All language subtitles for The Blacklist S02E16 E

Previously on The Blacklist...

You said that you were
on official business

when you encountered
Mr. Ames on the ship the Phoenix.

You're the target of
a federal murder investigation.

Do you really think the best choice
at this point is to shut me out?

I strongly advise, you do not
commit perjury to protect her.

You ask me a question and I answer it.

Are we finished?

A discharged bullet found at the scene,

it's a match to Agent Keen's firearm.

Let's talk about Tom Keen.

My ex-husband is dead.

I just need to go back in, okay?

- I don't care what it is. I'll take anything.
- How's your German?

You trained him
to ba deep-cover operative.

It's all he's ever done.

When one operation ends, he
comes back to you for another.

What do you want?

I want Tom Keen.

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You know what that is?

Looks like a bullet.

It's your bullet.

A forensics team

pried it from the floorboards
of the Phoenix.

Ballistics matched it
to your FBI-issued 9mm.

There's more.

The crime lab

found trace amounts of blood
belonging to Samuel Aleko.

Here's the report.
See for yourself.

Why are you showing me this?

Because it contradicts every word

that's come out of your mouth
since you walked in here.

Because, at a minimum,

it is direct evidence of your perjury,

and I'm trying to decide

if it should be exhibit A
in your murder trial.

You made it very clear

you never saw Samuel Aleko
on the Phoenix.

I suppose shooting the man
must have slipped your mind.

I sat right here and told you
exactly what happened.

Maybe Wilcox is fabricating
evidence to support his case.

You know my record, Agent Keen.

There's no love lost between me
and the federal government.

That said, I do recognize

that exceptional measures
are sometimes required

to preserve our security.

Talk to me.

Enough lies.

I see.

Well, in that case, you really
leave me no alternative.

I can't shield your actions
in the name of national security

if you insist on concealing
the truth of those actions.

I did not kill Eugene Ames.

That's the only truth you need to know.

Well, a jury may feel differently.

And something tells me
we're about to find out.

We're done.

I'll issue my ruling in the morning.

Die Entrechteten.

Really, Aram.

These misanthropes
have been on my radar for years.

The FBI must have some kind of file.

No. We do. I'm just finalizing
some of the translations.

Just a few more seconds.

I'm sorry. I admit
I don't quite follow this plan.

Agent Keen is facing an indictment

for a murder she didn't commit.

I've found us a lead on the whereabouts

of the one man who can exonerate her...

Tom Keen.

Wait... what?

Tom Keen is dead.

He was shot and killed months ago.

No. Agent Keen shot him,
but she didn't kill him.

In what may be

Agent Keen's single greatest
lapse in judgment,

she saved the imposter

pretending to be her devoted husband,

opting, instead, to hold him captive

in the rusty hull of an abandoned ship.

Please tell me you made that up.

The harbormaster found Tom.

He was gonna go to the police,

so Tom killed him to keep Liz
from going to prison.

That is...

Insane?

I was going to say
"extremely romantic."

If we can bring Tom back

and get denner to realize
that Tom killed Eugene Ames,

then maybe we can still
stop Liz from being indicted.

Okay. Here we go.

According to our assets in
Dresden, you are looking at

the leadership structure
of Die Entrechteten.

What the hell does that mean?

"The Disenfranchised."

They may look like common street thugs,

but don't underestimate
their authority.

They're racists
masquerading as patriots.

"Germany for Germans."

On the surface, they're
all about anti-immigration

and preservation of the Aryan race,

but look a little deeper,
and you'll find they care

far less about white power
than they do about white powder.

They're drug dealers?

Among the most ruthless in Europe.

Somewhere along the line,
they realized that keeping

German neighborhoods white
is more than politics.

It's economics.

These guys are fighting a street war.

Interpol estimates at least a dozen

drug-related homicides
in the last year alone.

You're telling me that Tom Keen,

the four-eyes who taught third
grade, is walking into that?

How do we find him?

I can check, but I don't think

we have any friends on the inside.

