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Mm. Mm.

In memory of the not-so-dearly
departed Herr Spielmann...

No, no. No.

Who undercut and robbed you
on the supply routes through Graz.

I'll double what he was spending
and handle the packaging

and transit myself.

Donald! There you are.

I told you I'd pick you up
from the airport. Ha, ha, ha.

Cab ride must have
cost you a fortune.

Who is this?

Donald is my man at
the State Department.

He's been extremely helpful
in all our endeavors here,

but the poor fellow has to walk a
terrible tight-rope every single day.

I feel obliged to get him drunk once in a
while, so I invited him down to celebrate.

Yeah!

Celebrate what, Red? Free
trade, Donald. Free trade.

Honestly, this damn chip.
What the hell do you want?

Keen needs you. Then
why isn't she here?

Why didn't she fly to
Munich on 10 minutes' notice?

You made the trip.
She's been detained.

By whom? Situation's
above my security clearance.

I was just given the
job of locating you.

No, you said she's been
detained. Is she in danger?

There's a jet at Munich
International... My plane's faster.

I just can't believe he's gone.

I'm never gonna hear
him say my name.

Or smell that old aftershave.

It's different with
you because you,

you can trace your life up
to this moment, you know?

Mm-hm. You have
reliable records and...

You had your dad. Yeah.

Do you want me
in here right now?

I love you. Watch the time.
You got work in a little bit.

It's all right. Donald, what
the hell are you doing?

Taking you into protective
custody. Where's Agent Keen?

I lied to you, Red. You
must be slipping. I must be.

Everybody, out. Why
am I in handcuffs, Harold?

You're violating our arrangement.
There's an imminent threat to your life.

That condition is a constant.

We have credible intelligence
that you're being targeted.

My contacts at the CIA were
sitting on an Egyptian sleeper cell.

They intercepted
communication between them

and an informant called
Wells. Hilton Wells?

- You obviously know him.
- You obviously don't.

Hilton Wells doesn't
speak with the Egyptians.

He hasn't since he aligned himself
with Mubarak during the Arab Spring.

I can show you the
transcripts. With all due respect,

if the intel were worth
having, then I would have it.

There's a price on your head.

Ha, ha, ha. There's a running
price on my head, Agent Ressler.

Anslo Garrick?

Listen to me.

If this intel was disseminated,
it was done so directly to you.

It's canned, which means Anslo
Garrick intends to attack this facility.

You think he wanted
us to bring you here?

What do I think? I think we
have a songbird in our midst,

and until I find out who's
singing, I don't trust anyone,

because someone
helped to bring him here.

To a black site. Why?

Because I'm asymmetrical. I don't
need visas, passports, travel documents.

Give me a bug-out
bag and 30 seconds

and I'm on my way to anywhere
in the world. Garrick knows this.

He needs me
contained, landlocked.

So he fed you phony intel to
trigger your security protocol

and now you've done
exactly as he wished.

He got you to bring me here so
that he could attack this facility.

He doesn't know
this place exists.

All he does is extract people from places
that don't exist, places exactly like this.

Garrick exfils high-level detainees,
always by considerable force.

Park the truck near
the elevator bank.

He liberated Mahmoud Al Azok

from an Alcatraz-like CIA
black site in the Bering Sea.

That was Shining
Path, a splinter cell.

Azok has ties to a
Caribbean money launderer.

No. That was Garrick, paid by
that same Peruvian money launderer

to make it appear as though
Shining Path broke him out.

It was Garrick.

Whoa. No, no, no.

He can't be here. Hey!
Tell him he can't be here!

Now open the compactor.

He almost exclusively works
with a group of heavily armed,

highly skilled mercenaries who
call themselves the Wild Bunch.

Former flag wavers made
over in Frankenstein-like fashion

into bloodless,
country-less killers.

Garrick is not a
precision instrument.

He's a blunt-force object and
seemingly immune to bullets.

I can attest to this first-hand
having put one in his head

years ago at point-blank range.

Harold, this building is
about to be breached.

They're in.

Elevator's disabled.
Transmission's jammed.

We have takedown.

Hello?

Initiate full facility lockdown.

Telecom is dead. I have no
signal. Get me out of these cuffs.

You're going into the box
until the threat is neutralized.

Harold, do not make a stand.
Get your people the hell out of here.

All non-essential and unarmed personnel
evacuate via southeast stairwells.

Carry code Oriole Baton 338.

Anyone not presenting this
code upon egress will be detained.

Hello?

Hello?

Relay, relay, relay, seize state.
Assume all comm lines compromised.

Rally point 14-14-6. The armory?

We need to get to our
weapons before they do.

This is Cooper
authorizing a full data burn.

Destroy drives and terminals
and burst transmit all backup data

to the central
servers at Quantico.

