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Previously on The Blacklist:

I got a job.

-Boston? You're gonna move to--
-We're gonna move to Boston.

-I'm pregnant.
-I assume Tom is the father.

I know you want to believe
that our work is done, but it's not.

I'm thinking about
giving the baby up for adoption.

-Why would you do that?
-My life is so filled with death.

How can I bring a child into that world?

-The job fell through.
-Reddington.

Doesn't matter. I'll figure it out.

I'm not a threat to your safety,
Lizzy, or your child's.

-But I cannot do that if you run away.
-You're the only reason I need protection.

If you could please call me,
it's about giving up my child.

Mr. Eriksson, so sorry for the wait.
If you'll follow me.

Happy, baby, what's wrong?

-Wait outside.
-No, Happy, let's just go.

No.

-No.
-No, Rafael, please.

That was Peter.
The Vacarros are gathering.

Listen to me.
I don't care if they see it coming.

I don't care if you send them
engraved invitations to their own funerals.

Dad wants them hit, and he wants
Rafael Vacarro found. Today.

-Gentlemen.
-You must be lost, friend.

Oh, my, certainly not, Dag.
May I call you Dag? And Gregor.

Please accept
my deepest condolences...

...for the tragedy that's befallen
your beloved brother.

-Who the hell are you?
-A friend. Here to see your father.

-Our father's not seeing anyone.
-Oh, he'll see me.

This symbol. I saw it once.

Said to be the mark of the man
who can do the impossible.

I was so very sorry
to hear about your son.

Perhaps I could be of some assistance.

What kind of assistance?

I fear this child may be lost.

I'm here to help you save the others.

Raymond, I know that
you're always going to do...

...what you believe
is the right thing to do.

But I don't ever want you to think
that you have to change your plans...

-...on my account.
-Plans change.

Between Seoul, Moscow,
then back to Beijing, then Shanghai...

...it would have been a month and a half.
I canceled it.

I wanted to bring you something.

Oh, Raymond.

What good is a collection
if it doesn't grow?

It's beautiful.

It's German. Pre-war.
Survived the allied bombing in '45.

Miracle.

What is it?

I'm getting married.

Do you love him?

I love you.

You don't have to explain, Liz.
Whatever reason you have...

...for giving your child up for adoption,
I'm sure it's a good one.

When Tom and I
were looking to start a family...

...you gave us the information
about the birth mother.

Would you be giving prospective parents
information about me?

Couples looking to adopt know children
often come from difficult backgrounds.

And that's okay.

Even in an open adoption,
I mean, I would need to see the child.

That makes it more difficult
but not impossible.

A mother's issues are
rarely held against the child.

You'll fill out a questionnaire, which
I'll make available to prospective parents.

At the same time, you'll be able
to look at their profiles online.

And if we both swipe right,
we're hooked up for life?

If you and Tom swipe right.
He does have a say in this.

Yeah, of course.

This is a decision that
we have to make together, and....

I mean, he would be here if he didn't
have to be away for work right now.

Excuse me, where's your restroom?

-Gina.
-Why are you doing this?

Hey, Jacob. How you doing?
It was nice to hear from you too.

It wasn't nice hearing from you. I want to
know why you're doing it. The real reason.

I see your new home
is a work in progress.

What colors are you considering?

You know, I usually like people
to enter my apartment after I'm in it.

Have you ever heard of
the Promnestria?

No, is he here, too?

It's a term the ancient Greeks used
to describe a matchmaker. A negotiator.

In this case, a man who brings together
warring crime families...

...through mutual self-interest,
leverage, or violence if necessary.

My mother. Was she still alive
when I was placed with Sam?

-Yes.
-Why did she do it?

I let myself in
because the situation is urgent.

On Wall Street, a well-planned merger
can return a windfall profit.

Criminal enterprises are no different.

The Promnestria convinces sworn
enemies there is more profit in friendship.

In return, he gets a percentage
of the new venture.

He only surfaces when he sees an
opportunity for enormous financial gain.

And I'm afraid he has resurfaced
to unite two very lethal enemies.

How did my mother die?

As I said, the matter is urgent.

Mads Eriksson runs a criminal
conglomerate with his three sons.

Or at least he did. Hans Eriksson,
a.k.a. Happy, who later died...

...was shot in a New York restaurant
by Rafael Vacarro, son of Daniel Vacarro.

Patriarch of the Vacarro consortium.

They transported the heroin
processed by the Erikssons until 2003.

They had a falling out
over a hijacked shipment.

