The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 21 - Mr. Kaplan (No. 4) - full transcript

Facing a crippling siege on his organization, Red tracks a thief enlisted by Mr Kaplan for a mysterious assignment. Agent Gale takes extreme measures in his investigation into the conduct of his Task Force.

(Salaam speaking Arabic)


(In English) It's been
an hour, Raymond.

Your men coming
or not?

As I said, there's been
a slight delay at the border.

Yes, you said that.

(Salaam speaking Arabic)

Salaam seems grouchy.
Perhaps he's hungry.

God knows
I'm starving.

What the hell are we
doing standing around
in this warehouse?

Let's get a meal,
break bread,
drink some arak.

When the shipment gets here,
we'll finish our business.

The truck isn't
coming, is it?

What's that
supposed to mean?


Oh, I've heard the rumours,
Raymond. We all have.

People are whispering.
What are they whispering?

(Salaam speaking Arabic)

(In English) They're saying
bills are not being paid.

Yeah. Suppliers
are defecting.

People are talking, Raymond.
The rats are fleeing the ship.

(Speaking Arabic)

(In English) Salaam has men
in the field waiting for arms.

If they're not supplied
as promised, they'll die.

The truck will be here.

(Speaking Arabic)

(Speaks Arabic)

assure your client

as much as I detest him
and his dirty little war,

his shipment is en route
and will get here
when it gets here.

However, if he expects
to take delivery,

he needs to put his gun
back in his pants.

If that truck doesn't show,
we're all dead. Understand?

We are dead.

Tell him to
put the gun down.

And what do you know...

I got here
as soon as I could.

But the situation
at the border

is the least
of our problems.

What happened?
The supplier
never showed.

They sent a man
to say your funds
never arrived.

There was
a lot of yelling.

Then he said,
"the Beck family
is done doing business

"with Mr. Reddington."

Then he left.

(Yelling in Arabic)

Indeed the rats
are fleeing, Dembe.

If the payment
wasn't made,

it's because Kaplan
is making a run
on the bank.

Get Abe on the phone.
Let's find out
what deals are in play.

Livio, the deal will be fine.

Things are nowhere
near as bad

as you've been
led to believe.

No. No, the Latvian
route is defunct.

Which is fine.
I have many other resources.

Abe: No. You should've
received those funds.

We sent them already
24 hours ago.

She said anything?

Call brimley.


Yes, of course,
I'm confirming that
as we speak.

What the hell is going on
with bank rheinfelden?

Manager: Confirmation of
the funds transfer.

For what it's worth,
I can assure you

there have been no security
breaches on our end.

In the event
Mr. Reddington
would reconsider...

He won't reconsider.
Thank you.

Yes... yes,
Von Hauser is gone,

which is unfortunate,
but indicative of nothing.

I can assure you
the passage is safe

and the documents are clean.

I've got rice
on the line. He's...

Your only risk is
if you step out now

and your clients end up
with inferior material.

Or worse yet,
end up in custody.


He hung up.

Well, what did he say?

Cancel the order.

It appears the Frankfurt
and bagan accounts
are both gone.

I thought Kaplan was removed
from the account.

She must be trading
on your trust,

saying she still
represents you.

Oh, it's exhilarating.

I can actually
feel my body
releasing endorphins.

You were on the treadmill
for 15 minutes, walking.


It's an olympic sport.

See, this is why
you're so good for me.

I never exercise this much.
I feel amazing.

It's like a total
stress reducer.

Aram Mojtabai?


Uh, yeah?

You've been subpoenaed
to appear in front of
a federal grand jury.

Tomorrow. Noon.
Everything's there
in the envelope.

Is this about the task force?
Did everyone get one of these?

It's illegal
to tell a target
of an investigation

that you've been
called to testify.

So keep it
to yourself.

Brimley: Knock-knock.

At last a friendly face.

Here. Here...

Two rabbits.

There is a woman
in the other room.

I need you to get her
to divulge

the name and the address

of Kaplan's new driver.

