Previously on "The Blacklist"...
Notify security. Our Jane Doe's been abducted.
Put your hands up.
Delivered as promised.
Who's she?
Don't you worry about her.
You contracted for the girl.
I'll take care of this one.
You heard Mr. Moore. Back away.
Not without Agent Navabi, the one inside.
- You let her go. - I don't know who that is.
There's no Agent inside.
- Where are we? - Oh!
Oh, you...
You're awake. You startled me.
The girl from the hospital, where is she?
Yeah.
The taking of a life, I've only done it a few times,
and I take no pleasure in it.
Once you're gone,
we'll make it right.
Send you back to the earth the way God intended.
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I want a name.
I don't know who that is.
He abducted a federal agent
who was working your case.
I think you know him. I don't. I swear.
All I know is that he was under contract.
I don't know his name.
What does that mean, "under contract"?
Contract to do what?
He cleaned up...
- messes. - You mean people?
How would I know that?
The elders kept us completely isolated.
And this guy made sure of that.
Anyone who found your compound,
he, uh, got rid of, disposed of?
How's it work?
Someone stumbles upon your little utopia,
becomes a threat, and what...
this man kills them? Gets rid of them?
The man in the photo
simply made sure that the bodies never turned up.
If this guy does exist, I never met him.
Only Moore would know his name, anyway.
Do you actually think that he may talk?
What if I could remember this man's name
and help you find your missing agent?
Would you let me walk away?
And why would we agree to that?
Because I'm giving you a chance
to save this young woman's life...
trade my life for hers.
All you have to do is let me go...
you get her back.
Yeah.
That's not gonna happen.
Do you know his name? I don't,
but I can get your prisoner to give it to me.
By torturing him?
In my experience, conventional torture
doesn't yield much truth.
Which is why I employ a man
with a more holistic approach to enhanced interrogation.
If his oxygen tank is full,
- he can be here in an hour. - An hour?
Agent Navabi's already been gone for an entire day.
What else do you know about her abductor?
He's not part of the New Haven cult.
Whoever he is, he was contracted.
Which means there's a paper trail,
some sort of proof of payments.
Have the FBI Financial Fraud Unit
locate Moore's accounts.
Boston and Albany are searching for leads.
While we wait for Mr. Reddington's interrogator?
We do not have time.
That man in our interrogation room...
he knows something, and we need to get him to talk
like, now.
Raymond.
Take advantage of my offer, Harold.
Brimley's an old friend, and I love him dearly.
He's not up for grabs.
If it weren't Samar, I wouldn't offer his services.
Sir. Let me talk to him.
L-Let me see if I can get him to budge.
What can you possibly say to him that we haven't?
I don't know, but, please,
just give me two minutes
with the man behind Samar's abduction.
That's all I ask.
Slow down, Smokey. Take a breath.
I tracked down the address
where Garvey went after he landed in San Jose.
It's a custom boat company,
guarded six ways to Sunday.
Supply trucks going in and out.
- Carrying what? - Don't know the what,
but got the skinny on the why.
I drank a couple'a drivers under the table
to find out the owner runs
some kind of monthly auction...
some legit items, some black book.
Apparently, he's not particular.
D-eaz-id y-eaz-ou h-eaz-ear wh-eaz-at eaz-I s-eaz-aid?
It's an auction, and if Garvey came here
with that bag of yours, it's up for auction, too.
Given your obsession with getting it back, I gotta think
that's the last thing you want to see happen... am I right?
I want you to secure an invitation to the party.
- This ain't no party. - Call me when it's confirmed.
I brought you here
to help find Samar,
not hunt for the duffel bag.
I offered Harold my assistance.
Now I'm just...
juggling.
Mr. Moore.
I don't know if you remember me.
My name is Agent Aram Mojtabai.
I've been waiting for you.
What?
You're the one who...
begged for her life.
You care about her a great deal, don't you?
Yes.
There's something in my personal effects.
I'm sure they've been inventoried.
Get it for me.
I'll tell you what I know.
You know, I was sort of thinking of, um,
um, suffocating you.
You know, it's... it's the most natural,
just put you to sleep with my hand.
How thoughtful.
Do you believe in God? You know, like,
a protector, sort of a guardian angel?
Yes, I do.
I don't.
Nature...
that's my God.
Well, I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree.