Each family blamed the other.

And Gregor Eriksson was shot,
and Vaccaro's nephew was killed.

If these organizations do merge,
they'd rival the Mexican cartels...

...for most of the drug traffic
on the east coast.

Start with the DEA.
Find out what they know about a merger.

Pull every tap, listen to every call.
If either side's said...

...so much as a hello to this Promnestria,
I want to know about it.

I'm gonna throw you a baby shower.

-Oh, Samar, no.
-All I need is a guest list.

And whether you want brunch or dinner,
co-ed or single sex...

-...and where you're registered.
-I'm not registered.

Okay. I'm gonna go talk to the DEA
and you're going to swag4mommy.com...

-...and hunt for some cute onesies.
-Swag4mommy.com?

-Who are you?
-A Jewish mother.

Part of my Mossad training.

Darlings, wonderful news.

Mr. Eriksson and Mr. Vacarro are open
to hearing about our merger proposal.

I agree.

No, I've promised a solution,
and we must deliver.

Yes, we'll need to be very creative.

What's that? No, no, no.
Say again.

Oh, my.

That is a brilliant idea.

Marilyn, you are a hopeless romantic.
Here. That's for you.

You. You've been of no help
whatsoever.

That's why you want in on this?
For her? Your phony wife?

We're not married.

The mark you dumped me for?

She's pregnant. We're having a kid.
So, yeah, I'm doing this for Liz.

You expect me to hire you so you
and the woman who sent me to prison...

...can live in the south of France?

Think what you want.
I don't blame you for thinking the worst.

But I need the job. All right?
I need the money.

The major has been looking for you.

Ever since you left him for dead
with those Neo-Nazis.

This is his op. I work for him.

You honestly expect me
to bring you on and not tell him?

-You know what he'll do?
-I shouldn't have called.

I was desperate, and I thought--

"Let me call the girl I dumped to see if
she can help with the girl I knocked up."

It was nice seeing you.

The take is 22 million.

Split six ways.

You'll have to split your share
with the missus.

-Where are you getting intel?
-A confidential source.

I see. The DEA's supposed to
hand over surveillance...

...but you play it close to the vest?

Look. We could be allies or enemies.
We're asking for help, not demanding it.

And we're sharing what we know.

Our information is that
a merger of the families was proposed.

-By whom?
-That's what we're trying to figure out.

You know these guys.
Who could make the peace?

Peace? With Happy getting popped?
If you weren't talking peace...

...I'd prep for an escalation,
which I should be doing. Tucker.

You're kidding me, right? When?

Mads and Danny rolled in an hour ago.
We also got a hit on Vaccaro's wire.

-We think they're gonna meet.
-Guess that makes us allies.

There's a lot of people out here.
You sure about your intel?

You question my intel but didn't know
your partner was a Russian spy?

-Yeah, because I'm not.
-You're not an agent either, comrade.

I don't know what you're doing here.

She's just a pregnant lady taking photos.
There's nothing wrong with that.

I've got a 20 on Danny Vacarro.
East side, walking to the corner.

-Eriksson coming in from the south.
-Yeah.

Say "cheese."

I didn't think you'd come.

The Promnestria's reputation
precedes him.

-I've got men all around the park.
-Yeah, me too.

Jesus, Navabi.

Seeing as how your boy made
the first move, like father, like son.

That's him. Are you guys seeing this?

Look, we need to hear
what's going on in there.

-Gentlemen, join us. Please.
-I'm not drinking with him.

Please.

You say you can save my children?
You have five minutes to tell me how.

Navabi, get ears in there now.

Every successful merger is based on
a recognition of mutual interest, yes?

Merger?

That's it? That's your proposal?
That we merge our businesses?

If I can get closer to the windows,
I might catch something.

If we don't actually hear them conspiring,
we've got nothing.

Your organizations both value family.
It's your greatest strength...

...and the source of your greatest friction.
So remove the friction.

Stop the bloodshed
by joining the bloodlines.

Your youngest son,
your youngest daughter...

...bound in marriage.

Yes, you can do the impossible.
Find something we can agree on.

-This marriage will never happen.
-This marriage must happen.

Before your falling out...

...you controlled 65 percent of
the drug trade on the eastern seaboard.

Now you control 22 percent.

You may not want to merge,
but if you don't, you'll be out of business.

Hey, my daughter's not a commodity
to use in a business negotiation.

Studies show that love, satisfaction
and commitment are equally common...

...in both arranged
and love-based marriages.