I'm skipping euchre
with the saltmans

to tell you this
face-to-face. I'm out.

Please, we can
discuss that later.

I'm with you,
what, 19 years?

There's talk of
bodies turning up.

An investigation.

I wanna help,
but you're hotter than a
four-peckered Billy goat,

and I can't risk
doing another stretch.

Not even for you.

I need you, Teddy.

Betsy's the best
I can do for you.

You know what my time
at lompoc did.

No dust mite covers.
No hypoallergenic pillows.

I barely made it,
and that was before
the hypoxemia.

Whatever you need her to say,
Betsy'll squeeze it
out of her.

And then it's
rabbit stew for dinner.

Not stewed.

She likes a little tickle
in her throat.

Abe: Uh, Mr. Reddington?

Whatever this is,
I don't wanna know.

The accounts.

I've gone over
each one.

She's cleaning
you out.

That's brutal.

Yeah, the me says
the decapitation
occurred post-mortem.

Why do you think,
Reddington would do
something like that?

Well, maybe he gave it
to someone as proof,
you know.

A warning
to an enemy.

See, I'm thinking
he gave it to a friend.

As a gift.

Like an offering.

Gale: Donald, I want you to
know that I do understand
how you feel.

From Mr. Reddington.

Ressler: You get an ID?

Oh, yeah.

I ID'd the body,
and I was able to
ID the friend.

Ressler: Do you know
where to find him?

Gale: I already did.

He's standing
right in front of me.

This is mako tanida.

He killed some of
the bureau's best
men and women.

And then Reddington
goes and kills him.

Why would
Reddington do that?

In exchange
for your protection.

I followed you
to the woods.

I saw you and Keen
with Reddington.

I was wrong.

Keen wasn't
informing Reddington.

Reddington was
informing you.

The bureau.

After everything we did
to try and hunt down

after everything
that Reddington did...

most wanted man.

You cut a deal
with him.

No, Julian.
I didn't make a deal,
all right?

Main justice did.

And when I found out,
what you're feeling
right now,

that's exactly
how I felt.

So then what?

Reddington cuts
tanida's head off
and you think, "whoa,

"not so bad
having an assassin
on the payroll."

No. You went to records.
You read Sci7.

You know
the good we do.

Are you trying to
justify this to...
(Scoffs) To me?

In four years,
we've made more
high-level arrests

than every other
division combined.
Yeah. Okay.

a mass murderer.

If I can prove that
you or anybody else
on the task force

turned a blind eye
when he killed
any of these people,

I'm gonna take
you down. Yeah.

I'm gonna take
everybody down.

Is that a threat?

It's a promise.

Reddington: Don Julio.

How are you?

I miss alonissos.

No money,
a shack on the beach,
dreams of infamy.

That was
a lifetime ago.

Two maybe.

You said
you had a question.

If so, I must ask you
to be brief about it.

don Julio,
I've never known you
to be brusque.

not at mealtime.

I hear things,

And what I hear is that
your associate Mr. Kaplan

is proving to be
a formidable adversary.

I have a name.

Squeezed it out
of a contractor
in Kaplan's employ.

Phillip Roque.

I understand
he used to be
your driver.

If I get to him,
I get to Kaplan.

Can't help you.

Can't or won't?

It seems this
Mr. Kaplan pays well.

I'm told that Roque
recently bought a Porsche.

That's all you know?

That's all you need.

Send my love to chitra.

Stainless steel.
Set of six.

You got your large
and medium kitchen,
your boning,

your fruit, your paring,
and your bread.

End of the month,
guy with the most sales

takes home the set.


The currency of politicians,
dog trainers, and criminals.

We're in a meeting here.
Who the hell
do you think you are?

I'm Raymond Reddington.
I'm looking for
a customer of yours.

Phillip Roque.

In the last four weeks,

he purchased an automobile
from one of you
fine gentlemen.

Tricked out
with all the bells
and whistles.



Perhaps an incentive.

You get to keep
all your fingers and toes.

Phillip Roque.

No address or number.

