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Raymond.

Are you sure about this?

Bringing them all together,
in one location,

it's dangerous.

One of our most
trusted confidants

intends to do irrevocable
damage to the organization.

It needs to be
confronted swiftly.

It's dangerous.

There's a traitor in the family.
I intend to find them.

And if something goes wrong?

Dr.Haverkamp:
Hold on. Hold on.

No... just hold on.

Keep breathing.

Keep... slowly... good.

What's going on?

Mr. Reddington,
my name is Dr. Haverkamp.

I'm an on-call specialist
on your code 77 team,

and you had an emergency.

Why can't I breathe?

Dr. Haverkamp:
Give the medication a minute.

Just give it a minute.

I need you to listen.

Do you know where you are?

What do you remember?

Reddington: Dinner...

Restaurant...

What's wrong with me?

Dr. Haverkamp:
We're not quite sure.

We thought, at first, you may have
had a series of mini strokes,

but the MRis, the EEGs,
they rule that out.

Where is Dembe? Dembe will know.

I don't know who that is.

But the man who drove you here
left as soon as you stabilized.

I don't remember.

Mr. Reddington, I was
told that you insist on

a frank, unvarnished
assessment of the situation.

So, here it is.

You're dying.

How?

We believe you've been poisoned.
We're not sure how.

But your symptoms are severe,

and they're progressing
at an alarming rate.

The cocktail of steroids

will stave off the symptoms
for a short time,

but unless we know
how you were poisoned...

How long can you keep me alive?

It's hard to say, uh...

A day, maybe two.

What? What... no, no.
What are you doing?

Your cell phone.
Do you have a cell phone?

Please, Mr. Reddington.
You need medical attention.

Your condition is critical.

Where are you going?

Elizabeth.

Gather the task force.

I need your help
to solve a murder.

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 04 Episode 15
"The Apothecary"
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Ressler: What's going on?

Reddington: Your prayers
have been answeRed, Donald.

Apparently, I'm dying.

Liz: Aram, could you get him
a chair, please?

No, no, no, I'm fine.

I've been poisoned.
Cooper: Poisoned?

By whom?

Someone within my organization,

someone with access
to an offshore account

that was used to fund
recent attacks against me.

Eleven people had access
to that account.

Last evening, I called those 11
to a dinner to confront them.

What happened next,
I only remember pieces.

The restaurant, what it
looked like, where it was.

I remember
holding a glass of wine,

but not drinking it,
although I'm sure I must have.

- The poison.
- Where's Dembe?

Missing.

I assume searching for,
or in the hands of,

the person who wants me dead.

You should be with your doctors.

They can't identify the toxin.

A hospital, then.

I've been told I have a day.

- Two at the most.
- Aram: No.

That can't be true.

I need you to find
the pharmaco-toxicologist

who, I believe,
crafted the deadly cocktail

and get the antidote from him.

What do you know about him?

There's a man,
he told me he's known as...

The Apothecary.

Liz: A druggist whose potions
hijack the immune system

causing any number
of allergic reactions.

Each one impossible to identify,

unless you know what to look for.

An exotic venom might
replicate a drug overdose,

a personally tailored
allergic reaction

might trigger
cardiovascular collapse.

Reddington: The Apothecary can
create embolisms, aneurysms,

inhibit respiration,
induce paralysis.

All of the assassins you know about
share one common disadvantage

when it comes to
avoiding apprehension.

They leave behind a corpse.

And yet, there are times when

a prolonged coma
or a protracted illness

will get the job
done just as well.

So, this Apothecary,
how do we find him?

Find the antidote?

Ilario Panetti.

The head of
the Panetti Syndicate.

He's about to go
up on Rico charges.

The government's star witness
against him

has rather conveniently
fallen into a coma.

I believe Panetti has availed himself
of the Apothecary's services.

Be quick. I don't have
the luxury of time.

Hold on. Where are you going?

To find Dembe.

While you try to save my life,

I'll spend what time I have
saving his.

Ausa: Let me tell you
about Ilario Panetti.

