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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

SAKIYA:
I found something.

A fingerprint on the corner
of the imam's desk.

Belongs to a man who's been
in prison for 15 years.

Arturo Ruel.

About my chart.
RESSLER: I didn't look at it.

REDDINGTON: I'd appreciate
if you didn't mention

anything about it
to Elizabeth.

Who are you?

How about you let me ask
the questions?

DEMBE: Raymond!

**

KATARINA: Why do you
trust the words
of men so faithfully.

They weren't mere men.
They were prophets.

They gave us
the word of Allah.

How do you know Allah
has anything to do

with what's in that book?

Faith.

I'm also
a person of faith.

I have faith
in myself.

Faith in false prophets

is worse
than no faith at all.

We're both innocents

caught in someone else's
web of deceit.

Raymond Reddington's.

How could you know that?

The same way
I know who you are.

Dembe.
(SCOFFS)

You're his
father confessor.

Which is why I will
never betray his confidence.

Even to save my life.

I don't know
how to do that.

No. But Dembe does.

And if he's confided
in you...
I am bound to secrecy.

Even if it kills me.
That's what your
faith requires?

My faith requires me
to pray for you.

Your faith
is a death sentence!

Why should I honor your faith
if it doesn't honor me?

You honor faith because
without it, you are lost.

Is Dembe faithful?

He is.

(SCOFFS) I wonder.

Clearly the prospect
of my death

doesn't shake your faith.

**

How about we see
if the prospect
of yours shakes his.

Why don't you
pray on that?

**

Vitals are...okay.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
Pulse.

You need an MRI
as well as a CT-scan.

(MUFFLED
INDISTINCT SPEECH)

Raymond.

Hey. Are you listening?
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING STOPS)

Maybe you can get him
to listen to reason.

That's unlikely,
but I will try.

Try hard.
His life depends on it.

(CHUCKLES) What?
Everyone knows
wine is dehydrating.

If you won't get help
for yourself...

Sakiya.
Did she find something?

...then get it
for the people
who love you.

Does she have a lead?

She does.
But it makes no sense.

We were wrong.
I was wrong.

Imam Asmal
was not abducted
by extremists

or because he's involved
with extremists.

Dembe knew that,
and I ignored his counsel.

I can only hope that won't
prove to be a fatal mistake.

You say you have a lead.

One of my cleaners
went back over the scene
of the abduction,

and she lifted DNA

from a fingerprint she found
on the imam's desk.

Aram,
if you would be so kind.

Meet Arturo Ruel.

His resume includes
two stints at Wallens

for carrying out
targeted kidnappings
in the US and Mexico.

What's his connection
to the imam?

None.

We can circle back to the why
after we figure out the how.

The two stretches at Wallens?

He's doing one of them
right now.

PARK: Ruel is in prison.
REDDINGTON:
In complete isolation.

(METAL CLANGING)
It does provide us
with quite an engaging riddle.

Maybe the print
was planted to throw us off.

Why plant a print
that belongs to a man

who has
an ironclad alibi?

Yes, I love
a good locked-door mystery!

Where the victim
is killed inside a room
no one has access to.

LIZ: This is one better.

The criminal is inside a room
no one can get out of.

Ressler, Keen,
get over to Wallens.

I'll reach out
to the warden,

let him know you're coming
to speak with Ruel.

I'd like a list
of all the prisoners

who have been housed there
in the last six months.

Ruel may not have
had a connection
to Imam Asmal,

but perhaps
someone else does.

Consider it done.

MAN: How is this
even possible?

That's exactly what
we're trying
to figure out.

And you're sure
it's his DNA?
Without a doubt.

Arturo Ruel has spent the last
three years in isolation.

He's 23/7. He don't talk,
he don't see the sun,

he's like a vampire.

His DNA would suggest
otherwise.

Maybe he was framed.

For all we know,
he morphed into a bat

and he flew
to the crime scene,

but we're not
gonna know for sure

until we talk
to Ruel himself.

Well, then, by all means,

let's go get
the little critter
out of his cave.

LIZ: Mr. Ruel, thank you
for agreeing to speak with us.

Who says I'm talking?

I'm here for the view.
(RESSLER CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I know I'm pretty,
but you're not my type.

So how about you tell us
why we found your print

at a crime scene
less than 48 hours ago?

Don't know.
What'd I do?

RESSLER: I don't think
you did anything.

