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The Blacklist...

This is on you, Raymond.

You were wrong to
make her believe
you could keep her safe.

She left behind a little girl.

She'll need protection.

Only if you're in her life.

I won't let you
make the same mistake
with her

that you made with Liz.

Who attacked us at the church?
I don't know.

Whoever employed
Solomon's services,
they know too much.

They're breathing down
our necks even now.
Listening. Watching.

We need to put down
the threat quickly.

Shh!

Oh, I know, I know, I know.

I wish there was
something I could say to
stop your tears.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

To take away the pain
of losing her, but I can't.

What I can do

is remind you of
how lucky we were

to have had
Elizabeth in our lives.

I need to see some ID.

What does the Lord
ask of us?

To do justice, love mercy,
and walk humbly with our God.

Reddington's guys?

Yeah.

Not that I asked
them to be here.

They're here for
her protection.

It's okay.

Yeah, well,
I don't want Reddington,

or his goons,
to be any part of her life.

I know.

Please tell me
you know how to
swaddle a baby.

I hear bourbon works.

Did Elizabeth do justice?

She came into
our lives under
extraordinary circumstances

that few agents
could hold up under.

But she did more than hold up.

She thrived.

You look nice.

She withstood scrutiny
from her peers,

false accusations
from her government,

and helped take down
some of the worst criminals

this country has ever known.

Agent Ressler. It's time.

Code red! Code red!
All units, please respond.

We're under heavy fire.

Bearcat,
don't dismount there,
shut it down.

Who the hell
are these guys?

We can't be late.

We gotta find them.

Yeah. And we will.

Just not now. We have to go.

Did she love mercy?

I've never met
anyone more forgiving.

Elizabeth followed her heart,

and against all odds,

it led her back to
the man she loved.

Did she walk
humbly with her God?

I'll never forget
the day I met her.

It was her first
day on the job.

She had been
offered an opportunity

that most agents
wait a lifetime to get.

"Why me", she asked.

"I'm nobody special".

I think
we all know different.

She was humble,

self-effacing,

and very, very special.

Like all of you,
I'm sad and angry.

Like you also,

I'm also very blessed
to have known Elizabeth.

So, as we leave here today,
let's celebrate.

In the last few days,

many have come up to me
and they've said,

"We are so sorry
for your loss".

But we haven't
lost Elizabeth.

We know exactly where she is.

♪ Poor old granddad

♪ I laughed at all his words

♪ I thought he was
a bitter man
He spoke of woman's ways

♪ They'll trap you,
then they use you

♪ Before you even know
For love is blind
and you're far too kind

♪ Don't ever let it show

♪ I wish that
I knew what I know now

♪ When I was younger
I wish that
I knew what I know now ♪

I can't believe
Reddington didn't come.

I can.
He knows this is his fault.

Hey, Aram, that download,
how far along are you...

Don't judge. I'm just...

I'm just super stressed out.

You're kidding me, right?

It's legal in D.C.

I feel horrible.

Well, you should.
It's a funeral.

I feel so badly for Tom.

Yeah, I keep thinking
maybe there's

something we
should do for him.

"We"?

"Lead us not
into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

"For Thine is the kingdom,
the power,
and the glory, forever.

"Amen."

Amen.

Wait.
I need to say something.

"When she shall die,

"take her and cut her out
in little stars,

"and she will make
the face of heaven so fine,

"that all the world
will be in love with night

"and pay no worship
to the garish Sun."

Romeo and Juliet.

Agent Keen loved Shakespeare.

And Dr. Seuss.

She loved dim sum
and Beyonce,

and those
little wooden foot massagers

that go under your desk.

I know the things she loved
because we were friends.

Even though
I called her "Agent Keen".

That was out of
the respect I had for her.

Her friends also
called her "Liz".

I miss you, Liz.

Just...

Okay. Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Your granddaughter,

she's...

I'm sorry.

We are not standing down.

And don't give me protocol

about investigating
the death of a colleague.

Then how about,
you're too close,
too emotional and too raw

to come within a country mile
of doing a good job

finding who attacked
Agent Keen's wedding.

We have to do something.
Yes, you do.

Find Reddington.
He'll turn up.
He always does.

He always did.
Because of Keen.

His cooperation
was predicated on her.

Now that she's gone,
does he intend to continue?

