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No, Glen, it's fine.

We're already here.

Yes,

it's right up the street
from Cher's hotel.

Yeah. We get the ice,
pick up the diva,

and in a half-hour,

she's serenading Trudy with
if I Could Turn Back Time.

Best retirement party ever.

Yeah. No, Glen.

I told you,
it is what it is.

There's no, all of a sudden,
requesting Half Breed.

All right. Okay,
thank you. Bye.

Yes. Fine.

Do you have any of
the really big bags of ice?

Miss?

Excuse...

Sorry to pry you away from
your text or tweet or "twhatever."

Are you all right?

It wasn't a tweet.
It was... It was an e-mail.

I just... I just got
accepted into college.

Oh, my God!

Dembe! Look!

- Chapel Hill?
- Yeah.

Wow,
congratulations.

Your parents
must be so proud.

Yeah, my father passed last year,
but my mother act...

I actually have to call my mom,
but the ice is in the back.

Thank you.
Congratulations.

Thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

This is a moment that
woman will never forget.

We should buy her
something to celebrate.

I got accepted.

Put the phone down.

Now.

Come on.

Now give me
the money, okay?

Um...

Come on.
Move.

Hey.
No alarms.

Hear me?

What did you do?

- I didn't do anything!
- What did you do?

- I didn't do anything!
- I said no alarms!

Raymond.

Raymond,
we have to go.

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 07 Episode 15

Aired on:
April 17, 2020

Episode Title:
"Gordon Kemp"

You don't
have to do this.

I'm afraid I do, love.

The plan.

Tell me what you remember
about that plan.

- Frank?
- Stop. I need to bring him out.

No! Frank!

What?

You're looking at
the cars again.

What?

There's nothing
out there.

The blue car is back.

Frank!
Frank, stop!

Frank.

- The blue car!
- Frank...

It was back!
It was right there!

Frank, come inside.

Please!

Come on.

Come on.

That's it.

An armed robbery
at a mini mart.

The clerk was shot
and killed.

That's the case...

A shooting
at a mini mart

that left the clerk and one of
the robbers dead at the scene?

Well, there was
only one robber.

The police suspect
he was killed

by an accomplice who wanted
the cash for himself.

They're wrong.

And how do you
know that?

Because I shot him.

We shot him...
Dembe and I.

You were there.

She'd just been
accepted to college.

The girl, Sofia.

Had her whole life
ahead of her.

All the good
and all of the bad.

The triumphs
and mistakes.

Gone.

Like a story erased.

You know how he was killed
because you killed him.

We killed the man who
committed the crime,

but not the man I hold
responsible for it.

And who might that be?

Fine Caliber Arms
International

is a 100-year-old
gun manufacturer

run by Gordon Kemp,

who inherited it from
his father eight years ago

and promptly started making
the FineCal 9.

The gun of choice for
violent young criminals

in Chicago and Atlanta.

And dozens
of other cities.

It's the cheapest 9mm
on the market.

A gun with
no collectible value

except that it's
a readily available,

affordable weapon for
street-level criminals.

So, what, Edward Martell,

a 19-year-old
with a long rap sheet,

murders a clerk
with a FineCal,

and Reddington puts the company
that legally manufactures them

- on the Blacklist?
- Reddington put Kemp

on the Blacklist

because police have seized
more FineCals

than every other semiautomatic
weapon combined,

and Kemp keeps flooding
urban markets with them.

There's been
a local shooting.

Victim had just been
accepted to college.

Press is working that angle,
as well as the rising number

of deaths connected to
the FineCal this year.

Get the team.

I want the narrative
changed.

By lunch!

Reddington holds Kemp
responsible

for the death
of Sofia Salgado.

For some reason,
seeing her die really got to him.

We're supposed to believe
Reddington's after Kemp

because he's
emotionally affected?

Or because
Kemp sells guns?

Mr. Reddington
sells them, too.

Maybe he's targeting
a competitor.

No, as far as
I know,

Reddington only sells
weapons for military use.

Of course, that includes
armed insurrection,

but military nonetheless.

Okay, but he's asking us
to target a company

that's not committing
any crimes.

It's okay to flood high-crime
neighborhoods with cheap guns?