I do.

- I'm coming with you.
- No, you're not.

She's my partner,
and you might need a hand

from this side of the law
to clear her name.

You open your mouth,
Donald, and hay flies out.

You look and feel and smell like cop.

You are what you are.
It's admirable.

But this is my world,
and you're a tourist.

You blink wrong, we are both dead

and your partner goes to prison.

I'll keep my mouth shut
and stay out of the way.

What's going on?

Agent Ressler and I

were just discussing
travel arrangements.

What are you doing here?

We found Tom.

We're gonna make him come back,

tell the judge that you're innocent.

Can we talk?

What are you doing?

Whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Finding Tom will not keep me safe.

I lied to the court.

We can handle the perjury count.

It's the murder charge
I'd like to avoid.

How?

Judge Denner's right.
I covered it up.

At the very least,
I'm an accessory after the fact.

Listen to me.

Juries care about intent.

You didn't intend
to kill the harbormaster.

That was Tom's decision.

Right now, that judge
may think you're guilty,

and it's not easy to let a
cold-blooded killer go free,

even in the name of national security.

But a cold-blooded killer
you are not.

If we can prove Tom is responsible,

it might just tip the scales.

It's my fault. I never
should have put him there.

He'll go to prison for the rest
of his life because of me.

One step at a time, Lizzy.

He's not gonna come back.

He will.

This journey we're on
isn't over just yet.

You may have given up on us,
but I haven't.

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Ruddiger!

I heard the good news!

Good news?
I'm in rehab.

Precisely.

It requires a great deal of
courage and intestinal fortitude

for a man to take
that first step toward sobriety.

I couldn't do it myself.

It was court-ordered.

I got drunk and crashed
my daughter's Passat.

She'll never speak to me again.

What's the ninth step, again?

Make amends to those you harmed?

What do you want?

You do any business
with Die Entrechteten?

No.

But I do know others who have.

Arms dealer name of Kohl.

Splendid.

Perhaps you could put me
in touch with him.

You best try a ouija board.

He was assassinated...
shot dead in his car.

They do business now
with an Austrian...

Becker, I think.

Since when did a pack of
stuempers like Die Entrechteten

get access to military hardware?

Word is they recruited a new boy.

They're looking for F2000 machine guns.

You know where or when?

No.

But if you wire some cash
into my patient account,

they'll let me use the phone.

I'll ask around.

- Thank you, Max.
- Yeah.

And remember...
one day at a time, pal.

So, the man we're looking for
is a Franz Becker?

The holiest man I've ever seen.

What church?

God, no.

I mean he is literally
covered in holes.

Every square inch of the man
is pierced.

It's impressive.

That's who you think
Tom reached out to?

That's who I would reach out to.

Unfortunately, Tom and I
share some propensities.

Whatever you think you know
about Tom Keen, forget it.

The bookish
elementary-school teacher

was a masterful illusion.

The man is an extremely talented
covert operative.

I'm not surprised he convinced you

that his persona was real.

Once he takes on a new identity,
he convinces himself.

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Women's dresses.

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Women's dresses, huh?

Yes, Jeff, I understand
you're my financial planner,

but I'm not
asking for your advice on this.

I just need you to do it.

Jeff, of course I know
it's a lot of money.

Thank you.

You have the routing number?

No, I want the account closed
and the money transferred today.

Thanks again.

Sir, I was just coming...

I perjured myself.

I told the judge
that you were on that ship

for official business, under oath.

I've crossed my share of lines
in this job,

but I always told myself
that wouldn't be one of them.

Of course you know that.
You were counting on it.

Sir...

I made it clear that I would not
lie to the court,

I ordered you
not to put me in that position,

and you intentionally did exactly that.

I'm sorry, sir.
I never wanted...

That is exactly what you wanted!
Damn it, Keen! Grow up!

You want to play the angles?

You want to leverage
your friends and colleagues,

at least have the decency to admit it.

I'm not sorry for what I did,

but I am sorry that it had to be done.

