The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 5, Episode 14 - Mr. Raleigh Sinclair III (No. 51) - full transcript

You're late.

I came as soon as I could.
Train was delayed.

I was very clear
about being punctual.

What
I'm five minutes late.

Mr. Barrett,
if this were to work,

it would depend
entirely on...

On the routines
and the patterns
that I set forth.

And as you're failing already,

I doubt your ability
to stay the course over time.

It won't happen again.

Tell me again
about that day.



How you found her.
How it felt.

What?

Walk me through
what happened with Nicki.

You came
home early because...

We'd been having problems
and I wanted to surprise her.

I remember her shoes.
A set of keys on the table.

Don't tell me
what you saw.

Tell me what you felt,
what you feel.

I felt...

Rage. Nothing else.

I wasn't hurt or sad
or betrayed.

All I felt was rage.

Like the only thing
that mattered
is that she...

I wanted...
I wanted to hurt her.



Not him. Her.

That feeling
you have right now,
that anger...

I want you to
hold on to that.

Because that malice you feel
in your heart

is more dependable
than any contract killer,

or hitman or third person.

Can you do that, Brian?

Is your hatred big enough
to sustain you?

Yes.

You remember that.

I will contact you again

when you have gathered
the items on this list.

"Three pairs
of yellow running shoes.

"An iPhone. An apartment
on Washington Place"?

It's a lovely little unit,
just around the corner.

You want me to rent
an apartment in Manhattan?

You want a perfect alibi
for murdering your wife?

I'll do it today.

But when you're watching
your wife die,

it will be well
worth the wait.

That detective,
Singleton,

he was in my apartment
while I was out.

What?
No warrant.
Just broke in.

How did you get these?

I installed cameras
in my house.

I had my suspicions,
and now I have proof.

The lead detective
investigating Tom's murder
is a dirty cop.

Where are you
on reinstatement?

I have my fitness-for-duty
evaluation tomorrow.

Fifty minutes
of pure reflection
and self-evaluation.

You've been to therapy?

God, yes.
Therapy helped me become
an entirely different person.

Agent Navabi is ready to meet.

Several years ago,
one of my bankers
in Liechtenstein

shared with me some
unpublished works
by Carl Jung.

Handwritten notes on napkins,
journals and such.

It was easily
the most enlightening,

consequential five days
I've ever spent in a chalet.

What about
that week in Davos?

Yes, well, that was a cottage.

Agent Navabi, are you familiar
with the Innocence Project?

Of course. They use
DNA evidence to exonerate
the wrongfully convicted.

The majority
of the convictions
they overturn

are based on
eyewitness testimony.

People who swore
they'd seen something
they hadn't.

What does this have to do
with Sam DeMarco?

Mr. DeMarco was brought in
for questioning in connection

with the untimely demise
of his business partner.

As it occurred in the wake
of a bitter falling-out
between the two,

the police identified
Mr. DeMarco
as a prime suspect.

Until four eyewitnesses
placed him miles from
the scene of the crime.

People think memory works
like a video recorder.

The mind records events,
and then, on cue,

plays back an exact replica.

In truth, memories
are reconstructed,

more like putting together
an ever-changing jigsaw puzzle

than replaying a video.

So the witnesses are wrong?

Manipulated.

Into providing a killer
with an airtight alibi

by a master
in the art of misdirection.

The next name
on the Blacklist.

A man appropriately
known as The Alibi.

Albert Gelfeld,
the prime suspect in the death
of his estranged father.

Caroline McClean.
Person of interest
in the disappearance

of the heir to
a real estate empire.

Bjorn Erikson.
The last person to be seen
with a Lebanese diplomat

before his body turned up
in the East River.

Three suspects
in three unsolved crimes.

Like Sam DeMarco,
each had motive,
opportunity and,

according to Reddington,
they are all guilty.

How does he say
this "Alibi" does it?
Witness tampering

Well, it could be
that he just gets
someone else

to commit the crime
for his clients.

Times it so that
when it takes place,
they're somewhere else,

like, out in public
so other people see them.

The details in your inquiry,
they were pretty vague.