I don't have a clue.
Well, then you need
to get one.

We made a deal with
the most wanted
man in America.

It would be nice to know
if he's planning to honor it.

And Keen?
You worry about Reddington.

We've assigned
top agents to her case.

Who?
Top agents.

Come on,
they really expect
us to stand down?

Yeah, that's not happening.

Where are we?
All right,

whoever was after Agent Keen,
hacked into a telecom hub,

the servers in that basement
were sifting data

intercepted from
the fiber optic cables.

Sifting it and
sending it where?

I don't know.
Once they realized
we'd figured out

what they were doing,
they pulled the plug,

and severed all
communications.

But we know
what they were
looking for, Keen.

They were watching her.

Right,
yes, watching and listening

through private
security cameras,

traffic cams.

Someone was watching
the attack on the church.

In real time.

She never stood a chance.

They were following her
the whole time.

And you have no idea
where this information
was being sent?

Who was tracking her?

I'm tracing the packet routes,
but it's gonna take time.

What I do know is that

Agent Keen
wasn't the only person
they were monitoring.

They were intercepting cell
and CCTV footage

out of the Warwick Hotel
in Midtown,

along with voice
and Internet traffic

out of something
called the "Global
Financial Council".

How is that connected
to Keen?

I don't know.
It's...

There's so many pieces
to sort through, it's...

This is the sort of thing
Mr. Reddington

would just see
without even blinking.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

As soon as the name
Masha Rostova

hit the 24-hour news cycle,

they came for her.

I thought I could...

Protect her.

I did protect her.

All these years,
I've anticipated
almost every threat.

But this one.

A medical complication
in childbirth.

Masha has a child?

A girl.

She was born prematurely,
but she's expected to be fine.

Well, that's wonderful.

Now, I'm a great-grandfather.

I came here to tell you that.

Sure. I'm sure that
it's right there on
your desk calendar.

Okay, so, we tuck,
then we fold

at the bottom.

Tuck, fold...

Wrap, I don't know.

You know,
I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking,
"Dad, you suck at this",

but I'm telling you,
I can do this.

I think.

Okay,
I've got something.

One of the cell phones
being tapped

belongs to
an executive assistant
named Amanda Bigelow.

The other to
an Anthony Mayhew,
a chauffeur.

Both work for an executive

who's staying
at our third
point of reference,

the Warwick Hotel,
while in New York

to speak at a conference
held by reference
point number four,

the Global Financial Council.

The common denominator
is the executive.

Benjamin Stalder.

President of the
Energy Consortium Group.

If the same people
who monitored Liz
are monitoring him,

he could be the key
to finding Liz's killers.

Or he could be
their next target.

Hey.

What the hell
are you doing?

What?
You're clearing her out

like she was evicted
from a monthly rental.

Have some respect.

Standard
procedure is to secure

the effects of
a terminated partner.

Get out, now.
Hey, you two, out, now!

Donald.

You believe this?

They're just
doing their job.

Why don't you take a break.

I'm going to collect
Agent Keen's effects myself.

Vultures.

I'd imagine it
to be a challenge,

playing Rachmaninoff's
C-sharp Minor prelude

without
the benefit of C-sharp.

It would be.
If I played anymore.

Why are you still here?

I'm not entirely sure
I know.

Hmm.

Sympathy?

Excuse me?

Are you waiting
for my sympathy?

Maybe a hug.

God, no.

Good. Because you wouldn't
find that here, anyway.

I just needed
to be someplace

quiet.

Well,
I wasn't expecting you.

I have to go to
town for groceries.

I'm sorry
for the intrusion.

Let me give you
some money, please.

Would you pick
up a single malt,

preferably from the Highlands?

But not Islay.
The water there tastes
like seaweed and iodine.

What can you tell me
about the mother's family
medical history?

Nothing.
And neither could she.
They died when she was young.

What about
Elizabeth herself?

Any cancer,
heart disease, diabetes?

Look, doctor,
is something
wrong with my baby?

Agnes is just fine.

But the more genetic blanks
I can fill in the charts,

the better I know
what to screen for.

What about your family?

More blanks.

I never knew my parents,
either.

I think that's what
made Liz and I work.

You know, it was
the first time
either of us felt like

family.

Excuse me.

Cooper.
It's Tom Keen.

