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Thank God. There you are.
Where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you.

Doesn't matter.
Just... Just listen to me.

There were two men.
They know.

I don't know how,
but they know.

They came to the nest
asking about the contract.

They know where you are.
They're coming.

Elizabeth.

I think we're long overdue
for a talk.

What Agent Keen has done
is reprehensible.

Working to exonerate
The Freelancer.

Using him to befriend
a war criminal
like Chemical Mary.

There's no defense of that.

But I think maybe
I've confirmed
a plausible explanation.

You mean besides revenge
against Reddington

for killing
her mother.

I mean an explanation
that matches

what I know
about Elizabeth.

That she wouldn't do
any of this

unless it was for a cause
greater than herself.

In this case, outing a traitor
to the United States.

N-13.

Elizabeth recently stole
a thumb drive

from a safe deposit box
of Reddington's.

We know that the drive
contained intel

compiled by a man
known as Rakitin.

A hacker who may be working
on behalf of the Russians.

The House intel chair
thinks Rakitin was working

somewhere in
the U.S. government.

He was close to
finding out where

when someone hacked into
his committee's computer

and deleted all the files
they had on Rakitin.

Do they know
who did it?

They don't.
But I do.

Reddington.

Rakitin funnels
stolen intel to N-13.

The drive that Keen has

contains stolen intel Rakitin
was funneling to Reddington.

Two plus two equals
Mr. Reddington is N-13.

We think,
but we don't know.

And we won't know
until we find
the real Rakitin.

That's right.

Fortunately,
we have a lead.

To be precise,

five leads.

The thumb drive Keen stole
contained deep cover intel

on a series of CIA assets
stationed across the globe.

Wait.
You decrypted it?

Even... Even the NSA
couldn't decrypt it.

The NSA didn't have
Reddington's thumbprint
on a scotch glass.

You think one of these
agents is Rakitin?

No. But their identities
were compromised by him,

so I asked the House
intel chair

how many people in the Office
of Intelligence and Analysis

had the clearance
to even know the identities

of this many assets.

The answer is five.

I want their security
clearances frozen
and a full workup done.

One of these five is a traitor
to this country.

I want to know who.

Maybe we should
ask him.

For now,
this stays with us.

We can talk
in my office.

Why so glum, Harold?

You all look like
you're in a Bergman film

playing chess
with death.

Just housekeeping.
Come on.

I know you don't like
coming here,

so what you have to tell me
must be urgent.

We acquired this
recording late last night.

It's me. Keen's willing
to make a deal.

She wants to meet
with Neville
tomorrow here in D.C.

He's not in the District.

Then get him here.
My life depends on it.

He'll never forgive you
for this.

The man is an associate of Neville Townsend's.

I had a line on him
and a tap on his phone,

but the line's been broken
and the phone disconnected.

This is all I know.

That as of this morning,

Neville Townsend
is in the District.

To meet with Elizabeth.

What we don't know
is why.

So she could kill him,
I suspect.

Townsend hunted
her mother for years,

forced her into hiding
away from Elizabeth,

who now wants revenge.

Why play me
the recording?

Because it was made
on a satellite phone,

and we can't pinpoint
the location.

So we're working
together on this.

We are.

The risks are too great
if we don't.

I've found one of Townsend's
former bodyguards.

My people are
working him now.

Make no mistake, Harold.
By going after Townsend,

Elizabeth is putting
her life
in grave danger.

He's is on the line.

He says
it's urgent.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Tell me everything you can
about this recording.

I'll have the NSA
inspect the tapes

with our low Earth
satellites.

It came into the Townsend
organization yesterday,

4:23 p.m.

You're overreacting.

They froze my
security clearance.

And when I say "they,"
I mean Harold Cooper.

The drive that was stolen.
He must have accessed it,

which means
he is coming for me.

Cooper needs to be stopped
before that happens.

I said
I'd take care of it...

and I will.

