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Can I help you?

Walter Reardon?
Who are you?

I'm Special Agent
Vernon Duquesne, FBI.

You're under arrest.
Take everything.

Internal audits, SEC filings,
corporate minutes,

I want it all vouchered
as evidence.

Evidence of what?

Market manipulation
in violation of US Code 7,
Section 13.

Wire fraud, money-laundering.

You and your lawyer
have all the time
in the world to read

the indictment before
the arraignment.

HOLT: His lawyer's right here.

Holt Campbell,
Veritable's General Counsel.

You wanna tell me
what the hell is going on?

Arrest and search warrants,
signed by
the US Duty Magistrate.

Where's the affidavits
in support of the warrants?
Sealed.

Those documents
contain trade secrets

we've spent millions
to acquire and protect.

Call Judge Kerr's chambers.
Get his clerk on the line.

This is Holt Campbell
at Veritable Robotics.

Well,
you should know the name,
your boss signed warrants

to search our offices
and arrest our CFO.

Really? Well, if he didn't
sign them, why am I
holding the paperwork?

Walter?
Call the FBI.
The real FBI.

What happened?
Nothing.

Whoever they were,
they left everything behind.

I wanna know why.

What are you doing?
She's shivering.

She's supposed to be cold.

I know. I read up on TTM,

how you circulate cold saline
through her femoral artery.

But her core body temperature
was only 91 degrees.

She is suffering
from cerebral ischemia.

Cooling her protects
her brain while she heals.

Right. By decreasing
the brain's demand for oxygen,

you reduce neurotransmitter
production like glutamate.

Lovely. Looks like someone's
been reading up on Wikipedia.

I read the page
and the footnotes.

91 degrees was
an AHA guideline in 2010.

But in 2015, the journal
Resuscitation concluded

that 97 degrees
was more effective.

I'm just following protocol.

Are you her husband?
Part of her medical directive?

I'm her fiance.

Granted, I proposed
while she was unconscious.

Do you have power of attorney?
No, but...

Then I'm gonna have
to ask you to step aside.

I'm ashamed of this.
You shouldn't be.

Samar is in the hospital
fighting for her life.

And instead of being
there for her and Aram,

I'm trying to find
this duffel bag before
Reddington does.

Agent Navabi needs
our thoughts and prayers.

We don't need to be
at the hospital to send those.

As for the duffel,
Tom died trying to figure
out what it contains.

Your determination
to find it makes
perfect sense,

and we're happy to help.
So, talk to me.

Before he died,
Garvey went to Costa Rica

to give the bag to a man
named Max Birmingham.

What do you know
about the man?

Well, for starters,
I know his real name
isn't Max Birmingham.

The man we're looking for
is Sutton Ross.

In the '80s, when
a company or a country
wanted to steal R&D

rather than develop it,
Ross and his team
stole it for them.

Didn't he steal R&D on
a stealth fighter for China?

A defective stealth fighter
called the Grayscape
Seventeen.

The Navy knew Ross
was working for China,

so they made sure
he stole plans for a plane
that couldn't fly.

And when it crashed,
China blamed Ross,

turned him over to the Feds
who issued an arrest warrant,

and Ross disappeared.

Until showing up
in Costa Rica under
the alias Max Birmingham.

So, why would
Garvey give him the bag?

Because when Ross went AWOL,

Garvey was the marshal
assigned to arrest him.

And instead of
bringing him in,

Garvey ended up
protecting him.

Yeah, but these
two haven't met in weeks.

Any idea where Ross is now?

LIZ: Yes,
doing business as usual.

Ross and a dozen suspects
posing as FBI agents showed up

to a robotics company
yesterday waving
phony warrants.

So the guy holding
Reddington's secret

is stealing tech
from a robotics company?

LIZ: Yes and no.

The police report says
he stole it,
and then left it all behind.

Nobody robs
a company for kicks.
Get there.

If we find out what
he was really after,
we'll find him and the bag.

Before Reddington.

Ah.

What a lovely shop.

You certainly look
busy as a beaver.

TAILOR: I'm with a client.

Yes, and I'm terribly sorry
for the intrusion,

but I need a moment
of your time.
It's about a customer.

