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(Siren wailing)

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Mikhail: I do apologize for keeping you waiting.

Mikhail kozlov.

Are you the embassy intelligence chief?

We are not here to discuss my curriculum vitae, agent keen,

only to ascertain why you are here and what you hope to accomplish

now that the FBI has surrounded the embassy.

I am not here to speak to a pawn

without adequate clearance.

Nor are we here to harbor foreign agents

of the FBI, agent keen.

My name is masha rostova.

I am a deep-cover operative

for the federalnaya sluzhba bezopasnosti.

I have successfully completed my mission

and I am hereby seeking asylum.

I would appreciate an immediate

and private audience

with your chief intelligence officer.

(Speaks Russian)

(Dials phone)

I need to speak to whoever is in command of security

and I need to do it now.

You understand? Samar: Ressler.

I just got off the line with reven Wright.

Did we get the go-ahead?

The state department has requested that the Russian bring her out.

Requesting?

Nobody would be making a request if that was bin laden in there,

on U.S. soil, we'd be blasting our way in there.

The Russian embassy isn't U.S. soil.

That fence is a border.

Crossing it is tantamount to armed invasion.

It's literally an act of war.

I know, but look around.

The war's already started.

(Beeps)

Agent keen,

or do you prefer rostova?

(Man and woman laughing) (Shower running)

(Phone rings)

Woman: Connie, what's this?

Connie: Patience, golubushka. Duty calls.

(Keypad clacking)

(Laughs)

Oh, Connie, what a delightful nod to tradition.

I can't tell you how nostalgic it is

to see a Russian bureaucrat demonstrating

such a time-honored absence of work-ethic.

Woman: Connie? Is someone here?

No, darling. Keep the shower running. I'll be right in.

I bought us a toy.

She's much prettier than she looks

sitting behind the news anchor desk.

Get out!

Plus she's married to a ranking member of the

senate foreign relations committee.

Only fair, i suppose,

given the black-book military aid

he's allocated to crimea.

Reciprocity's a bitch, right, Connie?

Screw the bear, the bear screws back.

Batteries not included.

By all means, do call in the troops. (Dialing)

What with your government's implications in the orea bombing,

and the assassinations of the sitting senator

and the Attorney General of the United States?

How much harm could a weekly game of water-wiggle

between their ambassador and a senator's wife cause?

Barely a blip in the news cycle.

Though I doubt the kremlin will be

nearly as jejune as I am.

What do you want? That's the spirit, Connie.

Service with a smile.

The reason your underlings

were so rudely interrupting your weekly tryst

is because Elizabeth keen

turned herself in to your embassy,

and has identified herself

as a deep-cover fsb agent in distress.

(Scoffs) That's absurd.

(Laughs) Yes. Quite.

Nevertheless, she's currently demanding diplomatic immunity,

and I want real-time reports of everything.

Everything that occurs inside that building,

especially the names of every drone in the decision loop

between here and moscow.

That won't present a problem, will it, Connie?

(Cellphone ringing)

Duty calls, comrade.

Who are you? Alexander raskovich,

fsb chief intelligence agent for Washington, D.C.,

which makes me senior intelligence agent

for the entire Western hemisphere.

I am intimately acquainted with every single

Russian intelligence asset in north and South America,

active and inactive,

and you, dear, are not one of them.

Which begs the question,

why you're masquerading as such

when you and I both know you are no such thing?

I came here to protect myself,

to get your help,

because our interests are aligned.

Your country and i have been blamed

for crimes we did not commit.

It was committed by a global consortium,

and known in some quarters as the cabal.

What are their objectives?

To reignite the cold war

between Russia and the United States.

And to what end?

I will tell you everything that I know

after I've been guaranteed, in writing,

diplomatic immunity.

How do I know that you're not working for the cabal?

How do I know that you're not here posing as a victim

to gain safe passage away from the FBI?

The Russian assassin.

The one known as karakurt.

Never heard of him.

He's been turned.

The cabal framed me.

