All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S04E14.1080p.BluRay.x264-ROVERS

- Brought you a bible, Lonnie.
- A little late for saving souls, ain't it?

I'd suggest Luke 21 :36.

"Pray always, that ye may be
accounted worthy to escape...

...all these things."

- What you think's in there?
- Open it up...

...stick your head in, take a gander?

Charliehorse, we're under attack.

You've murdered my friends
and colleagues.

You blackmailed a man
I hold in the highest esteem.

You seem to have
a comprehensive knowledge of my life...

...that you could only realize
through an association...

...with someone close to me.

You don't recognize me?

- I wanna know who hired you.
- Gavin Pruitt was my husband.

Most people think the danger
in a situation like this is the cold.

The more immediate danger
is the oxygen supply.

Answer my question
or you will suffocate...

...long before you freeze to death.

Gavin set up your tax havens
in Mauritius.

When the feds got to him,
you thought he'd talk.

- So you had him killed.
- I want a name.

Raymond, it's Cooper.

Harold, what can I do for you?

- Give me back my prisoner.
- Which prisoner?

You know who I'm talking about,
Reddington. Isabella Stone.

She's perfectly safe.
I have every intention of returning her...

...to your custody as soon
as she's given me the information I need.

You've gone too far.

I came from Main Justice.
They threatened to shut us down.

- They're bluffing.
- Are they?

From their point of view,
you're a bigger liability than an asset.

Harold, what's happening here?
You sound desperate.

From the beginning, this has been
about serving your agenda.

I rode with that
because I genuinely believe...

...this task force makes the world safer.

- You aren't being naive.
- You're damn right!

Not anymore.
Now I want a name, I want a big one.

Not some independent contractor
like Stone.

You can't just order up super criminals
like Chinese takeout, Harold.

I want it now.

The Architect.

London,2014.
A tanker loading diesel fuel explodes.

Ten minutes later, a water main fails,
flooding Covent Garden.

Only after authorities pumped
the water did they realize...

...$10O million in diamonds had been
stolen from a nearby vault.

Reddington says this was the work
of The Architect who, for a price...

...will design, construct
and execute the perfect crime.

Cortina, Italy, 2011.

A safety cannon malfunctions,
setting off a devastating avalanche.

Two weeks earlier, a Brazilian
art collector's home was broken into.

Nothing of value was stolen,
but panicked by the break-in...

...the collector shipped a Caravaggio
to a secure facility in Geneva...

...whose director would be killed
in the avalanche.

The man who signed
for the old master was an imposter...

...and the Caravaggio disappeared.

Reddington says
The Architect's in Philadelphia...

...recruiting hackers at an underground
gathering called Black Mass 13.

- Sounds like a slasher movie.
- More like a ghost story.

Black Mass is where the worst
of the worst compete...

...to see who can hack security measures.

The winner is supposed to be hired.

The type of gig that you don't
come back from with a soul.

CF', industrial sabotage,
real horror-show stuff.

Multiple hits
on a hexadecimal embedded...

...in postings containing
the words "black"...

..."mass" and "thirteen."

And we have--
We have a GPS coordinate...

...in Philadelphia.

- The location of the convention?
- Nope.

This is just the first step
down the rabbit hole.

All right, guys.
Look for anything out of the ordinary.

Hey, Keen.

"If foo equals first object oriented."

Enter "then bar"...

...then an equal sign...

...then the words
"binary arbitrary reason."

Totally what I was gonna say.

-1955 South Hartford, Havertown.
- What are we gonna do there?

It's all about pattern recognition.
Just-- Just keep your eyes open.

Hey, did you talk to Richard Game?

- No. But I think I was wrong.
- About what?

- Game confessed to killing you.
- He's dead.

Turns out his mother's still alive.
So I'm gonna see her...

-...maybe she has answers.
- Wait, what were you wrong about?

I didn't care
what Richard Game had to say...

...till I found out he was dead,
now it's all I wanna know.

Who my father was, who I was...

...why someone wanted the world
to think I was dead.

That's why I was wrong,
saying it didn't matter.

But you were right, it does.

I'll call you if I find anything out.

- We're here.
- You see anything weird?

I'm not loving the idea
of a rabbit-food smoothie...