Remind me,
were we doing side tabs
or traditional belt loops?

Oh, go for the side tabs,

they keep you honest
in the midsection.

I'm sorry, sir,
but as you can see,

we are in the middle
of a fitting.

Yes, I understand...

Oh, my God.

You're... Oh, dear.
I am such a fan.

Why, thank you, thank you.

Your films, your writing,
your art work.
I can't believe this.

Do you get all your suits
done here?

TAILOR: Sir,
we are very busy.

You probably
get this all the time,
but I must tell you,

I absolutely adored...
Pink Flamingos.

Well, yes,
but your Christmas show.

I had tickets in Baltimore,
and I was running so late

I only saw the last
20 or 30 minutes,
but I have to tell you it was

one of the most
surprisingly warm,
incredibly nostalgic,

funny evenings in my memory.

Look at you.
What a sweet man.

That story about the squirrel,
the one with the tiny nuts?

Oh, my God...
Yeah, yeah.

You look awfully comfy.
What kind of fabric is that?

Oh, a lightweight merino.

Super 120, natural stretch.
I swear by it.

Marty, do you think you
can do that same
multicolored puppy tooth

in that collection?

Is that British?

I'll tell you if you tell me.

Your client, Sutton Ross.

I've fallen out of touch
with him over the years,

but I do need to find him.
Right away.

Every document taken
from Reardon's office
was returned.

That means they targeted
Reardon as a way of getting
into the office.

Not just the office,
this very corridor.

Walter's office is
across the hall from one
of our research specialists,

Ravi Desai.

Three of the hard drives
are missing.

They contain
Ravi's personal research

on something called
"the Rafferty Project."

Have you spoken
to Mr. Desai?

We've called
and left messages,

but we haven't been
able to reach him.

His kids are off from school,
so he took vacation time.

The Rafferty Project,
what can you tell us about it?

Nothing. As I said,
it was Mr. Desai's
personal project,

and he'd be the
only one that could
speak informatively.

Right, well,
we're gonna need access
to your backup servers.

ARAM:
First of all,
I wanna thank you.

Thank us?
We feel awful for imposing.

No. No, no.
Not at all, you distracted me.

And right now,
that is exactly what I need.

The doctors, too.
Keeps me from
telling them what to do.

Are you telling them
what to do?

Only when I think
what they're doing is wrong.

So, like, all the time.
Except now.

Right now, I'm thinking
about Ravi Desai.

So you've heard of him?
Are you kidding me?

I've been a huge fan

ever since he won
the IEEE Robotics
and Automation Award

as a PhD student at Brown.

I follow him on Instagram,
Twitter...

So does that mean
that you know what
the Rafferty Project is?

Well, the backup files
indicate that it's some
kind of exoskeleton.

A manned robot
designed to help people
go into hazardous areas.

That's an idea that
Ross could sell for a fortune
on the open market.

Well, maybe, but the idea
is all he'd be selling.

Whoever buys these drives
will not be able to build one.

Why not?

Well, the files
are all snippets of ideas,
and partial equations.

I mean, Desai could
build a robot from them,
but no one else could,

not without him to explain
what they mean.

Well, we need to get
to Desai and lock him down
before Ross grabs him.

ARAM: Well, that shouldn't
be hard. He's at a matinee
with his kids.

How do you know that?

Like I said,
I follow him on Instagram.

And he just posted a picture
with them on his way

to a show
at the Kittredge Theater.

I want all three.

The kids, too?

Insurance. In case
Mr. Desai is not in
the mood to cooperate.

TAILOR: I've never
seen him before.

REDDINGTON: Mr. Lungren,
take a closer look.

The suit he's wearing
has your label

stitched into
the lining of the jacket.

Please, Mr. Ross,
he's very powerful.

If I tell you how to find him,
if he knew that I told you,

he would come for me.

Hmm.

No matter how powerful
you think Sutton Ross
might be,

if you don't help me...

Oh, my God, that's it.
You're the guy,

the one with the name.

It's not a palindrome,
or a rhyme,

it's that lovely last name
with the alliteration.

It's...

No, no, don't say it.
Don't say it out loud. It's...

