The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 16 - The Caretaker (No. 78) - full transcript
Red (James Spader) pursues a Blacklister whose secrets are threatening to unleash a wave of revenge attacks. As she plans her future with Tom (Ryan Eggold), Liz (Megan Boone) continues looking for the truth about her mother.
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Elizabeth Keen,
will you marry me?
You will not marry her.
Why? Because I didn't
ask daddy's permission?
Thanks, boys.
- [ Gunfire ]
- Aah!
Red: He's reckless.
He's not worthy
of being your husband,
and he sure as hell is not
worthy of raising that child.
I want to keep the baby.
Our baby.
News anchor: The online recording
implicates the United States
in the murder
of a Chinese official.
The recording appears to prove
that Zhang Lau was poisoned
as part of a plot
orchestrated by this man,
State Department Official
Russell Pritchard.
How-- how the hell
did this happen?
My face is all over the news.
Well, you better
get me out of Beijing.
- [ Tires screech ]
- The Chinese are looking for me.
It's only a matter of time
before--
[ Car doors close ]
Hey. Hey, wait.
Please! Please!
That recording isn't real!
It's all some kind of frame-up!
It was released by a man
called The Caretaker!
That's who you have to find!
The Caretaker!
- Help! Help!
- [ Tires squeal ]
♪ people say
a man is made outta mud ♪
♪ a poor man's made
outta muscle and blood ♪
♪ muscle and blood
and skin and bones ♪
♪ a mind that's weak
and a back that's strong ♪
♪ you load 16 tons,
and what do you get? ♪
♪ another day older
and deeper in debt ♪
♪ Saint Peter,
don't you call me ♪
♪ 'cause I can't go ♪
♪ I owe my soul ♪
[ Dialing ]
- [ Ringing ]
- ♪ to the company store ♪
It's me.
The first secret
has been released.
The second one
will come very soon.
_
Made you breakfast.
I'm the one who's supposed to be
taking care of you.
Hm.
Come here for a minute.
Mm.
Wow.
You're feeling better.
Much.
That's good.
What is this?
Yes.
Yes... what?
Yes, I want to marry you.
[ Laughs ]
- Are you for real?
- Yes.
I want to take care of you
for the rest of our lives,
for better
and definitely for worse.
I don't know what to say.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
[ Groans ] Maybe he'll be
walking you down the aisle.
Not if you're at
the other end of it.
- [ Knock on door ]
- Good point.
Hey, I have a delivery for a Tom
Keen from safe stop pharmacy.
Oh, I can get it.
Oh, it's prescription medicine.
I need a patient signature.
I-I got it.
It's fine.
I'm good.
I'm great.
- Rest.
- I will.
[ Door closes ]
You got everything?
Yep--
Percocet for the pain
and a Glock 26
for your pleasure.
How are you feeling?
We've decided
to keep the baby.
[ Chuckles ]
We?
I've accepted
Tom's proposal.
We're gonna get married.
Right.
I know
how you feel about him.
I hope
you'll keep an open mind.
[ Chuckles ]
Are you aware that a gentleman
in your State Department
has been murdered
in Beijing?
Yes.
Fished out of the Hai river.
His name
was Russell Pritchard.
Murdered by the Chinese
as payback
for the assassination of
a Chinese official, Zhang Lau.
How?
With the help
of Addison Wen,
an extremely powerful
Chinese-American businessman.
While Zhang Lau was in town
visiting the UN,
Mr. Wen invited him
to a dinner party at his home.
That night,
Zhang Lau is poisoned by agents
that Mr. Wen agreed to let
the State Department
place on
his serving staff.
That agreement, it seems, was
recorded by Addison Wen himself.
He knew once the murder
was committed,
he'd be considered
a loose end by your government.
He wanted insurance
that the government
wouldn't kill him.
Precisely.
Which brings us
to our next blacklister.
They call him The Caretaker,
a secret keeper--
documents, recordings,
photos.
The caretaker maintains
an impenetrable safe-deposit
vault for criminals,
governments,
captains of industry,
and he only releases
those secrets
according to one's
specific instructions.
So, in Addison Wen's case,
that recording was leverage.
He probably
didn't want in released
unless he was
murdered or arrested
for the poisoning
of Zhang Lau.
I agree.
And yet, my sources
tell me Addison Wen
is very much alive and was
in no danger of prosecution,
which means something
has gone terribly wrong.
The integrity of
The Caretaker's operation
is the only thing
preventing thousands
of closely guarded secrets
from being exposed,
secrets that implicate
powerful and dangerous people.
Woman: I'm begging you.
I don't know who you are.
I've done nothing to you.
Please.
Please,
you don't have to do this.
You can let me go.
Please!
If his system is failing,
I assure you,
Russell Pritchard's death
is only the beginning.
Department Official
Russell Pritchard...
Liz:
According to Reddington,
the recording
of Pritchard and Addison Wen
is just one secret of thousands.
He says The Caretaker
has evidence of murder,
corruption, blackmail,
and not just from governments--
from corporations, billionaires.
This is the kind of information
people kill to acquire.
Kill to keep secret.
He wants us to find The
Caretaker and contain the leaks.
Why? Isn't it best
for the truth to come out?
That sounds
a little naive.
Cooper:
All right, morality aside,
let's just find this guy
and deal with whatever secrets
he's keeping one at a time.
Start with Addison Wen.
If he deposited a recording
with The Caretaker,
maybe he knows
what the hell is going on.
And we better get to him fast.
If he helped us kill Zhang Lau,
the Chinese are gonna
want a word with him.
Well, you don't seem
very surprised to see me.
[ Chuckles ] They say
two things will survive
a nuclear holocaust--
cockroaches and twinkies.
You're a little of both.
I'll make this
easy for you.
And hard.
I'm here
to make you an offer.
Mind if I change into some
clothes before we negotiate?
Be my guest.
So, what's the offer?
Peace.
Despite the fact that you
shot me and left me for dead.
Uhp.
That's far enough.
[ Grunting ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Both grunting ]
Ugh!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Breathless ]
Damn it, woman.
Why does it always have to be
like this with you?
I came here for peace.
Peace is boring.
Not if I have to put a hole
in your head to get it.
And you come at me again, that's
exactly what I'm gonna do.
[ Sighs ]
[ Birds cawing ]
[ Sighs ]
Hello, Jeanette.
[ Engine starts ]
Tell us
about The Caretaker.
I was told
he could keep a secret.
I was misinformed.
Navabi: Mr. Wen, tell us
everything you know about him,
and maybe we won't give you
to the Chinese.
I'm an American.
You can't extradite me.
Who said anything
about extradition?
Tom and I
are getting married.
That's great.
After everything
you've been through,
I'm happy you found
your way back to each other.
I know from my own
personal experience...
That's not
an easy thing to do.
I'm so sorry about what's
happening with you and Charlene.
Forget about that.
You're getting married!
[ Laughs ]
It's crazy.
[ Sighs ]
I just wish...
Despite everything
she's put me through,
I wish
my mom could be there.
Of course you do.
That's only natural.
I mean, everybody
has something to say about her.
I just wish I knew the truth
for myself, you know?
And you're sure there's no one
who can help you find it?
I tracked down
this one man-- Anton Velov.
He said
he didn't know much,
but I think he was
holding something back.
