The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 8, Episode 12 - Rakitin (No. 28) - full transcript

- Harold Cooper.
- Harold. Russ Friedenberg.

We need to talk.

Congressman, has
something happened?

Things are much
worse than we realized.

- Is this about Rakitin?
- No names. They could be listening.

- Who could be listening?
- He's not real. We're being played.

They've got us chasing our tails,
trying to find some hacker, it's a ruse...

- Slow down.
- The phone isn't safe. We need to meet.

- I'll come to your office.
- No. No. Two hours.

I'll text you an address.

My daughter will be
home within the hour.



As we agreed, she
won't be harmed.

You won't get away with this.

Perhaps not. The
outcome is uncertain.

Sadly, you won't get
to see how it ends.

Be thankful that you
died of natural causes.

Things can get messy when
we need to send a message.

We should be on the
ground in a few minutes.

Good. I just heard
from our friend.

We won't need the car,
he'll meet us at the hangar.

Quick pep talk and
we'll be heading home.

We flew 5000 miles for a conversation
you could've had on the phone.

He's nervous. You know how he
thinks. Harold's getting closer to Rakitin.

He wants me to look him in
the eye and tell him I have a plan.

Do you?



To make Harold back
off? No, not really.

We have to do something.

If Cooper won't stop, the only
move is to take Rakitin out of play.

Harold has him
under surveillance.

It's guesswork at this point, a hunch
the man he's following is Rakitin.

If Rakitin disappeared, Harold's
suspicions would be confirmed.

Besides, Rakitin is one of
our most productive assets.

We need to keep him working.

Even if it puts
Cooper in jeopardy?

Our friend is a reasonable man.

He's careful.

He's already
threatened Cooper's life.

It's only a matter of time.

He won't kill him. Not
without my consent.

- You're spinning too many plates.
- Yes.

If we're lucky, the
curtain will close

before anyone sees
them come crashing down.

Dad?

I'm on schedule.

Good. So am I.

I'm going to see Reddington.

Ah. There you are.

Would you care for
a coffee or a Scotch?

- We need to talk.
- Please.

You're concerned
about Harold Cooper.

That's why you called me here,

so I can look you in the eye and
assure you things are under control.

I don't need your assurance.

Things are under control
because I control them.

What are you getting at?

I never liked you
working with the FBI,

but at least when we started
you knew what they were,

means to our mutual end.

You've come to care about them in a
way that is detrimental to our objective.

I told you I would handle it.

But you didn't.

Rakitin cannot be arrested.
He must not be interrogated.

You have a deal with
the FBI. Rakitin does not.

- He's exposed.
- You think he'll talk.

Don't you?

He doesn't know
you work with them.

All he sees is the FBI getting
closer and you refusing to act.

That's why you insisted
I come to Moscow.

You wanted me out of
the way. Out of position.

Rakitin doesn't just work
for us. He does projects.

Dozens of highly sensitive
projects for the SVR.

If he talks, they're all blown.

Hello?

Call it off.

Call it off.

It's too late.

There's nothing anyone
can do for him now.

Director Cooper?

Who are you?

- Where's the congressman?
- Close.

- Leave the car, I'll take you to him.
- Tell me what is going on.

Leave the car. He
sent me to meet you.

Move it.

Put him down. I
wanna talk to him first.

You wanna know how I found you?

- Uh... I found you.
- I'm an assistant director of the FBI.

The bureau's been looking
for Rakitin for some time.

Looking, with
nothing to show for it.

And then, suddenly, you
appear out of nowhere.

They have orders to kill
him. He may already be dead.

We have to call Ressler,
warn the task force.

I told Harold he was in danger.

Stubborn son of a bitch
couldn't let go. Call Rakitin.

Not a good time.

You do not have
my authorization,

which means whatever
pain you inflict on Cooper

will be revisited
upon you tenfold.

- Are we clear?
- I don't need your authorization.

Our Eastern friend
gave me the green light.

I just left our friend. I told
him Cooper was under control.

- Now, you listen to me...
- Why should I tell you anything?

- You'll kill me anyway.
- Ha! Second time I've heard that today.

The congressman asked
me the same question.

- Friedenberg?
- Mm.

You used him to lure
me out. Did you hurt him?

Please. He hardly felt a thing.

And by helping
set a trap for you,

he bought himself a
long life for his daughter.

I'll make you the same offer.

If you talk, when we're done
here, I won't go and visit Charlene.