We're here for Mary.

Is Neville here?
Is he with you?

Open the door
and we can talk.

But it's your stuff.

I mean, what
do you want me to do?

The senator...
Explanation.

It's being widely anticipated...

You okay?

I'm fine.

You don't seem fine.

Hey, camera two,
scan that second floor

again for me,
will you?

You said that I could make it up in extra...

I know how hard
this is for you.

The NSA said this is where
the call came from.

Keen's here.

Point is, you're doing
the right thing.

Seeing this through.
Bringing her in.

It's...
It's not a problem
with the wiring.

Just make sure
she doesn't get hurt.

Hey, unit two.
Third floor west.

I know what was agreed to, but he changed his mind.

Just go with him,
please.

No.
Absolutely not.

He's insisting.

I gave you very
specific instructions.

And I realize that.

-He just make us?
I think he did.

-Should we move in?
-No. Hold tight.
Park.

You understand
why he's insisting on
a neutral location.

He has no reason
-to trust you.
-What do you think? Lookout?

Hey, lady.

These your friends?

That's her, Park.
That's her.

-What the hell are you doing?
-Getting you out of here!

Breach. Breach.
All units, go now!

I'll take the north.

Keen lied.
It's a setup.

We're coming your way.

Shots fired. Shots fired.
Officer down.

Stop! Keen!
Put it down!

I'm okay.

You wanna live,

you come with me.

Park, they're on the street.
Moving west, headed your way.

Freeze!
Don't move! FBI!

Forget Mary!
Leave her!

Hands!

Show me your hands!

Elizabeth Keen.
Where is she?

I don't know.

Dead for all I care.

She grabbed you
in France,

used you to lure out
Neville Townsend.

She grabbed me
and befriended me,

tricked me into believing
I could trust her,

when all she wanted was to
use me to betray my brother.

Say that again.

Neville Townsend
is my brother.

A war criminal
and an international fugitive.

Your parents
must be proud.

Keen thought
she was using you
to trap Townsend,

but you made sure
it was the other way around.

I was minding my own business
when she kidnapped me.

I've done nothing wrong.

Except use chemical weapons
on men, women, and children.

I'm a research
scientist.

If you can prove otherwise,
arrest me.

If not, let me go.

That's not gonna happen.

Then I'm not gonna tell you
what you want to know.

It's Cooper.

Harold, please tell me
you found her.

Found and lost,
I'm afraid.

Townsend got there first?

He got Elizabeth.

We got his sister,
Chemical Mary.

Mary Bremmer?
She's Townsend's sister?

We have her in interrogation,
but we're not
getting anywhere.

Our Townsend associate
is proving to be
equally obstinate.

We're ratcheting up
his Q&A,

moving from paper
to plastic.

You know Townsend.
What hope does she have?

He's a very dangerous man.

Elizabeth kidnapped
his sister, and now
he has Elizabeth.

If I were her,
I'd feel pretty hopeless.

Any word on Agent Keen?

No, but we found
Rakitin.

He was one
of the five suspects
we'd been investigating

at the Office
of Intelligence
and Analysis.

Suspending his security
clearance must have
spooked him.

Apparently, he was notified
this morning

that his credentials
were frozen.

Left the office.

Neighborhood security patrol
found his car

less than an hour later.

Wrap the vehicle.
Get Evidence
Response on site.

Something here points
to his relationship
with Reddington,

and I want it found.

Godwin,
I'm begging you.

-Please.
-It's urgent.

He gave me very
specific instructions.

This takes precedence.

Whatever it is,
it'll have to wait.

His last episode
was four days.

He was manic.
He can't be disturbed.

Blake, my love,
we need to wake Mr. Townsend.

Right now.

Neville?

Neville,
can you hear me?

It's okay.

It's okay,
Mr. Townsend.

You were sleeping.

Sir.

I'm sorry
to wake you, sir.

It's Elizabeth Keen.

