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[ Iggy Pop's "James Bond"

playing ]

♪♪♪

♪ She wants to be

your James Bond ♪

♪ She wants to be

your James Bond ♪

♪ Well, it's not for a price

and it's not to be nice ♪

[ Alarm blaring ]

♪ She wants to be

your James Bond ♪

Oh.

Not again.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Ohh.

♪ James Bond ♪

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Yeah?

Woman: This is Zimmer Security.

We have an alarm alert.

Yeah,

everything's fine.

Uh, raccoons

tip the can.

They set off the alarm.

There's no need to --

I have officers en route.

They should arriving

momentarily.

Well, listen, this is like

the third time this month.

[ Beep ]

♪♪♪

Just tell the officers

that they --

Sir, we have officers

on site now.

[ Knock on door,

doorbell rings ]

[ Sighs ]

Man: Police. Is anyone home?

[ Knock on door,

doorbell rings ]

Police.

Answer the door.

I tried to tell you --

interrupt a man

while he's sleeping,

find out

how a man sleeps.

[ Doorbell rings ]

♪♪♪

[ Beeps ]

Jennifer: I'm gonna

make this easy, Carl.

Trip the alarm,

your wife dies.

Look at our faces,

your wife dies.

The key for box C112.

Hand it over.

♪ James Bond ♪

♪♪♪

♪ She wants to be

your James Bond ♪

You know who that belongs to?

Stay down.

♪ She wants to be

your James Bond ♪

[ Whirring ]

♪ She might stand in your way ♪

♪ But still

she'll save the day ♪

♪ She wants to be

your James Bond ♪

♪ James Bond ♪

♪ She wants to be

your James Bond ♪

♪ She will not be shamed ♪

♪♪♪

♪ She will not be blamed ♪

♪ When she confuses the two,

she blames it on you ♪

♪ Screaming, "You're insane,

you're insane" ♪

♪ Didn't make the rules ♪

Once your wife calls,

you're free to go.

♪ Most fools gravitate

to vanity ♪

♪ And her sanity is insanity ♪

[ Cellphone ringing ]

♪ Driving off while

making you feel guilty ♪

Colleen: Carl?

They're gone. Are you --

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Honey?

[ Cellphone dials, line rings ]

Hey.

It's me.

Call Reddington.

Tell him we got a problem.

♪♪♪

Carl, I entrusted you

with my belongings

because I believed

that you could keep them safe.

Clearly I overestimated

your abilities.

Yes.

But with all due respect --

"With all due respect"?

What an absurd

little qualifier.

Why do people insist

on stating their deference

right before

undercutting it

with a mildly disrespectful

provocation?

Whoever robbed you

knew where to look,

and they didn't

learn it from me.

So...

with all due respect, if there

was a failure of security,

it wasn't on my end.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Thank you, Carl.

Now, with all due respect,

your cologne is beginning

to make my eyes water.

♪♪♪

[ Horns honk ]

That was Marvin.

He's closing the other

deposit boxes as we speak.

Your hunch was right.

Elizabeth

was behind the robbery.

Which means it had to be Hadley

who tipped her off to the box.

Carlos is holed up

in Turin.

Yanka's nursing a gunshot wound

in Bariloche.

You think she hired

the Confidence?

Yes, actually.

I believe I do.

[ Dialing ]

[ Line clicks ]

Harold.

It appears we can add

bank robbery

to Elizabeth's burgeoning

criminal résumé.

What happened?

Have you spoken with her?

Do you know

where she is?

I do not, but I know

a few of the criminals

she's been

mixed up with.

They call themselves

the Fribourg Confidence.

In the past three years,

they've stolen over $25 million

from at least six

U.S. banks.

Six robberies?

Why haven't I heard about them?

The thefts

were never reported.

The Confidence targets accounts

held by criminals

who have arrangements

with somewhat unscrupulous

bank managers.

I've never

concerned myself

with the Fribourgians

or Fribourgers or --

I don't know.

They never bothered me,

so I never bothered with them.

Until now.

Last night, they stole

something very important to me.

I want it back.

You mean Elizabeth stole

from you,

and you're not

going to tell me what.

What she stole

is my concern,

but finding Elizabeth

concerns us both.

This case may help us

to do that.

