All language subtitles for The Blacklist S01E12 The Alchemist.1080p.Bluray.x264-ROVERS

(♪♪♪)

There's someone
I think you should find.

He's a man who protects the guilty
by preying on the innocent.

He's killed women, children,
infants, if need be.

Whatever the particular job calls for.

I bring this to your attention
because I've learned that

he's been contracted to protect
Pytor Madrczyk and his wife.

The mob informant?
The same.

And this Blacklister,
does he have a name?

They call him the Alchemist.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(GASPS THEN CHUCKLES)

(ECHOING) You okay?

I'm fine.
Ha, ha.

♪ Eyes closed ♪

♪ Holding on ♪

(GRUNTING)

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

♪ Daybreak ♪

LIZ:
Why do they call him the Alchemist?

RAYMOND:
Because he relies upon science

to transform one person into another.

(♪♪♪)

Pytor?

Pytor. Where am I?
Huh?

Where am I? What's going on?
Where are you taking me?

I don't know what you're talking about.
Ow. My teeth.

Are we on a plane?
Yes, we're on a plane.

What the...?

Pytor, is she okay?

Is she dead?
Why are you calling me Pytor?

Your passport.
I don't have a passport.

I don't like to fly.
I don't have tattoos.

Who are you?
Your pilot.

Better buckle up.

(SHRIEKING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

(AUTOMATED VOICE
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Oh...

(CRASH)

(♪♪♪)

MEERA:
The victims of the plane crash

were Pytor and Catherine Madrczyk.

Serbian mob turned informants.

Reddington said these people
were gonna disappear.

Now they're burned beyond recognition.
What's his explanation?

He hasn't given one.
Call him, get him here.

He'll only meet off-site. He doesn't think
the mole hunt ends with Newton Phillips.

Reddington believes
there's someone on the inside.

Well, the DOJ disagrees.
They're satisfied it's over.

Whoever was surveilling us,
they're not on this unit.

What I'm concerned about
at the moment is this case.

If this crash is not an accident,
then I wanna know what it is.

So meet with Reddington,
get him to talk.

MAN: Here's where we
are on your mole hunt.

Yadin spent three days
reviewing tragedy texts

between government employees,

on and around the day
the black site was breached.

We've been sifting through phone
calls, digital data, everything.

You're burying the lead, Borakove.

It's just, we haven't quite...
I mean, another week or two and...

There he is. We brought a little
something for Julian. A care package.

It's a Tibetan singing bowl.

What do we have here?
Some jackfruit, vitamin D, kola nuts.

But we've gotta get him to eat
more protein, he looks like hell.

He isn't vegan, is he?

Anyway, I've also included a couple
of my favorite Richard Pryor records.

I wanna try and inject a little levity
into the proceedings.

Julian looks so crabby
all the time.

House arrest can be grueling.
Heh.

Didn't you spend like four months
in Phonthong?

Seven.
BORAKOVE: How did you survive?

Naps.

Occasional calisthenics.

So the defense fund,
where do we stand?

Well, we've put together an
amazing team, but it's expensive.

He's been holed up in that embassy
for what, two years?

It could go on forever and cost a fortune.
I'm practically bankrolling

the entire defense fund as it is.
For that, I need best efforts.

Surely there's some stone
you've left unturned.

BORAKOVE:
We have a man inside a company

that shreds classified documents.

Mostly private firms
that do business with the government.

We've got mountains of raw data,
it's just not worth the trouble.

Not only is it impossible to reassemble,
it's second-tier intel.

Put it together.

You're kidding, right?

Borakove, I hate sarcasm
and I love puzzles.

(♪♪♪)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I think I was followed.

You were, by my people.

Is this really necessary?
Yes. it's a sanctuary.

And until the deficit in your organization
is found, I'm keeping a low profile.

You were wrong about Madrczyk.

You said the Alchemist was hired
to protect him, now he's dead.