I wanted Berlin dead.

I wanted him to pay for what he did

to Meera, to you, to all of us.

I brought Tom to that ship for us.

I don't regret it,

and I'm not gonna lay down
and quietly go to prison for it.

Can you even hear yourself, Agent Keen?

You held another human being captive.

You set in motion a chain of events

that cost an innocent man his life.

What you did wasn't right.
It wasn't necessary.

It was a crime...

way outside the lines
of what we stand for.

I came in here to say that
I don't recognize you anymore.

But after what I did today,
the truth is,

I don't recognize myself.

Sir, you're bleeding.

Are you all right?

I-I'm fine.

Oh! Sir!

I need help in here!

So, it's ink now.

My goodness, Franz.

As if you hadn't found enough ways

to decorate that pink hide of yours.

Hello, Red.

You know,

Freud hypothesized that tattoos
are a defense mechanism,

a way of externalizing
some internal trauma.

So tell me...
what secret pain are you hiding

beneath that already crowded exterior?

Dude, I just like tattoos.

I thought perhaps
it had something to do

with that recent snafu at the airport.

I heard about what happened
with your shipment.

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What do you want, Red?

A quiet place next to a lovely stream

where I can watch things float by...

someday.

But I do have a certain sway

with the appropriate
German authorities.

I can get your shipment
released from customs.

This is very kind of you.

What's the catch?

In exchange for getting
your weapons released,

I keep 35% of the shipment...
a transaction fee.

Red, those weapons aren't mine.

They're earmarked for a client.

I'm about to close with another broker

to replace the shipment.

That'll cost you dearly.

I'm supposed to make delivery tonight.

And those aren't the kind of
guys you want to piss off.

My evening's wide open.

And there's nothing I appreciate
more than customer service.

It appears we're partners, Franz.

So, just sit back
and let that tattoo dry or set

or whatever the hell it is tattoos do,

and I'll handle the negotiations
on our behalf.

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Dr. Harper.
I'm Agent Keen.

I was with Director Cooper
when he was brought in.

You were present for the seizure?

Yes, is that what that was?
He seemed fine,

- and then all of a sudden, his nose...
- Liz.

- Oh, my God.
- Charlene.

Where is he?
W-what are they saying?

This is Dr. Harper.
This is Mrs. Cooper.

Mrs. Cooper, your husband's
being evaluated as we speak.

Is he conscious?

I'm afraid not, but it's still early.

It appears your husband experienced

a rather significant seizure

that may be due to his condition,

or his condition exacerbated
by a high level of stress.

He was with me.

We were arguing.

But he's okay?

I mean, he will be okay?

Mrs. Cooper, I wish
I could be more specific.

But, as I said, it's still early.

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What the hell are you doing here?

I know you were expecting Franz Becker.

But Franz and his men

ran into some unexpected
turbulence at the airport.

Turn your car around
and get out of here.

I can't do that.
Elizabeth is in trouble.

Are you listening?

You're gonna get us all killed.

She's about to be indicted
for the harbormaster's murder.

You need to come back with us.

That's not happening.

Tell her she's on her own.

You're damn right there's a problem.

Elias, my name is Raymond Reddington.

At the risk of sounding immodest,

perhaps my reputation precedes me.

Reddington.
I know who you are.

Wonderful!

Here's the problem as I see it.

You were expecting
a shipment of weapons

from an Austrian dealer
named Franz Becker.

Unfortunately, that shipment
was recently seized

by the Bundespolizei.

If you'd like
to have your men confirm that

before we proceed, I won't be offended.

Let's assume I believe you.

Let's assume also you're
going somewhere with this.

I am.

It turns out,

dear Franzie's the subject
of a BMI investigation.

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You ordered guns from a trafficker

who has been under heavy surveillance

for the last two months.

I'm offering the same goods
for the same price.

I'm listening.

There is, however, one small
matter to tidy up first.

This one... he brokered the deal
with Franzie.

