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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 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.

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.

I was very clear.
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.

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.

Agent Keen. 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,
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.

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.

- 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‐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.

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.

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‐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‐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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