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When you contract with me,
there are certain implied assurances.

Things may take longer than you like.

We might hit a few bumps
along the way.

But in the end,
the job will be done in such a way

that it never comes back
on you or your people.

Yes, well, the job is not done.

It will be.

You said that before.
This should've been done weeks ago.

As I said before, you should expect
a few bumps along the way.

I'm not interested in bumps. I want
results you have yet to show to me.

Because of you, because that bombing
at the UN was stopped by the FBI,

we're now in crisis mode.

We need this done.
Finish the job, both of them,

or my people will take this into their
own hands, and you don't want that.

A sense of humor.

I like that about you.

Can you get it done or not?

Tell your boss to relax.

They will both be dead within two days.

I'm on my way to see him now.
I'll tell him. Just get it done.

The president's expecting me.

Opponents of the death penalty
are holding a vigil

outside of the federal penitentiary
where Raymond Reddington

is scheduled to be executed Saturday
at 12:01 a.m.

They are joined by reporters around the
world who have come to Terre Haute

to cover the final hours of one of
this country's most notorious criminals.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fine, fine, fine. All good.

Why do they always execute people
at 12:01? It's so ghoulish.

The death warrant
is only good for one day.

Scheduling it at 12:01 gives the
government as much time as possible

to deal with any last-minute legal...

- Appeals?
- Yes, appeals.

They can deal with them

and get the execution done
without needing another warrant.

So it's not ghoulish, it's calculated.
That's worse.

Are you sure you're okay?

To be honest? No. I'm not.

It's a dumb question. Nobody is today.

I can't believe he's going to die.

He always seemed so invincible.

Thank you for coming, Harold.

How are you holding up, my friend?

I'll know in a few hours.
They're giving me a physical

to make sure I'm healthy enough
to be killed.

I didn't come to say goodbye,
I came to tell you

I pulled every string to get
a meeting with the president

to urge him
to commute your sentence.

- He won't.
- I hope you're wrong.

It's the only card we have to play.

- For now.
- "For now"? Your execution is tomorrow.

Well, it's scheduled for then. But it won't
happen if you do exactly as I suggest.

Whatever it takes.

Good. It'll require you to steal account
information from a bank in Luxembourg.

You want the FBI to rob a bank?

Don't look so sour.

At this time of year, the valleys of
the Black Ernz are just beautiful.

Elizabeth will tell you the why.
You'll have to figure out the how.

Or this will be goodbye.

The "why" is simple.

Red believes the account holder
can tell us about the conspiracy.

- That's why he gave us the Cryptobanker.
- It was.

The Cryptobanker laundered 5 million

for a man in Cairo who
can tell us what we need.

About a conspiracy so deadly,
knowing about it

is enough for the president to
commute Red's sentence.

Reddington assumed the Cryptobanker
could lead us to the man in Cairo.

He thought all we had to do was
ask him where he wired his money.

But the man in Cairo didn't
want his money sent to him.

He wanted it sent to someone with
a numbered account in Luxembourg.

- Who?
- That's what we have to find out.

Everything you will need.
Her schedule, her security detail

and my ID, which gives you access.

What is that?

Thanks for your business.

Five million dollars
to betray my country.

Reddington has
uncovered a conspiracy.

He doesn't know its purpose
or who's involved,

except for a man in Cairo he can't find.

Now his salvation lies in a bank
we have no authority to access,

which he wants us to rob.

Our work together is finished.

Is that it?

Except we're not asking for help.

"We"?

Me and Dembe.

This is not your call.

There's no time to plan
and little hope for success.

A mission
that will likely end in our arrest.

That's a chance we're willing to take.
We don't expect anyone else to take it.

- They would if you asked.
- I know.

That's why I'm not going to ask them.

Hey...

I spilled coffee this morning.

I was watching the news
about Mr. Reddington,

- point being, I spilled on your phone.
- It's okay. It works fine.

Yeah, I know because while I was
cleaning it, you got a text.

About seeing a speech pathologist.

Can we talk about this later?

The text was from
the National Aphasia Association.

It said NAA, but then I looked it up.

- I don't want to talk about this here.
- And then I looked up "aphasia."

Samar, I am confused and worried.

And I'm annoyed
you didn't say anything.

