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It's done. He's down.

He's on board. Tell her we're
en route, 10 minutes out.

They say the Heretic's Fork
exposes the sinner.

Makes him
renounce his sins.

What do
you renounce,
Mr. Bracker?

Hmm?

Let me help you.

Your cartel's expanded
into territory
that isn't yours.

My employer
can't allow that.

We'll stop.

We'll stop.

Oh, I know
you'll stop.

As of this moment,

you're out
of business,

but that's not
why you're here.

You're going to tell me
all the relevant details

of your operation.

Every runner,
every financier...

He says
it can't wait.

Hmm.

I'll be with you
shortly.

I was just
about to phone you.

We're ready to
start the uplink.

Change of plans.
What does that mean?

It means
I need you here
in the U.S.

It's, uh...

It's a matter
of some urgency.

You can't be here.
They'll see you.

I once dropped acid
with Allen Ginsberg.

We spent a glorious
afternoon in Soho,

just tumbling.

I know what you want,
but I can't help you.

I miss that gentleness.

** Summer winds
are softly blowing **

You're a service
provider, Bobby.

I put you on the payroll
to provide a service,

information
on Townsend.

You're laundering
his money
out of a laundromat,

which is in itself
entertaining,

but I also know
you're skimming
off the top.

That's not true.

Oh, you're definitely
stealing from Townsend.

And while I admire
your chutzpah,

I can't help but think that
if I know you're stealing
from Townsend...

it's just
a matter of time.

So, tell me
where I can find him

or where I can
find someone who can.

I don't know
where he is.

But I know
where his money goes.

Once it's cleaned,
I make a series
of deposits.

Who gets
the biggest one?

A woman.

Laken Perillos.

Perillos.

The Brazen Bull.

What?
Go on.

I don't know
who Perillos is,

but I assume
that if you could
get to her,

she could help you
find Townsend.

And where is she?

In the States.

I was told
that she came in
last night.

That's all
that I know.

That was Ruddiger.

He thinks he has
something for us.

You know
what they call
a money launderer

who can't be trusted?

A bad investment.

Get out of here.

I have a lead.

Townsend.

An arrest warrant
has been issued
for Elizabeth.

That's a mistake.

No. It's a tragedy.

I can tell you
how to get
to Townsend.

The only person I'm focused
on getting to is Elizabeth.

I don't see how
that's helped by going
after the person

whose sister
she killed.

Elizabeth killed Mary Bremmer
at Townsend's instruction.

Townsend wanted
his sister killed?

No, but you had her
in custody,

so he ordered the hit
to keep her from talking.

And as a test
of Elizabeth's
allegiance.

Keen and Townsend
are allies?

I thought
she wanted him dead.

A desire
she's put on hold

so they can join forces
and come after me.

So if I follow your lead
and go after Townsend,

I could get
to Elizabeth?

Tell me, Harold, what do you
know about the Brazen Bull?

A metal bull,
used to torture
and execute people?

According to legend, yes.

The condemned
were locked inside

while a fire
was set beneath it.

That is brazen,

but how's a Greek
torture device
relevant to us?

The bull was invented
by Perillos of Athens,

a student of pain

and the eponymous
namesake of
Laken Perillos,

the woman
Neville Townsend
employs

to inflict pain
on his victims
to extract information.

Reddington believes
Perillos can lead us
to Townsend

and Townsend
can lead us
to Keen.

Not after she killed
his sister.

Apparently that's what
Townsend wanted her to do,

as a test
of her loyalty.

Mr. Reddington says
Liz is working
with Townsend?

This is impossible.

I hope you're right.

But there's only one way
to find out.

What do we know
about Perillos?

Very little.
Except that she's
brutal and effective.

She came
onto the scene
six years ago.

At that time,
Antonio Bastinado,
Dominic Morgan,

and Andres Gataki
controlled the ships

that carried
nearly all the contraband
coming through the Bosporus.

How they managed it was
a tightly guarded secret

until Perillos
got hold of them.

Now they're dead.

Townsend controls
the strait,

and examples
of Perillos' handiwork
keep people in line.

Liz doesn't know
Townsend sanctioned this.

I mean,
she can't know, right?

Did Reddington give you
a lead on Perillos?

He gave me
the one victim
Perillos didn't kill.

Name's Roman Einhorn.
Has an estate
in Westchester.

Reddington says
Perillos left him alive
as a warning to others.

What kind of warning?

Apparently you'll see
when you talk to him.

Or try to.

I told you, this is
a waste of your time.
He doesn't wanna see you.

