All language subtitles for The Blacklist - S07E01 - Louis T.Steinhil (1) - Eng subs

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FRENCH)

Allez, allez.
Pass. Pass!

Vas-y, vas-y, vas-y!
(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(ANNOUNCER CONTINUES)

(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)

N'importe quoi.

Hey, hey.
Shh, shh, shh, shh!
(TV MUTES)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(LAUGHS)
My God, man.

(BUTTON CLICKS)
(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FRENCH)

(GROANING)
(GUNSHOTS)

Where is he?
What? I don't...

Reddington!
Where is he?
Okay, okay!

Arretes. Stop.
Put down the gun, eh?

(GUNSHOT)
Aah!

You run the network,
Joubert.

If Reddington
was smuggled out
of Paris, you'd know.

Smuggled?

Who got him out?

Reddington is
impossible to track.
He's like a ghost.

What about
the strike team?

What strike team?

Hey, hey,
if Reddington
was in France,

I would know,
and I would tell you.

I would.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

Take this phone,
Joubert,

and call me
if you hear something.

What do you mean,
smuggled out of Paris?

Is Reddington in trouble?
Is he?

What happened
to Reddington?

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH
OVER P.A.)

(MUTTERS)

(BEEPING QUICKENS)

(GRUNTS)

(DOOR OPENS)
(GRUNTS)

Il est reveille. Il est...
He, appelle Docteur Busson.

Dis lui qu'il est reveille!

Where... Where am I?
Il lutte contre les sangles.

Il ne peux pas bouger.
Dis lui qu'il doit
rester immobile.

What happened?

Mr. Reddington,
please be calm.

You are in a hospital.
You're in Paris.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

I can't feel anything.

Why can't I move?

Why can't I feel anything?

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Do you recall
the incident?

How about the rescue?

Mr. Reddington, I'm sure
you have many questions,

and, uh, a great many police
waiting to speak with you.

But my only job is to care
for your physical health,

and I'm concerned you may
also have cognitive damage.

So I need you to
tell me what,
if anything,

you remember
about the incident.

Do you know
who did this to you?

Katarina.

(GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES,
VEHICLE DEPARTS)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

I don't.

Police had a local gang
under surveillance

when they saw you
being pulled from a van.

So they caught them,
the people who did this.

Well, the inspectors
intervened,
but they got away.

You'd been drugged and beaten
within an inch of your life.

Why can't I feel
my legs?

Look, the people
who did this to you,

they shattered your spine...
L-two, three, and four.

The neurosurgeons performed
an emergency surgery...

A laminectomy.

They removed
the shattered bone,
fused your spine.

But I can't walk.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Tell me
when you feel this.

There.

(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH
OVER P.A.)

I can't walk.

There are tests to perform,
work to be done,

but time will be
the only real judge

of what functions
you will eventually recover.

Why am in this thing?

Patients living with the
challenges of immobility...

So I'm paralyzed.

People in your
condition...

I'm paralyzed.

You're immobile.
And while you
are immobile,

you're prone to both
pulmonary complications

and pressure-related
injuries.

By moving you
up and down,

this will help you avoid
an embolism
and pressure ulcers.

Will I ever walk again?

Mr. Reddington,
you're lucky to be alive.

ARAM: Okay, so,
I ran background checks
on all the applicants.

Yeah? Who is your top choice?
Mrs. Doubtfire, right?

Would be, if she
weren't three months
behind on her rent.

What about
"Hand That Rocks
the Cradle"?

Two stints in rehab.

"The Manny"?
17 unpaid
parking tickets.

Well...
I have more than that.

One scofflaw
in the family
is enough.

(SIGHING)
Are they all bad?
Bad? No.

Just, uh, not good enough
to be Agnes' nanny.

Is it just me,
or does it seem like

everyone has
a skeleton in the closet?

(CLICKS TONGUE)
You know,
after Samar left,

I spent six months
drowning my sorrows

in kielbasa
and Ingmar Bergman movies.

Then Ressler insisted
I sign on to a dating app.

When I refused,
he signed up for me.

I swear,
he is more of a yenta
than my own yenta.

First three names
he swipes right on,
their background checks...

