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Thank God. There you are.
Where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you.

Doesn't matter.
Just... Just listen to me.

There were two men. They know.

I don't know how, but they know.

They came to the nest
asking about the contract.

They know where you are. They're coming.

Elizabeth.

I think we're long overdue for a talk.

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What Agent Keen has done
is reprehensible.

Working to exonerate The Freelancer.

Using him to befriend a war
criminal like Chemical Mary.

There's no defense of that.

But I think maybe I've
confirmed a plausible explanation.

You mean besides revenge
against Reddington

for killing her mother.

I mean an explanation that matches

what I know about Elizabeth.

That she wouldn't do any of this

unless it was for a cause
greater than herself.

In this case, outing a traitor
to the United States.

N-13.

Elizabeth recently stole a thumb drive

from a safe deposit box of Reddington's.

We know that the drive contained intel

compiled by a man known as Rakitin.

A hacker who may be working
on behalf of the Russians.

The House intel chair
thinks Rakitin was working

somewhere in the U.S. government.

He was close to finding out where

when someone hacked into
his committee's computer

and deleted all the files
they had on Rakitin.

Do they know who did it?

They don't. But I do.

Reddington.

Rakitin funnels stolen intel to N-13.

The drive that Keen has

contains stolen intel Rakitin
was funneling to Reddington.

Two plus two equals
Mr. Reddington is N-13.

We think, but we don't know.

And we won't know until
we find the real Rakitin.

That's right.

Fortunately, we have a lead.

To be precise,

five leads.

The thumb drive Keen stole
contained deep cover intel

on a series of CIA assets
stationed across the globe.

Wait. You decrypted it?

Even... Even the NSA
couldn't decrypt it.

The NSA didn't have Reddington's
thumbprint on a scotch glass.

You think one of these
agents is Rakitin?

No. But their identities
were compromised by him,

so I asked the House intel chair

how many people in the Office
of Intelligence and Analysis

had the clearance
to even know the identities

of this many assets.

The answer is five.

I want their security clearances
frozen and a full workup done.

One of these five is a traitor
to this country.

I want to know who.

Maybe we should ask him.

For now, this stays with us.

We can talk in my office.

Why so glum, Harold?

You all look like
you're in a Bergman film

playing chess with death.

Just housekeeping. Come on.

I know you don't like coming here,

so what you have to tell me
must be urgent.

We acquired this
recording late last night.

It's
me. Keen's willing to make a deal.

She wants to meet with
Neville tomorrow here in D.C.

He's not in the District.

Then get him here.
My life depends on it.

He'll never forgive you for this.

The man is an
associate of Neville Townsend's.

I had a line on him
and a tap on his phone,

but the line's been broken
and the phone disconnected.

This is all I know.

That as of this morning,

Neville Townsend is in the District.

To meet with Elizabeth.

What we don't know is why.

So she could kill him, I suspect.

Townsend hunted her mother for years,

forced her into hiding
away from Elizabeth,

who now wants revenge.

Why play me the recording?

Because it was made
on a satellite phone,

and we can't pinpoint the location.

So we're working together on this.

We are.

The risks are too great if we don't.

I've found one of

Townsend's former bodyguards.

My people are working him now.

Make no mistake, Harold.
By going after Townsend,

Elizabeth is putting
her life in grave danger.

He's is on the line.

He says it's urgent.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Tell me everything you can
about this recording.

I'll have the NSA inspect the tapes

with our low Earth satellites.

It came into the Townsend
organization yesterday,

4:23 p.m.

You're overreacting.

They froze my security clearance.

And when I say "they,"
I mean Harold Cooper.

The drive that was stolen.
He must have accessed it,

which means he is coming for me.

Cooper needs to be stopped
before that happens.

I said I'd take care of it...

and I will.

We're here for Mary.

Is Neville here? Is he with you?

Open the door and we can talk.

But it's your stuff.

I mean, what do you want me to do?

- The senator...
- Explanation.

It's being widely anticipated...

You okay?

I'm fine.

You don't seem fine.

Hey, camera two, scan that second floor

again for me, will you?

You said that
I could make it up in extra...

I know how hard this is for you.

The NSA said this is where
the call came from.

Keen's here.

Point is, you're doing the right thing.

Seeing this through. Bringing her in.

It's... It's not a
problem with the wiring.

Just make sure she doesn't get hurt.

Hey, unit two. Third floor west.

