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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

I got a job.

Boston?
You're gonna move to...

We're gonna move to Boston.

I'm pregnant.
I assume Tom is the father?

I know you want to believe
that our work is done,

but it's not.

I'm thinking about giving
the baby up for adoption.

Why would you do that?

My life is so
filled with death.

How can I bring a child
into that world?

TOM: The job fell through.

Reddington.

Doesn't matter.
I'll figure
something else out.

I'm not a threat
to your safety, Lizzy.
Or your child's.

But I cannot do
that if you run away.

You're the only reason
I need protection.

LIZ: If you could
please call me.

It's about giving up my child.

(SIREN WAILS)

(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS)

Mr. Eriksson,
so sorry for the wait.

If you follow me...

Happy, baby, what's wrong?

Wait outside.
No! Happy, let's just go!

(GUN SHOTS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

No, no.

No, Rafael, please.

(GASPING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

That was Peter.

The Vacarros are gathering.

Listen to me.
I don't care if
they see it coming.

I don't care if you send them
engraved invitations

to their own funerals.

Dad wants them hit,
and he wants
Rafael Vacarro found.

Today.

Gentlemen.

You must be lost, friend.

Oh, my. Certainly not, Dag.

May I call you Dag?
And Gregor.

Please accept my
deepest condolences

for the tragedy
that has befallen
your beloved brother.

Who the hell are you?

A friend.
Here to see your father.

My father's
not seeing anyone.

Oh, he'll see me.

This symbol, I saw it once.

Said to be the mark
of the man who can do
the impossible.

I was so very sorry
to hear about your son.

Perhaps I could be
of some assistance.

What kind of assistance?

I fear this child
may be lost.

I'm here to help
you save the others.

JOSEPHINE: Raymond,

I know that you're always
going to do

what you believe is
the right thing to do.

But I don't ever
want you to think

that you have to
change your plans
on my account.

REDDINGTON:
Plans change.

Between Seoul, Moscow,
then back to Beijing,
then Shanghai?

It would have been
a month and a half.

I canceled it.

I wanted to
bring you something.

JOSEPHINE: Oh, Raymond...

REDDINGTON:
What good is a collection
if it doesn't grow?

(JOSEPHINE CHUCKLES)

It's beautiful.

REDDINGTON:
It's German, pre-war.

Survived
the Allied bombings in '45.

A miracle.

What is it?

I'm getting married.

Do you love him?

I love you.

You don't have
to explain, Liz.

Whatever reason you have
for giving your child
up for adoption,

I'm sure it's a good one.

When Tom and I were looking
to start a family,

you gave us all
the information
about the birth mother.

Will you be giving
prospective parents
information about me?

Couples looking
to adopt know

children often come from
difficult backgrounds.

And that's okay
even in an open adoption?

I mean,
I would need
to see the child.

That makes it more difficult,
but not impossible.

Whatever a mother's issues,
they're rarely held against
the child.

You'll fill out
a questionnaire,

which I'll make available
to prospective parents.

At the same time,
you'll be able

to look at their
profiles online.

And if we both swipe right,
we're hooked up for life?

If you and Tom swipe right.

He does have a say in this.

Yeah, of course. Um...

This is a decision
that we have to
make together and...

I mean,
he would be here
if he didn't

have to be away
for work right now.

Excuse me.
Where's your restroom?

Gina.

Why are you doing this?
(GRUNTS)

"Hey, Jacob, how you doing?
It was nice to hear
from you too."

It wasn't nice to
hear from you,

and I want to know
why you reached out.

I see your new home
is a work in progress.

What colors are
you considering?

You know,
I usually like people to

enter my apartment
after I'm in it.

Have you ever heard
of the Promnestria?

No. Is he here, too?

It's a term
the ancient Greeks used
to describe a matchmaker.

A negotiator.

In this case,
a man who brings together
warring crime families

through mutual
self-interest,

leverage or violence
if necessary.

My mother.
Was she still alive
when I was placed with Sam?

Yes.
Why did she do it?

I let myself in because
the situation is urgent.

On Wall Street,
a well-planned merger
can return a windfall profit.

Criminal enterprises
are no different.

The Promnestria
convinces sworn enemies

that there is more profit
in friendship.

In return,
he gets a percentage
of the new venture.

He only surfaces

when he sees an opportunity
for enormous financial gain.

