The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 7 - Dr. Adrian Shaw (No. 98) - full transcript

Red directs the Task Force to track down an individual who provides new identities to criminals on the run. Meanwhile, as Alexander Kirk's medical condition worsens, Liz seeks guidance from Cooper on a crucial decision.

What's happening to me?

It's called
Stevens-Johnson Syndrome.

A rare, but serious reaction

to the medicine
you've been taking.

Ow, ow, ow!
You said you could help.

We've done everything we can,
Mr. Blake.

Our goal now is to make you
as comfortable as possible.

Can you describe
what you're feeling?

What do you mean,
"Everything we can?"

I can't-- I can't...

I'm sorry you haven't
responded to our treatment.



I hope it's some
small consolation

that what we've learned
from treating you

will help others in your situation.

He's the second one
this week.

He knew the odds.

The morgue is filled
to capacity.

Please...

Please, God.

Please...

Use the bone saw.

_

Mr. Kirk, you're being charged
under Title 18, Chapter 113B

of the United States Code--

Acts of Terrorism Transcending
National Boundaries.



Whomsoever kills, maims,

or creates a substantial risk
of harm to any agent

of the United States government

is guilty of
violating this statute.

That's a fancy way of saying
you killed a lot of good men.

Anything you want to say?

Then we're done here.

You know the truth, Masha.

If this is what it took for you
to call me "Father,"

it was worth it.

Have you ever been
spearfishing?

You should go spearfishing.

I love spearfishing.

On the Ambergris Caye,
there is a reef--

If there's a reason you felt
this story couldn't wait,

I'd love to hear it,
but quickly if possible.

I have a Blacklister for you.
They call him The Coroner.

I just got my baby back,

my husband, my family.

This can wait.

- Lionfish.
- Lionfish?

An aggressive, invasive species
threatens the local habitat,

leaves destruction in its wake.

Sound like anyone we know?

Whatever destruction Kirk
has caused is over.

Hmm.

I took aim and released.

In the water, it sounded
like a dull thud,

but the spear passed
clear through.

I'd already bagged six of them
with glancing blows, tail shots.

So I knew this last predator
was mine.

And the destruction
it had caused was over.

And then...

it wriggled free.

Kirk isn't wriggling anywhere.

But he will, Lizzy,

with the help of someone
on the inside.

We caught the Thrushes,
arrested his mole.

- Who else is there?
- You.

You think I'm gonna help
Kirk escape?

I think you're compassionate.
You believe he's your father.

When push comes to shove,

your impulse will be
to save him.

Fine. I'll bite.

Tell me more.

According to Reddington,
The Coroner runs

a witness protection program
for criminals.

He provides them with new lives,

fully documented
from cradle to present.

Then he takes the identities
of the dead

and somehow manages
to keep them alive on paper--

elementary school report cards,
marriage licenses,

confirmation certificates.

He then takes these meticulously
crafted identities

and sells them to the world's
most dangerous criminals.

And how does this relate
to Kirk?

Reddington believes Kirk
is going to escape

and that when he does,

the Coroner will help him
vanish.

So did Reddington tell you
how Kirk was going to escape?

Of course not,
because he's not going to.

And this Coroner--
how does Reddington

even know this guy exists?

Well, apparently, he lost
a job to The Coroner.

Her name was Giza Barerra.

I know that name.

Barerra's father was
a Mexican drug trafficker

who forced her to marry
a dangerous rival

when she was 14 years old.

20 years later,
she got her revenge

by murdering her father
and his rival,

uniting their cartels
under her leadership.

The other cartels
felt threatened.

So 6 years later,
60,000 people were dead.

Giza Barerra disappeared.

Thanks to an identity sold
to her by The Coroner.

Now Barerra was raised
in a convent.

Apparently, her father also
was a devout Catholic

who insisted his child
learn Latin.

Latin. That's your lead.

People are creatures of habit.

They gravitate to
what they know.

Barerra may have gotten
a new life, a new identity,

but she's still the same person
with the same skill set.

