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OFFICER: Agent Graves?

Sergeant Phalen,
State Police.
We spoke on the phone.

Yes, sir.
This way.

GRAVES:
So, when did this happen?

PHALEN:
Just after six last night.

A young couple
staying at the lodge
went out for a hike,

strayed off
one of the trails.

Bradford PD got the call
after seven, notified us.

Anyone spoken to the press?

Responding officer
and a couple of the guys
from Troop P

are the only ones
who've seen the site.

Some of the men
are pretty shook up.
You think it could be him?

GRAVES:
I sincerely doubt that.

PHALEN:
Right, but if it is him,

then you need my department
to issue a BOLO
or set a perimeter.

It's him, right?

I mean, who else?
Issue that BOLO.

Have your men
set a perimeter

and circulate that sketch
we have on file.

Hey. Do me a favor.

There's an agent I need you
to find right away.

She's out of DC.
Name's Elizabeth Keen.

LIZ:
He went to his funeral.
He was a pallbearer.

A pallbearer!
And while he was doing that,

a witness came forward
who saw Garvey
kill Singleton.

AGENT:
Now, the killer...

Can you describe him to me?

He had glasses.

Black glasses.

Well, I saw Garvey kill Tom.
A lot of good that did me.

COOPER:
I've already referred
Garvey's case

to the Marshal's Office
of Internal Affairs.

And now this.

It's a big break.
It's okay
to get your hopes up.

You've spoken
to this witness?
Is he credible?

Because if he is,
then my testimony will...

REDDINGTON:
Will also be credible.

Any questions
about your memory
will go away.

And so will Mr. Garvey.

And you want that?

Not until
I get what I want.

I told him
about the duffel bag.

Garvey provides protection
for the Nash Syndicate.

I know some of the players.

I'll shake them loose,

while the task force
questions the witness.

Where is the witness?
Can I question him?

He's not here.
And, no, you can't.

This is Tom's killer
we're talking about.

Which is why
you can't be involved.

A defense lawyer
would need all of a minute
to convince a jury

to disregard
any part of a case
that you build against Garvey.

You're the widow
and star witness.

You can't also be
the investigating officer.

So, while you and Reddington
go after Garvey,

I'm supposed to what,
read a book?

Actually, I have a case.

I'm only interested
in the man
who murdered Tom,

and finding out the secret
that got him killed.

I'm gonna
help with the former
and prevent the latter.

Fifty-fifty split.

Like a good divorce.

Harold.

About the case...
Pass.

Agent Keen,
this came directly
from Quantico.

They specifically
requested you.

Said it's a cold case
you'd be familiar with,

someone called
the Capricorn Killer.

Sound familiar?

Yeah, it does.
Good.

Because I told them
they have the full support

of you and this task force.

Reddington and I
will stay on Garvey,

but I need you
to tell us about Capricorn.

LIZ:
His first victim was
a female college professor

found in Tacoma in 2010.

Cause of death
was ligature strangulation,

but the staging
was disturbing.

So much that we believed

there must be some religious
or cult affiliation.

Then, six months later,
it happened again.

In Memphis.

Then Charlotte.
Idaho Falls.

Seven victims in four years.

Each one found in remote,
inhospitable environments,

and each one strangled
and posed in place

using a hand-forged sword...

And holding the skull
of a horned goat.

Hence the name Capricorn.
Sign of the goat.

LIZ:
And this astrological symbol
also represents a creature

whose natural ability
allows them

to survive
in inhospitable environments.

It also characterizes
panic and fear.

GRAVES: Agent Keen?

Brandon Graves,
Pittsburgh Field Office.

Agents Ressler
and Navabi.
This way.

Your profile,

it was different
from the others?
LIZ: Slightly.

We all agreed the unsub
was likely a white male,

40s, small in stature,
and well-organized.

He was transitory.

A long-haul trucker, perhaps,

or some other kind of
blue-collar job
that required travel, and...

That movement
gave him confidence.

So much so that his killings

accelerated
at an alarming rate.

I thought he would stop.

Which he did.
He went silent.

The Bureau
thought he was dead,
or had been arrested.

Until today.

How was your theory
different?

