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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

LIZ: Karakurt.

We know you're working
for the Cabal.

How was the virus delivered?

You've been set up.

You infected the Senator,
and now they will come
for you.

RESSLER: Suspect's name is
Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.

As of today,
she is a fugitive.

REDDINGTON: Dembe's missing.

Where is Raymond Reddington?

So be it.

We're going to die in here.

What would you do
to help Elizabeth Keen?

Anything.

WOMAN: I'm happy to report
your funds have cleared,
Gerald.

You'll have full use
of the penthouse
suite until 9:00 a.m.

That's when the clean-up
crew arrives.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Thank you.
I can't tell you...

Oh, you don't have
to say anything.

I'm terribly sorry
for your loss.

This man's drugs
ate my son alive.

And now you'll deliver
payment in kind.

Shall we wake him?

The hour of vengeance
has arrived.

The road to healing
begins tonight.

What happens next
is up to you.

Oh, and if you find
that you can't
finish your meal,

we've provided
takeout bags
in the kitchen.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

CAUL: You know him?

REDDINGTON: No.

Neither did I.

Had to dig out
my agency Rolodex

to find someone
who recognized him.

Name's Matias Solomon.
Real lone wolf.

He was CIA?

Asset only.

In Ethiopia.

Until he joined
the Eritrean War.

Solomon committed atrocities
on the battlefield so vulgar

even the CIA
disavowed him.

I need you to
find him, Leonard.

I appreciate you wanting
to help your associate,

but Solomon's been
MIA for a decade...

Dembe is more than an
associate to me.

Please find him.

(KEYS JANGLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Excuse me.

Who are...

REDDINGTON: Aram.

Surprise.

What are you doing
in my apartment?

And who was that guy?

I'm sorry for the intrusion.

I'm here because
I need your help.

Where's Agent Keen?
Something's happened to her,
hasn't it?

Yes, thank God.

I got a shower for the
first time in days.

(LIZ CHUCKLES)

I'm so happy to see you.

Not many people
are these days.

Okay. I probably
shouldn't say this,

but you look fantastic!

Aram, we're looking
for a woman.

She calls herself
the Djinn.

A matchmaker of sorts,
who pairs clients with
what they most desire.

Greed. Lust. Revenge.

They say she can make
any fantasy come true.

LIZ: We have a web address.

There are encryptions
we can't decipher.

I know this is
asking a lot.

But we wouldn't come to you
if Reddington didn't believe

that this Djinn
might be helpful
in clearing my name.

If I agree to help,

I'll have to let
Agent Ressler know.

We're in a symbiotic
relationship.

By helping us,
Agent Ressler
keeps us close.

I have to believe Ressler
wants the truth about
who attacked our country

just as much as we do.
If that's true,

he'll accept help
anywhere he can get it.

He wouldn't take it from Tom.

What? Tom...
I don't understand.

He knows you're in trouble.
He came and offered to help.

Agent Ressler
turned him down.

The Djinn.
We need to find the Djinn.

You want to help Keen?
This is how you do it.
Find Karakurt.

The Cabal hired him
to do what she's
being framed for.

The OREA bombing,
the senator's murder.

Yeah, I know Karakurt.
He's Russian garbage.

Probably hitting
some strip club in
St. Petersburg right now.

Karakurt betrayed
his country.

If he went back to Russia,
the FSB would
shoot him on sight.

My intel says
he's had extensive
plastic surgery.

He's trying to
change his identity.

Says here
you had him in custody
and you let him go.

It also says Karakurt's
sister is married
to Charlie Volkens.

Violent, unstable.
He runs a crime ring
in the Rust Belt.

Word is that's where
Karakurt's laying low.

Why come to me? Hmm?

Your boy Ressler
told me to hit the highway.

Donald Ressler
is a fine agent.

Within the rules,
he'll do everything possible

to find Elizabeth
and the truth.

You don't think
that'll be enough?
Maybe.

But given what
we're up against,
I'm willing to...

Throw out the rule book.

Bend the bindings a little.

All right.
So what's the FBI
doing about this?

I assume their
entire focus is on
Reddington and Keen.

