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Harold Cooper, to see the president.

- You have any idea how this happened?
- Sir, we don't have much time.

How Germany's chief intelligence officer
could die in FBI custody?

I don't know, but Reddington does.
And he'll tell us if you stay his execution.

We need to work together to keep this
from becoming a diplomatic crisis.

We need our allies to know
everything will be done

to find out what happened
and to apprehend those responsible.

- Reddington knows who that is.
- I don't think you understand

the sensitivity of this.

You want to find out what happened.

The only way to do that
is to call off the execution.

You're sure that Reddington knew
how to stop the assassination. I'm not.

A man about to be executed
will say anything.

That is not what happened here.
He knew the truth, you chose to ignore it.

- Watch your tone.
- Ava Ziegler died in FBI custody,

but died because you refused
to spare Reddington's life.

How dare you speak to me like that.
Like I'm responsible for this?

I am the president of the United States!

It's too late for Ziegler, but if you call off
the execution, we will find her assassin.

- I've given you my answer on that.
- Then let me give you mine.

If you let Reddington die, I will
inform my German counterparts

that their compatriot's blood
is on our hands,

a fact I'm certain they will
consider an act of aggression.

Is that a threat?

It gives me no pleasure to make it,
but yes, sir, it is.

If you don't make that call in
the next 60 seconds, I'll make good on it.

Do you have any final words?

I'll save my words for the next life.

On my instruction, the execution team
will administer the injection.

Tell me someone's
gonna answer that.

Yes?

It's done.

- It's Keen.
- Can't imagine what it was like being there.

Hey, Liz. I'm here with Samar and Aram.
How are you holding up?

He did it! He called!

Who...? Sorry.
What are you talking about?

The president, he stopped it.

- What do you mean?
- The execution, he called it off.

Wait, Mr. Reddington's alive?

They took out the IVs,
and he just walked away.

Incredible. Did the warden
say why the president did it?

I don't know if he got clemency,
or a stay or what.

But all I know is he's alive.
Will you tell Cooper?

I'm sure he already knows.

He was at the White House
trying to change the president's mind.

Diaz may have stayed his execution,
but Cooper saved Reddington's life.

Congratulations. You've given
a psychopath a second lease on life.

The president made the right call.

You put a gun to his head and
he cried "uncle." What's the hold-up?

We're good on our end.
Just waiting on Terre Haute.

You can go. Please.

I don't know how
this ends for Reddington.

But I know how it ends for you.
And it isn't pretty.

Harold, aren't you a sight
for sore eyes.

Remember Anna McMahon
from Main Justice?

Yes, like my first STD.

You have not been granted clemency.

You've been given a stay, 48 hours
to find the person who killed Ava Ziegler.

If you succeed, your immunity agreement
will be restored.

If not, your execution will proceed.

Has that understanding
been memorialized in writing?

I'm reviewing the paperwork now.

If Harold is satisfied with the language,
we can proceed.

The particulars are as follows:

The press has been told
the stay was granted

to study the USP's administration
of lethal injection.

As far as they are concerned,
you will remain in prison.

So whatever you do in the next 48 hours
must be done in secret.

You will be in the custody of Cooper.
He is responsible for you.

For his sake,
I suggest you try your best

not to kill, maim or torture anyone
for the next two days.

As long as I'm not left alone
in a room with you, I'll be fine.

Is 48 hours enough time
to find the assassin?

I'd think it was more than enough time,

considering all your assurances
that you knew how to apprehend him.

Thank you, Harold.
Forty-eight hours is ample.

During that time,
you will wear an ankle monitor.

Both Cooper and I will know
your location at all times.

If you try and escape, we will
find you. If you disable the device,

the director will be prosecuted
for aiding and abetting a fugitive.

You have 48 hours.

Starting now.

It was pubic lice. Crabs. Caught them
on Hammamet Beach in Tunisia.

She was a Vassar girl traveling with
a bunch of pals from the French house.