So no, I don't think we can talk about
this later. I think it's been long enough.

When I was stuck in the car,
I was underwater for six minutes.

Being deprived of oxygen
for that long...

By the time you pulled me out,
the damage was done.

What damage? The migraines?

Yes, but there's more than that.

I can't remember things.

Numbers, prepositions.

Words, like "appeals."

Sometimes there's a blinding light,
and I can't do anything.

I thought it would get better.

But now I know that it won't.

- But you're seeing a therapist.
- Yes.

But not to improve.

To manage the decline.

What can I do? Tell me.
Tell me what to do, I'll do it.

I know, but there's
nothing anyone can do.

- Did Cooper go see Reddington?
- He went. I don't know if he saw him.

The minute he came in,
he pulled Liz into his office.

- Don't.
- She shouldn't be alone.

I agree, but it looks like
that's what she wants.

How's Reddington?
Has he accepted his fate?

As a matter of fact, he hasn't.

Mr. Cooper told them.

Don't talk us out of it.
We're coming with you.

- You're not.
- We have a plan. Do you?

That's beside the point.

Ours isn't much of a plan, but it's
something. It isn't beside the point

since Reddington's life depends on it.

Us breaking the law.
Me and Dembe. We're his family.

And we're yours.

It's not like we have to rob a bank.
We have to rob a name from a bank.

That is an important distinction.
It should be, even though it's still illegal.

Reddington will live through this.

Or he'll be executed, but not until
we've tried everything we can.

- What's the pilot's name again?
- Edward.

Edward! Wheels up in five.

Always wanted to do that.

So you gonna tell us the plan?

Do I have a choice?

- No.
- No.

Okay, then.

What's your plan?

- Mr. President, thank you for seeing me.
- Of course.

You know Cynthia, but I don't believe
you've met Anna McMahon from DOJ.

White House counsel briefed us
on your task force. Incredible job.

I'm proud of the work we've done.
It's made our country a safer place.

None of that would've been possible
without Raymond Reddington.

Harold, the president is aware
of the good Reddington has done.

Unfortunately, he's also
aware of the bad.

Thanks to the work Reddington
has done with our task force,

hundreds of criminals are off the streets,
thousands of lives have been spared.

I'm not here because of what he's done.
I'm here because of what he could do

if given the chance,

including a matter that
may impact national security.

A conspiracy that Reddington says
reaches the highest rungs of power.

If Reddington says there's a conspiracy,
it's not a conspiracy theory. It's a fact.

And if you give us...
Give him the time, we'll uncover it.

Are you asking for a commutation
or a stay of execution?

I came here hoping for a commutation.

But if a stay gives Reddington the chance
to once again prove his value,

I'll happily ask for that.

Does the Justice Department
want to weigh in?

Yes, sir, with both feet
firmly placed on Reddington's neck.

Why have the death penalty if not to
put people like Reddington to death?

By letting him draw a single
extra breath, your opponents

would make you look softer
on crime than the Pillsbury Doughboy.

And there you have it, classic Anna.

Simultaneously rude,
blunt and calculating.

A week. That's all I'm asking for.

If there is a conspiracy,
I want it uncovered.

But I'm confident you can do that
without the help of Mr. Reddington.

You've done the work of the angels,
but it's over. Reddington's gonna die.

It's time to talk about
final preparations.

Cabbage soup and dressed herring
for my final meal.

My mother loved cabbage soup
and dressed herring.

Of course.
You have the right to a spiritual advisor,

an attorney to get
your legal affairs in order

and to make final arrangements
for your body and personal effects.

I've made arrangements
to be cremated.

Have my ashes placed into
Mama Lu's opium pipes.

Users won't mind.
On the off chance there is an afterlife,

I'd like to be high in it.

You have the right to a walk-through
of the execution chamber.

Is there anyone
you'd like to have there at the end?

Yes, but not at an ending like this.

If we expect to have any hope
of saving Reddington's life,

we have to name this depositor
at the Banque Vertrauen.

To do that, we have to access
the bank's computer networks.

The problem is Vertrauen
has criminal accounts around the world,

meaning they're very private.

So they maintain networks
they claim are impenetrable.

