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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

SAMAR: What really matters
is this.

Nothing else is guaranteed.

RESSLER: If they're trying
to prove Keen's innocence,

why go after some
high-priced vigilante?

SAMAR: Why do any of
what they've done?

They're searching.

But if not for
Keen's innocence,
then what for?

This is a perilously fast run
down a slippery road.

You'd have to hit
all green lights,
but we could make it work.

Does anything appear
out of the ordinary?

No, but I don't
like this, Raymond.

We're less than
an hour behind you.

And Ian will be
there any minute
to open the store.

The care package
will be there soon after.

I should be with you.

You will be in
less than an hour.

Oh, and don't forget that
other matter we discussed.

Other matter?

Ian has a first edition
of Life on the Mississippi
for me.

Multitasking.
Oh.

Have I ever told you
the story about
Ian Bartleby and his wife

and the beekeeper
they fell into bed
with on the Isle of Skye?

Fascinating,
illuminating story.

Oh, it's been a long drive.

Any chance I could hear
about Ian and the beekeeper
after I clean up?

(LAUGHING)
Yes. Freshen up.

I'll fill the tank,
get us something to eat.

Lizzy, we're very close.
This will all be over soon.

(WATER RUNNING)

(WATER STOPS)

Excuse me.
My friend who was just here,

brown coat, hat, you didn't
happen to see where he went?

Who?
He was just here.

He got gas at pump five.

Maybe he paid
credit at the pump?

No. He would have
paid cash.

No. No cash customers
for hours.

Okay, listen to me.
This is very important.

My friend,
he wouldn't have just left.

Excuse me, ma'am?
Is there a problem?

She thinks
something might have
happened to her friend.

Your friend,
can you describe him?

WOMAN: I can ask my
manager if you want.

See if he can roll back
the security cameras.

Thank you, no.
I'm sure he's here
somewhere.

Thanks for your concern,
Officer.

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

Reddington, where are you?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, God.

(LAUGHING)

MAN: Got it!

Please tell me
Reddington's called you.

No. Why?
Is something wrong?

He was here one minute,

he was getting gas,
and now he's gone.

I've called and called.
He hasn't answered his phone.

Elizabeth, where are you?

You can't leave the store.

If Raymond is in trouble...

I'm sure there's
an explanation,

but you cannot leave
until you've secured
the care package.

Call me if you
hear from Reddington.

(CELLPHONE DOUBLE BEEPS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Navabi.

Reddington's missing.

What do you mean "missing"?

Samar, I need you to
promise me something.

If I give you
his burner number,

if I ask you to
trace his location,

can you promise me
you won't tell Ressler?

(SHOWER CURTAIN SCRAPES)

What's the number?

240-555-0146.

Samar, I know what a difficult
position I'm putting you in...

I don't think you do.

...but Reddington
just vanished.

He's at 2436 Bronson,
outside Davis Creek.

It looks like
it's a salvage yard.

A salvage yard?

Good luck.

Hey.
Hi.

You think we should
go into work separately?

You don't think they'd
believe we carpooled?

(CHUCKLES)

No.

Last night was nice.

Yes. It was.

(GRUNTS)

Don't be late. I hear
the boss is a real prick.

Hey.

Reven Wright's waiting for you
in Mr Cooper's office.

Someone ran a search on this,
and they cleared the history.

I want a list of
every IP address
visited in the last 24 hours.

Want me to log
it into evidence?

No. Just the search history.

You missed a button.

Left in a hurry.

Cooper sold us out.
You don't know that.

I heard Keen and her ex
on the phone set a meeting.

I told one person,
Harold Cooper.

I show up to arrest them,
and they're gone.

How could Cooper
possibly warn Keen.
How would he even reach her?

He didn't reach her.
He reached him.
He's working with Tom.

They're running some kind of
operation to exonerate Keen.

He betrayed us.

Where are you on Solomon?
Ex-CIA.

Disavowed after
the Eritrean War.

I'll talk to Laurel Hitchin
about him.

She comes from that world.

In the meantime, find out
what the hell Harold Cooper

is doing with Tom Keen.

We don't have to
stand here and play

Mother May I
with Donald Ressler.

All right?

