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Down.

It's him. It's Townsend.

We should go. There
could be others.

I'll call Edward, tell him to
have a medical team standing by.

Can you walk?

Walk?

Townsend's dead.

I could fly.

The bullet went clear through.

No organs were damaged.
She should be fine.

Thank you. Have
yourself a drink.

Make it a double.
You deserve it.

You deserve it, too. You won.

I wish there was
time for celebration,

but Mother Nature and
the criminal world

quickly exploit a vacuum.

We should set a
time to see Harold.

And call Dr. Clemons.
Thank him for his services

and tell him they're
no longer necessary.

Did you find another doctor?

No.

You're giving up.

Why? You just said there's
another fight to be won.

There is.

But it can't really be
won unless I'm gone.

Perhaps I will have
that drink after all.

Toast to better days.

Will it end when I know?

When Reddington's told
me the last of it,

will I be able to
live a normal life?

What is normal?

Not this.

We live the lives we
are meant to live.

I understand you blaming Raymond

for how yours turned out.

I blame him, too, sometimes.

But fate takes the laboring oar,

in our lives and his.

Fate and destiny.

Ah! You're up. Excellent.

I have a bit of a
surprise... Mommy!

Hey! Oh! Pumpkin!
What are you doing here?

It was Pinky's idea.

Pinky?

He says his name is
Red, but I prefer pink.

I thought she'd
be just the thing,

and as it turns out,
Mrs. French and I share

a great love for
Jacques Tati, so...

How are you, my dear?

I'm better now. Thanks to Pinky.

Oh. Mr. Reddington.

Aram. Nice.

I
heard about Townsend.

We're so relieved.

What's the celebration?
Who's getting well?

Oh, uh, these are for Agent
Ressler. He's off the ventilator.

The doctors are saying
he's doing so much better.

That's good news.

Care for a toke?

I'd give almost anything
to hear you talk

like a member of
the Lollipop Guild.

Come in.

What a relief, knowing the
threat to Agent Keen is gone.

Yes,
we're all quite happy

with the way things
turned out, Harold.

And here I thought that Aram was
the only man-child around here.

Please tell me you're
above such things.

I think it's childish

and completely unprofessional.

Please indulge our weakness
for life's simple pleasures.

We've come bearing dark tidings.

You want to tell me? Or maybe you'd
like to do some finger painting first.

I would. More
than you can possibly imagine.

But unfortunately,
Townsend's death

is about to trigger a
firestorm of criminal activity.

In the absence of
a clear successor,

everyone will be vying
for control of his empire.

I assume you're here
to give me a case,

that the next name on the
Blacklist will be in service

to helping you take
advantage of the situation.

I do have a bunch of likely
contenders for the throne,

and, yes, I am giving you them

so that someone can take
advantage of this situation.

But not me. How magnanimous.

I've heard that one's true
colors emerge at the end.

I'd love to think that
magnanimity is one of mine.

The end? I knew you were sick,
but exactly how bad is it?

Harold, over the years,

you've served as a wise
counselor to Elizabeth.

I'd like to know that in my
absence that would continue.

Raymond. How sick are you?

Do I have your word?

Of course.

I'll always do everything
I can for Elizabeth.

Thank you. You're a good friend.

Is this really necessary?

It's the best way I can think
of to ensure her protection.

Your
blood tests are better.

The treatment is working.

You're getting
better, not worse.

I'm dying.

Whether it's this year or
the next doesn't matter.

What I've got doesn't go away.

It just takes a pause, regroups,

and comes back
stronger, deadlier.

Where's Agnes?

Mrs. French took
her to the park.

Thank you for bringing her here.

That was very thoughtful.

The conversation
we've been having.

Or trying to have.

About who I am and why
I came into your life.

How my mother got
you to watch over me.

Your mother. Yes.

She foresaw this moment.

The answers are here.

In a letter she wrote to you.

Why do you have a letter
my mother wrote to me?

For when the time was right,
to let you know the truth.

I think we can both agree
it's long past time.

One condition remains.

No. No conditions.

One task.

Then it's done.

What could possibly
be left for me to do?

To take my life.

What do you mean?

I mean literally
and metaphorically.

I'm dying.

You've known for a
while that I'm sick.

Before I die...

I need to make sure
you're protected.

A-And how will
killing you do that?

By showing the world that you're
a force to be reckoned with,

that you did what
no one else could

no law-enforcement
agency, no criminal rival

you found and executed
Raymond Reddington.

Y-You know I don't want
to take over your empire.

I do.

And under other circumstances,
I wouldn't want you to.

