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Don't look now, but...

Look, look, look.

Okay, I just watched that, and I think I'm pregnant.

And he's walking over.

- God. It's Bronwyn. - What? It's almost 11.

- Don't answer it. - I have to.

Yes? Just... Hang on one second.

- Can you say that again? - Oliver threw a fit.

They bumped the meeting. We're presenting tomorrow.

- I need to get back tonight. You're... - Rebooking your flight.

- Out of Newark. Is that music? - Serious?

- You're not out on a Tuesday, are you? - No, no. I...

- You hate Newark. - Almost as much as I hate Oliver.

Meeting's moved, I need a flight. Here's my cab. Call when you get this fixed.

Sorry, I wasn't avoiding you earlier. It's my boss. She's a bitch.

Found it.

Got what we came for.

Finish them off.

The police are wrong. They think some ex-con named Navarro killed Tom.

- He didn't. - Paris, I'd like you to meet Elizabeth.

Paris and I met when he was a saucier at Le Bernadin.

- Pleasure to meet you. No, thank you. - Shall I set a third place for lunch?

You may wanna think twice. He's making a turbot with matsutake-mushroom broth.

Another time.

Someone else killed Tom. It wasn't Navarro.

I wish I knew more. All I know is that the men who died in your home...

...were members of the Nash syndicate. I believe they were hired to go after Tom.

I've pursued other members of the organization for more than a year.

And they've proven to be ignorant of the incident...

...or whoever hired them is powerful enough to keep them quiet.

I didn't know you were back.

- Good to see you. - Good to be seen. How are you?

- How's Aram? How are you and Aram? - Boring. Blissful, domestic.

I'm so happy for you.

How's Agnes?

- I should go. - Wait. I'm here about a case...

- ...you don't wanna hear it? - I wanna hear about boring and domestic.

I'll let you handle the case.

What do you know about the nerve-gas attack?

Fifty-seven people died. Members of the terrorist cell claiming responsibility...

- ...have been taken into custody. - On Monday, the Treasury...

...will likely attempt to freeze the accounts...

- ...which financed the attack. - Liz isn't coming back?

Twelve hours ago, a man known as the Informant...

...accessed a list of those accounts on the classified computers...

...used by the Senate Intelligence Committee.

And the list of bank accounts he stole?

Reddington believes he plans to ransom them to the account holders.

Giving them a chance to transfer their assets...

- ...before the freeze goes into effect. - Can't Treasury track transfers?

They did. To terrorists in Toronto, Barcelona and Paris.

These accounts are financing terrorism.

We don't know the account holders' identity.

- What do we know about the theft? - List was on classified computers...

...at the Senate Intelligence Committee. Senator Cooligan was at dinner...

...when his badge and password were used to access the computers.

We're looking for someone who had access to his credentials.

- What do we know about his staff? - Eleven members.

All with some level of restricted access.

Two are out of the country...

...and six others have solid alibis...

- ...with capitol police. - The remaining three?

Two are waiting to be cleared. They also work for the committee.

- This guy, Bishop. - Howard Bishop. Aide who has held...

...positions with state, treasury, FDA...

All of which have suffered leaks from the Informant.

Navabi, Ressler, locate Bishop and get him in here for questioning.

Aram, find everything you can. Calls, texts, credit-card swipes.

I wanna retrace every step he's taken in the last 48 hours.

There he is, 11:00.

I explained it's a non-issue. I'm not talking about this.

Does he look uneasy?

- Do you have his cell? - I do. He's not using it.

If Bishop's on a cell, it's either not registered in his name...

...or it's a burner.

Yes. I understand.

What do you say we let this thing play out?

- Aram, we're going to comms. - Copy that. Comms are up.

Navabi, what makes you so certain Keen's not coming back?

- Just a feeling. - I'm worried about her.

If I were her, I'd do whatever it takes to find my husband's killer.

Looks like lunch.

- What do you mean, "Whatever it takes"? - Breaking the rules, ignoring the law.

- Whatever it takes. - To find the killer? That's sweet.

- Nothing sweet about a cop breaking rules. - Says the man who never jaywalked.

Or had hair out of place or a wrinkle in his suit.

You'd make an amazing criminal. If you were crooked, no one would know.

I would.

He's on the move again.

I'm meeting a friend.

- He's not here. - He made us.