You assume.
Don't you know?

I'm on leave
from the task force
while they investigate

my part in the shooting
of Tom Connolly.

So this isn't
a sanctioned op.

No. I'm asking you

to figure out
a way to infiltrate
the crime ring

that may be
protecting Karakurt.

If you're caught,
if something happens,

you're on your own.

ARAM: I had
no knowledge of this.

I walked in
and they were just there.

RESSLER: We have
a confirmed sighting.

I live at
the Nottingham Apartments.

Tell MPD to shut down
a five-block radius
around Adams Morgan.

Reset the checkpoints
and notify all agencies.

Run it into the ground.

I know you think
she's innocent.

But you did
the right thing
coming forward.

Mr. Reddington asked me to.

Why would he do that?

Because he needs our help
finding the Djinn.

Who's the Djinn?

ARAM: The kidnap and rape
of a British princess.

The mauling death
of a big-game poacher

locked in a lion's cage.

The vivisection
of a drug dealer
while he was eaten alive.

According to Mr. Reddington,

these are not random acts
of perverse cruelty.

Each was
a revenge fantasy,

planned and provided
by a woman known
only as the Djinn.

The Djinn?
You mean, like, a genie?

All I know is
they believe she can help
clear Agent Keen's name.

The Djinn apparently
grants your deepest,
darkest wish.

If you can imagine it
and pay for it,
she'll make it happen.

How do you
contact this Djinn?

ARAM: Right.
In the early days of the web,

a virtual fantasy world
was created online
to connect people

of all ages from
around the world.

The technology was
quickly obsolete,

but the site was
never taken down.

Today, it is a hidden oasis
for freaks and weirdos.

No digital signatures,
Tor-encrypted on the dark web,

it offers anonymity

for new clients
to contact the Djinn.

Once you locate her avatar,

the Djinn invites you
into a private room,

where you give her your name
and bank account. That's it.

You sign off,
the Djinn verifies
your financial resources.

If she likes what she sees,

she contacts you directly
to set a meeting.

I don't buy it.
If they're trying
to prove Keen's innocence,

why go after some
high-priced vigilante?

SAMAR: And if that's not
what they're trying to prove,

why risk everything
asking for Aram's help?

Why do any of
what they've done?

A troll farmer,
a counterfeiter,

a company that launders money
for the Cabal. Now this Djinn.

It doesn't make sense.

They're fugitives,
but they're not running.

They're searching.

But if not for
Keen's innocence,
then what for?

Well, we know they're trying
to set up a meeting.

But we have to find out
where and when.

If we find the Djinn first,
maybe we can intercept them.

Cross-reference
all her known cases.

Look for the IP addresses,

how her clients
communicated with her,

anything that
can provide a clue
to her identity.

You did it.

No. You did.

Your hour of vengeance
has arrived.

The road to healing
begins now.

What happens next
is up to you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Allah teaches
us forgiveness,

but some things,

they're unforgivable.

Do you have to
torture me, too?

I'm preparing
for my next interrogation.

With a spoon?

I counted four men.
You might get two
before they kill you.

So be it.

When Solomon figures out
he can't break me,

he'll go after my daughter,
her little girl.

Whatever it takes
to find Raymond.

If I'm dead, they're safe.

SAMAR: I found a link.

The revenge fantasies
arranged by the Djinn
occurred around the world.

But two of them drove down
the earnings of one company.

How?
Well, it seems cannibalism

isn't good for business.

The victim's body was
found in a dumpster
outside the hotel,

wrapped in hotel towels.
Now, no one wants
to sleep there.

Just like no one wants
to fly a certain airline
in South America.

It went bankrupt
after a hijacking
planned by the Djinn.

Azeri Financial is
a majority shareholder

in both the airline
and the hotel.

It's a private holding
company in New York.

Two is hardly a pattern.
Maybe it's just
a coincidence.

It could be.
But it's not. Aram?

That is Bahram Bakhash,

the owner and CEO
of Azeri Financial.

SAMAR: The abduction
took place two hours ago.

So far there have been
no ransom demands.

If someone hired
this Djinn

to bankrupt Azeri Financial,
we need a motive.

