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BOY: "There was no reason
for what I did.

"I loved the old man.

"He had never wronged me.

"For his gold I had no desire.

"I think it was his eye.

"He had the eye of a vulture.

"Whenever it fell upon me,
my blood ran cold,

"and so I made up my mind
to kill the old man,

"and rid myself
from the eye forever.

"Every night
I looked in upon him
while he slept.

"Until the old man's hour
had come.

"With a loud yell,
I leaped into the room.

"He shrieked once.

"But in an instant,
I dragged him to the floor

"and pulled the heavy bed
over him.

"Stone dead.

"I dismembered the corpse.

"I cut off the head,
the arms, and the legs.

"But, before long,
my head ached.

"I fancied a ringing in my ear.

"The noise increased,

"a low, dull,
quick sound."

(KNOCKING)

"I gasped for breath,

"but the noise
steadily increased."

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

"I paced the floor to and fro.

"I foamed, I raved, I swore!

"I swung the chair
above the bed over him.

"But the noise
increased."
(COUGHS)

"It grew louder."
(KNOCKING)

"Louder..."
(KNOCKING)

"Louder."
(KNOCKING)

"Here, here!

"It is the beating
of his hideous heart."

(HEART BEATING)

Did you see his face?

I swear, I thought
he was gonna have
a heart attack.

How much time's left?

Four minutes.

I say we go in now
before he has
an actual heart attack.

He knew the rules.

Besides, you can't be
afraid of the dark

and be in the Poe Society.

Jimmy, yo,
everything okay
down there?

JIMMY: (COUGHING)
Help!

(GROANING)

Help me!

BOY: What?

Call 911!

(GASPING, CHOKING)

If one of these four guys
is Rakitin,
I can't prove it.

You accessed
their hard drives,
data profile?

I did.
CIA, DIA, State.

If one of these analysts
is leaking intel,
I couldn't tell you how.

Which tells me that
however cautious
Rakitin was being before,

he's being that much
more cautious now.

I want them followed.

Tell Park to pull
whatever resources she needs
to get eyes on all four.

I have to meet Reddington.

Captain Kidd.
The pirate.

The only pirate
who actually
buried his treasure.

Along the coast of East Hampton.

The irony abounds.

We're talking about
a child's overdose.

Yes.
On buried treasure.

Fentanyl.

That he thought
was nothing more
than dust.

An innocent and tragic mistake
that confirms my decision

as to the next name
on the Blacklist.

COOPER:
Captain Kidd.

Your drop site
is swarming
with cops.

They could trace
the drugs
back to me.

You promised me.
I promised you,

like I promise all of
my customers,
a safe drop.

Ted here screwed that up.

I want you to know
Ted won't screw up again.

(TED GASPING)

REDDINGTON: Captain Kidd
is a glorified middle man

who facilitates
criminal transactions

by guaranteeing payment,
pickup, and delivery

between otherwise
warring factions.

By using hidden treasure.

GPS-tagged hiding spots.

Like an abandoned house
where he can hide drugs

where no one can find them.

Except for a group of kids.

He takes possession
of an item for sale,
hides it,

and informs the buyer
of its location

once payment has been made
in the same fashion.

Like geocaching for narcotics.

Narcotics.
Or contraband.

Or people.

He hides people?

Yes, which is why
this case is
of some urgency.

Are you telling me that
someone's been abducted?

Not yet, but I believe
she will be
if we don't act quickly.

Who?

Safiya Maroun.

COOPER: Was born in Riyadh.

In 2006,
she was committed
to a mental institution

for defying her male
guardian's wishes.

Later that year,
she was granted
asylum in America

and has since become one of
the most prominent opponents

of Saudi Arabian repression

and is the founder
of Brighter Path,

an organization
that helps get women

and people in
the LGBTQ+ community

out of countries
with oppressive regimes.

The woman's a hero.

And a target.
Of Neville Townsend.

COOPER:
According to Reddington,

Townsend's been contracted
by the Saudi secret police

to abduct Maroun
from her home
in Maryland.