Well, his killings
accelerated so quickly,

I thought he would feel
out of control.

Hold back, go dormant
for a while.

Others thought
he had stopped,

I thought he would return.

Which he has.

Appears to fit the MO.

Ligature strangulation.

Remote dump site.

Methodical. Ritualistic.

It's impressive.

You were right.

Keen, what is it?

LIZ: This sword...

The Capricorn Killer
forged each by hand,

and this one
looks symmetrical.

Lacks imperfections.

You need to notify the lab,
have them pull the weapons

from the past victims
and run a comparison.

Hold on, this isn't
a random act.

Whoever did this
has details right

that were never released
to the public.

This is Capricorn.
LIZ: Maybe.

Or maybe not.

Maybe this is the work
of a copycat.

Standing there
looking at that body,
I felt alive.

DR. FULTON:
Because you reconnected
with your work?

With profiling?
No, it's more that...

I don't know.

Why are you editing yourself?

You know this only works
if you're entirely open.

You brought up
the Capricorn case
for a reason.

Why?
Because...

What this unsub did
to that poor man
in the woods,

part of me...

Sometimes I feel like
I'm capable of doing
terrible things like that.

You said you identified
the man who killed Tom.

Yes. And killing him,
picturing that,
imagining that,

we've talked about
how common that feeling is.

This is different.

Well, we've talked about
your anger
and passion and...

Your desire
to paint outside the lines.

Your first case
with the Bureau,
what was it called?

He took their shoes...

The Sandman Killer.

My work on that case
was classified. How do you
know about it?

Elizabeth, it's my job
to evaluate your readiness.

We can't have secrets.

The Sandman was a very
important, unsolved case
early in your career.

I'm sure it was defining
in ways you may not even
be aware of.

Unsolved cases.

I fixate on them.

How unfair they are,
that people get away
with murder.

I know it sounds corny,
but I, um...

I obsess over
the need for justice.

Even if it means
painting outside the lines.

Or the law.
Yes.

COOPER:
A witness has come forward

who can identify
Detective Singleton's killer.

He's at Belmont Police
Department.

I want him
put in protective custody

and transferred here
for questioning.

ARAM: Uh,
"protective custody"?

We believe the Detective
was murdered by Ian Garvey,

a U.S. Marshal responsible
for killing Tom Keen.

Wait. Wait, wait.

You know who killed Tom?
And it was a cop?

Because Garvey
is a U.S. Marshal,

I want the FBI to take point
in protecting the witness.

I've arranged for you
to be met by agents
from the DC Field Office.

As soon as you sign
the transfer order,

they are to bring him here
as quickly as possible.

Understood?
No.

I mean, yes, sir,
about the transfer,
but about Tom...

Why would a U.S. Marshal
want him dead?

Tom was pursuing a duffel bag
containing a secret

Reddington is keeping
from Agent Keen.

Garvey took it
and killed Tom
in the process.

Ah, what the hell?

MAN:
Have a seat, Gerald.

You and I are gonna make
a little video.

Hey.

Welcome back, Gerald.

MANAGER:
Hey! Turn it down.
You hear me?

This is the manager.

You gotta turn
that damned thing off.

Mr. Reddington.

My word is my bond.

My currency.

I gave Peter Caras my word

that I'd move him
before the Nash Syndicate

learned that he'd cut a deal
with the Feds.

But that didn't happen,
did it, Mr. Gabinelli?

The Syndicate found him here.

Killed him in this very room.

At the time,

you gave me your word

that you had no idea
how that happened.

I didn't. I don't.

Mr. Caras
was a federal witness,

so I didn't give it
a second thought

when the marshals
sent Ian Garvey

to investigate his murder.

But now I know Garvey
wasn't here to investigate
the murder, was he?

He came to cover it up.

You betrayed me to Garvey.

So now, as absolution,
you're going to
betray Garvey to me.

Please, he's a U.S. Marshal.

And I am but a humble killer,
with a gun pointed

at the withered prune
that passes for your heart.

The next time an associate
of the Nash Syndicate
shows up,

I want a phone call,
a room number and a key.

Yes, sir.
Good.

Turn the lights off
on your way out.

Excuse me. Hello, there.

