All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S05E12.The.Cook.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.by.AKTEP

* Love is a burning thing

* And it makes a fiery ring

* I was bound by wild desire

* I fell in to a ring of fire

* I fell into
a burning ring of fire

* I went down, down, down
And the flames got higher

* And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire

* The ring of fire

* The ring of fire

* The taste of love is sweet

* When hearts like ours meet

* I fell for you like a child

* Oh, but the fire went wild

WOMAN: Is somebody there?
I'm gonna call the cops.

* And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire

* The ring of fire

* The ring of fire

* Yes, it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire

* The ring of fire

* The ring of fire *

I got your message.

You found someone who can
analyze Navarro's glass eye?

He can see us this afternoon.
Did you bring it?

I know I'm gonna have to
answer for what I've done,

but right now all that matters
is we find out who put that
in Navarro's head

and whether it can lead us
to Tom's killers.
And the truth.

"The truth"?

The last time I spoke to Tom,
he told me, "I figured it out,
why Nik died. Everything."

That's why I went home.

To find the truth.

But they got to him first.

My contact lives
with his mother.

She's not
particularly fond of me.

I'm not quite sure
if it's actually me,
or what I represent.

I believe she feels
I'm a bad influence
on her son.

I thought a gesture
of goodwill might
smooth things over.

You think an empty terrarium
is goodwill?

Whoa!

The mother's family
operates a pet cafe in Kyoto.

You can enjoy the most
savory tsukemen ramen

in and around a variety
of animals native to Japan.

Cormorants, katydids,
the occasional tanuki.

And you thought spiders
would be a welcome addition?

Joro spiders.

In Japanese folklore,
the Joro is said to be able
to change its appearance

to that of a beautiful woman
who seduces men,

binding them in her web
before devouring them.

Hence its name, Joro-gumo
or "whore spider".

Oh.

Here's the mother's
work address and a note.

If you could please
drop them off.

No! What, me?

I have a time-sensitive
case for the task force.

You did ask me to hold up
my part of that deal
in your absence.

Do you know what
Tom was talking about?

When he said
he figured it out?

Tom was a man of many truths.

Which of those he was
going to divulge, I can't say.

REDDINGTON:
My sincere apologies.

I hope Paris has taken
good care of you.
Tea, please.

He made me an egg dish
I can't even pronounce.
It was divine.

As is your suite.

Which is why, in the future,
I think we should meet
elsewhere.

And why is that?

Because being here
gives me the impression
that crime pays.

What are the most
expensive crimes in America?

"Expensive"?

Top three.

Theft, armed robbery...
Arson.

Five-hundred thousand
arson fires occur each year,

costing over $2 billion
in property loss.

"Husband and wife
die in house fire."

In those 500,000 fires,
about 500 people die.

One per thousand.
Arsonists are many things,

but rarely premeditating
murderers.

"An accelerant was found,
but no motive or suspect."

Because they're looking
at the case the wrong way.

This wasn't arson
that resulted in murder,

this was a murder
committed by arson.

But you said arsonists
are rarely murderers.

A fact which makes The Cook
both rare and dangerous,

and the next name
on the Blacklist.

ARAM: Does he know
how many fires?
RESSLER: Or how many victims?

SAMAR: No and no.

RESSLER: But he says this Cook
is a serial killer posing
as an arsonist.

COOPER: And yet he can't
ID The Cook,

and the only fire
he told us about

is one that arson
investigators don't believe
was a homicide.

I suppose Reddington
knows better.

No, but he knows
someone who does.

Earl Fagen.

ARAM: The arson
investigator

COOPER: Fagen hid
in plain sight for years.

Was lead investigator
on a dozen fires that he set.

No one knows more about fire,
or the men and women
who set them.

SAMAR: Reddington says he can
help us find The Cook.

RESSLER: What's the catch?

SAMAR: Fagen is up for parole.

He helps us, Reddington
would like us to help him.

COOPER: I don't like it.

But if there's a serial killer
out there...

We don't need a firebug
to find him.

Less than 15% of all
arson cases are ever solved.

Maybe we need the help.

I'll reach out to
Main Justice, see if they
can get a court order

to get Fagen to the scene
of last night's fires.

If he helps us get The Cook,
maybe, maybe,
we'll put in a good word.

If not, we'll make sure
he stays put.

Irregular burn patterns.

Use of accelerants.

Something with high
vapor pressure
and low flash points.

Your man took some time
calculating the rate equation.

Multiple points of origin.

