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[♪♪♪]

RAYMOND: Fabrício?
-Yes, sir?

They need help in the back room.
More servers. One, maybe two.

-Yes, sir, Mr. Reddington.
-Let's open another couple of the Reserva.

And tell Amelia
to keep the drinks flowing.

Champagne, cocktails,
I don't care if they're drinking milk,

-I don't want an empty glass out there.
-Of course.

-And it's good to have you back, sir.
-Oh, it's good to be had.

Nolan. You made it.
Thank you for coming.

-Wouldn't miss it for the world.
-Wonderful party.

Not nearly as wonderful
as your daughter's wedding in Berlin.

My head's still throbbing.

Vivian, where's your husband?

-He couldn't make it.
-Thank goodness.

Find me later.
We have some catching up to do.

Red. Hey, Red.

-Teddy.
-I can't hear a thing with all this music.

-It's much quieter on the veranda.
-Miranda's in the toilet.

The balcony. It's much quieter outside.

Forget it. I'll be out on the veranda.
I can't hear a word.

Oh, Mr. Reddington.

Hey. Help me out.
I'm looking for a girl on the wait staff.

A brunette with a nose ring?

-Sidney.
-Yeah, Sidney.

-Think you could introduce me?
-Funny thing, that.

She asked me to introduce her to you.

Heddie. Would you be a dear and
introduce Vontae to your waitress friend?

Oh, my God. Will you come with me
and meet this girl already?

-She's been making eyes at you all night.
-She has?

Heard about the breakout. Genius.
How many lives do you have?

Ha-ha-ha. Honestly, Roger,
I lost count at a baker's dozen.

Give my regards to the captain.
Good to see you guys.

Hey. There you are.

-We've got a situation.
-Oh, dear. What's wrong?

You're out of those jumbo shrimps.
I let the kitchen know.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, I've been meaning to apologize
about that whole jury mix-up.

I feel real bad.

Ah. It's behind us.

Not to me, it's not. I dropped the ball.
Screwed the pooch. Bungled the job.

If there's anything you need, any way
I can make it up, let old Jelly Bean know.

Thank you for coming, Glen.

No problemo. I thought you'd want me
here. I'm the straw that stirs the drink.

[BOTH LAUGH]

By the way, Mom's at the punch bowl.

She's always had her eye on you,
if you know what I mean.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Drop by. Say hi.
And don't forget the shrimps.

Dembe. Did you find it?

-I did.
-And?

-There's a body.
-What? That can't be.

-I'm staring at it right now.
-Put it on the jet. Bring it here.

I want confirmation.

You want me to bring
a decomposed body from Cuba?

Yes. And hurry home, Dembe.

Heddie's dying for a dance.

[LAUGHS]

[MACHINE CLICKING]

SAMAR:
I went to the neurologist for another MRI.

The headaches, the forgetfulness,
the confusion.

It's all symptomatic of something called
vascular dementia.

Apparently, I have been having
a series of mini strokes.

I don't feel them. I don't know that
they're happening. But they are,

and each one causes damage.

[♪♪♪]

I'm glad you resigned. That gives us time
to get you the treatment you need.

It's not just work. It's family too.
Aram, I can't have kids.

Let's stick to one
major decision at a time.

-We have to talk about this.
-And we will. After you get better.

I'm up for anything but false hope.
No anger, no denial.

No bargaining, no depression.
Can you do that for me?

-No.
-Okay, then please promise me this.

Don't tell anyone about my condition.
I don't want them to know.

Of course.

That I can do.

RAYMOND:
Walt Whitman lived in a boarding house

at this address during the Civil War.

Did you know
he was an ardent prohibitionist?

Imagine that, a sober poet.

Hmm. Have I ever told you
about my mentor?

You mean somebody taught you
how to drink this early?

Is it early? I thought it was late.
Robert Vesco.

Robert took me under his wing.

He taught me how to be a fugitive.

I trusted him with my life.
And my life's savings.

Which he convinced me to invest
in a cattle ranch in Paraguay.

Or so I thought, until I went down there,

and found out it was a whorehouse
outside of Asunción.

-He conned you.
-Out of everything.

I got my first taste for vengeance,
which I was never able to satisfy.

-Why not?
-Because Vesco up and died on me.

[♪♪♪]

Robert Vesco was a player in American
financial and political scandals in the '70s.

