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Brought you a Bible, Lonnie.

Little late for saving souls, ain't it, preacher?

I'd suggest Luke 21:36.

"Pray always, that ye may be accounted worthy

"to escape all these things."

What do you think's in there?

What say you open it up, stick your head in and take a gander?

Charliehorse, we're under attack...

*THE BLACKLIST* Season 04 Episode 14 "The Architect"

You've murdered my friends and colleagues.

You blackmailed a man I hold in the highest esteem.

You seem to have a comprehensive knowledge of my life

that you could only realize through an association

with someone close to me.

You don't recognize me, do you?

I want to know who hired you.

Gavin pruitt was my husband.

Most people think the danger in a situation like this is the cold.

The more immediate danger is the oxygen supply.

Answer my question,

or you will suffocate long before you freeze to death.

Gavin set up your tax havens in Mauritius.

When the FEDs got to him, you thought he would talk.

So you had him killed.

I want a name.

Raymond, it's Cooper.

Harold, what can I do for you?

Give me back my prisoner.

Which prisoner?

You know exactly who I'm talking about, Reddington.

Isabella Stone.

She's perfectly safe.

I have every intention of returning her to your custody

as soon as she's given me the information I need.

You've gone too far.

I just came from main justice. They threatened to shut us down.

- They're bluffing. - Are they?

From their point of view,

you've become a bigger liability than an asset.

Harold, what's happening here? You sound desperate.

From the beginning, this has been all about serving your agenda.

And I've rolled with that because

I genuinely believe this task force makes the world a safer place.

- You aren't being naive. - You're damn right!

Not anymore. Now, I want a name. I want a big one.

Not some independent contractor like Stone.

You can't just order up super-criminals

like Chinese takeout, Harold.

I want it now.

The Architect.

Cooper: London, 2014.

A tanker loading diesel fuel explodes.

Ten minutes later,

a water main fails, flooding Covent Garden.

Only after authorities pumped out the water did they realize

$100 million in diamonds had been stolen from a nearby vault.

According to Reddington, this was the work of the Architect,

who for a price will design, construct

and execute the perfect crime.

Cortina, Italy. 2011.

A safety canon malfunctions, setting off a devastating avalanche.

Two weeks earlier, a Brazilian Art Collector's home was broken into.

Nothing of value was stolen, but panicked by the break-in,

the Collector shipped a Caravaggio to a secure facility in Geneva

whose director would be killed in the avalanche.

The man who signed for the old master was an imposter

and the caravaggio disappeared.

Reddington says the Architect is in Philadelphia recruiting hackers

at an underground gathering called Black Mass 13.

Sounds like a slasher movie.

More like a ghost story.

Black mass is where the worst of the worst compete

to see who can hack a set of security measures.

The winner's supposed to be hired for the type of gig

that you don't come back from with a soul,

CP, industrial sabotage, real horror-show stuff.

Multiple hits on a hexadecimal embedded in postings

containing the words "Black", "Mass", and "13".

And we have...

We have a GPS coordinate in Philadelphia.

The location of the convention?

Nope. This is just the first step down the rabbit hole.

All right, guys, look for anything out of the ordinary.

Hey, keen.

"If foo equals first object oriented."

"Enter", then "bar",

then an "equals" sign, then the words "binary arbitrary reason".

Totally what I was gonna say.

1955 south Hartford, havertown.

What are we gonna do when we get there?

It's all about pattern recognition. Just keep your eyes open.

Hey. Did you talk to Richard game?

No, but I think I was wrong.

About what? Game confessed to killing you.

He's dead. Turns out his mother's still alive.

So I'm going to see her. Maybe she has some answers.

But wait, what were you wrong about?

I didn't really care what Richard game had to tell me

until I found out he was dead,

and now it's all I want to know.

Who my father was. Who I was.

Why somebody wanted the world to believe I was dead.

That's what I was wrong about, saying it didn't matter to me.

But you were right. It does.

I'll call you if I found anything out.

Ressler: We're here. See anything weird?

I'm not loving the idea of a rabbit-food smoothie,

but other than that, no.

