The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Arioch Cain (No. 50) - full transcript
Red and the FBI come together to protect Liz when a huge reward for her capture attracts attention from assassins.
Previously on
The Blacklist...
Dembe is more than
an associate to me.
Please find him.
Asher Sutton?
He's my fast pass
to finding Karakurt.
He's got a weakness
for street life, hustlers.
You're a fascinating character,
Mr. Wainright.
This number will lead us
to Reddington.
All I wanted to hear.
Mr. Solomon... I know how
to locate Reddington.
How long do I have?
You have 30 minutes.
That's not enough time.
That's all you've got to
document it and clean it.
Dad!
They got her.
And we are just now getting
reports that
former FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen
has been shot and killed.
No comment yet from the FBI,
but moments ago,
this photo appeared on the
Washington Chronicle website.
The paper,
quoting anonymous sources,
is saying Keen was one
of several victims
shot at an undisclosed location
outside of New York City.
Keen stands accused of
committing
the worst acts of terrorism
on American soil
in over a decade.
She's been a fugitive
for the past five weeks,
the subject of one
of the largest manhunts
in FBI history.
The details
are still coming in,
and we are working
to confirm them for you,
but it appears, on day 37...
Are you sure
this is a good idea?
Yes.
Get the photos to Sandquist
at the Chronicle.
I want everyone to know
what happened here today.
_
So, hi.
My name is Asher Sutton.
What's yours?
And, please, don't tell me
it's Wainwright,
'cause that is about as phony
as that watch you're wearing.
Your job was to get
into his world,
and within two minutes,
he clocks you're not
who you say you are?
I wanted him to catch me.
Why bother with him
at all?
You want to help Liz,
you need to find Karakurt.
I can't do that
until I get access
to the Russians that Karakurt
is hiding out with.
Asher Sutton
is gonna give me that.
Why would he do that?
Everybody needs a rush.
For some, it's drugs
or sex or whatever.
But a guy
like Asher Sutton,
he just wants to know
how the other half lives.
No, seriously,
who are you?
Raised by a single mom.
Used to clean dorms
at Bronx College.
Uh, I got a brother
in prison.
I'm nobody.
I'm a townie.
Hmm.
My great-grandfather--
he was a hustler,
con man, a townie.
The only person in my family
worth a lick
was, like,
exactly like you.
Ah, so that's why
you didn't bust me, huh?
I tapped into his accounts.
Sutton owes a lot of money.
He withdraws $20,000 in cash
once a month.
Who he's paying or why,
I-I don't know.
Take a wild guess.
That sounds nice,
all right?
I appreciate
the offer, really,
but listen,
I don't want to impose.
Listen, for saving your ass,
I think I deserve
one person
at my engagement party
who I actually
want to talk to.
All right.
My name is Matt Buckley.
Pleasure to meet you,
Matt Buckley.
Cheers.
Cheers.
_
Did you know
a Presidential Commission
was looking
into the attacks?
It's time for us to move.
If they do their job,
if they look for the truth,
this could all end.
Lizzy, we have
to move now.
The Cabal--
they found us.
Worse.
What could be
worse than that?
Not what, who.
Wendigo.
Wendigo? Who's that?
The myth of
a nameless assassin.
And he's coming for you.
This Wendigo, if he doesn't
work for the Cabal,
who does he work for?
No one.
He's not for hire.
Wendigo is the embodiment
of vigilante justice.
He identifies,
hunts, and kills targets
he deems
unfit for society.
Some believe
he's ex-special ops
because his presence
is felt but never seen.
Whatever his history,
apparently,
you've caught his attention.
This vigilante believes
I deserve to die?
_
A transport team
is en route.
I'll call you
when they arrive.
Call me?
Where are you going?
To get help.
...the courage to change
the things I can,
and the wisdom
to know the difference.
Amen.
Amen.
Fold your hands
in front of you.
Walk.
An assassin has targeted
Agent Keen.
If we haven't found her,
he won't.
He's better than you.
He's better than me.
That's why I need your help
to protect her.
I thought that's what
your job was.
Well, I failed at that.
Turn around.
I'm a little rusty
in the 12 steps,
but if I'm not mistaken,
step 9 is making amends.
I can't do that
without you.
I suggest you start
with step 4
and make a searching
and fearless
moral inventory
of yourself.
I admire the way you're dealing
with your addiction, Donald.
I tried NA once after
an opium den
in Kuala Lumpur
got the best of me.
Didn't stick.
I couldn't get past
the requirement
to believe in a power
greater than myself.
Officer down.
I repeat, officer down.
546 Hawthorne Place.
Send all units.
You got four minutes.
What I know about this assassin
will take less than two.
Several of Wendigo's killings
are cold cases on
the Bureau's radar.
El Malo Grande headed the
Mejia cartel out of Guatemala.
He was killed while living
under an alias in Madrid.
Jose Perez,
exiled Angolan dictator,
was murdered while
hiding out in Brasilia.
Maybe they're cold because
no one mourns their loss.
They're despicable thugs.
- Any known aliases?
- No.
The only hit on
our forensics database is this.
Both kills were made using
a homemade projectile
fired from some kind of
improvised firearm.
Handcrafted weapons, homemade
bullets used in homicides.
The list
can't be that long.
Have it compiled
by the time I get back
from getting my ass kicked at
the Presidential Commission.
Thank you for letting us
protect Agent Keen.
We're not going after Wendigo
to protect Keen.
We're going after him
to find her.
Those despicable thugs--
they were wanted fugitives.
Everyone was looking for them.
Wendigo found them.
If he can do that,
he can find Keen.
When he does, I'm gonna be there
to arrest her.
Lizzy, my transport team
is on-site.
You need to leave
with them now.
Did Ressler
agree to help?
My people will take you
to the jet.
From there,
you'll fly to Quito.
Oh! Gun!
- Get into the car.
- Lizzy?
- Where is he?!
- We go on my ready.
1...2...
No! Get down!
Talk to me. Lizzy?
Ah!
Aram, what happened?
Mr. Reddington?
The shooting--
what do you know?
Agent Navabi
is en route.
NYPD is confirming
two fatalities.
Agent Keen?
No. Oh, uh, God, no.
Agent Keen stole a car,
abandoned it 10 blocks
from the scene.
Where are you on Wendigo?
Uh, that, you know, I'm not
really supposed to talk about.
You have five seconds.
4... 3...
According
to Mexican authorities,
the gun he used in one
of the cold cases
was made
by a master gunsmith
named Zachary O'Toole,
AKA Zed.
Uh, we haven't been able
to locate him.
Please tell me you
didn't get to zero.
Hello?
Well, the President
doesn't need a commission
to find out where the failure
of intelligence happened.
I agree, but the commission
has a job to do.
So this all just
cover your ass?
I doubt Hitchin agrees with you.
Answer her questions
directly,
and keep your opinions
to yourself.
Reven.
Hey.
Aw!
Hand to God,
how amazing was Saturday?
