All language subtitles for The Blacklist S09E22

Red, we have to go.

Not without Marvin.

Right now, there's half
a dozen cops in here.

In the next five minutes,
that number's gonna triple.

Then we better find him.

Dembe,
any sign of Gerard?

I'm sorry, Harold.
I think Marvin's gone.

- How'd he get out?
- Hang on.

We may not know where he is,

but I think we can figure out
where he is going.

Check this out. According to records,

three private jets

were scheduled to depart
from that airport over the next 90 minutes.

What do we know
about the three?

Two corporate jets,
one for an insurance company,

one for a hedge fund,

and both of those make regular
trips to and from Culpeper.

But this one is owned by some
kind of shell holding company

based in the Philippines.

It was scheduled to land
and depart

all within 30 minutes
of Marvin's arrival.

What's its scheduled
destination?

Aerodromo Rizal, an airfield

about 40 minutes
outside Camaguey, Cuba.

If that's Marvin's plane,
it's still here on the ground.

Nothing was cleared to take off
after the evacuation started.

It's not, because
it never landed.

That plane was still
on approach to Culpeper

when the security alert
was called in.

Air traffic control
waved it off.

It was diverted?

To another private airfield
30 miles north.

Then that must be
where Marvin's heading.

I'm leaving now.
Send me the location.

Agent Ressler's
still in the area.

I'll reach out to him
and have him meet you there.

I don't know how it happened,

but Fisker wasn't there
and Reddington was waiting!

Well, find out
where the hell he is.

I'll be in Camaguey
by morning.

I need us to be in the air
as soon as possible.

Just leave the bottle.

- Mr. Gerard?
- Can we wait till we take off?

Pilot just got word
that federal agents entered the terminal.

They must know
you're here.

How do they know
we're here?

- FBI. Show me your hands.
- What's this about?

Oh, you've got to have
some idea.

If not, you wouldn't be standing
in the doorway.

This plane's
been grounded.

FBI.
Who else is on board?

What? Oh, my God,
what's happening?

Who else is on board?

N-Nobody.
We're just preparing.

Our passengers
haven't arrived.

Marvin Gerard.
Where is he?

I don't know who that is.

Agent Zuma is gonna
question you.

We need everyone off.

We'll wait at the gate
until he gets here.

Kill the engines.
Seal that door.

Hello, Marvin.

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 09 Episode 22

Aired on:
May 27, 2022.

Episode Title:
Marvin Gerard: Conclusion (Part 2)"

I'm sorry you're angry
that we got to him first.

You didn't get to him
first, Harold.

I had him, and you
took him away from me.

I would have done the same
and probably will.

I know it's hard to accept,
but this is how it has to be.

Someone has to be held
accountable,

and if it's not Marvin,

Main Justice
will go after Harold.

It's not hard to accept,
Cynthia.

It's unacceptable.

He is mine to deal with.

You'd really
rather kill him?

Even if it means
I go to prison?

I don't see
either of those outcomes

as being inevitable.

But let's be clear,
Harold.

You made your bed with
every crime you committed,

with every day
you let pass

without coming to me
for assistance,

so now you have no right
to put me at grave risk

because you acted
with reckless disregard.

- Disregard for what?
- Disregard for what?

That conversation could begin
and end with Agnes alone.

Elizabeth entrusted you
with her daughter.

You took her in.

- You promised to protect her.
- That's right.

- Enough.
- No, I want to say this.

I can't defend my mistakes,
except for to say

I committed them all
for one reason

to stay out of prison,

to somehow prevent that girl
from losing another parent.

You've made a bigger mess
of this

than either
of you realize.

That man is my attorney.

Do you have any idea
how clever a person

you'd have to be
to fill that position?

Normally I'd let one of my
people question you, Marvin,

but I wanted
to do this myself.

Doesn't sound like
I'm in for questioning.

It sounds like you intend
to gloat or vent.

I'm not gloating, Marvin.

To be honest, I'm bereft.

The loss of Elizabeth,
the brutality of it,

especially coming from you,
takes my breath away.

But you're right, I will take
personal satisfaction

in watching you
go to prison.

You tried to destroy me.

I'm not going
to prison, Harold.

If you don't realize that yet,
you will soon enough.

You're wrong.
There's no deal coming, Marvin.

We don't need
your cooperation.

