All language subtitles for The Blacklist - 05x14 - Mr. Raleigh Sinclair III.KILLERS.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

You're late.

I came as soon as I could.
The train was delayed.

I was very clear about being punctual.

What?

You're joking, right?
I'm five minutes late.

Mr. Barrett, if this were to work,

it will depend entirely
on... on the routines

and the patterns that I set forth.

And as you're failing already,

I doubt your ability
to stay the course over time.

I-It won't happen again.

Tell me again about that day...

how you found her, how it felt.

What?

Walk me through what happened with Nicki.

You came home early because?

We'd been having problems.
I wanted to surprise her.

I remember her shoes.

There was a set of keys on the table.

Don't tell me what you saw.

Tell me what you felt, what you feel.

- I felt...
- [MOANS]

...rage.

Nothing else.

[MOANING CONTINUES]

I wasn't hurt or sad or betrayed.

All I felt was rage...

like the only thing that
mattered was that she...

- [MOANING CONTINUES]
- I wanted...

I wanted to hurt her.

Not him. Her.

[MOANING CONTINUES]

That feeling you have right now...

that anger...

I want you to hold on to that,

because that malice
you feel in your heart

is more dependable
than any contract killer

or hit man or third person.

Can you do that, Brian?

Is your hatred big enough to sustain you?

[MOANING CONTINUES]

Yes.

You remember that.

I will contact you again

when you have gathered
the items on this list.

Three pairs of yellow
running shoes, an iPhone...

an apartment on Washington Place?

It's a lovely little unit.
Just around the corner.

You want me to rent
an apartment in Manhattan?

You want a perfect alibi
for murdering your wife?

I'll do it today.

When you're watching your wife die,

it... it will be well worth the wait.

♪

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That detective, Singleton,

he was in my apartment while I was out.

- What?
- No warrant. Just broke in.

Where did you get these?

I installed cameras in my house.

I had my suspicions,
and now I have proof.

The lead detective investigating
Tom's murder is a dirty cop.

Where are you on reinstatement?

I have my fitness-for-duty
evaluation tomorrow.

50 minutes of pure reflection
and self-evaluation.

- You've been to therapy?
- God, yes.

Therapy helped me become

- an entirely different person.
- [CELLPHONE CHIMES]

Agent Navabi is ready to meet.

Several years ago, one
of my bankers in Liechtenstein

shared with me some unpublished
works by Carl Jung...

handwritten notes on napkins,
journals, and such.

It was easily the most enlightening,

consequential five days
I've ever spent in a chalet.

What about that week in Davos?

Yes. Well.

That was a cottage.

Agent Navabi, are you familiar
with the Innocence Project?

Of course.

They use DNA evidence

to exonerate the wrongfully convicted.

The majority of
the convictions they overturn

are based on eyewitness testimony.

People who swore they'd seen
something they hadn't.

What does this have
to do with Sam DeMarco?

Mr. DeMarco was brought in
for questioning

in connection with the untimely demise

of his business partner.

As it occurred in the wake
of a bitter falling-out

between the two, the police

identified Mr. DeMarco
as a prime suspect.

Until four eyewitnesses placed him

miles from the scene of the crime.

People think memory
- works like a video recorder...

The mind records events

and then, on cue,
plays back an exact replica.

In truth, memories are reconstructed...

more like putting together
an ever-changing jigsaw puzzle

than replaying a video.

So the witnesses are wrong?

Manipulated. Into providing
a killer with an airtight alibi

by a master in the art of misdirection.

The next name on the Blacklist.

A man appropriately known as The Alibi.

NAVABI: Albert Gelfeld.

The prime suspect in the death
of his estranged father.

Caroline McClean.

Person of interest in the disappearance

of the heir to a real estate empire.

Bjorn Erikson.

The last person to be seen
with a Lebanese diplomat

before his body
turned up in the East River.

Three suspects in three unsolved crimes.

Like Sam DeMarco,
each had motive, opportunity,

and, according to Reddington,
they are all guilty.

How does he say this "Alibi" does it?

Witness tampering? Bribery?

Could be that he just gets someone else

to commit the crime for his clients.

Times it so that when it takes
place they're someone else,

like out in public
so other people see them.

The details in your inquiry...
They were pretty vague.

It is a strange type of request,

but easy money, as they say.