I'm here about Tony Mejia.

What about him?

I've got
signed transfer orders.

Agents from
the DC Field Office
should be here any minute.

He's an eyewitness
in the death
of a police officer.

Norman Singleton.

That's right.

I'm sorry. Did you know him?

I did. Briefly, in passing.

He seemed like a good man.

OFFICER:
Ran it up the flagpole.

Afraid you can't question
the witness.

Freaking Feds cut in line.

I'm sorry, I...

I thought you...
Ian Garvey, U.S. Marshal.

Singleton
was on my task force.

Federal Agent Mojtabai.

What did you say
your name was again?

Look, I get it, you got dibs.

Protocol.

But this is personal.

I'm sure it was.

Good, so we understand
each other.

You give me your card,

and I'll send you a transcript
of the interrogation.

I'm afraid
I cannot let you do that.

Send me a transcript,
that is.

You won't have to
because the witness...

I'm putting him
in protective custody.

Are you now?

And who would you
be protecting him from?

Who?

I'm just doing
as I was told.

And I'm telling you
this is personal,

and I'd like you
to extend me a little
professional courtesy.

I would if I could...

Really.

Okay, then.

How about we go outside,

and I kick
your scrawny, brown ass,
and then take my witness.

First of all,
it's more of
a golden brown.

It's topaz.
Topaz, really.

And, secondly,

pardon my French,
but you can back the hell off.

Please bring out my witness.

OFFICER: I was told
that you were waiting
for agents

from the DC Field Office.
Yes, I was.

Not anymore.

RESSLER: Ms. Seivers,
your husband's body

was found
almost 250 miles away.

Can you think
of any reason at all

why he'd be so far
from home?

MS. SEIVERS:
Don't know.

He didn't like to travel.
Did he have friends
in Pennsylvania?

Not that I know of.

But you feel
like your husband
was pretty open with you?

What's that
supposed to mean?
GRAVES: Ma'am,

I'm just trying
to get a picture
of your husband.

Steady job,
known in the community,
high-school football star.

LIZ:
I believe what Agent Graves
is getting at is

that your husband doesn't fit
the victimology of our killer.

Wendel had a family.

He was known here in town.

He was strong,
could fight back.

I'm sure he did.

Look, we had problems,

fought just like anyone,
but Wendel was a good man.

He loved me,
and he loved that boy.

LIZ: This picture
of the two of them.

Was it a school project?

MS. SEIVERS:
They was just messing around.

That was one
of Wendel's hobby swords.

I'm sorry, "hobby swords"?

LIZ:
He made these?

MS. SEIVERS: Sure.

In his shop out back.

Isn't it a little odd

that the Capricorn Killer's
last victim

has his own sword-making
operation?

RESSLER:
They're hand-forged.

Imperfect.

You're saying
the most recent victim
is the Capricorn Killer?

Someone murdered the killer
and mimicked his MO
in the process.

RESSLER: It's him.
We even have shrines

that match each
of the Capricorn Killer's
victims.

And the profile?
I thought you said
this guy was single,

a loner?
LIZ: He was.

Until he met his wife
and had a child.

That's why he went dormant.

Family.
I'm telling you,

you pull the travel records
from his employer,

and they will match
the dump sites of his victims.

Then who killed Seivers?

SAMAR: Keen was right
about the sword.

It wasn't hand-forged
like the others,

it was a bronze cast
made by a high-school
history professor

who sells them online.

Do we have
any information
on the buyer?

It was purchased
under a fake name,

but I was able to track down
a shipping address.

Good. Run it down
with Ressler.

Keen, you may want
to find your way back.

Our witness
in the Singleton murder
is en route as we speak.

MAN:
You disgust me, Gerald.

Please, I...

I... I...

Now, don't pass out
on me now.

Sadly, I got
a lot more work to do.

Just like you did.

Hey.

Welcome back, Gerald.

I can't imagine
what you're feeling.

Not physically,
but emotionally.

Funny thing is,

the drugs I gave you
to immobilize your body

don't have any effect
on fear.

That's what makes this
experience so unique.

While you were asleep,

I took the liberty
of amputating your forearm

by making an incision at the
juncture between the ulna
and humerus.

