The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 9, Episode 3 - Episode #9.3 - full transcript


Has the Mayor arrived?

In the chapel,
with the Bishop.

No shooting, right?
That was our deal.

That's our deal.

Give it to me.
The relic! Now!

Please, this is not what
God wants for your lives.

Idolators know nothing
of what God wants.

You can't!
It's sacred!

It is sacred, which is why
it needs to be destroyed!

The investor
will come through.
Do not worry.

I'm not worried.
I know how these
money men work.

If he didn't say no,
it means yes.

Soon he will hand you
a big check,

and everyone
will buy your fancy
new security system.

It's a security
software suite.

Everyone will buy it.

Soon you can forget
about all these
lost years of your life.

The FBI can find
a new desk clerk.

Hush, Hashem.

Aram can't talk
about his work.

But I'm sure
it's important,

even if it does
wash out his complexion.

How do you like
being back at work, motek?

It's weird. I, uh...

I thought I'd closed the door
on this part of my life,

but, um, it's great
to see the team,

and, uh,
a paycheck doesn't hurt.

Paychecks are the shackles
of the common man.

Remember that.

Just wait till you're
running your own company.

Ooh! Maybe you'll be
on Shark Tank!

I gotta go.

Thank you,
uh, for breakfast.

I will call you guys.

Talk to you soon.

Do not worry.
The money, it will come!

Not worried!

Have you
thought about this?

She's 11.
You're a fugitive.

Yes, but she
doesn't know that.
She wouldn't see that.

Children see behavior,
good or bad,
kind or cruel.

I'm confident
Agnes will see me.

I won't lie to her.

Do you let her believe
in Santa Claus?

I let her believe in myths.

Well, if the shoe fits.

I want to be in her life.

I know it's hard
and that you mean well.

Let me talk to Charlene.
I'll see what she says.

What do you know about
the Supremo Priori Knighthood?

Never heard of 'em.

I'm not surprised.

For generations,
they've been a rather

toothless group
of religious extremists.

And you're telling me
about them

because that's
no longer the case.

They recently killed
an innocent man

during the armed robbery
of the Sacra Cintola.

Mary's Holy Belt?

Another in a growing list
of stolen iconography

that they've put on
the illicit auction block.

The belt will soon
be available
to the highest bidder.

When and where
is the auction?

Mmm. Let me worry
about that.

I suggest you do
some homework
on the SPK,

be prepared for
whatever comes.

Mohammed's footprint
from Istanbul.

The Buddha's tooth
from Sri Lanka.

In Cologne, Germany,
bones belonging to
the Three Wise Men.

All stolen by the SPK
then, according to Reddington,
sold on the black market.

No way. I mean, those things
aren't real, right?

Authenticity is irrelevant.

Belief makes them real,
and holy.

Initially, the SPK operated
like thieves in the night,
but they've turned violent.

Two days ago,
they killed a security guard

inside a cathedral
in Prato, Italy,

during the armed robbery
of a 2,000-year-old belt

worn by the Virgin Mary.

So, did Reddington say
what turned a secret society
into armed robbers?

Not what, but who.

A new leader
known only as Giovanni.

If these
are true believers,
I'd think they'd want

to possess the relics,
not auction them off.

As usual,
two plus two equals five.

What's Reddington
not telling us?

I don't know.

Don't know or won't say?

Agent Ressler,
that'll be enough.

No, I'm sorry, but Dembe
didn't just work
for Reddington.

He was his sworn protector,
his closest friend.

And now we're supposed
to just, what, accept him
as one of ours?

Until he gives us
a reason not to, yes.

Agent Zuma,
you and Agent Mojtabi

will go to the cathedral
in Prato.

Vatican authorities
have agreed to share

what they've found
at the crime scene.

You two
be careful out there.

Your FBI reinstatements
won't be official

until Health Services
administers a drug test.

I took mine last week.

I'll have them
arrange yours next.

On, uh, that note,
you should know that I met

with an angel investor
about my company,

and, well, uh, shockingly,
he might be interested.

So you're leaving us for
the private sector again.

you mentioning it.

If it happens, I'll support
whatever decision you make.

Until then,
let's take down the SPK.