Tom, I'm glad you called.

I just collected a box
of personal things
from Liz's office.

All right,
I'll come pick 'em up now.

Look, maybe I could
work on the case
while I'm there.

Because I'm useless here.

We have things
under control.

No, see, that's the problem,

all right, the situation
doesn't call for control.

The only way
we're going to
find the bastards

who came after Liz
is if we sink to their level.

Tom, stop.

Just be with your child.

We have a solid lead
and we're working it now.

I don't care how well
the stock was doing before,

it's imploding now.

It's a classic pump and dump.

We need to liquidate,
immediately.

Wait, hang on,
the front desk is calling,
I think my driver's here.

I gotta head over
to the conference.

Dump that stock, Lawrence.

Stalder's not answering.

Keep trying the room.

We're almost there,
but I need Hotel Security

to find him and secure him.

Agent Navabi,
I have eyes on Mr. Stalder
approaching the elevator.

He's got two of
his own men with him,

and I see his driver down here
in the lobby. He's good.

Rolling Thunder,
this is Operator 4-6.

Unicorn is at the elevators.

Roger that.

We are 15
seconds from location.

Asset is on site,
ready for extraction.

Agent Navabi.
Where's Stalder?

Elevator 2.
Landing any second.

Uhh!

Come on, come on.

Gone.

What floor did it stop on?
Seven.

And where do
those stairs lead?

West alley service entrance.
End of that corridor.

All right,
let me take the alley.
Okay.

Uhh!

FBI, freeze! On the ground!

On the...

Abort! We got FBI! Go, go, go!

You have no right
to go through her things.

And that's my coat!

I was just
imagining young Katarina,
covered in glitter.

As an adult,
it's easy to dismiss

this stuff as
girlish frivolity.

You forget
the wonder it creates,

the light captured,
secret wishes evoked.

It renders even
the darkest days sparkly.

Never underestimate
the power of glitter.

Stop it.

Stop what?

Stop torturing me.

That was never my intention.

Then what are
you doing out here?

These boxes are all I have.

All I have left
of my daughter.

I'm sorry, Dom.
I understand.

No, you don't.
You don't understand.

You think
because Masha is dead,
now, you can understand me?

You can,
you can share my misery?

I feel bereft,
just like you.

No, not just like me.

She's gone because of choices
you made for both of them.

First Katarina
and then Masha.

As far as I'm concerned,
you killed my entire family!

No, you're not like me.

Nez Rowan?

You sure it was her?

I had a pretty
good angle on her face

as she cracked me
with the butt of her weapon.

It's her.
How's that even possible?

We had her dead to rights

for the armed robbery
of a nuclear facility,

conspiracy to kidnap,
accessory to murder.

I personally
signed the paperwork

for her transfer to
Fort Meade to await trial.

So, why isn't she
rotting in a cell?

I'll have Aram look into it.

Uh, Aram is taking
a personal day today.

He's not dealing
with Liz's death very well.

He's not alone.

I'll look into
the Rowan situation myself.

Look, she's definitely
working with the same
team of mercs

who tried to abduct Keen.

Rowan's extraction team
outside the hotel today,

they wore the exact
same equipment as they did.

Okay, let's find
out from Mr. Stalder

why they're after him
and how he connects to Liz.

I run the Energy
Consortium Group.

We advise governments
and private sector clients

on energy
and economic business models.

I recommend who gets billion
dollar contracts

and who doesn't, so...

That's why you travel
with such a heavy
security contingent?

Yeah, that's right.

I've received
plenty of death threats
over the years.

We'll need any record
you have of those,

along with
a complete client list.

Of course.

Did anything
unusual happen today,
before the abduction?

No. I never left the suite.

I was working on my speech
for the Global
Financial Council.

Can you think of any reason

why someone would
want to stop that speech?

No. It was just a general
state-of-the-industry address.

Mr. Stalder, do you have
any connection
with Elizabeth Keen?

The fugitive, right?

Uh, no, only what I
hear in the news.

Whatever happened to her,
anyway?

That's not
where the capers go.

Dom...
Move.

You still have family.

Who? The baby?

I won't live long enough
to see her out of nappies.

If I'm allowed
to see her at all,

I had to make do
with photographs of Masha.

Did you ever even
tell her about me?

I couldn't.

You know how
complicated it was.