I've notified Hyattsville PD.

I want you to meet them on-site.

Has anyone spoken to Maroun?

I tried, but it's late.
Could be her phone's
turned off.

(SCREAMING)

Don't hurt me!

No! No!

Get off me!

I just heard
from my people.
It's done.

She'll be here within the hour.

But what if we're too late?

According to Reddington,
she'll be buried alive

until Saudi Secret Service
pays Townsend.

At which point,
this Captain Kidd

will give them
the GPS coordinates

so the Mabahith
can dig her up
and kill her.

That's right.
So don't be late.

Where's Park?

Hunting down Rakitin.

Why, so he can
confirm Reddington's
a Russian plant?

Mr. Reddington's
a traitor,

Agent Keen's thrown in
with a man who abducts
human rights activists,

and we're hunting
for a pirate that
buries people alive.

Sometimes I think I never
should've left the circus.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(SIGHS) So much for
not being too late.

ARAM: Has the husband
made a statement?

Not yet.
He's still
in surgery.

What about neighbors
or a passerby?

Anybody see anything?

Afraid not.

Maybe this is his statement.

Who's Nora?
Eleanor,
the oldest daughter.

First we thought maybe
the girl got taken, too.

But she and her sister
are both accounted for.

His wife's been abducted,
he doesn't know by whom,

and he uses what
little strength he has

to write his daughter's name.

Why?

Maybe because it's not a name.

Kidnappers disarmed the system.

I'm sure they did,
to avoid tripping the alarm.

RESSLER: And to prevent
the abduction from
being videotaped.

Yes. But what
I'm interested in

is what happened
before the abduction.

Hello.
Who might you be?

I need an APB
on a late-model Escalade,
grey, no plates.

I read up on you.
I'm a fan of your work.

I'm begging you, please.

Nothing will happen
to you on my watch.

Please don't do this!

You will have
plenty of air,
nice warm clothes.

Just breathe easily
and this part will be
over soon, all right?

Don't do this!

Stop!

Don't do this!

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
(DRILL WHIRRING)

I mean it.
She's an inspiration.

Which is exactly what
the royal family fears.

Making her a martyr
will only make her
more inspirational.

More people will take her place.

I hope so.

The royal family pays top dollar

to make their competition
disappear.

(MUFFLED)
Don't do this!

(BANGING)

RAKITIN: Hey, it's me.

I have something
you may be interested in.

Opera? Aliens?
Freeganism?

I'm interested in
any number of topics,
most anything.

Except accounting.

This isn't about
accounting, is it?

It's about the intercept
out of China.
The pending cyberattack.

I am interested.

Well, then we should talk.

How about the fountains?
Meridian Hill?

I'd prefer something
a little more intimate.

Come to the restaurant.
You remember, 3rd and North.

We're closed for renovations,

so I can promise us
a quiet corner.

Agent Mojtabai,
we've been
looking for you.

Where've you been?
It's, uh, sort of
a long story.

I hope it has a happy ending,

because we found
the grey Escalade
from Maroun's abduction.

It was abandoned
and scrubbed.
And the husband?

Ressler questioned him
at County
where he's recovering.

He doesn't know anything.

Well, um, I might.

Uh, I reached out to Cyber Crime

to provide us with a list
of any online drug dealers

who have informants
that we could question
about Captain Kidd

or how he's distributing
product using
street-tech workarounds.

I told you I spoke to DEA.

They don't have
anything on Kidd.

Which is why I spent all night

buying mephedrone, cocaine,
and MDMA on the dark web.

You bought illegal drugs online.

I did.
Which was terrifying.

However, on the upside,
one of the dealers

asked to meet
near a taco truck
in LeDroit Park

that is totally worth the drive.

Sounds delicious.
Oh, you have
no idea, sir.

They have a chicken mole
that is...

Try and stay focused.

Of the 16 dealers
I purchased from,

eight are shipping
to me directly.

Seven met to hand off in person.

And the last one?

Just texted me, uh,
coordinates, photos,

and directions of where
the drugs were dropped.

