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♪ Tremble,
tremble at the taste of ♪

♪ Tremble,
tremble at the taste of ♪

♪ Tremble, tremble at the taste
of innocence ♪

Ready?

Oh, yeah.

She's beautiful.

She was.

Can you make it radioactive?

What do you think that was?

Joke.

Yes.
Cesium-137, just like you want.

How long before it's ready?

48 hours.

I need it in 36.

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Are you telling me
that you have known about this?

Yes! I found it!

- When?
- When I was cleaning up your blood.

Liz, that was weeks ago.
What else are you not telling me?

What am I not telling you?!

What the hell is this,
and why is it in our house?

I mean, there's a gun in here,
Liz, and there's...

there's passports with my face
on it and, uh, these names.

- Who the hell is Anton Pierre Louis?
- Do you really expect me

to believe that you've never
seen any of this before?

And how much money is this anyways?
I mean, this is a fortune.

Are you serious about all this?

- Is this you?
- Are you interrogating me now?

This... It's a picture of you
at the Angel Station Hotel in Boston.

Yeah. So what?

There was a murder there
that matches this gun...

An agent named Victor Fokin,

a Russian agent who was
in the process of defecting

when he was killed
before he could say anything.

Are you telling me, like, what...

Like, you think that I murdered
a KGB defector, like I'm Bond?

I'm Tom Bond,

and I just, uh... between
social studies and recess,

I go around assassinating people.

I had my job interview there,
Liz, at the coffee shop.

That's enough.

Some of the dates
on these passports...

You know, I can't believe
that you're accusing me of this,

because your job is the reason

that a man came in here
and cut me in half!

No. March 12, 2011.

- Your bachelor party.
- In Las Vegas.

- I've never seen pictures.
- You never will!

- I was gone for 36 hours!
- You can get to Paris and back in 19.

I'm not gonna sit here and...

Your job...
Anything that is evil or bad...

It comes from what you do,
not what I do!

- It's not my picture on these passports.
- Okay!

If you think I am guilty,

then why don't you
do something about it?

Why don't you call the FBI?

- Fine.
- Do it. Go ahead. Do it.

You think I'm kidding?
Do you think I'm kidding?

Liz, it's... it's me.

I don't know what's going on,

but I know that this is
a huge misunderstanding.

Make... Make the call.

They'll separate us.

They'll dig through your life, my life,
with a fine-tooth comb.

They'll...

Our entire lives will be up for grabs.

I got nothing to hide.

Let them.

Identification, please.

Agent Keen, 1212-654 White Bear.

I need clearance
for an incoming client.

Client?

Thomas Vincent Keen.

My husband.

Was that necessary?

I thought we were going to the FBI.

I don't work at the FBI.

What do you mean, "black site"?

I don't understand.
Where are we?

This is where I work, Tom.

Mr. Keen,
I need you to come with me.

Wait.

Make it quick.

You're gonna be okay.

Just tell them what happened.
Tell the truth.

Okay.

Where are they taking him?

If I were you,
I'd worry about myself.

I'm looking at it right now.

It's beautiful.

What? Oh, the blues?

Well, the blues look...

Blue.

Green and gray,
the gaping maw of the ocean.

It's mesmerizing.

I don't know why the hell
I'm doing this.

This painting
should be hanging in Boston.

No, I know.

My man in the port of Dubai

says payment was sent last week.

The painting will be in hand
well before the wedding.

Yes.

Hakim, remember me to your wives...
All of them.

What is it?

It's about Agent Keen
and her husband.

When this all started,

when Reddington turned
himself in and asked for you,

I was skeptical, suspicious.

But I'll be honest.
You've done good work.

And I've come to believe
that you were just as surprised

as the rest of us
when he picked you.

But now this.

I need you to help me understand
what's going on here.

The gun, the money,
and passports were in my house.

A hatch in the floor.

The gun was used
in an unsolved homicide.

Yes.

You pulled a ballistics report.

Tom is my husband.

I brought him here, to you,
for help, to find answers.

I want to know who killed
that FSB agent as much...

more than you do.

If we can solve that murder...

You're not gonna do anything.

Until this matter is resolved,
I'm putting you on leave.

What?

No. Tom is here.

Agent Keen...

Go home.

Oh, thank you very much.

Meera Malik.

Tom Keen.

But, uh, you probably
already know that.

Look, I-I came here
voluntarily, so...

