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Okay, so, Agents Park and Zuma
are reviewing security footage

from around the site of the explosion.

Agent Ressler is looking
for anything he can find

on, uh, Reggie Cole or Lacroix,

but I still need to, uh,

look over the forensics report
from the crime scene.

I sent you my notes
on the report last night.

I'm discussing the findings with
Reddington later this morning.

Right, sorry, I knew that.

Okay, so, I'll be in no later than 2:00.

If something comes up
with Mr. Reddington...

- ...call me.
- I will. But don't worry.

Everything's under control.
We'll see you when you get in.

Okay.

Raymond.

Weecha. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.

How long have I been down?

Almost four days.

Where's Morgan?

I saw him walking into the room...

Morgan didn't make it.

I am so sorry.

Weecha, before the explosion...

There was the woman.

Was it Kate?

I don't know.

You should rest.

We're gonna get you home
as soon as we can.

How's Weecha?

Tenacious.

I didn't expect her to last
the first night, let alone three.

Something to drink?

No, thank you.

What do you have?

Forensics ran the DNA from
the woman in the apartment

against the sample
you provided for Mr. Kaplan.

The fire caused by the explosion

degraded the samples significantly,

but there is an overlap.

As far as the M.E.'s
concerned, it's her.

You're not convinced.

DNA evidence notwithstanding,

something doesn't add up.

I have a hard time believing

Mr. Kaplan would hire
Reggie Cole to kill Doug Koster

in order to blackmail me.

I understand why Kate's involvement

would be difficult
for you to accept, Harold.

We negotiated a stay in your
prosecution on the condition

that you could expose
a broader conspiracy.

If the one person responsible
died in that building...

The only head left to serve to
the Justice Department is mine.

You stay on Reggie Cole and his lawyer.

With any luck, you'll find
a connection to Kaplan.

In the meantime, I'm gonna
get a second opinion.

I've been dealing with anxiety
and OCD and depression

pretty much my whole life.

I've been able to manage with,
um, support and therapy

and medication,
but lately, nothing helps.

I haven't been sleeping.
I can hardly eat,

which is not like me.

I just, um...

I feel like I'm barely
holding it together.

Would you like to set those down?

Yeah, sorry.

I appreciate you bringing
me in so early, by the way.

Mr. Homan was a supporter
of some of my earliest research.

Any friend of his is welcome
anytime they like.

You know, when I, um,

first heard about psychedelic therapy,

I imagined something a bit more...

Tie-dye and trance music?

Yeah.

We get that a lot.

But the truth is,
Ketamine and other psychedelic therapies

are revolutionizing care

for people with treatment-resistant

anxiety and depression.

The treatment we're offering
is experimental, but it's legal.

Any questions?

What's your fish's name?

What fish?

His name is Frank.

- That was a joke.
- Oh.

Shall we begin?

- Okay.
- The medication you will be

receiving today is derived
from psychoactive plants...

Little stick.

- Ow.
- ...and is delivered

alongside an imidazopyridine
class agonist

to induce REM states.

So I'll be dreaming.

In a manner of speaking.

We'll be playing music to help you relax

- throughout the treatment.
- Thanks.

But if you see something
that upsets you,

just try to be curious about it.

We can always reschedule

if you want more time to think about it.

No, um... I'm ready.

Okay.

See you soon.

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Good morning!

Hey.

Oh! Figures!

How was your appointment?

Excellent. Thank you for asking.

Well, at least one of us
is in a good mood.

Some TikToker in a 6 Series
rear-ended me on my way in.

His car was fine, of course.

If you need a mechanic,
I know a good one.

- Fast, cheap, and reliable.
- What's the catch?

He used to work for the Albanian Mafia.

I'll keep him in mind.

You know what I was thinking
on the way over?

We should take a trip, all of us.

Someone just tried to blow up
Reddington, so, maybe next week?

Yeah, obviously for the future.

I just... I think we all deserve
something to look forward to.

- Sounds like fun.
- Great.

If anyone needs me, I will be
reviewing these upstairs.

I know, I know. No knocking.

But Reddington called.
He's on his way in.

Sounds important.

Okay. Um, do you, uh...

Do you know who sent this?

Beats me.

