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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

LIZ: Notify security.
Our Jane Doe's been abducted.

Put your hands up.

Delivered as promised.

Who's she?
ABDUCTOR: Don't you
worry about her.

You contracted for the girl.
I'll take care of this one.

You heard Mr. Moore,
back away.

Not without Agent Navabi,
the one inside.
You let her go.

I don't know who that is.
MAN: There's no agent inside.

Where are we?
Oh, my...

You're awake.
You startled me.

The girl from the hospital,
where is she?

Yeah.

The taking of a life,
I've only done it a few times,

and I take no pleasure in it.

Once you're gone,
we'll make it right.

Send you back to the earth,
the way God intended.

COOPER: I want a name.

I don't know who that is.

RESSLER: He abducted
a federal agent who was
working your case.

I think you know him.

I don't, I swear.

All I know is that
he was under contract.

I don't know his name.

What does that mean,
"under contract"?

Contract to do what?

He cleaned up messes.

You mean people.
MAN: How would I know that?

The elders kept us
completely isolated.

And this guy
made sure of that?

Anyone who found
your compound, he, uh,
got rid of, disposed of?

COOPER: How's it work?

Someone stumbles
upon your little utopia,

becomes a threat,
and, what,

this man kills them?
Gets rid of them?

The man in the photo
simply made sure that
the bodies never turned up.

If this guy does exist,
I never met him.

Only Moore would
know his name, anyway.

You actually think
that he might talk?

What if I could
remember this man's name?

Help you find
your missing agent?

Would you let me walk away?

And why would we
agree to that?

Because I'm giving you
a chance to save this
young woman's life.

Trade my life for hers.

All you have to do
is let me go,
you get her back.

Yeah, that's
not gonna happen.

Do you know his name?

I don't, but I can
get your prisoner
to give it to me.

By torturing him?

In my experience,

conventional torture
doesn't yield much truth.

Which is why I employ a man

with a more holistic approach
to enhanced interrogation.

If his oxygen tank is full,
he can be here in an hour.

"An hour"?
Agent Navabi's already
been gone for an entire day.

What else do you know
about her abductor?

Well, he's not
part of the New Haven cult.

Whoever he is,
he was contracted.

Which means there's
a paper trail, some sort
of proof of payments.

Have the FBI
Financial Fraud Unit
locate Moore's accounts.

Boston and Albany
are searching for leads.

While we wait for
Mr. Reddington's interrogator?

We do not have time.

That man
in our interrogation room,
he knows something.

And we need to
get him to talk, like, now.

DEMBE: Raymond.

Take advantage
of my offer, Harold.

Brimley's an old friend,
and I love him dearly.

He's not up for grabs.

If it weren't Samar,
I wouldn't offer his services.

Sir, let me talk to him,
let me see if I can get
him to budge.

What can you possibly
say to him that we haven't?

I don't know, but, please,

just give me two minutes
with the man behind
Samar's abduction,

that's all I ask.

Slow down, Smokey.
Take a breath.

PUTNUM: I tracked down
the address

where Garvey went
after he landed in San Jose.

It's a custom boat company,
guarded six ways to Sunday.

Supply trucks
going in and out.

Carrying what?

Don't know the what,
but got the skinny on the why.

I drank a couple of drivers
under the table to find out.

The owner runs
some kind of monthly auction.

Some legit items,
some black book.

Apparently,
he's not particular.

D-eaz-id y-eaz-ou h-eaz-ear
wh

It's an auction.

And if Garvey came here

with that bag of yours,
it's up for auction, too.

Given your obsession
with getting it back,

I gotta think that's
the last thing you wanna
see happen, am I right?

REDDINGTON: I want you
to secure an invitation
to the party.

This ain't no party.

Call me when it's confirmed.

LIZ: I brought you here
to help find Samar,

not hunt for the duffel bag.

I offered Harold
my assistance,

now I'm just juggling.

ARAM: Mr. Moore,

I don't know
if you remember me.

My name is
Agent Aram Mojtabai.

I've been waiting for you.

What?

You're the one
who begged for her life.