Or your son.

Rakitin can't get arrested.
He knows too much.

We can take care of
it after Cooper is safe.

If you kill me, the task
force I lead will investigate.

- They'll know it was you.
- Mmm.

No. No. They may suspect,
but they won't have proof.

That's why we're here.

To stop you before
you can make your case.

And your death won't
look like a murder.

You've been
depressed, haven't you?

Sadly, it's all too common among
men who work in law enforcement.

You wrote a note before
taking your own life.

See, that's where the carbon
monoxide comes into the scene.

You left your car running
in a closed garage.

About an hour from now,
you will be found dead,

your lungs filled with fumes.

Yes?

If you're gonna kill him,
at least squeeze him first.

Ah, I knew you'd come around.

He runs a secret task force.

The bureau doesn't even
acknowledge it exists.

I wanna know everything
they're working on.

- Be sure you get details.
- Consider it done.

Did you get that?

We got it. A
warehouse on Fullerton.

Go now.

Or he won't be alive
when you get there.

Okay, now let's try
this one more time.

Who told you about
the stolen files?

The ones I placed on
the Volgograd servers.

Nobody.

I want a name!

I fed you a suspect,

I gave you every reason
to believe Rakitin was dead,

and yet you persisted.

Why?

Because we're the FBI.

Finish him.

You know where to take him.
Make sure the police find the note.

- Cooper!
- We're clear!

Hey, Cooper!

Mr. Cooper.

Thank God you're all right.
I heard what happened.

Put him in Box 1.

Call Panabaker. Tell her I
need her here right away.

You should let us
get you a medic.

Sir.

Harold. Thank goodness.

- You knew nothing about this?
- Of course not.

I helped the task
force find you.

If you think that changes
things, you're wrong.

We have Rakitin.
I'm not standing down.

- If he implicates you...
- You'll follow the evidence.

I have no doubt you will. We
can worry about that another time.

Ah.

That's me. I need to take
this. Deep breaths, Harold.

I'm glad you're alive.

- They have Rakitin in custody!
- Couldn't be avoided.

It could've been if
you'd listened to me.

He's one of our top operatives

and you hand-delivered him
to the American government.

I can see I've made a
mistake with you, old friend.

We've been on the same side so long,
you've forgotten who you're talking to.

You're the one forgetting.

If he talks, if he exposes me,

exposes what he's
done for the SVR,

the full weight of this agency will
come down on you like a thunderbolt.

That won't happen. Because
here's what I'm going to do.

I'm going to fix it.

And then, when it's done, you
and I are gonna have a chat.

We can't break him out.

He's under guard
at the Post Office.

Raymond, it's impossible.

Why are you calling?

- Just listen.
- Elizabeth was clear.

You were only to reach
out in an emergency.

Don't trace this.

Signal's untraceable, I'm
losing this phone in 30 seconds.

Skip, stop talking. I
need to speak with Keen.

Tell her to call me. Or get me
a number where I can call her.

What's happened?

The situation here changed.

If things go well, we may
be getting close to the end.

The end of what?

Reddington.

We may be able to prove
she was right all along.

I'm talking about bringing
her in, on her own terms.

My God, Harold. I can't imagine.

If you need time, whatever I
can do to make things easier...

I appreciate your concern.

But I have a feeling when
you hear why it happened,

sympathy may not be the first
emotion that comes to mind.

Oh... It's not my
first rodeo, partner.

You've been hiding something,
I've known for a while.

Something big. The real
reason Keen went out on her own.

She saw Reddington kill
her mother, that's enough.

That's half the story.

And to tell it, we have
to go back over 30 years

to the fall of the Soviet Union.

Around that time a file was
stolen from Soviet intelligence.

A blackmail file consisting
of 13 packets of data.

Damaging intel on
rival governments,

secrets held by some of the most
powerful people and corporations.

- Who stole it?
- An unidentified Russian operative.

Thirteen packets so, after the theft,
the Russians began calling him N-13.

The stolen file is
the Sikorsky Archive.

I'm gonna need a scratch pad.

That's where Neville
Townsend comes in.

He was one of the powerful
people named in the Archive.

As a result, his
family was killed.

He put a bounty on the head of the
woman he thought was responsible.

Katarina Rostova.

Exactly.

Agent Keen's mother
ran for 30 years.

All the while, insisting
she was framed,

set up by the real N-13.

Not Reddington. Please
don't say Reddington.

That's what Agent Keen believes.

