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Halcyon... they may be watching.

Your mother is spying on you?

She knows my father's alive. She kidnapped him.

I tried to get him back, but I need your help.

- I don't know what to do. - Okay, slow down. Back up.

Does she know you're her son?

No, or that I know that she's holding him.

Well, maybe you should tell her. She might listen to you.

My father says that she's involved in something...

I don't know, terrible.

And you trust him more than her?

I don't know who to trust, but both...

my father and Reddington...

say that I will never find out what she's up to

if she knows who I am.

It's good to see you.

How's Agnes?

She's adorable, happy...

- Hmm. - ... dying to walk.

Her first steps...

God, I don't want to miss those.

I feel like I missed too much already.

You said we could help.

If my father's being held against his will,

the FBI can get him back.

We can certainly try. Where's his location?

Howard won't ever say a word.

- But you want to talk about Keen? - Yes.

I don't trust him... never have, never will.

- A guy like that, he needs... - Solomon.

He's my son.

I found out after giving you the kill order.

That's why I called it off.

Tom Keen is Christopher Hargrave.

After all these years to find him working against you.

It's hard to know how to feel.

My worst nightmare turns into my dream come true,

and before I can even enjoy it for one minute,

it turns into a nightmare again.

Oh, Scottie, Scottie, Scottie.

I'm the youngest of nine.

My oldest brother... he was a thief and worse.

And one night, my father, he decides to confront him.

They get into a fight, pushes Dad, he falls backward,

hits his head on the kitchen counter,

bleeds out on the floor.

When the cops came, Mom lied about what happened.

Her husband had been killed,

but she never gave up her boy.

She cast him out, never talked to him again,

but she never gave him up.

Can you do that, Scottie?

Can you cast him out?

Not until I find out what he knows.

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I'm late. Have you seen my bra?

Mm. Hm! Hm! Hm!

Uh, you got a text while you were in the shower.

I thought it was on my phone, so I checked.

It was from Scottie.

She'll be late to work... 7:30.

She's usually there by 6:00.

6:00? Man, she is intense.

She's also my boss who's been nothing but good to me,

and I'm sleeping with her... toy boy,

and I shouldn't be.

Oh, wow. That's so sweet.

Look, this... what we're doing...

it just... we can't do it any more, okay?

It has to stop.

Soon.

"Soon"?

Soon.

I spoke to the FBI.

They're gonna try to get Howard back.

The FBI... Isn't your wife an agent?

Fiancée, technically. We would be married...

if Scottie hadn't ordered Solomon to shoot up our wedding.

And yet, here you are. Why?

You know, I want to believe you, trust in you,

but it's really hard when I just can't figure out

what you're doing here.

Scottie wants to see you in her office.

Okay. Thank you.

She says it's urgent.

This is how I'll always remember Christopher...

laughing, brushing sand off his knees.

We'd spent all day at the beach.

That night, Howard and I fought and I went to bed alone.

When I woke up, I...

I knew something wasn't right.

I walked down the hallway to Christopher's room,

and he was gone.

There wasn't a sound. He didn't cry.

I just... knew.

It's a blood bond that never ends,

a... a closeness that can't be explained.

It's how I felt about you,

even when I didn't know why.

But now I do.

You knew I've been looking,

that finding my son was everything.

You saw my pain and anguish and you said nothing?

Here you are... my boy, my long-lost son.

You're finally here.

And you broke my heart.

Sorry. I'm...

What do you want me to say?

I mean... when was I supposed to tell you?

He's telling me one thing, and you're telling me something else,

and I don't know...

I don't know... I don't know what to believe.

Tom... Christopher, your father's not well.

Whatever he's told you about me, you can't trust.

Why are you the one holding him prisoner?

Okay, listen to me, this is important.

All I want is to talk about you...

who you are, where you've been.

You're all I care about, all I've ever cared about.

Sometimes we have to put off what we want and do what we must,

and we must prevent your father from getting Whitehall.

It is a matter of national security.

Please, tell me what you know about Whitehall.