We have Raymond, and he can
tell us anything you know.

He can, but he won't.
You're a puppet.

The federal government
sees 1%

of the Reddington
organization,

the 1%
he allows you to see.

The rest, the full scope
of what we built together,

is a criminal masterpiece
the likes of which you,

respectfully, don't have
the talent to comprehend.

Let me guess.
You'll tell me all about it

in exchange for less time
in a cell?

I don't plan on telling you
anything, Harold,

because you
are an underling.

I'm not even talking to you
right now.

I'm talking to her.

Hello, Cynthia.

You really think
she's listening,

after what you did
to Elizabeth and to me?

Yes, Harold. I do.

Relax, Carolyn.
We're on the move. Chuck?

The courthouse?

Of all the places
for us to meet.

I'm aware of the risk.

The fact that I took it
should be all the indication

you need of just
how urgent this is.

I spoke with my father.

How is Alfred?

He's alive, and in
a pretty good mood,

considering his prostate's
the size of a grapefruit.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, he's 83.

You could have
killed him at 63,

so he knows he's living
on borrowed time.

I'm glad I didn't.

Why didn't you?

He never likes to talk
about your arrangement.

Sounds like Alfred.

God knows I've done
far worse to others

for stealing a fraction

of what he embezzled
from my organization.

Why didn't I?

You.

When I found out that
he was only stealing

so he could afford
to help his only child

- pay for law school...
- You saw an opportunity.

Well, I don't know
about that.

It's easy to be prophetic

when you're older
and looking back.

At the time, I just
liked your father

and decided to call it
an investment in the future.

My future.

It's a strange feeling
knowing my legal education

was paid for
by a criminal.

It's not so bad, Carolyn.

I may be a criminal,
but I'm also the most wanted.

It's nice to be wanted.

So this is it?
The payback?

You're finally asking
for the favor

my father promised you
in exchange for his life?

Parenthood
is a remarkable thing.

The selflessness of it.

Your father risked
everything to help you,

and I'm sure wanted
nothing in return.

But I'm not your parent,
Carolyn.

So, yes.

It's time.

Okay, Mr. Gerard.

We all see
what's happening here.

You went to war
with Reddington

and you lost,
and now you're

looking to damage your enemy.

Mm, not exactly.

You're a senator, Cynthia.
Think bigger.

No?

I'm not interested in
damaging Raymond Reddington.

I'm interested
in replacing him.

You want
to say that again?

Come on.
We all know that

this arrangement
you made with Raymond

is a lot more than
the government bargained for.

He's uncontrollable.
He continues to commit crimes.

The task force is,
frankly, off the rails.

Is that so?

Are you kidding me?
The assistant director of the FBI

is responsible
for half a dozen felonies.

Yes, because you targeted
and blackmailed him.

No. I mean, yes,
I did do that,

but Harold
always had a choice.

He didn't have
to break the law.

He could have refused,
but he didn't. Why?

Because Harold
is the way he is

after all these years
of working with Raymond.

Oh, that's rich.

I'm offering you
and your bosses

the chance to start over.

I'm the man
behind the curtain, Cynthia.

I run Reddington's
organization,

which is why I can deliver
the same end product.

I can maintain
the blacklist.

I have access
to the same intel

and can be a far more
reliable partner

to the Justice Department
than Reddington ever was.

You murdered Agent Keen,
framed Harold,

and now you want
to use the chaos you created

as proof
that we need a change?

I'm the better option.

That's not clever.

It's insidious.

Is it? My offer is simple.

He's out.
I'm in.

I get his deal,
and in exchange,

I continue to provide
Main Justice

with a steady stream
of criminals

you don't even know exist.

And what happens
to Reddington?

That's the best part.

Main Justice gets what
it always wanted, arrest him.

Drop him
in a hole somewhere.

This task force
will never work with you.

That's true.
That's why we've got

to get rid of them, too.

We start a new task force,
the Marvin Gerard task force.

You honestly think
the Attorney General will go for that?

I do, and if we hurry up,
we might even be able

to get this thing up and running
by the end of the week.

Main Justice
has Marvin in lockdown.

Instead of a detention center,
they sent him to the Cooler

while he waits on the Attorney General
to decide on his offer.

- The Cooler?
- That's inmate talk

for Calvin Coolidge
Correctional Facility.