We have her.

I've been dreaming
about you, Elizabeth.

You.

Your mother.

The malice you must
feel toward me
because of her death.

It's as if I...

I manifested you,

brought you here
from my sleep.

Why?

We both know why.

We know I need to be
the last face you see

while you're begging
for your life.

What is this?

Who...

What have you done?

You need
to hear her out.

You said you had
Elizabeth Keen.

Neville.
Look at me.

I am Elizabeth Keen.

I thought our focus
was finding Elizabeth.

That's right.

I thought we had an understanding.

We do. And I'm
living up to that.

Though your tone suggests
you believe otherwise.

What "suggests otherwise"
is Rakitin's dead body.

What are you
talking about?

You killed him.

No, I did not.

You took time out from trying
to find Elizabeth

in order to save
your own hide,

to keep him from confirming
that you're N-13.

I'm not worried
about my hide.

I worry about
Elizabeth's.

I strongly suggest
you do the same.

And whoever is dead,
I certainly didn't kill him.

I don't believe you.

Well, that's your problem,
not mine.

Harold says
Rakitin is dead.

We would have heard.

I'm gonna make some calls,
scratch around.

After you finish that,
why don't you
swing by his place,

see what you can find?

She had it
in her jacket
when we searched her.

Well, Miss...

Keen.

This is certainly
unprecedented.

Where's Mary?

In FBI custody.

And she took her, what,
to hurt me?

Talk to me, Neville.

I'm right here.
I'm looking right at you.

Why did you take
my sister?

Because I had no way
to reach you.

Abducting your sister
forced her to make contact,

to negotiate
her own safe return,

and to get this face to face
meeting with you.

I had nothing to do
with today's capture.

No?
You're an FBI agent.

Not anymore, I'm not.

The FBI can't help me.

You can.

If you thought
saving my sister

would put you
in my good graces,
you're wrong.

Besides,
why would you think
I'd help you?

I've done nothing
but hurt you.

I murdered your mother.
I'll kill you once--

You believe
my mother was murdered

by the Kazanjian Brothers.

That never happened.

They betrayed you,
cut a deal with my mother
to fake her death

and buy her the time
she needed to clear her name.

I don't believe
any of this.

And I don't expect you to.

You've spent 30 years
hunting my mother

because you believe
she's the Russian turncoat

they call N-13.

She's not.

She was innocent.

Katarina Rostova
is N-13.

Katarina Rostova was framed
by her father

and set up as a patsy.

She knew that you
and the rest of the world

would never stop hunting her

until she could
prove that truth,

a truth she died
trying to uncover.

You said she was alive.

She was.

Until Raymond Reddington
killed her.

Are you saying
Reddington killed her

to hide the fact
he's N-13?

Yes.

And I can prove it.

That he's the reason
your family's dead.

He's the one
you need to kill,

and I'm here to help you do
exactly that.

Tell me more.

What the hell
are you up to?

They wanted Rakitin,

I gave them someone
who fits the bill.

I told you
I was handling it.

Does Cooper believe
it was me?

That's not the point.

That's the only point.

The witch hunt is over
and there's one less
government knob

sticking his nose
into our business.

You should be thanking me.

You tricked them.

For a day.

Maybe two.

But they'll see past it,

and when they do,
they'll come looking for you.

You give them
too much credit.

My friend, I am engaged
in a 30-year project.

Now, you may be
a vital part of that,

but if you
jeopardize it again

as the impetuous amateur
that you are,

I will let you go.

Permanently.

Is that clear?

Still combing through
surveillance.

I can't believe
she'd work with
someone like this.

She wasn't
working with her.

She was using her
to get to Townsend.

Have you seen
what she's done?

Chemical Mary. The way
her weapons have been used.

Against civilians...

children.

The Agent Keen I know
wouldn't use
someone like this

to get to Townsend
or anyone else.