What? What is going on?

Someone tripped the emergency
alarm on sub-section C.

- What's wrong with that feed?
- I don't know,

but we have bigger problems.

Oh, my God.

We have small teams
moving down multiple hallways.

Who are they? Where did they come from?

I don't know,
but they've taken the elevator entrance.

Cell reception's down.
We need backup now!

This is Special Agent Dembe Zuma.

We are under attack. I repeat, we are...

- Did they hear you?
- I don't know.

Look, whoever these guys are,
we need a plan. Now!

Hey, Aram!

There's a phone,
in the storage bay on sub-section E.

I couldn't integrate it
into our comms system,

because it's connected to
a totally, uh, different...

That doesn't matter.
Okay, if Ressler and I

can get there, we can call for backup.

- What should we do?
- Uh, you two stay here.

Everyone, everyone,
take defensive positions!

Let's go.

Better make this quick.

Aram, can you hear me?

Mr. Reddington?

If you want it to stop,
you have to get everyone out.

Aram, we've gotta go now!

- Mr. Reddington?
- Aram!

Okay, okay, okay.

- Let's go!
- Okay. Okay. Okay.

There!

- Dembe.
- Reloading.

Eleven o'clock!

Alina!

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

I'm sorry.

No.

No. No. Alina. Oh, my God.

No. God. No!

No! No! No!

Elevator!

Figures.

Alina?

- You're alive.
- So it would seem.

I don't understand. There...

There was an attack.

An attack?

It seemed so real.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

If you'll just, um, excuse me. Just...

I pulled every piece of paper
I could find

on your blackmailer
and his lawyer, Lacroix.

Did you find anything
connecting them to Mr. Kaplan?

No, but I did find
the shell corporations

that Lacroix used to hide the profits

from their blackmail operation.

The guy had seven properties,

a half dozen bank accounts,
even a yacht.

Not exactly the upstanding
lawyer his wife described.

You think she knows more
than she was letting on?

I do. I called her office.

Her assistant said
she got in 20 minutes ago.

Send me that address,
and I'll meet you there.

And, Donald, thank you. For everything.

Look, whoever's behind this,
I'm keeping you out of prison.

Whatever it takes.

Ah! Ernest Glampers.

Glampers, Trout, and Pilgrim
attorneys-at-law.

You have the body of Ms.
Kathryn Nemec, is that correct?

I'm sorry, sir. You're not actually...

You see, Ms. Nemec was a Rosicrucian.

- A-A what?
- A Rosicrucian.

A member if a small religious
and cultural community

whose laws demand that
the bodies of the deceased

are buried within
24 hours of their deaths.

- I'm sorry...
- You should be.

This is a copy of the complaint
which I am prepared to file

with the Superior Court
of the District of Columbia.

It asserts that by denying
Ms. Nemec's family

access to her body,
you and your superiors

have violated their civil rights.

Now, Ms. Nemec's family
have instructed me

to refrain from filing the suit,
if you will simply allow me

to perform the rite of "alure plurot."

You're a "rosarian," too? By marriage.

So, if you could be so kind as
to show me to Ms. Nemec's body,

you can get back to your sandwich,

and we can all avoid an
awful lot of unpleasantness.

What do you say?

Please, lead the way.

Yeah, hi. This is, uh, Aram Mojtabai.

I was in the office earlier today,

and I-I seem to be having
some kind of really,

really intense deja vu,

and I need to speak
to Dr. Idigbe right away.

Hello?

I know, I know. No knocking.

Reddington called. He's on his way in.

Sounds important.

What did you just...

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Okay, so, uh, I know
this might sound crazy,

but, um, I think we're
about to be attacked.

- Attacked? By who?
- I don't know.

That is what I am going
to try to figure here.

I'm sorry. Aram, what is going on?

How did you know that would happen?

I've seen it before. At first,
I thought it was a dream

or some kind of weird deja vu...

We have small teams
moving down multiple hallways.

On the phone, Mr. Reddington
said that to make it stop,

we have to get out of the Post Office.

When did you talk to Reddington?

They've taken the elevator entrance.

If I could just find us a clear path...

- Cell reception's down.
- We need backup now!

Okay, there, there! The south-east exit!