I know I'm his mom,
but Philip's Bar Mitzvah--
cutest thing ever.
It was incredible.
Although my idiot husband
did order
500 extra swag bags,
so one for you, one for you.
Uh, Donald Ressler,
the President's
National Security Adviser.
Laurel Hitchin.
Reven speaks
very highly of you.
I look forward
to your testimony.
That makes one of us.
Uh, truth be told,
I'm a little, uh, nervous.
Don't be. We're not
looking for a scapegoat.
Just the truth.
Can I give you
a bit of advice?
Please.
The mint-chocolate candies
are a little stale,
but the red velvet cake pops--
to die for.
Agent Ressler, are you
withholding material evidence
that could lead to the capture
of Elizabeth Keen?
Absolutely not, no.
Then you are sharing
information with the CIA.
Not at this time.
Are you aware of the fact
that after 9/11,
the US intelligence system
was overhauled
to make sure that
information was shared.
I'm not sharing information
with the CIA.
Because Mr. Kotsiopolus
has been accused
of heading
the organization
that may be responsible
for these attacks.
Accusations which have yet
to be substantiated.
Until they are, he deserves
the benefit of the doubt.
As does Elizabeth Keen.
Do you have evidence
that the Cabal exists?
Names of Cabal members
have been published--
I know about the Fulcrum.
I've seen the list.
It's 25 years old.
Names on that list are
in positions of power.
Susan Hanover
from Verdiant--
The Hanover arrest
came out of
your pursuit
of Elizabeth Keen.
Doesn't that suggest
the link is to her?
No, no.
I believe that Ms. Keen
was there in an effort
to clear her name.
She was your partner?
Correct, yes.
Do you believe
she's innocent?
My job isn't to determine
her guilt or innocence.
You didn't answer
my question.
My job is to
apprehend Ms. Keen,
and I have no problem
doing that.
I am not asking
about your job.
I'm asking
what you believe.
Elizabeth Keen
is not a terrorist.
So you believe
she's innocent?
Yes, I do.
I believe that if she
is given a fair trial
by a jury of her peers,
there aren't 12 people
in America
who wouldn't agree
with me.
Thank you.
Navabi.
I've been thinking
about the shooter.
- Where are you?
- He had a clear line of sight
and a secure location.
On the other side
of McDougal,
there is a hotel,
The Palace
or Park something--
It had to be from there.
Contact hotel security.
They'll have footage.
You might get an image.
If you're lucky, a print.
Over here.
Samar?
This guy's good, Liz.
Nice catch.
What did you find?
_
He found you once.
He'll find you again.
And this time,
he may not miss.
Samar,
what did you find?
Liz, you know I'm here,
so you must be close.
Turn yourself in.
Take responsibility
for what you've done.
I would. I do.
But not for the things
I haven't.
Psalm 1:1.
What's that?
"Blessed is he
who walks not
in the council
of the wicked."
The bullet was so close,
I could hear it.
I thought...
Shh.
I have good news.
Dembe made contact.
You spoke to him?
No. We have a protocol.
He initiated it.
I'll meet him later today.
In the meantime,
Aram gave me a name--
a gunsmith who makes
Wendigo's weapons.
Feds don't know
how to find him.
But I do.
What the--
w-what is this?
Hands.
Sit.
Wendigo, the assassin...
Who the hell are you?
...tell me how to find him.
How do I find Wendigo?
I don't--
I have no idea.
Would you look at that?
.416 Rigby Mauser.
And fully loaded, no less.
Ah.
An African bull elephant
weighs 14,000 pounds,
and this can bring one down.
I happened upon one of those
magnificent creatures
in the Zambezi Valley, and one
of these came in quite handy.
- You shot an elephant?
- Lord, no.
I shot the poacher that was
about to kill the elephant.
I know a place that
he stayed at before.
I-I'm not sure if
that's where he is now,
but I can give you an address.
Of course you can.
♪ I wouldn't want
to dance without you ♪
♪ without you,
I would rather be alone ♪
♪ and unless my arms... ♪
Take the stairs!
No!
Grab my arm.
I'm not the only one.
There are more,
and they're coming.
Who's coming?
You can't stop them.
Who?
NYPD is still trying to
confirm the victim was Wendigo,
but traffic cameras
in the area confirm
that Mr. Reddington and
Agent Keen were in the vicinity.
Also, agents on scene
forwarded a hard drive
they found in
the unsub's apartment.
Check this out.
What am I looking at?
An advertisement
for a hit man.
Someone was going to pay Wendigo
$700,000 to kill Liz.
- Who?
- Not just Wendigo.
They'll be others.
That's the scary part.
This isn't a contract.
It's a bounty
on the darknet.
"Wanted--
dead not alive."
That's what
it's actually called?
Someone with
the screen name
"Arioch Cain" put
a price on her head.
Now any nutjob
who kills Agent Keen
will collect the money
if he can prove he did it.
How does he do that?
By submitting the date,
location,
and method of execution,
plus a unique identifier.
Wendigo's was Psalm 1:1.
Can you take down the site?
It is decentralized, cached on
servers all over the world.
I take one down,
two pop up.
It is completely anonymous,
so there's no way to tell who
this Arioch Cain really is.
When NYPD forwarded me
the hard drive,
they told me they believe
there's a laptop that's missing.
Reddington.
If he took it, could he trace
who put up the money?
No. See,
the person who put her
on the site
didn't put up the money.
- Then who did?
- Haters--
people who believe what
they read about Agent Keen.
They make
Bitcoin donations--
the miracle
of crowdsourcing
turned on its head
to crowd-fund murder.
The more notorious the target,
the bigger the fund,
and the more people
who will try it.
We thought Wendigo was bad.
This is way worse.
There's no limit
to how many assassins
could be coming after her.
Dembe's here.
Where's Dembe?
What happened?
You must be
Asher's newest BFF.
I'm Gwen, his other
significant other.
Oh, yeah.
Does he have a lot?
Oh, yes.
Asher's quite the collector.
He's the chocolate
inside the M&M.
You're the hard shell.
Melts in your mouth,
does he?
Or my hand.
I'm good either way.
Lucky man.
Tell me, mister, um...
Buckley--
Matt Buckley.
Tell me, Mr. Buckley,
do you believe in love
at first sight?
I don't know.
I think love is, uh,
more of an acquired taste.
Have you ever acquired it--
love?
Yeah.
Once.
You say that like
it's a bad thing.
Love isn't like
an orgasm, Mr. Buckley.
Once is quite enough.
Yeah, it should have been.
Maybe it will be.
Who knows, right?
I've loved Asher Sutton
since the moment
I laid eyes on him.
I love everything
about him,
including his peculiar
affinity for collectibles,
even at
my engagement party.
On one condition--
that they look me
in the eye
and promise me
that they will never, ever
do anything to harm
the man that I love.
I promise.
Well, then...
Well, what are
you waiting for?
I need a refill.
You got it.
Maybe I wasn't clear
how this works, huh?