Sounds like you should
pay this Mr. Velov a visit.
Could be you
didn't poison Zhang Lau,
but the recording proves
that you conspired to,
so you've got no play here
except to start talking.
I don't have
anything to say.
I don't know his name.
We never met.
But you gave him the recording.
How?
I put it in the tubes.
Tubes?
What tubes?
The US Post Office initiated
pneumatic tube service in 1893.
Soon, it had over 27 miles
of tubes running beneath
Manhattan, Brooklyn,
and The Bronx,
and that is just
the post office.
There were libraries, hospitals,
department stores.
According to Wen,
The Caretaker uses the system
to transport documents
and other hard media.
Which one of these tubes
leads to this Caretaker?
There are hundreds of tubes and
thousands of terminal points.
Ressler: It's a potential
superhighway to transport drugs,
cash, contraband
right under our noses.
There is no way
to untangle it.
I know someone who can.
Who?
He's quite an eccentric,
a recluse.
But I'm a faithful client,
and he's agreed
to meet with us.
There is one thing
that I can't seem to...
wrap my head around.
What?
Tom.
After all the lies,
all the deception
and humiliation,
how you can just forgive
and forget.
I haven't forgotten.
Forgiveness can't
change the past,
but I believe
it can change the future.
That's
a charming sentiment.
But as far
as I'm concerned,
some things
are unforgivable.
Shall we?
He's here?
He's approximately
60 feet beneath our feet.
He calls himself Hugo.
He's a hobbyist of sorts.
Spent 20 years
meticulously restoring
and expanding the old
BRT pneumatic tube system.
So it's true.
It really exists.
Oh, yes. Fully functional
and wonderfully reliable.
Hugo runs it as
a private service
to a specialized
clientele.
I've been a client
since his early days,
and I'm wagering
The Caretaker is, as well.
Oh.
Try not to stare.
[ Knock on door ]
Hugo!
I see you're busy
as ever.
- [ Bell rings ]
- Raymond?
You didn't say
you were bringing persons.
Well, you know Dembe.
And this is former FBI Agent
Elizabeth Keen.
FBI?
Liz: They employ me
as a consultant.
He employs me
as an inside source.
And in that capacity,
she has alerted me
to a troubling development...
- [ Bell rings ]
- ...and may have grave repercussions
for many of your clients
and, well, you.
Me?
I need you
to give me the location
for one of those clients--
The Caretaker.
I can't violate
a client's privacy.
That-- that'd be
a violation.
Normally, I would agree.
But The Caretaker's system
has been compromised,
and the FBI
are looking for him.
They will find him.
And then...
They'll find me.
No doubt.
But if you can give us
his location,
Ms. Keen will steer the Bureau
away from you,
guaranteeing
you will not be imprisoned.
Now,
wouldn't that be nice?
Hello, Jeanette.
[ Grunts ]
I want out.
[ Laughs ]
Gina, I never thought
I would, but I do.
We don't save people,
Gina.
We watch them drown.
And I'm tired
of hurting people.
I want to start
pulling people up
instead of
holding them down.
And I can't think of
a better place to start
than right here with you.
So...
I could end this
right now.
I could go find the major,
and I could end him, too.
Or...
we can just agree
to just walk away.
I don't come after you,
and you don't come after me
or my family.
[ Chuckles ]
I should have said yes
that night in Budapest.
No, Gina.
Listen to me.
I'm asking you
to help me walk away.
Please.
Someday, maybe someone will
do the same thing for you.
I'll try.
♪ up from the grave
he arose ♪
♪ with mighty triumph
o'er his foes ♪
According to Reddington,
one of the pneumatic tube lines
leads to the basement
of The Caretaker's house.
In what world
does that make any sense?
[ Chuckles ]
Only in Reddington's.
The house should be
just around this corner.
Hold up.
What's that?
It's a little late
for a burial.
♪ he arose the victor
of his dark domain ♪
♪ and lives forever
with his saints to reign ♪
♪ up from the grave
he arose ♪
♪ with a mighty-- ♪
Drop the knife.
Drop the knife!
Hands where we can see them!
Now we know
where he keeps his secrets.
The video that was released--
a man died because of it.
We're told
other people will die
when other secrets
are released.
Is this a deliberate leak
or negligence--
a flaw in your security?
Who penetrated
your system?
No one.
The system is perfect.
I released the video.
[ Water running ]
Woman: I'm begging you.
I've done nothing to you.
Please.
Please, you don't
have to do this.
You can let me go.
Please!
Please!
You don't have to--
You have 24 hours to release
ledger item number 2156--
Luftreiber Airlines
and the German government.
Please, daddy!
Just do what they say!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Screams ]
They kidnapped my daughter.
For three generations,
my family has guarded
the secrets of presidents,
corporations, criminals.
The traditions,
the pride of my fathers
is nothing compared
to the love I hold for Rose.
She's all I have.
They know that.
Who?
Who are they?
They took her
and the ledger.
They have
the names of my clients
and the locations of the secrets
I keep for them.
They've ordered me to betray
a second secret by midnight...
or Rose will die.
Navabi: We can help you.
We will do everything we can
to help find Rose,
but we can't do that without
knowing the secret
the kidnappers
wanted to know.
You confiscated it already
from the grave--
the canister.
Red: Luftreiber Air? What secret
of theirs is he keeping?
A copy of a contract
between an airline
and the German government.
100 million euros up front,
50 million euros
for every year thereafter--
"For services rendered."
It's dated March 4, 2007.
I got a hit.
April 12, 2007.
An A318 Airbus
operated by Luftreiber
crashed just after takeoff
at Tripoli International.
That was back in March.
All 107 passengers
and 6 crew dead.
That's when airline officials
announced
the crash was due to
an avionic malfunction.
All very cut-and-dried.
Unless the rumors were true.
A terrorist attack.
Then why would the airline
assume liability?
Perhaps to shift blame
from another institution,
one with an even
great responsibility
for the safety
of German citizens.
The German government?
You're suggesting
that the terrorists
warned the government
beforehand.
And they failed to alert
the airline to the threat.
Luftreiber claims
responsibility,
shielding the bureaucrats
from a scandal in exchange for
remuneration for the inevitable
blizzard of lawsuits.
One hand washes the other.
So, the airline places
the contract in escrow
with The Caretaker as leverage
against exposure.
Have you got any leads
on who abducted his daughter?
She was last seen at her office
three days ago.
Ressler's there right now
reviewing the security video.
Forward me anything
he finds.
But under no circumstances
can that contract
become public knowledge.
If we do nothing,
Rose Janus will die at midnight.
We still have two hours.
Very well.
Make every minute count.
But if you fail, I warn you,
do not expose the Germans.
Anton.
Your guest is here.
Anton:
Thank you, Darla.
Thank you for meeting with me,
Mr. Velov.
About a year ago, I came to
visit you in your restaurant.
I remember.
You were asking
about Katarina Rostova.
That's right.
I was hoping you could answer
a few more questions for me.
She was just a name.
One of many I heard
when I was with Spetsnaz.
Beyond that,
I know nothing.
Please.
She was my mother.
Dear, I cannot help you.
I would if I could,
believe me.
I, too, have daughter.
The life I led,
the things I had to do,
she won't talk to me.
