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MALLOY:
Remarkable, isn't he?

Perfect limbs.

Plenty of bone.

Like God's own
racehorse.

Extraordinary.

Tell me about
the stud fees.

MALLOY:
150,000 euros a mare.

150 mares a year.

Bit early to put him out
to stud, if you ask me.

Truth is, Fitz stands
to make more on the stables

than on the racetrack.

I know 150K
is a pretty penny,

but your mare won't find
a better match.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

I agree.

* Tra la, la-tra la,
tra-ah, la *

(CHUCKLES)
To Fitzpleasure.

To Fitz. Slainte.

* Tra-ah, la

Unfair, really.

Stallions get
the prestige,

but breeding
a quality racehorse is
as much about the dam

as the sire.

* Tra la, la-tra,
la, tra-ah

* In your snatch
fits pleasure

What have you done?

* Broom-shaped pleasure

You're a beautiful creature.

Too beautiful
for this world.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

It'll all be over soon.

* Tra la la

* Oh, oh, oh, oh

* Blended by the lights

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Hey, you want to
grab, uh, lunch?

Yeah. There's a burger place
in Adams Morgan

I've been wanting to try.

Lunch sounds so...

I believe the word you're
looking for is "amazing."

Yeah, completely amazing,

but, like, something
parents would do.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh!

Yeah. If either of us
had even remotely
normal parents.

Now, that's the word
I was looking for.

Lunch sounds so
completely normal.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

You know I love normal.

LIZ: Someone's really
trying to get ahold of you.

I know. Sorry. Hello?
NIK: Pete called.

He ran a search on the DNA
from the bones.

Uh, sorry, not interested.
Not interested?

Oh, right.
Liz is there.

Look, you shouldn't call
this early. Telemarketer.

They're not supposed
to be calling us.

Look, Pete wants to meet.
His apartment. 2:00.

Hey, we're on
the no-call list.

What you're doing
is illegal.

She's right. It is.

And I can't believe I let
the two of you rope me
into it.

(CELL PHONES BEEP)

At lunch,

no calls, no interruptions.

Agreed. Just you and me
being normal.

Yeah.
(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

LIZ: Reddington?

LIZ: Nice upgrade
from the no-tell motel.

Can you afford it?

It's a three-day rental
Dembe found through
some online site.

Something b-n-b?

Are you familiar
with such a thing?

Uh, me and a billion
other people.

REDDINGTON: They match hosts
who want to rent out
their homes

with guests
who want to rent them

and get a commission
from each one.

It's a license
to print money.

The renters never have
to meet the owners.

The Robinsons simply
put my key

in a lockbox outside.

Completely anonymous.

Peel.

Ah!

Great ideas
are like great athletes.

Efficient, elegant,
powerful.

I'm aroused by both
and mourn the death
of either.

"Champion racehorse
and trainer
die in stable fire."

REDDINGTON: Fitzpleasure was
the greatest

European racehorse
in a generation.

His stud price was set
at 150,000 euros,

but he only covered
a single mare

before the fire. One.

Which is why I know
he was murdered.
Peel.

It doesn't say anything here
about murder or arson.

REDDINGTON: In horse breeding,
genes are everything,

and Fitzpleasure
had the best ones.

His owners stood
to make millions

spreading his seed.

Now he's dead,
and another owner

is conveniently positioned
to reap the windfall.

The owner of Fitzpleasure's
only offspring.

Bananas.
REDDINGTON: (CHUCKLING)
What? No.

"Pot," "mustard,"
"satchel"...

What's that? Q-I? Qi?

Qi.

(LAUGHING) Oh, come on!

It means "life force."

Honestly. You're like one of
those extraordinary children

who knows how to spell
"onomatopoeia."

But even he couldn't spell out
why a horse killer

is on the Blacklist.

The last white rhino,
the final dodo bird,

the only surviving member
of a group or species

is called an endling.

You're not looking for
a horse killer, Elizabeth,

you're in search of
the endling himself.

The nom de plume of
the legendary creator

of one-of-a-kind items.

LIZ: Baghdad, 2015.

An RPG took down
a private plane

carrying one of
the only two known statues

of the Sumerian
goddess, Inanna.

Four crew members were killed
in the crash,

leaving the only other statue
in private hands.

Turkey, 2016.

A nursery cultivating
a unique species of

drought-resistant barley
was stolen

and three botanists
were murdered.