I told you I'll have it
to you by Friday.
And I told you
I'm not here to negotiate.
It's due today.
Excuse me.
Is there a problem?
No, no. it-it's okay.
It's fine.
- You sure?
- Yeah, it's okay.
He said it's okay, huh?
I heard him.
Maybe you should go.
We're not through here, huh?
Looks like I made
a new friend.
I really wish
you hadn't done that.
I stayed with him
until he was gone.
I didn't want
to leave him behind.
But they were coming,
and if I had tried
to bring him back with me,
we would have both
been killed.
We will avenge
this good man's death,
I promise you.
We can't stay here.
Oh, my God.
This emblem--
I've seen it before.
You were on the website.
No. T-t-that was just--
We know what it is
and why you have it.
You want the bounty
for yourself.
That's why you
gave us Wendigo--
to knock out the competition.
Who put her on the site?
I don't know.
Oh, my God! Ugh!
Who put her on the site?
I-I only know the screen name
of the site creator--
Gavrilo Princip.
Thank you for your time.
Aah!
You can't just bust into
my place, bring me here--
You saw the warrant,
Princip.
This is the site creator?
You're Gavrilo Princip?
Real name Gavin Delgado.
You can't take my--
Those computers are
intellectual property!
Elizabeth isn't safe here.
Better call Edward,
tell him to get the jet ready.
Edward, Mr. Vargas.
I'm with Reddington
and Keen.
Edward?
I always liked the name Edward.
I've been instructed
to inform you
to meet us at the Garden Avenue
Airfield right away.
Get the car.
Has the CIA
shared intel
regarding the acts of terror
with the FBI?
- Yes.
- In your opinion,
why hasn't
the Bureau reciprocated?
Because the person responsible
is FBI Special Agent
Elizabeth Keen.
So you don't share
Agent Ressler's opinion
that she's innocent?
Elizabeth Keen
is a Russian sleeper agent.
She said as much
to Agent Ressler
when she scaled the wall
of the Russian embassy,
admitted that her real name
is Masha Rostova,
and asked for asylum.
And the Fulcrum?
The Fulcrum is
an irrelevant relic,
which, in case you haven't read
Cathcart's piece in the Post,
is being systematically debunked
as we speak.
He likens it to
The Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion,
uh, which has taken a few
anomalous grains of truth
and spun a mountain of lies,
concocted by
conspiracy theorists.
Forgive me,
but I don't draw
my evidence from
the popular press.
Facts, then.
The Fulcrum was released
by Raymond Reddington,
a man without morals,
without conscience,
and certainly without
any credibility.
And the existence
of a Cabal?
State-sanctioned
acts of terror by Russia.
- Threat Level Red.
- Where's Edward?
Specter of another Cold War.
In times of chaos,
I can understand
the public's need
for a simple solution.
Ergo a Cabal.
What have you done?
So you deny running
any such organization?
A shadow government
that controls world events?
I'm flattered, but, uh, yes,
I deny running
any such organizations.
I can assure you
there is no Cabal.
Mr. Reddington...
Oh!
I think you know
the outcome of this.
Even if you shoot me and perhaps
one of my associates,
even if your girlfriend
gets off a shot or two...
...you're both gonna die.
Put down your gun, Elizabeth.
Put down the gun.
You created the site.
You can take Agent Keen
off the site.
No, I can't.
I don't believe you.
You don't believe me?
Go try a layer four UDP/TCP
in the OSI stacks.
Agent Navabi?
I don't understand
half of what he's saying.
I don't even know what
questions to ask him.
I thought you were great.
Maybe I can talk to him.
Look, Gavin--
Mr. Delgado, we both know you
can take that site down.
I don't choose
who deserves to die.
The masses do.
No Capitol Hill,
no committees, no debates.
I've created the purest form
of democracy.
By dispersing power directly
into the hands of the people,
no single person possesses
the ability to tip the scales.
And I don't choose targets.
The people do.
If you don't take
Agent Keen off your site--
You'll what?
Hit me with
a denial of service attack?
Actually, I was thinking
more like
millions of
repetitive requests.
My mitigation capacity
will frag
any traffic
you throw at.
I know your dark web P2P is
cached on multiple servers,
but I've got a virus
concealed via rootkit.
Look,
I'm way ahead of you.
There's a reason people
trust me enough
to put millions
in my site.
Because they know you
can't take the money and run.
Which means
it's a two-key system.
You can't take
Agent Keen's name down.
Only the person
who nominated her
to be assassinated
can do that.
Good talk.
What is the deal
with you two anyways?
It's what everybody
wants to know.
Some say it's
a daddy/daughter thing.
Others swear
it's May-September.
I prefer to believe...
it's a little of both.
The fact that
we're still alive
means you need
something from me.
Whatever it is,
let her go.
My resources are
at your disposal.
It's a limited-time offer,
Matias.
You need to act now.
Oh, you'll give me
what I need.
I'm certain of that.
Right there. That's good.
Come here!
Let go! Stop!
Get her up there!
Grab her legs!
Get your hands off me.
Pin her down!
Stay there!
You need to stay put.
Call the Director.
Tell him I'll give him
everything I've been collecting,
all the evidence against him.
- Call him!
- You don't need to concern yourself
with the Director anymore.
You're in my care now,
Reddington.
You don't understand.
They're gonna come after me,
after us.
Look, I know, but there
has to be something you can do.
Who?
Please, listen.
You've done enough.
No. Come on.
Why?
You got yourself
into something, right?
Tell me what.
Let me help you.
Um...
What do you know about
underground boxing?
Human dog fighting.
People die.
You don't want to bet on that.
No, no, no.
I didn't bet on it.
I did it.
I mean, I-I fought.
Let me guess.
You lost.
No. I won.
That's the problem.
These guys-- they wanted me
to throw a fight, but...
People lost
a lot of money--
the wrong
kind of people.
He paid them back,
but these people,
they-- they found out
about his family.
They're extorting him--
20 grand a month.
They'll kill him
if he doesn't pay.
That guy, the one you
scared off, he's low-level.
But the guys he works
for are, uh, Russians.
You know,
they're organized.
Russians?
I hired
a private detective
to see if
I could cut a deal.
They found pieces of him
along the Allegheny.
It's never gonna end.
Yeah, it is,
because I'm gonna fix it.
No, listen, please.
I owe you this.
I can't let you--
Hey, let him talk.
Okay.
What would you do, Matt?
To do what I do well,
I need my enemies to fear me.
Every life that I take
sends a message.
What happens next...
...will be international news.
I'm gonna execute a terrorist
and a crime lord.
Style points count.
Solomon!
One...
Solomon!
...must work slowly,
with great attention to detail,
peeling flesh from bone
like a butcher
filleting a salmon.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Lizzy,
where'd he go-- Solomon?
He got away.
Dembe.
Ahh.
I've secured a safe site less
than a mile away--
5243 North Park.
Call me as soon
as you arrive.
Dembe?
