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[ Horns honking ]

Please hurry, Ms. Keen. He
doesn't like to be kept waiting.

Is this how it works
around here?

[ Fingers snap ]
He snaps his fingers

and everyone
just trembles?

If they have
any sense.

Aren't you coming?
Mm.

[ Footsteps depart ]

♪♪♪

Townsend: Ah.
Thank God you're here.

The boys and I were chatting
about failed expectations.

I'll catch you up.
First I said...

"Kansas was
an awful bloodbath,

and, sure, that was fun,

but you let Reddington
get away."

Then they said, "So sorry.

We promise to do better
next time.

Please, Neville, what about
my wife and kids?"

To which I said,
"Wife and kids?

What about my wife?
What about my kids?"

[ Knife plunges ]
[ Grunts ]

You're insane!

[ Liz grunts ]

Why? Because I stabbed a man
who was suffocating?

I suppose that was
rather crazy of me.

Almost as crazy as partnering
with an FBI agent.

No ‐‐ No!

♪♪♪

You find him
at his girlfriend's.

You have him at gunpoint,
but somehow he gets away.

Why is that?
Why don't I have

everything you promised me,
Agent Keen?

[ Gasps, coughs ]

I have a lead.

On Reddington.

I can prove he's N‐13

and that he's in communication
with the Russians.

[ Coughs ]
Do you, now?

I suppose there's only
one way to find out.

Go. Pursue.
Live the dream.

But, Elizabeth...

[ Gasps ]

Don't disappoint me
again.

♪♪♪

[ Birds chirping ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Anne? Stay with me.

[ Birds chirping ]

Belsky reached out.
He said it's urgent.

Anne had a daughter.

Has a daughter.

You must put that
behind you.

Belsky has information

that concerns
Townsend and Elizabeth.

Then I suppose
we'll act on it.

Raymond,
there's something else.

Paula called.

Glen's mother, Paula?

Yes. She wanted you to call
or come by the house.

And then she said something
about "new irons in the fire."

Hot ones, she said.

[ Laughs ] Oh, my God.
Sounds like she's dating.

[ Chuckles ]
That's what I said.

And she laughed and said,
"No, nothing like that.

This is business.

Serious business."

And then she said,
"Alright, then, Dembe.

I'll see you and Raymond
at the house."

What happened
to Bill and Steven?

She knows, Raymond.

♪♪♪

Oh, my.

Histiaeus.

What's to be learned
from him,

other than tyranny
and duplicity?

There you have it.
The history of mankind ‐‐

tyranny and duplicity.

[ Chuckles ]
You've come a long way

from the 8th Directorate,
comrade ‐‐

Uh, Professor Belsky.

Although
I see your affinity

for authoritarians
hasn't changed.

Histiaeus wanted
to organize a revolt

but feared discovery
by the Persians,

so he shaved the hair
of his favorite slave

and had the treasonous message
tattooed on his head.

When the hair grew back,

he sent him off
to spread the word,

which became
the first recorded act

of steganography
in warfare.

Of course, my KGB ciphers

are no more relevant today
than tattooing a head,

so you can imagine
my surprise

when I stumbled
across this.

Cooper: I don't understand.
Are you getting leads

from a psychic now?
Red: To predict the future?

I don't know, Harold.
At $5.99 a minute,

Madame Zorba might be a bargain
at twice the price.

If there was a Madam Zorba.
But there isn't.

You're showing me
a fake ad?

It's not an ad.
It's a message.

A code that I believe Townsend
and Elizabeth may be using

to communicate
with an associate.

"Love is a knot that
even death cannot untie."

It sounds more like
a Hallmark card than a code.

Having failed
to kill me,

I suspect Elizabeth and Townsend
may be planning

to move against those
around me ‐‐

in my world
and possibly in yours.

Her fight is with you,
not us.

Yes, but you're with me,

and she's with Townsend,

who takes great pride
in displaying

his utter disregard
for human life.

"Love is a knot"
isn't an aphorism.

It's a clue
to decrypting the code.

As you well know,
during the Cold War,

nobody mastered the art
of clandestine communication

better than the Soviets,

their pièce de résistance
being a cipher machine

capable of encrypting
or decrypting text

into 10 different
languages.

The Russkiy Uzel ‐‐
the Russian Knot.