The genetic profile
used to create the seed
was taken

and all but one of
the samples destroyed,

giving the new owner
a virtual monopoly
on the next harvest.

Reddington believes
her next target
is on U.S. soil.

"Her"?

Well, according to the report
from the Irish authorities,

the trainer who died
in the fire,

he had a visitor
just before the incident.

Woman of
Middle Eastern descent,
early 30s,

going by the alias
Alicia Grey.

The best way to find her
is by talking to the people

who benefit from her actions.

Fitzpleasure's
sole offspring.
Do we know the owner?

Yep. Caleb Hess.

CEO of an international
security contracting firm

based in Hanover,
Maryland.

Yes, I benefited
from the tragedy.

RESSLER: Your horse tripled
in value overnight.

That's not a benefit.
That's a windfall.

Call it what you like.

It's still a tragedy
I had nothing to do with.

SAMAR: We reviewed
your company's
financial statements.

You have quite a bit of debt.
You can't pay your creditors.

CALEB: We're having issues,
yes, but I don't see
what that has...

We know the woman
that you hired

used the alias Alicia Grey.

What's her real name?

I don't know
because I didn't hire...

You're the largest
shareholder, and when
your stock nosedives,

so does your savings.

Now, this is
a tough position to be in

for someone
who sees themselves
as a provider.

The person who takes care
of the family.

And that's how
you see yourself,
isn't it, Mr. Hess?

It's why you
transferred ownership

of your prized thoroughbred
to your son

just days after
the unfortunate incident
with Fitzpleasure

sent the value of
his new asset
through the roof.

You may be headed
towards bankruptcy,

but it seems your son
is wealthier than ever.

I transferred an asset
to my child

for estate-tax reasons.

There's nothing illegal
in that.

No, there is not,
but it is illegal

to conspire to murder
a racehorse.

And when we find out
you did that, which we will,

as well as your son
benefiting from that windfall,

we will go after him
as a co-conspirator.

You leave my son
out of this.

Sure.

As soon as you tell us
what we need to know.

SAMAR: The woman...
Who is she?

She never said anything
about murder.

All she said was that
she could increase

my foal's value.
She didn't say how.

SAMAR: How did you
contact her?

CALEB: I didn't.
She came to me.

RESSLER: So,
how did you pay her?

She didn't want money.
She wanted information.

RESSLER: What kind of
information?

CALEB: Security protocols
we put in place

for the daughter
of a king.

SAMAR: Who is she?
Princess Sonya of Montenegro.

My firm trained her team
years ago.

She'll have at least
four bodyguards

working in coordination
with local law enforcement.

She uses aliases,
decoy vehicles,

and books an entire floor
wherever she's staying.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Dresner.
NIRAH: Where are we at?

Uh, the numbers are improving
to hit our targets.

Good. Prepare station three.

I should have
an addition soon.

What does the endling want
with European royalty?

The princess
is the sole heir
to the throne.

If she dies,
the royal family dies
with her.

Who benefits from that?
According to
the State Department,

King Jovan and his daughter
instituted reforms

that were unpopular with
the country's hard-liners.

So the princess' death means
the end of the king's line

and a win for
the reactionaries.

ARAM: Okay, according to
the Diplomatic
Security Service,

Princess Sonya
is here in D.C.

to deliver a speech
at the UNESCO Conference,

and she has a room block
at the Greylock Hotel

in downtown D.C.
under the name Elise Wolf.

Aram, alert hotel security.

Ressler, Navabi, Keen,
get to that hotel now.

"...of all
the long-standing..."

(CONVERSING IN SERBIAN)

Perfect.
Please come in.

Donald Ressler, FBI.

Tom Campbell,
Head of Security.
We spoke on the phone.

Ms. Wolf has
the entire 15th floor.

RESSLER: What's the fastest
way there?

Main elevator.
South hall.

LIZ: Go. I'll keep an eye
on surveillance.

I'm gonna need access
to your security feeds.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

End of the hall.
Suite 1550.

Hey, wait a minute.
What's going on?

Agent Donald Ressler,
FBI.

We're gonna need to
see your princess.
There's been a threat.

MAN: Checking
the stairwell now.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Wait. Go back.
That stairwell.

Command. Command,
we lost power
on the 15th floor.

What's going on?

MAN: There's been a breach
on floor 15.

We lost the feeds!

We need to get her out
of there right now!

(BEEPING)

Back! Back! Back! Now!

