All language subtitles for The Blacklist S02E11 E

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You lie.

Would a simple servant of God
have this?

You're no more a priest than I am.

Here's your burning bush.

So talk to your God.

This is Burke.

OP-SEC 3828.

We have a situation.

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Officer Collins.

Martin Wilcox.
We spoke on the phone.

Of course. Detective,
thanks for coming.

Susan, this is Detective Wilcox
with Metro PD.

I've brought him up to speed.

Mrs. Ames, we'll do whatever
we can to find your husband.

Thanks.

Eugene disappears sometimes
to Atlantic City, once to Vegas,

but he always calls,

and he's never gone
for more than a few days.

And I understand there's some incident

that happened before his absence...

Eugene came home.

He said he got an anonymous tip

about trespassers over
by one of the marina docks.

The Lieutenant went to check it out,

came back about an hour later,

said he got the scare of his life.

He ran into an FBI agent
on one of the old ships,

said she pulled out a gun
as he was boarding.

An FBI agent?

Said the FBI was looking
for two fugitives

who escaped Cumberland
the night before.

If something happened to Eugene,
it's got to be one of them.

Don't you think?

This agent he spoke with...

is there any chance
your husband got a name?

He did better than that.
She gave him a card.

Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.

I've never seen anything like it.

What is it?

I don't know.

It was... I think it contains
some kind of message.

Where'd you get it?

I need you to see if you can figure out

what it is, how it works.

There are people
who are far more qualified

at this kind of thing than me.

But none that I know and trust.

I hope I'm interrupting.

Yes.

No. No.

You're not answering your phone.

So leave a message.

Dembe did.
Two, in fact.

We have a new case, Agent Keen.

Then tell Cooper.

That's not how this works.

I think I left my soup
in the microwave.

Lobster bisque.

I know exactly how this works.

You lie, say what you need to say

to make me believe you actually care...

That's not true.

You're after the Fulcrum.
It's why you're here.

Not to help me or protect me

or whatever spin you're selling today.

Well, I'm not buying it.

From this point on,
there's no reason for us to talk

unless it's about the work.

Fine.
Then let's work.

I think you'll find
today's most intriguing story

on page 20,
bottom-left corner.

"According to Uzbek authorities,
Father Aleksandr Nabiyev,

a local priest in the Tashkent
Region of Uzbekistan"...

You're intrigued
because a priest was kidnapped?

No. I'm intrigued because
the priest is not a priest.

From what I hear,

the good Father Nabiyev
is an agent of the CIA.

That's a crime, Agent Keen.

Going back to the Cold War,

the CIA has a long
and controversial history

of using religious figures as spies

in violation of executive
orders, internal CIA policy,

and promises made
by every president since Ford.

And you know who kidnapped this agent?

I do.

Unfortunately,
he's an associate of mine.

His name is Ruslan Denisov.

He commands a nasty,
little band of separatists

known as SRU.

Translated, they are
the supreme republic

of a free, righteous,
and independent Uzbekistan.

I told Ruslan it was a bit much,

but he can be quite melodramatic,

not to mention violent
and entirely unreasonable.

Politics are his passion, and
to fund his separatist agenda,

he's become something
of an abduction mogul,

specializing in senior executives
of foreign corporations

working in or passing
through the region.

He holds them for ransom

at prices far above market standard.

Your company has made it clear

it has no interest
in paying for your release.

And you do business with this man?

Don't underestimate the usefulness

of a nasty band of armed separatists.

But lately,
Ruslan's been breaking promises.

His temper has cost me and my partners

considerably more than he's worth.

So everybody wins.

You help us rescue the agent,

we eliminate a thorn in your side.

Careful on this one, Lizzy.

You have more than just a blacklister

to worry about this time.

The CIA will do whatever
it takes to keep this quiet.

Richard Gagnon, Executive VP

for a French video-component
manufacturer.

Here he is before he was taken...

...and here he is
the day SRU released him

in exchange for $2 million cash.

We have a list of over 30 victims.

I don't understand.

This guy makes a fortune
taking corporate execs.

Now he takes a CIA agent.

Why change the business model?

Let's find him and ask.

I'm sorry,
but people's faith is sacred.

Religion should be off-limits
to spies.