Notify M.P.D.C. and capitol police.

Tell them to throw a net. See if you can't pull the CCTV in the area.

This guy's here somewhere.

He couldn't have gone far.

Excuse me, I need to talk to somebody.

I have information about a crime.

- What? - Hey. It's me.

You were right.

That lead on Reddington finally heated up.

- Keen? - Yeah. She's back.

You want us to move in?

No, no, no. Leave her be.

She's not going anywhere.

This may take some time.

We'll let things run their course.

I'll handle things my end.

I'll be in touch.

- You're lying. - I'm bearing witness.

To a hit-and-run that happened as the sanctions list...

- ...was being stolen. It's convenient. - A woman was killed.

I gave the cops a description of the car. Yeah. I wish I knew more. I don't.

If you did see this hit-and-run, why wait 24 hours to report it?

Because I was with a married woman...

...when I saw it and my coming forward would...

- ...expose her. - Does your friend have a name?

Sonia Fisher. Judge Sonia Fisher.

I reported the crime, just not who I was with when I saw it.

- And Howard Bishop was with you? - Yes.

- Had he been with you all night? - She told the truth about the crime.

- She lied about the affair. We lied. - My husband was suspicious.

- He hired a PI to follow me. - That's who I thought I was running from.

We were meeting for lunch, and he ran so we wouldn't be seen.

I'm not proud of the affair. It proves I'm not a thief.

I did not steal the sanctions list.

The Informant's name's Howard Bishop. A staffer in Cooligan's office.

Quick work, Harold.

Celebratory drink?

Paris makes a rye-and-absinthe cocktail that could blind an elephant.

- Nothing to celebrate yet. - Oh, that's delicious.

Wealth is such a privilege.

I've learned to love it.

Well, it's not emotional, like...

...hearing Maria Schneider's "The Thompson Fields" for the first time...

...or watching the sun set over the caldera in Santorini.

But for pure meaningless joy, nothing compares.

We didn't catch Bishop.

He turned himself in. Claimed to be a witness to a hit-and-run.

You know if he sold the list yet?

No. Nor who the buyer may be.

We think he's selling to an account holder, but we can't ID them.

I'm hoping you can.

Elizabeth is back.

So I hear. How is she?

Determined to find Tom's killers.

- That's understandable. - I'm the devil on one shoulder.

You're the angel on her other. She's in troubled waters, Harold.

Please help her to navigate them.

- Detective Singleton, right? - You remember.

Last time we spoke, you were getting out of the hospital.

- How you feeling? - Much better, thank you.

- May I come in? - Now's not a good time.

- Can I get your card? I'll call. - I gave you my card last time.

It wasn't a good time then, either.

You vanished. All these months later, I'm waiting for your call.

I went away. I just got back.

Day before yesterday, 6:38 p.m.

- You're watching my apartment. - I'm trying to find your husband's killers.

Thought you'd call when you got back.

Then again, I thought you'd call before you left.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

Read my mind.

- Herman. - Mr. Reddington.

I was surprised to get your call.

I was under the impression that our private-banking minimums...

- ...were, at present, beyond your reach. - Oh, my God.

I've missed your tightly wound officiousness...

...all clenched and pink and puckered.

Perhaps this will loosen your stool.

It's true, I had a setback, but I'm flush now, and my assets are seeking shelter...

- ...from the storm. - Nine figures?

Mid-nines. I haven't read the fine print...

...but I do believe that meets your minimums.

It'll be a pleasure doing business.

Throttle back. You're the fourth bank I've met today.

I'll tell you the same thing I told them.

- What's this? - Account numbers.

I need the names behind the numbers.

These are not our accounts.

- I couldn't possibly... - This is an opportunity.

The U.S. government is about to freeze those funds.

If I can ID the account holders...

...and notify them before the freeze goes into effect...

...I'll be owed a favor by individuals who will be in desperate need...

...of safe haven for the very funds I'll have secured for them.

If you can help me identify those account holders...

...I'd be happy to refer them to you.

You must have some means of identifying such promising new clientele.

- He stabbed my husband. - The man with the Damascus knife.

Navarro worked for him.

These three...

...work for Navarro. Part of the Nash syndicate.

Used to run drugs outside of Kaufman Food and Liquor.

And Damascus? Who is he?