Dembe?
We're gonna get you well.
We're going with him.
What are you doing?
I'm going with Dembe.
You're not safe here.
Aram, tell me
she's off the site.
I thought I could.
- I thought, uh--
- We gave you the name
of the man who created
the site two hours ago.
Have you found him?
Yes, but it is a two-key system.
He is only one of the keys.
The other key is
this Arioch Cain,
the person who put her on
the site, and I can't find him
unless I can follow the money,
and there is no money to follow
until the bounty
is put in escrow.
Mr. Reddington,
I am so sorry,
but the only way they're taking
Agent Keen's name off the site
is if she's dead.
Well, we're just gonna
have to kill her.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Bad connection.
Did you just say
we'll have to kill her?
Aram, listen to me
very carefully.
This is
what I need you to do.
Today is your lucky day.
You're going to cop a plea.
All you have to do
is enter your passkey
and confirm that Wendigo
killed Agent Keen.
Date of death, cause of death,
and unique identifier--
Psalm 1:1.
When you do, Arioch Cain
will enter his passkey
to release the bounty.
No one
is releasing anything
without independent verification
that she's dead.
We have someone
working on that.
♪ mm mm mm,
if I break your heart ♪
Open up a bit.
♪ can you feel love any more? ♪
♪ do you feel love anymore? ♪
There. Good.
♪ mm mm mm, if I break your heart ♪
Are you sure
this is a good idea?
- ♪ can you feel love anymore? ♪
- Yes.
Get the photos to Sandquist
at the Chronicle.
I want everyone to know
what happened here today.
♪ freedom is a state of mind ♪
Dad!
They got her.
♪ you know
I wanna help you out ♪
And we are just now getting
reports that
former FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen
has been shot and killed.
No comment yet from the FBI...
♪ if I break your heart ♪
Agent Ressler knows what
we're doing, right?
I mean,
he knows about Agent Keen?
I called,
but he's still testifying
before the commission.
He is not gonna like this.
♪ if I break your heart ♪
♪ can you feel love anymore? ♪
♪ do you feel love anymore? ♪
♪ mm mm mm,
if I break your heart ♪
♪ can you feel love anymore? ♪
♪ do you feel love anymore? ♪
The men you work for--
Asher Sutton
is done paying them.
From now on,
you deal with me.
They will come
for you, huh?
I'm counting on it.
♪ don't wanna see you
struggle when ♪
Yes, worse than I thought.
I'm gonna need the shop-vac
and three tins
of Buckner's saddle soap.
Okay, tell me what you see.
Uh, the website says
"Kill confirmed."
Perfect.
Okay, Delgado's admin site
should automatically release
the funds into escrow.
When they do, Wendigo should
get an e-mail with a link
to a routing number.
Now, the actual funds
won't be available for 32 hours,
but the routing number
can be back-traced
to give us an address.
Hang on. Here we go.
I got an e-mail.
Read me the routing number.
Thank you, Aram.
That will be all.
What are you doing?
I'd prefer to know who
put you on that site
before the FBI.
I can't get
a physical address
from the routing number
without Aram's help.
Borakove, wake and bake
and grab a pen.
I have a routing number
I need you to track.
Arioch Cain?
You?
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
You're supposed
to be dead.
I saw it on the news.
- Take me off the site.
- Site?
What site?
What are you talking about?
Look at me and listen
to what I'm saying to you,
because I'm in no mood
to repeat myself.
We know
what you've done.
We know you have
the power to stop it.
No, he doesn't.
I'm the one you're looking for.
I'm the one who wants you dead.
On the couch.
You need to take me
off that site.
No!
What site?!
What the hell is going on?
What are you people
doing here?
She ruined everything.
This isn't a game!
People are trying to kill me!
Blair, what are they
talking about?
What you wanted.
How many times have you said
that you wanted her dead,
that you wanted the person
who killed mom to die?
The Orea bombing.
Your mother died
in the Orea bombing.
Look at her.
Her name was Sharon.
Did you know that
before you blew her up?
Blair, honey,
whatever they're telling
you to do--
No!
Dad, no.
I am so sorry,
but I had nothing to do--
You killed her!
No, she didn't.
It's understandable that
you would think she did,
- but she didn't.
- You're wrong.
Take it down, Blair, before
more innocent people die.
My mom was innocent.
I lost my mom when
I was a little girl.
I know how you feel.
You don't.
I still think about her
every day--
what we
might talk about...
what her voice
might sound like.
I promise you,
I had nothing to do
with your mother's death.
I will do
whatever it takes
to find
the people responsible.
But I can't do anything until
you take me off that site.
_
Thank you.
Blair...
I'm gonna get the people
that killed your mother.
You made the right call.
Not only is Keen safe,
but the site's down,
and we have leads
on four assassins
we didn't know existed.
I thought you'd be furious.
You know what I am?
I'm scared,
because for a minute,
I thought Keen was gone.
I thought that, uh...
Agent Ressler,
when you have a moment.
We got to do a better job.
We got to go out there,
and we got to find her
and bring her in, because
every day she's out there
is the day we could lose her.
Don't ever hug me
like that again.
Mrs. Hitchin, I assume
you're here to tell me
that the Commission came
to a sensible decision
about how to handle
the Director.
These red velvet cake pops
are delicious.
The Commission's work
is ongoing,
but Laurel and I
think it's prudent
for us all to be
on the same page.
Yeah, that's not
gonna happen.
Yeah, it is,
and here's why.
We're not gonna repeat the
intelligence failures of 9/11.
The FBI and the CIA
must communicate,
which means you two
must work together.
From now on, you share intel--
anything and everything relating
to the whereabouts
of Reddington and Keen.
I'm fine with that.
Agency's always been
an open book on this topic.
I think you're making
a big mistake here.
The President
doesn't agree.
And if I'm not willing
to cooperate?
Then you'll be replaced
by someone who is.
Agent Ressler,
in the interests
of national security,
this is the best
course of action.
Hmm. Seems you've upgraded
this place.
I'd love to have a tour.
Everyone has a way
they want to be perceived--
a cover story, a lie.
They tell you what
they want you to believe.
But I think actions
speak louder than words,
especially the ones
we take out of loyalty
or our sense of duty
or love
or out of hope
for a second chance.
That's all I want for you,
Liz-- a second chance.
I'll do anything to make sure
that you get it.
I hope you're okay.
If you get this, I'll be here.
- Hey, where have you been?
- Working on my tan.
How did it go?
I tried calling you.
We had a very, uh,
productive conversation.
Oh, my God.
Is that-- is that blood
on your collar?
What have you done?
Hey, look, I told you
I would fix it, so I did.
Open the trunk.
- No, Gwen...
- Open the trunk!
You don't want me to do that.
Do you have any idea
who these people are?
If you did something,
if you--
They're gonna think
it was me, okay?
They'll come for me.
No, they're not gonna
come for you
without going
through me first.
Gw-Gwen!
Oh, my God.
Oh.
It's fine.