She'd arrest her

and make sure she couldn't
hurt anyone again.

Whoa.

-What is it?
-Look.

This is footage
from the raid,

and that's
supposed to be her.

Right. Except...

It's not Agent Keen.

Someone's pretending
to be her.

Why would anyone do that?

But, uh, more importantly,
this woman,

where did they take her?

I can't imagine

what this must be
like for you.

Knowing you can't kill me

because of how much
Elizabeth loves her mother.

That's quite...

convincing.

I wouldn't have gone
to the effort
of taking your sister,

luring you out,
of making this pitch

unless I was certain.

Raymond Reddington
killed my mother

because she had
uncovered the truth.

She had evidence.

She discovered his plan,
and he killed her
to keep her quiet.

Even if you're right,
why would I ever trust you?

I told you,
I'm not an FBI agent.

The FBI raided my team
during a meeting with you.

They have my sister.
They'll force her to talk.

Those are the very people
enabling Reddington.

-Working with him.
-The FBI.

I told you, he's embedded
himself in the Bureau,

gained their trust.

To what end, I don't know,
which is why I need your help.

-You mean my money.
-I mean your influence.

Look, Reddington has an army
on both sides of the law.

I can't do this alone.

I need a partner.

What you've done,

coming here like this,
it's...

It's audacious.

But if I were to even
consider an alliance,

I'd need to know,
without question,

that I can trust you.

You can trust me.

I hope so.

Which is why I'm going
to give you an opportunity
to prove it.

I can see it's not Keen,

but what I can't figure out
is why it's not Keen.

And how did she find someone
that looks exactly like her?

Just got the forensics
back from the scene.

No hit on the prints
and nothing off
facial recognition.

Whoever Keen's
doppelganger is,
she's not in any database.

We got nothing.
No leads.

We don't have to find her.

Why not?
She could lead us to Keen.

We don't have to find her
because she found us.

She surrendered herself
out front five minutes ago.

We can
sit here all day,

but this, whatever it is
we're doing,
it's not gonna work.

Look, you obviously
are working with her.

You're some kind
of a surrogate.

So, why don't you tell me
how I can help?

Ressler, I told you
what I need.

No, it's Agent Ressler.

Donald.

Come on.

I care about you.

I want to end this
as much as you do,

but I need your help.

We're not
giving you immunity.

I can't tell you
what's happening
until you do.

Please.

Talk to me about Keen.

I told you, it's me.

No.

You want proof?

Why don't we start
with what happened
between you and me

the night before
I went on the run?

Who the hell are you?

Harold.

Please.

I need your help.

Reach out to Panabaker.
See if she'll consider a deal.

Absolutely not!

Giving her immunity
is the only way
that we can find Keen.

Giving who immunity?
We don't even know who she is.

Well, we know she knows
a lot about Keen.

What she knows is that
you thought it was a fine idea

to dip your wick
in the fugitive
end of the swimming pool.

Honestly, Harold,
sometimes I wonder

if Keen is still out there
because you can't find her

or because
none of you want to.

It's hard going after
a beloved colleague.

I make no secret of that.
But I'd remind you

that we apprehended
Chemical Mary,

a war criminal who's eluded
capture for over a decade.

That thanks to
this Task Force,

she's sitting in
an interrogation room

awaiting transport
to central lockup.

I am aware
you have neutered

more than your fair share
of swamp creatures,

which is why I give you
a perilously long leash.

But it's not so long that
I'll approve granting immunity

to someone whose identity
I am unaware of.

Ressler, go over
the forensics again.

Facial recognition, prints.
See what you can find.

Be good if that included
your dignity.

-This is Cooper.
I thought I had someone

who could help us
locate Elizabeth.

Sadly, I was mistaken.

Townsend doesn't have her.
We thought he did.

When we raided her safe house,
we thought we saw

his team grab Keen,
but turns out,
it was a look-alike.

If you boys are done
mansplaining to each other...