...but other than that, no.

Can you send me a photo?

Okay, I got it.

I'll have a penny candy, please.

Thank you.

Oh, my God. There are so many
combinations, this is gonna take hours.

Here, let me see that.

How long did that take?

- Agent Ressler, a word?
- I'll give this to Aram.

Found an SD chip.

Aram should be able to use it
to locate the Black Mass.

Reven Wright...

...was my superior and my friend.

So I don't like this more than you,
but the inquiry into her disappearance--

Reven didn't disappear,
she was murdered by Laurel Hitchin.

- We know that.
- The inquiry's being shut down.

The president's
national security advisor is a murderer.

There's no evidence to that.
No witnesses, no prints, no case.

The head of the justice division
doesn't just disappear.

But until we can prove it,
the case is closed.

Okay, I got something.
It's a pickup point, I think.

248 Garfield, 3:20 p.m., it says:

-"Come alone and wear a yellow hat."
- We need to get an agent to that pickup...

...to get into Black Mass
to ID The Architect.

But whoever we send in
would have to know their stuff.

Not just the programming,
but the buzz words...

...the culture, it's gonna...

- No, I can't. Not after last time.
- You were amazing last time.

Which part? Getting beaten
by my psycho girlfriend...

...or screaming our safe word like
a baby who needs his diaper changed?

The Architect is a mass murderer.
This is our only chance to catch him.

We need you to do this.

We're hot.

Well...

...I believe that will do the job...

...quite nicely.

Are you getting the CCTV feeds?

Okay, we have eyes. Yellow hat,
gray blazer. Very handsome.

And the TAC team is standing by?

They'll be in place as soon as you give us
a location for the Black Mass site.

So when I ID The Architect,
they'll breach, right?

All right, here we go.

Put this on.

Now. Let's go.

We're right here with you,
we're not going anywhere.

There's a man I know
who works as a docent...

...in a small museum in the northwest.
He recently remarried.

Rotary Tuesdays, Euchre Fridays.

A modest but happy life.

Gavin and I played Euchre...

...before you killed him.

Gavin was a brilliant accountant...

...and an even better man...

...who worshiped you.

When the feds came asking questions...

...about the nature
of his relationship with me...

...his only thoughts...

...were about whether you
and your children would be safe...

...and well-provided for.

- This person you described.
- I didn't kill your husband.

I helped him walk away
from everything he loved...

...to protect you and your innocence.

Ironic.

Where is he?

Who hired you?

I got an anonymous package...

...detailing...

...files about every aspect
of your operations--

- And your payment?
- I received a credit stick.

It's in my apartment. It's in the--

The lining of a red silk dress.

Now. My husband.

Where is he?

He's married.

He remembers you as you were.

To show him what you've become
would be devastating.

I'm not gonna tell you where he is.

But I will turn the heat up.

You must be chilled to the bone.

Aram, we're tracking you
through Lexington Park.

You're going northeast on Algon Avenue.

What's going on?

- Bring up another camera.
- It's some sort ofjamming software.

Nam. Aram.

Aram. Cough twice if you can hear me.

Contact Tactical Aviation. Give them specs
on the van, a radius to work with.

I want surveillance images
within 1O minutes.

Who are you?

Miss Lucy Game?
My name is Frank Carraro.

If I could just have a moment,
it's about your son.

- My son is dead. Have some respect.
- I'm with the Innocent Project...

...we believe your son spent time in prison
for a crime he did not commit.

His name was Christopher Hargrave.

Yeah, I remember.

Before he confessed,
did he talk to anyone?

A lawyer or his cellmate?
Did anyone approach him?

You obviously didn't know my boy.

Richard killed a lot of people.

Took them apart in the garage out back.

Did things to them I'll never forget.

Finding out what really happened at
this point would make a huge difference...

...to the people
who cared about Christopher.

Your services had better be used
for someone who doesn't belong in prison.

Richard never belonged anywhere else.

Just wait right here.

All right, move.

Wait right here.

You looking for work?

You know, if the job's right.

What do you know
about batch credit-card spoofing?

I've done some, you know,
for cartels mostly.

Not that you look like you work
for a cartel.