Bankruptcy, credit-card fraud,
and a restraining order

for slashing their
ex-boyfriend's tires.

Now we are both eating
Polish sausage

and playing chess
with Death.

Well,
I need to keep looking.

Mrs. Williams
is helping me out
as a favor.

I need someone
who's permanent.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(VIBRATING CONTINUES)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
This is Keen.

Elizabeth.

Raymond's gone.

Gone where?
Taken.

Tell me what you know.

We came to Paris.
When?

Six days ago,
for a meeting.

With who?

Someone I don't know.
Someone he trusted.

How do you know
you can trust him if you
don't know who he is?

Because he insisted on
going alone.

He went without you?

Why would he do that?
I don't know.

He's in trouble,
Elizabeth.

I need your help
to get him out of it.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(DISTORTED,
INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Who's there?

(FRENCH ACCENT)
I was beginning to think
that you didn't exist.

And yet, voila...
Here you are.

Rene Oban.
Chief Inspector, DGSI.

I've been hunting you
for years.

Well, this must be
very exciting for you.

Mm. It was.

Like chasing an illusion.

Reality is...
Much less interesting.

Welcome to yours.

A Frenchman who states
the obvious... How unusual.

Like a Swiss who argues.

Or an Italian who doesn't.

I have been hunting you
and Katarina Rostova.

Fun.
We know that
she is in Paris.

And at the risk of
stating the obvious,

it cannot be a coincidence
that you are here, as well.

202-555-0100.

(BED WHIRRING)

Tell me about Rostova.

Call the number.

We know about
the Townsend Directive.

We know that it is
a standing order
to kill Rostova

and that it is
very much in play.

I want you to tell me
who is coming for her
and where she is

so I can get to her
before they do.

She has some intel
that I want,

and obviously I cannot get it
from her if she's dead.

You said you prefer
illusion to reality.

Mm. More than you can
possibly imagine.

I may have seemed
like an illusion,
but she is one...

Someone
you can never find.

202-555-0100.

I am not interested
in talking
to your lawyer.

Then you must
not be interested
in talking to me,

because you can't do one
without the other.

What's his name?

Marvin Gerard.

Sounds French.

What's the status?

BERDY: Reddington is being
interrogated as we speak.

And Annapolis knows
we're coming?

Yes, everything is
on schedule.

(VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)

So. Joubert.

Problem?

Uh, one of
Reddington's men
found me.

That was
to be expected.

He shot two
of my men.

And he'll shoot more
unless you tell him

where Reddington's
being held.

No, no, I-I would never
do that, ever.

I just think that you should
know that they are close,

and they are getting
closer.

Thank you, Joubert.

For your concern
and kindness.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

How I wish we lived
in a world

where kindness wasn't
a liability.

I have intel on Keen.
Should I act on it?

Not yet. I'm hoping
we won't have to.

(SIGHING) Clean this up
and meet me in Annapolis.

And, Berdy...

Yes, boss?

Say a kind word
over his grave.

Yes, the Raymond Reddington.

Positively I.D.'d
in Paris.
I talked to Morgan.

He hasn't heard from him.
Can you reach out to Chuck?

Okay, so, I reviewed
all the CCTV footage

from the Paris neighborhoods
that Dembe thought

Mr. Reddington
might have gone to.

Nothing.

Wherever he went,
he didn't want to
be seen.

French police are on line one.
I'm on with French police.

The secret police.
They called the
0100 number.

I didn't know we had
an 0100 number.

We don't.
I'll have to
call you back.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(TELEPHONE BEEPS)
Harold Cooper.

Yes, this is Rene Oban
with the DGSI

calling for Marvin Gerard.

He's not available
right now.

Mm, well, he will be
when you tell him

I have
Raymond Reddington
in custody.

COOPER:
Inspector Oban,

this is the Assistant Director
of the FBI, Harold Cooper.

We have arrested Marvin Gerard
and have a tap on his lines

in the hopes
that we might find
Raymond Reddington.

Apparently, we have.

Is any of this true?
No, but he doesn't
know that.

If you have Reddington,
we need to meet.

If you have him.
I'll need verification.

Yes, understood.

But since I am in Paris
and you are in Washington,

uh, might I suggest
a meeting at our embassy

between you
and our attache?

