(MAN CLEARS THROAT)
I've lost the will.
Performing at my level,
there's absolutely no room for error.
It's just a lot of pressure, you know? Mmm-hmm.
Too much.
We've talked about the adverse ways
that pressure has manifested in your life,
but we've also discovered helpful ways.
Remember, behind every shadow, there is a light.
Your next performance is this afternoon?
Oh, my God. I... I don't think I can.
Oh, Randall, look at me.
Randall.
The time has come for you to tell yourself a different story.
Embrace the shadow, and you will find the light.
Now, close your eyes and visualize.
(BRAHMS' STRING QUARTET NO. 1 PLAYING) (INHALES DEEPLY)
(EXHALES)
You're on the way to the venue.
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
You feel the music.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Take a moment and let it center you. (EXHALES)
It reminds you that you, too, are a virtuoso.
And, as you have 100 times before,
you take out your instrument...
And find the light.
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(GUNSHOT)
(WOMAN GASPS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
They know.
Heber's just covering his ass.
Charlene vouched for me.
She lied to give me an alibi.
Clearly, he doesn't believe her.
You're a cop. Heber's a cop.
All right, he just doesn't wanna seem like
he's playing favorites.
That's all this is.
He doesn't suspect you.
He will when the ballistics come back.
Or haven't you been listening?
Heber was here an hour ago,
with a warrant to test my service weapon.
When he does, he's gonna know it was my gun
that was used to kill Doug Koster.
Harold, it's going to be fine.
My wife had an affair with Koster.
Day after he's killed,
Heber sees me at the crime scene.
My gun's the murder weapon.
In what world does that add up to "fine"?
AGNES: Is Pinky still coming over?
He sure is.
All right, look, I should get going.
We'll talk later.
Stop worrying.
Well, hello, you.
But when Pinky comes over, we're gonna have to talk
for a couple minutes, then he's all yours.
What're you gonna talk about?
That's the thing about Pinky.
He always keeps you guessing.
REDDINGTON: I assume this is on your radar.
It is.
Everyone's looking for the congressman's would-be assassin.
Mmm. Naturally.
But everyone is wrong.
The congressman wasn't the target.
The victim was, Mary Parrot.
An assassin's bullet narrowly misses
a controversial politician because it was actually aimed at
a beloved philanthropist?
Her philanthropy was beloved.
Her zeal for historical preservation, not so much.
She single-handedly spiked dozens of construction projects
that she believed would blight her fair city,
denying powerful people fortunes large and even larger,
including Vito Decanio.
You think the Decanio Crime Syndicate
had Mary Parrot killed?
I do. So you're putting them on the Blacklist.
Criminals we already know exist.
What you know about the Decanios is that they were weak,
and now they're strong.
What you don't know is why or who is responsible
for their dramatic resurgence.
It's not the old man?
His therapist, actually.
Dr. Roberta Sand.
Everyone in the organization sees her.
Vito's orders.
A therapist.
To the mob.
Who makes the mob more effective.
Self-actualized.
The shrink helps them
fully realize their potential as criminals.
Listen, I'm a criminal, and however realized I may be
is due in large part to shrinks and shamans,
rabbis and monks.
They hold me together like a psychological bandage,
without which my sufferings would be insufferable.
You told me that if you came back,
names would be taken, a price would be paid.
But you didn't tell me what names or why.
I don't know the names,
and without them, I don't know the why.
Are you don't talking yet?
We are.
Which means it's time for me to get to the office
and for you two to have fun.
Mooms is upstairs.
If you or Pinky get hungry, she can make you something.
REDDINGTON: (CHUCKLES) Oh, now what's that?
I'll play anything but gin again.
At least until I read up on it a little.
You're too good, and I was hopeless.
It's not gin.
It's a memory game.
Matching U.S. states and their capitals.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, my. Okay.
Let's do it. I'm ready.
Although, I don't think I'll fare any better than I did in gin.
Well, at least this time, you have an excuse.
What?
I'm fine. My memory is fine.
Sort of.
I'm older, not ancient.
Well, I didn't mean that.
I mean you won't know the capitals
because you're not from here.
I wouldn't know the capitals of Russia.
Okay. Here's how you play.
COOPER: Vito Decanio was a relic of the past.
A lion in winter.
Until, according to Reddington,
he hired a therapist who goes by Dr. Roberta Sand.
He's convinced the Decanio family's recent rise
is her doing. That won't last long.
A witness is in federal custody who's going to testify tomorrow
that Decanio himself ordered
three separate hits on his rivals.
