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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

GARVEY: I'll make
this simple.

I have the suitcase.

And because
I have the suitcase,

I need to speak with
Raymond Reddington.

I'm going to honor
Tom's dying wish.

Which was?

For me to know your truth.

You have the bones,
you already know the truth.

A truth.

I want the whole truth.

GARVEY: What about Keen?

If you ever utter
her name again in my presence,

I'll cut out your tongue.

You have no idea who I am,
or why I want the truth.

LIZ: Tell me again,
I need to hear it.

REDDINGTON: I promise
Ian Garvey will not
get away from me.

My name is Elizabeth Keen,
I'm a Special Agent
with the FBI.

You need to come with me.

I know what it's like
to have a father who's
a criminal.

Look, Ian isn't my father,
he protected me
from my father.

Perhaps you've heard of him.
His name's Raymond Reddington.

* I won't fear my rivals

* Leave them in the silence

* I live in the present

* Moment to moment
Moment to moment

* I don't fear no future

* Come live on in silence

* I live in the present

* Moment to moment
Moment to moment
Moment to moment *

Ian Garvey is,
how do you Americans say it?

A dead man walking.

I cut him off,

he no longer represents
my interests in your country.

I trust he knows why,

and what he must do
to regain your patronage?

Yes. He was not
happy about it.

Unhappiness
motivates whimpering.

Action is motivated by fear.

Garvey has made a lot of money
distributing my product,

protecting my supply lines.

I am the source
of his wealth and power.

He fears the loss
of our alliance,

and I'm sure
he's quite motivated
to get it back.

Then he'll bring me
what I need,
and your debt will be paid.

As the gospels say,

"Render unto Caesar
the things that
are Caesar's,"

and unto Reddington
the things that
are Reddington's.

As the Russians say,
trust but verify.

Having saved
your son from those

who suspect you work
with American intelligence,

I'm sure you wouldn't
want them to see photos
proving that you do.

Goodness knows,
the next time
they take your son,

I may not be in Paris.

As you say,
fear is a great motivator.

I'll contact you
with a time and place.

When I get the bag,
you get the photos

and Garvey gets
your good graces.

Everybody wins.

This bag, it must contain
something quite extraordinary.

Extraordinarily human.

Nothing more, nothing less.

GARVEY: So?

Reddington knows too much,
about both of us.

He believed your story?
Of course.

He lives in a world
where people do
what he tells them.

So he expects me
to bring him the bag.

And when you do,
I expect you to kill him.

I have questions
I need him to answer.

More than you need my support?

No.

Then the answers die with him.

I'm good.

I have a daughter.
I wanna go home.

Her name is Agnes.

She's living with
her grandmother until it's
safe for her to come back.

Am I free to go?

It won't be safe until
Ian Garvey is in prison.

Is that a yes or a no?
I didn't force you to stay,

I forced you to listen.

I needed you to hear
that Ian Garvey
killed my husband.

Right here.

Right where I'm standing now.

You know, I always fantasized
about having a sister.

Someone who I could be
completely honest with,

because I know she would
be completely honest with me.

I am being
completely honest with you.

LILLIAN:
Ian is my surrogate father.

He taught me to drive.

He showed up to my graduation.

He was there after
my real father abandoned me.

And you want me
to help you arrest him.

I do.

What if it was Reddington,
would you arrest him?

You're an FBI agent,
he's on your most-wanted list.

Be honest,

if you knew
where he was right now,
would you arrest him?

It isn't the same thing.

Right.

Like I said,
it was a fantasy.

I wish

we could just
forget all of this

and get to know one another.

I think we both know
it's a little late for that.

REDDINGTON:
After more than two decades
on your most-wanted list,

I've become something
of an FBI buff.

I know all about your Wacos,
your Ruby Ridges,
COINTELPRO.

Going all the way back
to John Dillinger, Al Capone,

all those communists.
The incorruptible G-Men.

A colorless,
if admirably
professional, lot.

Is there a case hidden
in that backhanded
compliment?