He takes organized crime
to a whole new level.

Everything he does
is meticulously planned.

I've never seen anybody more
cautious in avoiding surveillance.

That must've been hard
to make a case against him.

Ausa: Almost impossible.

From the outside,
he looks completely legit.

But you don't get a stranglehold

on the commercial construction
industry in this city

without strangling
a few enemies along the way.

- I just couldn't prove it.
- So, what happened?

He got greedy.

His largest competitor
got firebombed.

Their offices
completely destroyed.

Two days later, Panetti paid
200 grand to an associate,

we still don't know who,
for services rendered.

Competition over.

How do you know?
We flipped his accountant.

A woman named Helen Dahle.

She's the one who cut the check,

and she was prepared to testify

that Panetti ordered her to
make payment for the Arson hit.

Few days before trial,
she goes to dinner,

has a mysterious allergic
reaction to the food,

and, wham, she's on life
support and so is my case.

We think we know
how Panetti got to her.

Fantastic.

How do I help?
We are gonna need you

to put us in touch with
Helen Dahle's doctors.

Reddington: Eleven people had
access to that account.

I don't know where they are.

Hideki, where the hell are you?

I need to speak
with you right away.

Call me as soon as
you possibly can.

He never showed up?

Can you reach him?

No, no, no.
Put Sidney on the line.

Do you know where he went?

Yes, yes, yes.
As soon as you hear.

♪ I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

♪ and when it's cold outside

♪ I've got the month of May

♪ I guess you'd say

♪ what can make me
feel this way?

♪ My girl

♪ I'm talkin' about my girl

♪ I don't need no money

♪ fortune or fame

♪ I've got all the riches...

Don't worry, sweetheart.
It'll be okay.

I won't ever give up on you.
I promise.

It'll be just fine.

♪ ...you'd say what can
make me feel this way?

♪ My girl

♪ I'm talkin' about my girl ♪

Doctor?

What are you doing here?

The night I was poisoned...

- Last night, I can't remember...
- People will see you.

Us, together.

I was promised discretion.

My help was to be
in the strictest confidence.

The night I was poisoned,
I was with people.

I don't know where they are. I
keep calling. I can't reach them.

Except you.

But I don't know anything.

You know how I was brought in.

I got a code text.

I was given a location,
we gathered, prepped.

How about the man
who brought me in?

- Well, I didn't get his name...
- Black.

African accent.

You need to be hospitalized.

Was it him?

Yes, I believe it was.

How did we get there?
He drove you.

It was a green station wagon.

It was parked outside
the triage queue.

Liz: How long has she
been like this?

She was barely responsive
when admitted two weeks ago.

Comatose within a day.

What happened?

Well, it presented as an
acute allergic reaction.

We treated her for Anaphylaxis,

but her symptoms
didn't respond to treatment.

In fact, they got worse.

And you didn't suspect that
she might have been poisoned?

Ms. Dahle had been treated for
a severe tree nut allergy

twice in the past.

Our diagnosis was in line
with her history.

What if someone
designed a poison

to mimic the symptoms
of an allergic reaction?

It would mean
whoever created the poison

knew we would treat the allergy
and lose precious time.

So, what are the chances
she pulls through?

I can't answer that.

We haven't found
antigenic foreign substances,

but the full tox report
could take weeks.

And she's not improving.

Is that her husband?

Dr. Ralston:
Yeah, Robert Dahle.

He and Helen's parents
haven't left her side.

One minute, she's heading
to a client dinner

and everything is fine,

and the next, she's...

Like this.

This client dinner, who was there?

A friend of
Helen's from college.

The police have already cleared her.

What did Helen tell you about
the case against Panetti?

Nothing. The attorneys
instructed her not to.

She knew how dangerous this was,

but she agreed
to testify anyway.

I can't imagine how difficult
this must be for you.

And you've been with her the
entire time she's been comatose?

No, I...

I went down to Sarasota
Springs this past weekend.

Go on, Robert.
Tell them where you went.

There's a little
hotel in Sarasota.

