The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 6, Episode 9 - Minister D - full transcript

Just I called a lawyer, Paul.

He said
we shouldn't be talking.

A lawyer?
No, Deb. I'm sorry.

I know you're sorry, Paul.

Mrs. Evans?
This is Wendy from E.I.C. Trust.

I'm following up
on our previous conversation.

Good news. It appears
you are not overdrawn.

Over my dead body, Susan.

Mom,
it's a retirement community.

I'm not gonna play bingo
all day

just to have someone
wipe my...



...a fever

and won't be able to go
on the...

Hi, Grandpa!

Oh, hey, there, lovelies.

Afternoon.
Do you have time to take a li...

Hey, I got your message.

- Is it true?
- Yeah.

Came today.
$2.2 million.

I've never seen a check
that big.

Then... it's done, right?

This is great.
We should celebrate.

No, no. Not yet.

Uh, listen, I think
we might have a situation.

What situation?



It's about the body.

Play it again.

911.
What's your emergency?

I saw a man with a gun!

On West Fourth
near the Red Brau Tavern.

Can you describe him?

White guy in his 50s.

He's wearing a suit.
Tan suit and a hat.

Our contact
in the department

says the caller
didn't identify herself.

Someone identified me
to the caller.

We both know who and why.

You have no proof
it was Elizabeth.

No. And I hope I'm wrong,

but she's hunting
for my past.

And putting me here makes it
more likely she'll find it.

Raymond, you're facing
the death penalty.

She would never put you
in that position.

Try to identify
the person on the tape.

And please reach out
to the Task Force.

I have a case.

Minister D?

A serial blackmailer.

He takes his name
from the villain

in Edgar Allan Poe's
"The Purloined Letter."

However, unlike his namesake,

this man's
never been identified.

Why now?

Today of all days?

Because I'm innocent.

And he can prove it.

How?

The explanation will be obvious
once you've found him.

But as my trial begins
within the hour,

I'd appreciate it
if you would investigate now

and ask questions later.

You say this Minister D
can prove your innocence.

Can he also prove
who's guilty?

Yes.

So you know
who the real traitor is?

Someone I trusted.

As is the traitor
who turned me in to the police.

Have you found out
who that is yet?

Someone close.

Traitors always are.

Tell me about Minister D.

According to Reddington,

Minister D gathers
incriminating information

and then uses it
to extort people.

In 2004, he discovered
an insider trading scheme

and used the information
to extort $4 million

from a pair of traders
at Koji Analytics.

Six years ago, he blackmailed
Senator Constance Holsted

after finding proof
of a kickback scheme

between the senator's husband

and a major
real-estate developer.

It's about the body.

What are you talking about?

Where we put it isn't safe.

Did Reddington say how
Minister D collects his intel?

No. But he made it seem
as if he has

compromising information
on just about everyone.

Which is why Reddington
brought us the case.

What do you mean?

Minister D gathers information
to extort people.

With Reddington about to go
to trial, it stands to reason

that he wants to extort members
of the jury or the judge.

Maybe he thinks the Minister
can help with that.

It's a risky move
if he believes he's innocent.

Which we all know
he's not.

Do we?

You think
Reddington is innocent?

I think this guy could be.
This "guy"?

I think what Ressler
is trying to say...

Yes, please translate.
...is, we won't know the truth

until we find the Minister.

Did Reddington give
any indication where to start?

Yes.
With Sayantan Shah.

The Taxi Tycoon?
In 2006,

Reddington loaned him money
to pay off a blackmailer

he believes was Minister D.

Talk to Shah.
See what he knows.

He loaned me money.
I paid him back.

Is that a crime?

To do business
with a wanted fugitive

and not report it?

Yeah.
That's a whole lot of crimes.

I was being blackmailed.

I didn't have the money.
What was I supposed to do?

I can't just walk
into a bank.

Relax, Mr. Shah.
We're not here to arrest you.

Or to ask you to cooperate
against Mr. Reddington.

We don't need your help
to make a case against him.

What we do need
is your help

to make a case against
the man who blackmailed you.