It is a strange
type of request,

but easy money,
as they say.

What do you do?
Are you an artist?

uh, in a manner
of speaking, yes.

Apparently The Alibi
only works with people

who want to commit
the crimes themselves.

He doesn't offer hitmen,
only alibis.

That allow people
to be in two places at once.

The Alibi is gonna exonerate
anyone from any crime

by getting people
he's never met

to swear to things
they've never seen.

Ressler, Navabi,
find the witness

that says she saw DeMarco
at the time of the murder.

Press her for details,
flaws in her story.

I wanna know if she made
an honest mistake,

or is an accessory to murder.

Like I said, I already
told the cops
what I know.

You saw DeMarco
on the day of the incident.
Did you speak to him?

No. I was on the phone.

How do you know it was him?

Because I saw him.

Did you? Or were you paid
to say that's what you saw?

You think I'd be working here
if someone paid me off?

Look, I know what I saw.

Guy comes in every morning
for coffee and a paper
like clockwork.

Can set your watch by him.

Every morning?

Yeah. For coffee. Paper.
His lottery tickets.

He bought lottery tickets
on the morning in question?

Twenty bucks' worth.

Right after pulling cash
out of the ATM.

We're gonna
need access to that camera.

It certainly
looks like him.

The hat and the sunglasses
look a little suspicious.

That's what I thought.
Until...

And here we go. There.

It's him.
ARAM: Yes.

Except it's not.

Facial recognition software
says it is only an 81% match,

with discrepancies
in vein pattern,

eye distance,
and pitch of the lower lip.

Maybe the system's wrong.

The system could be wrong,
but if it's right,

and I suspect that it is,

then you are looking
at an exceptionally
convincing double

who helped Sam DeMarco
get away with murder.

Release the photo
to the Bureau and local PD,
see if we can't get a match.

If he's been arrested,
charged.

Whoever this double is,
he's got a name,

and I wanna know what it is.

You did well.

About this routine.

Who are you trying
to make me look like?

Mr. Thompson, we agreed.

Sorry. No questions.

It's just...

You're paying me
a lot of money to go on a jog
and get a cup of coffee.

Is this who
I'm supposed to be?

This Barrett

I wish you hadn't done that.

I'm, like,
doubling this guy?

Are people supposed
to think I'm him?
Look, if this is illegal...

I'm sorry, unfortunately,
this won't work with you.

It's okay.
Don't fight it.

Oh, don't fight it.

Hey.

This is how it would
have ended anyway.

Let it go.

Just let it go.

Thank you for coming.

I assume it's
a pressing matter.

It's about Agent Keen.

I know you've been
helping her look for the man
who killed her husband.

Yes.
I would imagine the methods

you and she have
employed have been,

shall we say, fast and loose?

I asked you here to tell you
that has to end.

BOLO went out an hour ago.
Still nothing on Shula.

This is the man eyewitnesses
ID'd as Sam DeMarco.

And this

is DeMarco.

He's using doubles.

A homeless man matching
DeMarco's description

was picked up for
public intoxication
last month.

Kahil Shula.
Where he is now
is anyone's guess.

Some guess.
Others know.

May I?

We'll do everything we can
to help Elizabeth
find Tom's killer,

but once she's reinstated,

Elizabeth will have to enforce
the rules, not break them.

Let's talk about
your daughter.

She's with her grandmother
until this ends.

Until what ends?

Until I find closure.

And how do you envision
that happening?

Through revenge.

That's why I need you
to help me find another way.

Does the desire for revenge
come naturally to you?

I think it comes naturally
to anyone who's seen
her husband murdered.

Let's talk about
Raymond Reddington.

What about him?

Well, I know something
of your relationship to him.

I can't make
a worthwhile evaluation
until I know everything.

What did psych services
tell you about me?

Only that in order
to get my badge back,
I need your okay.

Before I give you that,
you feel you need closure.

Don't you?

If by closure you mean

become numb
to the pain caused
by Tom's death,

or anesthetize it, then, no,
I don't think you need that.

Anger is not
an unhealthy emotion.