Are you guys seeing this?

This is Special Agent Dembe Zuma.

We are under attack. I repeat, we are...

This is a dream.

I'm still in the doctor's office.

- Aram, what is going on?
- I don't know.

But there is a clear path to
the south-east exit right now.

So, everyone!

Aram!

Okay. I know this
doesn't make any sense, but...

We need to get out
of the Post Office. Now.

Okay.

We trust you.

Okay.

We make a left out of the stairwell.

Then it's 50 yards to the exit
at the end of the hall.

Aram!

Thank you.

It's not working!

That's not possible.

What? I don't... I don't understand.

I-I wrote the security protocols myself.

To access those, you'd need
military-grade hacking tools

or... Greylock.

They used your software
to hack the system?

- I don't know.
- I thought you destroyed it.

I did!

We gotta fall back!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We gotta get out.

We don't have a choice! Let's go!

No! Come on, we have to get out!

No.

We have to get out!

Hey. Hey.

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Figures.

Excuse me, Mrs. Lacroix.
Donald Ressler, FBI.

I need you to step out of the car.

Mrs. Lacroix?

We're gonna need a crime scene unit.

This is Harold Cooper.

I need a crime scene unit
sent to my location.

She's still warm.

Don't move. I'm FBI.

Put your gun on the ground.

Slowly.

Whatever you're thinking
about saying, don't.

- Aram, just slow down.
- Please just listen to me!

Every time I get off that elevator,

we have this same conversation,

and then a few minutes later,
all of you are dead, alright?

This is some kind of a bad acid trip,
and we're all in it?

Yeah, and I am sorry about that,

but what matters is that I
heard Mr. Reddington earlier,

and he told me to get everyone out.

Look, I know how this must sound,
but I think to make this stop,

I need to get us
out of the Post Office...

- Aram...
- Look, I can prove it.

You were in a car accident
earlier this morning, right?

Rear-ended by a guy in a 6 Series.

- How did you...
- But it's no big deal,

because Dembe knows a mechanic
who used to run guns for...

- The Albanians.
- The Albanians.

Look, I would love to discuss
the metaphysics of all this,

but any second now,
they are going to come

- through sub-section C...
- Who's coming through

- sub-section C?
- I don't know.

There is, like, a guy in a bear mask

with, like, a bunch of mercenaries,

and it's like we're in a maze.

And if I can't find a way to get us out,

it's gonna start all over again.
It's... It's a loop.

Aram, just breathe.

I can't watch you all die again, okay?

Listen, I know you've been
under a lot of pressure lately.

There's nothing wrong
with taking some time...

The sewer.

I saw workers accessing it on my way in.

My God. There's a mechanical room

in sub-section C that runs alongside

an old Water and Sewer service shaft.

We have small teams
moving down multiple hallways.

They've taken the elevator entrance.

They staged in the shaft
and blew through the walls.

All the other exits are locked down,

so the only way out
is the way they came in.

I don't understand. I thought
Mr. Kaplan died years ago.

So did I, but the authorities
weren't able

to definitively determine

whether the woman who died
in the explosion

was Kate or not, so I went to the morgue

to collect a sample for you to analyze.

I don't want to keep you
from your vacation, Vlad,

but I have to know for sure.

I need eight hours.
Edward will be waiting for you

on my jet with the engines running.

So, just assuming
you're right, and this is all

a hallucination,
what happens if you die?

- Does everything reset?
- I don't know,

and honestly, I'd rather not find out.

Aah! How did you...

Duck.

How many times have you done this?

Enough.

There. There. This is how it stops.

Come on. Go.

Go. Go now! Come on.

Sorry, bear-face.

Not this time.

Figures.

I got everyone out.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Figures.

The medication you will be

receiving today is derived
from psychoactive plants...

Little stick.

Wait!

Mommy!

Oh!

Please.

This isn't real.

This isn't real.

Who are you?

Oh...

Oh, no.

I'm you.

- Anything?
- Nothing. Guy won't say a word.

- Maybe he won't have to.
- We found confirmation

of a secure payment for
$25,000 on our suspect's phone.

We think it was down payment
for the hit on Mrs. Lacroix.

Any idea who made the payment?