Who better than the daughter of a kgb agent?

Hmm.

Katarina rostova.

A kgb agent was turned,

but it wasn't me, it was karakurt.

He's gone. Check.

And when you've confirmed he's missing,

draw up my immunity agreement.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

Did we get the breach order? Negative.

The Russians are denying the state department's request.

They're not going to turn her in.

Is the white house involved? Or are they gonna make the call?

We've been ordered to stand down.

They're harboring a terrorist.

The state department has been very clear.

They want this handled diplomatically.

Hold your positions.

My superiors are willing to hear you out.

If they believe you, they will do what they can to help.

But not here.

You're being transferred to moscow for debriefing.

Don't you see that's playing right into the cabal's narrative?

The minute I leave U.S. soil,

my government will interpret that as a defection.

I have delivered our decision.

Choose, agent keen.

Moscow, or you can take your chances

with your compatriots outside.

(Speaking Russian)

Where's my wedding ring?

Bedside table.

Behind the Ben wa balls.

You... Me.

And I was so riveted by her interview

with those identical triplets from Milwaukee.

(Speaks Russian)

Agent keen is leaving the embassy.

She's been arrested?

The kremlin has ordered her transfer to moscow.

Who in the kremlin?

It was authorized by the federal tariff service,

of all things.

Vitsin.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

They're here.

(Speaking Russian)

The package is in transit.

Excellent.

See agent keen to the airport.

Our people on the plane will take it from there.

(Engine turns over)

Samar: Ressler.

Ressler, don't.

If you're gonna tell me that diplomatic vehicles

have the same protection as the embassy...

You know they do. As long as she's inside that car,

she's on Russian soil. You can't touch her.

(Speaks Russian)

I can't let her go.

Samar: Ressler!

I know you're angry, so am I.

But how we feel is not important.

Taking her into custody is.

We're doing everything we can.

Are we? Really?

Within the law. Yes, really.

(Cellphone rings)

Ressler. Reddington: Donald.

You cannot let agent keen leave the embassy.

Oh, you want a favor? How about you come down here and ask in person?

Her life depends on it.

'Cause I'd be more inclined to help if I had you in cuffs.

You cannot let her leave.

Preaching to the choir, 'cause she's already gone.

I received direct confirmation from the Russian ambassador

that agent keen's transfer

was authorized by a high-level apparatchik

in the federal tariff service,

a man named Vladimir vitsin.

Vitsin...

Yes, the same man who signed the paperwork

facilitating karakurt's entry into the United States.

He's an operative for the cabal.

Any move he makes is in service to their agenda.

They're not transporting agent keen

to moscow for debriefing.

The second she gets on that plane...

She's dead.

You need to stop that convoy.

(Helicopter whirring)

(Tires screeching)

(Horn honks)

(Speaks Russian)

(Man grunts)

(Gunshots)

Keen!

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Dialing)

(Line rings)

(Beeps)

1425 peabody.

It's the best I could do, full pension and benefits.

If I resign?

Yes. Effective immediately.

In return, all charges against you will be dropped.

Agent keen. Have you found her?

I can't discuss that with you. Have you found karakurt?

He's the terrorist. Not her.

I took your case as far as the white house.

I talked to Laurel hitchen. She's a friend.

She had to pull a lot of strings to get you this deal.

I appreciate what you've done, reven. I do.

But I... These are serious charges, Harold.

You could go to jail. Take the deal.

For you, and for charlene. Take it and move on.

If you accept the terms, Harold,

they'll drop the investigation.

If you refuse to play ball, pending the outcome,

you'll be reassigned, paper pushing at the cjis.

Cubicle. Potted plant.

A dead end, Harold. You are better than that.

Yes, I am.

You really want to do this? No.

What I want to do is help.

Man: You think I'm stupid, carly?

You think I don't know what's going on?

Carly: Nothing is going on.

What are you looking at, old man?

(Bell jingles)

You all right?

No, I am not all right.

Ressler tried to kill me.

Seeking asylum from the Russians was a dangerous decision.