(ALARM BLARING)

RESSLER:
Don't shoot! FBI!

I need confirmation.
What's going on?

FBI. Lower your weapons.

What's going on?

Princess Sonya,
there's been a breach.

I need you
to come with us.

(BLARING CONTINUES)

RESSLER: We've got
the princess.
We're on the move.

Ana Dewan?

Yes?
Diplomatic security.

Please come with me.
The princess needs you.

Please! It's urgent!

SAMAR:
Are you all right?

Wait. Ana.
It's okay.

You're safe now.
Please. Please.

No. Ana.
We can't leave Ana.

NIRAH: Hurry. Please hurry.
Get in.

(TASER CRACKLES)

PETE: I was able to pull
a sample off the bones

and run a DNA sequence,
which, when you think
about it,

is pretty remarkable
considering the...

Did you get a name?
No.

None of the databases
I searched had a match.

Even the federal
DNA database?

CODIS is a two-step process,
and I can't get past step one.

I can run
the search remotely,
which is super illegal,

but that will only
get you a match.

To get an identity,
you need a Fed to
authorize the request.

So, you can know the bones
match someone in the system,

but you can't get the name
of that someone

without an FBI agent
signing off.

Which ain't gonna happen.

Whatever you're thinking...
I could just take
her credentials.

...stop thinking it.
She doesn't even have to know.

That's a terrible idea.

An ID would work.

So, I've started her
on Epogen,
B12, testosterone.

If she responds
like the others,

I'll have her up to
the desired volume soon.

Alert your team.
I want them ready
when I return.

(CLATTERS)

REDDINGTON: Hello, there.

DEMBE: Somebody knows
we're here.

Pity.

I was just starting
to feel at home.

I need a name.

The person who hired you.

No one.

We weren't hired.

Proverbs 21,
verse ten.

Solomon's dissertation
on the wicked

and the company they keep.
Do you know it?

Proverbs?

Stirs up more passion
than any other verse
we study

in Talmud class.

"There is no honor
among thieves."

I disagree.

A few thieves have been
among the most honorable men

I have ever known.

What about you, Sven,

are you
an honorable man?

Uh, yeah. I think so.

Hmm.

Let's put that to the test,
shall we?

(MAN GROANS)

(CLATTERING)

I need a name.

The Mailman.
That's all I know.

Nash talked to him.
The Mailman sent us.

REDDINGTON: I do like a nice,
long soak, don't you?

(GASPING)

The Mailman.
Where can we find him?

COOPER: I know this is
a very difficult time for you,

but understanding
why Ana was targeted

is our best chance
of getting her back safely.

Can you think of any reason
why someone would target

your assistant
instead of you?

Ana isn't my assistant.

She's...

It's hard to describe
what she is.

I'm pregnant.

My child will be
second in line to the throne.

If something happens to me
while I'm pregnant,

if I need
emergency surgery,

Ana was here to provide
a transfusion.

Why not get one
at a hospital?

I have Lutheran
B-negative blood.

It's a rare type.

There's no guarantee
they would have it.

But Ana does.

That's why
you keep her around?
She's a walking blood bank?

Actually, Ana and I don't
have the same blood type.

You're telling me
seven people in the world

have Ana's blood type?
Seven?

Out of seven billion?
Incredible, right?

That is why it is known
as golden blood.

I understand
that it's rare,

but not why it would be
valuable to someone
like the princess.

Okay. So, 99% of us

have high-prevalence antigens
in our blood.

If the ones who don't
receive a transfusion

from the ones who do,
the incompatibility
can prove fatal.

So, finding a donor
for people with
rare blood types,

like the princess,
is super difficult.

And if they're in a crisis,
I can only imagine

it would be a desperate race
against the clock.

And golden blood is compatible
with the princess' blood type.

With any rare
blood types.

It is the only known
universal donor,

which, obviously,

makes its life-saving
capabilities enormous.

RESSLER: Yeah,
when there were seven.

Imagine if the endling
kills all but one.

The sole survivor's blood
would be worth
a king's ransom.

And, according to
the Rare Blood Database,

two have gone missing
within the last three months.

Does the database list
the locations of any other
golden bloods?

ARAM: In this country,
I see one.

Ethan Isaacs,
currently in the ICU at D.C.
Mercy Hospital.

Navabi, Ressler,
get there.

TONY: Next.

Next!

He's ready for you.

