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Chen Yu-Lan,
meet your future patron.

What the hell is this?
This is nuts.

Come here.

This isn't about
microchips anymore.

This is kidnapping.

In what stretch of reality

would kidnapping become
part of the plan?

The plan failed, so I came up
with a better plan.

SCG segregates each department

so no one person
knows the secret

of how to make
its precious chip.

No one except
dear Mr. Chen.

Please help us.
Please, sir, please.

Oh, my God.
This is just insanity. Not at all.

SCG makes a critical supply

of the world's
most advanced microchip.

We don't want
to corner the market.

Many of the cars your
employers make aren't running

because they can't acquire
enough chips to make them run.

I'm offering them
an endless supply.

You know what?

We don't want anything
to do with this.

Good.
A state actor, then?

A superpower with the vision
that you clearly lack.

And what about Mr. Chen
and his family?

Well, they're no longer
your concern.

No!

I think we know the moral
to that story.

Do as I say

so I won't have to do as I do.

Understood?

Yes, no?

Plan "B."

You're gonna die
when you hear it.

It's the only way
this works.

Then it's not gonna work.

I can't go in. Why?

'Cause you're still wounded?

Because we don't have
a warrant yet.

I can't enter without one.

Oh, but, so, you can't,
but I can?

I'm an FBI agent.
You're not.

Look, Anderson abducted
a family,

a husband, a wife,
an 11-year-old daughter.

We have probable cause
to enter his home.

And I will, as soon
as Park gets the warrant.

Otherwise, anything I find
that proves his guilt

will get tossed out of court.

Hey, I know
the rules of evidence.

But I'm not just gonna
sit there waiting. Then don't.

We're legally
on thin ice anyway.

You're arguably acting
as an agent of the Bureau.

So, you're the Good Cop
and I'm the Bad Guy now?

Oh, this
just gets better and better.

You said the place was upscale,
but not lived in.

Raymond has places like that.

Why?

Because he can.

Because he has resources,

which means
The Skinner does, too.

Resources we can't match.

So, why'd you become an agent?

I mean, Reddington always has
some secret agenda.

What's yours?

What you found is that
we're outmatched,

that unless we get help,
we'll never find the hostages

or avenge the death
of my partner,

not that you care much.

Third degree burns,

and the biggest pain
I've got is you.

Yeah, it's me.

I think you need to reach out
to the senator.

Cynthia.

That's "Senator Cynthia" to you.

To what do I owe
the displeasure?

And I thought absence
made the heart grow fonder.

I am found of you
when you're absent.

Up close, I vacillate
between fear and loathing.

Your briefing with
the Secretary has to wait.

Aren't you a talking head now?

Chitchatting about crime
and terrorism

till you're booted
for the segment

on how to make
the perfect hot wing?

This is important, Senator.

I'm sure it is, Harold.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I'm sure you know about
the attempted theft

of the SCG microchips.

What you may not know
is that Dembe Zuma

is the reason
they weren't taken.

I heard he was with the Bureau.

I can only imagine
what heartstring

you had to pull
to make that happen.

He's been badly hurt,
his partner killed.

For his troubles,
he's been benched

pending an investigation.

So, he turned to you.

And I got the band
back together.

What band?
There is no band.

I disbanded the band.

Voided Reddington's
immunity agreement.

He's given us a lead. A lead on what?

The microchips weren't taken,
but the engineer,

Chen Yu-Lan, who knows
how to make them, was.

Imagine that information
in the hands of our enemies.

Technology that powers
your phone, your car,

the Internet.

And once they have it,
imagine them

cutting us off from getting it.

I haven't heard about
any abduction.

Is anyone claiming
responsibility?

Yes, a 700-year-old pirate.

Does Reddington know any
run-of-the-mill criminals?

The Skinner is the latest
in a long line of brigands,

a nom de guerre passed
from one generation to the next.

The current Skinner
is Graeme Anderson.

He abducted the engineer
and his family.

We can't solve this case
without your help.

If, hypothetically speaking,

I was to help,

what would you need?

Panabaker sliced us a small piece
of black ops funding

and a promise for tactical
assistance if needed.

What about access to CODIS
and Bureau databases?

They're ours as soon as you and Agent Park
access the system.

Agent Park.

We're on a clock.

Right. Sorry.

What are you doing?

Perseverating.

About what you said.

About honoring Elizabeth.

I mean, what are you doing
here in her office?

I believe I already answered
that question, Donald.

