All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S04E10.720p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H264-RARBG

I hate to leave you here
with all this.

No. I'm kind of looking
forward to it.

Me and Agnes hanging out
in our new place,

listen to some tunes,
unpack a few boxes.

Maybe even eat
some strained pears.

Everything's coming together for us.
Yeah.

We've got Agnes back.
We've got each other.

I'm an agent again.

Yeah, we got out of
reddington's safe house.

No more bodyguards.

We have windows that
we can look out of

and actually see the sky.

Not bad.

It's a new beginning.

It's a lot to give up.

No.

Believe me, it's not.

Sounds like someone's ready
to get her groove on.

You know, I think we're
gonna go old school.

I'm thinkin'...The romantics.

Okay, now I'm jealous.

Tom.

Agent keen, that is so cool.

I had no idea you were
so artsy-craftsy.

I just found this
outside my front door.

What? Like a gift?

No, like a warning,
or a cry for help.

This is ghoulish.

A drowning superwoman?

That's not a cape.
That's a judge's robe.

Federal judge Trisha culpepper

drowned in her country club
pool this morning.

The guard at the club saw her
enter around 8 A.M.

And then, 30 minutes later,

9-1-1 received a call from an
employee saying she drowned.

Someone made this diorama after
learning about what happened

and put it on your doorstep?

No, the guard saw her at 8 A.M.

I found this around 7 A.M.
an hour before she drowned.

Or was murdered by a killer who
left this at your doorstep.

Well, do you think it might be
somebody from your days

at the mobile psych unit?

I already contacted
the New York field office.

They're sending me my files now.

Get this to the lab
for processing.

Maybe we'll get
trace evidence or a print.

Ressler, navabi,
get to the crime scene.

Agent keen, talk to reddington.

See if he can shed
some light on this.

Everything's included.

The last tenant left
the furnishings behind.

Just disappeared.

I'd have to stick to champagnes
and white burgundies.

One spill of a red varietal

and this heavenly sanctuary
would look like a crime scene.

White wines are good.
I drink white.

But would I be capable?

Let's say somebody stops by

with a domaine de la
romanee-Conti,

and it's a '78!

Couldn't he just
drink it in the kitchen?

I just had a revelation. I
could drink it in the kitchen!

So I'll draw up the paperwork.

Month to month, right,
Mr. homan?

Thank you, Pamela.

I don't want to know
how you did it

or what it says about
the fate of our country

that you were able to,

but I wanna thank you

for getting the president of the
United States to pardon me.

As my grandmother used to say,

it's good to have friends
in low places.

When dembe said you had a
case, I thought, how quaint.

It's not.

You looked at the photos I sent.

Yes. Judge culpepper
was above reproach,

which means many people
would like her dead,

but none I could
connect to you in any way.

I've looked at every case file

from my time
at the mobile psych unit,

and no suspect's
an obvious match.

Any leads off the diorama?

A partial print,
but inconclusive.

I'll have a team outside your
apartment within the hour.

No, that's not necessary.

Whoever's doing this
does not want to hurt me.

They wanna match wits with me,
see if I can catch them.

Do not take this lightly.

This is your next blacklister.

But you don't even know
who this is.

He's killed a federal judge,

which means he goes after
high profile targets.

He left clues at your doorstep,

which means it's a game to him,

one he'll keep playing
until you stop him.

You're being baited, Elizabeth,

taunted by a killer
who knows where you live.

Come on. You don't
think I can sing?

Hey! Stop! Stop!

Hey. Hi.

Hi! What you doin'? Hi!

Come here, come here, come here.

I know. I got you.

I got you.

We've been going through
the judge's docket.

Six months back,
six months ahead.

There's a total of 53 cases.

Seems like revenge killing,

retaliation for a ruling.

The next one could be
a witness, a lawyer.

First a drowning,
then a shooting.

What's the pattern?
The victims can't be random.

The clock tower.

I've been thinking about it.
It's, it's familiar.

And then I realized
I remembered it

from Mr. mathiesen's
seventh grade civics class.

We studied all the great
D.C. buildings in that class.

Aram, the building.

I think it's the old
post office tower.

Well, this clock says 12:30.

If that's P.M.,
we're in trouble.

Alert the mpd. Tell them
we have actionable intel

that a homicide is
about to be attempted.

