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Previously on "The Blacklist"...

Your target is Elizabeth Keen.

TOM: This is about avenging
what happened to Liz,

and I'm gonna do whatever it takes.

(GRUNTS)

COOPER: Nez Rowan...
who let her go free?

There are certain U.S.
government missions.

They require the expertise of
an independent organization.

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- TOM: So who is this woman?

RED: Scottie Hargrave.

Who hired you?

Alexander Kirk.

We now share a mutual enemy.

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♪♪

(DOG BARKS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BUZZER)

This is my Bitcoin wallet address.

As soon as a transaction is
confirmed, she'll be released.

As you know, the American
government refuses

to negotiate with terrorists,

which is why the Palmer
family contracted my firm

to negotiate on their behalf.

What is this?

My Bitcoin wallet address.

(CHUCKLES)

You don't pay the ransom, she dies.

(GUN COCKS)

You and I both know Miss
Palmer isn't here, Karokaro.

You know it because you never had

any intention of giving her to me,

and I know it because I've
already set her free.

Call your man at the port.
You have a situation.

An hour ago, a strike team raided

your holding site at Muara Angke.

They took Miss Palmer,

along with the other eight
workers you were holding,

so the kidnapping part
of the story's over,

which leaves us with
the business at hand.

You're not ransoming me.
I'm ransoming you.

And the amount is $3
million, not $1 million.

(SPEAKS INDONESIAN)

(DIALING)

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

I don't know if it bothers you

telling people things
they don't want to hear,

but it makes me uncomfortable,
which is ironic

because most people think I'm a bully.

They think I enjoy it, being blunt,

making people feel small,

but nothing could be
further from the truth.

Years ago, I-I suffered
an unspeakable loss.

And since then,

I've been crippled by
free-floating anxieties

that attach to pretty much anything.

Some days I-I can't even get out of bed.

I haven't slept through
the night in two years.

4:00 a.m., I'm up doing Sudoku.

Normally, I-I delegate
a meeting like this

because, uh, conflict,
it's debilitating.

But I'm working on the power
of positive confrontation.

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

(MAN SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

I-I haven't brushed up on
my Indonesian in a while,

but I'm going to guess he's telling you

your brother's being held
hostage by my people.

True.

If you want to see your
brother alive again,

you're gonna transfer the money.

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

The number's $3 million.

Would you take cash?

♪♪

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(DOOR OPENS)

Put it down.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Tom, I want to speak with
you about your daughter.

What happened with Hargrave?

Even if you don't want
me to have contact

with Elizabeth's child...

Hargrave. Did you get her?

I have virtually unlimited resources.

I want you to know that those resources

are at your disposal in
the raising of Agnes.

I don't want your money. I
don't want your protection.

I want answers.

The woman who killed Liz,

you walked right into her
trap after I warned you.

What happened?

Alexander Kirk.

I don't know who that is.

The man who ordered the
attack on your wedding.

He's ultimately responsible
for Elizabeth's death.

I'm going to find him.

No, no, Susan Hargrave...

Was a contractor. A hired hand.

Tom, until I end this, your only
concern is to keep Agnes safe.

- I'm gonna help you find him.
- Absolutely not.

- He'll come for her, for Agnes.
- Yes.

I can't stand by and watch that happen.

You want me to accept your
offer to help with Agnes,

then you need to accept
my help with this.

So, tell me about Alexander Kirk.

Alexander Kirk is the
alias of an oligarch

who made a fortune after the
fall of the Soviet Union

buying mining operations
for pennies on the dollar.

In 2002, he went into hiding

after falling out of
favor with the Kremlin.

He owes his survival

to some of the world's
most powerful politicians

whose careers he secretly bankrolls.

But Alexander Kirk is
the man responsible

for Elizabeth's death.

He hired Susan Hargrave to abduct her,

which is why we need to work
with Hargrave to find him.

Work with her?

How about arrest her?

This sounds like a bad idea.

Until it's not.

The aid workers who were
abducted in Jakarta?

Your government refused
to pay the ransom,

turned its back on three young people

who were captured for doing nothing more

than providing medical
services to the poor.

Today, they're home because
Susan Hargrave committed

what your government
considers to be a crime

in order to get them back.

She's a brilliant strategist.

And if we want to get Alexander Kirk,

we're going to need her help to do it.

His finances are the way in.

