Previously on "The Blacklist"...
I knew her as Katarina Rostova,
one of her many names.
Many powerful people were looking for your mother.
She was being hunted.
And she knew she needed to disappear, to fade away.
As I feared would happen, elements from Katarina's past
are circling Elizabeth like a pack of wolves in the night.
I'm not sure Elizabeth will ever be ready
to learn about what you did to Katarina.
I need to control the danger to Elizabeth.
I have built a vast criminal network
predicated on that very principle.
Katarina.
I've always helped you.
You were never on my side.
I'm your mother.
A mother protects her children.
I did protect you, by hiding you.
And I didn't want you to be hunted, too.
I love you, Masha.
You know you can't trust that woman, right?
"That woman" is my mother.
No, she's just using that to exploit you.
If you hurt her, we're done.
Whatever happened here, it's over.
There's no sign of Reddington or Keen.
No visible blood or spent shell casings.
We can get a forensic team, see what they find.
Do it, but my guess is, we won't find anything.
Reddington probably had his cleaners on standby.
He didn't kill her. He wouldn't.
I mean, uh, it is Mr. Reddington,
but, guys... guys, still, i-it's Liz's mother.
Agent Ressler, any word from Keen?
No. Nothing. When she called to tell me
what Reddington was going to do, it was on Dembe's cell.
If she still has it, she's not answering.
What about her phone?
She doesn't have it. Reddington's people took it
and her service weapon when they grabbed us.
You need to get to her apartment.
Agent Mojtabai, call Agnes' school,
find out whether Keen picked her up.
You have reached the voicemail box of...
Elizabeth Keen.
Hey, Liz, it's Merritt.
We got your message. Yes, of course,
you know Agnes can always come home with us after school.
I'm sure Kelly will be thrilled.
Hope work goes well.
Next message.
Hey, Keen, it's me.
We need to talk. Look, I'm not mad, okay?
But I'm worried about you.
Call me when you get this.
Next message.
All those years searching for answers,
and you were right in front of me the whole time.
For what it's worth, I didn't know
what Dom was planning in Belgrade.
I believe you.
But after, you let the world believe the lie.
You dangled me out there,
let everyone think I had the Archive.
And now I know why.
Because if they were chasing me,
it meant they weren't chasing you.
It's not quite that simple.
You're N-13, aren't you?
You framed me.
You fed me to Townsend as a patsy,
and Dominic knew and helped you do it.
I could've helped you...
the way I always have.
Kept you one step ahead.
But staying safe wasn't enough.
You needed answers.
Well, now you have them.
And now they've destroyed you.
What if I promise never to tell a soul what I've learned?
Well, that would be the last lie you ever told.
Raymond, we should go.
You think this was a mistake?
You ask a tactical question.
I see only an ethical one.
No.
It was not a mistake, but it was wrong.
Because of Elizabeth.
You've pushed her too far.
I wonder.
Most of her clothes are gone.
Where are you, Liz?
What are you doing?
Thank you, Mrs. Thomas.
And how would you like to pay for the room this evening?
Cash.
You won't kill me.
- You can't. - Why is that?
Because Elizabeth would never forgive you.
You don't know a damn thing about Elizabeth.
Oh, that's not true.
I've gotten to know her.
So, she left her apartment.
What about Agnes?
I spoke to a woman named Merritt Marks.
She took Agnes home with her daughter after school for a play date.
Now, Liz called her a few hours ago,
saying she had to leave town for a work emergency
and asked her to take Agnes for a few days.
So we're nowhere.
We've lost track of Keen and her mother.
She chose me.
She's helping me.
She has no idea who you are.
Me? I'm her mother.
And even now, there's a love there.
I can't let you leave.
My God.
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 right. Keen, Elizabeth.
It's just my gut, but I don't think she left the city.
Thanks, Joe. I appreciate your discretion.
Do you have any idea how many favors I've called in
trying to find you?
He killed her.
Thank God you're okay.
Did you hear what I said?
It was an execution.
We went to the park.
We couldn't find any evidence.
That's why I'm here.
I have all the evidence you need.
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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.
You saw it happen?
With my own eyes, and I'll testify to it.