I don't think you appreciate
the sheer firepower

that has entered
this building. Shut up.

He means to take me, Agent Ressler,
and kill anyone in his way or in his wake.

This isn't about digging
in. This is about escape.

Wait.

Why not let them
have me, Donald?

I'll likely be tortured for weeks
and left to rot until they finally deign

to put a bullet in my skull.
Wouldn't that please you?

You're an adjunct informant
for the FBI, Reddington.

That means you're
my responsibility.

That means I fight for your life
regardless of how badly I wanna take it.

Unh!

Argh!

Don't, Reddington.
Don't leave me unarmed.

Donald, you and I
aren't done just yet.

Ah!

Hello, Red.

Unh!

Unh!

We're going up.

Red.

Red, did you really think there
was a distance you could cover

or a hole deep enough
that you could hide in?

There is nowhere in this world
that I cannot reach you, Red.

Fortification be damned!

I heard you made yourself some
sweet little immunity deal, Red.

I heard that you fitted
the FBI with strings

and now they hang upon
your hip like a hatchet. Not bad.

Prudent.

But they can't keep you safe
from someone like me, Red,

someone who sat in
blackness for five years.

Five years thinking
about the pain

I was going to inflict on you
while slowly breaking your will,

your body, and
finally your mind.

That day is here, my friend.

And it will end
with your screams...

as God is my witness.

Aram, can I get any
internal camera signal

or tap into our surveillance?
It would have to be hardwired.

They knocked out the grid.
Telecom? Could it be restored?

It would have to be
hacked locally. Where?

Main generator room. It
has all the uplink terminals.

The power's down. Our
backup generator should enable

the uplink and allow me to splice
a separate signal from the telecom.

Do you have a radio? Good. Yeah.

Tune it to EMR-designation
Hatchling. Understood?

Get to the main generator room.
Kill anything that isn't FBI. Go.

Closed comms. Closed comms.
Go to EMR-designation channel.

Codify, Hatchling.
Codify, Hatchling.

Hatchling 5591 Abstract.

Keen? I'm here, sir.

Do not attempt ingress.
Hostiles have the high ground.

I'm inside. Have you
been captured? Injured?

Neither. Where are you?
Barricaded inside the armory.

Ressler and Reddington are
unaccounted for, presumed down.

What are you feeling in your
extremities? What do you feel?

Not much. My fingers are
numb. My face is getting cold.

Shock is setting in.

How much blood have I
lost? More than a thimbleful.

What about my leg?
Lay down. Lay down.

Donald, never let it be said that
I valued a Zegna Venticinque tie

over a human life, even yours.
Take up a handful of your own tie.

This is gonna be hugely
unpleasant and very painful.

Bite down.

All right?

Keep pressure on it.
Just keep pressure on it.

I don't like his chances, Red.
That leg looks like minced beef.

All you have to do to save Agent
Ressler's life is come out, Red.

Don.

We never met in person, Don,

but if you'd done your job back in
Brussels in '08, I wouldn't be here now.

Agent Ressler here ran
that little kick murder squad,

tried to clip you in
Waterloo Station, Red.

I gave him your train
number, your itinerary.

All Little Donnie here had to do
was supply the bullet, but no. Bungled.

And now, as fate has a great
fondness for moments like these,

here we are.

And it is you, Red, that can
spare or end Agent Ressler's life.

You know, Anslo, I'm looking at you,
and I gotta say I'm really surprised.

With the access you now have
to top-notch plastic surgeons,

why you haven't done something,
anything, about that horrific scar.

How do you wake up to that staring
back at you in the mirror every morning?

But you know what? It's not
the scar. It's really the eye.

But, hey, lucky you.

I normally carried
Hydra-Shok hollow points.

I was trying out center-fire
wadcutters that week.

Probably the only
thing that saved your life.

Me switching ammo.

Think about that little irony now, every
time you randomly find your reflection

or are reminded of that unfortunate
thing I've done to your face.

Think about it.

You trashed a
one-of-a-kind partnership.

We were never partners, Anslo.

You violated whatever
trust I had in you.

So, naturally, I did what I
always did, and beat you.

And you did what you
always did, got beaten by me.

Unh!

True to form, Anslo.

Why take time to think when
it's so much easier to shoot?

This glass was
developed by DARPA

for secure cover and
housing in combat zones.

That .45 might as
well be a spit straw.

Oh, good, Red. I've brought a
whole picnic basket to this party.

And, little pig, little pig, you
are going to let me come in.

Okay, let's go.

I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm calm.

Come on, come on, come on.
Use your training. Use your training.

Be fluid. Be fluid.

Okay. All right. Oh, man.

Oh...

Command down. Command down.
Armory overrun. Repeat, armory overrun.

Help! Please, help!

Help! Can someone
help me? Please, help!