I was out of options.

At least I would have been secure in moscow right now.

If by "secure" you mean dead, then yes, absolutely.

Ressler wasn't trying to kill you.

He was trying to save you.

The convoy was compromised.

You want, we got a few specials.

The best item on the menu is the pecan pie, right, chui?

Family recipe.

I'll just have coffee. Thanks.

You know him? We're safe here?

You threw yourself in the hands of the cabal

the moment you got on that vehicle.

The only question was whether they'd kill you

before or after you entered Russian airspace.

Ow, Clayton, please, you're hurting me.

(Groans) No.

You deaf, old man?

I told you to mind your own business.

Turn around, bitch.

Carly: Clayton. (Sighs)

Clayton: Oh, here we go.

Carly... What the hell?

You're looking to get yourself killed?

You haven't the slightest clue

how to speak to a woman, have you?

Now, my friend there and I are having a very important discussion,

so you just sit tight, enjoy your muffin.

And if I hear you say

anything other than "please" or "thank you" to carly,

I'm going to drag you into the men's room

and wash your mouth out with soap.

And if that doesn't work,

I'll cut your filthy tongue out with that butter knife.

Is that clear enough for you?

Agent ressler, what part of "stand down" don't you understand?

I was ordered to let keen go, and I did.

I wasn't ordered to let her die.

The transport was compromised.

Says who? Reddington.

You spoke to him?

Yes, he called.

Said that the cabal had hijacked keen.

You countermanded a direct order and attacked a diplomatic transport

on the word of one fugitive in order to save the life of another?

And I'm willing to resign from the task force

if the intel reddington gave us is wrong.

The driver has been hospitalized.

As soon as he can be questioned,

we can confirm reddington's information.

Okay. We've got a sighting.

Del Rio diner, 1425 peabody street.

(Exhales sharply)

Come on, pull it together.

An mpdc cruiser just pulled up out back.

What are you...

(Officers shout)

Behind the car!

Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm and take your seats.

Clayton. Liz: Now what?

Now?

I apologize.

I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience,

but it appears we'll all be taking an extended lunch.

However, if you remain calm and do exactly as I say,

I promise you'll leave here

with a rip-roaring story to tell your friends and families.

Bon appetit!

(Phone rings)

Dear, would you mind answering that phone?

No doubt it's for me.

(Monitor beeping)

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I disturb you?

They said you were sedated.

Well, you know what they say,

"you can't keep a good man down."

Unfortunately, it's only a matter of time

before the FBI pays you a visit,

and we can't have that.

'Cause you are what is commonly referred to as

a loose end.

Now, you should take heart,

because if the Russians are furious now,

imagine how irate they'll be when they learn

that there's been another fatality

as a result of agent ressler's attack on your convoy.

If it's any consolation,

your heroic devotion to our cause

has earned you my most sincere respect.

Godspeed, sir.

Godspeed.

(Muffled grunts)

(Monitor beeping rapidly)

(Flat-lines)

(Indistinct radio chatter)

Ressler: What have you got?

We cut the power to the building,

commandeered the phone lines.

Both suspects are still inside. "Both suspects?"

Agent keen and Raymond reddington.

Keen? We believe so,

but he's got the hostages positioned as human shields.

Can't get a clear view inside.

Well, then, let's find out.

What are you doing?

Hold fire.

Ressler: Keen.

Keen? Ah.

Agent ressler, excellent.

Do you have a pen?

Because I'm ready to dictate a list of my demands.

I owe you, keen. You saved my life back at that convoy.

Now let me return the favor.

Come out before this gets bad.

It's already gone bad and you're making it worse.

If you wanna repay me, do what reddington says

before somebody else gets hurt.

That's not gonna happen and you know it.

This scene's locked down.

There's nowhere to go and you got zero leverage,

'cause I know you.

I know what you're capable of.

And you're not gonna hurt these people.

She won't, but I will.

Ready? My demands are as follows.

One, I want the immediate restoration of power to this building.