The Kremlin destroyed
most of them

just prior to the fall
of the Soviet Union,

so Lord knows how Townsend
got his hands on one,

but clearly he did, and if we
want to decrypt that message,

we need to get one, too.
Somehow I don't think
this is something

we can order
on Amazon.

The only other machine
I know of

is on display
in a museum in Minsk.

Beautiful city.
Amazing opera house.

I'd forgotten how beautiful
until yesterday.

You were just in Minsk?
Yes.

In order to make a generous
donation to said museum

from a private collection.

Nana was born in Minsk.

I can think of no better way
to honor her passing

than with this gift.

You gave the museum
a Cézanne?

A stolen one,

which, like all good
and greedy bureaucrats,

they're trying to decide
whether to report.

Imagine
their embarrassment

when the FBI finds it
in their possession.

You donated
the painting.

Now you want us
to go and get it back.

Yes. Along with
the Russian Knot.

And why would they
give us that?

Last I checked, your country
had sanctions in place

against both the president
of Belarus and his son.

They're not giving you
anything.

You want us to steal it.
Of course.

What the hell do you think
we've been talking about?

.

Aram: Okay,
this cipher machine

is actually
pretty fascinating.

You use the little keyboard
to type up your message,

which it then jumbles
into a random series of letters.

Then, on the receiving end,
you need another machine

to turn the gobbledygook
back into regular text.

Ressler: Okay, but this thing's
like 50 years old.

I mean, can't you crack
the billboard code without it?

Well, it's not exactly
Orphan Annie's decoder ring.

The complexity of the Knot's
algorithm compounds

every letter
after it is entered,

netting us a trillion,
trillion, trillion...

[ Key clacks, beeping]
...different possibilities.

Park: I know we'd like
to find out what Keen

and Townsend are up to,
but are we really

talking about robbing
the Belarusian War Museum?

I, uh ‐‐ I feel like
we've done worse.

Reddington made it clear there's
no diplomatic angle here.

Townsend has
illicit relationships

with the Council
of Ministers.

If we reach out for help,
he'll be tipped.

Yeah, but to what? We don't even
know what Keen's planning.

Okay, Ruddiger,
what do ya got?

[ Chuckles ]
This bores through rock

using ultrasonic
vibrations.

[ Whirring ]

♪♪♪

Ha ha!
Hell of a lot quieter, too.

It's not very deep.

Don't we need to get through
two feet of concrete?

Only needs to be deep enough
for the SCDA to do its thing

and to keep me
out of the boss's heavy bag.

Of course, what you gain
in noise reduction,

you lose
in predictability.

It takes time
to heat up and expand,

for the pressure to build,
until finally...

Boom.

♪♪♪

Talk to me
about access.

Once we're in, we need a way to
smuggle the cipher device out.

The lab's mocking up
a fake to leave in
its place as we speak.

We'll need to loop the
security feeds to make the swap.

Okay, but how do we gain entry
into their security passage?

Esi: Silva Terzian.

Immigrated from Armenia.

Gets a tea
at the same café

every morning
before she goes to work.

She's our in.

[ Boom ]

Ho‐ho!

[ Chuckles ]

Pack it up.
It's time to go.

Wait. Like, now?
Why so soon?

Cooper: The breach happens
Friday night.

That's when the museum
is hosting its fundraiser.

Staff won't like
the FBI presence,

won't want to cause a scene
in front of the donors,

which means they're more likely
to fall for our diversion.

♪♪♪

Enjoy.
Thanks.

♪♪♪

[ Clattering ]
Oh!

I am so sorry!

No, it's okay.
Let me help you with that.

Don't ‐‐
Don't worry about it.

Oh, hey!
You forgot your wallet.

Thank you.

Cooper: Anyone unclear?
Any questions?

I think the big question is,
what's Liz really up to?

If we're successful
in bringing

this device home
from Minsk,

we have a good shot
at finding out.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Speaking Russian ]

♪♪♪

[ Beep ]

Let me know
if we have a problem.

♪♪♪

Esi: At the terminus,
go left.

Then straight ahead
200 feet.

Once you're on site,
you need to be

12 feet, 2 inches off the center
of the north wall.

♪♪♪

Museum Director:
Your credentials
appear to be in order,

but I'm afraid you're
in the wrong country.