Lower your gun to your side.

Now reach across your body
and remove your tactical belt.

Any sudden or aggressive
movements and I will kill you.

Okay. Let me see.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

We don't have enough explosives.

What? We don't have
enough explosives.

Not according to the specs
we pulled up on this thing.

Tabletop to Blue Wolf. Send a
short chalk back to the armory.

We're a little
light on bang here.

So you bring me back every piece
of explosive ordnance that they have.

Donald, I'm gonna quietly
cross my fingers before I ask,

but what blood type
are you? B-negative.

Ha, ha, ha. And you thought
we had nothing in common.

There's only two
percent of us, you know?

What are you doing? You
need a blood transfusion.

Or we open that door, which
will likely be the end of both of us.

Give me a gun. These
bastards wanna go. Let's go.

Ha, ha, ha. The concept of a last stand sounds
so heroically romantic, doesn't it, Donald?

There's a reason we didn't see what
happened to Butch and Sundance.

Being riddled by bullets and left to
rot under a scorching Bolivian sky

does not a sequel make.

And if you've surmised nothing
about me by now, know this.

I'm gonna be
around for the sequel.

You really gonna do a field
transfusion? Oh, come now, Donald.

Think how much smarter
you'll be afterwards.

Unh! Heh, heh, heh.

Why the hell are you doing this?

It's pretty obvious
I hate your guts,

and I can't imagine you hold
a whole lot of warmth for me,

especially after
hearing about Brussels.

I knew about Brussels.

Then why save me?
Because that's what you do

when someone is
dying in front of you.

Allies today, enemies tomorrow.

The world is a complex place

further complicated
by man's fickle nature.

Years ago, I saved a man's life under
a beautiful old cedar tree in Lebanon.

A month later, he tried to
kill me in a hotel in Damascus.

I understood. Allegiances shift.

A month later, I broke his
neck with a shower caddy.

It's this job today,
another one tomorrow.

That needle in your arm becomes
the one in your neck. It's just that fast.

Red. Do you remember
that Road Runner cartoon

where the coyote makes the mountain
of TNT and gunpowder barrels?

And blows himself sky-high? Yes,
Anslo. Is that what you're doing out there?

Is this to be mass suicide
by explosion, I hope?

No. We'll be fine out here, Red.

But with these charges
rigged to blow inward,

I can't say the same
about you. It's no matter.

I intend to thoroughly torture the
hell out of whatever's left of you.

Oh, come on! Play with me!

I'd give that leg up as a lost
cause by now, wouldn't you?

If sepsis hasn't set in
by now, Donnie, it will.

And then your body will slowly
start to poison its own blood supply.

Including that little keg tap that
Reddington's giving you right now.

Drip, drip, Don.
Drip, drip, drip.

Raines?

Raines?

Respond now or I'm gonna
shoot. In three, two, one.

Tabletop to Chalk
One, where's my bang?

Let's go. I've got
a box to blow up.

Tell him you're
on your way back.

Tell him anything other than that,
and you're lying with your buddy.

Chalk One to Tabletop,
we're on our way back now.

That's good.

Liz. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Agent Keen, it's me.

What are you doing
here? I'd ask you the same.

Where did you come from? I
snuck in. What are you doing?

Trying to restore the telecom
so we can call in the cavalry.

Where is everyone? Captured.

Where's Red and Ressler?

I think Ressler's in bad shape.

Any idea who hit this facility?

Someone called Garrick. He's disabled
telecom, simplex, and duplex signals.

How long before you
restore the telecom?

I haven't been able to. They
are jamming the signal internally.

How? Based on just
the waveform readings

and the wattage output, it's
something powerful but portable.

Where would they place it?

Uplink and communication
relays are in the subfloor garage.

Could you reset the telecom
if the jammers were disabled?

It would automatically
reset, yeah. Good.

You got a weapon? Uh, yeah. Why?

Because we're gonna
go find those jammers.

We? Yes. You
and I in the plural.

I thought I'm waiting for the
signal so we can call the cavalry.

We are the cavalry.
Give me your gun.

I've only shot at paper.

Pretend they're paper.

Donald. Donald.
Feeling any wittier yet?

Any strange cravings for
beluga caviar or Marcel Proust?

I know you don't
think much of me,

but you don't get assigned a case
file like yours unless you pass muster.

May I ask you something with the
hope that you won't take offense?

You already know it's gonna
offend me. Ask anyway.

What happened to Audrey Bidwell?

She left me.

You were engaged. To her, yeah.

It was my engagement with
you that ended that relationship.

Five years, I chased you. Five
years trying to make my name.

Look where it's gotten me.

Chalk Two to Tabletop,
one dead, one down.

We have an enemy within.

We have a monkey wrench running
around in here somewhere. Find them.