Two years after graduation and
they were still making up for lost time.

My God, what a weekend.

But like you, they get right in there
and feast away without mercy

until you want to douse
the whole area with kerosene

and set the little varmints on fire.

Sorry. You and the crabs,
not the Vassar girls.

You've been genuinely hospitable,
but I sincerely hope we never meet again.

You're a lucky man.

People make their own luck,
some more than others.

I make a prodigious amount.

What was this all about?

The president wants
an assassin found.

I know how to find him.

Cooper doesn't know,
but he might've done us a favor.

The stay makes it look like
you want the assassin found.

You know, I got into politics
to root out corruption.

I was an idealist who was
gonna change the world.

You have, for the better.

Right. Try telling that
to the German people.

We did what we had to to keep you
where the country needs you to be.

So, Reddington, what's our exposure?

None. Our associate has
obtained the second target,

should have the dossier
within the hour.

Reddington knew Ziegler
was gonna be killed. How?

If he knew that, how can you be sure
he won't know how to find our associate?

How's the first lady?

That's a problem for tomorrow.
Today's crisis is Reddington.

Forty-eight hours is a long time.

That's the length of your stay.
I have a shorter timetable in mind.

What does that mean?

It means you have
nothing to worry about.

Good night, Mr. President.
Give my regards to the first lady.

I can't believe you're here.

Raymond, welcome back.

- So where is he?
- Who?

The assassin who
killed the German spymaster.

I have no idea.

What? But you said...

I said what I had to to survive.

Is it just me or is this
an absolutely spectacular night?

You seriously
have no idea where he is?

None whatsoever.

We only have 48 hours to find him.

I suppose we should start looking.

I always knew you dealt
from the bottom of the deck,

but cheating death,
well, that's impressive.

I didn't cheat death.
I cheated the president.

Get the others. We're on a clock.
Man, am I glad to see you.

Thank you for everything, Harold.

What ever happened to telling him
you knew he was an imposter?

I didn't get the chance to.

Didn't get the chance
or decided not to?

I'm gonna get Samar and Aram.

Hey.

You're incredible.

You can't leave
the bike in the living room.

Your brain, it is incredible,
the way it's been able to compensate.

We've talked about this.

Actually, we haven't, not this,
these incident reports.

My incident reports,
the ones you fished out of my trash.

The cross-outs, the misspellings,

organizing thoughts,
expressing yourself.

I know you had reached out
to a speech pathologist,

but I had no idea
how rapid the decline has been.

Now you know.

We have to tell Mr. Cooper.

No, we don't have to do anything.
This is my choice. It is my problem.

I know you're worried about me,
but you have seen me in the field.

I wouldn't say it's incredible,
but I am compensating.

So please just let me handle it.

Reddington's back. Cooper wants us.

Let me get this straight.
You bluffed your way off death row?

I exaggerated.

That you knew how to find
the assassin, which you don't.

The Corsican is the last piece
of a very complicated puzzle.

"The Corsican"? Bastien Moreau?

Isn't he the sociopath
who tried to bomb the U.N.?

- The very same.
- Tried to bomb the U.N.

and killed Germany's top spy.

What's the connection?

As I said,
he is the last piece of the puzzle.

We've gotten all the other pieces.
I'm quite confident we'll get him.

"We've" gotten the other pieces?

Yes. You have been instrumental
in putting it together.

After all, I was in prison.

Except when I wasn't.

Your competency evaluation,
you requested it.

You wanted to be transferred
to that psych ward in Springfield.

Indeed. One of Moreau's
few known associates was there.

Mad as a hatter,
but I had reason to hope

that if Moreau
were planning something big,

the madman might
have a lead to follow.

General Shiro.

- The bug man.
- Yes. Dr. Nikkila.

People who poison the planet present
a mortal danger that must be eliminated.

After you got the doctor in custody,

Dembe discovered that he'd sent
an ampoule of his toxic bug juice

to Moreau in London.