And we figured she'd use
one of them to make a living.

So I wrote an algorithm
to search for schools

that still require Latin

and cross-indexed it
with a web search

of tutoring services that
teach Latin and, well...

...this woman works

at a private school
in Brooklyn Heights.

- Think it could be her?
- Let's ask her.

Ressler, Navabi, check it out.

If it is Barerra, I want to
know how she made contact

with this Coroner.

It's okay to talk with him.

He said he won't
talk to anyone

without a lawyer present.

Not about the case, no.

I'm sure he would talk
about you, your past.

You're his daughter, Elizabeth.
It's a lot to process.

The only way to start is
by talking with him.

I feel like you deserve
some clarity

on what's about to happen.

They're transferring you
to Fort McNair,

where you'll be held until
your initial hearing.

You'll have access
to your lawyers--

Did you mean what you said
when you called me "Father"?

Yes.

And yet
you picked Reddington.

I picked myself.

You said you were trying to
protect Agnes from Reddington,

and that's my decision
to make-- and Tom's.

But no one else's.
Not even my father's.

You remind me
so much of her.

Your mother.

She was an amazing woman.

I've been wanting to tell you
about her.

I thought we had more time.

Whatever stories you have--

Not stories. Truths.

About her
and about Reddington.

I'm not helping you escape.

I know.

You just don't see it.

Alexander?

That you've helped...
already.

More than you
could ever poss...

Kirk?

Enter the code!
Open the door right now!

He's not breathing!

Get a medic in here now!

_

We'll be taking the whole wing.

Everyone in and out
will get a full body scan.

- This guy's that important?
- He is to us.

Your prisoner's in the end
stages of aplastic anemia.

What does that mean?

An average person has between
150 to 400,000 platelets

per microliter of blood.

Mr. Kirk's is under 10,000.

I'd expect to see intracranial
bleeding within hours.

Treatment?

He's been receiving transfusions
for many years.

If I give him another
at this point,

he's liable to suffer
autoimmune shock.

- And if you don't?
- He bleeds to death.

Once we get
the test results back,

I'll formulate a treatment plan.

But my guess is, all this
firepower is wasted.

How's that?

Unless he has a blood relative
willing to donate stem cells

his body won't reject,

your prisoner will be
dead by morning.

Kirk is being held under guard

in a US Army hospital
in Bethesda.

I want a full workup
of all medical requirements

for his transport and a list
of potential destinations,

both overt and covert.

Get me a breakdown on
the legalities of extradition.

And find me an airfield
in close proximity

that will take his jet--

preferably one
on the flight paths

of international flights
out of Dulles.

Don't we need to get him
out of the hospital first?

Leave that to me.

Renata has been tutoring
our students in Latin

for a decade.

She's an inspiration.

Somehow makes
a dead language come alive.

Oh, you wanted to see me?

Yes, these are Agents Ressler
and Navabi from the FBI.

Can we see some identification,
please?

Yes. Of course.

Something wrong?

So how long have you been
in the country for?

11 years.

I don't understand
what's going on.

That's a nice tattoo.

Oh. Where I come from,
a tattoo is a dream made flesh.

A rose is a sign of beauty.

Except when laid on a grave.

Over here!

You're not supposed to
have guns in school.

Santa Muerte?

I hear the Mexican cartels
pray to her for protection.

Can I have my shirt back now?

Your DNA is going to come back
IDing you as Giza Barerra.

I don't know who that is.

Well, I bet you know who
Alejandro Medina is.

See, we know that you killed
his father

when you took over his cartel.

I wonder what kind of a tattoo
he's gonna give you

when he finds out that
you're alive.

I don't know who that is.

You were 14 years old when
your father married you

to a man 40 years older
than you.

I can't imagine what
that was like.

Fathers are supposed to
protect their daughters.

Yours didn't.

But we can if you tell us
how to contact The Coroner.

Every week there's a standing ad
in the "Lexington Herald"

asking for volunteers
for a blood drive.

Tell them you're a phlebotomist
with Cardinal Hill,

and you'll get a text
with the time and place

for the next drive.