If you want
my personal opinion,

buy me a drink after work
and we'll talk.

Or you can
have my opinion now.

This is a crime problem,
not a gun problem.

The Task Force
investigates crimes,

not legal conduct
we disagree with.

It's a crime to knowingly
sell a gun to a criminal.

Does Reddington have
a good-faith basis

to believe that's what
Kemp is doing?

Maybe. He gave me
a lead on the man

who sold Edward Martell
the murder weapon.

He says if we find him,

he'll give us
all the good faith we need.

James Dalman.

Eh, I don't think
I know you, chief.

No, but I know you.

Take a walk.

It's okay,
baby. This will just take a minute.

Here's what we know.

You have felony convictions
for assault and burglary.

You're hooked on Oxy,

and you make ends
meet trafficking guns.

Is this about
child support?

Sofia Salgado was murdered
by Edward Martell

who used a FineCal 9
he bought from you.

So this isn't about
child support.

We know you sell
FineCal 9s.

With your record,
we know you don't buy them yourself.

What we want to know is
who you get them from.

Look, you're going
to prison.

This is your one chance
to help yourself.

Give us a name.

Can't do it.

I think you just did.

We issued a press
release condemning the shooting

and made
a $100,000 donation

to the NRA's Safety Education
initiative.

Make it $250,000.

And leak our agenda for our
sit-down with Senator Jennings.

To discuss sensible
gun legislation

to curb
senseless gun violence.

Clever. Sensible.
Senseless.

Use that
in the release.

And where are we with
the ex-boyfriend?

We're not sure that's something
we should leak to the press.

Research uncovers that
the victim dated someone

with a connection
to a local gang,

and we're not going
to leak that?

The connection was
secondhand at best.

Right now, we have
broad industry support.

We could lose it playing
that kind of hardball.

This girl's death
was a tragedy

that we are
not responsible for.

If it requires
playing hardball

to keep us from
getting blamed for it,

then that's what
we're going to do.

There's a gun show in the county
where the shooting occurred.

Maybe you should go,
keep our talking points in the press.

Ilya. What's going on?

I've got a shadow.
He's outside my place right now.

Who's outside?

The guy in
the Chevy Malibu.

He's been out there
for over an hour.

Listen to me.
Stay where you are.

I'm gonna send Dembe.

For all I know,
he's not alone, Raymond.

There...
There may be others.

It may be her.

Ilya, Dembe will
be there soon.

Just keep your head down.

Is he having
another episode?

Yes.
Blue Chevy again.

Just drop me
at the Post Office.

You go make sure
he's okay.

When I'm finished with Harold,
I'll call you.

Raymond,
why are you doing this?

Doing what?

Speaking with Harold,
giving him this case.

She was an innocent.

So many for so long
have been innocent.

I'm sick of it.

She bought 30 FineCal 9s
at a gun show in West Virginia

from the booth run by
Judson Firearms.

Federally licensed
dealer.

Passed the background check
with no problem.

Apparently, she told him she
was starting a personal collection.

And she gave all 30 to Dalman,
the boyfriend.

Yes. He turned around
and sold them on the street.

She can't be
more than 23, 24.

She's a classic
straw purchaser,

and we can definitely
charge her.

Her?

I'm interested in
more than her, Harold.

You need to take this
up the food chain.

And how do you suggest
we do that?

For starters, you can make
a case against Judson Firearms

for selling guns to a buyer
they should have known

would put those guns
in criminal hands.

You know how hard a case
like that would be to prove.

I disagree.

A young woman with
an address in the city

who's suddenly decided
to collect guns...

Thirty identical guns.

Thirty of the cheapest guns
on the market,

which just happen to be
the most popular

among young,
violent criminals?

She passed
the background check.

How did she
pay for them?

- Cash.
- Harold.

Her age isn't enough.

I'm not sure the volume
of the sale is, either.

Now, if there were
a second sale...

If Judson sold
to her again

only a few months after
she bought 30 guns,

there's no way they'd think
it's because she's a collector.

You want to send her back in,
this time, on the record.

And tell her
to buy another 30.

For her "collection."

You were my friend.

There are things about
this you can't possibly understand.

Oh, but I want
to understand.

In fact, I insist.

Linda?

Honey?

Hunted like an animal.