Looks like they're running a wickedly
advanced least-privilege program

with access controls
and redundant audit trails.

- Translation?
- It's unhackable.

Even senior-level employees
only have access to selected fragments

of the bank's system.

All except one. The bank president
is able to override the network

using an encrypted fob he carries.

So we get the fob, the fob gets us access
and the name of the depositor.

So who's the bank president?

We don't know.
The bank doesn't make that public.

So I'm clear, we need to break into
a bank that caters to criminals

and penetrate their
impenetrable network,

all in order to identify a secret depositor
we hope can spare Reddington's life?

I can ID the bank president.

How? Do you know him?

No, but I will.

We would be honored
to handle Mr. Reddington's assets.

They'll jump at the chance
to handle Raymond's assets.

The bank president
will see to it personally.

Aram, how long do you need
with that key fob

to know if you can
override the encryption?

- I'd have to see it.
- But if you saw it?

If I saw it, assuming we were able to
get it and none of us were arrested,

I could tell in a minute or two.

And anyone who can decrypt it
can clearly duplicate it, right?

If none of us got arrested.

Here we go. This is him.

All right. I got eyes.
Blue jacket, gray pants, super French.

Wait, sorry,
Ressler's running point on overwatch?

- Is that a problem?
- No, it's just...

I thought it might make sense to have
Samar in my ear. We have a shorthand.

- Makes sense.
- No, it doesn't.

I speak French, German,
Farsi, Arabic, Spanish.

With all due respect to Agent Ressler,
I'm a better asset in the field.

I thought you might be
more comfortable working with me.

Do you two wanna get a room
or rob a bank?

No. Sorry, it's cool.
You take the overwatch.

So...

how do we plan on
getting me that fob, again?

Excuse me. Do you speak English?

- Some English.
- Oh, thank you.

I'm looking for
the residence of the duke.

I promised I would not
use my phone this trip.

But these paper maps are impossible.

You're looking for
the Palais Grand Ducal?

You're not far. You're on
the wrong side of the river.

This way and make a right
on Rue Munster.

Okay, thank you.

Gotta warn you, this could take a while.

There are layers
of encryption and access controls.

Whoa, this is more complicated
than I thought.

- Out of time.
- Already? How is that possible?

He's leaving.
Get that fob back to Keen.

Hold on. I'm in. I just need time
to create the duplicate. Two minutes.

You have less than one.
Keen, stall this guy.

Oh, no. You can't go. No. Tell him he
can't go. I wanna pay for his lunch.

- I don't want him to think I'm ungrateful.
- Come on, Aram. Let's hustle.

Just almost there. Almost.

I insist.

Here we go. Okay. All right, I got it.

- Oh, no.
- What do you mean?

"Oh, no," what? What's wrong?

Nothing. Everything's fine.

What do you mean "nothing"?
What's going on?

We need those keys back.
We don't have time.

We're good. I'm coming.

Aram, what's going on?

Wait, sir.

Aram, talk to me.

You can't go.

Okay, if you won't take my money,
let me pay for your lunch.

If you won't take my money, at least...

Can you tell him, please, that he has a
beautiful city? And thank you so much.

Don't ask.

- You have access?
- Searching account holders now.

Okay, wait, wait. Here. Here we go.

Jonas Kruger.

German national.
Federal Intelligence Service.

Lives in Arlington and stationed
at the German embassy in D.C.

How is a foreign intelligence officer
from Germany

supposed to save Mr. Reddington?

Yes. It's me.

One down, one to go.

I don't know, but we're gonna find out.

Within 24 hours, the president of
Germany's Federal Intelligence Service

will be assassinated on U.S. soil.

Ava Ziegler. Based on what intel?

A member of her advance team,
Jonas Kruger,

had $5 million
wired to his numbered account.

Where did the money come from?

- The assassin.
- Or you.

To create the appearance
of a crisis only you can resolve.

Is this confirmation?

It reads like fiction, but it is all fact.

He'd say anything,
do anything to avoid execution.

I would. Of course,
that also includes telling the truth.

Have you notified
Ziegler's security detail?

I'm told there's a plot on my life.

There may be one on yours as well.

The alleged assassin,
you know his name?

I do. And how to stop him.