Paddington. Uh...
Raddington.

Raphael. Rayburn.
Rufus! Rufus Reddington.

You're Raymond Reddington?

Yes! Raymond Reddington.
I told you not to say it!

Raymond Reddington.
Wow, what a name.

What a man.
And people think I'm weird.

Please, all I know is
where I send
the invoices for my work.

Well?

Right.

So, what do you
think of this one?

REDDINGTON: Oh, John,
yes, I like that.

But go with
the Snowy River Collection

in the Glen Urquhart plaid.

It worked
for the Duke of Windsor.

And just my opinion,
consider a vest.

You think?
Are vests in again?

Vests have never been out.

Okay.

My invoice, for Sutton.

This is the address
where I send them.

Ah.

Good afternoon, Mr. Jordan.

Who are you?

My name is Raymond Reddington.

I don't have time to explain
all that that implies.

Suffice it to say,
I know you handle
accounts for Sutton Ross.

You're gonna help me find him.

All wrong.
Never get anywhere.

WOMAN: Poor things.

MAN: Oh, that old thumb
never fails.

Smile goes
with this one, like this.

You figured that out
all by yourself?

MAN: That old thumb
never fails.

There's a sniper
in the balcony ready
to execute your children.

If you want them to live,
you need to leave with me
right now.

I'll be right back.

WOMAN: Clever!
MAN: Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

But number two
is a wider movement.

Smile goes with this one,
like this.

RESSLER: All right,
you secure the entrance.

I'll get in touch
with security.

That SUV, three o'clock?
He's one of Ross's men,

I recognize him from
the surveillance feeds.

All right, I'll cover you.

Give me the keys.

Get out of the car.

Keen.

LIZ: Get in the back.

Hey, kids. Your dad
needs you to come with me

New plan,
I need vehicles at the rear.

WOMAN:
Going to give me
a little credit?

ROSS: Cover me.
Someone's on my tail.

Keen, they're
coming your way.

Got a black SUV...

Where's Elizabeth?
She's ahead of you.

Please. My children...

Tell me what I need to know
and your children
will be fine.

What?
You need to leave Ross to me.

LIZ: Is that a threat?
REDDINGTON: Advice.

As soon as
I get the duffel bag,
he's all yours.

You need to pull over.

You're a fugitive, I'm a cop.

You get in my way,

I swear to God
I'll arrest you.

Turn around.
We'll lose Ross.

Dembe, turn around.

Let me look at you. Come here.

Raymond Reddington,
you're under arrest.

It's a deep cut.
You'll need stitches.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Yeah.

You have the right
to remain silent,

anything you say will be used
against you in a court of law.

REDDINGTON:
Keep pressure on it.
I'll call you an ambulance.

I'll get you for this.

You'll try,
but there's a fine line
between fishing

and standing on the shore
looking like an idiot.

You arrested Reddington?

I was too dazed
to actually arrest him.

He let Ross go to make sure
I was okay.

Hit me, hug me. Reddington's
moral code in a nutshell.

Ross got away
and Reddington has his driver.

Well, Reddington
shot a couple of Ross's guys.

I mean, we got a cell phone,
but it's locked.

We need the access code.

Maybe there's another way.

RESSLER: It's a burner.

No e-mails,
call logs or contacts.

Just one text, sent
to an international number.

"Winchester. 1500. AM."

1500 is PM,
so it's not a time.

And if it's a place,
there is a 1500 Winchester
in 20 states.

COOPER: Aram. How is she?

The same.
At least she was when
her doctors kicked me out.

Agent Keen,
are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

And Samar will be, too,

if you stop telling
the doctors what to do.

Look, you're doing everything
that you can.
All you can do is wait now.

I know, which is,
uh, why I'm here.

I meant it,
work is a distraction.

So, please, say
you have some for me.

As a matter of fact, we do.

BRIMLEY: I know you work
for Ross! Hey! Look at me!

DEMBE: The truth
always comes out.

It better, or we're not
gonna find Sutton Ross.

I'm talking about your truth.
It was bound to surface.

Ross wants blood.
He thinks you ruined his life.

I didn't give Sutton Ross
bogus plans
for the Grayscape Seventeen.

