The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 11 - Mr. Gregory Devry (No. 95) - full transcript

Previously on
The Blacklist...

Sign the deal.

But I won't be an agent.
I'll be an asset like you.

United States has confirmed
the Cabal framed Elizabeth Keen.

Peter's become a liability.

We ask that you take care of
that problem for us.

I'll drop the Director
somewhere safe.

[ Knock on door ]

We've got 20 minutes.

There are three sleepers
in this main room

and one in the master bedroom.
Time is short,



so we won't be doing
cut-downs on site,

I've got a carpet van en route.

I want a full scrub.
Cheyenne, windows.

Haunani, floors.
We have 18 minutes, ladies.

Let's get to work.

[ Maxine Nightingale's "Right Back Where
We Started From" playing ]

♪ ooh, and it's all right
and it's coming long ♪

♪ we gotta get right back
to where we started from ♪

♪ love is good,
love can be strong ♪

♪ we gotta get right back
to where we started from ♪

♪ ah, ha ♪

[ Silenced gunshots ]

♪ do you remember the day ♪

You're a lucky one, sugar.
We're gonna leave you alive



so you can deliver a message
to Reddington personally.

Tell him we know.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

- ♪ if you get hurt ♪
- [ Door closes ]

♪ by the little things
I say ♪

_

♪ ooh, and it's all right
and it's coming long ♪

[ Cellphone rings ]

- Hello?
- ♪ love is good ♪

- ♪ love can be strong ♪
- Yes.

♪ we gotta get right back
to where we started from ♪

Yes, I understand.

♪ all right
and it's coming long ♪

Please, not at all.

I've been waiting for this day
for a while.

I'll be in DC soon.

[ Closes cellphone ]

♪ all right,
and it's coming long ♪

♪ we gotta get right back ♪

_

[ Telephone rings in distance ]

I feel terrible about this.

Don't. I mean, if anything,
feel relieved.

A week ago, I was facing
16 counts of capital murder.

Besides, I still got
my personal piece and a CCP.

Liz,
you're a convicted felon.

They withdrew
your concealed carry permit.

I'm gonna have to confiscate
any other firearms

you have in your possession.

Will I at least be issued
a weapon for field operations?

You're a consultant,
not a sworn officer.

- You won't be going on field operations.
- [ Gun clatters ]

What you are going to be
is a phenomenal resource.

- Your ability as a profiler is--
- I'm good. It's okay.

I appreciate the pep talk,
but I'm good.

I really am.

That makes one of us.

I told myself I wasn't gonna cry
so I'm gonna make this quick.

[ Sighs ]

[ Voice breaking ]
Apparently not quick enough.

- We love you, Agent Keen.
- You see, that's...

I'm not an agent anymore.

I put you all in
an impossible situation,

and for reasons
I'll never quite understand,

you gave me the benefit
of every doubt,

even Mr. I'm-Just-Doing-My-Job.

You did so much more than that.

There's nothing harder
than hunting one of our own,

especially when
she's innocent.

Hey, in all my years
with the Bureau,

I'm proud of the jobs
all of you did.

What have you heard
from Reddington?

I feel like
you're overreacting.

Given the circumstances,
I don't believe that's possible.

- About the ladies--
- Their families know

they'll be well provided for.

Thank you, dearie.

[ Door opens ]

Hello, Elizabeth.
Word of caution--

he's in a bad mood.

What do you know
about Shell Island?

- Never heard of it.
- Please.

The Shell Island retreat
is the pet name

for an assembly of affiliated
criminal organizations.

I'm sorry, wait.
Are you giving me a case?

You look surprised.

I thought maybe after all
we've been through

the past three months that
you might want to take a break.

I mean, aren't you exhausted?

Your past three months have been
what my life has been like

for the past 25 years.

I'm often exhausted.

The Shell Island retreat
is a ritual that dates back

to the roaring '20s.

The de facto
master of ceremonies

is Marcus Caligiuri,

next in line
to Espen Van Der Merwe,

but to assume leadership
in the Pater Dei group,

the world's oldest and largest
weapons dealer.

The leaders
of the Bratva, Yakuza,

and assorted
international cartels.

They gather when they are
presented with a problem

so difficult, it can only be

resolved by
enemies working together.

And where is
this Shell Island?

There is no Shell Island.
It's just a name.