Pytor Madrczyk is alive.
No, he's dead.

Your medical examiner has it wrong.
It's been confirmed by the lab.

DNA tests and...
Dental prints.

Yes.

You can't change DNA.
The Alchemist can.

Lizzy, this man
is a forensic virtuoso.

He's an artist who paints in
blood and saliva samples.

Human tissue is his canvas.

I'm not ashamed to say he's even better
than me at helping people disappear.

Which is why Madrczyk hired him
and not myself.

Wait, Madrczyk tried to hire you?
Competition is fierce.

Are you telling me
that you know where he wanted to flee?

If I tell you,

you have to promise me
you'll try the fertilized duck eggs.

It's a daring and unique
dining experience.

You'll think you've died
and gone to hell.

You have eyes on the target?

Target is dead.
Hold tight while I look for his ghost.

My ex, Audrey, she's getting married.

She just texted me again,
wants to meet for drinks.

To talk about Tassels.

Tassels? That her dog?

No, it's the guy. He's a hedge-fund guy.
Pink shirt, loafers with those tassels.

Anyway, the thing is, I gotta tell her
I'm happy for her when I'm not.

The guy's a tool.

(♪♪♪)

I have eyes on him.

He's headed your way.

Any sign of the wife?
Nope, it's him.

LIZ: (OVER RADIO)
Everyone in position.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING
AND LAUGHING)

(♪♪♪)

(MAN GRUNTS)

(♪♪♪)

(BOTH SHOUT
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

MAN: (ON TV)
Officials blame engine failure

for the plane crash. They claim...

(TV TURNS OFF)

Hey, you're home.

How was the job interview?
I didn't go.

I mean, I got there...

but I couldn't.

Because all I could think about
was you.

And your dad.

My dad?
Just everything you've been through.

And I realized,
I can't put you in that position

of choosing between
your career and me.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

But Jeni is due in six weeks.

And I think she's expecting us
to take her baby.

I'm expecting us to take her baby.

I think about it all the time.

Do you?

Because we never talk about it.

It used to be all that mattered.
I know.

I would quit my job if I could.
I know you don't believe that.

I'm not asking you to quit your job.

I just need you to be more safe
and to be more present.

I can do that, I promise.

And you have so many secrets.

And I wish you didn't,
because I don't have any secrets.

Except one thing. I may have watched
the last Real Housewives

in my hotel room without you.

I know. it showed up
on our Netflix queue.

Sorry.

I will do anything to make this easier.

Yeah? Anything? Mm.
Anything.

You remember Mrs. Sutton?
She wanted to throw us a baby shower?

Invite all the teachers?
Please tell me she's not.

We're hosting.

(♪♪♪)

LIZ:
We got the autopsy results back

for the male victim on the plane.

The dental plates pulled by the ME
were within the margin of error.

Not perfect, but close enough
to determine a match.

Then when they inspected the teeth
themselves,

they found they'd been altered.

What do you mean?
His teeth had been surgically replaced.

Some of them filed, modified.

Okay. Filing teeth I get,
it's strange, but the DNA?

Somehow the Alchemist got Madrczyk's
DNA into the body of this John Doe.

(MAN CHANTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

How does he do it?

I don't know even half of it.

I've heard rumors.

Removing the white blood cells
from a victim

and replacing them
with the red blood cells of his client.

Leaving cloned DNA at crime scenes
to mislead the police.

Even incorporating synthetic DNA
into genuine human tissue.

So this isn't just evidence tampering,
this is genetic manipulation.

Yes.

It's a trade in death.

The guilty give their blood
and genetic identity,

the innocent give their life
for the guilty to live.

If you find the Alchemist, you have
a chance to resurrect the dead.

To bring to justice
some of the most

vile creatures who ever lived.

(♪♪♪)

April 2009,
an $8 billion Ponzi scheme

wipes out the savings of every
account holder at Chariton National.