Kirk's holdings are out of reach.

The Caymans, Zurich.

They were out of reach
until Citizens United.

Kirk has personally financed
a 501(C)(4) super PAC

in support of Senator Robert
Diaz's presidential bid.

- How much?
- lt's hard to tell.

It's all dark money,

but I believe it's
north of $300 million.

Diaz is the front-runner.

If he gets elected,

Kirk's reach will extend
into the White House.

I'm impressed.

Like I care.

If we steal Diaz's money,
Kirk won't be far behind.

Him and everyone else.

It's a presidential campaign.

If that money goes missing,

everyone on the planet will take notice.

You make it sound so fun.

What about the husband, Tom Keen?

He thinks I'm responsible
for the death of his wife.

I think you're responsible
for her death.

I'm looking past that because
I want Alexander Kirk's head.

And so does Tom Keen.

I must admit I've never
liked you, Scottie.

Looking at you makes my toes curl.

But robbing the next President
of the United States,

this is gonna be a gas.

♪♪

SCOTTIE: Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

Rubber baby...

My, what a dear, sweet child.

How did you get in here?

With a seven-figure donation
that built this wing.

(CHUCKLES)

The grasp of these tiny fingers.

I'd forgotten.

I understand we're gonna
be working together

to find the man who
took Elizabeth from you.

You took her from me.

No. Alexander Kirk did.

He's why I'm here,

to tell you I'm putting the
full resources of my company

behind the effort to find Kirk
and bring him to justice.

Give me my little girl.

She's all I care about.

I remember my little
one looking up at me,

eyes full of wonder.

They say losing a child

is something one never recovers from.

I hope you never experience
that kind of loss.

For the moment, we have
a common enemy, so...

I'll work with you.

You have a lovely child.

10 minutes. I'll send
Solomon to pick you up.

Got a lot of work to do.

♪♪

I hope you're a chocoholic, my friend.

We're going to the chocolate factory.

Let me say one thing.
I'm not your friend.

What the hell is this place?

This is what happens when
the government outsources

70% of its intelligence budget.

You're 150 feet below the
largest privately owned

tactical training center in the country,

complete with R&D labs,

ship-boarding simulators,
and two airfields.

We do threat assessment, port security,

and diplomatic training,

and those are just the services
that the public knows about...

the black-and-white divisions.

Then... there's Grey Matters.

(WHIRRING)

Grey Matters handles the cases

that are legally questionable,
yet morally justifiable.

You're late. She's not happy.

Promise you won't kick my ass.

'Cause she could kick my ass.

I'm sorry. I can't. I thought
I could, but I can't.

Remember, we're doing
this for Elizabeth.

Yeah, but they're the same
people who killed her.

- You!
- Navabi!

Hey. If I can do this, so can you.

Enough! We're on the clock.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I don't need your protection.

After the U.S. election,
approval will be a formality.

I just spoke to D.C.

We have a confirmed
location of the child.

I want this done today.

The way to get Kirk's attention
is through his money,

and the only money we can get to
is sitting in Diaz's war chest,

which is unfortunate for the
bloviating senator from Missouri

because he cannot win the
election without it,

and we're gonna steal it.

The Bureau prevents bank robberies.
We don't commit them.

NEZ: Senator Diaz's success in November

rests on winning three key swing states.

To do that, Futures America,

a PAC financed by Alexander Kirk,

intends to purchase over
$300 million in TV ads

from now until election day.

The money is wired to media
outlets via a secure terminal

from a single account at Key
Atlantic Bank in Manhattan.

To get the money,

we need to access the terminal
from the server room.

The good news is we can take
the bank in under two minutes.

The bad news is the second we walk in,

any teller can trip a silent alarm

that will lock down the area of the bank

where the secure terminal is located.

So we won't be able to access
it before the police arrive.

That's it? Your plan is awful.

It's brilliant. The robbery is a show.

You want the police to
arrive, followed by the FBI.

The heist gets you in, gives you
time to access the terminal...

We rob the bank while
everyone else thinks

that we are trying to find the robbers.

Thanks, but no thanks.

You work with the single most
sought-after criminal in America.

Thanks to you, he's not only free,

his criminal empire's expanding.

You, all of you, have
proven quite capable

of parking your selective
morality when the moment serves.

I suggest finding
Elizabeth Keen's killer

is just such a moment.