You care about her
a great deal, don't you?

Yes.

There's something
in my personal effects.

I'm sure
they've been inventoried.

Get it for me,
I'll tell you what I know.

ABDUCTOR: You know,
I was sort of thinking of,
um, suffocating you.

You know,
it's the most natural.

Just put you to sleep
with my hand.

How thoughtful.

Do you believe in God?

You know, like, a protector,
sort of a, um, guardian angel?

Yes, I do.

I don't.

Nature, that's my god.

SAMAR: Well, I suppose we'll
have to agree to disagree.

I have an angel.

ABDUCTOR: Don't matter.

Even if you believe
He puts us here,

it's nature
that takes us away.

The beast and the bugs,
the vultures and the nitrogen.

A beautiful process.

The basis of life
itself, really.

Without death,
there is no life.

Aren't you curious?

Not even slightly.
Agent Navabi.
I need you to tell me

what you know
about the man who took her.

Over the years,
people have stumbled
onto New Haven.

A couple who were hiking,

a hunter or two.
Even an ex
of one of our elders.

Steven is the man I contact
to get rid of the remains.

Steven who? What...
What is his last name?

Feltmeyer. It's fake.
I don't know his real name.

Do you know
where he is now?

All I know is who I call
if I need to hire
Feltmeyer for a job.

Shh!

I'm sorry, they're getting
a little impatient.

Problem, you know,
isn't so much their hunger,
it's their teeth.

And why is that?

These are Himalayan
field rats, and they have
12 molars each,

and their teeth
just keep growing.

Five inches a year,
if you can believe that.

That's why they need
something substantial
to chew on,

to, you know,
wear down those teeth.

And that's me today?

STEVEN: Yeah, that's you.

Damn it!

Stop!

REDDINGTON: You're
absolutely right, Harold,

it is not a weasel,
it's a badger.

BRIMLEY: She's a digger.
She'll go after
insects and grubs,

but she really goes nuts
for ground-nesting birds.

Our prisoner is
not a ground-nesting bird.

He is to Bernice.

Harold, understand,
Bernice is a seasoned
professional,

recently retired
after years in the film
and television industries

where she had
a prolific career playing
a long list of heavies.

She's worked with Eli Wallach,
Faye Dunaway.

I think she did two pictures
with George Kennedy?

She did.

REDDINGTON: But don't
be fooled by her
off-screen persona.

She is an absolute devil
who has never missed her mark

and will perform
whatever the scene
calls for.

Believe me, 10 minutes
with Bernice and Brimley,

and your prisoner will give us
the name of Samar's abductor.

He already has.

You got him to talk

Uh, with all due respect, sir,
all that matters now is
that I did.

Uh, turns out Moore
goes through a third party
to make contact,

a guy by the name
of Hannelore.

Julius Hannelore?
Do you know him?

He's a broker of sorts.

An associate recommended
him to me after
Mr. Kaplan passed.

She did not "pass,"
she killed herself,

so I could get the duffel bag.

It was her dying wish,
feel free to honor it.

COOPER: Can you reach out
to your associate?

I'm on my way.

I'm going with you,
in case you plan on juggling.

Listen, if my bringing
Teddy here suggests
a new open-door policy,

let me set
the record straight.

My associates
are just that, mine.

And unless
otherwise indicated,

my meetings with them
are private.

Then Agent Keen
will be outside the meeting,

so you can immediately
relay any pertinent
information.

Ugh.

STEVEN: Stop!

Look, lady, there's
not much point in running.

I've told you,
I don't like this.

But I have a gun,
and I will use it
if you make me.

I was nice to you,
and you did this.

Get up.

Walk.

Julius.

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY
OVER SPEAKERS)

How do you do it?

How do you make a person

more presentable in death
than they were in life?

Family recipe.

Formaldehyde, glutaraldehyde,
humectants, dye, water,

and a secret sauce,
three generations
in the making.

Plus, the occasional
cotton ball.

Hmm.

Mr. Sulzberger
is an open casket.

Viewing's in an hour,
so unless it's urgent...

I'm looking
for Steven Feltmeyer.