In 1971, the SEC accused Vesco
of looting $200 million

out of a mutual fund he controlled.

A year later, Vesco made an illegal
campaign contribution to Richard Nixon,

hoping that Nixon's attorney general
would let him off the hook.

And when he didn't,
Vesco fled the country,

living the rest of his life in glamorous exile
in Costa Rica, Nicaragua, The Bahamas

and Cuba,
where he reportedly died in 2007.

-Reportedly?
-When Reddington was in prison,

he heard a rumor Vesco
faked his death to avoid capture.

-Does he have any proof?
-He sent Dembe to dig up his grave.

He asked to have the ME run the DNA
on the remains he unearthed.

There was a time when the bureau was
hunting for Vesco, but we're not anymore.

If he did fake his death,
I doubt it was to avoid capture.

LIZ:
Reddington agrees.

He thinks Vesco found the De La Cruz,

a Spanish ship filled with gold that sank
off the coast of Florida in the 1700s.

Vesco always told him that if he found
that treasure, he would disappear forever.

-Mr. Reddington knows him?
LIZ: Know him?

Vesco was Reddington's mentor.

Until he swindled him out of
every penny he had and left him

in a whorehouse in Paraguay.

I like this guy.

In the last 50 years, there have
been two truly mythic fugitives:

Robert Vesco
and Raymond Reddington.

If one can help us get the other,
I'm all for it.

Ressler, Keen, find out
where the ME is at with the remains.

Before you do,
I want you to know, I'm resigning.

You're leaving? For what?
The Mossad?

No, I'm leaving them too.

Which reminds me, they called
to schedule an exit interview.

I know I speak for everyone when I say
we'll miss you and we're happy for you.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

Pop quiz:
guess who's buried in Vesco's grave.

-So it's not Vesco?
-No.

-His name was Anderson Mount.
-Who's that?

Run-of-the-mill goon. His greatest hits.

Did enough damage to get into CODIS.

And when we put the DNA from the body
into the system, we got a match.

Thanks, doc. So if Mount's in Vesco's
grave, maybe Vesco's in Mount's life.

It says in his file
Mount was in Truro, Nova Scotia.

If you want off the grid,
you can't get further than that.

Looks like we're going to Nova Scotia
in the middle of winter.

Come on.
We're gonna need warmer clothes.

LEVI: Hello, Samar.
-Levi. It's good to see you.

-I hear congratulations are in order.
-Yeah. Can you believe it? I'm engaged.

Uh, this is Dr. Sands.
He will administer the polygraph.

-Is this necessary?
-It's protocol. You know that.

Let me guess. Tel Aviv regrets
having loaned me out to the FBI.

-They think my allegiances have shifted.
-You have Level 4 clearance.

To make sure I've kept
what I know from Americans.

Or Reddington.

[♪♪♪]

Hey. I'm just the messenger.

And the message I'm getting is
you think I have something to hide.

LIZ:
So much for glamorous exile.

I don't get it. Why would Vesco
fake his death so he could live here?

[♪♪♪]

-We need local police involved.
-We talked about this.

Reddington said Vesco would have
every cop in town on payroll.

We go to them, they tell Vesco
and he slips away.

SANDS: Have you provided
any classified information to the FBI?

SAMAR: No.
-Were you loyal to the state of Israel?

-Yes.
-Have you broken any laws

-while working with Reddington?
-Yes.

Have you withheld any information
from your Mossad handlers?

-Yes.
-Information about your resignation?

-Yes.
-Have you shared it with the FBI?

No.

-Is this personal information?
-Yes.

Do you have any serious
medical issues?

Yes.

What is it?

I'm pregnant.

Vesco, or whatever he's calling himself,

he would have the resources to go
anywhere he wanted, create any life.

-Whatever brought him here is personal.
-Grub.

Well, you can ask him all the questions
you want once we find him.

First, we clear those kids.

Something about this guy, what
Reddington told us, it doesn't add up.

[KETTLING WHISTLING]

[WHISTLING STOPS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[♪♪♪]

-Yeah.
MAN: One unmarked outside.

Two agents just entered your building.
Exit down the alley to the east.

Will advise.

[♪♪♪]

[CAT MEOWING]

He's on the move.
Alley to the east on foot.

MAN [OVER PHONE]:
Exit the alley and turn right.

