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Previously on
The Blacklist...

Elizabeth Keen,
will you marry me?

You will not marry her.
Why?

Because I didn't ask
Daddy's permission?

Thanks, boys.

He's reckless.

He's not worthy
of being your husband.

And he sure as hell
is not worthy of
raising that child.

I want to keep the baby.

Our baby.

The online
recording implicates
the United States

in the murder of
a Chinese official.

The recording appears to prove
that Zhang Hou was poisoned

as part of a plot
orchestrated by this man,

State Department official,
Russell Prichard.

How the hell did this happen?

My face is
all over the news!

You better get
me out of Beijing.

The Chinese are
looking for me.

It's only a matter
of time before...

Hey!
Hey, wait! Please. Please!

The recording isn't real!
It's all some
kind of frame-up!

It was released
by a man called the Caretaker.

That's who you have to find!
The Caretaker.

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It's me.

The first secret
has been released.

The second one
will come very soon.

Made you breakfast.

I'm the one
who's supposed to be
taking care of you.

Come here for a minute.

Hmm.

Oh, you're feeling better.

That's good.
Much.

What's this?

Yes.

Yes to what?

Yes. I want to marry you.

Are you for real?

Yes.
I want to take care of you
for the rest of our lives.

For better and
definitely for worse.

I don't know what to say.

Uh, maybe he'll be walking you
down the aisle?

Not if you're
at the end of it.

Good point.

Hey,
I've delivery for Tom Keen,
from Safe Stop Pharmacy.

Oh, it's prescription
medicine.
Oh, I can get it.

I need a patient-signature.

I got it. It's fine.
I'm good. I'm great.

I will.
Rest.

Yeah.
You got everything?

Percocet for the pain,

and the Glock 26
for your pleasure.

How are you feeling?

We've decided
to keep the baby.

I've accepted
We?

Tom's proposal.
We're gonna get married.

Right.

I know how
you feel about him.

I hope you can
keep an open mind.

Are you aware that
a gentleman in your
State Department

has been murdered
in Beijing?

Yes. Fished out
of the Hai River.

His name was Russell Prichard.

Murdered by
the Chinese as payback

for the assassination
of a Chinese official.

General Hou.
Hou?

With the help of Aderson Wen,

an extremely powerful
Chinese-American businessman.

When Zhang Lou was in town
visiting the UN

Mr. Wen invited him
to a dinner party at his home.

That night,
Zhang Lou is poisoned
by agents that Mr. Wen

agreed to let
the State Department
place on the serving staff.

That agreement, it seems,
was recorded by
Aderson Wen himself.

He knew
once the murder was committed,

he'd be considered
a loose end by
your government.

He wanted insurance
that the government
wouldn't kill him.

Precisely. Which brings us
to our next blacklister.

They call him the Caretaker.
A secret keeper.

Documents, recordings, photos.

The Caretaker maintains

an impenetrable safe deposit
vault for criminals,

governments,
captains of industry.

And he only
releases those secrets

according to one's
specific instructions.

So in Aderson Wen's case,
that recording was leverage.

He probably
didn't want it released

unless he was
murdered or arrested

for the poisoning of
Zhang Lou.

I agree.

And yet, my sources tell me
Aderson Wen is very much alive

and was in no
danger of prosecution

which means something
has gone terribly wrong.

The integrity
of the Caretaker's operation

is the only thing preventing

thousands of
closely-guarded secrets
from being exposed.

Secrets that
implicate powerful
and dangerous people.

I'm begging you.

I don't know who you are.
I've done nothing
to you, please...

You don't have to do this.
You can let me go. Please.

If his system is failing,
I assure you

Russell Prichard's death
is only the beginning.

According to Reddington,
the recording of
Prichard and Aderson Wen

is just one
secret of thousands.

He says
the Caretaker has evidence

of murder,
corruption, blackmail,

and not just from governments.
From corporations,
billionaires.

This is
the kind of information
people kill to acquire.

And kill to keep secret.

He wants to find the Caretaker
and contain the leaks.

Why? Isn't it best for
the truth to come out?

That sounds a little naive.

All right,
morality aside,
let's just find this guy

and deal with
whatever secrets
he's keeping one at a time.

Start with Aderson Wen.

If he deposited a recording
with the Caretaker,

maybe he knows
what the hell is going on.

We better get to him fast.

If he helped us
kill Zhang Lou,

the Chinese are gonna
want a word with him.

