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Previously on The Blacklist...

We're prepared to intercept the signal
as soon as you turn it on.

They're coming toward us. Fast.
Like, impossibly fast.

20 minutes to Riga.

We're going to Latvia?
For what?

For answers.

What is this place?

Baltic's Best
Seafood Distributor.

Why do I feel like that's
not at all what this is?

Because that's not at all
what this is.

It's a front.

I brought you here because
this is where it all started.

The epicenter.

You are N-13.

Yes.

The Sikorsky Archive
was a seed.

The beginning
of what would become

one of the most
sophisticated

intelligence networks
in existence.

This place
is part of a machine

that is and has been

my life's work
for the past three decades.

This is The Blacklist.

This?

This is where they come up
with The Blacklist?

It's not that literal.

But this is where
intelligence

from 17 outposts
around the world

is gathered, sorted,
and analyzed.

Intel.

Leaked documents.

Intercepted communiques.

Secrets from governments,
corporations,

people in
positions of power.

You're sourcing
intelligence.

I'm printing currency.

And the Sikorsky Archive...

That's how this all began.

Thirteen packets of intel.

Thirteen packets
that were traded,

leveraged, sometimes sold

in an effort
to acquire more.

More information.
More protection.

More authority.

The system is a living,
breathing apparatus

that powers
many of the decisions I make.

And it's all analogue.

Oh, no.

We have gigantic computers
elsewhere,

but around here,
they allow me to believe

it's completely analogue.

Digital footprints
make me jittery.

And what happens
to this information?

It's sent to me.

Wrapped, packed, and smuggled
into New York Harbor.

Yes.

Okay. Thank you for the tour,
but why am I here?

I brought you here because,

despite what you and Harold
have come to believe,

I am not a Russian asset.

I'm a criminal.

And Ivan Stepanov
is not my Russian handler,

he's just an old friend.

In fact,
I definitely handle him

more than he would ever
be able to handle me.

I'm Raymond Reddington.

This is
Raymond Reddington.

And you need to see
what one day will be yours.

To learn how it works.
I'm not interested.

You'll need to understand the
infrastructure, how we cull data,

meet the analysts
who make this all possible.

The only thing I'm interested in
is my mother.

You said you didn't kill her,
but I saw you...

You don't know
what you saw.

I saw you shoot her.
You murdered her.

Elizabeth...

...stop.

Forget about everything
you think you know.

Right now,
there is only you and me

...and the truth.

What did you say?

The story you need to hear,
it's all connected.

N-13.

The Fulcrum.

You.

Me.

Your mother. What about my mother?

To understand why... To understand why...

...I came into your life...
...I came into your life...

...you need to hear my story.
...you need to hear my story.

The truth about who I was,
who you are.

The truth is, Masha...

...is that you were conceived
as part of a lie.

But it shouldn't
surprise you.

I was born
into a world of spies.

Becoming one
was my destiny.

I grew up in a system that
monitored subversion,

snuffed out dissidence.

My father was not only part of
that system, he helped to build it.

And because I was the son
my father never had,

he decided early on...

...that I'd follow
in those footsteps,

which my mother
disapproved of.

My mother understood me.

She knew I wanted to follow
a different path,

but my father was unyielding.

He scripted my life.

He observed
and scrutinized it.

Even before
I could understand,

I was helping
the Fifth Directorate

carry out operations.

I helped move intelligence,
monitor dissidents,

identify those the state
thought to be subversives.

The work
was literally in my DNA.

My handler,

the one chosen by my father,

he understood me
in ways others did not.

In fact,
he would eventually become

one of the most important men
in my life.

Ivan Stepanov.

Yes.

But truth be told,

the assignments
Ivan Stepanov gave me

were all based on
what my father wanted.

Needed.

Friends.

Relationships.

Men. Women.

My father even
hand-picked my husband,

Constantine Rostov,

in order to benefit from the
advantages he provided.

My father could care less that
I was in a loveless marriage.

He even chose the man

with whom I was unfaithful
to my husband.

My father.

He's an American.

Stationed at the embassy
in Moscow.

The Directorate believes
he could be...useful.

Hello, sweetheart.

You don't remember me.

I do.

You're my father.

