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Hey, stop.

-It's a clasp.
-Let's go back to the house.

My parents won't be back
from the club until midnight.

Fine, but let me tell Jennifer.

She'd kill me if I ditch.

I was thinking,
maybe later, we should go to...

...Joey Schoenberger's cabin at--

Who the hell are you?

Stop.

Ty?

You bastard.

Do you remember Eileen Kropp?

What the--?

Why can't I move my legs?

-Get me out of here.
-Yeah, you know, she's dead now.

Overdosed on the Long Beach pier...

...on some cocktail of drugs
you sold her.

Body, still...

...unable to move.

And when the tide came in,
all Eileen could do was...

...lie there and listen
to the waves lapping over her.

Look, whatever this is...

-...I promise I can fix this.
-It's called recompense.

Eileen Kropp's father, you see...

...he tasked me
with doling out your penance.

And so, like Eileen...

...you will lie and listen...

...and breathe until you're still.

-Recompense.
-What?

I can-- I can give you money.

Say it with me.

-Recompense.
-Okay.

Recompense.

-That's a good boy.
-Oh, no, no, no. Please, God, no.

No, no, no. Please.

Please, no. God.

Please, no. Please, God. No.

Oh, no.

Help.

Help.

Baldur.

What are you doing here?

Admiring your tasteful decor.

You don't spend much time here,
do you?

-Get out.
-Not still upset...

...about our little misunderstanding,
are you?

You wanted to kill me.

Prepared. I was prepared to kill you.

Being prepared for something
doesn't necessarily speak to desire.

And here we are.

Congratulations. I'm told you're opening
offices in Paris and London.

My accountant's untimely demise...

...left the door wide open for you...

...to purchase that fleet
of cruise ships for a song.

-Well, now--
-I know what happened with Von Hauser.

Everyone does.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

-For safe passage.
-Yes.

Werner's death has cost me my
travel routes in and out of the continent.

And I'm sure whoever
has my jet at the moment...

...is trying to decide whether to keep it,
or at what astronomical price...

...they'll sell it back to me.

In the meantime,
I have urgent business in the States...

...and no way to get there.

There was talk before Von Hauser.

Rumors that you were under siege.

People are sharpening their knives.

Are they?

Baldur, you and I are dealmakers.

We buy low and sell high.

Getting that cruise line on the cheap
was better than sex with your mistress.

Either of them.
I'm a little down on my luck.

A penny stock.
Invest in me now, and when I rise...

...you''ll be able to
afford three mistresses.

I may have something in steerage.

Done.

My goodness.
I haven't been in steerage...

...since Li Yanping and I stowed away
on a Chinese destroyer...

...off the coast of Pulau Belitung.

He's known as the Debt Collector.

A mercenary paid to exact revenge.

Exact revenge on me? For what?

All I can tell you
is he's coming to Washington.

-But who hired him? Mr. Kaplan?
-No.

Kate may be targeting people
around you, but not you.

Someone else put him up to this.

Unfortunately,
I'm in no position to help.

-Where are you?
-Not there.

You need to take this to Cooper.

-Are you sure?
-I spent 30 years...

...building an intelligence network
of spies, informants, patriots, traitors.

I've used it to build an empire
that exists for only two reasons:

To keep me free and you safe.

Elizabeth, I may not be there.

But I have eyes and ears everywhere.

And they tell me,
the Debt Collector is coming for you...

...which means
he's the next Blacklister.

The Debt Collector is an avenging
angel who's hired to exact poetic revenge.

His terms are simple.
Whatever the crime...

...he exacts
an equal measure of punishment.

A pound of flesh.
An extralegal way to even the score.

I'll assign detail to your apartment.

Did Reddington have a lead?

Just a 15-year-old murder story
about a senator's daughter...

...who bought cocaine
laced with ketamine.

Ultimately, she passed out on the beach
and drowned when the tide came in.

Reddington says the senator hired
the Debt Collector to get revenge.