Maybe you do, how--?
How would I know?

I'm-- Excuse me,
I think I see an old friend. Yes.

Excuse me.

Aren't you supposed to be in jail?

Now's not a good time.

Oh, really? I'm sorry.
Am I inconveniencing you?

I said, not now.

Five minutes to HackStar.

Nut up and get your hack on.

Whoa, not a piggy-backed
SQL injection like a rank amateur.

Getting tense.
Getting tense. Getting tense.

Come on, wizards.
Second prize is a set of steak knives.

Third prize is your picture
on a milk carton.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Yes, take that, "biatch."

All right, all right, all right. We have
a new heavyweight champion of the world.

If they find out that we work
for the government, we're dead.

What do you mean, we?

Fifty-one point three seconds. Excellent.

Do you really think that the feds are
gonna let a prodigy like me rot in jail?

Is that a remote code cipher?

- Are you stealing proprietary ideas?
- Why do you think I'm here?

I had three agencies fighting
a cage match to cut a deal with me...

...before your girlfriend finished
reading my rights.

- She is not my girlfriend.
- Oh, you're pathetic.

Wait, wait, wait.
Who won that cage match?

The NSA. Who do you think?

- The NSA? Are you kidding me?
- Come on.

Three point seven seconds
ahead of schedule.

- Who--? Who the hell are you?
- Doesn't matter who I am, Mr. Patel.

What matters is I would very much
like to speak...

...to the young man
who won your contest.

I don't know where he is.

How tragic.

Find him.

On the odd chance
I don't have it already...

...may I have your attention, please?

Everyone.

Find a terminal.

There's something I need you to do.

That's all we're getting?

Techs can't figure out how
their encrypted feeds are being hacked.

The Architect's got us flying blind.

Not quite. The blackout is specific
to this six-square-block area...

...where he doesn't want us to look.

Which means Black Mass is
in there somewhere. And so is Aram.

Keen, find out what he wants.

Ressler, Navabi, get a team on site.
We breach on Agent Mojtabai's signal.

I need to speak with Aram.

Do you know
where they're holding Black Mass?

- It's urgent, Lizzy.
- Because we don't and that's where he is.

What do you want?

To direct you
to a warehouse in Annapolis...

...operated by Newcastle Ice.

Are you offering me free ice?

An ice queen. Isabella Stone.
Returned as promised.

Did she tell you
who paid her to attack you?

Only that we share the same bank.

One that guarantees
its depositors' absolute privacy.

I was hoping Aram could pull aside
that veil of secrecy.

Help us locate Black Mass and he can.

As I told Harold
when he browbeat me for a Blacklister...

...I'm otherwise occupied
and in no position to assist.

Sending Aram
after The Architect was reckless.

His absence complicates matters for me.

I'll inform Main Justice
the minute we have Stone in custody.

Find out if that appeases them.

And why you want to appease them
so badly, will we ever find that out?

- Who is that guy?
- I don't know. My job was to ID him.

Okay, and then what?

- The cavalry was supposed to come.
- Tell me you have a Plan B.

Yeah, I'm working on it, Elise.

Whatever you're calling yourself
this week.

A U.S. power grid has never been
compromised by hackers...

...for one reason.

It requires the combined skills of people
who are unwilling to work together.

Today, you will work together unwillingly.

The Architect's gonna have exits covered,
but the mercs have radios.

And if I can get one and I can get
to the roof, I can notify the FBI.

The roof? Please tell me
you just said that to impress me.

If you think you're that hot--

Well, you are. But I don't care.

What I do care about is the lives
of the people out there. So just...

Okay, I need--
I need something that burns.

Oh, crap, come on. This is wet.

Don't blow this.

This damn scarf.

Hey-

Was any of it real?

It wasn't personal.

What we did at night with the lights off?

That was personal.

The way you let me feel about you.
I can't think of anything more personal.

Hey-

Nam.

Whatever it is that you're planning,
I've personally kicked your ass.

You'll get yourself killed.

So help or don't. I don't care.
Just get out of my way.

Groups one and three.
Commence your DDoS attack now.

Groups two and four, 10 seconds.

Without the contest winner,
our plan fails. Find him.

Sierra Two, sitrep.