I try to explain,
but there are some--
some things which
can never be forgiven.
I'm sorry, um...
Why did you agree
to meet with me
if you can't help me?
My daughter.
I don't know where she is.
I am dying.
I have written her
this letter.
You are with FBI, no?
You can find her.
Give it to her.
Please.
It explains everything.
[ Dialing ]
[ Ringing ]
He told her nothing.
You're certain?
He spent most of the time
talking about his own daughter.
Thank you, Darla.
She deserves the truth.
Watch the road, Dembe.
Ressler: That's Rose Janus.
And this is the license plate
of the kidnapper's van.
Run it. Find it.
We've got 90 minutes
before they execute her.
That's not enough time.
We have to release
the Luftreiber contract.
Germany is one of
our closest allies.
I mean, you really want
to embarrass them like that?
Yes.
And you should, too.
They were warned by terrorists,
did nothing,
and covered it up.
If Reddington's theory
is true.
But the contract
is for services rendered.
There was no mention
of terrorism or the crash.
I mean, the date is
circumstantial.
We have
no hard evidence--
But a hell
of a smoking gun.
Nothing on the van.
It's a late-model Chevy Express.
There are thousands registered
in the Tri-State area.
And the plates were stolen
from a Honda Accord
on the day of the abduction.
Do it.
Leak the contract.
- That's a mistake.
- You're right.
It will embarrass Germany,
and it could damage
diplomatic relations.
No one will be killed
because of that.
If we do nothing,
Rose Janus will die.
The kidnapper's
instructions--
- We know what they are.
- Follow them.
To the letter.
What is it?
What do you see?
[ Sighs ]
What you said about forgiveness
changing the future--
it comforts me to know
you're looking forward again.
The future holds
such promise.
The past--
so many regrets.
The van is lined
with Chobham ballistic armor.
Virtually impregnable,
heat resistant,
most often deployed
in tanks and APCs.
So it's military.
It's an after-market job--
very specialized.
Only a few custom shops
have the equipment necessary
to install it.
I can't say which one,
but I know someone who can.
- [ Rock music plays ]
- [ Drill whirring ]
Semo!
Hey!
How you doing, sole?!
- Huh?
- [ Laughs ]
You still got
that sweet GTO?
Oh, sadly no.
I gave it to
a North Korean general
in exchange for
a young woman's freedom.
Ooh.
I know a lot of women.
I'd have kept the goat.
[ Laughs ]
As I recall, you've always
carried a torch for oldsmobiles.
I have a line on a low-mileage,
pristine 1970 442
with a factory W-30 package.
I can put you in touch
in exchange for a small favor.
You interested?
What do you think?
[ Footsteps approaching ]
Cynthia Panabaker.
I drew the short straw.
Harold Cooper.
You have any idea how much
this place spooks Main Justice?
Reven Wright and Diane Fowler
were good people.
They were patriots assigned to
oversee this task force
and now they are missing
and presumed dead.
No one wants to know what
happened to them more than I.
I have no interest in disappearing
or dying in the foreseeable future,
so I will watch your back
and you will watch mine.
Are we clear?
Your assistant said you had
a matter of some urgency
to discuss.
We have a major
national security breach.
Anybody with a tree to shake
has been ordered to shake it,
see if anything falls out.
This is
the Reddington tree.
How can we help?
Two known terrorists
penetrated the port of Tampa
14 hours ago.
German BND had them
hard on the radar,
and we lost them.
The terrorists?
No, the Germans.
Seems someone
leaked some documents
implicating them
in some kind of cover-up,
and they think it was us.
Why would they suspect--
I don't know.
They're Germans.
Now, they may end up
sharing their intel,
but for right now,
they're pissed,
and we can't afford
to wait till they calm down,
so find out
what Reddington knows.
Before anything blows up
would be nice.
[ Cellphone rings ]
- [ Beeps ]
- Cooper.
The gunmen who took
Rose Janus--
- I've got an address.
- How?
Reddington spotted some
custom work on their van,
traced it to a chop shop.
We got a physical address
on the customer.
I want that address.
Then I want you back here
with Reddington.
Why?
What happened?
I just got paid a visit
by the White House Counsel.
We have bigger problems than
saving The Caretaker's daughter.
Two known terrorists
penetrated the border
through the port of Tampa.
Two hours ago,
a cargo truck was stolen
from a shipping company
near the port,
and whoever took it
was smart enough
to disable
its satellite tracker.
And the White House is asking
for Reddington's help?
At this point, I think
they'll take help from anybody.
[ Laughs ]
The German BND
captured chatter indicating
that an attack on a major
domestic target is imminent.
According to their intel,
the terrorists have access
to a metric ton of C-4,
which was stolen
from a Mexican armory.
The Germans
were tracking it, but...
What?
Oh, my God.
You released
the Luftreiber contract,
and now the Germans
are refusing to cooperate.
I did it
to save a woman's life.
And now many more
may die.
I don't mean to gloat,
but boy, did I tell you so.
You know everything there is
to know about port security.
Yes, but this isn't about
port security.
It's about cargo theft
in Florida.
Luckily for you, Harold,
I poke my thumb in many pies.
This one is
particularly profitable,
so I've associated myself
with some of the players.
Can your associates
find the truck?
Their methods
are breathtakingly simple--
place their own tracking devices
on cargo containers,
track them
out of the port,
and attack them
when they're most vulnerable.
Yes, they can
help find your truck.
The question is-- why
on earth they would want to.
Because it's
their patriotic duty.
They're Mexicans.
Get them to help,
and I'll owe you.
Yes, you will.
[ Door crashes ]
FBI!
Don't move!
Come on!
Man: FBI!
Go! Go!
Get on your knees.
Put your hands behind your head.
Donald Ressler, FBI.
Everything's okay.
Are you all right?
Is this your father's ledger?
Okay, come with me.
Come on.
Ressler: Justin Van Zandt.
USMC.
Served with distinction
in Afghanistan--
a bronze star
and a purple heart.
And now kidnapping.
Why?
I want a lawyer.
Habeas corpus
isn't on the menu today,
not when we're dealing with
matters of national security.
So, who do you work for?
The men who took you
were former Marines.
Did you know that?
No, I-I didn't.
Nothing in their file suggests
that the men who took you
had the ability to penetrate
your father's operation.
Do you have any idea
who they might be working for?
Someone they met overseas?
[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
Rose, if we can't find
the person responsible
for taking you, we cannot
guarantee your safety.
Does my father know
you found me?
Yes.
He's on his way here
right now.
Ressler: Come on, Van Zandt.
We know you and your partner
were just the muscle.
Who hired you?
We know how close
the two of you were.
What we don't know is why
you're protecting the man
responsible for his death.
You shot him.
Yeah.
I'm angry about that.
I'm angry that somebody turned
a war hero into a kidnapper,
put him into a position
where I had to shoot him.
I'm angry at his friend
for not giving up
the son of a bitch
that made that happen.
This wasn't
supposed to happen.
Navabi: Why don't you tell us
what was supposed to happen?
I told him
we didn't need guns.
He thought it would
help sell it.
Help sell what?
That we were trying
to hurt her,
when all we were trying to do
was help her.
Help who?
Rose.
She's my sister.
Rose: Look, I'm grateful
you guys found me,
but I'm starting to feel
a little bit like
a suspect here.