Against the kid who sold her the drugs.

Tyler Obermeir.

Story has it the senator wanted him
to die exactly like his daughter did.

-You need to contact the senator.
-I tried. He died last year.

-What about the dealer?
-Tyler's body was never found.

You said the senator wanted the
dealer to die the way his daughter died?

-Yeah, so?
-So...

...exactly, where did she die?

Long Beach. Under the pier.

Alert local authorities.
Tell them to start digging.

-Any news on Ressler?
-Getting out on O.R. Gonna pick him up.

I shot a Secret Service agent.

You'd been drugged. Manipulated.

Well, there's a defense for you.
I mean, "I'm sorry, Your Honor.

-But he was manipulated."
-You were.

And Dr. Krilov's in custody, negotiating
immunity for info about his patients.

The truth will come out,
and you won't be charged.

In the meantime, you're off active duty,
which is what Kaplan intended.

Picking off another Reddington loyalist.

I'm loyal to the task force.

I know, which is why this
terrible situation may have a silver lining.

-Gale.
-You're free to work with him.

He thinks Reddington's
feeding Keen intel on criminals.

That in exchange,
she's keeping him a step ahead of us.

And you need to keep it that way.

-What do we got?
-One hell of an informant is what you got.

Whoever tipped you two
had incredible specifics.

Fifteen years later,
it's a miracle we found anything.

The body hasn't decomposed.

Desiccation must
have slowed the decay.

Airtight, he mummified.

Tyler M. Obermeir. 140 Edgewood
Avenue. Bridgehampton, New York.

After all this time, think toxicology
could give us anything on the killer?

I'm gonna be able to tell you
what this guy ate.

But it's gonna take time.

-How long?
-Two weeks.

Ten days if we throw everything
we got at it.

Elizabeth, tell me something good.

We found Tyler Obermeir, but even if
toxicology can tell us something about...

...this Debt Collector,
it's gonna take some time.

-We don't have time.
-Medical examiner said two weeks.

Elizabeth, you can flip through
every Rolodex at the Bureau...

...but when it comes to matters
of death and necropsy...

...there is one technician with gifts
that simply cannot be matched.

How did you get this number?

Kate, I need your services.

-Said the spider to the fly.
-I wish I were that clever.

This is for Elizabeth.
I need you to look at a body.

Okay, Mr. Cooper, are you ready?

Okay. Here we go.

Raymond notified me that the Bureau
may require my assistance.

You're wanted for crimes
ranging from kidnapping to murder.

We're not offering you a deal
for your assistance.

Understood. You're targeting me
because I'm targeting Raymond.

-You targeted Ressler.
-Collateral damage.

To get to Raymond, I may need
to get to his enablers, including you.

-Hello. Good to see you.
-I know you have good intentions.

But you've gotta stop.
I don't need your help.

If that were true, we wouldn't be having
this conversation, would we?

The body, tell me about him.

He was murdered by the man
we believe is hunting Agent Keen.

We're hoping the victim or trace evidence
on the victim may lead to his capture.

I'll examine the body under terms and
conditions that guarantee my freedom.

I can't very well protect Elizabeth
from prison.

I don't need your protection.

You do know why you're being hunted
by the Debt Collector, don't you?

No, do you?

It's because you're in Raymond's life.

As long as you are,
killers will be in yours.

What are your terms and conditions?

I need you to dead drop the body.

Dead drop a corpse?

Sounds fun, doesn't it?

Here's what you're gonna do.

The corpse will be transported to a
warehouse near the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

Once on site,
you will be inspected by my people.

-You have people?
-Once they're confident we're good...

...they'll transport the body
and are not to be followed.

Stay with them. Get me HRT.

If the transport goes as expected...

...the body will be delivered
to me for examination.

They stopped under the expressway.

Rodney and Meeker,
they're making some swap.

Stay with that truck.

If I find something,
when I find something, I will report that.

Roll out HRT.
We breach on my command.

It's a decoy.

This coffin has a false bottom.