This is where the thieves
entered and stabbed
the guard.

Antonio was
found dead here.

No CCTV cameras.

I have stills
from the crime scene.

Is this door keyed
on the outside?

No. It can only be
opened from inside.

We're operating on a theory
that a member of their crew

was already
in the building.

I believe you're right,

and that crew member
was your own guard.

His weapon
is still holstered.

If he felt threatened,
it wouldn't be.

If our guard was
helping the intruders,

why would they kill him?

Hard to say.
Things go wrong.

If your guard
was the inside man,

there may be a money trail
we can follow back
to the SPK.

I'll see what I can find
in his financial records.

you're not an agent.

In case something happens,
leave the fun stuff to me.

You got a weird
definition of fun.

David Kangas?

That's right.

Agent Park, FBI.
I'd like to speak
to you

about a financial
transaction you made

wiring 50,000 euros
to a man in Italy.

I'm a business manager.

My firm moves
all kinds of money.

I don't remember
each transaction,

but if you'd like
to visit my office...

Well, maybe we can
prompt your memory.

Antonio Lucchese
was a guard

for the Santa Maria
de Prato Cathedral.

We have reason to believe
the money you transferred

was payment for his role
in an armed robbery.

Well, I can guarantee
I have no knowledge

of any criminal activity.

We're not
suggesting you do,

but maybe one
of your clients does.

Have you ever heard of
an organization called
the SPK?


Stop! Stop!

Kangas! Get out here!

Worthy is the Lamb
who was slain! I am worthy!

Geez. Are you
having fun yet?

Honor and glory
are mine!


Do I hear 650?
Last chance to own

your own ZPU-2
twin-barrel antiaircraft gun.

No one can run, or fly
from you when you are
sitting in this bad boy.

Shock and awe your friends
and enemies alike.

Going once? Twice?

Sold to the lady in red
for $600,000!

May your revenge be as daring
as your neckline.

And now, a Galilean
fashion accessory

once worn by
the O.G. Madonna herself.

I give you
the Sacra Cintola.

Nothing says heavenly style
like a camel-hair belt

encased in gold, silver,
and rock crystal.

The bidding commences
at $2 million.

I have two. I have three.
Thank you, sir.

Four? Can I get four?

I have four. Do I hear five?

The Virgin Mary was riding
a tractor beam up to God

when she dropped this beauty.

It is a bargain at $4 million.
How about 4.5?

Five if you close
the bidding now.

Sold to the gentlemen!

Your funds cleared.

You are now the proud owner
of biblical history.

Actually, Mother Mary's
chastity belt is
of no interest to me.

I only bought the heirloom

to gain access
to something that is.

The name of the client

who entrusted you
with the Sacra Cintola.

I'm sure you can
appreciate the need

for complete

I can,
which is why I brought

this, uh, bauble
for your auction.

Is this...

One of the seven.

Selling it would offset
my latest expenditure.

More to the point,
your cut of the sale

would be, mmm,
well, low seven figures.

If I give you the name.

Well, and arrange for
a meeting between us.

That's not how
I conduct business.


Trevor, I'm not leaving here
without the meeting.

You can either profit
from giving it to me,

or get hurt
then give it to me.

David was
a wonderful husband,
a kind father.

He was very normal.

So what happened
to him?

The Supremo Priori

David said
they're a fraternity,
like the Shriners.

I thought it would
be good for him,

fellowship with Christian men.

How could I know
it was a cult?

A cult.
What do you mean?

I mean a religious devotion
to a manipulative leader

who turned my husband
into a martyr.

Did he tell you
where they met?

No, but when
his behavior changed,

I started tracking
his cellphone.

I'd do anything
to catch the madman

who did this
to my husband.

Wake up!
Wake up!

Biblical prophecies
are unfolding before
our very eyes.

Oceans rising,
rivers receding,

the whole damn Earth's
on fire.

Yet we await a Second Coming
that has not come.


Because people are too busy
worshipping the past

to see what's happening
right now.

Only through the destruction
of their ancient idols

are we able
to open their eyes

so they may see their way
to the kingdom of heaven.

Amen. Amen.

But in order to do that,
we must be welcome.

