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Previously

on "The Blacklist"...

I knew her

as Katarina Rostova,

one of her many names.

Many powerful people were

looking for your mother.

She was being hunted.

And she knew she needed

to disappear, to fade away.

As I feared would happen,

elements from Katarina's past

are circling Elizabeth like

a pack of wolves in the night.

I'm not sure Elizabeth

will ever be ready

to learn about

what you did to Katarina.

I need to control

the danger to Elizabeth.

I have built

a vast criminal network

predicated

on that very principle.

Katarina.

I've always helped you.

You were never

on my side.

I'm your mother.

A mother

protects her children.

I did protect you,

by hiding you.

And I didn't want you

to be hunted, too.

I love you, Masha.

You know you can't trust

that woman, right?

"That woman"

is my mother.

No, she's just using that

to exploit you.

If you hurt her,

we're done.

Whatever happened here,

it's over.

There's no sign

of Reddington or Keen.

No visible blood

or spent shell casings.

We can get a forensic team,

see what they find.

Do it, but my guess is,

we won't find anything.

Reddington probably had

his cleaners on standby.

He didn't kill her.

He wouldn't.

I mean, uh,

it is Mr. Reddington,

but, guys -- guys, still,

i-it's Liz's mother.

Agent Ressler,

any word from Keen?

No. Nothing.

When she called to tell me

what Reddington was going to do,

it was on Dembe's cell.

If she still has it,

she's not answering.

What about her phone?

She doesn't have it.

Reddington's people took it

and her service weapon

when they grabbed us.

You need to get

to her apartment.

Agent Mojtabai,

call Agnes' school,

find out whether Keen

picked her up.

You have reached

the voicemail box of...

Elizabeth Keen.

Hey, Liz, it's Merritt.

We got your message.

Yes, of course,

you know Agnes can always

come home with us after school.

I'm sure

Kelly will be thrilled.

Hope work goes well.

Next message.

Hey, Keen, it's me.

We need to talk.

Look, I'm not mad, okay?

But I'm worried about you.

Call me when you get this.

Next message.

All those years

searching for answers,

and you were right in front

of me the whole time.

For what it's worth,

I didn't know

what Dom was planning

in Belgrade.

I believe you.

But after, you let the world

believe the lie.

You dangled me out there,

let everyone think

I had the Archive.

And now I know why.

Because if they

were chasing me,

it meant they weren't

chasing you.

It's not quite

that simple.

You're N-13, aren't you?

You framed me.

You fed me to Townsend

as a patsy,

and Dominic knew

and helped you do it.

I could've helped you...

the way I always have.

Kept you one step ahead.

But staying safe

wasn't enough.

You needed answers.

Well, now you have them.

And now

they've destroyed you.

What if I promise never to tell

a soul what I've learned?

Well, that would be the last lie

you ever told.

Raymond,

we should go.

You think

this was a mistake?

You ask

a tactical question.

I see only

an ethical one.

No.

It was not a mistake,

but it was wrong.

Because of Elizabeth.

You've pushed her

too far.

I wonder.

Most of her clothes

are gone.

Where are you, Liz?

What are you doing?

Thank you, Mrs. Thomas.

And how would you like to pay

for the room this evening?

Cash.

You won't kill me.

You can't.

Why is that?

Because Elizabeth

would never forgive you.

You don't know a damn thing

about Elizabeth.

Oh, that's not true.

I've gotten to know her.

So, she left

her apartment.

What about Agnes?

I spoke to a woman

named Merritt Marks.

She took Agnes home

with her daughter after

school for a play date.

Now, Liz called her

a few hours ago,

saying she had to leave town

for a work emergency

and asked her to take Agnes

for a few days.

So we're nowhere.

We've lost track of Keen

and her mother.

She chose me.

She's helping me.

She has no idea

who you are.

Me? I'm her mother.

And even now,

there's a love there.

I can't let you leave.

My God.

I can't imagine what

this must be like for you.

Knowing you can't kill me

because of how much

Elizabeth loves her mother.

That's right.

Keen, Elizabeth.

It's just my gut, but I don't

think she left the city.

Thanks, Joe.

I appreciate your discretion.

Do you have any idea

how many favors I've called in

trying to find you?

He killed her.

Thank God you're okay.

Did you hear

what I said?

It was an execution.

We went to the park.

We couldn't find

any evidence.

That's why I'm here.

I have all the evidence

you need.