How fitting.
Your brother came clean.
You want to explain
why you kidnapped yourself?
Keen located the cargo truck.
It's headed for New York City.
You need to roll out now.
♪♪
_
Okay, we are go.
I-95 is shut down,
and the target is approaching
our detour.
Yes.
He's taking the off-ramp.
We're in front.
We got a clean visual.
Two targets in the cab.
What should I call you--
my idiot boyfriend
or my idiot husband?
[ Chuckles ]
You can't stay angry at me
forever.
Watch me.
[ Engine sputters ]
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Cough ]
I told you take it in.
I told you that we needed
a new car!
All you had to do was
take it into the shop!
I'm sorry.
Excuse me. Could you help us?
My husband
is a complete idiot.
- Freeze.
- Don't move!
[ Gunfire ]
Targets are down.
Cover!
Nice job. Almost like being
a bitch comes naturally.
Aram, are you there?
Uh, yeah.
Hearing every word.
Get these vehicles
out of here.
Sir, we have
a serious situation.
We got a problem.
Headquarters,
expedite the bomb squad.
We're gonna need
a perimeter set up,
evacuation
around our location.
Oh, no.
This is no good.
Aram: What? What is it?
What's wrong?
The bomb
has been activated.
We have
less than two minutes.
Um, okay, well, uh,
I'm told the bomb squad
won't be there for 12.
Aram, I'm sending you a photo
of the component parts now.
Two minutes isn't nearly
enough time to evacuate.
We're not going to
evacuate.
We're gonna
disarm this thing,
and we need you
to walk us through it.
We are looking at
a timed detonator,
about 20 barrels
of accelerant--
ammonium nitrate
and fuel oil.
We got about a minute
and 45 seconds left.
Uh, okay.
That's not helping.
All right,
there are four batteries.
We need to disable all four.
Okay, first I need you to cut
the green wire
that leads to
the switch on the bottom.
But just make sure you don't
disturb the mercury.
Okay, got it.
All right, trace the wires from
the timing device and cut the...
Okay, cut the orange
and white ones.
Orange and white.
Done. Next?
All right,
there is one last battery
connected to the green
control box on the top left.
Cut the wrong wire
in the wrong sequence
and the bomb detonates.
All right, there are two wires
there-- blue and red.
So, here's what you do.
Apologize to Agent Navabi.
What?
Aram, we don't have
time for this.
We have 30 seconds.
"I'm sorry" takes less than one.
28 seconds.
Look, I'm not sorry
for firing her.
You called her the "B" word.
I didn't call her a bitch.
Actually, you did.
Okay, whatever.
I'm real sorry for calling
Agent Navabi a bitch.
Blue.
Blue.
Cut the blue wire.
[ Sighs ]
Apology accepted.
[ Door opens ]
Is she okay?
She's alive and safe.
But no, she's not okay.
What do you mean?
Let me see her.
What did they do to her?
Nothing.
She kidnapped herself
to get away from you.
She knows what you did,
Mr. Janus.
She's known for months.
Imagine how she felt
finding herself
on a missing children's
website.
Her real name is
Jessica Van Zandt.
Did you know?
Did you ever bother
to find out who she was?
My wife and unborn child
died a few months before.
I was out for a drive,
and I saw her
crossing the street.
She tripped.
Her father.
Her father-- mean.
Drunk.
He started beating on her.
I got out, went over to him
to explain,
"She's just a little girl."
A beautiful little girl.
Words were exchanged.
He took a swing at me.
I moved in in self-defense.
He went down...
hard.
As he lay there bleeding,
I felt a little hand in mine.
She just took it.
Like she was saying,
"Thank you."
We walked back to the car.
She got in willingly.
And we left.
Left.
You took her...
like a thief.
And by the time she realized
what you'd done,
sought out
her real family,
the only one left
was her brother-- a Marine.
A Marine.
Protecting his country
in an effort to atone for
failing to protect his sister.
He wanted to go to the police,
turn you in.
But she had other plans.
If she's released
that ledger,
she's caused more damage
than she knows.
Oh, I think Rose knows
exactly what she's done.
For generations,
you and your ancestors
kept other people's secrets.
But it was your secret-- her--
that put an end to it all.
Yes.
[ Knock on door ]
Irina Velov?
Yes.
This is for you.
It's from your father.
He told me you're estranged.
And my name is Elizabeth,
by the way.
He couldn't find you,
so...
Anyway, he says
it explains everything.
Yes, it does.
For you.
Me?
I don't understand.
My father and I
aren't estranged.
We talk every day.
He told me you'd be coming.
He didn't write
that letter to me.
He wrote it to you.
♪♪
I'm curious, Harold.
How do you think the White House
is going to express
their appreciation to me
for foiling the terrorist plot?
Maybe an embossed ashtray.
Or one of those little
American flag pins for my lapel.
I think the best you can
hope for is tolerance.
[ Chuckles ]
I'm here
to call in your chit.
Excuse me?
Nobody uses the word "Chit"
anymore, do they?
Rhyming with a vulgarity
didn't do it any favors.
A chit is--
It's a note
for a debt incurred.
All those lives at risk,
and you only helped
in order to force it
down my throat.
What do you want?
The Caretaker's ledger.
I'd like to borrow it.
If it were up to me,
I'd burn it.
I've learned the hard way
that some secrets
are best kept in the dark.
Mine certainly is.
If you insist
on sleeping in the office,
I might suggest
you forego the floor
and get yourself a futon.
Your chiropractor
will thank you.
How did you know?
Harold, forgive Charlene.
A friend told me recently
that forgiveness
won't change the past
but could very well
change the future.
Apparently,
nothing is unforgivable.
Go home, Harold.
My mother's alive.
You lied to me.
Velov is the one who lied
to you, Lizzy, not me.
Katarina Rostova
committed suicide in 1990.
Velov was the agent
assigned to find her.
He was getting close,
she knew it.
That's why she allegedly
walked into the ocean.
She wanted the world
to believe she drowned.
But Velov knows
differently.
He tracked her
to a hotel in Prague.
She had just left.
But in such a hurry,
she missed this...
A photo of her little girl.
Me.
That could
easily have been planted.
You said the name
Masha Rostova
had been lost to history
until the manhunt.
Now it's out there,
and someone's looking for me.
It's my mother.
Who else would care?
Who?
[ Sighs ]
You were right.
Some things
can't be forgiven.
[ Ray Lamontagne's
"In My Own Way" plays ]
Hey.
- ♪ all the plans ♪
- [ Door closes ]
Hey.
♪ that were made ♪
How was your day?
It was, uh, busy.
♪ let them die ♪
Spent it telling anyone who'd
listen how much I love you.
♪ let them fade ♪
♪ I'll spend the day ♪
♪ in my own way ♪
It's me.
He came.
Just like you said he would.
♪ please understand ♪
How do you want me to handle it?
♪ I'm only human ♪
This is above and beyond,
my friend.
Above and beyond.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Is that it?
♪ after all is said and done ♪
If anything happened to me,
this was to go to Elizabeth.
- ♪ only here a moment ♪
- So she would know.
♪ and the moment's gone ♪
Now I'm not sure
I ever want her to know.
Perhaps, Raymond, in this case,
what you want is irrelevant.