I have an angel.
Don't matter. Even if you believe He puts us here,
it's nature that takes us away.
The beasts and the bugs,
the vultures and the nitrogen.
Beautiful process.
The basis of life itself, really.
Without death,
there is no life.
Aren't you curious? Not even slightly.
Agent Navabi... I need you to tell me what you know
about the man who took her.
Over the years, people have stumbled onto New Haven...
a couple who were hiking, a hunter or two,
even an ex of one of our elders.
Steven is the man I contact to get rid of the remains.
Steven who? What... What is his last name?
Feltmeyer.
It's fake. I don't know his real name.
Do you know where he is now?
All I know is who I call
if I need to hire Feltmeyer for a job.
Shh.
I'm sorry. They're getting a little impatient.
Problem, you know, isn't so much their hunger as their teeth.
And why is that?
These are Himalayan Field Rats.
They have 12 molars each,
and their teeth just keep growing.
Five inches a year, if you can believe that.
That's why they need something substantial
to chew on to, you know, wear down those teeth.
And that's me today.
Yeah, that's you.
Damn it!
Stop!
You are absolutely right, Harold.
It is not a weasel. It's a badger.
She's a digger. She'll go after insects and grubs,
but she really goes nuts for ground-nesting birds.
Our prisoner is not a ground-nesting bird.
He is to Bernice.
Harold, understand,
Bernice is a seasoned professional.
Recently retired after years
in the film and television industries,
where she had a prolific career
playing a long list of heavies.
She's worked with Eli Wallach, Faye Dunaway.
I think she did two pictures with George Kennedy...
- She did. - But don't be fooled
by her off-screen persona.
She is an absolute devil who has never missed her mark
and will perform whatever the scene calls for.
Believe me... 10 minutes with Bernice and Brimley,
and your prisoner will give us the name of Samar's abductor.
- He already has. - You got him to talk? How?
Uh, with all due respect, sir,
all that matters now is that I did.
Uh, turns out Moore, uh,
goes through a third party to make contact...
a guy by the name of Hannelore.
- Julius Hannelore? - Do you know him?
He's a broker of sorts.
An associate recommended him to me
after Mr. Kaplan passed.
She did not "pass."
She killed herself so I could get the duffel bag.
It was her dying wish. Feel free to honor it.
Can you reach out to your associate?
- I'm on my way. - I'm going with you
in case you plan on juggling.
Listen, if my bringing Teddy here
suggests a new open-door policy,
let me set the record straight.
My associates are just that... mine.
And unless otherwise indicated,
my meetings with them are private.
Then Agent Keen will be outside the meeting
so you can immediately relay any pertinent information.
Stop!
Look, lady,
there's not much point in running.
I told you I don't like this,
but I have a gun, and I will use it if you make me.
I was nice to you, and you did this.
Get up!
Walk.
Julius.
How do you do it?
How do you make a person more presentable in death
than they were in life?
Family recipe.
Formaldehyde, glutaraldehyde,
humectants, dye, water,
and a secret sauce three generations in the making.
Plus, the occasional cotton ball.
Mm.
Mr. Sulzberger is an open casket.
Viewing's in an hour, so unless it's urgent...
I'm looking for Steven Feltmeyer.
I can reach out, broker an arrangement.
This is a pressing matter.
I don't have time to go through channels.
The channels are the channels.
Everything in its time and mackerel in August.
I'm afraid I'm going to need my mackerel now,
or else the Sulzbergers are going to need
- to close the casket. - You wouldn't.
I'd sooner take a knife to the "Mona Lisa,"
but Feltmeyer has an associate of mine, and I'd like her back.
Preferably before she needs her lips sewn shut.
Feltmeyer's real name is Lawrence Devlin.
I'll work up a profile to present as soon as I get back.
Good luck with that.
Where can we drop you?
Wait. You're leaving?
We still don't have Samar.
If there was more I could contribute,
I would do it gladly, but...
there isn't.
So, yes, I'm leaving.
Knowing that I can't come with you.
My thoughts and prayers will be with you in your search.
I hope that provides some consolation.
Yeah, I'm sure you do.
Okay, here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna take you to the farm,
I'm gonna hold you down, and I'm gonna make
one real clean incision in your lower lumbar vertebra.
And I'm gonna sever your spinal cord to immobilize you.