And I'm afraid he's resurfaced

to unite two
very lethal enemies.

How did my mother die?

As I said,
the matter is urgent.

LIZ: Mads Eriksson runs
a criminal conglomerate
with his three sons.

Or at least he did.

Hans Eriksson, aka Happy,
who later died,

was shot in
a New York restaurant

by Rafael Vacarro,
son of Daniel Vacarro.

Patriarch of
the Vacarro Consortium.

They transported
the heroin processed
by the Erikssons until 2003,

when they had a falling out
over a hijacked shipment.

Each family blamed the other.

And Gregor Eriksson was shot,
then Vacarro's
nephew was killed.

RESSLER: If these
organizations do merge,

they'd rival
the Mexican cartels

for the majority of the drugs
trafficking on the east coast.

COOPER: Start with the DEA.

Find out what they know
about a merger.

Pull every tap,
listen to every call.

If either side
has said so much

as a hello to
this Promnestria,

I wanna know about it.

I'm gonna throw
you a baby shower.

Oh, Samar...
All I need is a guest list.

And whether you want
brunch or dinner,

co-ed or single sex
and where you're registered.

I'm not registered.

Okay, I'm going
to talk to the DEA,

and you're going to go
to Swag4mommy.com

and hunt for
some cute onesies.

Swag4mommy.com?

Who are you?
A Jewish mother.

Part of my Mossad training.

ALISTAIR: Darlings,
wonderful news.

Mr. Eriksson
and Mr. Vacarro are open

to hearing about
our merger proposal.

(DOG GROWLS)

I agree.

I've promised a solution,
and we must deliver.

(GROWLS)

Yes, we will need
to be very creative.

(GROWLS)

What's that?

No, no, no, no, no.
Say again?

(GROWLS)

(CHUCKLING)

Oh, my...

It's a brilliant idea.

Marilyn, you are
a hopeless romantic.

Here. That's for you.

(LAUGHS)

You. You've been
no help whatsoever.

GINA: That's why you
want in on this?

For her? Your phony wife.

We're not married.

The mark you dumped me for?

She's pregnant.

We're having a kid.
So, yeah,
I'm doing this for Liz.

(CHUCKLES)
You expect me to hire you,

so you and the woman
who sent me to prison

can live happily ever after
in the South of France?

You can think
whatever you want, Gina,

and I don't blame you
for thinking the worst,
but I need the job.

All right?
I need the money.

(SCOFFS)

The Major has
been looking for you

ever since
you left him for dead
with those neo-Nazis.

This is his op.
I work for him.

You honestly
expect me to bring you
on and not tell The Major?

You know what he'll do to me
if he finds out?

I never should've called,
all right?

I was desperate
and I thought...

"Gee, let me call
the girl I dumped

"to see if she can help
with the girl I knocked up?"

It was nice seeing you.

The take is $22 million.

Split six ways.

You'll have to
split your share
with the missus.

TUCKER: Where are you
getting your intel?

A confidential source.
I see.

So, the DEA
is supposed hand over
all our surveillance,

but you get to play it
close to the vest?

Look, we can be
allies or enemies.

We're asking for help,
not demanding it.

And we're sharing
what we know.

Our information
is that a merger of
the families was proposed.

Proposed by who?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

I mean, you know these guys.
Who could make the peace?

Peace?
With Happy getting popped?

If you weren't
talking about peace,

I'd be prepping
for an escalation,

which is what I
should be doing.
(CELLPHONE VIBRATES)

Tucker.

You're kidding me, right?
When?

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Mads and Danny
rolled in an hour ago.

We also got a hit
on Vacarro's wire.

We think they're gonna meet.

Guess that makes us allies.

Lot of people out here.
Are you sure about your intel?

TUCKER: You're questioning
my intel,

but you didn't know
your own partner
was a Russian spy?

Yeah, 'cause I'm not.

You're no agent either,
comrade,

so I don't know what
you're doing here.

Come on,
she's just a pregnant lady
taking photos.

There's nothing
wrong with that.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

I've got a 20
on Danny Vacarro.

East side,
walking to the corner.

Yeah.
Eriksson coming
in from the south.

Say cheese.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

DANNY:
I didn't think you'd come.

MADS: The Promnestria's
reputation precedes him.

I've got men all
around the park.

DANNY: Yeah, me, too.