I can't imagine

what this must be like for you,

knowing you can't kill me

because of how much

Elizabeth loves her mother.

You saw it happen?

With my own eyes,

and I'll testify to it.

I don't care

what happens to me,

but he can't get away

with this.

Say something.

I-I'm thinking.

About what?

He murdered my mother.

The Russian spy who tried

to bleed him to death,

who had

your grandfather shot?

Who our intelligence bureaus

believe killed

at least a dozen American agents

for the KGB and the Cabal?

I know what she's done.

None of it justifies

her execution.

I'm not trying

to justify it.

Like hell you're not.

You're making excuses,

looking the other way,

like we've always done.

I was clear with Reddington your

mother was not to be harmed.

Well, he obviously took

that message to heart.

You know why he did it?

Because he could.

He knew that no one

on this task force

was gonna do anything

about it.

That's unfair.

It's the truth.

When he shot her,

I wanted to run,

just get Agnes and go

where nobody would find us.

But I'm here

because of you.

Because I thought maybe

you were the one person

who still cared

about what's right.

I won't be lectured by you

on professional ethics.

Reddington's out of control.

I know that.

I also know that

I can't take him down

without taking you down

with him.

I don't care anymore.

Then I'll care for you.

You kidnapped

your grandfather.

A felony kidnapping charge alone

is enough to destroy your life,

send you to prison,

sever any relationship you have

with your daughter.

You may be disgusted

by my silence, Agent Keen,

but you will benefit

from it.

Everywhere I go, there's a man

who insists on protecting me.

Elizabeth...

if you want out, go.

But I hope you'll think

about what we do here

before you decide.

It's over.

Maybe.

But I'm asking you...

talk to Reddington first.

What he did is inexcusable,

but if you talk to him,

if you could get him

to tell you why he did it,

it won't bring her back,

but it may start

the process of healing.

It won't.

But for you,

I'll consider it, sir.

If this is the last time

we see each other...

...for the first time, I wish

you would call me Harold.

Even when you know

I'm not gonna like it,

you've always

been honest with me.

Very few people have.

Thank you for that...

Harold.

Any luck?

No calls.

We're running taps on her cell

and apartment lines

and a third on the friend

she asked to watch Agnes...

If anyone can find me,

my money's on you.

You're here.

You look tired.

Does --

Does Mr. Cooper know --

Yeah, Cooper knows.

So you talked?

Talked? Yeah.

Communicated? Not so much.

Oh. Don't worry. I mean,

I know he's angry,

but in a day or two --

Look, I don't know

how to tell you this --

He's gonna let you

come back.

I don't want

to come back.

I wanted to tell you in person

that I...

have to step away

for a bit,

and so I'm not gonna see you

for a while, and...

I just want you to know

how grateful I am.

This is so hard.

-Whoa.

-Oh, wow. I'm so sorry.

No. Don't worry.

I'll just -- Uh, hang on.

I'll just grab

some paper towels.

Sure.

Coming.

It's just a part of life.

Watching the generation

ahead of you,

the people you care about,

grow old.

And at some point,

you start to...

do the mental work necessary

to prepare yourself

for the inevitable.

And yet, I'm afraid

I stand here, Marvin...

woefully unprepared.

There's no way you could

prepare for this, Raymond.

Dom didn't die

of old age.

He was taken from you.

House won't be worth much.

It's a relic from another time,

like he was.

You should bulldoze

the house.

Yeah.

Skip, the house has

incredible emotional value.

Mr. Reddington has no interest

in bulldozing --

Well, ultimately,

it's not my decision.

The house belongs

to Elizabeth now.

Well, why do you say

bulldoze it?

Well, the value's in the land,

not the house.

You said there's five acres.

You subdivide.

You put up a quarter-acre

McMansion on each lot.

McMansion?

Take my advice --

stop while you're behind.

I must say,

it sounds pretty awful, Skip.

But send me a proposal.

I'll forward it on.

God knows

if it were up to me,

given my recent bouts

with mortality,

I find myself more and more

in the liquidation phase.

You are not going

anywhere.

As your lawyer,

I forbid it.

But while

we're on the subject...

You want to know

if I still intend to leave

most everything of mine

to Elizabeth?

Agent Keen. What brings you

down to the dungeon?

Hey, Mark.

Uh, Agent Mojtabai's

running

some urgent wire taps,

and he asked me

to drop this off for him.

Whoa.

You don't see that every day.