Cooper: I go
wherever he takes me.

Notorious fugitive
Raymond Reddington.

I'm told you accepted
a stolen painting from him.

He called himself
Lloyd Wilke.

I could alert INTERPOL.

I'm sure they'd love
to swarm your museum

and arrest you as an accomplice
after the fact.

But that might kill the mood
of this lovely evening.

Yes.
That would be terrible.

Or you could have your people
show my team

your security feeds
while I look at that Cézanne.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Beeping ]

♪♪♪

Four minutes.

Alright.
You get started.

I got the sensors.

[ Whirring ]

♪♪♪

Beautiful city,
by the way.

It's true what they say.
Minsk isn't just concrete.

There is some really
beautiful concrete.

Hey, Aram. It's Cooper.
Something about a legal attaché.

We'll catch up
in a second.
Alright.

♪♪♪

[ Conversing in Russian ]

♪♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

Aram: Not trying
to cowboy anyone, guys.

Just want to take
a quick peek at the footage.

♪♪♪

[ Keyboard clacking ]

♪♪♪

[ Whirring ]

♪♪♪

[ Keyboard clacking ]

[ Speaking Russian ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ Chuckling ]

♪♪♪

[ Beep ]
Sensors are down.

[ Thud ]

[ Footsteps ]

♪♪♪

They're here.
Who's here?

The Task Force.

What the hell
are they doing here?

What do you think?

Reddington
must have sent them

to get the device
before we can.

We have to hurry.

[ Door closes ]

♪♪♪

Ressler: Hey, Aram,
we're in place.

Aram: Okay, just give me
a minute to record

enough footage
to loop the feeds.

[ Whirring ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Okay. The cameras are bypassed.
You're good to go.

♪♪♪

‐Hurry, hurry.
‐Okay. Any minute now.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]
Don't answer that.

It's about to blow.

[ Cellphone opens ]
What ‐‐

Hello?

I just had a dream
about you.

I'm sorry, Neville.
Now's not a good time.

No, don't interrupt
or I'll forget.

I was at a wedding,

about to greet
the bride and groom,

but everyone was crying.

And suddenly I realized ‐‐
this isn't a wedding.

It's a funeral.

♪♪♪

Aram, we're ready
to open the case.

Are the sensors down?

Aram: Uh, guys?
This is weird,

but the sensors
are already off.

♪♪♪

I hate funerals.

I'm absolutely squeamish
about open caskets.

I was terrified.
And that's when I felt

someone squeeze my hand.

And it was you.
You were holding my hand.

And I wasn't afraid anymore.

Oh, and guess
who was in the casket.

Liz: I don't know.
Reddington.

And he looked hideous,
all sunken and yellow.

I'm sorry, Neville.
I really have to ‐‐

I know I was harsh before,

but this dream is a good sign.

I am rooting for you,
Elizabeth.

I gotta go.
[ Beep ]

He said he had a dream
about me.

He is creepy.

♪♪♪

[ Rumbling ]

[ Glass clinking ]

What the hell's
going on?

♪♪♪

[ Boom ]

♪♪♪

Liz: Okay.

♪♪♪

Run.

.

Ahh!
What are you doing?

The badge. I left it
in the furnace room.

Forget the badge!
We can't get through
the security gate without it.

We'll go on foot!
I'll be back.

I'll meet you in the van.

Ugh.

Park: It's her. She's in the
building. Keen's got the cipher!

Ressler: Aram,
tell me you have eyes.

Aram: Got her. Basement,
near the east stairwell.

Agent Park is
right around the corner.

Oh, no.

♪♪♪

[ Grunting ]

♪♪♪

It really is
a lovely piece.

[ Classical music playing ]

[ Up‐tempo music playing ]

[ Thud ]

♪♪♪

Ahh!

[ Grunting ]

♪♪♪

[ Gasping ]

I always wanted
a hero moment.

I got the badge.

Let's go!
Grab the Knot!

Yeah, I got it.
I'm right behind you.

[ Gun cocks ]

Ressler: Where's Park?

What,
are you gonna shoot me?

For this?
You don't understand.

I'm dead without the device
that's in that bag.

Shoot me, then. Show me
there's nothing left of
the old Elizabeth Keen.

The cipher.
I have to have it.

Why?
You mean for Townsend

so we can't read
his messages?