So I am confident that my proposal can
result in happiness and financial reward.

What you're proposing requires trust.
We have none.

None of my clients do, which is why you,
like all my clients...

...must swear to uphold and enforce
not only this merger...

...but all mergers brokered
with my assistance.

Here is my client list.
They are powerful and well-armed.

Should either of you betray the other,
they will destroy your families.

You'll want some time to think it over.

I do hope you see the merit
in my proposal.

We do so love a wedding. Yes, we do.

Yes, we do. Yes, we do.

What you're talking about isn't a job.
It's a suicide mission.

Only two crews have targeted Reinder-De
Groot. Both were slaughtered.

By Geert Klerken, I know.
But that was 12 years ago.

Which is why nobody
has been crazy enough to try it since.

Well, almost no one.

Over the past months,
a crew of mine has been lifting pieces...

...from their showroom,
worth almost half a million dollars.

Why would you antagonize
a psychopath for $500,000?

To get his attention. Reinder-De Groot
uses only the finest stones.

They're transferred to a secure vault
and basement work rooms...

...where they're set and
shipped to stores all around the world.

-And you want to hit those workrooms?
-I'm getting in.

All I need is a pretty face
to help me get there.

Know where I can find one of those?

Remember the jazz club you took me to
in that little cave in St. Germain?

We should go there right now.

-No, it closed.
-When did it close?

Six months ago.

Oh, my gosh. It's been that long.

I can protect you.

All you need to do is ask.

You know what I need?

I need you to take me to Amorino.

Buy me a stracciatella.

And then maybe I'll give you a bite.

Raymond. We have arrived.

Hello, Lizzy. You have the photo?

Good luck getting an ID.
The DEA had nothing.

Facial recognition was a bust. CSU swept
for prints, but it's an active business.

They pulled hundreds of latents.
Running those will take time.

Your law enforcement agencies
love their gadgets and their sweeps.

The FBI admitted to spending a billion
dollars in facial-recognition software.

Which means they spent
at least three billion.

Honestly, if I paid taxes,
I'd be outraged.

Hey,hola , Dembe.
What happened to your arm?

Snowboarding.

This man, I want him found.

For you, Raymond....

Right now hotel maids,
cooks, waiters...

...valets all over the city are receiving that
photo and will be searching for our target.

The people who do
all the cooking, cleaning...

...washing, carrying and parking,
they have access to everything.

You may recall I once had the opportunity
to broker the sale...

...of Rembrandt's
Storm on the Sea of Galilee .

You mean do I remember your
possession of a stolen masterpiece?

Yeah, I recall that.

The man who actually stole it--
Rogelio's cousin was his gardener.

-How is Tony?
-Deported. Last month.

Dembe will give you the number
of our man in Calexico.

He just built a fabulous tunnel. We'll
have Tony back by this time next week.

Many thank yous, my friend.

Your fee and a bonus
to the first person to spot our man.

How the hell
did Reddington find this guy?

He's like a magician. I hate magicians.

That and lap dogs.
I mean, I really hate lap dogs.

What have you got?

The money for the room was wired
from a phony overseas account.

I have a cell number
used to book the reservation.

Mr. Cooper's expediting
a warrant for a tap.

Also, according to the registry,
his name is Maximiliano Cartier...

...which, however awesome,
is obviously a fake.

Speaking of registries, Aram, do you
want to go in on a baby gift for Liz?

She register for common sense?

Because if she's down
for having Tom's kid, she needs some.

It's romantic to forgive someone you love
even if they had an error in judgment...

...which gives you night sweats and
makes you lose nine pounds in a month.

I mean, it could anyway, in theory.

He's got company.

Mr. Vacarro has agreed
to move forward if you agree.

What about the stumbling block?

I have a solution.

But I should warn you it will
require you to mislead your son.

Hey, guys. Bad news. The cell number
he used to book the room is a burner.

Who is this guy?

You're asking me to hurt my son.
But if I say no, this war will kill him.

You have my permission.

My people are standing by.
It will be done today.

All right, you stick with Eriksson.
I'll stay with Liberace and the pooches.

You want our daughter
to marry an Eriksson?

No, it's not what I want,
but after two decades--

-This won't change that.
-We agree that it will.

-And this agreement is enforceable.
-By whom?

This man you just met?
He has the power to keep the peace?

The killing has to stop.

And whatever price we have to pay
to make that happen--

I thought you were mad
because I scratched the car.

-Alicia. Baby, we're not doing this.
-Mama, I'm not a child anymore.