Why won't you help me?

- You go to hell.
- You need to stop.

- Reddington.
- It's me!

Whoever he is,
he's still out there.

Answer me! Why!

It's me!
Ilya, it's me!

Dembe.

Dembe.

I know what I saw,
Dembe.

You're tired.
You should lie down.

It's her, I know it.

Why don't I get you
something to eat?

You know
I'm not making this up.

I know what I saw.

Raymond.

Yes, he says he needs
to speak with you.

Are we concerned?
Of course.

But I think the public
understands

we can't be
held responsible

when violent individuals
commit crimes with our weapons.

Com check...
Everyone read me?

I'm here.

Affirmative.

Loud and clear.

We hear you,
Agent Ressler.

We could use a visual.

Camera's up.

Everyone seeing
what I'm seeing?

It's Gordon Kemp himself,
sweet-talking the press.

Let him.
One big fish at a time.

I've got eyes on Carly.

She's approaching now.

Excuse me?

Hey. I know you.
We've done business before.

No problem with the last sale,
I hope.

No. No problems.

The opposite, actually.

I liked them so much, uh,
I was thinking I'd buy more.

Really?
Uh, how many more?

Uh, I was thinking
another 30.

I'm sorry,
remind me your name?

Carly Ambers.

Are you feeling okay, Carly?
You don't look so well.

- He knows something's wrong.
- I'm fine.

He has to know she's not
a bona fide collector.

She's a wreck. He'd have to
be blind not to see it.

The 30 you bought
last time,

that was for
a personal collection?

Yes. I just
want to get more.

All right. No worries.
We can do that.

Look, I've got the cash,

if that's what
you're worried about.

No, no, I just need to get
a little more information.

I can buy
from someone else.

You're not the only one
that sells FineCals.

There's no reason
to raise your voice.

Kenny. Can I grab you
for a moment?

Heads up, that's Kemp.

Stay with them. Agent Keen,
adjust your position.

What's going on?

I got a few red flags.

She bought 30 FineCals a few months ago,
and she wants 30 more.

- Agent Keen, we can't hear.
- I don't like it.

They're too far
from the mic.

She's from the same area where
that mini mart shooting just happened.

If she's passing them on
to somebody else...

Unbelievable.
Did you catch that?

Did he just warn Kemp that
this might be a straw purchase?

I'm sorry. It's so loud in here,
I didn't hear all that.

Oh, he heard.
Damn right, he heard.

What?
I couldn't make that out.

I didn't hear what you said,
but I don't really see an issue.

She's a collector.
It's your job to

run a background check
and if she passes...

I agree. I just...
Kenny.

Make the sale.

I say we take them both.

You can't arrest them
unless they know

they're selling to
a prohibited buyer.

Kemp doesn't want to know.

Agents Park?
Ressler?

Sounds like Kemp's
the one driving this.

You pick up
a gun manufacturer,

you better be ready for
the heat that follows.

To hell with the heat.

I'm asking if you think
Kemp's guilty.

Yeah.

Then take him.
But do it quietly.

Gordon Kemp.

Agents Keen
and Ressler, FBI.

You're under arrest.
We need you to come with us.

I'm sorry?
Did you say FBI?

Keep your voice down.
We'd like to do this quietly.

No, I won't keep
my voice down.

We need to do this quietly,
sir. FBI! It's a raid!

They're undercover posing
as part of the crowd.

You got a search warrant? If not,
you got no right to be here.

Listen, you're gonna be arrested
for obstruction, so back up.

Friends, calm down.
There's no need for this.

They don't have a case.

Let's not let them
provoke us into violence

to justify attacking us
and taking our guns.

We are not the lawbreakers,
they are.

We have you on video advocating
a sale of 30 semiautomatics

to a 24-year-old woman you had
to know was a straw purchaser.

I had to know?

You guys are agents, right?
Not lawyers.

It has to bother you that a
young woman like Sofia Salgado

was murdered using
one of your guns.

I feel terrible about
Ms. Salgado

and every victim
of gun violence

killed by my weapons
or any weapons.

I make guns.

I don't get to choose
how people use them.

Nobody goes after
the carmakers

when a driver intentionally
runs someone down.

Is that your vision for
the world, Mr. Kemp?