You're back.

For the moment.

Let me bring you up to speed.

How about we do that
in your office?

Just go slowly.

It'll come.

What'll come?

I don't know.

Whatever it is.

Tomorrow, I suppose.

This is just a satellite office.

Please.

- Your plan will not work.
- It has to work.

I have bidders lined up
for the processing software

and the man who can run it.

You're the man, and now
you're gonna get me that software.

The program you want
is only kept in Taiwan.

I'm not an idiot,
Mr. Chen.

There's computers
in that building

that can access
the SCG mainframe in Taipei.

Am I wrong?

There are security protocols.

Well, you're the CTO.

If anyone can bypass them,
I'm betting you can.

And when I do,

you will let my family go?

Whatever happens to them
is entirely in your hands.

You have until 5:00.

Oh, and, Mr. Chen,

I have someone on the inside.

Everything you say or do,
I'll know.

You hungry?

I want a omelet from Tempo.

The fluffy kind that makes
you feel like you're eating a cloud.

Or we could rob
a convenience store,

or take candy from a baby.

Something to pass the time, hmm?

Chen's got a nice family.

I hope he gets what I need.

We know The Skinner
abducted Chen and his family.

We don't know if anyone
hired him to do it.

There's nothing
from State or Langley

to suggest The Skinner
is working

for Russia, China,
or North, um...

I'm, I'm sorry, but, uh,
what happened to your hair?

Oh.

Straight razor.

Weecha does my face
and my head in one fell swoop.

We don't have enough
electricity where we live

to waste any on clippers
or other electronics.

Just the fridge
and the CD player.

But I can tell you,

one of life's
great simple pleasures

is seeing a woman, naked,
out on the porch,

with a bowl of hot water

shaving her legs
with a straight razor.

It's captivating.

Bastards took my Scotch.

I've been drinking
a lot of rum.

Slow-aged in the mountains.

Rich and delicious.

We get barrels of the stuff

from Weecha and Mierce's family.

Cool. Uh, there's nothing
in the Bureau's database

about Chen's disappearance,

and SCG hasn't
reported him missing.

That's all we have.

I know not to ask you
how you can help us,

but I know you can, and I hope

your being here means you will.

Donald paid me a visit recently.

He reminded me that
Elizabeth only agreed

to take over my affairs
because she...

...felt duty-bound
to continue the Blacklist.

That's why she was there
that night.

Doing her duty.

I'm not here
just to help you, Harold.

I'm here because
it's what she would want.

I'll bring you a case
of that rum.

It's a swift kick to the head,
and no headache.

If you ever want to talk about
what he likes or dislikes...

I know what he likes
and dislikes.

Dembe, I'm glad
you're feeling better.

Agent Park, congratulations
on your marriage.

Not so much on your
recent freelance work.

How do you know
about that? I pay attention.

Or pay people
to pay attention for me.

Nasty bit of business.

But your Peter seems like
a ray of sunshine.

I found Chen.
He's here in DC, at work.

The company has a satellite office
across the river.

Chen showed up for his meetings
this morning

like nothing ever happened.

Aram, Agent Park,
get to that office.

If Chen's okay,
then maybe his family is, too.

If they're not,
then he's pretending.

I want to know why.

You said
you'd take care of it.

I told you where to find him.

I teed him up,
and you shanked it.

Now you've come to my club
and put me off my game.

I was once struck by lightning

on a golf course

while playing in Tripoli.

Gaddafi was dead, and to honor
the small part I played

in his unceremonious demise,

the leader of the NTC
invited me to play a round

on the dictator's
private course.

One minute, I'm standing
on the 12th green,

the next, I'm in
a desert encampment

with a lovely raven-haired
freedom fighter

who's administering to my burns

with the touch
of a lover's stroke.

I'm not calling him.

This Skinner is your successor.

You hand-picked him

to take over when you retired.

Now he's killed an FBI agent,

abducted the CTO

of the world's largest
microchip manufacturer,

and he's threatening to create
an international incident

that will ruin
your historic reputation.

Why do you care
about our reputation?

Anderson is the 22nd Skinner,

twenty-two generations
of torch-passing.

I couldn't do it once.

I admire what you all
have built.

I don't want to see it ruined.

I'm retired, not senile.

What aren't you telling me?

I'll tell you after
you talk him off the ledge.

I'm the president
of my condo association.

Garbage pick-up.

Grounds management.