Two, an armored vehicle to transport us

safely and unmolested

from this door to a runway of my choosing.

Three, bring me Marvin Gerard.

You have 90 minutes. That's it?

After that, a hostage dies every half hour.

That's it, agent ressler.

Ressler: Marvin Gerard.

Graduated magna cum laude from Harvard

where, at the tender age of 31,

he was appointed the third youngest full Professor

in the institution's history.

He served as a prosecutor for three years, state of New York.

Later, joined his father-in-law's

criminal defense firm as a full partner.

He was on the short list

for an appointment to the federal bench

when his marriage to the boss' daughter hit the skids.

He serves a year for attempting to kidnap their son.

Gets disbarred.

Currently, he's incarcerated for seven to ten

at the cumberland fci.

Although he's been disbarred, Gerard acts as shadow counsel

to some of the biggest players in the criminal underworld,

politicians, CEOs,

and one Raymond reddington.

Marvin Gerard?

Who are you? What am I doing here?

I am special agent samar navabi.

You've been briefed?

Rousted out of bed, cavity-searched,

shackled, transported like livestock? Yes.

Briefed? No.

One of your former clients is holding 17 civilians hostage in that diner.

He's demanded that we bring you here.

Which one?

Raymond reddington.

I have nothing to do with this.

I don't know what he wants from me.

I am not going in there.

Well, you are going in.

If you could please disrobe.

Like hell.

Call my lawyer. Who's your o.I.C.?

That would be me. Gentlemen,

help Mr. Gerard out of his, uh, jumpsuit.

This will never work.

If he asks me, I'm gonna have to tell him I'm wearing a wire.

It'd be unethical for me to lie to my client.

Let the record reflect that i am complying under duress

and that my fourth amendment right to privacy is being violated.

As is my right not to be nauseated.

Per reddington's demands.

Unbelievable.

I'll get that, dear.

The first table over there.

(Pouring coffee)

(Softly) This is not working.

Lizzy, please.

Take a seat.

I'll have chui bring you a piece of pie.

I promise, you'll thank me.

Cut it out. A lawyer?

How is that gonna help us with this?

Lawyers find and exploit loopholes.

It's what makes them so loathsome.

And Marvin Gerard

is the most loathsome of them all.

It's what makes him so invaluable.

(Knocking on door) Speak of the devil.

Hello, Marvin.

My parole hearing is next week.

Christmas came early.

You think this is a gift?

They'll probably tack on five more years

just seeing you breathe in my direction.

Are you wired? Of course I'm wired.

(Laughs) I told them not to bother.

I told you not to bother.

Elizabeth, Marvin Gerard.

Criminal attorney... One down.

Not necessarily in that order.

Finally, I'm in the presence of greatness.

You're the one.

You're the one who made him throw away his freedom.

Good God, Marv, let it go.

What? You asked for my advice.

I was simply giving you, as a friend,

a heads up regarding my plans.

You were a wonderful attorney.

And you were a terrible client.

Two.

Marvin: Not that you're interested, but

I just got engaged. Becky weinberg.

(Static crackles)

That little brunette Becky from the old firm?

The paralegal?

(Laughs) Oh, my God! You old dog!

Getting older by the minute.

You just extended my engagement

about a decade with this stunt.

Now, I'm never gonna make parole.

Becky and I...

She's not gonna wait around.

Reddington: All right, counselor. Let's get down to business.

I have a situation that requires your undivided attention.

No, it doesn't.

Turn yourselves in.

Marvin, hear me out.

You don't have all the facts.

Marvin: No, but I have eyes.

And I can see that you in here,

and they are out there.

And now you're gonna start in with me about how...

Oh, with you, there's always more than meets the eye.

No! Stop! Elizabeth!

(Grunts)

Stop!

That's enough.

(Coughing)

(Groans)

Broke his ribs,

sounds like his lung is punctured.

You're hurting him!

Liz: It's the only way to stop the swelling.

What do you care? I didn't want anybody to get hurt.

