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REDDINGTON: Previously on
The Blacklist...

Dembe is more than an
associate to me.

Please find him.

COOPER: Asher Sutton?

He's my fast pass
to finding Karakurt.

He's got a weakness
for street life. Hustlers...

You're a fascinating
character, Mr. Wainwright.

This number will lead us
to Reddington.

All I wanted to hear.

(GRUNTS)

Mr. Solomon.
I know how to locate
Reddington.

(TIRES SCREECH)

How long do I have?

You have 30 minutes.
That's not enough time.

That's all you've got,
to document it and clean it.

Dad!

They got her.

REPORTER: And we are just
now getting reports

that former FBI agent
Elizabeth Keen has been
shot and killed.

No comment yet from the FBI,

but moments ago,
this photo appeared on the
Washington Chronicle website.

The paper quoting
anonymous sources is saying

Keen was one of
several victims

shot at an undisclosed
location outside of
New York City.

Keen stands
accused of committing

the worst acts of terrorism
on American soil
in over a decade.

She's been a fugitive
for the past five weeks,

the subject of
one of the largest
manhunts in FBI history.

The details are
still coming in,

and we are working
to confirm them for you.

But it appears on day 37...

Are you sure
this is a good idea?

Yes. Get the photos
to Sandquist at the Chronicle.

I want everyone to know
what happened here today.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

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So, hi.

My name is Asher Sutton.
What's yours?

And please,
don't tell me it's
Wainwright,

'cause that is about
as phony as that
watch you're wearing.

Your job was to
get into his world,

and within two minutes
he clocks you're not
who you say you are?

I wanted him to catch me.

Why bother with him at all?

You want to help Liz,
you need to find Karakurt.

I can't do that
until I get access

to the Russians
that Karakurt is
hiding out with.

Asher Sutton is
gonna give me that.
(PLATE CLATTER)

Why would he do that?
Everybody needs a rush.

For some, it's drugs or sex
or whatever,

but for a guy like
Asher Sutton,

he just wants to know
how the other half lives.

ASHER: No, seriously.
Who are you?

Raised by a single mom,

used to clean dorms
at Boston College.

Uh, I got a brother in prison.

I'm nobody. I'm a townie.

Hmm.

My great grandfather,
he was a hustler, a con man.

A townie.

The only person in my family
worth a lick

was, like, exactly like you.

So that's why
you didn't bust me, uh?

I tapped into his accounts.
Sutton owes a lot of money.

He withdraws $20,000
in cash once a month.

Who he's paying or why,
I don't know.

Take a wild guess.

TOM: That sounds nice,
all right?

I appreciate the offer,
really, but listen,
I don't want to impose...

Listen, for saving your ass,

I think I deserve

one person at my engagement
party who I actually
want to talk to.

(LAUGHING)

All right.

My name is Matt Buckley.

Pleasure to meet you,
Matt Buckley.

Cheers.
Cheers.

(DOOR OPENS)

Did you know
a presidential commission

was looking into the attacks?

It's time for us to move.

If they do their job,
if they look for the truth,

this could all end.

Lizzy, we have to move now.

The Cabal. They found us.

Worse.

What could be
worse than that?

Not what. Who. Wendigo.

Wendigo? Who's that?

(SIGHS)

The myth of
a nameless assassin.
And he's coming for you.

LIZ: This Wendigo,
if he doesn't work for

the Cabal,
who does he work for?

REDDINGTON:
No one. He's not for hire.

Wendigo is the embodiment
of vigilante justice.

He identifies, hunts and kills
targets he deems
unfit for society.

Some believe
he's ex-Special Ops,

because his presence
is felt but never seen.

Whatever his history,

apparently you've caught
his attention.

This vigilante
believes I deserve to die?

REDDINGTON:
My transport team is en route.

I'll call you
when they arrive.

Call me?
Where are you going?

To get help.

(DOOR CLOSING)

ALL: The courage to change
the things I can.

And the wisdom
to know the difference. Amen.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(GUN COCKS)

Hold your hands
in front of you.

Walk.

An assassin has
targeted Agent Keen.

If we haven't
found her, he won't.

He's better than you.
He's better than me.

That's why I need your help.
To protect her.