What do you do? You an artist?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

Apparently, The Alibi
only works with people

who want to commit the crimes themselves.

He doesn't offer hit men, only alibis.

That allow people to be
in two places at once.

The Alibi can exonerate
anyone from any crime

by getting people he's never met

to swear to things they've never seen.

Ressler, Navabi, find the witness

that says she saw DeMarco
at the time of the murder.

Press her for details,
flaws in her story.

I want to know
if she made an honest mistake

or is an accessory to murder.

Like I said, I already told
the cops what I know.

You saw DeMarco
on the day of the incident.

- Did you speak to him?
- No. I was on the phone.

How do you know it was him?

- Because I saw him.
- Did you?

Or were you paid to say
that's what you saw?

You think I'd be working here
if someone paid me off?

Look, I know what I saw.

The guy comes in every morning

for coffee and a paper... like clockwork.

You can set your watch by him.

- Every morning?
- Yeah.

For coffee, paper, his lottery tickets.

He bought lottery tickets
on the morning in question?

20 bucks' worth. Right after
pulling cash out of the ATM.

We're gonna need access to that camera.

NAVABI: Certainly looks like him.

The hat and the sunglasses
look a little suspicious.

That's what I thought. Till...

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

And here we go. There.

- It's him.
- Yes. Except it's not.

Facial recognition software
says it is only an 81% match

with discrepancies in vein pattern,

eye distance, and pitch of the lower lip.

- Maybe the system's wrong.
- Oh, the system could be wrong,

but if it's right...
and I suspect that it is...

then you are looking at an
exceptionally convincing double

who helped Sam DeMarco
get away with murder.

Release the photo
to the Bureau and local PDs,

see if we can't get a match...

if he's been arrested, charged.

Whoever this double is, he's got a name,

and I want to know what it is.

♪

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

You did well.

About this routine.

Who are you trying to make me look like?

Mr. Thompson, we agreed.

Sorry. No questions.

♪

It's just...

you're paying me a lot of money

to go on a jog and get a cup of coffee?

♪

Is this who I'm supposed to be?

This... Barrett? Brian Barrett?

I wish you hadn't done that.

I'm, like, doubling this guy?

Are people supposed to think I'm him?

- Look, if this is illegal...
- I'm sorry.

Unfortunately, this won't work with you.

♪

Okay. Don't fight it.

Oh, don't fight it.

Hey, this is [CHUCKLES]

How it would have ended anyway.

Mm? Let it go.

Just let it go.

♪

Thank you for coming.

I assume it's a pressing matter.

It's about Agent Keen.

I know you've been helping her

look for the man who killed her husband.

- Yes.
- I would imagine the methods

you and she have employed

have been, shall we say, fast and loose.

I asked you here
to tell you that has to end.

BOLO went out an hour ago.
Still nothing on Shula.

This was the man eyewitnesses
ID'd as Sam DeMarco.

And this... is DeMarco.

He's using doubles.

A homeless man
matching DeMarco's description

was picked up for public
intoxication last month.

Kahil Shula.

Where he is now is anyone's guess.

Some guess.

Others know.

May I?

We'll do everything we can

to help Elizabeth find Tom's killer.

But once she's reinstated,

Elizabeth will have to enforce the rules,

not break them.

Let's talk about your daughter.

She's with her grandmother
until this ends.

Until what ends?

Until I find closure.

And how do you envision that happening?

Through revenge.

That's why I need you...
to help me find another way.

Does the desire for revenge
come naturally to you?

I think it comes naturally

to anyone who's seen
her husband murdered.

Let's talk about Raymond Reddington.

What about him?

Well, I know something
of your relationship to him.

I can't make a worthwhile evaluation

until I know everything.

What did psych services
tell you about me?

Only that, in order to get my
badge back, I need your okay.

Before I give you that,
you feel you need closure.

Don't you?

If by closure, you mean
become numb to the pain

caused by Tom's death or anesthetize it,

then, no, I don't think you need that.

Anger is not an unhealthy emotion.

It generates passion, risk,

the desire to paint outside the lines.

I'm drawn to that.

And my guess is that you are, too.

What makes you say that?

Let's talk about your father.

♪

Oh! If it isn't R Squared
and my man Dembe.

Hello, Marion.

- [CHUCKLES]
- It's been too long, Marty.

You look wonderful.

Well, we're up

to 700 meals a day.