We'll ignore your business
with Raymond Reddington

if you tell us about
your business with Minister D.

Delivery
for Peter DeReamer.

And the reasons
I was being blackmailed...

You'll ignore those, too?

Our interest is Minister D.

If you help us, we'll look past
your little indiscretions.

I came to my office
one day after lunch,

and there was this envelope.

Inside was a transcript
of a phone call I had made

detailing
certain business arrangements

that might have been
misunderstood by my partners.

Or the IRS.

A few days later,
I get a call instructing me

to deliver $400,000
in cash.

That transcript
was word for word.

I hired a team.

They found this
buried in the phone lines

of my apartment building.

It's a tap.

He was listening.

Good morning.

Unless the parties

have any last issues
they wish to address,

I'll ask the clerk
to bring down the jury.

As you're kind enough
to inquire,

I do have an issue

that compels me
to ask for a continuance.

And what, pray tell,
is that?

A key piece of evidence
has not yet materialized.

I expect it to shortly.

I have investigators working
to locate it as we speak.

By "investigators," I can
only assume defense counsel

means his very own team
of FBI agents.

Is that true?

My cooperation agreement
continues on a voluntary basis.

I've steered the Bureau

in the direction
of a wanton criminal.

Mr. Sima may not appreciate
that an ancillary benefit

of catching said criminal
is that he is in possession

of information that
will prove my innocence,

but anyone with
an actual interest in the truth

would, I'm sure, see
a continuance

as a prerequisite
for a just outcome.

A just outcome
would have been the defendant

accepting our settlement offer
of life in prison.

The government was willing
to take the death penalty

off the table,
and you rejected it?

Yes.
As any innocent man would.

Mr. Reddington, your motion
for a continuance is denied.

If exculpatory evidence
surfaces,

you can introduce it at trial,
or, if necessary, on appeal.

We'll bring the jury in for
opening arguments after lunch.

What do we have?

Okay, so a device

Agents Keen and Ressler
identified

was some kind of splitter.

It duplicated the signal
from Shah's phone,

sending one signal
to the number Shah dialed

and another
to a different location.

Some sort of listening post.

Now, I couldn't trace
the calls,

but we did find
similar devices.

And get this...

They were all monitoring
landlines and cell towers

operated
by the VeraCom Phone Company.

According to VeraCom's files,
only a handful of individuals

serviced the sites
where we discovered taps.

Three joined the company after
the first reported incident,

one left the country
to do missionary work in 2013,

and another died of a heart
attack just eight months ago.

- Which leaves...?
- Elijah Bailey.

The name's an alias.

Taxes filed
under a stolen Social.

Engineering degrees
also forged.

What about a location?

An address in Arlington.

What's he doing here?

He's here to see
Agent Ressler.

Keen, Navabi, run down
that Arlington address.

Ressler, come with me.

So, what's this about?

I need to prep you
for trial.

I'm calling you
as a witness.

The work of the Task Force
remains classified.

I won't be asking about it.

Back when the FBI
was hunting Reddington

instead of working for him,

you ran point
on the investigation.

He's on trial for acts of
treason he allegedly committed

long before I took over
that investigation.

We all know
they're not alleged.

And I wouldn't be asking you
if I had anyone else to ask,

but your predecessors
have all passed.

You're the ranking officer.

Why'd you wait so long
to let us know?

Because I don't trust you.

I know you're working a case
to help him at trial.

You know how I know?

He told us in court.

Agent Ressler,
once I put you under oath,

your loyalty will be
to the truth, not Reddington.

Perjure yourself even once,

and I will make sure
you join your boss in prison.

Clear!

Clear here!

Clear over here!

Clear here!

There must be
10,000 tapes in here.

Hey there.

How you doing, papito?
Need a shave?

I'm looking for a woman.

She made a call
from that payphone.

It was a few weeks ago.
I have a date and time

to check
your security cameras.

Memory's deleted
every 48 hours.

Maybe somebody
saw something?

Don't know. Maybe.

I ain't seen nobody on that
phone in the time I been here.