I don't care what happens to me,
but he can't get away with this.
Say something.
I-I'm thinking. About what?
He murdered my mother.
The Russian spy who tried to bleed him to death,
who had your grandfather shot?
Who our intelligence bureaus believe killed
at least a dozen American agents for the KGB and the Cabal?
I know what she's done.
None of it justifies her execution.
I'm not trying to justify it.
Like hell you're not. You're making excuses,
looking the other way, like we've always done.
I was clear with Reddington your mother was not to be harmed.
Well, he obviously took that message to heart.
You know why he did it? Because he could.
He knew that no one on this task force
was gonna do anything about it.
- That's unfair. - It's the truth.
When he shot her,
I wanted to run,
just get Agnes and go where nobody would find us.
But I'm here because of you.
Because I thought maybe you were the one person
who still cared about what's right.
I won't be lectured by you on professional ethics.
Reddington's out of control. I know that.
I also know that I can't take him down
without taking you down with him.
I don't care anymore.
Then I'll care for you.
You kidnapped your grandfather.
A felony kidnapping charge alone is enough to destroy your life,
send you to prison,
sever any relationship you have with your daughter.
You may be disgusted by my silence, Agent Keen,
but you will benefit from it.
Everywhere I go, there's a man who insists on protecting me.
Elizabeth...
if you want out, go.
But I hope you'll think about what we do here before you decide.
It's over.
Maybe.
But I'm asking you...
talk to Reddington first.
What he did is inexcusable, but if you talk to him,
if you could get him to tell you why he did it,
it won't bring her back,
but it may start the process of healing.
It won't.
But for you, I'll consider it, sir.
If this is the last time we see each other...
for the first time, I wish you would call me Harold.
Even when you know I'm not gonna like it,
you've always been honest with me.
Very few people have.
Thank you for that...
Harold.
- Any luck? - No calls.
We're running taps on her cell and apartment lines
and a third on the friend she asked to watch Agnes...
If anyone can find me, my money's on you.
You're here.
You look tired.
Does... Does Mr. Cooper know...
- Yeah, Cooper knows. - So you talked?
Talked? Yeah. Communicated? Not so much.
Oh. Don't worry. I mean, I know he's angry, but in a day or two...
Look, I don't know how to tell you this...
He's gonna let you come back.
I don't want to come back.
I wanted to tell you in person that I...
have to step away for a bit,
and so I'm not gonna see you for a while, and...
I just want you to know how grateful I am.
This is so hard.
- Whoa. - Oh, wow. I'm so sorry.
No. Don't worry. I'll just... Uh, hang on.
- I'll just grab some paper towels. - Sure.
Coming.
It's just a part of life.
Watching the generation ahead of you,
the people you care about, grow old.
And at some point, you start to...
do the mental work necessary
to prepare yourself for the inevitable.
And yet, I'm afraid I stand here, Marvin...
woefully unprepared.
There's no way you could prepare for this, Raymond.
Dom didn't die of old age.
He was taken from you.
House won't be worth much.
It's a relic from another time, like he was.
You should bulldoze the house.
Yeah.
Skip, the house has incredible emotional value.
Mr. Reddington has no interest in bulldozing...
Well, ultimately, it's not my decision.
The house belongs to Elizabeth now.
Well, why do you say bulldoze it?
Well, the value's in the land, not the house.
You said there's five acres. You subdivide.
You put up a quarter-acre McMansion on each lot.
McMansion?
Take my advice... Stop while you're behind.
I must say, it sounds pretty awful, Skip.
But send me a proposal. I'll forward it on.
God knows if it were up to me,
given my recent bouts with mortality,
I find myself more and more in the liquidation phase.
You are not going anywhere.
As your lawyer, I forbid it.
But while we're on the subject...
You want to know if I still intend to leave
most everything of mine to Elizabeth?
Agent Keen. What brings you down to the dungeon?
Hey, Mark. Uh, Agent Mojtabai's
running some urgent wire taps,
and he asked me to drop this off for him.
Whoa. You don't see that every day.
What do you got going on?
Same as always.
Causing trouble for the worst of the worst.
I figured you couldn't tell me.
Hang on. Should be just a few minutes.
