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That's it. That's it!

Oh! Oh!

Easy, Rutherford.
Just breathe through it.

Oh, I haven't screamed like that

since they let my
Betty out back in '04.

You some kind of witch
or something, Banks?

No, but I've been
called much worse.

Oh.

What you really need is an
updated pain management regimen.

When's the next time
you'll see your oncologist?

Couple of months?

You know how hard it is to
get out here and see a doctor.

I'll give you three fried wraps
if you do me again tomorrow.

Patient charts are off-limits
to other inmates, Banks.

- I'm a doctor.
- Not anymore.

And I won't warn you again.

You wouldn't have to

if these women had
decent access to care.

If the prison
invested in just three

mobile telehealth portals,

these women could
meet with doctors

when their conditions
are still manageable.

The technology allows for
X-rays, family history,

all with the push of a button,

and without any of
my former colleagues

having to step foot in
the scary, scary prison.

I've read your
proposals, inmate.

Report to the loading
bay in B wing.

I have more to do here.

Well, that's too bad,
'cause it's your lucky day.

Some nonprofit came through with
the funding for the machines.

Seeing as you were so
enthusiastic about the project,

I assigned you to run them.

They're being delivered now.

I think the words you're
looking for are "thank you."

Who's going to be
operating these?

She will.

How long is this going to take?

We'll just get these switched
on, then we'll start training.

These are going to help
a lot of women, Warden.

Don't make me
regret this, Banks.

All right, good to go.

Aah!

No, please!

Dr. Perillos?

My employer would like a word.

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No, no, no. Antonio, I'm
sorry, it's either a rush job

or it's gonna take
another six weeks.

It can't be both.

And I swear, if it's
bumblebee yellow

instead of sunspot as agreed,
then you and the entire local

are going to be on your
own the next negotiation.

My best to Ludamilla.

Hey, welcome back.
You feeling better?

Much better.

Though I don't imagine I will
be having soft-shell crab

again anytime soon.

Most people blame the seafood,
but, uh, 9 times out of 10,

it's the unwashed
greens that get you.

What? It's true.

- Where's Malik?
- I dunno.

She's been closing
out the office,

going over old case files.

Maybe the late nights got her.

Speaking of old case files,

I just got off the phone
with the Bureau of Prisons.

Inmate Kayla Banks
escaped FCI Hazelton

- late yesterday afternoon.
- Kayla Banks, as in...

Dr. Laken Perillos.

Two men disguised
as delivery workers

smuggled a weapon
into the facility.

Two correctional officers
and the warden were killed.

Maybe you'll feel this.

Aah!

- Surveillance?
- Not yet.

BoP said the cameras went down
shortly before the escape.

Malik is headed to the prison to
review the physical evidence now.

She was still here when
I got in this morning.

The timing isn't a coincidence.

First the freelancer,
and now Perillos?

You think Wujing is
behind the escape?

I think he's targeting
former Blacklisters,

building an army to
go after Reddington.

I know that's what I would do.

If you're right, and
Wujing did break out

the most dangerous torturer
on the Blacklist...

He's planning on
using her services.

The only question is, who's
he planning to use them on?

I'll coordinate with the
Bureau of Prisons and local PD.

You two find out everything you can
about the medical supply company

and the vehicle
used in the escape.

Yes, sir.

- Hello?
- Dembe?

You're not supposed to
be calling me, Soren.

I know, I know, and I'm sorry,
but this is an emergency, Dembe.

I don't work for
Raymond anymore.

Whatever this is, you need
to take it up with him.

I can't, Dembe. I...

I lost the manifests for
the shipments out of Corfu.

I have 22 containers
that have to move today

and no idea where to send them.

Reach out to Fabrizio.

He should be able to get
you a replacement manifest.

If I do that, he'll
tell Reddington!

- And?
- And... And...

I've had a few slipups lately.

If Reddington hears about
this, who knows what he'll do.

You have to help me, Dembe.

I don't know what I can
do. It's been years since

I've been involved in
Raymond's operations.

You have forgotten
more about Reddington's

shipping business
than I ever knew.

Just come to the port and
look at the manifests.

Please, if anyone can figure where
this junk is supposed to go, it's you.

Look, I didn't want
to bring it up,

but you remember that
night outside Bratislava?

- The power plant?
- If I hadn't come back for you,

you never would have
walked out of the building,

and I would've never caught
a kilo of shrapnel in my leg.

Soren, I...

Dembe, please.
I'm begging you.

Come to the port.

You'll never hear from me again.

I'll see what I can do.

You must be Wujing.

Dr. Perillos.