I can ask around,
but no promises.

Look, man, like I told you,
I don't know anything.

Thanks for listening.

Yeah, no problem.

You the one been asking
about that girl?

One who made the call?

I am.

Did you see something?

If I did,
what's in it for me?

Maybe I could pay you.

Maybe you could give me
the money first.

And maybe then I talk.

Did you see
who made that call?

Yeah.

I did it.

You cannot go to jail
to protect his secret.

Sima may not ask anything
that requires me to lie.

But if he does ask you
to confirm

that Raymond Reddington
is the defendant,

you can't say "yes."
If I say "no,"

if I tell the truth,
he's gonna know that we know,

and he'll do
everything he can

to keep us from learning
his true identity.

If the only way for me
to find out who he really is

is for the most honest person
I know to commit perjury,

I don't want to know.

If Reddington just...

If he admitted
that he was the imposter,

the charges
would be dropped.

I mean, he's facing
the death penalty,

and, still,
he says nothing.

If he's okay with that,
so am I.

Besides,
I'm not that honest.

I said you were
the most honest person I know.

The bar's pretty low.

Look.

You deserve an answer.

And I'm not gonna be
the one who says something

that keeps you
from getting that.

But if something were
to happen to you

because you did that,
I would never forgive myself.

Hey.
He uses a manual typewriter.

Mm, who does?

Our guy. The listener.

Are you sitting in the dark?

I had a migraine.

Oh. I didn't know
you got migraines.

I didn't. Before.

You okay?

Uh, you were saying?

Right, um...

anyway, have you ever used
a manual typewriter?

Yeah, it's impossible.

Just to make a mark,
you have to slam on each key.

Do you have a point, or are you
just being pointlessly adorable?

All right,
by slamming on each key,

you leave a mark
on the paper and the ribbon.

And after the ribbon is hit,
it spools.

So if you unspool it,

you can see the last thing
Minister D typed.

So you're saying you know
who his next target is?

The next target
is Peter DeReamer,

who cheated on his wife
with a Mikela Pariente.

He blackmailed him
over an affair?

How original.
Not the affair.

The insurance.

$2 million
in his wife's name,

which paid out
when they killed her.

Yesterday,
Bailey recorded this.

Hey, I got your message.

- Is it true?
- Yeah.

Came today.
$2.2 million.

I've never seen a check
that big.

Then... it's done, right?

This is great.
We should celebrate.

No, no. Not yet.

Uh, listen, I think
we might have a situation.

What situation?

It's about the body.

What are you talking about?

Where we put it isn't safe.

She could be found.

DeReamer.
Where is he?

The building manager
at Mikela's apartment

saw him arrive
20 minutes ago.

Keen, Navabi, get there.
Take them both into custody.

See if they can lead us
to Bailey.

Agent Ressler, did you once
lead an FBI Task Force

dedicated to killing or
capturing Raymond Reddington?

Your Honor, I'm happy to
stipulate that Agent Ressler

was the FBI agent who spent
the prime years of his career

engaged in a futile game
of whack-a-mole.

Mr. Sima, we can dispense with
the foundational questions.

Proceed.

As the ranking officer
on that Reddington Task Force,

were you familiar with
an incident that occurred

involving the U.S.S. Gideon
in March of 1990?

I was. Yes.

The U.S.S. Gideon
was an Ohio-class submarine

sunk by the Soviet Navy

while on a secret mission
in the Barents Sea.

134 men were on board.
They all died.

You say
it was a secret mission.

How did the Soviet Navy
find out about it?

Because Raymond Reddington
told them.

Was the defendant the only one
who knew about the mission?

Raymond Reddington
was one of 16 people

who were aware of it.

12 Naval officers

and four CIA operatives
on the Russia desk.

If 16 people were aware
of the mission,

how can you be sure
the defendant was the informant?

Two days
before the sub was attacked,

the Gideon's captain changed
course to avoid weather.

The change was communicated
to an intelligence officer

who was assigned
to the mission.

He was the only one of the 16
who knew the coordinates

of the sub
on the day in question.