I thought that's
what your job was.

Well, I've failed at that.

Turn around.

I'm a little
rusty on the 12 Steps,
but if I'm not mistaken,

step nine is making amends.

I can't do that without you.

I suggest you
start with step four

and make "a searching
and fearless moral inventory"
of yourself.

I admire
the way you're dealing
with your addiction, Donald.

I tried NA once,
after an opium den

in Kuala Lumpur
got the best of me.

Didn't stick.
I couldn't get
past the requirement

to believe in a power
greater than myself.

(CHUCKLES)

(BEEPS)

Officer down.
I repeat, officer down.

546 Hawthorne Place.
Send all units.

You got four minutes.

What I know
about this assassin
will take less than two.

Several of Wendigo's
killings are cold cases on
the Bureau's radar.

El Malo Grande headed
the Mejia Cartel
out of Guatemala.

He was killed while living
under an alias in Madrid.

Jose Perez,
an exiled Angolan dictator

was murdered
while hiding out in Brasilia.

Maybe they're cold
because no one
mourns their loss.

They're despicable thugs.

Any known aliases?
No.

The only hit
on our forensic
database is this.

Both kills were made
using a homemade projectile

fired from some kind
of improvised firearm.

Handcrafted weapons,
homemade bullets
used in homicides.

The list can't be that long.

Have it compiled
by the time I get back

from getting
my ass kicked at
the Presidential Commission.

Thank you.
For letting us
protect Agent Keen.

We're not going after
Wendigo to protect Keen.

We're going after
him to find her.

Those despicable thugs?

They were wanted fugitives.
Everyone was looking for them.

Wendigo found them.
If he can do that,
he can find Keen.

When he does,
I'm gonna be
there to arrest her.

Lizzy,
my transport team is on site.

You need to
leave with them now.

Did Ressler
agree to help?

REDDINGTON: My people will
take you to the jet.

From there,
you'll fly to Quito.

(GUNSHOT)

Ah! Gun!

MAN: Get into the car.
Lizzy.

Where is he?

We go on my ready.
One, two...

LIZ: No! Get down!

Talk to me. Lizzy!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Ah!

(GUNSHOT)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(GUNSHOTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Aram. What happened?
ARAM: Mr. Reddington?

The shooting.
What do you know?

Agent Navabi is
en route, NYPD is
confirming two fatalities.

Agent Keen?

No. Oh, God,
no. Agent Keen stole a car.

Abandoned it 10 blocks
from the scene.

Where are you on Wendigo?

That, you know,
I'm not really supposed
to talk about.

You have five seconds.
Four, three...

ARAM: According to
Mexican authorities,

the gun he used
in one of the cold cases

was made by a master gunsmith
named Zachary O'Toole,
aka Zed.

We haven't been
able to locate him.
(DIALING)

Please tell me
you didn't get to zero.

Hello.

RESSLER: Well,
the President doesn't need
a commission to find out

where the failure
of intelligence happened.

I agree.
But the Commission
has a job to do.

So this is all just
to cover your ass.

I doubt Hitchin
agrees with you.

Answer her questions
directly and keep your
opinions to yourself.

Reven.
Hey.

Aw...

Hand to God,
how amazing was Saturday?

I know, I'm his mom,

but Philip's bar mitzvah,
cutest thing ever.

It was incredible.

Although my idiot husband
did order 500
extra swag bags, so...

One for you, one for you.
(LAUGHING)

Donald Ressler,
the President's
National Security Adviser,

Laurel Hitchin.

Reven speaks
very highly of you.

I look forward
to your testimony.

Well, that makes
one of us. Truth be told,
I'm a little nervous.

Don't be. We're not looking
for a scapegoat.
Just the truth.

Can I give you
a bit of advice?
Please.

The mint chocolate candies
are a little stale,

but the red velvet cake pops,
to die for.

(WRIGHT LAUGHING)

Agent Ressler,
are you withholding
material evidence

that could lead
to the capture
of Elizabeth Keen?

Absolutely not, no.

Then you are
sharing information
with the CIA.

Not at this time.

Are you aware of the fact
that after 9/11

the U.S. intelligence system
was overhauled

to make sure
that information was shared?