Everything ran through
a business manager.

And who was
that exactly?

Hello, Abe.


You won't be
using that arm again.

But it's your left arm,
and I know
you're right-handed.

I know that because
we've worked together
for 11 years.

I know your wife
has diabetes.

That your daughter's
favourite animal is a hippo.

I know you love
Chinese food.

That you eat it
every Wednesday

when you shack up
with your girlfriend
in her apartment

above Wufat
noodle house.

I know you skim
an extra grand every week

to help pay
for that girlfriend.

Abe, you steal my money
so you can get laid,

which I've ignored
because you're
an accounting wizard.

What I cannot ignore
is your betrayal.

You are how Mr. Kaplan
has drained my accounts.

Red, I can explain.
Phillip Roque.

You wired money
to buy him a car.
Where is he?


Page 12.

"Mario Dixon."

I can't help
with Roque.

I would if I knew
where he was, but I don't.

Who's Mario Dixon?


We have
a new target.


I need you to
find out what you can
about a Mario Dixon.

Kaplan wired him $300,000
two days ago.

Whatever her next move is,
Dixon is helping her make it.

Grabbing lunch at sol's.
Want anything?

Tuna salad on rye.

Extra pickles.

(Tires screech)

(Car lock chirps)

Mr. Kaplan:
Thank you, Mario.

Who are you?
Where am I?

The good news is,
you're going to live.

The bad news is,

your depth perception
will never be the same.

There must be
some mistake.

Look, I don't...
I'm nobody.

Which is your
dominant eye?

Drucker: Agent Mojtabai,
thank you for coming in.

Did I have a choice?

Victims of
Raymond Reddington

were recently unearthed
and turned over to the FBI.

Based on the
resulting investigation,

I've convened a grand jury
to hear testimony

about whether the task force
you are a part of

enabled Raymond Reddington
to continue committing crimes

while working as
a bureau informant.

Yeah. I have nothing
to say about that.

And whether members
of that task force

ignored or facilitated
those crimes in exchange
for information

Reddington provided
in pursuit of
high-level targets.

If you insist on
calling my client
before the grand jury,

he will invoke
his fifth amendment right


I'm granting
him immunity.
Aram: Immunity?

To testify
against my friends.

Who may or may not
work for a task force

that may or may not
even exist.

Yeah. I'm not
doing that.

I don't have to
do that, right?

Granting you immunity
in exchange for your testimony

takes away your right
to plead the fifth.

How can they
do that?

Take away
my constitutional right

by granting me something
that I don't want?

I don't want immunity.
You can...

I refuse to
let you Grant it.

Consider me

Counsellor, I trust
you will help your client

to understand the gift
he has been given.

Gift? To turn
on my friends?

My alleged friends.

To stay out of prison.

Unless you refuse
to answer my questions,

in which case
you could go to jail

for being in contempt.

Look, Gale...
He knows everything.

He saw me with Keen
and Reddington.

Yeah, but is that
so terrible?

I mean, it's not good,
but, uh, the task force
is legal.

He can't get a
grand jury to indict us
for working on it.

Who said anything
about a grand jury?

Gale's angle
is Reddington.

And what we've let him do
in exchange for cases.

It's a slippery moral slope
we have navigated with care.

As we'd do with any CI.

But our CI is responsible
for 86 homicides in America.

Ressler: He's ID'd
most of them.

He has a timeline.

He knows
we've let Reddington
get away with murder.

Yeah, but he
can't prove it.

Not unless one of us
testifies that it's true.

Which none of us
would ever do.

Unless he can prove
the existence of a deal,
he has nothing.

Aram: Yeah. But whether
Gale can prove it or not,

and I'm not saying
that he can,

because, I mean,
if I have anything
to do with it...

He will not,
whatever... I'm just...

I'm proud of the work
that we've done here.

Proud of facilitating
a criminal empire.

A necessary evil.
Ressler: Maybe.

But if we're
being honest,

some of the blood
he's spilt is
on our hands.

Liz: I agree
with Ressler.

