Agent Graves. Sergeant Phalen, State Police. We spoke on the phone.
-Yes, sir. -This way.
-So when did this happen? -Just after 6 last night.
Young couple staying at the lodge went out for a hike, strayed off one of the trails.
Bradford P.D. got the call after 7, notified us.
-Anyone spoken to the press? -No.
Responding officer and a couple guys from Troop P...
...are the only ones who've seen the site. Some of them are shook up.
-Think it could be him? -I sincerely doubt that.
Right, but if it is him, and you need my department to issue a BOLO...
...or set a perimeter....
It's him, right?
-I mean, who else? -Issue that BOLO.
Have your men set a perimeter and circulate that sketch we have on file.
Hey, do me a favor. There's an agent I need you to find right away.
She's out of D.C. Name's "Elizabeth Keen."
He went to his funeral. He was a pallbearer.
-A pallbearer. -And while he did that...
...a witness came forward who saw Garvey kill Singleton.
Now, the killer. Can you describe him to me?
He had glasses.
Black glasses.
Well, I saw Garvey kill Tom. A lot of good that did me.
I've referred Garvey's case to the Marshal's Office of Internal Affairs.
And now this. It's a big break. It's okay to get your hopes up.
You've spoken to this witness? Is he credible?
-Because if he is, then my testimony-- -Will also be credible.
Any questions about your memory will go away.
-So will Mr. Garvey. -And you want that?
Not until I get what I want.
I told them about the duffel bag.
Garvey provides protection for the Nash Syndicate.
I know some of the players.
I'll shake them loose while the task force questions the witness.
-Where is he? Can I question him? -He's not here. No, you can't.
-This is Tom's killer we're talking about. -Which is why you can't be involved.
A defense lawyer would need a minute to convince a jury...
...to disregard any part of a case you build against Garvey.
You're the widow and star witness. You can't be the investigating officer.
While you and Reddington go after Garvey, I'm supposed to what...
-...read a book? -Actually, I have a case.
I'm interested in the man who murdered Tom and the secret that killed him.
I'm gonna help with the former and prevent the latter.
Fifty-fifty split. Like a good divorce.
Harold....
-About the case-- -Pass.
Agent Keen...
...this came directly from Quantico, they specifically requested you.
Said it's a cold case you're familiar with. Someone called the "Capricorn Killer."
Sound familiar?
-Yeah, it does. -Good.
Because I told them they have the full support of you and this task force.
Reddington and I will stay on Garvey but I need you to tell us about Capricorn.
His first victim was a female college professor found in Tacoma in 2010.
Cause of death was ligature strangulation.
The staging was disturbing.
So much that we believe there must be some religious or cult affiliation.
Then, six months later, it happened again.
In Memphis, and Charlotte, Idaho Falls.
Seven victims in four years.
Each one found in remote, inhospitable environments...
...and each one strangled and posed in place...
...using a hand-forged sword...
...and holding the skull of a horned goat.
Hence the name "Capricorn," Sign of the goat.
This astrological symbol also represents a creature...
...whose natural ability allows them to survive...
...in inhospitable environments.
It also characterizes panic and fear.
Agent Keen. Brandon Graves, Pittsburgh Field Office.
-Agents Ressler and Navabi. -This way.
Your profile. It was different from the others?
Slightly. We all agreed the UNSUB was likely a white male...
...forties, small in stature, and well-organized.
He was transitory.
A long-haul trucker perhaps...
...or some other kind of blue-collar job that required traveling.
That movement gave him confidence.
So much so that his killings accelerated at an alarming rate.
-I thought he would stop. -Which he did. Went silent.
The Bureau thought he was dead or had been arrested.
-Until today. -How is your theory different?
Well, his killings accelerated so quickly, I thought he'd feel out of control...
...hold back, go dormant for a while.
Others thought he had stopped. I thought he would return.
Which he has.
Appears to fit the MO:
ligature strangulation, remote dump site...
...methodical, ritualistic.
It's impressive.
You were right.
Keen, what is it?
This sword.
The Capricorn Killer forged each by hand...
...and this one looks symmetrical.
Lacks imperfections.
You need to notify the lab, have them pull weapons from past victims...
-...and run a comparison. -Hold on. This isn't a random act.
Whoever did this has details right that weren't released to the public.
-This is Capricorn. -Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe this is the work of a copycat.