Can you send me a photo?

Okay, I got it!

I'll have a penny candy, please.

Thank you.

Oh, my God. There are so many combinations.

This is gonna take hours.

Here, let me see that.

How long did that take?

Agent ressler, a word?

I'll give this to Aram.

Found an sd chip.

Aram should be able to use it to locate the Black Mass.

Reven Wright was my superior and my friend.

So I don't like this any more than you,

but the inquiry into her disappearance...

Reven Wright didn't disappear.

She was murdered by Laurel hitchin. We know that.

The inquiry is being shut down.

The president's national security advisor is a murderer.

There's no evidence of that.

No witnesses. No prints. No case.

The head of the justice division doesn't just disappear.

But until we can prove it, the case is closed.

Aram: Okay, I got something. It's a pick-up point, I think.

248 Garfield. 3:20 P.M.

It says, "come alone and wear a yellow hat."

We need to get an agent to that pick-up point

to get into Black Mass to ID the Architect.

Yeah, but whoever we send in

would have to really know their stuff.

Not just the programing but the buzzwords, the culture.

It's gonna...

No, I can't. Not after last time.

- You were amazing last time. - Aram: Which part?

Getting beaten to a pulp by my psycho girlfriend

or screaming our safe word like a baby who needs his diaper changed?

Cooper: The Architect is a mass murderer.

This is our only chance to catch him.

We need you to do this.

We're hot.

I believe that will do the job... quite nicely.

Are you getting the cctv feeds?

Okay, we have eyes.

Yellow hat. Gray blazer.

Very handsome.

And the TAC team is standing by.

They'll be in place as soon as you give us

a location for the Black Mass site.

So when I ID the Architect, they're gonna breach, right?

All right. Here we go.

Put this on.

Now. Let's go.

We're right here with you. We're not going anywhere.

There's a man I know who works as a docent

in a small museum in the northwest.

He recently remarried.

Rotary Tuesdays. Euchre Fridays.

A modest, but happy life.

Gavin and I played euchre.

Before you killed him.

Gavin was a brilliant accountant

and an even better man

who worshipped you.

When the FEDs came asking questions

about the nature of his relationship with me,

his only thoughts

were about whether you and your children

would be safe and well-provided for.

This person you described... I didn't kill your husband.

I helped him walk away from everything he loved

to protect you

and your innocence.

Ironic.

Where is he?

Who hired you?

I got an anonymous package,

detailing files

about every aspect of your operations.

And your payment?

I received a credit stick. It's in my apartment.

It's in the lining of a red silk dress.

Now, my husband.

Where is he?

He's married.

He remembers you as you were.

To show him what you've become would be devastating.

I'm not going to tell you where he is.

But I will turn the heat up.

You must be chilled to the bone.

Aram, we're tracking you through Lexington park.

You're going northeast on Algon Avenue.

What's going on?

Bring up another camera.

Must be some sort of jamming software.

Aram.

Samar: Aram.

Aram.

Cough twice if you can hear me.

Contact tactical aviation.

Give them specs on the Van and a radius to work with.

I want surveillance images within 10 minutes.

Who are you?

Uh, Ms. Lucy game?

My name is Frank Carraro.

If I could just have a moment of your time, it's about your son.

My son is dead. Have some respect.

I'm with the Innocence project.

And we believe that your son spent time in prison

for a crime he did not commit.

Tom: His name was Christopher Hargrave.

Yeah, I remember.

Before he confessed, did he talk to anyone?

A lawyer or his cell mate? Did anyone approach him?

You obviously didn't know my boy.

Richard killed a lot of people.

Took them apart in the garage out back.

He did things to them I'll never forget.

Finding out what really happened, at this point,

would make a huge difference to the people

who cared about Christopher Hargrave.

Your services had better be used

for someone who didn't belong in prison.

Richard never belonged anywhere else.

Wait right here.

All right, move.

Wait right here.

You looking for work?

You know, if the job's right.

What do you know about batch credit card spoofing?

I've done some, for cartels mostly.

Not that you look like you work for a cartel.