What do you got going on?

Same as always.

Causing trouble for

the worst of the worst.

I figured

you couldn't tell me.

Hang on.

Should be just a few minutes.

You don't want me

to change your will?

Even after she took sides

against you?

Okay. So, today, she opposes me,

maybe tomorrow.

But not forever.

Look at Dom and I.

There were years

when he hated me.

Many more bad years

than good.

And yet, in the end, we...

...found our way

to each other.

It's Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

I told you

what would happen

if you hurt my mother.

Where are you?

You killed her.

In the park. I saw it.

I know what you saw,

and it wasn't everything

you thought you saw.

I told Cooper I'm done.

I'm taking Agnes,

and we're leaving,

and you're gonna

let us go.

Not until we talk.

We're talking now.

Not like this.

There's a lake

near Dom's house.

I'm scattering his ashes there

this afternoon.

Meet us at the house,

and we can talk on the way.

And if after our talk,

you still feel the same,

you can say your goodbyes

to us both.

-When?

2:00 p.m.

Is that a yes?

I'll be there.

You see, Marvin?

It may feel at times

like the end,

but our story

isn't over yet.

There you go.

Careful, now.

Thanks. Wish us luck.

You won't need it. I don't know

who your target is,

but if you use that

the right way,

he won't know

what hit him.

Keen. Keen.

How'd you find me?

Doesn't matter.

The point is, I did.

If Cooper sent you to ask me

to come back, I'm not doing it.

Okay, first of all,

he didn't ask me to.

He doesn't even know I'm here.

And, second, I agree.

I don't think

you should come back.

Is that

what you came to say?

Come on. I came to say

you're both right.

Charging Reddington

isn't an option

if it means that

you go down with him.

But...you coming

back to work,

like nothing ever happened,

well, it's also

not an option.

I gotta go.

Keen, what are you

even doing here?

I mean, you left your apartment,

you parked Agnes with --

-That's temporary.

-Until what?

-What's going on with your car?

-Nothing. Just...

the passenger door

was sticking a little bit.

You want me

to take a look?

No. I fixed it.

I know you. We've been

partners a long time,

which is why I know

that you have no intention

of letting this rest.

I'm worried about you.

Join the club.

You, Cooper, Reddington,

the whole crew

can just sit around and talk

about what's best for Liz Keen.

That's not fair.

Look, I care about you,

and there's nothing wrong

with me saying that.

Are we done?

Like I said, I gotta go.

Yeah.

We're done...Allison.

How'd you know that?

My alias?

You got drunk one night.

Wing Yee.

You told me.

So that's how you found me.

I'm gonna miss celebrating

your birthday there.

Ressler.

I'll think

about what you said.

I promise.

I'm glad you came.

We have a lot

to talk about.

What's your plan?

To try and sell me half-truths

that I can never verify or...

to confuse me

with double-speak?

There is an explanation.

No.

Only a confession.

I watched you kill her.

And before you try to "explain"

how you didn't...

My God.

I can't imagine what

this must be like for you.

Knowing you can't kill me

because of how much

Elizabeth loves her mother.

My mother prepared me

for this moment.

She gave me all the proof

I would ever need.

If you came to play me

that recording,

you've done it.

You can take it and go.

Or you can stay while we lay

your grandfather to rest...

and perhaps have

a conversation.

Fine.

You ride with me.

We'll talk on the way.

Good idea.

Dembe and I will go ahead,

and we'll meet you at the lake.

Dembe...

Traveler is down.

We need a mobile triage.

Come on.

No more than a 10-mile radius

outside 236 Glenellen.

Outside Sharptown.

Get in.

Listen to me.

You are not allowed to die.

Do you hear me?

Okay, hang in. Hang in.

Whatever happens...

he loves you.

You know that, right?

You chose that woman

over him,

and he still wants

to leave everything to you.

"That woman"

was my mother.

And he killed her.

And I don't want

anything from him.

What the hell

are you doing here?!

You're on call

for an emergency.

At a mobile unit. Not here.

This is a public emergency room.

How am I supposed to --

I spoke to the Colonel.

Closest mobile unit's

17 minutes out.

He needs help now.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll handle it.

Mr. Cooper.

I need your help.

I'm sorry,

but I can't.

We're trying

to help your friend,

but to do that,

we need your help.

He doesn't have

insurance.

And that's fine, but he has to

have personal information.

Family history.

List of medications.