Armed with the address,
Dembe broke into his flat

and found that Moreau had wired
$5 million to Axion Cryptosolutions.

- The Cryptobanker.
- Who deposited the money

in Jonas Kruger's account
at the Banque Vertrauen.

As payment for intel
and his credentials so that Moreau

could get into Ava Ziegler's hotel room.

Where he used the toxin to poison her
before she could meet with Wade

to present him a dossier documenting
an impending attack on America.

Did you know all this from the start?

God, no. All I knew was that,
without an immunity agreement,

I would have to leverage
my way to freedom.

Luckily, that's exactly
what this conspiracy provided.

Conspiracy to attack America, how?

I don't know. And Moreau has the
irksome habit of killing anyone who does.

Or trying to.

We stopped the bomb at the U.N.
from going off.

If Moreau was trying to kill someone
who knew about the conspiracy,

that person is still alive.

Could you please put that away?

As soon as I have the dossier.

Aram, pull up the incident report
from the attempted bombing.

I want a list of everyone who was in the
room where Moreau placed that device.

Gotta be... Here.

A diplomat?
A member of the secretariat?

Him. That's him. Christopher Miles.

Security consultant.

Former MI6.

If there is a dossier,

he's precisely the kind of
intelligence officer who would compile it.

But he's very discreet. If we're going to
get to him, we're going to need help.

There's a safe behind the mirror.

Slowly.

Step back.

How many copies are there?

None. I destroyed the others.

I so wish I could believe that.

You have my word.

And your word will be enough.

As soon as I'm satisfied

that you understand
the consequence of lying to me,

then your word will be just fine.

So do I have your word
that this is the only copy?

- Married his stepdaughter.
- Woody Allen. Yes.

- A Scientologist.
- John Travolta.

- The other one.
- Tom Cruise.

- Yes.
- Yes.

- Fatal Attraction.
- Glenn Close.

The guy in it. China Syndrome.
The guy with the father.

- What father?
- He got throat cancer from oral sex.

- Not Michael Douglas.
- Reddington.

Most people get it from smoking.
He got it from cunnilingus.

You should be dead.

Christopher Miles.
Where might we find him?

"Reddington"?
Raymond Reddington?

- What's this all about?
- You must be Marty's wife.

He spoke of you so often
during our time together in Greece.

I didn't know he was ever in Greece.

Come with me.
I'll get you the address.

Please excuse us.

How do you play?

"Greece"? Really?

What? You did speak of her.

Or mentioned her,
over coffee that last day.

Given the way
you chewed through Mykonos,

I'm surprised
you don't have throat cancer.

What do you want with Miles?

Information. That's all.

He's a good man.

I mean him no harm.

But as my resurrection
depends on my finding him,

I'll harm anyone
who stands in my way.

A drink.

No.

Drinking. Thirsty.

Good.

What we're having.

- I'm sorry. I can't.
- Dembe.

It was "having a nightmare."

Sorry to break things up, pal.

Thank you for playing.

Elizabeth, Christopher Miles works out
of an address near Columbia Heights.

Dembe is sending it to you now.

Thirty-five hours and counting.
Things are going well.

We should celebrate, yes?

- You have it?
- I do.

- When do I get it?
- Soon as I'm satisfied it's the only copy,

I'll take it to the drop point.

Good. We have a new problem
that requires your attention, a loose end.

I don't leave loose ends.

Yeah? Why is Raymond Reddington
telling the Department of Justice

he can deliver the assassin
who killed Ava Ziegler?

Raymond Reddington?

He's in prison, about to be executed.

He's out because he convinced
the American government

he can find you in the next 48 hours.
You can't let that happen.

You want me to kill him.

Reddington knows everything.
He's jeopardizing our entire operation.

We've come too far to stop now.

- I'll find him.
- You won't have to.

I know exactly where he is.

We got here to secure the perimeter
and heard screams from the second floor.

I put a spotter across the way.
Said he ID'd two figures, male.

Moreau?