It generates passion, risk,

the desire to paint
outside the lines.

I'm drawn to that.

My guess is that you are, too.

What makes you say that?

Let's talk about your father.

If it isn't R-Squared
and my man Dembe.

Hello, Marion.

It's been too long, Marty.
You look wonderful.

Well, we're up to
700 meals a day.

We got housing for another 60.

Wouldn't be half that
without your help.

I give and I get.

The eyes and ears
of an invisible army.

Speaking of which,
Kahil Shula.

Homeless.
In considerable trouble.

I need to find him,

so please circulate the photo
and the word.

Done and doner.

Now, how about you two
come and try some of
Randy's raisin bread pudding?

Sounds absolutely delightful.
Let's go.

Ritual is everything.

Respect it, and in time
it will become second nature.

Until then, find signposts.

Each morning,
your run will begin
between 8:00 and 8:10.

Along your route,
there's a young man
who opens 192, Books.

A falafel vendor
on 10th Avenue.

A doorman at the Flemming
who's there, rain or shine.

Make sure to acknowledge
these people.

Let them see you.

As your pattern emerges,

you'll find others
with ritualistic behavior.

Neighbors with patterns.

Double espresso, shot of milk.

The falafel vendor waved
when you passed and you
didn't acknowledge him.

He needs to know your face.
He sees hundreds every day.

Hey, I've been
at this for months.

I could care less
about the falafel guy
and what he needs.

He could be critical
to our story.

Do you know
who likes falafel? Phil.

Who was screwing my wife
when we started this,

when you promised
to get me a double.

And now he's moved in with her

and he's living in my house
with my kids,

and I'm out here waving
to falafel guys.

This routine is not for you,
it is for them.

We have to get them
to remember you
when it's not you.

Marty. Any good news?

Now, we haven't found
the person you're looking for,

but we found a woman
who knows him.
Her name is Delores.

I'm gonna put you
on the line with her.

Hello?

Delores. Hello.
Thank you for
agreeing to help.

You're looking for Kahil?

That's right. Kahil Shula.
What can you tell me
about him?

Good person.
Last time I seen him,

he was talking to a man
in front of the, um,

West 26th Street shelter.

Said something about a job.
Got into his fancy car
and drove off.

A fancy car?

Gold, with four doors.

Oh, and it had an
E-ZPass in the window.

It's Elizabeth.
She wants to meet.

Delores, do you like veal?

My chef is preparing ossobuco
for dinner tomorrow night.

Would you care to join me?

I could have a car
pick you up, say, 6:30,
quarter of 7:00?

Uh, yeah.

What
Wait. I'm... I don't...

I have nothing to do
with your reinstatement.

My therapist disagrees,
and it's up to her.

Besides, I thought
you liked therapy.

It can be transformative
for people who need it.

We don't.

If Singleton works
with Tom's killer,

if they're both on the force,
we're gonna need
the Bureau's help.

And to get that,
I need my badge.

And to get that,
you need to go to therapy.

Reddington, please.
Singleton was in my apartment.

That won't happen again.
You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

Text Dembe the time and place.

Keen's
working for Reddington.

Could be her husband was, too.

The guy's got judges,
cops and prosecutors
in his pocket,

why not an FBI agent, too?

It explains everything.
Her husband gets in over his
head with the Nash Syndicate.

They come for him.
What they don't know is
Reddington's protecting him.

He leaves five dead
in the apartment.

Keen knows it,
but won't give him up.

Think he moved in,
took control of the syndicate?

He takes over,
uses his FBI stooge to
keep us a step behind.

When we get a lead
on a shipment in Maryland,
it don't show.

We get a witness
who agrees to testify,
he turns up dead.

You think Keen's working
with drug dealers?

A drug dealer
killed her husband.

Is she in
Reddington's pocket?

Sure looks like it.

Then how much
of a Girl Scout can she be?

I say we keep following her,

and we tell no one
outside this room.

Reddington's the biggest fish
in domestic law enforcement,

and if Detective Singleton's
right,

we got him on the hook.

Dr Fulton, I understand
you'd like to talk.

I am so sorry.