Townsend?

He doesn't know I'm ‐‐

Why would you say that?

Esi: Liz, where are you?

Liz, we need to go
right now.

♪♪♪

Ressler: Park!

Hey.

♪♪♪

Is she okay?
Park: Yeah. I'm okay.

Where's Liz?
Where'd she go?

♪♪♪

[ Tires squeal ]

♪♪♪

You're not taking
the painting?

My concern is
finding Reddington.

Agents from our Art Theft unit
will be in touch,

and they'll want to
discuss the details.

Excuse me.

[ Excited murmuring ]

Ressler:
We got a problem.

What kind of problem?

A Liz Keen problem.

♪♪♪

Paula: My pumpkin
cheesecake thumbprints

are sort of legendary.

They were
Glen's favorite.

Thank you, Paula.

Yes.
Thank you, Paula.

You're welcome,
Steve, Bill.

Paula, is there anything
you'd like to tell us?

I used canned pumpkin.

Ahh.

You know who I am.

I do.

I am so sorry.

I know
it's a big secret.

How did you find out,
Paula?

I found this
under Jelly's bed.

I say "manuscript,"

but it's really
more of a memoir.

Glen was writing a book?

About your time
together,

the hijinks
and shenanigans.

Oh, don't worry.

I don't think he sent it
to any publishers yet.

I can't believe this.

I can.
Me too!

It makes
a whole lot more sense

than Jelly being
Huey Lewis' muse.

Paula, why are you
telling me all of this now?

That's the thing.

I've been retired from Ma Bell
for some time now,

and I've been keeping
to my budget,

but after Jelly died,
without his income,

um, things have gotten
sort of...tight.

Now, I‐I'm not asking
for a handout.

I went back to work
at the phone company part‐time,

but if you could
maybe lend me ‐‐

How much do you need?

$172.

And I'll pay it back
with interest.

Or I could work it off,
pressing that suit

or maybe cooking you two
a nice cream can dinner.

Well, that does sound nice,
but, Paula, this is a gift ‐‐

one I offer you in exchange
for your continued discretion.

No gifts. I have to insist
on paying you back.

Then let's just say I'm
purchasing Glen's manuscript.

♪♪♪

Well, that would mean
a lot to him.

You say you've gone back to work
at the phone company?

Yeah, the cellular one,
the big one.

18 hours a week now.

Why do you ask?

♪♪♪

What on earth?

Cooper: Reddington must have
donated the painting

so he could case
the museum.

What do you think
he was after?

Park: The Russian Knot.

That machine
is one‐of‐a‐kind.

Cooper:
Lucky we stopped him.

Yes. Thank God
for the FBI.

Your local police are gonna
want to secure the area.

We should clear
everyone out.

♪♪♪

Tell me
that was the fake.

Hm.
Thank God for the FBI.

.

Cooper:
We got the device,

and the Art Theft unit
got the Cézanne.

Red: Excellent.
Please tell me

you made it
to the opera.

We didn't.
Keen made sure of that.

Oh, of course.
She was there.

That's what I can't square ‐‐
is the "of course" of it all.

You told me
that she and Townsend

were using one of these devices
to encrypt their communiqués,

that you'd intercepted
those communiqués

but couldn't decrypt them
unless we went to Minsk

and got
the other device.

Something Elizabeth would never
have wanted you to do.

What I can't square is how
she knew we were doing it.

Or why, when I mentioned
Townsend's name,

Keen acted like he had no idea
she was there.

Well, I can't speak
to any of that,

but all that matters
is that you have the device

and I have the ability
to show you how to use it

to read the text
on that billboard,

which I'll do
as soon as I finish

with a pressing appointment.

More pressing than stopping
Townsend and finding Elizabeth?

For the moment.
[ Beep ]

Paula,
tell me something good.

Well, you know Ernie in billing
has had his eye on me

since his missus passed,

so I took him up on an offer
to have dinner at Perkins.

I sort of
sweet‐talked him.

Anyway, I told him I did
one of those spit tests,

found out
I had a half‐sister,

and was just desperate
to get an address.

♪♪♪

Emma Foster.

Date of birth, address,
phone number.

And he just went
and got it for you?

I always told Jelly
you get more bees with honey.

You are the bee's knees,
Paula.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, and what's this?

