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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 *