He's being closely guarded.

He's only allowed in his cell
or the prison library.

Because he's
representing himself?

It's a nightmare scenario.

It may get even darker.

If Marvin's offer is accepted,
Raymond will be arrested.

What happens to us?

I don't know. I assumed
you'd all be reassigned.

If I'm not being prosecuted,
maybe they'll let me retire.

What do you mean, if you're
not being prosecuted?

We did what they wanted.
We arrested Marvin.

That was never a guarantee.

The irony is,
now that we've found him,

we have to protect Marvin
against Reddington.

One of us is going to prison.

If Raymond kills Marvin,
I don't like my chances.

I can keep an eye on Raymond,
see what he's planning.

Great. I'll go with you.

Alina.
You can't be in the field.

And I won't be.
I'll be in the car.

Come on, now I can't even
do surveillance?

What's the latest?

I'll be seeing a top neurologist
in D.C. later today.

If he clears me, I'm back.

If not, this could be
my last assignment.

Okay. But stay in the car.

He's just sitting there.

How long ago did he leave?

Ten minutes.

He left the warehouse
and drove straight here.

He's less than half a mile
from where Marvin's being held.

That is probably
not a coincidence.

Hang on. There's
another car approaching.

What's happening?

Reddington's talking
to the driver.

I don't recognize him.

I'm sending you photos to run
for facial recognition.

He obviously knows
who Raymond is.

Wait a minute. Reddington's
handing him something.

It's cash.

- For what?
- Okay, I got the photos.

All right, I'm running
his image

through bureau databases now.

There he is. A Lieutenant
Theodore Heneveld.

He's a guard at the Coolidge
Correctional Facility.

Unbelievable. Reddington
really is gonna kill Marvin.

Do you want us to move in?

Negative. You're staying
in the car, remember?

Actually, both of you,
get back here now.

So now what?

I think Marvin's
in serious danger.

Get out to Coolidge,

and when Heneveld shows up
for work, arrest him.

Bring him in for questioning.

Can I help you?

Are you him?

I'm gonna need a little more
context for that question.

The others say
you're Marvin Gerard,

Mr. Raymond Reddington's
personal attorney.

I know Raymond.

And you are?

He knows me
by the name Wujing.

You're Wujing?

The most prolific assassin
who ever worked

for the Chinese state
security service?

May I sit?

You've murdered more American
operatives than I can name.

What am I gonna say,
no?

Why are you here?

I'm not gonna be here
very long.

How about we just keep this
about you?

Well, I'm serving
a life sentence

with no chance of parole.

My only hope of seeing
my kin and my country again

is to escape this...
place.

Yeah, well.
Good luck with that.

I don't need luck.

After years of planning,
I'm finally close.

We have succeeded in placing
someone on the inside,

on the transport team
at the Bureau of Prisons.

I'm sorry.
I didn't quite catch that.

The next time I'm taken
to the courthouse,

this inside man will be
waiting to set me free.

And you're telling me this
because?

You are a lawyer.

Not just a lawyer,
Reddington's lawyer.

That means you must be
brilliant.

And you are brilliant, yes?

Yes.

Well, my lawyers have tried
and have been unable

to secure for me
a trip to the courthouse.

They have filed motions
and each one has been denied.

All I need is a reason
for the judge

to grant me
some form of hearing.

Ineffective assistance
of counsel.

Your lawyers have tried
everything except

for the one motion that means
they're terrible lawyers.

If you claim that your own
lawyers are incompetent,

I'll be you dollars to donuts,
you'll get your hearing.

So, you are
Marvin Gerard.

You're damn right I am.

That look tells me
you have news.

Good or bad?

Only kind you get
around here, Harold.

Good and bad.

I can guess the bad.

The Attorney General wants
to take Marvin up

on his offer
to replace Reddington.

You don't seem surprised.

On the contrary,
I'm stunned.

Every time I think I know how stupid
Main Justice can be,

I discover
there's a new low.

The AG's not stupid,
Harold.

He's embarrassed.

Not too many people
know about our deal with Reddington,

but of those who do,
there are plenty who think

it's beneath our government's
integrity to partner

with a criminal
of his stature.

I've heard those arguments.
They're theoretical.

Those people don't experience the reality
of our association.