I opened the fascial plane
in your left leg,

being careful to avoid
the femoral artery.

Now, lie back, Gerald.

Be brave.

Let's enjoy these last
few moments together.

RESSLER: Stop! FBI!

He didn't make it.

ARAM:
I know you're scared.

I would be, too.

Being here,
of what you saw.

But you know,
you don't have to be.

We're here to protect you.

It's our job.

And the people I work with
are like...

They are, like, really,
really good at it.

All right, so, now I'm
gonna show you some photos.

TONY:
A woman already showed me
some photos.

ARAM:
Yes, of the victim,
of Detective Singleton.

But these photos
contain the man

who we believe killed
Detective Singleton.

And if you recognize him,

I want you
to point him out, okay?

Okay.

All right, take your time.

The man you saw in the alley,

the man you saw
murder Detective Singleton.

Do you see that man
in any of these photos?

I'll reach out
to the U.S. Attorney's Office.

As soon as he hears this,
I have no doubt

he'll issue
an arrest warrant.

It's almost over.

You have someone?

I put him in Room 4,
where Caras died.

I thought it would be...

Poetic justice.

How romantic.
How counterintuitive.

I hope you appreciate
the risk I'm taking
by doing this.

It's not
so much appreciation
as good planning.

GARVEY:
Kill the bodyguard.

Wound Reddington,
I need him alive.

You're gonna need
a colostomy bag.

You deserve worse.

I should kill you right now.

But let's talk about
what you're going to do.

Which is name your price,
and quickly,

before policemen
who actually uphold the law

arrive to clean up
this mess.

Let's start
with the truth.

You have the bones,
you already know the truth.

GARVEY: A truth.

I want the whole truth.

The whole truth

is that we are all clinging
to a lovely, blue ball

floating in a sea
of blackness.

Everything else, including,
and most especially,

the truth you are looking for,
is a tale told by an idiot,

full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.

I could take the bones public.

You could,
but you haven't.

And you won't.

I'm not sure why,
there's something I'm missing.

Something holding you back.

I won't kill you
until I have the bones,

and for some
inexplicable reason,

you won't go public until you
know this "whole truth."

We may have a stalemate,

but with the FBI,
you're at a
distinct disadvantage.

They're hunting for you.

And as you've killed a cop,

they will make it
their life's work
to put you on death row.

Unless you give me the bag.

In which case,
an accommodation
may be possible.

That's my offer.

Here's mine.

The cop you say I killed?

The FBI's holding a witness.

Bring him to me.
And why would I do that?

Because if he fingers me
and I go to prison,

our little stalemate ends.

You wanna
keep the bones secret,

that witness can never see
the inside of a courtroom.

You better go.

I got a crime scene
to investigate.

GRAVES:
The Tri-State Butcher himself.

We got an ID
from the license
and card in his wallet.

Local PD went to his house

and found a stash of tapes
from previous victims.

So, now we have
two serial killers,

both killed using
their unique signature.

Mmm-hmm.

Where's your head?

The profile.

Whoever's behind this,
I don't get it.

What's not to get?

Someone's knocking off
serial killers.

Yeah, but how?

Most serial killers
are white men in their 40s.

The man Ressler chased down
was a black man.

And how is he
identifying his targets?

The victims are all killers
the Bureau can't identify.

And yet the crimes
are premeditated,

and the crime scenes
are meticulously staged.

He's duplicating work
of real-life killers

using classified intel
that hasn't been
made public.

Inside information.

He's gotta be...
Don't say it.

You're thinking it too.

A cop?

Not just a cop.

A profiler.

You think the unsub
is an African-American
profiler

with the Bureau.

I'd think
I was under suspicion,

but you didn't mention
he was devastatingly handsome.

It makes perfect sense.

What makes you so sure?

'Cause this is exactly
how I would've done it.

LIZ: I've been trying
not to edit myself.

DR. FULTON: Tell me.
How has that felt?

Intense.

Scary.

Everyone feels that way
sometimes.

You don't have to be afraid
of those feelings.

See, that's just it.
That's what scares me.

I'm not afraid
of those feelings,

I'm exhilarated by them.

This killer is a genius.