You've got a badge.
Make the collar
and walk him into DCPD.

I spoke to Reddington.

He has a plan,

but we have to
keep Karakurt secure
until everything's set.

Great, so we do nothing?

CHARLENE: I want him
out of here now.

COOPER: Soon, I promise.

We got company.

CHARLENE: Harold,
what the hell is going on?

Tell me you got
guns in this house.
Just the one.

Get it.

I'm here! Don't shoot!

Aah!

Everybody out, now. Go!

Hey.
Yo.

What are you working on?
Nothing.

Really?
Because it looks like...

Actually, can I ask
you something?

Agent Ressler,
this is his laptop.

He asked me to run
a search history.

Why would he do that?

Why wouldn't he know
what was searched
on his own computer?

He just said as soon as
I figured it out,
let him know.

You can't do that.

Why can't I do that?

Because I did the search.
For Liz.

She called and she said
Reddington was missing,

then she asked me
to trace his burner number.

She made me promise
not to tell Ressler.

You know where they are
and you're not
going to tell him?

I only know the truth
about my brother
because of Reddington.

I owe him for that.
This once.

Why use
Agent Ressler's laptop?

When Liz called,
I wasn't thinking.

His laptop,
he must have left it
at my work station.

I don't know,
it was just there.

Aram, please.

I get it.
I totally get it.

Whatever you need.
Mum's the word.

Thank you.

Thanks for the ride.

(CAR BEEPING)

(REDDINGTON GROANS)

Morning, sunshine.

You're one badass dude,
ain't you?

Some kinda James Bond,
silencer and everything?

Whatcha want we should
do with him, Cash?

I say we tie him to the truck
and drag him down the road

till there's nothin' left
but bloody wingtips.

I think he's cute.
(LAUGHS)

Don't touch
the merchandise, bitch.
(GASP)

I didn't mean nothin'.

Leave her be.
Jilly's just playin'.

Let me see if I can guess
how this works.

You grab hapless motorists,
drain their ATM accounts,

max out their
credit cards,

then dump them by
the side of the road.

Your money or your life.

(LAUGHING)
You're highwaymen.

(SIGHS)

K-O-T-H.

Knights...

Kings of the Highway.

(CHUCKLES)
How romantic.

Something like that.

But, uh, whether or not
you're breathing
when we dump you,

that entirely depends
on how polite you are.

I like wearing your coat.
Must have set you
back a bundle.

No doubt worth
considerably less now.

(LAUGHING)

CASH: I like this one.
I like his style.

I like his gun.

I like his watch.

Rolex. That's $10,000 easy.

There's more than
that if we can come

to a mutually
beneficial arrangement.

That right?

'Cause all you got here
is about 700 bucks

and a Florida
driver's licence.

So tell me, Kenneth Rathers,

what's a cat like you
doing driving an old
beater like that, hmm?

(CHUCKLES)
You some kinda eccentric,

or are you on the lam?

Yeah, that's what I am, Cash.
I'm on the lam.

I was wondering
when we'd get to that.

Well, we're getting to it now.

Oh! (COUGHING)

You've got some
explaining to do, Jack!

(COUGHS)

So? Figure it out?

I did.
And?

I have a question.

About protocols.

When we find Agent Keen,

are you positive
we'll be able to
protect her?

Aram.
What did you find out?

Protocols.
What are they?

Keen will be held here,
under our supervision.

I will handle
her transportation
to the Federal Courthouse

with teams handpicked by me.
No exceptions.

Her trial will be overseen
by a district court judge

with a component
level clearance,

who has been vetted
by Hitchin and Wright
to make sure

that they're not involved
with the Cabal.

Okay?

They're in West Virginia.

The search traced
Mr Reddington's burner

to a location
outside of Davis Creek.

(DOOR OPENS)

We need to talk.

So...

You're protecting them,
Keen and Reddington.

Samara, I know about
the search on my computer.

She called.
He was missing.

So you knew where they were,
and you didn't tell me.

She couldn't,
after Mr Reddington
helped with her brother.

That's not why I did it.

It's not? You said...

If we bring Liz in,
she will die.

First Cooper tips them off
about Wing Yee,

and now you're
protecting them.

Cooper didn't tip them off.
I did.