We got housing for another 60.

Wouldn't be half that without your help.

I give, and I get...

the eyes and ears of an invisible army.

Speaking of which, Kahil Shula.

Homeless, in considerable trouble.

I need to find him.

So please circulate
the photo and the word.

Done and done-r.

Now, how about you two come and try

some of Randy's raisin bread pudding?

Sounds absolutely delightful.

Let's go.

♪

[BEEPING]

SINCLAIR: Ritual is everything.

Respect it, and, in time,
it will become second nature.

Until then, find the signposts.

Each morning, your run will
begin between 8:00 and 8:10.

Along your route, there's a young man

who opens 192 Books...

a falafel vendor on 10th Avenue...

a doorman at the Flemming
who is there rain or shine.

Make sure to acknowledge these people.

Let them see you.

As your pattern emerges,

you'll find others
with ritualistic behavior...

neighbors with patterns.

Double espresso, shot of milk.

♪

The falafel vendor waved when you passed.

You didn't acknowledge him.

He needs to know your face.

He sees hundreds every day.

Hey, I've been at this for months.

I could care less about the
falafel guy and what he needs.

He could be critical to our story.

Do you know who likes falafel?!

Phil. Who was screwing my wife
when we started this.

When you promised to get me a double.

And now he's moved in with her.

He's living in my house with my kids.

And I'm out here waving to falafel guys.

This routine is not for you.

It's for them.

We have to get them to remember you...

when it's not you.

[SIGHS]

♪

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

Marty. Any good news?

Now, we haven't found
the person you're looking for,

but we found a woman who knows him.

Her name is Delores.

I'll put you on the line with her.

Hello?

Delores. Hello.

Thank you for agreeing to help.

You're looking for Kahil?

That's right. Kahil Shula.

- What can you tell me about him?
- Good person.

Last time I seen him,
he was talking to a man

in front of the, um,
West 26th Street shelter,

Said something about a job.

Got into his fancy car and drove off.

- [CELLPHONE CHIMES]
- A fancy car?

Gold with four doors.

Oh, and it had an E-Z Pass in the window.

It's Elizabeth. She wants to meet.

Delores, do you like veal?

My chef is preparing osso buco
for dinner tomorrow night.

Would you care to join me?
I could have a car pick you up.

Say, 6:30, quarter of 7:00?

Uh, yeah.

What? Wait. I-I'm confused.

I don't... I have nothing to do
with your reinstatement.

My therapist disagrees.
And it's up to her.

Besides, I thought you liked therapy.

It can be transformative
for people who need it.

We don't.

If Singleton works with Tom's killer,

if they're both on the force,

we're gonna need the Bureau's help.

And to get that, I need my badge.

And to get that, you need
to go to therapy.

Reddington, please.

Singleton was in my apartment.

- That won't happen again.
- You don't know that.

Yes, I do.

♪

Text Dembe the time and place.

♪

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

♪

♪

Keen's working for Reddington.

Could be her husband was, too.

The guy's got judges, cops,
and prosecutors in his pocket.

- Why not an FBI agent, too?
- It explains everything.

Her husband gets in over his
head with the Nash Syndicate.

They come for him.

What they don't know is,
Reddington's protecting him.

He leaves five dead in the apartment.

Keen knows it, but won't give him up.

Think he moved in,
took control of the Syndicate?

He takes over, uses his FBI stooge

to keep us a step behind.

We get a lead on a shipment
in Maryland, it don't show.

We get a witness who agrees
to testify, he turns up dead.

You think Keen's working
with drug dealers?

A drug dealer killed her husband.

Is she in Reddington's pocket?

Sure looks like it.

Then how much of a Girl Scout can she be?

I say we keep following her,

and we tell no one outside this room.

Reddington's the biggest fish
in domestic law enforcement,

and if Detective Singleton's
right, we got him on the hook.

Dr. Fulton.
I understand you'd like to talk.

I am so sorry.

I tried getting him
to come to your office.

This is as close as he would come.

Nothing personal.

May I pay you the courtesy
of being blunt?

Please.

You disgust me.

I was told you wanted
to talk about Elizabeth.

You're a glorified serial killer.

Everything I hear about Agent Keen

is that she's talented,
smart, tough, resilient.

Recommending reinstatement
would be a no-brainer

if not for her relationship with you.