I remember your face.

You're American.

I should've
known better,

but your mother,
she was good.

She told me about herself,

that she was a production manager
with the Bolshoi Ballet.

That she was
in a bad marriage.

That her mother had moved to America
after her parents divorced.

She was trying to get by in a Russia
that was falling apart.

They were all lies.

Not all of them.

Most of them.

And you had a family.

Yeah.

Yes.

My wife, Carla,
was at home.

We had a baby girl.

Jennifer.

It was a mistake.

I... I should have seen it.

I started to see it.

And that's
when it happened.

What happened?

You did.
You did.

I suppose, in some ways,
it's an opportunity.

It's not an opportunity,
Ivan,

it's a baby.

This is a problem.

Let me speak
with your father again.

There's no point.

He's made up his mind.

He says a child will
keep Reddington invested.

Oh, my God.

What am I gonna tell
Constantine?

Tell him it's his.

He'll be happy.

And so,
I did what I do.

I lied.

I told my husband I was pregnant
with his child.

And I told my mark
I was pregnant with his child.

I was home on leave.

Katarina was in the U.S.
while supposedly traveling

with the Bolshoi.

This is what I want.
Raymond, you're married.

Then I'll leave her.
You have a child!

And now I'll have another.

What are you
talking about?

This baby will destroy
your family.

And your career.

I don't want to be responsible
for that.

Katarina...
She's my daughter.

And so,
she took you from me.

She let another man believe
you were his daughter.

What's worse...
I couldn't even be there.

Be where?

That day,
seeing you...

I had never felt
anything like it.

I had spent my entire life
lying and pretending and...

But you... You were the first
real thing in my life...

...so I vowed that I would
do whatever it would take

to protect that...

Masha.

...to protect you.

== The Blacklist ==
Season 8 - Episode 21

Episode Title: "Nachalo"
Aired on: June 16, 2021

The next two years
were a blur of lies.

I was married to a man
I didn't love.

I had a child with the man
I was targeting as a spy.

My husband believed
the baby was his,

and my lover had no idea
he was a mark.

We'd see each other
when we could.

Paris.
Moscow.

London.
St. Petersburg.

Berlin.
By then, I had lost any sense of myself.

I was living a lie.

Everything about me
was pretend.

And your wife,
she never knew?

There were
some close calls.

I even helped watch Jennifer one
weekend while she was away.

It was extremely uncomfortable,
playing house.

Ooh! Oh! It was becoming
unbearable.

But there was a relentless
demand for more intel.

It was a strange double life,
which is probably why

it took me so long to figure out
that it wasn't real.

But you did
figure it out.

I know the rest of the company
is leaving tomorrow,

but can't you just tell them you're
gonna stay behind to see your mother?

I would, but your wife
gets home tomorrow.

Well, we can make that work.
We've done it before.

If you leave now,
I won't see you

until I'm back in the embassy
on the 15th.

Mm.

I have to wake Masha.

If I don't,

she'll be up all night.

Elizabeth...
Stay with the story.

Stay with the story.

He knew
she was lying to him.

I knew, in that moment,
that she was a plant,

that our relationship
was a lie.

I knew I needed to report
the incident to my superior,

but I also wanted
to protect myself.

I wanted to go to them
with evidence.

So I kept seeing her.

I assumed I would confirm
she was a KGB spy,

so you can imagine my surprise
when I realized

it was far worse
than that.

Everything about you
is a lie.

It went on
for nearly two years.

At first, I didn't understand
what I was seeing.

She was spying for the KGB,
but she was spying on the KGB.

And the Americans.
And others.

I realized that Katarina

was connected to something
much larger,

some kind of global network.

The Cabal.

So I watched her.

I let her steal from me
so I could steal from her,

and eventually,

I was able to prove
that she was connected to...

I was able to prove
the very existence

of a secret
global conspiracy.

I knew I was in
over my head,

that I had to get you
to America,

the only place
where I could both

expose the truth about your
mother and keep you safe.

And I knew I couldn't let him
do that, because he had proof.

The Fulcrum.

♪ Hey, jingle bells. Jingle bells. Jingle all the way... ♪

We were looking
for a Christmas tree.

