The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 20 - The Debt Collector (No. 46) - full transcript

When Liz becomes the target of a mercenary, the Debt Collector, Red turns to an unlikely source for help. Meanwhile, Ressler faces a complication in his efforts to stay ahead of Gale's investigation.

Ouch. Hey, stop.

It's a clasp.

Let's go back to the house.

My parents won't be back from
the club till after midnight.

Mm, fine. But let me tell Jennifer.

She'd kill me if I ditch.

I was thinking, maybe later we should go

to the Joey Schoenberger's cabin and...

Who the hell are you?



You bastard!

Do you remember Eileen Kropp?

What the...

Why can't I move my legs?

- Give me out of here.
- You know, she's... she's dead now.

Overdosed under the Long Beach pier

on some cocktail of drugs you sold her.

Body still, unable to move.

Then, when the tide came in,

all Eileen could do was...

lie there and listen to
the waves lapping over her.

Look, whatever this is,
I promise I can fix this.

This is called recompense.

Eileen Kropp's father, you see,

he tasked me with
doling out your penance.

And so, like Eileen,
you will lie and listen

and breathe until you're still.

- Recompense.
- What?

I can... I can give you money.

Say it with me.


Okay. Recompense.

- That's a good boy.
- No, no, no, no, please, God.

No! No, no, no, no!

No, please! Oh, God! Please!

Please, God!

Oh, no!

No, no!




What are you doing here?

Admiring your tasteful decor.

You don't spend much time here, do you?

- Get out.
- You're not still upset about

our little misunderstanding, are you?

You wanted to kill me.

Prepared. I was prepared to kill you.

Being prepared for something

doesn't necessarily speak to desire,

and here we are.


I'm told you're opening
offices in Paris and London.

My accountant's untimely
demise left the door wide open

for you to purchase that fleet
of cruise ships for a song.

- Well, now...
- I know what happened with Von Hauser.

Everyone does.

That's why you're here,
isn't it? For safe passage?

Yes. Werner's death has cost me

my travel routes in and
out of the continent.

And I'm sure whoever
has my jet at the moment

is trying to decide whether to keep it

or at what astronomical price

they'll sell it back to me.

In the meantime, I have
urgent business in the States

and no way to get there.

There was talk before Von Hauser,

rumors that you were under siege.

People are sharpening their knives.

Are they?

Baldur, you and I are deal-makers.

We buy low and sell high.

Getting that cruise line on the cheap

was better than sex with your mistress.

Either of them.

I'm a little down on my luck.

A penny stock.

Invest in me now and when I rise,

you'll be able to
afford three mistresses.

I may have something in steerage.


My goodness, I haven't been in steerage

since Li Yanping and I stowed
away on a Chinese destroyer

off the coast of Pulau Belitung.

He's known as the Debt Collector,

a mercenary paid to exact revenge.

Exact revenge on me? For what?

All I can tell you is
he's coming to Washington.

But who hired him? Mr. Kaplan?

No. Kate may be targeting
people around you, but not you.

Someone else put him up to this.

Unfortunately, I'm in
no position to help.

- Where are you?
- Not there.

You need to take this to Cooper.

- Are you sure?
- I've spent 30 years building

an intelligence network
of spies, informants,

patriots, traitors.

I've used it to build an empire

that exists for only two reasons...

to keep me free and you safe.

Elizabeth, I may not be there,

but I have eyes and ears everywhere.

And they tell me the Debt
Collector is coming for you,

which means he's the next Blacklister.

The Debt Collector is an avenging angel

who's hired to exact poetic revenge.

His terms are simple...
whatever the perceived crime,

he exacts an equal
measure of punishment.

A pound of flesh.

An extra-legal way to even the score.

I'll assign a round-the-clock
detail to your apartment.

Does Reddington have a lead?

Just a 15-year-old murder
story about a Senator's daughter

who bought cocaine laced with ketamine.

Ultimately, she passed out on the beach

and drowned when the tide came in.

Reddington says the Senator hired

the Debt Collector to get revenge.