Street's clear.
Keen, tell me you got something.

MAN: Head south towards the shoreline.
LIZ: Crossing Acadia Street, headed east.

Blue denim. Tan sweater.

-Stop.
MAN: Get in.

Robert.

Stop.

Ugh. Reddington.

Like I said, whatever brought him here,
it's personal.

RAYMOND:
You look awfully good for a dead man.

Where the hell's my money?

Are you still upset about Asunción?

I trusted you. You were my mentor.

And I was mentoring you in survival,
in being selfish,

-in looking out for yourself.
-Robert.

My money.

-Think I'd live in Nova Scotia if I had it?
-I know why you're living there.

You found the De La Cruz.

The treasure. Where is it?

If it's real...

I believe I know where it is.

I never went after it.

Oh, I wanted to, but enemies
were circling. I had to flee.

So I staged my own death
and I fled the country.

And by the time the dust had settled,
I realized that I'd changed.

-"Changed."
-I'd lost the itch.

I walked away.

Being forced to lie low and live the simple
life was the best thing to happen to me.

It forced me to turn the world off
and tune into myself.

-Oh, my God.
-I have my cat.

-I have plenty of glorious books.
-You conned me once.

I won't be conned again.

Untether yourself
from social expectations

and this destructive life of crime
and look inward.

I'm happy to.

Right after I get the gold.

You can have it, Ray,
but it won't give you inner peace.

I already have inner peace.

What I could use is a new yacht.
The last one was seized in Majorca.

All right, the gold is buried under the Old
French Opera House in New Orleans.

I can prove it,
but we'll have to reroute the jet.

-To where?
-Washington.

There isn't a treasure map, but there is
a clue trail in the Library of Congress.

Robert, if you're lying, I will shatter
your serenity by burning your home,

drowning your cat,
and cutting off your big toes.

-You wouldn't dare drown my cat.
-Maybe not.

But I will take the toes.

[♪♪♪]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

ARAM: How'd it go?
-They sent Levi.

A friendly face to put me at ease
while they administered a polygraph.

-They gave you a polygraph? Why?
-To make sure I wasn't leaving

-because I'd turned.
-That's ridiculous and insulting.

Listen, Aram, I meant what I said
about having children. We need to talk.

Can't believe they think you're a traitor.

-Doesn't matter. Listen.
-Let's tell Cooper.

It doesn't matter what they think.

What matters is us, our future.

-Whether or not we can have a family.
-Why?

Why is that so urgent
it can't wait until you get help,

or convince Levi that you
didn't dump him to join Hamas?

He does know
I'm a quarter Jewish, right?

Reddington screwed us.
He took Vesco for himself.

He knew Vesco would have
the cops in his pocket,

so he tipped them off
that we were there.

So he gets his revenge.

Yesterday, the world
thought Vesco was dead.

By tomorrow, he will be.

LIZ:
Reddington wants more than revenge.

-He wants treasure.
COOPER: The De La Cruz?

Reddington said Vesco found it.

Judging by his modest apartment, I'd say
if he knew where it was, he never found it.

Reddington called us to give a gloating
apology and to say the hunt was on.

Let's join in. If we solve the mystery,

we can we get to the treasure first
and arrest Vesco.

[♪♪♪]

Robert, I appreciate that your love
of literature is almost as keen as mine,

but why on earth
are we in the Library of Congress?

You want to know how I decoded
the myth and located my white whale?

The answer is in the poem.

"The Ballad of the De La Cruz."

It was written under a pseudonym.
The author is a mystery.

[♪♪♪]

when Red gave us this case, he said
this poem holds the key to the gold.

The poem is an opera singer's lament

about a Spanish ship
bringing silver and gold

to the American colonies
during the Revolution.

But the ship sank in a storm
along the East Coast,

killing over 120 men aboard,

and sending over half a ton
of gold and treasure into the deep.

We had the NSA run the text through
decryption and steganography programs.

They came up empty. If there's a secret
hidden in that text, they couldn't find it.

SAMAR:
Maybe it's in the subtext.

Storms, marauders, dates and times.

Who would know about that?
The Naval College?

The Library of Congress.

They have more primary source material
than any library.

Keen, Ressler. Get there.

Decode the poem.

Samar, Aram, you're on Reddington.
I want him found.

[♪♪♪]

According to the poem,
the De La Cruz sank the spring of 1778.