Right, I'll mobilize
surveillance.

We're gonna take this guy down.

He's not getting anywhere
near your place this time.

Geoffroy! Thank you for coming.

I was surprised you called me,
Mr. reddington.

What can I do for you?

Tell me about cobalt.

Every cellphone battery requires
at least three grams of it.

Laptops, even more.

I'm told iniko's investing
in cobalt mines.

I want in.

You're gonna have to talk
to iniko about that.

Shall I set a meeting?

Do you recognize this apartment?

No.

Should I?

Belonged to a dear friend
of mine,

a former acquaintance
of iniko's.

I say "former" because
iniko had him killed

right where you're standing.

Imagine all that blood
on this very carpet.

Amazing.

It's like it never happened,

as if he never existed.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm interested in the mines,

but not in doing business
with iniko.

You're asking me
to betray my boss.

Yes, I'm prepared to make
a substantial contribution

to the venture.

He would kill me
if he found out.

If he were still alive.

Look, Mr. reddington, I don't
know what you're suggesting...

I'm suggesting that
this is your moment

if you're smart enough
to seize it.

Iniko's loyal only to himself.

He suffers you
because your uncle

has the ear of the president.

You're a patronage hire

who buys iniko good will
with the powers that be.

But when they go,
and they will, you'll go.

Like my dear friend who bled
all over this white carpet.

All right, I'm tapped into
every camera in the area,

and I am not seeing anything.

I hate bikes.

They're good
for the environment.

Well, there's no way to tell
which one's our perp.

I just got word from the lab.

They were able to pull a print
from a handrail

outside my apartment.

It matches a partial we pulled
from the first model.

Suspect's name is
Fiona Driscoll.

Guys?

We're looking for a guy
on a bike, right?

I think that bike
might be a motorcycle.

Down!

Get down!

You okay? Yeah.

Who the hell are you?

Iniko.
I understand you're in town

to bribe a congressman.

Tell me, what's the going rate
to get someone to ignore rape,

slave labor, child soldiers,
child brides?

I was told you had a business
proposition, not a lecture.

The cobalt mines. I want in.

Not interested.

So lecture, then.

You've been betrayed
by a trusted employee.

I recently experienced
a similar betrayal.

So I know that
it's a bitter pill,

especially since
in our line of work,

betrayal requires swift
and decisive retribution.

And you will give me the name

in exchange for a cut
of the mines.

25%.

Assuming you can verify
what I tell you is true.

20.

Geoffroy keino.

He approached me about
investing in the mines

if I agreed to kill you.

His terms were very generous,
so you can imagine

how tempted I was.

But as I mentioned,

I have recently felt
the sting of duplicity.

And I simply couldn't bring
myself to facilitate

such a betrayal of someone else,

even someone so loathsome.

And people say there is
no honor among thieves.

Stay. Have some foie gras.

No, thank you.

I find it difficult
to enjoy foie gras.

All those poor geese,

all those painfully
engorged livers.

In my opinion, some lives
are inconsequential,

and delicious.

We'll be in touch with
any further developments.

You shouldn't use her like that.

Not here.

As a story to get what you want.
It's disrespectful.

Kate doesn't deserve that.

Hey, it's me. We have a problem.

It's about milch. The feds
were waiting when I got there.

I don't know how, but they
knew it was gonna happen.

All right, calm down.
Don't talk to anybody.

I'll call my source downtown,
see what he knows.

Hello, Ms. Driscoll. Agent keen,

I think there's been
a terrible mistake.

We have your fingerprints on
the renderings of crime scenes

you left outside my home.

I know what you must
be thinking.

I know how this looks.

Well, it looks like
you were taunting agent keen,

giving her details
of the murders

you were about to commit,
seeing if she could stop you.

We found traces of aconitine
in the judge's system.

You poisoned her and then
tried to murder Marlon milch.

Marlon milch? Is that his name?

Come on. You're trying to say
that you don't know the name

of the man that you tried to kill?
You've got it all wrong.

I wasn't trying to kill these people.
I was trying to save them.

I left the models for you because
I wasn't sure what else to do.

Models of crime scenes

made before the crimes
were committed.

So how do you explain that?
Unless you're the killer.

They're premonitions.

All right, tell us about
the victims.

A respected judge,
a controversial businessman.

Why target them?
Why are they connected?