Her mother found proof,
but Reddington killed her

before she could release it.

Keen believes
he's a Russian spy.

A plant sent to infiltrate
our intelligence agencies

and execute some endgame.

- You believe her?
- I didn't at first, but...

now I think she may be right.

The man we arrested
today is Andrew Patterson,

but the Russians
call him Rakitin.

He's feeding intel to N-13.

Clearly, he works
with or for Reddington.

Let me get this straight.

You're saying our
confidential informant,

the man we officially
gave blanket immunity,

is actually a Russian
sleeper agent?

Quite possibly.

- Keen?
- I can give you a number.

Leave a message and
Elizabeth will hear it.

- I need to talk to her.
- That was conveyed.

She gave clear instructions.

- She didn't trust me?
- She does, I don't.

I told her to ignore you. Now,
do you want the number or not?

Shoot.

In a way, you were
right to try to kill me.

I wouldn't have stopped.

Not until I knew the truth
and you were in that chair.

But Friedenberg...

he was a politician,
not an agent.

Killing him was unnecessary.

- How did your people find us?
- That's two murders.

The congressman and the
suspect... How did you put it?

You "fed" to us as a misdirect.

I'm sitting here, doing the
math. I just can't make sense of it.

Add to that the attempted
murder of a federal agent,

at least a dozen intrusions
into government servers,

the theft of confidential
intelligence, and the treason.

It wasn't one of my people.

Only two of them knew of our
location, and your agents killed them.

How long have you been
spying for the Russians?

It doesn't matter.
We'll find out.

As we speak, agents are
taking apart your home and office,

scrubbing every device,
document and drive.

- I should've just shot you.
- And you know the best part?

You were right, our
case wasn't there yet.

By coming after me, you made
it so much easier, Mr. Patterson.

He runs a secret task force.

The bureau doesn't even
acknowledge it exists.

I wanna know everything
they're working on.

- Be sure you get details.
- So it's true.

Keen was right.
Reddington is N-13.

How is this possible? Mr. Reddington
knew how to contact Rakitin.

He has been playing
us this whole time...

for the Russians? I just...

I don't understand it.

You think this means Keen
can come in from the cold?

I don't know. She
tried to kill Reddington.

She got the Freelancer out to target
a plane full of innocent passengers.

Yeah, but she warned
us in time to save them.

But what if we didn't?

I don't know.

Maybe there's a way. I just...

One thing is for
sure, if Rakitin talks

and confirms Mr. Reddington
is on some Russian mission,

say goodbye to
his immunity deal.

You think that could happen?

I don't think anyone could
stop it from happening.

- You're calling me?
- Agent Park.

You seem surprised. I
thought we were colleagues.

- What do you want?
- Payback.

That favor you owe
me, it's time to collect.

- I can't help you.
- Oh, yes, you can.

And you will.

We need to meet. Dembe
will send you an address.

Leave now, we
don't have much time.

Record at the tone.

Hey, Keen, it's me. I know
you don't wanna talk in person,

maybe 'cause you think
I'm angry, but I'm not.

I don't understand all
the choices you've made.

Townsend's a killer.

He put a bounty on
your mother's head,

now he's your partner.
Where does it stop?

It has to stop.

We have Rakitin, thanks to you,
and that flash drive you sent Cooper.

If Reddington's really N-13, we
have a good chance of proving it.

And if we can, maybe you can
come home. It's all I care about, Liz.

Maybe you can't
be an agent again,

but at least you can get your life
back, you and Agnes can be together.

The point is, I'm here,
and I'm still on your side.

We gotta talk, figure
out how to end this.

I'm gonna be at Bentham
Park at midnight. Meet me there.

And, Keen, you can trust me.

Ah. So you're outside Coatti's?

Yeah. After a 40-minute drive.

Are you inside?
What are we doing?

Oh, dear, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I gave you the false impression
we were going on this field trip together.

We're not.

I'll be guiding you
through this remotely.

I'm sure I don't need to remind
you of our little arrangement.

You asked me to
make a man disappear.

I know what happened.

That's no small
thing, am I right?

Erasing a human
being from existence.

In your case, someone capable of ending
your career and sending you to prison.

At the time, if you remember,

I warned you that repayment
might be unpleasant.

Yeah, fine.

What does that have to do with
you sending me here to this garage?

Agent Park, please,
just watch and wait for it.

Wait for what?
What's wrong with you?

- What are you talking about?
- Wait for it.