December 2011,
seven people are found

dead in a diner,
victims of a mob hit.

Two months later, the Bronx DA files
charges on behalf of 24 teenage boys

who claimed they were molested at church.
There are more,

and in each of these cases,

investigators found perpetrators
of the incidents dead.

According to Reddington, they're not.
How many cases is he talking about?

The female victim on the plane
was named Sarah Jenkins.

How did you identify her?

The Alchemist knew that based on
our forensic procedure, we wouldn't run

tests necessary to distinguish
between synthesized and natural DNA.

Now that we know
what we're looking for,

we pulled bone marrow,
ran it against our database.

Jenkins was single,
lived alone.

But I did find this.

Last time she was online
was over 72 hours ago.

She visited this dating website.

Which is also where I met
Phyllis Turkenburg and her cankles.

Aram, Sarah Jenkins,
who was she online with?

We don't know,
but we've issued a subpoena to find out.

(♪♪♪)

I got a call. Are you Trettel?
We have a situation.

Yeah, we have a situation.

You crashed our jet,
murdered five people.

We're supposed to be gone,
you assured us.

I was on my way to Budapest when my
husband was taken into FBI custody.

Who did you tell?
We paid you to make us disappear.

Mrs. Madrczyk,
I need you to listen to me carefully...

What is this place?
Is this where you do the work?

Write down the names of anyone
you think might know your plans.

Family, friends, anybody.

I didn't tell anybody.

I need the name
of your husband's lawyer.

Clark Schroeder, why?
Are you calling him?

Please, tell me you can...

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

RESSLER: You broke an immunity agreement,
which means you're going to jail

unless you start talking
about the Alchemist. Who is he?

Got a cigarette?

Yeah. I do.

(♪♪♪)

I never met the guy, everything
was done through the couriers.

He gives you this...
it's like a checklist.

Checklist for what?
Everything.

Medical and dental records,
blood samples, saliva.

How much did you pay him?
I want to talk to my wife.

Tell us about the accounts he used
to take payment,

we can start talking about a new deal.

(KNOCK ON DOOR
THEN DOOR OPENS)

Attorney's here.

Who are you?
MAN: Mikkelson. Schroeder's en route.

Moment with my client?

How long did they have you here
before I arrived?

Where's Schroeder?
He should be in here now.

I don't even know who you are.

I need to know exactly
what you told them.

No, you don't.

All you need to know is how
you're gonna get me out of here.

That's why I have you
schmucks on retainer.

All right, calm down. Take a breath.
I was abducted.

Flown 4500 miles to be put into this box.
Call Schroeder!

Tell him to put his damned golf clubs
down and show his ass here now.

Give me one of those.

(COUGHING)

Sarah Jenkins was using
an online dating site.

That's how the Alchemist found her.

Gave him everything he needed
to double her as Catherine Madrczyk.

Who's the date? Did you get a name?
No, an alias. But we got a photo.

(♪♪♪)

Ressler?

Get a medic.

(♪♪♪)

MEERA: We pulled the unsub's
photo off a dating website

and got a match
from a rental car camera.

His name's Eric Trettel.
Flunked out of med school.

Falsified a degree from Harvard

and used it to land a job
in the Human Genome Project.

He spun that into a career as an expert
witness specializing in DNA evidence.

He testified in a case
on behalf of Carlos Trena.

A soldier in the D'Angelo crime family
facing three counts of murder one.

Trettel was hired to present
exculpatory DNA evidence.

Problem is, that evidence was falsified.

Trettel was outed as a fraud
and disgraced.

Two weeks later he disappeared.

It was believed either
the D'Angelo family had him killed

or he fled to avoid indictment.

Did he have friends? A family?
A wife and daughter in Bethesda.

Keen, pay the wife a visit.
Ressler, find that car.

Well, when's the last time
you saw him?

Six years ago, after the trial.

Annie was only 2 when he left.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

Honey, why don't you grab something
to eat? Some nuts in the kitchen.