This apartment,
right here.

Oh, my God,

to have been
the proverbial fly
on Clyde Tolson's duvet.

Clyde Tolson lived here?
J. Edgar Hoover's lover?

This was their
secret hideaway.

Imagine the conversations,
cooing over JFK's lovers,

slandering Doctor King,
what peignoir
to wear to bed.

When I saw
the apartment was for sale,
I couldn't resist.

You own the apartment
where the homophobic
head of the FBI

carried on his affair
with his boyfriend.

Allegedly.

I wouldn't admit
this in mixed company,

but J. Edgar and I have
a surprising amount
in common.

For instance,
we both always get our man.

He got Tolson, I got Garvey.

Or I will,
by this time tomorrow.

Is this why
you wanted to see me?

Mosadek has ordered Garvey
to bring me the duffel bag.

Garvey thinks he's
going to give it to me
and walk away.

I wanted you here to
tell you I've made
other arrangements.

To get your man and the bag.

To get our man
and keep my privacy.

Hoover believed
knowledge is power.

He used his to hurt
a lot of good people.

You're using yours
to hurt me.

That is ridiculous.

Tom died for a reason.
You know why
and you won't tell me.

I won't tell you
something that's
none of your business.

It was none
of Tom's business!

You may feel entitled
to know what it is

because he died
trying to figure out
what it was, but you're not.

A fact which I have
patiently tried to get you
to understand.

Be hurt, blame me.
Howl at the moon
for all I care.

But this is my problem,
not yours.

Hey, what's the matter?

Are you like him?

Like who?

Reddington.
Are you like him?

You know the answer to that.

I know about
the Nash Syndicate.

Whatever you've been told...
About Zarak Mosadek.

There is an explanation
for all of that.

You saved me.

You protected me.

I don't know who
you've been talking to,

but what matters...

This matters
to me, Ian.

This matters to me.

You don't need
to be protected
from him anymore.

Not after tomorrow.

Are you gonna kill him?

Like you killed Tom Keen?

So that's who
you've been talking to?

Agent Keen.

Are you gonna
kill Reddington?

Hey, uh, you gotta come
to Mr. Cooper's office.

Why, what's wrong?

There's something
you need to hear.

Um...

Here...
Here's your house keys.

'Cause I, uh,
figured I should,

you know,
since we're not, um...

Thank you. I'll bring
your things in tomorrow.

Oh, no, you don't
have to do that.

I can pick them
up whenever...

It's no trouble.
I'll bring them in tomorrow.

Here he is.

Agent Mojtabai said
he'd recorded a conversation
Ian Garvey had

with a source of yours.

It just happened
two minutes ago.

We tracked Garvey
to an out-of-the-way bar

where he goes to see a woman.

A girlfriend, mistress?

Just someone he knows.

I asked Aram for a bug,
which I placed on her jacket.

COOPER: Okay,
so what've you got?

ARAM: Okay,
so I cued it up to the end.

You can listen to
the whole thing later,
but this part,

we gotta do
something about it,
like, now. Here we go.

LILLIAN:
Are you gonna kill Reddington?

GARVEY: A meeting's been set.

Reddington thinks
I'm coming to give him
something he wants.

I have other plans.

Meaning what?

Meaning I'm about
to do the world a big favor.

It's a trap,
your meeting with Garvey.

If you show up,
you'll be killed.

How convenient.

What's that supposed to mean?

Yes.

You gathering intel
that indicates I shouldn't
go to a meeting

you don't want me to attend.
That's not what this is about.

"Two of your oxen
have died.

"One round of play
without an oxen card,

"and everyone in your party
has died."

I have oxen.

Are you listening?

Where'd you
get your information?

I can't tell you.

Then, no, I'm not listening.

"You have died
of dysentery."
Damn it.

Elizabeth wouldn't lie
about something like this.

If she says it's dangerous
for you to go,
I believe her.

So do I.

But I'm still going.

Yes?

Mr. Sinclair,
Raymond Reddington.