I know what was agreed to,
but he changed his mind.

Just go with him, please.

No. Absolutely not.

He's insisting.

I gave you very
specific instructions.

- I was very clear.
- And I realize that.

- He just make us?
- I think he did.

- Should we move in?
- No. Hold tight. Park.

You understand why
he's insisting on a neutral location.

- He has no reason to trust you.
- What do you think? Lookout?

Hey, lady.

These your friends?

That's her, Park. That's her.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Getting you out of here!

Breach. Breach. All units, go now!

I'll take the north.

Keen lied. It's a setup.

We're coming your way.

Shots fired. Shots fired. Officer down.

Stop! Keen! Put it down!

I'm okay.

You wanna live,

you come with me.

Park, they're on the street.
Moving west, headed your way.

Freeze! Don't move! FBI!

Forget Mary! Leave her!

Hands!

Elizabeth Keen. Where is she?

I don't know.

Dead for all I care.

She grabbed you in France,

used you to lure out Neville Townsend.

She grabbed me and befriended me,

tricked me into believing
I could trust her,

when all she wanted was to
use me to betray my brother.

Say that again.

Neville Townsend is my brother.

A war criminal
and an international fugitive.

Your parents must be proud.

Keen thought she
was using you to trap Townsend,

but you made sure
it was the other way around.

I was minding my own business
when she kidnapped me.

I've done nothing wrong.

Except use chemical weapons
on men, women, and children.

I'm a research scientist.

If you can prove otherwise, arrest me.

If not, let me go.

That's not gonna happen.

Then I'm not gonna tell you
what you want to know.

It's Cooper.

Harold, please tell me you found her.

Found and lost, I'm afraid.

Townsend got there first?

He got Elizabeth.

We got his sister, Chemical Mary.

Mary Bremmer? She's Townsend's sister?

We have her in interrogation,
but we're not getting anywhere.

Our Townsend associate is
proving to be equally obstinate.

We're ratcheting up his Q&A,

moving from paper to plastic.

You know Townsend.
What hope does she have?

He's a very dangerous man.

Elizabeth kidnapped his sister,
and now he has Elizabeth.

If I were her, I'd feel pretty hopeless.

Any word on Agent Keen?

No, but we found Rakitin.

He was one of the five
suspects we'd been investigating

at the Office of
Intelligence and Analysis.

Suspending his security
clearance must have spooked him.

Apparently, he was notified this morning

that his credentials were frozen.

Left the office.

Neighborhood security patrol
found his car

less than an hour later.

Wrap the vehicle. Get
Evidence Response on site.

Something here points to his
relationship with Reddington,

and I want it found.

Godwin, I'm begging you.

- Please.
- It's urgent.

He gave me very specific instructions.

This takes precedence.

Whatever it is, it'll have to wait.

His last episode was four days.

He was manic. He can't be disturbed.

Blake, my love,
we need to wake Mr. Townsend.

Right now.

Neville?

Neville, can you hear me?

It's okay.

It's okay, Mr. Townsend.

You were sleeping.

Sir.

I'm sorry to wake you, sir.

It's Elizabeth Keen.

We have her.

I've been dreaming about you, Elizabeth.

You.

Your mother.

The malice you must feel
toward me because of her death.

It's as if I...

I manifested you,

brought you here from my sleep.

Why?

We both know why.

We know I need to be
the last face you see

while you're begging for your life.

What is this?

Who...

What have you done?

You need to hear her out.

You said you had Elizabeth Keen.

Neville. Look at me.

I am Elizabeth Keen.

I thought our focus
was finding Elizabeth.

That's right.

I thought we had an understanding.

We do. And I'm living up to that.

Though your tone suggests
you believe otherwise.

What "suggests otherwise"
is Rakitin's dead body.

What are you talking about?

You killed him.

No, I did not.

You took time out from trying
to find Elizabeth

in order to save your own hide,

to keep him from confirming
that you're N-13.

I'm not worried about my hide.

I worry about Elizabeth's.

I strongly suggest you do the same.

And whoever is dead,
I certainly didn't kill him.

I don't believe you.

Well, that's your problem, not mine.

Harold says Rakitin is dead.

We would have heard.

I'm gonna make some calls,
scratch around.

After you finish that,
why don't you swing by his place,

see what you can find?

She had it in her
jacket when we searched her.

Well, Miss...

Keen.

This is certainly unprecedented.