I don't know anything about Whitehall.

If you tell me, nothing will happen to you.

I don't care what you've done,

but, please, I'm begging you.

Please, don't make me give up my boy.

I...

I'm telling you I don't know.

Not sure if that's true, but guess we'll find out.

Mr. Hargrave, I presume.

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

We got some catching up to do.

- What's going on? - I don't know.

Scottie... she...

He did something she didn't like.

What?

All I know is she had me render a video.

She said the person on it

was working against her and the company,

and when I rendered it, his mug showed up.

Deputy Director Cooper.

It's not every day we get a visit from the FBI.

What can I do for you?

I have some questions about a patient of yours...

- Howard Hargrave. - Hmm.

According to my records, he came to us eight days ago.

The doctor on call examined him

and concluded that Mr. Hargrave...

posed a threat of physical harm to himself and others,

justifying an order to retain him

for involuntary psychiatric care.

For three days. After that, a court order's required.

Do you have one?

Perhaps you should be speaking to our legal counsel.

I'll take that as a "no" to my questions.

Mr. Hargrave is a sick man

who faked his death and needs psychiatric supervision.

Perhaps, but without a court order,

you have no legal authority to hold him against his will.

I need to speak with him to see if that's what you're doing.

Well, you know, look at the bright side...

when I'm done with you, no one will ever say,

"He's more than just a pretty face."

You know, why don't you spare me the theatrics...

and just do it?

With pleasure.

Hello?

The FBI is here.

They're going to talk to Howard.

- I think they're going to release him. - You can't let that happen.

I gave them my opinion. They didn't seem to care.

Make them. I'm on my way.

The prodigal son.

I have to admit, I did not see that coming.

Kudos. I'm impressed.

And I'm never impressed.

Even though you put a bullet in me and tried to kill me,

but for what it's worth,

I take almost no pleasure in doing this.

And I'm pretty sure that Scottie, she doesn't, either.

So why don't you just spare Mommy the pain and suffering

and just tell her what she wants to know?

She betrayed her husband,

she betrayed her son,

and she's gonna betray you, too.

My dear boy, I know the name of the game,

but this is about you.

And here you are, working for her...

in secret...

trying to find out what, exactly?

I'm sorry, Tom Keen.

Do you mind repeating that?

I sure do wish that bullet really did kill you.

We got a freaking problem.

Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

Rubber baby buggy bumpers. Rubber baby buggy bump...

Dumont?

How?

I thought we were just starting to be friends.

You're my best friend!

Howard Hargrave?

Who's asking?

Harold Cooper, Deputy Director FBI.

- The answer is no. - What's the question?

You're obviously here because of Tom.

He told you I was being held.

You want to know if they have my consent.

That's the question,

and the answer is no, they do not.

Release him. Now.

There!

Freeze! Don't move!

In the hall. Go!

I spoke with our attorney.

He'll be filing a motion in court within the hour.

Understood. But until it's granted, he's a free man.

Let's go.

What the hell's he doing?

He got out?

Get a response unit down there.

Tell them not to use deadly force.

We're in position.

Ready on your go.

Waiting on you.

Do we have authorization?

Ma'am, they need a reply.

Do it.

What happened? Dumont, what happened?

Give me eyes.

One of our own... Tom Keen...

has stolen senior-level secrets

and intends to make them public.

Their release would compromise national security.

As of this moment, he's armed and on-site.

I want every resource focused on finding him

before he disappears.

- Am I clear? - Got it.

- Yes, ma'am. - Go.

Clear on level three.

Drop it!

What are you gonna do, huh?

Shoot your own son?

I begged you to tell me what you know.

You know why I came here?

I came here to find out

who my mother really is.

And I wished to God I hadn't,

'cause you know what I found out?

I found out that you're nothing but a criminal.

You let your delusional father brainwash you.

You're a cold, heartless killer...

who'd murder her own son if it got her what she needed!

Spying on me, deceiving me...

Is it worth it, killing me?

Is it worth Whitehall?

Then do it. Huh?