$4 million stolen

from a Los Angeles bank.

A Monet taken from

a safe deposit box in Oslo.

Millions in forged

cigarette tax stamps

vanish from a vault

in Kobe.

According to Reddington, the

same heist crew which robbed him

have targeted banks

from Seattle to Ankara,

and none of the thefts

have been reported

because the targets

were criminals.

And Reddington's sure it was

Agent Keen who hired them?

He wouldn't say what Agent Keen

was after or why,

but whatever it was,

he believes finding this crew

is our best chance

of finding her.

Aram: And what happens

when we find her?

We bring her in and just,

you know,

pretend like none of this

ever happened?

Something tells me that's not

what Agent Keen has in mind.

What exactly

are you suggesting?

I don't know.

It seems kind of crazy

to me that, um,

we're still

calling her Agent Keen.

Agent Ressler, Agent Park,

see if you can find any leads

on this heist crew

from the bank manager.

We'll save

the ethical deliberations

till after

we've found Elizabeth.

This is crazy. If there was

a breach, we'd call the police.

Carl:

But there was no breach.

And the security feeds?

A brief system glitch.

Which I was notified of, which

is why I came down personally

to check things out

and reset the system.

I need to see

what's inside box C112.

Excuse me?

Box C112.

I need you to open it.

Of course.

Uh, Liam, while I

show them the box,

could you please go

to the server room

and see if you can

put last night's feeds

on a drive

for the agents?

♪♪♪

We know the box belongs

to Raymond Reddington.

Actually, it's registered

to a Mr. Lloyd Wilke --

It's how we know

it was hit.

We had people sitting on it,

waiting for him to show.

Mr. Wilke.

Park: Play it cute,

we charge you with conspiracy

and you get a decade,

maybe more.

Drop the Mr. Wilke BS,

and you might be home

in time for dinner.

One of them, the leader,

I think, she pulled the lock.

The other wiped

the security system.

The whole thing was over

in 5, 10 minutes.

I didn't see their faces.

So the leader was a woman?

Yes.

She went

right for the box.

There's hundreds of boxes

in here.

If she knew where to go --

She'd been here before.

Cynthia, to what do I owe

the pleasure?

Shelve the pleasantries,

Harold.

I'm hotter than

a Laredo parking lot.

Alban Veseli has filed a motion

to withdraw his guilty plea.

I don't know that name.

Of course you do.

He's a contract killer

and the first criminal

you and this task force

put in prison.

You're talking about

The Freelancer.

Hid his murders

within the headlines

of ordinary accidents

and disasters.

If you're here, he must

be making an argument

that concerns you.

His argument

hasn't changed.

Our case was based

on information given to us

by a confidential

informant.

Veseli says

the trial judge erred

by not forcing us to disclose

the informant's identity.

[ Door opens ]

So we violated his 6th Amendment

right to confront his accuser.

Sounds pretty standard.

[ Door closes ]

Not this time.

He's hired Scooter Rovenpor

to handle the appeal.

Rovenpor could get

the devil off on appeal.

Old Scoot certainly got

the judge's attention.

We fought it, but he's ordered

both parties to appear

for oral argument

on the motion to withdraw.

Who the hell are you?

Agent Keen swore out

the affidavits

based on the informant's

knowledge,

so he wants to hear

from Keen directly.

I'm afraid

that may be difficult.

Agent Keen's

in the field.

Then get her back.

She's due in Judge Velchek's

court first thing tomorrow.

We need to neutralize this,

Harold.

If the evidence we got from

Reddington gets excluded,

our case is gonna be shakier

than cafeteria Jell-O.

A thousand dollars

an hour?

A fee I've agreed

to waive.

Why?

Not saying I don't

appreciate it, but why me?

I don't think

you got a fair trial.

You believe

I'm innocent.

No.

But I believe even mass

murderers deserve equal justice.

You think if I get it,

I'll walk?

Maybe.

But that's all gonna depend

on Agent Elizabeth Keen.

.

♪♪♪

[ Bird call ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Bird call ]

Is anything more boring

than bird watching?

Six hours to maybe glimpse

the bill of a toucan

you can see on a box

of Froot Loops.

Bird watching is more

than just birds, Cvetko.