It's "badges in the
drawer" time, people.

This is a revenge movie.

Mr. Loescher, we sent out
a foreclosure letter

three weeks ago.

No, I have the paperwork in my car.

Y-You never sent me a...

Just hold on. I can show you.

Sadie.

Sadie, don't move, okay?
I'll be right back.

Hope you don't need my help in there

'cause you're not getting it.

(GUN COCKS)

Party time.

♪♪

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (SCREAMING)

On the floor!

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are your friendly
neighborhood bank robbers,

except we're not friendly,

and this sure as hell
ain't our neighborhood.

I need everyone to slide their
cellphones to the center of the room.

Come on.

Anyone wanting to know what happens

if you ignore my instructions,
come speak to me directly.

(SCREAMING)

Shh. It's okay. It's okay.

- Just stay down. Stay down.
- Daddy.

Yes, that's right. A robbery right now.

Key Atlantic Bank. My
little girl's in there.

Call just came in to dispatch.

One Police Plaza Path responding.

SOLOMON: Call's in. Start your clocks.

Key card and vault combination.

- (BEEPING)
- Silent alarm was just tripped.

(GUN COCKS)

Let's go.

SADIE: Daddy.

It's gonna be okay, okay?

♪♪

(GUN COCKS)

Put it down.

Don't be a hero, baby. 60
seconds, and we're ghosts.

NYPD. I said put your gun down.

No, no, no, no. You
don't want to do this.

- 55 seconds.
- Put down your gun!

No, you put your damn gun down!

(SCREAMING)

It's just a flesh wound.
You're gonna be fine.

WOMAN: Oh, my God, she's bleeding.

It hurts.

Okay, hold on.

Okay, we need a medic right now.

Patrol Response en route.

Ambulances will be dispatched
as part of the response.

No, they won't enter until
police secure the sight.

She can't wait that long. 40 seconds.

My wife is dead because of you.

I'm not gonna let this
little girl die, too.

We got to clear, now.

30 seconds.

Responding units on site.

I need a paramedic.

Nearest unit is on Fulton
and Pearl heading south.

- That's too far.
- My God, my little girl!

- No, no, no! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
- Are you okay?

That's the father. Hold on, hold on.

Dad, with me. Now.

- Okay.
- We got to keep pressure on the wound.

- All right. Yeah.
- All right?

Keep pressure on the wound.
Can you do it?

Yeah.

- This is a bad idea.
- Give me the keys.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

What the hell is wrong with you?

Paramedics approaching John Street.

What's her name?

Sadie.

All right, Sadie, just
listen to your dad.

All right? Everything's gonna be fine.

We're gonna get you to a doctor,

and everything's gonna be just fine.

Hold on.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN BLARES)

Where's my ambulance?

Pearl and Cedar, southbound.

(SIREN WAILING)

(HORNS HONKING)

I got her. You'll be okay.

Come with me.

I got a gunshot, lower left abdomen.

(BEEPING)

In five!

(SIREN WAILING)

Let's go.

(SIREN WAILING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Tell me you're not okay with this.

I wouldn't be if I had a
better idea, but I don't.

Special Agents Ressler and Navabi.

First responders indicated
that the robbers

knew exactly what they were looking for?

Yeah, it was a classified
diplomatic pouch

owned by the Saudi government.

Do you have any security feeds?

Of course. Um, this way.

(SIGHS) So, nothing else was taken?

Stupid, right?

You'd think they'd take
something else to mislead us.

I'll catch up with you.

Okay, uh, the server room is
across from the CFO's office,

second door from the end of
the hall, right-hand side.

I see servers. I'm gonna need you to be

a little more specific than that.

Okay. Many servers.

Are any of them connected
to a modem or a screen?

There's a keyboard.

Great. That's the server the
terminal's connected to.

Follow the cable and insert,
uh, you know, the, uh...

Your dongle?

(CHUCKLING) Yes.

Uh, well, it's not mine, but, uh, yeah.

Okay. Your dongle has been inserted.

Now we have remote access.

You're brute-forcing this thing?

Yeah, how else am I gonna generate

the bank president's password?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

What, are you data-mining
his social media?

You can't generate
enough personal details

to create a useful password dictionary.

(BEEPING)

Whoa.

Classic.

Field gets the glory,
support gets the job done.