♪ I'll spend the day ♪
If the universe wants her
to know, she will find a way.
♪ in my own way ♪
on The Blacklist...
Elizabeth Keen,
will you marry me?
You will not marry her.
Why? Because I didn't
ask daddy's permission?
Thanks, boys.
- [ Gunfire ]
- Aah!
Red: He's reckless.
He's not worthy
of being your husband,
and he sure as hell is not
worthy of raising that child.
I want to keep the baby.
Our baby.
News anchor: The online recording
implicates the United States
in the murder
of a Chinese official.
The recording appears to prove
that Zhang Lau was poisoned
as part of a plot
orchestrated by this man,
State Department Official
Russell Pritchard.
How-- how the hell
did this happen?
My face is all over the news.
Well, you better
get me out of Beijing.
- [ Tires screech ]
- The Chinese are looking for me.
It's only a matter of time
before--
[ Car doors close ]
Hey. Hey, wait.
Please! Please!
That recording isn't real!
It's all some kind of frame-up!
It was released by a man
called The Caretaker!
That's who you have to find!
The Caretaker!
- Help! Help!
- [ Tires squeal ]
♪ people say
a man is made outta mud ♪
♪ a poor man's made
outta muscle and blood ♪
♪ muscle and blood
and skin and bones ♪
♪ a mind that's weak
and a back that's strong ♪
♪ you load 16 tons,
and what do you get? ♪
♪ another day older
and deeper in debt ♪
♪ Saint Peter,
don't you call me ♪
♪ 'cause I can't go ♪
♪ I owe my soul ♪
[ Dialing ]
- [ Ringing ]
- ♪ to the company store ♪
It's me.
The first secret
has been released.
The second one
will come very soon.
_
Made you breakfast.
I'm the one who's supposed to be
taking care of you.
Hm.
Come here for a minute.
Mm.
Wow.
You're feeling better.
Much.
That's good.
What is this?
Yes.
Yes... what?
Yes, I want to marry you.
[ Laughs ]
- Are you for real?
- Yes.
I want to take care of you
for the rest of our lives,
for better
and definitely for worse.
I don't know what to say.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
[ Groans ] Maybe he'll be
walking you down the aisle.
Not if you're at
the other end of it.
- [ Knock on door ]
- Good point.
Hey, I have a delivery for a Tom
Keen from safe stop pharmacy.
Oh, I can get it.
Oh, it's prescription medicine.
I need a patient signature.
I-I got it.
It's fine.
I'm good.
I'm great.
- Rest.
- I will.
[ Door closes ]
You got everything?
Yep--
Percocet for the pain
and a Glock 26
for your pleasure.
How are you feeling?
We've decided
to keep the baby.
[ Chuckles ]
We?
I've accepted
Tom's proposal.
We're gonna get married.
Right.
I know
how you feel about him.
I hope
you'll keep an open mind.
[ Chuckles ]
Are you aware that a gentleman
in your State Department
has been murdered
in Beijing?
Yes.
Fished out of the Hai river.
His name
was Russell Pritchard.
Murdered by the Chinese
as payback
for the assassination of
a Chinese official, Zhang Lau.
How?
With the help
of Addison Wen,
an extremely powerful
Chinese-American businessman.
While Zhang Lau was in town
visiting the UN,
Mr. Wen invited him
to a dinner party at his home.
That night,
Zhang Lau is poisoned by agents
that Mr. Wen agreed to let
the State Department
place on
his serving staff.
That agreement, it seems, was
recorded by Addison Wen himself.
He knew once the murder
was committed,
he'd be considered
a loose end by your government.
He wanted insurance
that the government
wouldn't kill him.
Precisely.
Which brings us
to our next blacklister.
They call him The Caretaker,
a secret keeper--
documents, recordings,
photos.
The caretaker maintains
an impenetrable safe-deposit
vault for criminals,
governments,
captains of industry,
and he only releases
those secrets
according to one's
specific instructions.
So, in Addison Wen's case,
that recording was leverage.
He probably
didn't want in released
unless he was
murdered or arrested
for the poisoning
of Zhang Lau.
I agree.
And yet, my sources
tell me Addison Wen
is very much alive and was
in no danger of prosecution,
which means something
has gone terribly wrong.
The integrity of
The Caretaker's operation
is the only thing
preventing thousands
of closely guarded secrets
from being exposed,
secrets that implicate
powerful and dangerous people.
Woman: I'm begging you.
I don't know who you are.
I've done nothing to you.
Please.
Please,
you don't have to do this.
You can let me go.
Please!
If his system is failing,
I assure you,
Russell Pritchard's death
is only the beginning.
Department Official
Russell Pritchard...
Liz:
According to Reddington,
the recording
of Pritchard and Addison Wen
is just one secret of thousands.
He says The Caretaker
has evidence of murder,
corruption, blackmail,
and not just from governments--
from corporations, billionaires.
This is the kind of information
people kill to acquire.
Kill to keep secret.
He wants us to find The
Caretaker and contain the leaks.
Why? Isn't it best
for the truth to come out?
That sounds
a little naive.
Cooper:
All right, morality aside,
let's just find this guy
and deal with whatever secrets
he's keeping one at a time.
Start with Addison Wen.
If he deposited a recording
with The Caretaker,
maybe he knows
what the hell is going on.
And we better get to him fast.
If he helped us kill Zhang Lau,
the Chinese are gonna
want a word with him.
Well, you don't seem
very surprised to see me.
[ Chuckles ] They say
two things will survive
a nuclear holocaust--
cockroaches and twinkies.
You're a little of both.
I'll make this
easy for you.
And hard.
I'm here
to make you an offer.
Mind if I change into some
clothes before we negotiate?
Be my guest.
So, what's the offer?
Peace.
Despite the fact that you
shot me and left me for dead.
Uhp.
That's far enough.
[ Grunting ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Both grunting ]
Ugh!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Breathless ]
Damn it, woman.
Why does it always have to be
like this with you?
I came here for peace.
Peace is boring.
Not if I have to put a hole
in your head to get it.
And you come at me again, that's
exactly what I'm gonna do.
[ Sighs ]
[ Birds cawing ]
[ Sighs ]
Hello, Jeanette.
[ Engine starts ]
Tell us
about The Caretaker.
I was told
he could keep a secret.
I was misinformed.
Navabi: Mr. Wen, tell us
everything you know about him,
and maybe we won't give you
to the Chinese.
I'm an American.
You can't extradite me.
Who said anything
about extradition?
Tom and I
are getting married.
That's great.
After everything
you've been through,
I'm happy you found
your way back to each other.
I know from my own
personal experience...
That's not
an easy thing to do.
I'm so sorry about what's
happening with you and Charlene.
Forget about that.
You're getting married!
[ Laughs ]
It's crazy.
[ Sighs ]
I just wish...
Despite everything
she's put me through,
I wish
my mom could be there.
Of course you do.
That's only natural.
I mean, everybody
has something to say about her.
I just wish I knew the truth
for myself, you know?
And you're sure there's no one
who can help you find it?
I tracked down
this one man-- Anton Velov.
He said
he didn't know much,
but I think he was
holding something back.
Sounds like you should
pay this Mr. Velov a visit.