Well, he doesn't
have a choice.

Mr. Einhorn hasn't
accepted guests
in almost two years.

Ma'am, we're not
his guests. We're the FBI.
He has no choice.

What exactly
did they tell you
about Mr. Einhorn?

We know
he was maimed.

Look, we're just trying
to find the woman
who was responsible.

The gaze interaction
can be slow to respond.

He gets frustrated.

You need to
be patient.

I remember nothing.

Mr. Einhorn,
we understand
your apprehension.

We're trying
to help.

And as he told you,
Mr. Einhorn
doesn't want your help.

Mr. Einhorn,
Dr. Perillos isn't just
mutilating people,

she's murdering them.

We understand that
you're the only person
who survived her torture,

the only one
who's seen her face,

and we need your help
to stop her.

What happened to me
six years ago was a warning,

an illustration to others
who question her limits.

I was told that
if I assist the police,

the doctor would come back
to finish what she started.

This was
her promise to me,

and so, as I said
to you before,
I know nothing.

Ruddiger.

How are you,
my friend?

Raymond, good to
see you. Dembe.

Smells.

What the hell happened
to your hand?

Oh, uh, car door.
I was cooked.

Nearly lost
my pinkie.

You gotta
be careful, Max.

I need you with
all 10 digits.

That does smell.

Yeah.
What did you find?

The car bomb that
killed your man in Lagos
was breathtaking.

Large detonation wave,
secondary explosion.

Our friends
over at A Command

said they found
ammonium nitrate crystals
in the post-blast remains.

That sounds bloody awful.

Yeah.
What's the lead?

A partial print on
the Tamiya connector.

I'll get it
to Cvetko.

Who could do this,
Raymond?

Not Elizabeth,
I'm sure.

Not on her own, no.

I'm afraid Elizabeth
has enlisted
Neville Townsend

to weaponize
the various details

she's come to learn
about my organization.

Cvetko, it's Dembe.

What the hell
is that smell, anyway?

It's dreadful.

Oh, I'm working on
a cyclohexane-based
accelerant.

Low flash point.
Stable.

And a real pain in the butt
to any forensic
chemical analysts.

Thank you, Cvetko.

We'll have it
to you today.

Raymond.

Raymond, I think
you should go.

Raymond, go!

Get him out of here!

Ow!

Go, go, go!

Where is he?

Where he is?
Reddington?

I don't know.

Search the building.
We know he's here.

Get him
in the van!

Warehouse is clear!
No sign!

Forget it.
Let's go!

Put him in,
put him in.

Get in.

We're here now
securing the scene,
but back up.

Tell me exactly
what happened.

It was an ambush.
Heavily armed.

What about a vehicle?
It was a van.

White Ford.
Four or five men.

Faces? Accents?
I don't know.

They were masked,
and I didn't hear
them speak.

But come on,
it was her, Donald.

We don't know that.
You got a lot
of enemies.

Besides,
Keen wouldn't
target Dembe.

I've lost any perspective of
what Agent Keen is capable of.

I only know that
we need to get
Dembe back,

because if he is
in the hands
of Perillos,

it won't matter
what Agent Keen wants,

only how long he can survive.

We'll find him.

Call me back as soon
as you know more.

Ressler.

Headlight trim
from the van.
It's a start.

Mmm.
Look at you.

So you're the one
they call Dembe.

Quite a collection,
isn't it?

Each one teaches me
something about pain.

How to alleviate it

or inflict it.

When I was 12,
my mother went
to the hospital

with a neural infection
that was misdiagnosed

as a strained muscle.

She was given ibuprofen
and sent home...

...with an infection
that left her in
excruciating pain

and bedridden for
the rest of her life.

What caused
the misdiagnosis?

The color
of her skin.

The belief,
even by some doctors,

that Blacks feel
less pain than whites.

Thick skin,
biology, breeding,

lies that lead to
Black patients

receiving far fewer
pain meds than
white patients.

But we know the truth,
don't we, Dembe?

We know all about pain,
don't we?

It's called
the Heretic's Fork.

It was used during
the Spanish Inquisition
to extract confessions.

Break the human spirit.

Tell the truth,
or sooner or later,
you'll bleed to death.

It's inscribed with
the Latin word "abiuro,"

which means to swear
or take an oath.

Will you do that
for me, Dembe?

Swear to tell me
everything you know about
the Sikorsky Archive?

Walahi.

I swear I won't
tell you anything.

Oh, I think you will.

Tell me
you found something.

We think we found
the van used in the abduction.