And, more importantly,
what does any of this
have to do with Keen?

I am not courageous.

Only the poor have courage.

Why?

Because they are hopeless.

To get up every morning

to plow a potato field
in wartime,

to bring kids

with no prospects
into the world.

To live poor,

that takes courage.

(SIGHS)

I forget the next line.

You're a terrible actor.

(LAUGHS)

There's nothing wrong
with my performance.

It's the play.

Bertolt Brecht uses
the alienation effect

to create emotional distance
from the audience.

I don't know.

So why did you
produce his play?

I was completely swept up
in the idealism of
the theater owner.

A pipe-smoking cream puff
of a German named Gerta.

She read Mother Courage
to me aloud,

the whole play
in one sitting.

A brilliant exploration
of the politics of war

and those who profit from it.

Sadly, it was 1991
and audiences were
going in droves to see Cats.

Gerta lost every penny
of my investment,

but she remains
grateful to this day.

Her theater is ours
as long as we need it.

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

It's the Djinn.
We have a meeting point.

A bench in Astoria Park.
Tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.

When she arrives,
keep her in the open
until I move in.

This woman, the Djinn,

you've said she can help,
but you haven't said how.

I have reason to believe that
at least two of the people

she's catered to
are powerful members
of the Cabal.

And if we can get to her,
we can get to them.

In case we lose
visual contact,

you'll be wearing
a tracking device.

If you're thinking of
reaching out to him, don't.

Now that he's on
the FBI's radar,

they're likely monitoring
any communications.

This is important, Lizzy.

Promise me
you won't call him.

I promise.

We should get some rest.

WAITRESS:
She hasn't called yet.

More tea?
Sure.

SAMAR: Do you know anyone
who would want to
hurt your father?

No.

No one. He's a devout man,
respected. With many friends.

When did you see him last?

Here. This morning.
He called a board meeting

to discuss
a hostile takeover.

How hostile?

The Newcastle Venture Group
is an investment firm.

They made an aggressive
buyout proposal.

Which your father opposed?

Yes. He wants the company
to stay in the family.

In his absence,
would the board
approve of the buyout?

Buyout proposals happen
all the time.

No one gets kidnapped
because of them.

Look, my father raised
my sister Nasim and me

after our mother
was killed by a bomb
during the Iran-Iraq War.

He's everything to us.

Please, find our father.

Bring him back to us.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN: Nice to make your
acquaintance, Elizabeth.

If you'll be so kind as
to follow my instructions,

we'll be having
a lovely visit in no time.

First, I'll need you
to leave your cell phone.

Opposite you,
there's a gap in the fence.

Follow the path
until you find some
portable restrooms.

Walk there now and enter
the one on the right.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

MAN: Police!

You, don't move!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Get there now!

(REDDINGTON GROANS)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

WOMAN:
You did well, Elizabeth.

For my privacy
and your safety,
I'm turning off the lights.

Wait. Where are we going?

Enjoy the ride.
I'll have a cup
of hot tea waiting.

I've called everyone.
It's as if he just vanished.

There's been no demand
for a ransom or anything,
just silence.

What can I do, Hamid?
I feel so helpless.

I've put out a reward
for any information,

and the FBI assures me
they're doing everything
they can.

They want to talk to you.
I'll text you their number.

Yes, of course.
Anything I can do to help.

I'll finish up
what I'm doing here
and then call them.

(SPEAKS FARSI)

That was Hamid.

He's worried
about you, Father.

He should be.

I know this may seem
barbaric to you,

but no more so than
what you did to me.

(SCREAMS)

Elizabeth.
Thank you for enduring
my security measures.

Please, take off your shoes,
get comfortable.

It's not often I'm contacted
by an international fugitive.

We do our homework.

Why don't you tell me
your fantasy and let's see
if we can help.

If...
Not all wishes are granted.

We help at our discretion.

I want revenge.

You have my full attention.

I was framed.

I want the people
who did this to admit it

and pay for
what they've done.

I don't believe that.

It's what I want.

I'm sure it is.

You wouldn't be
human if it wasn't.

But I'm not interested

in what you want.