There is nothing
complicated about it.

We had to back
out of Masha's life
to keep her safe,

after you made
a colossal mess of everything.

Only you couldn't stay
well enough away, could you?

Now, you come to my house
with this sorry tale of loss,

like you're the only one
affected by this,

you're the only one
whose feelings matter.

Well, guess what, Raymond,
Masha was my granddaughter,

and now she's dead
without even
knowing I existed!

All my
sacrifices shot to hell.

I could've spent
the last 30 years
just being her grandfather,

you selfish prick.

She had your temper.

I loved that girl
enough to let her go,

which is more
than you can say.

Did my office send you
what you wanted?

Yes,
we have your client lists,
we're running them down now.

But we need to go over
your abduction one more time.

We've been over it
six times.

I can't stay here.
I have to fly
to Dubai tonight.

Listen,
Mr. Stalder, leaving now
would be a huge mistake,

you're in immediate danger.

My firm
contracts with the best

security teams
that money can buy.

Now that we're
aware of the threat,

I'm confident
in their ability
to keep me safe.

Now, I'm sorry,
but I have to go.

Do you know
who had Nez Rowan released
from military custody

three days ago?

Oh, honey, you've come
to a goat's house
looking for wool.

I warned you, Harold.

Stand down.

You know who did it.

Have you found
Raymond Reddington?

Damn it, Cynthia.
Nez Rowan was
part of a shadow army

that led directly
to the death of Agent Keen.

Rowan was
the best lead we have.

Who let her go free?

I don't know.

It's over my head.

What I can tell
you is that there are

certain U.S.
government missions.

Covert. Dangerous. Necessary.

And they require
the expertise of
an independent organization.

Don't patronize me.

Those people
got one of my
best agents killed,

and you expect
me to walk away.

How can I justify that?

I know full well you look
the other way
when you need to,

because working with
an international criminal

enables you to bring good
to the world.

I can't look the other way.
Not this time.

They took someone I love.

Best thing you
can do for all of us
is locate Reddington,

and find a way
to keep him on your team.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Yeah.

You ready to roll in the mud?

Thought you'd never ask.

Surprise.

Dembe.

Please don't be mad at him.

Dembe understood
how important this is

and you weren't
answering his calls,

or I never would have
dropped by unannounced.

It's rude.

And I hate to be rude.

What do you want, Aram?

You need to
come back with me.

Why?

We're not getting anywhere

in the investigation
of Agent Keen's death.

We could use your help.

Harold Cooper's a very
capable leader.
He'll sort it out.

It's more than that.

I can't work.

The Post Office
without Agent Keen,

without you, is just
a government building.

I'm sorry you came
all the way out here
for nothing, Aram,

but I can't help you.

No.

You gave me a speech
over an empty grave.

About the foundational
elements in our lives.

"People who form the brick
and mortar of who we are".

How, when they're
suddenly not there,
we collapse into rubble.

It was after Agent Keen
was almost killed
by the Cabal.

But I saved her.

You looked into
that empty grave
back then and said,

you'd be staring at her
if it weren't for me.

Now, I understand
why you have collapsed
into rubble.

I do.

And I'm truly sorry.

But I'm here to
collect on your debt.

You owe me.

So, let's go.

To pay my debt to you

would require
more than I possess.

I'm not coming back.

If Reddington's not
coming back for Keen,

he's not coming back, period.

Okay,
so, what's our next move?

Aram, did you have any luck
with those servers
from the basement?

I thought I'd be
able to figure out
where they routed their data,

but couldn't find
the end of the proxy chain.

They have to be
bouncing it off
some kind of hidden servers

around the Earth.

Or hidden
servers over the Earth.

I checked all the
viable telecom satellites

in GEO and LEO orbit,
but I didn't check
the offline ones.

Offline satellites?

Yeah,
there are thousands of unused
and decommissioned satellites

circling our heads,
space junk.

It's not enough
that we litter the planet.

Okay, the challenge
is to figure out
which ones they used.

Agent Mojtabai.

Agent Mojtabai.

Welcome back.

Don't you dare!

Ugh.

How do you drink
this stuff?

We drank it with every meal
on the farm when I was a boy.

But we had cows,
and we made our own.

In the summers,
we made buttermilk pops
in the freezer.

Kept us all from passing out.