The actual location
of the meeting

is always
a closely guarded secret.

I'd have thought
you would've been invited.

Howard Jasnoch.
He's a competitor of mine.

He's arranged transport
for the individual

who called the meeting.

- And who is that?
Red: - I don't know.

What I do know is
if he's called a meeting

and the members are gathering,
he's a very big fish.

Whatever is troubling him,
whatever has caught

the attention of these men
is critical.

No less than
an existential threat.

These meetings are infrequent,
Lizzy,

making this
a very rare opportunity.

Follow this fish, and you can
net the entire school.

Dmitri Sarkovski,
the CEO of Vitus One bank,

helped orchestrate
and now profits

from
the Greek financial collapse.

- Espen Van Der Merwe...
- Wanted by The Hague on, uh,

accessory charges
for a slew of war crimes.

All of them are at large
for charges,

including narcotics trafficking,
smuggling,

cyber crimes, and assassination.

And Reddington has confirmed
that all of them

will be in attendance
at this meeting?

The Shell Island retreat
provides a rare opportunity

to capture the heads of some

of the most lethal
organized crime syndicates.

Does he know where
this meeting will take place?

He knows someone who does--
Howard Jasnoch.

He's an underworld
travel agent of sorts.

According to Reddington,

he's preparing travel
for one of the attendees.

Hang on.
I got a flag on him.

Georgetown address.

Roll out, people.

- Keen.
- Oh.

Sorry.

Instinct.

It's not so bad.

[ Lowered voice ] I downloaded
the fourth series

of Doctor Who
on the mainframe.

Tom Baker is amazing.

[ Sea birds calling ]

[ Object clatters ]

We need to go to your boat.

Yeah.

- Now.
- Okay.

- [ Laughs ]
- Wait.

I gotta do one thing.

Okay, uh...

This is a washer.

But I promise you,
I'm gonna replace it

with something
so much better.

Elizabeth Keen...

will you marry me?

I know I wasn't
the best husband.

But I-I can be.

I can be. I don't wanna be
anyone else.

[ Laughs ]
I don't know what to say.

"Yes."
You can say... "Yes."

[ Breathes heavily ]
Tom...

If I've learned one thing
from being on the run

these past few months,

it's that I can't tell you

what I'm gonna want
10 years from now.

Even a year from now.

I just know what I want
right now.

Mypet: - ♪ tricky anaconda ♪
- [ Both moaning ]

♪ coming down the rabbit hole ♪

♪ did you ever wonder ♪

So, this isn't a no?

- [ Laughing ]
- ♪ how it's gonna go? ♪

[ Both breathing heavily ]

♪ coming out from under ♪

♪ round you go ♪

♪ I got you where I want you ♪

♪ never know
never know ♪

♪ oh, I got you
where I want you ♪

♪ where to go ♪

♪ well, this one
is gonna cost ya ♪

Howard Jasnoch.

We know you're moving
a client

to the Shell Island retreat.

I want
a name and location now.

I don't have a name,
I swear.

Only an address.

FBI! Hands, hands!

[ Men shouting indistinctly ]

Ressler: Who are you?

Man: Move, move!

[ Indistinct shouting
continues ]

Navabi: Ressler.

Who are you? I said!

- Reddington.
- [ Handcuffs click ]

Raymond Reddington.

Where have you been?

I came as soon as
I got the call.

- Who is this guy?
- He claims he's Reddington?

Yes, and we can't disprove it
with DNA

because there's nothing
on file from 1990

when Reddington disappeared.

Whoever he is, he has got Intel

on nearly every blacklister
Mr. Reddington has brought us.

There's criminal histories,
rap sheets,

news clippings written when
they were captured or killed.

He doesn't even look like him.

Well, in the five years
I hunted Reddington,

we had one photo of him.

It only had
a passing resemblance

to the man
we've been working with.

He disappeared 25 years ago.
Could've had surgery.

Truth is nobody really knows
what he might look like today.

But whoever he is,
he has too much classified data

for us not to take him
seriously.

I wanna know what he knows
and how he knows it.

[ Telephone rings in distance ]

[ Doors whirring,
alarm wailing ]

[ Whirring, alarm stops ]

So...

you're Raymond Reddington?

Must make you wonder
who you've been working with

these past few years.

Why don't you tell me
about the case files?