Really? Seemed to me like you wanted to hurt him bad.

Reddington: She didn't have a choice.

What if he'd gotten her gun? What then, carly?

Do you think any of us would be safer if he were armed?

Do you think you'd be safe?

What is he working on?

A plea agreement?

Why else bring a lawyer in here other than to cut a deal?

If you think for one second that I'm interested...

There will be no deal.

Then why go to all the trouble to bring him in here?

It doesn't make any sense.

Marvin Gerard was one of the most respected

defense attorneys on the eastern seaboard.

Perfect wife, perfect job.

Perfect all of it.

Save for his son, Timothy.

Quiet boy.

He fell in with some bad eggs, it seems.

Disciplinary issues, troubles at school. Drug abuse.

Timothy was getting a steady supply of amphetamines

from his mother's shrink.

Ritalin, Adderall.

She constantly bullied the boy.

Marvin and his wife separated.

He fought for custody, contacted police, social services,

but his wife was the princess

in a very prominent and powerful legal dynasty,

so no action was ever taken.

Timothy remained in her sole custody.

Her abuse worsened.

Convinced he had no other option,

Marvin kidnapped the boy.

They tracked him down, of course.

Returned the child to his mother.

Marvin was disbarred, convicted, and incarcerated.

And what happened to his son?

A year later, Timothy hung himself.

He was 15.

The sniper's in position for cover.

Teams make simultaneous entries here and here.

Flash-bangs and smoke. Secure and contain the scenario.

Counter minimal risk of collateral damage.

We're all set on my mark.

He can't do that, can he? Can you do that?

No. We don't have eyes inside.

Even a minimal risk of collateral damage is too much.

We wait.

Reddington's not gonna hurt anybody in that building.

Keen won't let him.

The same girl who shot the Attorney General?

That was different. She's in over her head.

It's probably why they got spotted.

Wasn't her that was spotted.

Anonymous tip came in on reddington, not keen.

Get me that 911 call.

Raymond!

Did you read this?

Yes. It's the voice transcripts we recovered from the fulcrum.

No, I didn't ask you if you recognized it,

I asked you if you read it.

Specifically section 39c,

pages 216 to 217, lines five through 19.

Here.

This can't be right.

God, no. It's all kinds of wrong.

This is a perilously fast run down a slippery road.

Granted, you'd have to hit all green lights,

but, yeah, we could make it work.

Carly: He can't breathe.

Somebody help him!

No, not you! Get away from him!

(Cries)

His chest cavity is filling with blood.

His lungs are gonna collapse

if we don't get him medical attention

in the next 20 to 30 minutes tops. Fine.

He'll be in agent ressler's capable care by then.

We're leaving. Leaving?

Attention, everyone.

We're done here.

So, if you could all be so kind as to gather up your belongings

and step into the kitchen.

Except you two. You stay right there.

Lucinda?

Chui, be a pal, wrap up two slices of that delicious pecan pie.

I spent five years tracking reddington

and you can count on one hand

the number of times we got a credible sighting.

I found the 911 call.

(Cellphone rings)

Just a second.

Reddington: I'm very disappointed, Donald.

I would have expected you of all people

would have understood that when I make a demand,

it's just that.

Stalling is not tolerated.

We're doing the best we can, all right?

Why isn't the power back on?

Where is my armored vehicle?

We're working on it. Work harder.

If the power isn't back in 60 seconds,

I'm going to start shooting people.

Your time starts now.

Give him the power. He's bluffing.

I can't take that chance.

Restore the power.

(Equipment powering up)

Counselor.

Oh! (Chuckles)

The least of your many talents, my friend.

Male voice: He just looked right at me.

It's him. It's reddington.

That's reddington.

He called the tip in on himself.

This whole thing, he wanted us to...

Breach! Breach! Now!

(Door slides open)

Okay, everyone, let's pack it up.

I'm sorry you have to burn this operation on our account, chui.

It was a beautiful thing. Chui: While it lasted.