Fine.
Make the arrangements.

You're quite lucky,

tapping the number
Reddington gave me to call.

Luck had nothing
to do with it.

Oh, no, I don't suppose
it did. Hm.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS,
TELEPHONE BEEPS)
Think he suspects?

Suspects what?
What...
What was all that?

0100 is a dedicated line,

a way for Reddington to let us
know if he's been arrested.

He demands to speak
to his lawyer,

and we pretend like
we just arrested him.

COOPER: This Inspector Oban,
I want a full rundown on him.

Hang on, hang on.

Mr. Reddington
goes 30 years
without getting caught,

and now
he's been caught twice
within the last year.

He wasn't
caught last year.

Wasn't caught?
He was nearly executed.

He was arrested,
but he wasn't caught.

What's the difference?

I turned him in.

You what?
Why would you do that?

So he couldn't get
in the way of me
trying to find out

his real identity.
Whose real identity?

Reddington's.

Wait. Wh...
(LAUGHING) What?

And you knew
about this?

Yeah.

And I promised Reddington
I'd keep it to myself.

They deserve to know.

Know what?

That the real
Raymond Reddington
died in 1991

and the man you
know as Reddington
was once a KGB agent

named Ilya Koslov.

That's impossible.
I knew Reddington.
I served with him.

It's a long story.

And I'll tell it to you
after we get him back.

Reddington,
who you say is dead.

It doesn't matter
who he was.

I thought it did,
but it doesn't.

And once you hear
the story,

I don't think
it'll matter to you.

The only thing
that matters
is that Reddington,

our Reddington,
is in French custody,

and we have to
get him back.

Ressler, Aram, run a check
on this Rene Oban.

Keen, circle back to Dembe
and press him

on who Reddington
may have been
meeting with.

I'll reach out to Main Justice
and explain the situation.

Which one?

The one about
getting him back.

Once we do that,
we can figure out the rest.

Or try to.

BRIAUX: Ah, pardon.
(HORN HONKS)

Director Cooper!

Patrick Briaux,
Homeland Security Attache.

Ici, s'il vous plait.

Where we going?

To have a private
conversation.

Surely you know
we can't do that
in the embassy,

since all
the listening devices

were installed
by your government.

COOPER: I share your desire
for caution.

Mine concerns
Rene Oban.

He was with the DGSI
until three years ago.

After that,
there's no record
of him.

Does the FBI have
a record of you after
six years ago?

If they do,
I couldn't find it.

Fair enough.

But before I say
anything, I need proof
that you have him.

He was picked up
near the Seine,

badly beaten
and unable to walk.

We expect
your full cooperation

in returning him
to our custody.

You're a mystery...
An agent who doesn't exist.

And yet, when we call
Reddington's lawyer,

you pick up
and demand his return.

I wonder...

Is that because
he's your fugitive

or because you
work for him?

A friend in high places.

Do you have Reddington
or not?

This photo tells me
nothing.

(CELL PHONE SPEED-DIALING)

I have Cooper.
Put him on.

OBAN: Nothing
will come
from this.

Yes?

COOPER: 30 years ago,
Raymond Reddington heard

classified testimony
in connection with

a U.S. intelligence officer
killed in Kuwait.

What was
the soldier's name?

Daniel Hutton.

So it is you.

Were you expecting
someone else?

I wasn't sure.
Now I am.

Is it true
about your injuries?
It is.

But I've been
paralyzed before.

The spine
of a blowfish pierced
my wet suit off Pit...

Satisfied?
Not remotely.

An extradition request
will be made
within the hour.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Cheer up.
I'm a man of my word.

You did as I asked,

so I'll tell you
what you're dying
to know.

About Rostova?

The blowfish.

I was stung off
Pitcairn Island during
a brief assignation I had

with a rapturous descendant
of Fletcher Christian.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(AMERICAN ACCENT)
Okay, I'm clear.

ABIGAIL:
Jiro wants to know

if you want him to intercede
with the extradition.

OBAN: No, tell his
people to hold.

Is this the updated
Cooper file?

It is, but Werner says
it's a work in progress.

The DOJ files
are understandably
difficult to access.

