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♪ Tremble, tremble
At the taste of ♪

♪ Tremble, tremble
At the taste of ♪

♪ Tremble, tremble At
the taste of innocence ♪♪

Ready? Oh, yeah.

She's beautiful.

She was.

Can you make it radioactive?

What do you think that was?

Joke. Yes.

Cesium-137, just like you
want. How long before it's ready?

Forty-eight hours.
I need it in 36.

You telling me that
you've known about this?

Yes, I found it. When?

When I was cleaning up your
blood. That was weeks ago.

What else are you not telling
me? What am I not telling you?

What is this and
why is it in our house?

I mean, there's
a gun in here, Liz,

and there's passports with
my face on it and these names.

Who is Anton Pierre Louis?

You expect me to believe that
you've never seen any of this before?

How much money is
this? This is a fortune.

Are you serious about all this?

Is this you? Are you
interrogating me now?

It's a picture of you at the
Angel Station Hotel in Boston.

Yeah. So what? There
was a murder there

that matches this gun.
Victor Fokin, a Russian agent,

who was in the process of
defecting when he was killed

before he could say anything.

Like, you think that I murdered
a KGB defector, like I'm Bond?

I'm Tom Bond and I just,
between social studies and recess,

I go around
assassinating people.

I had my job interview
there, Liz, at the coffee shop.

That's enough. Some of the
dates on these passports...

I can't believe that
you're accusing me of this.

Your job is the reason that a man
came in here and cut me in half!

Now, March 12, 2011.

Your bachelor
party. In Las Vegas.

I've never seen pictures. You
never will! I was gone for 36 hours.

You can get to Paris and back
in 19. I'm not gonna sit here and...

Your job. Anything
that is evil or bad,

it comes from what
you do, not what I do.

It's not my picture on
these passports. Okay.

If you think I am guilty, then why
don't you do something about it?

Why don't you call the FBI?

Fine. Do it. Go ahead. Do it.

You think I'm kidding?
Do you think I'm kidding?

Liz, it's, it's me.

I don't know what's going on, but I
know that this is a huge misunderstanding.

Make... Make the call.

They'll separate us.

They'll dig through your life, my
life, with a fine-tooth comb. They'll...

Our entire lives will be up
for grabs. I got nothing to hide.

Let them.

Identification, please.

Agent Keen,
1212-654, White Bear.

I need clearance for an
incoming client. Client?

Thomas Vincent Keen.

My husband.

Was that necessary?

I thought we were
going to the FBI.

I don't work at the FBI.

What do you mean, "Black Site"?

I don't understand.
Where are we?

This is where I work, Tom.

Mr. Keen, I need
you to come with me.

Wait.

Make it quick.

You're gonna be okay.

Just tell them what happened.

Tell the truth. Okay.

Where are they taking him?

If I were you, I'd
worry about myself.

I'm looking at it right now.

It's beautiful. What?
Oh, the blues?

Well, the blues look... Blue.

Green and gray, the
gaping maw of the ocean.

It's mesmerizing. I don't
know why the hell I'm doing this.

This painting should
be hanging in Boston.

Ha, ha, ha, no, I know.

My man in the port of Dubai
says payment was sent last week.

The painting will be in hand
well before the wedding.

Yes. Hakim, remember
me to your wives. All of them.

What is it? It's about Agent
Keen and her husband.

When this all started, when Reddington
turned himself in and asked for you,

I was skeptical,
suspicious. But I'll be honest.

You've done good work.

And I've come to believe
that you were just as surprised

as the rest of us when he
picked you. But now this.

I need you to help me
understand what's going on here.

The gun, the money and
passports were in my house.

A hatch in the floor.

The gun was used in
an unsolved homicide.

Yes. You pulled
a ballistics report.

Tom is my husband.

I brought him here, to you,
for help, to find answers.

I want to know who killed that FSB
agent as much... More than you do.

If we can solve that murder...
You're not gonna do anything.

Until this matter is resolved,
I'm putting you on leave.

What? No. Tom is here.

Agent Keen, go home.

Oh, thank you very
much. Meera Malik.

Tom Keen. But, uh, you
probably already know that.

Look, I came here
voluntarily, so...

Where should we start?