I'm not sharing information
with the CIA

because Mr. Kotsiopulos
has been

accused of
heading the organization

that may be responsible
for these attacks.

Accusations which have
yet to be substantiated.

Until they are,
he deserves
the benefit of the doubt.

As does Elizabeth Keen.

Do you have evidence
that the Cabal exists?

Names of Cabal members
have been published.

I know about The Fulcrum.
I've seen the list,
it's 25 years old.

Names on that list
are in positions of power.

Susan Hanover from
Verdiant...

The Hanover arrest
came out of your pursuit
of Elizabeth Keen.

Doesn't that suggest
the link is to her?

No. No, I believe
that Ms. Keen was there

in an effort to
clear her name.

She was your partner.

Correct, yes.

Do you believe
she's innocent?

My job isn't to determine
her guilt or innocence.

You didn't answer
my question.

My job is to
apprehend Ms. Keen,

and I have no
problem doing that.

I'm not asking about your job.
I'm asking what you believe.

Elizabeth Keen is
not a terrorist.

So you believe
she's innocent?

Yes. I do. And I believe
that if she is
given a fair trial

by a jury of her peers,

there aren't 12
people in America
who wouldn't agree with me.

Thank you.

(SIREN WAILING)

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

Navabi.

LIZ: I've been thinking
about the shooter.

Where are you?

He had a clear line of sight
and a secure location.

On the other
side of Macdougal,
there's a hotel,

the Palace or
the Park or something.

It had to be from there.

Contact hotel security.
They'll have footage.

You might get an image.
If you're lucky, a print.

Over here.

LIZ: Samar.

This guy's good, Liz.

Nice catch.

What did you find?

He found you once.
He'll find you again.

And this time,
he may not miss.

Samar, what did you find?

Liz, you know I'm here,
so you must be close.

Turn yourself in,
take responsibility
for what you've done.

I would. I do.

But not for
the things I haven't.

Psalm 1:1.
What's that?

"Blessed is he who walks not
in the counsel of the wicked."

The bullet was so close.

I could hear it. I thought...

(SIGHS)

Shh.

I have good news.

Dembe made contact.

You spoke to him?

No, we have a protocol.

He initiated it.
We meet him later today.

In the meantime,
Aram gave me a name,

a gunsmith
who makes Wendigo's weapons.

The feds don't
know how to find him.

But I do.

ZED: What the...
Wait! What is this?
Hands.

Sit.

Wendigo. The assassin.

ZED: Who the hell are you?

Tell me how to find him.

How do I find Wendigo?

I don't... I have no idea.

(LAUGHING)

Would you look at that?

.416 Rigby Mauser.

(CLICKS)

(LAUGHING)
And fully loaded, no less.

Ah...

An African bull elephant
weighs 14,000 pounds,

and this can bring one down.

I happened upon one
of those magnificent creatures

in the Zambezi Valley.

And one of these
came in quite handy.

You shot an elephant?

Lord, no. I shot the poacher
that was about to
kill the elephant.

I know a place
that he stayed at before.

I'm not sure
if that's where he is now,

but I can give you an address.

Of course you can.

♪ I wouldn't want
to dance without you

♪ Without you,
I would rather be alone

♪ And unless my arms... ♪
(PICKLOCK CLATTERS)

(GUNSHOT)

Take the stairs!

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

LIZ: No!

(GRUNTING)

Grab my arm.

(GRUNTING)

I'm not the only one.

There are more.
And they're coming.

Who's coming?

You can't stop them.

Who?

(LAUGHS)

(SCREAMING)

(BODY THUDS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

ARAM: NYPD is still
trying to confirm
the victim was Wendigo,

but traffic cameras
in the area confirm

that Mr. Reddington
and Agent Keen were
in the vicinity.

Also, agents on scene

forwarded a hard
drive they found
in the unsub's apartment.

Check this out.

What am I looking at?

An advertisement
for a hitman.

Someone was
going to pay Wendigo
$700,000 to kill Liz. Who?

ARAM: Not just Wendigo.

There would be others.

That's the scary part.
This isn't a contract.

It's a bounty
on the darknet.

"Wanted dead not alive."