You know, for years,
I couldn't figure out

why my colleagues
were being targeted.

I didn't understand.

And then I saw you on TV
with him.

You're the fugitive.

Agent Keen, right?

You were in possession
of classified data.

How did you get it?

I knew someone was helping
the FBI.

Imagine my surprise
when I realized it was me.

Ray Reddington.

The case files--

how are they connected
to Shell Island?

You keep calling them
"case files."

These were people.

My friends.

They were criminals who were
taken down by the Bureau.

With the help of a man
you call Raymond Reddington.

He's an imposter.
He's using you.

You wanna know about
the case files?

About Shell Island?

I'll tell you,

as soon as you give me
10 minutes with him,

face to face.

The FBI

has no relationship
with Raymond Reddington.

No, they don't.
But they think they do.

The cases you've given us,
he said that you've been

targeting his colleagues.

He's a probe.
When we brought him in,

he was in possession
of classified data.

I'm not interested
in the data he has.

I'm interested in
the data he's looking for,

about me and my relationship
with this task force.

The manhunt exposed
your relationship to Liz.

Yes, people are talking

about whether I'm cooperating
with the FBI.

Rumors are swirling.

And whoever he is,

he was sent to determine
whether those rumors are true.

Has our friend arrived yet?

[ Telephone rings in distance ]

I'm excited to speak with him.

I know you're there,

and I know you told them
about Shell Island.

But since you're not me,
you didn't receive

an invitation, and you don't
know when and where

the meeting is taking place.

I do.
Of course you need a taste.

That's how this works, right?

He trades information
on his friends

to get what he wants.

Taste this--

an FBI executive
is going to be taken.

I can save her.

In exchange,
I want a meeting with him.

Face to face.

- He's bluffing.
- He has nothing to gain

by gaming us
and everything to lose.

If you agree to talk to him,
you're acknowledging

- we work together.
- Yeah, but if he doesn't,

an innocent person
could die.

Reddington, you cannot--
[ Button clicks ]

Hello there.

Are you enjoying
the accommodations?

Ah, there he is.
Excellent.

Let's begin.

In less than an hour,

an FBI executive,
Janet Macnamara,

will be abducted

by my friend
and regular at Shell Island,

Marcus Caligiuri.

Okay, Macnamara, Janet P.

Uh, she runs the FBI's
Human Intelligence Unit.

She's not an agent?
Why would she be a target?

She's a high-level executive

cleared to know
all Bureau assets,

including CIs like Reddington.

Caligiuri needs confirmation
about our relationship,

- she can give it to him.
- Okay, she's not at work.

She's picking up her son
at a piano lesson.

41st and Macaroy
in Hyattsville.

Ressler, Navabi,
get there now.

Oh, sorry. No, it's cool.

I got somewhere I gotta be, so...
[ Sighs ]

It's a secure building. There's
a 24-hour patrol officer.

It's the perfect apartment
for a young woman like you.

I love it.
Here's my application.

How soon can I move in?

Um, soon as possible,
Miss... Keen.

Elizabeth Keen?

- Yes. Is there a problem?
- No.

It's just...

There are a number of other
prospective tenants

who've already submitted
applications.

- But I thought you said--
- We'll review your application

and get right back to you.

I see.

Okay.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

We're looking for
Janet Macnamara.

[ Piano playing ]

I'll need a minute
to check.

- We good?
- We're fine.

Because you didn't say
anything on the way over.

You didn't just fire me.

We slept together one day,
and you fired me the next.

It's a little more complicated
than it, uh, sounds.

Room 5B.

Thank you.

[ Piano playing ]

- Janet Macnamara?
- Yes?

Agent Ressler, FBI.
This is Agent Navabi.

For your safety, you need to
come with us right now.

- What's happened?
- We'll explain it to you on the way.

No, I'm not going anywhere
without my son.

Whatever you're here for,
this must be

some kind of mistake.

[ Lowered voice ]
We got a problem.

Come here.

♪♪

[ Lowered voice ]
Get back in your room.

[ Gunshots ]

Oh!

- Stay down!
- Don't shoot!

[ Grunts ]

Everybody back in your room!
FBI.

- [ Hammer clicks ]
- [ Grunts ]

- Just the woman I was looking for.
- Mom, no!

Let her go! Mom!