I think you were
in that little
concrete box of yours.

So I'm free to go, no?

LIZ: You're free
to be charged
with kidnapping.

And depending on
where the victim is,

and what condition he's in,
you could be looking at

anything from assault
to murder by the time
we're through.

Oh... Well,
put it on my tab.

So why don't
you just tell us
who set you up?

May I?

Tell you what.

This is my agent
in Tepito.

Call and ask
why his cartel

is letting me rot here
in the States.

Once he answers that,

well, I'll tell you
whatever you wanna know

about my prints and wherever
you think they were found.

But until then, well...

...tuck tail and go.

(LAUGHS)

RESSLER:
He can laugh all he wants,
but the kid's gonna help us.

Why do you say that?

RESSLER: It seems like
our friend Ruel

knows how to get
through a locked door.

ANGLIM: Trial started
two weeks ago.

I thought our people
would have it taken
care of by now.

MAN:
Tell me about the girl.

Case rests
on her testimony.

She saw it happen.

State plans to call her up
first thing Monday.

Not enough time.
I understand that.

And I was under
the impression that we could

handle this on our own,

but that's not the case.

This lady, her testimony,

it's about a lot more
than a murder.

Who's the kid?
Collateral damage.

They're keeping
the two of them

at a federal safe house.

Heavily guarded.

It's too fast.

Which is
why I came to you.

I got less
than 48 hours.

I have it on good authority
that doesn't matter.

I heard you have access
to people...

People with
special skills

who can help
in short situations like this.

Can you do that or not?

You and I
need to talk money,

but, yeah,
we can take care of the lady.

First we take care
of the money.

**

**

A list of prisoners
in and out
of Wallens Ridge

in the last year.

Hmm. Where are you
on Arturo Ruel?

He's willing to talk.
We're working
on immunity now.

New hangout?
The chef is a friend.

He needed an investor,

and I need his pumpkin
pepper vichyssoise.

You bought a restaurant
so you could eat vichyssoise?

I bought a restaurant
because I can.

A privilege
you will soon enjoy.

I don't like vichyssoise.

Plus the name
is terrible.

It sounds like
a Nazi collaborator.

(LAUGHS)

Chicken soup then.

Lobster bisque.

Whatever you'd like
wherever you'd like it.

As soon as
the transition is complete.

What transition?
Of assets.

From me to you.

I think
it's almost time.

Yeah,
that's not happening.

There are quite a few people
to be taken care of.

Dembe and others.

It's a fairly
substantial list,

but arrangements
have been made.

Protocols put in place.

Most things
will take care of themselves.

But there are
a lot of assets.

Billions of assets.

Of which,
to a great degree,
you'll be in control.

Of a criminal empire?

I'm an FBI agent!

You're also the daughter
of Katarina Rostova.

Believe me,
it's not what
I had hoped for,

or what I had planned for.

But as the good book says,
man plans. God laughs.

If it's not what you planned,
why do it? What changed?

Destiny. Fate.

Me. You.

Marvin Gerard.

Your lawyer.
He's at Wallens?

Got out three months ago.

Haven't spoken since.

Perhaps it's time
to mend that fence.

I got your message,
what's going on?

Situation with Ruel.

No, Ruel
kept his mouth shut.
That's what I thought.

But we caught this
on surveillance.

**

(SIGHS)

Talk to the boys.

Take care of it.

Marvin, nobody
abandoned you.

I went to prison.

You were in prison
before I broke
you out of prison

to come work for me.

The only reason
you were walking free

is because I got you out.

Three years, Raymond.

Three years
I'll never get back.

Marvin, what do you
want me to say?

Becky hit menopause
while I was
in that bird cage.

We wanted kids,
but if you must know,

I had performance anxiety
during our conjugal visits.

Do you have any more
Fun Foam Putty?

I need it in blue.

Uh, all of our Fun Foam Putty
is at the end of that aisle.

Yeah, I didn't see blue.
Then we're out.

You wanna check
in the back?

No, I don't want to check
in the back, ma'am.

I just told you
it's at the end
of the aisle.

If you don't see it,
we're either out

or you're not looking
hard enough.

(SIGHS)
Marvin, listen,

you went to prison,
you kept my relationship

with the Task Force
to yourself.

I appreciate that.
I am in your debt.

Is that why you're here?

No. I'm here because
I need information

about the prison
where you served.