I'm interested in
what you deeply desire.

I can sense that
death and vengeance

aren't what drive you,
Elizabeth.

Or feed your soul.

What does?

A lost world, I suspect.
Another life.

Why don't you tell me
about that fantasy,

and maybe I can help you.

If you can't face your truths,
I can't be of service.

My car will return you
to Astoria Park.

I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

Hamid's right.

I can't think of anyone
who'd want to
harm my father.

He's a good man.
Your father's company...

I have nothing to do
with the company.

The Newcastle Venture Group.

We understand
they're mounting
a hostile takeover.

Did your father ever
mention them to you?

No. I don't think so.

We know that it's a front,

but we don't know
who's behind it yet.

Your father never
mentioned them?

My father never talks
business with me.

Surely you must know
how that is, Samar Navabi.

I know how that is.

But I took control of my life
a long time ago.

(SCOFFS)

Then you're braver than I.

(KNOCKS)
Nasim?

(CONTINUES KNOCKING)

Nasim?

Forgive me for intruding.

(GROANS WEAKLY)

Nasim?

Hamid.

There you are.

Have you heard anything
about Father?

It's gonna be okay.

The FBI are doing
everything they can.

I know nothing else
matters right now,
but I need your advice.

You're the only one
who values it.

The board members,
they're nervous.

They were nervous even
before Father was abducted.

Quarterly earnings,
share value,
and now with him gone...

I've tried to
convince them to wait,

that to decide
the fate of the company

at a time like this is insane.

But they won't listen.

I want him to be proud of me.

Father groomed you
to be his successor
because he trusts you.

He has confidence in you.

The board will listen to you.
It's a fair offer. Take it.

It should have been you,
running the company.

The bias, the prejudice,

he should have
seen past it.

I just pray they find him.

Your turn, chief.

Not so fast.
Lift your pant leg up.
The right one.

Let's see what's in the sock.

I had to give 'em something.
They made me.

(YELLS)

Okay, that's enough!

Raise your hands!
Face to the wall!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(BONE CRACKS)

You didn't have to
hit me that hard.
That wasn't part of the plan.

Get his weapon.

(KEYS JANGLE)

Wait!

(HORN HONKING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

LIZ: Hi.
Um, I'm sorry, is this...

It's you,
calling for the guy.

Yeah.
I can't believe it.

He was hoping you'd call.
He wanted me to
give you this number.

Lizzy?

What is it?

555-0013.

When he comes back
do you want me to...

(DIAL TONE)

What happened with the Djinn?
We tracked you
to the warehouse,

but then you were gone,
and the tracking
signal left the city.

She had guards,
so I couldn't ask her
about the Cabal.

I gave her the story,
but she didn't believe
I was being honest.

She wanted to know
my real fantasy.

So...

Well, I didn't say anything.
I put the bug on her shoe.

What is your fantasy?

It's been the same thing for
as long as I can remember.

I'm walking in a park
with my husband.

In between us is
our little girl.

I'm holding
her hand in mine.

And I never let go.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Thanks to your
shoe switcheroo,

apparently we have
an address for the Djinn.

(LAUGHS)

Hi there.
Is your mommy home?

You're not the Djinn.

What are you doing?

Looking at the classifieds.

"Tuba mouthpiece for sale"?

This number will lead us
to Reddington.

Thanks.
All I wanted to hear.

(GROANS)

(HORN HONKING)

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERS)

You followed me.

What's the Djinn's name?

Is that why you
came to me?

So that I'd give up
the Djinn?

I won't do that.

Let's forget about
the Djinn for a moment.

I'd be more intrigued
to hear about you, Alice.

I'm sure you have
a story to tell.

I love stories.

I used to work
the convention circuit.

Standing next to
supercars all day
in heels and short shorts.

As a brand ambassador,
you're trained to
answer questions

and push product.

The Djinn found me
through an agency
I worked with.

Most of her clients are men.

They enjoy
a little eye candy.

When I started,
the Djinn scripted
every word I said.

But I guess
I had a knack
for reading people,

knowing their desires.

In time,
I became the face
of the operation.

I imagine selling fantasies
is a very profitable business,

one you are clearly not
profiting from.