I only know what I see
in the dioramas.

Why haven't you taken these
premonitions to the police?

I have. They looked
at me like I'm crazy.

That's why I came to you,
agent keen.

I saw you at the grocery store,

recognized you from the news.

I followed you home because
I thought you'd understand.

The pardon.

You know what it's like
to be judged harshly,

how it feels not to be believed.

When did these premonitions
start?

Just over two years ago.

So there are more dioramas.

At first, it was butterflies
with glitter,

and things like that.

Then they turned into... These.

There are 42 in all,

each forecasting
some horrible tragedy.

Murders, accidents,

catastrophes.

This is flight 361.

It crashed in the andes
last year.

Sometimes they come
with vivid detail.

Others are more...
Impressionistic.

How do you get these visions?

No. They're not mine.

I don't see them.

Her name's Maggie.

She's nine.

Maggie's mind is...

Different.

She suffers from what
doctors call

a constellation
of birth defects,

the result of fetal rubella.

Heart problems,
hearing impairment,

any number of
developmental issues.

But I feel like she understands
more than they think.

Just because she can't talk

doesn't mean she has
nothing to say.

Maggie's visions,
when did they start?

February, two years ago.
She drew me a picture,

this terrible image.

A train and a bus crashing.

Bodies everywhere.

The next day, a bus was struck
by a train in the Ukraine.

13 people were killed, another
6 injured, and she knew.

Somehow, Maggie knew.

Were they any changes
in your life at the time?

Had you moved?
Did she change schools?

No. Nothing.

We've always been around the
same close circle of friends.

Our world is very small.

What is she working on now?

The next one.

I cross-checked the dioramas
against verifiable incidents,

and in each case, the incident
and the diorama were a match.

This July,
a sailboat washes ashore

south of Naples.

Both the owner and his wife
are lost a sea.

Two months earlier,

a jaipur factory fire kills 18.

A bus accident in Miami.

A mass shooting in Madrid.

These aren't just crimes,
these are catastrophic events

happening all around the world.

You say the mother claims
the child predicted all this?

That's what she says. I don't
believe in premonitions.

So prior knowledge
of these events

has to have come from somewhere.

We're running down a list
of everyone who interacts

with the child,
but the list is not promising.

You said she can't speak.

Her mother says she has an
undiagnosed cognitive disorder.

Pull her medical file.

I want to know exactly what
we can and cannot expect her

to be able to tell us
about these premonitions.

Tom.

Hey. Is everything okay?

Three agents from the bureau
are camped outside.

Cooper insisted, but the person

who delivered the dioramas
wasn't the killer.

It was a mom whose daughter
somehow knows about crimes

that haven't been committed yet.

Okay, well,
that's a little weird.

And creepy.

And if the mom knows where we
live, maybe the killer does, too.

Tell me about Agnes.

She is blissfully unaware that

her parents are talking
about a serial killer.

Liz, what can I do?
How can I help?

You are helping.

You know what I mean.

I do. And I appreciate that.

But for now, we're good. I'll
call you if anything changes.

Sure. Okay.
Go, go do your thing.

The mining deal is closed.

You sound surprised.

And you look scared.

Iniko completed financing
without consulting me.

And now he's not
returning my calls.

Perhaps he has a new acolyte.

Or grew wary of your ambition.

I've given him no reason to be.

Others might have.

People hoping to gain his
trust by betraying you.

I haven't done anything.

But you're here.

So you want to.

If he suspects me...

Please. Spare me
the wide-eyed innocence.

You're the top aide to a man
who pays your salary

with the lives of women
and children.

You're every bit as responsible

for committing atrocities
as he is.

Cheer up, geoffroy.

This isn't the end.
It's the beginning.

Your beginning.

One you need to announce
loudly enough

to scare off other pretenders
to the throne.

Might I suggest something
in broad daylight?

Perhaps a nice car bombing.

A cliche, I know,
but cliches work.

That's how they get
to be cliches.

Hey.

I think we found something in
Maggie Driscoll's medical records.

A way for us to communicate?

Us? Maybe. Or a killer.

She wears a hearing aid,

a very tiny
high-frequency model.

So? We've run down everyone
she knows, no suspects.

So maybe the killer or killers
are people she doesn't know.

I think the hearing aid might be
picking up nearby conversations

via radio frequency
interference.

