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**

(DOOR OPENS)

MOREAU: When you contract with me,

there are certain implied assurances. (DOOR CLOSES)

Things may take longer than you like.

We might hit a few bumps along the way,

but in the end,

the job will be done in such a way

that it never comes back on you or your people.

McMAHON: (OVER PHONE) Yes, well, the job is not done.

It will be. You said that before.

This should've been done weeks ago.

As I said before,

you should expect a few bumps along the way...

I'm not interested in bumps. I only want results,

which you have yet to show me. (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Because of you, because that bombing at the UN

was stopped by the FBI, we're now in crisis mode.

We need this done.

Finish the job, both of them,

or my people will take this into their own hands, and you don't want that.

(LAUGHING) Oh. A sense of humor.

I like that about you.

Can you get it done or not?

Tell your boss to relax.

They will both be dead within two days.

I'm on my way to see him now. I'll tell him.

Just get it done. (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

The President's expecting me.

(WAILING CONTINUES)

**

**

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

ANCHOR: Opponents of the death penalty

are holding a vigil outside of the Federal Penitentiary

where legendary crime lord Raymond Reddington

is scheduled to be executed on Saturday at 12:01 a.m.

They are joined by reporters from around the world

who have come to Terre Haute to cover the final hours in the life

of one of this country's most notorious criminals.

After being on the FBI's watch list...

Ouch! Ow! ...for decades...

SAMAR: Are you okay? Uh, yeah.

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, fine, fine, fine. All... All good.

Um.

(TV SHUTS OFF, REMOTE THUMPS)

Why do they always execute people at 12:01?

It's so ghoulish. (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

SAMAR: The death warrant is only good for one day.

**

Scheduling it at 12:01 gives the government as much time as possible

to deal with any last-minute legal, um...

Appeals? Yes, appeals.

They can deal with them

and get the execution done without needing another warrant.

(COFFEE POURING) So it's not ghoulish. It's, uh, calculated.

That's worse.

(COFFEE POT THUMPS LIGHTLY)

Are you sure you're okay?

To be honest, uh, no. I'm not.

It's a dumb question. Nobody is today.

(SIGHS)

I can't believe he's going to die.

**

He always seemed so invincible.

REDDINGTON: Thank you for coming, Harold.

How are you holding up, my friend?

I'll know in a few hours.

They're giving me a physical

to make sure I'm healthy enough to be killed.

I didn't come to say goodbye.

I'm here to tell you I pulled every string I could

to get a meeting with the President

to urge him to commute your sentence.

He won't. I hope you're wrong.

It's the only card we have to play.

For now. For now?

Your execution is tomorrow.

Well, it's scheduled for then.

But it won't happen if you do exactly as I suggest.

We'll do whatever it takes. Good.

Because it's gonna require you to steal account information from a bank in Luxembourg.

You want the FBI to rob a bank.

(LAUGHING) Don't look so sour.

At this time of year, the valleys of the Black Ernz

are just beautiful.

Elizabeth will tell you the why.

You'll have to figure out the how,

or this will be goodbye.

LIZ: The why is simple...

Reddington believes the account holder

can tell us about the conspiracy.

I thought that's why he gave us the Cryptobanker. It was.

The Cryptobanker laundered $5 million

for a man in Cairo who can tell us what we need to know...

...about a conspiracy so deadly

that knowing about it would be enough

to get the President to commute Reddington's sentence?

Reddington assumed the Cryptobanker

could lead us to the man in Cairo.

He thought all we had to do was ask him

where he wired him his laundered money.

(KNOCK AT DOOR) But the man in Cairo didn't want his money sent to him.

He wanted it sent to someone with a numbered account

in Luxembourg. COOPER: Who?

LIZ: That's what we have to find out.

Everything you will need. Her schedule, her security detail,

and my ID, which gives you access.

What is that?

Thanks for your business.

(WHISPERING) $5 million to betray my country.

Reddington has uncovered a conspiracy.

He doesn't know its purpose or who's involved,

except for a "man in Cairo" he can't find.

Now his salvation lies in a numbered account

in a bank we have no authority to access,

but which he wants us to rob.

Our work together is finished. COOPER: Is that it?

LIZ: Except for the fact that we're not asking for your help.

We?

Me and Dembe.

This is not your call to make.

There's no time to plan and little hope for success.

It's a mission that will likely end in our arrest.

That's a chance we're willing to take.

We don't expect anyone else to take it.

They would if you asked them. I know.

That's why I'm not going to ask them.

**

Hey, uh...

I, uh... I spilled, uh, coffee this morning.

Uh, I was, um, watching the news about Mr. Reddington

and, um, uh, point being, I spilled on your phone.

It's okay. It works fine. Yeah, I know.

Because, uh, while I was cleaning it, you got a text.

About seeing a speech pathologist.

Can we talk about this later?

Uh, the text was from the National Aphasia Association.

Uh, it said NAA, but, uh, then I looked it up.

Aram, I don't want to talk about this here.

And then I looked up "aphasia."

**

Samar, I am confused and worried, and...

And I'm a little annoyed that you didn't say anything.

So, no, I don't think we can talk about this later.

I think it's been long enough.

**

When I was stuck in the car,

I was underwater for six minutes.

Being deprived of oxygen for that long,

by the time you pulled me out, the damage was already done.

What damage? The migraines?

Yes, but there's more than that.

I can't remember things.

Numbers, um, prepositions.

Words. Like "appeals."

Uh...

Sometimes there's a blinding light, and I can't do anything.

I thought it would get better.

But now I know that it won't.

But you're seeing a therapist.

Yes.

But not to improve.