And with Aram.

I'm proud
and I'm ashamed.

And one day,
when they teach a course

on Reddington's task force
at Quantico,

we can do a panel
and debate the pros and cons,

but right now
we need to get
Kate Kaplan.


I think you missed
the part about
Julian Gale.

He's steps away
from indicting us.

The closer Gale gets,
the faster we need to
remove Kaplan

as a threat
to Reddington.

How are the two

Because we need
Reddington to
deal with Gale.

Are you suggesting
killing him?

Liz: Of course not.

I'm not suggesting

other than what
we already know
to be true.

Which is that
if we wanna get out
from Gale's shadow,

we're gonna need
Reddington's help.

And if we don't
stop Kaplan now,

he won't be around
to give it to us.

Fine. Mr. Kaplan.
What do we know?

Westcott Scissors.

Liz: Her real name
is Kathryn Nemec.

She's a trained mortician
turned crime scene cleaner,

and one of Reddington's oldest
and most trusted confidantes.

Lachrymal dissector.

Kaplan spent 30 years
tending to his messes

while Reddington built
his criminal empire.

And it took her five months
to surgically dismantle it.

We believe
she hired Natalie Luca

to go after Reddington's
money launderer, Zack Smoll.

Isabella stone
to murder stratos sarantos,

cutting off Reddington's
shipping operations.

Dr bogdan krilov
to sideline Ressler.

The apothecary
to poison Reddington.

She put 86 skeletons
in the hands of Julian Gale,

shutting Reddington
out of Europe completely

and putting us at risk.

Samar: Does Reddington
have any leads?
Liz: One.

Mario Dixon.
Cooper: Who is he?

Put it on ice.

Liz: According to
the ncic database,

Mario Brandon Dixon
is a thief

who specialises
in high value targets.

Jewels, art,
cars, nuts...

Aram: Probably

When stolen by truckload,
they're actually
quite lucrative.

It's a fun fact.

Any known associates?

He has a
kid brother in prison.
Mecklenburg correctional.

Why are you doing this?

I told you,
we're gonna need...

Reddington hired
The Debt Collector
to kidnap you.

Which is

He allowed you to be drugged
by a deranged sociopath.

He did.

And if he's in trouble,
then so are we.

I'm convinced
we either rise together
or fall apart.

Navabi, you and Keen
get to mecklenburg.

See what the brother
has to say.

Okay, if you're here
about Mario...

Liz: No, we're here
for you, Dino.

What you threw
away for him.

You graduated
high school
with 3.8 GPA

and a soccer
to Clemson.

Mario saw the life
you wanted and he
dragged you into his.

Into this.

Believe me, I know
what it's like to have
a criminal brother you love.

It's been a
rough haul, hasn't it?

If you're not in the shu,
you're in the infirmary.

Samar: We can
get you moved.

If the information
you provide leads us
to your brother,

we're authorised to
slice five years
off your sentence.


But before
you interrupted me,

I was gonna rat out
the prick for nothing.

He's got a place
in Baltimore where
he keeps his Booty.

Checks in on it

(Cell phone rings)

Dembe: Elizabeth.

What do you know?

Mario Dixon
works out of

some high-end,
hipster boutique
in Hampden.

We're working
on a warrant now.

A warrant
won't be necessary,
just the address.

(Laughs) My land.

Look at this, Dembe.
A gaited trail saddle.

Do we have any need
for a saddle?

Wouldn't it go great
with the chaps
and the spurs?

Look at that
Crescent wrench.
How fun.

What a handy
little store.

Perhaps this is
the wrong place.

Can I help you fellas
find something?

Look at you.

What might this
old thing be worth?

Perhaps a trip
to the back room?
I trust there's a back room.

Now, this is
more like it.

Where might we
find Mr. Dixon?

I don't know.

I don't know
who that is.

You ever have
one of those days
when nothing goes right?

People give you
the runaround,

everything seems to
take twice the effort.

The kind of day
that you'd kill to
get your mojo back.

I'm having
one of those days.