Wouldn't work in my country.

Yeah, well, the Agency knows the law,

so they've gone this far,

something big is going on in that area.

It's a simple question,
Mr. Heyworth.

Is Father Nabiyev
an operative of the CIA or not?

We all know that would be illegal.

That's not an answer to my question.

Not to my knowledge.

Look, I didn't call this meeting

to make a case against the Agency.

We're here because I have an informant

who I think can help get
your man back safely.

If he were our man...
and I'm saying "If"...

the Agency would prefer
to handle this on its own.

If an American citizen's
been kidnapped overseas,

that's FBI jurisdiction.

If he's your asset,
I can keep you involved.

If not, you're out.

Agent Cooper, your task force

will run point on the investigation

and any hostage negotiations.

My people can leave tonight.

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Commander Kushan.

I'm Agent Keen.
This is Agent Ressler.

On behalf of the Bureau,
we appreciate your help.

Let me be very clear, Agent Keen.

It is you who are here to help me.

This is an Uzbek military operation.

All due respect, sir, an American
citizen has been abducted.

Which is why we have extended
the courtesy of our invitation.

But you will not be negotiating
with Ruslan Denisov,

and you will not
be negotiating with me.

And you will turn over your firearms.

If that's a problem and you wish
to return to your country...

No. No problem.

My men will escort you to your hotel.

We're being watched.
1:00.

I didn't notice him.

I was too busy checking out
Hugo Boss on the corner.

Whoever he is, he isn't a fed.

That suit wasn't bought
on a government salary.

The other one, the watercolorist,

she...
legs like a shot-putter.

She gets me in this headlock.

I black out.

Next thing I know, I wake up,
no sheets, vaseline everywhere.

The lipstick
on the mirror overhead reads,

"Same time next year?"

I haven't missed
an art expo in Basel since.

Lizzy!
Please excuse me.

What are you doing here?

I promised to help.

I can't be an effective resource

if I'm thousands of miles
from the action.

It's not safe.

We just saw the CIA at the airport.

- They see you...
- I'll be sure to say hello.

Uzbekistan has no extradition
treaty with the United States.

Who are your friends over there?

Go get cleaned up.
We'll have dinner.

I know a wonderful
little hole in the wall

that's actually in a hole in the wall.

What's going on
with you and Reddington?

You two have a little lovers' quarrel?

I don't trust him.

Reddington's untrustworthy?
Hmm.

Aah!

Welcome to my country.

The FBI in Uzbekistan...

for a year,
I tried to get your attention.

Now here you are

because the only thing Americans
understand is violence.

If you know so much about Americans,

you'd know that our government

doesn't pay ransoms to terrorists.

One man's terrorist,
another man's freedom fighter.

I don't want your money...
not for myself, anyway.

As you can see, business is good.

I took your Agent Burke
for another reason completely.

Burke...
that's his name?

Almost 25 years ago,

my country sold
an American company, Anneca Oil,

the rights to build a pipeline

through Tashkent to Andijan Region.

The price was absurd.

The Uzbek people received
a fraction of the value.

Corruption...
well, you know.

These things happen, and I don't care.

But now, the pipeline is leaking.

Leaking?

Hundreds of villagers have been killed,

hundreds more are sick,
and the company does nothing.

Our lawyers are no match
for your wealthy attorneys.

The American embassy looks away.

The CIA is here,
watching, doing nothing,

reporting on any threats
to your American interests.

Mr. Denisov...

I took one of theirs.

A vice president of Anneca Oil.

I tell him that there are chemicals

in the water that we drink,
that our children bathe in.

But he says no.

The company did tests.
The water is safe.

So I did a test of my own.

I give him back to you now
to show you my good faith

so you can show the others the truth.

The negotiations for
your Agent Burke begin tomorrow.

We saw hostages, at least four.

I don't think Agent Burke was
one, but he's probably there.

We have got to find that compound.

That won't be easy.

The local army can't even find them.

Well, we got your photo
of the guy Denisov released...

the Anneca VP...

compared it to known company execs

and got a match...
Jeffrey Hanover.

How long ago was he taken?

That's the thing.
I don't know.

From what I can tell, Anneca
never reported him missing.

- You're kidding.
- They tried to handle it privately.