That we only care about people,
about human life,

when the law explicitly
tells us we have to?

Oh, sorry, I thought
I was with the FBI,

not The Brady Campaign.

Look,
I'm a member of the NRA,

and I believe in
the Second Amendment,

but what you do,

pouring more and more weapons
into high-crime areas,

that has nothing to do with
keeping a well-regulated militia

and everything to do
with making a buck.

And I make more of it

every time
a shooting goes viral.

Not only am I not stopping,
I'm ramping up production.

In fact,
I just ordered shipment of 6,000 FineCals

from my factory in Atlanta to
my distribution center in Chicago.

We're done here.

Mr. Kemp's attorney just
secured a hearing on his arrest.

Is this a great country,
or what?

You watch the cars.

All day, Raymond,
that's what he does.

He watches the cars.

I know what I saw,
Raymond.

She's watching.

Nobody's
watching, Frank.

This isn't happening.

Tell him.

There was no car
when I came.

Ever since that woman
broke into our apartment

and dragged him off and
tried to access his memories...

I mean, whatever
they did to his...

Linda, stop.

It's okay.

Things in our life
were normal and quiet

and ordinary
before you came back.

And I know the two
of you share a past

I can't even
begin to imagine,

but Frank and I
had a life, too.

Together.

Our life was good.

It's his life with you
that's troubled.

It isn't fair
to blame Raymond.

Listen to your wife.

You're sick, Frank.

Something is wrong,
and we need to get you help.

She's right.

You need help.

There are people
I know who...

Raymond.

You don't understand.

We need to do this
on our own.

I'm sorry I ever
dragged you into this.

I'm so sorry.

You did the right thing,
Raymond.

Too little, too late,
I'm afraid.

I never should have involved him,
let alone her.

A whole...

I'll be damned.

Good for you, Ilya.

There's someone in
the driver's seat.

I wonder what the hell
this means.

Thank you for joining us,
Director Cooper.

Before making record
in open court,

I thought it best to have
a private conference.

Your Honor...
Not you.

I'm here to hear
what he has to say.

Director Cooper,
I assume you knew

this arrest would
be controversial,

and yet,
you did it anyway.

- Reluctantly.
- Mm-hmm.

Because I believe
Mr. Kemp knew

Ms. Ambers wasn't the actual
buyer of those guns.

He was conspiring
to sell them

to someone prohibited
from buying them.

My client had no way
to know that.

You've seen the video.
Carly Ambers is 24,

a pawn being used by her
boyfriend, a two-time felon.

She was visibly nervous...

Is that
the legal standard now?

Is my client supposed to assume
customers who seem nervous

are buying their weapons
on behalf of criminals?

She was paying in cash,

a classic indication of
an illegitimate purchase.

Your Honor, my client is a manufacturer,
not a mind reader.

Bottom line, Carly Ambers
can pass a background check.

He's not obligated to
investigate who her boyfriend is

or anything else
about her.

His arrest is
all over the press.

This is outrageous.

What's outrageous is
Mr. Kemp's disregard for reality.

Your Honor, you know
what happened here.

Carly Ambers
didn't wake up one morning

and suddenly decide to collect
60 identical guns

over the span
of four months.

That is unreasonable
to believe.

She doesn't own
any other guns.

She doesn't know
anything about guns.

Objection. She's not required
to own other guns,

and Mr. Kemp is not obligated
to test her knowledge.

The dealer knew
there were red flags.

He warned Mr. Kemp that
she might be a straw purchaser.

It is not apparent
what was said.

The audio is poor.

And my client clearly didn't
hear that warning.

That's for the jury
to decide.

Well, I'm not even sure
you get to a jury

with the facts
before me now.

Oh, okay.

I see what's
going on here.

You called us into chambers
because Your Honor

didn't want the public to see
you toss a valid arrest.

Watch it, Director.
Watch what?

We're off the record.
What are you afraid of,

incurring the wrath
of the gun lobby?

Mm-hmm.
I've heard enough.

All right, get out.
All of you.

I will review
the evidence

and let the parties know
when I have my ruling.

We are on the record.

So, let me be clear...

It is not for this court
to tell the FBI

how to do its job
or who to arrest.