(STATIC)
What is this, the mob?

DANNY: Seeing as how your boy
made the first move.

Like father, like son.

(TAPPING)

That's him.
You guys seeing this?

Look, we need to hear
what's going on in there.

(DOOR OPENS)

Gentlemen, join us. Please.

I'm not drinking with him.

(CHUCKLES)

(DOG GROWLS)
ALISTAIR: Please.

You say you can
save my children.

You have five minutes
to tell me how.

Navabi,
get ears in there now.

Every successful
merger is based on

a recognition of
mutual interest, yes?

Merger?

That's it?
That's your proposal?
That we merge our businesses?

If I can get
close to the windows,

I might be able
to catch something.

If we don't actually
hear them conspiring,
we've got nothing.

Your organizations
both value family.

It's your
greatest strength and

the source of your
greatest friction.

So, remove the friction.

Stop the bloodshed
by joining the bloodlines.

Your youngest son
and your youngest daughter

bound in marriage.

(BOTH LAUGH)

MADS: Guess you can do
the impossible.

Find something
we can agree on.

This marriage
will never happen.

ALISTAIR:
This marriage must happen.

Before your falling out,

you controlled 65%
of the drug trade
on the eastern seaboard.

Now you control 22%.

You may not want to merge.

But if you don't,
you'll be out of business.

Hey, my daughter
is not a commodity

to use in
a business negotiation.

Studies show that love,
satisfaction and commitment

are equally common
in both arranged
and love-based marriages.

So, I am confident that
my proposal

can result in happiness
and financial reward.

What you're proposing
requires trust.

We have none.

None of my clients do.

Which is why you,
like all my clients,

must swear to
uphold and enforce

not only this merger,
but all mergers
brokered with my assistance.

Here is my client list.

They are powerful
and well-armed.

Should either of you
betray the other,

they will destroy
your families.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

You'll want some time
to think it over.

I do hope you see the merit
in my proposal.

We do so love a wedding.

Yes, we do.

Yes, we do. Yes, we do.

What you're talking
about isn't a job,
it's a suicide mission.

Only two crews have targeted
Reinder-De Groot.

Both were slaughtered.

By Geert Klerken. I know.

But that was 12 years ago.

TOM: Which is why nobody
has been crazy enough
to try it since.

(GUN SHOTS)

GINA: Well, almost no one.

Over the past four months,
a crew of mine

has been lifting
a piece here, a piece there

from their showroom,
adding up to almost half
a million dollars.

Why would you
antagonize a psychopath
for $500,000?

To get his attention.

Reinder-De Groot
uses only the finest stones.

They're transferred
to a secure vault
and basement workrooms

where they're
placed in settings

and shipped to stores
all around the world.

You want into those workrooms.

I'm getting in.

All I need is a pretty face
to help me get there.

Know where I can
find one of those?

Remember the jazz club
you took me to,

in that little
cave in Saint-Germain?

We should go there
right now.

No, it closed.

When did it close?

Six months ago.

My gosh, it's been that long?

I can protect you.

All you need to do
is ask.

You know what I need?

I need you to
take me to Amorino.

Buy me a stracciatella,

and then maybe
I'll give you a bite.

Raymond, we have arrived.

REDDINGTON: Oh.

Hello, Lizzy.
You have the photo?

Yeah, good luck
getting an ID.

The DEA had nothing.
Facial recognition
was a bust.

CSU swept for prints,
but it's an active business.

They pulled
hundreds of latents.

Running those will take time
we don't have.

Your law enforcement
agencies love

their gadgets
and their sweeps.

The FBI admitted
to spending, what,

$1 billion
on facial-recognition
software?

Which means they spent
at least $3 billion.

Honestly, if I paid taxes,
I'd be outraged.

Rogelio!

Como esta?

Bien. Raymond!
(CHUCKLES)

Hey, hola, Dembe.

What happened to your arm?

Snowboarding.

This man.
I want him found.

For you, Raymond?
Claro que si.

Right now, hotel maids,
cooks, waiters and valets
all over the city

are receiving
that photo and will be
searching for our target.

People who do all
the cooking, cleaning,

washing, carrying and parking.

They have access
to everything.

You may recall I once

had the opportunity
to broker the sale

of Rembrandt's
Storm on the Sea of Galilee.

You mean do I
remember you being in

possession of
a stolen masterpiece?