Who was
that intelligence officer?

Raymond Reddington.

So, the defendant
was the only one

who knew the location
of the submarine.

That doesn't prove he told
the Russians how to find it.

Why are you so certain
that he did?

Because a secure
KGB communiqu? we intercepted

indicated
that Raymond Reddington

provided the Russians
with the exact coordinates

where the submarine
was torpedoed.

Mr. Ressler,
I'm showing you a document

that has
previously been admitted

as Government Exhibit 9.

Is this the communiqu??

It is.

Please read it
for the jury.

"Lamprey indicates
target diverted."

Prior intel
no longer actionable.

"New coordinates received."

Do you want me
to read the coordinates?

That won't be necessary.

Are you familiar
with the code name "Lamprey"?

Yes. "Lamprey"
was the code name

the KGB assigned
to Raymond Reddington.

For the defendant?

For Raymond Reddington.

And... And is
Raymond Reddington

in the courtroom today?

You... Your Honor?

Agent Ressler. The man
referred to in the communiqu?.

Is he in this courtroom
or not?

Yes, Your Honor.
He is.

- Don't move!
- Freeze!

Don't shoot!

Hands where we can see them.

Mikela Pariente,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Janice DeReamer.

Peter DeReamer.
Where is he?

FBI! Stop!

Stop!

You won't make it!

We heard the tapes.

We know you and Peter
killed his wife

and that Bailey's
blackmailing you.

If you ever want
to get out of prison,

you're gonna help us
find him.

He told us to put $200,000
in my purse

and take it
to the Harkins Museum.

Wanted me to put it
in a gift-shop bag

and leave it near a bench
at 3:20.

Okay, then.

That's exactly
what you're gonna do.

Agent Ressler.
My goodness.

After all these years,
I feel

as if we actually know
each other.

I know the feeling.

Have you ever heard
of Katarina Rostova?

Yes.
She was a KGB officer.

Would it surprise you
to learn that she and I

had
quite a complicated history?

Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll.

Did I say "sex"?
Sex.

Almost nothing you do
surprises me.

How about that Katarina

hid the fact
that she was a KGB agent,

stole the coordinates
for the submarine U.S.S. Gideon,

and passed them on
to her superiors?

That she, in fact,
was responsible

for the deaths
of those brave young men?

Objection. What surprises
Agent Ressler is not relevant.

Sustained.
Move on, Mr. Reddington.

Agent Ressler, was I
a good intelligence officer?

Raymond Reddington
was one of the best.

Sorry?
Raymond Reddington was?

Yes.

Hated by the KGB?

Very much so.

Would they have liked
to see him disgraced?

Definitely.
Enough to forge a communiqu??

Objection. The witness
cannot possibly know

what the KGB would
or wouldn't do.

Objection sustained.
Move on.

Mr. Sima asked you
if I was a traitor.

You hesitated
with your answer.

Why?

What difference
does it make?

Is it because
you're uncertain?

Or aware
of mitigating circumstances

that have given you
a different opinion of me?

About who I am today
as opposed to who I once was?

I don't think
you want me to answer that.

Oh, but I do.
I don't.

Counsel will approach.

You may be excused for
the moment, Agent Ressler.

I do not like tricks
played in my courtroom.

Especially dirty ones.

He hesitated for a reason.

The reason
is that you work together...

A fact that is
not admissible at this trial.

Or have you forgotten that your
cozy relationship with the FBI

is a deep, dark,
and regrettable secret?

There's something else.

Well, I hope for your sake
that it doesn't involve Rostova.

Because that fishing
expedition is over.

I need more time.

Clearly.

But you don't have it.

A winter coat, a pair
of warm shoes, and $3,000.

Who are you?

It is yours whether
you can help me or not.

It was a white woman.
Dark hair.

She didn't give me her name.

Just 100 bucks to call 911

and to say I seen
a man with a gun.

A man
wearing a suit and hat.

Is this the woman?

That's not her.

Take your time.
Are you sure?

She gave me 100 bucks
to make a phone call.

I'm never gonna forget
her face.