I tried getting him
to come to your office.

This is as close
as he would come.

Nothing personal.

May I pay you the courtesy
of being blunt?

Please.

You disgust me.

I was told you wanted
to talk about Elizabeth.

You're a glorified
serial killer.

Everything I hear
about Agent Keen
is that she's talented,

smart, tough, resilient.

Recommending reinstatement
would be a no-brainer

if not for her
relationship with you.

Remind me, was the
"apple doesn't fall
far from the tree"

a psychological theory
first pioneered by Piaget
or Lucy in Peanuts?

She murdered
the Attorney General
of the United States.

I killed a key member
of a global conspiracy.

And went on the run
with you like a modern-day
Bonnie and Clyde.

And in the process
I helped prevent
a false flag operation

that could have put
this country on a war
footing with Russia.

Some kids run
from their father's sins.

She embraces them.

Are we finished?

"Fidelity. Bravery.
Integrity."

This is the Bureau's motto.

Do you honestly believe
a child of yours
can honor that?

Would you honestly believe
any answer I gave?

I doubt it.

But Agent Keen's future
with the Bureau

depends on you giving it
your best shot.

No. Elizabeth's future
with the Bureau

depends on her
giving it her best shot.

And your willingness
to judge her on her merits,
not mine.

Push her. Provoke her.

Figure out a way past
her grief and anger,

and you'll see her
for who she really is.

And who is that?
Everything that I am not.

Oh! Time's up.
I'm afraid that's
all for today.

Good session though.
Tough stuff.

Mr. Eckhart

Yeah. Who's asking?

My name is Ben Rowe.

Uh, I'd like to talk
with you about a job.

All right, say I do
agree to do this,

to go on this assignment...

Well, well,
nobody would know.

Because it's illegal.

Not at all, not your part.
Your part is, uh,
it is quite simple.

But should we
agree to proceed,

I will provide you
with a sequence
of detailed actions

that you will be required
to complete.

These tasks are...
Are quite simple.

A street to take,
a food vendor to pass,

a face to wave at
on your morning jog.

What about these changes
you said you wanna make?

Should you be willing
and able to follow
this script,

then we would need
a few modifications.

So, this is what?

To make me look
like someone else?
Some stranger?

I can't tell you that.

You give me a makeover,
you tell me to go for a jog
and wave at people.

Why? Who am I
pretending to be?

It's not important.
Now stick to the script.

I'm not an idiot.

And whatever this is,
isn't good.

How do you know
I won't say no?

It's amazing

the depth of
personal information

that one can access
with just a few keystrokes.

I know about
your upside-down mortgage,

your alimony,

the mounds of debt
that you can never overcome.

Do you think I would've
offered such a significant
amount of money

unless I thought
you were going to say yes?

Mmm

You are gonna say yes,
aren't you?

We've created
a list of E-ZPass users

based on the description
of The Alibi's car.

We cross-checked
that with the toll roads

closest to the
26th Street shelter.

So, how many cars
are we talking about?

Eight hundred and forty.

We contacted
the Toll Road Authority

and pulled the video
from every license plate
of every car.

And out of the 840,
582 are licensed to men.

Any one of whom could be
our Blacklister.

Pull their license photos
from the DMV
and get them to Reddington.

See if his witness
can make a positive ID.

Mmm.

Thank you, Paris.

All he does is cook for you?

Yes.

Every day?

Every day. He's also
a hell of a chess player.

Even better than Dembe,
and way better than me.

Well, it's delicious.

Delores, the man
Kahil left with,

did you find his picture
anywhere in the book?

You know, when I lost
my apartment,

it was the dead of winter
and I would have froze
to death

if it wasn't for Kahil.

The man Kahil left with,
the one in the fancy car,

I worry that he may
hurt your friend.

Please help me
to protect Kahil.

You have an honest face.

I'm an honest man.

You should call Harold.

Tell him we have an address
for the Blacklister.

No wonder
DeMarco walked,

this guy laid out
every step of his alibi.

Down to the
kind of lottery ticket

he was supposed to buy
the day of the murder.