He wanted it to burn hot.

And why is that?

He wanted to see
the flashover?

Stand back and watch?

We're gonna need a little
more than, uh,
"Maybe he wanted to watch."

So, what floated your boat?

I'd be lying if I said
there wasn't an element of
arousal to the whole thing.

A certain gratification.

But for me,

fire filled a vacuum
within me.

Gave me a sense of relief.

RESSLER: What is it?
SAMAR: What do you see?

Hey. What is it?

Might you be able
to get me a black light?

RESSLER:
"Discipline not faith."
What the hell does that mean?

Why would he leave a message
we wouldn't be able to find?

Boy, oh, boy.

Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

You all got a real humdinger
of a firebug on your hands.

ARAM: All right, we're
still searching nationally,

but so far, we've found
four fires under investigation

with the same inverted
pentagram and inscription.

How
ARAM: He does,

behind a barely burned wall.
That is his MO.

Everything burns hot and fast
except one wall.

It gave us enough
to narrow our search.

How many deaths
are we up to?
Seven.

And if you're looking for
a common denominator
among the victim, good luck.

A married couple in Bethesda.
An insurance executive
outside Chicago.

A mother and son burned
to death in an apartment fire
in Brooklyn.

Are there any survivors?
Anyone who can tell us
why they were targeted?

Well, it seems that
he's only missed once,

when he burned down
a small ranch house
in Tenleytown.

The owner is an ER doctor,
Corrine Egan.

Navabi, she's all yours.

Ressler, look into the
pentagram and the inscription,

find out what the hell
we're dealing with.

If this guy's an occult member
or a satanist of some kind,
we need to lock in on it fast.

REDDINGTON:
Why didn't you deliver them?

I left them for her
with your note.

You left them. Spiders.

She wasn't in her office.

What did you expect me to do,
drive around with them?

Besides, what difference
does it make if his mother
likes you or not?

I mean, it's not like he's 16.

No, he is not 16. He's 15.

And a half.
Just got my learner's permit.

Elizabeth, this is Tadashi.
Is your mom home?

Has she said anything
about the gift I sent?

I need to speak
with you for a minute.

He's a child.

Who turned down Harvard,
a year ago.
And a job at Face-whatever.

"Face Really?

Look,
I'm a technological moron.
I just don't get it.

Which is why I surround myself
with people who do.
Tadashi gets it.

What is thy bidding,
my master?

Apparently he also
gets Star Wars.

Dr. Egan, I understand
this is an unsettling
development.

CORRINE: You're saying
someone was intentionally
trying to kill me?

No. The investigator
I spoke with said that
the fire was arson.

That it was set to cover up
for something he stole.

Concealment is a common
motive for arson.

Unfortunately, there's nothing
common about this.

What is that?

The pentagram represents
the five limbs of man.

Uh, his five senses.

It was hidden on a wall
in your house. Does it mean
anything to you?

"Discipline not faith"?

Uh, an inverted pentagram
is associated with evil.

It depicts the natural order,
uh, turned on its head.

The department chair
said that you wrote the book
on Satanism.

Is there anything in there
on why this, uh,
would be left behind?

Have you had any recent
altercations, breakups,
problems at work?

"Problems"?
I... I'm an ER attending.

Yeah, I meet some kooks,
but no one who'd wanna
burn my house down.

I'd say the symbol
is an expression
of the killer's belief

that his victims deserved
to be punished.

Uh, purified by fire.

Maybe you were not
the intended victim.
Do you live alone?

Not that night.

My brother was with me.
He'd come in from Seattle.

That's what saved me.

He was three hours behind
and couldn't sleep.

Talked me into going
for a run at 11:15.

We came back
and the place
was in flames.

You said punished. What for?

Some perceived sin.

Maybe he's saying just
having faith isn't enough.

You have to live
that faith every day,

and that requires
great discipline.

The guy who did this,
he's still out there, right?

Does that mean
you think I'm in danger?

Anything? Yoo-hoo.

I sometimes feel as if
I should pay more attention
to pop culture.

Then I see this.

Star Wars, featuring this
giant in a bear costume

piloting an aircraft
and a little green guy
sword-fighting,

and I say a silent prayer
of thanks for Tolstoy's
moral crisis.

Oh, if he can't
figure this out...

This green fellow is
considerably too short to be
effective in a sword fight.

I assumed since it was an eye
it would record video,

but there's no camera.
And I can't find a mic.

So, what does it do?

No clue. It's using
encrypted firmware.