So I told you where they were.
And you warned them?

Yes.

Jesus, I told Reven Wright
that Cooper betrayed us.
Betrayed me.

Boy, was I wrong.
He didn't. It was you.

I want you gone
by the end of the day.

No ATM or credit cards?

Hey, man, you didn't complain
when we were grabbing him.

It was a solid snatch.

"Solid snatch," my ass.

(STAMMERS)
This guy stinks of the mob.

He smells like money to me.

There's money in it,
all right.

Best grab we've had
since we rolled into town.

May not have much on him,

but somebody'll pay his bank
to cut him loose.

I say we cut on
him till he talks.

Idiot. If somebody
is gonna pay
to get him back,

they ain't gonna
like it too much
if he's all cut up.

Sweet thing.

Why don't you
give it a go?

JILLY: Yeah.

Maybe he'll sing
like a bird.
(CHUCKLES)

That girl is
nuttier than a bag of

roasted cashews
and twice as tasty.

Nice, huh?
Just came in this morning.

Belongs to a retired doctor
and his wife.

They was on
their way up to visit
their daughter in Baltimore

when she broke down.

How'd it get here?
Tow truck.

Boy named Jasper.
Runs all the auto club
alerts along 119.

LIZ: Can you tell me
where to find him?

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT LAUGHTER)

Ohh!
What the hell?

I'm sorry.

Let me get you another one.
Uh, two.

Oh...

What's her name?
The one who broke it?

Amber.

Amber's a bitch.

Yeah, she was.

I'm Jasper.
I'm Kenya.

That's...
That's quite a name.

Well, I am quite a girl.

They weren't
coming to save you,
they were coming to kill you.

You wanna live?
Tell me how they found you.

So, where are we going?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, Char,
I wish I had a plan. I don't.

They said they did
it to protect me.

What was...
A tracking chip.

Get on 95 south.
Head towards Roanoke.

What's in Roanoke?
There's a cabin. Lake Yvonne.

I know where the key is.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
They're on us.

(ENGINES REV)

We can't outrun them.
It's a radio frequency.

All right,
where is it?
It's in my chest.

Well, that is
gonna suck for you.

We need to
get him underground.
Lose the signal.

They're still here.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

Down! Now!
(CHARLENE SCREAMS)

Hold on!

(TIRES SCREECH)

Oh, God.

Go, go, go, now!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(HORN BLARES)

Signal cut out here,
but once we go in,
Mr Solomon,

I can reacquire it.

Looks like we have
some rats to catch.

It's tea time.

Oh, that'll be fun, Jilly.

Cucumber sandwiches?

And scones.

REDDINGTON: How delicious.

Would you like
one lump or two?

Two, please.

JILLY: You simply must
tell me your name.

It's dreadfully rude of me
not to address you properly.

Kenneth.

Your real name.

Kenneth.

Now, look what you've done.
You've spilled
all the tea, dear.

You have to tell me
your real name.

They're gonna
hurt me if you don't.

You like
getting hurt, Jilly.

You wouldn't be here
with them if you didn't.

You think so?

I do.

(CHUCKLES)

Well...

Maybe you're right.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

What's this?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Not bad, baby.

Mmm!

There's over 25 large here.

Twenty-five?

That's over
six grand apiece.

Nice work, Jilly.
(JILLY LAUGHS)

What about Jasper?
It's five ways.

Jasper ain't one of us.
He's hired help. All right?

He'll take what
we wanna give him.

Don't hold too tight,
darling.

There.
Oh... (LAUGHING)

Why don't you get us
another round?

I'm gonna go tinkle.

Ah! Come on. Come on.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

You couldn't stay away.

I'm an idiot.
I didn't realize
how late it was.

I gotta get back to work.

I got a better idea.

Your place.

Keep an eye out.

Sit.

What's that for?

I'm going to
amputate your leg,
what do you think it's for?

I'm taking the chip out.
Are you crazy?

We can't stay down here.
If we go up there,

they will find us
and they will kill us.

So I'm taking it out.

Do we have a signal yet?

It's weak,
but they're ahead of us.

What are we
doing here, Harold?

Let's forget
about where we are

and think about
where we're going.

This cabin.
Tell me about it.