Against the kid who
sold her the drugs...

Tyler Obermeir.

Story has it, the Senator
wanted him to die exactly

like his daughter did.

You need to contact the Senator.

I already tried. He died last year.

- What about the dealer?
- Tyler's body was never found.

You said the Senator
wanted the dealer to die

exactly the way his daughter died.

- Yeah. So?
- So exactly where did she die?

Long Beach, under the pier.

Alert local authorities.
Tell them to start digging.

- Any news on Ressler?
- Getting out on O.R.

I'm going to pick him up right now.

I shot a Secret Service agent.

You'd been drugged, manipulated.

Well, there's a defense for you.

I mean, "I'm sorry, Your
Honor, but he was manipulated."

You were. And Dr. Krilov's in custody

negotiating an immunity deal
in exchange for information

about his patients.

The truth will come out,
and you won't be charged.

In the meantime, you're off active duty,

which is exactly what Kaplan intended.

Picking off another Reddington loyalist.

I'm loyal to the task force.

I know, which is why
this terrible situation

- may have a silver lining.
- Gale.

You're free to work with him full time.

He thinks Reddington's feeding
Keen intel on criminals.

That in exchange, she's
keeping him a step ahead of us.

And you need to keep it that way.

What do we got?

One hell of an informant
is what you got.

Whoever tipped you two
had incredible specifics.

15 years later, it's a
miracle we found anything.

The body hasn't decomposed.

Desiccation must've slowed the decay.

Airtight. He mummified.

Tyler M. Obermeir, 140 Edgewood Avenue,

Bridgehampton, New York.

After all this time, you
think toxicology could give us

anything on the killer?

I'm gonna be able to
tell you what this guy ate

for his last two meals,
but it's gonna take time.

- How long?
- Two weeks.

10 days if we throw
everything we got at it.

Elizabeth, tell me something good.

We found Tyler Obermeir,

but even if toxicology can tell
us something about the killer,

this Debt Collector,

- it's gonna take some time.
- We don't have time.

Medical examiner said two weeks.

Elizabeth, you can flip through
every Rolodex at the Bureau,

but when it comes to the
matters of death and necropsy...

... there is one technician

who has gifts that
simply cannot be matched.

How did you get this number?

Kate, I need your services.

Said the spider to the fly.

I wish I were that clever.
This is for Elizabeth.

I need you to look at a body.

Okay, Mr. Cooper, are you ready?

Okay, here we go.

Raymond notified me that the Bureau

may require my assistance.

You're wanted for crimes ranging
from kidnapping to murder.

We are not offering you a deal
in exchange for your assistance.


You're targeting me because
I'm targeting Raymond.

- You targeted Donald Ressler.
- Collateral damage.

To get to Raymond, I may
need to get to his enablers,

including you.

Hello, Elizabeth. It's good to see you.

I know you have good intentions,
but you've got to stop.

- I don't need your help.
- If that were true, deary,

we wouldn't be having this
conversation, would we?

The body from the
beach. Tell me about him.

He was murdered... by the man
we believe is hunting Agent Keen.

We're hoping the victim or some
trace evidence on the victim

may help lead to his capture.

I'll examine the body
under terms and conditions

that guarantee my freedom.

I can't very well protect
Elizabeth from prison.

I don't need your protection.

You do know why you're being hunted
by the Debt Collector, don't you?

No, do you?

It's because you're in Raymond's life.

As long as you are,
killers will be in yours.

What are your terms and conditions?

I need you to dead drop the body.

Dead drop a corpse?

Sounds fun, doesn't it?

Here's what you're gonna do.

The corpse will be
transported to a warehouse

near the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

Once on site,

- it will be inspected by my people.
- You have people?

Once they're confident
we're in good hands,

they'll transport the body
and are not to be followed.

Stay with them. Get me HRT.

If the transport goes as expected,

the body will be delivered
to me for examination.

They stopped under the
Brooklyn/Queens Expressway.

Rodney and Meeker. They're
making some kind of a swap.

Stay with that truck.