Even the bootloader
is tamper-resistant.

This is gonna take a while,
assuming I can crack it
at all.

REDDINGTON:
This is the world
we live in now.

I suppose we have to trust it.

Do you not know,
or you can't say?

The truth Tom discovered.

I asked you if you
knew about it and you said,
"I can't say."

Does that mean you don't know,

or is "can't say" some
clever turn of phrase

that makes it possible for you
to be honest and secretive?

What is this about?

You've asked me to trust.
All I do is trust.

I trusted Tom,
forgave every lie,

believed every promise
that he would stop
keeping things from me.

And then he went off
on some secret quest
and got himself killed.

And now
I've killed someone

trying to figure out
what it was he was
keeping from me.

And you have
kept so many things from me,

I would have to be an idiot
to believe that this is not
one of them.

Thank you.

For what?
For not pulling some
Jedi mind trick.

I don't know what that is.

And yet you've mastered it.

Okay. So, Fagen told you
The Cook liked to stay
and watch, right?

Well, turns out he did.

Uh, a neighbor told
a first-responder
after the Chicago fire

that he noticed a red Honda
parked across the street
from the victim's house.

Which got me thinking,

if there are fires
in different cities,
how did the killer get there?.

He's traveling.
Which means
he rented that Honda.

I checked and there are only
two rental companies in that
city using Hondas.

And only one with a model
in candy apple red
on the streets that night.

Rented to a William Seavers,
Baltimore address.

You're so cute.
Isn't he so cute?

Adorable. Now get to Baltimore
and let's put an end
to this thing.

SAMAR: Seavers.
Federal agents.

Navabi.

SAMAR: Are you okay?

RESSLER: Go.

SAMAR: Ressler!

Ressler, I'm coming
around the back.

Ressler, Ressler,
grab my hand.

Our agreement required
my assistance
at one crime scene.

I'll help you here,
but I expect you to be

twice as enthusiastic
at my parole hearing.

Seavers, or whatever
his real name is,
had this place rigged.

Glass jars with some kind
of an accelerant suspended
by these strings.

SAMAR:
There were also phrases
written on the wall,

like in the first crime scene,
only visible by black light.

Maybe he's not talking
to his victims.

Maybe he's also
talking to himself.

SAMAR: What was it like,

lying to everyone
you worked with?

Acting like a hero
when you were a criminal?

Do you want an honest answer,
or are you just trying
to make a point?

Little bit of both.

Living a lie
was worse than prison.

The day I confessed
was the day I went to jail.

That was also the day
I was set free.

What are you doing?

If you destroy that,
you can say goodbye
to your parole.

Narrow, rectangular,
possibly thermal paper.

The kind commonly used for...

Receipts.

Havershim Hardware.
Two days ago.

Ammonium nitrate, saltpeter.

Looks like he paid cash,
9:17 p.m.

Hey, don't say
anything, really.

My freedom's the only thanks
that I need.

ARAM: The security footage
from Havershim Hardware.
Uh, this is from two days ago.

That's him.

9:17 was on the receipt,
right

Yes, and that's the right
height and build.

RESSLER: Come on, buddy,
turn around.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

A priest?
You gotta be kidding me.
This guy's a priest?

What's that on his pocket?
COOPER: Is it some
sort of cross?

Looks like the letter T.

Agent Ressler,
talk to someone in Semiotics,

see if we can figure out what
that pin represents before
someone else gets killed.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER PA)

Where you going?
Huh? Um, oh, work trip.

But you don't like to fly.
You're nervous, I can tell.

No, no. Not nervous.
Just, uh, praying...

For a friend.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

I'm not a church person.

But my fiance, well, he is
and we're getting married.

And I did this thing
with another guy.

It only happened once.

Um, anyway,
Kevin's flight's delayed

and I was gonna
tell him when he got here.

But now, seeing you,

maybe it's the alcohol
talking, or maybe it's a sign,

but I don't... I don't wanna
tell him and lose him.

If I lost him
I would just...

Sweetheart, what's your name?

Oh. Claire. Uh, Claire Homan.

Claire,

the lust of the flesh,
the fervor of the eyes,

and the pride of skin
comes not from the Father,

but from the world.

Forgive yourself.

Be honest with
this man you love.

His faith will
help him forgive.

You really believe that?

Not me, Claire. God.

Thank you.

Oh, I am so sorry.
How selfish.

What about your friend?

What about him?

What are you gonna
tell him to do?

I'm going to tell him
to find his faith,

to not turn his back
on God and run.