And as I explained

to Miss Keats,

I can only share those details

with his attending physician.

Yeah, well, his

attending doesn't enter

him into my system.

I don't want him

in your system.

Please. Mr. Vaughn.

What's really going on here?

Who is that man?

Who are you?

A spiritual advisor.

What kind of spiritual advisor

carries a gun in a hospital?

Dembe. How is he?

Not good.

They're doing tests now.

Who are you? Another one

of his spiritual advisors?

No. I'm the Assistant Director

of the FBI.

And I need you to get your

security team up here right now.

Tell them

to secure this floor.

Lock it down.

Woman,

are you out of your mind?

Yes.

You want

to murder Reddington?

I already tried

to murder him.

I need your help

to finish the job.

And why exactly

would I do that?

Because you know

he's gonna kill you anyway.

That's why

you're working with him.

He threatened your life,

forced you to turn on me.

What do you think

happens to you

when you're no longer

of use to him?

Esi, I understand.

If you don't want to do it,

I'll figure something out.

But...

I'm gonna kill him

with or without your help.

-How?

-The "how" is the easy part.

I got to get to him first.

You know where he is?

Everhart Memorial Hospital.

In lockdown. Surrounded

by an army of FBI agents

and protective detail.

Being assisted

by hospital security

who have every inch of

that building secure with CCTV.

Not to mention his body man

and the security team

which is undoubtedly en route

if not already there.

Let me.

What?

I can get to him.

Reddington trusts me.

I'm part of his team.

He'll kill you

if he finds out.

Didn't you just say

he was gonna kill me anyway?

Yes.

I don't doubt it.

His threats to me

were very real,

and I'd rather

get this done

than be dragged into the grave

with him.

Okay.

Here's what I was thinking.

Our best option is to just

lean into the truth.

All it'll take is one call

to cause pandemonium.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.

What's going on?

Gib Horn.

Deputy US Marshal.

An anonymous caller

gave us a credible tip

you have a fugitive

on site.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Don't play dumb with me.

Raymond Reddington.

Where is he?

Now, the Marshals

will cause a diversion,

but we're still

fighting the clock

because everyone in Reddington's

inner circle

is working to move him

as fast as they can

from the hospital

to a secure site.

Yes, he's medicated

and under observation,

but he's not stable enough

to be moved.

Well, he's certainly

not safe here.

Which is why you shouldn't have

brought him here to begin with.

We didn't have a choice.

No. What we have

is a protocol.

Sir, we have

a situation.

He's a fugitive, so

he's our responsibility.

Not if we're guarding him.

What does that even mean,

"guarding him"?

Guarding what?

Harold Cooper.

What the hell is going on?

Gib Horn, US Marshals.

I'm here to take

the top fugitive from your

Most Wanted list into custody.

Is that gonna

be a problem?

That's...complicated.

How about

you uncomplicate it?

Our other ticking clock

is Aram.

Who's Aram?

He's a very smart

colleague of mine.

I got my hands

on the weapon

by using one of

his requisition forms,

and it's not gonna

take him long

to figure out

something's wrong.

Yes, I'm positive.

Meaning no, I didn't request it.

Could you just please

check the logs for me?

Okay.

Hold on just one second.

Say we call in the Marshals

and they cause this whole mess

and say your Aram friend

doesn't figure out

that you've stolen

military-grade explosives

from the FBI

requisition locker...

and say, just for

the sake of argument,

that I do get inside

that hospital,

we're still gonna

have to come up

with some cock-and-bull story

in order

for Reddington's guards

to let me anywhere near him.

That's the beauty of it.

We don't need a story.

All you have to do

is tell them the truth.

What exactly is the truth?

Dembe,

she won't tell me,

but she says

that it's urgent

and that she needs

to speak to you directly.

Esi, the Feds

have cleared the floor.

They're not even letting the

Marshals see him, let alone you.

I don't care what you all

want to believe or not.

I'm telling you --

Elizabeth Keen

is on her way here now

to murder Raymond Reddington.

No, that's not

what I'm saying.

We're not even confirming

he's here.

I'm not asking you to

confirm whether he's here.

I know he's here, otherwise you

wouldn't have cleared the floor.

What I'm asking is,

is what JTTF you work for?

Then get her

out of the meeting.

I don't care who she's with.

Tell her Harold Cooper

has a mission request

that's urgent priority.

The reason he can't verify

is because we're off book.