Okay.
How's our patient?
He's stable.

Respiratory rate
and O2 saturation
are good.

Last dose was at 10:00.
What are the levels?

He's fine above L2.

Is our client here?
Yes.

Dose him again.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)

Cooper made contact.

And?

Still a mystery.

As is whether he has
a connection to Reddington.

It's a work in progress.

And Reddington?
Still thinks
he's in Paris.

But if he thinks
he can wait for the
FBI's extradition order,

he's gonna be
less inclined to talk.

Then use that
to your advantage.

How?

We're up against a clock.
We need a plan B.

It's not gonna take them
long to find out what's
happening here.

Yes, well,
if you're any good
at your job,

this will all be done
by the time they do.

(DOOR OPENS)

Good news.

I'm told
you're going to get
into a chair soon.

Right now, I'm a little
less concerned with
what I can't feel

than by what I can...

An insufferable itch
on my cheek that
I'm unable to scratch.

Would you be so kind,
Nikola?

Tell me where.

Uh, the right cheek.

Yeah, that's right.
A little higher.

Oh, no,
a little higher than...
A-Almost...

(DOOR OPENS)

OBAN: (FRENCH ACCENT)
I don't know whether to be
impressed or disgusted.

It appears
your American friends,

they are more fond of you
than I had anticipated.

They've asked my government
to proceed with extradition
proceedings.

Now, sadly for you,
that will not be considered

by the French government
unless I sign off.

And I will not
consider that

until after you have told me
about Katarina Rostova.

MILA: We need to change his
dressing to avoid infection.

OBAN: Ah, you see...
Another incentive

for you to tell me
what I want to know.

Sepsis.

Could you give
us a moment?
Wait outside.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I may not have told you
what you want,

but I told you
all you need.

You'll never
find Rostova.

OBAN: Ah, yes, yes, yes,
because she's an illusion.

What does that mean?

She's a figment

of the collective
imagination.

I don't believe you.

In fact...

I am thinking
that she did this to you.

Did she?

Why are you
protecting her?

Some people in this world
are soul mates.

Katarina Rostova and I
shared one.

Betraying her would be like
betraying myself.

(DOOR OPENING)

What have you found?

Reddington's in
French custody.

Cooper's working
on extradition.

Then we'll
get him back.

Well, we hope so, but, uh,
his physical condition...

What about it?

It's not good.

Tell me.

ARAM:
Let me get this straight.

Raymond Reddington
is your father.

The real one.

But he's dead because
you shot and killed him.

When I was
four, yeah.

And after he dies,
your mother,
Katarina Rostova,

puts you in foster care

and escapes from the KGB,
FBI, and the Cabal

with the help of
her oldest friend,
Ilya Koslov,

who nips and tucks his way
into becoming Mr. Reddington

in order to access
the millions

that the real Reddington
didn't even know he had,

in order to finance
her disappearance.

Is that it?

Pretty much.

You're definitely
gonna need therapy.

And now that
you've told me,
so am I.

Listen up.

I just got off the phone
with Panabaker.

The French are denying
everything.

But, uh, you went
to the embassy and
spoke to the attache.

RESSLER: Maybe they're
gonna wait until they can
bleed Reddington

of all the intel they can
and then hand him over.

Whatever their motivation,
the French know this is
a priority for us,

and they will use that
to their advantage

in negotiating extradition.

But the attache, Briaux...
You said he was cooperative.

He was, which is why
I'm going back to the
embassy personally

to deliver
the extradition paperwork.

Ah, Mila, my dear!
You are a sight
for sore eyes.

You did not eat a bite.

My God, no.

Eating even a swallow
of that gruel

with all the bread and cheese,
chocolate and wine

on the other side
of these walls?

That's more torture
than a man can brave.

Well, at least
you'll be able to
get out of this bed.

Ah!

My chariot arrives.

Mr. Reddington,
let's get you moving
around, shall we?

I've been on the run
half my life.

I suppose now
I'll be on a walk.

Or a roll.

You're a very dark man.

Yes, well,
walking or rolling,

I intend to show my gratitude
by sharing with you

the finest night
of drinking and dining

one can possibly imagine.

DOCTOR: Are you
comfortable?
REDDINGTON: Quite.