If that pipeline is leaking,

the last thing they want is attention.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you one thing.

Whatever it was
eating at Hanover's flesh,

it wasn't just water.

He should survive.

His skin has been burned, corroded.

And the chemicals?

It's certainly consistent with
prolonged exposure to benzene

and polycyclic hydrocarbons

commonly associated
with oil development.

Thank you, Doctor.

Agent Ressler.
Dean Walker, EVP at Anneca.

Just wanted to say thanks
for bringing Jeff home.

It's all part of the job.

I just flew in.

Company sent me straightaway.

If there's anything you need,
I'm here to help.

Yeah, I doubt that.

We saw you this morning
watching us at the airport.

How long have you really been here?

Three weeks.

The company sent me
to deal with Denisov,

see if we could work something out.

Privately?

Jeff's family wanted it that way.

They were afraid
if the FBI got involved...

Maybe you're the ones who were afraid.

Anneca's got nothing to hide.

This leak
Denisov keeps talking about...

he the one responsible.
It's a scam.

His men sabotage the pipeline
and then demand a fortune

because the locals are getting sick.

So this is how
you respect my operation?

I told you, you have no authority here.

Denisov contacted us.

Commander, I know this is your case,

but if denisov wants
to talk to the FBI...

Not an option.

It's an option if Denisov says
it's an option.

He's the one who's holding
an American hostage.

Yes, a Frenchman, a German,
and many others.

I'm sorry. You can't order us
not to talk to him.

I could arrest you and your partner

for interfering in my investigation.

What investigation?

You've been tracking this guy
and his group for over a year.

He's still abducting innocent people,

holding them for ransom...

You and your partner

will remain at the Tashlan Hotel
under military guard.

If you try to leave,
your stay in Uzbekistan

will be a lot longer
than you bargained for, hmm?

Well, you certainly make friends fast.

Truth is, I'm impressed.

Not with you...
with Ruslan.

He never really struck me
as a man of the people.

The guy's a psychopath.
He's in over his head.

He doesn't know anything
about pipelines.

Agent Keen is late.

She's having room service.

What, are you in the doghouse?

Oh, that's a shame.

She's gonna miss

the most tantalizingly delicious
khorem baklava.

Ruslan's a criminal.

Even if Anneca comes to the table,

Denisov would have no idea
what to ask for.

The guy doesn't even know enough
to know what he wants.

The lawyers would eat him for lunch.

You may be right.

When's the next sit-down?

Tomorrow morning.

Well, given your new entourage,

I gather you may need
my help to attend.

Actually,
I think we've got that covered.

Mr. Denisov, thank you for
your willingness to talk to us.

The Bureau spoke with Anneca Oil,

and the good news is,
they want to fix this.

That is good news.

To be honest, I was a little worried.

I mean, who am I?
I'm just a criminal.

I don't even know enough
to know what I want.

I will not be negotiating
this deal myself.

I've decided to bring in
a professional,

someone to make sure

that the company lawyers
don't eat me for lunch.

Mr. Denisov,
it is my pleasure to be here.

Hello.

My name is Raymond Reddington.
And you are?

I've spoken to my agents.

They assure me Agent Burke is alive.

So, where are we?

My people are concerned.

They were driven to a village

less than 40 miles
from the SRU compound.

They saw the damage being done
by the pipeline firsthand.

Wait. Your people know where
the compound is located?

They don't know the exact location,

but based on drive time and
the terrain they encountered,

we think the compound is somewhere near

the southeast base
of the Zarafshan Range.

We can have a black-ops team
on the ground tonight.

That would be a mistake.

We don't know with certainty
if Agent Burke is even there.

I'm willing to take that chance.

And destroy the trust they're
trying to build with Denisov

as well as endanger the lives
of those still on the ground?

I agree.

At this point, a raid is premature.

Agent Cooper, I'm assuming

your informant can be
of assistance on this one?

From what I hear, he's right
at the center of this.

Then we stay the course for now.

I will see to it

that every one of your interests
and expectations

are met or exceeded.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry. It's been a while
since I've done one of these.

Did I screw up already?

You're not really gonna
negotiate for Denisov, are you?

You're the one who insisted

that our interaction
be strictly professional.