Don't worry about it.
♪ ohh, feel like crying ♪
It's done.
The Blacklist...
Dembe is more than
an associate to me.
Please find him.
Asher Sutton?
He's my fast pass
to finding Karakurt.
He's got a weakness
for street life, hustlers.
You're a fascinating character,
Mr. Wainright.
This number will lead us
to Reddington.
All I wanted to hear.
Mr. Solomon... I know how
to locate Reddington.
How long do I have?
You have 30 minutes.
That's not enough time.
That's all you've got to
document it and clean it.
Dad!
They got her.
And we are just now getting
reports that
former FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen
has been shot and killed.
No comment yet from the FBI,
but moments ago,
this photo appeared on the
Washington Chronicle website.
The paper,
quoting anonymous sources,
is saying Keen was one
of several victims
shot at an undisclosed location
outside of New York City.
Keen stands accused of
committing
the worst acts of terrorism
on American soil
in over a decade.
She's been a fugitive
for the past five weeks,
the subject of one
of the largest manhunts
in FBI history.
The details
are still coming in,
and we are working
to confirm them for you,
but it appears, on day 37...
Are you sure
this is a good idea?
Yes.
Get the photos to Sandquist
at the Chronicle.
I want everyone to know
what happened here today.
_
So, hi.
My name is Asher Sutton.
What's yours?
And, please, don't tell me
it's Wainwright,
'cause that is about as phony
as that watch you're wearing.
Your job was to get
into his world,
and within two minutes,
he clocks you're not
who you say you are?
I wanted him to catch me.
Why bother with him
at all?
You want to help Liz,
you need to find Karakurt.
I can't do that
until I get access
to the Russians that Karakurt
is hiding out with.
Asher Sutton
is gonna give me that.
Why would he do that?
Everybody needs a rush.
For some, it's drugs
or sex or whatever.
But a guy
like Asher Sutton,
he just wants to know
how the other half lives.
No, seriously,
who are you?
Raised by a single mom.
Used to clean dorms
at Bronx College.
Uh, I got a brother
in prison.
I'm nobody.
I'm a townie.
Hmm.
My great-grandfather--
he was a hustler,
con man, a townie.
The only person in my family
worth a lick
was, like,
exactly like you.
Ah, so that's why
you didn't bust me, huh?
I tapped into his accounts.
Sutton owes a lot of money.
He withdraws $20,000 in cash
once a month.
Who he's paying or why,
I-I don't know.
Take a wild guess.
That sounds nice,
all right?
I appreciate
the offer, really,
but listen,
I don't want to impose.
Listen, for saving your ass,
I think I deserve
one person
at my engagement party
who I actually
want to talk to.
All right.
My name is Matt Buckley.
Pleasure to meet you,
Matt Buckley.
Cheers.
Cheers.
_
Did you know
a Presidential Commission
was looking
into the attacks?
It's time for us to move.
If they do their job,
if they look for the truth,
this could all end.
Lizzy, we have
to move now.
The Cabal--
they found us.
Worse.
What could be
worse than that?
Not what, who.
Wendigo.
Wendigo? Who's that?
The myth of
a nameless assassin.
And he's coming for you.
This Wendigo, if he doesn't
work for the Cabal,
who does he work for?
No one.
He's not for hire.
Wendigo is the embodiment
of vigilante justice.
He identifies,
hunts, and kills targets
he deems
unfit for society.
Some believe
he's ex-special ops
because his presence
is felt but never seen.
Whatever his history,
apparently,
you've caught his attention.
This vigilante believes
I deserve to die?
_
A transport team
is en route.
I'll call you
when they arrive.
Call me?
Where are you going?
To get help.
...the courage to change
the things I can,
and the wisdom
to know the difference.
Amen.
Amen.
Fold your hands
in front of you.
Walk.
An assassin has targeted
Agent Keen.
If we haven't found her,
he won't.
He's better than you.
He's better than me.
That's why I need your help
to protect her.
I thought that's what
your job was.
Well, I failed at that.
Turn around.
I'm a little rusty
in the 12 steps,
but if I'm not mistaken,
step 9 is making amends.
I can't do that
without you.
I suggest you start
with step 4
and make a searching
and fearless
moral inventory
of yourself.
I admire the way you're dealing
with your addiction, Donald.
I tried NA once after
an opium den
in Kuala Lumpur
got the best of me.
Didn't stick.
I couldn't get past
the requirement
to believe in a power
greater than myself.
Officer down.
I repeat, officer down.
546 Hawthorne Place.
Send all units.
You got four minutes.
What I know about this assassin
will take less than two.
Several of Wendigo's killings
are cold cases on
the Bureau's radar.
El Malo Grande headed the
Mejia cartel out of Guatemala.
He was killed while living
under an alias in Madrid.
Jose Perez,
exiled Angolan dictator,
was murdered while
hiding out in Brasilia.
Maybe they're cold because
no one mourns their loss.
They're despicable thugs.
- Any known aliases?
- No.
The only hit on
our forensics database is this.
Both kills were made using
a homemade projectile
fired from some kind of
improvised firearm.
Handcrafted weapons, homemade
bullets used in homicides.
The list
can't be that long.
Have it compiled
by the time I get back
from getting my ass kicked at
the Presidential Commission.
Thank you for letting us
protect Agent Keen.
We're not going after Wendigo
to protect Keen.
We're going after him
to find her.
Those despicable thugs--
they were wanted fugitives.
Everyone was looking for them.
Wendigo found them.
If he can do that,
he can find Keen.
When he does, I'm gonna be there
to arrest her.
Lizzy, my transport team
is on-site.
You need to leave
with them now.
Did Ressler
agree to help?
My people will take you
to the jet.
From there,
you'll fly to Quito.
Oh! Gun!
- Get into the car.
- Lizzy?
- Where is he?!
- We go on my ready.
1...2...
No! Get down!
Talk to me. Lizzy?
Ah!
Aram, what happened?
Mr. Reddington?
The shooting--
what do you know?
Agent Navabi
is en route.
NYPD is confirming
two fatalities.
Agent Keen?
No. Oh, uh, God, no.
Agent Keen stole a car,
abandoned it 10 blocks
from the scene.
Where are you on Wendigo?
Uh, that, you know, I'm not
really supposed to talk about.
You have five seconds.
4... 3...
According
to Mexican authorities,
the gun he used in one
of the cold cases
was made
by a master gunsmith
named Zachary O'Toole,
AKA Zed.
Uh, we haven't been able
to locate him.
Please tell me you
didn't get to zero.
Hello?
Well, the President
doesn't need a commission
to find out where the failure
of intelligence happened.
I agree, but the commission
has a job to do.
So this all just
cover your ass?
I doubt Hitchin agrees with you.
Answer her questions
directly,
and keep your opinions
to yourself.
Reven.
Hey.
Aw!
Hand to God,
how amazing was Saturday?
I know I'm his mom,
but Philip's Bar Mitzvah--
cutest thing ever.