Negative contact, leader.

Group two and four, now.

Let me guess.
You were gonna clock me from behind?

No.

She was.

There's gotta be sewer access
in the sub-basement.

- It's not too late to join me.
- To run?

I'm not gonna do that.

You do you, man.

Prepare to run your rootkit scripts.

Three, two, one...

...execute.

Ready for your big day, Lonnie?

I do believe I am, warden.

Break emergency. Requesting
an emergency auto patch relay to 911.

- You see the mother?
- Dead end.

She thinks he got what he deserved.

Emergency patch
from switching control. It's Aram.

I have to go, but I'll make a few calls.

- See what I can find out. This isn't over.
- Aram?

The Architect
has control of the convention.

I count six mercs, heavily armed.

- Where are you?
- I don't know exactly.

I'm gonna switch this radio to tone
so you can trace my signal.

Aram, Agents Ressler
and Navabi are in the area.

- We 're on our way.
- Okay, they're here.

Hands, keep them up!

Keep them up.

Find where he is,
get the location to Ressler.

Tell him to breach.

Well...

You're a man of many skills, Mr...?

Well, whoever you are,
I need those skills.

Count me out.

Like him?

I know who you are.

And that you're willing to kill me
if you have to.

But you don't know who I am.

I am not someone
who's gonna help you commit a crime.

I'm not gonna help you.

- Samar.
- He's got a grenade!

Get down, grenade!

Liz, hey. What'd you find?

When Richard Game confessed
to your murder, he'd been sick for years.

He had a virus called Jenkins-Fowler.

- So what?
- So it's incredibly contagious.

He lived under constant quarantine.

Somebody talked Game
into taking the fall for my murder.

His phone calls were monitored,
his letters were screened.

Every interaction was supervised
by prison doctors.

- So maybe it's one of them.
- Or maybe it's the one person...

...allowed unsupervised visitation
with Game.

- His mother.
- She lied to me.

The team breached.
There's been an explosion.

Thanks.

No sign of Aram.

- Must've been taken hostage.
- Which means he's alive.

For how long?
We've no leads on The Architect's plan.

Aram is the plan.

- Where is he?
- Case number 91170086.

U.S. Government v. Janet Sutherland.

You might wanna look that up
before pulling the trigger.

- You've gotta be kidding me. All right.
- She cut a deal?

Full immunity.
Cooper sent over the plea agreement.

She's now an asset for the NSA.

You said Aram is the plan.
What did you mean?

He won a contest.

It was an audition
to hack a tranche of software.

- I couldn't crack it.
- Software for what?

A control panel for some sort of facility.

Sensor systems,
RFID tracking, security doors.

- Do you know where?
- The Architect made them launch...

...a cyber-attack on a power grid
in Southern Virginia.

- Where in Southern Virginia?
- I don't know.

Look around though.
This guy kills people.

Once he gets what he needs,
he's gonna kill Aram too.

I know you said you didn't wanna
be disturbed, but you have a guest.

- Not now.
- He said it's urgent.

I wouldn't have come
if the circumstances weren't extraordinary.

Turn back. Don't move.

David, I need you to help me identify
a depositor at the bank.

- You know the rules.
- Yes, and I have great respect for them.

Then you know I can't help you.

Besides, I'm busy.

David, an account holder
at your bank has stolen my money...

...damaged my businesses
and killed my associates.

I have the credit stick
the depositor used...

...to finance this bit of nastiness,
but the data is encrypted...

...and I can't access it.
I need your help. I need a name.

Is my jacket puckering?

I need a name.

Come on. Move over.

You know who the depositors are.
Complete privacy.

David, please.

Perhaps you don't recognize Polpetto.

The man is one of the great living artists.

He rarely does portraits.

He's very selective
in who he portrays with his brush.

David, it's a painting.
What I'm talking about is life and death.

The last three paintings he's done,
one is hanging in the Whitney...

...one is in the Tate Modern,
one is in the Pompidou.

I could be hanging in the Pompidou...

...if you would just get
the hell out of my house.

Now go, please.

I owe you an apology.

- You can't come in here.
- I lied to you.

- Get out.
- I'm not Frank Carraro...

...with Project Innocence.
I'm Christopher Hargrave.