Remind me. Was "the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree"

a psychological theory
first pioneered by Piaget

or Lucy in "Peanuts"?

She murdered the attorney
general of the United States...

I killed a key member
of a global conspiracy.

...and went on the run with you

like a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

And in the process, I helped
prevent a false flag operation

that could have put this country
on war footing with Russia.

Some kids run from their father's sins.

She embraces them.

Are we finished?

"Fidelity. Bravery. Integrity."

This is the Bureau's motto.

Do you honestly believe a child
of yours can honor that?

Would you honestly believe
any answer I gave?

I doubt it.

But Agent Keen's future with the Bureau

depends on you giving it your best shot.

No.

Elizabeth's future with the Bureau

depends on her giving it her best shot.

And your willingness
to judge her on her merits,

not mine.

Push her. Provoke her.

Figure out a way past
her grief and anger,

and you'll see her for who she really is.

And who is that?

Everything that I am not.

Oop! Time's up.

I'm afraid that's all for today.

Good session, though. Tough stuff.

♪

♪

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

♪

♪

Mr. Eckhart?

Da... Da... David?

Yeah. Who's asking?

My name's Ben Rowe.

Uh, I-I'd like to talk
with you about a job.

All right, say I do agree to do this,

- to go on this assignment.
- Right.

Well... Well, nobody would know.

Because it's illegal.

No, not at all. Not your part.

Your part is, uh... It's quite simple.

But should we agree to proceed,

I will provide you with
a sequence of detailed actions

that you will be required to complete.

These tasks
- are... are quite simple...

a street to take, a food vendor to pass,

a face to wave at on your morning jog.

What about these changes
you say you want to make?

Should you be willing and able
to follow this script,

then... then we would need
a few modifications.

This is, what... to make me
look like someone else?

Some... Some stranger?

I can't tell you that.

You give me a makeover,
you tell me to go for a jog

and wave at people.

Why? Who am I pretending to be?

It's not important.

Now stick to the script.

I'm not an idiot.

Whatever this is isn't good.

How do you know I won't say no?

It's amazing the depth
of personal information

that one can access
with just a few keystrokes.

I know about your upside-down
mortgage, your alimony,

the mounds of debt
that you can never overcome.

Do you think I would have offered

such a significant amount of money

unless I thought
you were going to say yes?

Hmm?

You are gonna say yes, aren't you?

♪

NAVABI: We've created
a list of E-Z Pass users

based on the description
of The Alibi's car.

We cross-checked that with the toll roads

closest to the 26th Street shelter.

So, how many cars are we talking about?

840.

We contacted the Toll Road Authority

and pulled the video from every
license plate of every car.

And out of the 840,
582 are licensed to men.

Any of whom could be our Blacklister.

Pull their license photos from the DMV

and get them to Reddington.

See if his witness
can make a positive I.D.

Mmm.

Thank you, Paris.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS]

All he does is cook for you?

Yes.

Every day?

Every day.

He's also a hell of a chess player.

Even better than Dembe
and way better than me.

Well, it's delicious.

Delores, the man Kahil left with.

Did you find his picture
anywhere in the book?

You know, when I lost my apartment,

it was the dead of winter,

and I would have froze to death

if it wasn't for Kahil.

The man Kahil left with,

the one in the fancy car...

I worry that he may hurt your friend.

Please help me to protect Kahil.

You have an honest face.

I'm an honest man.

♪

♪

♪

[ELECTRICITY HUMMING]

♪

♪

♪

♪

You should call Harold.

Tell him we have an address
for the Blacklister.

RESSLER: No wonder DeMarco walked.

This guy laid out
every step of his alibi.

Down to the kind of lottery ticket

he was supposed to buy
the day of the murder.

Proof that DeMarco
killed his business partner,

which makes his double an
accessory if he's still alive.

You think Sinclair's murdering the
doppelgangers?

It's a theory.

None of them have turned up
alive or gone to the police.

And we have, what, a dozen of
these facial casts in the room?

Another two dozen here?

It's like he's keeping
trophies of his conquests.

We now have at least twice as
many murders to charge him with.

Ressler. We have something.

Sinclair's not finished.

♪

Aram, I think we found
Sinclair's next client.

- There's another?
- [RINGING]

- Reddington.
- Agent Navabi, what a pleasure.