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh. Hey... ♪

You came and took me
to the beach house.

Yes.

But your mother,
her people came...

He knew we would
come for you.

Not just you.

The Fulcrum.

And that's why
she came with a team.

Oh, you love Christmas...

How do you like it, Hops?
Good or not?

Honey, I need you to come with me.
What's wrong?

Here. Come with me.

Stay in here,
sweetheart.

No matter what happens,
I need you to stay in here

and not come out until
I come and get you.

Understand?

Okay.

Where is she?
Don't do this.

Is she here?

Listen, you're in trouble.
Because of you. Yes.

They'll kill you
if you don't give it back.

Where's my daughter?

Masha.

Get away from her.

It's okay, Masha.
Just tell me where it is.

Masha, come here. It's okay.
Are you out of your mind?

Do you know what will happen
if they find out what you've done?

Give me my daughter.
Are you hearing me?

You're signing my death warrant.
Katarina!

If you won't protect me,
protect yourself.

What does that mean?

You don't think
we have assurances?

What have you done?

We've been gaining
leverage against you

since the beginning,
Raymond.

Hiding money in accounts
under your name.

Paper trails, passports.

Evidence that
I didn't steal from you,

but that you gave to me.
I didn't give you anything!

Stop! You're hurting her!
You're hurting her!

If you move forward with what you think you know about me...
Katarina!

...no one will believe you.
You'll be branded a traitor.

Get off her!

Stop it, Katarina.

Let go! Let go!
Masha!

No, Raymond.

Ilya!

Ilya!

Raymond, look
at me. Raymond, talk to me.

The information you took,
I know it's here.

Please.
I'm begging you.

Raymond, where is it?
Where is it?

They got me to the car.

Your mother thought
she could save me.

Masha...

Shh, shh.

The men who worked for me
looked for the Fulcrum,

but the fire
had spread too fast.

We'd given up.

We were at the car, about
to leave, and that's when...

I went back inside.

Masha.

To look for my stuffed animal.
The bunny.

I came in after you,
but we got turned around.

The flames spread fast,
the smoke...

You were burned.

We both were.

The fighting,
the gunshot,

the death
of your father...

Those flames...

I was desperate to erase that night
from your memory.

Wait. Y-You had
my memory erased?

I only wanted
to protect you.

Where are you?

I don't know.
Pay phone.

I couldn't
save your father.

I couldn't lose you,
too.

You have to leave Masha
with someone unconnected,

who I can trust.

And I knew the only way
to keep you safe

was to give you up.

You abandoned me.

Forget the rest.

Forget the lies
you told my father,

your husband,

your country.

You abandoned me.

I was trying
to protect you, Masha.

I had followed Raymond
to America.

The KGB...

Started asking questions
I couldn't answer.

I knew it was only
a matter of time

until they learned
the truth...

That I was a traitor,

a double-agent working
for a secret organization.

You hid from them.

Not just them,
the Cabal.

They knew Reddington stole
evidence of their existence.

The Fulcrum.

They expected me
to steal it back

before the intel
could be exposed, but...

I couldn't find
the Fulcrum.

The Cabal was afraid
the KGB would find me.

Two of the world's most ruthless
organizations wanted me dead.

The irony is that...

Part of me
didn't want to survive.

Living meant facing
what I had done.

Knowing that you were with someone
who was a stranger to you...

And the trauma
of killing your father

would always be
part of who you were...

And that the
people hunting me

wouldn't hesitate
to hunt you.

You wanted
to take your own life.

But you didn't.

Why?

What changed your mind?

You.

I made a promise
the day you were born...

To protect you.

I realized I couldn't be
part of your life,

but that didn't mean
I couldn't watch over you.

I had to come up with a plan,

to disappear,

so I reached out to one of the
only people I knew I could trust.

Ilya Koslov.

We grew up together.

We were both chosen
by the KGB.

And when the Cabal came calling,
the two of us chose

to betray our country
together.

You can stop.

I bought this story before.

Dom made it sound
very convincing,

but it's not the truth.

Dom lied to you about
who became Reddington,

but most of what he told you
about Ilya was true.

Including the part about framing
Reddington as a traitor.