I've been to therapy since I was 10.
I've never heard of a shrink who tries to help people get worse.
Ten.
I was, um, having a hard time with differential calculus.
You learned calculus at 10?
Well, I learned it at eight.
I taught it at 10. Or, uh, tried to.
My parents just couldn't grasp the concepts.
It was an incredibly frustrating time for everyone.
I'm not sure I believe a therapist should be
held responsible for Decanio's upswing,
but according to Reddington, Decanio thinks she is.
That makes her very valuable to us.
Vito tells me he has a project for you.
He says it requires teamwork and cooperation.
But he says you'd rather piss on each other
and say that it's raining.
So... (CLICKS TONGUE) Any thoughts?
(BELCHES)
ARAM: Do we know anything about her?
Nothing.
No photos, no prints,
and a search on her alias went nowhere.
If we have no leads, where should we start?
Mary Parrot.
Reddington says she isn't the unfortunate victim
of a bullet meant for a politician.
He says that she was a preservationist
who sidetracked a number of lucrative developments
Decanio stood to benefit from.
So, he had her killed.
Maybe.
And maybe her killer was under the good doctor's care.
Find him, and maybe we find her. (DOOR BANGS)
Park asked if he could come.
How are they doing?
Not great.
She thought him seeing where she works might help.
You want me to bring him to her?
No, I'll do it.
We're a little short-handed since Ressler's taking a personal day.
You two stay focused on finding Mary Parrot's killer.
Hey.
I'm glad you're here.
Are the episodes getting any better?
If by better, you mean it feels like I'm being
stabbed in the eyes with a fork instead of a knife,
then sure.
The quiet helps.
And caffeine. Anyway, uh, it's all passed now.
Come on. Let me give you a tour.
I don't need a tour.
(SIGHS)
You wanting me to come is enough.
What I do is secret.
That I do it shouldn't be.
Not from you.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
I've been reading medical journals,
researching everything I can to find out what happened.
Whether we lost the baby because of my job,
the directed-energy weapon...
I know you want to know the reason.
I'm sorry you don't.
Man, I just keep saying sorry, don't I?
It's fine.
I mean, if I'm being honest,
you kind of have a lot to apologize for.
But so do I.
I don't want to believe
I married someone who can hide everything,
but I think I did,
and that's what I'm sorriest about,
that I married someone I just don't know...
If I know.
Hey. Cooper updated me while you were at the crime scene.
Find anything?
Okay, so NYPD is nowhere on the shooter.
Was it a passerby, someone in a vehicle, a building?
They don't know.
So, we read the eyewitness statements and M.E. reports.
From that, we got this.
ARAM: All right, the victim was here.
Now, based on the entry wound,
the shooter was somewhere to the east.
DEMBE: NYPD canvassed the most likely building
based on the assumed trajectory,
which would put the shooter on this rooftop.
ARAM: Only they didn't find the shooter or any evidence of him.
So, I think the shooter was here.
Same angle, just farther back.
He fires, the bullet goes over the rooftop
of the lower building, across the street,
and between the flagpoles and obstructions, and into the victim.
That building isn't further back.
It's, like, in another county.
Who can make a shot like that? I could.
I'll pull CCTV footage from around that building
at the time of the shooting, see if we can ID anyone.
Vermont.
Montpelier.
Kentucky.
Frankfort. (CHUCKLES)
Carson City.
Nevada.
Okay, maybe I am ancient.
(LAUGHING) Well, I told you, you have an excuse.
Yes, thank goodness.
When did you stop being Russian?
(LAUGHING) That's a funny question.
How did you know I was Russian?
My mother told me.
She told me everything I would ever need to know about you.
She must've said a lot.
She did.
But at the end of it,
she said all I needed to remember was that
Raymond Reddington was the most important person in her life,
besides me, and she was glad that I had met you,
and she wished that we could meet again.
I am really glad we did.
She said you liked to hold hands.
(SOFTLY) I'm starved.
You want to go see if Mooms wants to eat with us?
Okay.
Dino, I need you to focus.
We can't do this work without you.
Yeah. It'd be nice if he worked on something.
(SCOFFS) I'm the brains of the operation,
and everybody knows it. (BOTH LAUGH)
Last I checked, you couldn't tell a socket wrench from your elbow.
Yeah, maybe that's 'cause I don't have to.
'Cause I'm not a drudge, like you.
You think you're better than us?
I know I'm better than you.
Say that again! Gentlemen, gentlemen.