I told you a day would come

when I'd need you to perform
your peculiar brand of magic.

That day has arrived.

You want me
to create a double for you,

so that you can
attend a meeting

in which you anticipate
being assassinated?

Yes.

Perhaps a better idea
might be to skip
the meeting?

Perhaps.
However, I'm afraid
the meeting is unavoidable.

I'm not
in the business of helping
people skirt murder,

I'm in the...
I'm in the business
of providing alibis.

A trick that allows
a man to be
in two places at once,

an illusion I believe
will come in handy
given the circumstances.

Yes, but it's
an illusion achieved

by the most
painstaking of processes.

It could take months
to find a double.

I then refine the likeness,

uh, establish routines,
pattern behaviors.

I mean, the whole
meticulously-crafted drama,

that can take
over a year to perfect.

You don't have a year.

Mr. Reddington,
I want to help you,

but there simply isn't time
to even establish a routine.

Without a routine,
there are no witnesses.

Without witnesses,
there is no alibi.

I don't need an alibi,
I simply need a double.

And I need a year.

You have sixteen hours.

Absolutely not.

We're not putting you
in a situation like that,
it's too dangerous.

I must say, Harold,
I'm flattered
by your concern,

but I've spent a good part
of my life in situations
very much like that.

You have got to call
this meeting off.

RESSLER: What do you
think's gonna happen?

Garvey's gonna confess
to murdering Singleton?
Admit to killing Tom?

I'm sorry, Donald,
I missed that.

I was still basking
in the glow of Harold's
concern for my well-being.

Don't flatter yourself.

And don't believe for
one minute that we can
protect you from Ian Garvey.

You're the FBI.
My God, what would
J. Edgar think?

SAMAR: Even if you
could get Garvey to talk,

we'd still need to explain
how we were able
to record the meeting.

REDDINGTON: I have an idea,

how about you say
you were looking for the
most wanted man in America,

and in a valiant
but fruitless attempt
to capture me,

you stumbled upon him.

What's this really about?

This is about justice
for the man who murdered
Agent Keen's husband.

A dangerous and dirty cop,

who not only runs
the ground troops for an
international drug syndicate,

but who also has exploited
his considerable resources

within the US Marshal circles.

Why make a play now?

You kill Reddington,
you're never gonna
get the intel you want.

Reddington forced the issue.
We take care of
the bastard now.

Ian Garvey
has been untouchable.

I'm giving you a chance

to do what the Bureau
has been unable to do
for over a year.

And along with Garvey,
if you're lucky,

you might even capture
Zarak Mosadek,

who somehow slipped through
your fingers the last time.

You let Mosadek go,
and now he's
double-crossing you.

That's what
he thinks he's doing.

In actuality, he's delivering
Ian Garvey to you
on a silver platter.

You just have to catch him
in the act of killing me,

not after he already has.

If I sign off on this,

you're walking in there
at your own risk.

I feel confident.

And why is that?

God doesn't want me
and the Devil isn't finished.

The meeting is scheduled
for 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Do get a good
night's sleep,

I'll need you bright-eyed
and bushy-tailed
at the ass-crack of dawn.

I still think
it's a dreadful idea,
a suicide mission.

But, I think I may
have found
a way for you

to attend the meeting
without being killed.

Well, that's a start.

We'll need vehicles
and firearms,

the usual make-up,
wardrobe, and wig work.

This reminds me
of our high-school production
of Guys and Dolls.

A rousing rendition
of Fugue for Tinhorns.

Stubby Kaye has always been
something of a role model.

I don't know who that is.
Stubby Kaye,
40 Pounds of Trouble?

Sam the Shade in Cat Ballou?

Ah. It doesn't matter,
let's hear about the plan.

Well, first off,

we're going to need
a very credible double.

Anthony!

Mr. Reddington.

This man is just
the framework
upon which we will build.

SINCLAIR: It will be critical
that I have
the right wardrobe.

Color, cut, size,
every detail is essential.