Where should we start?

I just want to know the truth.

Tell me about the murder.

People think it matters
who occupies that house.

It doesn't.

Multinational corporations
and criminals run the world.

I thought we were here
to talk about Tom.

You've obviously heard
of corporate espionage...

Companies trying to beat
other companies

to be the first hand on the dollar.

But what if it were taken
a few steps further?

In 1982, seven people
in Chicago were killed

by an over-the-counter drug
laced with potassium cyanide.

The company's market share
went from 35 to 8.

It was never determined
how the drug was poisoned,

but I will tell you
someone was hired to do that.

Remember those tire recalls,
Chernobyl?

Deliberate and malevolent
actions taken by corporations

to protect their vital interests.
Nothing happens by chance.

That's why I'm here, Lizzy.

Because there's a woman...

Gina Zanetakos.

I don't know who that is.

Gina Zanetakos
is a corporate terrorist.

And frankly,
she's the best of the bunch.

Lizzy, if you want to find
the truth about your husband,

then you need to find Gina.

Why? Does she know Tom?

Because she's Tom's lover.

I fail to see
how suspicions about her husband

affect our arrangement.

Agent Keen is on leave.

Well, then, lives will be lost.

What if I were
to deliver to you a terrorist,

not your run-of-the-mill ideologue
answering to bearded men in caves,

but someone entirely different...

less predictable
and far more dangerous.

I'd say delivering criminals
to me is your job.

My job is my business, Harold.

Delivering criminals to you
is a hobby, a diversion,

one that may become tiresome,

in which case
we could always reminisce

about that unfortunate incident
in Kuwait.

Are you threatening me, Red?

I am.

Hardly the time to let morals
stand in the way

of your upward mobility,
Agent Cooper.

I had a job interview.
I am a teacher.

Fourth grade.

I got a call from the
Rothwell School in Cambridge.

Who called you?

Uh, Walter... Walter Burris.

He's the headmaster.

He said he saw my application
and, uh, he was impressed

and would I mind coming in
for a meeting.

Lizzy and I decided
to make a weekend of it,

so we got a room
at the Tellamy Cove Inn.

We got in Friday night.

We had dinner
at the restaurant next door,

which you can verify,
because I used my credit card.

And then the next day,

I met with Burris
at the Angel Station Hotel.

Not the school.

No, he called me that morning,

and he said he was already
downtown on some other business,

and would I mind meeting him
at the hotel.

- It's bad luck, right?
- Excuse me?

Your meeting gets changed

to the exact location
a man is assassinated.

What would you call it?

Yesterday, I would have
called it a coincidence.

Look, I don't belong here.

Just call Walter Burris, okay?

He'll verify everything
I'm telling you.

Where are we
on the contents of the box?

Still working on those passports
and tracing the money,

but ballistics did confirm

that it was the gun used
kill Victor Fokin.

The good news...
We actually did find

a partial on one
of the casings in the magazine.

But it's not Tom Keen's,

and there were no hits on it
through AFIS.

Give me updates
as soon as you have them.

Meanwhile,
there's been a development.

Reddington's brought us a case.

It's about time he realizes that
he has to talk directly to us.

He won't.

Sir, I think
it's entirely inappropriate

that Keen is on the case

when her husband's being
investigated for murder.

There's been a change of plans.

According to Reddington,
her real name is Gina Zanetakos.

Nearly a year ago,

she reached out to him
as Shubie Hartwell.

She wanted Red to broker a deal
to assassinate

a supreme court judge
who was the swing vote

in a case that could have cost
her corporate clients billions.

Custom documents indicate

Shubie Hartwell entered
the country yesterday.

We've got a credit card in her name
that was last used under an hour ago.

Purchased two cocktails
at the bar in the Key Hotel.

Call the hotel manager.
Have him start pulling security tape.

See who she was having drinks with.

Agent Keen?

Uh...

I feel like... I've seen her before.

♪ That's the song that I knew
when I was young ♪

♪ About the tall trees in Georgia ♪

♪ If you love all men... ♪

Show me.

Come on.
I already told you I have it.

I have to pick up my son
from piano in an hour.

I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.

♪ You've been taught,
but you've never learned ♪

Got confirmation yesterday.

On its way. It's official.

♪ Cut it off if it gets too fierce ♪

It's official.