They'll take prints,
DNA swabs,

anything needed to verify
you're not a cop.

Before he turns you
into someone new,

The Coroner likes to know
who you've been.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Won't your fingerprints and DNA
ID you as an agent of the FBI?

No, they'll ID me as an alias
the Mossad set up

before I joined
the task force.

Hello? Yes, it is.

I understand.

Dinner at Isobel's.
Clinch, party of two.

I'm in.

How's Agnes?

She's fine. Screaming.

I know we're supposed to let her
cry herself to sleep,

but talk about cruel
and unusual.

She missed you tonight.
We both did.

I thought you'd be home
earlier.

I know.
I'm sorry I didn't call.

Kirk collapsed
in the Post Office.

Oh, well, that's good.

His only hope is for
a blood relative

to donate stem cells.

Are you thinking about it?

I just wanted to talk
to you about it.

Liz, what is there
to talk about?

He attacked our wedding, kidnapped you,

and threatened to throw
our child from a rooftop.

And for that, he'll spend
the rest of his life in prison.

I'm not talking about
freeing him.

I'm talking about saving
his life.

Why would you do that?

Because he's my father.

- No, he's a stranger.
- It's not that simple.

It is that simple.

What if we were talking about
your father?

What if you suddenly found him?
Would you be able to walk away?

Yeah.

I don't believe that
for a second.

Well, you should,
'cause I did...

from my mother.

I met her while you were
in Cuba.

Wait, wait, wait.
You met your mother?

Yeah.
Her name is Susan Hargrave.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was gonna tell you
when things settled down,

but... they never did.

How did it happen?
What was she like?

You must have
a million questions.

I do,
and that's my point, Liz.

I have a million questions,
and I am letting them

go unanswered,
and I think you should, too.

You're telling me you met your
mother whom you've never known

and you were able to just...
walk away?

Yeah, from someone
who abandoned me as a kid

and has nothing to do with
who I am or what I've become.

Same as Kirk-- your father,
my mother,

they're part of our past.

But you're my future.

Liz, that's all
I'm interested in.

And I think it's what you
should be interested in, too.

Thank you.

Listen up, boys. This is him.

No one wonder they call him
The Coroner.

Our teams are in place.

Thank you
for agreeing to meet.

Would you like me to start
by explaining my situation?

Your name
is Victoria Cronin.

You have a Master's in
health care administration

from Smith College.

...so Rory says, "In Boston,

a shot of whiskey
and a pint of stout

is an Irish Car Bomb.

In Belfast, it's breakfast."

- Excuse me.
- The hell is he doing here?

You must be The Coroner.

Were you followed?

Samar, darling, please.

Save it
for Mossad summer theater.

I used her
to lure you here.

She doesn't need
an identity. I do.

You are Raymond Reddington.

And you're
on the wrong side of 80,

sitting on a donut pillow.

My sympathies to
your significant other.

And if your flag is flying
at half mast, rest assured,

I find in the privacy
of one's boudoir,

pleasing others is the key
to pleasing oneself.

Do you expect me
to make you disappear?

I've been disappearing
for over 25 years.

I don't need your help
to disappear.

I need an identity,

specifically the one
you created

for Sonia Bloom--
the research scientist.

15 years ago,
she arrived in her lab

to find
her life's work stolen

and her partner dead
of an apparent suicide.

Except it wasn't a suicide,
and she knew it.

Fearing for her life,

she contacted you
and became someone else.

I need to know who.

That's impossible.

My clients expect
absolute confidentiality.

Hmm. Few things in life
are truly impossible.

Talking an Irishman
out of vengeance

for his brother's death
is one of them.

You see that ruddy-faced fellow
in my booth? Willie Adair.

Back home they call him
"Barking Mad Willie."

He has this pack of absolutely
voracious wolf hounds.

I don't know who that is.

But you gave the man

who killed his brother
a new identity.

Perhaps I should call him over
so you can explain

your policy
on confidentiality.

That won't be necessary.

Sonia Bloom.