That's what I do now,
argue about yard signs

with snowbirds,

not try and talk sense
to a lunatic.

The charter, then.

I know you have the power
to invoke it.

Even if I wanted to,
and I'm not saying I do,

because I don't,

I couldn't do it
without my predecessor.

The Captain.

Is it true that she had affairs

during the Paris Peace Talks

with both Kissinger
and Le Duc Tho?

The charter's
never been invoked.

Not once in 700 years.

Then it'll be
a bolt out of the blue.

I lived to tell about
my rather gentle lightning strike.

If we do this right,
Anderson won't be so lucky.

What am I missing?

Why would The Skinner
abduct Chen

only to release him a day later?

Maybe he escaped, but if he did,

why go to work
and not the police?

Check it out.
That's him.

Shoot.

You're not here.
We're not doing this.

Uh, but, uh, we are.

I'm pretty sure
Pete deserves to know.

- Hi, sweetie.
- Hey.

Any chance we could have lunch?

Talk things over?
I wish.

But I'm kind of in the middle
of something right now.

The case.

Pete, I'm not a field agent.

I'm doing a friend a favor.

One.
One?

One, and not a risky one.

I promise.
A walk in the park.

But we'll talk about it
tonight, okay?

I have to go. Okay.

Be safe.

Um, okay, uh, the street,
it's down there.

Oh, Alina! Car!

Car! Whoa,
whoa, whoa! Oh!

Okay.

Oh, okay.
Phew!

I'm driving next time.

Seriously.Ah.

FBI!

Hands on the wheel, now.

Just a walk in the park.

You don't know the address,
but can you describe the building?

What part of the city it...
I was blindfolded.

In and out.
All I have is a number.

To a burner phone,
which is untraceable.

Which is why
you have to let me go,

so I can call
and free my family.

That's it, then,
you give him this,

and he lets you
and your family go.

My family, yes.

Your family, but not you.

That's it, isn't it?

You're trading your life
for theirs.

I don't care what happens to me.

My wife and my daughter...

They're all that matter.

Good to see you,
Mr. Beauregard.

It's been a while. Good to see you,
too, Ernesto.

I've been in California,

on trial
in the Central District.

Quite the drama.

Yeah, well, this client of yours

is no stranger to drama, either.

Alberta?
She's been in a state all morning.

Well, what's the trouble?

I'll tell you the trouble.

One of these bastards
stole my phone!

Your cellphone?
Yeah, that's right.

Look away.

I am not crazy.

I had it right here,
and now it's gone.

Easy, dear.

How do you feel?

Like beating to death
anybody who asks me how I feel.

Who's this?

Ms. Gilbert, or Alberta.

May I call you Alberta?

Oh, thank goodness I caught you.

Mr. Beauregard?
Hmm?

Margaret Collins.

I'm the new Director
of Resident Relations.

You look concerned, dear.
Not to worry.

Nobody's having relations
with the residents.

But if I could just have a word
with you privately?

I know you called ahead
to say you'd like

to take Alberta out
for the afternoon.

Same as always.

Well, unfortunately, things
aren't quite the same as always.

I'm sorry to say,
Alberta's had a small setback.

What kind of setback?
We're not sure yet.

I can't share
medical information,

but as you're her attorney,
I feel comfortable saying

her dementia appears
to be progressing.

I'm afraid her nephew Douglas

has left strict instructions

that Alberta is not
to leave the grounds

under any circumstances.

He's been trying
to reach a specialist

about evaluating her condition.

If...
I'm sorry.

I'm Walter Brenneman.

Or Dr. Brenneman,

but, please, call me Walter.

Oh, uh,
you're a doctor? I am.

I couldn't help but overhear.

In fact, I'm the very specialist

you were just referring to.

Uh, Norm here and I
are old golfing buddies,

and he asked if I'd come

and spend some time
with Alberta.

I'm a neuroscientist,
first and foremost.

Normally, of course,
I wouldn't be available

to take on new patients.

My research at Mayo is...
The Mayo Clinic?

Yes.
Wow, Wow.

That is wonderful.

So, you knew about
Alberta's setback?

I did. Uh, Douglas and I spoke.
He sounded distraught,

so I promised to pull a few strings.

Let me get Doug on the phone.

Yeah, hi, Norman Beauregard.

Is he available?

Oh, darn.
Yeah, I see.

Well, have him call me
right away.

He's in off-site meetings
all afternoon.

Ouch.

I mean, I could try
and come back another day.