You can either
be honest with me
about Mario Dixon,

or I can get
behind the wheel

of this fine automobile
and run you over.

He's in Philly.

On a job.

Picking up a package
from a client.

You're clear
on the document
and its location?

Dixon: Good to go.

Key's inside?

Please get the document.
The document is
all that matters.

It's okay.

They're gone.

(Door buzzes)

Mr. gorrell.




Is it true?
Did they finally
issue a subpoena?

Yeah. An agent
named Aram Mojtabai.

How great is that?

It's great if he talks.

Let's hope he's not
the strong silent type.

Georgie, what's that?

Lunch. Your mom
dropped it off.

Homemade tuna salad.

She seems like
a real sweet lady.

Reddington: Dembe,
call an ambulance.

Why on earth
would she do this?

Gorrell: My eye...

My eye...


Why did she
take your eye?

There's a scanner
at work.

She needs my eye
for access.

To what?
Where do you work?

The Stone Canyon
storage facility.

I don't know
what that is.
Stone Canyon.

What's stored there?
The government.

Their secrets.
Everything. (Groans)

Sir, ID and
requisition, please.

(Cell phone rings)

Who is this?

Mr. Kaplan:
You can call me the cleaner.

Where are you on the case,
agent Gale?

You know
I can't tell you that.

Have you presented
your findings
to main justice?

How do I know you are
who you say you are?

Eighty-six bodies,
62 gunshots,

eleven stabbings,
nine blunt force traumas.

Four were poisoned.
Where are you on the case?

A grand jury's been convened.

Without proof of a connection

between Reddington
and the task force,

they'll never hand up
an indictment.

The bodies just
don't give me that.
No, they don't.

But I can.

There. The guy
with the shoulder bag.

FBI! Hands where
I can see them.
(Engine revving)

Liz: We're in pursuit.
Suspect's on a motorcycle

headed west on 6th
near independence.

That's a dead end.

Liz: Aram,
he went underground.
Some kind of tunnel.

Do you have eyes?
I do, and it is
an absolute maze.

Okay. If I'm
reading this right,

he could access half the city
using these tunnel lines.

Could you narrow
that down a little?
We don't have to.

We got support units
from the bureau, atf, ice,

and DEA scrambling right now.

That's... great. How?

Word got out that
Stone Canyon was compromised.

They insisted.

(Engine revving)

(Tires screech)

(Man shouts indistinctly)

(Indistinct chatter on radio)

(Sirens wail)

You agent Keen?
We found him
carrying this.

Has anyone
opened it yet?
No, ma'am.

On orders from director
Harold Cooper himself.

Thank you.

Samar: What is it?

It's Reddington's
signed immunity deal

with the department
of justice.

Dixon: (Chuckles)
Let me get this straight.

You think
I'm going to jail?

You two are
smarter than that.

Liz: You shot three
federal officers.

You stole a classified
document from
a government facility

you shouldn't have
even known existed.

You won't charge me.
Is that right?

Oh, I guarantee it.

See, I know
what I stole back there.

Proof of an
immunity agreement

between the FBI
and Raymond Reddington.

You want some advice, Mario?
You should stop talking.


No, no. Ladies,
I'm just getting started.

So, you charge me,

I have a constitutional right
to present a defence.

And I promise you,
that immunity deal
will be exhibit a.

Liz: I wouldn't

We're not charging you,
but we're not exactly
letting you go either.

Meaning what?
You're gonna shoot me?

With all due respect,
you two don't
seem the type.


I'll leave you
two to talk.


Dixon: Impressive.

You got the FBI
on your payroll?

They deliver me
right to you,
no questions asked.

I was thinking
about that poor soul
whose eye you stole.

What a shame.

Disfigured for life.
Caught up in
all this nastiness.

Wasn't my decision.

Take it up
with the lady
who hired me.

Mr. Kaplan. I will,
when you tell me
where to find her.

Are you nuts?

I know about
your immunity deal.

That means I'm dead
no matter what I tell you.

Ratting Kaplan out
gets me nothing.