DeadNotAlive.org.
That's what
it's actually called?

Someone with the screen name
Arioch Cain put
a price on her head.

Now any nutjob
who kills Agent Keen
will collect the money

if he can prove he did it.

How does he do that?

By submitting
the date, location,
and method of execution.

Plus a unique identifier.

Wendigo's was Psalm 1:1.

Can you take down the site?

It is decentralized,
cached on servers
all over the world.

I take one down, two pop up.

It is completely anonymous,

so there's no way to tell
who this Arioch Cain
really is.

When NYPD forwarded me
the hard drive,

they told me they believed
there's a laptop
that's missing.

Reddington.

If he took it,
could he trace
who put up the money?

No. See,
the person who put her

on the site didn't
put up the money.

Then who did?
Haters.

People who believe
what they read about
Agent Keen.

They make Bitcoin donations.

The miracle of crowdsourcing
turned on its head

to crowdfund murder.

The more notorious the target,
the bigger the fund,

and the more
people who will try.

We thought Wendigo was bad.
This is way worse.

There's no limit
to how many assassins

could be coming after her.

(GASPS)
Dembe's here.

Where's Dembe?

What happened?

You must be
Asher's newest BFF.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm Gwen. His other
significant other.

Oh, yeah?
Does he have a lot?

Oh, yes.
Asher's quite
the collector.

He's the chocolate
inside the M&M.
You're the hard shell.

Melts in your mouth,
does he?

Or my hand.
I'm good either way.

Lucky man.
(CHUCKLES)

Tell me, Mr... Uh...

Buckley. Matt Buckley.

Tell me, Mr. Buckley,
do you believe in love
at first sight?

I don't know.

I think love
is more of an acquired taste.

Have you ever acquired it?
Love.

Yeah. Once.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

Love isn't like an orgasm,
Mr. Buckley.
Once is quite enough.

Yeah, it should have been.

Maybe it will be.
Who knows, right?

I've loved Asher Sutton
since the moment
I laid eyes on him.

I love everything about him,

including his
peculiar affinity
for collectibles,

even at my engagement party,
on one condition. (CHUCKLES)

That they look me in the eye,
and promise me

that they will never,
ever do anything to harm
the man that I love.

I promise.

Well, then.

Well,
what are you waiting for?
I need a refill.

You got it.

Maybe I wasn't
clear how this works, uh?

I told you I'll have it
to you by Friday...

And I told you I'm not here
to negotiate.

It's due today.

Excuse me.

Is there a problem?

No, no. It's okay. It's fine.

You sure?
Yeah, it's okay.

He said it's okay, uh.

I heard him.

Maybe you should go.

We're not through here, uh.

Looks like I
made a new friend.

I really wish you
hadn't done that.

I stayed with him
until he was gone.

I didn't want to
leave him behind.

But they were coming,

and if I tried
to bring him back with me,

we would have
both been killed.

We will avenge
this good man's death.

I promise you.

We can't stay here.
Oh, my God.

This emblem,
I've seen it before.

You were on the website.

(STAMMERS)
No, that was just a...

We know what it is
and why you have it.

You want
the bounty for yourself.

That's why you
gave us Wendigo.

To knock out
the competition.

Who put her on the site?

I don't know.
(GUNSHOT)

Oh, my God!
(SCREAMING)

Who put her on the site?

I only know the screen name
of the site creator.

Gavrilo Princip.

Thank you for your time.

(GUNSHOT)
Aah!

You can't just
bust into my place,
bring me here...

You saw the warrant,
Princip.

Is this the site creator?
You're Gavrilo Princip?

Real name, Gavin Delgado.

You can't take my...
Those computers
are intellectual property!

Elizabeth isn't safe here.
Better call Edward.

Tell him to get the jet ready.

(DIALING)

Edward. Mr. Vargas.
I'm with Reddington and Keen.

Edward? I always
liked the name Edward.

MR. VARGAS: I've been
instructed to inform you

to meet us
at the Garden Avenue Airfield.
Right away.

Get the car.

Has the CIA
shared intel regarding

the acts of
terror with the FBI?

Yes.

In your opinion,
why hasn't
the Bureau reciprocated?

Because the person
responsible is FBI Special
Agent Elizabeth Keen.