And then, we're gonna let the rats have their way.
And that's just the way it is 'cause of what you did.
Get in!
Whoa!
No! Don't you...
Get in!
According to Reddington's source,
Feltmeyer's real name is Lawrence Dane Devlin.
Devlin is a fixer who specializes
in making problems go away.
Apparently, Devlin's disposal methods have a scientific flair.
He considers himself a thanatologist.
- I don't know what that is. - It's the scientific discipline
devoted to the study of death and decay.
This is what you need to get in.
I pinched a couple off the drivers
I snorkeled tequila with. Whew!
F-Y's-I, we're going out for another round later,
so don't... shoot 'em or anything.
Ah, Mercury Dime.
Or more accurately, Winged Liberty.
Here's a fun fact...
the image was modeled on Elsie Stevens,
the wife of poet Wallace Stevens.
"For the listener, who listens in the snow,
and, nothing himself, beholds
nothing that is not there
and the nothing that is."
All right, ladies and gentlemen,
our next item up for bid is this magnificent beast...
lot number 16,
an item any climate-change denier will love.
This polar bear would make an excellent addition...
- It's not on the list. - ...to any collection.
Maybe it's not for sale.
And I will start bidding at $50,000.
Or maybe it already sold.
$50,000. Do I have $50,000?
$50,000 is bid. Thank you, madam.
Looking for $55,000. $55,000.
New bidder, thank you. $60,000?
The final item won't be revealed
until just prior to the start of bidding.
- Maybe that's the duffel? - Then there may still be time.
- Looking for $70,000. - Excuse me.
The person in charge, where might they be?
$70,000. Thank you, sir.
Is there any advance over $70,000?
Sold!
Tell him it's Raymond Reddington.
Mr. Gonzalez doesn't see customers.
Please, just tell him it's Raymond Reddington.
I've heard steroids make your penis shrink.
Have you found that to be the case?
Answer's no.
He does know I'm number one on the wanted list, right?
He does. He told me to tell you
the last number one is his driver.
Oh, I mean, obviously, he's joking.
He's not much for jokes.
Move along.
Yes, of course. If you could just direct me to the bathroom.
They got metal detectors, wands,
with a guest list that's a who's who of scumbags.
They ain't taking any chances.
No one gets a piece in once the party starts.
What about before it starts?
After our night on the town,
the drivers were so bent
They needed help off-loading some of the goodies.
I found a bathroom on the first floor.
Look under the sink.
Moving on. Lot number 17.
An Assyrian relief from Nimrud,
dating from the 7th century BCE, showing...
- Plunder of the Islamic State. - ...the royal chariot.
They insist the antiquity of the idolatry
of the Qur'an demands be destroyed.
Or sold at auction.
The sale of illegal artifacts is a major source of funding
for terrorism in the Middle East.
But for Muslims, this is our history.
A link to our past.
What they are doing is like committing cultural genocide.
It's two bidders. $750,000. Thank you, sir.
The bid is with you at $750,000. Looking for $800,000.
But this is a problem for another day.
Maybe. Maybe not.
Any advance over $800,000?
$850,000, sir? Is $850,000 bid?
$850,000. The bid is at $850,000.
Looking for $900,000. $900,000...
I genuinely don't want this to become unpleasant.
Mr. Gonzalez said, "No."
Hmm.
You know, it's awful,
but people do tend to associate
a thick neck with a low IQ.
How about shattering that cliché
by reasonably persuading him to change his mind?
That's not gonna happen.
- And we're at $1.7 million. - Mm.
Do I have $1.7 million?
Thank you, sir. $1.7 million I have.
Looking for $1.8 million. Looking for $1.8 million.
I have $1.8 million. Thank you, sir.
- Point of order! - I'm sorry, sir. Are you bidding?
Does it bother either of you, the terrorism of it all?
Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to sit down.
Either of you? No?
Good. That makes this so much easier.
Come with me.
Ah, I thought you'd never ask.
- We may have something. - An address on Lawrence Devlin.
He has a farm in Preston County, West Virginia.
Nicholas Moore is dead.
Toxicology believes he took his own life.
Had a cyanide pill hidden inside his Bible,
which had been processed into evidence.
Any idea how he may have gotten it?
I got it for him.
That's how I got him to talk, sir.
He said he'd help us find Samar if I stole it for him,
and so, I did.