They're using Captain Kidd.

It's a geo-tagged
hiding spot
in Penn Quarter.

Take Ressler.
Pull the drugs,

along with any surveillance
feeds of the area.

Let's hope your online
shopping spree

turns up more than
great chicken mole.

(DIALING)

(BEEPING)

(SOBBING)

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGING)

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

Yes.
RAKITIN:
Gotta call it off.

Why? What's going on?

I got a tail.

I'll call you back.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Sure this is the right location?

Look at the photo.

Instructions said
back corner
of the park,

third light post from the south.

It's supposed to be
inside the broken
solar assembly.

You think someone else found it?

Well, maybe they knew
it was a setup
and got cold feet.

There's no surveillance,
no obvious cameras.

They chose this location
because it's a digital
dark spot.

Oh, my God.

What if somebody else
found those drugs?

What if...

What if a child
found those drugs?

Hey, check it out.

I don't get it.
You think Captain Kidd
took a cab here?

No, I think that cab took
Captain Kidd's picture.

The driver at South Cab
didn't witness anything,

but his dash cam
caught the end
of the drop.

COOPER:
White male, late 20s.

Is the image
strong enough for
facial recognition?

Resolution isn't the problem.

We just don't have
a viable angle,

and it's only these 22 seconds.

The cab only caught the end.

I mean, the kid
walks out of frame
and that's it.

What's that?
The cup in his hand.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

"Kitt's Coffee."
Oh, they make
a mean mochaccino.

They're also local.
They only have a few
locations in the city.

Pull the sales records
and the surveillance feeds

from any of their stores
in a mile radius.

If the kid paid
with a credit card,

then chances are we've got
his physical address.

Get it and get him here.

You can't prove that
my client is the person
in that footage.

RESSLER:
We know you work
for Captain Kidd.

I don't.
I told you.

Yeah, what's gonna happen
when we pull your prints

off the drugs
we found in the park?

Or the drugs we find
in your apartment?

Mr. Moore isn't
responding to...

Mr. Moore
is going to jail.

Okay, look,
I'm telling
the truth.

Okay? I...

He's...
He's not my employer.
I don't work for Kidd.

I've been robbing him.

Robbing him of what?

Look, it's all kinds of stuff.

It's, uh, weapons,
stolen credit cards,
fake IDs.

Narcotics?

Yeah, narcotics.

ATTORNEY:
Allegedly narcotics.

It's not just me.

It's not like
I'm the only Seeker.

What's a Seeker?
You do not have
to answer that.

Explain to
your poorly prepared
mouthpiece here

that I'm gonna have
officers and a warrant
at your residence

before you even walk
out of this door.

You need to cooperate
if you want to have any hope
of staying out of jail.

Can you tell him that?

Go ahead, Jarret.

Captain Kidd uses droppers
to stash his product.

How much product,
how many droppers,

I don't know, but it's a lot.

We track what we can,
follow a dropper,
look for his stash.

We know it was drugs
you stole from that stash
in the park,

and I got a feeling

that a drug test
will prove they're in
your system right now.

Whoa, hold on.

What if I were able
to forget about
that drug test?

In exchange for...

You hand over
whatever contraband
you have on hand.

Whatever you stole
from these GPS-tagged
hiding spots.

If that evidence helps me
find Captain Kidd,

well, maybe I'll help you
stay out of jail.

What the hell happened?

I'll tell you what happened.

I was tailed by the FBI.

This guy Cooper, he, uh...

He's not standing down
like you said he would.

You need to do something
about him.

Hey. Came as quick
as I could.

What's so urgent?

Well, I ran a test
on the narcotics you pulled
from Moore's apartment.

Yeah, that he stole
from the park.

Yes, and we got
an interesting hit.

Chemical analysis
showed it contained
powdered milk.

The cutting agent?

Notable because
it's a favorite of
the Guayabo cartel.

MPD picked up
one of their dealers
last month,

so I called to get a sample
from the evidence locker

to confirm the samples
matched, but...
They didn't.

Not only don't they match,

but the sample
we got from the city
wasn't drugs.