Standing there looking at that body, I felt alive.
You reconnected with your work, with profiling.
No, it's more that--
-I don't know. -Why are you editing yourself?
You know this only works if you're entirely open.
You brought up the Capricorn case for a reason. Why?
Because...
...what this UNSUB did to that poor man in the woods...
...part of me--
Sometimes, I feel like I'm capable of doing terrible things like that.
You said you identified the man who killed Tom.
Yes, killing him. Picturing that. Imagining that.
We've talked about how common that feeling is.
This is different.
Well, we've talked about your anger and passion...
...and your desire to paint outside the lines.
Your first case with the Bureau, what was it called?
He took their shoes-- The Sandman Killer.
My work on that case was classified. How do you know about it?
Elizabeth, it's my job to evaluate your readiness.
We can't have secrets.
The Sandman was a very important unsolved case early in your career.
I'm sure it was defining in ways you may not even be aware of.
Unsolved cases.
I fixate on them.
How unfair they are that people get away with murder.
I know it sounds corny, but I--
I obsess over the need for justice.
Even if it means painting outside the lines.
-Or the law. -Yes.
A witness has come forward who can identify Singleton's killer.
He's at Belmont Police Department. I want him in protective custody...
-...and transferred here for questioning. -Protective custody?
We believe the detective was murdered by Ian Garvey.
A U.S. marshal responsible for killing Tom Keen.
Wait, wait. You know who killed Tom, and it was a cop?
Because Garvey is a U.S. marshal, I want the FBI to protect the witness.
I arranged for you to meet agents from the D.C. office.
Soon as you sign the transfer order, they are to bring him as quickly as possible.
-Understood? -No. I mean, yes, sir, about the transfer.
But about Tom, why would a U.S. marshal want him dead?
Tom was pursuing a duffel bag containing a secret...
...Reddington is keeping from Agent Keen.
Garvey took it and killed Tom in the process.
-What the hell? -Have a seat, Gerald.
You and I are gonna make a little video.
Hey, welcome back, Gerald.
Hey. Turn it down, you hear me? It's the manager.
You gotta turn that damn thing off.
Mr. Reddington.
My word is my bond.
My currency.
I gave Peter Caras my word that I'd move him...
...before the Nash Syndicate learned that he'd cut a deal with the feds.
But that didn't happen did it, Mr. Gabinelli?
The Syndicate found him here. Killed him in this very room.
At the time, you gave me your word...
...that you had no idea how that happened.
I didn't. I don't.
Mr. Caras was a federal witness.
I didn't give it a second thought when the marshals...
...sent Ian Garvey to investigate his murder.
But now I know Garvey wasn't here to investigate the murder, was he?
He came to cover it up.
You betrayed me to Garvey.
So now, as absolution, you're going to betray Garvey to me.
Please, he's a U.S. marshal.
And I am but a humble killer with a gun...
...pointed at the withered prune that passes for your heart.
The next time an associate of the Nash Syndicate shows up...
...I want a phone call, a room number and a key.
-Yes, sir. -Good.
Turn the lights off on your way out.
Excuse me. Hello there.
I'm here about Tony Mejia.
-What about him? -Oh, I've got signed transfer orders.
Agents from the D.C. Field Office should be here any minute.
He's an eyewitness in the death of a police officer.
Norman Singleton.
That's right.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did you know him?
I did, briefly in passing. He seemed like a good man.
Ran it up the flagpole.
Afraid you can't question the witness. Feds cut in line.
I'm sorry, I-- I thought you--
Ian Garvey, U.S. Marshals. Singleton was on my task force.
Federal Agent Mojtabai.
-What did you say your name was again? -Look, I get it.
You got dibs. Protocol.
This is personal.
I'm-- I'm sure it was.
Good, so we understand each other.
You give me your card, and I'll send you a transcript of the interrogation.
I'm afraid I cannot let you do that, send me a transcript that is.
You won't have to because the witness, I'm putting him in protective custody.
Are you, now?
And who would you be protecting him from?
Who?
I'm just-- I'm just doing as I was told.
I'm telling you this is personal, I'd like you to extend me professional courtesy.
I would if I could.
Really.
Okay, then.
How about we go outside?
I can kick your scrawny brown ass...
...and then take my witness.
First of all, it's more of a golden brown.
Topaz. Topaz, really.
And secondly, pardon my French, but you can back the hell off.