If I find something,
when I find something,

I will report back.

Roll out HRT. We breach on my command.

It's a decoy.

This coffin has a false bottom.

That body never left the drop point.

Thank you. You can leave us.

New digs, nice.

You get tired of the, uh, ice rink?

The crime scene's been
officially processed.

B-But these... these bodies,
they're still talking to me.

You want to know what they're saying?

You tell me. You're the ghost whisperer.

They're saying that
Reddington is untouchable.

I mean, these were
powerful people, Donnie,

yet they're all here. Why? Hmm?

Because they crossed Reddington.

Because they informed on him.

Because they... they actually thought

that they could defy him.

Now the living... the living are
telling a whole different story.

This is about Keen helping him.

That's not a story. I
mean, that's a fairy tale.

I know you don't want
that to be true about Keen

or... or any other agent.

Neither do I, especially
after everything that we did

trying to bring down Reddington.

But I'm not talking about Keen.

I'm talking about Reddington's cleaner.

She unearthed 86 of his victims.

86. You know what that tells me?

That she thinks he's touchable.

And if she thinks he's touchable,

I'm willing to bet
that others do as well.

Let's find out, Donnie. Come on.

Where are we going?

Hey, were you gone? I
feel like you were gone.

Things got crazy on another case.

Crazier than an ice skating
rink full of dead bodies?

I got brainwashed into thinking

that the President's
national security advisor

had kidnapped an eyewitness
to the murder she committed.

Brainwashing, huh?

Come on.

- Where are we going, Julian?
- Federal Building.

We have an appointment
with Marvin Gerard.

- Reddington's lawyer?
- Yeah. How'd you know that?

Come on, how many years
did we track him for?

Line two.

Were you able to find anything?

I was. The man you're
looking for is Edgar Grant.

Did you pull a print or find blood?

Grant was too careful for that.

He left no trace evidence
and did everything he could

to make sure the body was never found,

which is how I found him.

- Zeolite.
- Zeolite?

Mr. Obermeir died of suffocation,

which tells us nothing.

The tell is in how he was buried.

Zeolite absorbed the odors
from the decaying body,

which is why he wasn't found.

Zeolite is commonly
used to control odors

in hospitals and schools.

Get a list of schools and
medical facilities in the area.

- You don't need a list.
- Why is that?

Grant works at Horizon Middle
School in Fairfax County.

I suppose next you're gonna
tell us what he does there.

- He's a janitor.
- On a hunch,

I ran the Long Beach police
logs the night Obermeir vanished,

and it turns out a pickup truck
was cited for a broken taillight

four blocks from where
Obermeir's body was found.

Let me guess, the driver was a janitor

from Horizon Middle
School named Edgar Grant.

Get a last known address.
Navabi, Keen, get there.

Not Elizabeth.

The Debt Collector's looking for her.

She's right. It's too dangerous.

I want to be in the field.

I know. But you should be
at the safe house with Agnes.

We'll notify you when
we have Grant in custody.

We have agents at the school now.

He's not there, and he
didn't show up for work today.

Do you have any idea where he
might be, how we can reach him?

Edgar's working late.

There's a dance at the school tonight.

Is my husband in some kind of trouble?

Agent Navabi.

What's in here, Mrs. Grant?

- Edgar's antiques.
- Antiques?

He's a collector...
garage and estate sales.

It's where he dilly
dallies, his workshop.

Edgar says the
collection's quite valuable.

Hey, it's me. Is everything okay?

Under control.

Red's people took Agnes and
everything I need to the safe house.

I'm headed there now. I
just have to pack a bag.

- What's going on?
- We found his place.

This guy, Liz, he's a
special kind of strange.

Take photos. I wanna see everything.

Hey, let me call you back when
I get to the safe house. Bye.

Don't move. Just be still.

I'd like to ask you to turn around...

very slowly.

That's it.


- Reddington.
- It's true.

Agnes is safe with my people,

but it appears the Debt
Collector grabbed Elizabeth

before she made it to the safe house.

We're getting the word
out now, local and federal.