Yeah, I recall that.

The man who actually
stole the painting?

Rogelio's cousin
was his gardener.
How is Tony?

Deported. Last month.
Oh.

Dembe will give you
the number of our man
in Calexico.

He just built
a fabulous tunnel.

We'll have Tony back
by this time next week.

Many thanks, my friend.

Your fee and a bonus
for the first person to
spot our man.

RESSLER: How the hell did
Reddington find this guy?

He's like a magician.
I hate magicians.

And lap dogs.
I mean,

I really hate lap dogs.

SAMAR: Aram,
what have you got?

All right, the money
for the room was wired

from a phony
overseas account,

but I do have
a cell number used to
book the reservation.

Mr. Cooper is expediting
a warrant for a tap.

Also,
according to the registry,

his name is
Maximiliano Cartier,

which, however awesome,
is obviously fake.

Speaking of registries,
Aram,

do you wanna go in on
a baby gift for Liz?

(CHUCKLES) Did she register
for common sense?

'Cause if she's down
for having Tom's kid,
she needs some.

I think it's romantic
to forgive someone
you love.

Even if they had
an insane error
in judgment

which gives you night sweats

and causes you to lose
nine pounds in a month.

I mean, it could, anyway.

In theory.

He's got company.

Mr. Vacarro has agreed
to move forward,
if you agree.

What about
the stumbling block?

I have a solution.

But I should warn you,
it will require you to
mislead your son.

ARAM: Hey, guys. Bad news.

The cell number
he used to book
the room is a burner.

Who is this guy?

You're asking me
to hurt my son.

But if I say no,
this war will kill him.

You have my permission.
(SIGHS)

My people are standing by.
It will be done today.

All right,
you stick with Eriksson.

I'll stay with Liberace
and the pooches.

You want our daughter
to marry an Eriksson?

No, it's not what I want.

But after two decades...

This won't change that.

We've agree that it will.

And this agreement
is enforceable.

By whom?

This man you just met?

He has the power
to keep the peace?

The killing has to stop.

And whatever
price we have to pay,
to make that happen...

I thought you
were mad 'cause I
scratched the car.

Alicia, baby.
We're not doing this.

Mamma.
I'm not a child anymore.

I know who we are.

All the funerals,
the sacrifices made
for this family.

I've always wondered
what I would have to do
to make a difference.

Maybe now I know.

RESSLER: He's still outside
at City Memorial.

He hasn't moved in
about 20 minutes.
ARAM: Why?

RESSLER: I don't know,
but maybe you can tell me.

Why don't you search patient
records, staff physicians,

anyone with the last name
Eriksson or Vacarro.

I'm looking, but hold on.
(BEEPING)

No, nothing.

Hang on, hang on.
He's moving.

Hey. (SMOOCHES)

ANNA: So, I think I have
an hour for lunch.

You know,
you won't have to work
once we're married.

Really? (CHUCKLES)
What if I want to?

(BEEPING)
Hang on. Anna Gardner.

She's Christopher Eriksson's
fiancee and a nurse at
City Memorial.

Christopher.
Which one is that?

ARAM: He's the youngest son.

That must be why
the Promnestria's there.

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Get out of the way! Move!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GUN SHOTS)

CHRISTOPHER: Anna!

Baby. (GASPING)

CHRISTOPHER: No, no, no...
FBI, FBI.

Hey, come here. Come here.

You're gonna be okay.

This is Mr. Fox,
our inside man.

Communications.
Security.

Our gemologist.
The driver.

Very friendly.

Gentlemen, we hit
Reinder-De Groot at 5:45,

15 minutes before
the security
swing shift arrives.

That's the window.
We get caught, we're dead.

Not arrested. Dead.

Okay, then.
Let's go to work.
(GUN CLICKS)

I got you
a little something.

Some might say
it's a disguise,

but I guess it's who
you really are.

(CHUCKLES)
It's my size.

Such a pretty face.

Christopher...

She's dead.

I know.

They came for me
and they got her.
We have to go after them.

Hard.

What we have to
do is make it stop.

CHRISTOPHER:
What does that mean?

Who are you?

You were at the hospital.

ALISTAIR: My dear boy,

I simply cannot convey

the depth of my condolences
for your senseless loss.

And killing a harmless girl.
A true innocent.

It's proof that
this conflict must end.