A receipt from Perkins.

If it's not too much,

I'd like to get reimbursed
for the chicken dinner.

Ernie wanted
to go Dutch.

Ugh. Ernie.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Ressler.
Liz: Reddington's
lying to you.

You want to tell me about it?
How about you turn yourself in?

He told you I wanted
the device to keep him

from reading messages
between me and Townsend.

Yeah, a theory
you proved

by trying to prevent us
from getting it.

I wasn't there to keep you
from reading my messages.

I was there to get it
so that I could read his.

Wait.
The billboard's his?

Billboard? I don't know anything
about a billboard.

What I know is Reddington uses
the Knot to decrypt messages

in classified ads
in The Washington Post.

If he's decrypting messages
using a Russian Knot,

then why send us to Minsk
to get another one?

So that I couldn't read
what he and his handler

are saying to each other.

That's who
he's talking to.

If I can prove he's talking
to the Russians ‐‐

You can prove he's N‐13.

I am not the enemy.
He is.

Please.
Let me prove it to you.

♪♪♪

Keen wants to meet.

What she wants
is to destroy the device

so we can't know what
she and Townsend are planning.

No, I think she wants
to use the device to prove

that Reddington's communicating
with his Russian handler.

I feel like we should
at least hear her out.

You think we should
give her a big hug.

She probably needs one.

Look, the Russian Knot
is a relic of the Cold War

that creates
an analog code.

Newspaper classifieds
barely exist anymore.

This sounds a lot more
like Mr. Reddington

than it does Agent Keen
or Neville Townsend.

I appreciate your reluctance,
Agent Park,

but if there's a chance
this could finally prove

that Reddington's
a Russian agent,

I think we need to hear
what Agent Keen has to say.

She's gonna want to know
that I have your word on this,

that we're not gonna
double‐cross her.

You have it.
Now call her back.

♪♪♪

[ Phone clicks, speed‐dialing ]

♪♪♪

Cooper signed off. Tell me
how this is gonna work.

Grab a pen.
And listen carefully.

♪♪♪

This is Assistant Director
Harold Cooper,

authorization code 39587.

I need
to requisition a team

for surveillance
and apprehension.

♪♪♪

Who is it?

Red: Emma Foster?

Who's asking?

My name is Farwell Smith.
Your mother's attorney.

♪♪♪

You worked with my mom?

I helped her with
some of her estate planning.

She never mentioned you.

Most of my clients don't
mention me to their children.

Wills and trusts
can be awkward.

It's all part
of the job,

in order to deliver
a little bit of good news

at an otherwise
mournful time.

M‐Mournful?

I'm ‐‐ I'm sorry.
I thought you knew.

Anne passed away.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I am so sorry
for your loss.

♪♪♪

.

Hey, Keen. I'm here.

Liz: There's a man
selling pretzels

at the 72nd street
crossover

above the fountain.
Buy one.

Cooper: He's headed
into the park.

Keen knows our vehicles
will have to pull back.

Beta team, stand down.

Delta,
can you go on foot?

Drop your cell
in the trash.

♪♪♪

Down the steps,
by the fountain.

♪♪♪

I don't have a visual.
Somebody get me eyes.

Beta,
clear emergency access.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

So you have
bodyguards now.

Is that it?

You have
Reddington's ad?

[ Zipping ]

Did Reddington tell you
how he knew I'd be in Minsk?

I think he thinks
I told you.

Guess that's
the romantic in him.

[ Whirring ]

Okay.
Enter the number first.

That belong
to your mother?

Please tell me that you
at least tried calling that.

It's not a phone number.
It's a key

meant to orient
the machine's settings.

And, yes, this book
belonged to my mother,

along with a storage locker
filled with half‐solved clues

about Reddington and a series
of encrypted messages.

There's more than one?

And if we can decrypt this one,
we can decrypt all of them.

Okay. Now what?

The circled letters,
in order.

Delta Team Leader: I have eyes.
Should we move in?

Yes, but keep your distance
until units are in place.

We don't know what kind
of protection she has,

and I want
to keep this clean.

Liz: C. M. A.

That's it.

[ Clicking ]

You okay?
Keen, what is it?

I don't know how Reddington
knew I was coming.

I don't know how he knows
half the things he does.

But I do know that
I'm right about this.