You gave us this case
to help us get the agent back,

not represent the other side.

Agent Keen, in this world, there
are no sides, only players.

Are we really supposed to sit
here and hammer out a deal?

Absolutely not.

I was thinking
we might get out for a bit.

The first day of negotiation

is rather like the first day of school.

Get out?
Where?

Let's go on a field trip, shall we?

What you're smelling is benzene,

a common pollutant in oil production.

It's in the air we breathe
and the food we eat.

This way.

We boil all our water for drinking

and add andrographis
to counteract the toxins.

Does that work?

No.

Carcinogens are ingested

and cause melanomas,
damage internal organs...

lung, liver, and kidney failure.

Somewhere, 6,000 miles away,

a group of bean counters in a boardroom

did a cost-benefit analysis

and concluded that these people
aren't worth

the cost of responsibly
maintaining their pipeline.

The exec I talked to,

he said your men were sabotaging
the pipeline.

Said it was a scam.

My youngest brother died
of benzene poisoning last year.

So, who's the hostage here,

Agent Burke or these poor devils?

Look, I don't care what math they did.

No company can ignore this.

It's bad for business.

Only if someone can prove the truth.

Anneca spends a fortune on lobbyists

to make sure that doesn't happen.

Maybe we can contact
the State Department,

see if they can apply some pressure...

try and clean up this mess.

And I can see to it that Agent
Burke is released unharmed.

See?

No sides.
Only players.

Keen.

Agent Keen.
I'm glad I caught you.

You know, you're not
an easy woman to reach.

I'm sorry.
Who is this?

Detective Martin Wilcox, Metro PD.

Assistant Director Cooper's
office gave me your number.

I hope I caught you at an okay time.

What's up, Detective?

I'm looking into
this missing-persons case.

The vic actually works for the PD.

It's a Lieutenant Ames,
DC harbormaster.

How can I help?

I heard that you two
ran into each other

up on one of the harbor rigs.

It looks like you gave him
one of your business cards.

Right. Right.

I think you said
something about the FBI

searching for fugitives
out of Cumberland.

Thing is,
I-I've made a few calls,

and nobody seems to know
anything about it.

Well, that's because it didn't happen.

It was a cover.

I couldn't share why with
the Lieutenant at the time.

Is there any chance
you can share it with me now?

Might help me clear this case.

I'm sorry.

Well, you're gonna
have to tell me something.

I mean, you being out there alone,

drawing your weapon,
giving a false story...

it raises some questions.

I've already said more than I can say.

May I ask... Lieutenant Ames...
who reported him missing?

His wife.
Married 32 years.

Oh.

Well, I hope you find him, Detective.

Good luck.

You told Ruslan
the State Department was open

to the idea of an inquiry.

You haven't touched your baklava.

You told him, and he's not interested?

Just one bite.

I didn't come here for the baklava.

I came here to talk
about the negotiation.

Ah.

A Russian milonga.

Watch closely, Lizzy.

Everything you need to know
about negotiation

is there in the tango milonga.

We've got eyes on the SRU compound.

You spoke to Commander Kushan?

Yes, sir. He understands
we want this resolved tonight.

I want full deniability for the Agency.

Get out in public,
far away when this happens.

We've been ordered to stand down,

but local authorities
dealing with local issues...

nothing we can do about that.

Understood.

At the outset, they are opponents.

Each has something the other wants.

They size one another up,

assessing risk, setting boundaries,

challenging each other to breach them.

A sensuous battle...
violence and sex...

balanced on the blade of a knife.

Nothing given that is not earned...

nothing taken that is not given.

This is the pure essence
of negotiation.

Not a poker game, but a milonga.

A tango.

A seduction.

What's wrong?

Everything.

Commander, we have searched
all the buildings.

There is no sign of the hostages,
including the American.

When exactly did this happen?

Last night around 2100 hours.

Uzbek Special Forces are reporting

a full-scale raid
of the compound.

It was the CIA...
the man in the restaurant,

he wanted to be seen in public.

What about Burke?

They went this damn far, they
better have found him alive.

According to the official report,

they haven't found him at all.

It was an all-out assault.

At least a dozen SRU fighters

were killed by an army unit led by...

Commander Kushan.

How the hell did he know
how to find the compound?