I have no idea. Look, we questioned Navarro.

Nothing stuck, so we had to kick him loose.

Why were these men here?

- I don't know. - No idea what their connection was?

There was no connection. He was helping a friend.

Nik Korpal. Who was also killed.

- Know why he was helping Dr. Korpal? - No.

Bullets pulled from these bodies didn't match the weapons found at the scene.

Someone killed your attackers.

Any idea who?

I was unconscious at that point.

- How did you get to the hospital? - What?

Who took you there?

I don't know.

I know you already know this...

...so consider this a friendly reminder.

You're an accessory if you help someone get away with crime.

That's a friendly reminder?

In case you misplaced the last one.

If you think of anything, give me a call.

- And who might you be? - I'm not helping you. You can't make me.

Monetary authority caught Miss Isaacson trying to hack into our accounts.

A judge reduced her sentence in exchange...

...for her agreeing to help identify vulnerabilities in our own system.

A fox in the hen house. You'll have to keep a close watch on the chickens.

If anyone can put names to the numbers...

- ...it's Miss Isaacson. - I'm not going to.

- Name your price. - I don't want your money.

What do you want?

Bite me.

A woman after my own heart.

You're an anarchist. You know Charlie Chaplin was an anarchist?

I've cultivated a healthy hatred for governments and rules...

...and all the incumbent fetters. I understand. Oh, well, Herman.

We tried. Perhaps next time.

Wait a minute, what about Sogi-san?

- The tattoo artist? - I helped him secure...

- ...a very rare dye several years ago. - I'm sorry, a tattoo artist?

A reclusive but visionary artist.

Which is all the more impressive considering he does his best work...

...after drinking himself half blind.

Otaru, Hokkaido prefecture.

You get me those names, I'll get you an appointment.

If I'm lying, you can always hack into the bank...

...and steal the whole omakase.

I'm sure Sogi-san will do wonders for that...

...whisper of unmarked flesh below your suprasternal notch.

Get me the appointment. I'll get you the names.

Perhaps Tweety Bird or Yosemite Sam.

Or a lady riding a monkey wrench.

Reddington identified the names on the list.

We believe the buyer is Rosmin Hamzah.

- Bornean national with ties in Asia. - Why him?

Based on the names Red provided, we put out an alert.

TSA flagged Hamzah 12 hours ago at Dulles under an assumed name.

Agents have tracked him to a hotel in Dupont Circle.

Have Ressler stay with Bishop. Take a team and follow Hamzah.

If Reddington's right, we'll walk away with the Informant...

...and a major sponsor of terrorism.

- I'm looking for Navarro. - Who?

Never heard of him.

- Don't walk away from me. - What you say to me?

This corner is run by the Nash syndicate.

Navarro's your boss. I need to speak with him.

You in the wrong place.

I told you not to walk away from me while I'm asking...

You're in the wrong place. Now start to drive off or we'll have a...

You want me to drive?

Okay.

- Stop. - You look athletic in that tracksuit.

But I got a full tank of gas, so...

- Stop. - I'm gonna ask one more time.

- Navarro? - Stop, stop. Please.

There's these two guys...

Shelly and Madigan. They ran the block before I took over.

- Navarro? - I don't know who that is.

Please, stop.

Crisanto. He'll know who you're looking for.

Keep talking.

Crisanto. He does the pick-ups for the money.

- I call him for re-up, he comes. - Give him a call.

Unless you wanna take another drive.

Panic, you'll run out of air. You'll pass out. Pass out, you can't answer my questions.

If you don't answer my questions, I'll kill you. Got it?

Navarro, where is he?

I've never met him. But I know a guy, Pee-Wee, runs things for Navarro.

He'll know. Pee-Wee will know.

And where is Pee-Wee?

Hamzah's driver dropped him off at Union Station.

Bishop's heading south on 6th. Let's assume we're headed your way.

I'll notify M.P.D. C.

If Bishop's the Informant, his alibi with the judge was a lie...

- ...which means she's in on it too. - One bad guy at a time, okay?

- I'm busy. - Mr. Sturgeon.

The man you're tailing is a client.

Oh, am I tailing someone?

Tell your team to back off.

- I thought I was just out picking up lunch. - Bishop's the Informant.

He stole the list. You nudged in and then I gave him an alibi.

- The hit-and-run. - So much for lunch.