Proof that DeMarco killed
his business partner,

which makes his double
an accessory
if he's still alive.

You think Sinclair
is murdering
the doppelgangers?

It's a theory. None of them
have turned up alive

or gone to the police,
and we have, what,

a dozen of these facial casts
in the other room.

Another two dozen here.

It's like he's
keeping trophies
of his conquests.

We now have at least
twice as many murders
to charge him with.

Ressler, we have something.

Sinclair's not finished.

Aram, I think we've found
Sinclair's next client.

There's another?

Reddington.

Agent Navabi,
what a pleasure.

We've found a plaster mold
of a man

that's presumably
Sinclair's next client,

but not his dossier.

And that presents a problem?

Sinclair is
painstakingly precise,

he keeps detailed records
of every alibi he creates,

and yet the one dossier
we can't find is for his
next job.

Maybe you should keep looking.

Maybe you took it.

I'm sure it'll
turn up somewhere,

and when it does,
let me know.

Then we can celebrate.
Your treat.

You could give them the name.

They'll put it together.

They have the face.

And we have a long drive.

Double espresso, shot of milk.

Hello?

Good news.

I found your double.

Why do you wanna
be reinstated?

To find the man
who murdered my husband.

Five other men were murdered
in your apartment that night.

Are you interested
in finding out the man
who murdered them?

Not as much, no.

The police think
you're not interested at all.

That you're protecting him,
a man who killed five people.

Is this your way
of, uh, pushing me?

Provoking me like
Reddington told you to?

He said it would reveal
who you really are.

I know who I really am.

You're the daughter
of the most wanted
criminal in the country.

I'm a widow, a mother,
and a good cop.

And that's it?

That's all that matters.

You say you want closure.

About Tom. So I can
get my life back on track.

That has nothing to do
with Reddington.

Closure requires a reckoning.

Not just about Tom
or what happened to him.

But why it happened.

What role, if any,
you or Reddington
may have played in it.

I know it's complicated.

It isn't, actually.

And I understand
why you don't wanna
confront it, I do.

But you have to.

Agent Keen,
you're a profiler.

I'm not going to reinstate you

until you can honestly
profile yourself.

Where are we on identifying
the mold found in
Sinclair's apartment?

Okay, so, uh, our
facial recognition software

wasn't able to pull a match
on the mold,

but Agents Ressler and Navabi
were able to find

additional points
of comparison
at Sinclair's workshop.

Looks like they're
reference photos for
a client he's trying to match.

So, the double's
still a mystery.
Yes.

But not the client,
because, okay, I think...
I think I just found him.

Brian Barrett, 33.

He's an aerospace engineer
working for
a defense contractor

in Greenbelt, Maryland.

Married to a
Nicole Rose Adler.

Two kids.
Looks like the wife filed
for divorce five months ago.

Aram, reach out to the ex.
Let her know
we have a situation.

Ressler, Navabi,
have the Greenbelt
Police Department

throw a net over the city
and find Barrett.

Sir, what about the double?
We find Barrett,
we find the double.

But right now all
I'm worried about is
keeping his ex-wife alive.

I almost thought
you were gonna be late.

Are we good to...

My God, well, how did you...

Please, we have
a schedule to keep.

Now, gentlemen, routine.

Let us, uh, review it
one more time.

No answer on
Nicki Adler's phone.

What about the boyfriend?

Out of town on business.
Her assistant couldn't
reach him.

Okay, I was able
to access the GPS

on Nicole Adler's vehicle
and she just stopped.

I've got her at what appears
to be a parking garage

off Westpark Drive
and Tyson's Corner.

That's her work.
We're en route.

* Yeah...
Oh, oh, oh oh-oh-oh

* Oh, oh, oh oh-oh-oh

Brian. My God, you scared me.

Hey, Nic.

What are you doing
at my office?
Why are you even here?

Well, that's the thing,
I'm not here.

Brian. Please.
What is this?

Well, this isn't
even happening.

Not with me, at least.

See, actually,
I'm in New York.

In fact, right now
I'm leaving my apartment
in Manhattan

about to go on my morning jog
like I've done every morning

since I found you and Phil
together in my bed.