Just like
I'm never gonna forget yours.

Please state
your name and occupation.

Lawton B. Nuss.

I'm a retired forensic
accountant with the FBI.

When you were with the Bureau,
did you discover

that the Russians
paid Raymond Reddington

for information
leading to the sinking

of the U.S.S. Gideon?
Yes, sir.

I would object,
but I so enjoy a good yarn.

Describe how the money
was handled.

A month before the incident,

a corporate account
was opened in a Cypriot bank

known to work
with Soviet intelligence.

The only person with
the power to withdraw funds

was the company president.

And who was that?

Raymond Reddington.

I'm sure many accounts
were opened

in the weeks prior
to the tragedy of the Gideon.

What makes you think
the activity in this account

was connected to it?

Because a front company
for the KGB

wired $3 million
into the account

a day before the incident,

and another $3 million
the day after it.

One week later, the entire
amount was withdrawn.

By Reddington?

Yes.

Using fingerprints
and a password.

Thank you.
No further questions.

Was the withdrawal
made in person?

No.
It was a wire transfer.

You said the withdrawal required
fingerprints and a password.

It was done remotely.

So if someone had a copy
of my fingerprints

and knew the password, they
could have made the withdrawal,

and no one at the bank,
nor yourself,

would have known
the difference?

I, uh, suppose
that's possible.

Yes.
You know what else is possible?

That I was framed
by Katarina Rostova,

which I could prove
if Your Honor

would grant me
even the shortest...

All right, the court
will stand in recess.

During which time
I will consider

whether your willful disregard
for my instruction

suggests that while you
are clearly competent

to stand trial,
you may be incompetent

to represent yourself.
I'm innocent.

How can trying to prove that
suggest incompetence?

It doesn't.

But not following
the rules does.

And so far, you haven't
come close to doing that.

We're back in 15.

All right,
she's on the move.

Hold on.
Who's this?

He's taking it
to the information desk.

Lost and found.

The janitor.

I got him.

I got the bag.

Excuse me. FBI.

I need to see that bag,
right now.

The purse is gone.

The janitor has it.
That's him.

Aah!

Aah!

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah, thanks.

Harold.

We found Minister D.

If you found his archives,
I need the tape

of a phone call he recorded
on December 7, 1990.

If he has it,
we'll find it.

But I won't give it to you

so you can leverage
the judge or the jury.

If that was my plan,
I wouldn't need your help.

I'm quite capable
of bribing jurors on my own.

I didn't give you this case
to get an acquittal.

Then why did
you give it to us?

To prove my innocence.

Members of the jury, I have been
on the bench 23 years,

and I have never had
a defendant

represent himself
in a death penalty case.

Mr. Reddington
made the choice,

and, after
careful consideration,

I have decided to allow him
to continue down that path.

As he's acting
as his own counsel,

he may testify
in a narrative form.

Mr. Reddington, I'm giving you
the benefit of the doubt.

Don't make me regret it.

Please.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

I didn't see it
anywhere.

Is it possible
he got the date wrong?

Reddington told us to look
for a very specific needle

in this haystack.

A recording
taken on December 7, 1990.

Bailey isn't talking.

Please tell me
you found something.

We did. Just not
what we were looking for.

Elijah Bailey is an alias.

We matched his DNA
to a Jordan Loving,

a retired corporal
in the Army Corps of Engineers.

Now, he disappeared
from a hospital four days

after he made the recording

that Mr. Reddington says
will clear his name.

Loving was admitted
with severe burns

after an explosion
at his house injured him

and killed a man identified
as Zachary Tempkin.

We found this picture
at Bailey's.

It can't be a coincidence
that Reddington

is looking for a recording
made on December 7th,

and, on December 11th,
an assassin injures Bailey

and murders a man who appears
to have been his lover.

Maybe he used the tape
to try and blackmail

someone who didn't take kindly
to being blackmailed.

But who? And how the hell
is it connected to Reddington?

35 years ago,
a Naval intelligence officer

working for
the U.S. government fell...

...fell into a relationship
with a beautiful Russian woman.