Sort of a getaway for us.
Birthdays, anniversaries and...

We would've been married
10 years next month.

Last weekend,
I went there to be alone.

Think about what to do...

John: With Helen.

In case she doesn't...

Please, I'm begging you.

Find out what
happened to my wife.

No, I got it, I got it.
Okay?

Agent Navabi.

Thank you for meeting me.

What an unpleasant surprise.

Mr. Panetti insisted on being
present for this conversation.

It's fine with me.

I fully intend on being present

the day your client is sentenced
for poisoning Helen Dahle.

Panetti: We never
touched Helen.

Not me or anyone who works for me.

You asked for this meeting
and we agreed.

Please tell me it wasn't so you
could hurl baseless claims

that you can't
prove at my client.

We know about the Apothecary.

We know that he specializes
in untraceable toxins,

and that you hired him to
create that allergic reaction.

What is she talking about?

You can play dumb, Mr. Panetti.

From what I hear, you've
made quite a profession

out of skirting responsibility
for your actions.

- Now, hang on.
- We can find him on our own.

And when we do, you'll realize
that this trial you're facing

is a small matter
when compared to what happens

when the full force of the
FBI comes down on you

and your organization.

Or you can help us.

This is about more
than Helen Dahle.

There are other people
we are trying to save.

Lead us to the Apothecary now,
and we will be very grateful.

Honey, I don't know what the
hell you're going on about.

I think what my client
means to say is...

Your client means is I've never
heard of this Apothecary.

And for your information,
Helen Dahle's testimony

wouldn't have hurt me
or my case one bit.

- Is that right?
- That's exactly right, sweetheart.

The US Attorney's got it wrong.

I didn't pay anyone to
firebomb my competition.

I'm the victim here.

Tell her, Arnold.
Arnold: It's true.

Whoever took out
Mr. Panetti's competitor

contacted us the next day.

Threatened to
destroy our business

if we didn't pay
their extortion fee.

Now, my client did instruct Helen
to make that phantom payment.

But not for taking out a rival.

To avoid becoming
a victim as well.

I assume you can prove this.

We can,
and we would have at trial.

So, you see,
I had no motive to hurt Helen.

Truth is, I liked her.

And if you don't find the bastard
who did this to her, I will.

And then you will have
something to charge me with.

Arnold, give Agent Navabi
copies of whatever she needs.

I think we're done here.

Give it a go, sweetheart.

Come on.

You can do it.

Perfect.

I know, dear.

I don't want to,
but what choice do I have?

I can't trust you to stay
if you're not sedated.

You might try and run off again.

We're not there yet,
but we will be.

I know we will.

It's gonna happen.

I can feel it.

Hello?

Who are you?
Who put you in there?

Is this a sick joke?

You did!

All right, the forensic accountant
examined Panetti's financials.

and according to him,
the $200,000 was paid to

the Atlantic Coast Lepidopterology
Research Institute.

"Lepidopterology"?

Yeah, its website advertises
it as a non-profit

dedicated to the research
of butterflies.

But it's not a 501,

and it's not
listed in any directory

of non-profits that I can find.

In fact,

their entire Board of Directors

is made up of
stock photo models.

Ressler: So,
the Charity's a fake.

The $200k went into
a Swiss bank account,

and has since been wired
through dozens of other banks.

The money has basically just
disappeared into the ether by now.

Aram, I sent you a video.

The lead on
Panetti didn't pan out.

Yeah, we've got nothing.

Take a look at this.

Helen Dahle's husband
said he had to get away

to clear his head, and think
about his wife's future.

Well, Robert Dahle did go
to Sarasota Springs,

and he did stay
in the hotel he mentioned,

but he did not stay alone.

Dahle was cheating on his wife.

Are you saying
that the husband hired

the Apothecary to kill his wife?

I'm just saying
he definitely had a motive.

When did I meet you?

Are you serious?

Humor me.

Last night.

Before you threw me
in the car and drove here.

Yeah, I...

Who lives here?

How would I know?
I got here in a trunk.

Right.