He saw things
the Bureau couldn't.

He solved cases we missed.

Have you
always felt like this?

I think so.

My first case, the Sandman,
the one you asked me about.

How did he do it?

Convince little Susie Baker

to leave with him
in the middle of the night.

You think he convinced her?

Her shoes were missing.

Little pink high-tops
with rainbow laces.

Why would a four-year-old
put them on?

Or let him
put them on for her?

She did it
because she trusted him,

and I could never
figure out why.

What he did.

What they all do.

It sickens me.

But how they do it,
how their minds work,

honestly, it's...

Exhilarating?

Like take this case
I'm working on right now,

the profiler...
Alleged profiler.

No, I'm certain of it.
So you've argued.

But if the killer
is a profiler,

then his training at Quantico
would have required
a psych eval.

I'd like to think I,
or my colleagues,

would have flagged him
before he was cleared
for field work.

Maybe you did.

What?

Flag him. Not at first,
but maybe later.

Years later,
they could have suffered
a mental trauma,

one that caused
a psychological shift.

If I could get a hold
of the medical records

of these other profilers...
But you can't.

Medical records are private.

Without the authorization
of the patient
or a court order,

you simply can't get them.

Of course I can get them.

Dr. Fulton
is incredibly perceptive.

She sees me,
sees through me.

If the killer's a profiler,

I know her and her colleagues
would see through him, too.

At least enough to flag him.

Send me the list.
You'll have the records
this afternoon.

Do I even wanna know how?

I'm sure you do,
but I'm not gonna tell you.

Oh, my God, I can't believe
I almost forgot to tell you.

The witness ID'd Garvey
as the killer.

Did he?
Yeah.

A sweet, innocent kid
any jury would believe.

And you have him
in protective custody?

LIZ: Completely.

Aram is overseeing
his transport
to a safe house now.

He'll have round-the-clock
security from now
until the trial.

Garvey is going down.

If not for killing Tom,
for killing a cop.

I want all this
to be behind you.

For the first time,
I actually think
that might happen.

REDDINGTON: Dembe,

is everything in place?

Yes, everything is in place.

I know I was just here
this morning, but, um,

I just need
to ask you something
and get your opinion.

Of course.
What is it?

I've been looking over
the medical files

of the other profilers.

We talked about this.

Yes, that's when
I got the idea to do it.

And I told you
they were classified.

I've been looking over them
for hours.

At what?
The files you stole?

I had started
to suspect Agent Graves.

I thought the files
would confirm my suspicions,

but they didn't.

Of the 282 agents

in the Bureau's five
behavioral analysis units,

61 have undergone
psychological evaluations.

But in the last ten years,

only eight have been deemed
unfit for duty and released.

Agent Graves was not
one of them, but...

Anthony Hollis was.

Top in his class at Quantico.

Deemed unfit for duty

after a psych eval
due to insubordination.

Why are you telling me this
and not your task force?

He got into law enforcement

because both his parents were
killed when he was young.

I think you're
only telling me

because you know
you can't tell your team.

So he's angry, driven.

Do you really wanna lose
your badge on this?

I just wanna stop a serial
killer, and I think
you can help me.

In your professional opinion
as a psychologist
and criminologist,

do you think, based on
everything I've told you,

that this could be our guy?

Yes, it's possible.

That's all I need to know.
Liz!

LIZ: I may have
identified the man
behind the killings.

He's a former agent.
Name's Anthony Hollis.

What makes you so sure?
He was a profiler.

Psych Services flagged him
for behavioral issues.

It's all in his medical file.

Anthony Elliot Hollis.

Age 46.

Residence, 231, Washington
Street in Gaithersburg.

LIZ:
I have eyes on him now.

Looks like
he's going somewhere.

He may be a flight risk.

Agent Ressler,
you chased the unsub
from the murder scene.

I didn't get
a good enough look.
I can't confirm it's him.

You need to roll units.

His medical file.
How is it that you
got a copy?

Reddington got it for me.

Meaning he stole it for you?
Sir, he's leaving.

And because he stole it,

whatever evidence
we get on him
may be inadmissible.

We won't know
until we arrest him,

which Liz can't do
without a badge.

Keen, listen to me.