I can reach out,
broker an arrangement.

This is a pressing matter.

I don't have time
to go through channels.

The channels
are the channels.

Everything in its time,
and mackerel in August.

I'm afraid I'm going to
need my mackerel now.

Or else the Sulzbergers
are going to need to
close the casket.

You wouldn't.

I'd sooner take a knife
to the Mona Lisa,

but Feltmeyer has
an associate of mine,

and I'd like her back.

Preferably before
she needs her lips sewn shut.

LIZ: Feltmeyer's real name
is Lawrence Devlin.

I'll work up a profile
to present as soon
as I get back.

Good luck with that.

Where can we drop you?

Wait.

You're leaving?

We still don't have Samar.

If there was more
I could contribute,
I would do it, gladly.

But there isn't.
So, yes, I'm leaving.

Knowing that I can't
come with you.

My thoughts and prayers
will be with you
in your search.

I hope that provides
some consolation.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

STEVEN: Okay,
here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna take you
to the farm,
I'm gonna hold you down,

and I'm gonna make
one real clean incision

in your lower
lumbar vertebrae.

Then I'm gonna sever
your spinal cord
to immobilize you,

and then we're gonna
let the rats have their way.

And that's just
the way it is 'cause
of what you did. Get in!

No! Don't!

Get in.

LIZ: According
to Reddington's source,

Feltmeyer's real name is
Lawrence Dane Devlin.

Devlin is a fixer
who specializes in
making problems go away.

Apparently,
Devlin's disposal methods
have a scientific flair.

He considers himself
a thanatologist.

I don't know what that is.

It's the scientific discipline
devoted to the study
of death and decay.

As recently as 2005,
Devlin held a research
position

at the
University of Tennessee's
body farm,

until he came
under investigation.

Apparently, several
of the cadavers
Devlin requisitioned

turned out to have
missing limbs
and other body parts.

Were charges ever filed?

Yes, but Devlin
and all three witnesses
vanished without a trace.

And since that time,
Devlin's been in the
body disposal business.

While performing experiments
in his basement.

Which means there are
victims that we can
chase down as potential leads.

The list of potential victims
goes on, and on, and on,

but they're exactly that,

victims in unsolved crimes
who were never found
or recovered.

And this guy has Samar.

Sir, we have a situation.

He just collapsed.

Call an ambulance.

SAMAR: It's getting harder
for you to breathe

because your lungs are
slowly filling up with blood.

Without a doctor,
you'll be starved of oxygen,
until eventually,

you'll be forced to
aspirate on your own blood.

But on the bright side,
it's an entirely natural way
to go,

likely what God
intended for you.

Hey. Hey. Pull over,
you can't drive.

Hey. Pull over.

That's what you
need to get in.

I pinched a couple
off the drivers
I snorkeled tequila with.

Oh, F-Y-eaz-I, we're going out
for another round later,

so don't shoot them
or anything.

Ah! The Mercury Dime,
or more accurately
"Winged Liberty."

Here's a fun fact, the image
was modeled on Elsie Stevens,

the wife of
poet Wallace Stevens.

"For the listener,
who listens in the snow,

"and, nothing himself,
beholds,

"nothing that is not there
and the nothing that is."

AUCTIONEER: All right,
ladies and gentlemen,

our next item up for bid
is this magnificent beast.

Lot number 16, an item
any climate-change denier
will love.

This polar bear would
make an excellent...

It's not on the list.

Maybe it's not for sale.

Or maybe it already sold.

Fifty-thousand.
Do I have 50,000?
50,000 is bid.

Thank you, madam.
Looking for 55.

Fifty-five thousand,
new bidder,
thank you, sir...

"The final item
won't be revealed

"until just prior
to the start of bidding."

Maybe that's the duffel?

Then there may
still be time.

Excuse me,
the person in charge,
where might they be?

AUCTIONEER: Thank you, sir.
Is there any advance
over $70,000?

Sold.

Tell him it's
Raymond Reddington.

Mr. Gonzalez
doesn't see customers.

Please, just tell him
it's Raymond Reddington.