So, I'm not here.

Brian, please,

whatever it is that you think
that you're doing, I...

I remember that moment
so vividly.

Holding that champagne bottle
in my fist.

Wanting to crack it
over your head.
Please.

But knowing that if I did,
I would go to jail.

So I waited. And I planned.

And now I'm actually
about to get away

with putting two bullets
in that smug little face
of yours.

Make that money
pile up, baby
Pile up higher

* Make that money pile up
Make it pile up higher...

Double espresso, shot of milk.

Make that money
pile up, baby
Pile up higher

* Oh, oh, oh oh-oh-oh

Goodbye, Nic.

You okay?
SAMAR: Yeah.

It's okay, it's okay.
Okay. I'll help you up.

* The devil you know

Make that money
pile up, baby,
Pile up higher

Make that money
pile up, baby,
Pile up higher

Make that money
pile up, baby,
Pile up higher

Make that money
pile up, baby,
Pile up higher *

Thanks for the assist.

Anytime.

How did it go?

Just like we said.

Deviations?
Nope.

And the train?

Nobody followed me.

I went for the run,
went to his apartment,
and changed.

It went just like we said.

Very good.
About your payment.

He'll take the gun.

Please, and thank you.

What's going on?

You were about to leave.

Who the hell are you?
I haven't been paid yet.

Mr. Eckhart,
go now and you'll live
to die another day.

Cover up,
it's mucky out there.

I've been looking for you.

Let's go for a little drive.

Look, whoever you are,

I... I can assure you that
confronting it with violence
is no way to resolution.

A pacifist. How refreshing.

Did Hulton send you?

Is that what this is about,
that absurd assignment
in Jakarta?

Mr. Sinclair,
I have no idea
who Mr. Hulton is,

or what he's up to in Jakarta.

My name is Raymond Reddington.

Should I know who you are?

I know who you are.

You're obsessive-compulsive.

You have a mind-numbingly
patient and thoughtful
attention to detail.

I've admired your work
for some time.

This is a strange way
to show it.

I'm a strange fellow.

I've heard whispers
of your work for years now.

Stories of your legerdemain,

your ability to put a man
in two places at once.

The concept of bilocation
is appealing,

even if not
without consequence.

I suspect you're
a fan of quantum theory.

I've read quite a bit
of Schrodinger myself.

I'm more a Dostoevsky man.

Yes,
of course, The Double.

I love a good
doppelganger story.

What about Ursula Le Guin?

Oh! Uh...

A Wizard of Earthsea.
Yes, yes.
Yes.

Delightful tale.
And Aiding and Abetting.

By Muriel Spark.

One of my favorite
British writers.

I'm sorry,
what's your name again?

It's not important.

What is important is that
you and I may have much
more in common

than just reading.

Crime.
Yes.

I thought you...
You brought me here
to kill me.

Oh, goodness no.

I brought you here
to protect you.
From the FBI.

I have it on good authority
that they've taken possession
of your files.

Without me, they'll take
possession of you.

And you can keep
that from happening?

Yes. If you do as I ask.

I'm listening.

Hands where I can see them.

We need to talk.

No, you need to put
your hands in the air.

I saw your
surveillance cameras.

I know you're scared,
you should be.

But not of me.

Yes, I'd like to
report a burglary.

I saw you meeting Reddington
near Dupont Circle.

You're not the only
one doing surveillance.

You report me,
I'll report you.

Okay, you wanna talk,

why don't you
start by telling me

why you broke into
my apartment. Twice.

Our investigation
into the Nash Syndicate
isn't getting anywhere.

Witnesses won't talk.
Others disappear.

Someone's ahead of us.
Someone on the inside.

The people I work with
think it's you.

You think I'm protecting
the people
who killed my husband?

I think you know
Reddington killed the men

we found dead inside
your apartment the night
your husband died.

I think you killed Navarro
and stole the information

that could prove it out
of the evidence lock-up.

I think you did all that,
and yet, looking at what
you're trying to do,

my instinct tells me
we're on the same side.

And that we need
to work together,

if we're gonna get
who we're looking for.