-Please bring out my witness. -I was told you were waiting for agents...
-...from the D.C. Field Office? -Yes, I was.
Not anymore.
Miss Seivers, your husband's body was found almost 250 miles away.
Can you think of any reason at all why he'd be so far from home?
-Don't know. He didn't like to travel. -Did he have friends in Pennsylvania?
Not that I know of.
But you feel like your husband was pretty open with you?
-What's that supposed to mean? -I'm getting a picture of your husband.
Steady job, known in the community, high-school football star.
I believe what Agent Graves is getting at is...
...your husband doesn't fit the victimology of our killer.
Wendel had a family, he was known here in town.
He was strong, could fight back.
Well, I'm sure he did.
Look...
...we had problems.
Fought just like anyone, but Wendel was a good man.
He loved me, and he loved that boy.
This picture of the two of them.
-Was it a school project? -No, they was just messing around.
That was one of Wendel's hobby swords.
I'm sorry. "Hobby swords"?
-He made these? -Sure.
In his shop out back.
Isn't it a little odd that the Capricorn Killer's last victim...
...has his own sword-making operation?
They're hand-forged. Imperfect.
You're saying the most recent victim is the Capricorn Killer?
Someone murdered him and mimicked his MO in the process.
It's him. We have shrines that match each of the Capricorn Killer's victims.
The profile? I thought you said this guy was single. A loner.
He was. Until he met his wife and had a child.
That's why he went dormant.
Family. l'm telling you, you pull the travel records from his employer...
...and they will match the dump sites of his victims.
Then who killed Seivers?
Keen was right about the sword. It wasn't hand-forged.
It was a bronze cast made by a high-school history professor...
-...who sells them online. -Any information on the buyer?
It was purchased under a fake name, but I tracked down a shipping address.
Run it down with Ressler. Keen, you may wanna find your way back.
Our witness in the Singleton murder is en route as we speak.
-You disgust me, Gerald. -No.
Please. I-- I-- I--
Now, don't pass out on me, now.
Sadly, I got a lot more work to do.
Just like you did.
Hey, welcome back, Gerald.
I can't imagine what you're feeling.
Not physically, but emotionally.
Funny thing is, the drugs I gave you to immobilize your body...
...don't have any effect on fear.
That's what makes this experience so unique.
While you were asleep...
...I took the liberty of amputating your forearm...
...by making an incision at the juncture between the ulna and humerus.
I opened the fascial plane in your left leg...
...being careful to avoid the femoral artery.
Now lie back, Gerald.
Be brave.
Let's enjoy these last few moments together.
Stop. FBI.
He didn't make it.
I know you're scared.
I would be too.
Being here, at what you saw.
But you know you don't have to be. We're here to protect you. It's our job.
And the people I work with, they're, like-- They're, like, really, really good at it.
All right, so now I'm gonna show you some photos.
The woman already showed me some photos.
Yes, of the victim. Of Detective Singleton.
But these photos contain the man who we believe killed Detective Singleton.
And if you recognize him, I want you to point him out, okay?
Okay.
All right, now take your time.
The man you saw in the alley.
The man you saw murder Detective Singleton.
Do you see that man in any of these photos?
I'll reach out to the U.S. Attorney's office.
Soon as he hears this, I have no doubt he'll issue an arrest warrant.
It's almost over.
You have someone?
I put him in room 4, where Caras died.
I thought it would be poetic justice.
A romantic, how counterintuitive.
I hope you appreciate the risk I'm taking by doing this.
It's not so much appreciation as good planning.
Kill the bodyguard, wound Reddington.
I need him alive.
You're gonna need a colostomy bag.
-You deserve worse. -I should kill you right now.
Well, let's talk about what you're going to do.
Which is name your price, and quickly, before policemen who actually...
...uphold the law arrive to clean up this mess.
Let's start with the truth.
You have the bones. You already know the truth.
A truth. I want the whole truth.
The whole truth is that we're all clinging to a lovely blue ball...
...floating in a sea of blackness.
Everything else, including and most especially the truth you're looking for...
...is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury...
...signifying nothing.
I could take the bones public.
You could, but you haven't, and you won't.
I'm not sure why. There's something I'm missing.
Something holding you back.
I won't kill you until I have the bones.
And for some inexplicable reason, you won't go public...
...until you know this whole truth.