I know who we are. All the funerals,
the sacrifices made for this family...

I've always wondered what I would
have to do to make a difference.

Maybe now I know.

Yeah, he's still outside at City Memorial.
He hasn't moved in about 20 minutes.

-Why?
-I don't know. Maybe you can tell me.

Why don't you search patient records,
staff, physicians?

Anyone with the last name
Eriksson or Vacarro.

I'm looking, but--
Hold on. No, nothing.

Oh, hang on, hang on. He's moving.

Hey.

So I think I have an hour for lunch.

You know you won't have to work
once we're married.

Really? What if I want to?

Hang on. Anna Gardner.

She's Christopher Eriksson's fiancée
and a nurse at City Memorial.

-Christopher. Which one is that?
-The youngest son.

That must be why
the Promnestria is there.

Get out of the way. Move.

-Anna.
-Baby.

-No, no, no.
-Hey, FBI. FBI.

-Hey, come here. Come here.
-You okay?

This is Mr. Fox, our inside man.

Communications, security,
our gemologist, the driver.

Very friendly.

Gentlemen. We hit
Reinder-De Groot at 5:45.

Fifteen minutes before
the security swing shift arrives.

That's the window.
We get caught, we're dead.

Not arrested, dead.

Okay, then. Let's go to work.

I got you a little something.

Some might say it's a disguise,
but I guess it's who you really are.

Just my size.

Such a pretty face.

-Christopher.
-She's dead.

-I know.
-They came for me, and they got her.

-We have to go after them. Hard.
-What we have to do is make it stop.

What does that mean?

Who are you?

-You were at the hospital.
-My dear boy.

I simply cannot convey the depth of my
condolences for your senseless loss.

And killing a harmless girl,
a true innocent.

It's proof that this conflict must end.

We have something to discuss.

-They said they're interested?
-Yes. They're dying to meet you.

They'll check their schedule,
but want to meet as soon as possible.

Oh, that's perfect.

Well, as soon as you have a time,
just give me a call back.

That's great, Levi. See you tomorrow.

Levi? How is your
impossibly gorgeous ex?

He asked me to dinner, so I’m going.
It's nothing.

Have you decided where to register?

The burp rags can wait.

What happened at the hospital?

Her name was Anna Gardner.

She was a nurse at City Memorial
and Christopher Eriksson’s fiancée.

Why would the Promnestria
have Christopher killed?

It just makes his family hate the
Vacarros even more, if that's possible.

He wasn't after the son.

The fiancée was the target.

He's brokering a marriage.

Between these two families.
That's absurd.

You really think it's possible that
he had Christopher’s fiancée killed...

...so Christopher could
marry a Vacarro?

Arranged marriage has been a tool
of peacekeeping...

...and empire-building for centuries.

It's still practiced in many parts
of Asia, Africa, the Middle East.

Thousands of children
are forced into arranged marriages...

...every year
often with judicial approval.

The Erikssons and Vacarros aren't
just families, they're businesses.

This isn't about love and marriage.
This is about profit and loss.

The Promnestria will require a meeting
of all family members...

...to formalize the arrangement.
Find that meeting, and you'll find him.

And how do you propose we do that?

Funny you should ask, Harold.

Hello, Mads.

Raymond Reddington.

Your contact at the port
of New Orleans. Call him.

Confirm he received an anonymous tip
about a DEA raid.

Saved you about $10 million
in lost inventory.

Do you have any cookies?

It's me. I'm told there was a raid.

And we're good?

These are yummy.

It's the nutmeg, isn't it?

I'll call you soon.

You tipped my people? Why?

-Wedding present.
-Oh, you heard.

I respect the decision, Mads.
Difficult one, I’m sure.

But good for business.

-Mazel tov.
-My kid is not happy about it.

What about you?

Danny Vacarro for an in-law?

Talk about a labor of love.

Thank you for the tip, Raymond.

The families, theirs and ours,
we're getting together tomorrow.

It'd be nice to have a friendly face.

I'd rather die than have an Eriksson
touch my little girl.

So would I.

But you're giving her away.

For what?
A business deal that will never hold?

-A war that will never end?
-Oh, it will.

The Erikssons are all coming
to the celebration.

What are you saying?

We kill them tomorrow.

All of them.

We staged the DEA raid so Reddington
could tip off the Erikssons.

In exchange, he was meant to give us
intel on the families meeting.

-Where the hell is he?
-I can't get him to call me back.

So I’ve been monitoring
the Promnestria's burner...