Your daughter, she's diabetic?
Just diagnosed.

How much does she know
about her father?

You shouldn't be here.
Eric is a very dangerous man.

In his head, he thinks
we're still together, a family.

So you're saying
you've had contact with him?

He comes here sometimes. He says
he wants to help Annie and me.

I say no, but he doesn't hear it.

He only becomes more determined.

That's what he loves about science,
it's the challenge.

The way it pushes back at him.

It's the reason
he spent all those hours in the lab.

What lab?

Call came in less than 20 minutes ago.
The car was completely engulfed.

The remains match the description
of Catherine Madrczyk.

If it's her, I say our guy
is trying to cover his tracks.

(♪♪♪)

WOMAN:
I got something.

RESSLER:
Two-six-one-seven-two-nine.

(♪♪♪)

We reached out to the Germans
for help.

They're the ones
who designed the software.

Ah, the Germans.

Despite the headlines,

they're still the best
at keeping an eye on their fellow man.

It works on pattern recognition.

It scans the fragments
and treats each scrap

as if it were part
of a huge jigsaw puzzle.

Font, color, shape, thickness of paper.

It's all analyzed and used
to rebuild the original document.

You see, Borakove, you do have
a head underneath all that hair.

Forget Julian and his defense fund.
We have a bright future right...

Lizzy. Come look at this.

The boys have come up
with a remarkable little game.

I really don't understand
how any of it works,

but I just love that smell
the machines make.

Whose garbage
are you combing through now?

Yours. Shredded communications
from private contractors,

working with the DOJ, NSA, CIA,
FBI, all the initials.

This is about the incursion.

When you called
you said something about numbers.

We found this in the car
rented by the Alchemist.

Forensics ran an analysis on the paper.
Traced to a manufacturer in Albany.

They produce stock
for business forms.

One client stood out.
Bank Credit Suisse, Zurich.

We think this is a sequence of numbers
associated with a bank account.

Maybe one used to pay the Alchemist.
Perhaps.

It could be the combination
to his gym locker.

What do you know about the man
specifically?

What is it that makes him unique?
He's, um...

a scientist, an expert in DNA...

That's what he does. Who is he?

He's nobody. He's a lab rat.

(♪♪♪)

He's a lab rat.

Audrey texted me again.

What, is she trying to rub my nose
in this thing?

I'm not giving Tassels my blessing.

Tassels is gonna have to wait,
I think I figured this out.

Come here, take a look at this.

Trettel's wife told me he had this lab
in the basement, so it got me thinking.

What if that number we found
in the car was from a lab?

Like a piece of equipment,
a model number, or...

(♪♪♪)

Or a serial number.

Hey. I wanna know who manufactures
equipment used to sequence DNA.

And find me the companies and clients
that they've sold to in the last six years.

(♪♪♪)

Mandy, hi. Thank you so much
for calling me back.

You are perfect for this part
I'm casting. Heh.

I need to put you on tape
for the producers.

I know it's such short notice,
I'm sorry.

But the part does shoot tomorrow.

Great. All right,
the address is 75 Broadway.

ERIC: Remind me again why
I wanna be an actor.

I was just asking myself
the same thing, heh.

Do you know where they moved
the casting call?

Supposedly it's not too far from here.
Is it walking distance?

Mm...

Wanna share a cab?
Yes. Thank you, that would be great.

Of course.

(♪♪♪)

I'm Jolene. Nice to meet you, heh.

ALL:
Three, two, one. Go.

(ALL LAUGHING AND CHATTERING)

(♪♪♪)

WOMAN:
You gotta practice.

♪ Say you love me
With a doodlin' song ♪

(ALL CHEERING)

♪ To me ♪

♪ Say you love me
Really love me ♪

♪ Say you love me true ♪
♪ I love you ♪

Squash?
WOMAN: No. No.