Not yet, but it came from
a numbered account

which we've traced to the
Hatem Trust Bank in Lebanon.

The only problem is Hatem Trust Bank

closed over three years ago.

How was a payment made from
an account at a shuttered bank?

We're not sure,
but the payment was time-stamped

for the morning of the bombing,
so it's possible

Mr. Kaplan was the one
who made the transfer.

The timing might work,
but the motive doesn't.

Why would Kaplan bother
killing Mrs. Lacroix

when the plan was to kill herself?

Maybe she has co-conspirators
that she wanted to protect.

The only way to know for sure

is to identify
the owner of that account.

Contact former bank clients
and employees.

We need a name.

Okay.

Okay.

There you go.

I'm not an invalid.

No, you're not, but you suffered
a major percussive trauma

and pretty severe burns,
and you need to rest.

I'm tired of rest.

Remember what you told me
on the Brazo Morales

the night we met?

Be quiet. Go to sleep.

There you go, sweetheart.

You get the sample to Cvetko?

Yes, I did.

What is it?

Ah, Mierce.

Oh, I'm so glad you came.
I wasn't sure if...

I came to help Weecha get better.

- That's all.
- Okay.

It would be bad enough
if you were the only one

to suffer the consequences
of your decisions.

But vengeance is like a virus...

In time, everyone close to you
becomes afflicted.

And still, you won't stop, will you?

- Mierce...
- Then we have nothing left to discuss.

Excuse me.

Remember junior prom?

Came back from the bathroom
to find Linda Beckman

making out with Dominic Angelella.

You should have hit him in the face.

This isn't happening.

- You're not...
- Real?

Oh, I think I am.

I'm part of you.

And I've been waiting
a long time for this.

No point running.

Can't escape yourself.

I got 'em out...

Wrong.

Getting everyone out of the Post Office

was a lie you made up
because you can't face the truth.

And you want to know
why you believed it?

Because Reddington said so.

Gotta love the comforting
voice of authority

when you're too weak to trust yourself.

But, hey, I don't blame you.

I wouldn't trust you, either.

Nick was my friend.

- I didn't know...
- "I didn't know!"

You know they thought you were
the smart one, right?

Admit it, man.

Deep down,

when it really matters most,

you'll always be a day late
and dollar short.

I mean, if you weren't,

she'd still be alive.

She was right in front of you...

...and you were too scared to stop her.

But, hey, at least you managed
to make Agnes Keen an orphan.

And then there's Samar.

Come on!

You know, I don't actually
know what happens

when you die in here.

But the truth is, I don't really care.

Because in here or out there,

I'll be waiting.

And it's only a matter of time
before you realize

you need me.

You know the most
amazing part about all this?

I can't do a thing in here
that you don't want me to.

It would be sad,
if it wasn't so pathetic.

God, I thought he'd never shut up.

Samar?

This is just another hallucination.

Yes, and yet here I am.

You look incredible.

- You look like hell.
- Yeah.

Well, it's, um,
kind of been a rough day.

Seems like it's been
a rough couple of years.

If I knew all it took to see you again

was a medical-grade acid trip...

You've been living a lie, Aram,

and I couldn't sit back
and watch it any longer.

- What lie?
- The one you've been telling yourself

since I went into the water.

The one you repeated when Liz died

and when Nick hijacked your code.

The one convincing you

that you'll fail as leader
of the task force.

I don't...

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

And I need you to see it.

The man in the mask had your face.

- Why?
- Why'd you leave?

Aram, please, we don't have much time.

I would've taken care of you.
Even if you forgot everything.

I just wanted to be near you.

Why did you make yourself
into a Blacklister, Aram?

Because it's my fault. All of it.

If I had just gotten to you sooner,

you'd still be here with me,

instead of wasting away
alone on some island.

It was my choice, Aram.

I was supposed
to protect you, and I failed.

Just like I failed Liz
and I failed Agnes

and I failed Greylock and...

Just like I'm gonna fail the task force.

That's what he wants you to believe.

That doesn't make it true.
He wants you to believe

that if you were only stronger

or smarter or more ruthless,

that you could have stopped
everything from happening.

But no one has that much control.

Not Cooper, not Reddington, not you.