You don't want me to change your will?
Even after she took sides against you?
Okay. So, today, she opposes me, maybe tomorrow.
But not forever. Look at Dom and I.
There were years when he hated me.
Many more bad years than good.
And yet, in the end, we...
found our way to each other.
It's Elizabeth.
- Elizabeth. - I told you what would happen
- if you hurt my mother. - Where are you?
You killed her. In the park. I saw it.
I know what you saw,
and it wasn't everything you thought you saw.
I told Cooper I'm done.
I'm taking Agnes, and we're leaving,
and you're gonna let us go.
Not until we talk.
We're talking now.
Not like this.
There's a lake near Dom's house.
I'm scattering his ashes there this afternoon.
Meet us at the house, and we can talk on the way.
And if after our talk, you still feel the same,
you can say your goodbyes to us both.
- When? - 2:00 p.m.
Is that a yes?
I'll be there.
You see, Marvin?
It may feel at times like the end,
but our story isn't over yet.
There you go. Careful, now.
Thanks. Wish us luck.
You won't need it. I don't know who your target is,
but if you use that the right way, he won't know what hit him.
Keen.
How'd you find me?
Doesn't matter. The point is, I did.
If Cooper sent you to ask me to come back, I'm not doing it.
Okay, first of all, he didn't ask me to.
He doesn't even know I'm here. And, second, I agree.
I don't think you should come back.
Is that what you came to say?
Come on. I came to say you're both right.
Charging Reddington isn't an option
if it means that you go down with him.
But... you coming back to work,
like nothing ever happened,
well, it's also not an option.
- I gotta go. - Keen, what are you even doing here?
I mean, you left your apartment, you parked Agnes with...
- That's temporary. - Until what?
- What's going on with your car? - Nothing. Just...
the passenger door was sticking a little bit.
You want me to take a look?
No. I fixed it.
I know you. We've been partners a long time,
which is why I know that you have no intention
of letting this rest.
- I'm worried about you. - Join the club.
You, Cooper, Reddington, the whole crew
can just sit around and talk about what's best for Liz Keen.
That's not fair. Look, I care about you,
and there's nothing wrong with me saying that.
Are we done? Like I said, I gotta go.
Yeah.
We're done... Allison.
How'd you know that? My alias?
You got drunk one night. Wing Yee.
You told me.
So that's how you found me.
I'm gonna miss celebrating your birthday there.
Ressler.
I'll think about what you said.
I promise.
I'm glad you came.
We have a lot to talk about.
What's your plan?
To try and sell me half-truths that I can never verify or...
to confuse me with double-speak?
There is an explanation.
No.
Only a confession.
I watched you kill her.
And before you try to "explain" how you didn't...
My God.
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.
My mother prepared me for this moment.
She gave me all the proof I would ever need.
If you came to play me that recording,
you've done it.
You can take it and go.
Or you can stay while we lay your grandfather to rest...
and perhaps have a conversation.
Fine.
You ride with me.
We'll talk on the way.
Good idea.
Dembe and I will go ahead, and we'll meet you at the lake.
Dembe...
Traveler is down. We need a mobile triage.
Come on.
No more than a 10-mile radius outside 236 Glenellen.
Outside Sharptown. Get in.
Listen to me.
You are not allowed to die. Do you hear me?
Okay, hang in. Hang in.
Whatever happens...
he loves you.
You know that, right?
You chose that woman over him,
and he still wants to leave everything to you.
"That woman" was my mother.
And he killed her.
And I don't want anything from him.
What the hell are you doing here?!
You're on call for an emergency.
At a mobile unit. Not here. This is a public emergency room.
How am I supposed to...
I spoke to the Colonel.
Closest mobile unit's 17 minutes out.
He needs help now.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll handle it.
Mr. Cooper. I need your help.
I'm sorry, but I can't.
We're trying to help your friend,
but to do that, we need your help.
He doesn't have insurance.
And that's fine, but he has to have personal information.
Family history. List of medications.
And as I explained to Miss Keats,
I can only share those details with his attending physician.
Yeah, well, his attending doesn't enter him into my system.
I don't want him in your system.
Please. Mr. Vaughn. What's really going on here?