It's missing a piece
of the headlight trim
that we found at the scene.

And what about Dembe?

Does the van
tell you anything

about where they
may have taken Dembe?

No, we're waiting
on the lab, but they
think it's unlikely.

The vehicle was torched.
MPD's doing a search now.

Lab services should have
a report within 24 hours,
maybe less.

We don't have
that kind of time.

Look, I'm telling you
what we know.

Yeah. Thank you, Donald.

Look, please,

No.

You betrayed us.

You heard Dembe
talking about Ruddiger.

No.
And you knew where
we were gonna be.

No.
You set us up.

I think you better
answer that.

Operator 627,
Ward West.

Ward West.
Briargate confirm.

We have a code red
alarm indicator.
Do you have a breach?

Yes, there's been
a breach, by me.

Here's what
happens next.

I'm gonna give you
a phone number.

You're gonna pass it
up the food chain
to your boss.

Tell Neville Townsend
it's Raymond Reddington.

Tell him to call me
in 20 minutes
at 202-555-0184.

It's a conversation
he won't want to miss.

I'll get you a cane
to remember me by.

My apologies, ladies.

Hello, Mr. Zuma.
I'm sorry we have to
meet like this,

but I've found
this process
to be both efficient

and effective
for all involved.

I'm going to
ask you
some questions.

You're going to answer.

If you waver,

Dr. Perillos will
help encourage
your cooperation.

Let's begin with
the Sikorsky Archive.

Does Reddington have it?

Uh, Mr. Zuma,
I need an answer.

No? Nothing?

The Irukandji jellyfish
is found off the coast
of Australia.

Its sting is only
mildly irritating,

but within half an hour,

its venom induces
excruciating
muscle cramps,

severe back pain,

and a burning sensation
in the skin and face.

Headaches.

Sweating.

Nausea.

It's called
Irukandji Syndrome.

The pain, combined with
an increase in heart rate

and blood pressure,
causes a feeling
of impending doom.

Chances are

you just may want
to impale yourself
to ease the pain.

Uh, Mr. Zuma,
shall we discuss
the Sikorsky Archive,

or do you need
some encouragement?

Bad choice, Mr. Zuma.

Don't say
I didn't warn you.

Doctor, I'll give
the two of you
some time together.

What is it?
It's Reddington.
He's made contact.

Dembe Zuma.
I want him back.

I'm sure you do.

Keen tells me
he knows
all your secrets.

Elizabeth would
never hurt Dembe.

I want the archive.

At what cost?
A war with me?

Have you thought about
what that means?

All I've thought
about recently

is the fact that
you killed my family.

I don't know
what Elizabeth
is telling you,

but Katarina Rostova
killed your family,

and I killed her.

That alone should be
enough for us to
peacefully co-exist.

A fact we can
discuss in person
once you accept my offer.

Wha... What kind
of offer?

For Dembe.

Me for him.

A trade.

Yes.

And then an uprising.

Your people,

rallying around
your sacrifice.

I... I had no idea
you were
such a romantic.

Oh, my goodness, yes.

I have many
"thoughts that do often lie
too deep for tears."

At the moment,
the main one being

to put a bullet
in your forehead.

Do we have a deal?
We do.

I'll call you back
with the where and when.

I wasn't making it up.
About the doctors.

In 2016, 222 white doctors
at the University of Virginia

were given
mock medical files

of a white patient
and a Black patient

and asked to
gauge their pain
on a scale of 1 to 10.

They underestimated
the Black patient's pain
because...

Now, these are doctors.
They said they thought

Black people had less
sensitive nerve endings.

Why is it
that white people
don't see our pain?

I know Townsend
doesn't see mine.

What about Reddington?

Does he see yours?

I know
who you are to him.

What you do
for him.

The secrets you keep,
like you're doing now,

not telling me
about the archive.

Does he know
what pain
that causes you?

I don't mean this pain.
Anyone can see that.

I mean inside.

The pain
in your heart.

Can he see that?

You can stop.

Excuse me?

We're making a trade.
For whom?

Who could know
the archive
more than Zuma?

Raymond.

He's not doing this
to save you.

He's doing it
to save himself.

He... he...

He does feel my pain.

Does he, now?

Good.

Then maybe
he'll feel this.

Help you?
I'm here for a room.

Neville said
he'd leave a key.

Oh, Neville said?

Neville said.

Ah. Come around.
I'll buzz you in.

What about
the dog?

There's no dog.

Is this kosher?

L'chaim.

Okay.

There's a bench outside.
Have a seat.

Concierge will be
with you shortly.