It's seeing ourselves

in connection

with the world

in which we live.

I live in laboratory.

The only birds

I connect with are dead.

Your world

is uniquely inanimate.

Which is why

I asked you here.

I need to know

who wrote this.

It's not

Elizabeth Keen?

Someone in her employ.

Who may have left

a fingerprint,

a clue that could lead you

to her identity.

In the world I'm living in,

nothing is more important.

I'll see

what can I do.

Under the greenwood tree,

who loves to lie with me,

and turn his merry note

unto the sweet bird's throat.

Nice rhyme.

Shakespeare thought so.

♪♪♪

Okay.

♪♪♪

[ Bird call ]

♪♪♪

Aram: You said the robber

had staked out the bank,

so I pulled a list of people

with safety deposit boxes.

Thought I'd catch Park

up to speed

on The Freelancer's

handiwork.

Collapsed buildings,

overturned ferries,

all to kill one person?

Yeah,

he was a real peach,

who may walk free unless

Liz shows up in court.

We have to find her.

The only way to do that is

to find the thief on this list.

Well, we better hope

that Cooper

can stall the judge

until we do.

Judge Velchek:

To be clear, Mr. Rovenpor,

your client pleaded guilty

to one count of murder,

namely the murder of a woman

named Floriana Campo.

A notorious human trafficker,

Your Honor.

At the time,

Mr. Veseli's attorney

moved that the government

be ordered to disclose

the identity of

the confidential informant

who supplied most

of the information

that led to his arrest.

A motion I denied.

Yes, Your Honor,

and in light of your ruling,

and only because of it,

my client felt that it

was in his best interest

to enter a plea.

Many cases are founded

on intel supplied

by confidential sources,

Your Honor.

You weighed the variables

at the time

and made a perfectly

reasonable ruling.

-I agree.

-You agree?

It was reasonable

based on the information...

you made available

at the time,

but since that time, new

information has come to light.

For starters, we now know

that Agent Elizabeth Keen

has made a number

of high-profile cases

based on intel

from confidential sources.

A shocking number.

More, in fact, than any

other major case agent.

We'd have to review

those numbers.

The vast majority, if not all,

of those cases

were based on intel

supplied by the same individual.

You believe that

based on what?

Judge Velchek: I've read

the defendant's papers.

All these cases -- Ms. Navarro,

can you assure me

there were

multiple sources?

We are not able

to answer that.

Rovenpor:

Because if she did,

you'd wonder if there was

any informant at all,

since one person

couldn't possibly have

such a wide variety

of criminal knowledge.

Maybe Agent Keen fabricated

her quote/unquote "source"

as a way to get defendants

to cop a plea.

There has been no fabrication,

Your Honor,

and there is no evidence

to show that there has been.

Not yet, but that's why

you're here,

because I'm not prepared

to take your word on that.

I want to hear

from Agent Keen.

Your Honor, I am

Assistant Director

Harold Cooper of the FBI.

I'm Agent Keen's

immediate supervisor.

Unfortunately,

she's on assignment

and unable

to be here today.

Her assignment was to show up

in my courtroom.

I'm afraid that

won't be possible.

How convenient.

Your Honor, this is intentional.

Until when? How long before

she can answer my questions,

in person and under oath?

I honestly don't know,

Your Honor.

Well, that's not gonna cut it,

Mr. Cooper.

Have Keen here

by 4:00 p.m. today.

I can't guarantee that,

Your Honor.

I can guarantee this --

if she's not here,

I will grant

the defendant's motion

and Mr. Veseli

may very well be released.

♪♪♪

He's here.

Ah.

Red, you should know,

Keen approached me last week.

She said

you were dying.

That she's the heir apparent

and I should throw in with her.

Did you find anything?

No prints or DNA.

But you said the note

was left by a bank robber,

so I checked it

against a database

of information on robberies --

other notes, documents --

and found a handwriting match

to a previous robbery.

Thank you, Cvetko, for your work

and your loyalty.

The Bell Tower heist

in '94?

You know it?

I do,

and the man who did it.

Three pills,

half a glass of water.

Nothing else

until I come back.

She's rather

charmless.

We both know

you didn't come here

for a skip

down memory lane.

Two nights ago,

I was robbed.

Thief left a note.