I have a question for the three of you.
What are you getting out of all this anger?
He's gonna get his nose broken. Ha.
And then what?
I mean, you have a big project coming up
that requires teamwork.
Do you think punching him in the face
is gonna make that happen?
No. It's definitely not.
Exactly.
Now, everyone has a path in life,
and the path you're on, well,
most people would say that it's the wrong one,
but what a man can be, he must be.
So, to be clear, I'm not here to tell you
to stop being angry or to judge you.
No. My goal is to help you
stop judging yourselves and each other.
PARK: This is the roof from which the sniper
shot and killed Mary Parrot,
and only three minutes after the murder,
who walks out the building, but everyone's favorite noir stereotype,
Mr. Instrument Case.
ARAM: Now, we have no ID on the sniper,
but on the plus side, we happen to have a sniper on the payroll.
Shooting from that distance is extremely difficult
and takes a great deal of practice.
ARAM: And when he says "from that distance,"
he means anywhere from 500 yards to, say,
I don't know, Kansas.
Of the gun ranges in that area, there's only one
with lanes longer than 300 yards.
And guess who's a member in good standing.
(GUNSHOTS)
As I live and breathe. It is good to see you.
Hey, Jean. This is my friend Stacy.
Nice to meet you.
So, you gonna tell me what's going on?
About a week back, Red comes out here
with this little, itty-bitty Latinx-er,
acting like she's the new you.
And I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine.
Raymond and I, we had a good run.
So, what're you doing for an encore, then?
I joined the FBI.
(LAUGHS) PARK: I hired him,
for a job that needs a pro's pro.
Given what's required,
I'm told we should be asking for this man.
Hmm. Beasley.
He's a hell of a shot.
Any chance you have his address?
(ALARM WAILING)
Get down!
(GUNSHOTS)
Got you.
(GUNSHOT)
Randall Beasley.
You're under arrest.
WEECHA: I don't understand.
I thought you were having such a fun time with Agnes.
What is that?
A piece of the past.
The answers are here,
in a letter she wrote to you.
Why do you have a letter my mother wrote to me?
For when the time was right,
to let you know the truth.
What are you gonna do with it?
Cvetko is meeting us at the jet.
I'm hoping he can tell me about its more recent history.
WEECHA: Like what?
I hate to think.
PARK: We've gone through everything we found at Beasley's house.
Cache of weapons, letters from his mom
who thinks he's a PE teacher, and this.
ARAM: Eleven appointments just this month for dog grooming.
So, he's a dog person.
That's the thing. There's no evidence he had one.
ARAM: And if that is not curious enough,
each appointment is scheduled
to take place at a different address.
Well, intersections, actually.
Second Avenue and 16th Street on Tuesday the 30th,
then Friday the 3rd on 63rd and Central Park West.
None of which correspond to a pet store or groomer.
So, it's a code. For what?
We don't know the what. Just the how.
Beasley would send a text requesting an appointment,
then get one back with a location,
and this location is just a few blocks
from where Mary Parrot was killed,
and the date and time is an hour before he killed her.
This is definitely evidence of something.
You need to get him to tell us what.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey, Lew.
Now?
I'm in the middle of a c...
You got a ballistics report?
Yeah. Tell me where and when.
The dog grooming, tell us about it.
I got a Lhasa apso. Her hair knots.
We know it's a code.
Then what do you need me for?
ARAM: You murdered an innocent woman.
And yet, here you are, as calm as can be.
And we know why.
Therapy.
A twisted version of counseling
to make you feel good about being bad.
DR. SAND: And exhale.
(MEN EXHALE)
Now, how does that feel?
Honestly? Better.
Eh, kind of like our hearts
started beating at the same time.
That's what these are, right?
Therapy appointments?
I'm not talking about that.
Eleven appointments in three weeks.
That is almost one every other day.
Why so many?
Because that's how long it took Dr. Sand
to convince you it was okay to kill.
That's what she did, isn't it?
Make you feel okay about murder.
Dino? Uh, there's no wrong answers,
as long as you're honest about how you feel.
I, uh... I feel all right.
Look, I'm not saying I'm happy about Johnny threatening me,
but I, uh... I get it.
We need to swallow our pride for the good of the team.
Johnny?
What? You want me to be honest?
Absolutely.
This doesn't work unless you are.
Okay, then. Uh, honestly?
I feel like I'm on an episode of Dr. Phil.
Hey.
ARAM: As bad as we know you are,
we think Dr. Sand is worse.