But there's no record of any storm big
enough to take down a galleon of that size.

So I started thinking,
"What if it never sank?"

What if the storm that destroyed
the De La Cruz was actually a metaphor?

-For something else catastrophic.
-Or someone.

It didn't sink. It was taken.

The De La Cruz
was headed to Philadelphia.

The route from southern waters would take
it past what was known as Hell's Gate,

an area known
to be frequented by pirates.

Uh-huh.

Enter Ernesto Hidalgo.
Criminal, cheat, pirate, drunk.

He and his men dominated that area.

How can you be sure he was the one
who took the galleon?

Because Hidalgo and his men
were in all the papers

in the months before May 1778.

But afterwards? Nothing.

He took the treasure and he fled inland.

Naval records indicated
the Navy hunted them down,

killing Hidalgo and his entire crew
near New Orleans.

But there's no mention of any treasure.

Hidalgo hid it somewhere before he died.
The question is where.

Enter Judith Snell.

One of the most famous
opera singers of her time.

Just like the poem. Apparently, Judith
liked to hang around with the bad boys.

The papers of the day were full of her
exploits with rogues and scoundrels,

Hidalgo being one.

And I believe that he gave her the task
of hiding the bounty

in a place where nobody
would dare look.

Her dressing room in the opera house
in New Orleans...

which later burned to the ground,
killing her and 28 others.

My theory? Whatever remains of Judith
Snell's dressing room is located here,

under the stage
of the new opera house,

which was built on the remains
of the old one.

If the treasure's real, it's there.

What a tale. An opera.

A romance with pirates.

A fire, shipwrecks and gold.

Just the sort of thing that gets me
out of bed in the morning.

It won't make you happy, Ray.
Won't make you whole.

Oh, but you're wrong.
It will make me happy.

Very.

Dembe, phone Ruddiger.

Tell him to sober up.

We're gonna rob the opera.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

LIZ: Hi. Agents Keen and Ressler, FBI.
-How can I help you?

We got a poem we're looking for. We think
it may be some sort of treasure map.

-I know that sounds crazy.
-"The Ballad of the De La Cruz."

-How could you possibly know that?
-You're not the first who's asked me.

-Two old white guys.
-And an African-American gentleman.

We need to see what they looked at.
What you gave them,

you need to get for us right now.

[♪♪♪]

To access the treasure, we need to get
inside Judith Snell's old dressing room,

which is located here, under the stage.

The only way to get to that room is here,
the south wall of the basement,

and we'd need that explosion timed
precisely so the audience doesn't hear.

The audience?

In order to pull off the heist,
the theater has to be full.

And why, pray tell, is that?

For cover.

Look, getting inside the room
is one thing,

but getting the loot out without detection
is decidedly more difficult.

We're talking about a truckload of gold.

Without cover, we'd be spotted
before we got the first armful out.

Now, Barber of Seville closes tomorrow,

which means we'll have to wait for
next month's show to pull off this heist.

Next month?
Be still my beating heart, next month.

Raymond, it's not meant to be.

This is a job that requires weeks
of planning and practice.

This is a heist that has to be perfectly
arranged, perfectly choreographed,

each move timed to the opera.

Yes. And literally leading
to an explosive crescendo.

We're gonna need distractions
to get past security.

We'll need explosives
to penetrate the concrete.

We're gonna need vehicles to move loot.
We're gonna need disguises.

I don't think you truly appreciate
my dedication to this project,

so let me tell you exactly
how this is going to play out.

You and I are going
to The Barber of Seville tomorrow night,

and we're not leaving
until we have that treasure.

So you better start studying
that sheet music.

-Raymond, I don't think you--
-I'll take care of everything else.

You need munitions?

My little German friend was born
with a schnapps in one hand

and a detonator in the other.

I'll have him here in eight hours.

You need vehicles? Drivers?
I've got trucks. I've got guys.

I've got women
who can handle the guys.

I've got people with faces so fresh,
they'll never see them coming.

You need a distraction?

I've got a guy who can talk faster
than a hot, buttered bullet.

The truth is, Robert,
my only real concern is you.

Your attitude.

-My attitude?
-The pep in your step.

The lust in your life.

If we're gonna pull this off,
we need to get you right.

You need to be your very best.

We need to reawaken
the old Robert Vesco,

rediscover that dapper rascal
whose charm and wit

could deceive even the very best of us.

