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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

Reddington's
interest in this case.
What does he get?

REDDINGTON:
It just keeps getting worse.

There's not
going to be a shower.

Why not?

LIZ: I'm giving my
child up for adoption.

Why would you do that?

You and Tom
agree on something?

REDDINGTON: He wants you
to keep the baby.
LIZ: Yeah.

You expect me to hire you?

I need the job.

TOM: Only two crews have
targeted Reinder-De Groot.

Both were slaughtered.
GINA: By Geert Klerken.

But that was years ago.
(GUNSHOTS)

Let's go!

Thanks, boys.

(MACHINE GUN FIRE)

(DOOR OPENS)
(ALARM BEEPING)

RANDY: Yeah,
I'm just walking in now.
Hang on, hang on.

I got to turn
this thing off.
(BEEPING STOPS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Disarmed. Not ready to arm.

Yeah, I know. It talks.

Now, I'm telling you,
this new place is
state-of-the-art.

Just got the last
box out of storage.

So, as of tonight,
we are officially moved in.

Dude, relax. Okay?

We're better than fine.

We're growing faster
than 90% of the tech
start-ups in the country.

Yo, I gotta go.

Don't worry so much. Okay?

We worked hard to get here.
Let's at least
try to enjoy it.

(GRUNTING)

I agree.

It's so important
to enjoy your work.

(NECK CRACKS)

Say "cheese."

DR. BRIGGS: We're out of time.
He's going into
hypervolemic shock.

NIK: What do we know?
White male.

Approximately 30 years old.
Two gunshot wounds.

One to the left
upper extremity.

May have hit
the brachial artery.

What the hell did he do?

Genius dug one of
the bullets out himself.

Tom?
Tom?

You know this guy?

Not really.
Friend of a friend.

Yeah,
well, your friend's friend
is in a lot of trouble.

Paramedic who brought him in
notified the police.

They're sending detectives
to question him.

It's gonna be
a short conversation
if we don't hurry.

His pulse is dropping.

(THUNDER CRASHES)

LIZ: Where is he? Do you know?

He's not answering his cell.

I'm gonna take a shot
in the dark and assume
you mean Tom.

Did you hurt him?
And why would you
think that?

Because the last
time I spoke to him,

he told me we'd be free...

Of you.

I'm not your Tom problem,
Lizzy.

Tom is your Tom problem.

I'm sure he'll turn up
soon enough.

Why are we at an art exhibit?

Because Roberta Smith
at The Times said it was
worth a look.

And, it seemed like
a fitting spot

to introduce our
next adventure.

You're looking at
a crime scene photo.

It appeared
online a few hours ago,

along with
a breaking news bulletin

about the murder
of Randy Brenner

at his new home in Richmond.

The local
police are flummoxed.

It obviously
wasn't your typical

home invasion or
burglary gone wrong.

And wasn't a crime of passion.

It is, in fact,
to one somewhat
disturbed individual,

quite literally
a work of art.

Those who know
of his existence
call him Drexel.

Considers himself
a performance artist.

And like most
performance artists,

his work is a form
of social commentary.

Most performance artists
don't kill people

in service of their work.

Last winter he
murdered the owner of

one of the largest
CAFOs in Europe.

CAFO?

A controlled
animal feeding operation.

Hung the owner up on a hook,
like the cattle they butcher.

A little heavy-handed...
(LAUGHS)

Drexel does not employ
subtlety to get
his point across.

His work shows up
in unexpected locations.

Sometimes only
for a few hours.

And this man has fans?

People support him?

Yes. A small
but rabid following.

Death as entertainment.

Drexel makes them feel
part of something.

An underground
protest movement.

And how do you know
Drexel killed Randy Brenner?

Because he's advertising it.

According to Reddington,

this photo started circulating

two hours before
Randy Brenner's
body was discovered.

Which means the killer
probably took the photo.

So how did Reddington
get his hands on it?

It was published, online,

in an underground
zine called Rigby.

Apparently, they post about
all things underground.

Someone using
the handle Rimona
wrote an article

promoting Drexel's next show.

RESSLER: "Coming soon,
the next masterpiece
is already underway."

So Randy Brenner's murder
was one component

of some kind of art exhibit?

And this Drexel.

Nobody has any idea
who he is?

ARAM: Well,
there are rumors online.