The body never left the drop point.

Thank you. You can leave us.

New digs. Nice.

You get tired of the ice rink?

The crime scene's officially processed.

But these bodies, they're talking to me.
Wanna know what they're saying?

You tell me. You're the ghost whisperer.

They're saying that
Reddington is untouchable.

I mean-- These were powerful people,
Donnie, yet...

...they're all here. Why?

Because they crossed Reddington.

Because they informed on him.
Because they--

They actually thought
that they could defy him.

Now the living....

The living are telling
a whole different story.

This is about Keen helping him.
That's not a story.

I mean, that's a fairytale.

I know you don't want that
to be true about Keen or any other agent.

Neither do I.

Especially after everything that we did
trying to bring down Reddington.

But I'm not talking about Keen.

I'm talking Reddington's cleaner.

She unearthed 86 of his victims, 86.

You know what that tells me?
That she thinks he's touchable.

And if she thinks he's touchable...

...I'm willing to bet others do as well.

Let's find out, Donnie. Come on.

-Where we going?
-Hey, were you gone?

-I feel like you were gone.
-Things got crazy on another case.

Crazier than an ice skating rink
full of dead bodies?

I got brainwashed into think that...

...the president's
national security advisor had...

...kidnapped an eyewitness
to the murder she committed.

Brainwashing, huh?

Come on.

-Where we going?
-Federal building.

-An appointment with Marvin Gerard.
-Reddington's lawyer.

-How'd you know that?
-How many years did we track him for?

Line two.

Were you able to find anything?

I was. The man you're looking for
is Edgar Grant.

Did you pull a print or find blood?

Grant was too careful for that.

He left no trace. He did everything
to make sure the body was never found.

Which is how I found him.

-Zeolite.
-Zeolite?

Mr. Obermeir died of suffocation,
which tells us nothing.

The tell is in how he was buried.

Zeolite absorbed the odors
from the decaying body...

...which is why he wasn't found.

Zeolite is commonly used to control odors
in hospitals and schools.

Get a list of schools
and facilities in the area.

-You don't need a list.
-Why?

Grant works at Horizon Middle School
in Fairfax County.

I suppose you're gonna tell us
what he does.

He's a janitor.

I ran the Long Beach police logs
the night Obermeir vanished...

...and it turns out a pickup truck
was cited for a broken taillight...

...four blocks
from where Obermeir was found.

Let me guess. The driver was a janitor
named Edgar Grant.

Get a last known address.
Navabi, Keen, get there.

Not Elizabeth.
The Debt Collector's looking for her.

She's right. It's dangerous.

-I wanna be in the field.
-I know.

But you should be at the safehouse.

We'll notify you
when we have Grant in custody.

We have agents at the school now.

He's not there,
and he didn't show up for work today.

Have any idea where he might be
or how to reach him?

Edgar's working late.
There's a dance at the school tonight.

Is my husband in some kind of trouble?

Agent Navabi.

What's in here, Mrs. Grant?

-Edgar's antiques.
-Antiques?

He's a collector.

Garage and estate sales.

I swear, he dillydallies. His workshop.

Edgar says
the collection's quite valuable.

-Hey, it's me. Is everything okay?
-Under control.

Red's people took Agnes
and her nanny to the safehouse.

I'm headed there now.
I just have to pack a bag.

-What's going on?
-We found his place.

This guy, Liz,
he's a special kind of strange.

Take photos. I wanna see everything.

Hey, let me call you back
when I get to the safehouse. Bye.

Don't move.

Just be still.

I'd like to ask you to turn around.

Very slowly.

That's it.

-Reddington.
-It's true. Agnes is safe with my people.

But it appears the Debt Collector
grabbed Elizabeth before she made it.

We're getting the word out.
Local and federal.

How'd this happen?
Thought you were protecting her.

-So did I.
-It had to be Kaplan.

She must have hired the Debt Collector
and told him where to find Keen...

...which makes no sense.
She helped us to identify a suspect.