Wait.

You sent men to
Jenna's apartment?

- Dieterle.
- Yahtzee! Yes!

Mr. Mason Dieterle in the flesh.

Ladies and gentlemen, we
have a winner. Agent Alina Park.

- I thought you took care of him.
- And that's exactly what I did.

You didn't ask me to kill him, you
asked me to make him go away.

We gave him a new identity,
relocated him outside the city.

He resisted at first, but
we can be very persuasive.

- How does he look?
- Why would you do this?

For this very moment.

It occurred to me that you might
need some additional motivation.

So do as you're told and
Mr. Dieterle remains a ghost.

Refuse, and hallelujah,
he's born again.

Are you surprised?

What if I take my chances?
It's my word against his.

That occurred to me as well.

If you'd be so kind as to
check the video in your inbox.

Screw that.

Oh, my gosh, this is fun.

What the hell do you want me
to do? Rakitin's being guarded.

I can't get you in, and there's
no way to break him out.

Right? It's a puzzle.

Go back to the office.

When my plan's in
place, we'll reconvene.

And I promise you, it'll
be even more exciting.

Oh, my stars and
garters, I so love surprises.

Heh.

Not yet. Out.

Class doesn't begin for
another seven minutes.

My God. It really is you.

I'm sorry. The front
office is down the hall.

Cvetko said you were teaching.
High school biology and chemistry?

That's admirable for
a man of your talents.

Cvetko? I'm not sure who
you've mistaken me for.

My name is Geoffrey
Hill. Have we met?

Just once. Don't feel
badly, it was years ago.

But it's why I know
your name is Felix Klopp.

Ah! Hold on, this might help.

Reddington.

Dembe, we're in the
presence of greatness.

The gas in the air ducts at that
military prison in Ankara? Felix.

Ah, yes.

You built the device
that sucked all the oxygen

out of the dining car
on the Kowloon Express.

Yes.

Who was that for?

No, no, no, don't tell us.

It had to be MI6.

All the gadgets you've built
for them over the years...

That was a long
time ago. I'm retired.

Well, not entirely.

Cvetko mentioned you still occasionally
do side jobs when the money's right.

I see.

What exactly is it that
you think I could do?

What you always
do. The impossible.

There's a man being interrogated
in a highly secure room,

heavily guarded,
no way in or out.

I want to remove him.

A breakout?

Well, if that's what you think
is best. I'm open to ideas.

But the important
thing is that the man

cannot be given any
chance to cooperate.

I may have an idea.
But it's dangerous. Risky.

It would take time to create,

and I'm giving a quiz on
covalent bonds in ten minutes.

No, Felix, you're not.
School's out for today.

Now, tell me about your idea.

Amazing how life goes.

A few hours ago,
you almost killed me,

now you're the one
in mortal danger.

Am I?

I wouldn't wanna be you.
With the work you've done?

How do you think Russian intelligence
feels about you being in FBI custody?

Even if you don't talk,
you know they won't risk it.

Their best choice is to
eliminate you as a variable.

Ah, I see. This is the part where
you claim you can protect me.

And let me guess,

all I need to do to earn your
mercy is tell you everything I know.

No. I don't care about
everything you know.

Right now all I
care about is N-13.

I wanna know the endgame.
What was N-13 sent to do?

You asked me how my people
found us. The answer is, they didn't.

Reddington gave you up.

Harold.

That's a lie.

You don't know anything
about the man you're protecting.

He runs a secret task force.

The bureau doesn't even
acknowledge it exists.

- I wanna know everything.
- Don't do it.

Be sure you get details.

Consider it done.

Did you get that?

We got it. They're at a
warehouse on Fullerton.

Go now. Or he won't be
alive when you get there.

- Why would he do that?
- We need to talk.

Stop protecting him. He
doesn't care about you.

- You're a pawn. He sacrificed...
- We need to talk now.

You wanna tell me
what you were doing?

I had to do something.

You came close to exposing
Reddington as our informant.

- I don't care. He has answers we need.
- You don't care?

Who am I talking to now,
Harold Cooper or Elizabeth Keen?

Did you see the look on
his face? It worked, Cynthia.

He's thrown, he wants to talk.

There is a difference between
talking and telling the truth.

The Cooper I know
understands that.

Meaning what? You think
Reddington's innocent?

- He's not N-13?
- I don't know.

But now, whatever Rakitin tells us,
we're gonna have to wonder if it's true

or just a way to get
revenge on Reddington.