Adrian Shaw.

Cheers.

What the hell was that
all about?

Who's Sonia Bloom?

Apparently, Adrian Shaw.

You didn't care about
The Coroner.

No, I didn't.

You used us
to find him for you

so he could tell you
about Bloom.

I don't know what the two of you
are so indignant about.

I told you about a criminal
you had no idea existed,

and now he's in your custody.

The Coroner gives you
dozens of criminals

you thought were dead
or missing.

Take the win, Donald.
You could use one.

I don't care who we have to
reach out to--

ICE, DEA, CIA, NSA--

any of them, all of them.

We're gonna find this
Sonia Bloom

and figure out what
Reddington wants with her.

Colonel Wright--

I'm afraid it's gonna
have to wait.

What happened?

Freeway accident.
Multiple trauma victims.

More on their way.
What did you need to discuss?

I'm Alexander Kirk's daughter.

Why didn't you
say so before?

- I wasn't sure I wanted to help.
- And now you are?

If I am,
what do I need to do?

Harvest stem cells?

It sounds worse than it is.

I certainly hope so.

They put me on dialysis
and collect the cells.

And if they get enough,
they transfuse them to Kirk.

And that would save him?

It could
if we're compatible.

You're his daughter.

Apparently,
that's no guarantee.

They test
for 16 genetic markers,

and that's after they check

to see that our blood types
are a match.

Reddington said I'd save him.

Tom will never forgive me
if I do.

Kirk hurt the two people
Tom loves.

You can't be surprised if he
doesn't want you to help him.

What do you think
I should do?

Doesn't matter what I think.

Or Reddington...
or Tom, for that matter.

None of can possibly know
how it feels

to be in your position,
and none of us have to live

with the consequences
of your decision.

All I will say is this--

given what he's done,

no one would fault you
for walking away.

Maybe not.

But I'm afraid I would.

Found the teacup.

Oh! And the banana.

That's 11. One more.

Don't tell me.

The doctor will see you now.

Raymond.

One second.

- The sailboat.
- Oh! Why'd you--

Show-off.

Mr. Reddington's a genius.

Could be an evil genius,
but still.

So you figured out
his connection to Sonia Bloom.

Yes. Sonia Bloom.

Worked on
next-gen genome research,

re-sequencing DNA to help
the body fight off disease.

In 2001, she and her partner
applied for a patent.

A week later,
her partner was murdered,

- and she went underground.
- We already knew that.

Yeah. But you didn't know this.

Her partner was Matthew Hadj.

One of the inventors murdered
by the Lindquist Concern.

So Reddington only gave us that
case just to get to the partner.

And then when he couldn't,

when he found out Sonia Bloom
had disappeared,

he gave us The Coroner
to find where she went.

So what is it about her research
that connects to Kirk?

Okay. Sonia Bloom is hiding
as Adrian Shaw.

Now based on what we know about
The Coroner,

it's safe to assume that
almost every personal detail

about her life is false.

The only detail we know to be
true is that she's a doctor.

Was then. Is now.

And while I can't connect
her past research to Kirk,

current AMA records
indicate that now, as Shaw,

she has a new partner
who specializes in...

Wait for it.

Hematology.

So Kirk's dying of anemia,
and Reddington's suddenly

looking for
a mysterious blood doctor

who's doing cutting-edge
research into gene sequencing.

Dr. Shaw may be Kirk's last
best hope for finding a cure.

Reddington wants Kirk dead.

One way of guaranteeing that
is to kill the one doctor

capable of keeping him alive.

The partner.
What's the new partner's name?

Thank you.

Dr. Rayburn,
thank you for seeing me

without an appointment.

What seems to be
the trouble?

I have a pain right here.

We don't keep drugs
in the office.

If I want narcotics, Doctor,

I'll call the guy
with the briefcase

like everybody else.

I'm looking
for Dr. Adrian Shaw.

Units are rolling to
Rayburn's clinic now.

Who owns it? Is it incorporated?

Yeah, looks like the clinic is
owned by an LLC

based in Delaware.