It's not important
right now.

I know you've been
wanting us to go away.

Was this supposed
to be a surprise?

Char, I promise...

The cabin
belongs to Doug Koster.

What're you doing with a key
to our neighbors' cabin?

Harold... It happened
before you got sick.

We were in such
a different place.

You were working
all the time,
and I was lonely...

The truth is,
it got me just thinking
about you getting sick.

It was a blessing.

Because it made me
realize what a fool

I had been
and how lucky I am.

(GRUNTING)

So, you find out anything
about Solomon?

Not yet.
I've got a call into Laurel.

I got a lead on Keen.
Agent Navabi talked to her.

She was helping her.

Helping, so you could
catch her?

No, just helping her.
So I fired her.

You fired Agent Navabi
for aiding and abetting?

Are you suggesting
I prosecute her?

That's your call.

As is whether to prosecute
Harold Cooper.

Harold is one of the most
decent men I know.

Would it
violate our principles
to be a little flexible?

That's exactly
what Tommy Markin
used to tell my dad.

They were partners,
Detroit PD.

They'd sit around
talking about how
dirty the precinct was

and how they were
gonna clean it up.

Did they?

No. When my father refused
to go on the payroll,

a drug dealer put
a bullet in him.

It was a trap,
set by the crookedest
cop of all,

good old Tommy Markin.

What happened to him?
Nothing.
They protected him.

My father died
for his principles.

If I compromise mine,
it'll be as if
he died for nothing.

(STAMMERS) You really
think we weren't gonna
find your money?

You didn't
find anything.

Jilly found it because
you're too dense
to even look for it.

No wonder Cash
doesn't trust you

with anything more important
than babysitting.

That's big talk
coming from a guy who's...

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT)
(SCREAMING)

You are aware
you need to clean

and oil these from
time to time, right?

(MOANING)

(GUNSHOT)

CASH: Next one's going
in your head.

Didn't I tell you,
whether or not you're
breathing when I dump you

depends on
how polite you are?

I think that should be it.
Thank you for your time.

Agent Ressler?
I'm Vic Cothran.

Here to help in
any way we can.

According to the owner,
the fugitive was
definitely here.

Here's the make,
model and licence

number of the vehicle
that she's in.

We also need to track down
a local tow-truck driver

by the name of Jasper...

Skeehan.
We've had our eye on him.

Suspect he's a member
of a gang,

Kings of the Highway.

Where are we on
local media?

The TV, radio and newspapers
have all agreed

to get the photos
and descriptions out ASAP.

All right, funnel
any credible sightings
directly to me.

(MOANS)

(STAMMERS) I gotta get
to the hospital...

Suck it up, kid.
Hold still,

let old Pablo here
fix you up and you're
gonna be just fine.

You sure it
didn't hit an organ?

Looks pretty
close to a kidney...

Shut up!

Don't listen to him.
He's the one that shot you.

He don't know nothing.

Then again, you bleed out,
one less person who gets
a cut of my money.

I said... (SHUSHING)

Seriously, man,
maybe we should let him
get to a hospital.

I'm freezing!

You're going into shock.
You've lost too much blood,

and your body
is beginning to shut down...

(COUGHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay.

Okay.

You know the drill.
Give him a fake name.

Get in, get patched,
get out. Got me?

Cash, he's on TV!

(DOOR CLOSES)

NEWSCASTER: ...authorities
are concentrating
their search

on Kanawha and Roane counties.

Residents of those
areas are advised

to report any
suspicious activity

to local law enforcement...
Oh, yeah.

We're looking at
a lot more than 25 grand.

...are wanted on murder
and domestic terror charges...

(GIGGLES)

Wow.

I love what you've done
with the place.

Yeah, well, you know...
It's just...

It's just temporary.

Come here.

You gonna
offer me a beer?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Wait right here.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

MAN: No, go away!

They're further down.

Wait. Wait.

They're behind us,
moving fast.

How'd that happen?
I have no idea.

Wait, he's right here!

(CLATTER)

(CHUCKLES)

Very good.

REDDINGTON:
When's the last time
you got any of that, Pablo?

Or have you?

We share everything.

But not with
Jasper apparently.