The writing matches a note

you gave a teller

during the Bell Tower job.

You think I robbed you?

I take two steps,

I gotta rest for an hour.

I can't even steal my wallet

out of my own pocket.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Sorry.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Anything?

We went through the names

of everyone

with a safe deposit box.

Two weeks ago,

Terese Krissoff

opened one.

Only the real Ms. Krissoff

died three months ago.

The impostor

opened an account

with a fake

Social Security number

so she can

case the room.

The robbers

avoided surveillance

when they broke into

your box.

But we pulled a photo

of Krissoff

from a week ago

when she was prepping the job.

We just sent you

a copy of the image.

We can't make

a positive ID.

Can you?

No, but I may know

someone who can.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

I was once held captive

by the Shining Path.

Three months of unrelenting

heat and humidity

in the Peruvian jungle,

mixed with the occasional

round of electroshock.

All in all, it was a rather

unpleasant experience

but for my cellmate,

a delightfully monkish,

bookish Polish aid worker

who was also, inexplicably,

something of

a handwriting expert.

While fending off the daily

onslaught of rhinoceros beetles,

he would hold forth

on why a child's handwriting

is often nearly identical

to that of at least one,

if not a little of both, of his

or her parents' handwriting.

Apparently, the similarity

isn't genetic at all,

just subconscious

imitation.

I didn't know

you had a daughter.

I did once.

But not anymore.

I owe you an apology.

It's not your handwriting

on the note.

It's hers.

You didn't rob me.

She did.

No.

That's impossible.

I need you to tell me

where she is.

Where is she?

Jennifer and I

are estranged.

Now, I-I got those photos

from her mother.

She and I agreed that Jen

should live with her

s-so she could have a life,

a good life.

An honest life.

Where is she, Abe?

I'm not gonna

ask you again.

I can't tell you

because I don't know.

But if you're right that

my baby's a thief, go ahead.

You may as well

kill me now,

'cause I ain't got nothing

to live for.

.

Cooper:

The photo Aram sent you --

were you able to ID

the woman in it?

Yes.

The lead bore fruit.

So you know who robbed you,

who Elizabeth hired to rob you.

I do.

We're looking for her now.

We need to look together.

After all these years,

Harold,

I would think you'd know

I don't do halfsies.

If we don't find Elizabeth

by 4:00 p.m. today,

the case we made against

Alban Veseli will fall apart.

Alban.

The Freelancer.

Yes.

And he has a new attorney

who claims we violated

his civil rights

by not disclosing

that you were our source.

If Elizabeth doesn't appear

in court to defend the case,

the judge

may let him walk.

So are we doing halfsies

or what?

The woman

we're looking for --

her name is

Jennifer Anne Moores.

According to Reddington, she's

the daughter of Abraham Moores.

Reddington claims Moores

is a retired bank robber.

Like father

like daughter.

Moores was arrested in '98,

did nine years and retired.

Or maybe passed on the family

business to his daughter.

Reddington

doesn't think so.

He says the last thing

the father wanted

was for his daughter

to follow in his footsteps.

He told her that.

They became estranged.

Reddington doesn't think he

knows where the daughter is.

The DMV database shows

637 Jennifer Anne Moores.

But once I cross-check that

against the photo

we got from the bank --

[ Computer beeps ]

We got her address.

And her occupation --

well, alleged occupation

since I doubt she's gonna list

"bank robber"

on her mortgage

application.

I want teams at her home

and work.

Should we bring her in?

No, I want her followed.

Hopefully

to Elizabeth Keen.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

[ Garbled talking ]

Aram, what's up

with your audio?

Aram: I don't know.

I'm getting some nasty

frequency interference.

Hang on.

[ Garbled talking continues ]

That's the second call

she's had in five minutes.

What's she up to?

The whole thing's sort of

a double-edged sword, isn't it?

What whole thing?

This business with Keen.

And The Freelancer.

Him getting out.

The guy derailed a train,

killed 60 innocents

in an attempt

to hide one murder.

He's not getting out.

He may if Keen doesn't show.

He could walk.

On the other hand,

if she does show,

the killer stays in prison,

but we're forced to arrest Keen.

Double-edged sword.

Well, at this point,

all we have are bad options,

so arresting her may be

the best bad one we've got.

