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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 *