Maybe you do. How would I know?

I'm... excuse me, I think I see an old friend.

Excuse me. Aren't you supposed to be in jail?

Now's not a good time.

Oh, really? I'm sorry. Am I inconveniencing you?

I said not now.

Yeah! Five minutes to hackstar!

Nut up and get your hack on!

Whoa! Not a piggy-backed sql injection like a rank amateur.

Getting tense, getting tense.

Come on, wizards.

Second prize is a set of steak knives.

Third prize is your picture on a milk carton.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes! Take that, biatch!

All right, all right, all right.

We've got a new heavyweight champeen of the world!

If they find out that we work for the government, we're dead.

What do you mean, we?

51.3 seconds.

Excellent.

Do you really think that the FEDs

are gonna let a prodigy, like me, rot in a jail cell?

Is that a remote code Cypher?

Are you trying to steal proprietary ideas?

Why do you think that I'm here?

I had three agencies fighting a cage match to cut a deal with me

before your girlfriend even finished reading me my rights.

She's not my girlfriend.

Oh, you're pathetic.

Wait, wait, wait.

Who won that cage match?

The NSA. Who do you think I'm stealing for?

- The NSA? Are you kidding me? - Come on.

3.7 seconds ahead of schedule.

Who the hell are you?

It doesn't matter who I am, Mr. patel.

What matters is I would very much

like to speak to the young man who won your contest.

I don't know where he is.

How tragic.

Find him.

On the off chance I don't have it already,

may I have your attention, please?

Everyone, find a terminal.

There's something I need you to do.

Cooper: That's all we're getting?

Liz: Our techs can't figure out how their encrypted feeds are being hacked.

The Architect's got us flying blind.

Not quite. The blackout is specific to this six square block area

where the Architect doesn't want us to look.

Which means Black Mass is in there somewhere.

And so is Aram.

Keen, find out what he wants.

Ressler, Navabi, get a team on site.

We breach on Agent Mojtabai's signal.

I need to speak with Aram.

Do you know where they're holding Black Mass?

It's urgent, lizzy.

Because we don't. And that's where he is.

What do you want?

To direct you to a warehouse in Annapolis

operated by Newcastle Ice.

Are you offering me free ice?

An Ice Queen. Isabella Stone. Returned as promised.

Did she tell you who paid her to attack you?

Only that we share the same bank.

One that guarantees its depositors absolute privacy.

I was hoping Aram could pull aside that veil of secrecy.

Help us locate Black Mass and he can.

As I told Harold when he browbeat me for a blacklister,

I'm otherwise occupied and in no position to assist.

Sending Aram after the Architect was reckless.

His absence complicates matters for me.

I'll inform main justice the minute we have Stone in custody.

We'll find out if that appeases them.

Reddington: And why you want to appease them so badly,

will we ever find that out?

- Who is that guy? - I don't know. My job was to ID him.

Okay, and then what? The cavalry was supposed to come.

Tell me you have a plan B.

Yeah, I'm working on it, Elise.

Or whatever you're calling yourself this week.

Come.

A US Power Grid has never been compromised by hackers

for one reason.

It requires the combined skills of people

who are unwilling to work together.

Today, you will work together unwillingly.

The Architect is gonna have the exits covered.

But the mercs have radios.

And if I can get one and I can get to the roof,

I can notify the FBI.

The roof?

Please tell me you just said that to impress me.

If you think you're that hot...

Well, you are, but I don't care.

What I do care about is the lives of the people out there.

So just...

Okay, I need something that burns.

Oh, crap, come on, this is wet.

Damn scarf.

Was any of it real?

It wasn't personal.

What we did at night with the lights off?

That was personal.

The way you let me feel about you.

I can't think of anything more personal.

Hey.

Aram, whatever it is that you're planning,

I've personally kicked your ass.

You're gonna get yourself killed.

So help, or don't. I don't care. Just get out of my way.

Groups one and three.

Commence your ddos attack now.

Groups two and four, 10 seconds.

Without the contest winner, our plan fails.

Find him.

Sierra 2, sitrep?