The senseless murder of that
poor security guard in Italy

set our cause
back immeasurably.

And he was one of us.

He contributed to
the furtherance of our cause.

And you killed him.

Shame on you.

Death and violence are not
the way to righteous change.

Then what is the way,

We keep destroying
their relics,

and they just
keep covering it up.

Be patient,
Brother Colfax.

Our message will get out

It's out right now.

The press is finally
talking about us.

It's time
to make a real move.

Like what?

Let's not steal
from another church.

Let's take down a church.

That's enough!

There will be
no more violence.
Do you understand?

We must all aspire
to be more like

John the Baptist,

who peacefully paved the way
for the return of the Messiah.

And that is why,
as an inspiration,

I have chosen
as our next target,

the head of John the Baptist.

It is to be venerated
at the Old Holy Cross Church

tomorrow afternoon.

Now I think
it's time for all of us

to take a moment or two
of reflection.

Everyone take a breather,
stretch your legs,

and when I return,
I'll share with you

how I plan to steal that head.

Yeah. How much did we get
for this one?

Double the appraisal price.

Which is why
I'm sending my colleague

to transfer your funds
in person.

Can you meet him
tomorrow for lunch?

Can you assure me
of his discretion? I promise.

The man I'm sending won't
speak of this to anyone.

Thank you.

Well, didn't this just
get way more interesting.

The meek and scheming
Robert Vesco,

masquerading as the great
and powerful Giovanni.

Excuse me.
Yes, sir.

What is your most
expensive wine?

We have a Chateau
le Pin Pomeral 2001,
which is $5,800.

Yes. We'll take two.
On his tab.

Which is $50 million
in arrears.

So, the scam.

Tell me about it.

Hey. Ready to brief
the team?

Yeah, soon as I give
Health Services what
they're here for.

Shouldn't be hard.
You drank half the Potomac.

Well, I did
a little research.

I think I found where
Kangas goes at night.

I like to hydrate.

You know,
gingers tend to wrinkle.

Oh. You have no idea
how hard it is

to manage
a decent heist crew.

The bickering,
the squabbling...

The fragile egos,
the safe-cracker

who feels like he's worth more
than the gadget guy.

Who thinks he's much smarter
than the mastermind.

Who just wants to go back
to the salad days
of being a driver.

But you, Robert,

instead of teaching criminals
to be brothers,

you turned a fraternity
of brothers into criminals.

Hmm. Hmm.

How did you con them
into stealing for you?

Profit sharing?

No. Storytelling.

They want
the end of the world.

I simply pour fuel
on their fantasies.

Train them to connect
holy relics with idolatry.

They believe
that what we steal
is burned at the altar.

But you perform a little
sleight of hand.

Ah, foot, actually,
which preserves the relics,

and then I sell them
at auction.

Your own secret society.
Where can I get one?

You must teach me
the secret handshake.

Hmm. Well,
I won't deny it has
been comically lucrative.

But it hasn't been
all fun and games.

The security guard
at the cathedral.

Yes, I know, I know.
That poor man.

I've never used violence
in pursuit of illicit gain.

But I should've been there
to keep my boys in check.

But to tell you
the truth, at my age,
after a long flight,

my ankles tend to
swell up like balloons,
and I'm useless.

I would suggest
compression socks.

I'd also suggest you shut down
this con, Robert,

while you still can.

Ooh, I'm way ahead
of you, Raymond.

I've already decided
to cut bait,

right after they steal
that head.

And if another body drops?

Not to worry.
I've laid down the law.

I've got my boys
under control.

Each IED contains
a main charge,
an arming switch,

and a battery pack connected
to a RC receiver.

What's going on here?

You heard Giovanni.
He doesn't want this.

Giovanni doesn't seem
to know what he wants.

When do you plan
to detonate these?

At the end of mass

When the bishop raises
the head of John the Baptist,

we'll blast open
the gates of heaven
for all the world to see.

You're gonna blow these
with people in the church?

The Bible's full of
judgment and bloodshed.

Everyone who dies
will die for a cause.

Giovanni needs
to know about this.

Well, I've enjoyed
catching up, Raymond,

but now I must really go
and tend to my flock.