No one knew he was dead.
To the rest of the world,

it seemed as if he had
simply disappeared.

A fact that we decided
to use to our advantage.

If the fugitive
Raymond Reddington

can disappear
without a trace,

then why wouldn't it
stand to reason

that the money you framed him
with could disappear, as well?

Ilya,
it's not that simple.

I think it is.

I had an idea,

one that would
allow us to access

the money that was used
to frame Reddington,

and it was a lot.

$40 million.
$40 million.

That is more

than we would ever need

to stay two steps ahead

of the... The KGB,

the Cabal, the Americans.

But Raymond would have to
show up in person

to access that money.

And since he died
in my arms,

he won't be able to.

I don't think you're entirely
grasping what I'm suggesting.

What are you suggesting?

Becoming Reddington.

Mr. Reddington,
welcome back.

What sort of withdrawal will we
be assisting you with today?

Yes. It worked.

No, it didn't.

Ilya wasn't the one
who walked into those banks.

He's not the one
who became Reddington.

I did go into those banks.

I impersonated your father
for a few days,

long enough to withdraw
the $40 million.

Long enough
for me to realize

how valuable
a new Reddington could be.

No, Dom was lying.

He misled you into believing
I became Reddington.

He did that because he couldn't
accept the truth.

The truth is
my mother hated Reddington.

She feared him.
She didn't create him.

If she had, she would have known
Reddington's true identity,

but she didn't.

Or else
she would have told me.

But she didn't tell you,
did she?

Because I didn't know.

And I didn't know...

Because I'm not
your mother.

Who are you?

I was an operative.

What kind of operative

would chose to impersonate
someone who's being hunted

by the most lethal organizations
and criminals in the world?

I never chose to be her.

That choice
was made for me.

I was just an asset.

It was my job...

Until it became
a death sentence

handed down to me
by your grandfather.

Your judgment
means nothing to me.

I know what I did
and why I did it.

You destroyed
her life and family.

To save my child
and grandchild.

I made a calculated
and brutal choice

to value their lives
over hers.

And it worked.

What worked?

Nobody believed
your mother was dead.

The KGB were still looking,
the Cabal,

the Americans,
Neville Townsend.

By then, I had vanished.

You were safe.

I was hidden.

They were looking, and they would
have found you,

and I wasn't willing
to take that chance.

So he called me
to Belgrade.

Her enemies have pooled
their resources

and put a bounty
on her head.

They're calling it
the Townsend Directive.

Dom, I...

I can't help you.

You made a promise.

To Katarina.

You told her you would
look after Masha

if anything
happened to her.

Yes, but I cannot
call off Townsend,

and he will not stop looking.

Sure he will.
He'll stop looking,

and so will
the rest of them...

If Katarina's dead.

You want me
to kill your daughter?

I want you to hear my plan.

You were the plan.

Yes. Ilya called me.

By then, we'd worked together
on a number of assignments.

We were friends.

I trusted him.

Her real name
is Tatiana Petrova.

To the outside world,
Katarina was a phantom.

Hardly anyone knew
what she really looked like.

So I did what Dom ordered.

Ilya called me
to Belgrade.

It was a simple
assignment.

Drive into the city,

deliver a package to Dominic
at Vukov station.

She has to die.

It's the only way
to protect Masha.

Dom had leaked
that his daughter was staying

at a local inn.
Released a photo.

We knew the KGB
and others were watching,

and if they saw the explosion,
if they saw her die...

Then the world
would stop looking,

and my daughter
would be safe.

But I didn't die.

My husband did.

We didn't know
he'd be there.

The world believed
I was Katarina Rostova...

My identity,
my real name,

became one of my aliases.

And the real
Katarina Rostova...

Stayed hidden.

Years later, when Reddington
finally found out

what Dom had done
to this innocent woman,

he was horrified.

He was guilt-ridden.

He was right
to feel guilty.

It was his fault that a plan
was needed in the first place.

Reddington was my knight
in shining armor.

He tracked me down.

Financed my life
in hiding for years.

He protected me,
and I was grateful,

until I found out that he was
also hiding your mother,

or knew where she was.

So I came for him.

I had to hide because the world
thought I was your mother.

But if I could find her...