That means either, one, he has
exceptionally poor judgment

or, two, he's working
with the German authorities.

I'm not enamored with either scenario.

Elias...

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That's because I am a cop.

He's not just a cop.

He's with the FBI's
Counterterrorism Task Force,

and he's on my payroll.

How do you think we know
your guy's under investigation?

Elias.

Give him to me.

I'll bleed him
for whatever intelligence he has

and then eliminate the problem.

Or maybe I just
take him out back and shoot him.

Fine!
That works for me.

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We got to go after him.

No. We came to deliver
a message, and we have.

See? That's why
we got the insurance.

Dembe!

Brad! Brad!

I told you she was guilty.
She's getting ready to run.

What is this?

Agent Keen just closed
one of her accounts.

She moved all the money to
an offshore account an hour ago.

It's not illegal
to close an account, Detective.

What's illegal
is monitoring her financials

- without a warrant.
- Please.

Main Justice wants to shut down
our murder investigation

- and we have to play by the rules?
- Yes, we do.

I know you want to solve this, Marty,

but you're taking it
way too personally.

Look, she knows
she's gonna be indicted.

That money
is on its way out of country,

and Agent Keen
is leaving right behind it.

Ressler.

Give me Reddington.

It's him.

You know, they say you can judge a man

by the company he keeps.

Do you have any idea what you just did?

I was in.

Yes.
And now you're out.

You didn't seem inclined

to leave your new friends
willingly, so I had to improvise.

I was on assignment.

I had a contract.

Circumstances change.

Think, Tom.

I'm the one who told you
to go and never come back,

so for me to be responsible
for your return,

you must know I don't have
a comparable option.

No.
I am not going back.

She'll be indicted.

Not just for perjury,

not just for obstruction...
for murder.

The local authorities think
she killed the harbormaster.

She's going to prison.

I'm the only reason
she's not in prison already.

That harbormaster
was gonna call the cops.

Yes, but that's all beside the point.

You know what to do, Tom.

Are you gonna let a crime you
committed to protect Elizabeth

be the reason she goes to jail?

Like you care.

What does that mean?

You are using her.

You have been using her
from the very beginning.

You need her on the outside
so you can keep

your little task force up and running.

I'm glad we had this talk.

I know you'll do the right thing.

Listen to me.
I am gone.

Lizzy did this to herself

the second she threw me in that hole.

I am not going down.

Not for her.

And sure as hell not for you.

Any word?

You really don't have to stay.

Well...

Charlene, the last thing
I want to do is pry,

but Dr. Harper mentioned
his "condition."

Harold's a private man.

Harold has a brain tumor.

Glioblastoma, it's called.

Doctors found it last year

when he was admitted
after being attacked.

They suggested
that he leave the Bureau.

Any undue stress could
exacerbate his illness.

But... but Harold,
that... that job...

It means everything to him.

I'm so sorry.

I had no idea.

The original prognosis
was less than a year.

But we found
this experimental trial program.

By some miracle, Harold was accepted.

They were giving him
some new chemotherapy drug.

We thought it might be
working, but after today...

I'm not so sure.

Liz, you can't say anything.

Please promise me.

Harold is so proud, the idea that

You and the others
feeling sorry for him...

No, I understand.

This stays between us.
You have my word.

Thank you.

I'm collecting signatures for
a get-well card for Mr. Cooper.

"Get well, bitch.
We've got some partying to do"?

Too much?

I just thought...
I mean,

I wanted to make him laugh, you know?

I mean, if it's serious.

Liz called from the hospital.

She did? And is it bad?
It's bad, isn't it?

- Apparently, he's hypoglycemic.
- Low blood sugar?

Worst-case scenario,
he's pre-diabetic.

He'll be fine.

Wow.

Guess I don't need the card anymore.

Did you find Tom?

Yeah, we found him.

Told him what was at stake.
He wasn't moved.

Didn't realize you were
interested in his opinion.

We were interested in his confession.

He made it clear
we weren't gonna get it.