So, is Wujing a first name,

or are we dealing
with a Cher, Prince,

Beyonce situation?

Please.

Join me.

I appreciate what you
did to get me out,

and the costume change.

I spent 10 years in
a cage, Dr. Perillos.

After I escaped, the
first thing I wanted

was a private shower
and a new suit.

You do know how to make
a girl feel special.

Though you should know,

I'm not unaccustomed to
receiving favors from strangers.

Ah.

But you and I are not strangers.

Hmm.

Before I was incarcerated,

I studied you and
your techniques.

I was an admirer.

Oh, goody. A fan.

Now, are you going to tell me
why you brought me here or not?

Before my escape from prison,

I was briefly held with a
man named Marvin Gerard,

Raymond Reddington's lawyer.

According to Gerard,

Raymond Reddington has
spent the past decade

working in partnership
with the FBI.

Now, before his death,
Mr. Gerard provided me

with a list of
individuals imprisoned

as a result of Reddington's
unholy union with the Bureau.

I was the first.

Would you like to
know your number?

Consumer electronics should go to
Makar Wharf in the Philippines,

which leaves MK Rialto?

Oh, that is fertilizer.

No, no, no, the
drone components.

Are you sure?

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

All this time,
I assumed Reddington

left me to die, but he didn't.

He... He fed me to the FBI.

And now I'm offering you the
opportunity to take your revenge.

Reddington's former
body guard, Dembe Zuma.

Or Agent Dembe Zuma,
as he's now known.

Dembe Zuma joined the FBI?

You know him?

Apparently not as
well as I thought.

I believe Zuma to be a
member of the special task force

responsible for the FBI's
work with Reddington.

And you want me to
help you prove it.

- That's it. We're finished.
- Already?

There's one more thing.

Wait. We should have a toast.

Soren, I don't drink.

You know I don't.

I need you to get Dembe Zuma
to tell me everything he knows

about Reddington's
relationship with the FBI,

including the location
of his task force.

Soren, what's going on?

Mr. Zuma is one
of two men alive

to have withstood my charms.

Then I imagine you'll be eager to
take a second bite at the apple.

Soren?

He made me do it, Dembe.

I had no choice.

What did he make you do?

He has Mathilde.

He has my girl!

Do you have Dembe in custody?

I will. Any moment.

Soren, what did you do?

Let's go.

Where is he?

Please. I did what you asked.

- Go find him.
- No, please.

My daughter, please.

She'll be fine.

Oh, thank you.

Oh! Oh! Aah!

Hi.

Michael, I told you not to
throw that baseball in the house.

My name is Dembe Zuma.

I'm a federal
agent with the FBI.

I need you both to listen
to me very carefully.

Do you have any
weapons in the house?

Anything to defend yourself?

You mean like a gun? No.

What happened to your
leg? Did you get shot?

- Yes.
- Oh, my God.

I want you to go in there and stay
quiet until the police arrive.

Do you understand?

Michael.

It's lucky.

Then you keep it.

9-1-1, what is your address?

9-1-1, what is your address?

Hello? Hello?

Is anyone there?

I need your address.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Can anyone hear me?

Hands
up. Don't move!

I said, don't
move. Put those on.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Please don't hurt him.

Put down the weapon.

No.

If you want me
alive, let them go.

Tie them up in the bathroom.

We have what we came for.

Take him.

Welcome back, Agent Zuma.

How lovely to see you again.

I've spent quite a
bit of time and effort

trying to learn
about you, Dembe,

but I've found very little.

What do you want?

I want a lot of things,
Agent Zuma, but for now,

I'd most like to know
how you went from being

Raymond Reddington's right
hand to an agent in the FBI.

On a secret task force, no less.

I imagine that took some doing.

Imagine all you want. I
won't tell you anything.

Either of you.

So you've heard the news
about your old friend.

Good.

I'll let the two of
you get reacquainted.

Hello, Dembe.

So good to see you.

Anything from Malik
at the prison?

An exterior camera caught an
angle of one of the attackers.

Zhang Wei.

So Wujing was behind
Perillos' escape.

Yeah, but get this.

We rang Zhang Wei's photo against
available CCTV cameras in the area.

We got a shot of him
from a few days ago.

Look who we found him with.

That's Robert Vesco.

You think Vesco is
working with Wujing

after Reddington broke him
out and made him a fortune?

Wouldn't be the first time that
Vesco turned on Reddington.

I can see Vesco stealing
from Reddington,

but siding with a
man like Wujing?

Even considering everything those two
have done to each other over the years,

it seemed to me that,
other than Dembe,

Vesco was about the
closest thing Reddington

had to a friend.