Oh... Carrot. Ha-ha-ha.
Yay!

Oh, I'm so jealous of you right now.
I took 12 weeks with Eddie.

It was just magical.

Actually, uh, Liz
isn't taking maternity.

Why not?
I just can't take time off work right now.

I'm still trying to convince her.

Well, studies show
those first six months

between mother and child
are critical

to the baby's development.

That's what I keep telling her,
but we're figuring it out.

What's to figure out?

(TOM SIGHS)

What did you want me to say?

You made it sound like
it was all my decision.

Because it is, Liz.
What? No, we talked about this.

I'm not asking you
to be Holly Homemaker, Liz.

It's not unreasonable to me

that you might wanna spend some time
with our child at home.

Then would it be unreasonable for me
to think you might wanna do the same?

How about you stay at home?
I've taken time, Liz.

You sound so selfish right now.
JOLENE: Okay.

Here's the thing. I was not digging
through your medicine cabinet.

I was waiting for you to finish arguing, but
it just sort of got kind of weird for me.

And I'm also mildly claustrophobic.
Hi, I'm Jolene.

Liz.
Um...

Sorry. Tom.
You're subbing for Mr. Sinnard, right?

Yes. Yes, sir. Yep.

I'm sorry you had to hear all that.
Ah. Please, that was nothing.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Keen.

(♪♪♪)

I'll be right there.

"Selfish."

Bad move.

You're gonna pay for that one.

Yeah.

(♪♪♪)

Don't worry.

This will all be over
very, very soon.

(GRUNTS)

Any word from, uh, Liz?

I told you "selfish" was a bad idea.
Now you're the bad guy.

Look, it's not as bad as it sounds,
all right?

She's under a lot of pressure from work,
and getting ready to have a baby.

So stop being such a downer.

Look, you wanna fix your marriage?
You gotta show her a good time.

I don't think I asked for your advice.

Okay, smartass,
what's your plan of attack?

If you say you're gonna
make dinner and buy flowers,

I will literally vomit
all over this countertop.

(SIGHS)

You have to have some fun.
Do you like photography?

There's this amazing photography exhibit tomorrow.
You guys should come.

Um, photography exhibit's
not really me and Liz.

Okay, she seduces married men,
sleeps with them,

and then takes a photo mid-act.

Wait, you know what?
I've heard of this woman.

Yeah, in fact,
I have a friend and she took his photo.

You know one of her subjects?

No. Are you crazy?

Oh, God.
What kind of woman does this?

Going around photographing herself
having sex with random strangers?

What is that?

Actually, it's my show.

No, it's not.

Yeah, it is.

Really?
It's cool.

Oh, I'm sorry. I...
No, I really like photography.

I didn't know you were an artist.
I'm kidding. Oh, my God. Ha!

You really think I go around
sleeping with married men?

I'm a substitute teacher.

(LAUGHS)

Your hunch about the numbers
was right. it wasn't an account.

We checked what other companies
produce that stock,

and found a company
that produces medical equipment.

It's a serial number for a centrifuge

purchased around the time
Madrczyk hired Trettel.

Were you able to trace the sale?
It was corporate.

An LOC called Medtech Horizons.

They specialize
in DNA sequencing research.

Time to pay a visit.

(♪♪♪)

Hey.

Take a look at this.

Two more rooms in the back.
Everything's packed up.

He knows we're onto him.

That's why he risked
coming into the office.

He killed Madrczyk, his wife.

Guy's killing everybody
that might lead us to him.

Oh, my God. His family.

(♪♪♪)

Two victims.

Gunshots at close range.
It's not pretty.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Malik, we're too late.

Molly and Annie Trettel
are dead.

Hey, I'm sorry
I missed you this morning.

No, I'm sorry. I got in late last night.
I didn't wanna wake you.

Look, about last night...
I totally overreacted.

I get that you don't understand
my decision,

and I know that's hard.

