All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S05E22.720p.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

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 U.S. 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.

His lawyer's right here.

Holt Campbell.
Veritable's general counsel.

You want to tell me
what the hell is going on?

Arrest and search warrants

signed by the U.S. 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?! Walter?!

Hey, call the FBI, the real FBI.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

Whoever they were,
they left everything behind.

I want to 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 temperate
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 our medical directive?
- I'm her fiancé.

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?

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?

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.

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 gosh! You're...

Oh, dear. I am such a fan.

Why, thank you. Thank you.

Your films, your writing, your artwork.

I can't believe this.

Do you get all your suits done here?

Sir, we are very busy.

You probably get this all the time,

but I must tell you,
I absolutely adore...

- "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.

Well, 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 multi-colored puppy tooth

in that collection?

Erm, 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.

All right, well,

we're going to need access
to your backup servers.

First of all, I want to thank you.

Thank us? We feel awful for imposing.

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

Right now, that is exactly what I need...

the doctors, too.

It 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 I-EEE
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.

Oh, 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.

I've never seen him before.

Mr. Lundgren, take a closer look.

The suit he's wearing has your label

stitched into the lining of the jacket.

Please, Mr. Ross is very... powerful.

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

he would come for me.

Hm. 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.

I-It's not a palindrome or... 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 P... Paddington.

Uh, Raddington. Or Rafael.
Rayburn. Or 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?

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.

- The poor things.
- Yeah, boy,

but that old thumb never fails.

A smile goes with this one, like this.

You figured that out all by yourself?

- The 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.

Mm-hmm.

A smile goes with this one, like this.

All right, you secure the entrance.

I'll get in touch with security.

That SUV, 3:00... He's one of Ross' men.

I recognize him from
the surveillance feeds.

All right, I'll cover you.

Give me the keys.

Get out of the car.

Keen!

Get in the back!

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

New plan... I need vehicles at the rear.

Cover me. Someone's on my tail.

Keen, they're coming your way!

Got a black SUV.

- Where's Elizabeth?
- She's just 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.

- Is that a threat?
- 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.

Ah, that'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.

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.

And 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' guys.

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

We need the access code.

Maybe there's another way.

It's a burner...

No e-mails, call logs, or contacts.

Just one text sent
to an international number.

"Winchester. 1500. AM."

"1500" is p.m., so it's not a time.

And if it's a place,

there is 1500 Winchester in 20 states.

- Aram, how is she?
- The same.

Uh, 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.

I know you work for Ross,

Hey, look at me!

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 to 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 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.

0-1-1 is the U.S. exit code

and 3-8-1 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 the 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?

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

Ross is on to 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 cleanup.

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.

Wait. Hold, hold, hold, hold.

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

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.

And 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

and 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 want
to 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.

Aaaah! Ressler!

All teams, we have a level-four breach.

East interrogation.

We need emergency assistance now.

Stay here.

- What the hell happened?
- Ross has Keen hostage,

doors 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 lockdown.

It's him. Calling on Keen's cell.

Okay. Here's how this works.

Do as I say or Agent Keen dies.

Aah! Don't listen to him!

- If you breach from the observation...
- 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'll 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 be sure that
he doesn't kill Keen

before we get to him?

You can't.

It's a calculated risk.

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

I'm searching our security feeds now,

and there's no sign of anyone
in corridors L2, three, or five.

They're still overhead.

Guys, I got something.

Man down. Side arm
and security badge are missing.

So, Ross is now armed?

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!

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 a code. Now!

Don't listen to him. He's bluffing.

She's right. He's bluffing.

Maybe, but if you're wrong, Keen is dead.

I'm not going to 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...
- Harold, if you give him that code,

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

One!

83-724. That's the code.

83-724. That's the code.

BOLO's gone out with their IDs

and a description of the stolen vehicle.

The car's a dead end.

By now, he's ditched it
and stolen another one.

Look, I'm sorry.
He was going to 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 pay phone at Third and Summit.

Let me speak with her.

Be there in an hour
to receive instructions.

Come alone.

I want to talk to her.

You're not going alone.

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

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.

Charlie, you in place?

Affirmative.

- Hey, Aram?
- I'm up on the phone.

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

Top 10 is on the move.

Yeah?

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

Hey, Aram, you getting this?

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?

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

with a view on the rear entrance
of the lumberyard.

Okay, I've got him.

They're loading him
into a white late-model van.

Okay, we move on my go. All units.

Okay, the target van is headed
south on Central.

Units Bravo and Charlie, move in.

Take it from the south approach.

Agent Ressler, hang on a second.

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

What do you mean "another"?

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.

Yeah. I'm already on it.

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

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

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

from Franklin Street NE south
to New York Ave.

Okay, Bravo and Charlie
have intercepted two vans,

and you are right behind the third.

All right, take him.

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?

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 3-mile parameter.

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've just let it go.

Doesn't matter.

Mr. Kaplan, Tom...

We all should've 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 have 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, no, no, no!

Aah!

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 got to be...

Ugh! It's got to be at least
one minute per block.

- We're 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 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

that 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 not...

Ohh!

On the ground! FBI.

Raymond, are you okay?

Yeah. There are more of them in the back.

They have Elizabeth.

Ohh!

Elizabeth.

It's over.

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

- Raymond...
- I've got her.

Go.

Now that 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.

Oh, my God.

I, uh, I have to go.

I-I have to go.

I didn't know it.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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 me 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.
- Yes.

You and I can get to the truth,

but if this is going to work,

we need to gain Reddington's trust.

I can help with that.

- Your life for hers.
- Done.

There's a pay phone at Third and Summit.

Be there in an hour
to receive instructions.

Come alone.

I want to talk to her.

Again.

That's enough.

If you're gonna tell him you hurt me,

he's got to believe you.

Again.

You knew Reddington would come for you,

anything for you.

Let her go.

Take her in the back.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no!

Aah!

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.

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.

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.

I figured it out. The whole thing.

Why Nik was killed, all of it.

No!!

And Reddington nearly
found out about Jennifer.

And I think he would have
killed her, too.

Go. Now.

Go!

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.

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 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.

You ready?

Oh, yeah.

I'm ready.