Wallens Ridge, something's
happening inside those walls,

and I need to...

I'm afraid I gotta stop you
right there, pal.

I can't assist you.

Why not?

Because I am working
in a toy store!

I'll give you money.
Whatever you need.

This isn't about money,
it's about my law license.

When they locked me up,
I was disbarred.

I've served my time,

petitioned the state
to be reinstated,

and passed the exam,

but the DC Office of
Disciplinary Counsel

is opposing my application
on the grounds

that I don't possess the moral
character to practice law.

You're a lawyer.
What the hell does
moral character

have to do with anything?

Tell me about it.

But this guy...
Paul Wynn is his name...

He's a real prick.

And he's the one guy
who gets to decide

if I pass the ethics review
and get my license back.

Marvin, I'd love to help you,
and I will, but this...

I'm putting my foot down.

You're holding me hostage.

It's called a negotiation.

You scratch my back,
I scratch yours.

Just talk to this guy.

Try and move the needle.

You want me to threaten
the Disciplinary Counsel

so he'll certify
your moral fortitude.

Sounds about right.

**

Code Three, Code Three!
Everybody down!

Code Three, Code Three!
Everybody down!

(ALARM BLARING)
Code Three, Code Three!

Call it in.
We've got one stabbed.

(GURGLING)

Hold on,
he's been stabbed?
Stabbed when?

Just now. I don't know...
We're just getting word.

Any idea his condition?
You know as much as I do.

Sir, CRT has commands.
What do you want to do
with the A and B blocks?

Lock 'em down. If C's clear,
get the medics in now.

All due respect, sir,
this is a federal
investigation.

We're gonna need
to assist you in questioning

any of the inmates
or prison staff.

Fantastic. You can have access
to anyone you want.

I want the truth
as much as you do,

but right now,
I got a prison to lock down.

**

Look at you.

Look. At. You.
(LAUGHS)

Hey!
Al.

Good to see you.

Dembe. How are things?

Ah, better
for seeing you.

How long has it been?
Must be close to a year.

That dinner at Le Coucou.
(LAUGHTER)

The red deer and chestnuts.
And the crepe suzette.

REDDINGTON: The crepe suzette.

And that fantastic,
crazy bassist

from Dizzy's
with the shoes and the hair!

Oh, my God, what a night!

What a morning.

Ah, honestly, Al,
our schedules

couldn't be more out of sync.

Imagine the trouble we'd find

if you could
stay up past nine?

You are the devil
on my shoulder, Ray.

What... What's going on?

I... I came as soon
as I got Dembe's text.

I'm in
a bit of a sticky wicket.

The Bulgarians?
No. (CHUCKLES)

This time it's a friend.
A lawyer...

Well, he was a lawyer.
You remember Marvin Gerard?

How could I forget
Marvin Gerard?

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Oh, my gosh,
those Hawaiian shirts.

And his voice...
They were louder the shirt.

REDDINGTON: I know, I know.

Ah, so is he okay?

Eh, you know, he...
Hello?

Indiana Avenue
between 2nd and 3rd.

One hour or he dies.

How do I know
he's not dead already?

I'm looking
for information.

He wouldn't give it to me.

I'm betting that
to save his life, you will.

Let me talk to him.

If I see Reddington,
if he's involved in this
in any way,

the imam dies
whether or not you tell me
what I want to know.

Understood?
Understood.

Please don't
let your imam down.

I've grown quite fond of him.

**

RESSLER:
Arturo Ruel was murdered.

Do you know anything
about that?

I don't know.

Don't know or can't say?

Can't say
if I know or not.

Your cell
is next to Ruel's.

Any idea how
his fingerprint

ended up at a crime scene
over 20 miles away?

You're asking
the wrong guy.

When it comes to fingerprints,
I'm not expert.

Imam Sadiq Asmal.
Ring any bells?

I'm a Buddhist.

Ruel ever mention anything
about Muslims to you?

You're a hacker. Banks.
Insurance companies.

I am a security consultant
only in reverse.

An insecurity consultant.

And Ruel works in K&R.

Only instead of getting
people back, he took them.

Cool. Maybe I should check
his LinkedIn page.

You're both
known criminals.

A getaway driver.

An explosives expert.

RESSLER:
Glorified leg-breaker.

And yet
you're in isolation.

What's your point?

My point is people
with rap sheets like yours

don't usually end up
in the isolation cell block.