You haven't

been able to yet.

Yeah, but with the way

things are going,

that might be the only way

to keep her safe.

Now, who's this here?

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Think he's part

of her crew?

Aram,

where's that audio?

Nasty frequency interference.

Hang on.

♪♪♪

Oop.

Hang on.

We got someone else now.

Female to the south.

Aram, we need that audio.

Okay.

Just, um -- Alright.

Give me 20 seconds,

and I will get you sound.

♪♪♪

What the hell

is he doing?

Jennifer:

We're not supposed to meet

until I deliver the drive

to the client.

We have a problem.

Reddington showed up

at your father's apartment.

Raymond Reddington?

You're sure it was him?

I knew this was a mistake.

Let me think.

What's the move, Jen?

♪♪♪

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, s-sorry.

Uh, did you guys happen to see,

uh, a woman walk by,

about, um, 5'7", uh, dark --

uh, dark curly hair,

uh, super smart and funny,

so really -- she's really funny.

We haven't seen anyone.

Sorry.

Thanks anyway.

It's just, um...

I can't remember if I was

supposed to meet her at 1:00

and I'm super early

or noon and I just, like,

totally stood her up.

You could

just text her?

I can text her. I can text her.

I'll text her.

Oh!

I'm sorry!

Such an idiot.

Sorry.

♪♪♪

[ Sighing ]

Oh, my God.

-Spilling all the sugar.

-It's fine.

Okay. Thanks.

What exactly

did Reddington say?

He asked your dad about you.

About the job.

Raf: If he finds us, you know

he's gonna kill us, right?

What do you want to do?

Call Reddington

and say you're sorry,

that you'll give it back?

What's done is done.

We need to split up.

Lay low.

Yes, but not until after

we deliver the drive to Givins

and we get paid.

Givins.

You know that name?

Carolyn Givins.

It's one of Keen's aliases.

Carolyn.

It's me.

I need to move up the meet.

Peirce Mill

in Rock Creek Park,

3:00 p.m.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

♪♪♪

All worked out.

♪♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Cooper.

Jennifer Moores is making

the drop to Keen today.

Do you have the location?

Rock Creek Park.

We're getting units

in place now.

The moment she's in custody,

bring her here.

And, Agent Ressler, let's keep

this an internal matter.

We can notify Reddington once

Keen's safe and in our custody.

.

♪♪♪

We've got movement.

Unit 1,

hang back a bit.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Did you see that?

All teams, report.

Unit 1:

Unit 1, clear.

Unit 2: Unit 2, holding

just south of the location.

Your drop's blown.

Jennifer:

What? No.

If Reddington's people knew,

I'd be dead by now.

It's not Reddington.

It's the FBI.

Who's she talking with?

This has gotta be it.

Check your account.

♪♪♪

[ Beeps ]

♪♪♪

Okay.

I have the funds.

Where are you?

I have your drive.

Slow down.

Listen to me.

If you want a shot

at staying outta prison,

I need you to do

exactly as I say.

♪♪♪

Park.

7:00.

The woman

in the red jacket.

Copy.

Unit 1, you have eyes?

♪♪♪

Ressler:

All units, move in now.

Jennifer Moores.

FBI.

You're under arrest.

FBI! Hands in the air!

Hands!

What's going on?

What did I do?

-Stand still.

-Don't move.

Man: Don't move.

Put your hands

behind your back.

Do you have anything

in your pockets?

Park,

what have you got?

Nothing.

Pack's empty.

Empty?

You sure?

[ Sighs ]

The coffee cup.

Where's the cup?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations,

footsteps approach ]

I know you.

How you operate.

She'll be here.

The way

you handle Reddington

while all the while letting him

think he's handling you.

The velvet shiv you use

to get your agents

to do what you need in a way

that makes them feel

like they can do

what they want.

Harold, you are a wonder

to behold.

No one could've done

what you've done

these past seven years.

Yet here you are,

steaming up like a tea kettle,

and I want to know why.

What's going on

with Agent Keen?

I can't tell you that.

And I can't protect you

if you don't.

And believe me

when I tell you,

if the criminals you've arrested

start getting released,

you're gonna need

more protection

than a pair of teens

in the back of papa's car.