Well, you don't seem
very surprised to see me.

They say two things will
survive a nuclear holocaust,

cockroaches and Twinkies.

You're a little of both.

I'll make this easy for you.

And hard.

I'm here to make you an offer.

Mind if I change
into some clothes
before we negotiate?

Be my guest.

So what's the offer?

Peace.

Despite the fact
that you shot me
and left me for dead.

That's far enough.

Aah!

Aah!

Damn it, woman.
Why does it always
have to be like this with you?

I came here for peace.

Peace is boring.

Not if I have to put a hole
in your head to get it.

And you come at me again,
that's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

Hello, Jeanette.

Tell us about the Caretaker.

I was told he
could keep a secret.
I was misinformed.

Mr. Wen,
tell us everything
you know about him

and maybe we won't give you
to the Chinese.

I'm an American.
You can't extradite me.

Who said anything
about extradition?

Tom and I are getting married.

That's great.

After everything
you've been through,

I'm happy you
found your way back
to each other.

I know from
personal experience,

that's not
an easy thing to do.

I'm so sorry
about what's happening
with you and Charlene...

Forget about that.
You're getting married!

It's crazy.

I just wish...

Despite everything
she's put me through,

I wish my mom could be there.

Of course you do.

It's only natural.

I mean,
everybody has something
to say about her.

I just wish I knew the truth
for myself, you know?

And you're sure
there's no one who can
help you find it?

I tracked down this one man,
Anton Velov.

He said he didn't know much,

but I think he was
holding something back.

Sounds like you should
pay this Mr. Velov a visit.

Could be you
didn't poison Zhang Lou,

but the recording proves
that you conspired to.

So, you've got no play here,
except to start talking.

I don't have
anything to say.

I don't know his name.
We never met.

But you gave
him the recording. How?

I put it in the tubes.

Tubes.

What tubes?

The U.S. Post Office
initiated pneumatic tube
service in 1893.

Soon it had over
27 miles of tubes

running beneath Manhattan,
Brooklyn and the Bronx.

And that is just
the Post Office.

There were libraries,
hospitals,
department stores.

According to Wen,
the Caretaker uses this system

to transport documents
and other hard media.

Which one of these tubes
leads to this Caretaker?

There are hundreds of tubes
and thousands of
terminal points.

It's a potential
superhighway to transport

drugs, cash and contraband
right under our noses.

There is no way
to untangle it.

I know someone who can.

Who?

He's quite an eccentric.
A recluse.

But I'm a faithful client
and he's agreed
to meet with us.

There is one thing
that I can't seem to

wrap my head around.

What?
Tom.

After all the lies,

all the deception
and humiliation,
how can you just

forgive and forget?

I haven't forgotten.

Forgiveness can't
change the past.

But I believe it can
change the future.

That's a charming sentiment.

But as far as
I'm concerned,

some things
are unforgivable.

Shall we?

He's here?

He's approximately
60 feet beneath our feet.

He calls himself Hugo.

He's a hobbyist of sorts.

Spent 20 years
meticulously restoring

and expanding the old
B.R.T. pneumatic tube system.

So it's true.
It really exists.

Oh, yes. Fully functional
and wonderfully reliable.

Hugo runs it as
a private service
to specialized clientele.

I've been a client
since his early days.

And I'm wagering
the Caretaker is as well.

Oh, try not to stare.

Hugo!

I see you're busy as ever.

Raymond?

You didn't say
you were bringing

persons.

Well, you know Dembe.
And this is former
FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen.

FBI?

They employ me
as a consultant.

He employs me as
an inside source.

And in that capacity,
she has alerted me

to a troubling development
that may have...

...grave repercussions

for many of your clients
and, well, you.

Me?
I need you

to give me the location
for one of those clients.

The Caretaker.

I can't violate
a client's privacy.

It would be a...

violation.

Normally,
I would agree.

But the Caretaker's system
has been compromised

and the FBI are
looking for him.

They will find him.

And then...
They'll find me.

No doubt.

But if you give
us his location,

Miss Keen will steer
the Bureau away from you,

guaranteeing you will
not be imprisoned.

Now, wouldn't that be nice?

Hello, Jeannette.

I want out.

I never thought I would,
but I do.

We don't save people, Gina.

We watch them drown.

And I'm tired of
hurting people.

I want to start
pulling people up,

instead of holding them down.

And I can't think
of a better place to start

than right here with you.

So...