Could be you
didn't poison Zhang Lau,
but the recording proves
that you conspired to,
so you've got no play here
except to start talking.
I don't have
anything to say.
I don't know his name.
We never met.
But you gave him the recording.
How?
I put it in the tubes.
Tubes?
What tubes?
The US Post Office initiated
pneumatic tube service in 1893.
Soon, it had over 27 miles
of tubes running beneath
Manhattan, Brooklyn,
and The Bronx,
and that is just
the post office.
There were libraries, hospitals,
department stores.
According to Wen,
The Caretaker uses the system
to transport documents
and other hard media.
Which one of these tubes
leads to this Caretaker?
There are hundreds of tubes and
thousands of terminal points.
Ressler: It's a potential
superhighway to transport drugs,
cash, contraband
right under our noses.
There is no way
to untangle it.
I know someone who can.
Who?
He's quite an eccentric,
a recluse.
But I'm a faithful client,
and he's agreed
to meet with us.
There is one thing
that I can't seem to...
wrap my head around.
What?
Tom.
After all the lies,
all the deception
and humiliation,
how you can just forgive
and forget.
I haven't forgotten.
Forgiveness can't
change the past,
but I believe
it can change the future.
That's
a charming sentiment.
But as far
as I'm concerned,
some things
are unforgivable.
Shall we?
He's here?
He's approximately
60 feet beneath our feet.
He calls himself Hugo.
He's a hobbyist of sorts.
Spent 20 years
meticulously restoring
and expanding the old
BRT pneumatic tube system.
So it's true.
It really exists.
Oh, yes. Fully functional
and wonderfully reliable.
Hugo runs it as
a private service
to a specialized
clientele.
I've been a client
since his early days,
and I'm wagering
The Caretaker is, as well.
Oh.
Try not to stare.
[ Knock on door ]
Hugo!
I see you're busy
as ever.
- [ Bell rings ]
- Raymond?
You didn't say
you were bringing persons.
Well, you know Dembe.
And this is former FBI Agent
Elizabeth Keen.
FBI?
Liz: They employ me
as a consultant.
He employs me
as an inside source.
And in that capacity,
she has alerted me
to a troubling development...
- [ Bell rings ]
- ...and may have grave repercussions
for many of your clients
and, well, you.
Me?
I need you
to give me the location
for one of those clients--
The Caretaker.
I can't violate
a client's privacy.
That-- that'd be
a violation.
Normally, I would agree.
But The Caretaker's system
has been compromised,
and the FBI
are looking for him.
They will find him.
And then...
They'll find me.
No doubt.
But if you can give us
his location,
Ms. Keen will steer the Bureau
away from you,
guaranteeing
you will not be imprisoned.
Now,
wouldn't that be nice?
Hello, Jeanette.
[ Grunts ]
I want out.
[ Laughs ]
Gina, I never thought
I would, but I do.
We don't save people,
Gina.
We watch them drown.
And I'm tired
of hurting people.
I want to start
pulling people up
instead of
holding them down.
And I can't think of
a better place to start
than right here with you.
So...
I could end this
right now.
I could go find the major,
and I could end him, too.
Or...
we can just agree
to just walk away.
I don't come after you,
and you don't come after me
or my family.
[ Chuckles ]
I should have said yes
that night in Budapest.
No, Gina.
Listen to me.
I'm asking you
to help me walk away.
Please.
Someday, maybe someone will
do the same thing for you.
I'll try.
♪ up from the grave
he arose ♪
♪ with mighty triumph
o'er his foes ♪
According to Reddington,
one of the pneumatic tube lines
leads to the basement
of The Caretaker's house.
In what world
does that make any sense?
[ Chuckles ]
Only in Reddington's.
The house should be
just around this corner.
Hold up.
What's that?
It's a little late
for a burial.
♪ he arose the victor
of his dark domain ♪
♪ and lives forever
with his saints to reign ♪
♪ up from the grave
he arose ♪
♪ with a mighty-- ♪
Drop the knife.
Drop the knife!
Hands where we can see them!
Now we know
where he keeps his secrets.
The video that was released--
a man died because of it.
We're told
other people will die
when other secrets
are released.
Is this a deliberate leak
or negligence--
a flaw in your security?
Who penetrated
your system?
No one.
The system is perfect.
I released the video.
[ Water running ]
Woman: I'm begging you.
I've done nothing to you.
Please.
Please, you don't
have to do this.
You can let me go.
Please!
Please!
You don't have to--
You have 24 hours to release
ledger item number 2156--
Luftreiber Airlines
and the German government.
Please, daddy!
Just do what they say!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Screams ]
They kidnapped my daughter.
For three generations,
my family has guarded
the secrets of presidents,
corporations, criminals.
The traditions,
the pride of my fathers
is nothing compared
to the love I hold for Rose.
She's all I have.
They know that.
Who?
Who are they?
They took her
and the ledger.
They have
the names of my clients
and the locations of the secrets
I keep for them.
They've ordered me to betray
a second secret by midnight...
or Rose will die.
Navabi: We can help you.
We will do everything we can
to help find Rose,
but we can't do that without
knowing the secret
the kidnappers
wanted to know.
You confiscated it already
from the grave--
the canister.
Red: Luftreiber Air? What secret
of theirs is he keeping?
A copy of a contract
between an airline
and the German government.
100 million euros up front,
50 million euros
for every year thereafter--
"For services rendered."
It's dated March 4, 2007.
I got a hit.
April 12, 2007.
An A318 Airbus
operated by Luftreiber
crashed just after takeoff
at Tripoli International.
That was back in March.
All 107 passengers
and 6 crew dead.
That's when airline officials
announced
the crash was due to
an avionic malfunction.
All very cut-and-dried.
Unless the rumors were true.
A terrorist attack.
Then why would the airline
assume liability?
Perhaps to shift blame
from another institution,
one with an even
great responsibility
for the safety
of German citizens.
The German government?
You're suggesting
that the terrorists
warned the government
beforehand.
And they failed to alert
the airline to the threat.
Luftreiber claims
responsibility,
shielding the bureaucrats
from a scandal in exchange for
remuneration for the inevitable
blizzard of lawsuits.
One hand washes the other.
So, the airline places
the contract in escrow
with The Caretaker as leverage
against exposure.
Have you got any leads
on who abducted his daughter?
She was last seen at her office
three days ago.
Ressler's there right now
reviewing the security video.
Forward me anything
he finds.
But under no circumstances
can that contract
become public knowledge.
If we do nothing,
Rose Janus will die at midnight.
We still have two hours.
Very well.
Make every minute count.
But if you fail, I warn you,
do not expose the Germans.
Anton.
Your guest is here.
Anton:
Thank you, Darla.
Thank you for meeting with me,
Mr. Velov.
About a year ago, I came to
visit you in your restaurant.
I remember.
You were asking
about Katarina Rostova.
That's right.
I was hoping you could answer
a few more questions for me.
She was just a name.
One of many I heard
when I was with Spetsnaz.
Beyond that,
I know nothing.
Please.
She was my mother.
Dear, I cannot help you.
I would if I could,
believe me.
I, too, have daughter.
The life I led,
the things I had to do,
she won't talk to me.
I try to explain,
but there are some--
some things which
can never be forgiven.
I'm sorry, um...
Why did you agree
to meet with me
if you can't help me?