An art professor,
a political journalist.

Some think
he's an urban myth.

Reddington's
looking for Rimona.

Apparently,
she's gonna have an exclusive
interview with Drexel

in next week's edition.
Fine.

In the meantime,
get out to the crime scene

before that body's removed.

(SIGHS)

Something up?

Tom didn't show up
for dinner last night.

And he's not
picking up his cell.

Probably just
a misunderstanding.
He'll turn up.

That's what Reddington says.

Look, I know your decision
to give up your
child for adoption

probably wasn't an easy one.

But given everything
you and Tom have
been through...

I get it.

And I want you to know
I'm here if you need anything.

LIZ: Did you tell Cooper
about the adoption?

You told me to cancel
the baby shower.

I told everyone.

Samar, why would you...

Are you upset?

Uh, no. I just hadn't
decided how I was gonna
tell the others.

You feel guilty.

You shouldn't.

Society has every
woman feeling like

her primary role
is to have a child.

It's not.
I don't want children.

I want a career.

Men can have both,
but for women

it's like having
two full-time jobs.

Liz, I'm...

I'm sorry that I overstepped,
I wasn't thinking.

But there's no shame
in your decision.

Detective Quinn,
Donald Ressler,

thanks for
holding down the fort.

You wanna
walk me through it?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Been stewing in his
own juices for a while.

Would've had the body
removed a while ago if
you hadn't called.

Who found him?

Guy's name's Adelson.
Joseph P.

Business partner
in some kind of start-up,

said they had plans
to work from
here this morning.

M.E.?
Best guess on cause,

someone snapped our
vic's neck like a chicken

last night around 10 p.m.,
give or take.

The phone.

It was there
when they found the body?

As far as I know,
no one touched it.

QUINN: What the hell's that?

You've got a line
on the killer, don't you?

That's why you guys are here.
You know who did this.

Something like that.

Very good,
Agent Whoever-You-Are.

Smile for the camera.

Look, I'm just saying.
In the end, women want babies.

A lot of women
give up their children
for adoption...

Almost always under
extraordinary circumstances,

which I completely
understand.

Is that a fact?

It's how women are wired.

Keen's gonna keep that kid.

Sorry for the wait.

Joe Adelson.

Thanks for
seeing us so quickly,

we know you've had
quite the morning.

Randy and I
weren't just partners,

we were best
friends since college.

Whatever I can do.

We understand that
you spoke with
Randy last night.

Yes.

Can you tell us
what you talked about?

Work.

We started this company
a year ago and...

You guys are a financial
services company?

We provide our customers
with one networked
portal for all trading,

financial news and commentary,
research...

Competitive field.

Guess you guys built
a better mousetrap, huh?

Huh. We'd like to think so.

That house Randy bought
was expensive.

Business must be good.

What exactly are
you looking for?

I mean, I spoke with
one of the local detectives

and he seemed to think
that Randy was killed
by a burglar or...

With all due respect
to the local police,

we're not operating
under that theory.

Because?
RESSLER: Take your pick.

The scuff marks on
the hardwood floor
indicate a struggle.

Which means that,
after the murder,

Randy was
placed on that couch.

Not your average
burglar move.

Someone wanted us
to find him like that.

Just like someone wanted us
to speak with you.

Now you lost me.

The killer staged the scene.

Brenner's phone was placed
in his hands.

The killer knew
we'd trace his last call.

He wanted us
to have this conversation.

SAMAR: Do you have
any idea why that might be,
Mr. Adelson?

What do you think he hoped
we'd discover?

JOE: Okay, look, I...

I don't know
what you think happened here.

You want our books,
our clients, be my guest.

Randy was like
a brother to me,
you get that?

Clearly,
he's hiding something,

but I don't think
he has any idea
who killed Brenner.

Seemed a little nervous.
Maybe he thinks he's next.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

Aram.

Okay, the computer you sent me
from Randy Brenner?

The webcam is
definitely the source
of the Rigby photo.

So Drexel accessed
the webcam remotely?

Correct. I just analyzed
the hard drive
and found a RAT.

A RAT?

ARAM: Remote Access Trojan.

It takes over a system,
accesses the webcam.

But, thing is,
this is not your
average rodent.

From what I can tell,
it uses artificial
intelligence

to modify its payload,
which is rare.