Judge Velchek:

Let me get this straight.

I ordered Agent Keen to appear.

She didn't.

I gave her a second chance

to comply. She hasn't.

Your Honor,

may we approach?

♪♪♪

Who is this?

Cynthia Panabaker,

Your Honor.

White House Counsel.

If we could talk to Your Honor

ex parte,

make a proffer

for your ears only,

maybe we can

move things along.

Absolutely not.

Your Honor --

It's the only way

this happens, Your Honor.

You're in the dark.

You want to release

a mass-murderer

because you don't

have information?

Do it.

See how that works out for you.

Or grant our request

and step into the light.

I'll clear the courtroom

and hear the proffer.

Relax, Mr. Rovenpor.

Once I hear the truth,

I'll make a ruling

about what, if anything,

stays privileged.

Bailiff,

please clear the court.

Bailiff: All rise.

Court is in recess.

♪♪♪

This better be good.

Raymond Reddington

is Agent Keen's

confidential informant.

That's right.

The President is aware.

So is a very small handful

of federal agents.

And now

the list includes you.

You're telling me

the United States government

is willingly in business

with Raymond Reddington?

You're not the first person

to express...some concern.

Oh, I'm not concerned.

I'm offended.

You don't find many swans

swimming in the sewer.

Reddington's the source

behind all these cases,

the one feeding Agent Keen

a steady diet of major criminals

for the last

seven-plus years?

You can understand why we need

to keep that from being exposed.

We didn't want you to think

we were simply

refusing to comply

with the court --

You don't think

you had an obligation

to inform those defendants

that the source of the intel

used against them

was maybe the most prolific

criminal mastermind

in modern world history?

Express your distaste

all you want,

but three presidents have come

to a different conclusion.

We didn't come back here

for your moral judgment.

Then here's

my legal judgment.

I find anything the FBI learned

from Reddington

with regard

to this defendant

to be unreliable

as a matter of law.

All evidence

that came from him

or was the fruit

of the relationship with him

should have been

declared inadmissible.

Your Honor, please.

Absent that evidence,

does the government

have sufficient proof

to make its case

against Mr. Veseli?

We'd need time before

answering that, Your Honor.

That's too bad,

'cause time's up.

I am granting

the defendant's motion

to withdraw

his guilty plea,

and I am forced to dismiss

the charges against him.

Don't do this.

I'm not doing it, Mr. Cooper.

You are.

♪♪♪

He's in for

a pleasant surprise.

It'll take a few hours for

the prison to process him out.

I'll do what I can

to slow that down.

What good will that do?

I'll take another look.

It's a long shot,

but maybe there's enough

to hold him

on another charge.

In the meantime,

find Keen.

We have Jennifer Moores

in custody.

Now, I don't know

who Miss Moores is

or how she can

lead you to Keen,

but if you don't bring her in

soon, you're on your own.

If this is gonna blow up,

I won't be the one

jumping on any grenades.

Aram: Well, I wouldn't say

it was a total loss.

Red:

Did you get Elizabeth?

Well, no.

Uh, not exactly.

Was your goal

to get Elizabeth?

Okay,

it was a-a total loss.

But on the plus side,

we got her associates.

I sent you their photos

to see if you can ID them.

So now you want my help.

Harold has a unique

definition of halfsies.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Halfsies?

I love halfsies.

Especially for food.

Tell him that I don't recognize

anyone in the photos

and that the next time

he has actionable intel,

I expect him

to share it with me

before it's squandered,

not after.

[ Cellphone beeps, closes ]

♪♪♪

You lied to me, Abe.

Raymond, I told you

what I knew.

Really?

Then why didn't you tell me

about your nurse?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Let's try this again.

Talk to me

about your daughter.

.

♪♪♪

No pressure, but getting Moores

to give us a lead on Keen

is all that stands between

Veseli and his release.

I thought the judge

ordered his release.

She did, but Panabaker

thinks she can keep him

from being processed out

before the end of the day.

If we can find Keen

by then,

maybe we can get

the order stayed.

Why don't we start

by talking

about your options here,

Ms. Moore?

How about

the lawyer option?

Yeah, we can do that.

And they can tell you

you're looking at 20 years.

Or they can tell me that without

any evidence or witnesses,

I should keep

my mouth shut.