My daughter.
I don't know where she is.
I am dying.
I have written her
this letter.
You are with FBI, no?
You can find her.
Give it to her.
Please.
It explains everything.
[ Dialing ]
[ Ringing ]
He told her nothing.
You're certain?
He spent most of the time
talking about his own daughter.
Thank you, Darla.
She deserves the truth.
Watch the road, Dembe.
Ressler: That's Rose Janus.
And this is the license plate
of the kidnapper's van.
Run it. Find it.
We've got 90 minutes
before they execute her.
That's not enough time.
We have to release
the Luftreiber contract.
Germany is one of
our closest allies.
I mean, you really want
to embarrass them like that?
Yes.
And you should, too.
They were warned by terrorists,
did nothing,
and covered it up.
If Reddington's theory
is true.
But the contract
is for services rendered.
There was no mention
of terrorism or the crash.
I mean, the date is
circumstantial.
We have
no hard evidence--
But a hell
of a smoking gun.
Nothing on the van.
It's a late-model Chevy Express.
There are thousands registered
in the Tri-State area.
And the plates were stolen
from a Honda Accord
on the day of the abduction.
Do it.
Leak the contract.
- That's a mistake.
- You're right.
It will embarrass Germany,
and it could damage
diplomatic relations.
No one will be killed
because of that.
If we do nothing,
Rose Janus will die.
The kidnapper's
instructions--
- We know what they are.
- Follow them.
To the letter.
What is it?
What do you see?
[ Sighs ]
What you said about forgiveness
changing the future--
it comforts me to know
you're looking forward again.
The future holds
such promise.
The past--
so many regrets.
The van is lined
with Chobham ballistic armor.
Virtually impregnable,
heat resistant,
most often deployed
in tanks and APCs.
So it's military.
It's an after-market job--
very specialized.
Only a few custom shops
have the equipment necessary
to install it.
I can't say which one,
but I know someone who can.
- [ Rock music plays ]
- [ Drill whirring ]
Semo!
Hey!
How you doing, sole?!
- Huh?
- [ Laughs ]
You still got
that sweet GTO?
Oh, sadly no.
I gave it to
a North Korean general
in exchange for
a young woman's freedom.
Ooh.
I know a lot of women.
I'd have kept the goat.
[ Laughs ]
As I recall, you've always
carried a torch for oldsmobiles.
I have a line on a low-mileage,
pristine 1970 442
with a factory W-30 package.
I can put you in touch
in exchange for a small favor.
You interested?
What do you think?
[ Footsteps approaching ]
Cynthia Panabaker.
I drew the short straw.
Harold Cooper.
You have any idea how much
this place spooks Main Justice?
Reven Wright and Diane Fowler
were good people.
They were patriots assigned to
oversee this task force
and now they are missing
and presumed dead.
No one wants to know what
happened to them more than I.
I have no interest in disappearing
or dying in the foreseeable future,
so I will watch your back
and you will watch mine.
Are we clear?
Your assistant said you had
a matter of some urgency
to discuss.
We have a major
national security breach.
Anybody with a tree to shake
has been ordered to shake it,
see if anything falls out.
This is
the Reddington tree.
How can we help?
Two known terrorists
penetrated the port of Tampa
14 hours ago.
German BND had them
hard on the radar,
and we lost them.
The terrorists?
No, the Germans.
Seems someone
leaked some documents
implicating them
in some kind of cover-up,
and they think it was us.
Why would they suspect--
I don't know.
They're Germans.
Now, they may end up
sharing their intel,
but for right now,
they're pissed,
and we can't afford
to wait till they calm down,
so find out
what Reddington knows.
Before anything blows up
would be nice.
[ Cellphone rings ]
- [ Beeps ]
- Cooper.
The gunmen who took
Rose Janus--
- I've got an address.
- How?
Reddington spotted some
custom work on their van,
traced it to a chop shop.
We got a physical address
on the customer.
I want that address.
Then I want you back here
with Reddington.
Why?
What happened?
I just got paid a visit
by the White House Counsel.
We have bigger problems than
saving The Caretaker's daughter.
Two known terrorists
penetrated the border
through the port of Tampa.
Two hours ago,
a cargo truck was stolen
from a shipping company
near the port,
and whoever took it
was smart enough
to disable
its satellite tracker.
And the White House is asking
for Reddington's help?
At this point, I think
they'll take help from anybody.
[ Laughs ]
The German BND
captured chatter indicating
that an attack on a major
domestic target is imminent.
According to their intel,
the terrorists have access
to a metric ton of C-4,
which was stolen
from a Mexican armory.
The Germans
were tracking it, but...
What?
Oh, my God.
You released
the Luftreiber contract,
and now the Germans
are refusing to cooperate.
I did it
to save a woman's life.
And now many more
may die.
I don't mean to gloat,
but boy, did I tell you so.
You know everything there is
to know about port security.
Yes, but this isn't about
port security.
It's about cargo theft
in Florida.
Luckily for you, Harold,
I poke my thumb in many pies.
This one is
particularly profitable,
so I've associated myself
with some of the players.
Can your associates
find the truck?
Their methods
are breathtakingly simple--
place their own tracking devices
on cargo containers,
track them
out of the port,
and attack them
when they're most vulnerable.
Yes, they can
help find your truck.
The question is-- why
on earth they would want to.
Because it's
their patriotic duty.
They're Mexicans.
Get them to help,
and I'll owe you.
Yes, you will.
[ Door crashes ]
FBI!
Don't move!
Come on!
Man: FBI!
Go! Go!
Get on your knees.
Put your hands behind your head.
Donald Ressler, FBI.
Everything's okay.
Are you all right?
Is this your father's ledger?
Okay, come with me.
Come on.
Ressler: Justin Van Zandt.
USMC.
Served with distinction
in Afghanistan--
a bronze star
and a purple heart.
And now kidnapping.
Why?
I want a lawyer.
Habeas corpus
isn't on the menu today,
not when we're dealing with
matters of national security.
So, who do you work for?
The men who took you
were former Marines.
Did you know that?
No, I-I didn't.
Nothing in their file suggests
that the men who took you
had the ability to penetrate
your father's operation.
Do you have any idea
who they might be working for?
Someone they met overseas?
[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
Rose, if we can't find
the person responsible
for taking you, we cannot
guarantee your safety.
Does my father know
you found me?
Yes.
He's on his way here
right now.
Ressler: Come on, Van Zandt.
We know you and your partner
were just the muscle.
Who hired you?
We know how close
the two of you were.
What we don't know is why
you're protecting the man
responsible for his death.
You shot him.
Yeah.
I'm angry about that.
I'm angry that somebody turned
a war hero into a kidnapper,
put him into a position
where I had to shoot him.
I'm angry at his friend
for not giving up
the son of a bitch
that made that happen.
This wasn't
supposed to happen.
Navabi: Why don't you tell us
what was supposed to happen?
I told him
we didn't need guns.
He thought it would
help sell it.
Help sell what?
That we were trying
to hurt her,
when all we were trying to do
was help her.
Help who?
Rose.
She's my sister.
Rose: Look, I'm grateful
you guys found me,
but I'm starting to feel
a little bit like
a suspect here.
How fitting.
Your brother came clean.
You want to explain
why you kidnapped yourself?