I just want to know the truth.

Tell me about the murder.

People think it matters

who occupies that house.

It doesn't. Multinational corporations
and criminals run the world.

I thought we were
here to talk about Tom.

You've obviously heard
of corporate espionage.

Companies trying to
beat other companies

to be the first
hand on the dollar.

But what if it were
taken a few steps further?

In 1982, seven people
in Chicago were killed

by an over-the-counter drug
laced with potassium cyanide.

The company's market
share went from 35 to 8.

It was never determined
how the drug was poisoned,

but I will tell you,

someone was hired to do that.

Remember those tire
recalls? Chernobyl?

Deliberate and malevolent
actions taken by corporations

to protect their vital interests.
Nothing happens by chance.

That's why I'm here, Lizzy.

Because there's a woman.

Gina Zanetakos. I
don't know who that is.

Gina Zanetakos is
a corporate terrorist.

And frankly, she's
the best of the bunch.

Lizzy, if you want to find
the truth about your husband,

then you need to find Gina.
Why? Does she know Tom?

Because she's Tom's lover.

I fail to see how suspicions about
her husband affect our arrangement.

Agent Keen is on leave.

Well, then, lives will be lost.

What if I were to
deliver to you a terrorist,

not your run-of-the-mill ideologue
answering to bearded men in caves,

but someone entirely different?

Less predictable and
far more dangerous.

I'd say delivering
criminals to me is your job.

My job is my business, Harold.

Delivering criminals to
you is a hobby, a diversion,

one that may become tiresome,

in which case we
could always reminisce

about that unfortunate
incident in Kuwait.

Are you threatening
me, Red? I am.

Hardly the time to let
morals stand in the way

of your upward
mobility, Agent Cooper.

I had a job interview.
I am a teacher.

Fourth grade. I got a call from
the Rothwell School in Cambridge.

Who called you? Uh, Walter
Burris. He's the headmaster.

He said he saw my application
and he was impressed,

and would I mind
coming in for a meeting.

Lizzy and I made a weekend of it.
We got a room at the Tellamy Cove Inn.

We got in Friday night, had
dinner at the restaurant next door.

You can verify because
I used my credit card.

Then the next day, I met with
Burris at the Angel Station Hotel.

Not the school? No, he
called me that morning.

He was already downtown
on some other business

and would I mind
meeting him at the hotel.

It's bad luck, right? Excuse me?

Your meeting gets changed to the
exact location a man is assassinated.

What would you call it?

Yesterday, I would have
called it a coincidence.

Look, I don't belong here.
Just call Walter Burris, okay?

He'll verify everything
I'm telling you.

Where are we on the
contents of the box?

Still working on those
passports and tracing the money,

but ballistics did confirm that it
was the gun used to kill Victor Fokin.

The good news: We
actually did find a partial

on one of the casings
in the magazine.

But it's not Tom Keen's and there
were no hits on it through AFIS.

Give me updates as
soon as you have them.

Meanwhile, there's been a development.
Reddington's brought us a case.

It's about time he realizes
that he has to talk directly to us.

He won't.

Sir, I think it's entirely inappropriate
that Keen is on the case,

when her husband's
being investigated.

There's been a change of plans.

According to Reddington, her
real name is Gina Zanetakos.

A year ago, she reached
out to him as Shubie Hartwell.

She wanted Red to broker a deal to
assassinate a supreme-court judge

who was the swing vote in a case
that could've cost her clients billions.

Custom documents indicate

Shubie Hartwell entered
the country yesterday.

We've got a credit card in her name
that was last used under an hour ago.

Purchased two cocktails
at the bar in the Key Hotel.

Call the hotel manager. Have
him start pulling security tape.

See who she was having
drinks with. Agent Keen?

Um...

I feel like... I've
seen her before.

♪ That's the song that I
knew When I was young ♪

♪ About the tall
trees In Georgia ♪

♪ If you love all men ♪

Show me. Come on. I
already told you I have it.

I have to pick up my
son from piano in an hour.

I'll show you mine if
you show me yours.

Got confirmation yesterday.
On its way. It's official.

It's official.

♪ What it'd be like In
the willows with you ♪

♪ We'd be free Like we used to ♪

♪ What does that even mean ♪

♪ It means we'd want nothing ♪

♪ But to be a good
choice To choose ♪♪

Ouch!