I'm going to tell him to stay

and do what, in his heart,
he knows he must.

I'll pray for him.

Please do.

ARAM: ll right,
The Cook is a priest.

The quote we saw in
black light is from Romans,
the second from John.

To see what else might be
written behind those walls,

I had the lab run
thermographic scans
and found this.

It's the cross from
the Traditum Church.

The "T" on his lapel?
Yep. Traditum Primarius.

"Tradition First".
It is an extremely
fringe order.

How many are ordained?

They won't release
official numbers, but their
temple is in Cromwell,

just a few miles
outside of Arlington.

COOPER:
Ressler, Navabi, get there.
Show them Seavers' photo.

If he's been ordained,
maybe we can get an ID.

LIZ: You found something?

A serial number
on one of the chips.

If I find out who makes it,
I could figure out
what it does.

This means everything to her.

And to me.

For a different reason.

She doesn't know what,
but she knows.

"Clever turn of phrase"
is a polite way of saying
you're being dishonest.

TADASHI: It's made
by Wandtech.

LIZ: And what does
that tell you?

Wandtech, Wandtech,
Wandtech...

Yikes.

LIZ: "Yikes"
They make GPS devices.

Oh, crap. Uh, guys?

Uh, Mr. Reddington?
I think we have a situation.
This thing's transmitting.

What is it transmitting?

Our location.

You!
Mrs. Ito.

MARIKO: Get out.
REDDINGTON:
Did you get my gift?

Four spiders no gift.
You gave her four spiders?

Venomous members of the
golden orb-weaver genus.
For your sister's pet cafe.

In Japanese, four
is a homonym for death.

MARIKO: First
you turn down Harvard.

Now you work with a criminal.

I am through with you.
Finished.

Out the back.
The hole in the fence.

There's no hole in fence.

I stay.
They'll shoot you if you do.

Good. End of misery.
Dembe.

Don't touch me.
Tom's killer.

Yes, and he could
have the advantage.

We don't know that.

Which is why we have to go,
because we don't know.

RESSLER: Excuse me. Father?
Agents Ressler and Navabi,
FBI.

Agents Ressler
and Navabi, FBI.

We were hoping that
we could have a word.

"FBI"?

What's this about?

We're looking for this man.

This is from three days ago.

No, that's not possible.

So, you know him?

We're conducting
a criminal investigation.

His name is Thomas Wattles.

He goes by Tommy.

He was a priest in our order,

but he was stripped
of his clerical title,

oh, about a year ago.

Do you mind telling us why?

Mr. Wattles violated
his oath of celibacy.

Our leadership
felt he wasn't worthy

of such an exalted position
in the eyes of our Lord.

We need to find him.

I haven't seen him
since he left the order.

Uh, you say this is
a criminal matter?

Yes, we believe
he's, uh, setting fires.

Burning men and women alive.

Men
Not just women?

Why would you say that?

If there's something
that you know...

I can't, I'm sorry.

As spiritual director,

it's your responsibility
to hear the confessions
of your priests.

Yes, but anything Tommy says
would be privileged.

It would be an
unforgivable violation for--

He's murdering people.

And he'll do it again.

The privilege can be violated
if you believe

he intends to commit future
acts of violence.

Look at these.

My God.

They were just fantasies.

Visions, that's what he said.

Tommy was having visions
of hurting women.

Women he found attractive.

He saw it as
a personal failing.
Failing God.

He believed he had
a calling as a priest.

And yet, he found himself

having these lustful urges
he couldn't suppress.

He was consumed
with self-loathing.

These women were temptresses,
he said,

sent by the Devil himself.

He said he had dreams
of destroying them,

burning them.

Purification by fire.

They weren't dreams, Father,
you should've said something.

Wonder if your God
will forgive you
for not doing that.

Aram, we got a name,
Tommy Wattles.

Okay, hang on.
I'm searching.

RESSLER:
The Church thinks he's got
some kind of a vendetta out

against women he believes
are out to tempt him.

Which means he's had
personal encounters
with his victims.

ARAM: All right. Okay,

I've got a Thomas Owen Wattles
on Fisher Drive

in Pimmit Hills.

COOPER: That's him.

Aram,
notify Virginia State Police.

Put a flag on him.
Cell phone,
vehicle, the works.

Look, this guy was willing
to torch his own safe house

to keep us one step behind.

If he hasn't fled, he will.

He knows we're onto him.

COOPER: Check out
the address in Pimmit Hills,

reach out to
the two survivors
you interviewed.