How did this happen? I thought
your people were protecting her.

- So did I.
- It had to be Kaplan.

She must've hired the Debt Collector

and told him where to find Agent Keen,

which makes no sense.

She helped us to identify a suspect.

His name is Edgar Grant,

a janitor at a public middle school.

- Do you have him?
- No, but Navabi and a tech team

are at a home as we speak.

I don't believe Kaplan is behind this.

We're not seeing the whole picture.

Find your suspect and do
it fast before he collects

on whatever debt
Elizabeth allegedly owes.

- Where are you?
- Traveling.

I'll do what I can from
here, but my reach is limited.

You need to find Elizabeth, Harold.

Listen to me, Edgar.

That's your name, isn't it?

- Edgar Grant?
- How do you know that?

The FBI raided your house this morning.

So if you hurt me, you'll
only make it worse for yourself

and your family when you're arrested.

Why are you doing
this? You don't know me.

Oh, I'm a debt collector.

My client wants what you owe him,

and he hired me to make you pay.

- Who?
- Your old friend... Tyson Pryor.

Tyson Pryor's in prison.

Why would you want to help him?

Like I said, it's my job.

Things got a little rough
for Mr. Pryor in prison.

His face got disfigured because of

a faulty deep fryer

while he's doing kitchen duty.

So that's my fault?

He wants to kill me 'cause
he had a rough go inside?

Kill you? Nobody's saying
anything about killing you.

My instructors were not to harm a hair

on your pretty little head...

until he's present.

So it's him? Edgar Grant
is the Debt Collector?

Definitely. He keeps the items
he's collected in his basement

along with detailed
specs on each object.

A pair of hands taken from a man
who physically abused his wife.

An eye from a witness who
supposedly made a false ID.

- It's all body parts?
- No. Paintings, cash.

He doesn't return what he's taken

to the person who's hired him.

He keeps them for himself.
What they get is revenge.

The satisfaction of knowing
that their debt has been repaid.

Agent Navabi,

you asked about anything
relating to Elizabeth Keen?

Hang on, I think we
might have something.

Please tell me it's something
we can use to track this guy.

No, not him.

But, um, maybe the psycho
who hired him to grab Liz.

What do we know about Tyson Pryor?

In 2012, eight handwritten envelopes

were sent and delivered
by the U.S. Postal Service

to the president of eight
Universities around the country.

Inside the envelopes were blank pages.

And highly lethal doses of anthrax.

Yeah, I remember. It
was a huge news story.

Three of the presidents
targeted were killed.

Three more spent time in
intensive care, but survived.

The Bureau launched a
manhunt for the individual

or individuals responsible.

Ultimately, the case was
solved by a young FBI profiler

who was on the New
York Mobile Psych Unit.

- Liz.
- Keen's profile led to the arrest

of one Tyson Pryor,

a sociology professor
at one of the schools

who was angry at his
university president

because he was denied tenure.

- I thought he was sentenced to life.
- He was.

But according to the Bureau of
Prisons, he has terminal cancer.

Pryor was granted compassionate
release to a hospice

in Baltimore two weeks ago.

So that's why he hired
the Debt Collector,

to get revenge before he dies.

Navabi, get to Pryor.

He's got to know a way to find this guy.

Mr. Gerard, I'm Special
Agent Julian Gale.

This is Special Agent Ressler.

Yes, Agent Ressler.

W-Wait, you two know each other?

Well, Donald was the public
face of the manhunt for Raymond

when he was on the run
with Elizabeth Keen.

Everyone in my world
knows Donald Ressler.

We're here to make a deal with you.

If there's a deal to make,

I'll make it with Agent Ressler.

Yeah, that's not happening.

During the manhunt, I watched
Agent Ressler's press briefings.

He was smug, arrogant, and professional.

You, my friend, just
seem smug and arrogant.

You may go.

Listen, pal, you don't get
to decide who stays, who goes.

No, only whether to talk or not.

Well, I'll just be right outside then.

Have a nice chat, Mr. Gerard.