But I do note, however,
that the U.S. Attorney's Manual,

FBI Handbook,
and Justice Department policy

says that no prosecutor
will bring a case

that he does not have
a reasonable belief

- that he can win.
- We believe we can win.

Yes, but you face
an extremely high burden.

You need to prove
that Mr. Kemp knew,

or he should have known,

that he was actually
selling those guns

to a prohibited buyer.
Hmm?

And don't get me wrong,
straw purchases,

serious problem
in this country.

There may be
more than 30,000

attempted straw
purchases every year,

but the seriousness
of the problem

does not change
the requirements

for what the government
needs to make its case.

Well, Ms. Ambers' age and
the volume of the purchases,

they're facts that
certainly give me pause,

but are they enough
to conclude

that Mr. Kemp
and his associates

committed a federal
criminal offense?

I think not.

I find the evidence insufficient
to sustain the charges.

Therefore, in the interest of
justice and judicial economy,

this case is dismissed
without prejudice.

May I address the court?

No, you may not.
You have my ruling.

The matter is sealed,
and the defendant will be released.

We are adjourned.

Hey, I respect
you for trying.

It's not just about
passing new laws.

We should be doing more to
enforce the laws we have.

Murderer!

Selling the gun that
killed her wasn't enough?

Now you have to lie about
her being a gang member?

We don't make
the facts, Mrs...

That's assault.

Aren't you gonna
arrest her?

Get your client
out of here

before someone does
something even worse.

Drive.

You heard Judge Borns
dismissed the case against Kemp?

Yes. Elizabeth brought me
up to speed.

Then I assume she also
mentioned Kemp's next shipment?

She did.

I know Agent Keen is
frustrated. We all are.

But the law says
Kemp can ship those guns.

How did Dickens put it?

If the law says that,
then the law is an ass.

I want your word that you
won't interfere with that transport.

Frankly, Harold, the thought
hadn't even occurred to me.

But now that
you mention it,

that sounds like
a rather splendid idea.

Listen to me. I know
we've looked the other way

or even helped blur the lines from
time to time in the interest of justice,

but going after
a legal shipment

because you personally believe
it deserves to be stopped

is over the line,
and I won't allow it.

Well, how are you
going to do that?

By sending me to my room
without supper?

By stopping you.

Touche.

Heddie,
I need you to reach out

to Chuck and Morgan
and some of the boys.

I believe
we have a job to do.

You can't be serious.

You expect me
to trust you?

We understand your reservations,
but the fact is,

the last time we met,
we were just doing our jobs.

And that's what
we're doing now,

informing you of a threat made
to your next gun shipment.

What kind of a threat?

The FBI
has credible intelligence

that your next transport from
Atlanta to Chicago will be hit in transit.

What kind
of intelligence?

We're not
at liberty to say.

You're not
at liberty to...

Oh, I see
what's going on.

You think you can scare me so
I'll give you details of my shipment.

If you can't stop me,

this way, you can track
where the guns are going.

Mr. Kemp,
we're here as federal agents

because your shipment
is in jeopardy.

Personal feelings aside,
we're here to assist you.

Pass. I have
my own security.

Of course, if you refuse,
we can get a court order

- and stop transit altogether.
- On what grounds?

Our intel makes transporting
the guns on a public highway

inherently hazardous.

Look, you can fight us,

or you can
accept our assistance.

What a waste
of tax dollars.

So glad the Bureau
could be of service.

♪ Each one quicker
than the last ♪

- ♪ That it leaves us stronger in the end ♪
- What do you think?

It's a bold plan.

You're gonna need to
keep your distance.

Agreed. I'll hang
out on the jet.

Edward's gonna make a
run to this restaurant he loves,

China Moonlight,

for some of that
tea-smoked duck.

You should
look at the menu.

If everything
goes as planned,

we'll be in and out
by dusk

and have dinner
on the flight home.

- Are we ready?
- Good to go.

I've got three routes
mapped out

and agents are on-site.

Talk to me.

We're looking at
three identical trucks.

Is this really necessary?

Unless you want
your shipment hijacked, it is.

Can't you just protect
the one with the guns?

We roll all three.

Two haul empty containers,
only one carries the guns.

Each truck will take
a different route to Chicago

and be led by an FBI vehicle
with four armed agents.