His name is Edgar Grant.
A janitor at a public middle school.

-Do you have him?
-No...

...but Navabi and a TAC team
are at his home.

I don't believe Kaplan is behind this.

We're not seeing the whole picture.

Find your suspect and do it fast
before he collects on...

...whatever debt
Elizabeth allegedly has.

-Where are you?
-Traveling.

I'll do what I can,
but my reach is limited.

You need to find Elizabeth, Harold.

Listen to me, Edgar.

That's your name, isn't it?

Edgar Grant?

How do you know that?

The FBI raided your house this morning.
So if you hurt me...

...you'll only make it worse for yourself
and your family when you're arrested.

-Why you doing this? You don't know me.
-I'm a debt collector.

My client wants what you owe him,
and he hired me to make you pay.

-Who?
-Your old friend.

Tyson Pryor.

Tyson Pryor is in prison.

-Why would you wanna help him?
-Like I said, it's my job.

Things got a little rough
for Mr. Pryor in prison.

His face got disfigured
because of a faulty deep fryer...

...while he's doing kitchen duty.

So that's my fault?

He wants to kill me because
he had a rough go inside?

Kill you?
Nobody said anything about killing.

My instructions
were not to harm a hair...

...on your pretty little head...

...until he's present.

So it's him.
Edgar Grant is the Debt Collector.

Definitely. He keeps the items
he's collected in his basement...

...along with detailed specs
on each object.

A pair of hands taken from a man
who physically abused his wife.

An eye from a witness
who supposedly made a false ID.

-It's all body parts?
-No.

Paintings, cash. He doesn't give what
he takes to the person who hired him.

He keeps them for himself.
What they get is revenge.

Satisfaction of knowing that
their debt has been repaid.

Agent Navabi, you asked about
anything relating to Elizabeth Keen?

I think we might have something.

Please tell me it's something
we can use to track this guy.

No, not him.

But maybe this psycho
who hired him to grab Liz.

What do we know about Tyson Pryor?

In 2012, eight envelopes were sent and
delivered by the U.S. Postal Service...

...to the president of eight universities.

Inside the envelopes
were blank pages...

...and highly lethal doses of anthrax.

Yeah, I remember.
It was a huge news story.

Three of the targeted were killed.

Three more spent time
in intensive care but survived.

Bureau launched a manhunt for
the individual or individuals responsible.

Ultimately, the case was solved
by a young FBI profiler...

-...who was on the New York Psych Unit.
-Liz.

Keen's profile led to the arrest
of one Tyson Pryor.

A sociology professor at one of the
schools who was angry at his president...

-...because he was denied tenure.
-He was sentenced to life.

He was, but according to the Bureau
of Prisons, he has terminal cancer.

Pryor was granted release
to a hospice in Baltimore two weeks ago.

That's why he hired the Debt Collector,
to get revenge before he dies.

Navabi, get to Pryor.

He's gotta know a way to find this guy.

Mr. Gerard,
I'm Special Agent Julian Gale.

This is Special Agent Ressler.

Yes. Agent Ressler.

Wait, wait. You two know each other?

Well, Donald was the public face
of the manhunt for Raymond.

When he was on the run
with Elizabeth Keen.

Everyone in my world
knows Donald Ressler.

-We're here to make a deal with you.
-Well, if there's a deal to make...

...I'll make it with Agent Ressler.

Yeah, that's not happening.

During the manhunt,
I watched Agent Ressler's press briefings.

He was smug, arrogant...

...and professional.

You, my friend,
just seem smug and arrogant.

-You may go.
-Listen, pal.

You don't get to decide
who stays, who goes.

Nope. Only whether to talk or not.

Well, I'll just be right outside then.

Have a nice chat, Mr. Gerard.

-Seemed to go well.
-What was that?

-He doesn't know.
-Clearly, you wanna keep it that way.

Which is why there
is a deal to be made.

You get me out,
and I keep my mouth shut.