No, what they experience
are classified briefings

about the crimes
he still commits,

briefings about the death
of Agent Keen

and the felonies
being committed

by the Assistant Director
of the FBI.

No, they don't get a sense
of the full reality,

but what they do see
makes them want to cringe.

Reddington's out.

Arrest warrant's
been issued.

The AG expects you
to take him into custody

next time
he's in your company.

- And us?
- You're out, too.

There's a new task force
being sourced as we speak.

You said
you had good news?

Well, then I undersold,
because it's not good.

It's great.

Main Justice has agreed
not to charge you.

On which counts?
All of them.

It worked, Harold.
They're happy.

They feel smart
and in control.

Congratulations.

The moment Marvin's deal
takes effect,

their promise to you
becomes binding.

What'd you do today

- before your shift stared, Mr. Heneveld?
- Nothing.

A secret meeting
with the most wanted man in the world?

A jury might consider
that something.

Your career is over,
lieutenant.

The only question now
is whether your colleagues at work

will end up guarding you.

Hope you were good
to the inmates.

Save the heavy hand
for the next guy.

I'm not making this any harder
than it needs to be.

What was the meeting
about?

I'll tell you,
but you won't believe me.

Try us.

He wants to break
into the Cooler.

Apparently, his lawyer's
being held there,

and he wants to meet
with him off the record.

Why'd he come to you?

Because he knows I move contraband
in and out of there.

One of the inmates,
Flody Pascal,

his cousin's high up
in the Quito cartel.

They built a passageway
from the outside

so they could
send him things.

A passageway?
You mean a tunnel?

I don't know.
There's a vent behind the boiler

in one
of the sub-basements.

They leave stuff
behind the grate.

I get it and distribute it,
no questions asked.

The passageway has to be
big enough

for a person
to pass through.

Reddington knows
the access point.

I'm supposed to be waiting at the grate
to let him in.

You were right.

Reddington won't stop
until Marvin's dead.

Can you imagine
the hubris

to break into a federal prison
and murder an inmate?

We'll get Gerard
out of there.

We have to transport him
to the courthouse

so a judge can sign off
on his immunity deal.

In the meantime,
Agent Zuma and I

will make sure
that tunnel's shut down.

Raymond's not getting
into that prison.

I almost destroyed my career
a thousand times in this job.

I figured I'd finally do it

when I came face to face
with whoever really killed Elizabeth Keen.

I honestly think I'd do it
if I were the only one

who'd pay the price.
You'd kill me?

Probably.
But then Cooper would end up going to jail

and Agnes Keen would lose
another parent.

It makes me sick,

knowing that you're gonna
get what you want.

What I want?

You think
this is what I want?

I didn't beat Reddington.
We both lost.

I would have worked for him
till the end.

Now I'm an informant.

Well, at least I am until
Raymond exacts his revenge.

He's trying.

Insanely, we're the ones
protecting you.

- You can't protect me.
- We can.

Reddington had a
plan to get into the prison.

As we speak,
we're shutting it down.

He had this plan,
this time.

There will always
be another.

One day,
one will succeed.

Blanket immunity.

You know, I thought
you'd be happy.

I'm gonna take the deal,
Donald.

But let's be clear,

this is the worst day
of what's left of my life.

Judge Grunwald's chambers.

Understood.
I'll tell him.

They're early.
Nobody's here yet, Your Honor.

Should be just
a few more minutes.

That was Tim Post, the Chief
Judge's clerk on the line.

Judge Marquez would like
to see you.

Fine. Schedule it.

No, I mean now.

Now? I'm about to start
a FISA hearing,

my courtroom
is closed,

the parties are here,
almost.

Yes, Your Honor.
It's a special circumstance.

I gather that's why the judge
would like a word

before you begin.

Call the U.S. attorney,
push the start time by 15 minutes.

If the defendant arrives
before I get back,

you can have him wait
in here.

With his attorney?

He is an attorney,
representing himself.

I'll be back.

Plenty of room for a person
to pass through.

Get him out of here.

I want this block evacuated
and sealed

while we complete
our investigation.

What's wrong?

It just hurts,

knowing there won't be
justice for Elizabeth.

I had to arrest Marvin.

It's the only way I could
keep my promise to Agnes.

What promise?

It was the first night
she came to stay with us.

Did you eat anything?

Charlene thought
you might be hungry.