So, you don't
share Agent Ressler's
opinion that she is innocent?

Elizabeth Keen
is a Russian sleeper agent.

She said as much
to Agent Ressler

when she scaled the wall
of the Russian Embassy,

admitted that her
real name is Masha Rostova,
and asked for asylum.

And The Fulcrum?

The Fulcrum is
an irrelevant relic, uh,

which, in case
you haven't read Cathcart's
piece in the Post,

is being systematically
debunked as we speak.

He likens it to
the Protocols of
the Elders of Zion,

which has taken
a few anomalous
grains of truth

and spun a mountain of lies,
concocted by
conspiracy theorists...

Forgive me, but I don't draw
my evidence from
the popular press.

Facts, then.

The Fulcrum was released
by Raymond Reddington,

a man without morals,
without conscience,

and certainly
without any credibility.

LAUREL:
And the existence of a Cabal?

PETER: State-sanctioned
acts of terror by Russia,
threat level red...

Where's Edward?

...the specter of
another Cold War.

In times of chaos,

I can understand the public's
need for a simple solution.
(SHUTTER CLICKS)

Ergo, the Cabal.

What've you done?

LAUREL: So, you deny
running any such organization?

PETER: A shadow government
that controls world events?

I'm flattered.

But, yes, I deny running
any such organizations.

I can assure you
there is no Cabal.

Mr. Reddington.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, I think you know
the outcome of this.

Even if you shoot
me and, perhaps,
one of my associates,

even if your girlfriend
gets off a shot or two,

you're both gonna die.

Put down your gun, Elizabeth.

(SIGHS)

Put down the gun.

You created the site.
You can take Agent
Keen off the site.

No. I can't.

I don't believe you.

You don't believe me?

Go try a layer four UDP-TCP
in the OSI sects.

Agent Navabi.

I don't understand
half of what he's saying.

I don't even know
what questions to ask him.

I thought you were great.

Maybe I could talk to him.

Look, Gavin.

Mr. Delgado, we both know
you can take that site down.

I don't choose
who deserves to die.

The masses do.

No Capitol Hill,
no committees, no debates.

I've created
the purest form of
democracy.

By dispersing power
directly into the hands
of the people,

no single person
possesses the ability
to tip the scales.

I don't choose targets.

The people do.

If you don't take
Agent Keen off your site...

You'll what?
Hit me with
a denial-of-service attack?

Actually I was
thinking more like

millions of
repetitive requests.

My mitigation
capacity will frag
any traffic you throw at it.

I know your dark web
P2P is cached on
multiple servers,

but I've got a virus
concealed via rootkit.

(LAUGHING) Wow.

Look, I'm way ahead of you.

There's a reason
people trust me

enough to put
millions in my site.

Because they know
you can't take
the money and run.

Which means
it's a two-key system.

You can't take
Agent Keen's name down.

Only the person
who nominated her

to be assassinated
can do that.

Good talk.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

What is the deal
with you two anyways?

It's what everybody
wants to know.

Some say it's
a daddy-daughter thing.

Others swear
it's May-September,
but I prefer to believe

that it's a little of both.

The fact that
we're still alive

means you need
something from me.

Whatever it is, let her go.

My resources are
at your disposal.

It's a limited
time offer, Matias.
You need to act now.

Oh, you'll give me
what I need.
I'm certain of that.

Right there, that's good.

Come here.
Let go. Stop!

Get her up there.
No!

Get her legs!

LIZ: Get off me!
(GRUNTS)

Pin her down.

You need to stay put.

Call the Director.

Tell him
I'll give him everything
I've been collecting,

all the evidence against him.
Call him!

You don't need to
concern yourself with
the Director any more.

You're in my care now,
Reddington.

You don't understand,
they're gonna come after me.

After us.

But there has to
be something...
(SIGHS)

Who?

Please. Listen,
you've done enough.

No. Come on.

What?

You got yourself
into something, right?

Tell me what.
Let me help you.

Um...

What do you know about
underground boxing?

Human dog-fighting.
People die.

You don't want
to be bet on that.

No, no. I didn't bet on it
I did it. I mean, I fought.

Let me guess. You lost.