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

The Range Rover
in the driveway,

those diamond earrings,
your shoes.

Your aspirations clearly
exceed your reality.

I've been preparing to quit.
I have more than enough money.

Oh, lies on top of
pretense, my dear.

You haven't quit because
you enjoy the power.

There's no shame in that.

(CHUCKLES)
Do I look ashamed?

(CHUCKLES) No, you do not.

It appears we're all good
at reading people. What fun.

But Alice,
I don't think you see

that we have
an opportunity here

to make both
of our fantasies come true.

The Djinn is a middleman
I believe you've outgrown.

Tell me his name,
tell me all about him,

and I'll get him
out of your way.

You can launch
your own operation.

Maybe one
that's a little more

optimistic and constructive

than the present
business model.

I even have your first
client all lined up.

So, this Djinn.

Tell me.

(GASPING)

That's your chest collapsing,
that feeling.

Asphyxiation will be next.

Your suffering
is almost over.

I wish the same
could be said for mine.

I did what I had to

to keep you alive.

You did what you did
because you couldn't
stand to look at me.

Well I'm making you
look at me now.

Look at me, Father!

Your company is gone.

Hamid and the board
sold it to the Newcastle
Venture Group.

That's not possible.

You know, for years,

I had dreamt of ways
to get my revenge on you.

So many fantasies
swimming in my head.

So many that they
gave birth to a business.

As a Djinn,
I make people's
fantasies come true.

You have no idea
how much people will pay

to experience
their darkest desires.

And I've been
collecting that money

so that one day,

I could live out
my own fantasy.

Guess what day it is, Father?

You said I was unfit
to run a company.

Now I own one.

Yours.

Newcastle Venture Group
is mine.

I figured it out.
I had to go through
six pass-throughs

and two loan-outs
in the Caymans, but...

Aram.
Oh, um...

You look nice today.

Aram. What did
you figure out?

Right.
The Newcastle Venture Group.
Nasim Bakhash controls it.

Bahram's daughter.

And the board of
Azeri Financial

just approved
the buyout offer.

That only happened because
Bahram wasn't there
to oppose it.

That's what this is,
her revenge fantasy.

She's getting
back at her father
for cutting her out.

That's why she kidnapped him.

And the only question is,
has she killed him yet?

Aram, get an address,
get units en route, now.

Found my way
into the crime ring.

"New York's
Hottest Bachelors"?

Page 32.

Asher Sutton?
I don't know who that is.

He's my fast pass
to finding Karakurt.

How does the only child
of a billionaire resort owner

get you anywhere near
the crime syndicate
where Karakurt's hiding?

Trust me. It does.

I believe we've
already established
that I don't trust you.

I believe we've
also established
that you need me.

Look, if this world
where Karakurt is hiding
were easy to get to,

I'd have gotten there myself.

If this Asher kid somehow
has access to it,

what makes you think
he's gonna take you there?

Because he's got a weakness
for street life.

Hustlers, players,

anybody who has to fight
for their money.

Go on.

Asher spends
most of his nights

at an underground
casino in New York.

All I need
is a good story.

Graduated Princeton.
Summers in the Hamptons.

Maybe you should tell him
how you learned to
channel Lady Luck

in college during that
weekend bender
in Sag Harbor.

Sag Harbor, okay. Yeah.

Yeah, you know what?
I remember that weekend.

You know, it was my junior...
No, it was my sophomore year.

And my roommate
at Princeton, Sammy...

Sammy? I don't think so.

Right. Not Sammy...

Samuel. His parents
had a beach house
in Sag Harbor

that he said was flush
with bikinis every summer.

So, come July,
we want to get lucky, right?

So we hit the beach
and like Samuel said,
scores of girls,

but the problem is,
they're all high school girls.

Right? Jail bait.
Fifteen will get you
10 to 20,

you know what I'm saying?

So, forget it.
We just drink every night.

You know, make the most
of our fleeting youth,

and on the last day,
we hit the beach
one more time.

And there lies
the most beautiful
college girl you've ever seen.

I mean ever.

But it's two guys.
It's one girl.