My apologies.

That last one on the right,
I've see him somewhere.

So have I.

Have you?
And where was that?

In my dreams.

I have a weakness
for bad boys.

(CHUCKLES)

I received two
unexpected packages

at my residence
last night.

Did you bring the packages
with you, sir?

I'm afraid
they're rather large.

They said
The Mailman sent them.

Imagine my surprise
when I realized

they meant
an actual mailman.

Yeah.

I got no idea
who they are.

Let me refresh
your memory.

They're the men
you sent to kill me.

Yeah. Sure thing, Pops.
Whatever you say.

You know, I got a nice
roll of stamps for you.

They have Calvin and Hobbes
on them.

Why don't you
take those?

You don't know
who I am?

Yeah. You're a pain
in my ass.

But you sent them
to my house.

Why?

Okay. Is this a joke?

That's... Yes.

Janet from circulation
sent you here to
yank my chain, right?

I think you know exactly
what I'm talking about.

TONY: Now, listen, pal.

I don't know nothing
about you
or your houseguests.

And the only person I want
to kill is my podiatrist

for having my orthotics
on backorder.

$59.98.

Alma, hey.

Ethan was hoping he'd see you
before we take him home.

How's he doing?
MAN: Kid's a fighter,

but, um,

there's nothing more
the doctors can do

but make him comfortable.

Yeah. I know.
I heard.

He's always
hated hospitals, so...

This way he can be
in his room, with us.

That's right.
That's right.

So, the nurses on four
made me promise

that I would bring Ethan by
before he left.

So, why don't you finish
up here and come down?

They have cake.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(WHISPERS)
Hey, kiddo.

Do you want to
get out of here?

Yeah?
Do you want to go home?

Okay. Okay.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Agent Ressler, FBI.
We're looking for
Ethan Isaacs.

What's wrong? What does
the FBI want with our son?

We have reason to believe
that Ethan is being
targeted for abduction.

MAN: There must me
some mistake.

Where is here?
He's in his room
with a nurse.

Alma said there was
gonna be a goodbye party
on the fourth floor.

Start lockdown
procedure now. Go!

Where are we, Alma?
Where's my mommy?

Sweetheart, please.
Just get some rest.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STALLING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

(SIGHS)

Oh! Hey, come on.
What are you doing?

REDDINGTON: When I was 17
and heading off to
the Naval Academy,

I sent the most extravagant
love letter to
Sarah Ellen Winstead.

She never replied.

To this day,
I remain convinced

that the post office
failed to deliver it,

and that if your colleagues
had simply done their jobs,

the entire arc of my life
might have been different.

I might have been thinner
and living in Maine.

(HOOD SLAMS)

You do realize that harassing
a federal employee

is a felony, right?

I'll add it to the list.

Drive.

(ENGINE STARTS)

LIZ: 8:00 would be great.

Uh-huh.

Oh, I'm sorry,
last name Keen.

Thank you.
You planning
a hot date?

Cascabel.

Oh, I love Cascabel's.
I know.

We're going
for dinner tonight.

What do you mean?
You can't stay
for lunch?

No. I'm sorry.
I got a call
in the parking lot.

It was Aram.
He said we had a break
in the case.

You don't have to explain.
Ugh!

Look at those chickens
and the burgers

and the fries!

(SIGHS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Mmm. Root beer.

Come on. I should just be
able to have lunch

with my husband
like a normal person.

Yeah, well, you are not
a normal person.

you don't have a normal job,
and that's okay,

'cause that's what I love
about you.

You said you loved normal.

Well, I did. And I do.

But... Normal.
Abnormal. Deviant.

Whatever you are, I love,
except hurt, all right?

So go save the day,

catch the bad guy,
whatever you got to do.

Just don't
get yourself shot.

LIZ: Okay.

Hey! Can I get
one more of those?

Cascabel's at 8:00.
You're buying.

Hey... Deviant.

It's a big turn-on.

ARAM: All right,
after reviewing
Ethan's medical file,

I found something
interesting.

Prior to 2011, it's blank.

How can that be.
He's nine?

Because Ethan Isaacs
wasn't always Ethan Isaacs.

Exactly.

The Isaacs adopted Ethan
in 2010 through an NGO

that briefly brought
Syrian children to the U.S.

Ethan Isaacs was born
Shahir Ahmad in 2008

in Daraa, Syria,
to this woman, Nirah Ahmad.