We may have a stalemate, but with the FBI...
...you're at a distinct disadvantage.
They're hunting for you.
And as you've killed a cop, they will make it their life's work...
...to put you on death row.
Unless you give me the bag, in which case, an accommodation may be possible.
-That's my offer. -Here's mine.
The cop you say I killed, the FBI's holding a witness.
-Bring him to me. -And why would I do that?
Because if he fingers me, and I go to prison, our little stalemate ends.
You wanna keep the bones secret?
That witness can never see the inside of a courtroom.
You better go.
I got a crime scene to investigate.
The Tri-State Butcher himself.
We got an ID from the license and card in his wallet.
Local P.D. went to his house and found a stash of tapes from previous victims.
So now we have two serial killers, both killed using their unique signature.
Where's your head?
The profile, whoever's behind this, I don't get it.
What's not to get? Someone's knocking off serial killers.
Yeah, but how?
Most serial killers are white men in their 40s.
The man Ressler chased down was a black man.
And how is he identifying his targets?
The victims are all killers the Bureau can't identify.
And yet, the crimes are premeditated...
...and the crime scenes are meticulously staged.
He's duplicating work of real-life killers...
...using classified intel that hasn't been made public.
Inside information.
-He's gotta be-- -Don't say it.
You're thinking it too.
A cop?
Not just a cop.
-A profiler. -You think the UNSUB...
...is an African American profiler with the Bureau?
I'd think I was under suspicion...
...but you didn't mention he was devastatingly handsome.
It makes perfect sense.
What makes you so sure?
Because this is exactly how I would've done it.
-I've been trying not to edit myself. -Tell me, how has that felt?
Intense. Scary.
Everyone feels that way sometimes.
-You don't have to be afraid. -See, that's just it.
That's what scares me.
I'm not afraid of those feelings.
I'm exhilarated by them.
This killer is a genius.
He saw things the Bureau couldn't. He solved cases we missed.
Have you always felt like this?
I think so.
My first case, the Sandman, the one you asked me about.
How did he do it?
Convince little Susie Baker to leave with him in the middle of the night.
-You think he convinced her? -Her shoes were missing.
Little pink high-tops with rainbow laces.
Why would a 4-year-old put them on or let him put them on for her?
She did it because she trusted him.
And I could never figure out why.
What he did...
...what they all do.
It sickens me.
But how they do it...
...how their minds work...
-...honestly, it's-- -Exhilarating?
Like, take this case I'm working on right now, the profiler?
-Alleged profiler. -No, I'm certain of it.
So, you've argued. If the killer is a profiler...
...then his training at Quantico would've required a psych eval.
I like to think I or my colleagues would've flagged him...
...before he was cleared.
-Maybe you did. -What?
Flag him. Not at first, but maybe later.
Years later, they could have suffered a mental trauma.
One that's caused a psychological shift.
If I could get the medical records of these profilers--
But you can't. Medical records are private.
Without the authorization of the patient or a court order, you can't get them.
Of course I can get them.
Dr. Fulton is incredibly perceptive. She sees me, sees through me.
If the killer's a profiler, I know her and her colleagues...
...would see through him too, enough to flag him.
Send me the list, you'll have the records this afternoon.
Do I even wanna know how?
I'm sure you do, but I'm not gonna tell you.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. The witness ID'd Garvey as the killer.
-Did he? -Yeah.
The sweet innocent kid any jury would believe.
And you have him in protective custody?
Completely. Aram is overseeing his transport to a safe house now.
He'll have round-the-clock security until the trial. Garvey is going down.
If not for killing Tom, for killing a cop.
I want all this to be behind you.
For the first time, I actually think that might happen.
Dembe, is everything in place?
Yes. Everything is in place.
I know I was just here this morning, but I need to ask you something.
-Get your opinion. -Of course, what is it?
I've been looking over the medical files of other profilers.
-We talked about this. -That's when I got the idea to do it.
I told you they were classified.
-I've looked over them for hours. -The files you stole?
I had started to suspect Agent Graves.
I thought the files would confirm my suspicions, but they didn't.
Of the 282 agents in the Bureau's five Behavioral Analysis Units...
...sixty-one have undergone psychological evaluations...
...but in the last 10 years, only eight have been deemed unfit for duty...
...and released.
Agent Graves was not one of them, but...
...Anthony Hollis was.
Top in his class at Quantico...