Help us, and we'll help you.
ARAM: The codes are appointments.
Show us how it works.
I understand how it feels to have guilt
about things you've done in the past.
You know what you did was wrong.
Show us you know.
DR. SAND: Johnny's not ready.
It's a three-man job.
One that you said requires complete trust.
Johnny doesn't have it.
Maybe if I had more time with him...
No, that's not an option.
Then my advice is you find someone else.
Well, what about Dante?
You know the answer to that.
Well, you said we needed somebody...
I did. But not him.
It's an important job.
We have an understanding.
If it goes well, he can write his own ticket.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Look, you're the best at what you do,
which is making people feel good about themselves.
At what I do, I'm the best.
And making people feel good has nothing to do with it.
Are you threatening me?
After everything that I've done for you?
Oh, first of all,
we both know who you do it for, and it sure ain't me.
And secondly, yeah, I'm threatening you.
That's what I do.
Dante's in.
You got a problem with that, see a shrink.
Is that...
Wait, it's really dog-grooming appointments?
ARAM: I don't know if the president's dog's in there
getting a trim of what,
but Jazz Paws is tricked out with armored panels
and a GPS jammer. Let's move.
(POUNDING ON DOOR) FBI!
Exit the vehicle now!
COOPER: I don't understand.
This says my gun wasn't the murder weapon.
Imagine that.
I can't, because it was. We...
We ran the ballistics. We know the truth.
Yeah, but they don't, and they never will.
Lew.
What did you do?
Nothing that you wouldn't do if I asked you.
But I didn't ask.
I performed a little magic on the bore.
That's all you need to know,
and it's more than Heber ever will.
(SIGHS)
It's one lie built on another.
First I rope in Charlene, now you.
You didn't rope me in, all right?
I did it because I know you,
and I know you didn't kill Doug Koster.
You don't know that.
I don't know that.
I hated that man because of what he did to my marriage.
At my worst, who knows what I could have done?
What I know
is that innocent people get convicted all the time.
And I wasn't about to let that happen to you.
You feel guilty, like you're getting away with murder,
but you're not, because you're not a murderer.
Someone killed Koster. Yeah, that's right.
And then they framed you.
And now that you're in the clear,
it's time to find out who did that and why.
It doesn't feel like I'm in the clear.
Yeah. I guess that's why you haven't thanked me.
How'd it work?
You roll up in a van, dig up some deep-seated trauma,
figure out how to exploit it, then what?
Send your client off to commit the perfect crime?
Anything I did or didn't say to my clients is privileged.
Not if you didn't report a crime
you knew they were going to commit
or made them comfortable committing it.
I help my clients be comfortable in their own skin.
Comfortable? Committing crimes?
Giving in to their darkest impulses?
Everyone has dark impulses, Agent Park.
Even you.
Yeah, ones that, like any normal person,
I hate about myself
and that I'd hope a therapist would cure me of.
Cure you? Of what?
Uh, being who you are?
Why would you possibly want anyone to cure you of that?
Once I was dead and gone, I wanted Elizabeth to know everything.
So, I gave Dembe the letter with very specific instructions.
Only when I'm gone.
Give it to Elizabeth, but only when I'm gone.
Later that night, Elizabeth was shot and killed.
Okay.
But what does that have to do
with whatever happened with Agnes?
I think she said her mother told her about those things.
Elizabeth would never have told her unless she'd read the letter.
Am I interrupting?
Ah! Vlad, please, come sit.
Ah, good to see you again.
Ah, great to see you.
Uh, Weecha, you're in the presence of greatness.
Vlad's one of the world's foremost forensic analysts.
I have a, uh, finger in a drawer at home.
Would you be able to tell me who it belongs to?
Would be easier if you had a... A head in a box.
(MEN LAUGH)
If you can identify the finger, I will.
Eh, is that why you wanted to see me?
No, although I'm always intrigued by streams crossing.
So, we'll get you the finger, but first, this envelope.
I need you to tell me
if Elizabeth Keen's fingerprints are on it.
That's it?
That's all you need? Besides the finger?
Yes.
I've had a copy of her prints sent to you.
Consider it done.
Out of curiosity, what answer you are hoping for?
That her prints aren't there.
That I'm...
Imagining things.
Sir, we ran her prints.
Dr. Sand. Her name is Eleanor Russo.
She used to be in private practice,
kept up with her licensing, until she fell off the grid five years ago.
Any idea why? A theory, yeah.
Him.
COOPER: Decanio's body man?