What you got there?

Did you make that?

My mom and I
made it together.

Well, I like it.

Can I get you anything else?
Another blanket, maybe?

Agnes, I guess first,

I, uh, I want to say
how sorry I am.

I loved your mother,

and I'm so extremely sad
that she's not here.

But I am,
and so is Charlene,

we're so very glad
to have you here with us.

I think your mother picked us
because she thought

that we could be a good family,
and I think she was right.

And I promise,
we're not going anywhere.

Except maybe the kitchen.
That sandwich looks good.

It's a wild horse.

My mom would
always say that

if she had to go away
for a while.

Wild horses.

Like a code for how much
we loved each other.

- Wild horses?
- Couldn't drag me away.

It's a song.

By the Rolling Stones.
One of my favorites.

I hope one day you'll feel
that way about us.

That we would be there,
that we wouldn't go away.

That's what I said.

Now, to keep that promise,
I'm standing by

and watching
her mother's killer

get away with it.

Excuse me.
Agent Ressler with the Bureau.

This is Marvin Gerard.

Mr. Gerard, I'm afraid
His Honor had to step out for a moment.

That's fine.
Our start time's been pushed 15 minutes.

In the meantime,
you can go on in.

I'm sure the AUSA
is on his way.

I'll be right here.

Your Honor, my clerk said
you wanted to see me?

Jeffrey,
thanks for coming.

I understand you're about
to start a classified hearing.

Hello, Marvin.

Your judge had to step out,
so I'll be judging you today.

Well played, Raymond.

Task force thought they
figured out your plan

to get to me at Coolidge.

Yeah, well, cat and mouse.
Cat and mouse.

How did you convince
the judge to step away?

I didn't have to.
He was summoned by his boss.

Marquez, right.

I knew you had a hook
into the Chief Judge,

I just
didn't see the play.

You always were
a great strategist, Raymond.

You were always
a great consigliere.

What a sad end

to our association,
our friendship.

Is that what I hear in your voice, Raymond?
Sadness?

In part.

For what it's worth, Marvin,

I understand
your turn of events.

The betrayal is unforgivable
and you'll die for it,

but it's understandable.

After all, my feelings
for Elizabeth

weren't always rational.

I was often emotional
rather than pragmatic,

and you weren't
entirely wrong to wonder

if Elizabeth was capable
or worthy of running things.

Not entirely wrong,
or even slightly.

Still, however subjective
my decision was,

the objective truth
is that it was mine to make.

You voiced your objections.

You'd already made up
your mind.

And once
the choice was made,

it was your obligation
to live with it, Marvin.

Even if it meant watching
everything we built crumble

before my eyes?

Yes.

No.

I wasn't your servant,
Raymond.

I was your partner.

We created
an empire together.

I may have been
in the shadows,

but it was
my life's work, too.

You had no right to have
been so reckless with it

and blindly
expect my loyalty.

I loved you, Marvin,

but we were
never partners.

You worked for me.

I valued you.
I pulled you close.

I wanted and needed your help
and friendship.

I never dreamed that
it would cost me Elizabeth.

You never dreamed

that I would have the courage
to defy you.

I wonder how many cowards
have gone to their graves

insisting
on their own courage.

You think I'm a coward?

Marvin, if you wanted
Elizabeth dead,

you could have done it yourself
in a thousand dignified ways.

Instead,
you used Vandyke.

You let him shoot her
down in the street

to hide your involvement.

You targeted Harold
because you were afraid

the task force would help me
discover what you'd done.

I was brave enough to go
to war with you.

Only because you had
nowhere left to run.

Framing Heddie.

Creating the specter
of Kate Kaplan.

Those were acts
of cowardice, Marvin.

The Department of Justice
may hope otherwise,

but you are not me.

You can't hide from me.

You can't best me,

and God knows
you could never replace me.

We are sitting
in a federal courthouse,

and I have the power
to put you down like a dog.

No deal could ever
protect you from me.

Then do it.

I've had enough.

You're right.

I can't beat you,

and I never really
wanted to try.

Hi, Abby. Thanks for
the heads-up on the push.

Judge back?
Should be any second.

The defendant's cwaiting inside.
You can go on in.

Oh, perfect timing.
Gentlemen, sorry for the delay.

Thanks for your patience.