Put out an APB on the
car from the photo.

Maybe if we're lucky, it'll lead
us to Perillos or Wujing himself.

It's been over an hour.

By now, the toxin has suffused
every nerve ending in your body.

Fortunately, I have a
clever little medication

to keep you from going
into cardiac arrest.

I suppose fortune is a matter
of perspective, isn't it?

How did it work?

Gerard said there was a
deal, an immunity agreement.

I wonder...

did Reddington make sure
to extend it to you?

Or was he just looking
out for himself?

So many questions to answer...

and we will.

Sooner or later, you'll
tell me everything

Wujing wants to know about
Reddington, his task force,

its location.

But I have to be honest, I
don't care much for the details.

It's you that interests me.

Me?

You know, I'd never
failed to break a man

until you and Reddington.

I have had quite some time to
consider what made you so...

impenetrable.

Your sense of loyalty,

your faith, your pride.

You don't know me.

Not nearly as well
as I'd like to, no.

Wujing thinks you joined the
FBI at Reddington's request.

Do you want to
know what I think?

I think you left him because
you were looking for something.

Redemption?

Absolution, maybe?

That's it, isn't it?

Ah.

You walked away from Reddington
to step into the light.

My, my, my.

Maybe our little chat actually
had a real impact on you.

It was a career choice.

You had nothing to do with it.

Oh, I'm not looking for credit.

I just want to understand.

You knew you had to get
away from Reddington,

but you couldn't bare
to leave him entirely,

so you did the
next best thing...

You joined the team
supporting him.

It's sweet,

in an utterly
pathetic kind of way.

Or maybe it just felt natural,

leaving a corrupt,
violent, White man

for a corrupt, violent,
White institution.

I know the FBI's
history, thank you.

Come on, Dembe.

Don't you want to tell me all
about the wonderful people

on Reddington's
secret task force?

I'm not going to
tell you anything.

You love him, don't you?

Reddington.

Despite all the pain he's
caused you, you love him.

But here's the thing
about love, Dembe...

It blinds us to the truth.

Raymond Reddington
can never be redeemed,

and the longer you support him,

the more you will allow him
to inflict pain on the world.

Tell me I'm wrong.

It's time, Dembe.

Time to end the lies, the
deception, and the pain.

It's time to free yourself.

To free yourself from
Reddington, from the FBI,

from everybody.

All you have to do is tell
me what I need to know.

The task force...

where is it?

Thank you for coming, Robert.

Please, have a seat.

So you like cats, huh?

I like puzzles.

I picked up the habit
during my incarceration.

It helps clear the mind.

Eh, good for you.

I'm still making wine
in my toilet, myself.

How many others on
the Reddington team?

So the breakout went
according to plan?

Yes, it did.
Thanks to you.

If you hadn't gotten to
that young man in prison IT,

we never would
have had a chance.

You know, flattery will
get you everywhere with me.

Casualties?

A few.

I'm told it couldn't be helped.

There's no
point fighting, Dembe.

Just tell me what
I want to know,

and I'll let you rest.

I've worked with many spies
all my life, Mr. Vesco,

but I've never met someone
more capable of building

and manipulating trust than you.

I'm a con man. It's what I do.

It's a gift.

One that I'll need again
if we're to succeed

in bringing down Reddington.

What do you have in mind?

This could all end, Dembe.

Just tell me, where can
we find the task force?

Hello, gorgeous.

Dr. Perillos, how's our guest?

Unconscious.

Not as strong as I remember,
but still stubborn as a mule.

Who's he?

The man who
broke you out of prison.

Robert Vesco.

Charmed.

Dembe Zuma? He's your target?

You know him?

I do.

Wujing, it's poetry.

The man who arrested
me is the same man

who will help us finish
Reddington once and for all.

You've reached Dembe Zuma.

I'm sorry I'm not available
to take your call.

Harold, what news
of the good doctor?

Nothing yet, though
it would appear

Wujing has partnered
with Robert Vesco.

Yes, I'm aware of
Robert's latest turn.

I'll deal with him in time.

Deal with him whenever you like.

At the moment, I have
more pressing concerns.

- Have you heard from Dembe?
- No. Why do you ask?

He asked for an
hour this morning.

Said he needed to help
an associate of yours

with a problem at the
Port of Baltimore.

He didn't get into details, but
it sounded like an emergency.

If there was a
problem at the port,

the very last person
any of my associates

would turn to is Dembe.

And if the problem was an emergency,
I'd already know about it.

When did you last hear from him?

A text message,
about an hour ago.

Read it.

"Run into a complication.

Little longer before I go."