♪ What it'd be like
in the willows with you ♪

♪ We'd be free like we used to ♪

♪ What does that even mean? ♪

♪ It means we'd want nothing ♪

♪ But to be a good choice
to choose ♪

♪ You're a good choice to choose ♪

Ouch!

What the...?

Too much?

Be careful. No, be careful.

If Melinda sees
any more marks on my neck,

she's...gonna...

Gonna what?

Mr. Burris, thank you again
for meeting with me.

Tell me,
is this the man you interviewed

for a position here at Rothwell?

Did the two of you meet
in the coffee shop

of the Angel Station Hotel?

Meera, it's Liz.

Give me a call as soon as you
speak with the headmaster.

I'd like to know
how things are going.

She's not calling you back.

This is the door?
I'll take the key.

Step back, please.

She shouldn't even have told you
what she told you.

And why is that?

Because you could be
an accessory for all we know.

FBI.

Check him.

Clear.
I'm headed down to security.

Call an ambulance.

Girls, come on.

Hold on, hold on!

Come on. Everybody in.

Wait up!

Christina, come on.
Move your can, please.

Mobilize D.C. Metro.

Have teams lock down the Key Hotel
and a two-block radius.

No, no, no.

I'm headed down to the security desk
now to pull footage.

It's gonna be room 1232.

And make sure
that ambulance shows up now.

Let's go. Let's go.

Gina?

Hardly.

Ressler?
Why do you have her phone?

Wh... Did you find her?
Did you stop her?

Not exactly.

Okay, we're working on
a current address for Zanetakos.

Her phone provided
a treasure trove of messages.

She was in frequent contact

with a multinational company
called the Hanar Group.

But more worrisome

is a message that came in today
around three hours ago...

A call that originated from Berlin.

Change of plans.

Had to use Cobalt 60.

Still good to go. Best guess...
4:00 P.M. central.

Cobalt 60?

They're talking about
a dirty bomb here.

But what's the target?

We believe Zanetakos is planning
to detonate a dirty bomb

somewhere in the central
time zone of the United States.

Why would she want to
do that, Lizzy?

Somebody hired this woman.

She killed a man today...
Nadeem Idris.

He was an attaché
at the Turkish embassy.

Looks like
they were having an affair.

We suspect
it was a means to an end.

Have you found the connection
to your husband?

We have looked through all
of Zanetakos' phone messages,

all her records.

There wasn't a single message
from Tom.

Perhaps they exchanged letters.

There's nothing between them.

My husband is innocent.

Did you talk to Burris?

- Please take a seat.
- Okay.

He backed me up, though, right?

Okay, who is this?

You don't know?

No.

That's Walter Burris,

the headmaster
at the Rothwell School.

W-w-what is this,
some kind of trick?

Did this guy say he met with me?
Because I didn't meet with him.

And if he says that he met with me,
then he's lying. He is lying to you.

Because I've never seen this guy
before in my life, not once.

He's being set up.

Look, uh, I met with a man who...

who claimed to be Walter Burris.

For 45 minutes,
he interviewed me.

- Look, is Lizzy back there?
- I need you to stay seated.

Look, I didn't do anything, okay?
You have to believe me.

All I did was walk out of a hotel,

and someone took a picture, okay?

Someone is doing this to me!

The picture.

Look, I-I don't know
what you think I did

or who you think I...

FBI!

Clear!

Ressler.

Victor Fokin, the FSB agent.

She was watching him.

So she could kill him, not Tom.

She's an assassin.

Guys, you might want to
check this out.

Found this by her bed.

Give us a minute.

This is evidence.

Listen, Keen, whatever you think
this may mean,

I admire what you're doing,
standing up for your husband,

but...I think we both know

it's time for you
to protect yourself.

I didn't know where else to go.

We found a picture of Tom
in her house.

He said he doesn't know her,
but clearly he does.

So much is happening,

and I just don't know
how to process it all.

I mean, a part of me thinks

that you're manipulating
this whole thing

and you're trying
to ruin my life.

But that's just a part of...

But if I'm wrong about Tom...

If he isn't who...

I don't think I can handle
any of it without him.

I feel like I'm drowning,

like I don't know what's real
or who I can trust.

You can trust me.

I needed you
to be wrong about him.

Your husband may have been connected
to our primary suspect.

If I let you into the field
and you discover

some incriminating information
on him,

I have no reason to believe
you won't suppress it.

