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I'm sure you're fine, and I'm overreacting.

And you just can't answer your phone because...

...for some reason we'll be laughing about...

...but something is wrong, and something...

If satisfied with the message...

- ...press one. - What is it?

- To record another message... - Tom.

He's missing.

I'm sorry.

She didn't even know anything. Neither did he.

He had the bones. She was looking for them. They knew enough.

Question is what you know.

Reddington sent you after the suitcase. He tell you why?

- He didn't. - I don't think he did.

Last thing he'd want is for you to ID these. But you couldn't resist?

So you and your friends ran a DNA search through CODIS. Thank you, by the way.

Curiosity killed these cats, but for me, it's a gift that's gonna keep on giving.

Whatever you imagine the answer might be...

...it's better than that.

Reddington's power is legendary. With this, I control that power.

You're gonna set up a meeting between us, so I can tell him the good news.

But in case you've had a change of heart.

- I have eyes. - How many?

Five hostiles. Maybe more.

Tom and the others?

Status unknown.

- But... - But what?

Raymond, it's not good.

We're 20 minutes away. I want an update in 10.

We should have backup.

Too many people know about this situation already.

This needs to end now.

- Yes? - It's me.

I did what you hired me to do. I got the package.

Any problems?

Nope. Piece of cake.

Where are you now?

A motel in Stone Ridge. 546 Roscoe Lane, Room 16.

I can be there in half an hour.

You three with me. The rest...

- ...deal with him. - Hey.

- What about this? - That stays.

- Last thing I want is that near Reddington. - I did what you asked. Now let me go.

Plastic stays too.

Any trouble, joins his pals.

Hey, it's Tom. Leave a message, I will call you back.

Me again. And again and again.

This mailbox is full.

It cannot accept messages.

We issued a BOLO. Sent a message to every office.

Sorry to put you through this. I'm overreacting.

Don't take this the wrong way. You sure you know everything Tom is up to?

I thought I did.

I don't know.

Red, anything?

- I just spoke to you 20 minutes ago. - You had a lead.

- On Nik's death. - You think the two are related?

I'm doing what I can. I'm sure Harold is as well.

Trying to convince myself everything's fine, but I'm doing terrible.

Tom is capable of getting himself both into and out of trouble.

If he's in harm's way I'm certain he's put in motion...

...an escape plan about which the people holding him are completely unaware.

Who would be holding him? Why?

- Did he take a job he didn't tell me about? - It appears so.

I'm sorry. I know that's not the answer you wanna hear.

Well, call me if you find anything out.

Got a hit on Tom's car. Impound lot towed it in last night.

Towed from where?

Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI.

We have reason to believe this man was here. Have you seen him?

- Can't say. - His car was impounded outside Room 11.

- Don't know anything about that. - "Can't say, don't know"?

- I mind my business. - Can we get the key?

Sure. Soon as you get a warrant.

You know what? Forget the key.

- We don't know he was here. - His car was parked outside.

- He came. - In front of this room.

Maybe this was the only space, Liz.

I've called Tom so many times his mailbox is full. It's pointless.

Hearing his voice is the only thing that calms me down.

I'm gonna call CSI. If Tom was here, they'll know.

Hey, you mind if I sit?

Knock yourself out.

Yeah, well, can I get a hand?

- Gosh, anything else I can do for you? - Yeah, you could give me your gun.

Looks like we got ourselves a comedian.

Not that funny, is it?

- What? - He got away.

The suitcase?

- Get it back. - What about Reddington?

Reddington's not coming.

He was never coming.

Get in.

Tom.

Oh, hell.

I warned you about this damn suitcase. Now look at you.

They hit the radiator. And the oil pan.

- They'll be here soon. - Who will? Who are they?

- I was hoping you could tell us. - Nik had a friend. Took DNA...

...off the bones, ran a match, got killed for his troubles. So did Nik.

- And Lena? - How do you know about her?

- We have to move. - I warned you and your friends.

Friends? The guy who threatened Lena, told her to stop looking, he worked for you.

You need to keep that compressed.

Which way?

Away from the road.

West.

- Can you walk? - Guess we'll find out.

According to this manager, Room 11 was rented to a Steven Smith.

But the license he used was a fake, he paid cash for the room.

- Any video? - Manager won't give it without a warrant.

- Work in progress. - There was a struggle. Anyone hear?

We interviewed guests, cleaning crew. Nothing.

I don't know where Tom went after the motel...

...but I do know where he was before he went there.

A gas station on 211. East of Warrenton.

- How do you know that? - I hacked the navigation system on his car.

It may be a coincidence, but based on the time log...

...it looks as if he was there when the station was being vandalized.

Ressler, Keen, get to the scene. Talk to the station owner.

Whatever Tom is doing, I'm sure he's got a good reason for doing it.

Maybe you were right.

If I'd left well enough alone...

- ...none of this would've happened. - Spare me your regret.

I only did it...

...because you lied.

We need water.

First aid.

Stay here.

I will see if it's safe.

Come on.