That ought to keep me
from running.

Harold Cooper, FBI,
here to see Patrick Briaux.

Yes, sir.
Go right ahead.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Monsieur Briaux.
Harold Cooper
to see you, sir.

Mr. Cooper.

What can I do for you?

Patrick Briaux?

Yes.

Something wrong?

(CELL PHONE RINGS, BEEPS)

Keen.
COOPER:
Elizabeth, it's me.

Did you talk to Briaux?

Yes, I'm...

I'm with him right now.

We have a situation.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

I got something.
Take a look at this.

So, these
are the surveillance feeds

from inside the embassy,

which show Briaux
waiting in line

to request
a visa application.

But once he gets it,
he leaves.

Never filled it out.

LIZ: He was just
lingering outside,

chatting up the guards,
waiting for you to arrive.

ARAM: I'll issue a BOLO,
circulating the image

with MPD and
surrounding jurisdictions.

COOPER: The real Briaux
insists that Reddington

is not in French custody and
regrets the misunderstanding.

Well, if Reddington
isn't being held by
the French police,

who is holding him?

Maybe the person he met with.
You have no idea who that was?

I only know it was someone
Raymond felt safe with.

And Raymond
never feels safe
with anyone.

Whoever it was
must've known
we were in the dark

and reached out anyway,
had Briaux come to meet you.

Why? What were
they hoping to gain?

Maybe confirmation
that he's our informant.

He has a lot of enemies.

Now one of them may suspect
he's working with us,

and if that's the truth,
we may have just signed

Reddington's death warrant.

Briaux,
or whatever the hell
his name actually is,

he's our only lead.

Let's find him.

(DANSER DANS LA NUIT
PLAYS)

* Sous les etoiles
on danse avec
la lumiere de la lune

* Nous deux ensemble somme
aussi leger comme une plume

(MOUSE CLICKING RAPIDLY,
THUMPING)

* Quelle joli soir et tout le
monde a but un verre ou deux

TECH: What the...

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Liam.

Hey, the hell's this?

Something's wrong
with the picture.

Do me a favor.
Get Colton.

I'm on it.

* Et chaque fois que
tu me prends dans tes bras

Good evening, Mr. Reddington.
Time to change your dressing.

Yes, Mila, please,
do come in.

* C'est magique
danser dans la nuit! *

Let me ask
you something.

Do I frighten you,
Mila, with all the police
and the guards,

the handcuffs?

No. To me,
you seem like, uh...

I don't know the word.
(SIGHS)

You seem like
a nice man.
(MUSIC ENDS)

I'm glad.

(FRANCOISE HARDY'S
TU PEUX BIEN PLAYS)

Ah!

Would you mind
turning up the music?

I love this song.

* Tu peux bien te perdre
et tu peux, demain
(VOLUME INCREASES)

Mila, please,
just a little more.

* Sans rien me dire,
disparaitre, je sais bien

I remember hearing this
wafting across the courtyard

and through the window
of my apartment on Rue Jacob.

It could have been my mother.
She loved this record.

(GRUNTS)
(OBJECTS CLATTER)

(GRUNTS)
Aah!

Ohh!

Unless you want
whatever is in here,

I suggest you be still.
(PANTING)

(AMERICAN ACCENT) Please. No.
Who are you working for?

A-A woman.
I don't know her name.

Katarina?
Maybe. She's Russian.

And the beating?

Don't, please.
I'm begging you...

Tell me about
the beating.

It was a story.

Like Inspector Oban
and the doctor.

They'll be here
any moment.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

I can't hear anything
with the music,
and I've got no video.

There was no surgery.
No.

And we're not in Paris.
No.

Then why the chair?

Why can't I feel my legs?

Answer me.
(GASPS)

The surgical drain
in your back,

i-it's not to
collect fluids.

It's an epidural.

When we change
your dressing,

we're pushing sensory
and motor blockades...

(INHALES DEEPLY)
tetracaine and bupivacaine.

And what happens
if I don't get
the scheduled dose?

If you don't, then...

You walk.

* Je reve de me
perdre si c'est me
perdre avec toi, toi

(GRUNTING)

Aah!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

* Et je cours a ma perte

* Si tu n'as rien
d'autre pour moi, que ca

Signal looks fine.