I'm supposed to
let you go.

But your resistance
is an inspiration.

It makes me wonder,
are you really
that beholden to him?

Would you hold out
until it's too late?

I guess
we'll never know.

Get back
in that chair!
I won't ask again!

Antidote!

Dembe.
Don't do it, Raymond.

I'm coming.
Don't give yourself up.

Tell me
you got there
in time.

Tell me you found him.

No, we were
too late.

What did you find?
We're securing
the scene now,

but it looks like her people
broke everything down
and cleared out.

There's no sign
of Reddington.

Look, this doctor,
is there anything
that you can tell me?

Any specifics?
Any details that might help?

She had tools
for torture,

and she injected me
with a vial of poison
from jellyfish.

Jellyfish?

Irukandji jellyfish.

That's what
she called them.

I reached out to some
associates of ours

to find out
who traffics them.

All right, well...

Look, my forensics
team's here.

You call me as soon
as you hear anything
and I'll do the same.

I'm impressed.

You kept your end
of the deal,

and in a roundabout way,
so did I.

Dembe escaped.

Yes. As promised,
he's free.

And with him
went your leverage
to get me to talk.

Oh, I don't know
about that.

The Brazen Bull, I presume.

Excellent. You're familiar
with Dr. Perillos.

Certainly.

Legendarily
draconian methods.

Undeniably effective results.

This is almost
a bucket-list moment
for me.

Shall we begin?
Oh, let's not.

Are you familiar
with lymphocytic
choriomeningitis?

If I say yes,
can we skip
the demonstration?

It's a viral infection
carried by mice

that causes
ascending paralysis.

The virus attacks
the peripheral
nervous system,

then works its way upwards
through the legs and torso
to the chest,

where it paralyzes
the lungs,

causing the victim
to suffocate.

Careful.
I'm terribly ticklish.

See?

There is an antidote,
which I will supply

after you've told me
about the archive.

Uh, think about it.

But not too long.

You haven't got
much time left.

What did you
find out?

I haven't heard back
from our people yet.

Well, it turns out
Irukandji jellyfish

are sourced
only by a few
select brokers.

Brokers?
Who sell animals
to research labs,

universities,
veterinary schools,

and companies
to provide animal
testing services.

Disgusting, I know,
and it gets worse.

There are two types
of these dealers.

Class A,
which breed specifically
for research purposes,

and Class B, who source
animals from random locations
like auctions, pounds,

or even
newspaper ads.

Okay, that is
disgusting.

Right? I feel like there's
a separate Blacklist case
in here somewhere.

The point being?

The point being
I could only find
three Class B vendors

who even supply
our species
of jellyfish.

Two haven't made a sale
in well over six months.

And the third?

The third
is Tolofson-Hammond.

London based.
License revoked.

They have
a court case pending,

and one of their clients
who failed to appear...

That's her.

Name's
Kayla Lynne Banks.

Last known address
in Cardiff.

Both of which
are fakes.

Okay,
let's work backwards.
Unwind her alias.

Find out where
she got her passports,
her bank accounts.

How she built
this false identity

may point us
to where she is now.

Nothing?

No pain at all.

Good.

And here I thought
you fetishized pain.

No more than
an oncologist
fetishizes cancer.

I study it in the hopes
of finding a cure for it.

I don't believe you.

I think you enjoy
the means too much

to really care
about the end.

I'm not talking
about a medicine.

I'm talking about
a solution.

An alteration
in our DNA.

Did you know
the mole rat
can't feel burning pain

because it lacks
the chemical Substance P?

You want people
to be like mole rats?

I want us to be
impervious to pain.

What a terrible idea.

Spoken like someone
who's never had
his pain ignored,

who's never
begged for relief
and not gotten it.

I'd prefer to have
my pain ignored

than to have
no pain at all.

Without pain,
there can be
no real pleasure.

Without the lows,
you have no way
to measure the highs.

If any part of your
sadism-in-the-name-of-science

is designed to improve
the human condition,

making us unfeeling

is absolutely
the wrong way
of going about it.

Case in point.

This is gonna make
killing you infinitely
more pleasurable.

We're ready.

How much time
has he got?

An hour.
Maybe less.

So, the archive.

Like the minister says
at every wedding,
"Speak now,

"or forever hold
your peace."

Is there anything
on the APB?

Not yet.
And on your end?

I've called everyone,
but everything
is taking too long.

There must be something
they missed at the scene.

We've reviewed all
the crime-scene analysis
from where you were held,

plus what we found,
or didn't find,
at the van.

Then we should
go through it again.

