Thank you, Tom.

I regret I can't stay, I have another engagement.

Sorry to have inconvenienced you, but at least you'll have plenty of leftovers.

Before I go, let's have a toast.

What exactly are we celebrating?

Tom's return, of course.

Your family must be very happy to have you back.

I remember warning you not to embark on that silly adventure.

But nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Welcome home.

Cheers.

So, what have you been up to?