- That seemed to go well.
- What the hell was that?

- He doesn't know anything.
- Clearly you wanna keep it that way,

which is why there is a deal to be made.

You get me out, and
I keep my mouth shut.

A deal requires that you talk.

No, a deal requires that I cooperate,

which in this case means not to talk.

So if we say no, what are you,
gonna betray Reddington? No way.

When it comes to self-preservation,

there is only one person

that I am more devoted to than Raymond,

and you're lookin' at him.

My freedom for my silence.

Or I tell Agent Gale...

the truth about why you
and I are such great pals.

I did what you requested, Raymond.

The FBI has my findings.

She's gone, Kate.
Elizabeth's been taken.

- How?
- You tell me.

Her home was breached.

Whatever our issues,
please tell me you didn't...

If Elizabeth is in danger, you
know it's not because of me.

You may not have ordered her
taken, but because of you,

I am here.

If Elizabeth is harmed
because of all this...

- I gave the FBI a name.
- Yes, Edgar Grant.

And the FBI is doing
everything they can.

But he's already got her.

Whatever it takes, whatever you need,

this conflict of ours can wait.

Goodbye, Raymond.

Please, I assure you
none of this is necessary.

Tyson Pryor's killed a
number of people already.

I need you to stay here.


Put your hands in the air
and turn around slowly.

You're having doubts.

I am.

I haven't loved many people in my life.

Kate is one of them.

You know, as much as her betrayal hurt,

what really hurt was...

knowing what I would
have to do in response.

She was wrong to think
Elizabeth and her child

were safer without me in their lives.

But in the end, she was...

she did what she did out of love

for the little girl she
swore to protect what...

seems like a lifetime ago.

It broke my heart.

That day in the woods.

Hearing the gunshot.

Leaving her behind.

Right or wrong, it was
between you and her.

This war she started must stop.

Kate must be stopped.

I agree.

I'm just not at all
sure of the right way.

And depending on the way,
whether I'd be up to it.

I need to look her in the face

and see if I still recognize her.

Raymond, she has gone too far...

all to prove that you have gone too far.

She can't see what she's become.

What if I'm the one who can't see?

No, Raymond.

Remember why you surrendered
yourself to the FBI

in the first place.

Remember what all of this was about.

You can't give up now.

You can't let Kate destroy everything

that gives you purpose.

Our work is not yet done.

I loved Kate, too,

but it's time to end this.

Stop it.

Stop her.

I got nothin'.

- Did you tell him he could walk?
- Yeah.

For the keys to the
kingdom, and he says no deal.

He won't talk.

Is that a fact?

You don't believe me?
You wanna go talk to him?

I'd love to. Except he insisted
on talking to you... alone.

What... what are you
suggesting here, Julian?

I'm suggesting the two
of you know each other.

You're nuts.

Nuts or...

am I just blind to what's
right in front of me?

Don't go there.

When I mentioned Reddington's cleaner,

you knew it was a woman.

You were Keen's partner.

Let me ask you something.

Where'd you disappear to
for those three days, huh?

- Look, I was working a case.
- Right, right, right,

you were, uh, brainwashed, right?

I mean, is that really
your cover story? Because...

- That's the story. Okay, Julian?
- Yeah.

And I shot a Secret
Service agent because of it,

and they've been holding me.

That's where I've been.

Do not doubt me.


You got that?

Loud and clear.

Elizabeth Keen... where is she?

Burning in hell for all I care.

Who are you?

Part of a team that doesn't exist.

Which makes you a very
unlucky man, Mr. Pryor.

Because I can do whatever
I want in this room.

And no one will stop me.

Lady, I just got out
of prison two weeks ago.

Where you were overheard swearing
revenge on Elizabeth Keen.

Every day to anybody who would listen.

They put me in maximum security prison.

Do you know what they do
to guys who look like me?

I'm nothing but busted
parts thanks to that woman.

Which explains why you had her abducted.

- Now where is she?
- Keen's been taken?

I thought the sky looked a
little bluer this morning.