- Who is that man? - Who are you?
A spiritual advisor.
What kind of spiritual advisor carries a gun in a hospital?
Dembe. How is he?
Not good. They're doing tests now.
Who are you? Another one of his spiritual advisors?
No. I'm the Assistant Director of the FBI.
And I need you to get your security team up here right now.
Tell them to secure this floor.
Lock it down.
Woman, are you out of your mind?
- Yes. - You want to murder Reddington?
I already tried to murder him.
I need your help to finish the job.
And why exactly would I do that?
Because you know he's gonna kill you anyway.
That's why you're working with him.
He threatened your life, forced you to turn on me.
What do you think happens to you
when you're no longer of use to him?
Esi, I understand.
If you don't want to do it, I'll figure something out.
But...
I'm gonna kill him with or without your help.
- How? - The "how" is the easy part.
I got to get to him first.
- You know where he is? - Everhart Memorial Hospital.
In lockdown. Surrounded by an army of FBI agents
and protective detail.
Being assisted by hospital security
who have every inch of that building secure with CCTV.
Not to mention his body man and the security team
which is undoubtedly en route if not already there.
Let me.
What?
I can get to him.
Reddington trusts me.
I'm part of his team.
He'll kill you if he finds out.
Didn't you just say he was gonna kill me anyway?
- Yes. - I don't doubt it.
His threats to me were very real,
and I'd rather get this done
than be dragged into the grave with him.
Okay.
Here's what I was thinking.
Our best option is to just lean into the truth.
All it'll take is one call to cause pandemonium.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. What's going on?
Gib Horn. Deputy US Marshal.
An anonymous caller gave us a credible tip
you have a fugitive on site.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't play dumb with me.
Raymond Reddington. Where is he?
Now, the Marshals will cause a diversion,
but we're still fighting the clock
because everyone in Reddington's inner circle
is working to move him as fast as they can
from the hospital to a secure site.
Yes, he's medicated and under observation,
but he's not stable enough to be moved.
Well, he's certainly not safe here.
Which is why you shouldn't have brought him here to begin with.
We didn't have a choice.
No. What we have is a protocol.
Sir, we have a situation.
He's a fugitive, so he's our responsibility.
Not if we're guarding him.
What does that even mean, "guarding him"?
- Guarding what? - Harold Cooper.
What the hell is going on?
Gib Horn, US Marshals.
I'm here to take the top fugitive from your Most Wanted list
into custody.
Is that gonna be a problem?
That's... complicated.
How about you uncomplicate it?
- Our other ticking clock is Aram. - Who's Aram?
He's a very smart colleague of mine.
I got my hands on the weapon
by using one of his requisition forms,
and it's not gonna take him long
to figure out something's wrong.
Yes, I'm positive. Meaning no, I didn't request it.
Could you just please check the logs for me?
Okay. Hold on just one second.
Say we call in the Marshals and they cause this whole mess
and say your Aram friend doesn't figure out
that you've stolen military-grade explosives
from the FBI requisition locker...
and say, just for the sake of argument,
that I do get inside that hospital,
we're still gonna have to come up
with some cock-and-bull story in order
for Reddington's guards to let me anywhere near him.
That's the beauty of it. We don't need a story.
All you have to do is tell them the truth.
What exactly is the truth?
Dembe, she won't tell me,
but she says that it's urgent
and that she needs to speak to you directly.
Esi, the Feds have cleared the floor.
They're not even letting the Marshals see him, let alone you.
I don't care what you all want to believe or not.
I'm telling you... Elizabeth Keen
is on her way here now to murder Raymond Reddington.
No, that's not what I'm saying.
We're not even confirming he's here.
I'm not asking you to confirm whether he's here.
I know he's here, otherwise you wouldn't have cleared the floor.
What I'm asking is, is what JTTF you work for?
Then get her out of the meeting.
I don't care who she's with. Tell her Harold Cooper
has a mission request that's urgent priority.
The reason he can't verify is because we're off book.
Well, somebody sure as hell calls the shots.
Okay, I-I've got DOJ on the line.
If you give me just a few minutes.
Deacon just spoke to Judge Wolf.