Okay, as soon as I enter the password,

we should have access to the funds.

Or not. It's requesting a retinal scan.

Looks like we've got
ourselves a two-key system.

Tasty.

What happened?!

Hey! Hold up! Stop!

Where is she? Where's my daughter?

Where's my daughter?

Where's my daughter?!

Sir, you're not allowed to go in there.

SCOTTIE: We take three
types of contributions...

big, dark, and anonymous.

(LAUGHTER)

Which if he loses, also
describes Senator Diaz.

(LAUGHTER)

I'm screwing with you, Robert. Come on.

We're supposed to be
having fun here tonight,

and raising money for the next
President of the United States,

Senator Robert Diaz.

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you.

Oh, well, thank you, Scottie.

I know I speak for
everyone here when I say,

good God, I wish Howard had
given that introduction.

(LAUGHTER)

Well, I understand he's
off working on, well...

Mrs. Hargrave thinks you
may be more comfortable

waiting in her office.

...if I knew what it was,
you'd have to kill me.

(LAUGHTER)

(APPLAUSE IN DISTANCE)

♪♪

(INDISTINCT TALKING IN DISTANCE)

(AIR HISSING)

What the hell is wrong with you?

- My daughter... where is she?
- Showing up uninvited.

Do you have any idea who
some of those people are?

I don't care! They said you took her!

- Tonight is important to me.
- A nurse is dead,

a 7-year-old girl was
shot in the robbery.

Sadie Loescher, a second
grader at PS-126,

is resting comfortably in a
private room at Mount Sinai

thanks to the work of a
renowned vascular surgeon

whose schedule miraculously
cleared up in time

to remove six bullet fragments
lodged in her sacrum.

If you're thinking of sending
flowers, don't... she's allergic.

But she loves dark chocolate.

What did you do with
my little girl, huh?

(CLEARS THROAT)

My people received word
Kirk was on the move.

I alerted the FBI, and because
of it, more people weren't hurt.

Your daughter is safe,

and she's getting the
medical attention she needs.

Now, if you're finished,

the next President of the United States

is waiting downstairs for me.

SCOTTIE: Robbing Key Atlantic got us

the first of two authentications
we need to access Kirk's funds.

Peter Pruitt is the second.

As president of Airborne Fidelity,

Pruitt manages assets
worth over $4 billion

belonging to fugitives
like Alexander Kirk.

He's also treasurer of Futures America.

Ah, so he's the good old boy

that funnels Kirk's
millions into the PAC.

Yes, and no withdrawals
over $250,000 can be made

without a biometric scan of his eyes.

Pruitt's in Berlin staying
at the Turkish Embassy

as a guest of the Ambassador.

He'll attend a reception at the
embassy for the G8 ministers.

We need a biometric
scan of Pruitt's eyes,

which are in that embassy.

SOLOMON: Getting in during
the G8 summit means

getting past an A-list security
system and a small army.

Good luck with that.

(BEEPING)

Eugene Pavlenko.

I don't know who that is.

Me.

Pavlenko is a fugitive wanted in Turkey

on money-laundering charges.

When the ID gets flagged by INTERPOL,

it will require my provisional arrest.

(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

Once that happens, officials in Ankara

will immediately insist
that I am transported to...

To the Turkish Embassy.

Where they will file a formal
request for extradition.

Even if they do take
you into the embassy,

you'll never get a
retinal scanner inside.

I'm not bringing a scanner in.

- I'm bringing Pruitt out.
- How?

_

I'm gonna poison him.

_

♪♪

_

Dumont, sending you feeds
from the embassy security.

DUMONT: Capturing video now,
creating a loop and uploading.

Guards should be blind in five, four...

_

All clear.

Hey!

_

(SCREAMS)

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

- ♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his
HOME ♪ - TOM: Smokes, key card.

When you exit, make two lefts,

and the first door on your
right should be a stairwell

- that takes you to a third floor.
- ♪ And when he died, all he left us was alone ♪

Almost there.

♪ Oh, oh, papa was a rolling stone ♪

- You got two swallows overhead.
- ♪ My son, yeah ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his
hat was his home ♪

On you in four, three, two...

♪ And when he died, all
he left us was alone ♪

♪ Baby ♪

_

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

The kitchen will give you
access to the ballroom

via the south door.

♪♪

_

_

(MATCH STRIKES)

Champagne?