She had you
steal that agreement.

Must've had a plan
to bring it to her.

You can tell me
where and when,
or you can tell him.

One way or another,
the truth will out.

We don't know each other,
so I'll forgive you

for not knowing
that I don't scare easily.

I expect to
die here today.

That's the end
of your leverage.

There's a "but".

Please, do go on.

If you want to negotiate,
I might be willing to help.

I can deliver her to you.

In exchange for what?

(Cell phone rings)

Dixon: Yeah, I got it.

Any problems?

Nothing unexpected.

But anyone
holding this thing
is a target.

I don't want to keep it
any longer than I have to.

I can meet you
later today.

We're all set.

I'll serve her up
on a silver platter

if you hold up
your end of the deal.

Liz: You got Dixon
to talk? How?

You know what,
don't tell me.

I honestly
don't want to know.
I didn't touch him.

But he told you
how to find Kaplan?

Yes. Southwest
waterfront. 5h00 P.M.

She'll be there personally
to take possession
of the agreement.

5:00 doesn't
give us much time.

Then you'll just have
to hurry, Elizabeth.

I'll be in touch
as soon as I know more.

Wait, what about Dixon?
Our people should wire him up.

They'll have time
before the meet.

I'm sorry,
I have to go.
Go where?

there's something's wrong.

I can hear it
in your voice.

Where are you going?
I have to take care
of something.

5:00. The war
ends tonight.

Dembe: This is a mistake.


Your purpose is to
protect Elizabeth,
but mine is to protect you.

If things get very bad,
this will make that

Hello, dom.

What do you want?

You told me
never to open this.

Yes. Without me.
That's not
what you said.

I'm old,
but I'm not that old.

You said this was
for emergency only.

The last resort.

If you open this,
it would mean...
I know what it means.

What is it, Raymond?
What's happened?

I'm under attack, dom.

Most of my business
has been destroyed.

Many of my
people killed.
Mother of god.

Then fight back.

That's what you do
with that. You fight.

I'm trying,
but regardless,
this isn't for me.

I don't understand.
You're just giving
this away.

Why would you
do that?



For Masha.

She's alive, dom.

I thought we lost her once.
I won't lose her again.

Dom, will you
wait a second?

You're gonna give yourself
a heart attack.

Like you care.

Like you're
even capable

of considering
anyone else's feelings
but your own.

That's not fair.

Masha's alive.
My granddaughter is alive.

How long have you
known this? How long?

You let me sit here
thinking that she was...

You told me she was dead.
How could you
lie to me like this?

I wasn't lying.

When I told you
Masha was gone,

I believed she had
died in childbirth.

She deceived me,
faked her own death.

At the time,
she wanted to
get away from me.

(Scoffs) So do I.

She had help from
one of my people.

A woman close to me
who betrayed my trust.

Dom, I know you've been
conditioned to assume
my selfishness.

I'm sure that's
largely my fault.

But this is different.

This woman,
she's made it
her mission

to eliminate me,
to remove me
from Masha's life.

Whatever the cost.

The truth is,
she's proven to be
remarkably adept

at killing the people
closest to me.

She knows everything
about my operation.

I kept her
at my side for years,

but the one thing
she doesn't know is you.

I haven't told you
about Masha

because I didn't want
to risk coming here

or making contact
with you again
until this fight was over.

So now I'm supposed
to say thank you?

You don't have to
say anything.

You don't have to
believe me, or help me,
or like me.

You never have, I don't know
why you'd have to start now.

But this isn't
about me, dom.

This is
about Masha.

If I don't
come back...
You always come back.

If I don't come back,

you need to
find her, dom.

Tell her
who you are.

(Door opens)

Dembe: Raymond.

I have to go.

I'm sorry.

For what?
All of it.

I wish I'd been
the person you
wanted me to be.

Mr. Cooper,
can I talk to you
for a second?

Not now.

Tactical teams in place?
Waiting on our command.

Where's our asset?
Reddington should
be here by now.

I'll call him.