The boy you convinced your son
to say he killed.

- I'll call the police.
- I know about the quarantine...

...his illness. You were the only one
who had unsupervised visitation.

- I am warning you.
- How much were you paid? By who?

You had a sick son
who committed unspeakable crimes.

Letter come.

Special delivery.

Return address was a P.O. Box
in New York.

A hundred thousand dollars.

If Richard said
he did something he didn't.

Your son gave the cops details...

...about what happened to me.
Things that weren't in the papers.

I got a script.

What Richard was supposed to say.

Do you still have it?

The Architect.

According to Reddington,
he designs, constructs and executes...

...the perfect crime.

You know what he wants
in Southern Virginia?

Greenville Correctional Facility.

One of the most secure prisons
in America.

Home to Virginia's death row, which is
why they sent Lonnie Perkins there.

- The cop killer.
- And president...

...of the Aryan Revolutionary Council.

The biggest white supremacist gang
in the prison system.

Perkins is scheduled
to be executed tonight.

- This is all about breaking him out?
- The ARC is the kind of organization...

...that'd have the resources
to hire The Architect.

Even if he took control
of the prison's systems...

...they're not just gonna let
Perkins walk out.

What's the ace up his sleeve?

On my signal you will execute
a remote takeover...

...of the software controlling
the internal operations of the prison.

Any idea how many firewalls are built
into a system like that?

Twenty-six.

All disabled. Thanks to a statewide
blackout we created.

Even if that's true, the operating system
is physically segregated from the Internet.

Only way anyone could communicate
with the software--

ls if someone inside the prison
installed a back door.

I'd like the door open, please.

In case any of our visitors feel
the need to step out for air.

It's locked.

Warden McCaslin,
honored guests of the state...

...please direct your attention
to Guard Tower 5.

Three, two, one.

It's gone. The tower is gone.

What happened?

The breakout. It's started.

What did Cooper say?

A guard tower in Greenville
has just been destroyed.

Any news about Nam'?

That was your second guard tower,
warden.

For the sake of those in the third,
I do hope I have your attention.

God, I love the smell of oil paints.

Almost more than gasoline.

Why are there certain toxic smells...

...that just grab you that way?

What is this? What do you want?

Como si dice "kidnapping"?

- You speak Italian?
- There was a girl.

Of course there was.

Tell Polpetto that I'm a great admirer
of his work.

Not so much his nudes.
They're a hair splayed for my taste...

...and that I do apologize,
but I require his services.

What you are witnessing, warden,
are solid titanium rods...

-...traveling at Mach 7.
- Who are you?

Not important who I am.

What's important is
that I have control of your prison.

Once you release Lonnie Perkins,
I will return that control to you.

- That isn't gonna happen.
- The next rod will strike the room...

...where you and your guests are.

You have 30 seconds, warden,
to release Perkins.

The whole prison's locked down.
All personnel.

Sounds like you don't have much
of a choice.

I can have that man put a needle
in your arm.

I go down, you're going down with me.

- Target acquired.
- Prepare to fire on my mark.

Please, you can't do this.

Last chance, warden.

Mach 7 leaves very little time
for equivocation.

Let him go.

It's Cooper.

Intersection of Mesa and Ridgeline.
Get there now.

- We have a location for The Architect?
- And Aram.

He's using a device he got
from Janet Sutherland.

- That bitch?
- She's sitting right here.

Hey, Samar.

Turns out your boyfriend picked up
the remote code cipher during the attack.

It's meant to transmit data,
which it's doing now.

The data is meaningless,
but the signal is traceable.

He's sending an SOS.

At the end of the hall is a door.

Once you pass through,
turn left to 1A yard.

Cycle Gate 13.

Turn left. Proceed 20 feet.

Two doors later
you'll see lnprocessing. Turn right.

Open the gate.

If I set him free,
more innocent people will die.

- Just open the gate.
- Please, don't.

- What is that?
- Oh, that's-- I don't--

I don't-- No. No, please. Please.

- What do you think you're doing?
- Nothing. I--

If you shoot me,
you'll never be able to open the gate.

- Just do it now.
- Yes, sir.

You can't do this.

I already have.

No, no, no.