But circumstances require
your continued involvement.

We found something
on Zanetakos' hard drive...

Money she wired
to a dummy corp in Berlin.

Interpol says the funds are linked
to a man named Maxwell Ruddiger,

a bomb expert
operating out of Europe.

And you need me because
you need Red to find this guy.

Ruddiger's our best connection,

not only to Zanetakos,
but your husband.

Find him.

No. Hakim,
that is not the problem.

Listen to me.
Shipping is my business.

Once I receive payment,
the merchandise ships.

That's the deal.

According to my man in Houston,
the payment's not there.

It's been diverted to New Orleans,
which is entirely unacceptable.

Well, I don't care
if the wedding is Saturday.

All I care about is my payment.

Hakim, this conversation is over.

Hello, Lizzy.

What can I do for you?

Maxwell Ruddiger.
Tremendous bomb maker.

Haphazard as hell, terrible drinker,

but he gets the job done.

Zanetakos made a wire payment
to him a few weeks ago.

So he's the link.

Ruddiger can get you to Zanetakos,

and she'll get you to Tom.

Can you help me find him?

I hear you're using Cobalt 60
in the device,

and you know as well as I

there's only one reputable
supplier on the market,

and that's our friend Yuri.

Now, I like Yuri.

I floated in the Dead Sea with Yuri,

climbed Masada with his wife.

But if your device goes off,
they'll be looking to him.

And if they look to him...

they'll look to me.

Because Yuri talks faster
than a cheerleader

after a nooner
under the grandstands.

Probably not a metaphor
you understand.

But you do understand
my position.

Ahh.

So...

I need your help, Max.

I need to know about this device
you've made for Gina.

Red, I'm sorry.

I can't.

Just like I wouldn't do
the betray to you,

I can't do that to her.

That's unfortunate.

I'm in the middle of negotiating
something very interesting,

something unique in Syria.

I'll be playing all sides.

Ah, I thought there might be
a place for you at the table.

Another day.

I know that you're in there.

I know you're in there.

I know you're watching,
and I didn't do anything.

Lizzy...

Honey, please.
I didn't do anything.

It's a sedan.

The car is the bomb.

Contamination radius
of over five miles.

When will it detonate?

19 hours.

Don't know where.

Then we'll have to ask Gina.

Call her.

I just need to know where she is.

This will never come back on you.

I know you want to get
your hands around her neck.

But when you do, don't kill her.

- Kill her? I want to talk to her.
- All right, let's go. Huddle up.

All right, let's make this
quick and clean.

Once you get a visual I.D.
on Zanetakos, call it.

We'll move in. We'll take her.

No shots fired.

Let's not make the 6:00 news,
all right?

She's moving north.

Copy that.
All units converge on my go.

I've got her.
East Green, moving.

She's making a break for it.

Keen, talk to me.

No! Call medevac!

We need someone in here now.

Don't die.

- What the hell did you do?
- Excuse me?

- Calm down.
- Don't tell me to calm down!

- Agent Keen...
- That woman was the link!

She was the only proof
that my husband is innocent!

And now she's what? Dying?

Lying unconscious in some hospital?

She's in surgery.

Have we forgotten that
there's a bomb out there?

I haven't forgotten anything.
I've been here for seven years.

You've been here for seven weeks.

We have less than four hours.

You think we don't know that?

What, is Zanetakos gonna come
out of surgery by then?

Because that was
the only lead we have!

I told you to calm down.

The bomb...
What do you know?

We know what you know.

It's built into a car,
German-made. It's dirty.

Well, do you know why Zanetakos
killed Nadeem Idris in that hotel

or how the Hanar Group is connected,

- who their enemies are?
- The investors.

What do you mean, the investors?

The company stock
is at an all-time low.

They're in trouble,

dragged down by a 48% drop
in the market share

of their largest division.

What division?

Shipping. They operate
a port in New Orleans.

New Orleans...
What do you know about it?

Quite a lot.
What do you have in mind?

You were on the phone.

That guy...
Someone was getting married.

You were talking. Something
about New Orleans and the ports.

Yes.

You told the man on the phone
your payment was diverted. Why?

It happens every once in a while,
but this was unprecedented.

An associate of mine
in New Orleans

was advising illicit traffic in the Gulf
to be rerouted to New Orleans.

The Hanar Group hired Zanetakos.

They're a majority owner
of a port in New Orleans.