But he thinks you did.
And because of that,

he wants the world to know
what's inside the duffel.

This guy's lips are sealed
tighter than a bull's ass
in fly season.

I'm gonna need another
couple of bags
of hickory briquettes

and a squirt gun.

I think I know who hired
Ross to abduct Ravi Desai

and where and when, uh,
Ross will be handing him over.

You know all that
from the text?

And the number. All right,
the message was sent to a cell
with an international number.

011 is the US exit code,
and 381 is the country code
for Serbia.

So?

So, after Ravi Desai
got his PhD,

two robotics companies
wanted to hire him.

One was Veritable,
the other AXG Robotics.

A Serbian company.

And Homeland says
two of their execs
landed in Dulles this morning.

Assuming they're the clients,

how does that get you
the where and when
Ross is giving them Desai?

It doesn't,
but the message does.

AM isn't a time,
it's a place,

a neighborhood in D.C.,
Adams Morgan.

And in Adams Morgan
is the old Winchester
Pharmaceutical Plant.

So, 1500 is the time.
3:00 p.m.

Did the Serbians list
a hotel where they're
staying while in town?

Uh, yes, the Metro Suites
downtown. Why?

This whole mess started
with a bunch of criminals
pretending to be FBI agents.

Maybe we should
return the favor?

It's done.

Did he talk?

Like Whoopi on The View.

Yakety-yak all about
the Rafferty Project.

And the duffel bag?
Never heard of it.

What about Ross?

Meeting a client at the old
Winchester Pharmaceutical
plant at 3:00.

What is the Rafferty Project?

REDDINGTON: I don't know
what it is,
but I know what it means.

Ross is onto the next job,
and the duffel
may already be gone.

Brimley said he knew nothing
about the duffel.

I'll call the twins
in for clean-up.
You alert Morgan.

I want him on site
at the pharmaceutical plant.

We got eyes from about
200 yards southwest.

We're in position.

I want Ross and his hostage.

Ready on your signal.

The drives were useless
without the engineer
who programmed them.

Getting him doubles the price.

Of course, I can only
deliver the actual mind.

Accessing what's inside it
is your job.

REDDINGTON:
Wait. Hold! Hold. Hold.

Please, I'm begging you.
Let my children go.

REDDINGTON: Stand down. Abort.

Don't stop. Just keep walking,
everything's gonna be fine.

When that door opens,
you get in and you stay down.

Get on the ground. FBI!
Hands on your head!

On the ground now.

Kidnapping.
Impersonating an officer.
Theft of trade secrets.

And that's even before
we talk about the plans
for the stealth fighter

that you sold to China.

Now, last time I checked,
we still execute people
for treason.

Ian Garvey
gave you a duffel bag.

I know who you are.
The bag. Where is it?

You're Elizabeth Keen.

You help us, we'll help you.

Oh, you'll help me all right.
And I have demands.

We're listening.
Tell the Serbian
to take a walk.

Forget it.
No cameras.
No audio recordings.

Just you and me.

Why are you doing this?
Because I've looked
in the bag.

Five minutes.
Liz?

I'll be fine.

Five minutes.
Not a second more.

So...

You may want to sit,
Agent Keen.

I want Ross.

I know.
I'm not giving him to you.

It was a clever ruse,
detaining the Serbians,

inserting Ressler
in their place.

I'm on Elizabeth's
side on this.

Yes, clearly.

So allow me to put
a fine point on the cost
of that decision.

The duffel bag is mine.

Its contents are personal,
I want my privacy respected.

You and Agent Keen
are not honoring that,

so I see no reason
to honor our agreement.

What agreement is that?
Mine, with the task force.

It's a simple ultimatum.

I get Ross
or the Blacklist ends.

You really wanna force
my hand this way?

I told you what I want.

And I told you
that you can't have him.

Ultimatum or no ultimatum.

LIZ: Ressler!

RESSLER: All teams,
we have a level-four breach.

East interrogation.
We need emergency
assistance now.

COOPER: Stay here.

What the hell happened?
Ross has Keen hostage.

Door's locked,
and he took out our view.