It could be he's taking care of
unfinished business from the U.N.

Our best guess is our perp
is Bastien Moreau, 60, white male.

If it is him, he's holding
this man hostage. Christopher Miles.

We need them both alive.

We're breaching two entry points.

Team Alpha with Navabi.
Team Bravo with me.

We've got civilians everywhere.
Watch your step.

Let's make this fast.
We breach on my go.

Go, go, go!

FBI.

FBI. Don't move.

Navabi, where'd he go?

The fire escape. He's gone.

We need a medic now.

Stay with me. Hold on.

The dossier.

We'll find the dossier.

He has the dossier.

We'll find it.

Password.

"Password"?

Foxglove.

"Foxglove"?

Hold on. Stay with me.

- Can I get you anything else?
- Yes.

More deviled eggs
and another Manhattan.

I thought one would suffice,
but we're celebrating.

I definitely need another
if I'm to get the job done.

- Elizabeth.
- I just talked to Ressler.

Moreau got to Miles before we could.
Now he's dead and Moreau got away.

- And the dossier?
- Gone.

You were right about Miles.
He compiled it.

Before he died, he told Samar
it was password-protected.

- Did he give her the password?
- Yes. "Foxglove."

But it doesn't do us much good
if we don't have the dossier.

"Foxglove."

Mr. Reddington.

It's so nice to finally
make your acquaintance.

Do you like magic? I love magic.

Card tricks,
coin tricks, close-up magic.

Even those guys with the tigers.

I heard they trained their cubs
by masturbating them.

Is that even conceivable?

I'm sure it's a rumor, but talk about
a commitment to one's craft.

A tiger? Quite a handful.

What are you talking about?

You.

You're the tiger.

A wild creature
someone is trying to stroke.

A magic trick is a con.

And you're the mark
in the middle of a very complicated one.

And the only reason I'm still alive
is because you know it.

You could have
tracked me down anywhere.

In a dark alley, in the bathtub.

Instead, you came here
to a public place. Why?

Because you know you're being had.

I'm listening.

Let's start with how you found me.

You were given access
to the signal from my ankle monitor.

Who has the access to that?

You tell me.

My contract is with the Black Fist.

Ava Ziegler stood between them

and the resurgence
of German nationalism.

Pick a card, any card.

How do you fit into this?

I don't.

But I can show you how the trick works,
which is why she wants you to kill me.

- "She"?
- I know her as Anna McMahon.

Red hair, green eyes, no heart.

The magician who made you think
you were furthering your agenda

when, in fact,
you were furthering hers.

We have the same agenda.

Killing Ziegler advanced it.

- And Christopher Miles?
- He knew too much.

And his dossier?

Well, now you also know too much.

I know you haven't read it because
you can't decrypt it, but I can.

You think a terrorist group
hired you to kill Ava Ziegler

because she uncovered a plot
to resurrect German nationalism.

I think someone in
the U.S. government hired you to kill her

because she uncovered a plot
against this country.

But there's only one way
to know for sure.

I never like to know
how a magic trick works.

Spoils everything.

This has been quite enlightening.

For you.

How about returning the favor
by letting me read it?

I'm letting you live.

That's favor enough.

Is it sexual assault with a tiger?

One of the divine creatures thought so.
Mauled one of those guys.

Looks like Moreau might do the same.

- Elizabeth.
- We got nothing.

No leads on the Corsican.

I know his next target.

How? Who?

Hold on.

Cooper and Ressler are here.
I'm gonna put you on speaker.

Say that again.
You know Moreau's next target?

Anna McMahon.

From Main Justice?

- Why do you think he would go after her?
- Because she just sent him to kill me.

Okay. What?

A tactical error she'll pay for
with her miserable life,

unless you roll out, or scurry over,
or whatever it is you do.

You have a lot of explaining to do.

I'll have plenty of time to explain it
once he's captured.

Notify McMahon's office. Find out where
she is. Roll units to her work and home.

- Have you seen Samar?
- Not since the raid.