Something about the
message bothered me,

and Dembe isn't
answering his phone.

It's the grammar. That's
what bothered you.

Dembe hasn't written an incomplete
sentence since he learned to write.

So someone else
sent the message?

It would seem so.

Dr. Perillos was hired to extract
information from Dembe before.

It seems Wujing has offered her
the chance to finish the job.

Get your people to
the port, Harold.

We have to find Dembe, now.

To Mr. Zuma.

I'll drink to almost anything,

but I don't feel quite
right drinking to him.

I believe Dembe Zuma
is part of the FBI team

collaborating with Reddington,

and soon enough, Perillos
will get him to reveal

all the details of Reddington's
arrangement with the FBI.

Most importantly, where
they're headquartered.

- And then?
- We raid it.

A secure FBI facility?

A necessary risk.

If we are to finish Reddington,
we'll need powerful partners.

And before they will
agree to destroy a man

who's made them all
very rich, we'll need...

- Proof.
- Their documents will be heavily encrypted.

But if we were to access them,

we'll require the assistance
of a skilled computer engineer.

Let me guess, you know a guy.

Thanks to Marvin Gerard, yes.

Bo Chang, or as he's
professionally known,

The Troll Farmer.

The what?

Another unfortunate victim
of Reddington's betrayal.

He was released from
prison 18 months ago.

To date, Mr. Chang has
rebuffed my overtures,

which is why I need your
powers of persuasion

to convince him to join us.

I just need to quickly
attend to some obligations.

It won't take more than an
hour, and then I'm all yours.

My men have tracked him to
a data center in Manilla.

If we lose him there,
it might be months

before he resurfaces again,

so I'm afraid your
obligations will have to wait.

We're leaving now.

So be it.

I just hope you have an extra
toothbrush and underwear.

I prefer briefs.

Are you all right, Robert?

I'm fine.

You mind?

Mm.

Let's go.

It's amazing the
things the body will do

to move us away from our pain,

but it always comes back.

You remember why I
started this line of work,

don't you, Dembe?

Your mother?

A racist medical establishment
doomed her to a life of pain.

I spent every moment
since trying to master it.

I always assumed it'd take
decades to end human suffering

for good, but somewhere
in the back of my head,

I always hoped I
could find a way

to help ease her suffering.

But thanks to you
and Reddington,

I'll never get that chance.

She died a year and a half

after I went to prison,

alone and hurting.

And I...
I wasn't there to help

because I was in a cage
that you put me in.

Ow...

I always assumed

that hurting you would
bring me comfort,

but it doesn't.

You want to know why?

Because every time I look
into those big, brown eyes,

I see that Reddington's
taken more from you

than the both of you
could ever take from me.

How much have you
lost because of him?

How much suffering have
you endured because of him?

I don't know if we'll
live long enough

to see humanity free
from the plague of pain,

but I know that together,
today, in this moment,

we can end the pain

that Raymond Reddington
causes all over this world.

All you have to do is tell
me what I want to know.

No.

Tell me.

I'm sorry about your mother.

Tell me how much.

Argh!

Agent Ressler,
what's your location?

We're on our way to the Eastern
District Police Precinct in Baltimore.

BPD just took a
statement from a woman

claiming a wounded FBI agent
was abducted from her home

less than a mile from the port.

Turn around.
Reddington called.

He thinks he knows where
Wujing is holding Dembe.

Reddington knows
where Dembe is? How?

He didn't say. I'm sending
you the address now.

So there we were,
about to buy half

of the former Soviet Union's

nuclear submarines
in Sevastopol,

when this little
pip-squeak of a KGB agent,

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin,
starts objecting to the deal.

You met Putin?

Met him? I had his superiors
kick him out of the room

- while we finished the sale.
- Wei.

And by the time anybody
knew what was what,

I was half way to Athens.

Not so fast, Dembe.

You're not getting out
of this that easily.

What do you want?

I told Wujing I was
not to be interrupted.

I'm sorry, but we
have a situation.

More pressing than our subject
going into cardiac arrest?

The FBI was just spotted
on our perimeter.

We have to leave. Now.

FBI!

FBI!

Sure, move in!

Oh, my God. Dembe!

We're clear!

This is Agent Ressler.

We're going to need immediate
medical support at my location, now!

What, uh... What's going on?

Will someone please tell me
what the hell is happening?

It seems the FBI
has located the safe house

and recovered Agent Zuma.

What? How?

That's what I'm trying
to determine, Robert.

- Status?
- Dembe's in trouble.

The ambulance was too far out,

but we're still 20 minutes
to the nearest hospital.

I don't think he has that long.