Your flock can wait.

We have
unfinished business.

Are you talking about
that little

De La Cruz job
a few years back?

"Little De La Cruz job"?

That was 100 million
in Spanish gold,

and you blew town
like a Texas twister
with all of it.

Is this where you tell me
about honor among thieves?

No, it's where I tell you that
you're going to pay your debt.

Well, in order to do that,

I would have to go
to my bank in Malta,

and, well, to approve
a transfer of that size...


While I don't have a secret
society, I do have a jet.

We're going to Malta.

You didn't even know
I'd be here.

You're right.
I have changed.

I used to think that
I had to create my own fate.

Now I believe in karma.
Even if it is a bitch.

Remove any outer garments
that might conceal items

that could tamper
your urine sample.

Anything else in your pants
pockets goes in the bowl.

Uh, I know you're
just doing your job,

but, uh, FYI,
we've both been agents.

We're not gonna cheat.

Void directly
into the container.

Do not flush afterwards.
You have four minutes.

Okay. Here we go.

It's funny.

This is awkward.

Knew I should've had, uh,
more to drink today.

I just, I feel like
I've been retaining
a lot of water lately.

Feeling, um, bloated.

♪ Money, money♪

Okay. Uh, that's my phone.

Um, I know the, uh,
the ringtone is embarrassing,

but at this moment,
uh, what isn't?

Uh, uh, I need to answer it.

No personal items
in the stall.

It's kind of important.
Uh, can you...

Can you just
pick it up, please,
and put it on speaker?

I can't miss this call.

We did it!

No way. He said yes?
The money came through?

We've got
a company, baby!

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

Whatever you're doing
right now, drop it.

Trust me.
I would if I could.

The angel investor said yes.

Aram's on his way
to tech fame and fortune.

That's great news.

There are still
I's to be dotted
and T's to be crossed,

but, yeah, it is, uh,
kind of, kind of exciting.

But I am not going anywhere
just yet.

Well, later, we'll celebrate
and figure out a way

to help you
spend your money.

Now we need to focus.
Where are we on SPK?

The burn victim's wife
couldn't give us
anything concrete,

but she was worried enough
about her husband's behavior

to start tracking his phone
when he went out at night.

He always parked
in the same public lot,

then he'd turn off
his phone.

Generic buildings.
No conspicuous occupants,

at least not now.

This is the same block
in 1868,

the same year
that the SPK was founded.

One of these
three buildings remains.

And what it was, and still is,
an American Legion Hall.

So, do you have any groups
that, uh, meet here
on a regular basis?

Uh, yeah, you mean
The... The Arthritics.

A senior
heavy-metal band.

I don't...
I don't care much
for their, uh, sounds,

but, um...

I'll let you boys
look around. Okay.

Sure doesn't look like
the home base

for some heavily armed
religious extremists.

Maybe they are hiding
in plain sight.

Hmm. Something you know
a little about, huh?

This mirror

is a reproduction
of the Porta Magica.

A monument built in 1680
in Piazza Vittorio.


So, the "Magic Portal"
isn't a mirror.

It's a door.

They say alchemists used it
to vanish from our world.

Reddington teach you
that trick?


He showed me the real
Porta Magica in Rome

and told me the story.

Well, he taught you well.

I wish I knew if he was
still teaching you.

And I wish I knew
when you'll believe me
when I say he's not.

The SPK's next target?

Blueprints for IEDs.

And a floor plan.

Old Holy Cross Church.

Call an ambulance.

Peace be with you.

And also with you,

I'll tell
you what, Raymond.

If we skip Malta,
I'll deal you in
on a little plan

I've hatched
worth 10 times as much.

You deal from the bottom
of the deck, Robert.

I do.

Senor Cooper.

Thank you.


So you've spoken
with Charlene.

I have, and I got her to agree
to let you see Agnes.

As long as I'm present.

Present how?

She won't agree to let you
and Agnes be alone together.

She wants the visits
to be supervised.

I'm not an abusive husband
or father.

No, you're
a cold-hearted murderer.

I know what Agnes
means to you,
and I'm trying here,

but this is the best
I can do.

I appreciate it, Harold,
and I'll consider it.