Do it!

Shoot me.

Do it!

Aah!

What are you gonna do, Tom?

Shoot your mother?

No.

I'm not like you.

I guess I take after my father.

Tom.

He's out.

Not for long. He's on foot, six-minute head start.

I've set a 20-block perimeter, pulling all feeds...

NYPD, MTA, CCTV... and repositioning the birds.

- Solomon and Nez? - In pursuit, along with a Tac unit.

She said Tom was stealing secrets. What secrets?

Don't know, don't care.

But you do know.

That's why she asked you to question him.

Now, Tom has earned my respect. I trust him.

- If I'm wrong to do that... - You're wrong to do that.

... I need to know why.

And don't lie to me, Matias. This is too important.

You're wrong, Nez.

And if you don't want me to lie,

then that's all I can say.

Sir. I need you to show me your hands.

Yep.

- Aah. - What happened to you?

- I was mugged. - When did this happen?

I'm fine, all right? I don't need to press charges.

- I'm good, really. - Got a gun, partner.

It's my mother's, all right? It's a long story.

I'm gonna need to see some identification.

No. They took my wallet.

Sir, you're gonna have to come with us.

Place you hands behind your back.

Guys, you don't want to do this.

We need to find Tom.

In my experience, Tom Keen can take care of himself.

No. Not against Scottie Hargrave.

I couldn't.

So, you faked your death, recruited your son,

inserted him into your wife's company.

My company that she took with the help of foreign agents

who are using her to hurt this country.

Those are serious allegations. Do you have any proof?

You saw what she was doing... holding me against my will.

Mr. Hargrave, you crashed a plane...

- We need to find my son. - ... obstructed an NTSB investigation,

let the shareholders in your company believe that you were dead.

You got a lot of explaining to do.

We'll look for Tom.

You need to talk to a lawyer.

- Tom Keen got to you. - Mrs. Hargrave.

He convinced you to release my husband.

I released your husband because there was no court order to hold him.

I'm talking him to protective custody.

- Where is Tom? - This is outrageous. He's not well.

You say your husband is unstable.

He says you're engaged in illegal,

possibly treasonous activity.

The delusions of a man who needs help,

which he was getting until you got involved.

What have you done with our son?

You're the one who's poisoned him against me, manipulated him.

Do you know where he is or not?

No, Agent Cooper. I don't.

- I think I got him. - She's lying.

Okay, are we through here?

If you hear from him, I expect you to let me know.

Of course. The minute I know, you'll know.

Talk to me.

Okay, so police dispatch reported an incident...

two officers down, 16th and Houston.

Perp matches Tom's physical description.

- Line of sight? - Right. Yes.

Dispatch reported the incident three minutes ago...

and if we go back another minute...

Totally badass.

- You put a tracking line on him. - Oh, yeah.

Through the magic of the fast-forward button...

... we're live.

He's at 29th and Greenview,

and, what we're seeing, Solomon and Nez are, too.

- Got ya. - You got no play here.

- Hey! - Hey, stop! Stop!

Stop!

Did you get to Howard?

How are you? Uh, Cooper said you might be in trouble.

Everything's all...

I'm burned at Halcyon. I can't go back.

They're monitoring everything, all right?

I can't stay on the phone. Just tell Howard "Teleforce."

- Teleforce? - He'll know what it means.

Just... I'll call you when I can.

Hi.

Howard, I'm Liz Keen.

Of course.

It's... such a pleasure to finally meet you.

I just, um...

I spoke to Tom, and he's fine.

And... I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep staring.

It's just that... I can see him in your eyes.

Mm.

And what did he say?

He said to tell you "Teleforce."

He said you'd know what that meant.

Thank you.

For what?

You make my son very happy.

What, did you cut yourself shaving?

You sent me in to gain Scottie's trust and learn about Whitehall,

and now I'm out and I...

I'm in the dark.

There are other ways.

The Artax Network.

Halcyon has eyes everywhere.

If they want to find us, they're going to.

Unless we use it to find them first.