And yet here you are.

Why is that?

I'm just not a people person.

It's weird, right,
the records of the
inmates we spoke to.

They didn't
merit isolation.

Could be the warden
uses the isolated block

to get them
to toe the line.

I mean, it explains
why they wouldn't talk.

Didn't wanna cause
any trouble.

Hmm, could be.
But trouble for whom?

Who are they protecting?

Maybe Gerard knows.

I mean, if that mouthpiece
knows anything,

Reddington'll
get him to blow.

Reddington wants to hand down
his empire to me.

(CHUCKLES)
You seem surprised.

What did you think,

he was just
gonna give it to charity?

I didn't think about it,

and I'm not going
to accept it,

but it's a little odd
that he would bring it up now.

He found out I hired a PI
to shadow Ilya Koslov.

So he knows that you know
that's not his real identity.

Yeah, and instead of
confronting me about it,

he decided to try

and hand down
the keys to his kingdom,

and there's got to be
a reason.

What about mortality?

His life is always
in mortal danger.

Yeah, from criminals
who don't scare him.

But this is different.

What do you know?

You remember when
Reddington reconnected
with Spalding Stark?

You haven't mentioned
my blood panel results.

You've been too busy.
LIZ: Yeah.

You said that was
for an investment purpose.

I told you what
he asked me to tell you.

But the truth is,
when I was in Stark's lab,

I saw Reddington's
medical file.

What did it say?
I didn't read it.

But it was the size
of a telephone book,

and clearly he didn't want me
to see what was in it.

I let it go,

but if he's thinking
about his successor,

my guess is that's why.

(SIGHS) Paul can
be a prickly guy,

but... But he's a good man.

As is Marvin.

Prickly, and a good man.

Paul's smart as a whip.

I haven't been with him
that long,

but I don't want
to lose him as a lawyer.

Guy's a shark.

You won't lose him.
Trust me.

He doesn't wanna
lose you as a client.

Oh, speak of the devil.
Excuse me.

Paul.

I should go, Raymond.

Chuck and Morgan will cover
while I check on imam's wife.
She seemed worried.

Of course,
take your time.

Tell her we're doing
everything we can.

Paul, I... I'd like you
to meet Ray and his
friend Marvin.

PAUL: What the hell's this?

REDDINGTON: A meeting
of the minds.

Why is he here?

You know Marvin,
you know why he's here.

It's about his license
to practice.

That's never
gonna happen.

Think again,
you evergreen dip spit.

The hell'd you
just call me?

You heard me,
counselor.

I swear to God I'll have
your nuts in a Cheerio.

Really?
Okay, all right,
everybody just calm down.

Look, Paul,
like it or not,
Ray is a friend.

A dear friend.

And you get to decide
if his friend Marvin

gets his law license back.

Al, come on.
Not here.

Okay, all right,
just hold on a minute.

Let's sit down,
let's listen.

Mr. Wynn, say what you will
about Marvin Gerard,

and God knows
there's a lot to say.

But the man has suffered

a great deal
of hardship in his life,

and through it all,
he has remained resolute

in his advocacy for
and dedication to his clients.

His principles
and sense of justice

have always
remained intact.

Now, his personality,
his demeanor,

that's another
subject entirely.

That being said, Paul,
you're the
Disciplinary Counsel.

You run
the ethics committee.

So let me pose
an ethical question...

Is it so wrong
to reinstate a man

with a questionable character
in exchange for, say,

keeping a client
with an unquestionable one?

You wouldn't leave me.

Reinstate him or I'll walk

and take my guaranteed
contract with me.

You wouldn't.

REDDINGTON:
(CHUCKLES) Oh, dear.

Listen,
for what it's worth,

I once lost a bundle to Al

thinking he was bluffing
during a hand
of seven card stud.

He has the sweetest,
most child-like face,

but my guy Al is as serious
as a heart attack.

But please,
don't take my word for it.

Talk it over
with your client.

See what's happening
in his neck of the woods.

I understand the committee

is meeting this afternoon.

**

Get in.

Harold, are you there?

COOPER: We're here.

Ha! So, I'm here
with an old friend

who may have
some helpful intel

about Arturo Ruel
and his mysterious
fingerprint.

MARVIN:
More of a hunch, really.

Is that Marvin Gerard?

Aren't you supposed
to be in lockup?