Information I'll gladly share as soon as
the president grants me clemency

and my immunity agreement
is reinstated.

- He's making this up.
- I don't think so.

- Blackmailing the president.
- Do you want me to save her life?

If what you're telling us is true
and you do nothing to stop it,

you will never get a reprieve.

If I stop it before getting a reprieve,
I won't get one.

You said you've told the BND.

They're on high alert.
We're rolling on Kruger now.

Okay. Seems like on the off chance
you didn't make all this up,

the investigation's in good hands.

Harold's the best.

If there is an assassin, I'm sure
he can find him without your help.

He'll try, but it won't be enough
to save Ava Ziegler's life.

Only you can do that.

I rarely dislike a person
before being introduced to them.

But in your case, I'm going to have to
make an exception. Who are you?

The person who's gonna make sure the
president does not grant you clemency.

This conversation's over.

I'll see what I can do.

I have to show this to the Americans.

You have to tell them,
but I'm keeping the dossier.

We can't trust them with the proof
until we know who's involved.

Sorry I couldn't have been
more convincing with the president.

You have unexpectedly
formidable opposition.

This puts me in a terrible position.

I have to do everything
to prevent the assassination.

By saving Ziegler, I'm killing you.

If you want absolution, you have it.

I meant what I said, Harold.

You are the best as an agent,
and a person and a friend.

We're rolling out on Kruger.

What is it?

I think I should be a witness
at Reddington's execution.

The questions, the searching
for answers and the mystery.

In the end, Liz...

he's just a man
who loves you very much.

But what man?

Look, if we can find Kruger, if he can give
Reddington the leverage he's looking for,

you'll have plenty of time to find out.

But what if we can't or he doesn't?

This is my last chance
to find out his true identity.

And maybe if this is
his last chance to tell me...

he will.

We use three drugs
in the lethal injection.

Sodium thiopental
to induce unconsciousness,

pancuronium bromide for
muscle paralysis and respiratory arrest

and potassium chloride
to stop the heart.

And why are you doing this?

- If you develop a rash, you're allergic.
- To the drugs you're gonna use to kill me.

We wanna make this
as peaceful as possible.

When I kill a man,
I don't pretend I care how he feels.

I've shot them,
stabbed them, suffocated them.

But I've never coddled them.
It's disrespectful. So stop coddling me.

- Reddington knows everything.
- Did he tell the FBI?

He told them the head
of the BND's the target.

- So, what do we do?
- Nothing.

- But they know.
- The target, yes. She's been warned.

But there's nothing they can do.
Reddington says he can, but he won't.

Not until after you grant him clemency.

- Can they trace this back to us?
- Absolutely not.

It's hard not having the details,
but the less you know, the better.

Reddington won't say what he knows
to the FBI unless I stay his execution.

He thinks saving Ziegler gives him
leverage to make you save him.

His knowing how to save her
is why I won't.

He's the one who knows how to stop us.
When he dies, what he knows dies.

Good afternoon.
So, what have we got?

Lucky shot.

Don't move! Right there. Get the weapon.

The hit on Germany's top spy,
when's it gonna happen?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe this will refresh your memory.

You were paid $5 million to kill
Ava Ziegler. You'll go to prison for that.

For how long depends on whether
you help us prevent her assassination.

You need to tell us
when, how and by whom.

My job was to sweep the hotel.

Set security protocols
for when she arrived.

You were paid to give someone
access to the hotel?

To give him her schedule
and my credentials.

McMahon wouldn't take this
to the president

because she thought
Reddington was making it up.

This is proof he wasn't.

The man who has your credentials,
do you have a name?

No, I didn't.

Five million, it was a lot of money
just to give him my credentials.

It was for far more than that.

- Yes.
- You can't ID the "who."

You don't know the "when."

"Where's" the hotel,
so, what about the "how"?

When we met, when I gave him
my credentials, I saw.

Looked like a bomb.

Are you sure that's what you saw?

It was in a plastic case,
some kind of chemical agent.

You two need to notify the BND
and get to that hotel.

You need to get me
another meeting with the president.

I know Reddington is
the sun, moon and stars to you, Harold.

But the president runs a nation
with 320 million people.

Sparing one of the most deadly
among them is not a high priority.