- This is a secret. - A secret you've been keeping from Liz.

Like you always do.

Like you have from the very beginning.

The assignment's deep cover.

No time line.

No price tag.

This may seem like a cakewalk.

But it's the kind of assignment that makes me nervous.

Our contractor has deep pockets.

Demands the best...

...insists on anonymity.

- She's cute. - That's one more thing he insists on.

Your job's to be the friend of a friend. Get to know this Milhoan.

Not to get involved with her.

Just be a friend of a friend.

You get that?

You couldn't leave well enough alone.

Not then, not now.

- You hired me to spy on Liz. - I hired you to protect her.

No one is home.

We go in, get fixed up and get out.

They can't be far behind.

They wouldn't backtrack towards the compound. Too risky.

Notify the others. They're headed west.

Between 4:30 and 5, a man and a woman entered the store.

The woman distracted the clerk. Her accomplice went...

- ...into the back unnoticed. - You identify them?

Got a shot of the woman, ID'd as Lena Mercer.

Any address or a place of work?

Both. She moved out. On leave from her job.

- Her accomplice? - Caucasian, 30s.

Since nothing was taken, we're not looking hard.

- Mind telling me why you are? - He went in the back. Why?

Employee said he was looking at surveillance tapes.

Police report said Tom pulled surveillance off two cameras.

Station manager's best guess is he was looking at this.

Okay. And the other camera?

There. Stop the tape. Can you zoom in on that car?

- What is that? A hotel key? - "Red Birch."

That must be Steve Smith.

Tom and Lena, they came here looking for this guy.

They see the room key, go to the motel, there's a fight...

...and the three of them are now in the wind or on the run. Why?

We have her name and the VIN number on his car...

...so I'll circulate both, put a BOLO out, and we'll find them.

And when we find them, we find Tom.

Your curiosity is understandable.

A mysterious suitcase...

...bequeathed to you by a dying woman who insists Elizabeth...

...must be apprised of its contents.

But what if instead of happiness or closure...

...giving it to her has the opposite effect?

It won't.

How can you be so sure?

Because you don't want her to know about it.

You've always seen my relationship with Elizabeth as a zero-sum game.

You think what's good for me is bad for her.

And what's good for her is bad for me.

Only when it comes to things she cares about.

Like you?

You made it clear from the beginning how you felt about me.

The contractor is livid. You weren't to get involved with the mark.

- Her name is Elizabeth. - I don't care if she's Queen Elizabeth...

...and screwing her made you king. Get out. He will kill you if you don't.

You'll need clothes.

Admit it. You're enjoying this.

It would've been easier if the bullet hit you just another foot to the northeast.

We stayed too long. Put it back.

- You can trust me. - No, I can't.

I hired you to do a job. The rules were explicit, you violated them.

Let it go already.

- You're unreliable. - Well, I fell in love.

That's no excuse.

I wasn't making one.

If we're not surrounded, we will be soon.

We got a match on the VIN number for Mr. Smith's car.

His real name is Peter Alan McGee, resident of Largo, Maryland.

- His prints were in the system? - Yes.

Not because of priors, which he has. He's wanted for questioning...

...in the murder of one Nik Korpal.

- Wanted? Why? - According to police records...

...McGee received a call from Nik on the night of his death.

Two hours before his body was found.

- He's been MIA ever since. - That's what Tom was up to.

- Trying to find out who killed Nik. - Ressler, reach out to M.P.D.C.

If McGee's a person of interest, they'll have a file.

Navabi, get in touch with the D.C. field office. This is a priority.

I want bureau-wide resources digging into McGee's life.

Financials, cell records. I wanna know everything there is to know about this kid.

Check the property.

They're here.

Well, that was fun.

Oh, man.

If you don't trust me by now...

...this whole "father-in-law hates his son-in-law" thing, it's clich�.

Can we just put a stake in it?

You go first.

Who's in the suitcase?

I was in the Andes when I heard you and Elizabeth were engaged.

Agents in the Colombian government had solicited my help...

...in negotiating the release of soldiers being held by FARC rebels.

At the time, I was a rare intermediary, having brokered...

...sales of arms and equipment to both sides in the conflict.

I was unable to return until the day of your wedding.

Seeing her that day...

Wait a minute, you were at our wedding?

She was incandescent.

I'd come out of the mountains, blinded by rage, flown 2300 miles...

...absolutely certain that you must die.

And then...

...I saw Elizabeth.

I'm a violent man. A terrible, powerful, violent man.

But the way she looked at you...

...the way she...

...loves you...

...I'm powerless against that.

Are you not gonna tell me who's in the suitcase?

Or are you?

I'll say this for you.

You've always believed that you were acting in her best interest.

Selling me out to Berlin, faking her death.

You've always thought you were helping her.

I appreciate you saying that.

You should change.

You make her happy.

What? You're always telling me to make peace. I made peace.

You're still lying to him...

...and to Elizabeth.

Until you stop lying, there will be no peace.

Hey, we got a hit.

The detectives investigating McGee were called to a site with homicides.