A deal requires that you talk.

No. A deal requires that I cooperate...

...which in this case means not to talk.

So if we say no, what are you gonna,
betray Reddington? No way.

When it comes to self-preservation...

...there is only one person
that I am more devoted to than Raymond.

And you're looking at him.

My freedom for my silence...

...or I tell Agent Gale...

...the truth about why
you and I are such great pals.

I did what you requested, Raymond.
The FBI has my findings.

She's gone, Kate.
Elizabeth's been taken.

-How?
-You tell me. Her home was breached.

Whatever our issues...

-...please tell me--
-If she's in danger...

...you know it's not me.

You may not have ordered her taken,
but because of you, I am here.

-If Elizabeth is harmed because of this--
-I gave the FBI a name.

Yes, Edgar Grant, and the FBI
is doing everything they can.

But he's already got her.
Whatever it takes...

...whatever you need,
this conflict of ours can wait.

Goodbye, Raymond.

Please, I assure you,
none of this is necessary.

Tyson Pryor has killed a number
of people already. I need you to stay here.

FBI.

Put your hands in the air,
and turn around slowly.

You're having doubts.

I am.

I haven't loved many people in my life.

Kate is one of them.

You know, as much as her betrayal
hurt me, what really hurt was...

...knowing what I would have to do
in response.

She was wrong to think
Elizabeth and her child were safer...

...without me in their lives,
but in the end, she was....

She did what she did out of love...

...for the little girl
she swore to protect. What...

...seems like a lifetime ago.

It broke my heart...

...that day in the woods...

...hearing the gunshot...

...leaving her behind.

Right or wrong,
it was between you and her.

This war she started must stop.

Kate must be stopped.

I agree.

I'm just not at all sure of the right way.

And depending on the way,
whether I'd be up to it.

I need to look her in the face
and see if I still recognize her.

Raymond, she has gone too far.

All to prove that you have gone too far.

She can't see what she's become.

What if I'm the one who can't see?

No, Raymond.

Remember why you surrendered
yourself to the FBI in the first place.

Remember what all of this was about.

You can't give up now.

You can't let Kate destroy everything
that gives you purpose.

Our work is not yet done.

I loved Kate too.

But it's time to end this.

Stop it.

Stop her.

I got nothing.

-You tell him he could walk?
-Yeah.

Keys to the kingdom,
and he says no deal.

He won't talk.

-Is that a fact?
-Don't believe me? Wanna talk to him?

I'd love to,
except he insisted on talking to you...

...alone.

What are you suggesting here, Julian?

I'm suggesting the two of you
know each other.

-What are you, nuts?
-Nuts or...

...am I just blind
to what's in front of me?

Don't go there.

When I mentioned
Reddington's cleaner...

...you knew it was a woman.

You were Keen's partner.

Let me ask you something.

-Where did you disappear to?
-I was working a case.

Right, right, right.
You were brainwashed, right?

I mean, is that really your cover story--

-That's the story. Okay, Julian?
-Yeah.

I shot a Secret Service agent because
of it. They've been holding me.

That's where I've been.

Do not doubt me.

Ever.

You got that?

Loud and clear.

Elizabeth Keen, where is she?

Burning in hell for all I care.

-Who are you?
-Part of a team that doesn't exist...

...which makes you
a very unlucky man, Mr. Pryor.

Because I can do...

...whatever I want in this room.

No one will stop me.

Lady, I just got out of prison
two weeks ago.

Where you were overheard
swearing revenge on Elizabeth.

Every day to anybody
who would listen.

They put me
in maximum security prison.

Do you know what they do
to guys who look like me?

I'm nothing but busted parts
thanks to that woman.

Which explains why you had
her abducted. Now where is she?

Keen's been taken?

I thought the sky
looked bluer this morning.

You can drop the act, Tyson.

We found this in the home
of the man you hired.

Detailed correspondence between you
and a man known as the Debt Collector.

Proof that you paid him
to abduct Keen.