I could end this right now,

I could go find the Major
and I could end him too,

or we can just...agree

to just walk away.

I don't come after you.

And you don't come after me,

or my family.

I should have said yes.

That night in Budapest.
No, Gina. Listen to me.

I'm asking you to
help me walk away.

Please.

Someday, maybe,
someone'll do
the same thing for you.

I'll try.

♪ Up from the grave he arose

♪ His mighty
triumph over his foes ♪

According to Reddington,
one of the pneumatic
tube lines

leads to the basement
of the Caretaker's house.

In what world
does that make any sense?

Only in Reddington's.

The house should be
just around this corner.

Hold up. What's that?

It's a little
late for a burial.

♪ He arose the victor
of his dark domain

♪ And lives forever
with his saints to reign

♪ Up from the grave he arose

♪ With a mighty... ♪

Drop the knife.

Drop the knife!
Hands where we can see them!

Now we know
where he keeps his secrets.

The video that was released.

A man died because of it.

We're told other
people will die

when other
secrets are released.

Was this a deliberate leak,
or negligence?

A flaw in your security?

Who penetrated your system?

No one.
The system is perfect.

I released the video.

I'm begging you.

I've done
nothing to you, please.

Please,
you don't have to do this,
you can let me go.

Please!

Please, you don't have to...

You have 24 hours to release
Ledger Item number 2156.

LufTreiber Airlines
and the German Government.

Please, Daddy.
Just do what they say.

They kidnapped my daughter.

For three generations,
my family has
guarded the secrets

of presidents,
corporations, criminals.

The tradition,
the pride of my fathers,

is nothing compared
to the love I hold for Rose.

She's all I have.

They knew that.
Who?

Who are, "They?"

They took her.

And the ledger.

They have
the names of my clients
and the locations

of the secrets
I keep for them.

They've ordered me to betray
a second secret by midnight.

Or Rose will die.

We can help you.

We will do everything we can
to help find Rose,

but we can't do
that without knowing

the secret the kidnappers
wanted to know.

You confiscated it already

from the grave.

The canister.

LufTreiber Air?
What secret of
theirs is he keeping?

A copy of a contract
between an airline and the
German government.

A hundred
million euros up front.

Fifty million euros
for every year thereafter,

for services rendered.

It's dated March 4th, 2007.

I got a hit.

April 12th, 2007.

An A318 Airbus
operated by LufTreiber

crashed just after take-off
at Tripoli International.

That was back in March.

All 107 passengers
and six crew, dead.

Airline officials
announced the crash

was due to
an avionic malfunction.

All very cut-and-dried.

Unless the rumors were true.

A terrorist attack.
Then why would
the airline assume liability?

Perhaps to shift blame
from another institution,

one with an even
greater responsibility

for the safety of
German citizens.

The German government?

You're suggesting
the terrorists

warned the government
beforehand.

And they failed to alert
the airline to the threat.

LufTreiber
claims responsibility,

shielding the bureaucrats
from a scandal

in exchange for remuneration

for the inevitable
blizzard of lawsuits.

One hand washes the other.

So the airline places

the contract in escrow

with the Caretaker
as leverage against exposure.

Have you got any leads
on who abducted his daughter?

She was last
seen at her office,
three days ago.

Ressler's there right now
reviewing security video.

Forward me anything he finds.

But under no
circumstances can that

contract become
public knowledge.

If we do nothing,
Rose Janus will
die at midnight.

We still have two hours.

Very well,
make every minute count.

But if you fail, I warn you,

do not expose the Germans.

Anton? Your guest is here.

Thank you, Darla.

Thank you for meeting
with me, Mr. Velov.

About a year ago I
came to visit you
in your restaurant.

I remember.

You were asking
about Katarina Rostova.

That's right.

I was hoping you could answer
a few more questions for me.

She was just a name.

One of many I heard
when I was with Spetsnaz.

Beyond that, I know nothing.

Please.

She was my mother.

Dear, I cannot help you.

I would if I could.
Believe me.

I too have a daughter.

The life I led,
the things I had to do...

She won't talk to me.

I try to explain.
But there are...

Some things
which can never be forgiven.

I'm sorry. Why did you agree
to meet with me if
you can't help me?

My daughter.

I don't know where she is.

I am dying.

I have written
her this letter.

You are with FBI, no?

You can find her.
Give it to her.

Please.

It explains everything.

He told her nothing.

You're certain.

He spent most of
the time talking
about his own daughter.