Watch him. He's getting away!

Don't let him get away! No.

Alert local authorities. A black Suburban
is going up Ridgeline Avenue, southwest.

If he leaves now, we lose him for good.

What are you doing?

He escapes, more people die.

Polpetto.

What are you doing?
Did Randolf let you in?

- Reddington.
- Oh, my goodness, this is tedious.

I'd give almost anything
to have a scratch.

But given your profession, David...

...you're more inclined to squeeze them
rather than scratch, I won't impose.

I'll wait for the next break.

What's he--?
Why is he painting your portrait?

I only brought him here to leverage you.

To kill him unless you give me the name
of the depositor who has declared war...

...but once I properly introduced myself,
the little fellow just lit right up.

I didn't fly him all the way here
to paint your--

Where is my portrait?

He needed the canvas.

Turns out, he's a huge fan
of spaghetti westerns.

The anti-hero, the outlaw, you know.

That's quite enough. Out.

Please, my boy.

Just a few hours with the man.

He's a legend.

He is the sweetest man.

It'll break my heart
to put a bullet in his head...

...but that will happen unless you tell me
who at your bank is coming after me.

- You wouldn't.
- I would.

In fact, what better way
to assure my place in history?

The last portrait by a master,
unfinished, killed by his subject.

And you without a portrait at all.
It's a shame.

My business is based
on absolute privacy.

Okay, okay, okay. Just stop.

Give me the stick and I'll look into it.

But you have to promise, please...

...spare the man's life.

We'll see how the portrait turns out.

For Agent Ressler.

Hey-

Case files
on Reven Wright's disappearance.

I thought Cooper said
that inquiry was closed.

Not to me, it isn't.

Just got off with the D.C. Field Office.

Perkins and the driver were stopped
on I-274. They're in custody now.

- I told you, you would be amazing.
- You don't have to say that.

It's true.

I killed a man today.

And by killing him,
I prevented us from interrogating him.

From getting information
on his other cases and clients.

Victims.

Aram, you did the right thing.

She's the reason
we were able to find you.

Hey, Janet.

I'm probably only alive because of you...

...so thank you for that.

It doesn't make up for... You know.

You should go.

Hey. Aram?

I am sorry.

Don't.

The mother?

She was paid 100,000
to convince her son to confess.

She admitted it. That's great.

Who paid her?

She doesn't know.

- How is that possible?
- She was paid in cash.

Half came with the script,
half after Game was convicted.

- A script?
- It has every detail.

The color of the beach house.
The tear in the screen door.

The knife block
where the murder weapon was.

- The pajamas you were wearing.
- Yeah.

The night-light in the hall.

Is any of this accurate?

It has to be, right?
I mean, I don't remember any of it.

You should show this to your mother.
She probably knows something.

Her pain about losing
her son seems real...

...but Reddington says I can't trust her.

That if I tell her I'm her son...

...I'll never get the answers
I'm looking for.

Based on this, it seems like
the only way you will is if you do.

I just want to know,
what was there to gain...

...from me disappearing?

And why was it so important
that someone confess to my murder?

And whoever wrote this...

...what could they possibly want?

Yeah?

Harold, it troubles me
that you're dissatisfied...

...with the results of our efforts.

Doing good for selfish reasons
doesn't make you good.

It just makes you good at being selfish.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

You've never spoken of her around me,
which, of course, I understand...

...but you've seemed anxious of late.

When someone you love is sick...

...you don't need to shoulder
that burden alone.

My daughter isn't a burden.

She's my greatest blessing.

I appreciate your concern...

...but she's none of your business.

You want to know why
those closest to you betray you?

Why you're alone and hunted?

It's because even when you try
to do something good...

...you cannot seem to understand
where your selfishness ends...

...and other people's lives begin.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going home to people who love me.

Raymond.

It's Levine.

David.

Is this some kind of test?
See if I would violate client confidentiality?

What'd you find?

You know what I found.

David, the name of the account holder...

...who paid Isabella Stone. Who is it?

It's you, Raymond.

The money came
from one of your accounts.

That's not possible.

You have been
catastrophically compromised.

Forget having your testicles scratched.

You've been castrated.

Subtitles Translated by:
Will Motomura