No problem, Your Honor.
Why don't we get started?

"WILD HORSES" BY
THE ROLLING STONES PLAYING...

♪ Childhood living ♪

♪ Is easy to do ♪

Is it true?

Marvin's deal was
approved by the court.

Char, it's over.

Oh, my God.
You're home.

Oh.
For good.

We almost lost you.

I'm so sorry for that,

and for what I had to allow
in order to fix it.

Marvin's free.
He's being released as we speak.

I don't care.

And I'll tell you what else...
Agnes won't either.

When she grows up,
she'll understand.

Is she still awake?
I'm not sure.

She was trying to wait up
for you.

♪ You know I can't let you ♪

♪ Slide through my hands ♪

♪ Wild horses ♪

♪ Couldn't drag me away ♪

I told you, kid.

♪ Wild, wild horses ♪

I'm not going anywhere.

♪ Couldn't drag me away ♪

I just need a minute.

Just give me one minute,
okay?

Leaving so soon?

Told you I wouldn't
be here long.

I've sent the motion.

If this works,
I'll owe you.

It'll work.

And my friend Raymond,

will he help me
get out of the country?

No.

Have you asked him?

I didn't have to ask,
Wujing.

I didn't have to ask

because Raymond
is not your friend.

He's the reason
you're in here.

What do you mean?

He's a confidential
informant.

He has an immunity deal
with the feds.

He feeds them criminals
like you,

and he keeps his freedom.

You're not alone.

There are people in prisons
all over the world

who have no idea that
Raymond is the reason why.

How can this be true?

I had a feeling
that you might say that.

I made you a list.

Wait!

Why are you
telling me this?

I thought
you worked for him.

He thought that, too.

I understand congratulations
are in order, Harold.

So it seems.
Thank you for coming, Raymond.

Have a seat.

Agnes is asleep.
She'll be sorry she missed you.

Marvin's deal went into effect
a little while ago,

as did the promise
for Main Justice not to prosecute me.

It worked, Raymond.

Bringing him in
brought me my life back.

And yet you seem troubled.

I am, because
the devil's bargain

came with a hefty price.

Marvin's freedom.
And your arrest.

I was ordered
to place you in custody

the next time I saw you.

I see.

You're here because I have
no intention of doing that.

Apparently I have one crime
left to commit.

Letting me go?

That's very sweet of you,
Harold.

I appreciate the warning,

though I'm certain
it's unnecessary.

It's true, Marvin's deal
did take effect.

I had to make sure
of that,

but he won't be cooperating
with the government.

I don't understand.

No, I don't suppose
you do.

Marvin and I said
our goodbyes today.

You spoke
with Marvin today?

How is that
even possible?

Then do it.

I've had enough.

You're right.

I can't beat you,

and I never really
wanted to try.

It'll be done, Marvin,

but I won't be the one
to do it.

Out of respect
for our history,

I'm going to give you what
you never gave Elizabeth,

a chance to leave this world
in whatever way you choose,

a chance to make it painless,
to put your affairs in order

and say goodbye to those
who would grieve your passing.

And if I refuse?

Then you and I would get
the answer to a question

I've been asking myself
since the night

Elizabeth died,

what will I do
to the person responsible?

How dark is the blackness

at the center of this hole
in my heart?

I'm not sure I really want
to know that, Marvin,

but if need be,
we'll find out together.

You may not pull
the trigger, Raymond,

but if I die,
it's because you killed me.

I devoted everything to you,
to your vision,

to what I thought
was our vision.

A life of crime
with a common purpose,

to help keep the world

from slipping
into the kind of evil

we know humans
are capable of.

I thought we were
together in this.

We were.

No, Raymond,
because to me,

it was the most
important thing,

but to you, it wasn't.

I am so proud
of what we built, Raymond.

It's what I lived for.

But in the end,

I realize it was never
really my life at all.

Cynthia? Come in.

What's wrong?

Are you all right?

Why do I have a feeling
you already know

what I'm about to say?

Say it anyway.

Marvin Gerard
won't be cooperating

with the Justice Department.

And why is that?

Because I just heard
he left prison,

got into his car,
and shot himself.

My God, he's dead?

I spoke
to the Attorney General.

The promise stands.

He won't punish you

because Marvin did something
out of your control.

I'm sure there's more.

There is.