-How do you feel?
-Like I'd rather be home with my cat.

Trust me, Robert, that feeling will pass
the moment you hear the music.

You'll feel your heart pump again.
You'll feel truly alive. I'm sure of it.

Franton, we'll take two.

This is really happening.

I mean, I know it is, but...

Wow, you are tall.

-What?
-That's the first thing I ever said to you.

When Mr. Cooper brought you
into the room. I was thinking, "Whoa.

You are, like, super pretty."

But instead you said I'm tall?

[♪♪♪]

We need to talk.

And as my dad used to say,
now is as bad a time as any, so...

-How many aliases do you have?
-Four. I don't need them for work anymore.

But if I ever want to disappear,
they'll come in handy.

Well, then I better memorize them.
That way, I can always find you if...

Wait.

Oh, my God, that's it.
How to find Mr. Reddington.

-Better tell Cooper.
-Yes.

Um... You stay here, I'll tell Mr. Cooper
and I'll get us coffees and we'll talk.

You're really tall.

I didn't read this many books
in high school.

The answer's here somewhere.
I'm sure Reddington figured it out.

He had Vesco. We got nothing.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Aram, did you find him?

Mr. Homan just made a sizable donation
to the Marigny Foundation for the Arts.

Mr. Homan?

-He's one of Mr. Reddington's aliases.
-So he made an anonymous donation

to an arts organization?

COOPER: One that comes with season
tickets to the New Orleans opera.

Aram, you're a genius.

Reddington bought tickets
to the opera in New Orleans,

like the one in the poem.

-So we don't have to decrypt it.
-Nope. We're going to the opera.

I thought the library was dull.

Samar failed her polygraph.

Levi. What are you doing here?

She's hiding something.
I need to know what.

I have no idea what you're talking about.
And I don't appreciate being followed.

We both want what's best for her.

Well, questioning her loyalty
is a funny way of showing it.

I know she didn't betray us.

But my bosses might look at the results
and come to a different conclusion.

What's that mean?
That some kind of threat?

She knows too much.
This could be a liability.

-Are you guys gonna order, or...?
-Sorry. Please go ahead.

Look, Samar,
she's not looking out for herself.

I'm here because I was hoping you will.

[♪♪♪]

Okay. Here.

In case you change your mind.

Just-- Hang on.

There was an accident.

She...

Her brain was--

Was deprived of oxygen.

-I'm sorry to hear that.
-Listen.

This is very private.
She wants to keep this to herself.

It's something called
vascular dementia.

Will that be enough
to satisfy your bosses?

Yeah, I would think so.

Hey.

Congratulations, by the way.
Samar told me the good news.

Do you know if it's a girl or a boy?

[CHUCKLES]

I have absolutely no idea.

Yeah. It's better that way.

Why ruin the surprise, you know?

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

Okay. That's our door. Stage left.

I hate to walk out on Figaro's aria,
but I've seen it before. I'll see it again.

Places, everyone. Places.

[ARIA PLAYING]

Here comes our cue.

Three, two, one...

[VOCALIZING]

Germany, you're up.

Four bars out.

Hold. And hold.

And cue Germany.

I did no such thing.
And I've only had two drinks.

[IN GERMAN ACCENT] The hell
you have. And you touched my breasts.

-What's going on here?
BOTH: He's drunk.

I told you I took those drinks to my wife.
I am not drunk.

You were hitting on me, you ape,
and you most certainly are drunk.

-Okay. That's enough.
-Aah!

-No more drinks. That's it.
-Ahh.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Hit me.

[SINGING IN ITALIAN]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

He's drunk.
We need to take him through the back.

Okay. Okay. We're past security.

Mr. Carter, we're on our way.

Watch your tempo. Ray, allegro vivace.

Half note, whole note, turn to the left.

Are you the guy from the pharmacy?
What took you so long?

-This big guy won't let me past.
-He says he has a delivery.

I've got it all. Everything
from wet wipes to adult diapers.

I got your Maalox, your Mylanta,
your Kaopectate.

I got a vaporizer--

Those things don't even all do
the same thing. What's going on?

I got a call 45 minutes ago
saying Count Someone had the runs.

It's for Count Almaviva.
Rolando, he's come down with a flu.

What did he eat?

Maybe he got a bad oyster.
I had a nasty Blue Point once.