I know, bad optics
to look soft on crime.

What if people find out he could've
saved a cabinet-level German official

and chose not to?
What about those optics?

Reddington's worth more
to the president alive than dead.

Hey, Ressler told me
how you took down Kruger, that shot.

Must've told you it was a lucky shot.

He said it was an amazing shot.

I have to go.

Listen. Trying to take you
out of the field was wrong.

You're up for the job. And I should've
given you the benefit of any doubt.

I'm sorry I didn't.

I don't think I know anyone
who apologizes as well as you.

I've had a lot of practice.

Fine, I'll rent the room for you.

Your test results
came back negative. No allergies.

I'm sorry about before.
I realize you're just following protocol.

It's your job, after all.

It's a heavy burden, killing a man.

Most people can't.

We're all set, then.

Elizabeth.

Food is almost ready.

Excellent. Make it a table for two.

What you said about Ziegler,
we were able to corroborate it.

We can prove the conspiracy's real.

You're going to be
phenomenally wealthy.

Panabaker got Cooper
another meeting with the president.

He's gonna make the argument
that in order to save her life,

- the president has to save yours.
- You'll be able to live anywhere.

You'll be able to do anything you want.

What I want to do is save your life.

Time to eat.

Ah, my final meal. I can't think of
anyone I'd rather share it with.

I'm trying to tell you
this might not be your final meal.

And I'm trying to tell you I'm okay if it is.

Agent Ressler, FBI.
We're looking for an explosive device.

Possibly biological.

Now, suspect had access
to your advance team,

so the device is likely
inside your secure cordon.

Ma'am, the senator is here,
but we may have a security concern.

What concerns?

We're waiting on details.

- Let me know the minute you know.
- Yeah.

Aram, pull Navabi's reports
from the U.N. bombing.

- See what details we have on that device.
- You looking for schematics?

No, details that tell us
what we're searching for.

Anything you can send
the bomb unit is helpful.

Okay, understood. I'm on it.

This is what you call a last meal?

Cabbage soup and herring?

My mother made it for me
when I was a child.

I can't imagine that, you as a boy.

I was a difficult child.

People saw me one way,
I saw myself another.

I felt misunderstood, acted out.

My father fancied himself
a disciplinarian.

Very moralistic.

Instead of trying to understand me,
he excommunicated me.

And your mother?

My mother...

My mother...

My mother understood.

About who you used to be...

there's something I need to ask you.

My mother understood...

the problems of the human heart...

in conflict with itself.

So she understood everything.

I've taught you to think like a criminal.
I should've taught you to think like her.

I should've learned to think like her.

All those years spent
worrying about you.

Fancying myself your guardian angel.

She would've taken one look at you
and known you'd be fine.

Not because of the money
I obsessively cobbled together for you...

but because you have in your life...

the only thing that matters...

people who love you.

Harold Cooper to see the president.

People you can depend on.

People who will
always tell you the truth.

Six years ago,
I turned myself in because of you.

Now, here at the end,
I'm at peace because of them.

Senator Wade,

- thank you for agreeing to meet.
- Of course. Please.

Now, you said it was urgent.
Is something wrong?

Our intelligence network
has been working cooperatively

with a former MI6 agent.

Earlier today, he showed me a
dossier outlining a plot against America.

- Madam Ziegler, I'm sorry.
- Karl, what's going on?

We have a security issue.
Come with me.

We need to get you and the senator
out of this building right now.

I didn't order room service.

You have a dossier I'm interested in.

Ms. McMahon thought
Reddington was lying to save his life.

He was telling the truth.

He was telling the truth. It doesn't
undo all the things he's done.

This isn't about what he's done.
I made that clear.

This is about what he's going to do,
save Ava Ziegler's life.

- That was your job.
- His job is to try to stop it.

And he's doing everything he can,
but in our experience,

if Reddington says
he's the only one who can solve it,

he's the only one who can solve it.

The FBI employs 35,000 people.
He's one man.

It's simple. Listen to Ms. McMahon
and a German official will die

or listen to me and she'll survive.

- May I?
- Please.

You've given me plenty to think about.

When?

You're sure about this?
No, no, no, I'm relieved. Good work.