Oh, no, I'm in Brussels
next week for a conference.

No, no, we appreciate you
taking the time.

I'm sure it would be fine

under Mr. Beauregard's
supervision.

And since you spoke
with Douglas...

Hmm.
Yes?

Wonderful.
Okeydoke.

Where are we going?

I want to invoke the charter
to remove Anderson.

I can't do that without you.

What's wrong with Anderson?

He's noticeable.

Your legacy survives
because it isn't.

Who the hell is this guy?

That's Raymond Reddington.

No.

You.

Come closer.

I'll be damned.

Give me a kiss.

A good one. We're in a bit of a rush.

You want my help, it's the cost
of doing business.

Open-mouth.

We're parked in a fire lane.

No tongue, no invoking
the charter.

Let's blow this Popsicle stand.

Microchips are like
coated wafers.

The idea is to cram on
the microscopic subatomic features

that are the basis
of the chip's performance.

Now, this software is a guide
for manipulating atoms

one-tenth the size
of a human hair or less.

And Chen knows
how to operate it.

Meaning The Skinner has
two key ingredients

for making the chips.

SCG chips.

The most advanced in the world.

So advanced that,

and this is one of those
impossible but true factoids,

no one in Silicon Valley
or Zhongguancun

or anywhere else on Earth
knows how to make them.

So, an already vulnerable market

susceptible to catastrophic disruptions
in the supply chain

can be controlled by whoever
has Chen and the software?

Which, at the moment, is us.

We don't control anything.

We don't, but America could.

Only if we got Chen to cooperate

and give the government
a hard drive

that doesn't belong to us.

We're talking about technology

that makes the world go 'round.

Which is why
we shouldn't steal it.

When you and Reddington
took something, it was stealing.

When America does it,
it's manifest destiny.

The only people whose destiny
I'm concerned with right now

are Chen's wife and daughter.

Chen was supposed to call
The Skinner when he gets the software.

Then that's exactly
what he's going to do.

I have it, the software.

Do you?
I wonder. I can bring it to you.

I just need to talk
to my wife first.

I haven't heard
from my inside man.

Why is that?

I just need
to talk to Wei.

Yu-Lan.

Wei!

One hour.
2440 Junior Terrace.

What do we do now?

Get your family back.

I'm not giving him the program?

Not the real one, no.
I have to give it to him!

We can't risk the real one
falling into enemy hands.

And I can't risk him
killing my family!

Of course not,
which is why

we've only made
a few modifications,

imperceptible changes
in millions of lines of code.

Only a handful of experts
in the entire world

would have any clue that
it's not the genuine article.

We know
what we're doing.

I know it's hard,
but, please, trust us.

Tell me again.

The meeting point
is likely a pick-up.

Wherever they take you,
we will track you with these.

Totally undetectable.

The listening components
are baked into the frame.

We're gonna be with you
the entire time,

and whenhe releases your family,

the SWAT team will hit
the building,

save you, and arrest the others.

We have the engineer.
The one who knows how to make the microchips

as well as
the processing software

he needs to make them?

The proprietary software, yes.

Look around, Harold.

What do you see?

What you see is me out on a limb

calling in favors
to get you this office,

to put this God-forsaken
task force back in business.

What you see is a senator
you should thank

while giving me the program
this country needs

to make its own
high-end semiconducting chips

without relying
on a foreign power.

So we should steal it?

How does that make us any better
than Graeme Anderson?

Anderson's a criminal
looking to turn a profit.

We're patriots with an obligation
to safeguard this nation.

Where is it now?
I won't answer that.

We're talking international
politics, Harold.

Spycraft, war.

It's more complicated
than right and wrong.

Not to me, it isn't.

Maybe I was wrong.

For reaching out to you
in Detroit.

Maybe it's too much being here.

If it is... But it's not.

If it is, we'd all understand.

It's time to meet.

All right, let's do it.

Look, I'm good.

Then roll out.

Show me the drive.

Hey, Aram,
are you seeing this? - All over it.

The building looks like
some kind of shipping warehouse.

Public records show
just over 58,000 square feet

for the complex,
owned by a shell company

called Goldenshore Industries.

We can't cover
that kind of space

- with just us.
- Way ahead of you.

SWAT units have been
dispatched to that location.

Tell me you got it.

I knew you could do it.

Now that it's done,
I can tell you

all these guys
bet against you but me.

Total confidence.

That's Anderson.