...and he just placed a call
to some kind of personal assistant.

The call was made to a residence
in London owned by a Mr. Alistair Pitt.

Scotland Yard pulled his taxes.

He's the right age for our suspect,
says he's a corporate consultant.

Here. And listen.

There's a dinner tonight
at the Greenwald to formalize.

I need a car to take us there at 7:00,
then directly to the airport.

Notify Ressler and Samar.

I want infiltration teams at the
Greenwald as soon as possible.

Keen, if Reddington reaches out,
don't take his call.

Mobile 1, we've accessed
the hotel feeds. All units report.

Eriksson is walking in now.

Gregor and Dag are behind him.

Davenport. Come back.

Security's tight.
No weapons, no phones.

On the Vacarro side,
I'm seeing Danny, Mariana.

No sign of Rafael.

-He knows there's an open warrant.
-Warrant or not...

...everybody who shows up gets
brought in for questioning, no exceptions.

You got approval for that?

Pitt murdered an innocent woman.
When he shows, we take them all.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Your fugitive-in-arms,
Comrade Rostova.

Don't call me that.

Davenport, we got a visual
on Reddington. Moving your way.

-We're gonna breach.
-Negative, I repeat, negative.

Do not breach.

This is our op.
We breach now, we lose Pitt.

Look, we'll sweep him up
when we grab the others...

...but only once we see our target.

Oh, I really do fancy this necklace.

-And that ring. Can I see?
-Of course.

-Where is the mirror?
-It's over there.

It's very nice, but it's about three zeros
out of my budget.

Oh, my god. I have to have it.

Oh, I left the keys in the car.

Colin would kill me
if I got another one nicked.

-Be back.
-All right.

-Help! Somebody!
-Sir. Release that woman.

She's a thief.

Agent Brian Kelly, FBI.

This woman is part of a gang that my
team's been investigating for six months.

-Knew it. They owe me half a million.
-Her team is still in the area.

Is there somewhere I can take her.
Somewhere private?

Let's go.

I need to call the rest of my squad
to secure the suspect.

Do you have a back entrance?

Meet the police at the loading dock.
Let them in the back.

Suspect in custody.
Come in through the back. Copy?

Copy that. On our way.

Champagne?

Thank you, my dear.

Mr. Reddington.

I'm so honored you were able
to join us.

I'm a sucker for mob weddings.

What a night.

Raymond, right?

Mads tells me you two
have business dealings?

I didn't know the two of you
were on a first-name basis.

We're doing our best
to forgive and forget.

There's some good in the worst of us,
and some evil in the best of us.

And when we discover this,
we are less prone to hate our enemies.

To our enemies.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, Raymond,
if you'll excuse me.

All things considered,
Mom's a little cheery.

Keep an eye on her and Danny,
while I find the happy couple.

You loved her, didn't you?

Let me tell you a secret.

Love isn't a feeling.

It's a choice.

Darling, come in.
Come, come, come.

Come, come.

I understand you two
have had an opportunity to talk.

That's good.

Then we're agreed.

I've got eyes on Reddington.

-Do I have the go or not?
-Negative.

I was told to give you guys
carte blanche...

...because you're bringing down guys
justice hasn't even heard of.

When I asked how,
I never got a straight answer.

-I think I know why.
-You don't know anything.

I know we helped you
when you were a fugitive.

Now, what aren't you
telling me, Comrade Rostova?

I told you not to call me that.

-It's all here.
-Right after I finish the toast.

When I raise my glass,
that's the signal.

Ladies and gentlemen....

As the father of the bride,
I'd like to say a few words.

So much of what has happened
between our families...

...has been wrong.

And it's enough.

And if it takes my baby girl
to show me the path to peace...

...so be it.

Mads, you have my guarantee...

...that no Vacarro will ever break
the agreement we've made here today.

May they have the patience
to endure one more toast.

I am but a humble guest...

...but please permit me to raise a glass
to what I think we all can agree...

...is the most improbable...

-...yet consequential occasion.
-What's he doing?

He's trying to draw
the Promnestria out.

Love is a funny, fickle thing.

A slippery slope.

Most weddings are fraught with it.
This one, not so much.

This is business.

The brainchild of a
brilliant opportunist...

...a broker of bonds,
a procurer of peace.

You would think,
being singularly responsible...

...for this evening's prenuptials,
he might take a bow. Where is he?

Come now, don't be modest.

You do such astonishing,
despicable work.

-Maybe I think it's enough.
-I'm dying to hear how he did it.