Okay, I appreciate the sentiment, but with all due respect,

we're two guys standing around in a comic-book store,

and they're 1,000 agents with access to the surveillance state

and a satellite network.

A network that I built.

That they control.

It's over, all right?

That's why I wanted to meet you, to tell you that I'm...

I'm sorry I couldn't do better.

Are you done pouting?

Because we have work to do.

You ever built a satellite dish before?

No.

Well, you are in for a treat.

- Let's go. - Go where?

To the place where...

the great and powerful Artax Network started...

RadioShack.

Okay.

We've got a motherboard, antenna,

uh, reflecting panels...

Superglue?

You're gonna hack into the Artax Network using superglue?

Well, not just superglue...

... double-sided tape.

Oh, well, I'm sure that's how it works.

All right, let's get started.

I believe in America.

I still see it as that shining city on a hill...

that people all around the world look to

as a land of hope and opportunity.

I know I did...

as a boy in Warsaw during the Cold War.

No free press, information controlled by the government.

The only hints about the outside world I got...

were from listening to Voice of America.

And what a world it was...

Louis Armstrong, John Lennon, Willie Mays.

I didn't just want to be a part of that,

I wanted to protect it...

And that's why I built Halcyon,

and that's why I'm so afraid of what Scottie is trying to do.

Americans take their freedom for granted.

They can't imagine that it could ever be taken away,

but it can be. I know. I've seen it.

We have to stay vigilant if we don't want to lose

the things that we hold most dear.

Fuss with that thing. Help me find the signal.

Is that it?

Whoa, whoa. A little bit more where you were.

- Right here? - Yeah, that'll work.

Look, I get how this gets us into the Artax Network,

but how's it get us Whitehall?

First we have to hack the Halcyon server,

see if we can get into the black budget

and find out how Scottie acquired Whitehall,

and hopefully that'll be enough

to use the Artax Network to find it.

How? Their servers are impenetrable.

Well...

I designed a backdoor.

You just forgot to tell anybody.

Yeah, that must have slipped my mind.

One of the perks of being delusional.

- We'll find Tom. - I know.

That's what I'm afraid of.

You did nothing wrong.

If he's working against you, the company...

I need to get away, clear my head.

If there's any word on Tom, you'd know where I'll be.

I've been thinking about this a lot,

and seeing Trevor is a risk.

I know... he calms you down, he listens,

but he may also talk about what you tell him.

He signed the NDA.

It's not just about what he might tell people.

It's also... who he is.

I mean, if anyone found out that you're seeing a prostitute,

you'd be compromised.

I appreciate your concern.

It's me.

Oh. Sorry. Habit, I guess.

You know, I'm only saying this because I worry about you.

I know, and that means everything

knowing you have my back.

Or are trying to put a knife in it.

What are you talking about?

I'm not calling you.

Well, then why is my phone ringing?

It's not.

Trevor's is.

Oh.

Yeah, "Oh"... as in "Oh, God.

"How am I going to explain to my boss

"that we're both sleeping with the same man?"

I am so sorry.

Hiding what you're doing behind your concern for me...

Screw "sorry."

My resignation letter will be on your desk

by the end of the day.

How big is this black budget?

Too big to look at one item at a time.

This algorithm searches for anomalies

in budgeting, personnel,

security... anything unusual.

I want to hear about growing up in Warsaw,

the Cold War, Willie Mays.

I got a million questions.

Well, I will have a million answers when this is over.

- Muirfield. - A level-four cargo transfer.

Typical protocol as a single, three-man team.

In this case, four teams were used...

innocuous name, unidentified objects,

extraordinary security.

Whitehall.

It says the transfer was made February 11th

at the Stewart Air National Guard Base.

If it was that important, there would have been aerial surveillance.

From the Artax Network. But if you can access it,

why did you wait to do it until now?

Because once we're in, we're only gonna have a minute,

maybe two, before they know.

- We'll be locked out. - And our position burned.

We're only gonna get one shot...

and...

this is it.

We're in.

We track where they took that crate, we find Whitehall.