It was 100% baking soda.

So MPD seized fake drugs?

No. Their paperwork certifies
that the contents of
the seizure was heroin

cut with powdered milk
at the time of testing.

But between
testing and now,
someone took the drugs

and left baking soda behind.

Between now and then?

I mean, who had access
to the drugs in lockup?

No one.
Evidence log shows
it was never touched.

The case
against the cartel
is still being built,

so it hasn't gone to trial yet.

The drugs were never
checked out of evidence

or brought to a courtroom.

So, heroin went into lockup
and baking soda came out.

The last person
to touch those drugs,

the only person to handle them,

would be the drug lab chemist
who tested them for the city.

Who's that?
His name's
Tyler Schwartz.

He's been with MPD
for just under
five years.

Thank you.

You don't understand
how close we came.

If I hadn't made
the tail...
But you did.

She would have exposed us both.

But she didn't.

I thought this was
about some intercept
out of China.

The impending cyberattack.

Are you even listening to me?

Keenly, in the vain hope
of hearing about
this Chinese intercept.

The Bureau is following me,

which means
they are following you.

This whole thing
is about to blow up
and expose us both.

Somehow I don't find
your fevered disposition
to be infectious, Andrew.

My fevered dis...
What... What is
wrong with you?

I am trying to...
to dig us
out of this mess.

No, what you are doing
is a rather obvious

and ineffectual dance
to cover your tracks.

You killed
an innocent man, Andrew.

You faked your death
to divert Harold Cooper,

and as a result,
you've only made
matters worse.

Now, I told you
I'd handle Cooper...

Are you kidding me?
Which I will do.

But Harold Cooper
is no fool, and your

theatrics
only confirm his belief
that he's being played.

So stand back.

I'll handle this.

Okay, just back up a second.

How about, uh...
How about "thank you"
for picking up his tail?

How about "thank you"
for not leading the FBI
directly to you,

and thus to Moscow?
How about...

How about I break your jaw,

wire it shut,

and force-feed
blended cheeseburgers

into your belly until you burst?

How about?

No?

Then shut the hell up
and listen.

I told you
I would handle
Harold Cooper,

and I will do just that.

What you need to do

is keep your mouth shut,

your head down,

and assure Moscow

that the situation
is under control.

Now, please, go away

before this becomes

decidedly more uncivil.

Well, the evidence
was logged by MPD

and sent to the lab
where you work.

I mean,
you're the chemist
on record.

I understand that.

So help me understand
how drug evidence

that the police
took off the street,

drugs that you tested
in your lab,

somehow got swapped
with baking soda.

I should wait for my lawyer.

Tyler, your lawyer can't stop us

from re-testing every sample
you've examined and verified.

And when we do,
we're gonna find out
they're all fake.

Now, if you help us...

I don't know what to say.

What happened to those drugs?

It's not just me!

It's Williams.

Goebel.

What happens
to the drugs, Tyler?

Our facility handles
hundreds of samples
every week,

all kinds of drugs
from all over the city.

Evidence you personally handle.

Once we run
our chemical analysis
to legally confirm

they're what
the police say they are,

the cases go to trial
supported by
the lab certification.

But the drug evidence,
it goes back into the vault.

Nobody's supposed
to test it again.

You're stealing
and re-selling
drug evidence.

Like I said,
I'm not the only one.

There's an entire network.

With a distribution system.

I already said too much.

We know you're using
Captain Kidd.

That's who we're after here,

and you're gonna
help us find him.

I can't do that.

You can if you wanna
help yourself.

Tyler, look at me.

How do we find Captain Kidd?

(GASPING)

TECH:
I've got both online.

CAPTAIN KIDD:
Go ahead.

Do I have the buyer on the line?

Yes, we are here.

Do I have the seller
on the line?
Yes.

Seller, can you confirm
that the transaction is

at least 100 blocks deep
on the Blockchain,

as per our instructions?
I can.

Seller, do I have
your consent to release
the package to the buyer?

You do.