I've heard steroids
make your penis shrink.

Have you found
that to be the case?

Answer's no.

He does know I'm number one
on the wanted list, right?

He does.

He told me to tell you
the last number one
is his driver.

Well, I mean,
obviously, he's joking.

He's not much for jokes.

Move along.

Yes, of course.
If you could just
direct me to the bathroom.

They got metal detectors,
wands.

With a guest list
that's a who's who
of scumbags,

they ain't taking any chances.

No one gets a piece in
once the party starts.

What about
before it starts?

PUTNUM: After our
night on the town,

the drivers were so bent,

they needed help
offloading
some of the goodies.

I found a bathroom
on the first floor.

Look under the sink.

AUCTIONEER: Moving on,
lot number 17.

An Assyrian relief
from Nimrud,

dating from the
seventh century BCE...

Plunder of the Islamic State.

They insist the antiquity of
the idolatry of the Quran
demands it be destroyed.

Or sold at auction.

The sale of illegal artifacts

is a major source
of funding for terrorism
in the Middle East.

But for Muslims,
this is our history,
a link to our past.

What they are doing is like
committing cultural genocide.

It's two bidders, 750.
Thank you, sir.

The bid is with you at 750.
Looking for 800.

But this is a problem
for another day.

Maybe. Maybe not.

AUCTIONEER: Any advance
over 800,000

Is 850 bid?

Eight-hundred
and fifty thousand.
The bid is at $850,000.

I'm looking for 900...

I genuinely don't want this
to become unpleasant.

Mr. Gonzalez said no.

Hmm.

You know, it's awful,

but people do tend
to associate a thick neck
with a low IQ.

How about shattering
that cliche

by reasonably persuading him
to change his mind?

That's not gonna happen.

AUCTIONEER:
And we're at $1.7 million.

Do I have 1.7? Thank you, sir.

1.7, I have. Looking for 1.8.

Looking for 1.8 million.
I have 1.8 million.
Thank you, sir.

Point of order.

I'm sorry, sir,
are you bidding?

Does it bother either of you,
the terrorism of it all?

Sir, I'm going to have
to ask you to sit down.

Either of you

Good, that makes
this so much easier.

Come with me.

Ah, I thought
you'd never ask.

We may have something.
An address on Lawrence Devlin.

He has a farm in
Preston County, West Virginia.

Nicholas Moore is dead.

Toxicology believes
he took his own life.

He had a cyanide pill
hidden inside his Bible,

which had been
processed into evidence.

Any idea how
he may have gotten it?

I got it for him.

That's how I
got him to talk, sir.

He said he'd
help us find Samar

if I stole it for him,
and so I did.

And I'll accept
whatever punishment
you think is appropriate,

but it got us a name and now
a location where Samar may be.

You've run the address?
Not only that,

but I found a cell phone
registered under one of
Devlin's known aliases

registered to that same farm.

Now, the HLR, that's
the Home Location Register,

is updated
every time a phone's SIM

is transferred into
another location, area.

And according to the HLR,
that phone was in
Grafton County two days ago.

The hospital
where Samar was abducted.

Can you triangulate
its current location?

ARAM: Devlin must be
in the middle of nowhere,

because he's only pinging
off of one tower.

You can't triangulate it?
Not off one tower.

They could be anywhere
within a 45-mile radius.

That isn't far from his farm.
Maybe he took her there.

Yeah, if she isn't
already dead.
COOPER: Issue a bulletin.

I want all resources
redeployed to West Virginia.

STEVEN:
Leave a message.
Lawrence Devlin,

this is Special Agent
Aram Mojtabai of the FBI.

We know you have
Agent Navabi.

ARAM: We know where you live,
and we will find you.

And when we do, Samar...

Agent Navabi better be alive.

You may not be aware of this,

but taking the life
of a federal officer
is a capital crime,

punishable by death.

So, if she's...

If you kill her,
we will kill you.

Where are you going?

You said I should
go get a doctor,

so I'm gonna
go get myself one.

And you?
I'm not so sure about.

I suspect
you're gonna die here.