- Where was your payment diverted from?
- Houston.

That's the target.

New Orleans and Houston
are the two biggest ports in the Gulf.

If Houston were to close...

Because of radioactive contamination.

All traffic would have to
be diverted to New Orleans.

Hanar's profits would soar.

They'd be the only game
in the Gulf.

That's my girl.

The port of Houston.

You need to halt all cargo
traffic headed there right now.

That's the destination.

The Hanar Group hired Zanetakos
to bomb the port.

It could be anywhere.

Your girlfriend's been shot.

What are you talking about?
Liz?

- Her... Gina Zanetakos.
- Who?

The one who helped you kill Fokin.

- I didn't kill anyone.
- What do you know about the bomb?

What do you know about the ship?

What ship?! I don't know
what you're talking about.

How about a manifest,
a crate number? Help me, Tom!

Why don't you help me?
Because I didn't do anything.

I don't know who this woman is.

I don't know anything
about a bomb or a boat.

I don't know why
there was a gun in my house

or money or passports.

All I know about is this.
You think I faked this?

You think I invited a psychopath
into my house to gut me?

This is real.

In less than an hour,
a bomb is gonna go off,

and people are gonna die.

We've been through five sections
and found nothing.

This port is 25 miles long.

- It will take us weeks to inspect it all.
- We've got less than an hour.

We're missing something.

The Hanar Group...
They hire Zanetakos.

She contracted Ruddiger
to build a bomb.

But...something's missing.

Nadeem Idris.

What ships have been in or out
of here in the last week

from Turkey?

None.

Why would Zanetakos need
a low-level Turkish diplomat

to get a car bomb into the country?

Because it's illegal to search
diplomatic cargo.

With his help,

Zanetakos was able to get
the car in without inspection.

It's on one of these ships.

Check the manifests
for all incoming ships

for any items
signed by Nadeem Idris.

Security,
check all the shipping logs.

It's re-fabricated.

I've never seen anything like it.

The bomb's not just
inside the car.

- It is the car.
- Well, we've got minutes here.

What we've got
is a big-ass problem.

There's over 2,000 people
who work in this harbor.

- It will take hours to evacuate.
- We've only got 10 minutes.

Can I explain something?
This thing is radiological.

When it detonates,
it will go airborne,

and everything within
a five-mile radius

will be contaminated.

My suggestion is you take
the last 10 minutes

- and get the hell out of here.
- What if we put it in the water?

The radiation
can be contained underwater.

How do we get this off the ship?

We crane it off.

- This isn't gonna work.
- It'll work.

It's not gonna work.
We got less than a minute.

We're running out of time.

Move! Come on. Get out.

Because there was
no airborne exposure,

the NRC is saying that
contamination was contained,

which is the only reason

why the U.S. attorney
is considering a plea agreement

in exchange for your cooperation...

Your full cooperation.
Is that clear?

Yes.

Your prints are on a nine-millimeter

used to assassinate Victor Fokin
in Boston last June.

- Did you kill him?
- Yes.

Why?

Someone didn't want him to talk.

Go on.

He was a Russian agent
defecting to the U.S.

Somebody didn't want him
spilling secrets.

What secrets?

Fokin had information

about the route
Chechen guerrillas were using

to move their supplies
to their soldiers

on the Russian border.

The guy who hired me

was making millions
providing those supplies.

His name is Raymond Reddington.

Do you know Tom Keen?

We found this picture of him
in your apartment.

Never seen him before.

Tom?

That's him...

who I met with.

That's the guy who
interviewed me for the job.

Please do come in.

You and I... We're done.

I heard about Tom.

Yeah. Zanetakos confessed.

Or took the fall.

The passports? Forged.
The money in the box?

Traced to an offshore account
of yours.

I can only lead you to the truth.

I can't make you believe it.

The truth is that you're
a sick, twisted man.

This, your obsession with me...

You put Tom's picture
in Zanetakos' apartment.

- No.
- You hired her to kill Victor Fokin.

You set my husband up

by having your errand boy
lure him to Boston.

Is that what Tom said?

I don't understand why
you would do this, any of it!

Go to hell.

Oh, the one night you're on time.

I was really looking forward
to the make-up sex.

Do you believe he's innocent?

It can't be that simple, right?

The only thing that's clear to me

is that he doesn't work
for Reddington.

Well, then,
who the hell does he work for?

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