Conversations?

Phone calls
transmitted over a frequency

that bleeds onto the one
her hearing aid operates on.

Which means at least
one of our suspects is close.

A neighboring building,

someone in
the apartment complex.

Get there. Interview
everyone in the building.

There could be
hundreds of people.

You have a better idea?
Actually, yeah, I might.

I think I can get us
a step closer yet.

I'm still getting interference.

Is this really gonna help?

We, we need to unplug anything

that might cause
rf interference,

lights, appliances...

Sorry.

Okay. Cellphones.

- And, turn off your come.
- We gotta go with walkies.

Aram, we listening for bad guys
or are we holding a seance?

That is... Not funny.

When I was in college, Matt
skrdell had a ouija board,

and we actually made contact
with my pet rabbit, dash,

god rest her soul,
and it turns out

she did not escape from
her cage like I was told.

That should solve it.

Hey, it's me.

We have a problem.

Has to happen sooner...

in the tower as discussed.

Aram, where are they?

We couldn't finish milch, and
you're talking about the next job?

What have you found out?

I said I'd get back to
you when I know more.

Stick to the plan.

Did we lose them?

For now.

But they're out there,
very close.

The next time they call,

we're gonna find them.

I don't know whether to be
relieved or terrified.

Thanks to you,
I know how it's happening,

but it's only happening
because these people,

these killers live nearby.

How much of it do you think
she actually understands?

Too much, I'm afraid.

That's why she does it.

She knows they have
to be stopped.

A kid? That's ridiculous.

We're live. Not according
to my source downtown.

Her mother told the cops
about us six months ago.

They ignored her, so she
must've gone to the FBI.

That little kid was able
to give them the time

and the location of
the milch assignment.

You're saying
she's listening, watching.

How is that possible?

I don't know.
The investors are upset.

If we lose another offer...

Look, she's a threat
that needs to be dealt with.

Signal strength is s3.
We are very close.

Get me a name.

I'll handle the kid.

Fifth floor, fourth apartment
from the end. The east wing.

It's okay. It's okay.

You are gonna be okay,
all right?

Officers are gonna be here
any minute.

- Clear.
- How did we miss him?

Aram, issue an alert.

White male, dark hair,
about 5'10".

We need units covering every way
in and out of this building.

- Aram?
- Aram's down!

We're gonna need an ambulance!

All units, please be advised,

we have a federal agent down...

I had to disarm him.
Are you playing me?

Is this some kind
of sick joke to you?

Okay, calm down and tell me
what happened.

- He found it.
- The car bomb.

It was as if his security
detail knew where to look.

And you think I told him?
No one else knew.

Except the munitions expert
who made the bomb,

the mechanic who installed it.

You were sloppy, and you're
looking for someone to blame.

Blame yourself.

If I go home, I'm a dead man.

Then don't go home.

Iniko may not be taking
your calls,

but he will certainly take mine.

I told you, the deal
on the mine is closed.

There's always another deal.

I have one in mind that
I know he will find

especially hard to resist.

Relax. Have a drink.

Help me finish
this infuriating puzzle.

And when iniko does come,

you'll be waiting
with a magic bullet.

Aram, talk to me.

Are you sure you didn't see
which way they went?

I didn't, no. But mpd says
we had two officers down

in the building.

One was stripped, missing
his gun, his badge.

The guy's in uniform. Great.

Well, she's gotta be close.

We could call out to her
if she could only hear us.

Maybe she can.

How?

Police radios operate
on an rf frequency

just like Maggie's
hearing device,

which can cause interference.

All right, go to frequency
154.400 and turn it up.

Turn it all the way up.

- What is wrong with you?
- Get up!

Turn it down.

The officer that was with her,
has anybody seen him?

I can hear.

He's in there.

Use this. It's untraceable.

Would you ever do this?

Betray your own boss?

I don't know.

Geoffroy, what are you
doing here?

Unfinished business, I'm afraid.

What the hell?

You set me up.

Reddington! It was his idea.

Actually, it was ours.

I'm texting you an address.

My clean-up crew.

I once bankrolled a diamond
mine outside tshikapa.

One day, a man showed up
alone, unarmed,

started to talk to me
about the mine.

I had guns and guards
and an enterprise worth...

I don't know, $50,
$150 million dollars.