It wasn't your fault.

Samar. Samar.

For what it's worth, the savior complex

was more charming when it
wasn't completely homicidal.

Oh, God.

You've always been enough.

It's about time that you see it.

Welcome back, Aram.

Where are you going?

I thought I'd give you some space.

You can always reach me
on the usual number.

Oh, Raymond.

I don't know what you want me to say.

You don't need to say anything.

You warned me that if I
continued down this path,

terrible things would happen.
And they did.

I knew they would. They always have.

I want so badly to be angry with you.

I think you want me to be, too.

But the truth is, I'm not.

I'm just sad.

Yes.

Vlad. Ah, Vlad.

- Am I interrupting?
- No.

Mierce, this is Vladimir Cvetko.

Vlad, this is Weecha's sister, Mierce.

- Mucho gusto.
- Encantado.

Vlad, you have a plane waiting.

The woman in the apartment...
Was she Kate or not?

No. After compensating for
the damage caused by the fire,

I found that the samples
were a 50% match.

This means the woman in the apartment

- was not Mr. Kaplan.
- It was...

Her sister. Maureen.

Thank you, Vlad.

- Adios.
- Adios.

Raymond, go.

Do what you will.

So, that's not normal?

It's not uncommon for patients
to encounter feelings of shame

and grief or even experience
radical confrontations

- with the self, but...
- Murder loops?

Not something I've heard before.

I'm not sure I'd put it in the brochure.

How do you feel?

I don't know.

Um...

It's like I was certain that
it was just a matter of time

before everything fell apart,

and so I fought as hard
as I could to stop it,

even though I knew I couldn't.

And now,

for the first time
that I can remember...

...I don't feel like
I have to fight anymore.

I'm glad, Aram.

It's not uncommon to feel like
one has a new lease on life...

But?

This treatment isn't a cure-all.

Do you understand?

I understand about as much

as anything that happened to me today.

So, 50%?

Good enough.

That night, before the explosion...

...I was wondering what I would do

if all this really was Kate's doing.

I remember knowing
with absolute certainty

that Elizabeth would have
wanted me to show her mercy.

I can still hear her voice.

Me, too.

Before the bomb went off,

I thought maybe...

...I just might rise to the occasion.

At least now we know

Mr. Kaplan wasn't responsible
for Liz's death.

You have something new on Mrs. Lacroix?

Mystery, really.

The assassin was paid via wire transfer

from an account at a Lebanese bank.

The only problem is that,
according to public records,

that bank has been closed for years.

Trying to figure out
how the payment was made now,

but so far, we haven't been
able to find out

anything about the account holder...

And you never will.

That account is part
of a financial network

more secure
than any other bank on earth.

That's why I opened the
account in the first place.

The payment for Mrs. Lacroix's assassin,

it came from your account?

It did.

Our enemy is closer
than I ever imagined, Harold.

How was your appointment?

Oh, it was...

You weren't in a fender bender
this morning, were you?

No. Why?

No reason.

Uh, look, before we get started,

I need you to do me a favor.
This is gonna sound strange,

but I need you to
slap me in the face. Hard.

- I know that's a weird...
- Ow.

Okay.

Thank you.

Happy to help.

Ever since I got back,
I've been wondering why now?

I've been feeling guilty about
Samar, about Liz for years,

and what happened with Nick
and Greylock was awful, but...

Why did I choose that moment
to totally fall off a cliff?

I'm not sure you chose anything,

but I'm curious if you have any ideas.

Well I can't be sure,

but I actually think
it's all your fault.

I mean, with you in charge,

I always had someone to rely on.
To make the hard calls.

Take the blame if things went wrong.

I knew I wasn't ready, but I was hoping

I'd handle it a little better.

You're handling it fine.

I've been so anxious and depressed,

I took an experimental hallucinogen.

You got help.

And I'm proud of you for that.

This place is a crucible.

Of course you were overwhelmed.

You remember you were
kidnapped about a month ago, right?

This job demands that you recognize

the things you can control
and the things you can't.

You make the best choices you can,

then you find a way to forgive yourself

so you can move forward.

That sounds completely impossible.

I know.

But you'll learn.

And I'll have your back while you do.

We all will.