Like, super-rare.

In fact, I've seen this exact
AI automation before.

Once. As part of a classified
security briefing by the NSA.

RESSLER: So, how did
a performance artist

get his hands
on classified NSA technology?

You know what,
call the
Security Directorate,

tell them we need to
set up a meeting now.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Unfortunately,
we don't open
for another hour.

Right.
Which is why we're here now.

We've come for the fugu kimo.

Fugu kimo?

Blowfish liver.

Contains a poison 1,200 times
deadlier than cyanide.

So lethal, a single fish
can kill 30 grown men.

People eat this?

Not legally, no.

But as with
most dangerous endeavors,

there are those
who feel compelled.

Tetrodotoxin first
creates a tingling
in the lips, then the hands.

If you're lucky,
and your chef is meticulous,

you can survive with a story
and an adrenaline rush.

But if you're not,
the poison can
kill you in minutes.

This way, please.

What you are asking for,
this is against
the law to prepare.

REDDINGTON:
Ah, Chef Hanzo.

And yet I hear
you prepare it so brilliantly.

(SCOFFS)
Who told you this?

My associate and
I read about it.

You were featured in an
online publication
called Rigby.

A marvelous story.

Relax, Hanzo-san.

We're not here
to cause trouble.

We just want
a little information.

I'm trying to get in touch
with the woman
who interviewed you.

Rimona.

Perhaps, you could find us
a phone number.

(CELLPHONE BUZZES)

Tom, is that you?
Liz, listen to me.

You need to...
Nik?

It's... Wow.

Hey.
Liz, listen to me.

It's about Tom.

Paramedics brought him
in here a few hours ago.

He's been shot.
Shot?

Is he okay? Where is he?

Still in surgery.
He won't be out
for another couple of hours.

But Liz, you need to know,
the police are here.

One of them told a nurse
he was here to question
a robbery suspect.

You still there?

Please tell me he's okay.

He's alive,
but I can't honestly

promise you
he's gonna make it.

Oh, my God.

It's a simple question.

Is the program
an NSA exploit or not?

Hey, look,
technically, I'm not

authorized to
comment on any...

Cut the crap.

The program was found
on a home computer.

And now,
it's connected to a homicide,

so I suggest you
start commenting.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Yeah, it's ours.

And it's highly classified.

It's a mega-rodent.

A RAT on steroids.

It lets us take
remote control of any
system on a network.

Including stealth
access to webcams.

Desktops,
laptops, security feeds,

hell, even baby monitors
networked to wi-fi.

It's a premium-grade
spy tool.

(SIGHS)

If it's out there,
in the wild,

we have
a national security issue.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Hey, what's up?

Not sure, but I think
it's about to be
someone's last day.

Where are you going?
I just...
I gotta hit the head.

Aaron Mulgrew?

Aah! Sorry.

(BEEP)

(ALARM BEEPING)

Going somewhere?

(MONITOR BEEPING)
(DOOR OPENS)

NIK: It's a miracle
he survived the surgery.

Most of us didn't
think he'd make it.

Will he?
It's too early to say.

We'll know more
when he's conscious.

Like I said,
he lost a lot of blood.

Whoa.

You're...

I didn't know...
And Tom's...

Obviously.

It's just...

When I saw you last,

it didn't seem like
you were together.

It's complicated.

The detectives left a number.

We're supposed
to let them know
when he's awake.

Robbery. That's all you heard?

All I know is it
sounded serious.

You really have no idea
what he was doing?

No. No idea.

All I know
is that he had
the delusion

that we could be a family.

That we could
get away from...
Reddington.

And you think
that's impossible?

You have no idea
what it's like.

To feel like you're trapped.

To feel like your life
isn't your own any more.

You can't prove
I leaked that program.

I gotta say, Aaron.

You had a much better chance
of us believing that

before you ran
like a scared little girl.

FBI and NSA techs
are tearing apart
every system you own.

We have teams
at your house, your office,
your storage locker...

What are they gonna find
at your storage locker, Aaron?

All right, if I talk...

We talk to the U.S. Attorney,
maybe he skips the
treason charge,

sticks with
Espionage Act violations.

See, there's a bigger
picture here, Aaron.

That program you leaked,
it was found

on a home computer
at a murder scene.

Okay, I don't know anything
about a murder.