He had nothing but a story

about greed

driving atrocities and conflict,

about armed groups
using mass rape and mutilation

as a means to control people

in the villages
around the mines.

I had bullets, he had words.

But when he was done talking,

for the first time,
I truly understood

which of those
was more powerful.

I abandoned the mine,

agreed to finance his campaign

of protection and protest,

and did so until two months ago

when you had him murdered.

Cyrus choi.

Yeah.

He was a good man...

And my friend.

And somehow, your cleaners

removed even the memory
of his blood from this carpet.

They are the best
in the business.

They better be.

They're gonna have
a lot to clean up.

The girl's with the paramedics now.
She's gonna be fine.

What do we know about
our runner?

- Benjamin Allen charnquist, 35.
- He went to Berkeley.

He was kicked out his junior year
after being convicted of rape.

He was shipped off
to San Quentin.

When did he get out? 2002.

He's been off
the radar ever since.

Now we know why.

Guys, um, check this out.

We couldn't see it from Maggie's
dioramas, but, there is a pattern.

All right, the factory fire
in jaipur,

it tanked the stock of
the zardozi imports company.

The man and his wife,
who vanished

off the coast of Naples
in their sailboat,

he was the ceo of
a silicon valley tech firm.

The company lost a quarter of
its value after he disappeared.

Judge culpepper was set
to rule against ojn global

in a patent infringement case.

And Marlon milch is the ceo
of a fortune 500 company.

Each of these catastrophes
involved someone

who was invaluable to
the company they worked for,

and their deaths dramatically
affected the stock prices

of those companies.
So maybe the motive is profit.

Maybe charnquist
was shorting the stocks.

He's a college dropout
with a felony record.

I doubt he came up with this
on his own.

The partner, the guy
he was talking to?

At his parole hearing, three
people testified on his behalf,

his parents, and the ceo
of the private equities firm

he interned at in college.

Chris Farnsworth.
Ceo of jasek financial.

Just because Farnsworth testified
at charnquist's parole hearing,

what makes you think
he was involved?

According to sec filings,

Farnsworth's company
made a fortune after

each and every one of the people
aram mentioned were murdered.

Once or twice is luck.

This many times is a conspiracy.

Get a tact team
to jasek financial now.

Look, we heard them talking
about pulling another job,

but we don't know where
and we don't know when.

No, but we know
someone who does.

They know everything. I've
got feds swarming my place.

Calm down. Stick to the plan.

Calm down? They have
my files, every trade.

I'm going to jail.

Ben, you and I have forecasted
how many transactions?

We knew this day
would eventually come,

that it would eventually end.

Now the plan is...
They have the girl.

Yes, and they know about you.

How long before they
connect us, the company?

When they do, my face will be
on every network and screen

within the hour, shares of
jasek financial will crater,

and we'll have
our golden parachute.

It's the escape
we've discussed since day one.

And beckner? Beckner
is the only loose end.

I just hung up with him.

He placed the short against jasek
through the shell 20 minutes ago.

We've got to see this through.

Why don't we just put a bullet
in beckner's head?

Because a bullet brings
unwanted attention,

ends up with fincen
looking through

each and every one of
beckner's transactions,

which could point to us.

No. It has to look
like an accident.

He's the only one who knows
where our funds are routed.

If he's dead, we're ghosts,
rich ghosts.

Finish him, and I'll see you
at the plane.

Wait! You can't go in there.

No. No, no, you can't ask
for her help.

Not after what happened.

I wish we didn't have to.

This is exactly what
I wanted to avoid.

I brought you her dioramas
anonymously

to prevent her being involved.

Look, if we're gonna catch
the person that did this,

we're gonna need Maggie's help.

Just because she can't
express her feelings

doesn't mean
she doesn't have them.

She's terrified.

And determined.

Cobalt.

Cassiterite. Wolframite.

They are the diamonds
of tomorrow.

Let me go, and you can have
a piece of all of them.

A piece of the mines.

Think of the money
you will make.

On the backs of children.

Given enough money to eat,
but not enough to ever leave.

Cyrus would be disappointed.

I worked in the mines.
I got out.

And instead of helping those
who suffer as you once did,

you profit off them.

I'm a bad man, iniko,
but not that bad.

Your cleaners.
What are their names?

Sakiya and fudo. Why?