Play nice.
Cynthia Panabaker's here.

Tell me about this look-alike.

-She was a walk-in.
-Says she'll lead us to Keen

if she gets immunity,
which I will not be granting

until I know exactly
who we're dealing with.

A look-alike.
A walk-in.

Someone who knows how
to lead you to Agent Keen.

Be careful, Harold.

I suspect that woman
may be a Cyranoid.

Excuse me? A play on a play.

Cyrano de Bergerac,

in which the homely
but clever poet

woos the lovely Roxane

by speaking through
a handsome intermediary.

A timeless tale,
perfectly adapted
to the criminal world.

What the hell
is he talking about?

Imagine being able to hire
trained operatives.

ex-Mossad, discharged
military personnel,

agents of all stripes

to be your eyes,
your ears,
and your voice.

Are you saying that Liz
can hear everything her...

Cyranoid can?

Yes. She's the master
of her own puppet.

An avatar of herself.

Consider the arms dealer

who's conducting business
in a war zone.

Or the cartel leader
who's personally
delivering a ransom.

One might dream up

any number of dicey
and dangerous situations

in which criminals
would fear for their lives.

Cyranoids are the solution.

They're paid surrogates

offering a physical likeness
of their employer

while broadcasting
the experience
to said employer.

Broadcasting how?

A device in the eye.
A gadget in the ear.

I don't know
how the magic works.

I'm told
it's a voyeur's delight.

If you're right
and this is
Elizabeth's stand-in,

why would she
give herself up?

My suspicion, Harold,
is that she hasn't.

She just wants you
to believe that she has.

Something tells me the canary
just ate the cat.

I have double-checked.
I've triple-checked.

We can't ID her.

Whoever she is,
she is not our problem.

Now, this...
This is our problem.

Douma and Khan Shaykhun.

Syrian children victimized
by chlorine gas.

-What are you doing?
-We have a war
criminal in custody.

I am going to confront her
with her war crimes.

She cut the feed.
Keen's Cyranoid.

Her what?
-The doppelganger.

We've lost visual contact.

She's gone.
Repeat, she's gone.

How did you get in here?

Your brother.
He sent me.

What? How?

What do you mean sent?

I am not a murderer.

She knows too much.

She's made herself
a liability.

She's your sister.

You can't beat Reddington
without me.

That's why you're here.
You need me on your team.

This is my price.

Are you willing to pay it?

What are we doing?
Does Neville have people
on the way?

Your brother loves you
very much.

Oh!

-Do not move.
-Aram.

Put the gun down, Aram.

-How do you know my name?
-Aram, it's me.

It's Liz.

There. Go back.

Sector Four.
Lower level.

B-corridor south.
Lock it down.

No.

I promise you, Aram...

Get on the ground....I hired the woman

you're looking at
right now.

I can see and hear
everything she does.

She says
what I tell her to say.

I said get on the ground.

That's how she knew
about the Task Force.

That's how she got out
of interrogation.

I told her
how to kill the cameras,

gave her
the override codes.

Stop where you are,
or I will shoot.

Turbo.

What?

Your pet turtle's name
is Turbo.

You ride your bike
to work.

You like your salad dressing
on the side.

Your last girlfriend
was a sociopath.

Do not come any closer!

Aram, it's me.

Breach control, Sector Four.

We need a team
at the south egress.

If you're Liz or...

acting for Liz,
whatever, just...

Why kill Mary Bremmer?

Liz would never do that.

I don't expect you
to understand,

but I am doing
what is necessary
to end this.

To stop Reddington.

She was in our custody.

She was a murderer, Aram.

She killed innocents.

No.

No.

I'm sorry, Aram.

Be right with you!

Whoa, hey, sorry.

Employees only.
I can help you two up front.

I need to speak with
The Commissioner.

The Commissioner. Isn't that
what he calls himself?

I thought you said he calls
himself The Commissioner.