But, maybe I did
upload the program.

To where?
I built a site for it.

Posted the raw code.

These things they
make us develop,
they're dangerous.

Do you know what that's like?

Creating something,
knowing when you're done

it's gonna be used
to victimize innocent people?

So what?
What, this was like
a political statement?

I just don't think
that the government
or anybody

can be trusted
with that kind of power,

so I leaked it.

And it never occurred to you
that criminals might use it

or this country's enemies?

MULGREW:
Yeah, it occurred to me.

That's why I modified
the code to include
a "phone home" component.

Whenever
the program gets used,

it makes contact
with my server,

so I can track
who's downloaded it.

We're gonna need that data.

If you've raided
my storage locker,
then you already have it.

GUARD: Far as you go, Pops.

Whatever you're looking for,
this ain't it.

Pops. You know,
I've always liked
that name.

Louis Armstrong
was called Pops.

Willie Stargell,
the legendary
Pittsburgh Pirate,

my Lord, that man
could smack a fastball.

There was Pops Foster,
Pops Fernandez...

(LAUGHING) Oh, my.

And then, there are
different pops entirely.

Like the pops you hear
when your shoulder is
being dislocated.

I need you to hop
on that radio of yours

and let whoever's in charge
know that I'm outside.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
EMILIO: Wow,
Raymond Reddington.

I mean,
you're actually him.

Indeed.

Can...

I ask how you found us?

I read Rimona's piece
on torafugu kimo.

Chef Hanzo and I
just became friends,

he said I could
reach her here.

Mr. Reddington,
with only
the greatest respect,

I'm sure you can appreciate,
the people who write for Rigby

prefer to keep
their identities private.

It's not her identity
I'm interested in,

it's the subject
of her next profile.

Drexel.

Look, it's bad business
for a journalist
to burn a source.

But maybe, I could make up
for the indiscretion.

What do you have in mind?
An interview.

With you.

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

First, I need to speak
with Rimona.

COOPER: Where are we?

Cyber-techs recovered
the laptop Mulgrew used

to upload the mega-rodent
to the web.

And this is the
phone home log that
Mulgrew created.

The IP address of everyone

who's ever used the program
is on that list.

Which means one of these
is probably Drexel.

How many addresses
are we talking about?

ARAM: Too many.
It'll take weeks to process.

If Reddington's right,
Drexel's not

going to wait
for us to catch up.

What about Adelson,
the business partner?

Anything out of line?
TBD.

We just got all of his
company's financial records.

Well, let's get on it.
If we don't find Drexel soon,

we're gonna have
another body on our hands.

What about Agent Keen?
I haven't seen her
since this morning.

She just left word.
On her way to see Reddington.

He's in the hospital.

He was shot.
Not on the street.

Let's get in the car.

He was involved
in some kind of robbery,

and now the police
want to question him.

Lower your voice, Lizzy.
No.

I'm not your Lizzy.

To control.
To be told what to do.

Don't you get it?
The only reason
Tom did what he did,

is because he
had to do something

desperate to get
away from this.

You made yourself clear
this morning, Elizabeth.

You can blame
me if you like...

Damn right I blame you.
If he dies...

If he dies,
it's because he put himself

in exactly the wrong place
at exactly the wrong time.

He did this, not me.

And that "robbery"
the police want
to ask him about?

Diamonds.
He was part of a team

that stole tens of millions
of dollars' worth of diamonds.

A team I hear included
his ex-girlfriend,
Gina Zanetakos.

He's reckless.

Dangerous. He's not worthy
of being your husband.

And he sure as hell
is not worthy of
raising that child.

There's nothing here.
It's a start-up.

They have clients,
but it's nothing
earth-shattering.

Not enough to explain
how Brenner could
afford that house.

SAMAR: He was into something.

Something that Drexel
intended to expose
in his next exhibit.

But nothing in these
books is gonna tell us
what that is.

Maybe we can ask
Drexel himself.
Dembe just called.

Reddington has
reason to believe

he's operating out
of New York City.

I'm on it.
Okay, here we go.

Of the thousand-plus downloads
of the NSA program...

Thirteen are from
the New York
metropolitan area.

Five trace back to apartments
leased by women...

That's unlikely,
given the way that
Brenner's neck was snapped.

Looks like four
are public places,

three libraries
and one Internet cafe.

