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It's done. He's down.

SPEAKING GERMAN...

SPEAKING GERMAN...

He's on board.
Tell her we're en route, 10 minutes out.

They say the Heretic's Fork
exposes the sinner.

Makes him
renounce his sins.

What do you
renounce, Mr. Bracker?

Hmm?

Let me help you.

Your cartel's expanded
into territory that isn't yours.

My employer
can't allow that.

We'll stop.

We'll stop.

Oh, I know
you'll stop.

As of this moment,

you're out
of business,

but that's not
why you're here.

You're going to tell me
all the relevant details

of your operation.

Every runner,
every financier...

He says
it can't wait.

Hmm.

I'll be with you
shortly.

I was just
about to phone you.

We're ready to
start the uplink.

Change of plans.
What does that mean?

It means I need
you here in the U.S.

It's, uh...

It's a matter
of some urgency.

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 08 Episode 10

Aired on:
March 12, 2021

Episode Title: "Dr. Laken Perillos

"SUMMER WINDS" PLAYING...

You can't be here.
They'll see you.

I once dropped acid
with Allen Ginsberg.

We spent a glorious
afternoon in Soho,

just tumbling.

I know what you want,
but I can't help you.

I miss that gentleness.

♪♪ Summer winds
are softly blowing ♪♪

You're a service provider, Bobby.

I put you on the payroll
to provide a service,

information
on Townsend.

You're laundering his
money out of a laundromat,

which is in itself
entertaining,

but I also know you're
skimming off the top.

That's not true.

Oh, you're definitely
stealing from Townsend.

And while I admire
your chutzpah,

I can't help but think that if I know
you're stealing from Townsend...

It's just a matter of time.

So, tell me
where I can find him

or where I can
find someone who can.

I don't know
where he is.

But I know
where his money goes.

Once it's cleaned, I
make a series of deposits.

Who gets
the biggest one?

A woman.

Laken Perillos.

Perillos.

The Brazen Bull.

What?
Go on.

I don't know
who Perillos is,

but I assume that if
you could get to her,

she could help you
find Townsend.

And where is she?

In the States.

I was told that she
came in last night.

That's all
that I know.

That was Ruddiger.

He thinks he has
something for us.

You know what they
call a money launderer

who can't be trusted?

A bad investment.

Get out of here.

I have a lead.

Townsend.

An arrest warrant has
been issued for Elizabeth.

That's a mistake.

No. It's a tragedy.

I can tell you how
to get to Townsend.

The only person I'm focused
on getting to is Elizabeth.

I don't see how that's helped
by going after the person

whose sister
she killed.

Elizabeth killed Mary Bremmer
at Townsend's instruction.

Townsend wanted
his sister killed?

No, but you had her
in custody,

so he ordered the hit
to keep her from talking.

And as a test of
Elizabeth's allegiance.

Keen and Townsend
are allies?

I thought
she wanted him dead.

A desire
she's put on hold

so they can join forces
and come after me.

So if I follow your lead
and go after Townsend,

I could get
to Elizabeth?

Tell me, Harold, what do you
know about the Brazen Bull?

A metal bull, used to
torture and execute people?

According to legend, yes.

The condemned
were locked inside

while a fire
was set beneath it.

That is brazen,

but how's a Greek torture
device relevant to us?

The bull was invented
by Perillos of Athens,

a student of pain

and the eponymous
namesake of Laken Perillos,

the woman Neville
Townsend employs

to inflict pain on his victims
to extract information.

Reddington believes Perillos
can lead us to Townsend

and Townsend
can lead us to Keen.

Not after she killed
his sister.

Apparently that's what
Townsend wanted her to do,

as a test
of her loyalty.

Mr. Reddington says Liz
is working with Townsend?

This is impossible.

I hope you're right.

But there's only one way
to find out.

What do we
know about Perillos?

Very little. Except that
she's brutal and effective.

She came onto the
scene six years ago.

At that time, Antonio
Bastinado, Dominic Morgan,

and Andres Gataki
controlled the ships

that carried nearly all the contraband
coming through the Bosporus.

How they managed it was
a tightly guarded secret

until Perillos
got hold of them.

Now they're dead.

Townsend controls
the strait,

and examples of Perillos'
handiwork keep people in line.

Liz doesn't know
Townsend sanctioned this.

I mean,
she can't know, right?

Did Reddington give you
a lead on Perillos?

He gave me the one
victim Perillos didn't kill.

Name's Roman Einhorn.
Has an estate in Westchester.