So, buttermilk
reminds you of home.

I overheard your conversation
with the Arab boy.

He's from Delaware.

You won't be troubled again
with unexpected visitors.

I know how you
value your privacy.

Why didn't you go with him?

What would be the point?

There's nothing I could do
that would really matter.

Cry me a river. Hmm?

What the hell
are you really doing here?

You gave me
the news about Masha.
What do you want from me?

A way forward.

I can't live for long
with what I feel inside.

I don't see how anyone can.

You said it, chum.

Look around you.
You call this living?

After I lost my daughter,

I crawled...

I crawled into the wilderness

like a mortally
wounded animal,

get as far away from the pack
as I could,

to run out the clock,
run out the clock and die.

If you came for
a survival manual,
you won't find it here.

And, you, you've got one thing
I haven't had for a long time.

You've got a reason,
a reason to
walk out that door.

It sounds to me like there
are honest people out there

who are depending upon you.

God help them.

God help them.

Dom, you've always had
a good reason to
walk out the door.

Okay, I think
I'm getting somewhere.

So, you found the needle
in the haystack?

I'm not looking for a needle.

We need the whole haystack.

And if I'm right,
it's the Artax Network.

What is that?

It's an old telecom project
to provide data coverage

to every corner of the Earth
through a network
of 73 satellites.

Anyway,
the company went bankrupt
and the project was abandoned.

But the 73 satellites
are still out there.

You think our
target is using them?

Is there any way
to confirm that the
network's still active?

Well, I've just gained
access to a relay station,

and I'm about to lock on
to one of the satellites.

If it's in use,
the data will be encrypted,

but we will know
if it's active.

Okay.

Here we go.

They have control
of the Artax
satellite network.

And they used it to kill Liz.

All right,
can we use it to find them?

Okay,
I was able to get a location

by examining
the latency patterns
in the satellites.

They're being fed
to 2054 Pulaski Avenue.

Concrete panels
with granite faces.

We've got no
line-of-site inside.

Only one point of entry.

Then only one point
of egress.

Lock it up tight
after we breach.

HQ, this is Operator 4-6,
we have poachers
at the Eagle's Nest.

Initiating the protocol.

They're in.

Other than Nez,
we can't put faces
to any of the mercs.

So, I scrubbed through
the Warwick's security footage

to try and find some.

Good job.
What'd you get us?

Nothing. At least no mercs.
But I did find this.

A shot of our victim.

One hour before his abduction.

Stalder told
Ressler and Navabi
he never left his suite.

Was he lying,
or did he just forget?

Well, that doesn't
look like a woman,

or a conversation
he'd have forgotten.

Who is she?
I don't know.

And we can't ask Stalder,
I checked.

He just cleared
U.S. airspace.

They're onto the 11th floor.
Go.

15 seconds and counting.

All right,
do a full vertical sweep.

They're somewhere
in this building.

So much for evidence.

Raymond?

Raymond?

Thank you for
having dinner with me.

It was nice.
Mm-hmm.

Welcome to come inside.

No.

Not tonight.
But maybe we can have
dinner again tomorrow?

Yeah.

Huh? Yeah, I know.

Wait. Shh.

It's okay. Shh.

Shh.

What did you say? Come here.

Come here.

I did it, I did it. I got you.
I got you.

We did it. Yeah, we did it.

Tell me you found
something useful.

Depends.

I followed
Panabaker to the airport

where she had a meeting
on the tarmac with this woman.

That's the woman
that Stalder met at the hotel,

just an hour before
his attempted abduction.

Who's Stalder?

Benjamin Stalder.

A high-powered executive
at an energy consortium.

Whoever was tracking Liz
was also going after him.

Why?

I don't know.
We let him go,

but I'm getting
the distinct feeling
that was a mistake.

Stalder's
obviously more involved
than he was letting on.

So, who is this woman?

We don't know yet.

The hotel photo
wasn't much to go on,
but with these new images,

Aram should be
able to locate her
in one of our databases.

Liz was convinced
that her mother

was the one who
tried to kidnap her.

Reddington said
she died years ago,

but Liz didn't believe that
and neither do I.

I think we're staring
at Katarina Rostova.

Mr. Reddington.

I'm here to pay my
debt to you, Aram.

You're back.

Strap on your bike helmet.

We're going to work.