Put a bumper lock on Hollis,
but do not engage.

Ressler and Navabi
are en route.

Let's just hope that
if this is our guy,

you didn't do anything
to jeopardize our ability

to put him where he belongs.

Thank you,
for agreeing to do this.

You know,
you don't have to.

It's the right thing
to do.

Yes, it is.

My grandmother always tells me
I should do the right thing.

I think your grandma
will be very proud of you.

Does the place
where we're going
have snacks?

I like Doritos.
You serious?

I love Doritos.
Wait, which is your favorite?

Mine, Spicy Nacho.

Unless I'm depressed,

then I mainline Jacked Three-D
Bacon Cheddar Ranch.

ARAM:
Guys, what's going on?

AGENT 1: No idea.
AGENT 2:
The engine just gave out.

Guys.

Guns down! Hands up!

TONY: No! Stop!

Stop!
No, no, no!

Help me!

Help!

No! No! No!

SAMAR: Liz, we just
got off the phone

with the Gaithersburg
Police Department.

We have officers on site
at Hollis' home,

and the place
is full of evidence.

They're pulling prints now,
but he's our guy.

RESSLER: We're pulling
a trace on your cell,
we're not far behind.

We're pulling off
the 270 now.

LIZ: He just stopped
on Little Seneca Lake,

some minimum maintenance road

off the westbound 117.

RESSLER: All right,
we're minutes out.
Hold tight.

We're pulling maps
of the area.

If there were a cabin
or a house, I would see it,

but I'm losing light.
I've lost him in the shadows.

SAMAR: Liz?

Liz?

HOLLIS: The gun, too.

Let's go for a drive.

LIZ: Where are we going?

HOLLIS: Quiet.
Keep walking.

I only ask...
I said quiet.

Let's go.

What is this place?

Come on in, Elizabeth.

There's something
I wanna share with you.

RESSLER:
Agent Keen broke contact
13 minutes ago.

State Police have set up
a perimeter with road blocks,

but there's a chance
she may be on foot.

So, our search area
will run from Sideline Road
on the west

to the shoreline
on the east.

And from Tenmile Creek
down to Highway 117.

Before she vanished,

Agent Keen was in pursuit
of this man, Anthony Hollis.

He's former FBI.
He is smart, he is armed,

and he knows how we work,
so be careful.

Are we clear on our grids?
AGENTS: Yes, sir.

You're my therapist!

DR. FULTON:
And this is
our final session.

When we're done here,
I feel certain

I'll be able to
recommend reinstatement.

You know who this guy is,
what he does.

Of course. I taught him.

No, that can't be!

You're angry. That's good.

Anger can be so exhilarating.

Don't.
Fixating on unsolved cases,

how unfair they are.
Do not twist my word...

"I know it sounds corny,
but I am obsessed

"with painting
outside the lines."

I am not like you.

DR. FULTON: Not yet.

Never.

I kill serial killers.

I brought you here
to recruit you,

the same way
I recruited Hollis.

I've had my eye on you
for ages,

ever since you shot
the Attorney General

for being a traitor.

I knew then you were someone
I needed to recruit.

So, when your psychiatric
evaluation was ordered,

I made sure
I was assigned to your case.

Talk about exhilarating.

A profiler and the daughter
of Raymond Reddington.

In our sessions,
you were everything
I could have hoped for,

comfortable
with your darker impulses.

So, I tested you
out in the field.

The Capricorn Killer.

You knew Psych Services
would reach out to me,

assign me the case,
and that it would
lead me to you.

I certainly knew
that stealing a few
confidential medical files

wasn't going to stop you.

All you've done
is confess to murder.

I've revealed myself to you.

And you're about to reveal
yourself to me.

And maybe even to yourself.

DR. FULTON: You know
where we are, right?

Susie Baker...

He brought her here.

He brought them all here.

Why would you bring me here?

To do what has to be done.

To kill the Sandman.

GRAVES:
Shh! Keep quiet.

Stop walking.

DR. FULTON:
I used to counsel families.

Tried to ease their pain,

help them heal.

But there are times
when there is no healing...

Because there's no justice.

Susie died in this room,

and we can't bring her back.