It was incredible.
Although my idiot husband
did order
500 extra swag bags,
so one for you, one for you.
Uh, Donald Ressler,
the President's
National Security Adviser.
Laurel Hitchin.
Reven speaks
very highly of you.
I look forward
to your testimony.
That makes one of us.
Uh, truth be told,
I'm a little, uh, nervous.
Don't be. We're not
looking for a scapegoat.
Just the truth.
Can I give you
a bit of advice?
Please.
The mint-chocolate candies
are a little stale,
but the red velvet cake pops--
to die for.
Agent Ressler, are you
withholding material evidence
that could lead to the capture
of Elizabeth Keen?
Absolutely not, no.
Then you are sharing
information with the CIA.
Not at this time.
Are you aware of the fact
that after 9/11,
the US intelligence system
was overhauled
to make sure that
information was shared.
I'm not sharing information
with the CIA.
Because Mr. Kotsiopolus
has been accused
of heading
the organization
that may be responsible
for these attacks.
Accusations which have yet
to be substantiated.
Until they are, he deserves
the benefit of the doubt.
As does Elizabeth Keen.
Do you have evidence
that the Cabal exists?
Names of Cabal members
have been published--
I know about the Fulcrum.
I've seen the list.
It's 25 years old.
Names on that list are
in positions of power.
Susan Hanover
from Verdiant--
The Hanover arrest
came out of
your pursuit
of Elizabeth Keen.
Doesn't that suggest
the link is to her?
No, no.
I believe that Ms. Keen
was there in an effort
to clear her name.
She was your partner?
Correct, yes.
Do you believe
she's innocent?
My job isn't to determine
her guilt or innocence.
You didn't answer
my question.
My job is to
apprehend Ms. Keen,
and I have no problem
doing that.
I am not asking
about your job.
I'm asking
what you believe.
Elizabeth Keen
is not a terrorist.
So you believe
she's innocent?
Yes, I do.
I believe that if she
is given a fair trial
by a jury of her peers,
there aren't 12 people
in America
who wouldn't agree
with me.
Thank you.
Navabi.
I've been thinking
about the shooter.
- Where are you?
- He had a clear line of sight
and a secure location.
On the other side
of McDougal,
there is a hotel,
The Palace
or Park something--
It had to be from there.
Contact hotel security.
They'll have footage.
You might get an image.
If you're lucky, a print.
Over here.
Samar?
This guy's good, Liz.
Nice catch.
What did you find?
_
He found you once.
He'll find you again.
And this time,
he may not miss.
Samar,
what did you find?
Liz, you know I'm here,
so you must be close.
Turn yourself in.
Take responsibility
for what you've done.
I would. I do.
But not for the things
I haven't.
Psalm 1:1.
What's that?
"Blessed is he
who walks not
in the council
of the wicked."
The bullet was so close,
I could hear it.
I thought...
Shh.
I have good news.
Dembe made contact.
You spoke to him?
No. We have a protocol.
He initiated it.
I'll meet him later today.
In the meantime,
Aram gave me a name--
a gunsmith who makes
Wendigo's weapons.
Feds don't know
how to find him.
But I do.
What the--
w-what is this?
Hands.
Sit.
Wendigo, the assassin...
Who the hell are you?
...tell me how to find him.
How do I find Wendigo?
I don't--
I have no idea.
Would you look at that?
.416 Rigby Mauser.
And fully loaded, no less.
Ah.
An African bull elephant
weighs 14,000 pounds,
and this can bring one down.
I happened upon one of those
magnificent creatures
in the Zambezi Valley, and one
of these came in quite handy.
- You shot an elephant?
- Lord, no.
I shot the poacher that was
about to kill the elephant.
I know a place that
he stayed at before.
I-I'm not sure if
that's where he is now,
but I can give you an address.
Of course you can.
♪ I wouldn't want
to dance without you ♪
♪ without you,
I would rather be alone ♪
♪ and unless my arms... ♪
Take the stairs!
No!
Grab my arm.
I'm not the only one.
There are more,
and they're coming.
Who's coming?
You can't stop them.
Who?
NYPD is still trying to
confirm the victim was Wendigo,
but traffic cameras
in the area confirm
that Mr. Reddington and
Agent Keen were in the vicinity.
Also, agents on scene
forwarded a hard drive
they found in
the unsub's apartment.
Check this out.
What am I looking at?
An advertisement
for a hit man.
Someone was going to pay Wendigo
$700,000 to kill Liz.
- Who?
- Not just Wendigo.
They'll be others.
That's the scary part.
This isn't a contract.
It's a bounty
on the darknet.
"Wanted--
dead not alive."
That's what
it's actually called?
Someone with
the screen name
"Arioch Cain" put
a price on her head.
Now any nutjob
who kills Agent Keen
will collect the money
if he can prove he did it.
How does he do that?
By submitting the date,
location,
and method of execution,
plus a unique identifier.
Wendigo's was Psalm 1:1.
Can you take down the site?
It is decentralized, cached on
servers all over the world.
I take one down,
two pop up.
It is completely anonymous,
so there's no way to tell who
this Arioch Cain really is.
When NYPD forwarded me
the hard drive,
they told me they believe
there's a laptop that's missing.
Reddington.
If he took it, could he trace
who put up the money?
No. See,
the person who put her
on the site
didn't put up the money.
- Then who did?
- Haters--
people who believe what
they read about Agent Keen.
They make
Bitcoin donations--
the miracle
of crowdsourcing
turned on its head
to crowd-fund murder.
The more notorious the target,
the bigger the fund,
and the more people
who will try it.
We thought Wendigo was bad.
This is way worse.
There's no limit
to how many assassins
could be coming after her.
Dembe's here.
Where's Dembe?
What happened?
You must be
Asher's newest BFF.
I'm Gwen, his other
significant other.
Oh, yeah.
Does he have a lot?
Oh, yes.
Asher's quite the collector.
He's the chocolate
inside the M&M.
You're the hard shell.
Melts in your mouth,
does he?
Or my hand.
I'm good either way.
Lucky man.
Tell me, mister, um...
Buckley--
Matt Buckley.
Tell me, Mr. Buckley,
do you believe in love
at first sight?
I don't know.
I think love is, uh,
more of an acquired taste.
Have you ever acquired it--
love?
Yeah.
Once.
You say that like
it's a bad thing.
Love isn't like
an orgasm, Mr. Buckley.
Once is quite enough.
Yeah, it should have been.
Maybe it will be.
Who knows, right?
I've loved Asher Sutton
since the moment
I laid eyes on him.
I love everything
about him,
including his peculiar
affinity for collectibles,
even at
my engagement party.
On one condition--
that they look me
in the eye
and promise me
that they will never, ever
do anything to harm
the man that I love.
I promise.
Well, then...
Well, what are
you waiting for?
I need a refill.
You got it.
Maybe I wasn't clear
how this works, huh?
I told you I'll have it
to you by Friday.
And I told you
I'm not here to negotiate.