Or The Commander.
Sorry. The Commander.

Jafari calls him
The Commissioner.

I need to speak
with The Commissioner.

Guys, um...

I don't know who
The Commissioner is,

or why you think he's here,
but we fix radios--

The Commissioner.

Right.

You, um...

need to speak
to Mr. Wonderly first.

Be vetted by security.

Let's not waste
anyone's life today.

Just... Just a minute.

Paging him now.

The doppelganger.

Agent Keen's telling her
what to do, where to go.

She has a radio.

Notify CRT. Get men down
to the utility corridor.

Lock it down.

What's this?

"You're not
on my schedule."

Commissioner.
Are you in there?

This is surreal.

I'll get to the point.

I need information
on one of your contracts.

Who are you?
How did you find me?

Uh, who I am
doesn't matter.

What does matter is that
I found you,

and that I'm willing
to tell the world

everything I know
about your little enterprise

unless you tell me
where I can find your client

Elizabeth Keen.

Okay, just hold on.
Slow down.

I don't have
client information.

I suspect you keep a rather
close watch on your clients.

On their money, yes.
On their payments.

Not their physical
whereabouts.

The only way to do that
is to trace the signal

while they're
communicating...

Through their Cyranoid
in real time.

Okay, then. The location
of Elizabeth Keen's Cyranoid.

I need it.

In exchange,
I stay quiet

and your little
shop of horrors
remains our secret.

Hey.

Keen.
I know you can hear this.

You should let me go.

Those days are over.

Why?
Nothing's changed.

No. You ordered your puppet
to murder Bremmer.

Now you're
helping her escape.

I've missed you.

Well, how about
we get together?
Have a little chat.

All right?
You know where to find me.

Yeah.
As a matter of fact, I do.

Give me your gun.

Don't do this.

Cooper, I know
you can hear me.

I have Ressler.
Tell everyone to stand down.

I don't want to hurt him,
but if I see even one guard,

I will shoot him.

The alarm
scrambled the codes.

You know the new ones.
I don't.

I meant what I said.

I really do miss you.

-Yeah.
-Thank God.
There you are.

Where have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.

What do you mean
where have I been?
I've been on assignment.

Doesn't matter.
Just... Just listen to me.

What's wrong?
What's going on?

There were two men.
They know.

I dunno how,
but they know.

They came to the nest
asking about the contract.

I can't reach the client.
You know that.

We only correspond through--The interface. I know.

Which is why
The Commissioner
was forced

to give them
your location.

They know where you are.
They're coming.

Elizabeth.

I think we're long overdue
for a talk.

I can't help you.

I don't know where she is.
We're not online.

Then bring her
back online.

That's not a request.

Whatever it is you want,

you can't get to her.

You can't hurt her.

It's why she has me
as an avatar.

I want to talk to her.

Yes.

I am, thank you.

Actually, no, there's a man

who's insisting
on speaking with you.

Yes. He's here now.

Is she there?

Elizabeth, are you there?

I'm here.

This certainly
makes me reconsider

my dislike of cellphones.

What do you want?

I'd like this to stop.

For us to find peace.

-To talk.
-We're talking now.

Where are you?
I can come to you.

I don't want to see you.

We need to speak.

Face to face,
just you and I.

See, that's the thing
about you.

You're used to getting
your way every time.

Well, that's not gonna
work with me.

Not anymore.

You can't follow
or interrogate me.

That's why
I have a Cyranoid.

To eliminate your control.

And as far as finding me?
Good luck,

and goodbye, Reddington.

So, now you're gonna
kill an innocent bystander
to get to me?

The innocent bystander
you used

for your contract killing
of Mary Bremmer?

I'm no lawyer,
but I'm pretty sure
that makes her a murderer.

What it makes you,
I'm still grappling with.

The more
immediate question

is whether you're willing
to let this woman die

as a result
of your choices?

I'm not holding a gun.