Well, I don't know what that is,
but it ain't proof.

-Because I didn't do noth--
-Where did he take her?

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

-Where is she?
-How would I get money for a computer?

Much less, a hit man.

I got a wife, you know.

Joyce. She was a dancer.

Until a drunk driver hit her
and took her legs.

Six years
for aggravated vehicular assault.

Out in four for good behavior.

Don't seem fair now, does it?

Let me guess, you killed him.

No, no, no.

When that trucker got paroled,
I tied him up...

...pounded his legs into meat
with a sledgehammer.

Recompense.

So you see yourself as a crusader?

Oh, heavens no.
I'm a sociopath, clearly.

It turns out I enjoy inflicting pain,
and I'm very good at it.

But there's not really a market
for open sadism.

Crimes of revenge on the other hand...

...now there's a gold mine.

And Tyson Pryor...

...he's gonna get his money's worth.

-Can I help you?
-Ms. Brady Boatright.

I'm here to sub sixth grade,
I believe.

Come on in. Sign in at the office.

Yeah, I posted it,
and I'm not taking it down.

-Ike, she's super upset.
-What do I care? Not my problem.

Please delete the post.
She said she's not coming back to school.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

I'm so sorry.

Young man. Young man.

Cyberbullying is grounds for expulsion.

-I didn't do anything.
-You're gonna take that post down.

What are you gonna do?
Send me to the principal?

No, son.
I'm gonna send you to the morgue.

Delete the post.

Do it.

Hey, looks like the gang's all here.

Come on.

I know where the Debt Collector's
taking her.

Have you called Harold Cooper?

To arrest me? No. They've already
double-crossed me once today.

Then call my people.

Your people will kill me on sight.

Pryor? Where are you?

I got a young lady here
who's dying to get reacquainted.

-There you go.
-We're talking about Elizabeth.

I guarantee you won't be harmed.

I'm closer than your people and the FBI.
I'm handling this myself.

-If something goes wrong--
-You'll what?

Shoot me again?

Please be careful, Kate.

-No need for alarm, Edgar.
-Who are you?

Where's Tyson Pryor?

I'm sorry to have misled you,
but Tyson Pryor didn't hire you.

I did.

Hello, Elizabeth.

Sir, I could be wrong, but I think
I might know where Agent Keen is.

Some kids at Horizon
reported seeing a woman...

...matching Mr. Kaplan's description.
She was holding a key that said...

...Troop 14441.

And their old cabin
is on Johnson Lake.

Get me
the local authorities on the line.

Who are you?

What do you want?

From you?

-Nothing.
-This is all about getting to Kaplan.

Yes. By taking advantage
of her love for you.

The only emotion powerful enough
to get her to...

...set aside the rage that consumes her.

A rage that I'm not sure...

...she'll ever recover from.

I didn't hurt her.

That must have been
dissatisfying for you.

You're a glutton for vengeance.

I understand.

There's almost nothing
as satisfying as revenge.

Wanting someone to hurt
because you hurt.

An eye for an eye.

Feels like God's work.

Until you realize there is no God...

...and you've committed sins
for which there is no absolution.

I just did what you asked.
Nothing more.

Word to the wise before
you embark on a journey of revenge...

...dig two graves.

Confucius. Stunningly applicable
even after all these years.

Two graves?

Is the other one for you or for Kaplan?

Neither, I hope.

That's up to her.

ID'ed all but six of the John Does.
Nice work.

I guess being a monomaniacal prick
has its benefits.

You're all that
except the monomaniacal part.

-Ressler.
-Liz is in trouble.

-Talk to me.
-I know where she is. Got backup.

But you need to be there.
Forget the suspension.

Look, just text me the address,
all right?

It's....

-It's another case.
-Don't have to explain.

What I said before, I didn't mean it. No
one's worked harder to find Reddington.

I'm sorry.

-Forget about it. It's all good.
-All right.

You lied.

You said you were trapped
in steerage on a ship.