Shoe size, ties, suit size,

all duplicates
and exact matches.

A little padding here,
take in a little there.

And I'll need
a very specific list
of theatrical supplies.

Molding clay, alginate,
latex, cheese-cloth.

But supplies are not
as important as the craft.

I can teach
almost anyone anything,
given enough time,

but for our purposes,

our double will have
to learn quickly.

And in terms
of our liabilities,
we'll have our work cut out.

Dealing with Mr. Garvey
and his men
will be difficult enough,

but additionally,
we will need to contend with

Mr. Mosadek and his fairly
extensive security team.

And not to mention the FBI.

RESSLER:
All right, Aram,
we're on site.

What CCTV feeds
do you have in the area?

REDDINGTON: We're here,

Garvey and Mosadek's men
will likely take up positions
here and here.

The Feds will hang back,

they'll want altitude
for clear sight lines.

Here, here, and possibly here.

Which means...
He'll be surrounded.

SINCLAIR: Even if
our double is convincing
and nobody dies,

getting out of here
is going to be
nearly impossible.

Nearly. This extraction will
require two specific vehicles.

A box truck, and a sedan
which you will arrive in.

Chuck and Morgan
can handle the vehicles,
whatever we need.

What you need is to get
from this point to the
north-east exit here.

If you can manage that
before you get shot,

or run over,
or, uh, arrested
by the FBI...

This just might work.

I would be a genius.

Raleigh, are those
new spectacles, or is that
a twinkle in your eye?

I am the first to admit
that a carefully planned job

gives me great comfort.

But this sort
of winging it...

That has
an exciting flair to it.

That's the spirit.
Let's have a little fun.

But please,
do your very best
to make sure

Tony's not killed
in the process.

It's time.

Check, check.
Polar one, test.

Check, check.
Polar two, test.

Polar one, we're getting
a bit of interference.

Can you reposition
ten degrees north?

Agent Ressler,
what's your sit rep?

We got two mercs,
30 yards to the south-east.

Concealed positions.
COOPER: Agent Navabi?

I make one more pro,
20 meters south-west.

I make two from
the Nash Syndicate,
just north of the quarry.

Guys, Mr. Reddington
is gonna be completely
surrounded.

I will be in your ear
the whole time.

Now, remember,
head high, roll the walk.

All right, I got eyes.

Principals are
on the move.

He's clean.

To confirm our agreement,

you get your bag

and this war with Garvey ends.

Stop.

Were it not for all
the trouble the contents
of that bag have caused...

You would have
been dead long ago.

You're still upset about that
little mess with Tom Keen.

REDDINGTON:
Let's not forget
Detective Singleton.

It takes a special
kind of man to kill
his own colleague.

Keen was pleasure,
Singleton was business.

Agent Keen, we've got him.

Give us the green,
we'll take him down.

COOPER: Hold your position.

Enough. Mr. Garvey
and I have a lucrative
business arrangement,

one that I would
like to resume.

The bag.
Give it to him.

Open it.

Sorry, Mr. Reddington,
there's been
a change of plans.

We've got a situation.
Gun, go. Move, move.

Get out of there, son.

Go, go, go.

I'm going! I'm going!

Garvey's headed east on 395.

Oh, my God,
I murdered a drug lord!

I'm having palpitations.

Tony, quite a performance.

You did it.

My finest hour.

I... I need some air.
Garvey's mug hurts my face.

Where am I?

Hello, Ian.

Welcome back.

I hope you had a good rest,

there's much to discuss.

Following a shooting
in Bealeton this morning,

a manhunt is underway
for US Marshal Ian Garvey.

It feels good to be wanted,
doesn't it?

Witnesses have confirmed
that Garvey,
a 30-year veteran

of the US Marshal service,

shot and killed
an Afghan government official
named Zarak Mosadek.

What have you done?

The impossible.

I put you in two places
at the same time.

I didn't shoot Mosadek.

As a general rule,
a magician never
explains his tricks.

I didn't shoot anyone.