...deemed unfit for duty after a psych eval due to insubordination.
Why are you telling me this, and not your task force?
He got into law enforcement because his parents were killed when he was young.
I think you're telling me because you can't tell your team.
-He's angry. Driven. -Do you wanna lose your badge--?
I wanna stop a serial killer, and I think you can help me.
In your professional opinion, as a psychologist and criminologist...
...do you think, based on everything I've told you, that this could be our guy?
Yes, it's possible.
-That's all I need to know. -Liz....
I may have identified the man behind the killings.
He's a former agent. Name's "Anthony Hollis".
-What makes you so sure? -He was a profiler.
Psych Services flagged him for behavioral issues.
-It's all in his medical file. -"Anthony Elliot Hollis.
Age, 46, residence, 231 Washington Street in Gaithersburg."
I have eyes on him now.
Looks like he's leaving. He may be a flight risk.
Agent Ressler, you chased the UNSUB from the murder scene.
I didn't get a good look, I can't confirm it's him.
-You need to roll units. -His medical file, how did you get a copy?
Reddington got it for me.
-Meaning he stole it for you? -Sir, he's leaving.
Because he stole it, evidence may be inadmissible.
We won't know until we arrest him, which Liz can't do without a badge.
Keen, listen to me, put a bumper lock on Hollis, but do not engage.
Ressler and Navabi are en route.
Let's just hope if this is our guy...
...you didn't jeopardize our ability to put him where he belongs.
Thank you, for agreeing to do this. You know you don't have to.
It's the right thing to do.
Yes, it is.
My grandmother always says I should do the right thing.
I think your grandma will be very proud of you.
Does the place we're going have snacks?
-I like Doritos. -Are you serious?
I love Doritos. Which is your favorite? Mine, Spicy Nacho...
...unless I'm depressed, then I mainline Jacked 3D Bacon Cheddar Ranch.
Guys, what's going on?
No idea. Engine just gave out.
-Guys? -I got it. I got it.
Guns down. Hands up.
-No. Stop. -No. No.
No.
Help me.
Don't let me go. Don't let me go.
FBI. Move, move.
Everybody, down.
Liz, we just got off the phone with the Gaithersburg Police.
We have officers at Hollis' home. The place is full of evidence.
They're pulling prints now, but he's our guy.
We're tracing your cell. We're not far.
We're pulling off the 270 now.
He just stopped on Little Seneca Lake.
Some minimum-maintenance road off the westbound 117.
We're minutes out. Hold tight.
We're pulling maps of the area.
If there were a cabin or a house, I would see it. I'm losing light.
I've lost him in the shadows.
Liz?
The gun too.
Let's go for a drive.
-Where are we going? -Quiet. Keep walking.
-I only ask-- -I said, quiet.
Let's go.
What is this place?
Come on in, Elizabeth.
There's something I wanna share with you.
Agent Keen broke contact 13 minutes ago.
State police have set up a perimeter with roadblocks...
...but there's a chance she may be on foot.
So our search area will run from Sideline Road on the west...
...to the shoreline on the east.
And from Ten Mile Creek down to Highway 117.
Before she vanished, Agent Keen was in pursuit of this man...
...Anthony Hollis, former FBI.
He is smart, he is armed. He knows how we work. Be careful.
-Are we clear on our grids? -Yes, sir.
-You're my therapist. -And this is our final session.
When we're done, I'm certain I'll be able to recommend reinstatement.
You know who this guy is, what he does.
Of course. I taught him.
-No, that can't be. -You're angry. That's good.
Anger can be so...
-...exhilarating. -Don't.
Fixating on unsolved cases. How unfair they are.
-Do not twist my-- -I know it's corny...
...but I am obsessed with painting outside the lines.
I am not like you.
-Not yet. -Never.
I kill serial killers. I brought you here to recruit you.
The same way I recruited Hollis.
I've had my eye on you for ages ever since you shot the attorney general...
...for being a traitor.
I knew then, you were someone I needed to recruit.
So when your psychiatric evaluation was ordered, I made sure...
...I was assigned to your case.
Talk about exhilarating.
The profiler and the daughter of Raymond Reddington.
In our sessions, you were everything I could have hoped for.
Comfortable with your darker impulses.
So I tested you out in the field.
The Capricorn Killer.
You knew Psych Services would reach out to me, assign me the case.