Thank you, Darla.

She deserves the truth.

Watch the road, Dembe.

That's Rose Janus.

And this is the license plate
of the kidnapper's van.

Run it. Find it.

We've got 90 minutes
before they execute her.

That's not enough time.
We have to release
the LufTreiber contract.

Germany is one of
our closest allies.

You really wanna
embarrass them like that?

Yes, and you should, too.

They were
warned by terrorists,
did nothing and covered it up.

If Reddington's
theory is true.

But the contract
is for services rendered.

There's no
mention of terrorism
or the crash.

The date is circumstantial,
we have no hard evidence...

But a hell of a smoking gun.

Nothing on the van.
It's a late
model Chevy Express.

There are thousands registered
in the tristate area.

And the plates were stolen
from a Honda Accord

on the day of the abduction.

Do it. Leak the contract.

That's a mistake.
You're right.

It will embarrass Germany
and it could damage
diplomatic relations.

But no one will be killed
because of that.

If we do nothing,
Rose Janus will die.

The kidnapper's
instructions?
We know what they are.

Follow them. To the letter.

What is it? What do you see?

What you said about
forgiveness
changing the future,

it comforts me to know
you're looking forward again.

The future holds such promise,

the past, so many regrets.

The van is lined
with Chobham ballistic armor.

Virtually impregnable,
heat resistant,

most often deployed
in tanks and APCs.

So it's military.

It's an aftermarket job.
Very specialized.

Only a few
custom shops have

the equipment necessary
to install it.

I can't say which one,
but I know someone who can.

Semo!

How you doing, sole?

You still got that sweet GTO?

Oh! Sadly, no.

I gave it to
a North Korean general

in exchange for a young
woman's freedom.

Oh, I know a lot of women.
I'd have kept the Goat.

As I recall,
you've always carried
a torch for Oldsmobiles.

I have a line

on a low-mileage, pristine,
19704-4-2

with a factory W-30 package.

I can put you in
touch in exchange
for a small favor.

You interested?
What do you think?

Cynthia Panabaker.

I drew the short straw.

Harold Cooper.

Do you have any idea
how much this place
spooks Main Justice?

Reven Wright and Diane Fowler
were good people.

They were patriots.
Assigned to oversee
this Task Force,

and now they're missing
and presumed dead.

No one wants to know
what happened to
them more than I.

I have no
interest in disappearing

or dying in
the foreseeable future.

So I'll watch your back
and you'll watch mine.

Are we clear?

Your assistant said
you had a matter of some
urgency to discuss.

We have a major
national security breach,

anybody with a tree
to shake's been
ordered to shake it,

see if anything falls out.
This is the Reddington tree.

How can we help?

Two known
terrorists penetrated

the Port of
Tampa 14 hours ago.

German BND had
them hard on the radar
and we lost them.

The terrorists?
No. The Germans.

Seems someone
some leaked documents

implicating
them in a cover-up,

and they think it was us.

Why would they...

I don't know,
they're Germans.

Now, they may end up
sharing their intel,

but for right now,
they're pissed,

and we can't afford
to wait till they calm down.

So find out what
Reddington knows.

Before anything blows up
would be nice.

Cooper.

The gunmen who
took Rose Janus.
I've got an address.

How?

Reddington spotted
some custom-work on their van.

Traced it to
a chop shop and got

a physical
address on the customer.

I want that address,

then I want you back here
with Reddington.

Why? What happened?

I just got paid a visit
by the White House Counsel.

We've got bigger
problems than saving
the Caretaker's daughter.

Two known
terrorists penetrated

the border through
the Port of Tampa.

Two hours ago,
a cargo truck was stolen

from a shipping
company near the port

and whoever took
it was smart enough

to disable its
satellite tracker.

And the White House is asking
for Reddington's help?

At this point,
I think they'll take
help from anybody.

The German BND
captured chatter indicating

that an attack on a major
domestic target is imminent.

According to their intel,
the terrorists have access

to a metric-ton of C-4
which was stolen from
a Mexican armory.

The Germans were
tracking it, but...

What?

Oh, my God.

You released
the LufTreiber contract

and now
the Germans are refusing
to cooperate.

I did it to save
a woman's life.

And now many more may die.
I don't mean to gloat,

but boy did I tell you so.

You know everything
there is to know
about port security.

Yes. But this isn't
about port security.

It's about cargo
theft in Florida.

Luckily for you, Harold,
I poke my thumb in many pies.