If I could prove to the world
that I wasn't Katarina Rostova,

I could have my life back.

And he was the only one
who could give me that.

But it was you...

Your questions,

your belief that Katarina
might be out there,

that woke me up,
brought me back to life.

I wanted a second chance.

To stop running.

If Reddington had the truth,
if he knew where she was,

I had to get close.

And nobody was closer
to him than you.

So I used you...

Used your love
for your mother

to help me discover
where she was.

That's why he killed you.

Because Dom told you
how to find my mother.

Where are you?

Why won't you find me?

I know you have to hide,
but not from me.

I've made so many mistakes.

But abandoning you
wasn't one of them.

I would never do that.

But you're not here.

No.

Long before your grandfather
tricked Tatiana...

Almost from the moment I knew
I couldn't be with you, I...

Created someone
who could be.

You created someone.

Raymond Reddington.

You know
his real identity.

I do. I always have.

Tell me.

I will. But before
I tell you the who,

you need to know the why.
No "before."

I've waited long enough.

I'd given you to Sam Milhoan
thinking that would be enough,

that you'd be safe.

But I quickly realized
that wasn't true.

The people hunting for me
were also hunting for you

as a way to get to me.

I couldn't look out for you,
not while hiding.

And Sam couldn't
do it alone.

So you re-animated
your mark.

Brought my father
back from the dead.

If he wasn't dead,

you'd never know
you'd killed him.

No one knew
your father was dead.

The KGB, the FBI, CIA...
The entire alphabet was looking

for the man that they thought
had betrayed his country

and abandoned his family.

Which meant they were chasing
a man who never existed.

But what if he did exist?

What if Reddington
was real?

If he was, I could use his story
and all that it provided

to protect my daughter

while watching over her
from a distance.

So I constructed him.

Someone powerful and feared.

Someone who traded
in the very secrets

that could help him
monitor the danger around you.

What does that mean,
constructed?

It meant
turning to criminals.

It meant
creating a persona.

It meant a complete
transformation.

♪ This is a man's world… ♪

The KGB, the CIA,
the Cabal, they all believed

that Reddington
had changed his appearance,

so a perfect double
was never needed.

What was needed
was intelligence.

The kind of information that Reddington
was accused of stealing.

Which meant
turning to a friend.

I used her security
clearance.

Backdated the breach.

When the KGB
did finally learn

classified intelligence was
missing, she would be blamed,

which didn't matter,

because
she was already gone.

♪ Man made the train ♪

♪ To carry the heavy load ♪

♪ Man made the electric light ♪

♪ To take us out of the dark ♪

♪ Man made the boat for the water ♪

♪ Like Noah made the ark ♪

♪ This is a man's, man's, man's world ♪

♪ But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing ♪

♪ Without a woman or a girl... ♪

Thirteen packets of intelligence
that could be used

to blackmail and leverage
anyone from the Russian Vory,

to captains of industry,
to heads of state.

Greed and corruption
trickle down

and turn into crime
on the way to the gutter.

Deals were brokered
for politicians, criminals.

Intelligence was traded
for intelligence.

Soon, classified NOFORN docs
were showing up in Maghreb.

Islamabad. Beijing.

What emerged was
an intelligence network

that was built
for one reason...

To keep you safe.

My safety.

Which came at the expense
of people I loved.

♪ This is a man's world... ♪

♪ But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing ♪

♪ Not one little thing without a woman or a girl ♪

And people
you didn't even know.

For nearly 30 years,
he funded my life in hiding,

and I was grateful,

until you started asking
questions

that suggested
your mother was alive.

She came for me.

Tortured me.

Got me to tell her
where your mother had gone,

where she was living,
her new identity.

And Reddington killed her so she
couldn't tell Townsend the truth.

Yes.
'Cause he was afraid if they found out,

they would become a threat
to you, to your daughter.

Which is exactly what Townsend
became after I told him the truth.

This story is
all about you, Masha.

Protecting you.

And then protecting
your daughter.

Okay.

Now we have the why.

Now I want the who.

Who is he?

Who became Reddington?

And where have you gone?

You're my mother,

but you let someone
else watch over me,

let me believe you were dead,
but you're living.

Where?

Raymond!