Buyer, I'm sending you
an encrypted file

with your GPS-tagged
identifier now.

This will include photos
and verbal instructions

you can use to
identify the drop site.
(GASPING)

Gentlemen, while we wait,
I want to thank you
for your patronage.

(BANGING)

We have it.

CAPTAIN KIDD:
Is that your official
confirmation?

It is.

In that case,
transaction 49r83
is complete.

Gentlemen, again,
thank you for your business
and good day.

Tell Penny we're funded.
Have her notify Nicosia.

And, uh, send someone
out for lumpia
and a Mello Yello.

I swear, I could eat a horse.

(BANGING IN DISTANCE)
What was that?

What?
I don't hear any...

Shh, there.
Sounds like...

FBI! Hands in the air!
On the ground!

On the ground, now!

You can 86 the lumpia.

Print back yet on Kidd?

Oh, uh, I just got them.

That is, uh...
That's the good news.

I'm listening.
I heard from
Agent Park.

She was following one of
the Rakitin suspects,

Andrew Patterson,
the analyst from the Office
of Intelligence and Analysis.

Walk with me.

Agent Park thinks
that Patterson made her.

And the other suspects?

Surveillance turned up
nothing on the other three.

Day in the life.
Then we pick it up
again tomorrow.

Yeah, here's the thing,

Agent Park doesn't think
that will be necessary.

Oh? And why is that?

She thinks Patterson
is the one
we're looking for.

Mr. Reddington's source.

Because he gave her the slip?

That proves he's smart,
not treasonous.

It's not that
he gave her the slip.

The bad news is where
he gave her the slip.

And where was that?

Corner of 3rd and North.

Near Mr. Reddington's
restaurant.

RESSLER: Well,
how we know about you
isn't important.

What matters is that we do.

We know about your geocaching,

how you hide drugs and people.

Safiya Maroun.

Tell me about her.

Never heard of her.

Looky here, your prints
came back a match to
a William Benedict.

Tied to a low-rent
smuggling operation
back in 2014.

Well, you've come
a long way
since then, huh?

If you say so.

Safiya Maroun. Where is she?

I haven't the foggiest.

There's a kid
in the ICU at County.

He's 13 years old.

He overdosed
on the fentanyl
that you stashed

in that house in the Southeast.

Now, best-case scenario for you,

I think that's attempted
voluntary manslaughter.

Like I said, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Well, your MPD
partners in crime
have turned on you.

They've given us
sworn affidavits.

Yet here you are.

And we both know why.

Where's Maroun?
Where's my deal?

You want to get,
what're you gonna give?

COOPER:
Absolutely nothing.

A woman's life
hangs in the balance,
a good woman.

A heroic woman we are
moving heaven and earth
to try and save.

But what we will not do,
what I refuse to do,

is to cut a deal
with the likes of you
to make that happen.

Then her blood
is on your hands,
not mine.

Maybe, but I can live with that,

knowing that you'll be
spending the next 30 years

taking showers with
murderers and rapists.

(DOOR OPENS)

Okay, so what?
We're sweating him
now, right?

No, we're not sweating him.

We're building a case
against him.

Then it's gonna be
prosecuted to the fullest
extent of the law.

Yeah, but he's not
gonna tell us
how to find Maroun,

not without a deal.

No, he's not.

But getting played
by another criminal,

being forced to look
the other way

to countenance their sickness...

Isn't that part of the job?

Yeah, part I hate he most.

Do what you can
to get that scumbag
to talk,

but he's not getting a deal.

I hear congratulations
are in order.

You have Captain Kidd.

Is that why you're here?

Time is of the essence, Harold.

If Safiya Maroun is
ever to draw a breath
of fresh air again,

I suggest you let me
have a chat
with the Captain.

Introduce him
to Brimley's badger.

Your concern is noted,

but we both know
you didn't come here just
to offer your services.

I came hoping people
would speak the truth,

Captain Kidd, us.

Given your hypertension,
perhaps we should go first.

We know about Andrew Patterson.

Do tell.

We know he's Rakitin,

your source in
the intelligence community.