Hang on. Hang on. I think
I can override the CCTV's
power if it's still active.

Contact HRT, get an emergency
response team in here.

Cooper.

Okay, we are officially
in full lock-down.

It's him,
calling on Keen's cell.

ROSS: Okay,
here's how this works.

Do as I say
or Agent Keen dies.

Don't listen to him!
If you breach
from the observation...

ROSS: Shut up!
I like the young lady's
spirit,

but you should understand
I have no problem making good
on my threats.

Mr. Ross, you're locked
in an FBI blacksite.

You're in no position
to make demands.

And yet I am confident
you will meet them.

I want two CZ 75s

and a police caravan
to escort me and
Agent Keen in 15 minutes.

Escort you where?

That's the fun part,
you have to wait to find out.

You need to breach
that room right now.

HRT is trying to make contact
with Keen's cell as we speak.

"Trying" is
the operative word.

He's not gonna make contact,
he's not interested
in negotiating.

What do you suggest we do?
Cut the power, blow the door,

stun grenades followed
by CS gas and extract.

How can you assure
that he doesn't kill Keen
before we get to him?

He can't.
It's a calculated risk.

RESSLER:
The demands were a ruse.
They're in the plenum cavity.

ARAM: Searching
our security feeds now,

and there's no sign of anyone
in corridors L-2, 3, or 5.

They're still overhead.

Guys, I got something.

Man down. Sidearm
and security badge
are missing.

So Ross is now armed.

RESSLER: Last name's Schay.

All right, Schay, Schay.
Come on.
Okay, Schay, Charlie.

Interim security.
His badge was swiped
two minutes ago at door 32C.

South Wing, first floor.

On my way.

Move! Move!

COOPER: That's far enough.

That badge belongs
to an employee
with interim security.

You need a passcode
to get out.
Then give me one.

You can't do that.

You don't think
I'll shoot her?

Give me the code! Now!

Don't listen to him,
he's bluffing.

She's right, he's bluffing.

Maybe. But if you're wrong,
Keen's dead.

I'm not gonna
open that door.

I have men on their way
to you right now. Stand down.

Three!

I'm not wrong,
he's bluffing.

You don't know that.
Two!

REDDINGTON: Harold,
if you give him that code,

it's unlikely you'll ever see
Agent Keen again.

One!

83724. That's the code.
83724. That's the code.

BOLO's gone out with
their IDs and a description
of the stolen vehicle.

Car's a dead end.
By now he's ditched it
and stolen another one.

Look, I'm sorry.
He was gonna shoot her.

Agent Mojtabi is not
the reason she's in danger.
You are.

You're the only reason
she's ever been in danger.

If you're as interested
in her safety as you profess,

the best thing you can
do is stay away from her.

Agent Keen.
On speaker.

Yeah. Elizabeth.

Your life for hers.

Done.

There's a payphone
at Third and Summit.

Let me speak with her.

Be there in an hour
to receive instructions.
Come alone.

I wanna talk to her.

You're not going alone.

That's exactly what
I'm going to do, Harold.

And what I'm going
to do is make sure

that we blanket that meeting
with surveillance.

We're not letting
you out of our sight.

Now who's putting
her life in danger?

Heads up, people, here we go.

Team Bravo, you have eyes?

Copy that. On your go.

RESSLER: Charlie,
are you in place?

Affirmative.

RESSLER: Aram?
I'm up on the phone.

As soon as I get a hard trace,
I'll call it in.

AGENT: Top-Ten is on the move.

Yeah?

ROSS: Mr. Reddington,
is that a tail
I see watching you?

Hey, Aram,
you getting this?

ARAM: I've got
the pay phone tapped,
not the burner.

I have no way
to access that line.

You knew I couldn't
get here without the Feds
keeping a close watch.

They're rather
protective of Agent Keen.

But if you're half as smart
as you think you are,

I'm sure you have a plan
as to how we can lose them.

Where the hell's he going?

Okay, pulling
CCTV feeds now.

Raymond is letting
them take him.

What do you mean,
"letting"?

For Elizabeth.

Dembe, what are you doing?

ARAM: All right,
I'm pulling up additional
CCTV feeds now.