Where's Mary?

In FBI custody.

And she took her, what, to hurt me?

Talk to me, Neville.

I'm right here.
I'm looking right at you.

Why did you take my sister?

Because I had no way to reach you.

Abducting your sister
forced her to make contact,

to negotiate her own safe return,

and to get this face to face
meeting with you.

I had nothing to do
with today's capture.

No? You're an FBI agent.

Not anymore, I'm not.

The FBI can't help me.

You can.

If you thought saving my sister

would put you in my good graces,
you're wrong.

Besides,
why would you think I'd help you?

I've done nothing but hurt you.

I murdered your mother.
I'll kill you once...

You believe my mother was murdered

by the Kazanjian Brothers.

That never happened.

They betrayed you, cut a deal
with my mother to fake her death

and buy her the time
she needed to clear her name.

I don't believe any of this.

And I don't expect you to.

You've spent 30 years hunting my mother

because you believe
she's the Russian turncoat

they call N-13.

She's not.

She was innocent.

Katarina Rostova is N-13.

Katarina Rostova was framed
by her father

and set up as a patsy.

She knew that you
and the rest of the world

would never stop hunting her

until she could prove that truth,

a truth she died trying to uncover.

You said she was alive.

She was.

Until Raymond Reddington killed her.

Are you saying Reddington killed her

to hide the fact he's N-13?

Yes.

And I can prove it.

That he's the reason your family's dead.

He's the one you need to kill,

and I'm here to help you do
exactly that.

Tell me more.

What the hell are you up to?

They wanted Rakitin,

I gave them someone who fits the bill.

I told you I was handling it.

Does Cooper believe it was me?

That's not the point.

That's the only point.

The witch hunt is over and
there's one less government knob

sticking his nose into our business.

You should be thanking me.

You tricked them.

For a day.

Maybe two.

But they'll see past it,

and when they do,
they'll come looking for you.

You give them too much credit.

My friend, I am engaged
in a 30-year project.

Now, you may be a vital part of that,

but if you jeopardize it again

as the impetuous amateur that you are,

I will let you go.

Permanently.

Is that clear?

Still combing through
surveillance.

I can't believe she'd work
with someone like this.

She wasn't working with her.

She was using her to get to Townsend.

Have you seen what she's done?

Chemical Mary. The way
her weapons have been used.

Against civilians...

children.

The Agent Keen I know
wouldn't use someone like this

to get to Townsend or anyone else.

She'd arrest her

and make sure she couldn't
hurt anyone again.

Whoa.

- What is it?
- Look.

This is footage from the raid,

and that's supposed to be her.

- Agent Keen.
- Right. Except...

It's not Agent Keen.

Someone's pretending to be her.

Why would anyone do that?

But, uh, more importantly, this woman,

where did they take her?

I can't imagine

what this must be like for you.

Knowing you can't kill me

because of how much
Elizabeth loves her mother.

That's quite...

convincing.

I wouldn't have gone to the
effort of taking your sister,

luring you out, of making this pitch

unless I was certain.

Raymond Reddington killed my mother

because she had uncovered the truth.

She had evidence.

She discovered his plan,
and he killed her to keep her quiet.

Even if you're right,
why would I ever trust you?

I told you, I'm not an FBI agent.

The FBI raided my team
during a meeting with you.

They have my sister.
They'll force her to talk.

Those are the very people
enabling Reddington.

- Working with him.
- The FBI.

I told you, he's embedded
himself in the Bureau,

gained their trust.

To what end, I don't know,
which is why I need your help.

- You mean my money.
- I mean your influence.

Look, Reddington has an army
on both sides of the law.

I can't do this alone.

I need a partner.

What you've done,

coming here like this, it's...

It's audacious.

But if I were to even
consider an alliance,

I'd need to know, without question,

that I can trust you.

You can trust me.

I hope so.

Which is why I'm going to give
you an opportunity to prove it.

I can see it's not Keen,

but what I can't figure out
is why it's not Keen.

And how did she find someone
that looks exactly like her?

Just got the forensics
back from the scene.

No hit on the prints and
nothing off facial recognition.

Whoever Keen's doppelganger is,
she's not in any database.

We got nothing. No leads.

We don't have to find her.

Why not? She could lead us to Keen.

We don't have to find her
because she found us.

She surrendered herself
out front five minutes ago.

We can sit here all day, but...

this, whatever it is we're doing,
it's not gonna work.