So you went all that way
and you didn't bring him back?

All rise.

I will make this quick.

This whole business started

because the Justice Department
sought to quash

a lawful subpoena issued
to Harold Cooper,

Assistant FBI Director.

Ms. Wright?

Mr. Cooper had
a medical issue, Your Honor.

He's unable to be with us.

Is that right?

Well, do send him my best.

Let him know he's not the only
one sickened by this proceeding.

For the record, I have completed
my in camera assessment

of the Justice Department's position.

Your Honor, before you continue,
may I have a word?

You've made yourself
amply clear, Counsel.

Sidebar, Your Honor?

Denied.

On behalf of the Attorney
General himself, I must insist.

The Attorney General?

Get up here... both of you.

If the Attorney General
is so interested

in what goes on in my courtroom,

- he can come down here and tell me himself.
- He will.

Maybe not in person,
but I've been informed

a representative will be here shortly.

Too little, too late.

I'm asking the court
to withhold any ruling

until the AG's rep has been afforded...

Denied.

Look at my face, Ms. Wright.

Get as close as you feel is necessary

to understand what I'm saying.

Denied.

Your Honor.

What is it?

We have a situation in the corridor.

"A situation"?
What the hell does that mean?

There's someone out there
demanding that he speak with you.

He says he's the killer.

I see.

Well, then,
I guess you should bring him in.

The officer informs me

that you have confessed
to the murder of Eugene Ames.

Tom?

Yes.

And you are?

My name is Tom Keen.

Mr. Keen.

I'm so relieved.

Somebody told me you were dead.

Your ex-wife said you were dead.

She said she shot you
in self-defense

when you abducted her for Berlin.

She saved me.

She held you captive
on the boat the Phoenix

to squeeze you for intelligence
about your employer.

Yeah, look.
None of that matters.

All right, the only thing that matters

is that I killed that man.

The guy walked on the wrong ship
at the wrong time.

So you snapped his neck,
just like that.

No.

It took a few seconds.

Why are you telling me all this?

You do realize
what's going to happen to you

as a result of your confession today.

I don't care what happens to me.
I came here for her.

All right, I need you to know

that Elizabeth Keen
would never have hurt...

I don't even remember his name.

His name was Eugene Ames.

I killed Eugene Ames
without Liz's help.

In fact, she tried to stop me.
She begged me not to do it.

Hey. I just saw Charlene.
She said it was okay.

Come in.

From Agent Mojtabai.

Apparently, Aram thought I died.

You might have if you hadn't
missed the corner of my desk

on your way down.

Now, about what you were saying,
our conversation...

- Agent Keen...
- No.

I told you I wouldn't put you
in the position

where you had to lie for me,

and I did, and I am ashamed of that.

I know you believe you were acting

in the interests of the task force.

Doesn't justify it.

I wouldn't even be here
if it weren't for you.

I mean, I certainly
couldn't have survived

the last year and a half without you.

You're the only person
in the world I completely trust.

And to hear you say that
you don't even recognize me...

I'm not upset at you for changing.

After what you've been pulled into,

I-it would be impossible
for you not to.

I'm just...

I'm upset because I don't want to see

the person that I first met,
that good person...

I don't want to see her get lost
in all of it.

The doctor is ready
to discuss the test results.

You know, before today,

I would have said
I had seen everything.

Now I know I haven't seen a damn thing.

Even if what you're saying is true,

Elizabeth Keen still has
a lot to answer for.

Doesn't matter now.

Well, we'll see if your wife agrees

when she's serving felony time
for perjury,

not to mention facing an indictment

for kidnapping,
witness tampering, obstruction.

You can make all that go away.

Prosecution could
still charge her with murder.

I told you she didn't kill anyone.

They will argue that she acted
in concert. She didn't stop you.

She knew that the harbormaster
would contact the police.

She wanted him to die.

At a minimum, she was
an accessory after the fact.

She had no intent.

I was the one
who made the decision to act.

Yeah, so you say.