It might be the camera,
some internal glitch.

Whatever's happening,
it's no accident.
Get in there.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

* Plus tu gagnes et plus
je perds a t'aimer

(BOTH GRUNTING)

* Ou lassee de tout perdre

* Je saurais partir
loin de toi

* Et par peur de me perdre
(BOTH GRUNTING)

You make a sound,
I'll kill you.

* Tu croiras
que tu veux de moi *

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(MUSIC STOPS)

I'm sorry.

Uh, my French is really
only good enough

for restaurants
and little old ladies.

Do you speak English?

(FRENCH ACCENT)
Some, yes.
Ah. Lovely.

In that case,
may I ask a favor?

I-Inspector Oban,

the one with
the crooked little grin,

would you please tell him
I'd like to speak with him?

There's an important matter
I'd like to discuss.

(DOOR CLOSES)

She killed her father.

I can't imagine the burden
that carries.

If we tell Justice
who Mr. Reddington
really is,

will they shut us down?

Rather than stay in business
with a KGB agent?

I would.

MPD just found
Briaux's visa application

in the trash
outside the embassy.

They lifted a print.

Tell me
we have an I.D.

LIZ: Briaux's real name
is Michael Hansen.

Lives off Vermont
and North Crescent.

High-end grifter
who stings anyone

from Vegas big shots
to tech VCs.

And gullible FBI agents.

Well, he's one
of the best,

which means that whoever has
Reddington is even better.

ARAM: As soon as
we pull a warrant,

we can get Hansen
to tell us
who that is.

How long will that take?
An hour, maybe less.

Definitely less.

I'm guessing
he's not waiting
for a warrant.

No, he isn't.
Neither am I.

I understand crossing lines
for your father,

but now who are you
crossing the line for?

A man I've grown to like.

(DOOR THUDS OPEN)

LIZ: FBI!

(GROANS)
Where's Reddington?

I don't know!

(GROANS)

Aah!
(BONES CRUNCH)

Then you're gonna
tell us who does.

(GROANS)

LIZ:
Louis T. Steinhil?

That's what they call him.

That name's what,
an alias?

It's an anagram.

The letters spell
"The Illusionist."
(GROANS)

How does he operate?

I get a call,
a character to create,
a script to follow,

and a boatload of money.

And you do what he says,
no questions asked?

In my world, everyone wants
to work with Steinhil.

The man has an incredible
reputation.

LIZ: Tell us about it,
this reputation.

(SCOFFS)

The thieves who set fire
to the Vasa Museum

and took three
Dutch masters?

They weren't thieves,

and they didn't steal
the paintings.

They worked for Steinhil,
who posed as a fireman,

cleared the building, and took
the masterpieces himself.

I'm telling you,
The Illusionist is everywhere
and nowhere...

A fireman,
a casino boss.

A French cop.

Sure, if the illusion
calls for it, yeah.

Listen, it was just a job.

I don't know who he is or what
he's done with Reddington.

You said he pays well.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) Very.

How?

Cash? Wire transfer?

(FRENCH ACCENT)
You asked to see me.

Yes, I did.

There's something
you should know.

It's an urgent but (SIGHS)
private matter.

Mm.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Please.

Take off your coat.
Have a seat.

Something's wrong.
Tell Colton
we got an emergency.

We lost the feed again.

Oh! Ha-ha! The keys.

(KEYS JINGLE)

I asked you here,
Inspector Oban,

or whoever you are,

to tell you how much
I admire your plan.

And I do... Or I did.

The paralytic agent...
That was your pitfall.

The medications wear off

when not administered
every four hours.

I'm overdue
for my next dose, so...

(CHAIR CREAKING)

(GRUNTS)

The next time
you want to
convince me

I've broken my spine,

you damn well better
break my spine.

Hey, put that down.
Don't touch me.

It's either a bullet
in the head
or a needle in the arm.

I'd take the needle.

What is it?
Ketamine.

The same tonic used
to knock me out
on the street.

For a man your height
and weight,

150 milligrams
should do the trick

and give you
the most wonderful dreams.

Or it might kill you.

I'm pretty sure
it's the dreams.