We found a plaster mold of a man...

presumably Sinclair's next
client... but not his dossier.

And that presents a problem?

Sinclair is painstakingly precise.

He keeps detailed records
of every alibi he creates,

and yet the one dossier we
can't find is for his next job.

Maybe you should keep looking.

Maybe you took it.

I'm sure it'll turn up someone,

and when it does, let me know.

Then we can celebrate. Your treat.

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

♪

You could give them the name.

They'll put it together.

They have the face.

And we have a long drive.

♪

- [CELLPHONE RINGING]
- Double espresso, shot of milk.

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

BARRETT: Hello?

Good news.

I found your double.

♪

Why do you want to be reinstated?

To find the man who murdered my husband.

Five other men were murdered
in your apartment that night.

Are you interested in finding
out the man who murdered them?

Not as much, no.

The police think you're
not interested at all,

that you're protecting him.

A man who killed five people.

Is this your way of, uh, pushing me?

Provoking me
- like Reddington told you to?

He said it would reveal
who you really are.

I know who I really am.
You're the daughter

of the most wanted criminal
in the country.

I'm a widow, a mother, and a good cop.

And that's it?

That's all that matters.

You say you want closure.

About Tom.

So I can get my life back on track.

That has nothing to do with Reddington.

Closure requires a reckoning.

Not just about Tom
or what happened to him.

But why it happened.

What role, if any,

you or Reddington may have played in it.

- I know it's complicated.
- It isn't, actually.

And I understand why you
don't want to confront it.

I do.

But you have to.

Agent Keen, you're a profiler.

I'm not going to reinstate you

until you can honestly profile yourself.

♪

Where are we on identifying the mold

found in Sinclair's apartment?

Okay, so, uh,
our facial recognition software

wasn't able to pull a match on the mold,

but Agents Ressler and Navabi were able

to find additional points of comparison

at Sinclair's workshop.

Looks like they're reference photos

for a client he's trying to match.

- So the double's still a mystery.
- NAVABI: Yes.

But not the client,
because, okay, I think...

I think I just found him.

Brian Barrett, 33.

An aerospace engineer working
for a defense contractor

in Greenbelt, Maryland.

Married to a Nicole Rose Adler. Two kids.

Looks like the wife filed
for divorce five months ago.

Aram, reach out to the ex.

Let her know we have a situation.

Ressler, Navabi, have the
Greenbelt Police Department

throw a net over the city
and find Barrett.

- Sir, what about the double?
- We find Barrett, we find the double.

But right now all I'm worried about

is keeping his ex-wife alive.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

♪

I almost thought you were gonna be late.

Are we good...

My God. How did you...

Please, we have a schedule to keep.

Now, gentlemen, the routine.

Let us, uh, review it one more time.

♪

[SIREN WAILING]

♪ Mm-mm, mm

No answer on Nicki Adler's phone.

What about the boyfriend?

Out of town on business.

Her assistant couldn't reach him.

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

ARAM: Okay, I was able to access the GPS

on Nicole Adler's vehicle,
and she just stopped.

I've got her at what appears
to be a parking garage

off Westpark Drive and Tyson's Corner.

- That's her work.
- We're en route.

♪ Mm-mm, mm

♪ Yeah, ayyy

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

- ♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
- [VEHICLE ALARM CHIRPS]

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

- ♪ The devil you know
- [GASPS]

Brian. My God. You scared me.

- Hey, Nic.
- What are you doing

at my office?

Why are you even here?

Oh, that's the thing.

I'm not here.

Brian.

Please. What... What is this?

Well, this isn't even happening.

Not with me, at least.

See, actually, I-I'm in New York.

In fact, right now I'm leaving
my apartment in Manhattan

about to go on my morning jog
like I've done every morning

since I found you and Phil
together in my bed.

So I'm not here.

- ♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
- Brian, please.

Whatever it is that you
think that you're doing, I...

I remember that moment so vividly...

- [LAUGHS]
- Holding that champagne bottle in my fist.

Wanting to crack it over your head...

Please... but knowing that
if I did, I would go to jail.

BARRETT:
- So I waited, and I planned.

And now I'm actually about to get
away with putting two bullets

in that smug little face of yours.

[SCREAMS]
- [GUNSHOTS]

♪

[WHIMPERS]

[SCREAMS]

♪

♪

♪ Make that money pile up, baby ♪

♪ Pile up higher

♪ Make that money pile up, baby ♪

♪ Miles higher

Double espresso, shot of milk.