Look, you obviously
are working with her.

You're some kind of a surrogate.

So, why don't you tell me
how I can help?

Ressler, I told you what I need.

No, it's Agent Ressler.

Donald.

Come on.

I care about you.

I want to end this as much as you do,

but I need your help.

We're not giving you immunity.

I can't tell you what's
happening until you do.

Please.

Talk to me about Keen.

I told you, it's me.

No.

You want proof?

Why don't we start with what
happened between you and me

the night before I went on the run?

Who the hell are you?

Harold.

Please.

I need your help.

Reach out to Panabaker.
See if she'll consider a deal.

Absolutely not!

Giving her immunity is the
only way that we can find Keen.

Giving who immunity?
We don't even know who she is.

Well, we know she knows
a lot about Keen.

What she knows is that
you thought it was a fine idea

to dip your wick in the fugitive
end of the swimming pool.

Honestly, Harold, sometimes I wonder

if Keen is still out there
because you can't find her

or because none of you want to.

It's hard going after
a beloved colleague.

I make no secret of that.
But I'd remind you

that we apprehended Chemical Mary,

a war criminal who's eluded
capture for over a decade.

That thanks to this Task Force,

she's sitting in an interrogation room

awaiting transport to central lockup.

I am aware you have neutered

more than your fair share
of swamp creatures,

which is why I give you
a perilously long leash.

But it's not so long that
I'll approve granting immunity

to someone whose identity
I am unaware of.

Ressler, go over
the forensics again.

Facial recognition, prints.
See what you can find.

Be good if that included your dignity.

- This is Cooper.
- I thought I had someone

who could help us locate Elizabeth.

Sadly, I was mistaken.

Townsend doesn't
have her. We thought he did.

When we raided her safe house,
we thought we saw

his team grab Keen,
but turns out, it was a look-alike.

If you boys are done
mansplaining to each other...

Play nice. Cynthia Panabaker's here.

Tell me about this look-alike.

- She was a walk-in.
- Says she'll lead us to Keen

if she gets immunity,
which I will not be granting

until I know exactly
who we're dealing with.

A look-alike. A walk-in.

Someone who knows how
to lead you to Agent Keen.

Be careful, Harold.

I suspect that woman may be a Cyranoid.

- Excuse me?
- A play on a play.

Cyrano de Bergerac,

in which the homely but clever poet

woos the lovely Roxane

by speaking through
a handsome intermediary.

A timeless tale,
perfectly adapted to the criminal world.

What the hell is he talking about?

Imagine being able to hire
trained operatives.

Ex-Mossad, discharged
military personnel,

agents of all stripes

to be your eyes,
your ears, and your voice.

Are you saying that Liz
can hear everything her...

Cyranoid can?

Yes. She's the master of her own puppet.

An avatar of herself.

Consider the arms dealer

who's conducting business in a war zone.

Or the cartel leader who's
personally delivering a ransom.

One might dream up

any number of dicey
and dangerous situations

in which criminals
would fear for their lives.

Cyranoids are the solution.

They're paid surrogates

offering a physical likeness
of their employer

while broadcasting the
experience to said employer.

Broadcasting how?

A device in the eye.
A gadget in the ear.

I don't know how the magic works.

I'm told it's a voyeur's delight.

If you're right
and this is Elizabeth's stand-in,

why would she give herself up?

My suspicion,
Harold, is that she hasn't.

She just wants you
to believe that she has.

Something tells me the canary
just ate the cat.

I have double-checked.
I've triple-checked.

We can't ID her.

Whoever she is, she is not our problem.

Now, this... This is our problem.

Douma and Khan Shaykhun.

Syrian children victimized
by chlorine gas.

- What are you doing?
- We have a war criminal in custody.

I am going to confront her
with her war crimes.

She cut the feed. Keen's Cyranoid.

Her what? The doppelganger.

We've lost visual contact.

She's gone. Repeat, she's gone.

How did you get in here?

Your brother. He sent me.

What? How?

What do you mean sent?

I am not a murderer.

She knows too much.

She's made herself a liability.

She's your sister.

You can't beat Reddington without me.

That's why you're here.
You need me on your team.

This is my price.

Are you willing to pay it?

What are we doing? Does
Neville have people on the way?

Your brother loves you very much.

Oh!

- Do not move.
- Aram.

Put the gun down, Aram.

- How do you know my name?
- Aram, it's me.