We are missing something.

If Reddington really is
N-13, why did he save you?

Why hand us one of
his chief collaborators?

You do. You think I'm wrong.

Maybe. And you know
my best argument?

Rakitin's still
sitting in that room.

You think if he knew the truth,
Reddington would ever allow that?

Don't you think he'd
be trying to stop it?

Has he said anything?

Not yet. If he
doesn't talk soon,

the plan is to transport him
to a black site by morning.

- Then we need to act quickly.
- How? I can't break him out.

- I'm not asking you to.
- Then what?

I can't hurt him. I won't.

Tell Cooper about
Dieterle, I don't care.

Really. What do you
imagine I'd have you do?

Shoot the man in cold blood?

All you have to do is pass
along these instructions.

Instructions to do what?
You can't break him out.

The less you know, the better.

Do not read it. Don't even
open it. I'm very serious.

The instructions it contains
are for Rakitin's eyes only.

He's locked down.
How do I get it to him?

- That part's up to you.
- After? What happens then?

Burn the evidence.

As I said, the less
you know, the better.

Whatever happens,
it's my doing, not yours.

Now, wish us luck.

We're all going to need it.

You asked to see me?

- I've decided to make a statement.
- Is that so?

What, may I ask,
changed your mind?

I know why
Reddington gave me up.

To punish me for
my disobedience.

You see, I asked for
his permission to kill you.

But he refused, he said
he'd handle it himself.

And when he didn't, I took
matters into my own hands.

To him, that deserves
a death sentence.

It doesn't matter what our history
is, I defied him, so I am expendable.

I see.

And now he expects
me to stay quiet.

To take my punishment like a
man, to go to prison for my sins.

If that's what he expects,

then he's about to find
out just how wrong he is.

We can try to protect you.

No, we're well past that.

He destroyed my life when
he made that phone call.

And now it's my turn
to inflict a little damage,

which includes my very educated
guess that he is your informant.

That's how they found us.

That little recording you played, the
one your boss didn't want me to hear,

you got that from
Reddington, didn't you?

Because he works for you.

I'll make the arrangements.

This should work. Make
sure he signs it before we start.

- What is it?
- Insurance.

I want it in writing that he
wasn't promised anything.

If he recants
later, it may help.

I'll take it to him.

Record at the tone.

Hey, Keen, it's me.

It's happening.
Rakitin's agreed to talk.

Cooper's about to
take his statement.

Look, this could
be all over soon.

I'll be there tonight.
Bentham Park.

It's a document you need
to sign before we start.

It confirms your
statement is voluntary.

Listen to me. Look down.

Underneath, there's something
I was asked to give you.

Instructions from Reddington.

Reddington sent you?

Keep your voice down.
We don't have much time.

He said it would
give you instructions.

- What kind of instructions?
- I don't know. I haven't read it.

He was very clear. Whatever
it says is for your eyes only.

When you're done, put it back.

What the hell is this?
Some kind of joke?

Huh?

Okay, well, I don't know what
kind of games you're playing,

but, uh, next time you see
Reddington, you can tell him to go to hell.

I'm ready to talk.

Raymond, relax. It will work.

I never wanted this.

For any of them.

Cooper, Park, Rakitin.

Oh, boy.

You saved Harold's life.

It was the right choice.

Let's do this.

Bring him in.

I'm Harold Cooper,
assistant director of the FBI.

We're here with
Mr. Andrew Patterson,

also known by the
code name Rakitin.

You've been
advised of your rights

and have decided to make
a voluntary statement?

That's correct.

Tell us who you work for.

Officially?

The Office of Intelligence and
Analysis, a division of Homeland Security.

Whoever delivers the envelope
must not touch the letter, understood?

Under any circumstances. Any.

And once he's handled it?

It won't take long.

Unofficially, you've been working as a
covert operative for Russian intelligence?

For several years, yes.

Specifically, the SVR.
Among other groups.

I'm gonna cut
right to the chase.

You're familiar with the
fugitive Raymond Reddington...?

The agent is structurally similar to
the VX compound but more potent.

I can't... I can't breathe.

Oh, my God. Get a medic here.

Ressler, don't touch him.

Odorless. Evaporates
much like water.

The longer he touches the letter,
the faster the toxin will have its effect.

Code black. Code black. This is
Agent Mojtabai in the War Room.

Get a med team in here now!

Fine.

Reddington's in the
building. He's on his way.