Fine. Just let me know
which one is real,

and I'll tell my people
to load it up.

I can track
each route via satellite.

Just need to know
which one's real.

Keen, I want you chaperoning
the real shipment.

Agents Park and Ressler
will escort the decoys.

Perhaps Reddington
will be more reticent

about hijacking
the vehicle you're with.

We have a problem.

The Task Force is
escorting the shipment.

Harold couldn't
leave it alone.

No matter.
We stay with the plan.

There's more. They're rolling
three identical trucks.

We're only prepared
to stop one.

We'll have to guess
and get lucky.

Lucky? There's no luck
in Three Card Monte.

It's a sucker's game.

And we're the ones
being hustled.

I don't play sucker's games,
and I don't like to guess.

I'll call you back.

All right,
we're ready to roll out.

Stand by
for my command.

Checking CCTV feeds.

Confirming
all routes are clear.

Not now.

Elizabeth...
Not a good time.

I-I know about
Harold's decoys.

I need to know
which truck has the goods.

- Cameras are up.
- Agent Ressler, you have the all-clear.

Okay, let's load up.

I can't talk.

Then just listen.

Because while Harold
may be dedicated

to getting this shipment
through,

I am equally dedicated
to stopping it.

Not for me or for the poor
woman who lost her life

to one of these guns,
but for her mother.

Could you imagine
your only child

just about to go off
to college...

How proud
she must have been?

How proud Sam was when
you got into the FBI Academy.

- How proud you'll be...
- I'm hanging up now.

Elizabeth, please.
Let me get these guns.

Hell, we'll sink the truck
in a lake somewhere.

Hey, Keen, you ready?

Copy that. On your go.
I'm hanging up.

Keen, who are
you talking to?

Theoretically,
one should assume

Ressler would
drive the shipment.

He's the most experienced
field agent,

the obvious choice,

which is why
perhaps it won't be him.

Keen.

And Agent Park,
she's new.

I don't know.
My hunch is,

Harold put the shipment with
the badass in the bunch.

I think it may be you.

Does your truck have the guns,
Elizabeth?

Keep a bumper lock
on that truck.

You, too.
Eyes wide.

Elizabeth, please.

Is that Reddington?

Yes, and I was just
explaining to him

that we have a job to do.

Listen, you don't have
to say a thing.

I'll count to 10.
If it's not your truck,

hang up before I get there,
but if it is your truck,

stay on the line
till after the count of 10.

- One,
- Tell Reddington I'm sorry,

two... - but he's on the wrong side
of history this time...

- ...three,
- ...and if he thinks we're gonna break

- four,
- or even bend the law

- five,
- because of his opinion

- Six,
- on this issue, he's dead-wrong.

- ...seven,
- All right, here we go.

Eight...

- Nine...
- Understood?

Ten.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

They're leaving now.

Okay, Agent Ressler,
stay south on 21 toward Independence.

Copy that, Aram.

Agent Park,
CCTV shows you are clear.

So you want to take
the second exit.

Confirm, second exit.

Affirmative, second exit.

Stay on 65?

Yes, Agent Keen,
that is right.

Stay on State Road 65
for 12 miles.

Aram, we're on Talmadge
approaching Younes.

There's smoke
on the horizon.

Do you show
any hazards ahead?

Smoke. Hang on.

Uh, no.

Uh, no, there are no
accidents reported in that area.

Don't stop.

I have to.
Road's blocked.

Driver,
lock down the cab.

Do not exit the vehicle.

You three,
watch for an ambush.

Heddie, what's happening?

Hang tight, sugar plum.

They're approaching us
right now.

Officer,
I'm with the FBI.

Hands.

Cooper, it's a trap.
We've been hit. It's a trap.

Put them up.
You're under arrest.

Heddie,
what's happening?

What's wrong, Heddie?

It's empty.

The truck's empty.

We hit the wrong convoy.

That can't be.
Babe, it is.

Thank you,
Mr. Reddington.

It was a pleasure
doing business.

Any problems?

No. None.

You lied to me.

When you told me
I'd be carrying the guns,

you knew you were
sending them with Ressler.

Yes. That whole
conversation was fake,

put on for my benefit so that
I'd think I'd have the guns?