I have news about
the Sacra Cintola.

For once,
I'm ahead of you.

Savoring the moment
will have to wait.

We know what the SPK's
next move is.

You said you had your flock
under control.

I do.

They're about to blow up
a church on live TV.

I don't believe it.

Well, belief
is your problem, Robert.

Or the lack of it.

It's why you didn't
see this coming.

in my defense,

it's very difficult
to maintain good judgment

when your followers think
you're channeling God.

What am I going
to do, Raymond?

I've never lost control
of a con before.

Stay calm.

Happens to the best of us.
Or so I'm told.

A church full
of innocent people.

No, I can't bear to have
that stain on my soul.

What do you know of the plan?
Is there a staging area?

Yes, I scouted one
for them.

Well, then that's
where we're going.

The church
is full of people.

The service was already
under way when you called.

We've initiated
a lockdown but held off
on emergency evac.

Good. The bombers
are watching
a live broadcast.

We don't want
to alert them
that we're here.

Why don't we just
cut the feed?

The moment we do that,
they'll blow the church.

According to their notes,
we have until
the bishop raises

John the Baptist's head
to save these people.

Give to the king
thy judgment, O God,

and to the king's son
thy justice...

I looked over the
schematics from the SPK base,

and it looks like they've
rigged IEDs with RF triggers

and hidden them
under the pews.

Now, if I can get
a close look at one

and determine its frequency,

I should be able to jam
the remote signal.

...upon the fleece as showers
falling gently upon the earth.

In his days shall justice
spring up an abundance
of peace

until the moon be taken away.

And he shall rule
from sea to sea,

and from the river
unto the ends of the Earth.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, Ressler,
you're never gonna believe
what I just found.

So, I saw one of the IEDs,
but I can't get close enough

to determine its RF output
without creating a scene.

There's just, too many
live TV cameras.

Robert Vesco.

The, uh, wanted fugitive
who faked his own death
in Cuba.

He was one of Reddington's
friends, wasn't he?

He was. Why?

Because, based on
all the fingerprints

all over the SPK altar,
that's who Giovanni is.

But you already knew that,
didn't you?

Vesco is a con man,
not a killer.

Reddington once sent us
to find Vesco, remember?

And once we did,
you and your boss

helped him get away
with a fortune in gold.

Yes. Raymond did con you,
but then Vesco conned him.

Maybe that's why he gave us
this case. As payback.

Or maybe he gave it to us
to help his old pal again.

Yeah, but if we have
his prints,

so does everyone
in law enforcement.

How can that possibly
help him?

I don't know. I was hoping
you could answer that.

I can't,
and I don't have time
to make you believe me.

Aram, I can get you
a closer look at those
IEDs. Follow me.

Just go in there
and talk them down.

I really think this is
more your area than mine.

Can't you just... Shoot them for you?

No. I can't.
There's a bomb, Robert!

If I walk in,
they'll set it off.

What if they won't
listen to me?

You are Robert Vesco,

king of the con.

A swindling, cheating,

beautiful confidence man.


So put
your game face on

and get your damn marks
under control.

Thank you, Raymond.
I needed that.

You're welcome.

Uh, Robert... Mmm?

...if you try
to run out on me again,

I'll put you down
like a three-legged mule.

This is the Lamb of God

who takes away
the sins of the world.

Get ready, boys.
Any minute now.

What's going on in here?


You're just in time
for the fireworks.

You directly disobeyed
my orders!

On the contrary.
We're doing what
you taught us.

We're paving the way
for the Second Coming.

Our goal was
to prepare believers

by turning them away
from material objects,

to open their hearts and minds
to our spiritual nature.

How does mass murder
accomplish that?

Fear accomplishes that.

Then you should be down
on your knees for
fear of me, son.

Now give me
that detonator.

You're gonna see
we're right, Giovanni.

We're gonna show you.

Well, if you do,
I'll just go to
the police.

Really? Because I just heard
an APB on a police scanner.

Giovanni isn't Giovanni.

His real name is Robert Vesco,
a fugitive wanted by the FBI.

We're running out of time.
Which is why we need it.

An offering bag?
There's a bomb
in the church,

and you want
an offering bag.