Hello, Agent Keen.

Who's Marvin Gerard?

MARVIN: Let me start by saying
I have no conventional proof,

but I suspect
Ruel's fingerprint wasn't
lifted or moved,

but ended up
in the office of Dembe's imam

because Ruel
was there in person.

How's that possible?
Someone let him
out of prison?

I won't pretend to know
the details...

I was in an entirely
different cell block.

But people like to talk
in prison,

and what they say is
that in this prison,

there is a small,
but trusted group of inmates

who get special favors.

Well, that's true
for every prison.

Yes, but in Wallens,

the warden frequently puts his
favorite inmates in isolation

just for looking
at someone the wrong way.
Why would he do that?

Well, there's no better alibi
than being in isolation.

It only requires
a small crew "on the take"

to say you're there
when you're not.

MARVIN: And the leader
on this crew
is Vincent Martin.

Longtime prison guard and
warden Cain's right hand man.

LIZ: You believe
they're putting inmates
into isolation

so they can let them out
to commit crimes?

Well, what Marvin
is suggesting

is that something fishy

is going on at Wallens Ridge,

so if we're
trying to understand

how the DNA
of an incarcerated man

ended up at a new crime scene
while he was in jail,

we need to start
by looking at Vincent Martin.

He's the one
ultimately responsible

for the vanishing
of Imam Asmal.

I'm telling you,
dollars to donuts,

this guy is up to something,
and it's not good.

Aram, pull what we have
on Martin.

Keen, Park,
get eyes on him.

Let's see
where he might take us.

**

PARK: That's the guard?
Martin?

LIZ: Yeah,
that's him all right.

PARK: Where's he going?
His shift doesn't end
for four more hours.

LIZ: No idea, but that's
what we're gonna find out.

**

**

What do you think?

LIZ: I don't know.

Call it in, see if Aram
can give us any details.

Where are you going?
For a closer look.

**

It's them.
The inmates from Wallens...
Guys we interrogated.

Heavily armed.
Armed for what?

(RADIO CRACKLES)
ARAM: Okay, Agent Keen,

the address you gave me
isn't in the system.

It's an unknown.

PARK: Aram, we need to roll
units here now.

The inmates...
Inmates? Wait...

From Wallens.
They're on site

with enough military grade
equipment to start a war.

No lights or sirens,
have 'em set up
a two block...

Whoa! Hang on.
Hang on? Why?

What's going on?
LIZ: Aram,
they're on the move.

Get units here now.
We're in pursuit.

Sir, Marvin Gerard
was right.

Evidently, Martin
smuggled several
inmates out of Wallens.

They're heavily armed
and on the move.

COOPER: On the move where?
ARAM: That's unclear.

Roll assets their way.

**

What the hell
are they doing?

I got the ones
with the ladder.

(DIALING)

Aram?
2318 Central Ave.

Four unsubs.
All armed.

Okay,
I have units en route.

**

I got something else...
A car with government plates.

Surveillance.
This could be a sting.

DC plates...

Aix-bravo-six-delta-five-
November.

ARAM: Copy. Part of
the Marshals' fleet.

You think that's...
It's a protective detail.

Reach out and see what you
can find out about operations.

Whatever's about
to happens here
is gonna happen fast.

Copy.

**

Cameras are down.

FINGERS: Copy that.
Here we go.

All right, we're in place.

MAN: Forty-five seconds.
Go. Go.

Don't even
think about it.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
ARAM: Agent Keen.

I just hung up
with the Marshals,

and they're holding a witness
named Sarah Wims.

Now, she's the lead witness
in a murder trial

and is being held next door
to the address you gave me.

Next door?

Marshals are getting word
to their teams now
and has units on their way.

FBI! Stop right there!

Freeze!
Get to the target!

The park is
literally across the street.

Maybe just 20 minutes?

The building next door
is housing a witness...
Sarah Wims.

That's the target.
What?

What do you mean next...

(GUNSHOTS)

What was that?
What was that?
Get in the bedroom.

Stay and don't come out.

MAN: Shots fired!
We need help!

* I ain't got no woman
to call my special friend

(BEEPING)

We have shots fired.

Notify base
and seal the perim...

(EXPLOSION)

(GUNSHOTS)

* I ain't got no woman
to call my special friend

Please. No.

Please don't. Stop!

FBI! Hands!

Drop your weapon.

**

You okay?