Well, somebody sure as hell

calls the shots.

Okay, I-I've got DOJ

on the line.

If you give me

just a few minutes.

Deacon just spoke

to Judge Wolf.

Court order

is in the works.

Okay, hold on.

I'll hold, until my court order

comes through.

Then we're taking Reddington

whether you like it or not.

Cynthia. It's me. I need you

to make a phone call.

Talk to me.

She came to me,

said she needed my help.

Said she was

gonna kill him.

Elizabeth said this?

Yes. She sounded crazy.

She said something about her

mother, how he killed her,

how she couldn't let him

get away with it.

Okay. Calm down.

There are police everywhere.

He's well-protected.

You don't get it.

She knows he's here.

She told me to come see you

to get her his location.

Elizabeth is coming here?

Come on. She'll never even

make it past the perimeter.

Don't underestimate

Elizabeth.

Get back downstairs.

Tell me exactly

what she's planning.

I don't know, only that

she wanted me to be her eyes,

said she wanted me to give her

his room number.

Let me see your phone.

Esi. Hey.

What's going on?

Liz, if you're gonna do it,

you gotta do it now.

Is it clear?

Yes. Just like you said.

They cleared the floor.

He's in room 312.

You gotta hurry.

I'm already

in the building.

Liz, you gotta

get here now.

I'm in the east stairwell,

headed your way.

Get out. Go.

And, Esi...thank you.

Bud, Elizabeth is in

the building. East stairwell.

Do not leave his side.

What do you mean?

What requisition form?

From my desk. Liz used it to

withdraw 16 ounces of Semtex

from our requisition lockup

at 10:42 this morning.

Meaning --

She's coming for Reddington.

Alright, Aram,

get here now.

Park, notify Cooper.

Keen's coming

for Reddington.

I know.

She's in the building now.

How do you know that?

We need to move Raymond.

He's not safe.

Park, tell Cooper we need

to mobilize the Medevac unit.

We got to get Reddington

out of here.

Now.

Why? What happened?

Keen is in the building.

It's okay.

Go to sleep.

It's just a dream.

What's going on?

Who are you?

Esi Jackson.

Dembe asked me to stay here

with Mr. Reddington.

Alright. You gotta go.

It's not safe.

Park, where we

on that Medevac?

No. Wait. She --

-You gotta go. Now.

Agent Ressler.

Pilot just arrived.

Get Reddington

to the helipad.

Alright. Copy that.

We're on our way.

Donald...

What the hell's that?

Is that thing

what I think it is?

Hey! You --

Go. Now. Get out.

Park, I need a bomb squad

in unit 312 now.

Where is she?

She was never here.

Donald, what --

You finished all of them?

Every worksheet?

Oh, that's fantastic, honey.

You want to know

what else is fantastic?

After today,

Mommy's not gonna

have to leave for work

ever again.

Okay, whatever's going on

at the hospital,

that is some bull.

What a silly question, Agnes.

Wrap it up.

We gotta talk.

What do you think I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna be with you.

I just have to take care

of one last thing,

and then I'm coming

to get you, okay?

Goodbye, munchkin.

Mama loves you very much.

"Munchkin" is right,

because we are somewhere

over some kind of rainbow.

What'd you find out?

Not a damn thing.

What do you mean?

We heard the explosion.

What I mean is what I mean.

I don't know.

I mean, I do know.

He couldn't have survived.

But no one would confirm it.

You know the whole

"if a tree fell,

did anyone hear it" thing?

Well, this is like that.

Except this is a bomb,

and people definitely heard it.

Okay. Tell me again.

Is there a possibility

that anyone

other than Reddington

was hurt?

Not if your plan

would have worked,

but your agent friend --

Yeah, the agent

you said went back

into the room --

is there any way

he made it out in time?

I don't think so.

I'm sorry.

Was he a good friend?

Hello.

Are you at the hospital?

Agent Keen.

Aram, are you there?

If by "there," you mean

at the scene of your crime?

Yes. I'm there.

And Reddington,

i-is he --

Do not ask me to bear witness

to what you have done.

So...he's dead.

I know about

the requisition form,

how you forged

my signature.

Thanks to you,

I am a co-conspirator

to attempted murder.

Did you say "attempted"?

I looked it up.

I mean, I knew what it was,

but I thought I would just,

you know, double-check.

I could go to jail for life.

For each count.

Each count?

That is two

life sentences,

and with my luck, they won't

even be served concurrently.