He's here?

I think I know, but what exactly
are we saying just happened?

- Cynthia.
- He killed that man.

Is that what we're saying?

Reddington somehow got to him
and murdered our witness in front of us?

What's the alternative? Natural
causes? He was poisoned.

How? He's been in custody
and isolated for hours.

- He was fine a few minutes ago.
- I don't know.

Maybe the medical examiner
can help us understand how.

I'll tell you, if he did it,

that smug son of a bitch has a
set of Rocky Mountain oysters.

And to walk in here right
after? Would he do that?

Agent Park. Going down or up?

I killed him. Rakitin's dead.

You didn't kill anyone.

I told you, whatever happened
was my doing, not yours.

I'm an accessory to murder.

Interesting. I don't recall
you being so concerned

about the idea when you thought
Mr. Dieterle was being killed.

They'll investigate. We
won't get away with it.

Nonsense. Can they prove
you gave Rakitin the letter?

No.

And the letter now?

I have it.

Then I suggest you light
a match and destroy it.

Carefully, of course.

I have to tell Cooper.

Now, that would be ironic.

You got into this mess because you didn't
wanna end your career and go to prison.

What do you think will
happen if you confess now?

Cynthia.

I didn't know you were here.

I came by to see how Harold's
interrogation was progressing,

but it appears things have
taken a most surprising turn.

- Did you kill him?
- Harold.

I'm asking you.

You're certain he was murdered?

I once knew a team of Chechens,

all seven had a ricin bean embedded
in a hollowed-out rear molar...

It's just a game
to you, isn't it?

A game?

I warned you, Harold.

I explicitly told you that pursuing
this could prove to be deadly.

I told you I'm not
afraid of your threats.

But you should be afraid.

I saved you today. But
what about tomorrow?

Do you really think the
people who Rakitin worked for

will just allow you
to expose them?

So he was killed.

I'm not your enemy.

And whether you
believe it or not,

you are both safer today

because you didn't hear
what Rakitin had to say.

We're launching
an investigation.

If it proves you were
involved, you have my word,

we will invalidate your immunity
deal and you will go to prison.

So you think someone got to him?

Could be.

Though if you're right, it would have
to have been one of your own people.

If I were you, I'd run with the
ricin-bean-in-the-molar theory.

Speaking of running, I
have an appointment.

Please, excuse me.

To the artist formerly
known as Rakitin.

He was an artist, Raymond.

The best we've ever used by far.

He won't be easy to replace.

No, I know.

Truth is, I never
trusted or liked him.

He was just a spy.
Spineless. Nameless.

Completely lacking in
conviction and character.

There are others.

Reddington! You
arrogant son of a bitch.

Making me fly all
the way out here.

You killed Rakitin?

Do you have any
idea what you've done?

This is how you handle it?
By killing our most valuable...

- You hit me.
- Let me be perfectly clear.

I don't give a damn
who you work for.

The next time you threaten me
with the full weight of the SVR,

I'll take that thunderbolt
you mentioned

and crack it so far up your ass,

it'll be the last thing
you see or hear.

Clear enough?

Nod if you understand. Good.

Now understand this:

Rakitin's death was your doing.

I hold you responsible
for what is, by any account,

a catastrophic
setback for all of us.

You think I'm too
close to Cooper?

Too emotionally involved
with the task force?

You better look deep inside
yourself and find a way to accept it.

Because that, old friend,
is way beyond your purview.

This is my endgame.

And you will not
interfere with it again.

We had a dozen
ongoing projects with him.

All in progress.

All of them lost.

Whose fault is that?

You've been with me a long time.

And I value our friendship
above most things.

But we're nearing the end now.

And nothing is more
important than that.

Than what?

The end.

♪ Now my youth... ♪

Record at the tone.

Hey, Keen, it's me.
I'm here, but you're not.

I don't even know if you're
getting these messages.

I don't know who I'm talking to.

Anyway, it's probably
best you didn't show.

Thing is, I don't have good
news. Look, Rakitin's dead.

I don't know how, but someone
got to him. Probably Reddington.

The ME, we don't have
word from his office,

but seems like he was poisoned.

Cooper's losing his mind.
I mean, we all are, but...

♪ We've been waiting... ♪♪

I mean, we really thought
it was over this time.

We miss you. We
just want you back.

Cooper's losing his mind.
I mean, we all are, but...

I mean, we really thought
it was over this time.

We miss you. We
just want you back.