It's over.

Thank you.
It's gonna be okay.

Thank you.
I promise.

* On the road again,
on the road again *

**

Hello, Mr. Zuma.

It's time to find out

with whom
your loyalties lie.

Tell me how it worked.

(SIGHS)

We're given targets.

We?
Yeah.

Me, Waats, Fingers,
and, uh, Cisco.

Who gave you
these targets?

Was it the guard,
Martin?

Did he let you
in and out of the prison?

Tell me about
today's target.
Sarah Wims.

We don't get names.
Or reasons.

Just targets.

And she was
an extraordinary target.

No one would blame you
if you chose not to testify.

After this,

nothing could keep me
from testifying.

She'd agreed to testify
against the Doyle gang.

Mobsters who traffic
heroin and cocaine.

Imam Sadiq Asmal.

I told you.
I don't know names.

You took him from his mosque.
We need to know where he is.

I don't know.

Well, who does?

Martin? Does he know?

They take care
of my family.

All our families.

They look out for us.

Right now,
I'm the only one
looking out for you.

And I can't do that unless
you give me a reason to.

Like a name.

MARTIN:
It went sideways.

CAIN: How?
The FBI, that's how.

Calm down.

We got to Ruel
before he could
say anything.

They got Tank.
The others escaped.

Tell the others
to go to the safe house.

I'll meet them there.
You get back to the prison.

Discover the jail-break,
issue a BOLO.

Follow protocol.

It's the warden.

The inmates
he puts in isolation,

he takes care
of their families.

And they
take care of him.

He's the man with the key
to the locked-room.

He tells them what to do,
and it's very need-to-know.

And they don't know
where the imam is?

No. They don't.

We're clear then.

You know the information
I'm looking for

and what will happen
if you refuse to give it.

Yes.

Talk it over with
your spiritual advisor.

After all...

It's his life
that hangs in the balance.

**

Are you hurt?

Only by the thought
that you could be.

You are devoted to two men

and are being forced
to betray one for the other.

A man's life
is more important
than a man's secrets.

Some lives
are built on secrets.

And when
they are revealed...

The life they're built on
ends as well.

Are you trying
to confuse me?

I'm trying to help you see
there is no easy answer.

That either choice
carries a burden

I wish with my whole heart

that you didn't
have to carry.

If I let you die
to save Raymond's soul,

how will I ever save
my own?

This is not your fault.

Hmm?

Do you hear me, son?

You are not to blame.

(CRYING)

You are not to blame.

You are not to blame.

You are not to blame.

**

WAATS: What are we
doing here?

FINGERS: We're doing
what we're told to do.

The op was blown.

The warden will
take care of us.
He always has.

The warden has got no juice
left after this.

What do you say
we should do?

We're escaped prisoners.

I say we escape.

That's one option.

I'm not going back.

No, you're not.

Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

We're on your side.
All right? We're a team.

We were.

A damn good team.

**

**

My doctor told me
to stay away from
grapefruit juice.

Who are you?

He said
something about statins

and how grapefruit affects
the metabolic this or that,

I don't know.

But whatever the risk,
ruby red is worth it.

Please, sit.

* Lay in wait for an answer

* They're still waiting

Hands.

* Lucky tips
as the day breaks

* The blind
are leading the blind

My name is
Raymond Reddington,

and as a general rule,
"innovative" is not a word

I would use
to describe
a prison warden.

The indignities that
the men in your charge
are subjected to

are cruel
and often inhumane.

But you...

You found a way
to monetize that cruelty.

I imagine your clients
pay top dollar

for you to commit
the perfect crime
on their behalf.

Street crimes using men
who are off the street.

I'm curious how
you landed on the idea.

The light-bulb moment.

I love hearing about
light-bulb moments.

Do tell.

That's an order,
not a request.

I inherited the business
from my daddy

and his daddy before him.

My great-great grandpa
used to catch freed Blacks

and lock 'em up
down in Angola.

Then he'd lease 'em out
to the highest bidder.

They'd work
people's fields,
timber.

There's no reforming 'em.

They come through my gates,
they ain't people.

They're broken.

Might as well
put 'em to some use.

I guess that just about
says it all, doesn't it?

Imam Asmal.

Who hired you
to abduct him?

* Better days
with a headache *

Time is of the essence.

The name
is Maddy Tolliver.

Think again.

About what?