I'll get the house.
I have the shed.

Stop.

Stop! Stop!

I said stop! Stop!

Samar, where is she?

Agent Navabi.

Lawrence Devlin,
where did he take her?

Where did he take her?

Give me one reason
why I shouldn't have you shot.

How about four million,
for the Assyrian relief?

That's more than twice
what your two highest bidders
were offering.

That's not how this works.

You don't shoot your way
to the front of the line,

you bid your way to it.

And normally,
I'd respect that,
but I'm pressed for time.

Something a smart businessman

such as yourself
should take full advantage of.

Five million.

Surely you can do
better than that.

Six million?

Done, on two conditions.

First, you keep the proceeds.
The terrorists get nothing.

Tell them
the shipment was lost,

or stolen,
or intercepted by customs.

I'll find a more appropriate
home for the relief.

And the second?

I get the duffel bag.

What duffel bag?

The final item.

Are schematics to Samsung's
next Android operating system.

Ian Garvey came here.
He brought you a duffel bag.

I have no duffel bag,

and I've never met Ian Garvey.

But... But he was here.

Not to meet with me.

Then I have a third condition.

I want to see
your surveillance footage.

RESSLER: Look,
this isn't true or false.

We know you work for Devlin.

I don't know where he is.

But you know
how to get a hold of him.

How to reach him.
No.

I'm telling you, I don't know
anything about your friend.

I just manage the property.

Mr. Devlin lets me stay here

and, in exchange,
I take care of the stock.

"The stock"? You mean
the insects you keep
out in the shed.

Insects, rodents, arthropods.

They need a lot of care.

So, what are the insects for?

Okay, okay. Uh, Mr. Hull,
I need to be very clear
with you.

The FBI is going to find
Lawrence Devlin,
and when they do,

they're going to
prosecute him to the
fullest extent of the law.

And when that happens,
you will be an accessory.

Now, whatever you know,
however you can help,

will be taken into
consideration when charges
are brought against you.

Which will happen.

He does experiments.

With... With the bodies.

That's what
the arthropods are for,

studying decomposition
under various settings.

You know where he does this?

He calls it "The Lab."

It's on his
grandfather's land.

Taylor... Taylor County.

Let me in!

I got something over here.

What is it?

It's a body.

What
What do you mean, "a body"?

RESSLER: It's old.
It's not Samar.

This guy's serious.

I don't understand.

How did nobody know
this was out here?

The question is,
how far does this place go?

This is from
last month's auction.

REDDINGTON: Yeah.

That man, there.

GONZALEZ:
He's a valued customer.

I know him
as Max Birmingham.

What his real name is,
I cannot say.

I can.

ARAM: Oh, God.

I think I have something.
RESSLER:
What is it?

LIZ: Aram, talk to us.
RESSLER: What do
you have

ARAM: No, no. No.

RESSLER: Aram, what is it?

Hello?

Aram.

Samar.

Oh, my God, are you okay?

There was an accident.

"An accident"?
Are you hurt?
Where are you?

A van that's in the water.
Water? Okay.

What... What water?
Listen, um,

I think...
I think we're close.
Just tell me where you are.

Samar?

Come on, Samar, talk to me.

Lawrence Devlin,
the man who took you.

Is dead. There was...
There was a bear.

A bear?

As in a bear?

Okay, listen, now, the water,

is it a lake

Yes.

Yes? Yes, it's a lake
or a river?

If you had asked me
to marry you, my love, um...

The answer would've been yes.

That's...

I...

Samar, listen to me,

all that matters is
getting you home safely.

So, please,
just tell me where you are.

Just tell me where you are,
Samar, come on.

Come on, Samar!
Samar, come on!

She said there was
an accident and water.
The van was in water.

The only water nearby
is the Tygart Valley River
to the east.

That river runs for miles.
Yeah, but we don't
have to look for all of it.

When I ran a search
for Devlin's cell signal
before,

it only pinged one tower
in the region, here,
outside Kingwood.

And that limits us
to four or five
square miles of river.

She said there was a bear.

That means
we have to get moving.

All right, listen up.