Heyworth.

That son of a bitch
was ordered to stand down.

- Who's on the phone?
- Cooper.

Harold! Good.
I want you to hear this.

Reddington,
you know this wasn't our move.

The CIA...

The CIA did what the CIA does.

I expected as much,

which is why Agent Burke
and the other hostages

were moved from that compound.

The question is

why on earth you would share
the compound's location

with the very people
I advised you not to trust.

I'll deal with Heyworth.

Oh, Heyworth is the least
of your troubles now.

I warned you about Denisov.

I told you he was violent and unstable.

How do you think he'll react
to losing a dozen of his men?

You think he'll kill Burke?

I have no idea.

But now I'm afraid
Denisov may not trust me,

and I certainly don't trust you.

The negotiations are over.

I was stupid to trust you!

Ruslan.

I was stupid to think
that they respected us

or would deal with us fairly!

Take a breath.

I told you to move
the hostages. You did.

Your assets are intact.

He was left behind at the compound,

abandoned by his commander.

Ruslan, he's more valuable
alive than dead.

Not to me.

I hope that made you feel better.

Apparently not.

Aah!

The CIA killed you, you understand?

They did this!

Sacrifice the bishop.

Reykjavík, '72.

God, I can remember it
like it was yesterday.

I was in Steven Bash's rec room
down in the basement,

eating fried egg and bologna
sandwich when he did it.

Did what?
Who did?!

Bobby Fischer.

It was game 13, move 50...

rook takes bishop, B5.

He sacrificed his bishop.

That's when Russia lost the Cold War.

It was staggering.

Spassky had no answer
because he had no endgame,

and neither do you.

When you capture and kill a CEO,

you incur the wrath of a company.

When you capture and kill a CIA agent,

you incur the wrath
of the US government.

That's boots on the ground,
drones overhead.

What will be your answer to that?

My men were murdered.

A message has to be sent.

You're only seeing the next move.

People have been pillaging
your country's resources

since time began.

Someone has to offer
a better alternative.

That someone could be you.

Ruslan, there is an endgame here
that you don't yet see.

But you see it, don't you, Agent Burke?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Denisov here is so blinded by anger,

he thinks this problem started
when he became aware of it.

But you and I both know
that's not true.

Why don't you tell us about Zhabin?

I don't know anything.

The CIA put you here for a reason.

They violated their own policy
and federal law

to hide you among locals

because there's a secret
they want to protect.

Now tell us about Zhabin.

No.

Make no mistake,
Mr. Burke.

My friend here is still making

the bed he'll have to lie in
for the rest of his life.

But my bed is made, and I assure you

my bed accommodates
a broad spectrum of behavior.

So you tell us what little
you know about Zhabin,

or I'll put you in the ground myself.

Give me the gun.

Leonid Zhabin...

he's the former cabinet minister,

part of the old Soviet regime.

Ran this whole region from
the late '70s to the early '90s.

A ruthless, corrupt, evil man.

He gave Anneca the right
to build the pipeline.

And in return,
he got a massive kickback

and piece of the ownership interest.

Possibly insane, very religious now,

as if that can save him.

All these sick people are his fault.

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Maybe he doesn't like you.

For you, I'm afraid absolution

won't be quite so easy to obtain.

I need all the details

of exactly how the Anneca
Oil rights were sold...

for how much, including gratuities,

contingencies,
and all the participants.

I want absolution in the next world,

not a life in prison in this one.

Understandable.

But it's the confession,
not the priest,

that gives us absolution.

The US government says
this isn't torture.

What do you think?

Let me talk, please.

Look at yourself.

Rich as croesus,

and you let Anneca Oil
poison your own countrymen.

We didn't just poison our countrymen.

We killed them, hundreds of them.

Looks like we're hostages now, too.

Ressler, I think I'm in trouble.

You think you...

I got a call from Metro PD.

They've got
a missing-persons case,

the DC harbormaster.

He showed up where I was holding Tom.

Whoa, whoa.

Whatever you're about
to confess, Keen, don't.

I didn't kill him.
I didn't.

It was Tom.

Tom?

Why would Tom kill

the one person
in a position to rescue him?

To protect me.

I realize how insane that sounds.