Yeah. You're right.

We don't have any witnesses.

But what we do have are

your friends that we picked up.

Your, uh,

co-conspirators.

Silvina: Co-conspirator?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

How can I be a co-conspirator

if I don't know the woman?

She sure knows you.

At least, she seemed to when

we recorded the three of you

meeting at True Cafe.

I'm done talking.

Raf's not.

Raf's got plenty to say.

About you.

Jennifer.

How you met

through her father.

That's a lie.

No, it's the truth.

Silvina spent every day

with him.

She's his live-in nurse.

How could they not

know each other?

Did Silvina say that?

You leave my father out of this.

Your father is a legendary thief

and a safe-cracker,

and you don't expect us

to overlook that, did you?

He went to prison

when I was 7.

Okay.

Enough already.

She's your daughter.

I never wanted this life

for her.

She's the first thing

you think of every morning.

Which is why I thought it best

to stay away from her,

even after

I got out of prison.

I cut ties.

You can't imagine

how hard that is.

For the purposes

of this conversation,

let's assume I can.

I hated the man.

He walked out of my life.

He abandoned me.

Until one day,

I walked back in.

Not to be with her,

you know, not to talk.

Just...

Just to see her.

And what did you see?

I saw my kid crack

the Vaultsafe 200

of a two-bit meth dealer

in under four minutes.

She was unrefined,

a little rushed, but...

God, she had the touch.

Even if I knew where he was,

I wouldn't talk.

He's an old man.

I should have called the police

right then and there.

But she was your child.

I figured I had something

to teach her.

To share with her.

A reason

to be in her life.

Is that what he told you?

Well, he's lying.

Ressler: I think he's still

very much involved in your life.

In fact, Raf says he's the one

who selects the targets.

Abe: Of course I did.

She needed marks who

wouldn't report the crime,

and I knew

where to find them.

You certainly found me.

Now, wait -- I told her

that you were off-limits.

I did, Raymond.

But she wouldn't listen

because of the money.

It was a lot of money.

The job was a contract.

Yes. A woman.

Uh, some American.

Tell me about her.

Jennifer: Only on one condition.

You leave my father

out of this.

Tell me about the woman.

Abe: They met through

an acquaintance.

Jennifer said she was

laying low after a job.

Cape Town.

Didn't have anywhere to go.

But Jen found

this safe house.

Part of a network.

Sanctuaries for criminals

on every continent.

Anyway, the woman who runs it,

her name's Vee.

She's the one

who approached me.

She said she had a client

at another safe house

who needed a job done.

Said she was raiding

a safe deposit box

and it had to

be done quickly,

so she and Jennifer

met in D.C.

Talked about the job.

She said it was personal.

That she was targeting

Raymond Reddington.

She said that you

were more vulnerable

than anyone might believe

and that she was

building an alliance.

And that when this was over,

when Reddington was dead,

that she'd be in my debt.

I told her not to do it.

But this woman, whoever she is,

she had on blinders.

[ Chuckles ] She had money,

and she was persuasive.

When they met.

Where the woman

was laying low.

Do you know

where that was?

Of course I do.

And I can tell you.

But again,

I want assurances.

You keep my father

out of this.

Raymond, lay this at my feet,

not at Jennifer's.

She's just a kid.

My girl.

Your girl.

My baby girl.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

We got it.

Keen's safe house.

It's an address

in Deanwood.

We're sending units now.

No, wait.

Reddington.

What is it?

Red: Greetings, Harold.

Text me the address.

I'm calling to see

how your crack team

is doing

with the prisoners.

Moores and her associates have

invoked their right to counsel.

They're refusing

to talk.

That's predictably

unfortunate.

Have you heard differently?

Any news on your end?

I wish I had something

to tell you, Harold.

Let me know if your prisoners

decide to talk.

I'll do that.

What's going on?

You going alone?

It's probably hubris,

but I still think

I might be able to reach her.

♪♪♪

[ Knock on door ]

Agent Keen.

It's Harold Cooper.

I'm alone.

I just want to talk.

[ Knock on door ]

Open the door,

Elizabeth.

♪♪♪

I'm afraid we're too late,

Harold.

It appears

she's already gone.

.

You said you didn't

recognize anyone.