We have something to discuss.

LIZ: They said
they're interested?

WOMAN: Yes,
they're dying to meet you.

They're checking
their schedule,
but they said they wanna meet

as soon as possible.

Oh, that's perfect.

Ah...

Well, as soon as
you have the time,
just give me a call back.

Yes. Okay,
that's great, Levi,
I'll see you tomorrow.

Levi? How is your
impossibly gorgeous ex?

He asked me to dinner.
So, I'm going. It's nothing.

Have you decided
where to register?

Uh...

The burp rags can wait.
Uh...

What happened
at the hospital?

(SIGHS)

RESSLER: Her name was
Anna Gardner.

She was a nurse at
City Memorial

and Christopher
Eriksson's fiancee.

Why would the Promnestria
have Christopher killed?

All it does is
make his family hate
the Vacarros even more,

if that's possible.

REDDINGTON:
He wasn't after the son.

The fiancee was the target.

He's brokering a marriage.

Between these two families.
That's absurd.

LIZ: You really think
it's possible that

he had Christopher's
fiancee killed,

so Christopher
would be available
to marry a Vacarro.

Arranged marriages
have been a tool
of peacemaking

and empire building
for centuries.

It's still practiced
in many parts of Asia,
Africa, the Middle East.

Thousands of children
are forced into arranged
marriages every year,

often with judicial approval.

The Erikssons and
Vacarros are not

just families.
They're businesses.

This isn't about
love and marriage.

This is about
profit and loss.

The Promnestria
will require a meeting of
all family members

to formalize the arrangement.

Find that meeting
and you'll find him.

And how do you
propose we do that?

Funny you should ask, Harold.

Hello, Mads.

Raymond Reddington?

Your contact at
the Port of New Orleans.

Call him.

Confirm he received
an anonymous tip about
a DEA raid.

Saved you about $10 million
in lost inventory.

Do you have any cookies?

Ah...

It's me.

I'm told there was a raid.

And we're good.

These are yummy.

It's the nutmeg, isn't it?

I'll call you soon.

You tipped my people. Why?

Wedding present.
Oh.

You heard.

I respect the decision, Mads.

Difficult one, I'm sure,
but good for business.

Mazel tov.

My kid
is not happy about it.

What about you?

Danny Vacarro
for an in-law?

Talk about a labor of love.

Thank you for the tip,
Raymond.

The families,
theirs and ours,

we're getting
together tomorrow.

Be nice to have
a friendly face.

(CHUCKLES)

I'd rather die
than have an Eriksson
touch my little girl.

So will I.

But you're giving her away.

For what?

A business deal
that will never hold,
a war that will never end?

Oh, it will.

The Erikssons are all coming
to the celebration.

What are you saying?

We kill them tomorrow.

All of them.

We staged a DEA raid
so Reddington could tip off
the Erikssons.

In exchange,
he was supposed to get

us intel on
the families' meeting.

So, where the hell is he?

I can't get him
to call me back.

Okay, so I've been monitoring
the Promnestria's burner

and he just
placed a call to some

kind of personal assistant,
I think.

The call was made
to a residence in London

owned by
a Mr. Alistair Pitt.

So, Scotland Yard
pulled his taxes.

He's the right
age for our suspect.

Claims he's
a corporate consultant. Here.

And listen.

ALISTAIR: There's a dinner
tonight at the Greenwald
to formalize.

I'll need a car
to take us there at 7:00,

then directly to the airport.

Notify Ressler and Samar.

I want infiltration teams

at the Greenwald Hotel
as soon as possible.

Keen,
if Reddington reaches out,
don't take his call.

Mobile One. We've accessed
the hotel feeds.
All units report.

Eriksson is walking in now.

Gregor and Dag
are behind him.

Davenport, come back.

Security's tight.

No weapons, no phones.

On the Vacarro side,
I'm seeing Danny, Mariana,

no sign of Rafael.

He knows there's
an open warrant.

RESSLER: Warrant or not,
everybody who shows up tonight

is getting brought in
for questioning.
No exceptions.

You got approval for that?

Pitt murdered
an innocent woman.

When he shows,
we take them all.

TUCKER: Oh, look what
the cat dragged in.

Your fugitive-in-arms,
Comrade Rostova.

Don't call me that.

Davenport, we got a visual
on Raymond Reddington,
moving your way.