So I strike first.
I sit down,
I start talking to her.

And she says she's hungry.

So I get up,
I go to the...

...Sagg General to buy her
a cappuccino muffin.

But when I come back...

...there's Samuel
lying on top of her,

and their lips are locked
like a jigsaw puzzle,
you know what I mean?

So, I do the death march
back to my towel.

I'm just gonna sleep off
the rest of my hangover,

you know,
forget about this day.

But I can't sleep.

Because I've got
something hard stuck
under my head, right?

So I reach under my towel...

...and you're never gonna
believe what I find

lost in the sand.

I go back to school
the next day

with a $12,000
Bulgari on my wrist,

and Samuel, he goes back
with a brand new cold sore.

Oh.

That's the day
that I learned that luck

is just what you make of it.

That's a dope watch,
Mr. Wainwright.

You have a good evening.
And good luck
in there tonight.

Hey, let's hope.

LIZ: Alice was right.
No guards.

What? What is it?
You've been quiet
ever since we left Alice.

Is it Dembe?

It's your fantasy.

What about it?

It's as it should be.

REDDINGTON: Look at that.

Pinned like a swallowtail.

(GROANS)

Oh my.

No, no, no.
Let's not fuss
with that now.

Our priority is
to find Nasim.

He won't be alive.
Look at him,
he needs medical attention.

I'm not sure we should
start the party before
the hostess arrives,

but so be it.

Yes, hello,
I need an ambulance.
A man's dying on a cross.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Aram, we're
five minutes out.

That's good,
because a 911 call

was just placed
from Nasim's home.

And the caller
was Mr. Reddington.

Are you positive?
Voice analysis confirmed it.

(SIREN WAILING)

Reddington.
He's already there.

Nasim, there you are.
Please, come in.

We have much to discuss,
and time is a factor.

What do you want?

To offer my sympathies.

I know who you are.

And I know
who you are, Nasim.

What a beautiful name.
It means "Breeze" in Farsi.

But you weren't
born Nasim.

You were born Nasir,
"The Victorious."

How ironic. But a boy.
A perfectly healthy boy.

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

Alice told us the story.

We know you're the Djinn.

This must be your father,
the butcher.

Tell me, Bahram,
was it so horrific

to discover your
19-year-old son,

your eldest son, was gay?

So horrific that
you forced him,

against his will,
to go under the knife,

change his gender,

to give you a daughter instead
of your son who is gay.

Clerics accept.

People can get
trapped in the body
of the wrong sex.

The law says...

I wasn't trapped.

I liked my body.
I liked men.

I wanted to
protect you, Nasim.

They could have
killed you...

For being gay.

They're so homophobic
that being gay is
a hideous crime,

but chopping off
a man's penis isn't?

Honestly, is it just me,

or is the human race,

armed with religion,
poisoned by prejudice,

and absolutely frantic
with hatred and fear,

galloping pell-mell back
to the Dark Ages?

Who on earth is hurt
by a little girl

going to school or
a child being gay?

Let's be frank, Bahram.

You didn't change your son
to protect him.

You changed him
because he disgusted you.

(BREATHING UNEVENLY)

That's not true.

You violated my body
without consent.

You sliced out my identity
and discarded it as waste.

You cursed me to live
the rest of my life

as a second-class citizen,

despite being
a first-born son.

(SIRENS WAILING)

We're running out of time.
Get what you came for
and let's go.

What did you come for?

A leather journal.
Hand-written.

With the names of
all your clients

and their Adventures
in Wonderland.

But I suggest
you find it fast,

before the
authorities outside

break down your door.

What did you do?

As a general rule,

I'm against
the militarization

of America's
police forces,

but I needed an army,
so there they are.

I've prepared an escape
for Elizabeth and I,

and there's room
for you, too.

But the price
for your freedom
is one leather journal.

Now who's the Djinn?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERS)

Agents Navabi and Ressler.
Where we at?

We've set the perimeter.

Our fourth side is water,
and we're waiting
for harbor units.

No sign of the targets.

They're in there.
I want a full layout
of that property

and position teams
to cover all the exits.

NAVABI: Yes, sir.