Reddington says Perillos left
him alive as a warning to others.

What kind of warning?

Apparently you'll see
when you talk to him.

Or try to.

I told you, this is a waste of your
time. He doesn't wanna see you.

Well, he doesn't
have a choice.

Mr. Einhorn hasn't accepted
guests in almost two years.

Ma'am, we're not his guests.
We're the FBI. He has no choice.

What exactly did they
tell you about Mr. Einhorn?

We know
he was maimed.

Look, we're just trying to find
the woman who was responsible.

The gaze interaction
can be slow to respond.

He gets frustrated.

You need to
be patient.

I remember nothing.

Mr. Einhorn, we
understand your apprehension.

We're trying to help.

And as he told you, Mr. Einhorn
doesn't want your help.

Mr. Einhorn, Dr. Perillos
isn't just mutilating people,

she's murdering them.

We understand that you're the
only person who survived her torture,

the only one
who's seen her face,

and we need your help
to stop her.

What happened to me
six years ago was a warning,

an illustration to others
who question her limits.

I was told that
if I assist the police,

the doctor would come back
to finish what she started.

This was
her promise to me,

and so, as I said to you
before, I know nothing.

Ruddiger.

How are you,
my friend?

Raymond, good to
see you. Dembe.

Smells.

What the hell happened
to your hand?

Oh, uh, car door.
I was cooked.

Nearly lost
my pinkie.

You gotta
be careful, Max.

I need you with
all 10 digits.

That does smell.

Yeah.
What did you find?

The car bomb that killed your
man in Lagos was breathtaking.

Large detonation wave,
secondary explosion.

Our friends
over at A Command

said they found ammonium nitrate
crystals in the post-blast remains.

That sounds bloody awful.

Yeah.
What's the lead?

A partial print on
the Tamiya connector.

I'll get it
to Cvetko.

Who could do this,
Raymond?

Not Elizabeth,
I'm sure.

Not on her own, no.

I'm afraid Elizabeth has
enlisted Neville Townsend

to weaponize
the various details

she's come to learn
about my organization.

Cvetko, it's Dembe.

What the hell
is that smell, anyway?

It's dreadful.

Oh, I'm working on a
cyclohexane-based accelerant.

Low flash point.
Stable.

And a real pain in the butt to
any forensic chemical analysts.

Thank you, Cvetko.

We'll have it
to you today.

Raymond.

Raymond, I think
you should go.

Raymond, go!

Get him out of here!

Ow!

Go, go, go!

Where is he?

Where he is?
Reddington?

I don't know.

Search the
building. We know he's here.

Get him
in the van!

Warehouse is clear!
No sign!

Forget it.
Let's go!

Put him in,
put him in.

Get in.

We're here now
securing the scene, but back up.

Tell me exactly
what happened.

It was
an ambush. Heavily armed.

What about a vehicle?
It was a van.

White Ford.
Four or five men.

Faces? Accents?
I don't know.

They were masked, and
I didn't hear them speak.

But come on,
it was her, Donald.

We don't know that.
You got a lot of enemies.

Besides, Keen
wouldn't target Dembe.

I've lost any perspective of
what Agent Keen is capable of.

I only know that we
need to get Dembe back,

because if he is in
the hands of Perillos,

it won't matter
what Agent Keen wants,

only how long he can survive.

We'll find him.

Call me back as soon
as you know more.

Ressler.

Headlight trim from
the van. It's a start.

Mmm.
Look at you.

So you're the one
they call Dembe.

Quite a collection,
isn't it?

Each one teaches me
something about pain.

How to alleviate it

or inflict it.

When I was 12, my
mother went to the hospital

with a neural infection
that was misdiagnosed

as a strained muscle.

She was given ibuprofen
and sent home...

...with an infection that
left her in excruciating pain

and bedridden for the
rest of her life.

What caused
the misdiagnosis?

The color
of her skin.

The belief,
even by some doctors,

that Blacks feel
less pain than whites.

Thick skin,
biology, breeding,

lies that lead to
Black patients

receiving far fewer pain
meds than white patients.

But we know the truth,
don't we, Dembe?

We know all about pain,
don't we?

It's called
the Heretic's Fork.

It was used during the Spanish
Inquisition to extract confessions.

Break the human spirit.

Tell the truth, or sooner or
later, you'll bleed to death.

It's inscribed with
the Latin word "abiuro,"

which means to swear
or take an oath.

Will you do that for
me, Dembe?

Swear to tell me everything you
know about the Sikorsky Archive?

Walahi.

I swear I won't
tell you anything.