I just wish
you'd believe me.

I do believe you.

[ Scoffs ]

I wish
you didn't need proof.

[ Clicking ]

[ Clicking stops ]

That's the message?

Numbers?

I don't understand.

Maybe we did it wrong.

I mean, maybe
we need to try again.

♪♪♪

Damn it. Keen, hey!
This isn't me!

Hey!
Send them in. Now.

Cooper: We're made.
Go. Now! Move in.

Keen, wait!
They lied to me!

♪♪♪

Keen. Hey. Stop.

Stop.
Keen, they lied to me.

I had no idea.
I swear.

♪♪♪

Oh, my God.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

She's somewhere
under the terrace.

All units, move in.
I repeat, move in now.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Emma:
This can't be right.

Your mother had
a considerable estate.

We talked about it
as recently as a year ago.

I was gonna get like $3,000,
not $3 million.

Perhaps she wanted it
to be a pleasant surprise.

Did you know she was in love
with a wanted fugitive?

She told you that?

She called last week,
about him

and how these people had come to
where she lived to kill him.

I tried asking her
what was going on,

but all she wanted was
for me to protect myself,

that the people
who were after him

might come
after her or me.

I thought
it was crazy talk.

But she insisted
I drop everything and...

go into hiding.

So I came here

and waited.

She told me she was hoping
to stay with a friend

in a cabin on a lake,

and she'd call me
when everything settled down.

That was the last time
I ever spoke to her.

♪♪♪

I don't know what to say.

Did you know her well?

I did.

Then you can understand
why I want to remember

her love and kindness,

not her connection
to a criminal.

I can't do that if any
of this money comes from him.

Can you promise me
that it doesn't?

I can't promise you that.

But I can promise you
that your mother

wanted you
to have everything

that she could possibly
give you.

That would include this.

Think about it.

You could always
donate it to charity,

set up a scholarship.

Put on a play.

At the very least,
pay all your bills,

buy something for yourself,
and then, if you want,

you can give
the rest of it away.

Just think about it.

♪♪♪

How did she die?

It was an accident.

Caused
by the fugitive?

No.

But he ‐‐
he was responsible.

Tell me,
a man like that ‐‐

do you think he'll ever get
what's coming to him?

♪♪♪

I do.

.

Esi: You're crazy.
You do know that.

I like to think of it
as determined.

Yeah, determined
to get yourself killed.

And for what?
We couldn't crack the code.

You had the messages
and the machine to decrypt it,

and what did you get?

A whole lot of nothing.

I must be missing
a step ‐‐

an input my mom
didn't know about.

Say there is,
and we figured it out.

You think the FBI's letting you
near that machine again?

Ressler gave you a shot.

He's not giving you
another one.

[ Sighs ]

How did Reddington know
we'd be in Minsk?

We didn't tell anybody.

We found the folder
of classified ads.

We reviewed my mom's notes
on encryption.

We were told we needed
the Russian Knot to decrypt it,

and we went to Minsk
to try and get it,

but where's the opening
for Reddington in that?

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Belsky. Belsky.

We trusted you.

And I value that trust,
but I value my life more.

Which is why you
told Reddington.

I was told to report
any inquiry about a code

that requires the Russian Knot
to decrypt.

He was quite clear on how
important that was to him,

and I know
what that means.

So the minute we showed you
the ads, you showed him.

Professor Belsky:
She heard I was an expert

on the Russian Knot.

She knew the ads
were a code

and was hoping
I could decrypt them.

"Mid‐30s.
Brown hair. Blue eyes."

Well, I didn't tell him
it was you,

but he seemed to
know that already.

You told me I needed

a Russian Knot
to decrypt the message.

Well, I got one,
and I still can't read it!

There are keys.
You need them to read the code.

I had them.
The phone number.

[ Scoffs ]
Well, maybe there are more,

or the ones you had
were wrong.

Well, give me
the right ones, then!

I don't know them!

Well, then find me
a person who does!

The only person
who has the keys

is the one who encrypted
the message.

Reddington.

Great.

Dembe: Is there anything
on Elizabeth?

Not a word.

Dembe has the faith
that comes from belief.

All I have
are questions.

Why, how, what for,
was it worth it?

The answer's no.

Whatever the outcome,
it most certainly was not.

Well,
at least you have it.