This one is
particularly profitable,

so I've associated myself
with some of the players.

Can your
associates find the truck?

Their methods
are breathtakingly simple.

Place their own
tracking devices
on cargo containers,

track them out of the port,

and attack them
when they're most vulnerable.

Yes, they can
help find your truck.

The question is why on Earth
they would want to?

Because it's
their patriotic duty.

They're Mexicans.

Get them to help
and I'll owe you.

Yes, you will.

FBI. Don't move!

Come on!

No, don't!

Get on your knees,
put your hands
behind your head.

Donald Ressler. FBI.

Everything's okay.
You all right?

Is this your father's ledger?

Okay. Come with me.

Justin Van Zandt. USMC.

Served with distinction
in Afghanistan.

A Bronze Star
and a Purple Heart.

And now kidnapping. Why?

I want a lawyer.

Habeas Corpus is not
on the menu today.

Not when we're dealing
with matters of
national security.

So, who do you work for?

The men who took you
were former marines.

Did you know that?

No. I didn't.

Nothing in their files suggest
that the men who took you

had the ability to penetrate
your father's operation.

Do you have any idea
who they might be working for,

someone they met overseas?

I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

Rose,
if we can't find the person
responsible for taking you,

we cannot
guarantee your safety.

Does my father
know you found me?

Yes.

He's on his way
here right now.

Come on,
Van Zandt, we know you

and your partner
were just a muscle.

Who hired you?

We know how close
the two of you were.

What we don't know, is why

you're protecting the man
responsible for his death.

You shot him.

Yeah.

I'm angry about that.

I'm angry that somebody
turned a war hero
into a kidnapper,

put him in a position
where I had to shoot him.

I'm angry at his friend

for not giving up
the son of a bitch
that made that happen.

This wasn't
supposed to happen.

Why don't you tell us
what was supposed to happen.

I told him
we didn't need guns,

but he thought it
would help sell it.

Help sell what?

That we were
trying to hurt her.

All we were trying
to do was help her.

Help who?

Rose.

It's my sister.

Look, I'm grateful
that you guys found me,

but I'm starting
to feel a little bit
like a suspect here.

How fitting.

Your brother came clean.

You want to explain
why you kidnapped yourself?

Keen located the cargo truck.

It's headed for New York City.
You need to roll out. Now!

Okay, we are go!

I-95 is shut down
and target is
approaching our detour.

Yes! He's taking the off-ramp.

We're in front.
We got a clean visual.
Two targets in the cab.

What should I call you?
My idiot boyfriend
or my idiot husband?

You can't stay
angry at me forever.

Watch me.

I told you to take it in.

I told you we
needed a new car!

All you need to do is
take it into the shop.

Excuse me, could you help us?
My husband is
a complete idiot...

Freeze!
Don't move.

Targets are down.

Cover.

Nice job.
Almost like being a bitch
comes naturally.

Aram, you there?
Uh, yeah.

Hearing every word.

Let's get these
vehicles out of here.

Sir, we have
a serious situation.

We got a problem.

SOLDIER: Headquarters,
expedite the bomb squad.

We're gonna need
a perimeter set up.

Evacuation
around our location.

Oh, no,
this is no good.

What?
What is it? What's wrong?

The bomb has been activated.
We have less than two minutes.

Um, okay, well,
I'm told the bomb squad
won't be there for 12.

Aram, I'm sending you
a photo of the
component parts now.

Two minutes isn't
nearly enough time
to evacuate.

We're not going to evacuate.
We're gonna disarm this thing.

We need you to
walk us through it.

We're looking at
a timed detonator.

About 20
barrels of accelerant.

Ammonium nitrate and fuel oil.

We have got about a minute
and 45 seconds left.

Um, okay, that's not helping.

All right, there are
four batteries.
We need to disable all four.

Okay, first, I need you to cut
the green wire

that leads to
the switch on the bottom.

But just make sure
that you don't
disturb the mercury.

Okay, got it.

Trace the wires
from the timing device...

And cut the...

Okay, cut the orange
and white ones.

Done. Next?

Alright,
there is one last battery

connected to
the green control box
on the top left.

Cut the wrong wire
in the wrong sequence and...

The bomb detonates.

All right,
there are two wires there,
blue and red.

So, here's what you do...

Apologize to Agent Navabi.

What?
Aram,
we don't have time for this.

We have 30 seconds.

"I'm sorry"
takes less than one.