We suspected as much,
so Park tailed him,

to the corner of 3rd and North.

It's a lovely neighborhood.

Fine place to go for a walk.

Or for dinner.

3rd and North
is half a block
from your restaurant.

Don't do this, Harold.

He was going to meet you
to divulge classified intel.

I'm asking you
as a friend,
not an adversary.

A friend?

I don't have friends
who betray this country.

I understand your quandary.

You care a great deal
about Elizabeth.

You want to believe in her,

to understand and find reason

in her quest to destroy me.

But for what I hope
is the final time,

let me be clear,

I am not a traitor
to this country,

and I do not divulge
sensitive intelligence

to this country's enemies.

I know that's not true.

No, Harold.
You think you know.

You have pieces of a puzzle
that you think you can solve.

But as I am the puzzle,

I know that you can't.

And as your friend

and your colleague,

I implore you,

for your own sake,

to please let this go.

Is that some sort of threat?

Sincere advice. I have
unsavory associates.

When cornered, they tend
to do unsavory things.

Let me get this straight.

You're not a Russian spy,

and the person Park tailed
isn't supplying you intel.

I'm on this wild goose chase,

and yet my life is in danger?

You need to trust me on this.

You mean
I need to believe you
over Elizabeth?

That sounds as if
you're in contact
with her.

I wish.

She's an apparition.

A ghost who leaves clues
in the night
but is gone by morning.

You've taught her well.

Harold, this,

all of it,

is between her and me.

She and I may not agree on much,

but I'm sure we agree on this.

Neither of us
would be able to
forgive ourselves

if our problems
caused you to become
collateral damage.

I'm glad we've had this talk,

and I appreciate your offer,

but I'm confident we can get
what we need from Captain Kidd

without the assistance
of Brimley's badger.

Make the deal.
I'll get the AG
on board.

The deal?

The one you said
we weren't gonna make?

Full immunity.

So, what happened
with Reddington?

You mean N-13?

So you confronted him
about Rakitin,

about how he ditched Park?

I don't condone
what Elizabeth's doing,

but if we have to
pick sides in this war,

I think it's past time
we picked hers.

We need to get to Keen
before Reddington does,

and because he works
with Townsend,

Captain Kidd
can help us do that.

I meant what I said
about getting played
by another criminal,

but you were right.
It's what we do.

So do it.

Let me help you
with the fine print.

You help, you walk.

Full immunity.

For past crimes.

You jay-walk tomorrow,
I'm coming for you.

I'll help you with Maroun.

No. And Townsend.

No. No way.
I'm not crossing him.

Well, that's just the cost
of doing business.

If I snitch on him,
he'll find out.

So what? Come on.

You'll be
drinking mai tais
in witness protection.

You can't protect me.
Not from him.

That's a chance
you're just gonna
have to take.

So, how does it work?
Walk me through
the steps.

I want you to
bore me with every
tiny little detail.

Our network, we're just...

It's a delivery system,

a series of dead drops
in abandoned buildings

or crowded public locations.

We provide a layer of protection

for the buyers and sellers
of illicit goods.

In this case, the parcel was
acquired by Neville Townsend,

taken to a holding site,

then packaged
and prepared for delivery

by one of our splinter teams.

Packaged and prepared?

Bro,
this isn't a stolen gun
we're talking about.

It's a person,

which requires
an entirely different
set of precautions.

So it's true.

You really did bury
Safiya Maroun alive.

CAPTAIN KIDD:
I delivered the product
I was paid to transport.

That's what we do.
(SOBBING)

RESSLER:
So, the site's
geo-tagged, right?

I mean,
you send the buyers
details, photos, maps.

We do, yeah,
but the buyer wanted
to take delivery

somewhere that was
especially remote.

I can give you coordinates,

but you're never gonna
get there in time.

The GPS-tagged site
indicates that Maroun
is buried here,

about a mile from
the west shoreline
on Taylors Island,

and that puts her
midway between
the Slaughter Creek Broads

and Robinson Neck Road.

The buyer,
how big of a head start
does he have on us?