I wouldn't blame her
if she needed some time.

Neither would I,
but without saying anything?

Ressler, Keen, find McMahon.

Aram, you and I will find Navabi.

Where the hell have you been?

Slight delay.

We need results, fast.

You want me to handle Reddington.
That takes time.

But as promised,
Mr. Miles is no longer a liability.

And his dossier is in my possession.

And there are no copies?

None. It's at the drop site.

And now I'm gonna go
and deal with Reddington.

Call me when it's done.

Three forty-five to Philadelphia,
final boarding.

How much does Reddington know?

Why?

Moreau paid him a visit. It was
supposed to be conclusive. It wasn't.

You're worried he may have turned.

Depends how much Reddington knows.

Well, you should assume
he knows too much.

Excuse me. You dropped something.

- What?
- You dropped something.

Yes. I understand.

Yes.

My office keeps trying to reach me,
and now is not the...

I don't care. Just tell them
something came up and...

Yeah. I'll need to call you back.

Forgive me.

But I thought I should
bring the dossier to you myself.

McMahon's office can't find her.
She's not answering her cell.

Moreau is motivated by some warped
political idealism. He's a nationalist.

So why target a deputy AG
like Anna McMahon?

We'll find her.
We're about two minutes out.

And why go after Reddington?
How does he fit in?

What the hell did you do?

I read the dossier.

You told me you were
part of the Black Fist,

that my targets were obstacles
to German nationalism.

That's not true at all, is it?

- Please.
- You lied to me.

- No.
- You used me.

That's not true.

Then why does this dossier
outline a plot against the Americans?

What do you do
for the American government?

Why are you plotting
against your own country?

Expecting someone?

No. Don't shoot.
I came home. He was in the house.

I don't know who he is.
I didn't see his face. I didn't see his face.

- Who's she?
- I have no idea.

That's him! He's on the move!

Stop. FBI.

FBI. I said, stop.

Hands where I can see them.
Show me your hands.

She said "hands."

Take it easy. Take it easy.

I've got a weapon at my waist.

Turn around.
Put your hands on the car.

Come on.

Bastien Moreau, you're under arrest.

I don't know who that is.

You did all that work to change your face
and look where it got you.

I'm gonna be a great asset for you.

I know a secret.

- Where'd it come from?
- From the north.

Hey.

I heard about what happened.

How Miles died in your arms. I'm...

I'm so sorry.

So am I.

Yeah, I didn't know you smoked.

I don't.

I quit five years ago.

Did you hear?

Moreau is dead.

Mr. Reddington's immunity agreement
is being restored.

He didn't.

What?

Die in my arms.
That makes it sound peaceful.

Like I was there for him.
Like I protected him.

I'm sure you did.

You give people the benefit of the doubt
even when they don't deserve it.

Which you do.

See?

Tell me.

It was like a blinding light,
a white-out...

or sensory deprivation.

It doesn't matter, but the point is...
The only point is...

that one minute, I could have
protected Miles and arrested Moreau,

and the next, Moreau was gone,
and Miles was dying in the arms

of the person
responsible for his death.

You are not responsible.

You tried to help me.

Moreau is. He shot him.

To get me to do the right thing,
to tell Cooper.

Christopher Miles is not dead
because of you.

Aram, you always do the right thing.

It's time for me
to do the right thing. I'm...

I'm going to tell Cooper.

Good.

That's good.

I am sure he will understand.

- Yeah. I know he will.
- Right?

See? That's right.

Listen, everything's
gonna work out, okay?

It's gonna be just fine.

It's gonna be fine.

The new immunity agreement
is identical

to the ill-advised one
signed in September 2013.

You mean the one
that saved your life?

Because of it, Reddington is our CI.
Because he's our CI,

we were able to prevent
Bastien Moreau from killing you.

I want to highlight three conditions.

One, if you acknowledge
the agreement, it is revoked.

Two, if Reddington commits
a crime, it is revoked.