_

Danke.

DUMONT: He's the mark. Why
are you walking away?

_

_

_

I have to tell you.

That is just the most amazing tie.

Oh!

What the hell is wrong with
you, you clumsy idiot?!

Look, do we... I...

Can you talk to somebody

about getting me another
shirt, will you?

- Okay.
- Jesus.

Pbht. Well, yeah.

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Scotch.

(TURKISH ACCENT) Let me help you, sir.

You speak English?

(GRUNTS)

NEZ: Okay, we got a situation.

You've got to get out of there now.

My father was American.

Two packs a day, unfiltered.

Got to be careful. Those
things can kill you.

So can mouthing off at guests.

Know your place, kid.

They know. You need to get out.

Now.

Uh-huh.

(GROANS)

What is this?

(NORMAL VOICE) Told you those
things would kill you.

(GAGGING)

_

Time to go to work.

♪♪

(SHOUTING IN TURKISH)

(SIREN WAILING)

TOM: Just hold him still
so I can get a scan.

Maybe if you dosed him properly.

I was trying to put him to sleep,

not kill the poor bastard.
Just hold him still.

WOMAN: You have Landespolizei
units approaching to your south.

Proceed to Wilhelmstrasse and
switch to frequency 126.420.

(BEEPING)

Okay, I'm transmitting the scan now.

(SIGHS) Do it again.

I can't do it again. They got
a lockout protocol in place.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Yes, Agent Mojtabai speaking.

The retinal scan's being rejected

because of your connection, cheesecake.

Get ready, kids. We've been spotted.
We need to dump this vehicle.

Uh, Dumont, uh, I think
I figured it out.

- Aram!
- Tom, hey. How cool is this?

I didn't expect to talk to
you until Agnes' baptism.

Bless me, Father, for we
need to get on with it.

- Guys!
- Right. Uh, sorry.

They said you, uh, drugged Pruitt?

Yeah, 200 micrograms of fentanyl.

Exactly, an opiate narcotic
will cause the pupils

to be constricted to pinpoint
size, and the scanner...

Retinal scanner requires light
to analyze the back of the eye.

If not enough light passes
into the constricted pupils...

The scanner's unable to
detect the retinal signature.

Okay, the bad news... I
just dosed him again.

I don't even know if he's
got pupils right now.

- But if we wait...
- Waiting isn't an option.

We need to counteract the meds.

- How do we do that?
- ARAM: Tropicamide.

It's what eye doctors use
to dilate your pupils.

6-3, we're taking a detour.

Tropicamide. Got it.

This one's on you, kid.

We're only in this situation because...

We are in this situation because
you attacked my wedding.

You're right.

But you and I both know

that your wife is in
a much better place.

(GROANS)

That's for my wife.

(THUD)

(DOOR OPENS)

Drive!

Where's Solomon?

- I said drive!
- (SIREN WAILING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Aram. Get Keen on the line.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

Little busy right now.

Just got off the phone with FinCEN.

Key Atlantic's been notified
of Pruitt's abduction,

and the bank president's
on his way there now.

He's gonna freeze the
account, lock us out.

I don't have the scan yet.

Well, get it. He's gonna
be there any minute.

I got Dumont on the line.

Yeah, let me guess. The
bank president's on his way.

According to the security feeds in
the building, he's already there.

You got less than a minute
to get that money, honey.

All right! All right! I'm doing it.

(BEEPING)

Uploading now.

Are you getting it?

Dumont?

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

He's trying to lock us out.

Dumont!

Got it. We're in.

Starting the transfer.

Kirk's money is on its way.

As soon as the scans verify,
the funds are ours.

It's gonna be close, sweet cheeks.

♪♪

(BEEPING)

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

(SIREN WAILING)

Reddington. It's time.

Get Pruitt on the phone.

Yes, I know he was attacked.

By the people who took our money!

- (BEEP)
- Hello, Robert.

Tough day.

Scottie?

You heard... about the money.

Please, please tell me
you know what happened.

Oh, I know exactly what happened.
I took it.

You did?

You wrote me a $50,000 check.

You have to give to get.

I gave, now I got.

Well, technically, we got.

Senator!

Having taken your money, I
won't take much of your time.

Unlike Scottie, I have
little use for politicians

and even less for their politics.

Who occupies the White House
is of no interest to me.