That it would lead me to you.
I knew that stealing a few private medical files wouldn't stop you.
All you've done is confess to murder.
I've revealed myself to you.
And you're about to reveal yourself to me.
And maybe even to yourself.
You know where we are, right?
Susie Baker.
He brought her here.
He brought them all here.
Why would you bring me here?
To do what has to be done.
To kill the Sandman.
Quiet.
Stop walking.
I used to counsel families.
Tried to ease their pain. Help them heal.
But there are times when there is no healing.
Because there's no justice.
Susie died in this room.
We can't bring her back.
But for her family, to help them heal...
...this is the next best thing.
He suffocated her with a pillow.
Go on.
I know you want to.
Do it.
FBI. Hands where we can see them.
Leave him. I got this one.
Circle back. Head west. See if you can find that woman.
-And make sure you can-- -Look out.
Stop.
I can't believe I read you wrong.
Maybe you didn't.
I tried.
-I thought-- -Don't beat yourself up, Keen.
I'll get us a sketch.
State police are combing the woods. Whoever she is, we're gonna find her.
At least we got these two, right?
Silver linings.
Hey, if there's anything good that happened today...
...is that we secured a witness...
...who's gonna testify against the man who killed Tom.
Like I said, silver linings.
-What? -Whoever it was...
...they came out of nowhere.
But there was a team, SWAT.
I know but it happened fast, they overwhelmed us.
-They boxed us in-- -The witness is gone?
Not gone. He's missing. We're gonna get him back.
-We're gonna get him back. -No, you're not.
Liz, Liz, listen. So look.
I pulled all of the feeds. Now, the vans were unmarked.
-There were no plates, I can do it-- -Aram.
This is not your fault.
I'm not blaming you.
But five minutes after he was taken, that sweet kid was dead.
I'm not gonna stop until I can prove Garvey did this.
He won't get away with it.
He already has.
Agent Keen.
Been a hard few days.
Aram lost a witness.
While you got Hollis, his partner in crime got away.
These are setbacks, and they sting.
In this line of work, I've learned you have to take the good and bad.
So let's take a moment, focus on the good. Dr. Fulton.
I've submitted my report to the office of the Inspector General.
He's agreed with my recommendation that you be reinstated, effective immediately.
Congratulations, Agent Keen.
Thank you. This is a big relief.
You deserve it. You've worked hard in counseling.
You've been honest about your grief and loss.
And you've been remarkably willing to reveal to me who you truly are.
A fine agent and an even better person.
I didn't reinstate you because you let me go.
But you did let me go, and I wanna thank you for that.
My father has people he can turn to for help.
Doctors, lawyers, finders, freaks.
People with special skills. You have a special skill.
And I'd like to know that, someday, I could turn to you.
Reddington said you were nothing like him.
And you knew he was wrong.
Well, you're done with mandatory counseling.
But if you ever wanna come in on a voluntary basis...
...my door is always open.
-I don't see the witness. -You never will.
I've taken him away.
From you and the FBI.
I told you to bring him to me.
Yes, a thuggish order...
...I immediately disregarded because I don't take orders from you.
The witness and his grandmother are safe and secure.
And as long as I'm alive, he will not testify against you.
What about Keen?
She's a witness.
You gonna put her out of my reach too?
I don't have to. Because where she is concerned...
...you have no leverage.
Secret or no secret, if you reach out to her...
...I'll cut off your hands.
If you look in her direction, I'll cut out your eyes.
And if you ever utter her name again in my presence, I'll cut out your tongue.
You have no idea who I am...
...or why I want the truth.
Aren't you curious? Don't you have any questions?
I have plenty of questions, but none I'd pose to you.
The answers will have to wait for me to find out on my own.
Good luck with that.
Mr. Garvey, might I suggest you enjoy what little time you have left.
Crab cakes. Scalp massages.
Perhaps a double feature of The 400 Blows and Jules and Jim.
Whatever floats your boat. Do it now.
Because I will find those bones, and when I do...
...I'm gonna kill you.
You are an odd one, aren't you?
-Yes? -I need you to promise me something.
Of course.
You're doing everything in your power to get Garvey.
What's this about?
He got him.
We were so close, and then--
You have my word.
The bag, the secret, you won't let them get in the way?
-I've already told you. -Tell me again, I need to hear it.
I promise Ian Garvey will not get away from me.