You can drop the act, Tyson.

We found this in the
home of the man you hired.

Detailed correspondence between you

and a man known as the Debt Collector,

proof that you paid him to abduct Keen.

Well, I don't know what
that is, but it ain't proof,

because I didn't do no...

Where'd he take her?

I swear to God, lady, I don't
know what you're talking about.

Where is she?

Where would I get the
money for a computer,

much less a hit man?

I got a wife, you know.

Joyce. She was a dancer...

till a drunk driver
hit her, took her legs.

Six years for aggravated
vehicular assault,

out in four for good behavior.

That don't seem fair, now, does it?

Let me guess, you killed him.

No, no, no.

When that trucker got
paroled, I tied him up,

pounded his legs into
meat with a sledgehammer.


So you see yourself as a crusader?

Oh, heavens, no. I'm
a sociopath, clearly.

Turns out I-I enjoy inflicting pain,

and I'm very good at it.

But there's not really
a market for open sadism.

Crimes of revenge, on the other hand?

Now there's a gold mine.

And Tyson Pryor...

he's gonna get his money's worth.

Can I help you?

Miss Brady Boatright. I'm here to sub.

Sixth grade, I believe.

Come on in. Sign in at the office.

Yeah, I posted it. And
I'm not taking it down.

Ike, she's super upset.

What do I care? Not my problem.

Please, delete the post!

She said she's not
coming back to school.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

I'm so sorry.

Young man? Young man!

Cyberbullying is grounds for expulsion.

I didn't do anything.

You're gonna take that post down.

What are you gonna do? Send
me to the principal's office?

No, son. I'm gonna
send you to the morgue.

Delete the post.

Do it.

Hey, looks like the gang's all here.

Come on!



I know where the Debt
Collector's taking Elizabeth.

- Have you called Harold Cooper?
- To arrest me? No.

They've already
double-crossed me once today.

Then call my people.

Your people will kill me on sight.

Pryor? Where are you?

I got a young lady here who's
dying to get reacquainted.

There you go.

We're talking about Elizabeth.
I guarantee you won't be harmed.

I'm closer than your people and the FBI.

I'm handling this myself.

If something goes wrong...

You'll what? Shoot me? Again?

Please be careful, Kate.

No need for alarm, Edgar.

Who are you?

Where's Tyson Pryor?

I'm sorry to have misled you,
but Tyson Pryor didn't hire you.

I did.

Hello, Elizabeth.

Sir, I could be wrong,

but, uh, I think I might
know where Agent Keen is.

Some kids at Horizon Middle
School reported seeing a woman

matching Mr. Kaplan's description,

and she was holding a key ring that said

"Troop 1-4-4-4-1."

And their old cabin is on Johnson Lake.

Get me the local
authorities on the line.

Who are you? What... what do you want?

From you? Nothing.

This is all about getting to Kaplan.


By taking advantage of her love for you.

The only emotion powerful enough

to get her to set aside
the rage that consumes her.

A rage that I'm not sure...

she'll ever recover from.

I didn't hurt her.

That must've been dissatisfying for you.

You're a glutton for vengeance.

I understand.

There's almost nothing
as satisfying as revenge,

wanting someone to
hurt because you hurt.

An eye for an eye.

Feels like God's work,

until you realize there is no God

and you've committed sins

for which there is no absolution.

I just did what you
asked. Heh. Nothing more.

Word to the wise...

before you embark on
a journey of revenge,

dig two graves.


Stunningly applicable
even after all these years.

Two graves?

Is the other one for you or for Kaplan?

Neither, I hope.

That's up to her.

ID'ed all but six of the John Doe's.

Nice work.

I guess being a monomaniacal
prick has its benefits.

You're all that...

except for the monomaniacal part.


- Liz is in trouble.
- Talk to me.

I know where she is and I've got backup.

But you need to be there.
Forget the suspension.

Look, just text me
the address, all right?

It's a... it's another case.

You don't have to
explain... Donnie, look,

what I said before, I didn't mean it.

No one's worked harder to
find Reddington than you.