We should talk about that.
I wanna hear what you have to say.

Let's carve out some time, just for us.
Tonight?

Yeah.

Uh, actually, one of the teachers
mentioned this, uh, photography exhibit.

What if I countered with
dinner at home? I'll cook.

Why would you wanna
punish me twice?

(LAUGHS)

Okay, compromise.
You cook, I'll grab dessert?

Please, Tom, let me make this right.

All right. You got yourself a date.

Great. Love you.
Me too.

The hard drives we found at Trettel's
lab, where are we on data recovery?

We had a few corrupted sectors,

but I found
something interesting.

DNA panels. Several, actually.

We'd already identified Sarah Jenkins
as the woman who died on that plane.

But now we've got the name of Madrczyk's
stand-in as well as the pilots:

There are multiple
case files here.

Photos of the victims
while they were sedated,

genetic breakdowns,
medical and dental records.

Probably all from old clients.
How many did you find?

A dozen or so.
But I'm sure more will turn up

by the time I've reconstructed
the whole drive.

(♪♪♪)

RESSLER:
What is it?

Molly and Annie Trettel are alive.
The victims at the Trettel house,

I want autopsies done immediately. I'm not interested
in cause of death. I want bone marrow drawn,

tissue samples pulled.

And if it isn't them?
Then this is an abduction.

Put an Amber Alert on the girl.

Get pictures of Trettel and his wife
to the media.

Any news outlet
that'll pick up the phone.

I called as soon as I could.
Ravi actually caught it,

noticed the document referenced
the address you gave us,

and we thought
it might be worth pointing out.

RAYMOND:
Blow it up.

(♪♪♪)

Attractive but treacherous.
It's Agent Keen.

Excellent. Print me a copy.

Just out of curiosity,
what number am I on your speed dial?

LIZ:
Seven.

Who's six?
Chinese takeout.

Can we come back to this later?
I need your help.

I think Eric Trettel abducted his family.

Tell me what you know.

Two bodies at the wife's house,
a woman and a girl.

Doubles for his family.
Trettel, he's a cipher.

Closed off from the world, shut away
in his lab, but now he's on the run.

He must be leaving some kind of trail.
Bank records?

Uh, wiring money to his new identity?

RAYMOND:
You don't have time for that.

Go back to the wife and daughter.
He's not alone anymore.

Look to their lives in order to find him.

They are the ones that matter,
they are his vulnerability.

The wife, she's a nurse, single mom.

The daughter, she's sick, diabetic.
There you are.

Annie Trettel has an insulin pump.
Pull her medical records,

I want the make and model.
How does that help us?

Some new medical devices
operate using radio frequencies.

If I could ping a signal,
I may be able to access it.

And we could...
Locate her using the pump.

Annie Trettel's medical records. Pump
manufactured by Zetak industries.

Have a serial number?
Alpha-479-Delta-dash-936-Zed.

(♪♪♪)

Come along, dear.

I got a hit. Signal emanating from
a location nearly 70 miles from here.

Contact local law enforcement. Have them
tie those coordinates to an address.

Trettel does not leave that location.

You're not gonna get away with this.

The people in your house
don't just look like you, they are you.

I took samples from your shower drain,
toothbrushes, Annie's cord blood.

See, they have your DNA,
and that's all the cops need.

Hey, baby.
What are you thinking, huh?

You want a candy bar?

Are you nuts? She's diabetic.

(♪♪♪)

We have to go.
Mommy, look, I'm on TV.

(♪♪♪)

Hey! Put the phone down.
I said, put the phone down.

Get in the car.
Drop or I'll shoot.

(SCREAMS)

(PEOPLE YELLING)

(MOLLY SOBBING)

MOLLY: God. Aah!
ERIC: What?

Annie? No.
MOLLY: Annie.

No, no, no. Hey, look at me.

(SIRENS WAILING)

You're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be all right.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(♪♪♪)

Special Agents Ressler and Keen.
Suspect's name is Eric Trettel.