The harbormaster would have saved you.

- Why kill him?
- To protect her.

The woman you spent the last two
years of your life betraying?

Someone you lied to, spied on,
sold out, and betrayed?

A woman you married as a job?

She held you prisoner!

She wasn't thinking clearly.

I needed to do something,

or she would have gone to prison.

You're in love with her.

I won't even try to express
how twisted that is.

Okay, Mr. Keen, or whatever
the hell your name is.

You want to fall on your sword
for this woman, so be it.

I will recommend that Agent Keen

not be charged
with the murder of Eugene Ames.

But as to the other potential charges,

I'm allowing the grand jury to proceed.

Officers!

Find a seat for Mr. Keen in
the pens until further notice.

Wait! Listen!

I will make a confession.
I will give you a full deal.

But you have to promise me
that you leave Liz out of this.

That deal won't happen.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.
I told Mr. Connolly you were...

It's fine, Rosemary.

Get him out of here.

Well, well, well.

Reven Wright said

that Main Justice would
be sending an attack dog.

You're out of your mind.

I mean, the Beltway's
been saying it for years,

but you really are out of your mind.

Well, in 30 years on the bench,

I've learned their bark
is far worse than their bite.

Not this time.

What did you do, Richard?
What the hell did you do?

I conducted an in camera hearing,

which I have every right to do.

You have no right,
and you damn well know it.

You're not cleared to hear
national security cases.

We have a FISA court for that,

and you're not on it...
period.

You compelled two federal agents
to divulge national secrets

under threat of imminent incarceration.

They violated my order.

To hell with your order!

Your order was a per se violation

of the Espionage Act, the Patriot Act.

Intimidation, threats...

this is the way our government works.

I'm supposed to just take your word

for the fact that this case
involves national security?

That's right.

You're a Superior Court judge, Richard.

This case is so far over your head,

it'd make your nose bleed.

You intentionally accessed
classified intelligence

without authority.

I should have you arrested
right here and now.

Smiling Tommy Connolly.

You always were a smug bastard.

And you were always a paranoid,
self-righteous prick...

Your Honor.

Here's what we're gonna do.

You're gonna quash this subpoena.

And if I don't?

You will.

In everyone's career,
there's a crossroads, Richard...

a moment where what they'll say next

will define their lives,

decide their future.

Is this task force really
that important to you?

I don't know what that is.

And neither do you.

You crossed the line.

I'm willing to move past it.

And who knows?

Maybe one day, when I'm AG,

we'll get you on a real court.

It appears as if
the treatment you were receiving

in the clinical trial

has slowed the growth
of the glioblastoma.

But the seizure?

Chemo drugs are powerful.

They have side effects.

That can include damaged neurons.

My guess is
that's what caused the seizure.

You think it was a side effect
from the medication?

Yes.

And no reflection
on your overall health.

Which you're saying is improving.

This is one test,

and your husband has
a very aggressive illness.

But it does appear as if
we should stay the course.

And you'll be discharged
this afternoon.

Now, we'll continue to monitor
these side effects.

All rise.

Oh, sit down.

The government has shown
nothing but disrespect

for this court's authority,

so spare me the hollow reverence.

Let me be clear.

Government secrecy...

the idea that
the federal government can act,

can surveil, can detail,
can interrogate,

and even kill American citizens

with no oversight or accountability,

with no obligation to present
the people with the evidence

that led to their actions...

that, in my view,

is the gravest threat
to our national security.

It erodes the very foundation
of our great democracy.

This is a system of checks and balances

founded on a separation of powers.

The fact that any federal prosecutor

who utters the magic words,
who invokes national security,

can suppress cases,

can quash subpoenas,
can avoid grand juries...

that offends me!

And so... I'm very glad
that in this matter,

the government has done
the responsible thing

and complied with my request

to review the evidence
supporting its claim.

Having done so...
I am satisfied

that if Assistant Director
Cooper or Agent Keen

were compelled to testify, it
would expose national secrets

and have the potential
to do material damage

to the national interest.