Who also happens to be her son.
What did Sand say about it?
She hasn't yet. We're about to find out now.
(DOOR CLOSES) I already told the other two
I won't violate doctor-patient privilege.
I don't want to talk about your patients.
To them, you're Dr. Sand.
It's Eleanor Russo I'm interested in.
Eleanor and her son, Dante.
UCLA medical school, a thriving practice in Philadelphia,
then five years ago, you vanish.
People like you don't vanish.
Not without a good reason.
Is Dante your reason?
I vanished because my marriage fell apart.
Because we fought over Dante,
and the more we fought, the worse he got.
Cutting school, hanging out with bad people
who introduced him to worse people.
Vito Decanio.
Yeah, eventually.
But not until after he'd committed a number of crimes.
(SIGHS) Enough to get him arrested.
And that's when Vito stepped in
to help keep him out of prison.
If you agreed to help him.
He said if I'd counsel his people,
he'd keep Dante out of harm's way.
Today, he broke that deal.
If I help you, will you protect him?
I promise to try to protect you both,
but I'm unable to do that unless you tell me where Dante is.
DINO: We demo and snatch, you drive.
It's teamwork, just like the doctor ordered.
As in Dr. Sand?
Yeah. You seeing her, too?
Me? No. I tried therapy.
Had issues with my mom. It didn't take.
Yeah, well, like Dr. Sand says,
growth only happens if you're open to it.
Maybe you weren't open.
Yeah. Maybe.
Hey, what time does the construction crew arrive?
Whenever Vito tells them.
That he controls.
Wildcard was the preservationist.
She wanted to shut us down.
Would've made this whole snatch-and-grab impossible.
MAN: There you go.
You do know this is a protection detail,
not a rehearsal for The World Series of Poker.
DANTE: So, this Herman guy, what's he testifying about?
He's not gonna be testifying.
He's gonna be crying for his own mama
whenever Vito gets a hold of him.
Now, get back to the car.
Couldn't it be a good thing?
That Liz knew the truth before she died?
No.
Why not?
Because she knew, she was able to tell Agnes how important you were to her.
And her to you.
It's why she encouraged your relationship with Agnes.
What if it's also a part of why she died?
I can't do it.
That's all right.
I don't want to.
Her hesitation. The time it took.
If she hadn't hesitated,
she might've survived.
DEMBE: Eleanor, Dr. Sand, she says Decanio has a crew
working a job at a property he owns downtown.
Working on what?
We've been nibbling at the edges
of the Decanios' syndicate for years.
If she wants a deal, her intel's gonna have to
lead us higher up the food chain.
All she knows is that it's connected to Mary Parrot's death,
it involves her son, and that the old man said it's urgent.
Companies associated with the Decanios
are mid-construction on two sites we know of downtown...
A luxury hotel and a residential tower.
What's Parrot's connection?
Was there a preservationist objection?
Not to those sites.
Her big push downtown was to landmark Memorial Baptist Church.
Now, she'd held up developers who wanted to demolish it,
but now that she's dead, the sale can go through, it can be torn down,
And Decanio's a silent partner.
That's what this is about?
Killing a preservationist to demolish a church?
We're missing something. What?
Well, sir, there is something else.
When cross-referencing the address,
the building next door pinged our database.
I recognize it, this church.
But I can't remember why. What's the address?
30 West Oak Street. Oh, my God.
Herman Levy, the informant,
the one testifying against Decanio...
WITSEC is holding him at a safehouse at 32 West Oak.
They're trying to get to him before he testifies.
COOPER: Not if we can get to him first.
Go. I'll alert the Marshals,
and Main Justice about a deal for Sand.
She didn't get us up the food chain. She got us to the top of it.
Let's hope we're not too late.
(CLATTERING)
(GRUNTS)
All right.
Third floor. Let's move.
Yeah.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Grab the rat.
FBI!
Drop your weapons!
(GROANS)
This is all very confidence-inspiring.
Dante Russo?
I have the son.
Dr. Sand is in custody. She and her son.
And Decanio? He's been arrested.
The doctor's son worked for him as well.
Both of them are set to be transferred to Main Justice
to sign immunity agreements in exchange for
everything they know about Decanio.
Have you spoken with Agnes yet?
Did she say whether she had a good time or not?
She said that you, and I quote,
"suck at state capitals,"
which I took to mean a good time was had by all.
Yes. You're doing well with her.
I'm impressed.
And hopeful that, like me,
you're finding that being around her helps,
in every way.