That wasn't true, was it?

No.

Silvina Rosario works

for Abraham Moores.

Once I saw her in the photos,

I knew Abe had lied

and could easily be persuaded

to tell me what he knew.

Perhaps if you'd have shared

that information with us sooner,

Elizabeth wouldn't

have eluded us.

Sins, stones,

and glass houses, Harold.

Neither of us has played fair

with the other.

Now, seeing as how

your job description

is to play fair

and mine is to not,

then an argument

could be made

that you're slightly more at

fault than I, but why quibble?

Elizabeth's gone and she's taken

something of mine with her.

I couldn't be less interested

in what she stole from you.

My sole concern

is her well-being

and getting her back to help her

heal from the wound

that you caused

when you killed her mother.

We are each responsible

for the choices we make.

Elizabeth has made hers.

She's responsible for it,

not me.

I suppose you also think

that she's responsible

for The Freelancer's

release,

which now that we're here

and she's not,

is guaranteed to happen.

I think she's not only

responsible for it,

I think

it's what she wants.

That's absurd.

One day, Elizabeth steals

millions of dollars from me,

and next, The Freelancer has

a brand-new expensive attorney

demanding his release

unless Elizabeth Keen

magically appears in court.

That doesn't strike me

as absurd, Harold.

That strikes me

as unsettling.

Panabaker:

I stalled as long as I could,

but Veseli's out on bond.

So you're out of time,

and I am out of patience.

What aren't you telling me

about Keen?

She wants

to kill Reddington.

Which is why he's put her

on the Blacklist.

Elizabeth Keen

is on the Blacklist.

Maybe I ought to start

at the beginning.

Mr. Hadley.

I'm sorry

to keep you waiting.

♪♪♪

Unmarked?

As discussed?

Where is he?

♪♪♪

[ Door opens ]

♪♪♪

You're the lawyer? The one

who's representing Keen?

There's a number pre-programmed.

You ask for Charlotte.

You tell them you got caught

in the rain and need to dry off.

Keen put me in prison.

Why is she helping me now?

Miss Keen arranged

for your release

because she requires

your services.

What does she

need me to do?

For now?

Nothing.

"You got caught

in the rain..."

"And need to dry off."

[ Hayden Thorpe's "Diviner"

plays ]

♪ I'm a keeper of secrets ♪

♪ Pray do tell ♪

♪ I'll be your disciple ♪

♪ Show yourself ♪

♪ Living a fever dream ♪

♪ Lost control ♪

♪ You be my diviner ♪

♪ Show me where to go ♪

♪ My ghost had left my skin ♪

♪ Diviner ♪

Edward confirmed it.

She flew on a private jet

out of Dulles.

Then she's gone.

The thumb drive

with her.

Dembe: What will she

do with it?

Nothing good.

We need to inform

our friend in the East.

I'll arrange the meeting.

Dembe, let me out up there,

would you?

Where are you going?

Clear my head,

get some air.

♪ My ghost had left my skin ♪

♪ Diviner ♪

Do you mind

if I join you?

Not at all.

♪ You've been gone a long time ♪

You're just in time.

There's a Cape May Warbler

who usually starts up

right about now.

Do we know each other?

I don't believe so.

Should I know you?

No, no, no.

I was just curious

if we'd ever met.

♪ Living a fever dream ♪

♪ Lost control ♪

I'm Anne.

Raymond.

♪ You be my diviner ♪

Well, now we've met.

Yes.

[ Bird chirping ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Beep ]

♪ Hmm, hm-mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Hm-hm ♪

♪ Diviner ♪

♪ Hm-mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Hm-hm ♪

♪ My ghost had left my skin ♪

♪ Diviner ♪

Sir.

♪ Bring it in ♪

♪ Our house of mirrors

always shimmering ♪

She's really gone,

isn't she?

♪ Diviner ♪

Agent Keen?

♪ Where you been? ♪

♪ You've been gone ♪

I, uh...

I was up all night

thinking about it.

I mean...

I mean,

I know she's gone,

but then I find myself

hoping she isn't, you know?

You think we'll ever

hear from her?

I'm fairly confident we haven't

heard the last of Agent Keen.

♪ You be my diviner ♪

♪ Show me where to go ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