I thought I was...

...until I was able to trade
my last supply routes in the Balkans...

...for a ride on Prince Hajjar's jet.

You had me kidnapped.

-You put Agnes at risk.
-Agnes was never at risk.

And I gave explicit instructions
you were not to be harmed in any way.

Untie me.

I said untie me.

I wish I could.

She's on her way here now
thinking she's gonna save me.

-I assume so, yes.
-And you're gonna kill her.

As I said, that's entirely up to her.
I wanna believe there's another way.

After everything that's happened?

What could she possibly say
to convince you?

She doesn't have to convince me.

You already did that.

But for a war to end, both sides
have to be willing to find peace.

And up until now...

...it seems Kate has believed
the only satisfactory outcome...

...would be if one of us dies.

If that's true, it has to be her.

She's here.

Reddington, don't do this.

Thank you for coming, Cliff.
We believe Elizabeth's inside.

One unsub, likely armed.

The men are in position.

She brought a lot of backup.
This gonna be a problem?

No, sir.
This will not be a problem. Over.

There has to be another way.

-Please. Don't do this.
-We move quickly.

Two men from the south.
Two from the north.

I count five body men plus our Betty.

Betty's on the move.

I can take the two
at Betty's six and nine from my perch.

-Ricardo?
-Copy that.

-I can take the one at her one and three.
-On my command...

...fire only if you have a clean shot.
Remember she is not to be harmed.

Kaplan, no. It's a trap.

Raymond.

We've been set up.

I got eyes on a grass man,
60 yards out.

There's another
on our wing to the south.

No. Don't shoot.

I'm made.
I can take one shot. Maybe two.

-On your ready.
-Hold.

Repeat. I can take the Betty now.

-Now one shot.
-No. Hold.

They've got overwatch.

-I count three.
-Everyone, hold your positions.

Hello, Raymond.

Said the fly to the spider.

We go where our hearts take us.
Yours took you to Elizabeth.

And yours kidnapped her.

Thank you, Raymond, for proving
my point better than I ever could.

You underestimate yourself, Kate.

The deaths you've caused
in the name of crippling me...

...have been more than adequate
to prove what you've become.

I've watched you hold Elizabeth
emotionally hostage.

I never thought you'd hold her
physically hostage, as well.

I wanted her here to bear witness.

I regret any hardship it caused her,
but I believe in the end...

...she'll agree it's a small price
to pay for the truth.

I was your friend.

I protected you.

I comforted you.

I loved you.

The truth....

This is the truth.

And it came
at an excruciatingly high price.

What he did is indefensible.

But it's done. And it can't be changed.

What matters is now. The truth today.

And that is Reddington
has given me his word...

...that he can coexist with you.

Will you give me your word
that you can coexist with him?

No.

Because I can't.

FBI. Hands in the air.

There are snipers in the trees.
I count at least two.

Bring them out. Do it. Both of you.

I'll show you mine
if she'll show you hers.

-The Debt Collector.
-Is dead.

Reddington hired him to lure her out.

I gave you 86 victims,
and you're arresting me.

I don't know what to say.

Because you've already said it, dearie.

When you called out to warn me.

To protect me.

From him.

Stop. Don't shoot.

Stand down, stand down.

-Any sign of Kate?
-Nothing yet.

A search party is still on site.

You let her get away.

I couldn't stop her.

Well, you heard it yourself. Her truth.

That we cannot coexist.

We ran the ballistics.

Kaplan's men didn't take that shot.

So we have a new actor in the mix.

Hey, Donnie.

So?

-Any luck on that case you mentioned?
-No.

Two steps forward and three back.

I know exactly how that feels.

A new actor.

How is that even possible?

Nobody knew
you were at that cabin.

No.

That's what makes our mystery guest
so intriguing.

I know Mr. Kaplan said that
the two of you can't coexist. That....

That was her truth,
but I still hope it can change.

I have found in my experience
people rarely change.

And when they do...

...they're not to be trusted.