No, I won.
That's the problem.

These guys, they wanted me
to throw a fight, but...

People lost a lot of money.

The wrong kind of people.

He paid them back,
but these people, they...

They found out
about his family.
They're extorting him.

Twenty grand a month.

They'll kill him
if he doesn't pay.

That guy,
the one you scared off,
he's low-level,

but the guys he works for
are Russians.

You know, they're organized.

Russians?

I hired a private detective
to see if I could cut a deal.

They found pieces of him
all along the Allegheny.

It's never gonna end.

Yeah. It is.
No.

'Cause I'm gonna fix it.
Listen. Please I can't let...

Hey. Let him talk.

Okay.

What would you do, Matt?

To do what I do well,
I need my enemies
to fear me.

Every life that I take
sends a message.

What happens next
will be international news.

I'm going to
execute a terrorist
and a crime lord.

Style points count.

Solomon!

MR. SOLOMON: One...
Solomon!

...must work slowly

with great
attention to detail.

Peeling flesh from bone,

like a butcher
filleting a salmon.
(LIZ SCREAMING)

(BUZZER BEEPING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(GUNSHOTS)

Are you okay?
Yeah.

LIZ: Yeah.

Where is he?
Where'd he go? Solomon.

He got away.

(GROANING)

Dembe.

Ahh. (SMOOCHES)

(GRUNTS)

Dembe.

I've secured a safe site
less than a mile away.

5243 North Park.

Call me as soon as
you arrive.

Dembe.

Dembe.

We're gonna get you well.

We're going with him.

What are you doing?

I'm going with Dembe.

REDDINGTON:
You're not safe here.

Aram,
tell me she's off the site.

I thought I could.
I thought...

We gave you
the name of the man
who created the site

two hours ago.
Have you found him?

Yes,
but it is a two-key system.
He is only one of the keys.

The other key is
this Arioch Cain,

the person who
put her on the site.

And I can't find him
unless I can follow the money,

and there's no money
to follow until the bounty
is put in escrow.

Mr. Reddington,
I am so sorry,

but the only way
they're taking Agent Keen's
name off the site

is if she's dead.

Well, we're just
gonna have to kill her.

Uh, I'm sorry.
Bad connection.

Did you just say
we'll have to kill her?

Aram,
listen to me very carefully.
This is what I need you to do.

Today's your lucky day.
You're going to cop a plea.

All you have to do
is enter your pass key

and confirm that
Wendigo killed Agent Keen.

Date of death, cause of death,
and unique identifier.

Psalm 1:1.

ARAM: When you do,
Arioch Cain will
enter his pass key

to release the bounty.

No one is releasing anything

without
independent verification
that she's dead.

We have someone
working on that.

MR. KAPLAN: Open up a bit.

There. Good.

(CAMERA BEEPS)
(SHUTTER CLICKS)

Are you sure
this is a good idea?

Yes. Get the photos
to Sandquist at the
Chronicle.

I want everyone to know
what happened here today.

Dad!

They got her.

And we are just
now getting reports

that former FBI agent
Elizabeth Keen has been
shot and killed.

No comment yet from the FBI...

Agent Ressler knows
what we're doing, right?

I mean,
he knows about Agent Keen.

I called,
but he's still testifying
before the Commission.

He is not going
to like this.

The men you work for,
Asher Sutton is
done paying them.

From now on,
you deal with me.

They will come for you, uh.

I'm counting on it.

(GUNSHOTS)

Yes, worse than I thought.
I'm gonna need the Shop-Vac.

And three tins
of Buckner's Saddle Soap.

ARAM: Okay, tell me
what you see.

Uh, the website says,
"Kill confirmed."

Perfect.
Okay, Delgado's admin site

should automatically
release the funds into escrow.

When they do,
Wendigo should
get an email

with a link to
a routing number.

Now, the actual funds
won't be available
for 32 hours.

But the routing number
can be back-traced to
give us an address.

Hang on, here we go.
I got an email.

Read me the routing number.

Thank you,
Aram, that will be all.

What are you doing?
(DIALING)

I prefer to know who put you
on that site before the FBI.

I can't get
a physical address
from the routing number

without Aram's help.