Tyler, stay there!
[ Grunts ]

Janet!
Hey, where's your mother?

Stay there.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Tires squeal, gunshot ]

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Horn honks ]

[ Tires screech ]

- [ Gasps ]
- [ Grunts ]

You.

Who are you?

March 8, 1985,
I ran point on an attack

on the Beirut home of
Mohammad Hussein Fadlallah.

June 1989, I coordinated
Operation Minesweep,

which provided back office
support and oversight

for Naval Intelligence

operations in Kuwait carried out
by the 160th SOAR.

The op was off the books
but can be confirmed

by Assistant Director
Harold Cooper.

How the hell does he know that?

If I'm not who I say I am,

how would I know that
Raymond Reddington

held TS-SCI clearance

from the office
of Naval Intelligence?

If I'm not Reddington, how would
I know that four years ago

he hosted
the Shell Island retreat

at a chateau
in Ile-de-France?

[ Laughs ]

I must confess to feeling
curiously flattered.

Hook us up to
a forensic polygraph

and ask the only question
that matters--

are you an imposter?

I'll submit to the test.

Will you?

How'd he know about Fadlallah?

Did you host a Shell Island
retreat four years ago?

- I did. - But you can't tell us
where it's being held this year?

Why didn't you take him up
on the polygraph test?

Because I can defeat
a polygraph.

So can he, or he wouldn't
have suggested it.

If I were you, Harold,
I'd concern myself

with finding Janet Macnamara,
who apparently knows all about

our little arrangement here.

You need to find Janet
before she talks.

I forgot how much
it sickens me to come here.

Then why bother? Why give a guy
like that the time of day?

Because my life
depends on it.

Not if you move on.
We beat Berlin and the Cabal.

Isn't that enough for you?

It is for me.

Is it?

I-I know I'm lucky
the way things turned out,

but I can't even rent
an apartment

because people think
I'm a criminal.

Tom thinks we should just
go away and start over.

Maybe he's right.

- Tom.
- [ Door whirring ]

There's something
you need to see.

[ Candlestick holder thuds ]

The Cabal is in green.

Their affiliates are in red.
Their competition is in blue.

Since I've been a fugitive,

the pestilence on this map
has only grown.

This is what we're up against--
a multi-headed hydra.

You cut off one head,
it grows two others,

you have to cut off every head
and burn the rest of it.

It's a mythic battle,

and it's not anywhere close
to being over.

It's your battle, not mine.

I wish that were true,
Lizzy.

But the manhunt revealed
certain facts

that had long been hidden...
about you.

Me?

Katarina Rostova was a name
that had been lost to history.

Masha Rostova was never more
than suspicion and rumor.

The manhunt
and the publicity it generated

changed all of that.

But who would care that
I'm Katarina Rostova's daughter?

The daughter of
a legendary spymaster,

the secret-keeper
who disappeared--

Disappeared?

You and Sam told me
she's dead.

The secrets she took with her
could compromise

any number of players
on that map.

They'll be coming.
They'll be coming for you.

- But I don't know anything.
- They don't know that.

You can't walk away, Lizzy.

They won't let you.

Who are you?

Knowing my name is no way
to stay alive.

So let's forgo introductions,
shall we, Janet?

What do you want?

Information.

One of two men
will die today.

One is a killer--
filth who deserves what he gets.

The other one
is a cabinetmaker.

No.

He's very good
with his hands.

He has an eye for beautiful
design and fine details.

I'm sure that's why
you married him.

[ Gasps ]

[ Lowered voice ] If you tell me
what I need to know,

I'll make certain

the right man dies today.

- Hmm?
- [ Breathes unevenly ]

Janet Macnamara's been taken.

To get her back,
we have to find Caligiuri.

I want the location
of the Shell Island retreat.

I'm not
the FBI informant.

Reddington doesn't know
where they're meeting.

Unless he knows exactly
where it is

because it's the scene
of his next command performance.

That's why he had me
arrested--

so I'd be here while
he's putting on his show.

He's using you to take
my seat at the table.

[ Chuckles ]
What do you want?

Let me walk.

Not gonna happen.

Hmm.

If you do,

I will tell you where
the retreat is taking place.

You said you weren't
an informant.

I lied. I'm a criminal.
He exploited me.

He's exploiting you, too.

I get my freedom.

You get
a dozen major criminals.