Trust us. Please.

This should work.

There's only one way
to find out.

Thank you.

Harold Cooper.

I've been thinking about

your proposal
regarding Agnes.

Now's not a good time
for this.

Because of the church bombing?
That's being taken care of.

Not at the church it's not.
The pews are full.

The bombs are live,
and we haven't diffused them.

The detonator's
at an off-site location.

I've spoken to Giovanni.

He's there now working
to resolve the situation.

I know Giovanni is Vesco,
so forgive me

for not taking solace
in knowing he's on the case.

You and who else?

Know about Vesco?

His prints were found.
We put out an APB.

♪ Lord God almighty♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

They'll bring
out the head next,
right after the offering.

Please. Call this off.
You're doing it all
for nothing.

Can't you see that?
You were just marks in a con.

What con?

If all your talk about
the End Times was just talk,

if you don't believe
worshipping the past
is killing the future,

then why were
we stealing relics
for you to destroy?

Because he doesn't
destroy them.

He sells
your precious antiquities

for a fortune
on the black market.

Who are you?

Hmm. I'm many things
to many people.

To Robert here,
I'm a creditor,

who very much
needs him alive.

To a man of the cloth
such as yourself,

I'm Yama, god of death.

This is the aisle.

The IED I saw should be

about four feet from
where you're standing.

I don't see it,
but I know it's there.

You gotta be close.

Stop, stop!
Right there. I see it.

Whoever you are,
you're wrong.
We burn the relics.

We destroy them.

His judgment will come.

But today

is your judgment day.

I'm not an End Timer
by nature,

and my idea
of rapture is, of late,
a bit more solipsistic.

But no matter what floats
one's funereal boat,

you will be judged by what
you do in the next 60 seconds.

Now for the blessing

of the holy relic
of Saint John the Baptist!

We're out of time.

Okay. I got a pic
of the RC receiver.

I just need to match
its markings to its frequency.

If you are
the god of death,

our guns shouldn't
be able to hurt you.

There's only one way
to find out.

Not yet.

You can take me after.
Not before.

May Almighty God
bless this relic.

Okay. There. I found
the frequency. I found it.

In the name
of the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

You saved me.

You're way past saving.

I preserved you.

An act of
pure selfishness.

Come. If we leave now,
we'll be in Malta
before sunup.

Still stuck on Malta?

I'm telling you, Raymond,
we'll find much bigger action

with the Salton Sea!

Somebody's prayers were
answered. Or wasn't.

Uh, depending on
what you do
or don't believe.

Personally, I-I lean
towards the idea that,

Wu Xing.
You remember him?

Of course. That...
That was my first case.

I remember thinking,
"Who is this

"weird guy and why
does he talk so much?"

Oh, that's a,
that's a nervous tic,

I've been doing it
as long as I can remember.

I just start going,
you know, and, uh...

You know, I was trying to
work my way up
to a compliment.

Oh. Sorry.

You forgot what it was,
didn't you? I do that
all the time.

If I think of something
and I don't say it right away,

it's, uh...
It's gone.

I... Oh. Dang.
Um, sorry. Again.

It's okay.

'Cause whatever
this is, this whole
Aram-a-palooza thing,

I'm gonna miss it.


Yes, lithium.

And the Salton Sea's
full of it.

With all these electric cars,
there simply isn't
enough of it.

Until now.

Robert Vesco.

I'm Special Agent
Dembe Zuma, FBI.

You're under arrest.

I understand.
You're new on the job.

You want to impress.

But there are
other factors at play.

Fifty million factors,
as I recall.

And the SPK members
that he helped me to secure.

They're in a warehouse
near the church.

It's a bit messy inside,
but in fairness,

they did pull
their weapons first, so...

I knew you'd help him escape.
So he could get you
your money.

I get my money,

the FBI saves
a church full of people.

I'll even throw in
the Sacra Cintola

to sweeten the deal.

It's good business
for all.

And if Vesco slips away?
Oh, well.

Nobody in the FBI
will be any the wiser.

I'm the FBI.

Yes. You're an FBI agent.

But loyalty, that's
something else entirely.

It is.