Negative contact, leader.

Group two and four, now.

Let me guess.

You were going to clock me from behind?

No.

She was.

Aram: Ugh!

There's gotta be sewer access in the sub-basement.

It's not too late to join me.

To run? I'm not going to do that.

You do you, man.

The Architect: Prepare to run your rootkit scripts.

Three, two, one, execute.

Ready for your big day, Lonnie?

I do believe I am, Warden.

Break emergency, requesting an emergency autopatch relay to 911.

Did you see the mother? Tom: Dead end.

She thinks her son got what he deserved.

Emergency patch from switching control. It's Aram.

Look, I have to go, but I'm gonna make a few calls.

See what I can find out. This isn't over.

Aram? The Architect has control

of the convention. I count six mercs, heavily armed.

- Where are you? - I don't know exactly.

But I'm gonna switch this radio to tone,

so you can trace my signal.

Aram, Agents Ressler and Navabi are in the area.

- We're on our way. - Okay, they're here, they're here.

Hands, keep them up!

Keep them up!

Find where he's transmitting from.

Get the location to Ressler and tell him to breach.

Well, you're a man of many skills, mister...

Well, whoever you are, I need those skills.

Count me out.

Like him?

I know who you are.

And that you're willing to kill me if you have to.

You don't know who I am.

And I am not someone who's going to help you commit a crime.

I'm not going to help you.

Samar!

Get down, grenade!

Liz, hey. What did you find?

When Richard Game confessed to your murder,

he'd been sick for years.

He had a virus called Jenkins-Fowler.

So what?

So it's incredibly contagious.

He lived under constant quarantine.

Well, somebody talked Game into taking the fall for my murder.

His phone calls were monitored.

His letters were screened.

Every interaction was supervised by Prison Doctors.

So maybe it was one of them.

Or maybe it was the one person

allowed unsupervised visitation with Game.

His mother.

She lied to me.

The team breached. There's been an explosion.

Ressler: Thanks. No sign of Aram.

Must have been taken hostage.

Which means he's still alive. But for how long?

We have no leads on the Architect's plan.

Elise: Aram is the plan.

Where is he? Case number 91170086.

The us government v. Janet sutherland.

You might wanna look that up before pulling the trigger.

You gotta be kidding me.

All right. Samar: She cut a deal?

Full immunity. Cooper just sent over the plea agreement.

She's now an asset for the NSA.

You said, "Aram is the plan." What did you mean by that?

He won a contest. It was an audition to hack a tranche of softwares.

I couldn't crack it.

A software for what?

A control panel for some sort of facility,

sensor systems, RFID tracking, security doors.

- Do you know where? - The Architect,

he made them launch a cyber-attack

on a Power Grid in Southern Virginia.

Where in Southern Virginia?

I don't know.

Look around, though. This guy kills people.

Once he gets what he needs from Aram, he's gonna kill him, too.

I know you said you didn't want to be disturbed,

but you have a guest.

Not now. He said it's urgent.

I wouldn't have come if the circumstances

weren't extraordinary.

David, I need you to help me identify a depositor at the bank.

- You know the rules. - Yes,

and I have great respect for them.

Then you know I can't help you. Besides, I'm busy.

David, an account holder at your bank has stolen my money,

damaged my businesses and killed my associates.

I have the credit stick the depositor used

to finance this bit of nastiness,

but the data is encrypted and I can't access it.

I need your help. I need a name.

Is my jacket puckering?

- Come si dice "puckering"? - I need a name.

Levine: You know who the depositors are.

Complete privacy.

David, please.

Perhaps you don't recognize Polpetto.

The man is one of the great living artists.

He rarely does portraits.

He's very selective in who he portrays with his brush.

David, it's a painting.

What I'm talking about is life and death.

The last three paintings he's done,

one is hanging in the Whitney, one is in the Tate modern,

one is in the Pompidou.

I could be hanging in the Pompidou

if you would just get the hell out of my house.

Now, go, please.

I owe you an apology.

You can't come in here! I lied to you.

Get out.

I'm not Frank Carraro with Project Innocence.