Turned me inside out.

I was playing tango with the toilet
for the better part of a day.

[SINGING]

VESCO:
One, two, three...

Fascinating as this is, we need to get you
to the count now. He's on in 10.

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[WHIRRING]

Cue Vontae and Dembe.

Step-ball-change, step-ball-change,
step-ball-change.

[SINGING CONTINUES]

-What the hell's going on?
-The voice.

The heartbreak and sorrow.

[MOANS]

It's a comedy.

No, my sorrow.

When I was a boy, all my friends wanted
to be football players and racecar drivers,

and I dreamed to be a tenor.

-Oh, God.
-This is bad, Ray.

I'm sorry, Raymond. I lost my place.

-The music took me back.
-We're on a clock.

We're timed to the music.

If the detonation doesn't go off exactly
with the applause, everyone will hear it.

-I'm so sorry.
-Okay.

That's it. Set the charges.
Robert, give us a hand.

We don't have time to set the charges.
He's nearing the end of the aria now.

[SINGING]

Glen. We have a situation.

[SIGHS]

What situation?

We're behind. If we blow the charges
late, we'll have the police here.

We need a distraction.

Something loud. Really loud.

What do you want me to do?

I don't know, Glen. That's why you're here.
You wanted a second chance. This is it.

Figure it out. Think fast. Make noise.

[SINGING RESUMES]

It's time to make your Broadway debut.

[CLICKS]

Fire.

Fire.

Everybody out.

There's a grease fire in the kitchen.
It ain't good.

[PEOPLE SSCREAMING]

[ALARM BLARING]

Run for your lives.

Run for your lives.

Blow it, now.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, my God. The De La Cruz.

It is real.

Now there's the twinkle in your eye
I've been looking for.

[LAUGHING]

Sir, what on earth would make you shout
"fire" in the middle of a crowded theater

when there was no fire?

I thought I smelled smoke.

-All I was trying to do was save lives.
RESSLER: He double-crossed us.

-We're not getting Vesco or the money.
-He gave me his word. I believe him.

-Is that it?
-Last one.

-Time to roll.
RESSLER: I'll talk to the local PD.

-See what they have to say.
-I'll talk to Fire.

-Mr. Carter.
FIREMAN: You know this guy?

Elizabeth Keen, FBI.
Can I talk to him for a minute?

Hey. What are the odds
of seeing you here?

-You an opera fan?
-Drop the act. Where is he?

-Don't know what you're talking about.
-Reddington was here.

How long ago? Don't lie to me.

You just missed him.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Elizabeth. This isn't a good time.

-I'm at the opera.
-Did you enjoy the show?

You got your treasure,
now I want Vesco.

We'll be at Lulu's enjoying key lime pie.
I'll get your slice to go.

Sex and treasure.

People will betray for both.

Like you're betraying me
now that I've gotten you the gold.

You can turn me in at Lulu's,
and your revenge will be complete.

It's okay, Ray. I forgive you.

More, I understand.

You were my protégé, Ray. I loved you.

But I took you for everything
you were worth,

and I left you in an Asunción whorehouse,
and I never gave it a second thought.

-And now?
-Now I'm free.

[♪♪♪]

I have no intention
of turning you in, Robert.

And we're not going to Lulu's. It's bursting
with tourists and their pies are terrible.

We're gonna go find a nice,
quiet cup of coffee somewhere.

RAYMOND: Is it true that you introduced
Nixon's brother to Castro

and then swindled them both
into investing in a bogus drug trial?

And got tossed in Cuban jail
for my troubles.

Nixon and Castro.

My God. It boggles the mind.

Truck's in the warehouse.

-Locked tighter than a clam at high tide.
-Where are the others?

-Killing bourbon on Bourbon Street.
-Why don't you join them?

[GLEN LAUGHS THEN WHOOPS]

Well, boys, I am off for a night
of debauchery in the Big Easy.

Like Blanche DuBois,
I depend on the kindness of strangers.

-Cheerio.
-Hmm.

Well, I feel like a walk by the river.

-That's a great idea.
-I'm afraid I wouldn't be good company.

I'm old.

I'm tired.

And I'm at peace.

The airport, then.

Tomorrow at 10.
I'll drop you wherever you want.

[♪♪♪]

I was filled with vengeance for so long,

I never saw the gift
you gave me in Asunción.