We're gonna breach.

Negative.
I repeat, negative.

Do not breach.

This is our op.
We breach now, we lose Pitt.

Look, we'll sweep him up
when we grab the others,

but only once we
see our target.

Oh, I really do
fancy this necklace.

And that ring.
Can I see?
Of course.

Where's the mirror?
It's over there.

It's very nice,
but it's about three zeroes

out of my budget.
(LAUGHS)

Oh, my God.

I have to have it.
(CHUCKLES)

I left the keys in the car.
Ugh.

Colin would kill me
if I got another one nicked.

Be back.
All right.

(GRUNTING)

Sir, release that woman!
GINA: Let go of me!

She's a thief.

Agent Brian Kelly, FBI.

This woman's part of
a gang that my team

has been investigating
for six months.

I knew it.
They owe me half a million.

My team is still somewhere
in the area.

Do you have somewhere
I can take her,
somewhere private?

Let's go.

I need to call
the rest of my squad
to secure the suspect.

Do you have
a back entrance we could use?

Meet the police at
the loading dock.
Let them in the back.

Suspect in custody.
Come in through the back.
Copy?

(STATIC)

Copy that. On our way.

Champagne?

Thank you, my dear.

MADS: Mr. Reddington.

I'm so honored
you were able to join us.

I'm a sucker
for mob weddings.

(LAUGHS)

What a night!

Raymond, right?

Mads tells me
you two have
business dealings?

I didn't know the two of you
were on a first name basis.

(SIGHS) We're doing
our best to forgive
and forget.

Hmm. There is some
good in the worst of us,

and some evil
in the best of us.

And when we discover this,

we are less prone to
hate our enemies.

To our enemies.
(CHUCKLES)

(GLASSES CLINK)

Hmm.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. Raymond,
if you'll excuse me.

All things considered,
Mom's a little cheery.

Keep an eye
on her and Danny

while I find
the happy couple.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

You loved her, didn't you?

Let me tell you a secret.

Love isn't a feeling,

it's a choice.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)
Ah.

Darling, come in.
Come, come.

I understand you two
have had an opportunity
to talk?

That's good.

Then we're agreed.

I've got eyes
on Reddington, Tucker.
Do I have the go or not?

Negative.

You know, I was told
to give you guys carte blanche

because you're
bringing down guys Justice

hasn't even heard of.

When I asked how you did it,
I never got a straight answer.

I think I know why.
You don't know anything.

I know he helped you
when you were a fugitive.

Well, what aren't you
telling me, Comrade Rostova?

I told you not
to call me that.

(GUN COCKS)

It's all here.

After I finish the toast,
when I raise my glass,

that's the signal.

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(GLASS DINGS)

Ladies and gentlemen.

As the father of the bride,
I'd like to say a few words.

So much of what has happened
between our families

has been wrong.
(WHISPERING)

And it's enough.

And if it takes my baby girl

to show me the path to peace,

so be it.

Mads, you have my guarantee

that no Vacarro
will ever break

the agreement that
we've made here today.

May they have the patience
to endure one more toast.

I am but a humble guest,

but please permit
me to raise a glass

to what I think
we all can agree is

the most improbable
yet consequential occasion.

What's he doing?

LIZ: He's trying to draw
the Promnestria out.

Love is a funny,
fickle thing.

A slippery slope.

Most weddings are
fraught with it.

This one, not so much.

This is business.

The brainchild of
a brilliant opportunist.

A broker of bonds,
a procurer of peace.

You would think being
singularly responsible

for this
evening's prenuptials,
he might take a bow.

Where is he?
Come now, don't be modest.

You do such astonishing,
despicable work.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Maybe, I think, it's enough.

I'm dying to
hear how he did it.

How he brought
you two jackals together.

How he got rid of
Christopher's fiancee, Anna.

How he lied to the boy,
let him believe

she was slaughtered
by the Vacarros,

only to turn
around and convince him

to marry into
the very family he despises.

What a telenovela!

What the hell are you...
No, no, no. Wait.

I want to hear
what he's saying.

I once spent
three weeks cooped up
in a motel in Zihuatanejo

just glued to the telenovela

Amorcito Corazon,
"My darling sweetheart."

This unlucky in love architect

who lost the love of her life
when she was 18

because of her
controlling father.

But perhaps I've cut
too close to the bone.