It's due today.
Excuse me.
Is there a problem?
No, no. it-it's okay.
It's fine.
- You sure?
- Yeah, it's okay.
He said it's okay, huh?
I heard him.
Maybe you should go.
We're not through here, huh?
Looks like I made
a new friend.
I really wish
you hadn't done that.
I stayed with him
until he was gone.
I didn't want
to leave him behind.
But they were coming,
and if I had tried
to bring him back with me,
we would have both
been killed.
We will avenge
this good man's death,
I promise you.
We can't stay here.
Oh, my God.
This emblem--
I've seen it before.
You were on the website.
No. T-t-that was just--
We know what it is
and why you have it.
You want the bounty
for yourself.
That's why you
gave us Wendigo--
to knock out the competition.
Who put her on the site?
I don't know.
Oh, my God! Ugh!
Who put her on the site?
I-I only know the screen name
of the site creator--
Gavrilo Princip.
Thank you for your time.
Aah!
You can't just bust into
my place, bring me here--
You saw the warrant,
Princip.
This is the site creator?
You're Gavrilo Princip?
Real name Gavin Delgado.
You can't take my--
Those computers are
intellectual property!
Elizabeth isn't safe here.
Better call Edward,
tell him to get the jet ready.
Edward, Mr. Vargas.
I'm with Reddington
and Keen.
Edward?
I always liked the name Edward.
I've been instructed
to inform you
to meet us at the Garden Avenue
Airfield right away.
Get the car.
Has the CIA
shared intel
regarding the acts of terror
with the FBI?
- Yes.
- In your opinion,
why hasn't
the Bureau reciprocated?
Because the person responsible
is FBI Special Agent
Elizabeth Keen.
So you don't share
Agent Ressler's opinion
that she's innocent?
Elizabeth Keen
is a Russian sleeper agent.
She said as much
to Agent Ressler
when she scaled the wall
of the Russian embassy,
admitted that her real name
is Masha Rostova,
and asked for asylum.
And the Fulcrum?
The Fulcrum is
an irrelevant relic,
which, in case you haven't read
Cathcart's piece in the Post,
is being systematically debunked
as we speak.
He likens it to
The Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion,
uh, which has taken a few
anomalous grains of truth
and spun a mountain of lies,
concocted by
conspiracy theorists.
Forgive me,
but I don't draw
my evidence from
the popular press.
Facts, then.
The Fulcrum was released
by Raymond Reddington,
a man without morals,
without conscience,
and certainly without
any credibility.
And the existence
of a Cabal?
State-sanctioned
acts of terror by Russia.
- Threat Level Red.
- Where's Edward?
Specter of another Cold War.
In times of chaos,
I can understand
the public's need
for a simple solution.
Ergo a Cabal.
What have you done?
So you deny running
any such organization?
A shadow government
that controls world events?
I'm flattered, but, uh, yes,
I deny running
any such organizations.
I can assure you
there is no Cabal.
Mr. Reddington...
Oh!
I think you know
the outcome of this.
Even if you shoot me and perhaps
one of my associates,
even if your girlfriend
gets off a shot or two...
...you're both gonna die.
Put down your gun, Elizabeth.
Put down the gun.
You created the site.
You can take Agent Keen
off the site.
No, I can't.
I don't believe you.
You don't believe me?
Go try a layer four UDP/TCP
in the OSI stacks.
Agent Navabi?
I don't understand
half of what he's saying.
I don't even know what
questions to ask him.
I thought you were great.
Maybe I can talk to him.
Look, Gavin--
Mr. Delgado, we both know you
can take that site down.
I don't choose
who deserves to die.
The masses do.
No Capitol Hill,
no committees, no debates.
I've created the purest form
of democracy.
By dispersing power directly
into the hands of the people,
no single person possesses
the ability to tip the scales.
And I don't choose targets.
The people do.
If you don't take
Agent Keen off your site--
You'll what?
Hit me with
a denial of service attack?
Actually, I was thinking
more like
millions of
repetitive requests.
My mitigation capacity
will frag
any traffic
you throw at.
I know your dark web P2P is
cached on multiple servers,
but I've got a virus
concealed via rootkit.
Look,
I'm way ahead of you.
There's a reason people
trust me enough
to put millions
in my site.
Because they know you
can't take the money and run.
Which means
it's a two-key system.
You can't take
Agent Keen's name down.
Only the person
who nominated her
to be assassinated
can do that.
Good talk.
What is the deal
with you two anyways?
It's what everybody
wants to know.
Some say it's
a daddy/daughter thing.
Others swear
it's May-September.
I prefer to believe...
it's a little of both.
The fact that
we're still alive
means you need
something from me.
Whatever it is,
let her go.
My resources are
at your disposal.
It's a limited-time offer,
Matias.
You need to act now.
Oh, you'll give me
what I need.
I'm certain of that.
Right there. That's good.
Come here!
Let go! Stop!
Get her up there!
Grab her legs!
Get your hands off me.
Pin her down!
Stay there!
You need to stay put.
Call the Director.
Tell him I'll give him
everything I've been collecting,
all the evidence against him.
- Call him!
- You don't need to concern yourself
with the Director anymore.
You're in my care now,
Reddington.
You don't understand.
They're gonna come after me,
after us.
Look, I know, but there
has to be something you can do.
Who?
Please, listen.
You've done enough.
No. Come on.
Why?
You got yourself
into something, right?
Tell me what.
Let me help you.
Um...
What do you know about
underground boxing?
Human dog fighting.
People die.
You don't want to bet on that.
No, no, no.
I didn't bet on it.
I did it.
I mean, I-I fought.
Let me guess.
You lost.
No. I won.
That's the problem.
These guys-- they wanted me
to throw a fight, but...
People lost
a lot of money--
the wrong
kind of people.
He paid them back,
but these people,
they-- they found out
about his family.
They're extorting him--
20 grand a month.
They'll kill him
if he doesn't pay.
That guy, the one you
scared off, he's low-level.
But the guys he works
for are, uh, Russians.
You know,
they're organized.
Russians?
I hired
a private detective
to see if
I could cut a deal.
They found pieces of him
along the Allegheny.
It's never gonna end.
Yeah, it is,
because I'm gonna fix it.
No, listen, please.
I owe you this.
I can't let you--
Hey, let him talk.
Okay.
What would you do, Matt?
To do what I do well,
I need my enemies to fear me.
Every life that I take
sends a message.
What happens next...
...will be international news.
I'm gonna execute a terrorist
and a crime lord.
Style points count.
Solomon!
One...
Solomon!
...must work slowly,
with great attention to detail,
peeling flesh from bone
like a butcher
filleting a salmon.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Lizzy,
where'd he go-- Solomon?
He got away.
Dembe.
Ahh.
I've secured a safe site less
than a mile away--
5243 North Park.
Call me as soon
as you arrive.
Dembe?
Dembe?
We're gonna get you well.
We're going with him.
What are you doing?