Ethan was taken
by his mother.

ARAM: And adoption records
indicate that she has

the same rare blood type
as her son.

And in a war-torn country
like Syria,

she must've known
that a golden blood

has almost no chance
of surviving
a traumatic injury.

Well, if the mother's
a golden blood,
then she's also at risk.

So, why didn't she leave
with her son?

ARAM: To fight
for her country.

She was an active member
of the Free Syrian Army

until she disappeared
in 2014.

LIZ: Right after
Ethan got sick.

Three months before
her first attack.

Where are we
on locating her?

ARAM: When I ran her photo
against the images taken

from the traffic cams
near the hospital,
I found this.

SAMAR: Do we have an ID
on the driver?

ARAM: I am still working
on that.

According to his file,
Ethan has progressive
idiopathic myocarditis.

Now, the procedure
that could save his life

would require transfusions
of golden blood

that the hospital
just couldn't provide.

Ethan was being sent home
to die.

Instead, his mother
kidnapped him.

After kidnapping
two other golden bloods.

We've been looking at this
all wrong.

She's not kidnapping them
to create an endling,

she's doing it so that they'll
have enough golden blood

to perform the procedure.

ARAM: And it's not just
the blood she'll need.

Myocarditis requires
a heart transplant.

And in order for his body
not to reject it,

the heart needs to come
from another golden blood.

COOPER: Pull everything DHS
has on Nirah Ahmad...

Phone records, passports,
known associates.

Get into her life.

Aram, widen the CCT grid

and see if we can't get
a hit on that car.

I want this woman found

before she starts butchering
people to save her son.

(SINGING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)

ETHAN: Where are we?

Some place safe, habibi.

I want my mommy.

I'm right here,
my darling.

And when this is all over,
I'll explain everything
to you, okay?

I promise.

All you need to know
is I did everything
to protect you.

(HUMMING)

I don't suppose
you're gonna tell me

how you managed
to get this.

TOM: How long till you ID
the bones?

Way you're all lathered up,
you'd think we were
looking at

the bones of
Osama bin Laden.

Just let me know
the minute you get
something, all right?

I get it.

I have enemies.

People who want
to kill me.

"Why" is not your concern.

What matters is that,
when it comes to my security,

I take
extraordinary precautions.

Tigger and Pooh violated
those precautions
at your direction.

I assumed it was
to kill me.

If it wasn't, I need you
to tell me why they did it.

It wasn't to kill you.

When people go away,
they put their mail
on hold, right?

We keep a list.
It's a hold list

of who's away and how long
they're gonna be away for.

And then, while they're gone,
we rob them.

That's it.

I know
their correspondence.

I know what magazines
they subscribe to.

Based on that,
maybe their area code.

You know,
I can guesstimate

the value of the items
inside the house.

How extensive is the list?

It covers the city
and the surrounding suburbs.

But it could cover more.

More?
The hold lists.

Does every post office
in the country have them?

Yeah. I suppose so.

And the robbers?

I troll the dark web
for interested parties.

I take my commission
in advance,

and then I give out
the address.

(CHUCKLING)
What a marvelous idea.

Really marvelous.

I mean,
except, of course,

when the owners rent out
their homes
while they're away,

but that's a small burl
in the wood we can sand down.

Wait, So you... You don't...
You don't live here?
(DOORBELL RINGS)

Excuse me.

(STAMMERS) And what did you
mean by "we"?

Wait. Did he say "we"?

The endling's name
is Nirah Ahmad.

She has a sick child
who needs
a heart transplant.

My gut tells me
that every attack
she's responsible for

has been to finance
this procedure.

And I know for a fact
that people will die

if we don't find out where
that surgery is taking place.

What else do you know?
Nothing.

We have a photo,
that's it.

And we don't know
black-market medicine.
You do.

I've seen him before.

LIZ: Do you know
where to find him?

REDDINGTON: No,
but I know who might.

Let me grab my hat.
This should be fun.

(DOORBELL DINGS)

REDDINGTON: Good afternoon,
young lady.

I'm here to pick up
my labradoodle.

What's the name?

I don't think we have
any labradoodles in there.

Her name is Edwina.

She was dropped off by
my dog walker, Hiram Toomey.

Of course. Edwina.

I remember.
Darling dog.

Right this way.

Thank you.

LIZ: Where are we?
What is this place?