I know this is an unusual,
Frightening predicament,

but I assure you,
I mean you no harm.

Says the man with the gun.

What is your name?

Lou Lou.

Lou Lou Mclellan.

Hey, hey, can you be careful
with that thing?

Was I alone last night?

Or was I accompanied by anybody?

My associate...

Dembe.

No...

What is wrong with you?

I don't know.

You need a doctor.

We're looking for corticosteroids,
a bronchodilator...

Go, go, go. I'm fine.

Corticosteroids.

I've lived my entire
adult life surrounded by

a corona of death.

Some days,
I've even longed for it.

But lately, I find...

I'm unwilling to go gentle
into that good night.

Bronchodilator.

Oh!

We were told
Ilario Panetti poisoned her.

That's what we thought, too, but
the situation has taken a turn.

We found surveillance footage.

Do either of you recognize
this woman?

When was this?
Last weekend.

That's impossible.

Helen and Robert
have a very happy marriage.

He's a model husband.

They've been head over
heels for each other

from the day they met.

He'd never dream of straying.

We had to bully her into getting
the prenup, for God's sake.

There's a Prenup?

Helen's father, John Tadsen,
was a Hedge Fund Titan.

His New York firm
was worth $4.7 billion.

His children and his children's
children are set for life.

Ressler: To protect his
daughter from gold diggers,

Tadsen made
Robert sign a Prenup.

Now, according to the agreement,

there's no payout for death
or divorce before 10 years.

How long have they been married?

They're two weeks shy of
their 10-year Anniversary.

So, that's either a really,
really bad coincidence, or...

Or Helen found out
about the mistress,

and Robert put her
in the penalty box

so she couldn't divorce him
before the Prenup expired.

What's the payout
after 10 years?

Close to $15 million.

I think we should bring this
guy in and take a run at him.

No. Take a shot
at the girlfriend first.

Let's see just how much
she really loves this guy.

So, are the police on their way?

Who's Elizabeth?

After I got some of those
pills in you, you came to.

Well, sort of.

Kept saying her name.
Elizabeth.

Someone who'd
miss you if you died?

Reddington:
I don't know.

Maybe.

Tell me your name again.

Lou Lou.

Lou Lou.

You saved my life, Lou Lou.
Thank you.

Like I needed a dead body
on my conscience.

You were in bad shape.
Well, worse shape.

You try to hide it,
but you're scared.

I wasn't just gonna leave you.

Well, it was remarkably generous

given that I locked you
in the trunk of a car.

Well, you were
pretty polite about it,

all things considered.

I've been poisoned.

By someone close to me.

I need to figure out by who.

What happened last night,
I can't remember.

You and your friend broke into
the apartment across the hall.

I called the cops,

and then I went over
to peek through the door.

It was all busted in,
and there you were.

I said, "the police
are on their way,"

and you said,
"my sincerest apologies,

"but if that's the case,
then you're coming with us."

Then you put me in the trunk.

- Why?
- Damned if I know.

But while you were asleep,

I found out the name of the guy
that lives in that apartment.

Marvin Gerard. You know him?

He's my Attorney.

Ressler: It's over, Brooklyn.
Robert told us everything.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You've been on the hook,
what, two, three years?

waiting for him to leave
Helen for you.

You finally figured out

that the only way
that you'd ever be with him

was over Helen's dead body.

And so you made a plan.
Poisoned her.

I'm not saying anything
until I have a lawyer.

She's in a coma.

Robert hasn't left her side.

- Guess he changed his mind.
- That's not true.

Ressler: Well, he told us that
you poisoned his wife.

Now, if that's not true,

you better tell us
what really happened.

You know that woman treats
him like a servant, right?

He's carried that Princess's
baggage for nine years,

and he couldn't take it anymore.

So, you planned it together.

No, I told him I didn't want
anything to do with it.

Ressler: But you knew
what he was doing.

See, that makes
you a co-conspirator.

Now, if you wanna reduce
your jail time,

you're gonna tell us
exactly how he did it.

How did he put her in a coma?