They'll be packed and long gone before the FBI ever gets down here.

This way.

Clear! Move, move, move.

The kitchen, the kitchen!

They're not here. Hell.

(Rumbling)

Hrt leader: Get these people out of here.

They didn't just disappear. There's gotta be a way out.

Break down every wall if you have to!

Find them!

Marvin: This is a bad situation, red.

They will hunt me. And they will find me.

And when they do, do you know where I'm going?

In a hole. Do you like Tahiti?

Solitary. Twenty-three hours a day.

There will be no parole and no chance of seeing Becky again.

That's for sure. You're a free man, Marvin.

Instead of facing a notoriously

unpredictable parole board

and showering with the boys,

you'll be unwinding on a small banana plantation I have

outside of papeete.

(Laughs)

Becky?

Get in the car, Marvin.

Have a mai tai, soak up some sun,

because I'll be contacting you soon,

and when I do, I want this plan of yours to be thoroughly mapped out.

We only have one shot at this.

I'll be in touch.

Make sure you have heia air dry your sheets.

You'll sleep like a baby.

This whole thing, the diner.

It wasn't a hostage situation, it was a jail break.

Yes.

We're not going to be able to fight our way out of this, lizzy.

We're going to have to think our way out.

You really think he can help? I do.

Where do we go from here?

Ressler: The owner's gone.

The lawyer's gone.

Red and Liz are gone.

Why would he go to all this trouble, risk everything,

just to free Marvin Gerard?

Put the word out.

They're in the wind and we're back to square one.

Mmm.

You have no idea what I've offered chui

to divulge the secret of this recipe.

He won't say,

but I suspect it has something to do with how he beats his eggs.

I cannot stop thinking about that man from the diner.

Wonder if he uses a whisk.

His wife, the way she looked at me.

No one's ever looked at me like that before.

How do you do it? Do what?

How do you deal with people looking at you that way?

The fear?

How do you go on knowing that people are terrified of you?

From as early as I can remember,

I dreamed of someday being captain of a ship.

To be out there on the ocean in the middle of the night,

navigating by the stars.

I always thought it would be the greatest life on earth.

The people you're talking about,

the ones who think they know you,

they really don't know anything about you at all.

I've never told anyone that before...

(Chuckles)

...about a life at sea.

Why didn't you do it?

You went into naval intelligence instead.

It was the cold war.

There were spies to run.

The cabal, they blamed you for something you hadn't done.

Sailors have been navigating

by the stars for thousands of years.

Odysseus spent a decade at war,

but his biggest battle was finding his way home.

I think you would have made a terrific captain.

(Laughs)

I don't know.

You can't do every silly thing you want to in life.

You have to make your choices.

You have to try to be happy with them.

I think we've done pretty well.

I'm not saying it's easy to ignore the way people look at you,

but I hope you can find some solace

in the fact that when I look at you...

¶ I'll light the fire

¶ you placed the flowers in the vase

¶ that you bought today

¶ staring at the fire

¶ for hours and hours

¶ while I listen to you

¶ play your love songs all night long

¶ such a cozy room

¶ such a cozy room

¶ the windows are illuminated by the evening

that's polaris. The north star.

That's how sailors used to find their way home.

When I look at you, that's what I see.

I see my way home.

¶ Our house

¶ is a very, very very fine house

¶ with two cats in the yard

¶ life used to be so hard

¶ now everything is easy 'cause of you

¶ and our

¶ LA, LA, LA, LA, LA...

¶ Our house is a very, very fine house

¶ with two cats in the yard

¶ life used to be so hard

¶ now everything is easy 'cause of you

¶ and our

¶ I'll light the fire

¶ while you place the flowers in the vase

¶ that you bought today ¶

Mr. Solomon: I'm a man of my word.

Your granddaughter's got the antidote.

Now it's your turn.

We lost your boss

and no one seems to know where he's gone.

(Balls clack)

But I have a sneaking suspicion

that you do.

So,

where is Raymond reddington?

(Keys jangle)

We need to talk.