- Court order is in the works. - Okay, hold on.
I'll hold, until my court order comes through.
Then we're taking Reddington whether you like it or not.
Cynthia. It's me. I need you to make a phone call.
Talk to me.
She came to me, said she needed my help.
Said she was gonna kill him.
- Elizabeth said this? - Yes. She sounded crazy.
She said something about her mother, how he killed her,
how she couldn't let him get away with it.
Okay. Calm down.
There are police everywhere. He's well-protected.
You don't get it.
She knows he's here.
She told me to come see you to get her his location.
Elizabeth is coming here?
Come on. She'll never even make it past the perimeter.
Don't underestimate Elizabeth.
Get back downstairs.
Tell me exactly what she's planning.
I don't know, only that she wanted me to be her eyes,
said she wanted me to give her his room number.
Let me see your phone.
Esi. Hey. What's going on?
Liz, if you're gonna do it, you gotta do it now.
- Is it clear? - Yes. Just like you said.
They cleared the floor. He's in room 312.
- You gotta hurry. - I'm already in the building.
Liz, you gotta get here now.
I'm in the east stairwell, headed your way.
Get out. Go.
And, Esi... thank you.
Bud, Elizabeth is in the building. East stairwell.
Do not leave his side.
What do you mean? What requisition form?
From my desk. Liz used it to withdraw 16 ounces of Semtex
from our requisition lockup at 10:42 this morning.
- Meaning... - She's coming for Reddington.
Alright, Aram, get here now.
Park, notify Cooper.
Keen's coming for Reddington.
I know. She's in the building now.
How do you know that?
We need to move Raymond. He's not safe.
Park, tell Cooper we need to mobilize the Medevac unit.
We got to get Reddington out of here.
- Now. - Why? What happened?
Keen is in the building.
It's okay.
Go to sleep. It's just a dream.
What's going on? Who are you?
Esi Jackson.
Dembe asked me to stay here with Mr. Reddington.
Alright. You gotta go. It's not safe.
Park, where we on that Medevac?
- No. Wait. She... - You gotta go. Now.
Agent Ressler. Pilot just arrived.
Get Reddington to the helipad.
Alright. Copy that. We're on our way.
Donald...
What the hell's that?
Is that thing what I think it is?
Hey! You...
Go. Now. Get out.
Park, I need a bomb squad in unit 312 now.
Where is she?
She was never here.
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Donald, what...
You finished all of them? Every worksheet?
Oh, that's fantastic, honey.
You want to know what else is fantastic?
After today, Mommy's not gonna
have to leave for work ever again.
Okay, whatever's going on at the hospital,
- that is some bull. - What a silly question, Agnes.
Wrap it up. We gotta talk.
What do you think I'm gonna do? I'm gonna be with you.
I just have to take care of one last thing,
and then I'm coming to get you, okay?
Goodbye, munchkin. Mama loves you very much.
"Munchkin" is right, because we are somewhere
over some kind of rainbow.
- What'd you find out? - Not a damn thing.
What do you mean? We heard the explosion.
What I mean is what I mean. I don't know.
I mean, I do know. He couldn't have survived.
But no one would confirm it.
You know the whole "if a tree fell,
did anyone hear it" thing? Well, this is like that.
Except this is a bomb, and people definitely heard it.
Okay. Tell me again.
Is there a possibility that anyone
other than Reddington was hurt?
Not if your plan would have worked,
- but your agent friend... - Yeah, the agent
you said went back into the room...
Is there any way he made it out in time?
I don't think so.
I'm sorry.
Was he a good friend?
Hello.
Are you at the hospital?
- Agent Keen. - Aram, are you there?
If by "there," you mean at the scene of your crime?
Yes. I'm there.
And Reddington, i-is he...
Do not ask me to bear witness to what you have done.
So... he's dead.
I know about the requisition form,
how you forged my signature.
Thanks to you, I am a co-conspirator to attempted murder.
Did you say "attempted"?
I looked it up. I mean, I knew what it was,
but I thought I would just, you know, double-check.
I could go to jail for life. For each count.
Each count?
That is two life sentences,
and with my luck, they won't even be served concurrently.