REDDINGTON:
The private clinic of
Dr. Melissa Lomay,

general surgeon
and owner and proprietor

of Doctors
Without Morals,

the first choice
in healthcare for
the career criminal.

Mmm, such nimble fingers.
Brings back memories.

Mm. Raymond.

How's your ass?

Tight as a drum,
thanks to you.

We were camping
in the altogether

under the most delightful
autumn moon

in the Forest of Dean
when a wild pig

came out of nowhere

and gored my left flank,
so to speak.

And Melissa here
not only slew the beast
and salved my wound

with a honey of...

Yarrow.
...yarrow compress,

but also made the most
scrumptious pork pie

in the monarchy.

Fascinating story,
but we're kind of
in a hurry.

"We"?
Cynthia Rutherford.

I've hired Mr. Reddington
to find someone.

One of your employees...
Dr. Felix Dresner,

if I'm remembering
correctly.

He's on a job.

Where?

You know I can't give out
that kind of information.

(SOFTLY) Melissa,
while I appreciate
your desire

to protect the good doctor,
he is a liability.

Miss Rutherford isn't
the only one looking
for him.

The police are,
as well.

Help me find him
before they do

and I'll cauterize the wound
so nothing bleeds back to you.

What has he done?

The less you know,
the better.

We simply need
a location.

ARAM: Okay, hold on.

I think I may have just
figured this out.

Okay, the street address
you gave me was zoned

as a zoological
research facility,

but construction
was put on hold

due to this ongoing
court battle.

However, if I'm reading
these permits right,

it looks like the only
section of the facility
that was okayed

was the second story.

Agents Ressler and Navabi
are en route,

maybe 10 minutes out.

(DRILL WHIRRING)

Step away
from the tables.

Hands. Everyone, hands where
I can see them.

No. No. Keep going.

I know you're trying to save
your son,

but I can't let you
hurt these people
in order to do it.

I will not let him die.

You're gonna have to let us
take him home.

His home is with me.
I gave him up once.

I will not
give him up again.

The hospital, then.

You know the hospital
can't help.

I know someone who can.

(WHISPERS)
What are you talking about?

Is there a force
in the universe

more powerful than
a mother's love for her child?

The miracles of
modern medicine
pale in comparison.

Can be life-saving.

But not here.

Not now.

The next people
who come storming in here

will be throwing you all
in paddy wagons.

The best chance your son has
is if we leave.

Now.

Leave?

Dr. Dresner can stay
to care for the others.

No. Without the doctor
or a viable heart, we can't...

I know.
We can't.

I'm asking the impossible,
for you to trust
a complete stranger

with the well-being
of your son.

But if you stay here,

the authorities will take him
and he will die.

Please.

Trust me.

Three patients
for emergency evac.

Keen? What's going on?
Where's Nirah?

She and her son escaped
before I got here.

RESSLER: All right,
I want birds in the air,

units at every intersection
in a two-mile radius.

I want this woman found.

I need your services.
No.

It wasn't a request.

LIZ: We're sorry for
pulling you into this.
NIK: No, you're not.

LIZ: Okay, no. I'm not.

If it means
saving Ethan's life.

You're not sorry
you're in this world...

His world.

The bypass machine
is ready. Patient's prepped.

Soon as we have
the donor heart,
we can proceed.

The heart is already here.

You know,
the day that you were born,

I was also born.

(SOBS)

It was the day I discovered
the true meaning of my life

was just to love
and protect you forever.

NIK: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?

You cannot kill this woman
to save that boy.

Agreed. I have no intention
of killing her.

Strange...

I always knew a golden blood
would have to die

to save his life...

but I just never imagined
it would be me.

(GUNSHOT)

* When I passed you
in the doorway

* And you took me
with a glance

* Should have been
on that last bus home

* But I asked you
for a dance

* Now we go steady
to the pictures

* I always get
chocolate stains on my pants

* My father's going crazy

* Says you're living
in a trance

* Dancing in the moonlight

* It's caught me
in a spotlight

* It's all right,
dancing in the moonlight

* On this long hot,
summer night

Clear.

* Well, it's 3:00
in the morning

* And I'm
on the streets again

* Disobeyed another warning

* I should have been home
by 10:00

What's the end game?

* Now I won't get out
until Sunday *

Nirah sacrifices herself
to save her son,
and then what?

There has to be
an ulterior motive.

Otherwise, why bother?