Well, if the genome research
Reddington's after

is worth killing over,

it's not being done
at a clinic.

- What else does the LLC own?
- Uh, checking. Hang on.

A warehouse, a building,
somewhere no one would look.

What is it?
Did you find something?

Yeah. And it's definitely not
somewhere anyone would look.

Mr. Fox, might I remind you
of the condition you were in

when you arrived?

I'm dying, not poor.

I won't live like this.
I'm leaving.

You were dying
when you arrived.

But based on the treatment
you've received,

you've shown
remarkable progress.

I haven't been outside
for two weeks!

You signed up for me
to save your life,

and that is what I'm doing.

For you and the two dozen
former patients

who are leading normal,
healthy lives

because of this program.

You mean the ones whose skin
hasn't melted off?

I know what's happening.

Blake. Zion. Kearney. Oates.

This trial
is a death sentence.

What we're doing here
is illegal, not immoral.

When you came aboard,
you knew the risks.

If I say I'm leaving,
sweetheart, pack my bags.

If you won't honor
your commitment to the trial,

how can I rely on your
commitment to confidentiality?

I agreed to keep quiet
about science, not murder.

There's simply nowhere
for you to go.

How you feeling?

Great.

I'm going to die,
but I feel great.

What would you do

if you had more money
than you could ever spend?

Travel the world
with my family... twice.

You could get away from him.

Somewhere safe where
he couldn't find you.

Sure.

But like my dad always said,

if wishes were horses,
beggars would ride.

My adopted dad, Sam Milhoan.

My entire life,

all I ever wanted was
to make you safe,

protect you.

And in the end, the only way
I'm able to do that is by dying.

I don't understand.

It's yours.
Everything I have.

I'm leaving you my fortune.

Which you'll have
plenty of time to spend,

because you're not dying.

Not now, anyway.

I told your doctor that
I've decided to be your donor.

They're running the tests now
to confirm we're a match.

Why did you decide
to help me?

Because you didn't ask.

Your lawyer's here to see you.

If I could have a moment alone
with my client...

Of course. For now.

Out, but not cured.

Only she can do that.

An FBI agent and a life saver.

You must be so proud.

She's agreed to be my donor.

I need a day, maybe two.

And I need you
to watch your mouth.

We had everything
before her.

And now look at us.

I am not apologizing
for disliking her.

The extraction plan
is in place.

We move on your signal.

We're told dozens
have been injured

in this bus accident.

And they've been transferred
to the Walter Reed facility

for further...

Excuse me. I'm here to see
Elizabeth Keen.

- She was on the bus?
- What bus?

The accident.
Is she a patient?

No, no, no. She's visiting
a family member, Alexander Kirk.

She said he was
in a locked ward.

You say her name is
Elizabeth Keen?

That's right. She's my wife.

Sir,
your wife is a patient.

She was admitted
an hour ago.

Admitted for what?

Don't say it.

What is there to say?

I gave you my opinion.
You ignored it.

I didn't ignore it. I just...
didn't agree.

Okay, what are the risks?

Risks for me? None.

None? Are you sure?

All I have to do is give blood.

I should've
told you sooner. I'm sorry.

Just everything is
happening so fast.

I get it. Fine.

Help him if you have to.

But promise me you're not gonna
hurt yourself in the process.

I promise.

Harbor Patrol and Customs
will meet you on site.

- What's the ETA?
- Red Hook Harbor Master

has the ship docking
in 45 minutes.

Is there a manifest?

Yeah, already e-mailed it
to you.

16 crew members and the licensed
cargo is medical equipment.

How convenient.

Not just any equipment--

thermal cyclers,
centrifuges, incubators.

Yeah, these are products
used in genome research.

Okay, thanks.

That was the unit I dispatched
to get Dr. Rayburn.

He left the clinic
an hour ago,

accompanied by
a large black man

and a middle-aged white guy.

In a hat.

We're about to dock.
What's the emergency?

Dr. Shaw!

Or should I call you,
Dr. Bloom?