With a view
on the rear entrance
of the lumber yard.

ARAM: Okay, I've got him.
They're loading him
into a white, late-model van.

Okay, we move on my go.
All units.

ARAM: Okay, target van
is headed south on Central.

RESSLER: Units Bravo
and Charlie, move in.

Take him
from the south approach.

ARAM: Agent Ressler,
hold on a second.

We've got a situation.
I've got another van.

What do you mean,
"another"?

ARAM: Actually, I've got
two more vans,

and two more unsubs
being loaded now
and on the move.

Make that north on Central,
and South on Central.

Okay, move in.
All units, go now.

Aram, you need to
track those vans.

ARAM: Yeah. Already on it.

Okay, Team Bravo,
your van is moving west
on Bryant.

Okay, Charlie,
you can intercept three blocks
north on Gerrard.

Aram, call it in.
Tell MPD we need a perimeter

from Franklin Street NE South
to New York Ave.

ARAM: Okay, Bravo and Charlie
have intercepted two vans.

And you are right
behind the third.

All right, take 'em.

ARAM: Yeah.
The van.

Which one?
We've got all three.

No. The gray liquor van.

The one that left through
the street side.

It's how Raymond was taken.

You're saying
this is all a distraction?

(INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER)

What the hell happened?

Ross had it all gamed out.

Reddington wasn't much help,
he all but
surrendered himself.

Get MPD
the last known location.

Have them set
a three-mile perimeter.

What about all
the dead zones
we can't see?

We have to canvass it
the old-fashioned way,
door to door.

This is my fault.

No.

I should have just let it go.

It doesn't matter.

Mr. Kaplan. Tom.

We all should
have just left it alone.

They didn't because
they thought I deserved
to know, but I don't.

Whatever this is,
it's yours.

I should've respected that.

The only reason we're here
is because I didn't.
And I'm so sorry...

You have nothing
to apologize for.
Not to me. Ever.

My life for hers,
that was the agreement.

Let her go.

Take her in the back.

No, no. No, no!

You don't need
to hurt her anymore.

Whether or not she suffers
is entirely up to you.

Or I should say
how much she suffers.

I should warn you,
my men are somewhat
indelicate,

so the quicker you tell me
what I want to know,

the less damage
they will do to her.

Let's start
with this DNA report.

By my count, the search area
has over 500 businesses,
64 blocks.

Even with MPD assisting,
it's gotta be, uh...

It's gotta be at least
one minute per block.

We are never gonna find them.

Of course we will.

How can you be so sure?

God only gives you burdens
you can carry.

Losing Raymond and Elizabeth,
I couldn't carry that.

I feel the same way
about Samar, too.

Then you have nothing
to worry about.

For 30 years, I've wanted
to be in the same room
as Raymond Reddington,

the bastard who tricked me
into selling the Chinese
a dodo bird

when they were
looking for an eagle.

And here we are.

So, the DNA report.
Tell me what it means.

There, on the left.
That's the van.

Okay. Delaware plate.
"8LV235" Running it now.

We've found it.
424 North Roslyn.

424 North Roslyn.

We're eight blocks away.

Stay put,
we're two minutes out.

If I tell, what guarantee
do I have you'll let her go?

The only guarantee you have
is that if you don't tell me,
she will die.

Of course, perhaps
you don't care about that.

Perhaps her life isn't
worth your revealing
your precious secret for.

After all,
what is she to you really?

Enough.

Tell me the truth.

The truth?
The truth is that I am...

On the ground! FBI!

Raymond, are you okay?

Yeah. There are more
of them in the back.
They have Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

It's over.

SWAT is on the way.
You can't be here.

Raymond.
I've got her. Go.

Now, I've advised you
of your rights.
Do you understand them?

Yes, I do.

You can play
all the magic tricks you like,
I know the truth.

* You're on your own

* In a world you've grown

Oh, my God. I, uh...
I have to go.
I have to go.

* So be the girl you loved

* Suddenly I'm hit

* It's the starkness
of the dawn

* And your friends are gone

* And your friends won't come

* So show me where you fit

* So show me where you fit

* I'll wait

* So show me
while you're strong

* Ignore everybody else *

I didn't know if...