Unbeknownst to his superiors,

that relationship, which started

as guarded attraction,

quickly evolved into passion,

which resulted in pregnancy.

They had the child.

A girl,

whom they both loved.

What the Naval officer
didn't know,

but certainly
should have suspected,

was that the Russian woman

was... a KGB officer...

That Katarina Rostova
had been assigned

to get close
to Raymond Reddington

and steal classified information
from him.

What Reddington
could never have suspected

was that
though she was a KGB agent,

Rostova's real handlers
were members

of a secret
criminal organization,

a multinational cabal
working in the shadows

to manipulate world governments,
economic markets,

trade,
and international alliances.

When Reddington discovered this,

he confronted Rostova,

who warned him that
if he threatened to expose them,

the Cabal would destroy
his reputation,

discrediting him
so he could not discredit them.

And that's what happened.

With the help of the Cabal,

Rostova framed Reddington

with the very evidence
you've heard in this courtroom.

To prevent him
from protecting his country,

she made it appear
as if he had betrayed it.

As a result, the Cabal
remained in the shadows,

Rostova disappeared,

and Raymond Reddington
became...

...a completely
different person.

A man who has done

many brutal, scary,
illegal things...

...but not a single one ever

that was treasonous.

That's it...
Every box, file, and tape.

We must have missed something.

Or it's not here.

We have to start over.

I think
it's too late for that.

It's gotta be here somewhere.
It has to be.

We'll start over.

Uh,
I don't think we have to.

December 7, 1990.

Notify Ressler.

Tell him we have the tape
Reddington was looking for.

Let me just
get this straight...

You were framed by a "secret
criminal organization"?

I'm sorry.
I misspoke.

Thanks to me, the Cabal
is no longer secret.

"A multinational cabal
working in the shadows

to manipulate
world governments."

I'm sure they have a Wikipedia
page if you care to look.

Do you have any evidence

to support
this conspiracy theory?

I do.

That you can present
at this time?

Yes.
Though, for the life of me,

I don't understand
what the rush is all about.

Everyone seems so anxious
to kill me. Makes you wonder.

Perhaps you could enlighten me
over a cocktail

after my acquittal...
Which is inevitable

now that the evidence
has arrived.

Permission to approach?

I thought you'd never ask.

Whatever evidence
his FBI lackey

just stepped and fetched
for him...

It's a tape recording.

That we haven't had
the chance to authenticate.

Then let's get Agent Ressler
to hop on the stand,

cross his heart, hope to die,
and do just that.

I agree.

Mr. Sima,
you will have the chance

to cross-examine the witness
and authenticate the tape.

Mr. Reddington, it appears

that all your eggs
are in this basket.

You better hope
they don't crack.

Mm.
That loud whooshing sound

is the wind
blowing out of your case.

The court needed the tape
copied to a flash drive,

but... this is the original.

They pulled me out
of a meeting.

This better be important.

Reddington knows.

He knows everything.
Explain.

He's discovered my identity.

And the existence
of the Cabal.

Can he be contained?

He took Masha.

Eliminate him.

He's a decorated officer.

His death
would be investigated.

Whatever they find,
they will believe.

But if we discredit him...

The intelligence I stole...
We leak that it came from him.

No one will believe him
after that.

Not with the blood
of 134 Americans on his hands.

Agent Rostova, I told you
to eliminate him.

And I'm telling you
there's a better way.

Because you're
sleeping with him.

Because he has proof
that the Cabal exists,

proof that would be released
in the event of his death.

The Fulcrum.

And because I love
his daughter.

My daughter.

I want this mess
cleaned up.

Get rid of him or ruin him.

Just get it done
by Christmas.

Agent Ressler.

Do you recognize the man's
voice on the audiotape?

Yes. It's Alan Fitch.

The former Director
of National Intelligence.

And the woman?
Agent Rostova?

It was Katarina Rostova,
yes.

Why did you bring me
this tape?

Because the government
has a legal obligation

under Brady v. Maryland
to provide the defendant

with any exculpatory evidence
that can be used in the defense.