These last three
were downloaded
in the last few hours

after Brenner was murdered...

RESSLER: Leaving?

ARAM: 2890 Central Avenue,
Brooklyn.

Contact the New
York field office.

Get up there as
soon as possible.

Bring him in.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

All clear.

Set up outside.
Be ready in
case he comes back.

Hey. Looks like
this is our guy.

SAMAR: Ressler.

What the hell is this?

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(CHUCKLES)

Hey...
Tom, you're okay.

You're in the ICU.
Don't try to talk.

You need to save your
strength so I can kill you.

I didn't know if I was
ever gonna see you again.

Either of you.

I'm sorry.
(DOOR OPENS)

Ma'am.
Detective Savino, Metro PD.

I'm gonna need you
to step out of the room,
please.

He's barely conscious.
You don't need to
do this right now.

Ma'am,
I'm not gonna ask you again.

Is he under arrest?

Tom, don't say anything.

He's invoking his
right to counsel.

Okay,
here's what I could find.

The space was
leased six months ago
to a Reginald Turner.

Age 44,
paid all six months
in advance

and gave one
character reference...

A high-school
art history teacher
in Virginia,

who he listed as
a former colleague.

You should be able
to run with that.

ARAM: Already running.

That's him.

"Reggie Turner,
local teacher opens
first solo gallery show."

ARAM: Drexel's real name
is Reginald Turner.

So he is an artist...
ARAM: At least he was.

From what I can tell,
he only had one show...

A pop-up gallery
in the East Village.

And the reviews were not kind.

RESSLER: Navabi.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

It looks like Drexel
has been watching these
guys for a while.

We've got two,
three dozen photos here.

Half of Randy Brenner,
half of Joe Adelson,
the partner.

I think it's time
we go at Adelson
and rattle his cage.

What do you need from us?
Aram, there's a laptop here.

We're gonna need you
to get remote access,

see what you can find.

No problem.

I know just the mega-rodent
for the job.

(HAIR DRYER WHIRRING)

Ah, the fair Rimona.

RIMONA: Reddington?

How did you get in here?
How did you even find me?

I know,
you suggested to your editor

that we meet
later in the week,

but I'm afraid
our business couldn't wait.

RIMONA: Our business?

You mean your business.

'Cause my work doesn't
involve burning sources.

Your source is
a serial killer.

Look...

Drexel obviously wants
to remain anonymous.

As a reporter,
I have to honor that

regardless of what
he's suspected of.

"As a reporter".

Amazing times, these.
Don't you think?

When any Tom,
Dick or Sally with a laptop
and Internet access

can declare
herself a journalist.

I mean,
you don't even
use a last name.

I would be thrilled
to write a profile on you
when this is done,

but I'm not gonna
help you find Drexel.

Oh, but, I think
you will, Rachel.

That is your name, isn't it?

Rachel Hobbs.

Daughter of Randall Hobbs,

the patio furniture king
of Costa Mesa, California.

I admire your
respect for anonymity,
Rachel.

But, your principles
are a luxury I can
no longer afford.

So, I'll give you a choice.

You can protect
his anonymity or yours.

I didn't kill Randy.
We believe you.

Then why are you here?

Well, you may not know
who killed Brenner,

but you definitely know why
and whatever he was into...

Whatever the two
of you were into...

This is crazy.

Look, we can help you.

Before whoever
came after Randy
comes after you.

We're done.
(CELLPHONE RINGS)

You want to talk to me again?
I want a lawyer.

Aram. I can't talk.
We're right in
the middle of...

Interviewing Adelson. I know.
I'm watching you right now.

Excuse me?

ARAM: I'm looking at
Drexel's laptop.

Randy Brenner's computer
isn't the only one he ratted.

He's running
another video feed
from Adelson's office.

Look to your right,
there must be a webcam.

On his desktop, yeah.

He's recording everything...

And not to the system,
to some remote location.

I don't know where. Hang on.
Let me try something.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Whoa.

Whoa.
Two more feeds just popped up.

Okay, you guys
should get back here.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

I'm here.

DREXEL: My voice is not
to be recorded.

Of course. I can take notes.

Begin walking now.

Straight ahead,
toward the exit.

Keep walking.

Keep walking.

The staircase on your left.
Take it.

Do it now.