And when you didn't wake up,
I thought, um...

I don't know
what I thought.

Yes.

What?

I said yes.

Yes what?

Yes, I will marry you.

LIZ: The whole thing ended
just like it always does.

With the bad guy
dead on the floor,

with the Bureau
confused and upset,

but satisfied another
scumbag's wiped
from the Earth,

with Reddington gone,

his precious duffel bag
still a secret like he wanted
all along.

Except it's not a secret,
not to me.

Because this time
I have a secret, too.

I learned that from you,

how to prey on the emotions
of those that love you most.

TOM: And it worked?

Like a charm.

How'd you do it?

I told a few lies.

God, I miss you.

Well, go on,

I'm dying to hear
how you pulled this off.

I was with Ross.
He told me.

And that's the truth.
And I can prove it.

But it can't be.

But it is. I have the bag,
the bones and the DNA report.

Get me out of here,
and I can show it to you.

Okay. Here's what
I need you to do.

* Blow my mind off the shelf

LIZ: Ressler!

RESSLER: All teams,
we have a level-four breach.

East interrogation.
We need emergency
assistance now.

After that, I made
a few demands to buy us
enough time to get out.

Aram will have
those feeds up any minute.

I need you to listen to me.
You have to make a demand.

A few theatrics...

Don't listen to him!
If you breach
from the observation...

ROSS: Shut up!

The demands were a ruse.
They're in the plenum cavity.

So, once you were out,
Ross took you to the bones?

Not just Ross.

He had help?

Garvey didn't
reach out to me because
I hate Reddington,

he did it because
he wanted me
to help get the truth

to the person
he cares about most.

You.

Of course it's you.

Garvey gave me
the bag in Costa Rica,

so I could get it
to your sister.

Did he tell you?

Yes. He said there's proof.

Yeah, the DNA test.
It was in the bag, I saw it.

LIZ: Yes.
LILLIAN: You and I can
get to the truth.

But if this is gonna work,
we need to gain
Reddington's trust.

I can help with that.

Your life for hers.
REDDINGTON: Done.

There's a payphone
at Third and Summit.

Be there in an hour
to receive instructions.
Come alone.

I wanna talk to her.

Again.
That's enough.

If you're gonna tell him
you hurt me,
he's gotta believe you.

Again.

You knew Reddington
would come for you,
do anything for you.

Let her go.

Take her in the back.

No, no. No, no!

Perhaps her life isn't
worth your revealing
your precious secret for.

He's not talking.

He will.
You have to keep pushing.

Tell him you're gonna kill me.

And while it didn't work
like I planned,

it worked even better.

I got to the truth

that you and so many people
have died trying to expose.

DIANE:
I know the truth, Red.

About that night.

Before I go,
I have to tell her.

I can't let you do that.

She deserves the truth.

He's not who you think he is.

I have it, Raymond.
I went there and I dug it up.

And I'm gonna give it to her.

TOM:
I figured it out.
The whole thing.

Why Nik was killed,
all of it.

LIZ: No!

And Reddington nearly
found out about Jennifer.

And I think
he would have killed her, too.

Go. Now, go!

LIZ: But instead,
he got to do
what he always does,

try and save me.

Elizabeth. It's over.

And bury his secret.

She may not know your secret,
but she knows you've got one.

She's never gonna let it go.

TOM: So now you know,

why he was willing
to let so many people die...

Let you die.
To hide the truth.

I know now that those
bones in that bag

are Raymond Reddington's.

The real Raymond Reddington.

My father.

I know that this man
is an impostor.

Why he came into my life,
why he took your life,

why he's spent the last
30 years pretending to be
Raymond Reddington,

I'm gonna figure
all that out...

And then I'm going
to destroy him.

Be careful, Liz.

This man, whoever he is,

he's dangerous.

I know he is.

But I'm not alone.

I have help.

LILLIAN: You ready?

Oh, yeah.

I'm ready.

* 'Cause I'm feeling
lost and afraid

* You better not
be too far gone

* Oh, have I been so wrong

* Missed the song

* Still I don't know
where I belong

* No, I don't know

* Because no one
really knows me, at all *