ER doctor and her brother.

Show them Wattles's photo.

Let's hope that shakes
something loose before
this guy finds another victim.

REDDINGTON:
I feel terrible, Mariko.

I know it's
a small consolation,

but I've made arrangements
for you and Tadashi
to stay in the hotel.

A two-bedroom suite is yours

until it's safe for you
to go back to your home.

Room service. 24-hour spa.

Tickets to any
of the shows in town.

I hear, uh, there's, uh,
a revival of The Music Man

that's supposed
to be marvelous.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING
OVER HEADPHONES)

She terrifies me.

She has that effect on people.

Can they still track us?

I disabled
the locator signal.

They were using
the signal to find us.

If I can reverse it,
figure out where it came from,

I could use it to find them.

REDDINGTON:
What makes her happy?

Does she like
a good foot massage?

We should have stayed.

I do know by the way.

We ran and now
we have nothing.

What Tom figured out.

The truth he uncovered.

It has to do with me.

I knew it.
I knew you were lying.

I told Tom not to pursue it.

What
What is it?

An item
Mr. Kaplan unearthed

that I wish to keep hidden.

"An item"?

What item?

I can't say.

Tom died because of it.

Tom ignored my warning.
That is why he died.

And this item,
did Tom have it?

Yes.

And now his killers do.

That's why you're here.

That's...

Not to help me.
Not to avenge Tom's death.

But to help yourself

and get your
precious secret back.

We want the same thing.

I gave Agnes up
until this is over.

If I miss
one more day with her

than is
absolutely necessary

because you're not being
completely honest with me...

But I am being honest.

I do know, but I can't say.

I'm not trying to be clever,

it's not an ambiguity.
It's the truth.

I have a secret
and I need to keep it,

even from you.

RESSLER:
His name's Tommy Wattles.

He purchased an airline
ticket to Heathrow
and he never boarded.

His last credit card charge
was a purchase here
last night.

Yeah, the priest.
He was here.

CORRINE: Corner booth.
SAMAR: What do you mean,
"corner booth"?

That's where he sits
at the deli on Riverside.

I see him
at lunch there all the time.

Does he comes alone?

MALE BARTENDER:
No, he was with a woman.

She moved over,
joined him at the table.

I assumed
they knew each other.

Tell me about her.

No idea.
Passing through--

All right,
what did she look like?

Young. Pretty.
Maybe 30.

RESSLER: And he spoke to her?

CORRINE: Actually,
I was the one
who spoke with him.

To say thank you.

I'd seen him
place a to-go order
a few days earlier.

He walked out
and gave it to a man
living on the street.

The next time I saw him,

I told him
I'd seen what he did.

That I thought it was nice.

That I wanted
to pay it forward,
so I paid for his lunch.

What did he say?

He was awkward, like he
didn't know what to say.

He could barely
make eye contact.

RESSLER: All right, I'm gonna
need to see your receipts,
surveillance footage,

anything that might help
identify her.

You really think
she's in trouble?
CORRINE: But why?

Because I paid for his lunch?

Because I,
I somehow tempted him?

He tried to kill me for that?

RESSLER: Look,
all I can tell you right now

is that the woman that was
here last night with him,

she's in real danger.
And I need your help
to find her.

Okay, let's step it out.

Tell me exactly where we are,
what we know.

Our suspect Tommy Wattles
was expelled from
the Order of Traditum

after engaging in sexual acts
with a female member
of the church.

Which led to Wattles
harboring a deep hatred
towards women.

Women he thinks are demons
and temptresses.

Women he doesn't know.
Right.

And as far as we can tell,
none of the victims have had
a relationship with Wattles,

let alone a sexual one.

This woman from
the airport bar last night?

The stranger?

RESSLER: We are still
working on an ID for her.

Wait a second.
Hang on here.

I think the Bureau's
facial-recognition software

may have just found a match

with the CCTV footage
from the airport hotel.

Okay,
Claire Anne Homan.

All right, 26.

A graphic designer
at a boutique firm
in Arlington.

If he's still in the city,
she's the reason why.

Ressler and Navabi,
get to her house.

Notify VSP and Fire.

Aram, see if you can get this
woman on the phone.

Let her know we may have
a situation on our hands.

Copy, sir.

Hello, Claire.

I see your
fiance couldn't make it.

I need you
to come with me, love.

Come on, Claire.
Claire, Claire,
Claire, please.

Sweetheart.

Oh, why do you
dress like this

Let's find you
some clothes. Okay?