We're gonna refocus our search

to a five-mile area
of the Tygart River Valley.

Come on.

God, where are you?

Guys. Guys, I found it.
I think I see the van.

RESSLER: Where are you?
I don't know.

Some... I turned
north off of Kannan,

less than a quarter mile.

Samar. Samar!

RESSLER: Aram, hold on,
we're on our way.

LIZ: A medevac is en route.

They're just looking
for a place to land.

* She feels she needs to leave

* When the fields
are all covered in frost

Okay.

Hang on. Hang on.

* While the others
start to disagree

Hang on.

Hang...

* On returning to rough
and moving grounds

* And if I should come
to be relieved

* Would it be without you?

Come on!

* Would it be without you?

* She feels she needs to leave

* Rearranged to allow
a newborn path

* And if I should come
to be relieved

Come on. Come on, Samar.

Come on.

Come on. Come on!

* Would it be without you?

* Would it be without you? *

You mind telling me
who this... This...
This Max Birmingham really is?

Sutton Ross.

He died years ago.

Or so I thought.

That's his connection
to Garvey.

What is?

Garvey was a US Marshal.

He put people
in witness protection.

Made them disappear,
or appear to be dead.

Garvey must have
made that happen
for Sutton Ross.

We came all this way
to find the duffel has been

handed from
one enemy of mine
to another.

And yet neither chose
to make its contents public.

PUTNUM:
If what you're looking for
is as valuable as you say,

why... Why didn't they
put it up for auction?

I have no idea.

ARAM: So, I, uh,
did a little research.

I know, I know,
pathetic, right?

And yet, hang on,
maybe, uh...
Maybe not so pathetic.

Okay, so I came across
this study from 2014

that showed
how playing familiar music

to people in minimally
conscious states
enhanced recovery.

They found that
certain audio cues
improved cerebral plasticity

and, um,
helped them recover.

So, since, at the moment,

you can't get to
your favorite playlist,

I thought that I would
bring your favorite playlist
to you.

* There's something
happening here

* But what it is
ain't exactly clear

* There's a man
with a gun over there *

How is she?

She's alive,

but she went
a long time without oxygen.

I mean, that was after
she was somehow impaled.

Did they say how long
she would be on a respirator?

All they said was that
she can't breathe on her own,

and they don't know
if she ever will.

How's he doing?

Mmm.

How would any of us be doing
if we were him?

Where's Keen?

Agent Elizabeth Keen, FBI.

* Getting so much resistance
from behind

* It's time we stop

* Hey, what's that sound?

* Everybody look,
what's going down? *

I spoke to Harold,
he told me about Agent Navabi.

Gonzalez called you.

His guard, actually.
We developed
something of a bond.

He showed me
the surveillance feeds.

I know Max Birmingham
has the duffel bag.

You follow me
to where you don't belong,

watch tapes that are
none of your business.

I sent his picture
to the Post Office.

You do what you know
I don't want you to do.

By the time I get back,
they'll have his real ID.

You disappoint me.

And yet somehow,
at the same time,
you impress me.

You persevere.

Runs in the family, I guess.

I suppose
it was inevitable.

What's that?

Our sprint to the finish.

The bag is just
out of reach now.

After everything
we've been through,

it won't be long
before one of us has it.

Not one of us.

Me.

What would you say to
flying back with me on my jet,

enjoying a few hours
of peace and quiet

before we repair
to our neutral corners?

I'd say that's
a very generous offer.

Yes, it would be,
if I was to offer that.

Which I'm not.

Goodbye, Elizabeth.

I'll be waiting
at the finish line.

Okay, so, uh, this one
wasn't on your playlist.

Or mine, but I'm kind of
hoping that someday

it will be.

* At last

* My love has come along *

Samar...

I've been in love with you
since the first moment
I saw you.

Every day, since then, has...

Has been my best day

because I have
spent them with you.

I want to spend
all my days with you.

So...

* The skies above are blue

Here we go.

* My heart
was wrapped up in clover

Samar Navabi,
at long last...

* And here we are

Will you marry me?

* For you are mine

* At last *