But Neville Townsend learned
certain things about me,

things that we should assume
others now know, as well.

I'm afraid that people
will come for you

just like Townsend did.

It took all of our
strength to fight him.

You'll need help to
fight the others.

This is a way to get it.

It's quite a story.

Full of

ambition and hope.

Love and loss.

How does it end?

You'll find out.

Oh, you're so cute! Ohh!

I could just squeeze
you like this forever.

Where's Pinky?

Well... I don't
know where Pinky is.

I never quite know where
Pinky's gonna show up next.

He's funny. He tells me stories.

Oh, yeah? What kind of stories?

About a Russian princess.

She doesn't want
to be a princess,

but other people keep
telling her it's her destiny.

What do you think she should do?

Mom, she's a princess!

I got train
tickets for 4:00 p.m.

I'll meet you at the station.

Got some people I want
to say goodbye to.

It won't take long to close
up the apartment in New York,

and we'll sleep on the jet

and be in Europe by
this time tomorrow.

This will be so
good for you two.

To get away from it all.

Yeah.

I hope so.

We've had some times.

We have.

Get in.

Have you spoken to Reddington?

I knew he was sick, but I had
no idea it was this severe.

He asked me to
take over for him.

I'm not surprised.

I said no.

I'm... I'm leaving.

We're gonna get away.

I wanted to tell you in person

and thank you for
everything that you've done.

So your mind's made up?

About taking over
for Reddington?

Well, is there a
decision to make?

There's so much I want for you.

Above all, I want
you to be safe.

Right now you're a fugitive
on the Most Wanted List.

If you took over for Reddington,

inherited the Blacklist,

I could probably convince
Panabaker to give you immunity.

You'd be protected.

You'd have a reason
for taking over

that you could feel good about.

We could still work together.

Taking over for
Reddington has risks,

physical and emotional.
Both of those concern me.

But you not doing
it concerns me more.

How's Ressler?

On the mend. Worried about you.

Yeah, I want to see him.

Probably safer to call.

Yeah. Where's the fun in that?

Hey.

I heard you're feeling better.

Well, I am now.

I've got a decision to make.

Cooper's wrong.

He called you?

You're not like Reddington,
okay? You're better.

Look. You're good.

Too good to do what
he wants you to do.

I don't feel "good."

You're not a criminal.

Okay? Pretending to be one
is not gonna keep you safe.

Russian mob.
Serbians. Italians. Chinese.

And a few Americans and Brits
thrown in for good measure.

All of them did
business with Townsend,

and, according to Reddington,
they all want a piece.

And Mr. Reddington doesn't?

Lemme guess, he wants us to move

on the United Nations of
Crime so he can take over.

Yes, but not for himself.

For Elizabeth, so
she can take over.

That's not funny. It
wasn't meant to be.

But she can't. I mean...

Even if she could, she wouldn't.

Would she? Eh, why
would he let her?

What would he do? Go play golf?

Reddington's sick. He
wouldn't say with what,

but it's clearly terminal.

Wait. Mr. Reddington? But...

He always... He always
seems so invulnerable.

He isn't. Neither is Elizabeth.

If she decides to take
over for Reddington,

she's going to need our help.

Starting with a workup on
the people in this folder.

I'm in the chairs next
to the escalators.

All
passengers traveling...

Okay. I'll see you soon.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry. I don't
mean to stare.

Are you Agent Keen?
Elizabeth Keen?

Do we know each other?

Uh, Beth Ryker.

Daniel Ryker's my
dad. General Ryker.

He said not to take it off.

Oh, my God. That can't be you.

I-I think about you all
the time, what you did.

Uh... You saved my life.

You were a very
brave little girl.

You probably don't remember
the story you told me,

about the scar
your dad gave you,

how it was... your
secret weapon.

Well, whenever I'm
feeling sad or afraid,

I just touch it like this,
and it makes me brave.

Do you want to see if
it can make you brave?

Yeah?

I left the Bureau.

What do you do now?

I'm

trying to figure that out.

The Keystone
Service 3:45 to Philadelphia

now boarding on Track 9.

Keystone Service

3:45 to Philadelphia...
That's my train.

Now boarding on Track 9. I
can't believe it was really you.

All aboard.

Thanks for saying hello.

My dad told me that if you
hadn't defused that bomb,

thousands of people
would have died.

Most people just...

I don't know, live their lives.

But you made the
world a better place.

So whatever you decide to do,

I really hope you'll
keep doing that.

Elizabeth.

Tell him I want to meet

hear him out.

Okay. Hold on.