We sit tight until he releases

Chen's wife and daughter.

My family,
where are they? Comfortable.

Having sodas and snacks
down the hall.

You said you'd let them go.

No, Yu-Lan,
that's not what I said.

I think you're
forgetting an "if."

I'm pretty sure I said
I'd let them go

if you did what I asked.

I got you the program.

Well, I know you say
you got me the program,

but how the hell would I know?

I mean, I'm a sharp guy,
but I don't know

a damn thing
about software code.

Which is why I went
and kidnapped an expert.

We're fine. I mean,
there are maybe

five people on the planet
who have the skill

to assess that code
in under three days.

This is Mr. Sato Akimasa,

professor in the field
of information technology.

And he's one of them.

You okay, Mr. Chen?
You don't look so good.

He's cracking.

I'm telling you,
he won't hold up.

It wasn't my idea.

I wanted to give you
the program, but they refused!

What wasn't your idea?
Who refused?

The FBI.

They're outside now.

They're listening.

We're going in.

Sir, there's only three of them.
They cannot go in blind.

We do not know how many of them
they're up against.

This place is massive.
Where the hell are they?

Aram, we're gonna need
some help here.

Working on it,
I'm trying to access

any blueprints on file
with the city.

Now, Chen's family may not have
that kind of time.

Dembe took the east side
of the building.

We can't stay here.
We have to keep moving.

What did you do?

I warned you
what would happen. No!

I didn't go to them!

Bring 'em out, let's go.

Apparently, we have
some company!

I hear Anderson.
It's time to greet our guests!

Southeast corner.
All right. On our way.

Olly Olly Oxen Free!

Nobody wants to play?

Well, perhaps I can provide
motivation to participate.

Wei! Wei!

Who's firing?
Report.

He just shot Chen's wife
in the leg.

I can't kill Chen.

He's the golden goose!

But the others
are entirely up for grabs.

Show yourselves.

Show yourselves!

I believe
he'll kill them. So do I.

Cooper, how do you want
to play this?

Don't give up your weapons.
Hold your position.

Still no takers?

Come out!

I told them you're here!

Agent Zuma!

Agent Zuma.

Well, look at that.

You found me.

I'd say I'm about to find you.

No! No! No!

The next one...
No!

...goes in the girl.
No!

He's gonna kill her.

Ressler, stay where you are.

Please!

Please!

All right, all right!

I'm coming out.

All right, just hold your fire.

That's one.

Agent Zuma.

You and whoever's with you
has about three seconds

before things end badly.

- No!
- No!

Wait, no!
Please, please, please!

Please! I'm sorry, Harold.

No! The only move now
is to buy time.

Get backup here
as soon as you can.

Please!

No, no!

Please.

No.

I warned you not to pursue this.

FBI SWAT's on their way.

Great, thanks for the heads-up.

We'll be sure
to kill you quickly.

That won't change anything.

The Bureau knows who you are.

I'll take my chances.

Take Chen and the family
out of here.

- I'll deal with them later.
- No! No!

Sir, we got a situation at the front entrance.
Hold them off.

It's not the FBI.

Mr. Anderson!

What the hell is this?

We haven't met.

Y-You're familiar, of course,

with Vincent Duke
and The Captain.

You're Raymond Reddington.

Imagine, the three of you
in one room.

Somebody get a cat.
Let's see how many Skinners it takes to...

Not in the mood for jokes?
Fair enough.

It has been a long day
all around.

What are you doing here?
How'd you find me?

We issued a Code Red,

which, if you'd bothered
to read the bylaws,

gives former Skinners access

to when, where, and what
their successor is doing.

Or, in this case, doing badly.

I don't mind ruthless.

In fact, I'm quite
aroused by it.

It's stupidity that dries me
like the Sahara.

And killing a federal agent

and snatching
an innocent family,

that's about as stupid
as you can get.

I already told you,
it's not your brand anymore.

Unfortunately for you,
it's not yours, either.

What are you talking about?

You're a caretaker.

A steward.

A trustee in a long line
of trustees,

and if you violate that trust,
there is a charter

that details how
you can be removed.

By us.

If two former leaders vote

to remove the current
Skinner, he's out,

effective immediately.

You can't be serious.

I vote you out. I agree.

Out you go.
This isn't student government.

You can't remove me
because I decided

not to serve ice cream
in the cafeteria.

You didn't serve ice cream?

Oh, my gosh, if they'd known.

Forget about it.

Shoot them.