We notified him
a little over
two hours ago.

I can only assume
he's on his way there now.

♪♪ Through these
city nightmares
you'd walk with me

♪♪ And we'd talk of it
with idealistic assurance

♪♪ That it wouldn't
tear us apart
(RAPID BEEPING)

♪♪ We'd keep our heads
above the blackened water...
(KNOCK ON WINDOW)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

RESSLER:
And if he gets
to her...

What do you mean
"if he gets to her"?

You better hope he gets to her.

If he doesn't,
things go from bad
to worse in a hurry.

What's that supposed to mean?

I told you.
She's on oxygen.

Which is... limited.

How much oxygen?

She's got roughly
six hours of air.

Got less than an hour.
♪♪ Through a grimy window
that I can't keep clean

♪♪ Through billowing smoke
that's swallowed the sun

♪♪ You're nowhere to be seen

♪♪ You're nowhere
to be seen, seen...

(DRILL WHIRRING)

♪♪ Do you think our desires
still burn?
(SPEAKING ARABIC)

♪♪ I guess it was desires
that tore us apart

♪♪ There has to be passion

♪♪ There has to be
passion, passion

♪♪ A passion for living,
surviving

SAFIYA: I don't understand.
Where are you taking me?

♪♪ And that means detachment ♪♪

Why didn't you just
leave me to die?

Say something!
(SPEAKING ARABIC)

♪♪ To beat you with
when you are down...

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)
Look, I want you to know
I am not afraid.

Keep walking.

You should have
Saint John Creek
to your west.

In about a half mile,
you're gonna make
a left.

There's no road on the GPS.

That's because
it's not on the GPS.

I'm looking at satellite feeds.

Looks like it may be
some kind of a trail

or maybe an old fire road.

We're not gonna
get there in time.

♪♪ We'd blacken
each other's skies...

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SAFIYA SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)
Go to the ground.

ARAM: GPS signal's
emanating from here,

quarter mile south,
just before the creek.

All right, we go in on foot.

One team from the east,
one from the west.

Our unsub's in here.

He's gonna have backup
and he's gonna wanna fight,
all right? Let's go.

♪♪ Unjustified crimes
carried on stifled calls

♪♪ Would you walk with me now
through this pouring rain? ♪♪

He wants to watch.
That's what this is for.

Well...

I want you to know this.

You can kill me,
you can try to make
an example of me,

but it will only invigorate
the people I fight for.

You will make them stronger,
and they will fight back.

(SPITS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

The shot came from our west.

(MAN GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

SAFIYA: Get off! Aah!

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN: Don't move!

RESSLER:
Is it just me or is he
way too comfortable?

COOPER: Main Justice
is sending an AUSA.

He won't be comfortable
once he's told what
he's being charged with.

Maroun verified Kidd's intel.

How's she doing?
Good.

Great, considering.

EMTs gave her
a clean bill of health.

Did you get her statement?

Yeah, and based on
what she told me,

that guy has no business
looking so relaxed.

RESSLER:
No, it's weird, right?

(SCOFFS)
It's kind of like you
being in the circus.

You were in the circus?

I, uh, ran away from home
when I saw the Great Davido
spin 75 plates at once.

I was hired as a roadie
on a Monday.

Lost my virginity
to a trapeze artist
on a Tuesday.

She left me
for the strongman
on a Wednesday,

and I was back home
eating matzo ball soup

watching Jerry Maguire
on a Thursday.

It was, um...
It was quite the whirlwind.

It's weird, right?
It's like
he's in on a joke.

Forget about him.
Go talk to Kidd.

The marshals have him
in protective custody.

Telling us about Maroun
was only part of the deal.

Now he's gotta tell you
what he knows about Townsend.

Well, Kidd's scared
to death of this guy.

He doesn't think
we can protect him
against Townsend.

Well, of course we can,
but we only will
if he tells us what he knows.

I'm not saying
you're bad at your jobs.

U.S. MARSHAL:
Our job
is to protect you,

and you're saying
we can't do that.