She wants to discuss
your proposal.

Okay.

Tell her we're in New York.

Can you meet in New York?

I'll text you.

Is it wrong, what... what
I'm asking her to do?

It's not that simple.

Right and wrong have never
been simple in your life.

You love her, and you
want to keep her safe.

You're desperately
trying to do that.

I wonder if it makes
any difference.

Ohh! Hi, baby.

Who's ready to go to New York?

Raymond.

Ah.

Elizabeth. Thank you for coming.

I understand you've given
some thought to my proposal.

I have.

And?

I need you to explain
something to me.

Please.

If we go through with
this, if I actually do this

what makes you think
it's gonna work?

Me, as your heir?

Why do you think people
are gonna accept that?

They'll accept it when
I'm dead in the street.

They'll accept it because
you're a criminal.

Is that what I am?

Or is that what I
am because of you?

I've considered that question,

so many times.

How things might
have been different

if I had never

re-entered your life.

Would you be safer?

Happier?

Was it, uh, my presence alone

that brought you
to this crossroads?

Or maybe none of
that ever mattered.

Maybe you were born to this

out of a lie, the
daughter of a spy,

genetically predisposed
to deception and danger.

I don't know.

I've thought and
thought about it.

And I just don't know.

What I do know is that

whether it's chance or karma...

DNA or fate,

or just bad luck

this is where you are now.

This is who you've become.

A criminal.

A fugitive.

And taking my life...

is a way forward.

Hm.

Humor me.

How would it work?

The restaurant's been
undergoing renovations

for over a year now, and
we'll be opening soon.

But first, Pascual's
having a little soiree

for family and friends
tomorrow night.

I'll be there, as will Dembe.

We'll have dinner,
see some friends.

By 1:00, I suspect things
will be winding down.

The families will be gone.

I'll say my goodbyes and exit.

Dembe will stay
back, thank Pascual.

You'll be waiting in your
car parked down the street

with a clear view
of the entrance.

It should happen
on the sidewalk,

right in front of the
restaurant... and happen fast.

By the time the police
respond, you'll be long gone.

I'm quite sure
Pascual will have to

show them to the CCTV footage.

And, of course, it'll be leaked.

And within hours,
the image of you

standing over my body
will be on the front page

of every major
newspaper in the world.

You've really
thought this through.

Yes.

Tomorrow night.

Yes.

What?

Of all the times I've
wanted to kill you.

I don't think I can
pull the trigger.

Let's not worry about that.

Not now.

Let's just

be.

That sounds nice.

You said you made a
promise to my mother...

that you'd dedicate your
life to keeping me safe

no matter what.

I did.

Why?

Who was she to you?

This photo.

There was someone

standing behind the lens,

holding the camera.

Was it you?

You were there, weren't you?

I was there.

You knew her well.

Better than anyone.

Fine.

I'll do it.

Okay.

But in exchange, I have
to ask you a question,

and I need you to give
me a straight answer.

Okay.

You said I can't see
my mother's letter,

that I can't know who you are

until after you're gone
and my future is cast.

Yes.

Why?

Why can't I know who you
are until after you're dead?

Because if you knew beforehand,
you'd never agree to kill me.

Let's go through it again.

We've been through this.

Please.

The evening ends. You go.

I hang back to thank Pascual.

Elizabeth will be waiting
in her car, down the street.

St. Vincent is the
responding hospital.

Our man on the inside
will handle transport

via their ambulance.

The city will never take
possession of your body.

And the remains?

Spread over the Yenisey.

Raymond, we've
been through this.

And then you get what's
yours. All of it.

Yes. No less.

Yes, I know, Raymond.

Are you sure about this?

Elizabeth is a fugitive.

The only way for her
to survive this world

is to become part of it,

to become bigger than
it, stay ahead of it.

And you're prepared to
die to make that possible.

I'm always prepared to die.

Hello? LIZ: Aram, it's me.

Liz.

Listen. I don't have much time.

Uh, we may have a lead
on some of the criminals

moving in to pick over
Townsend's legacy.

Good. I hope you get them.

Mr. Cooper thinks you should
replace Mr. Reddington.

Ressler doesn't.

If you're looking for a
vote to break the tie,

I'm with Ressler.

I know. That's not
why I'm calling.

I won't help you. I know
I have in the past...

But I won't.

I wouldn't expect you to.
That's not what I want.

What I want

what I'm hoping for

is that you can find it in
your heart to forgive me

for the things I've done,

for what I'm going to do

what I have to do.

I just spoke to Liz.

Um...

She asked for my forgiveness.