Brooklyn:
I don't know how it works.

Liz: You're gonna need to
tell us what you do know.

Brooklyn: It's a liquid.

Some sort of drop.

I've never seen
him actually use it.

I just know that he gives
it to her twice a week.

Liz: Who did he get
the poison from?

Brooklyn: He never said.

But I can tell you
where he keeps it.

What the hell? Hey. Hey. You
have no right to come into my...

No knock, search warrant.

I have no idea
what you're looking for,

but I guarantee
you're not gonna find it.

Unless you wanna parade that
on your perp walk,

I suggest you get dressed.

Robert: You think
you're arresting me?

As a matter of fact, I do.

For the attempted murder
of Helen Dahle.

And if you want even a sliver
off your sentence,

you're gonna tell us
who made that poison for you.

I have no idea what that is.

Let's get this to the lab, ID
what kind of a poison it is.

Maybe it'll tell us something
about whoever created it.

Everything we've gone through
has finally paid off.

We're pregnant.

I wanted so badly to show you,
but I didn't want to jinx us.

I know, believe me,
I'm just as excited as you.

What's wrong?

The mobile...
You don't love it.

You know what? You're right.

I'll fix it.
I want you to be happy.

Everything's gonna be perfect.

What were we doing here?

Becky.

I took you
to Marvin's fiancee's house.

Looks like he left in a hurry.

Reddington: Marvin, it's Raymond.
We're all here at John's.

Where are you?

John's.

I know that place.

It's not very far.
I could take you.

You've been...

Kind to an extraordinary degree,

considering how we began
our acquaintance.

But I won't drag you
any further into this.

You don't deserve that.

I'll take it from here.

Well, I hope you get better.

And I hope you find the
answers you're looking for.

I hope you get to see
Elizabeth again.

Guys, this Apothecary,
this guy is good.

You got the toxicology report?

He knew Helen Dahle.

I'm sorry, not know-know
like he met her.

He knew her medical history,
and he used it against her.

Helen's doctors think
she went into a coma

because of a reaction
to a tree nut allergy.

But the truth is

this Apothecary used

some sort of
complex weaponized allergen

to trigger the same reaction,

meaning, her doctors...

Were treating the symptoms,
but not the cause.

How does this help us
with Reddington?

We have to find
out if Reddington

has any
pre-existing conditions,

which one was targeted...

And find an antidote
to reverse the effects.

all in the next several hours.

Right. That is the bad news.

There's good news?

The lab did find
one distinct element

in the molecular structure
of the drops

taken from
Robert Dahle's apartment.

A peptide unique to the venom
of Bungarus Flaviceps,

also known as
the Red-Headed Krait.

Incredibly rare.

So, it's easy to trace.

Only four suppliers in the
world and only one in America.

A defunct reptile farm
outside of Scranton, PA.

Hightower Serpentarium

owned by Asa Hightower,

who, according to his license, still
lives in an apartment on site.

Get there now.

FBI!

- Ressler: Clear.
- Clear.

Liz: I'm sending
these files to Aram

to cross-reference them with any
unexplained poisoning deaths.

There are dozens
of victims here.

Here's Helen Dahle.

"Helen Dahle".

Hey, get these to the lab.

Hopefully that file will help
with the antidote for her.

The wife's coming around.

It's going to be okay,
Mrs. Hightower.

Are you trying to tell us
where your husband is?

What happened here?

What happened?

What happened is you
summoned us here to dinner

and locked us in the kitchen
without an explanation.

Feel free to give us one now.

Three of my accountants,
a couple of money launderers,

a handful of investment
advisors and bankers.

Believe me, David, no one wants
an explanation more than I.

Please...

Accept my apologies.

Just take me back to the dinner,

and tell me what happened.
Mr. Reddington...

You invited us to dinner.

We were sitting here, you
get up, you make a speech.

Thank you all for coming
on such short notice.

I must admit, I've never had
the pleasure of dining

in this particular
establishment before.

I do wish we could enjoy it under
more auspicious circumstances.

But... so be it.