Either way, I'll skip
the pleasantries.

- We haven't much time.
- Who is this?

I'm here with your colleague,
Dr. Rayburn,

who can confirm we have
a situation.

As we speak, the FBI is
raiding his medical clinic.

Sonia, he knows everything

about the research,
The Coroner.

I'm like
the Ghost of Christmas Past...

and Future,
which is how I know

the FBI will board your ship
the moment it docks.

Whoever you are,
why should I believe you?

Belief is such
a relative concept.

Is there a God?

Are we alone in the universe?

What the hell have they found
out there in Area 51 anyway?

I prefer to think of
your decision

as judicious risk assessment.

I have considerable resources
to put at your disposal.

I'm here to help you, Dr. Shaw.

If you don't want
to go to jail,

listen to me carefully.

Firstly, is there a helipad
on your ship?

We got your results back.

How'd I do?

We couldn't harvest enough
stem cells

to justify a transfusion.

So what happens now?

With a compatible donor,

we could do
a surgical procedure

to harvest marrow directly

from the cavity
of your hip bone.

No. Surgical procedure carries
risks, right? For Liz?

While it's
a minor procedure,

an infection could cause
necrosis of the hip,

which could impact mobility.

Or a fat embolism that could
affect multiple organ systems.

And if those are risks
I'm willing to take?

Which you're not.
We talked about this.

What risks you are or not
willing to take are irrelevant.

Even if the dialysis had worked,

the hospital won't transfuse
your stem cells into Mr. Kirk

unless and until
we receive confirmation

that you're a genetic match.

You sent my blood out
for testing hours ago.

And you know about
the bus accident.

You saw the incoming.
The system is overwhelmed.

And if he dies before
the tests come back

confirming I'm a match?

I understand you feel he has
nothing to lose,

but that is not how we make
hospital policy.

The tests could come back
five minutes late.

Two. You're okay with that?

Of course not.
I made it clear.

Your blood work should be
the lab's top priority.

They'll get your results
as fast as possible.

And I'll be in touch
as soon as they do.

Special Agent Donald Ressler,
Samar Navabi, FBI.

Is there a problem?

There won't be if you direct us
to Dr. Adrian Shaw.

I don't know who that is.

Maybe a warrant
to board your ship

will jog your memory.

There's no Adrian Shaw
on this ship.

We'll see about that.

He's gonna die because a bus
accident delayed some lab work,

and all the answers I'm looking
for are gonna die with him.

Some answers
about who you were.

But none about who you are
or who you will be.

Certainly none that affect
your happiness,

which is all I care about.

Ms. Keen, I need you to come
with me, please.

Do you have the lab results?

Dr. Wright told me she should
have them in a few minutes.

I've been instructed
to prep you for surgery

in anticipation
of a positive result.

I know I'm breaking
my promise.

But I have to do this.

You want to.
There's a difference.

Searched the entire ship.
No sign of Dr. Shaw.

I told you.
This isn't a passenger ship.

- There is no Dr. Shaw.
- I know you're hiding something.

You searched the ship.
You delayed my off-load.

I got 6 tons of cargo,
signed, sealed, and inspected.

- So if there's nothing else...
- Ressler.

Does this look odd to you?

Arrest him.

And where does this lead?

♪ the lightning climbing
up the walls ♪

♪ the finger drawings
on the glass ♪

♪ the map of those
who used to live here ♪

♪ until the gilded hand
was broken ♪

♪ often there's a voice
in my sleeping mind ♪

♪ the words inside my skull
at night ♪

♪ my bloody hands
remain a question ♪

♪ and our eyes ♪

♪ they were always pointed
at the sky ♪

♪ looking for an answer ♪

♪ and our hands ♪

- Yes.
- ♪ they were stained in black and grey ♪

♪ busy solving problems ♪

That was the lab.
They've got the results.

♪ all along
the road to nowhere ♪

- You okay?
- Yeah.

What the hell is this place?

I thought you were
in surgery.

I was.

You just saved my life.

I tried to.

What, you weren't a match?