It's Liz.

There. Go back.

Sector Four. Lower level.

B-corridor south. Lock it down.

No.

I promise you, Aram...

- Get on the ground.
- ...I hired the woman

you're looking at right now.

I can see and hear everything she does.

She says what I tell her to say.

I said get on the ground.

That's how she knew
about the Task Force.

That's how she got out of interrogation.

I told her how to kill the cameras,

gave her the override codes.

Stop where you are, or I will shoot.

Turbo.

What?

Your pet turtle's name is Turbo.

You ride your bike to work.

You like your salad dressing
on the side.

Your last girlfriend was a sociopath.

Do not come any closer!

Aram, it's me.

Breach control, Sector Four.

We need a team at the south egress.

If you're Liz or...

acting for Liz, whatever, just...

Why kill Mary Bremmer?

Liz would never do that.

I don't expect you to understand,

but I am doing what is
necessary to end this.

To stop Reddington.

She was in our custody.

She was a murderer, Aram.

She killed innocents.

No.

No.

I'm sorry, Aram.

Be right with you!

Whoa, hey, sorry.

Employees only.
I can help you two up front.

I need to speak with The Commissioner.

The Commissioner. Isn't that
what he calls himself?

I thought you said he calls
himself The Commissioner.

Or The Commander. Sorry. The Commander.

Jafari calls him The Commissioner.

I need to speak with The Commissioner.

Guys, um...

I don't know who The Commissioner is,

or why you think he's here,
but we fix radios...

The Commissioner.

Right.

You, um...

need to speak to Mr. Wonderly first.

Be vetted by security.

Let's not waste anyone's life today.

Just... Just a minute.

Paging him now.

The doppelganger.

Agent Keen's telling her
what to do, where to go.

She has a radio.

Notify CRT. Get men down
to the utility corridor.

Lock it down.

What's this?

"You're not on my schedule."

Commissioner. Are you in there?

This is surreal.

I'll get to the point.

I need information
on one of your contracts.

Who are you? How did you find me?

Uh, who I am doesn't matter.

What does matter is that I found you,

and that I'm willing to tell the world

everything I know
about your little enterprise

unless you tell me
where I can find your client

Elizabeth Keen.

Okay, just hold on. Slow down.

I don't have client information.

I suspect you keep a rather
close watch on your clients.

On their money, yes. On their payments.

Not their physical whereabouts.

The only
way to do that is to trace the signal

while they're communicating...

Through their Cyranoid in real time.

Okay, then. The location
of Elizabeth Keen's Cyranoid.

I need it.

In exchange, I stay quiet

and your little shop of
horrors remains our secret.

Hey.

Keen. I know you can hear this.

You should let me go.

Those days are over.

Why? Nothing's changed.

No. You ordered your puppet
to murder Bremmer.

Now you're helping her escape.

I've missed you.

Well, how about we get
together? Have a little chat.

All right? You know where to find me.

Yeah. As a matter of fact, I do.

Give me your gun.

Don't do this.

Cooper, I know you can hear me.

I have Ressler.
Tell everyone to stand down.

I don't want to hurt him,
but if I see even one guard,

I will shoot him.

The alarm scrambled the codes.

You know the new ones. I don't.

I meant what I said.

I really do miss you.

- Yeah.
- Thank God. There you are.

Where have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.

What do you mean where have
I been? I've been on assignment.

Doesn't matter.
Just... Just listen to me.

What's wrong? What's going on?

There were two men. They know.

I dunno how, but they know.

They came to the nest
asking about the contract.

I can't reach the client. You know that.

- We only correspond through...
- The interface. I know.

Which is why The Commissioner was forced

to give them your location.

They know where you are. They're coming.

Elizabeth.

I think we're long overdue for a talk.

I can't help you.

I don't know where she is.
We're not online.

Then bring her back online.

That's not a request.

Whatever it is you want,

you can't get to her.

You can't hurt her.

It's why she has me as an avatar.

I want to talk to her.

Yes.

I am, thank you.

Actually, no, there's a man

who's insisting on speaking with you.

Yes. He's here now.

Is she there?

Elizabeth, are you there?

I'm here.

This certainly makes me reconsider

my dislike of cellphones.

What do you want?

I'd like this to stop.

For us to find peace.

- To talk.
- We're talking now.

Where are you? I can come to you.

I don't want to see you.

We need to speak.