Where are you?
Elizabeth, we need to leave.

Wait! No!

Answer me.
Who became Reddington?

Elizabeth, we have to go.

Who is he?
Townsend's here!

We have to go.
No, I need more.

Who took his identity?

Who? There's more!

There's no more
if you're dead.

If you're dead.
If you're dead.

Dembe, we need
to get to the Nest.

We're almost there.

She needs a doctor.

You know
what she needs even more?

A mortician.

It's ironic.

You devoted your life
to protecting her,

and in the end,
she betrays you.

Relax. That's it. Keep breathing.
Keep breathing.

You wanted to use the...

The tracking chip to find me?

She made it possible
for me to use it to find you.

Elizabeth.
Stay with me, okay?

Keep breathing.
By the way, where are we?

A nest in Latvia.

Even for you, this is a tad dramatic.
Elizabeth, stay with me.

She and I made a deal.
She would lead me to you,

and in exchange,
I would let her live.

Unfortunately for her...Elizabeth.

...deals are made
to be broken.

Talk to me.
Radley says you're on-site.

Am I clear to send
the extraction team?

Clear as ice.

On its way, sir.

And, sir...
Congratulations.

Hmph.

Killing her won't
bring your family back.

I always wondered
how you gathered

such an enormous amount
of intelligence all these years.

This is quite the operation
you've built.

It's yours if you help her.

Ah, no, no, no.
It's... It's all right.

Of course, it's nothing compared
to your commitment.

The decision to live
as Raymond Reddington,

to give up your life
to live as someone else.

I-I can't imagine loving anyone
enough to do that.

I have other facilities.
You can have all of it.

I haven't slept through
the night in 25 years.

Tonight, I'll sleep
like a baby.

I'll give you
whatever you want.

Whatever I want?

If you help her, yes.
Anything you want.

All I want is for you
to watch her die.

Hurry, Raymond!

Help her
get down the hatch.

Aah!

Okay.

There's a first aid kit
on the cabinet

and a bottle of vodka
in the freezer.

We'll get you
properly sloshed

before we go poking around
in that wound.

Is there another way out?

No. The hatch is the only way.

Here. Take a sip.

As a rule,
I don't live with regret.

But what happened
to your family was a horror.

That should never
have happened.

When I first got
the Sikorsky Archive,

I was young

and careless
with some of the materials

that would eventually put you
and your family in harm's way.

I didn't kill them,
but even inadvertently,

you're right
to believe that...

I was ultimately responsible
for their deaths.

I appreciate that.

A deathbed confession
is always very moving,

but it won't
commute your sentence.

Oh, you had a bite
at that apple.

You won't get another one.

I have Elizabeth
to thank for that.

I guess my years of dedication
had some impact after all.

So much for irony.

I've waited years for this.

I can wait
a few minutes to...

To break through some
flimsy hatch in the floor.

I should tell you that, uh,
the intelligence packets

weren't the only things
I acquired

from my Eastern friend.

As I mentioned, I was young,

and whatever the hell vim is,
I was full of it.

My appetite was voracious.

And as the Soviet Union fell,
I gorged myself.

On information.

Money. Weapons.

Women. Men.

Everyone wanted something,
and I wanted everything.

Including a nest in Latvia.

I mean, why not?
Riga's a beautiful city,

the Rundale Palace

puts Versailles to shame.

The country is home

to more than 7,000
breeding pairs of storks.

And, well, it's a nest.

Built at the height
of the Cold War.

This facility is capable of withstanding
a 20-megaton blast.

Well, not the entire facility.

Just the...
What did you call it?

The flimsy hatch in the floor.
Ah.

Where the Ruskies
would take cover

in order to repel
the ugly Americans.

And here we are.

You're American.
You're ugly.

And I'm about to repel you.

How much longer?

A minute. Maybe less.
Make it less.

You see, the thing
about buying a Soviet Nest

is that it comes fully loaded

with herring, vodka,

and chlorine trifluoride, which
of all the chemical gasses

is, of course,
the most flammable.

What are you gonna do?

Destroy all your intel?

The source of your power?

The source of my power
is right here.

She won't be destroyed.

Certainly not
by the likes of you.

Oh...

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