A dirty cop. But not you.

You can ask around about me.
My reputation.

I check out real quick.

I wanna trust you,
but you and Reddington...

I don't see any way
you can explain that away.

There is one way.

But to do it,
I'd have to trust you.

And if you betray my trust,

I assure you
Raymond Reddington
will kill you.

So you do work for him?

I need to make a call.

I'm sorry. You let him go?
The Blacklister?

I cut a deal, Donald.
You do it all the time.

In pursuit of
a more just outcome.

Somehow I think
your goal was a little
more self-serving.

What's this?
The Alibi had 51 clients
that we know of.

Because of his handiwork,
none were ever convicted
of murder.

With the evidence you obtained
from his place of business,

you can file charges
against 27 clients

who never went to trial.

But thanks to your
justice system's quaint notion
of double jeopardy,

it's too late for the 24
who were already tried
and acquitted,

even though you now have
proof of their guilt.

These are the locations
of where The Alibi
buried the doubles.

Yes, who he murdered.

Murders you can accuse
all the clients
of conspiring to commit.

This is good.
This is very good.

Except for one thing,

the man who actually murdered
the doubles is The Alibi.

And you let him go.

Yes, in exchange
for that list.

So, what

Not quite. I want
something from you.

And what's that?

To give me one of the doubles
when you unearth him.

Kahil Shula.

I want to give him
a proper burial.

Birds will gather at my side

Tears will gather
in my eyes...

What are
we waiting for?

We bring in Keen,
she gives him to us.

Bring in an FBI agent?

My guys will get her to talk.

You do that,

you'll have an entire Bureau
out looking for her, and us.

Why do that when we can
have Singleton do
our dirty work for us?

He tracks Keen, we track him.

He finds out
how to get to Reddington,

we get to him first.

And the Bureau's
none the wiser.

Detective Singleton,
this is Special Agent
Samar Navabi.

She's been authorized
by Deputy Director
Harold Cooper

to inform you
about this task force.

The Reddington task force.

That's right.

This I gotta hear.

He was never
reported missing,

and no inquiry has been
made with MPDC or
the medical examiner's office.

Some people are truly alone
in this world.

I can see it in them now
They're going to cut me down

Yeah.

Reddington's your CI,
and on your most wanted list?

And if anyone knew
he worked with us,
his intel would dry up.

He'd be of no use
to us at all.

No, but he'd be in jail.

And all these criminals
would be on the street.

You said I couldn't explain
my relationship to Reddington.

Look around, Detective.
This is my explanation.

Yeah, it's a pretty good one.

So, the dirty cop
who killed my husband.

I think I can
help you find him.

Um, I just need
another minute.

We'll stay as long
as you like.

Looking for the dance
For the dance that I did

Looking for the dead
The dead that I left *

You're blunt, and I'd like
to return the favor.

This is a waste of time.

I wanna be reinstated.

I took a big step toward
finding Tom's killer today,

and that is not gonna happen

by my sitting here
listening to you
misguided preconceptions.

I'd like to straighten
you out,

get a clean bill of health
and get back to work.

Please. Enlighten me.

My profile. Widow. Mom. Cop.

That's all there is.

I think there's more,

and that you're
afraid to examine it.

I know you do.
Which brings me to fear.

You think I'm afraid
to acknowledge the weight

of having Raymond Reddington
as a father.

It's an understandable
point of view.

And one that I shared.

He's evil.

He's my father.
I must be evil, too.

But you're not.

See, that's our problem,
your preconception.

You see him as, um...

What did you call him?
"A glorified serial killer"?

He disgusts you?

You see him differently.

When I was little,
I loved ballet.

Whenever I performed,
I felt a presence.

At graduations, too.
And my wedding.

I don't know,
I just always felt...

I always knew someone
was watching over me.

Protecting me.
Guiding me.

Some of what he's done
is unimaginably bad.

But some of what
he's done for me
is unimaginably good.

So, if you want to push me,
provoke me,

find a way past
my anger and grief
and see who I really am?

A widow. A mom. A cop.

And one more thing.

And what's that?

A daughter.