No hit on local airports, bus, or train terminals.

No, if Tom's still local, he's gone to ground.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

- What is it? - Somebody's in the system.

There.

The crate was delivered to a factory in West Hills.

Well, we know they took something big there,

but we don't know if it's Whitehall.

No, we don't, but we're sure as hell gonna find out.

I don't know how it happened. I mean, this never happens.

Holy crap. Nice digs.

- Tasteful. - Dumont.

Hey, first time, long time.

Point being, Tom hacked the network.

Did you hear what I said?

Tom didn't hack the network...

Howard did.

My husband's alive.

It's a long story, and you deserve to hear it,

but right now, all that matters

is that he and Tom are working against us.

Together? What's the connection?

Tom...

is our son.

Okay, good.

Dead husband's alive, sworn enemy's your son.

We pinged the location of the breach.

That won't help. Howard knows we've detected him.

Get Solomon and a Tac Team.

And go where? You said they're gone.

I'm not interested in where they were.

I'm interested in where they're going,

and I know exactly where that is.

What a... what? What was that?

No calls.

Nez is loyal to you. All right? She's on the inside.

She knows things that could help us.

Could've just taken the battery out.

Nez, talk to me.

You're Christopher Hargrave?

Yes. Listen, I'm gonna explain everything to you, okay?

I promise. But right now, I need to hear what you know.

Please.

We know you're going to West Hills.

We're on our way... E.T.A. 30 minutes.

- Thanks for the heads-up. - It's not a heads-up.

It's a warning. I have a job to do.

If you're there when we arrive, I'm gonna do it.

I got two guards on the perimeter and one on the roof.

The physical guards are only there as a visual deterrent.

If I were Scottie, I'd have this place under a digital canopy

to protect Whitehall...

satellite imagery, UAV full-motion video, thermogenic cameras.

Dad, Dad, English, please.

- Digital feeds. - Okay.

One nation under CCTV, son.

Listen to me... it's too dangerous for you to come with me.

If you were to be hurt, I wouldn't be able to...

No. We don't have time for this, all right? Halcyon is coming.

If we're gonna get Whitehall, we're gonna do it right now,

you and me.

The moment we're in, Scottie's gonna be notified.

We need to have a plan.

Hey. Stop right there.

Thank God! Finally, another person.

I'm trying to find Miles Kobata.

Restricted access. Can't be here.

I don't want to be here. I want to be at Kobata Restoration.

- Sir, please. - I-I'm trying to get somebody

to redo the graphics on my 1977...

Evel Knievel pinball machine.

Command Two, report. Command Two?

Command Two. All clear.

What the hell is going on?

Yeah, we're picking up some radiated EMI.

I think we should, uh, change to 29.925 megahertz.

- What are you doing? - Copy that.

I'm telling them to jam their own signal with digital interference.

It's Chinese to you, son. Let's go.

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What is this place?

What are you doing?

Howard!

Don't do it.

On the ground.

Cuff yourself to him and around the table.

My God.

Who is that? What are you doing?

- Come on, come on. - Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Who are you? - Whitehall.

I am Richard Whitehall.

You're not a code. It's a man.

We got to get you out of here. Come on.

Whoa, whoa. I was told that you...

What did she tell you? That I'm the enemy?

That I'm not to be trusted?

Okay, they know we're here. We got to go.

We don't have much time. Are you being held here

- against your will or not? - Yes.

Then let's get the hell out of here.

Wait! I have to get my research,

my research on the code.

The code is a breakthrough in theoretical computation...

superposition and entanglement.

Quantum computing.

What I've unearthed,

in the wrong hands,

poses catastrophic danger to our critical infrastructure.

The research in that backpack?

A blueprint for the prototype.

The prototype for what?

Get back!

Let go of me!

My bag!

Come on!

Nez, don't!

You don't understand.

I warned you.

Howard.

Nez.

Look at you...

as beautiful as ever.

I'm... I'm so sorry I didn't come to you.

I had no choice. You have to understand.

But we need your help.