I'm Christopher Hargrave.

The boy you convinced your son to say he killed.

I'll call the police. I know about the quarantine,

his illness, you were the only one who had unsupervised visitation.

I am warning you.

How much were you paid and by who?

You had a sick son who committed unspeakable crimes.

Letter come.

Special delivery.

Return address was a PO box in New York.

$100,000.

If Richard said he did something he didn't.

Your son gave the cops details about what happened to me.

Things that weren't in the papers.

I got a script.

What Richard was supposed to say.

Do you still have it?

The Architect.

According to Reddington,

he designs, constructs and executes the perfect crime.

You figured out what he's after in Southern Virginia.

Ressler: Freenville Correctional facility,

one of the most secure prisons in America,

home to Virginia's death row,

which is why they sent Lonnie Perkins there.

Cooper: The cop killer.

Ressler: And President of the Aryan revolutionary council.

Right now, they're the biggest white supremacist gang

in the Prison System.

Perkins is scheduled to be executed tonight.

You think this is all about breaking out Perkins?

The ARC is exactly the kind of organization

that would have the resources to hire the Architect.

Even if he took control of the prison's internal systems,

they're not just going to let Perkins walk out.

What's the Ace up his sleeve?

On my signal, you will execute a remote takeover

of the software controlling the internal operations of the prison.

Do you have any idea how many firewalls

are built into a system like that?

Twenty-six.

All disabled, thanks to a state-wide blackout we created.

Even if that's true, the prison's operating system

is physically segregated from the Internet.

Only way anyone could communicate with the software...

Is if someone inside the prison installed a back door.

I'd like the door open, please.

In case any of our visitors feel the need to step out for air.

It's locked. I didn't close it.

The Architect: Warden Mccaslin, honored guests of the state,

please direct your attention to guard tower 5.

Three,

two,

one.

It's gone. The tower, it's gone.

The breakout, it's started.

What did Cooper say?

A guard tower in Greenville has just been destroyed.

Any news about Aram?

The Architect: That was your second guard tower, Warden.

For the sake of those in the third, I do hope I have your attention.

Oh, God, I love the smell of oil paints.

Ah...

Almost more than gasoline.

Why are there certain toxic smells that just grab you that way?

Come si dice, er... "Kidnapping"?

You speak Italian? There was a girl.

Of course there was.

Tell Polpetto that I'm a great admirer of his work.

Not so much his nudes. They're a hair splayed for my taste.

And that I do apologize, but I require his services.

The Architect: What you're witnessing, Warden,

are solid titanium rods

- traveling at mach 7. - Who are you?

It's not important who I am.

What's important is that I have control of your prison.

Once you release Lonnie Perkins,

I will return that control to you.

That isn't going to happen.

The next rod will strike the room

where you and your guests are standing.

You have 30 seconds, Warden, to release Perkins.

The whole prison's locked down, sir. All personnel.

Sounds like you don't have much of a choice, Warden.

I can still have that man put a needle in your arm.

If I go down, you're going down with me.

Target acquired.

Prepare to fire on my mark.

Please, you can't do this.

Last chance, Warden.

Mach 7 leaves very little time for equivocation.

Let him go.

It's Cooper.

Cooper: Intersection of Mesa and Ridgeline road, get there now.

You have a location for the Architect?

And Aram.

He's reached out using a device he got from Janet sutherland.

That bitch?

She's sitting right here.

Hey, Samar.

Turns out your boyfriend picked up the remote code Cypher

during the attack.

It's meant to transmit data, which it's doing now.

The data is meaningless, but the signal is traceable.

He's sending an SOS.

The Architect: At the end of the hall is a door.

Once you pass through, turn left to 1A yard.

Cycle gate 13.

The Architect: Turn left, proceed 20 feet.

Two doors later you'll see "inprocessing."

Turn right.

Open the gate.

If I set him free, more innocent people are going to die.

Just open the gate.

Please, don't.

What is that?

Oh, that's... I don't... No, no, please, please...

What do you think you're doing?

Nothing... I just...