I met the harbormaster
the first time he showed up

and gave him my card,

told him I was there
searching for two fugitives.

You lied to him.

To explain why I was there.

I had no idea Tom would kill him.

I tried to stop it.

Was there witnesses?

Somebody must have been watching Tom

while you weren't there.

There was someone.

Thanks for coming down.

Look, I don't think I can help you.

You can't keep me here.

Take it easy.
Nobody's keeping you here.

Just want to ask you a few questions,

then you're free to go.

Tell me about Elizabeth Keen.

Where have you been?

Good news.

I've reconsidered our position.

Negotiations will resume immediately.

Did you talk to Denisov?

No questions.

Burke's dead, isn't he?

No.
We have new evidence to present.

There is one proviso, however.

That mouthpiece from Anneca,
the one you spoke to?

Bring him along.

Wait, wait.
We can't leave.

Kushan's doubled the guards outside.

It's too risky.

I may need to have a chat
with this Commander Kushan.

We'll come to you.
See you in an hour.

We've been through this.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well...
you are Samuel Aleko,

the same Samuel Aleko
who was the custodian

for an abandoned vessel
docked in DC harbor,

a rig called the Phoenix.

Zebra mussels.

Yeah, I got to say, Sam,

I've seen guys tripped up
by a lot of things,

but zebra mussels?

Yeah, that's a first.

Ah, there it is.
Yeah, see?

Y-y-you... you spoke
to the shellfish inspector,

and y-you refused
to let him board,

and you promised to vacate the slip.

See?

I know you were there.

You gentleman are doing
a wonderful job.

Sorry. Sorry.
Traffic coming into the city.

Price of progress.

This is Dean Walker from Anneca.

Who's this?

The smoking gun.

Ugh!
That sounded dramatic.

Leonid Zhabin.

This is the new evidence
that you were talking about.

Ex-minister Zhabin hasn't been
in power for 20 years,

and with all due respect, sir,
the man is not mentally well.

Perhaps not, but "In a mad
world, only the mad are sane."

Kurosawa.

What the hell is he talking about?

History, Mr. Walker.

My new friend knows a great deal

about the history
of your company's pipeline.

History is not new evidence.

Or maybe it is.

As it turns out,
we do agree on one key detail.

Your company's current pipeline

is not the worst thing on earth.

Then what is?

The first pipeline...
the one Anneca built in 1988,

four years before the current one.

Is that what he told you?
The man is delusional.

Probably.

There was only one pipeline.

We broke ground to build it in '92.

Read the contracts.

You're right.
The contracts do say that.

It started before the Wall fell.

Uzbekistan was still

a constituent republic
of the Soviet Union.

Mr. Gorbachev
was changing our future.

I was allowed
to secretly open our markets

for an American pipeline.

This is fiction.

I sold the rights to them that year,

and they built
the first pipeline right away.

You couldn't even wait to do it right!

We were all so greedy.

The first line was
an unmitigated disaster.

Hundreds were killed.

Whole villages became ill.

I still see their faces.

Then the Soviet Union collapsed,
and all hell broke loose.

Anneca paid Mr. Zhabin
to orchestrate a cover-up.

Bury the dead,

destroy any record that
the first pipeline ever existed.

It wasn't the only disaster

cloaked by those momentous events,

hidden from view in the fog
of a new world order.

It's a good story.

But that's all it is...
a story from a crazy old man.

Who happened to keep a complete
set of the original documents

in the hope that, one day,

he might find the courage
to set things right.

You engineers did better
the second time around.

At least this one took 20 years
to start leaking.

If this is true

and Anneca is responsible for
hundreds of people's deaths,

then you and the other high-level
executives will be prosecuted.

Reparations can be paid
to the alleged victims.

We can fix this.

Reparations are all well and good,

but the people I represent
don't want you to fix it.

They don't?

No.

The Uzbek people

have had quite enough
of Anneca's promises.

They want you to leave.

Pack up your pipeline and leave.

That won't happen.

Mr. Denisov thought you might
need some additional incentive,

so Mr. Zhabin was kind enough
to direct him

to one of the mass graves

where victims of the first
pipeline are buried.

His men are on their way there now.

I can stop them if we have a deal.

Can I get some water, please?