28 seconds...

Look,
I'm not sorry for firing her.

You called her the B word.

I didn't call her a bitch.
Actually, you did.

Okay, whatever.
I'm really sorry

for calling
agent Navabi a bitch.

Blue. Blue. Cut the blue wire.

Apology accepted.

Is she okay?

She's alive and safe.

But no, she's not okay.

What do you mean?

Let me see her.

What did they do to her?

Nothing.
She kidnapped herself.

To get away from you.

She knows what
you did, Mr. Janus.
She's known for months.

Imagine, how she felt,

finding herself on
a Missing Children's web site.

Her real name is
Jessica Van Zandt.
Did you know?

Did you ever
bother to find out
who she was?

My wife and our unborn child

died a few months before.

I was out for a drive.

And I saw her

crossing the street.

She tripped.

Her father...

Her father...

Mean. Drunk.

He started beating on her.

I got out, went over to him,

to explain
she's just a little girl.

A beautiful, little girl.

Words were exchanged,
he took a swing at me,

and I moved in self-defense.

He went down. Hard.

As he lay there bleeding,

I felt her
little hand in mine.

She just took it,

like she was saying,

"Thank you."

We walked back to the car.

She got in willingly.

And we just left. Left!

You took her. Like a thief.

And by the time she realized
what you'd done,

sought out her real family,

the only one left
was her brother,
a marine.

A marine.

A marine?
Protecting his country
in an effort to atone

for failing to
protect his sister.

He wanted to go to the police.

Turn you in.

But she had other plans.

If she's released that ledger

she's caused more damage
than she knows.

Oh, I think Rose knows exactly
what she's done.

For generations,
you and your ancestors

kept other people's secrets,

but it was your secret,

her, that put an end
to it all.

Yes.

Irina Velov?
Yes.

This is for you.
It's from your father.

He told me you're estranged.
And...

My name is Elizabeth,
by the way.

He couldn't find you so...

Anyway, he says
it explains everything.

Yes, it does.

For you.
Me?

I don't understand.

My father and I
aren't estranged.
We talk every day.

He told me you
would be coming.

He didn't write
that letter to me.

He wrote it to you.

I'm curious, Harold.

How do you think
the White House
is going to express

their appreciation
to me for foiling
the terrorist plot.

Maybe an embossed ashtray?

Or one of those
little American
flag-pins for my lapel?

I think the best
you can hope for
is tolerance.

I'm here to call in your chit.

Excuse me?

Nobody uses
the word "chit" anymore,
do they?

Rhyming with a vulgarity
didn't do it any favors.

A chit is...
It's a note
for a debt incurred.

All those lives at risk

and you've only helped
in order to force
it down my throat.

What do you want?

The Caretaker's ledger.
I'd like to borrow it.

If it were up to me,
I'd burn it.

I've learned
the hard way that some

secrets are best
kept in the dark.

Mine certainly is.

If you insist on sleeping
in the office,

I might suggest
you forego the floor
and get yourself a futon.

Your chiropractor
will thank you.

How did you know I was...

Harold, forgive Charlene.

A friend told me recently

that forgiveness
won't change the past,

but it could very well
change the future.

Apparently,
nothing is unforgiveable.

Go home, Harold.

My mother's alive.
You lied to me.

Velov's the one
who lied to you,
Lizzy, not me.

Katarina Rostova
committed suicide
in 1990.

Velov was the agent
assigned to find her.

He was getting close.
She knew it.

That's why she allegedly
walked into the ocean,

she wanted the world
to believe she'd drowned.

But Velov knows differently.

He tracked her to
a hotel in Prague.
She'd just left.

But in such a hurry,
she missed this.

A photo
of her little girl.

Me.

That could have
easily been planted.

You said
the name Masha Rostova
was lost to history

until the manhunt,
now it's out there and
someone is looking for me.

It's my mother.

Who else would care? Who?

You were right.

Some things can't be forgiven.

Hey.

Hey.

How was your day?

It was, uh, busy.

Spent it telling anyone
who'd listen how
much I love you.

It's me.

He came.

Just like you said he would.

How do you want
me to handle it?

This is above and beyond,
my friend,

above and beyond.

Is that it?

If anything happened to me,
this was to go to Elizabeth.

So she'd know.

Now, I'm not sure
if I ever want her to know.

Perhaps, Raymond,
in this case,
what you want is irrelevant.

If the universe
wants her to know,
she will find a way.

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