What the...? Too much?

Be careful. No, be careful.

If Melinda sees any more
marks on my neck, she's gonna...

Gonna what?

Mr. Burris, thank you
again for meeting with me.

Tell me, is this the man you interviewed
for a position here at Rothwell?

Did the two of you meet in the
coffee shop of the Angel Station Hotel?

Meera, it's Liz. Give me a call as
soon as you speak with the headmaster.

I'd like to know how
things are going.

She's not calling you
back. This is the door?

I'll take the key.
Step back, please.

She shouldn't have told
you what she told you.

Why is that?

Because you could be an
accessory for all we know.

FBI.

Check him.

Clear. I'm headed
down to Security.

Call an ambulance.

Girls, come on. Hold on, hold
on. Come on. Everybody in.

Wait up. MAN:
Christina, come on.

- Move your can, please.
- Mobilize D.C. Metro.

Have teams lock down the
hotel in a two-block radius.

No, no, no.

I'm headed down to the
security desk to pull footage.

It's gonna be Room 1232.

Make sure that
ambulance shows up now.

Let's go. Let's go.

Gina? Hardly.

Ressler? Why do you have her phone?
Did you find her? Did you stop her?

Not exactly.

We're working on a current
address for Zanetakos.

Her phone provided a
treasure trove of messages.

She was in contact with a multinational
company called the Hanar Group.

But more worrisome is a message that
came in today around three hours ago.

A call that originated
from Berlin.

Change of plans.
Had to use cobalt-60.

Still good to go. Best
guess: 4 p.m. central.

Cobalt-60? They're talking
about a dirty bomb here.

But what's the target?

We believe Zanetakos is
planning to detonate a dirty bomb

somewhere in the central
time zone of the United States.

Why would she want to do that,
Lizzy? Somebody hired this woman.

She killed a man
today, Nadeem Idris.

He was an attaché at
the Turkish embassy.

Looks like they were having an affair.
We suspect it was a means to an end.

Have you found the
connection to your husband?

We have looked through all
of Zanetakos' phone messages,

all her records.

There wasn't a single
message from Tom.

Perhaps they exchanged letters.
There's nothing between them.

My husband is innocent.

Did you talk to Burris?
Please take a seat.

Heh, okay.

He backed me up, though, right?

Okay, who is this?
You don't know?

No.

That's Walter Burris, the
headmaster at the Rothwell School.

Wh... What is this,
some kind of trick?

Did this guy say he
met with me? I didn't.

If he says that he met with me,
then he's lying. He is lying to you.

I've never seen this
guy before in my life.

He's being set up.

Look, I... I met with a man
who claimed to be Walter Burris.

For 45 minutes,
he interviewed me.

Is Lizzy back there? MEERA:
I need you to stay seated.

I didn't do anything.
You have to believe me.

All I did was walk out of a hotel
and someone took a picture, okay?

Someone is doing this to me.

The picture.

I don't know what you think
I did or who you think I...

FBI!

Clear.

Ressler.

Victor Fokin, the FSB agent.

She was watching him. So
she could kill him, not Tom.

She's an assassin.

Guys, you might
wanna check this out.

Found this by her bed.

Give us a minute.

This is evidence.

Listen, Keen, whatever
you think this may mean,

I admire what you're doing,
standing up for your husband,

but I think we both know it's
time for you to protect yourself.

I didn't know where else to go.

We found a picture
of Tom in her house.

He said he doesn't know
her, but clearly he does.

So much is happening and I just
don't know how to process it all.

A part of me thinks that you're
manipulating this whole thing

and you're trying
to ruin my life.

But that's just a part of...

But if I'm wrong about Tom...

If he isn't who...

I don't think I can handle
any of it without him.

I feel like I'm drowning.

Like I don't know what's
real or who I can trust.

You can trust me.

I needed you to
be wrong about him.

Your husband may have been
connected to our primary suspect.

If I let you into the field and you discover
some incriminating information on him,

I have no reason to
believe you won't suppress it.

But circumstances require
your continued involvement.

We found something
on Zanetakos' hard drive.