And I'll accept whatever punishment you think is appropriate,
but it got us a name and now a location where Samar may be.
You've run the address? Not only that,
but I found a cellphone registered
under one of Devlin's known aliases
registered to that same farm.
Now, the HLR... that's the Home Location Register...
is updated every time a phone's SIM
is transferred into another location area,
and according to the HLR,
that phone was in Grafton County two days ago.
At the hospital where Samar was abducted.
Can you triangulate its current location?
Ohh!
Devlin must be in the middle of nowhere
because he's only pinging off of one tower.
- You can't triangulate it. - Not off one tower.
They could be anywhere within a 45-mile radius.
That isn't far from his farm. Maybe he took her there.
Yeah, if she isn't already dead.
Issue a bulletin. I want all resources
redeployed to West Virginia.
Oh, my God.
Leave a message.
Lawrence Devlin,
this is Special Agent Aram Mojtabai of the FBI.
We know you have Agent Navabi.
We know where you live,
and we will find you,
and when we do, Samar...
...Agent Navabi better be alive.
You may not be aware of this,
but taking the life of a federal officer
is a capital crime, punishable by death.
So if she's...
If you kill her...
we will kill you.
Where are you going?
You said I should go get a doctor,
so I'm gonna go get myself one.
And you, I'm not sure about.
I suspect you're gonna die here!
- I'll get the house. - I have the shed.
- Federal agents! - Move in!
Stop!
Stop! Stop!
I said, stop. Stop!
Samar, where is she? Agent Navabi.
Lawrence Devlin, where'd he take her?
Where did he take her?
Give me one reason why I shouldn't have you shot.
How about $4 million
for the Assyrian relief?
That's more than twice
what your two highest bidders were offering.
That's not how this works.
You don't shoot your way to the front of the line.
You bid your way to it.
And normally, I'd respect that, but I'm pressed for time,
something a smart businessman such as yourself
should take full advantage of.
$5 million.
Surely you can do better than that.
- $6 million. - Done.
On two conditions. First, you keep the proceeds.
The terrorists get nothing.
Tell them the shipment was lost
or stolen or intercepted by Customs.
I'll find a more appropriate home for the relief.
And the second?
I get the duffel bag.
What duffel bag?
The final item.
Are schematics to Samsung's next Android operating system.
Ian Garvey came here. He brought you a duffel bag.
I have no duffel bag,
and I've never met Ian Garvey.
But... But he was here?
Not to meet with me.
Then I have a third condition...
I want to see your surveillance footage.
Look, this isn't true or false. We know you worked for Devlin.
I don't know where he is.
But you know how to get ahold of him, how to reach him.
No, I'm telling you
I don't know anything about your friend.
I just manage the property.
Mr. Devlin lets me stay here.
In exchange, I take care of the stock.
- The stock? - Mm.
You mean the insects you keep out in the shed?
Insects, rodents...
arthropods.
They need a lot of care.
So, what are the insects for?
Okay, okay, uh, Mr. Hull,
I-I need to be very clear with you.
The FBI is, uh, going to find Lawrence Devlin,
and when they do, they're gonna prosecute him
to the fullest extent of the law,
and when that happens, you will be an accessory.
Now, whatever you know, however you can help...
will be taken into consideration
when charges are brought against you.
Which will happen.
He does experiments...
w-with the bodies.
That's what the arthropods are for,
studying decomposition under various settings.
You know where he does this?
Mm. He calls it, "The Lab."
It's on his grandfather's land.
Taylor... Taylor County.
Let me in!
No! Help! Help!
Oh, no, no!
Aah! No! No more!
Ohh!
Aah!
I got something over here.
What is it?
It's a body.
What? What body?
What do you mean, "a body"?
It's old. It's not Samar.
This guy's serious.
I don't understand.
How did nobody know this was out here?
Bigger question is, how far does this place go?
This is from last month's auction.
That deer, it just...
Yeah.
That man. There.
He's a valued customer.
I know him as Max Birmingham.
What his real name is,
I cannot say.
I can.
Oh, God.
I think I have something.
What is it?
Aram, talk to us. What do you have?
Aram!
No, no! Samar, no. No.
Aram, what is it?
Hello?
Aram.
Samar?
Oh, my God, are you okay?
There was an accident.
An accident? Are... Are... Are you hurt?