How he brought you two jackals
together.

How he got rid of
Christopher's fiancée, Anna.

How he lied to the boy,
let him believe...

...she was slaughtered
by the Vacarros...

...only to turn around and convince him
to marry...

...into the very family he despises.

-What a telenovela.
-What the hell are you--

No, no, wait.
I wanna hear what he's saying.

I once spent three weeks cooped up
in a motel on Zihuatanejo...

...just glued to the telenovela, Amorcito
Corazon ,My Darling Sweetheart .

This unlucky-in-love architect...

...who lost the love of her life
when she was 18...

...because of her controlling father.
But perhaps I cut too close to the bone.

It was you, Mads, who approved the hit.
Isn't that right?

-Dad, what is he talking about?
-He's wrong. Never would I have--

-...killing the love of his life.
-They killed Anna. You said so.

No, no.
We never touched that girl.

You're the animals who operate
like that, not us.

Oh, here we go. Better than TV.

You killed her, didn't you?
For this?

You knew I would never be able
to let her go.

We did it to save you.
For the good of the family.

Gentlemen, everyone. Please, please.

That's our target.
All teams on site, breach, breach now.

Do it now.

Grab the bride and groom.
Meet us at the car.

DEA. Freeze. Drop your weapon.

This was so you could get to him.
That's what this whole thing was about.

Might I suggest we have
this conversation on the move?

-She's not going anywhere.
-Oh, for God's sake.

I knew it. He's your informant.
That's why you have so much juice...

...why they let you off, isn't that right
Comrade Rostova?

-I told you not to call me that.
-Comrade--

-Mr. Pitt and I have a plane to catch.
-We certainly do not.

I'd be happy to drop you somewhere
safe along the way.

-Tell me how many are on your team.
-I've told you there's no team.

It was a mistake. I was in a hurry.
I must've put the ring in my pocket--

-Would you mind turning those off?
-I'd be delighted.

Hey, we know your gang is hitting
jewelry stores all over the city.

I want names, and I want them now.

-You want to have a go?
-I thought you would never ask.

That's for hitting me harder
than you were supposed to.

-What was that for?
-The hell of it.

Come on, family man.
We have work to do.

Let's go.

Samar, I just spoke to the DA...

...says he has enough evidence
to put both families out of business.

-Hey, what's wrong?
-Nothing. Did you ever get registered...

-...because Aram is asking.
-Samar, what's wrong?

I had dinner with Levi.

He's engaged.

To a woman he met
a week after we broke up.

And it's fine.
We were never gonna be....

It's just....

I don't know what I’m doing.

Forget it.
Let's just talk about the shower...

-...and how great it will be.
-There's not going to be a shower.

Why not?

Well...

...I found this wonderful couple.

Josephine.

-Josephine, open this door right now.
-He knows. He knows about us.

-Where are you?
-Our apartment, Place St. Pierre.

-Open this door right now.
-Hurry, please.

He's insane.

Josephine? Josephine? No.

Josephine.

You. Get out!
What are you gonna do?

Josephine. Josephine.

Josephine, no.

I bought this flat four years ago.

So that someday
I could bring you here...

...to the scene of your crime.

Josephine Moliere.

Now, listen....

Josephine's father was the most
prolific criminal arms dealer...

...in Eastern Europe.

But for all his success,
he had a problem...

...an enemy.

An aggressive
and lethal competitor...

...named Stockwell.

I had nothing to do
with what happened...

-...to that poor girl--
-Yes, you did.

Perhaps not directly,
but very much by your hand.

You arranged a marriage.

The youngest Moliere daughter
to the only Stockwell son.

A burgeoning psychopath with a long
and troubling history of violence.

To guarantee peace
and profit for all...

...you arranged
her marriage to this man.

Please. Don't.

Don't do this.

I held her in my arms...

...and watched the life
disappear from her eyes.

You destroyed a creature...

...more beautiful than...

...you could ever comprehend.

They're not coming.
There's been a bump.

They're rejecting my baby?

No, not exactly.
They still want the baby.

Oh, I see.

They're rejecting me.

-But I thought you said on the phone.
-They hadn't put it together...

...that you were that Elizabeth Keen.

I'm sorry, Liz.

But they'll only take the baby
if it's a closed adoption.

Meaning I would never know my child?

My baby would never know who I am?
I can't do that.

I underestimated
how difficult this was gonna be.

But if you are intent
on giving up your child...

...I think you have to accept you're not
gonna be able to be in its life.

Josephine.

It's done.