Face to face, just you and I.

See, that's the thing about you.

You're used to getting
your way every time.

Well, that's not gonna work with me.

Not anymore.

You can't follow or interrogate me.

That's why I have a Cyranoid.

To eliminate your control.

And as far as finding me? Good luck,

and goodbye, Reddington.

So, now you're gonna kill an
innocent bystander to get to me?

The innocent bystander you used

for your contract killing
of Mary Bremmer?

I'm no lawyer, but I'm pretty
sure that makes her a murderer.

What it makes you,
I'm still grappling with.

The more immediate question

is whether you're willing
to let this woman die

as a result of your choices?

I'm not holding a gun.

But you are, Elizabeth.

Tell me where to find you,
and she lives.

You really think you have
power over me, don't you?

Your location.

I'm not giving it to you.

I am not surrendering myself to you.

Okay. Stop. Please.

Stop.

Your location.

I didn't say stop. She did.

This young woman doesn't
deserve to die, Elizabeth.

It's your decision,

but Miss Collins
has three chambers left.

If you're going to put a bullet
in that poor woman's head,

that's your doing, not mine.

Please, sir, I'm begging you.

I can help you find her.

Just put the gun down, please.

Two chambers, Elizabeth.

Miss Collins.

Is that your name?

I'm sorry to put you in this situation.

I'm so terribly sorry.

You're an extremely lucky young woman.

But unfortunately, that's it.

Last chance. Give me
your location, Elizabeth,

or the next chamber
is blood on your hands.

Do what you're gonna do.

This conversation is over.

Wait! Stop, please.

She's gone. She disconnected.

Please, I'm begging you. She's gone.

Did we get the trace?

Columbia Heights. Quincy Street.

A cheap trick.

My apologies.

Where's the line, Harold?

The bright light.

The demarcation between
what you won't stand for

and what you'll let slide
even as it rots your soul.

If I had a quarter for every time

I've asked myself that question...

I can't unsee what I saw.

Of course you can.

People do it every day.

Look away from bigotry.

Degradation. Disease.

Ignore injustice.

Someone was murdered here today.

You don't understand Agent Keen.

What she's been through,

the incredible burden
Reddington placed on her.

If you knew the whole story,
if you knew half of it,

you'd be as amazed as I am

that she's behaved as well as she has.

I never could have.
I don't know anyone who could.

So you're saying there is no line.

No.

I'm saying that drawing it

is about the hardest thing
I've ever had to do.

But I... think it's time I do just that.

- What's this?
- Evidence Response Team's report.

From the cryptographer's vehicle.

He had fruit punch in his thermos?

The intel on the drive that
Keen stole from Reddington.

- It's all here.
- It is now.

It wasn't when he died.

- What do you mean?
- He had a laptop in his vehicle.

None of the files
on the deep cover agents

found on Rakitin's drive was
there at the time of his death.

So who input the data? A ghost?

How about Rakitin? Think about it.

He knows we're looking for him.

I don't know how he does,
but just go with it for a sec.

He knows there's only
five people with access

to this kind of intel,
so he kills one of them

and uploads the incriminating
data onto his computer.

- Looks like he did us a favor.
- How do you figure?

Well, originally, we had five suspects,
and now we have four.

That puts us 20% closer
to finding the real Rakitin.

What's she gonna do about today?

Issue an arrest warrant
for Elizabeth Keen.

You couldn't talk her out of that?

I'm the one who asked her to do it.

Reddington.

Where's Elizabeth Keen?

Life is full of little
surprises, isn't it?

Imagine mine when I learned
Rostova wasn't responsible

for the death of my family.

But she was.

Keen says otherwise.

A daughter wanting to believe

there was good in a mother who was bad.

I heard the tape.

You killing Rostova to cover the truth.

So very operatic, even for you.

Elizabeth Keen is not to be trusted.

Oh, I think she is.

She's proven herself
quite an asset already.

Murdering your sister.

Above and beyond, I think you'll agree.

It seems that there is literally

nothing she won't do to get to you.

You certainly collect enemies
in your wake.

And as the wise men say,

the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

My issues with Elizabeth Keen
don't concern you.

And my issues with you
don't concern her.

Oh, but they do.

In ways you've kept secret
for far too long.

Uh, it turns out that you're due

for a reckoning.

And Elizabeth Keen and I
are coming to deliver one.

Try and get some sleep.

I always try.

And I never do.