Oh, I think you will.

Tell me
you found something.

We think we found
the van used in the abduction.

It's missing a piece of the headlight
trim that we found at the scene.

And what about Dembe?

Does the van
tell you anything

about where they
may have taken Dembe?

No, we're waiting on the
lab, but they think it's unlikely.

The vehicle was torched.
MPD's doing a search now.

Lab services should have a
report within 24 hours, maybe less.

We don't have
that kind of time.

Look, I'm telling you
what we know.

Yeah. Thank you, Donald.

Look, please,

No.

You betrayed us.

You heard Dembe
talking about Ruddiger.

No. And you knew
where we were gonna be.

No.
You set us up.

I think you better
answer that.

Operator 627,
Ward West.

Ward West.
Briargate confirm.

We have a code red alarm
indicator. Do you have a breach?

Yes,
there's been a breach, by me.

Here's what
happens next.

I'm gonna give you
a phone number.

You're gonna pass it up
the food chain to your boss.

Tell Neville Townsend
it's Raymond Reddington.

Tell him to call me in 20
minutes at 202-555-0184.

It's a conversation
he won't want to miss.

I'll get you a cane
to remember me by.

My apologies, ladies.

Hello, Mr. Zuma.
I'm sorry we have to meet like this,

but I've found this
process to be both efficient

and effective
for all involved.

I'm going to ask
you some questions.

You're going to answer.

If you waver,

Dr. Perillos will help
encourage your cooperation.

Let's begin with
the Sikorsky Archive.

Does Reddington have it?

Uh, Mr. Zuma,
I need an answer.

No? Nothing?

The Irukandji jellyfish is
found off the coast of Australia.

Its sting is only
mildly irritating,

but within half an hour,

its venom induces
excruciating muscle cramps,

severe back pain,

and a burning sensation
in the skin and face.

Headaches.

Sweating.

Nausea.

It's called
Irukandji Syndrome.

The pain, combined with
an increase in heart rate

and blood pressure, causes
a feeling of impending doom.

Chances are

you just may want to impale
yourself to ease the pain.

Uh, Mr. Zuma, shall we
discuss the Sikorsky Archive,

or do you need
some encouragement?

Bad choice, Mr. Zuma.

Don't say
I didn't warn you.

Doctor, I'll give the two
of you some time together.

What is it? It's Reddington.
He's made contact.

Dembe Zuma.
I want him back.

I'm sure you do.

Keen tells me he
knows all your secrets.

Elizabeth
would never hurt Dembe.

I want the archive.

At what cost?
A war with me?

Have you thought about
what that means?

All I've thought
about recently

is the fact that
you killed my family.

I don't know what
Elizabeth is telling you,

but Katarina Rostova
killed your family,

and I killed her.

That alone should be enough
for us to peacefully co-exist.

A fact we can discuss in
person once you accept my offer.

Wha... What kind
of offer?

For Dembe.

Me for him.

A trade.

Yes.

And then an uprising.

Your people,

rallying around
your sacrifice.

I... I had no idea you
were such a romantic.

Oh, my goodness, yes.

I have many "thoughts that
do often lie too deep for tears."

At the moment,
the main one being

to put a bullet
in your forehead.

Do we have a deal?
We do.

I'll call you back
with the where and when.

I wasn't making
it up. About the doctors.

In 2016, 222 white doctors
at the University of Virginia

were given
mock medical files

of a white patient
and a Black patient

and asked to gauge their
pain on a scale of 1 to 10.

They underestimated the
Black patient's pain because...

Now, these are doctors.
They said they thought

Black people had less
sensitive nerve endings.

Why is it that white
people don't see our pain?

I know Townsend
doesn't see mine.

What about Reddington?

Does he see yours?

I know
who you are to him.

What you do for him.

The secrets you keep,
like you're doing now,

not telling me
about the archive.

Does he know what
pain that causes you?

I don't mean this pain.
Anyone can see that.

I mean inside.

The pain
in your heart.

Can he see that?

You can stop.

Excuse me?

We're making a trade.
For whom?

Who could know the
archive more than Zuma?

Raymond.

He's not doing this
to save you.

He's doing it
to save himself.

He... he...

He does feel my pain.

Does he, now?

Good.

Then maybe
he'll feel this.

Help you?
I'm here for a room.

Neville said
he'd leave a key.

Oh, Neville said?

Neville said.

Ah. Come around.
I'll buzz you in.

What about
the dog?

There's no dog.

Is this kosher?

L'chaim.

Okay.