Borakove, wake and bake
and grab a pen.

I have a routing number
I need you to track.

Arioch Cain?

You?
(GUN COCKS)

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

You're supposed to be dead.
I saw it on the news.

Take me off the site.

Site?

What site?
What are you talking about?

Look at me, and listen
to what I'm saying to you,

because I'm in no mood
to repeat myself.

We know what you've done.

We know you
have the power to stop it.

BLAIR: No, he doesn't.

I'm the one
you're looking for.

I'm the one who
wants you dead.

On the couch.

You need to take
me off that site.
No.

What site?

What the hell is going on?

What are you
people doing here?

She ruined everything.

This isn't a game.
People are trying
to kill me.

Blair,
what are they talking about?

What you wanted.

How many times have you said
that you wanted her dead?

That you wanted the person
who killed Mom to die?

The OREA bombing.
Your mother died
in the OREA bombing.

BLAIR: Look at her.

Her name was Sharon.

Did you know that
before you blew her up?

ARIOCH: Blair, honey,

whatever they're
telling you to do...

No, Dad. No.

I'm so sorry,
but I had nothing to do...

You killed her!

REDDINGTON: No, she didn't.

It's understandable that
you would think she did,
but she didn't.

You're wrong.

Take it down, Blair,
before more
innocent people die.

My mom was innocent.

I lost my mom
when I was a little girl.

I know how you feel.
You don't.

LIZ: I still think
about her every day.

What we might talk about.

What her voice
might sound like.

I promise you,
I had nothing to do
with your mother's death.

I will do whatever
it takes to find
the people responsible.

But I can't do anything
until you take
me off that site.

(TYPING)

(BEEPS)

Thank you.

Blair,

I'm gonna get the people
that killed your mother.

You made the right call.

Not only is Keen safe,
but the site's down,

and we have leads
on four assassins
we didn't know existed.

I thought
you'd be furious.

You know what I am?

I'm scared.

Because for a minute,
I thought Keen was gone.

I mean, I thought that...

(SIGHS)

Agent Ressler.
When you have a moment...

We gotta do a better job.

We gotta go out there
and we gotta find her
and bring her in,

because every day
she's out there is a day
we could lose her.

Don't ever hug me
like that again.

Mrs. Hitchin.

I assume you're
here to tell me
that the Commission

came to a sensible decision
about how to
handle the Director.

These red velvet cake pops
are delicious.

The Commission's
work is ongoing,

but Laurel and I think
it's prudent

for us all to be
on the same page.

Yeah,
that's not gonna happen.

Yeah, it is, and here's why.

We're not gonna repeat
the intelligence
failures of 9/11.

The FBI and the CIA
must communicate,

which means
you two must work together.

From now on,
you share intel.

Anything and
everything relating

to the whereabouts
of Reddington and Keen.

I'm fine with that.

The Agency's
always been an open book
on this topic.

I think you're making
a big mistake here.

The President doesn't agree.

And if I'm not
willing to cooperate?

Then you'll be replaced
by someone who is.

Agent Ressler,

in the interest of
national security,

this is the best
course of action.

Seems you've
upgraded this place.

Love to have a tour.

TOM: Everyone has a way
they want to be perceived.

A cover story. A lie.

They tell you
what they want
you to believe.

I think actions
speak louder than words.

Especially the ones we take
out of loyalty
or a sense of duty.

Or love.

Or out of hope
for a second chance.

That's all I want
for you, Liz.

A second chance.

I'll do anything
to make sure that you get it.

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

I have to go, okay?

If you get this,
I'll be here.

Hey, where have you been?
Working on my tan.

How did it go?
I tried calling you.

We had a very
productive conversation.

Oh, my God,
is that blood
on your collar?

What have you done?

Hey, look.
I told you I would fix it.
So I did.

Open the trunk.

TOM: No, Gwen.

Open the trunk.
You don't want me to do that.

ASHER: Do you have any idea
who these people are?

If you did something,
if you...

They're gonna
think it was me, okay?
They'll come for me.

No, they're not
gonna come for you

without going
through me first.

Wait. Gwen!
(BEEPS)

Oh, my God.
(SIGHS)

It's fine.
Don't worry about it.

It's done.

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