(SAFE BEEPING)
I should have
never agreed to this.

Risking everything,
for what?

Another list of names?
How valuable can they be?

All part of the master plan
to clear your name,
I assure you.

Helicopters.

Not even you can
get us out of this.

You want to know
my fantasy, Nasim?

To escape
a hopeless police
standoff in style

with two sensational women
on my arms.

Shall we?

(SCOFFS) Yeah.

Well, you can't
have everything.

We're gonna
breach on my command.
SWAT will follow.

Reddington
and Keen are inside.

They're armed and...
Lieutenant, are you listening?

That chopper...
What about it?

It's not mine.
Reddington.

Let's go now! Move! Move!

Welcome aboard, Elizabeth.

Excellent!

I gave you the journal!
I kept my end of the deal!

Your deal was with him!

Women.

♪ Oh, here comes trouble

♪ Put your helmet on,
we'll be heading for a fall

♪ Yeah, the whole
thing's gonna blow

♪ And the devil's
got my number

♪ It's long overdue,
he'll come looking soon

♪ Yeah, the whole
thing's gonna blow

♪ Oh, here comes trouble

♪ These people talk too much,
need to shut 'em up

♪ Yeah, I'd rather be alone

♪ Can you,
can you feel that rumble?

♪ All this borrowed time,
it's been running out

♪ It's the ending of the show

It was empty
when I found it.

Just like
the rest of the building.

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah, I know now

♪ Yeah

♪ Everything's gonna be okay

He was here.

♪ Oh, I keep telling myself,

♪ "Don't worry, be happy"...

Mr. Solomon.

I'm in New York City.

I know how to
locate Reddington.

♪ Oh, I keep telling myself,

♪ "Don't worry, be happy"

♪ Oh, you keep
telling yourself ♪

We caught a predator.
You should be proud.

That journal had names,
dates, locations.

The DOJ's going to
close dozens of cases.

There was one page torn out.

The one that
Reddington wanted.

Whatever he's doing,
he's gonna get her killed.

You can't save her.
You shouldn't even try.

Liz made a choice to kill
the attorney general.

She said it was the only way
that she could stop him.

I've stopped men
the same way, and I'm
ready to pay the price.

Liz needs to be ready, too.

Nobody made her
pull that trigger.

So I go back to school
the next day

with a $12,000 Bulgari
on my wrist.

Samuel, he goes back
with a brand new
cold sore. Right?

And that's the day
that I learned

that luck is
what you make of it.

Blow on that for me.
Thank you very much.

One more seven!

(EXCLAIMING)

(INDISTINCT)

♪ "Everything's
gonna be okay" ♪

Have a good night.

Oh, you're good.

What's that?

You switched the dice

while you were showing
off your fake watch.

That's a clever misdirect,
but the house dice

are in your right pocket.

Have another drink, pal.

Oh, no, no.

You won't make it
to the front door
if I don't want you to.

The Sagg General
wasn't selling
cappuccino muffins

when you were in college,
if you even went to college.

What do you want?

Oh, I want to
take you to dinner.

You're a fascinating
character, Mr. Wainwright.

Or whatever your
name actually is.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Yeah.
LIZ: Tom?

You called Wing Yee's.
I was hoping you would.

I can't believe
you came back.

Of course I came back.

As soon as I heard,
I came back.
Are you all right?

You had a plan.

The boat...

I wish you'd come with me.

I know you went to Ressler
and offered to help.

Yeah, I did,
and I'm gonna do
everything I can.

Listen, Tom,
you don't have to do this.

I do have to do this.

You said you wanted
out of this life.

Out of the secrets
and the lies and the risk.

I don't want to be the one
to drag you back into this.

You're not. You haven't.

Listen, Tom,
you don't understand.

I have done so many
terrible things.

I have hurt so many people.

I don't care
what you've done. Liz,
I know who you are.

I took that for granted
for a long time,

but I don't now.

So you're right.
I do have plans.
I'm coming to save you.

Tom, listen...

It's too late, Liz.
I'm already in.

In where? Where are you?
What have you done?

I gotta go. I love you.

So what's good around here?

Follow me.