No.

Well...

you did what you could.

- The test results--
- No, I'll just--

Forget about them.

- You don't understand. I...
- Yes, we weren't compatible.

Not every father
and daughter are.

It's not just that
we weren't compatible.

The test results
showed something else.

I'm not your daughter.

How did the FBI find us?

I don't know.
All that matters

is Reddington was able to
chopper you off the ship.

What does he want?
Why are we here?

Agent Navabi.

Yes?

We know what you're doing.

- I sincerely doubt that.
- Dr. Adrian Shaw--

- You abducted her.
- I kept her from you. There's a difference.

Yes, we would've arrested her.
You're going to kill her.

You looked absolutely ravishing
the other night.

- We've seen her research. - What do you do
to stay in such incredible shape?

Calisthenics? Or Jazzercise?

The gene-sequencing technology
she's trying to perfect--

it's called CRISPR.

It's supposed to teach your DNA
to repair itself.

Maybe we should be
workout partners.

Adrian Shaw was using
human experimentation

to cure people
like Alexander Kirk.

He either financed her research,

or wanted to use it
to cure himself,

so you got to her first.

Adrian Shaw deserves to go
to prison for what she's done,

not to be murdered for it.

I'll see you
in dance class, Samar.

Hello?

Hello?

He knows everything.

I don't know how, but he does--
about you being Sonia Bloom,

going on the run after
Matthew was murdered.

He found Matthew's killer.

He avenged his death
after all these years.

Why would he do that?

Dr. Shaw, fresh off the boat,
as it were.

Dr. Rayburn, I'm sure someone
is sick somewhere

who could use your assistance.

- What?
- Goodbye.

Please.

You're Raymond Reddington.

And you're in my debt, which can
be a complicated place to be.

Shall we?

It doesn't make any sense.
I saw the DNA test.

From 30 years ago.
Clearly, it was flawed.

And the things he knows
about me,

he wasn't pretending.

He believed
he was my father.

So did I.

I didn't want you to do it
in the first place.

But I admire you
for wanting to.

This whole time,
Reddington was right.

Yeah, but he was wrong
about one thing.

Kirk is never
getting out of here alive.

_

All teams ready.
We move in five.

What is this?

This was a thriving business
that manufactured

counterfeit cigarette tax stamps

until a little over
two weeks ago.

There's a hefty profit
in tax stamps,

and they're a lovely way
to launder money--

a story I can share
another time.

Right now I have
a pressing matter

which requires your assistance.

Are you sick?

You have no idea.

What are you doing?

Well, I came here for treatment.

Now since I'm not
getting any...

You'd rather go
back to the Box?

They can make you
comfortable here.

That DNA test was altered.

I thought it was
a mistake, too.

Mistake?
It wasn't a mistake. No.

It was altered by Reddington.

I had the lab rerun
the test.

It came back the same way.

Yes. To make it look like
you're not my daughter.

He knew you'd want to save me.

So he did everything
in his power

to prevent that
from happening!

But he's not going to
prevent it. Do you hear me?!

I will not die in here!

You are going to save me,
Masha!

You're going to save me...
Masha.

Save me, Masha!

Give me a hand.

Yes?

- Did you manipulate the test?
- What are you talking about?

I just showed Kirk DNA proof
he's not my father,

and he blames you
for faking the test.

- Get out of the hospital.
- Don't change the subject.

The only subject that interests
me, Elizabeth, is your safety--

a safety that has been
guaranteed thus far

because Alexander Kirk believed
you to be his daughter.

He now knows you're not.

He's under federal guard.

There are marshals
with tactical gear

watching every entrance.

- What's he gonna do?
- I'll tell you what he won't do.

He won't die alone
in that hospital.

I promise you, the plan
is already in motion.

All of Kirk's resources will be
brought to bear.

Every angle has been calculated.

Every obstacle considered
and accounted for.

Men are coming, Elizabeth--

men who kill every living thing
that gets in their way.

Tell Harold, and then you
get out of that hospital.

We're in place. On your ready.