You don't trust me.

I'm sorry,
are you actually angry at me?

You betrayed us.

You told Reddington
which truck to hit.

I was right
not to trust you.

You chose them over us,

over your job, over the law.

Some laws deserve
to be broken.

Not by you, not while
you're carrying a badge.

You knew
I would tell him?

I thought you might,

and I couldn't
take that chance.

I'm angry at you, Elizabeth,

and disappointed.

But, most of all,
I'm worried.

With Reddington,
we blur the lines so often,

it's sometimes hard to see,

for all of us.

What worries me is that,
at times,

it could be
especially hard for you.

Because I have
dark impulses.

Yeah.

And today,
you gave into them.

So what now?

I just delivered 6,000 guns

to a man I believe to have
no moral compass.

God knows how many people
may die as a result.

Today was a terrible day.

And it might be
more than I can handle

if I thought you and I
couldn't forgive each other.

So I was right.

You were.

Where will you go?

I don't know yet.

Some place far away.

Whoever it was,
it wasn't her.

She's dead.

Good.

Because
she did this to him.

I'll look into it.

I'll take care of this.

All you need to do is take
care of yourself, stay safe.

Dembe!
Perfect timing.

Here is the Scrabble
and the Parcheesi.

Thank you,
these are great.

Are you sure board games are
the best tools for interrogation?

You'd be surprised.

The real breakthrough actually
happened during Oregon Trail.

And then there was such
a great feeling of comfort

and familiarity with
Chutes and Ladders.

A real sense
of nostalgia.

Did she tell you who hired
her to watch Ilya? Not yet.

But I think you're gonna
be very surprised

with the level of detail we're
going to get with Scrabble.

Okey-dokey.
Here we go.

Yeah, everything's
accounted for.

Midwest shipments
are going out now.

Thanks to the FBI,
should be our best quarter yet.

I'll see you
in the morning.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I want you to
come have a seat.

You know, for my entire
professional life,

I've been a fervent and faithful
supporter of gun manufacturers.

These people
take great pride

in their history and
exquisite craftsmanship.

The guns they make
are the tools of my trade.

In the right hand,
that's exactly what they are.

A proper tool.

For sport.

Protection.

Order.

In the wrong hands,

the hands you put
your guns in,

they subvert order,

tearing communities apart,

ruining lives,

resulting in tragedy.

You're Raymond Reddington.

I've lost

so many friends
to gun violence.

Dear friends.

Not 'cause of me.

Not 'cause of
anything I did.

Yes, yes, of course.

You dot the I's,
cross the T's,

and, in your world,
those rules protect you.

But in my world,

there are no laws
to hide behind.

You can act in bad faith

as long as you're willing
to face the consequences.

What consequences?

The wrath of
men like me.

I object
to what you're doing,

and I don't need to convince
any court to agree with me.

In my world, if I think
you're guilty...

I just
execute sentence.

Please.

Please, don't do this.

I heard...
Heard someone else

beg at the point
of one of your guns.

She said please, too.

And then
she was murdered.

Now, I understand it can be
hard to see tragedy for what it is

until that tragedy befalls
you or a loved one.

Well, I'm here to tell you
that's happening to you.

About an hour ago,

a violent criminal bought
one of your FineCal 9s

on the street for $100,

and now that criminal is
going to shoot you with it.

Tragic.

It was Cooper.

He tricked me.

You seem put out by it.
Don't be.

Take it as a compliment.

That he doesn't trust me?

That he knows you're a person
of conviction and principle.

A lot of good
my principle did.

Kemp got all of his guns.

Yes.

He got his.

What did you do?

I acted on my conviction
and principle.

Cooper says we blur the line
between right and wrong so often,

we can't see it
clearly anymore.

I know I can't.

I disagree. I find you
increasingly clear-eyed.

I'm sorry that the Task Force
had to take sides today,

but it meant a great deal to
me to know you were on mine.

Excuse me.

Any news?

The woman
in the blue Malibu...

She's a private eye,
Raymond.

Hired to learn what
she can about Ilya.

It was Elizabeth.

She hired her.

She knows you're not Ilya and
she's been keeping it from you.

I understand.

Is everything all right?

To being on
the same side.

At long last.