Dembe.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

We get a call,
a crew hit Reinder-De-Groot.

Next thing we know,
a guy matching the description

of one of the perps
stumbles in here,
all shot up, won't say why.

Well,
that's just a coincidence.

We got the head of
corporate security
coming over now.

Name's Klerken, ring a bell?

He's gonna walk in here
and identify you.

Case open, case closed.

NIK: It's gonna be okay.

No, it isn't.

It is.

Everything will be okay.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I hope you'll forgive
the security precautions.

As you know, my work is...

Inflammatory.

I rely on the support
of the enlightened patrons

who value my efforts.

One of whom was kind enough

to make this space available
for our interview.

It's fine. Really.

So, did you have a question?

You seem...

Uncomfortable.

Oh. Uh, no.

(STAMMERING) Sorry.

Yes.
Of course I have questions.

(SIGHS)

Honestly,
I'm familiar with your work

and it's not every day
that I find myself

alone in
a basement with a man who...

Kills.

Yes.
Understandable.

But I assure you,
you have nothing to fear.

Unless, that is,

you're hiding something.

Raymond Reddington.

I saw him.

You brought him here.
No.

Does he know about me?

What I've done?

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

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Does he know?

Where the hell is Keen?
No word from her
or Reddington...

Sir? You're gonna want to
take a look at this.

This is a continuous
feed being run live
from Adelson's office.

Drexel wasn't just ratting
Randy Brenner.

He was recording footage
from multiple cameras.

Recording to where?
We're still not sure.

From how many sources?

So far, I've only seen four.

One was from
Randy Brenner's house.
The second, Adelson's office.

And these are the other two.

COOPER: Who is that?
RESSLER: We don't know yet.

But that is
probably 100 grand,

and that is definitely
a semi-automatic.

Drexel figured out
what these guys are up to.

Can you trace the feed?

Working on it.

(RIMONA SCREAMING)
(GUN COCKS)

No! No, please.

This isn't my choice.
You're hurting me!

(GASPING)

(THUD)

(COUGHING)

Get her out of here.

Okay, Mr. Klerken.

When we go inside,
I'm gonna ask you
only two questions.

One, do you recognize anyone?

When you answer yes,
my next question will be

from where do
you recognize him?

KLERKEN: If it's him,
I'll know right away.

I spent a good amount
of time with the scum
who stole from us.

(DOOR CLOSES)

SAVINO: Sir,
do you recognize anyone?

Well, I damn well better.

I was the one who trained him.

You want to say
that again?

KLERKEN: He's not your guy.

Tom, thank God
you're okay.

Tom?

Tom Keen.
He's one of ours.

Followed after
the crew that hit us.

Risked his life
in the process.

If that's true,
you want to tell me
why you never said anything?

KLERKEN: I can answer.

My men are under
strict instructions

not to speak to
anybody but me.

Even the authorities.

I hope I've been of help.

East garage, this is Altmeir.
I think we have a problem.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

MAN: Breach!

(GUNSHOT)

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey!

MAN 2: Stay right in the chair
for me, please.

You can't...

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What the hell is this place?

You know,
I've often considered
my love of art.

And I've realized
it's not just the art,

it's the artist.

I like art. A lot.

But I love artists.

I love the stories
behind their work.

The characters,
lopping off ears,

rankling the establishment
with paintings of soup cans,

often boldly
revealing themselves

to our keen
observation and insight,

our scrutiny.

What a marvelous thing.

The courage to create.

Though,
I must say, nothing about

your work strikes
me as courageous.

It seems self-indulgent.
Petulant.

Like a tantrum from a child
who's just realized

the world can be
a dark and unfair place.

(STAMMERING)
I'm not interested in your
opinions of my work.

An artist's job is to speak.

And this latest manifesto,

beginning with the murder
of Randy Brenner,

what is it that you feel
so compelled to say?

You have no idea
what he was doing, do you?

JOE:
We call it a RAT Farm.

A what?

RAT. Remote Access Trojan...

We know what a RAT is.

We also know
that you downloaded

the NSA program
that Aaron Mulgrew
put online.

RESSLER:
So why call it a farm?

Because it's a business.

We collect ratted systems,
grow them, maintain them,

and ultimately sell them.

You were right.
As a start-up,

Headwind was
nothing special.