Thank you, Agent Ressler.

And may I say you are
both everything I dislike

about the FBI and
everything I admire about it?

Nothing further,
Your Honor.

Your scar.

Katarina Rostova gave that
to you, didn't she?

She took Zachary from you.

You found the tape.

You blackmailed
the wrong person.

I thought
I could use the tapes

to punish people
for what they'd done.

To cash in
on what they'd done.

To make a good living
off the backs of bad people.

You hurt a lot of people
who deserved it.

But you also hurt yourself.

No, I didn't.

Katarina Rostova did.

Out of all the tapes,
why ask me about this one?

Because Katarina Rostova
took someone away from me, too.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Thanks to your tape

I think
she just gave him back to me.

The defendant will rise.

Has the jury
reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

In United States
v. Raymond Reddington,

to the single count
alleging violation

of Title 18,
United States Code Section 2381,

Treason, how do you find?

Not guilty.

Ahh.

The court thanks the jury
for your service.

You are dismissed.

Your Honor,
the government is ready

to proceed to trial
on the remaining indictments.

I have no doubt that once
the government licks its wounds,

it will want another bite
at our allegedly rotten apple.

But that's for another day.

Until then, the defendant
will remain in custody.

No bail? I was looking
forward to that cocktail.

You may or may not be
the most dangerous criminal

to ever grace my courtroom.

But you certainly are
the most incorrigible.

Court stands in recess.

I don't know
how I can feel so relieved

and so pissed off
at the same time.

Don't judge her too harshly.

I don't think I could
judge her harshly enough.

Whoever you are today,

whatever you've become...

It's because
of the lies she told.

She was between a rock
and a hard place.

That's no excuse
for framing someone

for a crime
they didn't commit.

It's easy
to think that now.

Back then...

...things were...
complicated.

I grew up believing
Raymond Reddington

was a traitor.

Well, now you know the truth.

I know a truth.

You know that your parents
loved you very much.

And that's the only truth
that matters.

Dembe.

We won.

I'm very relieved.

More so knowing
that you are, as well.

Of course I am.
Why wouldn't I be?

Because you are
the reason Raymond is here.

I spoke to the woman
who called the police.

I showed her your photo.

When she didn't
recognize it,

I realized
she had spoken to Jennifer.

That you worked together
to capture Raymond.

Does he know?

I keep his secrets.
I don't share them.

He sent you to find out.

So he suspects something,
but he doesn't know.

Is that it?
I won't say it is.

But I won't say it's not.

If you tell him,
he'll never forgive me.

The secrets he keeps from you
cause you so much pain.

And now you are asking me
to keep your secrets from him.

You're his secret keeper.

I'm asking you
to be mine, too.

It's gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I know what you did.

What, stole the boss' hooch?

You lied to the judge

to protect my search for
the imposter's true identity.

You ignored everything
I asked you not to do.

And I just wanted to say
thank you.

That must've been hard,
hearing that tape today.

Listening to your mother
betray your father like that.

To be honest with you,
Ressler,

this has all been hard.

Ever since I met
the imposter.

But, yes,
especially now,

knowing that my mother
helped this imposter steal

my real father's
good name.

But why?

I mean, before today,

everyone thought
Reddington was a traitor.

The government, the press,

and, still, the imposter
chose to take his identity.

I mean, he went to a surgeon
who could have given him

the identity
of anyone in the world.

He could have been anyone.

And yet he chose
to be a pariah.

He chose the life
of a wanted fugitive.

Why?

Why would anyone do that?

I heard the news.
Congratulations.

A Pyrrhic victory,
I'm afraid.

Like eating
a salted caramel babka.

Immensely satisfying
in the moment,

but it just might be
what kills me in the end.

I found the person
who made the 911 call.

And?

It was a homeless woman.

Well, who told her
to make the call?

She didn't know.

You showed her a photograph?
Yes.

Of Elizabeth?
Yes.

And?

No.

Ohh.

I was so sure.

I was...

The thought
that she'd betrayed me again...

But she didn't.

No.