Keen located the cargo truck.
It's headed for New York City.
You need to roll out now.
♪♪
_
Okay, we are go.
I-95 is shut down,
and the target is approaching
our detour.
Yes.
He's taking the off-ramp.
We're in front.
We got a clean visual.
Two targets in the cab.
What should I call you--
my idiot boyfriend
or my idiot husband?
[ Chuckles ]
You can't stay angry at me
forever.
Watch me.
[ Engine sputters ]
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Cough ]
I told you take it in.
I told you that we needed
a new car!
All you had to do was
take it into the shop!
I'm sorry.
Excuse me. Could you help us?
My husband
is a complete idiot.
- Freeze.
- Don't move!
[ Gunfire ]
Targets are down.
Cover!
Nice job. Almost like being
a bitch comes naturally.
Aram, are you there?
Uh, yeah.
Hearing every word.
Get these vehicles
out of here.
Sir, we have
a serious situation.
We got a problem.
Headquarters,
expedite the bomb squad.
We're gonna need
a perimeter set up,
evacuation
around our location.
Oh, no.
This is no good.
Aram: What? What is it?
What's wrong?
The bomb
has been activated.
We have
less than two minutes.
Um, okay, well, uh,
I'm told the bomb squad
won't be there for 12.
Aram, I'm sending you a photo
of the component parts now.
Two minutes isn't nearly
enough time to evacuate.
We're not going to
evacuate.
We're gonna
disarm this thing,
and we need you
to walk us through it.
We are looking at
a timed detonator,
about 20 barrels
of accelerant--
ammonium nitrate
and fuel oil.
We got about a minute
and 45 seconds left.
Uh, okay.
That's not helping.
All right,
there are four batteries.
We need to disable all four.
Okay, first I need you to cut
the green wire
that leads to
the switch on the bottom.
But just make sure you don't
disturb the mercury.
Okay, got it.
All right, trace the wires from
the timing device and cut the...
Okay, cut the orange
and white ones.
Orange and white.
Done. Next?
All right,
there is one last battery
connected to the green
control box on the top left.
Cut the wrong wire
in the wrong sequence
and the bomb detonates.
All right, there are two wires
there-- blue and red.
So, here's what you do.
Apologize to Agent Navabi.
What?
Aram, we don't have
time for this.
We have 30 seconds.
"I'm sorry" takes less than one.
28 seconds.
Look, I'm not sorry
for firing her.
You called her the "B" word.
I didn't call her a bitch.
Actually, you did.
Okay, whatever.
I'm real sorry for calling
Agent Navabi a bitch.
Blue.
Blue.
Cut the blue wire.
[ Sighs ]
Apology accepted.
[ Door opens ]
Is she okay?
She's alive and safe.
But no, she's not okay.
What do you mean?
Let me see her.
What did they do to her?
Nothing.
She kidnapped herself
to get away from you.
She knows what you did,
Mr. Janus.
She's known for months.
Imagine how she felt
finding herself
on a missing children's
website.
Her real name is
Jessica Van Zandt.
Did you know?
Did you ever bother
to find out who she was?
My wife and unborn child
died a few months before.
I was out for a drive,
and I saw her
crossing the street.
She tripped.
Her father.
Her father-- mean.
Drunk.
He started beating on her.
I got out, went over to him
to explain,
"She's just a little girl."
A beautiful little girl.
Words were exchanged.
He took a swing at me.
I moved in in self-defense.
He went down...
hard.
As he lay there bleeding,
I felt a little hand in mine.
She just took it.
Like she was saying,
"Thank you."
We walked back to the car.
She got in willingly.
And we left.
Left.
You took her...
like a thief.
And by the time she realized
what you'd done,
sought out
her real family,
the only one left
was her brother-- a Marine.
A Marine.
Protecting his country
in an effort to atone for
failing to protect his sister.
He wanted to go to the police,
turn you in.
But she had other plans.
If she's released
that ledger,
she's caused more damage
than she knows.
Oh, I think Rose knows
exactly what she's done.
For generations,
you and your ancestors
kept other people's secrets.
But it was your secret-- her--
that put an end to it all.
Yes.
[ Knock on door ]
Irina Velov?
Yes.
This is for you.
It's from your father.
He told me you're estranged.
And my name is Elizabeth,
by the way.
He couldn't find you,
so...
Anyway, he says
it explains everything.
Yes, it does.
For you.
Me?
I don't understand.
My father and I
aren't estranged.
We talk every day.
He told me you'd be coming.
He didn't write
that letter to me.
He wrote it to you.
♪♪
I'm curious, Harold.
How do you think the White House
is going to express
their appreciation to me
for foiling the terrorist plot?
Maybe an embossed ashtray.
Or one of those little
American flag pins for my lapel.
I think the best you can
hope for is tolerance.
[ Chuckles ]
I'm here
to call in your chit.
Excuse me?
Nobody uses the word "Chit"
anymore, do they?
Rhyming with a vulgarity
didn't do it any favors.
A chit is--
It's a note
for a debt incurred.
All those lives at risk,
and you only helped
in order to force it
down my throat.
What do you want?
The Caretaker's ledger.
I'd like to borrow it.
If it were up to me,
I'd burn it.
I've learned the hard way
that some secrets
are best kept in the dark.
Mine certainly is.
If you insist
on sleeping in the office,
I might suggest
you forego the floor
and get yourself a futon.
Your chiropractor
will thank you.
How did you know?
Harold, forgive Charlene.
A friend told me recently
that forgiveness
won't change the past
but could very well
change the future.
Apparently,
nothing is unforgivable.
Go home, Harold.
My mother's alive.
You lied to me.
Velov is the one who lied
to you, Lizzy, not me.
Katarina Rostova
committed suicide in 1990.
Velov was the agent
assigned to find her.
He was getting close,
she knew it.
That's why she allegedly
walked into the ocean.
She wanted the world
to believe she drowned.
But Velov knows
differently.
He tracked her
to a hotel in Prague.
She had just left.
But in such a hurry,
she missed this...
A photo of her little girl.
Me.
That could
easily have been planted.
You said the name
Masha Rostova
had been lost to history
until the manhunt.
Now it's out there,
and someone's looking for me.
It's my mother.
Who else would care?
Who?
[ Sighs ]
You were right.
Some things
can't be forgiven.
[ Ray Lamontagne's
"In My Own Way" plays ]
Hey.
- ♪ all the plans ♪
- [ Door closes ]
Hey.
♪ that were made ♪
How was your day?
It was, uh, busy.
♪ let them die ♪
Spent it telling anyone who'd
listen how much I love you.
♪ let them fade ♪
♪ I'll spend the day ♪
♪ in my own way ♪
It's me.
He came.
Just like you said he would.
♪ please understand ♪
How do you want me to handle it?
♪ I'm only human ♪
This is above and beyond,
my friend.
Above and beyond.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Is that it?
♪ after all is said and done ♪
If anything happened to me,
this was to go to Elizabeth.
- ♪ only here a moment ♪
- So she would know.
♪ and the moment's gone ♪
Now I'm not sure
I ever want her to know.
Perhaps, Raymond, in this case,
what you want is irrelevant.
♪ I'll spend the day ♪
If the universe wants her
to know, she will find a way.
♪ in my own way ♪