Your Honor!

Let me save you the trouble,
Mr. Markin.

You and I, for all
of our accomplishments,

remain rather small fish in
this deep and dark federal pool.

If that point hasn't already
been made clear to your boss,

I'm sure it will be very shortly.

You can't do this!

A man is dead, a lieutenant
in the Metro PD!

And his death is a tragedy, sir.

Agent Keen, his name was
Lieutenant Eugene Ames.

Never forget it.

And let the good work
you do from this day forward

in some way be a tribute to his memory.

That's it.

You have to live with that.

- You know what you did.
- Marty, let's go.

So... so, t-that's
how it is now, right?

T-the feds
are just above the law.

You know, he was a good man.

And now I have to go out
in that hallway,

and I've got to explain
to his wife and daughter

how there's no justice for a guy

who gave most of his life
in service to this city.

That's enough.

Can't really blame him.

He's playing a game
with less than half the pieces.

Maybe it should have ended.

Maybe he's right.

What's gonna happen to Tom?

Who?

My ex-husband,
Tom Keen?

I never met him.

There's no Tom Keen in federal custody.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's just... we tried.

Missed you in court today, Harold.

I hope everything's all right.

You made it all disappear...
just like that.

Hey, think of it this way.

Most Americans would kill
for that kind of job security.

I didn't think you knew everything

about our little task force.

Learn something every day.

I was serious when I said
I'd be the next AG.

I've been briefed on Reddington...

and a handful of other things

I instantly wished I didn't know.

But that's the gig.

I'm starting to think
maybe the gig is getting old.

So am I.

No.

You don't mean that.

Maybe you're a little dinged up.

But you're still
at the top of your game.

You perjured yourself
for one of your team.

I admit I didn't expect that.

But I sure as hell do respect it.

Guess my principles
aren't what they used to be.

Neither are yours.

That's where you're wrong, buddy.

I never had any principles.

That's why I'm on a rocket to the top.

This thing with Reddington...

it's important.

You've done more since you started

than most of our best
covert units do in a lifetime.

We'd do worse than we did today
to protect it.

♪ but I'm gonna be here
until I'm nothing ♪

♪ but bones in the ground ♪

And hey.

♪ so quiet down ♪

Now I have something
to hold over your head.

Just kidding, buddy.

You have a good night.

The paperwork is complete.

The account has been established
for Mr. Ames' daughter.

You sure you want to do this?

Yes.

And the scholarship, it's...

anonymous, correct?

Yes.
The bank will reach out

and they'll explain everything.

Thank you.

♪ no one worried 'cause
they knew just where I'd be ♪

Now I understand why you sold
the apartment I gave you.

Eugene Ames was 67 years old.

The only reason he was still working

was to get his daughter
through college.

Be careful, Lizzy.

Because the truth of it is,
once you start down this road

there's no logical place to stop.

You can see to her education,
health insurance, housing.

You can watch her...

or have her watched...

keep her safe...

try to ascertain her...
hopes, dreams, desires.

♪ but I am fine
with where I am now ♪

Pull strings, call in favors
to discreetly smooth the path.

And for the first few years,
it may work.

You'll draw some measure of virtue

from being her invisible benefactor.

♪ but you can blame me when
there's no one left to blame ♪

But that won't last.

♪ oh, I don't mind ♪

It's all a fraud.

That it's really not about her at all.

That it's all about you.

And you're just...

going through the motions
to salve your own guilt.

Look, all the money,
all the time and effort,

all the favors in the world

cannot possibly equal
what you took away from her.

Everything else is...

just a nice gesture.

♪ all my life ♪

You knew about Tom...

that if he came back

they'd exonerate him
to protect the task force.

He'd get his life back.

You saved a man you hate...

to save me.

♪ does everything go away? ♪

♪ yeah, everything goes away ♪

♪ but I'm gonna be here
till forever ♪

Keen.

Hey, it's me.

You okay?

Where are you?

Are you okay?

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