I had no veiled intent
in giving you this case,

just a sincere desire
to stop a criminal

I believed to be
truly reprehensible.

LIZ: Now what do you believe?

That a sinner
can also be a saint.

Are we still talking
about Nirah?

Given the same
circumstances,

I'd like to think
I'd be as brave
as her.

I know I'd want
to be.

How is he?
He's alive, for now.

His heart's beating
on its own.

An ambulance is on its way
to take him to
a proper hospital.

If he makes it through
the night, he has a chance.

Thank God.

I'm in your debt.

Can I collect
on it now?

Name your price.

Never call me again,
either of you.

Nik (CHUCKLES)
you don't mean that.

He's the country's
most-wanted criminal.

He's my father.

Which excuses nothing.

An hour ago,
Ethan Isaacs

was brought back
to the hospital.

But you already knew that,
didn't you?

Yes.

Which means you also know
Nirah Ahmad
was also brought in

for an autopsy to determine
who shot her in the head

and transplanted her heart
into her son's body.

She shot herself.
You lied to your partners.

Told them you didn't know
where Nirah
and her son were,

when you not only knew
where they were,

you conspired
with Reddington

to arrange
an unauthorized operation.

If I hadn't,
Ethan would be dead.

COOPER: And his mother
would be alive.

LIZ: A criminal died to save
the life of a child.

I'm okay with that.

Who cares
if you're okay with it?

You don't get to decide
who lives and who dies.

Neither does Reddington.

This was his idea,
wasn't it?

Yes, and I agreed
with him.

I know.

And that's what
concerns me

not just now,
but going forward,

his influence over you.

I'm not influenced by him.

Elizabeth, you know
how much I care
about you.

As much as if you were
my own daughter.

But you're not,
you're his,

and I would be lying

if I said that didn't
make me concerned.

You have no reason
to be concerned.

Maybe.

But if today
was any indication,

I think I do.

I'm watching you,
Elizabeth.

Listen, man,
I've been calling all day.

NIK: Blame your
father-in-law.

He and Liz pulled me into
something typically insane.

They what?

Don't worry, I didn't mention
our little secret.

Well, what about Pete?

'Cause I've called
four times,
and I got crickets.

He'll call when
he has something.

I don't like it.
He's got the bones.

He's got the connection
to CODIS.

I mean, I could practically
see the dollar signs

in his eyes
earlier today.

What if he screws us?

NIK: Look, his place is
on my way home.

I'll swing by,
see what's going on.

Honestly, I don't know
who's crazier,

you or her or me
for helping both of you.

Just call me the minute
you hear from him.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
(DOOR OPENS)

I am the worst.

I can't believe
I missed lunch and dinner.

Don't worry about it.

It seems like
you had a tough day.

(SIGHING) Yeah.

It was complicated.

Anthony. Welcome back.

Look, if this is
about you

wanting a piece
of my business...

It's not.

Okay, good.

It's about me taking over
your business.

Yeah. No! No!
That's not happening!

Right now, you have 100%
of a business

that clears maybe $50,000,
$100,000 a year. Maybe.

I'm offering you 10%
of a business

that will clear
100 times that.

How you gonna do that?

The value of your information
isn't in what you are able

to take out of these houses,

it's in who you're able
to put in them.

Reliable safe houses

are incredibly hard to find
and always at a premium.

Instead of robbing
these homes,

I propose we rent them

to individuals
who don't want to be found.

If you can secure
hold lists in every state,

we'll have a network
of reliable hideouts

stretching all across
the country.

Can you get the lists?

Yeah. I could do that.
You can get the people?

Only the ones willing to pay
through the nose.

So, I...
We are gonna be rich?

Obscenely.

In the meantime,
what do you have available

for tomorrow night?

Pete?

I'm terrified
to admit it.

I don't want to admit it.
But it's true.
No, it's not.

Look, Liz, you're kind,

and you're decent
and honest.

Reddington is not decent.

He's dishonest
and he's dangerous.

Reddington and I
got Nik involved in something

he never should've
been a part of.

Nik's a big boy.
He can take care
of himself.

LIZ: I know he can,
but ultimately,
it's my responsibility.

Nik would've never been
involved with Reddington
if it weren't for me.

And he's been
a good friend to us

and I just feel like we're
never gonna see him again.

(GASPS)

And I don't blame him.

TOM: He'll come around.
He will.
Just give him some time.

It'll be fine.

(DOOR CLOSES)