Aram, listen to me. You got to tell me exactly what happened.
Mr. Reddington survived.
And Ressler?
The doctors are with him now.
But he's gonna be okay?
Aram!
I was just thinking, um...
next time I see you...
you'll be under arrest.
You saved Reddington's life.
Is that a compliment or a criticism?
And possibly the lives of everyone on this floor.
I just... I can't understand
how Liz could've been okay with... with any of this.
I don't think she was.
I think she knew full well the protocols
that would kick into place would leave Reddington vulnerable,
and I'm sure once forensics are run on the explosive device,
it'll indicate the blast radius
was limited to Reddington's room.
And that's okay?
Absolutely not.
Just because I don't believe she intended to hurt anyone else
doesn't mean I think it's okay she tried to kill Reddington.
What's the prognosis, Doc?
Eh, some of the lacerations will require stitches,
and I've ordered a CT scan to check for internal bleeding,
but all things considered,
I'd say you're in miraculously good shape.
Huh. Pretty hot.
The Marshal wants a word.
The warrant.
If he got it, it's over.
I think it's over either way.
I assume that's your court order.
It should be.
But?
But you've got some serious juice.
A cease-and-desist order from the Deputy AG herself
and a gag order.
My entire team's gonna have to sign NDAs,
make like this never happened.
It's nothing personal.
I appreciate your needing to dot your I's and cross your T's.
If I were in your position, I would have done the same.
But you're not in my position.
I'm here to arrest a criminal.
You're protecting him.
Our task force does good work.
I'm sure you do. Sometimes.
But what that order tells me
is that you've got a tiger by the tail,
and that means for every job well done,
there's a corner that gets cut, a rule that gets bent,
an I that doesn't get dotted,
a T that doesn't get crossed.
And...
nothing personal...
but if I was you,
I couldn't live with myself.
Well, this sure worked out.
Now we've got Reddington after us and the FBI.
It's gonna be okay.
Really? How?
Because this, right here,
this is about as not okay as I've ever felt.
86 bodies.
What?
A few years ago, Reddington's cleaner
unearthed the bodies of 86 people he'd killed.
Handed them over to the FBI.
Evidence of 86 murders.
And he's still out there.
I've seen how he does it. Stays one step ahead.
I know how he does it.
And we can do it, too.
Dembe, it's me. Put him on.
Admit it. When you thought I was gone,
you realized how dull life would be without me.
If by "dull", you mean normal, then, yes.
And it was very peaceful.
What do you want? I want to thank you.
You told me to think like a criminal,
and now I am one.
You prepared me for this.
Maybe because you knew it was inevitable,
but because you did, I'm ready and I'm coming for you.
That would be such a mistake.
I don't think so. You're sick, you're old.
You're an easy target.
Yes, I have my liabilities.
But then, of course, I have so many assets.
Well, I have something you'll never have.
And what is that?
I'm willing to kill you.
You don't have it in you to kill me,
and you never will,
and that's why I'm gonna win.
What a terrible waste of your life.
Maybe. But it's my life.
Keen.
- Are you okay? - You shouldn't be here.
I spoke to Aram, and when he told me you'd been hurt...
You know we're gonna have to come after you, right?
When I thought you wouldn't make it...
Ouch.
I'm sorry.
Well, you should be. You nearly killed me.
I know.
And when I thought I had...
nothing else mattered.
I'm a fugitive again...
and you have to come for me, but before you do,
before I start running...
I need a rest.
Even if it's just for one night.
Will you let me do that?
I need help.
About what happened with Katarina.
Help me understand why you did it.
The truth is, after all these years,
I'm not sure I...
understand all of it myself.
Harold, um...
I know how you feel about Elizabeth.
Yet...
you killed her mother.
How could you do that to someone you love?
What you did to her, what you did to... Katarina,
I don't think Elizabeth will ever forgive you for it.
She might.
Some day.
But before then...
I fear she may...
do something that...
she can never recover from.
And of all the tragedies
that you and I have experienced together,
that would be the most tragic.
We have to do...
do everything in our power
to prevent that from happening.
I agree.
Good.
But...
how do we even start?
By putting Elizabeth Keen at the top of the Blacklist.
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