I mean, forget it.
The guy's unreliable.

Everything he has said
has checked out.

It's our best chance
at finding Macnamara.

For all we know,

he could've staged her abduction
to increase his value.

A woman's life
hangs in the balance.

Trusting him is a risk
we have to take.

- I disagree. - Well, it's not your
decision to make anymore, is it?

Sir?

Make the deal.
Put a wire on him.

Don't let him
out of your sight.

We cut a deal--

immunity in exchange for
taking us to the meeting.

We're marshalling
strike teams now.

Harold is nothing
if not predictable.

I know you said you don't know
where this meeting is,

and I want to believe you,

but if this is another one
of your games,

if you have some sort
of hidden agenda,

and you plan on going, don't.

If we show up and you're there,

it'll only confirm
their suspicions.

Thank you for your concern,
Lizzy.

♪♪

Borsheim.

[ Keypad beeps ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Thank you.

Reddington. Fashionably late
as always, huh?

Marcus.

Hello, everyone.

It's good to see so many friends
and even more enemies.

Welcome to Shell Island.

Man: - Cheers.
- [ Woman toasts indistinctly ]

You'll be recording evidence
of a conspiracy

which will be used
in their prosecution

and to justify your release.

If you could remove
your jacket.

[ Latches click ]

[ Groans ]
This isn't the TSA.

These people have
real security.

Before I'm allowed to even

set foot
in the penthouse dining room,

I'll be diverted
into an adjoining suite.

I'll be asked to relinquish
all weapons and personal items.

- [ Whirs, beeps ]
- I will then be relieved of electronic devices

and asked for a password.

Red: Borsheim.

My clothes will be physically
and electronically inspected

before I step out
onto the 22nd floor.

Which is why we'll be deploying

the latest surveillance tech
from the CIA.

What about
transmitter intercepts?

The transmitters run
on a delay.

Once activated, they won't
come online for four minutes.

And during that window,

they can't be detected
by security.

What if it takes longer
than four minutes

to get through security?

Let's hope it doesn't.

Comforting to see
that everyone's appetites

for food, lies, and larceny have
not diminished over the years.

And although some of you
might have room

for yet another dessert

or patience
for one more hilarious story,

I'm afraid I don't.

Earlier this week, the murder
of three of my contractors

was ordered by someone
in this room

to send a message
that they believed

I was working with the FBI.

It was a vile, cowardly,
unforgivable act,

that quite frankly has resulted
in very little impact on me

when compared to
the devastating loss

felt by the children
of those three dead women.

Now, given the publicity
surrounding the assistance

I rendered to Special Agent
Elizabeth Keen

during her recent stint
as a fugitive,

I understand where
one's suspicion may come from,

but it is unfounded.

And before this dinner is over,

I will not only prove
that I have not betrayed us,

I will identify the person
who has.

Save your breath, Reddington.
Your grave's already been dug.

I'm sorry, but "been dug"?
Is that correct?

That doesn't sound correct,
Marcus.

- I think it's "digged."
- It is "dug."

I'm fairly sure "digged"
is the archaic past tense.

I suppose they're both
grammatically correct.

Sounds funny either way.
I'm sorry. You were saying?

2 years ago, 20 of us
broke bread at this table.

Now there are 12.

We have lost Hector Lorca,
Floriana Campo--

And others.
What's your point, Marcus?

[ Snaps fingers ]

My name is Janet Macnamara.

I run the Human Intelligence
Unit at FBI headquarters.

We keep track of
all the criminal informants

employed by the Bureau.

Over the past two years,

our most valuable asset
has been Raymond Reddington.

I thought we weren't
supposed to have phones.

[ Horns honking ]

Aram: Okay, do we need
to review? You have--

Ray: Four minutes.

Status?

Alpha teams have taken

the northeast corner
on Benson Place.

Bravo's covered the hotel.

Charlie holds the south,

and Delta's waiting
on my command.

90 seconds.

One spotter at the door.
I'll take him on breach.

Has the target cleared
the lobby?

Not yet.

75.

Okay, he's in the elevator.

You allege you have nothing
to do with the demise

of our associates,
and yet do you deny

that you have benefited
from their misfortune?

No, I profited handsomely.

I didn't realize
that was against the rules.

It's not, but we know
you weren't

just working with Agent Keen
while she was a fugitive.