There's a bench outside.
Have a seat.

Concierge will be
with you shortly.

I'm supposed to
let you go.

But your resistance
is an inspiration.

It makes me wonder, are you
really that beholden to him?

Would you hold out
until it's too late?

I guess
we'll never know.

Get back in that
chair! I won't ask again!

Antidote!

- Dembe.
- Don't do it, Raymond.

I'm coming.
Don't give yourself up.

Tell me
you got there in time.

Tell me you found him.

No, we were too late.

What did you find? We're
securing the scene now,

but it looks like her people broke
everything down and cleared out.

There's no sign
of Reddington.

Look, this doctor, is there
anything that you can tell me?

Any specifics?
Any details that might help?

She had tools
for torture,

and she injected me with a
vial of poison from jellyfish.

Jellyfish?

Irukandji jellyfish.

That's what
she called them.

I reached out to some
associates of ours

to find out
who traffics them.

All right, well...

Look, my forensics
team's here.

You call me as soon as you
hear anything and I'll do the same.

I'm impressed.

You kept your end
of the deal,

and in a roundabout way,
so did I.

Dembe escaped.

Yes. As promised,
he's free.

And with him went your
leverage to get me to talk.

Oh, I don't know
about that.

The Brazen Bull, I presume.

Excellent. You're familiar
with Dr. Perillos.

Certainly.

Legendarily
draconian methods.

Undeniably effective results.

This is almost a
bucket-list moment for me.

Shall we begin?
Oh, let's not.

Are you familiar with
lymphocytic choriomeningitis?

If I say yes, can we
skip the demonstration?

It's a viral infection
carried by mice

that causes
ascending paralysis.

The virus attacks the
peripheral nervous system,

then works its way upwards
through the legs and torso to the chest,

where it paralyzes
the lungs,

causing the victim
to suffocate.

Careful.
I'm terribly ticklish.

See?

There is an antidote,
which I will supply

after you've told me
about the archive.

Uh, think about it.

But not too long.

You haven't got
much time left.

What did you
find out?

I haven't heard back
from our people yet.

Well, it turns out
Irukandji jellyfish

are sourced only by
a few select brokers.

Brokers? Who sell
animals to research labs,

universities,
veterinary schools,

and companies to provide
animal testing services.

Disgusting, I know,
and it gets worse.

There are two types
of these dealers.

Class A, which breed
specifically for research purposes,

and Class B, who source animals from
random locations like auctions, pounds,

or even
newspaper ads.

Okay, that is
disgusting.

Right? I feel like there's a separate
Blacklist case in here somewhere.

The point being?

The point being I could only
find three Class B vendors

who even supply our
species of jellyfish.

Two haven't made a sale
in well over six months.

And the third?

The third
is Tolofson-Hammond.

London based.
License revoked.

They have
a court case pending,

and one of their clients
who failed to appear...

That's her.

Name's
Kayla Lynne Banks.

Last known address
in Cardiff.

Both of which
are fakes.

Okay, let's work
backwards. Unwind her alias.

Find out where she got her
passports, her bank accounts.

How she built
this false identity

may point us
to where she is now.

Nothing?

No pain at all.

Good.

And here I thought
you fetishized pain.

No more than an
oncologist fetishizes cancer.

I study it in the hopes
of finding a cure for it.

I don't believe you.

I think you enjoy
the means too much

to really care
about the end.

I'm not talking
about a medicine.

I'm talking about
a solution.

An alteration
in our DNA.

Did you know the mole
rat can't feel burning pain

because it lacks
the chemical Substance P?

You want people
to be like mole rats?

I want us to be
impervious to pain.

What a terrible idea.

Spoken like someone who's
never had his pain ignored,

who's never begged
for relief and not gotten it.

I'd prefer to have
my pain ignored

than to have
no pain at all.

Without pain, there
can be no real pleasure.

Without the lows, you have
no way to measure the highs.

If any part of your
sadism-in-the-name-of-science

is designed to improve
the human condition,

making us unfeeling

is absolutely the wrong
way of going about it.

Case in point.

This is gonna make killing
you infinitely more pleasurable.

We're ready.

How much time
has he got?

An hour.
Maybe less.

So, the archive.

Like the minister says at
every wedding, "Speak now,

"or forever hold
your peace."

Is there anything
on the APB?

Not yet.
And on your end?

I've called everyone, but
everything is taking too long.

There must be something
they missed at the scene.

We've reviewed all the crime-scene
analysis from where you were held,

plus what we found,
or didn't find, at the van.