ARAM: So I've been
trying the woman
from the hotel bar...

Claire Homan.

You told her what's going on?
I can't get through.

Sir, I, uh, I have
a bad feeling about this.

I think Wattles
may already be there.

TOMMY: It's ironic
you found me
the way you did.

In that bar,
in a moment of weakness.

Trying to offer your flesh.

It felt more like a sign
than a test, really.

Through you,
I could feel my,

my calling to God
was solidified.

I don't...
Why are you doing this?

What did I do to you?

We're five minutes out.
Talk to me.

ARAM:
Trying to make contact.

Still no answer on her cell.
VSP and Fire are en route.

Aram, please try again.
We're almost there.

Okay. Just...

Hurry.

Take the girl, I got him.

He's outside.

Are you okay?
I'll come back.

RESSLER: Tommy, stop.

Stop!

Put it down, Tommy.

That woman inside, Claire,

she taunted me with her sex.

Do you know
about the ritual
of the auto

RESSLER: Put that down
and we can talk about it.

The burning
of the fallible human form,

cleansing those that may
yet achieve salvation.

Giving the
irredeemable sinner

their first
foretaste of hell.

And for the observer,

the chance to confront
one's own transgressions.

Tommy,
I know you're hurting,

I know you think
you're doing
the right thing,

but this doesn't end well,
trust me.

Come on, Tommy.
We need your help.

SAMAR: Tommy, no.

It's the road to salvation.

To redemption and purity.

And I'm not afraid.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

RESSLER: Tommy, no!

Jesus Christ.

REDDINGTON:
Samar, any news?

SAMAR: We caught
the Blacklister. Hey, Liz.

Hey.

And Fagen?

He's having his
parole hearing later today.

Why is that woman
staring at you?

Apparently the number four
is bad luck in Japan.

Who knew?

TADASHI: Yes, yes, yes.

You traced the signal?

TADASHI: Not only that,
I wazed the location.

Thirty-two minutes.

Even with those crazy
left turns they make you take.

Do I even want to know
what's happening here?

It's about Tom. We think
we've found who killed him.

That's great. Tell me
who it is and I'll call it in.

We gotta go.

Liz, you shouldn't do this
on your own.

You called for
a spa treatment?

Ah, yes, please,
do come in.

I ordered
an avocado-cucumber scrub.

I guarantee you'll feel like
a new woman.

Or not.

Uh, may the Force be with you.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

This place is staged.

This is my fault.

We had him.

Damascus was
right outside that door.

We had him
and we let him go.

That eye was our last lead.

We need to
get this thing analyzed.

The data was
certainly wiped clean.

REDDINGTON:
We don't need the data,

we need the person
who built it.

It's sophisticated.

Custom-built by someone
who does business
with Damascus.

And I want a name and a...

What?

What is it?

And Mr. Fagen's help
was instrumental in
helping us close the case.

Because of his cooperation,
we took a very dangerous
criminal off the streets.

Saved a lot of lives
in the process.

FEMALE PAROLE BOARD MEMBER:
Are you recommending parole?

I don't know Mr. Fagen
or whether he's remorseful
for what he's done.

I'm here to tell what I know.

Thank you, Agent Ressler.

We'll take your
testimony into--

You know, I,
I used to think in terms
of black and white.

You were either a bad guy,
or you weren't.

I'm not sure
about that anymore.

Uh, under the right
circumstances,
I've come to believe that

even the best of us
are capable of

almost anything.

And now,
I only mention that because

well, I figure everyone
deserves a second chance.

SAMAR: Parole board
was unanimous.

Fagen is being released.

He was sentenced for
14 years. Served 11.
On balance, I do.

And Reddington?
Any idea why he wanted Fagen
to be released?

REDDINGTON: Hello, Mr. Fagen.

Reddington?

How did you know
I was getting out?

You owe me your freedom.

It doesn't matter
how I obtained it,

what matters is that I did.

Look, if this is about
that fire at Fritzles,
I had no idea you were--

I expect
two things in return.

First, you won't so much
as light a match.

Second, when you do,
it'll be at my instruction.

You want me to set a fire?

I'll be in touch.

REDDINGTON:
I know how hard this is.

I need your help
to find Tom's killer.

I need it, but I don't know
if I can trust it.

You won't miss a day
more with her than is
absolutely necessary.

You have my word.

And you have mine,
that I'm gonna honor
Tom's dying wish.

Which was?

For me to know your truth.

Before this is over,
I'm gonna find out what it is.