How did you know about my ex?

I know a great many
things about you, Donald.

Right.

It's the core of your business,
information. Misinformation.

I don't know how
you did it, Reddington.

Forsaking the flag,
abandoning your country.

We become who we are.

Can't judge a book by its cover.

But you can by its first few chapters
and, most certainly, by its last.

So, what's it all about,
then, the Blacklist? Revenge?

Oh, revenge is too
easy. And over so quickly.

I would hope for more than that.

We're not gonna
live through this.

I think we will. How?

Have you ever sailed
across an ocean, Donald?

No.

On a sailboat surrounded
by sea with no land in sight?

Without even the possibility of
sighting land for days to come?

To stand at the
helm of your destiny...

I want that one more time.

I wanna be in the Piazza
del Campo in Siena,

to feel the surge as 10
racehorses go thundering by.

I want another meal in Paris at
L'Ambroisie in the Place des Vosges.

I want another bottle of
wine, and then another.

I want the warmth of a
woman in a cool set of sheets.

One more night of
jazz at the Vanguard.

I wanna stand on summits and smoke
Cubans and feel the sun on my face

for as long as I can.

Walk on the wall again.

Climb the tower. Ride the
river. Stare at the frescos.

I wanna sit in the garden
and read one more good book.

Most of all, I wanna sleep.

I wanna sleep like I
slept when I was a boy.

Give me that.

Just one time.

That's why I won't allow that
punk out there to get the best of me.

Let alone the last of me.

What do you want?

This isn't about what I want,
Assistant Director Cooper.

No. What I've wanted,
I've simply taken.

This is about what I need.

And what I need is
access to that box.

Then let's start with what I need, which
is all of my people released right now.

You're not in
charge, Harold. No.

But I am the man who
can get you into that box.

And if I go in there and
start kneecapping your people

one by one until you
give me what I want?

Then you're not
getting Reddington.

No. I'm going to bet someone other
than you can get me into that box.

Then place that bet.

Agent Keen.

Okay, I think we're cool.

There you go again, Anslo,
using a pistol in place of a brain.

You gonna put a bullet in the head
of the man who can hand you mine?

I think someone's
trying to save your life.

Ha, ha, ha. Hardly. I have
little to no use for that man.

But before you shoot him, be absolutely
certain that I'm not outsmarting you.

We know how frequently
that's happened in the past.

It would be a shame if in killing
him you denied yourself of the prize

that you came here for.

Anslo!

How long do you think
you can hold out here

before half of Quantico's graduating
class rappels down on top of you?

Red, this time you are
quite simply mistaken.

The question really is, how
long are you going to hold out?

Are you really going to let
Agent Ressler there just expire?

Are you really going to let me put
Assistant Director Cooper's head

all over that wall?

How many people are going
to die here today, Reddington?

What's happening?

Your heart is pumping
harder, trying to compensate

for blood loss. And that
shotgun blast broke your leg.

I think it also partially
ruptured your femoral artery.

Partially?

You would have bled out
if the hole were any bigger,

but now I have to close it.

Close it how? By cauterizing it.

I'm gonna have to cut open
your leg to get at the artery

and then sprinkle some combustible
compound on it and ignite it.

Uh-uh.

Donald, if you don't tell
them how to open that door,

I have to do this
or you will die.

Then do it.

Grab ahold of the bench
back there and don't let go.

I'm gonna cut as fast as I can,
but I can't have you trying to stop me

once I start, okay? Yeah.

This is gonna hurt. Ah!

Hold still, Donald. This
will be over in a second.

How many of these would they
need to scramble the telecom signal?

Several. But just disabling
two should be enough

for the uplink to reset
and re-establish a signal.

It won't be anywhere
near full strength. Cellular?

You might have one
bar. It's not enough.

This will be faster if we split up.
And scarier. But, yeah. Faster, right.

Sure. Okay.

Ten seconds, Red. Wait.

Ten, nine, eight Harold.
Open the box now.

Give him the code! No.

Anslo, my people can help you.

Cooper can get you in
here. Put that gun to his head.

Three, two, one. For once
in your life, stop and think...

Hello, love.

Threat is down. Repeat,
the threat is down.

Red, I don't have to explain
what happens now, do I?

Down. Would you prefer
that I did the countdown?

Because I wasn't that keen, frankly.
You open the box, or Dembe dies.

Harold, tell him.

Wait. Ressler knows the code.

Wait is over, Red. People are
dying now. Ressler. Ressler!

Raymond. Ressler. Ressler!

Raymond!

Ours is a friendship
forged once in this life

and again in the next.
Goodbye, my brother.

Harold, open this box.
I'll give you anything.

Stay on your knees.

Stay on your knees.
Stay on your knees.

Well, I'm gonna kill him now,
aren't I, Red? Open the box!

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