And mine is constantly
being questioned.

Because your feet are planted
in two different worlds.

They're not.

But I'm having a hard time
convincing anyone of that.

And arresting Robert
will convince them?

Mmm. Arresting me?

I'm a small fish
compared to this shark.

I'm sorry, Robert.

You're my friend.

This, what I'm doing here,

I consider
an act of friendship.

You don't see it now.

I hope someday
that you will.

So, is it true?

Heard you took him
off Reddington's jet.

If we offer him a deal,
he'll identify SPK members

and those who bought
the stolen relics.

But is it true?

I'm not auditioning for
your approval or your trust.

♪ Money, money ♪

♪ I just can't get enough ♪

♪ Money, money ♪

♪ I just can't ge...♪

Hey. Where the heck are you?

I'm, um, stuck at work.

I told you the investor
would come through.

Didn't I tell you?

Yeah, Baba, you told me.

Nick showed us
the check!

I didn't know a check
could fit so many zeroes!

I know these money men.

He didn't say no.
He was going to say yes.

Welcome to
the one percent, pal.

Your days
as a desk clerk
are officially over.

Did Cooper find you?

What does he want?

Your drug test came back.
A diluted negative.

What does that mean?

We both know
the answer to that.

Did I pass or not?

So you have to retake it,
under even closer supervision,

which means
you can't use this.

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

Unfortunately for you,
I know exactly
what I'm talking about.

I'm a child of an addict.

I know the tricks
of the trade,
how eye drops

can throw off
a urine sample,

how sucking down water
can render the results

Did you tell Cooper?
I didn't.

Because I think
you need this job.

You're good at it,
and it keeps you
on the straight and narrow.

I want you to have
your badge back.

But now I have the power to
make sure that never happens,

and I'll use it
unless you clean up.

Aram. I thought
you'd be out

I, um,
I saw my parents,

and my, uh,
my business partner, Nick.

They must be so happy
and proud of you.

We did good work today.
At the church.

We saved a lot of people.

Yes. It was a good day.

We've got a lot of those.

Days where we help people.

Why are you here?

It's late.
Everyone's gone home.

Your ship has come in,
and yet here you are.

I had my business partner
buy me out.

It, um, wasn't much.

Uh, enough for a new kitchen.
Mom's been wanting one.

And I made Nick create
a camp scholarship
in my name.

Space Camp. I was 12.

It, um,
It changed my life.

There won't always
be good days.

I know.

And, uh,

on those, I may regret
my choice, but...

Not much.

And on the good days,
I, uh...

I can't think
of anywhere else
I'd rather be.

That sounds like
a reason to celebrate.

Come on.
I'll buy you a drink.

but if it's okay,

I think I'd like
to just hang out here.

Of course.

The belt worn
by the Virgin Mary.

I'm speechless.
If you weren't,

you would be if I told you
what the damn thing cost me.

Aren't you
the least bit awestruck?

I appreciate the object's
place in history

but not the reverence
for it.

In that,
I agree with Giovanni.

Getting lost in the past

distracts us from
the work of the present.

I still have a hard time
believing you didn't know

Vesco was Giovanni.

Lucky coincidence.

Or unlucky, seeing as
he's going to prison

and taking a fortune
of mine with him.

He had a long run.

I doubt we've heard
the last of Robert Vesco.

Who knows?

If I get bored,
maybe I'll break him out.

I'd love to best him
one last time.

And you wonder why
Charlene insists on

supervised visitation.

Have you decided
whether you can abide
by our visitation terms?

As a matter of survival,

I make it a point
to only enter spaces

whose borders I define.

But if spending time
with Agnes

requires submitting
to borders

defined by you and Charlene,
so be it.

I don't like it,
but the alternative
is far worse.

I'll go get her.

Now? Go get Agnes
right now?

Why not?
You've waited two years.

There's no point
in keeping you
waiting any longer.

You look fine.

You met him
a long time ago.

He was a close friend
of your mother's,

and he's very excited
to see you.



You probably
don't remember me.

I remember you.

We sailed boats together
in Central Park.

And we got fruit pops.

That's right.

That was the day before
the day my mother died.

You're Pinky.


I'm Pinky.