The hit-and-run was a murder.

Judge swore it was an accident because she does what you tell her.

Yup, just like you.

When I told her to say Bishop was with her...

...when she saw it, that's what she did. How's that for power?

I got a judge to admit to an affair she wasn't having.

Nothing I can do, we got teams on the buyer.

Then improvise. Tell your team to stand down...

...or I'll leak the dirt I have on you, and you'll be put away for life.

I need a 20 on Bishop.

- Bishop's turning away from the station. - What do you mean? His buyer is here.

He's made you. If you don't reposition, we risk losing him.

I need you to divert all units to the west parking lot.

Suspect is moving south, southwest.

Reposition. Target's on the move. Cover all southern entrances.

Ressler, where are you? You have eyes on the target?

Ressler, do you copy?

Howard Bishop. FBI, you're under arrest. Hands in the air.

Navabi, I got Bishop in custody. Hamzah's heading your way now.

You've just made a horrible mistake.

You're not my first client to grow a conscience.

Go on, open it.

I paid my debt.

- I'm done. - You disobeyed me.

I said I'm through.

What are you gonna do?

Arrest me?

On what charge? Murder?

Of who? Cover up? Of what?

You have no evidence against me.

You don't even know my name.

But I know everything about you.

Starting with you pretending to be Frank Sturgeon.

Hiring me...

...to dispose of the national security advisor.

You're a crooked cop, Agent Ressler.

Know what they do to crooked cops in prison?

One with such a pretty face.

You're right.

I can't arrest you, but I can kill you.

Which is what I'm gonna do if you ever, ever get in touch with me again.

Oh, I'll be in touch.

It's your funeral.

Do you remember Henry Prescott?

Prescott?

Guy responsible for covering up Reven's murder.

I know who he is. Why are you asking?

Bishop is his client.

- Who told you that? - Bishop.

I've been interrogating him for the last hour.

- You okay? - Took forever to process Hamzah.

What happened? One minute you're pulling Navabi off of Hamzah.

Next, you're on top of him and Bishop.

Well, I thought he made us. I was wrong.

Hardly. Because of your arrest...

...Bishop and Hamzah are in custody. The sanctions list was recovered.

- Assets have been frozen. - Bishop wasn't across town...

...when it was stolen. Judge said they were together. Prescott told her to.

- Why would she do that? - Bishop doesn't know...

...but the hit-and-run was planned.

Prescott planted the judge there in advance as a witness.

- So it wasn't an accident. - It was murder.

The victim was Jasmine Perez. An M.P.D.C. Internal Affairs investigator.

I got nothing from Bishop in terms of a motive or a suspect...

...but the good IA officer's worst enemy is a bad cop.

Ressler, Navabi, talk to IA.

Find the lead investigator.

We've arrested a terrorist and traitor. If a crooked cop is in the story, I want him too.

Pee-Wee.

- Who's asking? - Crisanto told me...

...you could bring me to Navarro.

I just work the grill.

And launder money for Navarro.

Where does he keep the money?

Who the hell are you?

I'm the woman you're taking to Navarro.

You can bring him a stranger...

...or you can bring him a stranger who you let burn all his money.

What's it gonna be?

Detective Farwell, we appreciate you taking time to speak with us.

- About time the feds got involved. - What makes you say that?

The past month, Detective Perez had a few investigations go south on her.

Evidence went missing, cops walked back testimony.

She thought there was dirt.

- What do you think? - I think she was onto a dirty cop.

And killed her to keep her quiet.

We went through her files. No mention...

...of missing evidence or recanted testimony.

Not on departmental files.

Prying eyes. Offline, she kept a more detailed accounting.

- Did you see those files? - Yes.

I told the investigating officers about them. They showed no interest.

Which is why I'm relieved to see you guys. Someone's gotta police the police.

We'd appreciate letting us into her apartment...

- ...so we can access her server. - I'll do better. I'll tell you her password.

She shared it with me, so I could keep up to date.

It's Frank Sturgeon.

- Who's Frank Sturgeon? - She never said.

Maybe the one who got away.

There's no record of a Frank Sturgeon on file. Think it's an alias?

Ressler?

FBI. We're here to search Detective Perez's apartment.

Ressler.

- You check the bedroom? - What's going on?

- You didn't say a word. - We're looking for a cop killer.