Shoot them all.

Did you hear me?

That was an order.

Sir.

Fine. I'll do it myself.

Sir, drop your weapon,

or I will fire.

What are you talking about?

You're listening to them?

You work for me.

No, we work
for the organization.

The organization has rules.

We follow them.

And so do they.

Yeah?

Well, sometimes rules
are meant to be broke...

We should go
before the cavalry arrives.

Make sure the family's safe.

Once we're gone,
let everyone go.

It's good
to have you back, sir.

Once he was off the ledge,

you said you'd explain
your interest

in our organization.

So, explain it.

The line of succession.

I hadn't thought about it
coming back to me.

Taking over again.

I can't think of anything
that sounds worse.

It's like meeting the First Lady

after you've slept
with the President.

Do you want
to run things, Vincent?

The only thing I want to run
is my condo association.

In that case,
I have a suggestion.

Ah, that's it.

You want to pick my successor.

The Skinners are legendary.

With the right person in charge,

I don't think there's a limit
to their reach and power.

And as luck would have it,

I think I know who
the right person would be.

You did what you came for.

There is nothing here
but heartbreak.

I don't believe that.

I can't believe it.

One more stop.

If I don't get the answer
I'm looking for, we'll go.

What are you doing here?

Thinking about that beautiful,
sad Wyeth painting

you have in the next room.

I didn't know
you were so melancholy,

with all your
little colloquialisms

and snappy repartee.

What do you want?
Something you can't give me.

But which I can't get
without your help.

So, I thought perhaps
we might help each other.

We're just relieved
you and your family are safe.

And Kuo Pai-Han?
My associate in Taiwan?

We spoke to
the authorities in Taipei.

He's being released.

Both he and his family
will be fine.

I believe this belongs to you.

You're giving it back?

Your government doesn't
insist on keeping it?

Oh, they do, but our objective

was to prevent it from falling

into the wrong hands,
including ours.

Thank you.

Your daughter's with your wife
at the hospital.

Agents are waiting
to take you there.

Mr. Chen,
I'm Agent Soto.

Okay, that was so fun.

Which part?

Rescuing Chen and nearly dying,

or driving down a one-way street

into oncoming traffic
and nearly dying?

It was purposeful.

We did something.

Something good.

That's what's cool about it.

You really miss it, don't you?

Don't you?

I was positive I didn't.

And now...

Now I'm not so sure.

Pete would kill me
if he heard me say it,

but I wish
we were back full time.

Everyone?

You did a good job.

More than that,

you reminded me
of all the good we did.

I don't know about you,
but I needed that.

I never got to see the task force
from the inside.

Thank you for doing this

for my partner and for me.

Good Lord.

If this is how you look
in victory,

I'd hate to see what you look like
in defeat.

Thought you said you were going?

I also promised to bring Harold

a case of Weecha's hooch.

You could probably drink me
under the table, couldn't you?

Harold, if I might have a word?

Oh, by the way, my immunity deal

has been reinstated.

What? By who?

Senator Panabaker agreed
to wave her magic wand.

She's offering to reconstitute
the task force

and to let Harold, Donald, and Aram
return to the FBI fold.

Now, why would she want
to do that?

I imagine she likes
the work we do.

Do or did? Mmm, both.

And if you do, as well,

you're welcome to hop back
on the merry-go-round.

If not, a bientot.

Harold?

Did he just say
what I think he just said?

I don't know,
what's "a bientot" mean?

"See you soon."

Which means, be careful
what you wish for.

You asked why I became an agent.

That's my secret.

One of them, anyway.

Care to share any of the others?

Raymond admires you.

Not because of what you do,
but because of who you are.

If there's any way
I can help you

through any of this,
I want to try.

Perhaps in time.

Swift kick to the head.

No headache.

I know you have your own
reasons for continuing.

I know Agnes is one,

and you know how
I feel about that.

What's another?

Unfinished business.

Why do I think
they're connected?

Take the win, Harold.

It's the first of many.

That is surprisingly good.

I love surprises.

But, you know, happy accidents.

Finding forgotten money
in a pocket.

Making unexpected friendships.

I have a feeling the next part
of this journey of ours

will be filled
with new surprises.

It's good to be back,

old friend.

Old.

I'll let you in
on a little secret, Harold.

The would doesn't belong
to the young.

The world belongs to anyone
with the strength

to reach out and take it.

And for the first time
in a long while,

I'm feeling stronger than ever.