♪ Make that money pile up, baby ♪

♪ Pile up higher

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

- ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
- [CRYING]

- Goodbye, Nic.
- [SOBS]

- [TIRES SCREECHING,
- SIREN CHIRPS]

[GUNSHOT]

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

- You okay?
- Yeah.

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ The devil you know

It's okay, it's okay. Okay. Here we go.

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

♪ The devil you know

♪ Make that money pile up, baby ♪

♪ Pile up higher

♪ Make that money pile up, baby ♪

- ♪ Pile up higher
- [GUNSHOTS]

♪ Make that money pile up, baby ♪

- ♪ Miles higher
- [ENGINE REVVING]

♪ Make that money pile up, baby ♪

♪ Pile up higher

♪ The devil you know

♪ Ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh

Thanks for the assist.

Anytime.

♪ Ooh-ooh

How did it go?

- Just like we said.
- [BLOWS]

- Deviations?
- Nope.

The train?

Nobody followed me.

I went for the run, went
to his apartment, and changed.

It went just like we said.

Very good.

About your payment...

♪

[TAPPING ON WINDOW]

- [GUN COCKS]
- He'll take the gun.

- [VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]
- Please, and thank you.

♪

What's going on?

You were about to leave.

- Who the hell are you?
- I haven't been paid yet.

Mr. Eckhart, go now, and
you'll live to die another day.

Cover up. It's mucky out there.

♪

I've been looking for you.

Let's go for a little drive.

[TAPS ON GLASS]

♪

Look, whoever you are,

I-I-I can assure you that
confronting it with violence

is no way to resolution.

A pacifist. How refreshing.

Did Hulton send you?

Is that what this is about...

that absurd assignment in Jakarta?

Mr. Sinclair, I have
no idea who Mr. Hulton is

or what he's up to

in Jakarta.

My name is Raymond Reddington.

Should I know who you are?

I know who you are.

You're obsessive-compulsive.

You have a mind-numbingly patient

and thoughtful attention to detail.

I've admired your work for some time.

This is a strange way to show it.

I'm a strange fellow.

I've heard whispers
of your work for years now...

stories of your legerdemain,

your ability to put a man
in two places at once.

The concept of bilocation is appealing

even if not without consequence.

I suspect you're a fan of quantum theory.

I've read quite a bit
of Schrodinger myself.

I-I'm more a Dostoyevsky man.

[LAUGHING] Yes, of course.

"The Double."

I love a good doppelganger story.

What about Ursula Le Guin?

Oh! "A Wizard of Earthsea"?

[LAUGHS]
- Yes, yes.

A delightful tale.

And "Aiding and Abetting."

- By Muriel Spark.
- Yeah.

One of my favorite British writers.

I-I'm sorry. What's your name again?

It's not important.

What is important is that you and I

may have much more in common
than just reading.

Crime.

Yes.

I thought you... you
brought me here to kill me.

Oh, goodness, no.

I brought you here to protect you.

From the FBI.

I have it on good authority

that they've taken possession
of your files.

Without me, they'll
take possession of you.

And you can keep that from happening?

Yes. If you do as I ask.

I'm listening.

♪

♪

Hands where I can see them.

- We need to talk.
- No,

you need to put your hands in the air.

I saw your surveillance cameras.

I know you're scared. You should be.

- [SPEED-DIALING]
- But not of me.

Yes, I'd like to report a burglary.

I saw you meeting Reddington
near Dupont Circle.

You're not the only one
doing surveillance.

You report me, I'll report you.

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

Okay. You want to talk?

Why don't you start by telling me

why you broke into my apartment... twice?

Our investigation into the Nash Syndicate

isn't getting anywhere.

Witnesses won't talk. Others disappear.

Someone's ahead of us.
Someone on the inside.

The people I work with think it's you.

You think I'm protecting the
people who killed my husband?

I think you know
Reddington killed the men

we found dead inside your apartment

the night your husband died.

I think you killed Navarro
and stole the information

that could prove it
out of the evidence lock-up.

I think you did all that, and yet...

looking at what you're trying to do,

my instinct tells me
we're on the same side.

And that we need to work together

if we're gonna get who we're looking for.

A dirty cop. But not you.

You can ask around about me.
My reputation.