Then we should
go through it again.

You take the forensics
from the van.

I'll review the
findings from the lab.

Don't take this
the wrong way,

but you'd make
a good cop.

You know what I do
for a living.

I do.

I also know
who you are.

A Black Muslim.

That describes
quite a few cops.

We will find Raymond.

I hope you're right.
But he lives on the edge.

And one day,
he may go over it.

The report says the van was
burned using an accelerant.

That's right.
Uh, cyclohexane.

Which burns
at a low flash point.

That's why there were
no forensics.

And what
does that tell you?

That the absence of
evidence is evidence.

It's not everything you
thought it would be, is it?

This moment?

You've waited for it,

anticipated it.

But somehow,

it's dissatisfying.

It actually
exceeds expectation.

I wasn't talking
to you.

We know who my assassin
really is.

Don't we, Elizabeth?

It saddens me to bear witness
to this moment in your life.

This

crossing of Rubicon

from which you
can never get back.

I know, in this moment,
it may appear self-serving

to suggest that you instruct

the good doctor

to administer the antidote,

but I strongly suggest
that you do just that,

because

I have

seen the other side
of that river,

and it's a place
I never,

never wanted you to go.

Who is it?

I said...

Dembe, wait!
Hold on!

Cyclohexane!

Your accelerant.

You used it to help them
torch the van they put me in.

Wait. Stop.

You set us up!

They tortured me!

My hand! They made me to do it!

Where is he? They weren't
supposed to take you!

They were looking
for Reddington!

Well, now they have him. Yeah.

Ruddiger, look at me!

I'm gonna make what that
woman did to your hand

feel like a manicure

unless you tell me where
they are holding Raymond.

Ruddiger.
The warehouse!

East of the airport.
Braxton and 9th.

The radiator.

Tie yourself to it.

Dembe, please.
Now!

He's not coming back.

He's not coming back!

What you're experiencing
is unilateral paralysis.

Your diaphragm is
partially functioning

as the paralysis moves
higher into the chest cavity.

Soon, your diaphragm
will be completely paralyzed

and you'll need a machine
to assist in breathing.

Unfortunately for you,
we have no machine.

But I do have this.

The doctor's antidote
takes immediate effect.

You'll be breathing
normally within seconds.

All you need to do first

is tell me what you
know about the archive.

I'm sorry, say that again?

8353 Braxton.

I'm writing it down.

But before I sent units,
I'd like to get inside.

There's no time.
I'll explain later.

Just send units.

Dembe, talk to me.

Dembe.

Step away.

It's okay,
Raymond.

What have you done
to him?

Aren't
you the loving couple.

First he comes
to save you,

and now you,
you come to save him.

Or try to.

I'm afraid
you're too late.

Is there an antidote?

The answer is no,

I won't ask twice.

Give it to him.

What's wrong
with him?

I paralyzed
his diaphragm.

You came here
to save him.

He came here
to save himself.

You look at the cause.

I only see the effect.

I'm standing here while
he can barely breathe.

Would Townsend
do that for you?

Would anyone?

I want to know exactly
what you did to him.

Tell us about Townsend.

Where he is,

how you contact him...

I don't want you
to suffocate.

I have the antidote,
and I will give it to you.

But not until you tell us
what we need to know.

Hey, call the EMTs

and search the building
for Reddington and Dembe.

Donald Ressler, FBI.

I'm gonna get you
medically cleared,

and then whatever you told
Reddington about Townsend,

well, you're gonna tell me.

Sir?

I'm sorry
to wake you, sir.

They're ready
for you.

Do you believe her?

That Townsend
paid her in cash

and always used
a burner phone?

I... I suppose.

I heard from Park.

The video link to
Townsend was encrypted.

They're going to try and trace
it, but they're not optimistic.

All of this and going after
Perillos got us nothing.

I think we both know
that's not true.

We came for each other.

Do you think
that I see your pain?

Do you?

No.

I don't. Not always.

How's the patient?

He'll be okay.

Thanks to you.

Good detective work.

I told you
we'd find him.

You were right.

But so was I.

He lives at the edge, and
one day, he will go over it.

You need to be prepared
for when that happens.

By the way, we went
to Ruddiger's apartment.

He wasn't there.

I got nothing.
You?

I left him tied.

Well, he wasn't there.

Neville,
that's enough.

That's enough,
Neville!

I want you to know

you're only alive
because of Keen.

You understand that,
Ruddiger?

She begged me
to spare your life.

A life which I now own.

Welcome to the family.

Don't fail me again!