Money she wired to a
dummy corp in Berlin.

Interpol says the funds are linked
to a man named Maxwell Ruddiger,

a bomb expert
operating out of Europe.

And you need me because
you need Red to find this guy.

Ruddiger's our best connection, not
only to Zanetakos, but your husband.

Find him.

No, Hakim, that
is not the problem.

Listen to me. Shipping
is my business.

Once I receive payment, the
merchandise ships. That's the deal.

According to my man in
Houston, the payment's not there.

It's been diverted to New Orleans,
which is entirely unacceptable.

Well, I don't care if the
wedding is Saturday.

All I care about is my payment.

Hakim, this
conversation is over.

Hello, Lizzy.

What can I do for you?

Maxwell Ruddiger.
Tremendous bomb maker.

Haphazard as hell, terrible
drinker, but he gets the job done.

Zanetakos made a wire
payment to him a few weeks ago.

So he's the link.

Ruddiger can get you to
Zanetakos and she'll get you to Tom.

Can you help me find him?

I hear you're using
cobalt-60 in the device

and you know as well as I there's only
one reputable supplier on the market,

and that's our friend
Yuri. Now, I like Yuri.

I floated in the Dead Sea with
Yuri, climbed Masada with his wife.

But if your device goes
off, they'll be looking to him.

And if they look to
him, they'll look to me.

Because Yuri talks
faster than a cheerleader

after a nooner under
the grandstands.

Probably not a
metaphor you understand.

But you do
understand my position.

So I need your help, Max.

I need to know about this
device you've made for Gina.

Red, I'm sorry. I can't.

Just like I wouldn't do the
betray to you, I can't do that to her.

That's unfortunate. I'm in
the middle of negotiating

something very interesting,
something unique in Syria.

I'll be playing all sides.

Ah, I thought there might
be a place for you at the table.

Another day.

I know that you're in there.

I know you're in there.

I know you're watching
and I didn't do anything.

Lizzy.

Honey, please. I
didn't do anything.

It's a sedan. The
car is the bomb.

Contamination radius
of over five miles.

When will it detonate?

Nineteen hours.

Don't know where.

Then we'll have to ask Gina.

Call her.

I just need to
know where she is.

This will never
come back on you.

I know you wanna get
your hands around her neck.

Don't kill her. Kill her?
I wanna talk to her.

Let's go. Huddle up. All right,
let's make this quick and clean.

Once you get a visual
I.D. on Zanetakos, call it.

We'll move in. We'll
take her. No shots fired.

Let's not make the
6:00 news, all right?

- She's moving north.
- Copy that.

All units converge on my go.

I've got her. East
Green, moving.

She's making a break for it.

Keen, talk to me. No.

Call medevac.

We need someone in here now.

Don't die.

What the hell did
you do? Excuse me?

Calm down. Don't
tell me to calm down.

Agent Keen. That
woman was the link.

She was the only proof
that my husband is innocent.

And now she's what? Dying?

Lying unconscious in some
hospital? She's in surgery.

Have we forgotten
that there's a bomb?

I haven't forgotten anything.
I've been here for seven years.

You've been here for seven
weeks. We have less than four hours.

You think we don't know that?

Is Zanetakos gonna come
out of surgery by then?

Because that was the only lead
we had. I told you to calm down.

- The bomb. What do you know?
- We know what you know.

It's built into a car,
German-made. It's dirty.

Do you know why
Zanetakos killed Nadeem Idris,

or how the Hanar Group is
connected, who their enemies are?

The investors. What
do you mean, investors?

The company stock
is at an all-time low.

They're in trouble, dragged
down by a 48 percent drop

in the market share
of their largest division.

What division? Shipping.

They operate a
port in New Orleans.

New Orleans. What
do you know about it?

Heh, heh, quite a lot.

- What do you have in mind?
- You were on the phone.

Someone was getting married.

Something about New
Orleans and the ports.

Yes. LIZ: You told the man

your payment was diverted. Why?

It happens every once in a
while, but this was unprecedented.

An associate of mine in New
Orleans was advising illicit traffic

in the Gulf to be
rerouted to New Orleans.

The Hanar Group hired Zanetakos.

They're a majority owner
of a port in New Orleans.