Randy and I were struggling

until we got lucky,
and he found that program.

You saw
a golden opportunity.

Gold?

What you're
looking at is worth

a hell of a lot more
than gold in today's market.

This is what people want.

Access.

You wanna spy on
a sorority girl?

Maybe you want
to know what your

local politician
likes to do at home?

Trade secrets
of a Fortune 500 company.

We commandeer their systems

and stream the feeds
like a broadcasting network.

Cops, nannies, teachers.

People pay to
access the feeds?

We offer a range
of pricing options.

Single feed,
package of five,

or unlimited streaming
for those who
prefer to browse.

Look,
I lied to protect this place.

But I swear,
I told the truth about Randy.

I didn't kill him,
and I don't know who did.

DREXEL: All those people,
stars of a show
they don't even know exists.

REDDINGTON: An enemy of
mine contacted you.

Okay. Hang on.

A work was commissioned.

That was a job.

I need to know
how to find
your benefactor.

Now.

I don't know.

Look,
it was all done anonymously.

I got meticulous
instructions for

what to paint and
where to send it.
Hmm.

An address.

You can answer me,

or I can turn
that wall behind you
into a Jackson Pollock.

You think it was Reddington?

Had to be.

He got to Klerken.

He intimidated him
or he paid him off,
I don't know.

My question is why.

This was his
chance to get rid of me.

When I confronted him,

I didn't know what
you were being accused of.

I just said you
were part of some
sort of robbery.

He already knew.

He told me
about the diamonds.

How?

NIK: Because I told him.

I don't understand.
You told him?

Since when do you
talk to Reddington?

NIK: I do more than
talk to him, Liz.

I work for him.
Have ever since
the day he was shot.

I'm part of his mobile
surgical unit now.
(SIGHS)

You warned me not
to take his money.

I should've listened.

Nik, I had no idea.

Three nights ago,
I was standing
in an abandoned garage,

pulling a nine-millimeter
slug from the liver

of a 32-year-old
weapons dealer
from Kuala Lumpur.

So, when you say
he makes you feel trapped,

like your life
isn't your own any more...

I know how that feels.

LIZ: Why did you do it?

You don't want
me to be with Tom,
but you saved him.

People say youth is wasted
on the young.

I disagree.

I believe wisdom is wasted
on the old.

All you can do
is part with it,
but very few will take it.

Least of all,
the people closest to you.

They want no part of it.

No matter how often
I warn you about Tom,

you seem intent on discovering
those perils for yourself.

Thank you.

I know...

I say things
that unsettle you,

about the dangers
that lie ahead.

I know I anger you
with things I say about Tom.

But if I've ever given
you the impression

that you won't survive this,

that you and your child
aren't going to
have the simple life

that I know you long for,

I'm sorry.

Because you are
going to have that, Lizzy.

So, now we know what Brenner
and Adelson were up to.

But what about Drexel?

All that footage
he's been gathering.

We still haven't figured out
where it's being recorded,

or what he
planned to do with it.

WOMAN: Tell us a little
about Elizabeth.

TOM: I remember the first time
she brought up adoption.

She was so nervous.

She tried to cook dinner,
which was a complete disaster.

I think it was around
my third bite of
cold spaghetti,

she just started to cry.

I don't know,
I think she was afraid
of disappointing me.

But...
She told me that
she wanted to adopt.

With so many children
in need of a loving family,

as she put it.

In that moment, I just...

I don't think
I've ever loved her more.

She's going to be a great mom.

She really is.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry.

What I did...

Oh, it was stupid.

Yeah, and I almost lost you
because of it.

And the idea of that...

That I would
never see you again...

I know. I...

My God. I...
I felt it.

Right there.

I want to keep the baby.

Our baby.

Oh! (BREATHS HEAVILY)

REDDINGTON:
Where's Rostova?

Who? I don't know who...

Nine days ago,
a painting was commissioned.

It was sent to this address.

Shipped to you,
Mr. Paul Allond.

Yes. I...

I'm a dealer.

A private art broker.

I received a call,
no name was given.

She said a piece
had been acquired
and was nearly finished.

She asked that it
be sent to me...
For pick-up.

Yes. But not by her,
by you.

I assume you're
the one she spoke of.

Reddington.

She said you would come.

(SCOFFS)

You can send it back.