Oh! Yes! Of course.

This is the water they drink
in the villages,

the ones directly above your pipeline.

Drink up.

Talk to your board.

You have 24 hours until we go public.

Effective immediately,
Anneca Oil has elected

to cease operation
of its local pipeline.

And we are thrilled to announce

some exciting and highly profitable

new initiatives on the horizon.

We got to go.

SRU just confirmed...
Agent Burke's being released.

Where?

Drop point outside the city.

...construction
of three new schools

for the people of this great country.

Thank you.

And now I'll take a few questions.

Commander Kushan.

It's good to meet you.

I've heard nothing but terrible things.

What kind of deal are we talking about?

It all depends on what you got to say,

how valuable it is to the case.

I can take you to the body.

Is that valuable enough?

They should be here any time now.

Director Heyworth,
the agents are on site.

Please advise.

Do not move until they take
possession of the asset.

SOG team is standing by in the
perimeter, awaiting your go.

Once the exchange is complete,

I want Reddington taken into custody.

If Denisov shows, kill him.

Car's arriving now, sir.

Team Leader, stand by.

Can you confirm
Reddington is in the vehicle?

Affirmative.

Agent Burke.
Welcome back.

We have eyes on target.

Reddington's out of the car, sir.

Nobody moves until I give the order.

Hey, Arnold.

Sir, I tried to stop him.

You and I have a problem.

Take a step back, Harold.

You ignored
a Justice Department directive.

You told Kushan
how to find that compound.

- You can't prove that.
- You and I both know

my people are there
to protect an asset of yours.

- I can neither confirm nor deny...
- If anything happens to those agents,

the next time your phone rings,

it'll be the Attorney General calling.

Sir, standing by for your order.

Sir, our window's closing.

Requesting authorization
to take immediate action.

Stand down.

I need your help.

Commander Kushan and his men
are at my compound.

His men are.

If you can get me out of the country...

I can.

But I won't.

They will arrest me.

Perhaps.

Sooner or later,
we all must pay for our crimes.

Is Kushan...

You still don't see it, do you?

The endgame.

You could run this country, Ruslan.

What you've done is that important.

You brought a multinational
corporation to its knees,

saved countless lives.

You'll make this country billions.

You may go to prison for a bit.

But you will emerge a hero.

One of the few standing in
your way is Commander Kushan.

Well, not standing.

♪ every step ♪

♪ of the way ♪

♪ I found grace ♪

♪ if I lead ♪

Commander Kushan?

More on this breaking story.

Just hours
after Anneca Oil's announcement

that the company
is shutting down its pipeline

comes this surprising development.

The government and French
oil conglomerate Savillion

have reached a deal

to nationalize
a brand-new pipeline.

The deal, said to be worth billions,

should gain easy approval

and will be finalized within days.

♪ of the way ♪

♪ I found grace ♪

I never saw it coming.

I knew you had to have an angle.

Elizabeth Keen, this is Claude Hippeau,

Senior Vice President of Savillion.

Enchanté.

You were having drinks together
the day we arrived.

You knew exactly what was gonna happen.

I had an inkling.

Au revoir, mon ami.

Give my regards to the wife...
and the mistress.

That's why you wanted Anneca
to abandon the pipeline,

to clear the way for another
company to get the contract?

You say that as if it's a bad thing.

Anneca shuts down operations,

the victims are well compensated,

maybe get a little justice, a
new firm is poised to deliver

a state-of-the-art pipeline...
everybody wins.

You get a payday from Savillion
for making it happen.

Vive la France.

♪ every step ♪
♪ every step ♪

♪ of the way ♪
♪ of the way ♪

Hey.

Did you find anything?

No.

I mean, uh, yes.

Looks like some kind of
beta technology.

A recording device.

I'm thinking it's late '80s,
early '90s.

But how it works, what it does...

I don't have the faintest idea.

♪ lonely ♪
♪ and lonely ♪

♪ lose my way ♪

Have you spoken to
Mr. Reddington about this?

No.

But he might have some insights.

You have to tell me...
promise me

you will not talk to Reddington
about this.

Mum's the word.

We got a deal, right?

No jail time if I testify?

You're not gonna believe
what I have to say.

Tell me about Elizabeth Keen.

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