Okay, transmitter's up.

- [ Taps key ]
- Why am I not hearing anything?

Aram, is he in or not?

The only assistance I gave
Agent Keen

was after she shot
the Attorney General.

They were on TV always
working together.

She was a fugitive, Dmitri.

I was paid a significant fee
by certain unnamed parties

to aid in her escape.

It's what I do.

That is true,
but we are not just

relying on the word
of Janet Macnamara.

She provided us with access
to documentation

confirming that
in the last 28 months,

significant resources
have been directed

to a top secret task force

dedicated to the apprehension
of key figures

in the so-called
criminal underworld

based on information provided by
a single high-level informant.

You.

And that is a fact.

One you cannot deny.

Take your seat, Marcus.
Your information is incorrect,

and you're standing
in my light.

You know what your problem is?
You talk too much.

That's not gonna be
a problem anymore.

[ Whispering indistinctly ]

It appears we have
a late arrival.

- Okay, he's in.
- [ Elevator bell dings ]

How fortuitous.
We were just talking about you.

You.

How the hell did you
get in here?

- Wait, is it me or--
- That sounds like Reddington.

This can't be good.

May I present to you
Raymond Reddington?

[ All murmuring ]

Pour the man a glass
of this wonderful port.

It appears this party's
just getting started.

[ Murmuring continues ]

He lied to us. He knew that
location the whole time.

Why? What's his angle?

I don't know, and I don't care,
but I'm calling that breach.

The minute you do,
it'll prove Red's with us.

He'll be killed.

Liz: Reddington knows
our protocol. If he's in there,

it's because
he knew we'd find him.

He knows we're listening.

If he's willing
to roll the dice,

we should be, too.

Raymond, what is this?

He's not Raymond Reddington.
He knew I called this meeting.

He knew that
I was going to accuse him

of being an impostor,
so he beat me here.

I told you that before
this dinner was done,

I would prove my innocence

and identify
the person who'd betrayed us.

Meet the fake Red. Faux Red.
Fred.

Fred?

I took Agent Elizabeth Keen

on as a client when she was
a fugitive to gain her trust

in exchange for information
as to who was responsible

for decimating our ranks.

Like you, I'd heard the rumors

that I was the one
who betrayed us.

And sure enough,
after gaining her trust,

she confirmed that the Bureau's
confidential informant

was a Raymond Reddington.

- I am so totally confused.
- Is it possible they know each other?

If that's true, my head
is definitely going to explode.

Red: By the way,
very clever, Marcus.

Abducting Janet Macnamara
in your search for the truth.

But you and I both know
the confession you coerced

from that poor woman
you're holding

at Calabrese Fine Imports

was simply to confirm your lie.

You got that?

Yeah. Calabrese Fine Imports.

2119 McWhorther Street.

On my way.
Dispatch tac teams.

[ Engine revs, tires screech ]

I think we're gonna kill
both of you.

You've been nipping at my heels
ever since the incident

at that awful karaoke bar
in Mombasa.

You're a liar.

I would very much like to hear
what he has to say.

It's simple.
Marcus hired him.

- Hired?
- To surrender himself to the FBI,

pretending to be me

so he could use the feds
to dismantle my business.

- [ Laughs ] This is absurd.
- Words, words, words. No proof.

You want proof?

The FBI
would never fly blind

into an operation like this.

He's wired.

♪♪

Ahh! Aah!

[ Grunts ]

You can go after
a man's business, Marcus,

even his associates,
but other than family,

the only thing off-limits
is a man's reputation.

You have given false allegations
against my good name,

which will be whispered
and repeated

by those
who envy my success

no matter how thoroughly
I repudiate them.

"Repudiate them."

Words.
That's all you ever had.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

I never wear cufflinks.

[ Thudding, clatter ]

[ Radio static whines ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

- I lost the signal.
- Go! Breach! Now!

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Grunting ]

The FBI.

Actually, those belong to me.

Helicopters.
They'll be escaping on the roof.

But I suspect the FBI
is on its way...

because of you.

So now we're all in
a bit of a hurry.

Man: Move!

[ Men shouting indistinctly ]

I need you to put to rest

any question
about who hired you.

Now.

It was Caligiuri.

You lying bastard!

He came to me,
said he had a plan,

said he knew about
Elizabeth Keen.