He's rescinded his order
to have you arrested.

Mm.
Surprise, surprise.

He's just being practical.

He doesn't like it,
but he knows we need the blacklist,

and if Marvin
can't deliver it,

he's willing
to stay the course.

Like none of this
ever happened?

None of what, Harold?

I've already forgotten.

You really are
quite something.

At the moment,
what I am is tired.

I'm going away for a few weeks
to take the sisters home,

eat some peyote,

set up the telescope,
look at the night sky.

Who knows, maybe
I'll find a new star

to name after you,
Harold.

I'll let you know.

Please give my love
to Agnes.

Don't forget what
tomorrow is, Raymond.

Harold, I'll never forget
what tomorrow is.

Okay.

Here goes.

It's been three years
since we lost Elizabeth.

In some ways,
it's gotten easier,

but in most ways,
it still hurts.

There goes my hope of doing
this without crying.

And, uh, this part
won't be any easier.

After a lot
of careful reflection...

...I have decided
to take some time away.

I do not know how long,
but I do know away.

So what's your plan?

My plan is no plan.

I found a cool place
in Brooklyn,

and I plan to go up there
and just, you know, ride my bike,

do New York,
eat lots of pizza,

look at the people,
maybe a Broadway show.

Anyway, I know we are here
to talk about Elizabeth,

but I've been wanting
to tell you guys.

I think
she'd like that idea.

I remember when I saw
she was a profiler

and I asked her
to profile herself.

What did she say?

She described someone similar
and yet

so, so different from the woman
I grew to know and love.

I didn't like her.

I mean, I came around,

but she really got to me.

Alina, you made it.

How'd it go
with the Bureau neurologist?

Well, not like I expected.

Apparently, my headaches
have been getting worse

because of a pretty serious
medical condition.

I'm pregnant.

Oh!
Oh, my God!

Congratulations!

Pete must be
over the moon.

So the headaches
aren't permanent?

They don't know,
but they don't think so.

Still, if it's okay, I'd like
to take a medical leave

from the task force
until we know for sure.

You'll be back in the field
before you know it.

Maybe.

Or maybe
life's got other plans.

Once the baby's born,
either way,

I'll be great.

Dembe?
I think you're up.

Would you care
to say anything?

It was a little different
for me,

because my relationship
with Elizabeth

was always in terms
of Raymond.

I remember when Elizabeth was
several years younger

than Agnes is now.

Raymond and I went to a soccer
match she was playing in.

The match was a disaster.

All these girls
running this way and that.

A lot of missed goals
or goals made by accident,

but it was so much fun.

And after it was over,

I don't think anyone really
cared or knew who won or lost.

Everyone was standing around,
having snacks and juices,

comparing scrapes and bruises,

and there was a lot
of noise and activity,

but suddenly,
I heard this laugh.

This sort of explosive,
spontaneous laugh,

young and so full of joy
and infectious,

but also familiar.

It was Elizabeth.

But I turned to look
next to me,

because just for a second,
I thought it was Raymond.

And some years later,
just before Elizabeth died,

we all spent a few days together
in D.C. and New York...

Raymond, Elizabeth, Agnes,
myself, and Mrs. French,

just hanging around, talking,

eating, playing board games,
walking in the park.

We went to a couple of museums,
got ice cream,

and we just laughed
with each other.

Agnes, Elizabeth,
and Raymond.

This funny, little family
who all share that laugh.

This one, big, generous,
mischievous,

loving, hungry,
wanting, tragic heart.

♪ I go straight
towards them all ♪

♪ Why am I always running ♪

♪ Into a burning ♪

♪ House ♪

♪ Why am I always running ♪

♪ Into a burning ♪

- Be safe.
- ♪ House ♪

♪ Go back inside
and call off the sirens ♪

- ♪ There's nothing to see here ♪
- How much further to the courthouse?

Not long.

♪ I'm in control ♪

♪ I've been here before ♪

♪ I swear all the smoke
will clear ♪

The ministry has
a plane waiting.

You'll be in Beijing
this time tomorrow.

Oh, we're not going home.

Not until I find and kill
Raymond Reddington.

Reddington? Wujing,
you can't do that alone.

We won't have to.

I have a list of others

who will be glad
to join the fight.

♪ Why am I always running ♪

♪ Into a burning ♪

♪ House ♪