You asked me who...
Maddy Tolliver is dead.

She wasn't dead
two weeks ago.

I swear to God she wasn't.

Where did she
have you deliver him?

If I tell you that,
are you gonna let me go?

Where.

(DOOR OPENS)
(CHANTING)

**

I see you've prayed
on your decision.

Release him,

and I will tell you
what you want to know.

Let's record this
for the world to see,
shall we?

I need an answer.

I'm not waiting.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Ma'am, you gotta go.
Right now.

(SCOFFS)

(GRUNTS)

**

BERDY: He sold you out.

Where is she?

Did you hear what I said?

He talked.

No, he didn't.

If he had,
they'd be dead already.

I got him.
BERDY: You're not
going after her.

I'm here
to make sure of that.

You got him?

We're just gonna stay here
and have a nice chat.

(GUNSHOT)

**

Did you tell her
anything?

No.

But I was going to.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER,
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Got the call
a couple hours ago.

It's two gunshot wounds
to the torso at close range,

based on the GSR
and the stippling.

That's him.
I'll call off the hunt.

We're almost done here.

I'll get the autopsy filed

to your Task Force
by this time tomorrow.

**

Sir, just got off
with the DA.

Sarah Wims testified.

Looks like guilty
on all counts.

And the man
who contracted the warden?

Colin Anglim.

You're under arrest
for the attempted murder
of Sarah Wims.

Sarah who?
Like I'm supposed to
know who that...

It was in
Warden Cain's ledger.

Which is good, since he's not
around to tell us about it.

The warden's dead.

His ledger gives us

the people who hired him

and Imam Asmal was safe.

I think we can
close the books on this.

Well, I looked
over the ledger,

and it gives us
every name but one.

The person who hired him
to take the imam.

COOPER:
And the imam won't say.
I spoke with him myself.

He says it's a private matter
between him and a congregant.

* We're miles apart

* But safe right here

(SIGHS)

* We're running from

**

I've missed you.

* Beyond the dark

* We'll always be

Hmm.

You think he had
a binary choice.

I think he had
no choice at all.

We always have a choice.

(SIGHS)

Hmm.

If you have
situational ethics.

He doesn't.

There is a right and a wrong.

And you were right,
and I was wrong.

Oh... You and I were

irrelevant to his struggle
for spiritual discipline.

Dembe and I have
done this dance before.

I made it clear
there wouldn't be an encore.

Jihad doesn't
start and stop.

It is constant.

For him. For me.

And for you.

* You'll always shine

What do you know
of my struggle?

I know we all have one.

Every day.

Today, my struggle
was whether to

tell the FBI
who had abducted me.

Tomorrow it will be
why I didn't.

Dembe asked you not to.

Yes, he did.

He left me no choice.

Whether I liked it or not.

* All of my fears are gone,
baby, gone, gone

LIZ: Dembe's imam.

Was that
really necessary?

You mean
he's not in the game.

A bystander.
I mean was it necessary.

In the situation I'm in,

in the situation
Reddington put me in,

there are no bystanders.

Does he know?

That you're alive?

He does now.

MARVIN:
I don't know what you did,

but whatever it was,
thank you.

Thanks can wait.

I need you to do
something for me.

Um, thanks cannot wait.

I was about to be
disbarred.

One conversation with you

and I'm suddenly
a paragon of legal ethics.

You're welcome.

You're going after
the people I care about.

I'm not going after them.
I'm giving them a choice.

Dembe made the right one.

If it comes down to it,

one day, I hope you will, too.

I thought I already had.

You did.

And it saved me.

It's about my will
and my various trusts.

Seeing as how
she's the primary beneficiary,

I'd like you to set aside
a time to review them
with Elizabeth.

You're giving a cop
the keys to your kingdom.

Regrettably.

But there will be...

More choices
for you to make.

Between you and him.

MARVIN: Why do it?

Because where she's going,
she'll need it.

And where, pray tell,
is our plucky heroine going?

REDDINGTON: To a very dark
and dangerous place.

I don't think
one of us can live

while the other survives.

She doesn't see it,
or can't accept it,

but her path
is undeniable.

You make it sound
like she has no choice.

What did you say?

I said
you make it sound like
she has no choice.

I guess
that is what I'm saying.

**

Sometimes
there is no choice.

And I think the outcome
is in your hands.

* A mile apart,
leave and be free

* A mile apart *

**