That's our business,
it ain't yours.

Oh, it is very much
my business.

As a matter of fact,
Pablo, our operations
are remarkably similar,

albeit mine functions
on a somewhat grander scale.

Certainly more hygienic.

But at the
end of the day,

it all boils down
to the same basic principle.

We steal from others,
but not from each other.

You shut your mouth,
or I swear to God,
I'm gonna...

Kill me?
That will fix things.

At least until
those two decide

a two-way split
makes more sense than four.

Tell me something,
do you trust Cash?

Do you trust him
with your life?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, man,
this ain't a good time...

I just texted you a picture.
All right?

That fellow we grabbed
this morning,

his name is
Raymond Reddington,

and he is number one
on the FBI's Most Wanted list.

And that gal he's with,

she's that Russian chick
that blew up them CIA guys.

Do you think
we can still find her?
They're worth a fortune.

LIZ: Everything okay?

Yeah, all good.

I gotta call you back.

What...

(CELL PHONE THUDS LIGHTLY)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOT)
Aah!

Where's my friend?

Jasper Skeehan
took a break for lunch
and hasn't returned.

Incident report just came in
on a walk-in at the ER

with a GSW to the abdomen.

Says it was
a hunting accident,

but doctors
pulled out a .380 slug.

Who hunts with a .380?
Exactly.

I don't like this...

Get the motorhome ready.

If T-Bone makes it back,
he can haul the trailer.

Otherwise, screw it.
I wanna get out of here.

What about Reddington?

(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

Hey. You okay?

I'll be fine.

Anything I can do?
I'm good.

I never would have said
anything if I knew this
was going to happen.

You said you weren't going to
say anything at all.

I know.
And I'm sorry.
But you lied.

You said
Agent Ressler's laptop
was on your work station,

and we both know
that is not the truth.

The IP address
where your
search originated,

it was
Agent Ressler's apartment.
Early this morning.

Way early. So...

Aram. I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me, too.

Sir, you really should
let us keep you overnight...

Excuse me.
Donald Ressler, FBI.
What seems to be the problem?

No problem at all, Officer.
Just trying to be on my way.

So this was
a hunting accident?

That's right.

Funny outfit for hunting.

Probably should get
one of those
orange vests, huh?

Well, Doctor,
if he wants to go,

there's nothing we can do
to force him to stay.

Why, thank you, Officer.

Appreciate it.

We're letting him walk?

That's Raymond
Reddington's coat.

Let's see
where he leads us.

REDDINGTON: What do you think
is actually going on here?

PABLO: Piss off, man.

You sure this is
about me?

I'm worth a lot more
to them than you are.

I wouldn't be
at all surprised

if I were to walk
out of these woods alive.

And I sincerely doubt
you'll be as lucky.

Where do you suppose
we're gonna go
with my money?

I say Aruba.
Maybe Cancun.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Jasper.

Where the hell you been?

You're holding my friend.
I wanna make a deal.

It's that Russian bitch.

I'm listening.

I've got your
friend Jasper here.

Straight trade,
him for Reddington.

(SCOFFS)

I thought you were
going to offer me

something worth
a damn, sister.

Keep him.

I don't think you understand
the situation here...

The situation is that
my man Reddington here
is worth a fortune,

and Jasper,
God bless his heart, is...
Well, he's dead weight.

Tell him it's been real.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Dude. Jasper is family.

Yeah, well,
if that's a fact,
he's the idiot cousin.

Forget him.

The three of us is family.
That's what counts.

Reddington is
worth a fortune?
What?

You just said
Reddington is
worth a fortune.

Yeah, and?

You're not gonna
kill him, are you?

(CHUCKLES) Of course
we're gonna kill him.

What do you think
we're doing out here?

(CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

What are you doing, son?

Pablo, what the hell?

Answer the phone.
Tell her we're gonna
make the trade.

JILLY: What're you doing?
You're going to
ruin everything!

See, this is why
I don't go to
family reunions.

Aunt Lucile is always
arguing with Buddy,

Uncle Scott is drunk
by noon,

and someone's hand
is always in
the wrong cookie jar.

Well...

You ain't got the stones
to pull that trigger...