Not three of you.
Not against him.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Relax, it's the FBI.

Agent Ressler.

He's coming here
to ask you about
the bogeyman.

Go ahead and make fun,
but you're gonna
need more men.

Townsend can't hurt you
if he can't find you.

Since we're the only ones
that know you're here,

that's not gonna happen.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

TOWNSEND:
You did well.

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(BODIES THUDDING)

Look at me.

I haven't said anything
about you.

I know.

And now you never will.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

Assistant Director Cooper?
Ken Spears.

From Main Justice.
Yes, I've been
expecting you.

I've had a copy made of
Safiya Maroun's statement,

but, of course,
you'll want to
speak with her yourself.

Actually,
that won't be necessary.

Oh?

And why is that?

(DIALING, LINE RINGING)

Aram, we got a problem.

Sir.

Sir, Agent Ressler called.
Townsend got to Captain Kidd.

He doesn't know how, but he did.

Sir, do you hear me?

Two marshals are dead
and Kidd is gone.

The Saudi operative
has been released.

What?

No charges are being filed.

There's a plane
standing by at Dulles
to fly him to Riyadh.

Wait, wait, wait.
He... He had someone
buried alive.

He was about to execute her,

Of the 19 terrorists on 9/11,
15 came from Saudi Arabia.

After the attack,
King Fahd urged
the White House

to evacuate the members
of Osama bin Laden's family

who were living
in the United States.

Eventually, the FBI
assisted in returning
two dozen of them.

No questions asked.

King Fahd is gone,
but his oil isn't,

and the royal family has
as much influence as ever.

Safiya Maroun is a threat
to the royal family, so...

Main Justice isn't interested
in her or her statement.

The only thing
they're interested in

is pretending it never happened.

♪♪ Weighing down on me

I have to tell Safiya.

♪♪ Weighing down

♪♪ All of these chains

♪♪ Weighing down on me...

DEMBE: Your fight
with Harold is helping
Elizabeth's cause.

And that cause

will only end up hurting her.

I'm not fighting with Harold.

His fight with you, then.

Which you could stop,
but choose not to.

Go on, then,
give me my medicine.

You gave him the case

so you could get to Captain Kidd

and learn about Townsend.

He got to Kidd,
but kept him away
from you

so he could get to
Townsend first.

In the end, Townsend got to Kidd

and neither of you
learned anything.

And I thought taking the pills
was unpleasant.

♪♪ Weighing down on me...

Elizabeth is lost.

She's aligned herself
with a powerful enemy.

You and Harold
cannot go on fighting
each other and him.

Find a way to call a truce,

not just for Elizabeth,
but for Harold, too.

His list of enemies
has grown too long.

Our friend in the East.

I fear his patience
may run thin.

(PILLS RATTLE)

♪♪ Yeah, I drift away

♪♪ To a brighter place

♪♪ That I close my eyes
to see...

(CONVERSING IN RUSSIAN)

♪♪ And there's some days...

(IN ENGLISH) Reddington,
what am I not seeing?

♪♪ But I'm losing my belief...

We have a system in place.

You are a vital part
of that system.

The FBI following you
threatens that system.

♪♪ Weighing down...

Yet he seems unwilling
to do anything
to stop them.

No, no, no. Not unwilling.

♪♪ Weighing down

Unable, then.

♪♪ I'm down on my knees

♪♪ I need some relief

♪♪ Some quiet and peace

♪♪ I've been here before

♪♪ Tethered and torn

♪♪ I won't take anymore...

The instructions are clear.

Who to speak with, what to say.

They must be executed
to the letter.

♪♪ All of these chains...

♪♪ Weighing down on me

♪♪ Weighing down...

Harold Cooper?

All of this is happening
at his instruction.

Yes, but he is

an assistant director
of the FBI.

♪♪ All of these chains

♪♪ Weighing down on me... ♪♪

I have known Raymond
longer than anyone.

I know and trust him
like a brother.

But if he won't do
what's necessary

to protect what we've built
over the decades,

I will.

Even if it means eliminating
an assistant director
of the FBI.