I'm going with Dembe.
You're not safe here.
Aram, tell me
she's off the site.
I thought I could.
- I thought, uh--
- We gave you the name
of the man who created
the site two hours ago.
Have you found him?
Yes, but it is a two-key system.
He is only one of the keys.
The other key is
this Arioch Cain,
the person who put her on
the site, and I can't find him
unless I can follow the money,
and there is no money to follow
until the bounty
is put in escrow.
Mr. Reddington,
I am so sorry,
but the only way they're taking
Agent Keen's name off the site
is if she's dead.
Well, we're just gonna
have to kill her.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Bad connection.
Did you just say
we'll have to kill her?
Aram, listen to me
very carefully.
This is
what I need you to do.
Today is your lucky day.
You're going to cop a plea.
All you have to do
is enter your passkey
and confirm that Wendigo
killed Agent Keen.
Date of death, cause of death,
and unique identifier--
Psalm 1:1.
When you do, Arioch Cain
will enter his passkey
to release the bounty.
No one
is releasing anything
without independent verification
that she's dead.
We have someone
working on that.
♪ mm mm mm,
if I break your heart ♪
Open up a bit.
♪ can you feel love any more? ♪
♪ do you feel love anymore? ♪
There. Good.
♪ mm mm mm, if I break your heart ♪
Are you sure
this is a good idea?
- ♪ can you feel love anymore? ♪
- Yes.
Get the photos to Sandquist
at the Chronicle.
I want everyone to know
what happened here today.
♪ freedom is a state of mind ♪
Dad!
They got her.
♪ you know
I wanna help you out ♪
And we are just now getting
reports that
former FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen
has been shot and killed.
No comment yet from the FBI...
♪ if I break your heart ♪
Agent Ressler knows what
we're doing, right?
I mean,
he knows about Agent Keen?
I called,
but he's still testifying
before the commission.
He is not gonna like this.
♪ if I break your heart ♪
♪ can you feel love anymore? ♪
♪ do you feel love anymore? ♪
♪ mm mm mm,
if I break your heart ♪
♪ can you feel love anymore? ♪
♪ do you feel love anymore? ♪
The men you work for--
Asher Sutton
is done paying them.
From now on,
you deal with me.
They will come
for you, huh?
I'm counting on it.
♪ don't wanna see you
struggle when ♪
Yes, worse than I thought.
I'm gonna need the shop-vac
and three tins
of Buckner's saddle soap.
Okay, tell me what you see.
Uh, the website says
"Kill confirmed."
Perfect.
Okay, Delgado's admin site
should automatically release
the funds into escrow.
When they do, Wendigo should
get an e-mail with a link
to a routing number.
Now, the actual funds
won't be available for 32 hours,
but the routing number
can be back-traced
to give us an address.
Hang on. Here we go.
I got an e-mail.
Read me the routing number.
Thank you, Aram.
That will be all.
What are you doing?
I'd prefer to know who
put you on that site
before the FBI.
I can't get
a physical address
from the routing number
without Aram's help.
Borakove, wake and bake
and grab a pen.
I have a routing number
I need you to track.
Arioch Cain?
You?
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
You're supposed
to be dead.
I saw it on the news.
- Take me off the site.
- Site?
What site?
What are you talking about?
Look at me and listen
to what I'm saying to you,
because I'm in no mood
to repeat myself.
We know
what you've done.
We know you have
the power to stop it.
No, he doesn't.
I'm the one you're looking for.
I'm the one who wants you dead.
On the couch.
You need to take me
off that site.
No!
What site?!
What the hell is going on?
What are you people
doing here?
She ruined everything.
This isn't a game!
People are trying to kill me!
Blair, what are they
talking about?
What you wanted.
How many times have you said
that you wanted her dead,
that you wanted the person
who killed mom to die?
The Orea bombing.
Your mother died
in the Orea bombing.
Look at her.
Her name was Sharon.
Did you know that
before you blew her up?
Blair, honey,
whatever they're telling
you to do--
No!
Dad, no.
I am so sorry,
but I had nothing to do--
You killed her!
No, she didn't.
It's understandable that
you would think she did,
- but she didn't.
- You're wrong.
Take it down, Blair, before
more innocent people die.
My mom was innocent.
I lost my mom when
I was a little girl.
I know how you feel.
You don't.
I still think about her
every day--
what we
might talk about...
what her voice
might sound like.
I promise you,
I had nothing to do
with your mother's death.
I will do
whatever it takes
to find
the people responsible.
But I can't do anything until
you take me off that site.
_
Thank you.
Blair...
I'm gonna get the people
that killed your mother.
You made the right call.
Not only is Keen safe,
but the site's down,
and we have leads
on four assassins
we didn't know existed.
I thought you'd be furious.
You know what I am?
I'm scared,
because for a minute,
I thought Keen was gone.
I thought that, uh...
Agent Ressler,
when you have a moment.
We got to do a better job.
We got to go out there,
and we got to find her
and bring her in, because
every day she's out there
is the day we could lose her.
Don't ever hug me
like that again.
Mrs. Hitchin, I assume
you're here to tell me
that the Commission came
to a sensible decision
about how to handle
the Director.
These red velvet cake pops
are delicious.
The Commission's work
is ongoing,
but Laurel and I
think it's prudent
for us all to be
on the same page.
Yeah, that's not
gonna happen.
Yeah, it is,
and here's why.
We're not gonna repeat the
intelligence failures of 9/11.
The FBI and the CIA
must communicate,
which means you two
must work together.
From now on, you share intel--
anything and everything relating
to the whereabouts
of Reddington and Keen.
I'm fine with that.
Agency's always been
an open book on this topic.
I think you're making
a big mistake here.
The President
doesn't agree.
And if I'm not willing
to cooperate?
Then you'll be replaced
by someone who is.
Agent Ressler,
in the interests
of national security,
this is the best
course of action.
Hmm. Seems you've upgraded
this place.
I'd love to have a tour.
Everyone has a way
they want to be perceived--
a cover story, a lie.
They tell you what
they want you to believe.
But I think actions
speak louder than words,
especially the ones
we take out of loyalty
or our sense of duty
or love
or out of hope
for a second chance.
That's all I want for you,
Liz-- a second chance.
I'll do anything to make sure
that you get it.
I hope you're okay.
If you get this, I'll be here.
- Hey, where have you been?
- Working on my tan.
How did it go?
I tried calling you.
We had a very, uh,
productive conversation.
Oh, my God.
Is that-- is that blood
on your collar?
What have you done?
Hey, look, I told you
I would fix it, so I did.
Open the trunk.
- No, Gwen...
- Open the trunk!
You don't want me to do that.
Do you have any idea
who these people are?
If you did something,
if you--
They're gonna think
it was me, okay?
They'll come for me.
No, they're not gonna
come for you
without going
through me first.
Gw-Gwen!
Oh, my God.
Oh.
It's fine.
Don't worry about it.
♪ ohh, feel like crying ♪
It's done.