And I'm... I'm sorry.

- I mean...
- Forget about it.

- All right.
- It's all good.

You lied.

You said you were trapped
in steerage on a ship.

I thought I was...

until I was able to trade
one of my last supply routes

in the Balkans for a ride
on Prince Hajjar's jet.

You had me kidnapped.

You put Agnes at risk.

Agnes was never at risk.

And I gave explicit instructions

you were not to be harmed in any way.

Untie me.

I said untie me.

I wish I could.

She's on her way here now
thinking she's going to save me.

I assume so, yes.

And you're gonna kill her.

As I said, that's entirely up to her.

I want to believe there's another way.

After everything that's happened?

What could she possibly
say to convince you?

She doesn't have to convince me.

You already did that.

But for a war to end,

both sides have to be
willing to find peace.

And up until now, it
seems Kate has believed

the only satisfactory outcome

would be if one of us dies.

If that's true, it has to be her.

She's here.

Reddington, don't do this.

Thank you for coming, Cliff.

We believe Elizabeth's inside.

One unsub, likely armed.

The men are in position.

Pascal, she brought a lot of backup.

Is this gonna be a problem?

No, sir. This will
not be a problem. Over.

Reddington, there has to be another way.

- Please don't do this.
- We move quickly.

Two men from the south.
Two from the north.

I count four body men plus our Betty.

Betty's on the move.

I can take the two at
Betty's six and nine

from my perch. Ricardo?

Copy that. I can take the
big one at her one and three.

On my command,

fire only if you have a clean shot.

Remember, she is not to be harmed.

Kaplan! No! It's a trap!


We've been set up.

I got eyes on a grass man 60 yards out.

There's another on
our wing to the south.

No, don't shoot.

I'm made.

I can take one shot,
maybe two on your ready.


Repeat, I can take the Betty
now. Right now. One shot.

No. Hold.

They've got over-watch. I count three.

Everyone, hold your positions.

Hello, Raymond.

Said the fly to the spider.

We go where our hearts take us.

Yours took you to Elizabeth.

And yours kidnapped her.

Thank you, Raymond, for proving my point

better than I ever could.

You underestimate yourself, Kate.

The deaths you've caused
in the name of crippling me

have been more than adequate
to prove what you've become.

I've watched you hold
Elizabeth emotionally hostage.

I never thought you'd hold
her physically hostage as well.

I wanted her here to bear witness.

I regret any hardship it caused
her, but I believe, in the end,

she'll agree it's a small
price to pay for the truth.

I was your friend.

I protected you.

I comforted you.

I loved you.

The truth?

This is the truth.

And it came at an
excruciatingly high price.

What he did is indefensible.

But it's done and it can't be changed.

What matters is now, the truth today,

and that is Reddington
has given me his word

that he can coexist with you.

Will you give me your word
that you can coexist with him?


Because I can't.

FBI! Hands in the air!

There are snipers in the
trees! I count at least two!

Bring them out. Do it! Both of you.

I'll show you mine if
she'll show you hers.

- The Debt Collector...
- Is dead.

Reddington hired him to lure her out.

I gave you 86 victims
and you're arresting me?

I don't know what to say.

Because you've already said it, deary.

When you called out to warn me.

To protect me... from him.

Stop! Don't shoot!

Stand down! Stand down!

- Any sign of Kate?
- Nothing yet.

A search party is still on site.

You let her get away.

I couldn't stop her.

Well, you heard it yourself. Her truth.

That we cannot coexist.

We ran the ballistics.

Kaplan's men didn't take that shot.

So we have a new actor in the mix.

Hey, Donnie.


Any luck on that case you mentioned?


Two steps forward and three back.

I know exactly how that feels.

A new actor. How is that even possible?

Nobody even knew you were at that cabin.


That's what makes our
mystery guest so intriguing.

I know Mr. Kaplan said that
the two of you can't coexist,

that... that was her truth,

but I still hope it can change.

I have found in my experience
people rarely change.

And when they do,

they're not to be trusted.