I'm gonna kill you.

[ Grunts ]

[ Whispers ]
You were right, Marcus.

I am the informant.

Tell all our friends in Hell
to be patient.

I'll be along soon enough.

[ Grunts, Marcus thuds ]

Perhaps we should all get
our hats and coats.

What about him?

Oh, yes. About him.

[ Gunshot ]

Fastest way to the roof
is this express elevator.

We're not going up, Dmitri.

We're taking the service
elevator down to the garage.

Then who are the choppers for?

[ Blades whirring,
men shouting indistinctly ]

Navabi:
Why aren't they landing?

The roof is clear.
I repeat, the roof is clear.

[ Sighs ]

The choppers were just
a diversion.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Explosion ]

[ Gunfire,
men shouting indistinctly ]

Aah!

- Janet Macnamara.
- Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Hang in there. I'm gonna
get you out of here, all right?

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

I know you've been through
a terrible ordeal, Janet,

and I'm sorry for that.

But unfortunately your knowledge
of my relationship

with the Bureau
is inherently dangerous

to you,
your family, and to me.

So please listen carefully
and follow my instructions

to the letter.

First thing tomorrow,
you will inform your superiors

that the trauma
of today's experience was such

that you have re-ordered
your priorities

and wish to spend more time
with Bob, Tyler, and the dogs.

You are going to move to
Santa Monica, California.

I've purchased a beach house.
The deed is in that envelope.

Your property taxes will be
paid for on a biannual bases,

and I'll be checking on you
from time to time

to make sure
you're still safe.

Travel safely, Janet.

The sunset over the Pacific
is magnificent.

What was his name?

Gregory Devry.

Were you close?

Gregory was a dear friend...
and a brilliant grifter.

He made a good living
conning con men.

Short of George Sanders,

I can think of no one I'd
rather have pretend to be me.

But you killed him.

Gregory had terminal
stomach cancer.

So at his request,
I euthanized him.

You manufactured a doppelganger
to reclaim your reputation.

I have many contingency plans
in place. This was one.

Why not tell us?

The FBI

would never permit me
to do the very thing necessary

to make the plan work.

Let everyone escape.

So they could spread the word
that we're not working together.

Are we working together?

The way you were talking before,
I wasn't so sure.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

[ Sniffles ]

Tom?

No. The woman who turned me down
for the apartment.

Elizabeth,
this is Barbara Menninger.

Look, I wanted to apologize.

When I realized who you are,
I just-- I overreacted.

Frankly, I thought you were
a pretty terrible person,

and that was wrong.

You've been exonerated.
You deserve a second chance,

and so I want you to know,
the apartment's yours,

if you still want it.

[ "It Works Itself Out"
by Half Moon Run playing ]

♪ is it all that you need ♪

♪ to get back and feel good ♪

♪ satisfied that you did
what you could ♪

♪ it works itself out ♪

♪ works itself out ♪

Thank you...

for everything.

♪ just, is it time
to take a look ♪

You won't lose her,
no matter what happens.

♪ bound by... ♪

♪♪

♪ you put your thoughts
into the shape of a weapon ♪

♪ all you did was learn
a terrible lesson ♪

You wanted to see me?

What is this place?

♪ sell me out ♪

♪ again ♪

You will not marry her.

[ Scoffs ]

Why?

Because I didn't ask
daddy's permission?

Is that really why
you called me here?

Or did you just want someone
to play go fish?

You married her
over my objection once.

It will not happen again.

♪ ...by distractions ♪

- Are you that woman? Elizabeth Keen?
- [ Car door closes ]

- [ Grunting ] No!
- [ Thud ]

[ Grunting ]

You're a traitor!

[ Both grunting ]

♪♪

Ms. Keen.
How you feeling?

[ Inhales sharply ]
Well, all things considered...

[ Sighs ]
Like crap.

Well, we, uh, we got back
your MRIs and, uh,

looks like you sustained
three broken ribs.

No other internal injuries
or bleeding.

There's really nothing much
we can do about those ribs,

but just tough it out
until they heal.

I've broken a few before.

Yeah, we noticed that.
But hey, uh, good news.

The baby's fine.

It is?

The baby.

Uh, yeah.

But you really, uh,
have to be more careful

now that you're pregnant.

[ Exhales sharply ]

♪♪