You take the forensics
from the van.

I'll review
the findings
from the lab.

Don't take this
the wrong way,

but you'd make
a good cop.

You know what I do
for a living.

I do.

I also know
who you are.

A Black Muslim.

That describes
quite a few cops.

We will find Raymond.

I hope you're right.
But he lives
on the edge.

And one day,
he may go over it.

The report says
the van was burned
using an accelerant.

That's right.
Uh, cyclohexane.

Which burns
at a low flash point.

That's why there were
no forensics.

And what
does that tell you?

That the absence
of evidence
is evidence.

It's not everything
you thought
it would be, is it?

This moment?

You've waited for it,

anticipated it.

But somehow,

it's dissatisfying.

It actually
exceeds expectation.

I wasn't talking
to you.

We know who my assassin
really is.

Don't we, Elizabeth?

It saddens me to bear witness
to this moment in your life.

This

crossing of Rubicon

from which
you can never
get back.

I know, in this moment,
it may appear self-serving

to suggest that you instruct

the good doctor

to administer the antidote,

but I strongly suggest
that you do just that,

because

I have

seen the other side
of that river,

and it's a place
I never,

never wanted you to go.

Who is it?

I said...

Dembe, wait!
Hold on!

Cyclohexane!

Your accelerant.

You used it
to help them torch
the van they put me in.

Wait. Stop.

You set us up!

They tortured me!

My hand!
They made me
to do it!

Where is he?
They weren't supposed
to take you!

They were looking
for Reddington!

Well, now
they have him.
Yeah.

Ruddiger, look at me!

I'm gonna make
what that woman
did to your hand

feel like a manicure

unless you tell me
where they are
holding Raymond.

Ruddiger.
The warehouse!

East of the airport.
Braxton and 9th.

The radiator.

Tie yourself to it.

Dembe, please.
Now!

He's not coming back.

He's not coming back!

What you're experiencing
is unilateral paralysis.

Your diaphragm is
partially functioning

as the paralysis
moves higher into
the chest cavity.

Soon, your diaphragm
will be completely paralyzed

and you'll need a machine
to assist in breathing.

Unfortunately for you,
we have no machine.

But I do have this.

The doctor's antidote
takes immediate effect.

You'll be breathing
normally within seconds.

All you need to do first

is tell me
what you know
about the archive.

I'm sorry,
say that again?

8353 Braxton.

I'm writing it down.

But before I sent units,
I'd like to get inside.

There's no time.
I'll explain later.

Just send units.

Dembe, talk to me.

Dembe.

Step away.

It's okay,
Raymond.

What have you done
to him?

Aren't you
the loving couple.

First he comes
to save you,

and now you,
you come to save him.

Or try to.

I'm afraid
you're too late.

Is there an antidote?

The answer is no,

I won't ask twice.

Give it to him.

What's wrong
with him?

I paralyzed
his diaphragm.

You came here
to save him.

He came here
to save himself.

You look at the cause.

I only see the effect.

I'm standing here
while he can
barely breathe.

Would Townsend
do that for you?

Would anyone?

I want to know exactly
what you did to him.

Tell us about Townsend.

Where he is,

how you contact him...

I don't want you
to suffocate.

I have the antidote,
and I will give it to you.

But not until
you tell us
what we need to know.

Hey, call the EMTs

and search the building
for Reddington and Dembe.

Donald Ressler, FBI.

I'm gonna get you
medically cleared,

and then whatever
you told Reddington
about Townsend,

well, you're gonna tell me.

Sir?

I'm sorry
to wake you, sir.

They're ready
for you.

Do you believe her?

That Townsend
paid her in cash

and always used
a burner phone?

I... I suppose.

I heard from Park.

The video link
to Townsend
was encrypted.

They're going to
try and trace it,
but they're not optimistic.

All of this
and going after Perillos
got us nothing.

I think we both know
that's not true.

We came for each other.

Do you think
that I see your pain?

Do you?

No.

I don't. Not always.

How's the patient?

He'll be okay.

Thanks to you.

Good detective work.

I told you
we'd find him.

You were right.

But so was I.

He lives at the edge,
and one day,
he will go over it.

You need to be prepared
for when that happens.

By the way, we went
to Ruddiger's apartment.

He wasn't there.

I got nothing.
You?

I left him tied.

Well, he wasn't there.

Neville,
that's enough.

That's enough,
Neville!

I want you to know

you're only alive
because of Keen.

You understand that,
Ruddiger?

She begged me
to spare your life.

A life which I now own.

Welcome to the family.