But you are, Elizabeth.

Tell me where to find you,
and she lives.

You really think you have
power over me, don't you?

Your location.

I'm not giving it to you.

I am not surrendering
myself to you.

Okay. Stop. Please.

Stop.

Your location.

I didn't say stop.
She did.

This young woman doesn't
deserve to die, Elizabeth.

It's your decision,

but Miss Collins
has three chambers left.

If you're going to put
a bullet in that poor
woman's head,

that's your doing,
not mine.

Please, sir, I'm begging you.

I can help you find her.

Just put
the gun down, please.

Two chambers, Elizabeth.

Miss Collins.

Is that your name?

I'm sorry to put you
in this situation.

I'm so terribly sorry.

You're an extremely
lucky young woman.

But unfortunately,
that's it.

Last chance. Give me
your location, Elizabeth,

or the next chamber
is blood on your hands.

Do what you're gonna do.

This conversation
is over.

Wait! Stop, please.

She's gone.
She disconnected.

Please, I'm begging you.
She's gone.

Did we get the trace?

Columbia Heights.
Quincy Street.

A cheap trick.

My apologies.

Where's the line, Harold?

The bright light.

The demarcation between
what you won't stand for

and what you'll let slide
even as it rots your soul.

If I had a quarter
for every time

I've asked myself
that question...

I can't unsee what I saw.

Of course you can.

People do it every day.

Look away from bigotry.

Degradation. Disease.

Ignore injustice.

Someone was murdered
here today.

You don't understand
Agent Keen.

What she's been through,

the incredible burden
Reddington placed on her.

If you knew the whole story,
if you knew half of it,

you'd be as amazed
as I am

that she's behaved
as well as she has.

I never could have.
I don't know anyone who could.

So you're saying
there is no line.

No.

I'm saying
that drawing it

is about the hardest thing
I've ever had to do.

But I...think it's time
I do just that.

-What's this?
-Evidence Response
Team's report.

From the cryptographer's
vehicle.

He had fruit punch
in his thermos?

The intel on the drive
that Keen stole
from Reddington.

-It's all here.
-It is now.

It wasn't when he died.

-What do you mean?
-He had a laptop
in his vehicle.

None of the files
on the deep cover agents

found on Rakitin's drive
was there
at the time of his death.

So who input the data?
A ghost?

How about Rakitin?
Think about it.

He knows
we're looking for him.

I don't know how he does,
but just go with it for a sec.

He knows there's only
five people with access

to this kind of intel,
so he kills one of them

and uploads the incriminating
data onto his computer.

-Looks like he did us a favor.
-How do you figure?

Well, originally,
we had five suspects,
and now we have four.

That puts us 20% closer
to finding the real Rakitin.

What's she gonna do
about today?

Issue an arrest warrant
for Elizabeth Keen.

You couldn't talk her
out of that?

I'm the one
who asked her to do it.

Reddington.

Where's Elizabeth Keen?

Life is full of little
surprises, isn't it?

Imagine mine when I learned
Rostova wasn't responsible

for the death
of my family.

But she was.

Keen says otherwise.

A daughter
wanting to believe

there was good
in a mother who was bad.

I heard the tape.

You killing Rostova
to cover the truth.

So very operatic,
even for you.

Elizabeth Keen
is not to be trusted.

Oh, I think she is.

She's proven herself
quite an asset already.

Murdering your sister.

Above and beyond,
I think you'll agree.

It seems that
there is literally

nothing she won't do
to get to you.

You certainly collect enemies
in your wake.

And as the wise men say,

the enemy of my enemy
is my friend.

My issues with Elizabeth Keen
don't concern you.

And my issues with you
don't concern her.

Oh, but they do.

In ways you've kept secret
for far too long.

Uh, it turns out
that you're due

for a reckoning.

And Elizabeth Keen and I
are coming to deliver one.

Try and get some sleep.

I always try.

And I never do.