I'll check out real quick.

I want to trust you,
but you and Reddington...

I don't see any way
you can explain that away.

♪

There is one way.

But to do it, I'd have to trust you.

And if you betray my trust, I assure you,

Raymond Reddington will kill you.

So you do work for him?

I need to make a call.

I'm sorry. Y-You let him go?
The Blacklister.

I cut a deal, Donald.
You do it all the time.

In pursuit of a more just outcome.

Somehow I think your goal
was a little more self-serving.

What's this?

The Alibi had 51 clients that we know of.

Because of his handiwork,

none were ever convicted of murder.

RED: With the evidence you obtained

from his place of business,

you can file charges against 27 clients

who never went to trial.

But thanks to your justice
system's quaint notion

of double jeopardy, it's too late

for the 24 who were
already tried and acquitted...

even though you now have
proof of their guilt.

These are the locations of where
The Alibi buried the doubles.

Yes, who he murdered.

Murders you can accuse all the clients

of conspiring to commit.

This is good.

- This is very good.
- Except for one thing...

The man who actually murdered
the doubles is The Alibi,

and you let him go.

Yes. In exchange for that list.

So, what?

Case closed?

- Not quite.
- I want something from you.

And what's that?

To give me one of the doubles
when you unearth him...

Kahil Shula.

I want to give him a proper burial.

[KEVIN MORBY'S "CUT ME DOWN" PLAYS]

♪

♪ Birds will gather at my side

♪ Tears will gather in my eyes

JUDSON:
- What are we waiting for?

We bring in Keen, she gives him to us.

"Bring in" an FBI agent?

My guys will get her to talk.

You do that, you'll have
the entire Bureau

out looking for her... and us.

Why do that

when we can have Singleton
do our dirty work for us?

He tracks Keen. We track him.

He finds out how to get to
Reddington, we get to him first.

And the Bureau's none the wiser.

♪

♪

Detective Singleton, this is
Special Agent Samar Navabi.

She's been authorized
by Deputy Director Harold Cooper

to inform you about this task force.

The Reddington task force.

That's right.

This I gotta hear.

♪ Step out of my shadow

♪ Take me as I am

♪ A man

COOPER:
- He was never reported missing.

And no inquiry's been made with MPDC

or the medical examiner's office.

Some people are truly alone
in this world.

♪ I can see it in them now

Yep.

Reddington's your CI
and on your Most Wanted List?

And if anyone knew he worked
with us, his intel would dry up.

He'd be of no use to us at all.

No. But he'd be in jail.

And all these criminals
would be on the street.

You said I couldn't explain
my relationship to Reddington.

Look around, Detective.

This is my explanation.

Yeah. It's a pretty good one.

So. The dirty cop
- who killed my husband...

I think I can help you find him.

♪

[SNIFFLES]

♪ Looking for the water

Um, I just need...

another minute.

We'll stay as long as you like.

♪ Looking for the dance

♪ For the dance that I did

♪

♪ Looking for the dead

♪ The dead that I left

You're blunt,

and I'd like to return the favor.

This is a waste of time.

I want to be reinstated.

I took a big step toward
finding Tom's killer today,

and that is not gonna happen
by my sitting here

listening to
your misguided preconceptions.

I'd like to straighten you out,

get a clean bill of health,
and get back to work.

Please. Enlighten me.

My profile... widow. Mom. Cop.

That's all there is.

I think there's more,

and that you're afraid to examine it.

I know you do. Which brings me to fear.

You think I'm afraid to acknowledge

the weight of having Raymond Reddington

as a father.

It's an understandable point of view.

And one that I shared.

He's evil.

He's my father.

- I must be evil, too.
- But you're not.

See, that's our problem.
Your preconception.

You see him as, um...

what did you call him...
a glorified serial killer?

He disgusts you.

You see him differently.

When I was little, I loved ballet.

Whenever I performed,
I felt... a presence.

At graduations, too. And my wedding.

I don't know.

I just always felt...

I always knew...

someone was watching over me.

Protecting me.

Guiding me.

[SIGHS] Some of what he's
done is unimaginably bad.

But some of what he's done
for me is unimaginably good.

So, if you want to push me. Provoke me.

Find a way past my anger and grief

and see who I really am.

A widow. A mom. A cop.

And one more thing.

What's that?

A daughter.