- Where are you? - The van, it's in the water.
Water, okay. What... What... What water?
Listen, um, I think... I think we're close.
Just tell me where you are.
Samar?
Come on, Samar, talk to me.
Lawrence Devlin, the man who took you.
He's dead. There was...
There was a bear.
A bear?
As in a bear?
Okay, listen, now, the water,
is it a lake or a river?
Yes.
Yes, yes.
It's a lake or a river?
If you had asked me to marry you, my love, um...
The answer would have been yes.
That's...
I...
Samar.
Listen to me.
All that matters is getting your home safely.
So, please, just tell me where you are.
Tell me where you are, Samar.
Come on.
Come on, Samar!
Samar, come on!
There was an accident and water.
- The van was in water. - Well, the only water nearby
is the Tygart Valley River to the east.
That river runs for miles.
Yeah, but we don't have to look for all of it.
When I ran a search for Devlin's cell signal before,
it only pinged one tower in the region...
uh, here, outside Kingwood.
That limits us to four or five square miles of river.
She said there was a bear.
That means we have to get moving.
All right, listen up. We're gonna refocus our search
to a five-mile area along the Tygart River Valley.
Come on! Where are you?!
Guys!
Guys, I-I found it! I think I see the van.
- Where are you? - I don't know. Some...
Um, I-I turned north off Kannan,
less than a quarter mile...
Samar. Samar!
- Aram, hold on. We're on our way. - A medevac is en route.
They're just looking for a place to land.
Okay.
Hang on. Hang on.
Hang on.
Come on!
Come on. Come on, Samar.
Come on.
Come on. Come on!
You mind telling me who this... this...
this Max Birmingham really is?
Sutton Ross.
He died years ago.
Or so I thought.
That's his connection to Garvey.
What is?
Garvey was a U.S. Marshal.
He put people in witness protection.
Made them disappear or appear to be dead.
Garvey must have made that happen for Sutton Ross.
We came all this way to find the duffel has been handed
from one enemy of mine to another.
And yet, neither chose to make its contents public.
If what you're looking for is as valuable as you say,
why... why... why... why didn't they put it up for auction?
I have no idea.
So, I, uh, did a little research.
I know, I know. Pathetic, right?
And yet... hang on...
maybe, uh, maybe not so pathetic.
Okay.
So, I came across this study from 2014
that, uh, showed how playing familiar music to people in, uh,
in minimally conscious states enhanced recovery.
They found that certain audio cues
improved cerebral plasticity
and, um... and helped them recover.
So, uh, since, at the moment,
you can't get to your favorite playlist,
I thought that I...
would bring your favorite playlist to you.
How is she?
She's alive, but...
she went a long time without oxygen.
I mean, that was after she was somehow impaled.
Did they say how long she would be on a respirator?
All they said was that she can't breathe on her own,
and they don't know if she ever will.
How's he doing?
How would any of us be doing if we were him?
Where's Keen?
Agent Elizabeth Keen. FBI.
I spoke to Harold.
He told me about Agent Navabi.
Gonzalez called you.
His guard, actually.
We developed something of a bond.
He showed me the surveillance feeds.
I know Max Birmingham has the duffel bag.
You follow me to where you don't belong,
watch tapes that are none of your business.
I sent his picture to the post office.
You do what you know I don't want you to do.
By the time I get back, they'll have his real ID.
You disappoint me.
And yet, somehow, at the same time,
you impress me.
You persevere.
Runs in the family, I guess.
I suppose it was inevitable.
- What's that? - Our sprint to the finish.
The bag is just out of reach now.
After everything we've been through,
it won't be long before one of us has it.
No, not one of us.
Me.
What would you say to flying back with me on my jet,
enjoying a few hours of peace and quiet
before we repair to our neutral corners?
I'd say that's a very generous offer.
Yes, it would be, if I was to offer that.
Which I'm not.
Goodbye, Elizabeth.
I'll be waiting at the finish line.
Okay, so, uh, uh,
this one wasn't, uh, on your playlist, or mine.
But I'm kind of hoping that someday...
...it will be.
Samar.
I've been in love with you
since the first moment I saw you.
Every day since then has...
has been my best day because
I have spent them with you.
I want to spend all my days with you.
So...
Here we go.
Samar Navabi...
at long last...
...will you marry me?