- Harold?
- Our people have Ziegler in custody.

They're offsite. She's safe.

Well, what do you know? Looks like you
didn't need Reddington's help after all.

You wanted to ask me something.

I did.

I wanted to ask you...

I wanted to ask...

how can you eat that?

It's terrible, isn't it?

It's the worst food I've ever seen.

Your mother may have been wonderful,
but she was a terrible cook.

You're right.

Everything we had growing up
was either over-boiled or under-cured.

This can't be your last meal.
It's the definition of "cruel and unusual."

It's time.

Once you've changed,
we'll move into the execution chamber.

It's Cooper.

Have you seen the president?

But she's in danger. She's not safe.

- Let it go.
- It seems that way.

- But you and I both know this isn't over.
- Let it go.

- The president's wrong.
- It's too late. Focus on the conspiracy.

Thank you for trying.

Of course. I'll tell him.

He says he wishes
there was more that he could do.

He did everything he could.

That's more than enough for me.

I should change.

I love you.

That's what I wanted to say.

That's what I wanted you to hear.

We've got the principal in a holding
location, 8323 14th Street Northwest.

Copy that, 8323 14th Street Northwest.
I have a DCPD escort en route.

Awaiting instructions from BND

- and DSS.
- You're in charge?

Get everybody out of here now.

Ma'am, are you okay?

- I can't catch my breath.
- You're gonna be okay.

A convoy's on the way.
We want you in the air in 20 minutes.

You, lock down all entrances.
I want DCPD units on the alley.

The minute the escort's here, we move.

I got word from the bomb squad.
They found no explosive devices on site.

No device? How is that possible?

And another thing.
I know this is so not the time.

But I was grabbing some UN reports
for Agent Ressler from your office.

While I was there, I noticed
discarded incident reports in the trash.

- This isn't the time.
- After what you did,

I thought I'd overreacted,
but these mistakes, they...

What you're having trouble with is...
Is basic.

I had no idea how much
damage has been done.

I have to call you back.

- They find the device?
- Not yet, but they will.

- That's weird.
- The important thing is everyone's okay.

Let me get you a glass of water.

Does this have to do with the threat you
started to tell me about? This dossier?

Why wouldn't they find a device?

Moreau paid Kruger to get access
to get inside the secure cordon. Why?

- Maybe it wasn't a device?
- Maybe there was another way.

Maybe it wasn't a bomb or explosion,
but another way to carry out the hit.

Help. We need some help.

We need a medic.

Right.

That was Ressler.

Ziegler is dead.

What?

How? I thought she was safe.

Reddington knew. He's known all along.

He sent us after the bug man.
Turn around.

- What are you talking about?
- We're going back to the White House.

Reddington gave us
a Blacklister weeks ago,

a scientist upset with
how we're killing off insects.

So he created one to kill us off.

Some super beetle,
the kind that killed Ziegler.

You want to tell the president,
"I told you so"?

- To tell the president how to find him.
- Do you know how to find him?

No, but Reddington does.

- Diaz has made up his mind.
- It's 11:51.

That gives him 10 minutes
to change it.

Or I'm gonna tell The Times
he could've saved the life

of Germany's top intelligence officer,
but chose not to.

That would be career suicide.

Yes, for the president.

Is that comfortable? If you'd like,
we could raise or lower the head rest.

I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

To protect the anonymity
of the executioners,

they will now move into
the chemical room and draw the curtain.

At my instruction, each member of the
team will inject drugs into the IV tube,

but only one of the executioners
is going to deliver the lethal injection.

All right.

Sir.

It's done.

And the dossier?

I told you, the dossier isn't here.

Well, then you're gonna
have to take me to it.

- We should have it within the hour.
- Good.

Then, by morning, the intel will be buried
and Reddington will be dead.

Whereas Raymond Reddington was
found guilty of murder in the first degree

and sentenced to death.

And whereas it has been determined
that the executive clemency

authorized by article two, section two
of the United States constitution

has been denied.

Judge Roberta Wilkins do hereby
issue this warrant directing the warden

of the United States penitentiary
in Terre Haute, Indiana,

to cause the sentence of death to be
executed upon Raymond Reddington

in accord with the provisions
of the law of the United States.

Do you have any final words?