Understood. There's
a feed store

less than four miles from
your current position.

Corner of Falston
Road and Route 68.

A feed store? He
needs a doctor!

I'll explain later,
just hold on.

I thought you said
that site was secure.

What kind of an outfit
are you running here?

This is an
unfortunate mistake, Robert,

but I assure you,

I will hold whoever is
responsible to account.

Good, because I'm not
going back to prison.

No, not for you, and
not for Reddington.

I understand if you
want to go, Robert,

but I hope you won't.

Wei.

I can't do this without you.

- 14, 15.
- He's in v-fib!

- Who are these people?
- Charging paddles.

Reddington has medical
teams on 24-hour standby.

Clear!

Unresponsive.

Still in v-fib, charging again.

Again.
Charging 200 joules.

Clear!

Still no response.

I thought we were
going to an airstrip?

I'm afraid there's been a
change of plans, Robert.

I don't know
what you're playing at,

but if you don't stop
pointing that thing at me...

You asked how the FBI found
the safe house earlier.

But you already knew,
didn't you, Robert?

Are you all right, Robert?

Yeah, I'm fine.

My men found something unusual.

Where is your phone, Robert?

No, no, no. Easy. Easy. Easy.

What happened?

Ressler and Malik rescued
you from Wujing's place.

You were in cardiac arrest,
and they brought you here.

How did they find me?

It was Robert.

Vesco? I saw him.

He was working with Wujing.

He was.

You had them put me in a
trunk, you son of a bitch.

You deserve a lot worse.

What do you have to
say for yourself?

I'm in!

No!

Poor bastard bought
the whole thing.

We got to celebrate.

I have a bottle
of something here.

Oh, I can do one drink.

Okay, two.

After Wujing approached him,

Robert confronted me with
Wujing's allegations.

So I told him the
truth, and he loved it.

You know Robert.

He said I'd achieved what
every criminal dreams of.

So Robert went back
to Wujing as a mole.

He was supposed to
gather information and...

He called from the place
where you were being held.

Didn't say anything, but
he managed to keep the call

going long enough for
Chuck to run a trace.

Have you heard from him since?

Oh, well, I'd better get back.

His minion's picking
me up in an hour.

- As soon as you know anything...
- You're my first call.

Robert, if you're
not up to this...

I'm only going to say
this once, Raymond,

so I want you to
listen very carefully.

If you ever try to toss me
a parachute like that again,

it'll be the last
thing you ever do.

You understand?

Raymond, if you
haven't heard from him...

He'll reach out when it's safe.

You rest, Dembe.

I couldn't stop praising you
for your deceptive gifts,

could I?

And all this while you
were using it on me.

Well, don't be too hard
on yourself, Wu-wu.

I'm just that good.

I wonder, if you hadn't
acted so foolishly

trying to save Agent Zuma,

how long this little charade
would have continued.

And now, we'll never know.

Shame.

And to think poor doctor psychopath
won't get to finish her comeback tour.

Oh, I wouldn't say I'm finished.

Easy, darling. I'll
save you the trouble.

I've never been to any
task force headquarters,

I don't know about any other
FBI agent other than Dembe,

and Raymond never said
a word to me about,

uh, an immunity agreement.

He's lying.

But one thing I do know,
it's just a matter of time

before Reddington puts a
bullet in the lot of you.

And what makes you
so sure of that?

Because he's Raymond Reddington.

Siya?

Any word on Wujing or Perillos?

Not yet, but Cooper called.

Dembe's recovering,
thanks to you.

You mean thanks to Reddington.

Him, too.

I've spent my entire career
digging through secrets,

confronting dangerous people
capable of despicable things,

but I-I had no idea such people,

such places, existed.

Well, that's the point.

The Blacklist exists so that
we can go after criminals

that we never would have
heard of without Reddington.

That sounds great in theory.

Until your partner's kidnapped
by a sadistic pain specialist

and nearly tortured to death.

I've spent weeks elbow
deep in your case files,

but still...

No one's ready for
this kind of thing.

I don't care who you are
or how much you've read.

Nothing prepares you for this.

Look, don't worry. It
won't get any easier.

That's very
comforting, thank you.

I mean it. There's a cost.

I don't think you
need to lecture me

about the cost of The
Blacklist, Agent Ressler.

I'm not talking about
the people you lose.

I'm talking about what happens
to the ones who survive.

This work changes people.

It changed me, and I'm not
sure if it was for the best.

You wanted to know about
what your mother did?

Well, this is it,
and believe me,

Dr. Perillos is just
the tip of the iceberg.

Clear!

Cut him loose. Bring the body.