Given her choice, that's
perfectly understandable.

Agent Park, have you
reached Reddington?

No, and I called his restaurant.

Somebody answered, said
they're opening in a few days,

but tonight's a private party.

When all this began, I was
such a different person.

Blinded by passion

and inexperience.

What we built

it's been fulfilling in ways

that I can't even
begin to describe.

It's been a wonder.

Thrilling and challenging.

A blessing and a curse.

Whatever it's been

it's become who I am.

But at some point,
it became clear to me

that I wasn't really in
control of any of this.

I thought I was.

At times, I-I feel like I am.

But I'm not.

No matter how much I try or care

or give of myself...

I have no control over
how any of this ends.

And that is

crushing

if I think about it too much.

So I don't think about it.

I ignore it, deny it,

and try to convince myself
that I can keep Elizabeth safe,

Agnes safe,

which is why I-I feel
I have to do this.

I have to believe
that I can help...

Because the alternative
is j... It's just...

I understand.

I know you do.

Only when I'm gone.

Give it to Elizabeth,
but only when I'm gone.

You ready?

No.

Me neither.

Let's go.

What's wrong, Mom?

Oh, nothing. I'm
just... I'm just sad.

But I'll be okay.

We had such fun in
New York, didn't we?

Why are you sad?

Well, uh...

Someone that I
care about is sick.

He's... very sick.

Did he see a doctor?

No.

Unfortunately, the doctors
can't help him get any better.

Is he gonna die?

Yeah, honey. He is.

That is sad.

Yeah.

But I think my friend
is trying to be brave.

I think he feels fortunate.

What's "fortunate"?

Well, I think my friend
knows he's lived a good life

that he's seen a lot of neat
and different places and

he has a lot of
friends that love him.

Dembe, will you stop
the car, please?

What's the matter?

I want to walk.

It's not safe.

I'll meet you at the restaurant.

So

even though he's
sad he's gonna die

he feels fortunate

that he's lived a good life.

Your friend's blessed.

Yeah! Blessed!

Where did you learn a
word like that, smartie?

You always say that even
though Daddy had to go to Heaven,

he was okay with that
because he felt blessed

to know me when I
was a little baby.

Yeah.

I think my friend feels
blessed, like Daddy.

I feel blessed because of you.

Oh, honey. Me too.

I'm blessed because of you.

And don't forget, no
matter what happens,

I love you to the moon and back.

I love you, too.
More than hearts.

One more sleep, okay? I'll
see you in the morning.

No, I spoke
with Keen myself...

She turned Reddington down,

said she was gonna leave the
country. I think she already left.

Except she hasn't.

Elizabeth phoned
Aram. She's in DC.

She also asked for
his forgiveness.

Forgiveness? For what? Your
guess is as good as mine.

But I fear it has something
to do with Reddington

positioning her to be the
heir to his criminal empire.

So he convinced her.

But now they're gonna need
to convince the world.

I don't follow. Look,
you and I both know

the people who work
in Reddington's world

aren't gonna accept
Keen's taking of the reins

just because he announced it.

If he wants her to
be taken seriously,

if she's gonna be
respected in his world,

she's gonna have to
make a statement,

demonstrate her value.

Which is why she's gonna
need Aram's forgiveness.

Agent Ressler, I'm
putting you on speaker

with Park and Mojtabai.

Whoa! Hey! Hey! Good news!

Yeah, what's that?

What do you mean? You're
alive. That is incredible news.

I-I literally thought you
were not gonna make it.

Well, thankfully, he did.
Do we have any updates?

I still can't reach Reddington,
Dembe, or Agent Keen.

Oh, my God. That's it.

He's not gonna make it.
She's gonna kill Reddington.

Wait. Who is?

Keen. She's gonna kill him.

She's gonna make a statement,

demonstrate that she's
no longer an agent.

Kill Mr. Reddington.

That's how she's
gonna prove to the world

that she's seizing
control of his empire,

and she's gonna do it in public.

She's gonna... She's
gonna kill him.

Reddington was here,
talking about his death,

talking about taking care
of Elizabeth when he's gone.

Wait. Back up. You think
Reddington knows this is happening?

No, I think it's his idea.

The party. At the restaurant.

That son of a bitch is gonna
sacrifice himself to save her life.

We have to get to him.
Convince him to call it off.

To Raymond!

For his friendship and support
to make this dream come true.

Salud. To Raymond. Salud.

I can't do it.

That's all right.

I don't want to.

I understand.

Raymond.

Raymond, we have to go.

Raymond, we must.

I'm sorry.