But this one is just
too good to keep to myself.

It started yesterday
just after lunch.

MAN:
Why make a play now?

You kill Reddington,
you're never gonna
get the intel you want.

GARVEY: Reddington
forced the issue.

We take care
of the bastard now.

REDDINGTON: While you were
plotting with your minions
from the Nash Syndicate,

I was hatching a plan
with my men to meet with you.

What the hell is this?

With a butterfly kiss
and a honey-bee hug,

sleep tight little one,
like a bug in a rug.

Then came
a plaster mold of your face.

A willing double,
a little make-up,

a little make-believe,
and voila!

Two Garveys with one stone.

While the real one slept,
the impostor
picked up your men

just in time for them
to see your off-Broadway debut

in all its theatrical glory.

It's time.

Nobody's gonna believe this.

They already do.

The FBI believes you killed
an Afghan government official,

Mosadek's colleagues
believe you killed the head
of their cartel,

and the Nash Syndicate
believes you killed
their biggest supplier.

And if I give you
the duffel bag?

I'll perform
another magic trick.

My jet will take you
and the missus
out of harm's way.

I know a lovely little spot
on Namibia's Skeleton Coast.

You can get me out?

Where's the bag?

RESSLER: Garvey was
in business with Mosadek.
Why would he kill him?

I don't know.

Did he cut a deal
with Reddington?
No.

No way,
Garvey hates Reddington.

Then why not kill him
when he had the chance?

I told you, I don't know.

Well, here's what we know.

We know the meeting
was a setup,

and that Mosadek and Garvey
conspired to take
Reddington out.

And you being there
makes you part
of that conspiracy

to murder.

Now, you help us,
we make it go away.

Why didn't Garvey
kill Reddington?

He was supposed to.
Then why the double

Look, Garvey, he never said
a bad word about Mosadek.

He admired him. In fact,

he made a fortune off
of protecting his cartel.

Why Garvey killed Mosadek
instead of Reddington,
I got no idea.

Oh, he's got nothing.

Whatever went down,
Garvey didn't tell him
about it.

LIZ: Did he tell Reddington?

You think Reddington
and Garvey
were working together?

It doesn't
make sense otherwise.

Garvey was in business
with Mosadek.

Why would he kill him
and not Reddington?

And there's no sign
of either of them?

Garvey's AWOL and Reddington
isn't answering my calls.

Hey, guys, I got something.

All right, so this,

this is Garvey's sedan,

going under
this freeway overpass.

And this
is what came out.

RESSLER: There's no sedan.
Where did it go?

SAMAR: Is there an exit
under the freeway?
Nope.

It didn't disappear.

Actually, it kinda did.

Into the back of that trailer,

courtesy of
a Mr. Raleigh Sinclair.

The Alibi.
The man who can put you
in two places at once.

Now we know why Reddington
kept him out of jail.

He didn't double Reddington.
I saw him, he was at the meet.

And Mosadek's dead.

LIZ: That leaves Garvey.

Reddington knew
Garvey was coming for him.

He got to him first,
had him doubled,
had the double kill Mosadek.

Garvey and Mosadek
were conspiring
to kill Reddington.

Now one of them is dead
and the other is wanted
for murder.

Ressler, you're on the Alibi.
Put out a BOLO
for Raleigh Sinclair.

Navabi, I want you
on the Garvey impersonator.

He murdered Zarak Mosadek
and got away in that truck.

Trace it, find it and him.

LIZ: Well, we know
where the real Garvey
and the duffel bag are.

With Reddington.
He double-crossed us.

Tell me about your contact.
How well does she know Garvey?

Very well.

If Red's forcing Garvey
to take him to that bag,

maybe your contact
can get us there first.

And why would I help you?

Because if you do,
Garvey will go to prison.

If you don't, he'll be killed.

By Reddington.

Yes, he has something
Reddington wants.

On TV, they're saying
he killed that man, Mosadek.

But you said that
they worked together.

Did Garvey ever mention
a duffel bag?