- Is that it? - What else would it be?

I don't know. That's why I'm asking you.

Can you check the bedroom, please?

Look, this is Detective Perez with Internal Affairs.

- Whoever this is... - I can't arrest you...

...but I can kill you.

Which is what I'm gonna do if you ever...

...ever get in touch with me again.

- Yeah? - Hello, Donald.

I think it's time for us to have a little chat.

I understand we're nowhere on the hit-and-run.

Not yet.

- Can we talk about Ressler? - Of course.

The way he acted at Union Station...

...his behavior at Detective Perez's apartment...

...I can't put my finger on it, but he seems...

Unsteady.

- You've noticed? - I have. He seems preoccupied.

- He won't talk. - I'll speak with him.

- Ask him to come up. - He's not here.

- Where is he? - He got a phone call and ran out...

...of Detective Perez's apartment. I have no idea why.

Take Agent Mojtabai, find the judge.

I wanna know why she lied and who she's covering for.

I'm worried about him.

So am I.

How did you know about Prescott?

I make it my business to know.

Make it your business to know his real name?

Because that would come in handy right now.

Why, so you can kill him?

How does the Informant fit into this?

The Informant is a client of Prescott's.

You're Prescott's fixer, I put you on to the Informant...

...so Prescott would ask to get off.

- Why would you do that? - As a test.

See how far down the rabbit hole you'd fallen.

Good news is, you passed.

Prescott asked you to look the other way, you didn't.

Because of that he's gonna destroy me.

Thanks for nothing.

I thought we'd pay Bishop's make-believe girlfriend a visit.

The judge?

She knows I'm an agent. We can't go in together.

As long as you play dirty cop we'll be fine.

Under the circumstances, I think you can manage that, can't you?

- Who is it? - Agent Donald Ressler.

I have a few follow-up questions.

I have nothing else to say to you.

Judge Fisher, I'm Raymond Reddington.

Let me begin by saying I'm a great fan.

You incarcerated three of my fiercest competitors.

It may come as a surprise, but I appreciate...

...a good law-and-order judge.

What is this all about, Agent Ressler?

Well, Reddington and I, we have an arrangement.

Like you and Prescott.

- Don't know anything about... - I know a man...

...who gets people to talk in the most ingenious ways.

Utilizing the most unlikely tools for his trade.

Animals, insects, a well-placed cork.

Unfortunately, times being what they are...

...my associate has taken a job working on an ostrich farm...

...outside of Texarkana.

But to get the truth out of a judge, I'm sure he'd come out of retirement.

We know Perez was murdered to cover up police corruption.

And that Prescott got you to lie about what you saw...

- ...in order to protect her killer. - Ridiculous.

FBI's on its way to arrest you...

...as an accessory after the fact of a cop murder.

- I told the truth. - Bishop's already in custody.

See, he confessed. Cut a deal to testify against you.

Speaking of deals, here's mine:

I need to talk to Prescott.

And given my relationship with Donald, he's no longer taking my calls.

Tell me how to find him, and I'll arrange safe passage...

...for you out of the country to the city of your choosing.

Might I suggest Montevideo?

No better way to forget one's troubles than a night at the opera...

...at the Teatro Solis.

Were you honest once?

I'm almost always honest.

Decent, then? Moral?

I was all of those things, once.

Then my 17-year-old son assaulted a woman...

...and suddenly I wasn't.

A parent from his class...

He was an attorney. ...called to say my son...

...was in custody and the young woman was on the way to the hospital...

...to have a rape kit administered, and...

...did I want the whole thing to disappear?

The attorney said that?

The next day, the rape kit vanished.

I didn't ask him to do it, but I didn't make him put it back.

Without it, the charges were withdrawn.

- And you were in his debt. - Six months later...

...he made his first request.

The attorney did?

What's his name?

Mitchell Hatley.

I suppressed evidence. I let the guilty walk free.

How can I forgive myself?

I don't know.

I'm gonna get my coat.

Forgiveness doesn't mean accepting what you've done, Donald.

It means understanding that the line dividing good and evil...

...cuts through the hearts of all of us.

Don't touch her.

- FBI. Please step back. - Please stand back.

- Move away. - Out of nowhere.

- Across the street. - Yeah.

Can I get you to stand back here? Please, sir. I need to get your information.