Absolutely horrific scene, but they were able to confirm one of the victims...

...Peter Alan McGee.

- The others? - They didn't...

Text me when you get an address. Call me when you know more.

Ressler, let's go.

It's okay, Keen. He's okay.

- Where is he? - Look, Tom's a big boy.

Whoever he's mixed up with is capable of this.

- Keen, come here. - I can't...

- Ressler, I can't... - It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Attention, please.

This is a boarding call for train MARC 310 to Baltimore...

...with intermediary stops at Seabrook, Bowie State, Odenton and BWI Airport.

Through passengers, stay on the train to Baltimore.

Thank you for choosing to ride the MARC Train.

- Keen. - Liz.

Oh, my God. Tom.

I've been worried sick about you.

- Tell me you're okay. - I'm okay.

What's going on?

- Where are you? - I need to see you now.

- What's wrong? - Listen to me.

Do what I say. Do not tell anyone we spoke or that you know I'm okay.

What are you talking about? I got half the FBI looking for you.

I need to see you alone. Have Rosa take Agnes.

Go to the house. Make sure nobody follows you.

Tom, tell me what's going on.

I figured it out, the whole thing. Why Nik was killed, all of it.

- You're scaring me. - Go to the house. Meet me there.

And when it's safe, babe, I'm gonna explain everything.

- Mr. Reddington? - Have you spoken to Elizabeth?

No. Why?

I believe Tom Keen is entangled in some nasty business.

He may be involving Elizabeth.

- Might explain why she's missing. - What do you mean?

She was with Ressler at a crime scene following up on a lead...

...looking for Tom, when she...

- She vanished. - Have you tried to reach her?

She's not picking up. Her cell is going to voicemail.

In fact, she may have shut off the GPS in her phone...

...because when I tried to track her, it's gone.

- Any way of contacting her? - We're looking.

I pulled the call log from her service provider.

The last call she received...

...was just under 12 minutes ago from a pay phone at Union Station.

Tom.

He's at Union Station.

Tom Keen, please pick up a red courtesy.

Mr. Tom Keen, please pick up a red courtesy phone.

This is a horrible mistake.

Whatever you're doing, whatever you're going to tell Elizabeth...

...this is a mistake.

Walk away from this, Tom.

- You know I can't do that. - Why's that?

Because I know the truth.

I know everything.

And now Liz is gonna know too.

Tom. Oh, my God.

I have no idea what's going...

You must be the wife. What's your name, darling?

Get her in a chair.

No, no.

No.

You sure are a little spitfire, aren't you?

Found it in the kid's room.

It's all here.

No, please.

What do you want? Please.

I'd like to think I'm the kind of man who would politely ask you to stop this.

To let this end here.

But I can tell you're the kind of guy who won't get the message and stop.

So we're gonna need to make sure you stop.

So...

...sorry about this.

No! No!

No!

What makes you think they're at the house?

He's in trouble. He's desperate.

He won't leave without Elizabeth and Agnes.

- You haven't asked my opinion. - No, I haven't.

Why can't you be honest with her?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Even after everything that's happened.

- All that's been lost... - How far until the damn house?

I'm gonna ask you one more time, Tom. I need you to call Reddington for me.

Tom.

Can you hear me, Tom?

Tom, I said...

...I need you to call Reddington for me.

- I don't think I'm gonna do that. - So we'll go at it again with the blade?

Okay.

We got what we came for.

Finish them off.

Clean up the bodies.

Let's have some fun.

- He's lost a lot of blood. - Call Harold. We're going to the hospital.

- Raymond, they're not going to make it. - Call them.

S.O.D., this is Agent Navabi. We have an agent down.

Requesting emergency escort. Roads blocked from 6th and Florida...

...to D.C. General. This is a life-and-death situation.

Hey.

You are so...

...beautiful.

You're the most beautiful.

Liz.

My Liz.

Tom.

Liz.

Promise me.

Promise.

Tell Agnes about me.

I won't have to. Look at me.

Stay with me, babe, please.

Please.

- Say it, please. - Stay with me.

Babe, please.

How long?

Two minutes, maybe less.

You hear that?

We're almost there.

Hey.

You're gonna make it.

Liz.

Liz, you have to make it.

I can't live without you.

Liz?

Liz, you gotta stay.

Laryngoscope. ET tube.

Let's get her to CAT scan, stat. I wanna rule out subdural.

Stay with me. Can you hear me?

- BP's 60 palp. - I want to tap his belly, stat.

Where's the neurosurgeon? We don't open her skull, she dies.

They're pulling him out of the OR. Four minutes.

He's in v-fib.

Charging.

Clear.

Amp of epi.

I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance...

...I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears...

...looms but the horror of the shade.

And yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate...

...how charged with punishments the scroll...

...I am the master of my fate.

I am the captain of my soul.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Elizabeth.

Agnes will be so excited.

What?

Oh, yes. Of course.

Elizabeth.

It's been nearly a year.

Ten months.

Tom is dead.