All language subtitles for The Blacklist - 08x10

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[DIALING, RINGING]

It's done.

He's down.

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[GASPING]

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DRIVER: He's on board.
Tell her we're en route.

10 minutes out.

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[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

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[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

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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.

[GASPING]

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.
- [CELLPHONE BUZZING]

Every runner, every financier...

[CLEARS THROAT]

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.

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[CELLPHONE CLATTERS]

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["SUMMER WINDS" PLAYING]

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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.

♪ See the little girl ♪

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.

[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS]

That was Ruddiger.

He thinks he has something for us.

You know what they call
a money launderer

- who can't be trusted?
- [DIALING]

A bad investment.

Get out of here.

- I have a lead.
- [VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]

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?

ARAM: A metal bull? Used to
torture and execute people.

COOPER: 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 Bosphorus.

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.

CAREGIVER: I told you,
this is a waste of your time.

He doesn't want to 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.

[SIGHS]

The gaze interaction
can be slow to respond.

He gets frustrated.

You need to be patient.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: I remember nothing.

RESSLER: Mr. Einhorn, we
understand your apprehension.

PARK: 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.

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- Ruddiger.
- [LAUGHS]

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.

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

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Raymond.

Raymond, I think you should go.

[GUNFIRE, MAN GRUNTS]

Raymond, go!

Get him out of here!

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Ow!

Go, go, go!

[BULLETS RICOCHETING]

Where is he?!

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Where he is?! Reddington?!

I don't know.

MAN: Search the building.
We know he's here.

Get him in the van!

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Warehouse is clear! No sign!

Forget it. Let's go!

[SIREN WAILING]

Put him in, put him in.

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Get in.

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

Tell me exactly what happened.

RED: 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.

- PARK: Ressler.
- [CELLPHONE BEEPS]

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

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- Mm.
- Look at you.

So you're the one they call...

Dembe.

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Quite a collection, isn't it?

Each one teaches me
something about pain.

How to alleviate it...

...or inflict it.

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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...
- [GRUNTS]

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

and bedridden for the rest of her life.

[GRUNTS]

What caused the misdiagnosis?

[GRUNTS]

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?

[GRUNTS]

It's called the Heretic's Fork.

PERILLOS: It was used during
the Spanish Inquisition

to extract confessions.

Break the human sprit.

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?
- [GROANS]

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

Walahi.

I swear I won't tell you anything.

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Oh, I think you will.

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[SIGHS]

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

Tell me you found something.

RESSLER: We think we found
the van used in the abduction.

It's missing a piece
of the headlight trim

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.

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

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[WOMEN SCREAM]

Look, please...

[GRUNTING]

No!

You betrayed us.

You heard Dembe talking about Ruddiger.

- No.
- And you knew where we were gonna be.

- No.
- You set us up.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I think you better answer that.

MAN: 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.

- [GUNSHOT]
- Aah!

[WOMEN SCREAM]

[GROANING]

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

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My apologies, ladies.

TOWNSEND: Hello, Mr. Zuma.

I-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, M-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... do you need some encouragement?

[GROANS]

Bad choice, Mr. Zuma.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

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

[GROANS]

- What is it?
- It's Reddington.

He's made contact.

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[CELLPHONE RINGING]

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.

W-What kind of offer?

For Dembe.

Me for him.

A trade.

Yes.

And then an uprising.

[CHUCKLES] Your people.

Rallying around your sacrifice.

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

[CHUCKLING] 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.

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[GROANING]

PERILLOS: 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.
- [GROANING]

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.

[GROANS]

The pain in your heart.

Can he see that?

[GROANS]

You can stop.

Excuse me?

- We're making a trade.
- For whom?

Who could know the archive
more than Zuma?

Raymond.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

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.

[SCREAMING]

[BELL DINGS]

- 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.

[DOOR BUZZES]

What about the dog?

There's no dog.

Is this Kosher?

[LID OPENS, LIQUID POURING]

L'Chaim.

Ahh.

Okay.

There's a bench outside.

Have a seat.

Concierge will be with you shortly.

[DIALING, RINGING]

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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.

[GROANING]

[GRUNTS]

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

Aah!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Antidote!

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[GROANING]

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

- Dembe.
- DEMBE: Don't do it, Raymond.

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

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[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]

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[CELLPHONE RINGING]

DEMBE: Tell me you got there in time.

Tell me you found him.

RESSLER: 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.

- [CELLPHONE BEEPING]
- Alright, well...

Look, my forensics team's here.

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

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

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TOWNSEND: 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.

[LAUGHS] 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.
- COOPER: 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.

DEMBE: 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.

PARK: 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.

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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.

[GROANS]

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.

♪♪

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

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.

♪♪

[GROANS SOFTLY]

♪♪

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

This moment?

You've waited for it,

anticipated it.

[COUGHS LIGHTLY]

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 a 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.

♪♪

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Who is it?!

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

♪♪

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!

♪♪

[GRUNTING]

He's not coming back!

He's not coming back!

[GASPING]

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.

COOPER: 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.

- [BEEPING]
- Dembe, talk to me.

Dembe.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

♪♪

DEMBE: Step away.

♪♪

[RED GASPING]

It's okay, Raymond.

What have you done to him?

TOWNSEND: 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...

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

I won't ask twice.

[RED GASPING]

Give it to him.

♪♪

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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?

[COUGHS, GASPS]

I want to know exactly
what you did to him.

♪♪

♪♪

Tell us about Townsend.

Where he is.

How you contact him.

[OPERATIC SINGING]

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♪♪

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.

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♪♪

♪♪

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.

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[DOOR OPENS]

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Sir.

I'm sorry to wake you, sir.

They're ready for you.

♪♪

♪♪

[MONITOR BEEPING]

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.

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Do you think that I see your pain?

♪♪

Do you?

No.

I don't. Not always.

[GRUNTING]

[DOOR RUMBLES OPEN]

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How's the patient?

He'll be okay.

Thanks to you.

Good detective work.

[SCOFFS]

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.

[GRUNTING]

Neville, that's enough.

That's enough, Neville!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

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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.

Don't fail me again!

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