Where was your payment
diverted from? Houston.

That's the target.

New Orleans and Houston are
the two biggest ports in the Gulf.

If Houston were to close...
Because of radioactive contamination.

All traffic would have to
be diverted to New Orleans.

Hanar's profits would soar.
They'd be the only game in the Gulf.

That's my girl.

The port of Houston.

You need to halt all cargo traffic
headed there. That's the destination.

The Hanar Group hired
Zanetakos to bomb the port.

It could be anywhere.

Your girlfriend's been shot.
What are you talking about?

Her, Gina Zanetakos. TOM: Who?

The one who
helped you kill Fokin.

I didn't kill anyone. What
do you know about the bomb?

What do you know about the ship? I
don't know what you're talking about.

How about a manifest, a
crate number? Help me, Tom.

Why don't you help
me? I didn't do anything.

I don't know who this woman is.

I don't know anything
about a bomb or a boat.

I don't know why there was a gun
in my house or money or passports.

All I know about is this.
You think I faked this?

You think I invited a psychopath
into my house to gut me? This is real.

In less than an hour, a bomb is
gonna go off and people are gonna die.

We've been through five
sections and found nothing.

This port is 25 miles long.
It'll take us weeks to inspect it.

We've got less than an hour.
We're missing something.

The Hanar Group.
They hire Zanetakos.

She contracted
Ruddiger to build a bomb.

But something's missing.

Nadeem Idris.

What ships have been in or out of
here in the last week from Turkey?

None.

Why would Zanetakos need
a low-level Turkish diplomat

to get a car bomb
into the country?

Because it's illegal to
search diplomatic cargo.

With his help, Zanetakos was able
to get the car in without inspection.

It's on one of these ships.

Check the manifests
for all incoming ships

for any items signed
by Nadeem Idris.

Security, check all
the shipping logs.

It's re-fabricated. I've
never seen anything like it.

The bomb's not just
inside the car. It is the car.

Well, we've got minutes here.
What we've got is a big-ass problem.

There's over 2000 people
who work in this harbor.

- It will take hours to evacuate.
- We've only got ten minutes.

Can I explain something?
This thing is radiological.

When it detonates,
it will go airborne

and everything within a five-mile
radius will be contaminated.

My suggestion is you take the
last 10 minutes and get out of here.

What if we put it in the water?

The radiation can be
contained underwater.

How do we get this off
the ship? We crane it off.

This isn't gonna
work. It'll work.

It's not gonna work. We
got less than a minute.

We're running out of time.

Move. Come on. Get out.

Because there was
no airborne exposure,

the NRC is saying that contamination
was contained, which is the only reason

why the U.S. attorney is
considering a plea agreement

in exchange for
your cooperation.

Your full cooperation.
Is that clear? Yes.

Your prints are on a
nine-millimeter used to assassinate

Victor Fokin in Boston
last June. Did you kill him?

Yes. Why?

Someone didn't want him to talk.

Go on.

He was a Russian
agent defecting to the U.S.

Somebody didn't want
him spilling secrets.

What secrets?

Fokin had information about
the route Chechen guerrillas

were using to move their supplies to
their soldiers on the Russian border.

The guy who hired me was making
millions providing those supplies.

His name is Raymond Reddington.

Do you know Tom Keen?

We found this picture
of him in your apartment.

Never seen him before.

Tom?

That's him, who I met with.

That's the guy who
interviewed me for the job.

Please, do come in.
You and I, we're done.

I heard about Tom. Yeah.
Zanetakos confessed.

Or took the fall. The
passports? Forged.

The money in the box? Traced
to an offshore account of yours.

I can only lead you to the
truth. I can't make you believe it.

The truth is that you're
a sick, twisted man.

This, your obsession with me...

You put Tom's picture
in Zanetakos' apartment.

No. You hired her
to kill Victor Fokin.

You set my husband up by having
your errand boy lure him to Boston.

Is that what Tom said?

I don't understand why
you would do this, any of it.

Go to hell.

Oh, the one night
you're on time.

I was really looking
forward to the make-up sex.

Do you believe he's innocent?

It can't be that simple, right?

The only thing
that's clear to me

is that he doesn't
work for Reddington.

Well, then, who the
hell does he work for?