If you shoot me, you'll never be able to open the gate.

Just do it now.

Yes.

You can't do this.

I already have.

Aram: No, no, no.

Watch him. He's getting away!

Don't let him get away!

Alert local authorities.

A black suburban is going up Rridgeline Avenue, Southwest.

Look, if he leaves now, we lose him for good.

What are you doing?

He escapes, more people die.

Polpetto.

Reddington.

Oh, my goodness, this is tedious.

I'd give almost anything to have a scratch.

But seeing as how, given your profession, David,

you might be more inclined to squeeze them

rather than scratch them, I won't impose.

I'll just wait for the next break.

What's he...

Why is he painting your portrait?

I only brought him here to leverage you to kill him

unless you give me the name of the depositor

who has declared war,

but once I... properly introduced myself,

the little fella just lit right up.

I didn't fly him all the way here to paint your...

Where is my portrait?

He needed the canvas.

Turns out he's a huge fan of spaghetti westerns.

The anti-hero, the outlaw, you know.

That's quite enough.

- Out. - Shh!

He is the sweetest man.

It's going to break my heart to put a bullet in his head,

but that's what will happen unless you tell me

who at your bank is coming after me.

- You wouldn't. - I would.

In fact, what better way to assure my place in history.

The last portrait by a master, unfinished,

killed by his subject.

And you without a portrait at all. It's a shame.

My business is based on absolute privacy.

Okay, okay, okay. Just stop.

Give me the stick and I'll look into it.

But you have to promise, please, spare the man's life.

We'll see how the portrait turns out.

For Agent Ressler.

Hey.

Case files, Reven Wright's disappearance.

I thought Cooper said that inquiry was closed.

Not to me it isn't.

I just got off with the DC field office.

Perkins and the driver were stopped on I-274.

They're in custody now.

I told you you would be amazing.

You don't have to say that.

It's true.

I killed a man today.

And by killing him, I prevented us from interrogating him,

from getting information on his other cases and clients, victims.

Aram, you did the right thing.

She's the reason we were able to find you.

Hey, uh, Janet.

Uh...

I'm probably only alive because of you,

so thank you for that.

It doesn't make up for...

You know.

You should go.

Hey, Aram.

I am sorry.

Tom: Don't.

The mother?

She was paid $100,000 to convince her son to confess.

She admitted it, that's great.

Who paid her?

She doesn't know.

How is that possible?

She was paid in cash.

Half came in the script and half came after game was convicted.

A script?

It has every detail.

The color of the beach house.

The tear in the screen door.

The knife block where the murder weapon was found.

- The pajamas you were wearing. - Yeah.

The night light in the hall.

Is any of this accurate?

It has to be, right? I mean, I don't remember any of it.

You should show this to your mother.

She probably knows something.

No.

Her pain about losing her son seems real,

but Reddington says I can't trust her.

That if I tell her I'm her son,

I'll never get the answers I'm looking for.

Based on this, it seems like the only way you will is if you do.

I just want to know what was there to gain

from me disappearing.

And why was it so important

that someone confessed to my murder.

And whoever wrote this, what could they possibly want?

Yeah.

Harold, it troubles me that you're dissatisfied

with the results of our efforts.

Doing good for selfish reasons doesn't make you good.

It just makes you good at being selfish.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

You've never spoken of her around me, which of course, I understand.

But you've seemed anxious of late.

When someone you love is sick,

you don't need to shoulder that burden alone.

My daughter isn't a burden.

She's my greatest blessing.

I appreciate your concern,

but she's none of your business.

You want to know why those closest to you betray you?

Why you're alone and hunted?

It's because even when you try to do something good,

you cannot seem to understand where your selfishness ends

and other people's lives begin.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to people who love me.

Raymond.

It's levine.

David.

Is this some kind of test?

See if I would violate client confidentiality?

What did you find?

You know what I found.

David, the name of the account holder who paid Isabella Stone.

Who is it?

It's you, Raymond.

The money came from one of your accounts.

That's not possible.

You have been catastrophically compromised.

Forget having your testicles scratched.

You've been castrated.

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