But for her family,
to help them heal,

this is the next best thing.

He suffocated her
with a pillow.

Go on.

I know you want to.

Do it.

FBI, hands
where we can see 'em.

Leave 'em, I got this one!

Circle back!

Head towards the west!

See if you
can find that woman!

And make sure you...
LIZ: Look out!

Stop!

I can't believe
I read you wrong.

Maybe you didn't.

* It curves in

* Through the weather

* It's coming from above... *

I tried.

I thought...
RESSLER: Don't beat
yourself up, Keen.

I'll get us a sketch.

State Police are out there
combing the woods.

Whoever she is,
we're gonna find her.

At least we got these two,
right?

Silver linings.

Hey, if there's anything good
that happened today,

it's that
we secured a witness

who's gonna testify
against the man
who killed Tom.

Like I said,
silver linings.

What?
Whoever it was,

it came out of nowhere.

But there was a team,
S.W.A.T.

I know, but it happened
really fast.

They overwhelmed us
and they boxed us in...

The witness is gone?
No, not gone.

He's missing
and we're gonna get him back.

We're gonna get him back.

Liz. Liz, no, listen.

So look, I've pulled
all of the feeds and...

Now, the vans
were unmarked,

there were no plates,
but...
Aram?

This is not your fault.

I'm not blaming you,

but five minutes
after he was taken,
that sweet kid was dead.

I'm not gonna stop
until I can prove
Garvey did this.

He won't get away with it.

He already has.

COOPER: Agent Keen.

It's been a hard few days.

Aram lost a witness,

and while you got Hollis,
his partner in crime got away.

These are setbacks
and they sting.

But in this line of work,

I've learned you have
to take the good with the bad,

so let's take a moment
and focus on the good.

Dr. Fulton.

I've submitted my report

to the Office
of the Inspector General,

and he's agreed
with my recommendation

that you be reinstated,
effective immediately.

Congratulations,
Agent Keen.

Thank you.
This is a big relief.

DR. FULTON:
You deserve it.

You've worked hard
in counseling,

been honest
about your grief and loss,

and you've been remarkably
willing to reveal to me
who you truly are.

A fine agent,
and an even better person.

DR. FULTON:
I didn't reinstate you
because you let me go.

But you did let me go,
and I wanna thank you
for that.

My father has people
he can turn to for help.

Doctors, lawyers,
finders, freaks.

People with special skills.

You have a special skill,

and I'd like to know
that, someday,
I could turn to you.

Reddington said
you were nothing like him.

And you knew he was wrong.

Well, you're done
with mandatory counseling,

but if you ever wanna come in
on a voluntary basis,

my door is always open.

I don't see the witness.

And you never will.

I've taken him away

from you and the FBI.

I told you
to bring him to me.

REDDINGTON: Yes.

A thuggish order
I immediately disregarded

because I don't take orders
from you.

The witness
and his grandmother
are safe and secure.

And as long as I'm alive,
he will not testify
against you.

What about Keen?

She's a witness.

Are you gonna put her
out of my reach, too?

I don't have to, because
where she is concerned,

you have no leverage.

Secret or no secret,

if you reach out to her,
I'll cut off your hands.

If you look in her direction,
I'll cut out your eyes.

And if you ever utter her name
again in my presence,

I'll cut out your tongue.

You have no idea who I am,
or why I want the truth.

Aren't you curious?

Don't you have any questions?

Oh,
I have plenty of questions,
but none I'd pose to you.

The answers will have to wait
for me to find out on my own.

Good luck with that.

Mr. Garvey, might I suggest
you enjoy what little time
you have left.

Crab cakes, scalp massages,

perhaps a double feature

of The 400 Blows
and Jules and Jim.

Whatever floats your boat,
do it now,

because
I will find those bones.

And when I do,
I'm gonna kill you.

You are an odd one
aren't you?

Yes.

LIZ: I need you
to promise me something.

Of course.

You're doing everything
in your power to get Garvey.

What's this about?

He got him.

We were so close,
and then...

You have my word.

The bag, the secret,
you won't let them
get in the way?

I've already told you.

Tell me again,
I need to hear it.

I promise Ian Garvey
will not get away from me.