Down here.

- This way. Hurry. - Watch out.

I never thanked you for what you did after Audrey died.

- You were preoccupied. - I was crazed.

Convinced I should kill the man who shot her.

You remember what you told me to do?

I told you to go home.

You didn't.

You said that once you cross over, there are things in the darkness...

...that can keep your heart from ever feeling the light again.

I didn't go home, but I never crossed over.

I never thanked you for that.

Nor should you. Your circumspection afforded me...

...the opportunity to take care of Audrey's killer myself. It was a win-win.

I didn't want Prescott's real name so I could kill him.

I wanted it so I could arrest him.

- He goes to prison, so will you. - I know.

But I'm in the darkness and doing the right thing...

...is the only way I'll ever feel the light again.

Nice. Go.

Get him. Get him.

Hey there.

Looks like a fun time.

- Sorry to interrupt. - Can we help you?

You're good. This will take a minute.

- What's going on? - What you doing here?

- I'm sorry, who are you? - You know this man?

- You must be the wife. Janet, well... - Janet.

...I'm sorry, Janet, but your husband's been lying to you for a very long time.

Whatever this is, whoever you are, we're just...

Special Agent Donald Ressler, FBI.

Mitchell Hatley, I'm gonna place you under arrest.

- Arrest for what? This is insane. - That is a terrible, terrible idea.

Oh, I know it is.

Get back inside.

Go ahead, Agent Ressler.

Pull the trigger.

If you don't, we both go to jail.

Come on, do it.

Donald.

- What the hell are you doing here? - Open up.

Remember me?

Pee-Wee sends his regards.

Put them on.

- You got a minute? - Agent Ressler, please, sit.

I need to talk to you.

It'll have to wait.

- I'm afraid it can't. - There's been an incident.

Got a call from Bureau of Prisons.

There was an accident involving the transport vehicle...

...moving Prescott.

The transport was struck by an unknown assailant.

We assume one of Prescott's many friends...

...who felt he'd been compromised didn't wanna see him in court.

The drivers, they somehow managed to escape. But Prescott...

Prescott wasn't so lucky.

My good friend Donald Ressler sends his regards.

Much as it pains me that Prescott won't be in court...

...the records we've recovered will help us prosecute dozens of his clients.

What's this?

Signed confession.

I don't accept.

- Why not? - When Prescott's files came in...

...I thought your name would be inside. It wasn't.

Well, it should've been.

What happened with Prescott, the missing file, Red did that to protect me.

It's not right. I...

I'm not okay with it. I think that you deserve the truth.

I know what's inside this letter.

Maybe not all the details, but I can guess.

Like I can guess how sick you're feeling inside.

I'm not interested in your feelings, Agent Ressler.

I'm not interested in what you want.

None of us are the people we were before this task force started.

Before Reddington.

So I'm going to hold on to this letter...

...with the expectation that I'll find you at your desk first thing tomorrow morning.

Every morning after that...

...ready to do your job until the work of this task force is finished.

Then and only then...

...will I send this letter through the proper channels.

And I expect you to do the same for me.

I hope you don't take this the wrong way...

...but we've been seeing a lot of each other.

I made it perfectly clear I wanted Prescott to go to jail.

- You had him killed. - I did.

I never asked for your help.

With all due respect, I didn't kill Henry Prescott...

...to protect you. I killed him to protect myself.

The man knew the nature of my relationship with the FBI.

I couldn't risk that info coming to light...

- ...in a public trial. - And my file?

You removed it from Prescott's records before they were taken into custody?

Well, I won't trade being under his thumb for being under yours.

Sins should be buried like the dead. Not that they may be forgotten...

...but that we may remember them and find our way forward nonetheless.

I hope this will help you do just that.

Besides, after today, I'd have no reason to think...

...you'd respond to threats, and blackmail is such a nasty business.

Particularly among friends, don't you think?

There was a man at my house the night you killed my husband.

He had a Damascus knife.

Who was he?

I can't remember.

What about him?

His name was Nik Korpal. My husband was helping him.

Helping him with something that got them both killed.

Then him.

Then her.

You don't get it.

That guy, Nik...

- What about him? - Your man wasn't helping Nik.

Nik was helping your man.

Nik was helping Tom?

With what?

I can't.

If they ever found out, I...

Okay.

This is okay.