I want to hire them.
They work for me.

Not anymore.

That's what this was all about,

replacing Kate.

Kate is irreplaceable.

To me, she is.

We're meeting iniko.

Iniko just met his maker.

You done did him?

I did done... Do.

Sweet.

Guy was a straight up tool.

This place looks familiar.

It should. You cleaned
it two months ago.

Friend of mine, shot six times,

five liters of his blood
on this carpet.

After you were done, not a drop.

You're Raymond reddington.

Yes. And this is
my associate dembe Zuma.

Well, aren't you a tall drink
of chocolate milk?

I'd like you to work for me.

Whatever iniko was paying you,
I'll double it.

So you know, we only moonlight.

A day job. How old-fashioned.

Not really. We're crime scene
cleaners for Metro pd.

Well, won't this be fun.

"Jasek." Keen.

What's that? What does that mean?
Jasek?

I think we know what
his next target's gonna be.

Aram, Farnsworth's gonna hit
his own company.

Yes, the trade was clear.

Funds will be wired
to the Panama account.

Agent ressler, I think
I have something,

a way charnquist may be planning
to access the building.

Surveillance imagery shows
an engine room on the roof,

and it is connected to a...
An elevator.

- How'd you know that?
- Because of the girl.

Her diorama's focused on how the
crime's going to be committed.

This one featured an elevator.

Okay, the one in this building
is a westbrook freight

built in 1922.

That's before
pneumatic fail-safes.

They're gonna crash
the elevator.

I've got him.
Security. This is Bobby.

This is
FBI assistant director Cooper.

We have credible intel
that one of your employees

in the building
may be in danger.

I need you to shut down everything.
Nobody in or out.

Metro pd and FBI agents are
on our way to you now.

Hello? Hello?

Charnquist is in the building.
Get con ed on the line.

Cut the power,
lock up that elevator.

Sir, I know have
a lot of bad news today,

but the security system
in the building

shows there's a backup
generator.

What the hell is goin' on?
Get ressler on the horn now.

He's not answering.

Where's the emergency stop?

Incredible. Truly incredible.

What happened to
your last cleaner?

She was murdered.

I'm so sorry. Were you close?

Yes.

Not a speck to be found.

Have you caught the killer?

No.

Clean as a whistle.
Clean as a whistle.

Do you know who he is?

Yes, I do.

That's good. Then it's
only a matter of time.

Well, this seems
like a good fit.

For now. Last two years haven't
been kind to people we work for.

You take care...

Or we'll be mopping you up
with club soda.

So you do use
club soda. Fascinating.

What was that about?

I spoke with Harold.

He tells me you've had
a... Pyrrhic victory.

We lost one of the killers.

Chris Farnsworth.
Who were those two?

For years, colleagues have crowed
about his rates of return,

urging me to invest with them.

Called him "the forecaster."

But as I don't believe
in investing in anything

I can't control, I declined.

I know you've been
concerned about me,

about a killer knowing
where I live.

I just wanted you to know you've got
nothing to worry about anymore.

May I see your new apartment?

Not yet.

Maybe someday.

I've been working on this,

so let me know what you think.

Yeah? Smells pretty good.

All right, bon appetit.

What is this?

It's a promise.

I lied when I said it wasn't
a lot to give up.

Yeah.

It wasn't a lie, it was a hope.

Yeah, I...

I want this to work.

And wondering whether or not that's
possible is totally natural.

Right. But what isn't
natural for me, anyway,

is talking about that, so...

It's my promise,

to share this doubt with you.

Thank you.

I threw those out this morning,

yet here they are.

Good.

This is exactly
where they belong.

David...

Lucas,

and... Kaia.

I used to be scared
of those guys.

Not anymore.

You got it?

We could use a little
peace and quiet in our lives.

Dembe.

Is everything okay?

No.

Please come in.

I'm worried about Raymond.

I don't think he cares
about anything

or anyone in the world
right now other than you

or Agnes.

I don't recognize him.

I can't reach him.

And you think I can.

The people at the apartment...

He wouldn't tell me
who they were.

They're cleaners.

Cleaners? What about Mr. kaplan?

It's because she helped me
fake my death, isn't it?

He's punishing her.
He saw it as a betrayal.

So he's replacing her. No.

He didn't replace Kate.

He killed her.