(Cell phone rings)

Liz: What's going on?

You're supposed to be here
with Dixon.

Our meeting with Kaplan's
in less than an hour.

I'll be taking
that meeting alone.

You lied about
the location.

You're gonna kill her.

I don't know
what the outcome will be.

I asked you
not to do this.

You asked if
I could promise you
that I wouldn't.

I said no.

That was Dembe.

He said he can't
find Reddington.

What do you mean
he can't find him?

If we don't show up
with Dixon, our whole
operation's blown.

Where the hell is he?

Where did Kaplan
tell you to meet?

Where's what
you promised me?

A box?

I'm supposed to believe
that my escape plan

and my future survival
fits into a box?

This is no
mere box.

Inside you'll find
travel vouchers,

security codes, boat keys,
and ownership papers

for a private 96-acre island
off the coast of Brunei.

It's a self-sufficient
turnkey property

with a desalination well,

a solar and wind farm,
a full-time wait staff,
grounds crew,

security team,
and a property manager.

All paid for in perpetuity
by a very healthy trust fund.

Paradise with
no extradition treaty.

And what's to prevent
you from kicking me
off this island

once I move in?

Right now, the island's
owner is legend.

Nobody on the island
knows who it belongs to.

All they know
is that one day,

someone will arrive
with a key

that fits into an old lock
in the front door.

Whosoever opens
that lock with this key,

the staff will
loyally serve

and the guards
will forever defend
against all comers.

The location
of the meeting.

Falstaff theatre on m street.
Two miles from here.

Kaplan expects me
in 20 minutes.

The box is actually
intended for someone else.

Whatever it is,
if it's not about
locating Reddington...

It's not, but...
Then it'll have to wait.


Sir, I've been subpoenaed
to testify in front
of a grand jury.

I'm not supposed to tell you
because you're a target
of the investigation.


Julian Gale's convinced
the us attorney that
we've broken the law.

Sir, he's
coming after us.

All of us.

Mr. Kaplan: Mario?



Reddington: Hello, Kate.


I have to hand it
to you, you did it.

My associates, my accounts,
cash reserves, gone.

About the only thing
you left me is the hat
on my head.

And this...

The way out.

The island.

Too many killings, Kate.
On all sides.

I don't want more death,

and neither do you.

I simply want
this to end.

You can have the island.

To be my prison.

In paradise.

Elizabeth is
who she is, Kate.

She's not Masha any more.

With little to none of
my presence or influence
through the years,

she has grown up to be
special agent Elizabeth Keen.

Her area of scholarship
and expertise is
the study of criminals.

The habits and inclinations,
the curiosities
and proclivities,

the psychiatry of criminals,
that's who she is.

That may be the world
she was born to,

but it is most certainly
the world she has
chosen to live in.

I can continue
to give her more distance,

but she is going to
continue to be who she is,

and I'm not going to
stop watching out for her.

So, either you go
and save yourself,

or this ends
right here, now.

I'm not going
anywhere, Raymond.

So you better make sure
you finish the job this time.

For both our sakes.

FBI, drop your weapon!

How'd he find us?
Kate must have
made a deal.

Reddington's got
the immunity agreement.
Call this in.

What about Kaplan?

You didn't run.

Just standing here
makes my hip flare.

I'm sorry I failed to deliver
on my promise to you.

Raymond must have
intercepted the
immunity agreement,

or perhaps
the task force did.
It doesn't matter.

No, no.
It does matter, lady.

I needed that document
to prove that Keen,

and I don't know
who else in the FBI

enabled Reddington
to grow and profit
from a criminal empire.

The date on
that agreement,

that was my smoking gun
to bring them down.

So, yeah, it does matter,
because without it,
I got nothing.

You have me.

Raymond thinks
he out-manoeuvred me today,

but he underestimated
my commitment.

I've been his cleaner,
keeper, and confessor
for 30 years.

And I'm prepared
to tell you everything
you need to know,

in open court.

In exchange
for immunity?

So maybe we should
get on with it and
you should arrest me.