Aram, listen to me. You got to

tell me exactly what happened.

Mr. Reddington survived.

And Ressler?

The doctors

are with him now.

But he's gonna be okay?

Aram!

I was just

thinking, um...

next time I see you...

you'll be under arrest.

You saved

Reddington's life.

Is that a compliment

or a criticism?

And possibly the lives

of everyone on this floor.

I just --

I can't understand

how Liz could've been okay

with -- with any of this.

I don't think she was.

I think she knew full well

the protocols

that would kick into place would

leave Reddington vulnerable,

and I'm sure once forensics

are run on the explosive device,

it'll indicate

the blast radius

was limited

to Reddington's room.

And that's okay?

Absolutely not.

Just because I don't believe

she intended to hurt anyone else

doesn't mean I think it's okay

she tried to kill Reddington.

What's the prognosis,

Doc?

Eh, some of the lacerations

will require stitches,

and I've ordered a CT scan

to check for internal bleeding,

but all things considered,

I'd say you're

in miraculously good shape.

Huh. Pretty hot.

The Marshal wants a word.

The warrant.

If he got it, it's over.

I think it's over

either way.

I assume that's

your court order.

It should be.

But?

But you've got

some serious juice.

A cease-and-desist order

from the Deputy AG herself

and a gag order.

My entire team's

gonna have to sign NDAs,

make like this

never happened.

It's nothing personal.

I appreciate your needing to dot

your I's and cross your T's.

If I were in your position,

I would have done the same.

But you're not

in my position.

I'm here to arrest

a criminal.

You're protecting him.

Our task force

does good work.

I'm sure you do.

Sometimes.

But what that order tells me

is that you've got

a tiger by the tail,

and that means

for every job well done,

there's a corner that gets cut,

a rule that gets bent,

an I that doesn't

get dotted,

a T that doesn't

get crossed.

And...

nothing personal...

but if I was you,

I couldn't live

with myself.

Well,

this sure worked out.

Now we've got Reddington

after us and the FBI.

It's gonna be okay.

Really? How?

Because this, right here,

this is about as not okay

as I've ever felt.

86 bodies.

What?

A few years ago,

Reddington's cleaner

unearthed the bodies

of 86 people he'd killed.

Handed them over

to the FBI.

Evidence of 86 murders.

And he's still out there.

I've seen how he does it.

Stays one step ahead.

I know how he does it.

And we can do it, too.

Dembe, it's me.

Put him on.

Admit it.

When you thought I was gone,

you realized how dull

life would be without me.

If by "dull", you mean normal,

then, yes.

And it was

very peaceful.

What do you want?

I want to thank you.

You told me to think

like a criminal,

and now I am one.

You prepared me for this.

Maybe because you knew

it was inevitable,

but because you did, I'm ready

and I'm coming for you.

That would be

such a mistake.

I don't think so.

You're sick, you're old.

You're an easy target.

Yes, I have

my liabilities.

But then, of course,

I have so many assets.

Well, I have something

you'll never have.

And what is that?

I'm willing to kill you.

You don't have it in you

to kill me,

and you never will,

and that's why

I'm gonna win.

What a terrible waste

of your life.

Maybe.

But it's my life.

Keen.

Are you okay?

You shouldn't be here.

I spoke to Aram, and when

he told me you'd been hurt --

You know we're gonna have

to come after you, right?

When I thought

you wouldn't make it...

Ouch.

I'm sorry.

Well, you should be.

You nearly killed me.

I know.

And when I thought

I had...

...nothing else mattered.

I'm a fugitive again...

and you have to come for me,

but before you do,

before I start running...

I need a rest.

Even if it's just

for one night.

Will you let me do that?

I need help.

About what happened

with Katarina.

Help me understand

why you did it.

The truth is,

after all these years,

I'm not sure I...

understand

all of it myself.

Harold, um...

I know how you feel

about Elizabeth.

Yet...you killed

her mother.

How could you do that

to someone you love?

What you did to her,

what you did to...Katarina,

I don't think Elizabeth

will ever forgive you for it.

She might.

Some day.

But before then...

I fear she may...

do something that...

...she can never

recover from.

And of all the tragedies

that you and I have

experienced together,

that would be

the most tragic.

We have to do...

...do everything in our power

to prevent that from happening.

I agree.

Good.

But...

how do we even start?

By putting Elizabeth Keen

at the top of the Blacklist.