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"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."

"I gasped for breath,

"but the noise
steadily increased."

"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."

"It grew louder."

"Louder..."

"Louder."

"Here, here!

"It is the beating
of his hideous heart."

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?

Help!

Help me!

What?

Call 911!

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 08 Episode 11

Aired on:
March 26, 2021

Episode Title:
"Captain Kidd"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

So much for
not being too late.

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.

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!

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.

Don't do this!

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.

- Yes.
- Gotta call it off.

Why? What's going on?

I got a tail.

I'll call you back.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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?

I've got both online.

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.

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

We have it.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

I delivered the
product I was paid to transport.

That's what we do.

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

♪♪ We'd keep our heads above the
blackened water...

Speaking Arabic...

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...

♪♪ 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

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...

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...

Go to the ground.

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.

The shot came
from our west.

Get off! Aah!

Don't move!

Is it just me or
is he way too comfortable?

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.

No, it's weird, right?

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.

Our
job is to protect you,

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

Not three of you.
Not against him.

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.

You did well.

Look at me.

I haven't said anything
about you.

I know.

And now you never will.

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?

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...

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.

♪♪ Yeah, I drift away

♪♪ To a brighter place

♪♪ That I close my eyes
to see...

♪♪ And there's some days...

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.