We're pursuing him as part
of a federal investigation.

Your federal investigation's
barricaded himself inside.

I've got a team on standby
ready to move and snipers in place.

We get a visual, I will take him out.
Absolutely not.

The suspect has information
we need.

He's got multiple hostages.
I need to talk to him.

Then your boss
better call my boss,

because my orders are
to protect those hostages at all costs.

What are you doing?
I said I need to talk to him.

Do not step over
that perimeter, agent.

That's an order.

Hello. Eric.

My name is Elizabeth Keen.
I'm an agent with the FBI.

Show me your hands!
I'm unarmed. I just wanna talk.

ERIC:
I'm not talking until you send a medic.

LIZ:
You injured?

It's my daughter, she's been shot.
Let me handle this.

You're gonna get us killed.
Shut up.

You send a medic right away
and I can give you names.

Hundreds of them. People you think are
dead, people you're gonna wanna talk to.

LIZ:
Okay, Eric, that's good.

We'll talk later, but right now
your daughter needs help.

You need to open that door.
Not until we make a deal.

Please, she needs a doctor now.
Shut the hell up! I'm getting her a doctor!

I'll get you the names
and I get full immunity

with WITSEC relocation
for the three of us.

I can't authorize that.

(WOMAN SHRIEKS)

But I can help save
your daughter's life.

You're in control here, Eric.

Annie's life is in your hands.
Just do what she says.

No!
WOMAN: Aah!

MAN 1: (OVER RADIO)
This is Delta-1, I've got the shot.

Delta, green light.
Take the shot, take the shot.

(WOMAN SHRIEKS)

(GUNSHOT)

MAN 2:
Move in! Go, go, go!

Move in! Go, go, go!

(♪♪♪)

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

Hey.
Please tell me you didn't cook.

No, I didn't cook
because I figured you'd be late, so...

it is what it is.

I thought we were gonna
carve out some time

finally have that talk, just you and me.

How about I pick up some Chinese?

Perfect.

Good luck with Audrey.

I've decided what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna tell her
it's a huge mistake.

She wants to know my opinion,
I'm gonna give it to her.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Excuse me. I found Trettel's database,
the list of criminals he disappeared.

The Alchemist, you found him.

Yes.

And you were right about
the people he helped disappear.

Some of them we don't even know.
Cooper thought you might be able to...

You didn't even look at it.
I have other business.

(SCOFFS)

That's what this was about.

Sending us to find the Alchemist for you
so you could have that list.

Who is it that
you're looking for?

I'd love to talk, Lizzy, but as I said,
I have unfinished business to attend to.

(♪♪♪)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING
AND LAUGHING)

Hey.
Hey.

Hi.

Thank you so much for coming. I...
Look, here's the thing.

I've thought about this a lot
and I want you to know that,

for what it's worth...

I think you're making
a great decision.

You and Michael, the two of you...
We broke up.

What?
Well, we put it on hold.

The engagement.

I just...

I saw you in the hospital and...

I just haven't been able
to stop thinking about you.

Okay.

Hey, it's, uh, Tom.

Tom Keen.

Yeah. Uh...

Yeah, no, I was just calling to see
if your invite still stands

for the art show tonight.

Uh, no, no, it's...

No, it's just gonna be me.

♪ And I would sail back to you ♪

♪ And I would sail back to you ♪

(PEOPLE LAUGHING
AND CHATTERING)

♪ And I'll be sailing
On your deep blue eyes ♪

(LINE RINGING)

TOM: (ON RECORDING)
Hi, you've reached Tom Keen.

I'm away from my phone right now.

Leave a message and
I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

♪ And I'll be sailing
On your deep blue eyes ♪ ♪

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(♪♪♪)

Hello, Meera.

I trust you know why I'm here.

Yes.

You're here to kill me...

because I'm the mole.

(♪♪♪)