Maura: It was about the attack
on your assets.

By whoever killed Zack smoll.

I've always found stories of
betrayal to be so compelling,

so tragic for
all those involved.

Judas, lago, men who were
beloved by those they betrayed.

You were telling one of
those stories you loved.

If you're even thinking
about another parable,

I may strangle you myself.

Ironic, isn't it?

That the ones in whom we
place our greatest trust

are best positioned to put
the knife in our backs.

You said you had levine
follow the money.

The funds came from
one of your own accounts.

The 11 people to whom
I extended invitations tonight

were the only ones who could've

accessed that
particular account.

One of those 11 is a traitor...

And only 10 of you are here.

Perhaps our Judas didn't have the
nerve to attend this last supper.

Well, I can assure you
I will find the guilty party,

and he or she
will be held accountable.

Cheers.

You sent the chef
and his staff home,

you took our phones,
you locked us in the kitchen.

Well, I'd prefer
something stronger,

but this'll do for the moment.

What the hell is wrong with you?

The wine.

I had a glass of
wine at the dinner.

Was it from one
of these bottles?

No.

The waiter poured it from a
bottle that was set aside.

What bottle?

Marvin Gerard.

Aram, we need a list of all the
stores that sell baby products

in a 10-mile radius
of the serpentarium.

Baby stores?

What about Reddington?
Did you find an antidote?

There were no medical records.
Nothing about Reddington on file.

Samar: Wait, why are we
looking for baby stores?

Hightower's wife thinks he's
out buying nursery supplies.

She's pregnant.

I thought she was Comatose.

Which is when he assaulted her.

Cooper: My God.

The closest one
is Abeebaby in Harding.

Sending you an address now.

Looking for a mobile?

I thought perhaps the planets,

but I think
we'll go with the dinosaurs.

Reptiles have a special
place in our hearts.

Well, congratulations.
You must be thrilled.

How far along is she?

Almost seven weeks.
It's our first.

Mom's on bed rest, so the
shopping is all up to me.

Asa Hightower, FBI!
Hands where I can see them.

Look around, Agent.

You really want to
start shooting here?

We have your files. Your wife.

She's eager to
testify against you.

Now, put it down.

Get down. On the ground.

How'd you know
that was gonna work?

You ever trip over one
of those things in the dark?

They're lethal.

- Reddington.
- Elizabeth, where are you?

Asa hightower, the Apothecary,

we have him in custody,
and we found his lab.

Have you identified the toxin?

The lab's working on it.
Not yet, but they will.

Elizabeth, I found the wine that

was used to
administer the poison.

One of my men
is bringing it to you now.

If the Apothecary doesn't tell
you what you need to know,

the bottle will.

Okay.

You're gonna be okay, Reddington.

Reddington?

Reddington!

All right,
let's keep this simple.

We have two questions.

Who paid you to poison Reddington,
and how do we cure him?

My clients contact me
anonymously over the Dark Web.

They don't want me to know who they
are, and I don't want to know.

Clean.

The antidote for the poison
you gave Reddington.

First of all,
I did not poison him.

I merely provided the means
for someone else to do so.

I've never poisoned anyone.

I'm sure your
wife would disagree.

My wife was running around with

Clive Hollis.
I'm just sure about it.

She needed to be subdued.

She's a very confused woman,
but she'll come around.

Come around to what?

The fact that
you repeatedly raped her?

Having raided my facility,

you're in possession of information
that will help you solve

well over 20 cold cases
and bring

others out of
various altered states.

You will return them
to their lives and families.

Really, you should
be thanking me.

- You're delusional.
- I'm not crazy.

I know you're gonna charge me
regardless of my innocence.

But I have something you want,
and vice versa.

- What's that?
- Simple.

You take the death penalty
off the table,

and I'll tell you how to cure
Raymond Reddington.

All that bravado.
You're afraid of the needle.

Asa: I'm not afraid to die.

But it turns out
I have something to live for.

I'm gonna be a father. We
wished for a child for so long.

Even from a jail cell,
we'll be a family.