I do. Along with the hope
that I'm not being played.

Alright. First, type in
the telephone number.

I assume the Cézanne has been
returned to its rightful place

at the Ashmolean Museum
in Oxford?

It has.

Now the first letter
of each word in order.

I gave up the commission
on the sale

of a $20‐million painting

and enraged the consigliere
who entrusted me with the task.

Do you really think I'd do all
that just to play you, Harold?

[ Clicking ]

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♪♪♪

[ Clicking stops ]

A bunch of numbers?

Yes, until
you substitute each number

for the corresponding letter
of the alphabet ‐‐

1 becomes A, 2 becomes B,
and so forth.

Do you have a pen?

Ah, good.

Alright, let's hurry.

I'm morbidly curious
to find out what painful end

Elizabeth has in store
for me.

Cooper: The code was the address
for some abandoned warehouse,

a date, and a time.

Park: Instructions
for a hit.

But the device was spitting out
random numbers.

What ‐‐
What were we missing?

One more step.
Each number in the sequence

represents a corresponding
letter of the alphabet.

So the billboard
was a message.

Which means Reddington
told us the truth,

and Keen didn't.

[ Cellphone rings ]

I understand
why you're upset.

I wasn't honest
with you.

For what it's worth,
I wish I'd been wrong

to doubt your judgment
about Keen.

You were wrong.

How can you say that?

She said this was
about keeping her

from Mr. Reddington's intel
when we now know

it was about keeping him
from reading hers.

Look. I know that's
what it looks like.

It looks that way
because it is that way.

You need to accept that.

[ Scoffs ] Why?
So you stop following me?

♪♪♪

Raymond!

Hello, Paula!

Thank you for coming.
How was the drive?

Did Dembe
talk your ear off?

[ Chuckles ]
It was just great.

Sometimes I like to lean my head
on the window next to me

so I can feel all of
the little bumps on the road,

and my vision
starts to flutter

and I just space out,
like I'm in a dream.

That sounds nice.

You know
what also sounds nice?

Employment.

Did you get a new job?

I did not.

I'm offering one.

[ Chuckles ]
What kind of job?

A service provider.

Are you asking me
to find people for you?

Like Jelly Bean did?

Why don't we sit,
have a cup of tea,

share some tawdry tales,
have a laugh or two,

and then
we'll drive you home.

You can put your head
up against the glass

and go
to your happy place,

and I can tell you what it is
I have in mind.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Beep ]

Ressler.
Liz: Hey.

Thank God
you're alright, Keen.

I don't even know why
I'm returning this call.

Look. I'm sorry.
They used me to lure you out.

Yeah, well,
a lot of good that did.

You're right.
But at least now

I know what
those numbers mean.

Because Cooper handed the device
over to Reddington.

He did.
So they decoded
his fake message.

They think I'm a liar.

No, but I don't,
and I'll prove it.

I know the step
that you're missing.

Look. Each number
stands for a letter ‐‐

1 is A, 2 is B, 3 is C.

They're using
alphanumeric substitution.

Exactly.
Hang on.

Okay. 17 is Q.

16 is O. No.

16 is P.

18 is R. 1 is A.

14.
N.

16?
P.

2 is B.

Wait a minute.
That doesn't make any sense.

What does it say, Keen?

QPRANPB.
It's not a word.

Maybe it's backwards
or the letters of
each word are jumbled.

I mean, Reddington told us
this is how it works.

It has to say something.

Oh, my God. That's it.

The Cyrillic alphabet.

We translated the numbers
into English

because that's what
Reddington did,

but his message was a fake
meant to throw us off.

[ Clicking ]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Oh, my God.

Keen, what does it say?

"It's time.
Mobilize assets."

A message from a Russian handler
to a Russian spy.

Reddington.

But what does he mean?
"It's time." Time for what?

[ Door opens ]

Rise and shine,
sleepyhead!

Elizabeth.

You wanted proof?
I got your proof.

Proof that Reddington
is N‐13.

Proof that
he's responsible

for what happened
to your family.

And proof that
my mother was innocent.

[ Gasping ]

I can walk you
through the details

after you catch
your breath

and after you get it
through your thick skull

that you do not
threaten me!

Because while we may be
partners in this hunt,

I do not work for you!

♪♪♪

[ Door slams ]

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