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♪♪♪

Rory: 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.

Red: 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.

[ Elevator door opening ]

I want to know who.

Maybe we should

ask him.

[ Remote beeps ]

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.

♪♪♪

Dembe: We acquired this

recording late last night.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Mary: It's me.

Keen's willing to make a deal.

She wants to meet with Neville

tomorrow here in D.C.

Vandyke:

He's not in the District.

Then get him here.

My life depends on it.

[ Beeps ]

He'll never forgive you

for this.

Red: 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 can 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.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

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.

Dembe:

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.

[ Cellphone beeps, snaps shut ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Knocks on door ]

♪♪♪

We're here for Mary.

Is Neville here?

Is he with you?

Open the door

and we can talk.

[ Chain scrapes, rattles ]

♪♪♪

[ Static, radio tuning ]

Woman: But it's your stuff.

I mean, what

do you want me to do?

Woman #2: The senator --

[static crackles] explanation.

It's being

widely anticipated...

[ Dog barking ]

You okay?

I'm fine.

You don't seem fine.

Hey, camera two,

scan that second floor

again for me,

will you?

Woman: 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.

Man: It's -- It's not a problem

with the wiring.

Just make sure

she doesn't get hurt.

Hey, unit two.

Third floor west.

Vandyke:

I know what was agreed to,

but he changed his mind.

Mary: Just go with him,

please.

Woman:

No. Absolutely not.

He's insisting.

I gave you very

specific instructions.

I was very clear.

And I realize that.

He just make us?

Agent: 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?

Beans: 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.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Gunshots ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Gunshots continue ]

Shots fired. Shots fired.

Officer down.

[ Grunting ]

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Gunshots ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Stop! Keen!

Put it down!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Grunts ]

♪♪♪

I'm okay.

♪♪♪

You wanna live,

you come with me.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Park, they're on the street.

Moving west, headed your way.

♪♪♪

[ Gunshots ]

[ Grunts ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Park: Freeze! Don't move!

FBI!

Man: Forget Mary!

Leave her!

Hands!

Show me your hands!

♪♪♪

.

Ressler: 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.

Aram: 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.

[ Cellphone rings, beeps ]

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.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Any word on Agent Keen?

No, but we found

Rakitin.

[ Police radio chatter ]

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?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Groans ]

It's okay.

It's okay,

Mr. Townsend.

You were sleeping.

Godwin: 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.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

♪♪♪

Harold says

Rakitin is dead.

We would have heard.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone beeping ]

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?

[ Beeping continues ]

♪♪♪

Vandyke: She had it in

her jacket when we searched her.

♪♪♪

Well, Miss...

Keen.

This is certainly

unprecedented.

Where's Mary?

In FBI custody.

She took her, what,

to hurt me?

Talk to me, Neville.

I'm right here.

I'm looking right at you.

♪♪♪

[ Sighs ]

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.

♪♪♪

[ Door creaks open ]

[ Silverware clinking lightly ]

♪♪♪

What the hell

are you up to?

[ Door creaks shut ]

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?

♪♪♪

Park: 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.

[ Keys clacking ]

Agent Keen.

Right. Except...

[ Keys clacking ]

[ Beeping ]

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?

[ Beeps ]

Katarina: 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.

[ Two gunshots ]

[ Beeps ]

♪♪♪

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,

w-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.

Ressler:

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.

♪♪♪

.

Ressler:

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.

Panabaker:

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.

[ Telephone rings ]

This is Cooper.

Red: 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.

Red:

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.

Park: Her what?

The doppelganger.

We've lost visual contact.

♪♪♪

[ Beeps ]

She's gone.

Repeat, she's gone.

♪♪♪

[ Keypad beeps ]

How did you get in here?

Your brother.

He sent me.

What? How?

What do you mean sent?

Liz Double:

I am not a murderer.

Townsend:

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?

Mary: What are we doing? Does

Neville have people on the way?

Your brother loves you

very much.

♪♪♪

Oh! [ Grunting ]

[ Choking ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

.

[ Keypad beeping ]

♪♪♪

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.

[ Keys clacking ]

Sector Four.

Lower level.

B-corridor south.

Lock it down.

[ Alarms blaring ]

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.

[ Blaring continues ]

Ressler:

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.

[ Blaring continues ]

I'm sorry, Aram.

♪♪♪

[ Light jazz music playing ]

[ Buzzer ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]

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.

[ Beeping ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Beep ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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.

[ Receiver pinging ]

♪♪♪

What's this?

"You're not

on my schedule."

♪♪♪

Commissioner.

Are you in there?

This is surreal.

I-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.

[ Alarms blaring ]

Liz Double: Hey.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Ressler: Keen.

I know you can hear this.

Liz Double:

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.

Alright?

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.

[ Beeping ]

♪♪♪

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.

♪♪♪

Red: 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.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Beep ]

♪♪♪

Yes.

I am, thank you.

Actually, no, there's a man

who's insisting

on speaking with you.

Yes. He's here now.

♪♪♪

[ Exhales slowly ]

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.

♪♪♪

[ Gun clicks ]

You really think you have

power over me, don't you?

Your location.

I'm not giving it to you.

[ Gun clicks ]

I am not surrendering

myself to you.

[ Gun clicks ]

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.

[ Gun clicks ]

Please, sir, I'm begging you.

I-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.

[ Gun clicks ]

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.

♪♪♪

[ Beep ]

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.

[ Exhales deeply ]

A cheap trick.

My apologies.

♪♪♪

Panabaker:

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.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Dialing ]

[ Telephone rings ]

♪♪♪

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-a reckoning.

And Elizabeth Keen and I

are coming to deliver one.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Try and get some sleep.

I always try.

♪♪♪

And I never do.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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