It was you, Mads,
who approved the hit,
isn't that right?

Dad, what is he talking about?
He's drunk.

Deceiving your son,
killing the love of his life.

They killed Anna.
You said so.

No, no, no.
We never touched that girl.

You are the animals
who operate like that, not us.

Oh, here we go.
Better than TV.

You killed her, didn't you?
For this?

You knew
I would never be
able to let her go.

We did it to save you,
for the good of the family.

Gentlemen. Everyone.

Please, please.

That's our target.
All teams on site, breach!
Breach now!

Do it now.

(GUNS COCKING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Grab the bride and groom.
Meet us at the car.

(GUN SHOTS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

DEA! Freeze!

Drop your weapon.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

It's just so you
could get to him?

That's what
this whole thing was about?

Might I suggest
we have this conversation
on the move?

She's not going anywhere.

For God sake.
I knew it.

He's your informant.

That's why you
have so much juice,
why they let you off.

Isn't that right,
Comrade Rostova?

I told you not
to call me that.

Comrade...
(GUN SHOT)

(LAUGHS)

Mr. Pitt and I have
a plane to catch.

We most certainly do not.

We'd be happy to drop you
somewhere safe along the way.

Do you wanna tell me
how many are on your team?

I've told you.
There's no team.

It was a mistake.
I was in a hurry

and I must've put
the ring in my pocket.

Would you mind
turning those off?

I'd be delighted.

Hey, we know your gang is
hitting jewelry stores
all over the city. All right?

I want names,
and I want 'em right now.

You wanna have a go?

I thought
you would never ask.

(GRUNTS)

(HANDCUFFS CLATTER)

Ohh!

That's for hitting me harder
than you're supposed to have.

What's that for?

The hell of it.

Come on, family man.
We have work to do.

Let's go.

LIZ: Hey, I just spoke
to the DA,

and he said he's
got enough evidence

to put both families
out of business.

Hey, what's wrong?
Nothing.

Did you ever get registered,
because Aram is asking...

Samar, what's wrong?

I had dinner with Levi.

He's engaged.

To a woman he met
a week after we broke up.

And it's fine,
we were never going to be...

It's just, um...

I don't know what I'm doing.

Forget it.
Let's just talk about the

shower and how
great it would be...

There's not
going to be a shower.

Why not?

Well,

I found this wonderful couple.

Josephine.

GABRIEL: Josephine,
open the door right now.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)
He knows.

He knows about us.
Josephine, open this door!

Where are you?

Our apartment,
Place St. Pierre.

Hurry, please.

He's insane.
GABRIEL: Open the door,
Joesphine!

Open the door!
(POUNDING CONTINUES)

Josephine.
(MOANS)

Josephine.
(MOANS)

Josephine?

You! Get out!

What are you gonna do?

Oh!
(GLASS SHATTERS)

Josephine? Josephine?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Josephine? No.

I bought this
flat four years ago

so that someday
I could bring you here.

To the scene of your crime.

Josephine Moliere.

Now, listen...

Josephine's father was
the most prolific

criminal arms dealer
in eastern Europe.

But for all his success,
he had a problem.

An enemy.

An aggressive and
lethal competitor
named Stockwell.

I had nothing to do with
what happened to
that poor girl.

Of course you did.

Perhaps not directly,
but very much by your hand.

You arranged a marriage.

The youngest Moliere daughter
to the only Stockwell son,

a burgeoning psychopath

with a long and troubling
history of violence.

To guarantee
peace and profit for all,

you arranged her marriage
to this man.

Please.

Don't... Don't do this.

I held her in my arms

and watched the life
disappear from her eyes.

You destroyed a creature

more beautiful than

you could ever comprehend.

(SHELL CASINGS CLATTER)

They're not coming.

There's been a bump.

They're rejecting my baby?

No, not exactly.

They still want the baby.

Oh, I see.

They're rejecting me.

But I thought
you said on the phone...

They hadn't put it together
that you were that
Elizabeth Keen.

I'm sorry, Liz,

but they'll only take
the baby if it's
a closed adoption.

Meaning, I would
never know my child?

My baby would
never know who I am?
I can't do that.

I underestimated
how difficult
this was gonna be.

But if you are intent on
giving up your child,

I think you to
have to accept that

you're not going to be able
to be in its life.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Josephine.

It's done.