All language subtitles for BLACKLIST S09E12

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?

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?

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.

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