Three, if any members of
the task force are aware

Reddington is committing a crime, they
will be prosecuted as co-conspirators.

The young man Reddington
met in prison? Vontae Jones?

Yes. Mr. Jones will be paroled
as a condition of this agreement.

But let me be very clear, we do not
work for Raymond Reddington.

He works for us.
And by "us," I mean me.

Because once you sign, my job will be to
oversee the task force for Main Justice.

I'm looking forward to that.

Your sarcasm is duly noted.

Yet, I'm being completely genuine.

- You want me to take the job.
- I do.

Because it's proven to be one with
an extraordinarily high mortality rate.

Shall we sign?

It's official. He's back.

Not quite.

First, he has to break out of prison.

We begin tonight
with a developing story.

Notorious fugitive Raymond Reddington
is once again on the loose

after a daring escape
from federal custody.

Moments ago, a Justice Department
official issued the following statement:

After collapsing in his cell, officials were
transporting Reddington to a hospital.

While en route, Reddington overtook
two EMTs and a prison escort.

Reddington, who was
moments away from execution

when concerns over the drugs
used in lethal injection

resulted in a stay of execution

has once again been placed
on the FBI's Most Wanted list.

- That was a long three months.
- Thank God it's over.

Almost over. You still haven't explained
why Anna McMahon wanted to kill you

or why the Corsican tried to kill her.

I don't know what the plot
against this country is.

But I do know she's orchestrating it.

The assistant attorney general,
a top Justice Department official?

Plotting against America.

She sent Moreau after me because
she thinks I know more than I do.

As she could track me through my
ankle monitor, I was vulnerable.

Fortunately, Moreau turned out to be
a man of deep political conviction,

a nationalist who killed
for that cause and that cause only.

McMahon hired him
under false pretenses.

When I set him straight,
he went to settle the score.

And got his brains blown out
for his troubles.

We have no leads on his killer.

And you won't get any.

His killer has friends in high places.

- Thank you.
- For what?

- You said we had no exposure.
- I'm not sure we do.

- Which means you're not sure we don't.
- Until I do, I'm overseeing the Task Force.

- Everything they know, I'll know.
- As long as Anna McMahon

is sniffing up our skirts,

an abundance of caution
will not be enough.

If we're gonna uncover
the true nature of the conspiracy,

we'll have to engage
in active disinformation.

Lie to Main Justice
about what we're doing?

Wouldn't it be easiest
just to arrest her?

Based on what?

- My word against hers?
- The dossier was proof.

Moreau confronted McMahon with it.
Now he's dead, and it's gone.

Or in her possession.

Moreau read the dossier.
As far as I know,

he didn't tell anyone what was in it.

But he had the only copy.
And now it's missing.

You better find out where it is.

It'll all be over soon.

We have our work cut out for us.

There are people
plotting against our country.

And at least three people have been
murdered to keep that plot secret.

We're looking down the barrel
of what's wrong with the world.

But tonight, we're also witness
to something pretty great.

That the man we hate to love
lives to fight another day.

Yes. Well, thank you, Harold.

Call me when you have a lead.

I'm wheels up in 45.

- Where are you going?
- I have no earthly idea.

Anywhere but here.
I'd forgotten how much this place

reeks of stress and anxiety.

Deodorized body odor and old coffee.

Was he talking about me?

- I'm going to talk to Cooper.
- Right. Want me to come with you?

No. I'll do it.

Hey, it's the right thing to do.

I know.

Hey. You never
answered my question.

The reason you didn't ask him
who he really is,

was it because you didn't get
the chance to or you decided not to?

I decided not to.

You're just gonna let it go?

You're okay with that?

I am.

And I hope you are too.

Do you have a minute?

Of course. What's up?

I'm leaving the task force.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So am I.

- May I ask why?
- No.

Is there anything I can do
to change your mind?

I've loved working here.

The cases, everyone's dedication.

And I met Aram.

Then why leave?

Because it's time.

Thank you for everything.