I tell you this so you know
that taking your money

has nothing to do with you
or what you stand for.

Truth be told, I haven't
the foggiest clue

what you stand for, Senator.

I'm calling the police.

Might be more prudent
to call Alexander Kirk.

I'm sure you have a contributor
of his stature on speed dial.

Call him.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Senator Diaz.

Senator, what a pleasure.

RED: I have your money.

I have your senator.

Do you know what I'm thinking, Raymond?

That house by the water,

holding a gun in your mouth...

I should have pulled the trigger.

So, you have my money and my senator.

You don't have me.

(BEEP)

Look, I did what you asked. Just...

Tomorrow morning, you're gonna
hold a press conference

to announce you're taking a moment
away from the campaign trail

to compel billionaire Alexander Kirk

to testify about some of
his business activities

before the Congressional
committee you chair.

Why are you doing this?

Oh, spare us the moral outrage, Bob.

We're doing you a favor.

If you get Kirk here,
Reddington can have him.

Once he has him, you get
your illegal money back,

laundered through
anonymous contributions

made to the PAC of your choice.

I am not gonna be an
accomplice to murder.

You are if you want to be President.

♪♪

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

- I know, the christening.
- We're coming.

No, no. No, no, no.

I-I mean... yes, totally, but...

Diaz. He subpoenaed Kirk.

He is forcing him to come to D.C.

We're gonna get him.

Reddington must have got
his hands on Kirk's money.

He's gonna use it against him.

When this started, Kirk was the criminal

who was going to be controlling
the next President.

Now it's Reddington.

♪♪

Oh, look at her. (GASPS)

ARAM: She is so beautiful.

(CHUCKLES)

And that little dress.

You know, Liz and I never
really had a family

until we met you guys.

♪ They didn't have you
where I come from ♪

Albeit a slightly dysfunctional family,

the kind where you try to
kill each other occasionally.

♪ Never knew the best was yet to come ♪

But a family nonetheless.

This year especially.

- You guys really came together for...
- ♪ Life began when I saw your face ♪

...for Liz.

Just like I know you would for Agnes.

♪ And I hear your laugh
like a serenade ♪

So, it didn't take a genius to decide

who Liz would want to
godparent our little girl.

♪ How long ♪

She'd want all of you.

♪ Do you want to be loved? ♪

♪ Is forever enough? ♪

♪ Is forever enough? ♪

♪ How long do you want to be loved? ♪

♪ Is forever enough? ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm never,
never giving you up ♪

♪♪

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Mrs. Hargrave's not here.

I'll wait.

- Yeah.
- Don't do it.

- There's nothing left to do.
- Tom.

We needed the money to get to Kirk.

We got it. We have no
use for her anymore.

If you kill her, the answers
you've been looking for

your entire life will die with her.

What are you talking about?

I remember my little one

looking up at me, eyes full of wonder.

My mother.

Yes.

Which is why I didn't want you involved.

Why didn't you tell me?

You have a child to raise, Tom.

If you start asking questions,

it will put her at risk,
it will put you at risk.

But her son is dead. She
told me that herself.

Christopher Hargrave went missing

when he was only 3 years old.

Christopher... Hargrave.
Is that my name?

Susan Hargrave genuinely
believes her son is dead.

So, she has no idea who I am?

What, did somebody fake my death...

and hide me from her all these years?

W-why would anybody do that?

Listen to me, Tom.

Susan Hargrave has many secrets.
Some of them concern you.

If you want answers, you must
conceal your true identity.

My perfect baby boy.

He loved the water.

Found that necklace in a trinket shop

during a trip to Ocean City.

We had rented a house that summer,

spent the whole week on the
beach building sand castles

with drawbridges and moats.

That night, Howard and I had a...
big fight.

Too much to drink.

Next morning, Christopher was gone.

The police searched everywhere, but...

nothing.

He was just... gone.

Like his castle.

It's been 28 years,
and not a day goes by

where I don't walk into a room...

hoping, praying he'll be there.

(SNIFFLES)

Please tell me you're not
gonna try and kill me again.

That's exactly what I came here to do.

But for my daughter's sake,
I'm not gonna do that.

You're hired.

Sorry, what?

You want me to work for you?

In my experience,

there's a very fine line
between love and hate.

We could do incredible things together.

I'm sorry about your son.

♪♪

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