But I'm no doctor,
and you're no cop.

Either way, I suppose
pharma-karma's a bitch.

He has a gun.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

(ALARM BLARING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Where are we?

Hansen couldn't lead us
to The Illusionist,

but there's a chance
his money can.

Aram's tracing it now,
and I'm hunting
for childcare.

Turns out Steinhil
isn't the only one

who isn't
who he appears to be.

I'm beginning to think
no one is.

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you before.

Why didn't you?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Hey.

So, um, I was able to trace
the payment Hansen received

to an account in Paris.

Now, the account's in the name
of a shell corporation,

so the I.D. trail is
a dead end, but,

and I am 74% confident
there is something to this,

I found several other payments
out of the Paris account,

one of which was used
to rent a small
warehouse in Annapolis.

So?

So, three other payments
were made

to rent
medical equipment that,

according to
the rental company,

were sent to
that same warehouse.

You think that's where
they're holding Reddington.

I know we think
he's in Paris,

but maybe that's just
another illusion.

Get Ressler. Tell him
we may have
located Reddington.

Got it.

I do have an answer
to your question,
by the way.

When this is over,
I look forward to hearing it.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

Aram, text me that
address and notify
the FBI in Annapolis.

What about
local authorities?
Not yet.

I don't want to scramble units
that might expose Reddington

until we know
what we're dealing with.

Understood.
Address is on its way.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Stop! Stop!

Don't move!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUN CLICKS)

Drop the gun!

Turn around!
Hands on the wall!

Good to see you again,
Raymond.

Get him in the van.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

We're too late.

What happened?

BERDY: Nurse says he
got to one of the
contingency weapons.

Our exposure?
Well, we found it on him.

Doesn't look like
any calls went out,

but we're taking
precautions.

KATARINA: What about
the Elizabeth Keen intel?

Is it solid?
100%.

Give it to the Movers,
just in case.

He's coming to!

Dose him again.

The nurse,
the one who let
this happen...

Bring her to me.

We know you all worked
for Steinhil.

What we want to know is
who he worked for.

The employer.
We want a name.

LIZ: We know
the hospital is fake.

We assume
the injuries were, too.
So?

So Reddington isn't
paralyzed.

He's been on the run
30 years.

If we could make
him think he couldn't
run anymore...

She thought he'd talk.

She?

I don't have a name.

A description, then.

Nobody knows
who she is.

But you know what she wanted
Reddington to talk about?

Yes.
Which was what?

Not what. Who.

Some woman.

Do you know her name?

I know she's dangerous.
A Russian.

A Russian.

Russian.

Katarina Rostova.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

This is who
my mother is
to me...

An aura that
surrounds me.

For better or for worse,
I don't know.

* How does it feel
when it's quiet and calm?

They're in there
asking them about her.

* And will I be denied?

Whoever took him,
it's because of her.

* How will it feel
when it's time to move on?

He'll be okay.

You don't know that.

Apparently, Reddington
died 30 years ago.

He rose from
the grave once.

I'm pretty sure
he will again.

* When it gets hard,
I will roll those sleeves

I didn't tell you
because you're honest.

You'd want to report
Reddington's
misrepresentation

to Main Justice.

And I don't think
you should.

What makes
you say that?

* Where there will be
no one around

Because he's not
my father.

I don't understand.

When I thought
he was my father,

I hated him for
abandoning me.

I thought he
shirked responsibility.

But now I know
he takes it on even
when he doesn't have to.

* Solid ground

I was nobody to him.

The illegitimate daughter
of a childhood friend.

And he devoted
half his life to me.

Do you know anyone else
who does that?

* How does it feel
to be on your own?

Because I don't.

* No one to understand

* I know I'm here
and I don't belong

Feeling okay?

I'll be fine.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

* When it gets dark,
I will know no fear

I don't like this,
Raymond.

The whole ordeal
pains me.

Surely you
understand that.

(WHEELS ROLLING)

* Hanging around
on the edge of the world

I went to great lengths
to pretend to hurt you.

We're past that now,
Raymond.

This is very real.

I can assure you that,
before we're finished,

you're going to tell me
everything I want to know.

Miss?
Shall we begin?

* Solid ground

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