What about Sand?
What do you think?
You... You know her story. Now you've questioned her.
Do you think Decanio was right to hire her?
I do. She's smart and thoughtful.
I'm not surprised with the results she got.
We're gonna testify against Vito?
After he sent me to kidnap a witness in federal custody,
we're signing up to be federal witnesses?
We both know it's the only way out.
Well, what we know is there's no way out.
He's using you now.
For dangerous jobs.
I can't protect you anymore.
You think the feds can?
(TIRES SCREECH)
Hey. MAN: (MUFFLED) What the hell is that?
DR. SAND: Hey. Hello?
What is it? What's going on?
It's him. Hey!
Hello? Mom. Mom.
MAN 2: (MUFFLED) Get out of the van. It's him.
On your feet. (BANGING)
Dr. Sand, I presume.
You're Raymond Reddington.
Did Decanio send you?
Dear Vito's been detained.
I'm here of my own volition with a proposal.
Would you care to hear it?
Vito Decanio.
Welcome to federal custody.
Been there twice, for a total of six hours.
ARAM: Third time's the charm.
Where are they?
You heard me. Where the hell are they?
COOPER: Agent Park... Where did you take them?
Alina, hey... He hit the convoy.
With Dr. sand. She and her son, they're gone.
I got no idea what you're talking about.
If you did anything to her... Okay. Stop.
If you did anything, we're gonna find out.
I didn't do anything.
But I'm in debt to the person who did.
Take him to interrogation.
Your personal therapist?
Yes, for which you'll be well paid and safe from harm.
You said Decanio's been arrested.
He has, but he has friends in high places.
Just not as high as me.
I helped him to protect my son.
Why should I help you?
I need your help.
And what I do, my professional life,
you will not be a part of that.
Helping you personally helps you professionally.
That's how this process works.
Just give me three months.
On the island of your choice.
At the end of which, you're free to go.
I hope you won't, but it'll be up to you.
Consider it a palate cleanser.
A transition from a distasteful past
to a delightfully piquant future.
Why me?
The details of my story are not for the faint of heart.
Based on your history,
I believe you can stomach pretty much anything.
I'm not a miracle worker.
No need. I already have one of those.
Let's talk islands.
Headache?
No.
Embarrassment.
For what?
What, losing it on Decanio?
(SCOFFS) Come on, I understand. This job...
This job can get under your skin.
It's hard, being someone who crosses lines.
People judge you for it, so then you judge yourself.
Dr. Sand is right.
We all have dark impulses.
And most of the time, there is no cure for that.
So, the idea...
Well, at least the idea I came up with after spending
my grandparents' entire inheritance on therapy is...
Is to not hate yourself because you have dark impulses,
but to love yourself in spite of them.
How big was your inheritance?
$86,749.
I'd say it was money well spent.
REDDINGTON: Harold, I hope you're right about the good doctor's efficacy.
Sand.
You took her.
"Took" is a big strong, but yes, she's agreed to work with me.
Instead of testifying against Decanio.
There'll be plenty of testifying against him
before it gets around to her.
Hopefully, by then, I'll be a better man
and she won't be so frightened.
Gotta fly, Harold.
Cvetko? He just called.
The prints match.
Dr. Sand.
We should talk.
(RUSTLING)
I told myself I wasn't honest with you
because if you found out the truth about me, about who I was,
you wouldn't like what you saw.
But the truth is, I wasn't honest
because I didn't like what I saw.
It adds up to the same thing.
I couldn't expect you to love me when I didn't love myself.
So, that's what I'm gonna try and do.
Learn to love myself.
And maybe you can love me, too.
(SIGHS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Harold Cooper.
DISTORTED VOICE: I texted a photo.
Look at it.
Who is this?
Look at it.
There's audio, too, of you and your friend evidence-tampering.
What do you want? So much.
And with what I know about you and the murder of Doug Koster,
I'm confident you're going to give it to me.
I found peace and tranquility
and a real feeling of...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Quiet.
Yet, I abandoned it
out of this compulsion for chaos and peril.
I had found light.
Yet I'm compelled by the dark.
It animates me,
so much so that I drag others into it.
Others that I care desperately about.
So, what is the purpose?
If I'm willing to risk everything good in my life,
to even defend risking it as necessary or just,
when I know
the result will only be...
A deepening darkness.
Tell me, where is this coming from right now?
Why now?
I recently discovered that I was betrayed
by my oldest and closest friend.
I'm apprehensive about the depth and breadth of my anger.