Aram: Hey.

I didn't think he was the
flowers-and-balloons kind of guy.

I was gonna go with wine,
but then I remembered,

Mr. Reddington said he may have
been poisoned with wine, so I...

Besides,
who doesn't like papaya?

It's perfect. He'll love it.

Mr. Cooper, you came.

What do we know?

The Apothecary gave us
all the antidotes.

It's been given to Reddington?

But last we checked, he was
still in critical condition.

Do we think the Apothecary lied?

I don't know.

You know, he has to be okay.

There's no shame
in hoping for the best,

even for the worst of us.

I want to caution you
against unwarranted optimism,

but he's stable for the moment.

You think he'll recover?

Dr. Haverkamp:
Too early to say.

It'll be a while
before we know the

extent of
the damage already done.

But the antidote
does seem to be working.

Cooper: Is there anything else
you can tell us?

Just that whoever poisoned him knew
his medical history intimately.

The toxins were uniquely designed
to target his body chemistry.

Can we see him?

Well, he's just coming to. You
should give him a few minutes.

Welcome back.

Did you find Marvin?

Yeah. I found the weasel.

Tell me what happened.

I put the word out.
We found him at Dulles.

He was with his broad,
the big girl.

Bags packed,
headed for the south pacific.

Thank you, Glen. Good work.

And Dembe?

Have Marvin taken
to that address.

It's the tox lab.

Yes?

What?

- I don't...
- Cooper: What is it?

That can't be right.
Are you sure?

Reddington, the result...

Red, what the hell
is this about?

- Where's Dembe?
- Dembe?

How would I know?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I don't know
what any of this is about.

Please wait outside.

Unfortunately for this
grand pantomime of innocence,

I know a great deal about all of it.

I know about the wine.

I know about
you hiring Isabella stone.

About Zack Smoll,
Stratos and his wife.

I know that you are
one of very few people

who had access to the account that
financed the attacks against me.

I know that's why
you didn't come to dinner.

The only thing I don't know is
what you've done with Dembe.

I didn't show up to dinner

because Becky and I were on our
way to a Yoga Retreat in Tahiti.

It's a place we found

when you sent us down there
last year, you remember?

Tell me where Dembe is.

Red, I swear to you,

I don't know any of what
you're talking about.

I shouldn't be surprised.
We're criminals, after all.

It's in our nature to betray.

I didn't do whatever it is
you think I did.

Remember that wretched bit of
business on the malay peninsula?

I was positive I would rot alone

in that holding
cell in Surat Thani,

slowly eaten alive by mosquitos

to the constant refrain of
body blows and the screaming.

Forty-seven interminable days
of near-constant rain.

I couldn't be sure any of my
messages had been dispatched.

And then, on the 48th day,

they swung the cell door wide
and handed me a package.

Half a dozen tins of chilled
Beluga Caviar and a note.

"Love, Marvin."

When I think of it,
guards on two continents,

the bribes alone,
must have cost you a fortune.

I still can't fathom

how you managed to pull it off
from inside a federal prison.

But you had my
undying gratitude.

So when the opportunity arose,

I facilitated your freedom.

Exactly.

Why would I betray you?

We'll get to why soon enough.

But first,
I need to know about Dembe.

Jesus, Red, I don't know what
the hell you're talking about!

It's Elizabeth keen.
She says it's important.

Yes?
The wine was clean.

The tox lab said
there was nothing in it.

That's not possible.
Check again.

They said the poison
had to have been administered

by something
with a higher alcohol content.

Like gin or...

Scotch.

Yes. Did you drink scotch?

I did.

But there were only two people
who had access to the bottle,

and I'm one of 'em.

Who was the other?

No, it can't be.

Raymond, are you okay?

Reddington, talk to me.
Who poisoned you?

That can't be.

♪ There must be
some kind of way out of here

♪ said the joker to the thief

♪ there's too much confusion

♪ I can't get no relief

♪ businessmen
they drink my wine

♪ plowmen dig my earth

♪ none will level on the line

♪ nobody of it is worth ♪

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