I never trusted anyone easily after that.

That's why I'm still alive.

-I'm in your debt, my friend.
-Tsk. Ahh...

Believe me, Ray.

You've more than repaid your debt.

[DIALING]

Change of plans.

I just got off the phone with Levi.
I have been honorably discharged.

-I'm not surprised.
-I am.

During the polygraph, when he asked me
why I was leaving, I said it was personal.

Didn't want him to know the truth,
so I lied.

Well, whatever you told him, it's over.

So now we can talk.

About you being pregnant.

[♪♪♪]

-Aram--
-That's what you've been trying to tell me?

So my parents made this for me
30 years ago for the day I became a dad.

All I remember are the fruit flies
and the cheesecloth.

And the fancy crystal that my mom
insists on using nine months from now

when we pop the cork
to celebrate unimaginable love.

I'm not pregnant, Aram.

That was the lie that I told Levi
to cover the truth about my health.

You're not?

The truth is that
I've never wanted children.

I used to be self-conscious about that,

about the fact that I didn't have
any kind of maternal instinct,

but I made my peace with it
a long time ago.

And then I met you.

And you changed everything.

And now there's nothing I would like more
than to be pregnant.

Nothing either of us would like more.

But it can't happen.

I can't raise a child.

Ever.

Okay.

Okay?

If you don't think we should have kids,
we shouldn't.

-You say that now, but in five years--
-I'll be saying the same thing.

No.

Someday you will have regrets,
and I don't want to be the reason why.

Aram.

That's why I've been wanting to talk.

I think you deserve more.

-That's quite the stunt you pulled.
RAYMOND: It was, wasn't it?

I was quite pleased
with how it all came together.

LIZ:
Where's Vesco?

-He inside?
RAYMOND: No, he's not.

The treasure is.

-You let him go.
-Turns out, he's reformed.

Heh-heh. A reformed fugitive.

Sworn off greed and avarice.

So you commuted his sentence
like the president commuted yours?

Yes, and in honor
of his ascetic existence,

I've decided to hand over
100-something million dollars' worth

of 18th-century gold.

-You're just gonna give it to us?
-Every last doubloon.

It's inside.

Or it isn't.

[♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

I'm in your debt, my friend.

VESCO:
Believe me, Ray.

You've more than repaid your debt.

[LIZ LAUGHS]

LIZ:
He's reformed, is he?

"Given up greed and avarice"?

[♪♪♪]

Do you have a phone?

I'm sure he'll be a real ascetic
with your $100 million.

Come on. Take my picture.

It's not often I get egg on my face.

But to be egged
by the same person twice?

That needs memorializing.

You think this is funny?
This was a complete waste of time.

Waste of time?

We've been decrypting legends.

Chasing pirates.

-Hunting hidden treasure.
-And come up empty. We lost Vesco.

How can you lose something
you never had?

I gave you a Blacklister
you thought was dead.

Now that you know he's alive,
you can hunt him down.

Plus, you witnessed my humiliation.

I think that would salve any wound.

It doesn't. But it's a start.

Get in here, Dembe.
I see a little yolk on your cheek.

[♪♪♪]

Smile, suckers.

[LIZ LAUGHS]

[LAUGHS]

Mm.

[LAUGHS]

-You're wrong about me.
-How did you find me?

When you said there's nothing
I want more than to have a child.

I mean, that is-- That is what I thought.

What I had always imagined.

Until I met you.

[♪♪♪]

And then you changed everything.

What we have? This is our story.

And if our story
doesn't involve having kids?

Well, that's okay.

♪ Tell me there's nothing to fear ♪

I don't need to wait nine months
to celebrate unimaginable love.

And I certainly don't need fancy crystal.

-Aram.
-We are never breaking up.

Okay? Like, ever.
And I don't want any denial,

anger, bargaining or depression.

Only acceptance.

♪ In the arms ♪

Can you do that for me?

No.

♪ Can you find me, dear ♪

Okay.

Promise me this.

That you will do everything
humanly possible to try and get better.

I promise.

♪ I'll tell you what you wanna hear ♪

♪ I'm not gonna go nowhere ♪

♪ I'm not gonna break your plans ♪

ARAM:
It's gonna be okay.

♪ I could never disappear ♪♪

Tell me that again.

Everything's gonna be okay.

[♪♪♪]