Tom... Tom is my son.

I wanted to tell you.

Two on one.

Lose it, Keen.

What do we have here?

One big family reunion...

Must be our lucky day. Nez, get the bag.

- Give me the backpack. - Nez, please.

Give it to me!

His research... it's here.

Give it to me.

I got it.

I'll take it.

Well, this turned out better than I could have hoped...

We got the father, the son, and...

with Mr. Whitehall in custody,

the holy ghost.

And some people don't believe in miracles.

Watch them till the Tac team arrives.

Go! Go!

Well, Nez betrayed us.

She sided with the old man and your son.

We'll find them.

Oh, I know we will.

You know, I still can't believe he had you...

us... fooled.

You know, I've experienced some pretty messed-up family drama,

but nothing like this before.

And what I want to know is why?

Who is that, and why is he so important?

Whitehall has cracked quantum computing.

I thought we were years away from this being a reality.

I don't get it. How does this get him the magic key

that everybody keeps talking about?

Traditional computers store information in bits,

which can represent a 1 or a 0.

Quantum computing takes advantage of quantum particles

by spinning in two different directions at once,

meaning they can represent both a 1 and a 0 at the same time,

making them exponentially faster than today's machines.

A computer with this kind of speed

would mean the end of privacy as we know it.

If Scottie moves from a prototype to a working model,

she can decrypt any communication within seconds.

The woman would be unstoppable.

She could blackmail anyone,

not to mention she could decrypt safeguards

at banks, airports, power grids, you name it.

So, how do we stop her?

She has Whitehall at Halcyon.

The place is a fortress. You'll never get him out.

Don't be so sure.

We can't use the Artax Network anymore.

Well, that's true. We can't hack into the backdoor, but...

I can walk in through the front.

I'm sorry, Scottie.

It was truly an honor working for you.

You ever hear of yubitsume?

It's a ritual among the Yakuza.

When a soldier offends his boss,

he chops off his pinkie finger to atone for the offense.

Are you saying you want me to...

Of course not.

But don't mistake my forgiveness for weakness.

I don't condone what you did.

But I'm not in love with Trevor, either.

There's no relationship there.

- I don't even know his real name. - It's Daniel.

I'm sorry.

Um, I just want you to know that I'm ending it.

Don't do anything on my account.

Are you sure you won't accept my resignation?

Or my little finger?

You're gonna need all your digits

so you can make calls for me.

Cash in every favor I have.

I need all the reinforcements I can gather

to stop my husband.

We're safe.

I just have one more job to do,

and then I'm coming home.

Do I want to know? What's the job?

Uh, it's nothing, really... just breaking into Halcyon.

Just the three of you? Tom, that's insane.

What can I do? Let me help you.

No, you've done enough already. Really, it's okay.

This is my fight.

Just give Agnes a big kiss for me.

How about you give her a kiss when you get done with this?

I'm looking forward to that.

I hate to ask, but how do you plan on pulling this off?

I want to thank you all for coming today.

I don't know, but if you turn on your TV right now,

you'll see step one happening.

I also want to apologize...

for misleading you these last several weeks.

But desperate times call for desperate measures.

And I'm here now to tell you what I'm desperate about.

Halcyon Aegis...

is the largest private military contractor in the country.

It has significant intelligence gathering capabilities.

I know because I built the company.

As you can see, I am now on the outside looking in.

And that is because of my wife, Scottie Hargrave.

She convinced the board that I was not of sound mind,

tried to commit me to psychiatric care

above my objections, and when that failed,

she conspired to have me killed.

I will be providing evidence to the authorities

that she tampered with my plane

in an effort to make it appear as if I died in an accident.

I have no doubt that criminal proceedings will result.

But with the best defense that money can buy,

my wife will be able to drag out this process for months,

if not for years.

I have no intention of waiting that long.

And trust me when I tell you...

that the country cannot afford to wait that long.

Therefore as of today,

I will do everything in my power...

to take back control...

of the company that I created.

I know you're watching, honey.

And I'm coming for you.

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