(GUNSHOT)
(JILLY SCREAMS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)
(GASPS)

Pick up the phone.
Put it on speaker.

LIZ: Listen to me.
We're ready to deal.

Reddington's worth a bundle,
and you know it.

You and him are worth
two mil to the feds.

You can match that?

I can.

It'll take some time.
I'll call you back
in two hours.

Elizabeth, don't...

Shut up, man.
You don't get no vote.

Two hours or
Reddington here is dead.

And bring Jasper,
or no deal.

Pablo. That was beautiful.

(DOOR OPENS, BELL CHIMES)

Dembe? I believe
this is what you've
been waiting for.

Heavier than it looks.

(CASE OPENS)

Raymond...

Reddington's
been abducted.

I'm not exactly sure
by who and I don't know why,

but I think
I have a plan
to get him back.

A prisoner exchange.

That, and we have to
give them the care package.

Raymond will
not allow that.

I'm not asking
his permission.

We need it
to clear your name.

If we don't do this,
they're going to kill him.

Reven.
I wasn't expecting you.

Ah, well, I need a minute.
It's important.

Of course. Come in.

What do you know about
Operation Backslide?

Uh, it was
a CIA operation

to support
Somalia against the
Islamic Courts Union.

Why do you ask?

Matias Solomon
ran the operation.

It was the last one he ran
before the agency fired him.

You asked me for information
about Solomon. I'm sorry.

The day just
got away from me.

That's okay.
I did some digging on my own.

So, at the time
of the operation,

you were
Assistant Secretary
of State for African Affairs.

According to the records,

the operatives were given
State Department cover.

Solomon was listed
as an attache working
out of your office.

Yeah, well...

We gave coverage
to a lot of operatives. So...

And maybe some
of them know Solomon.
If I could get a list...

Was this
Agent Ressler's idea?

No, no.
I haven't told him yet.

I came here as
soon as I found out...

(GASPS)

I'm so sorry, honey.

I'm going to miss you.

I really am.

Any last words,
a final prayer or anything?

(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

Tommy Markin.

(BREATHING STOPS)

That is Raymond's jacket.

Let's just hope
it's not his blood.

Where is he?

Somewhere,
I don't know.

Hand over Jasper and the cash,
and we'll release him.

You think
we're stupid?

No, I do not.

Elizabeth...
Are you all right?

Do not do this.
Do not give it to them.

All right.
I showed you mine.
Show me yours.

Holy hell...

Those what I think
they are?

LIZ: Yeah.

And they're worth
far more than the reward
the FBI is offering.

All right, let him go.

You can take Cash's truck.
He won't be needing it.

(HANDCUFFS UNLOCK)

(BLOWS)

You are in desperate need
of some help, Jilly.

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER)

♪ The garden was blessed
by the gods of me and you

FBI!
Elizabeth! This way.

That's far enough, ma'am.
Put your hands up!

Hey!
No!

Keen!

♪ What you're waiting for?

(SIREN WAILING)

♪ We counted all our reasons,
excuses that we made

♪ We found ourselves
some treasure

♪ And threw it all away, oh

♪ What you're waiting for?

♪ No, what you're waiting for?

(INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER)

♪ What you're waiting for?

♪ No, what you're waiting for?

REDDINGTON: (OVER PHONE)
Lizzy, where are you?

Where are you?

They're coming.

♪ When I lose control
and the veil's overused

♪ Blame it on me

♪ What you're waiting for?

♪ No, what you're waiting for?

♪ Caught in the tide
of blossom

♪ Caught in the carnival

♪ Your confidence forgotten

♪ And I see
the gypsies run, oh

♪ What you're waiting for?

♪ No, what you're waiting for?

♪ What you're waiting for?

♪ No, what you're waiting for?

♪ When I dance alone,
and the sun's bleeding down

♪ Blame it on me

♪ When I lose control,
and the veil's overused

♪ Blame it on me

♪ What you're waiting for?

♪ No, what you're waiting for?

♪ What you're waiting for?

♪ No, what you're waiting for?

(GRUNTS)

Stop!
Aah.

Stop.

You wouldn't.
I would.

You know I would.

(SIGHS)

Elizabeth Keen,
you're under arrest.

♪ What you're waiting for? ♪