Did he tell you
where it might be?
A locker

I... I don't know. Maybe.

Where are you?
I'm at work.

Think about that duffel bag
and where it might be.

Helping me find it
before Reddington
just might save Garvey's life.

What's that smell?

Is that lavender?

And mint.

Is that your head?

What kind of products
do you use?

I'm dying of curiosity.

Wouldn't that be nice.

Do you smell that?
Yes. It's lovely.

I'll say.

Absolutely lovely.

Whatever it is,
you and I need to get some.

Hey, mister.
Can you hear me?

Easy, buddy. Easy, buddy.
You're all right,
you were in an accident.

The other man?

The one who was with us.
Where did he go?

I don't know, he took off.

REDDINGTON: You all right?

Come on.

Is that yours?

Yeah.

Please, I need your car.

Thank you.

What have you
done with Garvey?

REDDINGTON:
There was an accident.

We know you used
the Alibi to double Garvey.

Garvey got away.

You expect me to believe that?

You knew the meeting
was an ambush,
you have a source.

Someone close to Garvey.

I'm not answering that.

If that source
was assisting you,

Garvey knows that
and he'll try to get to him.

I assume that's
what you're trying to do.

Tell me, where are you going?

Why, so you can
get to Garvey first?

I can help
protect you from him.

I don't need your protection.

What I need
is that duffel bag.
And I'm about to get it.

We're closed.
I said we're clo...

Ian.

Ian, oh, my God,
are you okay?

Did you tell Keen?
What?

Is that how Reddington
knew I was coming?

No!
You said you talked to her.

Yeah, but I didn't
say anything.

On TV they said
you killed that man, Mosadek.

I'll pay you back
when I can.

What is happening, Ian?

Meantime,
say you were robbed.

I am being robbed.

Hello. Agent Mojtabai.

Aram,
I need to find Agent Keen,
it's urgent.

Mr. Reddington,
is everything okay?

No, everything is not okay.

She just hung up on me,
angry and desperate,

and I fear she's blindly
walking into a trap.
I need to find her.

ARAM: But if she
hung up on you,

she probably
doesn't wanna talk to you.

Or have me help you find her.

Aram, if your intent
is to protect Elizabeth,

protect her from Garvey,
not from me. She's in trouble.

ARAM: Wait,
I thought you had Garvey?

REDDINGTON: I did,
he got away.

And now, like a hound
on a hot scent,

she's going after an item
Garvey took from me,

and I have no doubt
he's headed the same way.

Okay, she went
to meet someone.

Where?
I don't know, but this woman,

the person she went to see,
Liz planted a listening device
on her.

And if that device
is within range
and transmitting,

I may be able to track it.

Do it, now.

False alarm.

I didn't kill anyone.

And I didn't say
anything to Agent Keen.

GARVEY: I believe you.

I wish you'd believe me.

I don't know
what to believe anymore.

I'm gonna need your car.

Yeah, the keys
are in the jacket.

Ian, the whole world
is looking for you.

Where are you gonna go?

Ian?

What

What is that?

That's how Reddington knew.

It's a bug,
put there by Keen.

She heard us talk
and squealed
to her lord and master.

The duffel bag,
why is it so important?

I'm gonna need time
to figure out
how to clear my name.

When I do, I'll reach out.

There's so much
you need to know.

Can you please
tell me now?

Everything you believed
for the last 30 years
has been a lie.

You've spent
a lifetime hiding
for no reason.

Ian Garvey, FBI,
hands in the air.

Do it now!
You're under arrest.

You don't wanna do that.

Oh, yeah, I do.

I can't think of anything
I've ever wanted more.

I can.

Hear what I have to say
about Reddington's
little secret.

You arrest me,

that's never gonna happen.

Hands on the bar.

I'm listening.
He didn't kill Mosadek.

I know. I don't care.

If I tell you everything
I know about Reddington,

what guarantees do I have
that you won't arrest me?

Absolutely none.
He's innocent.

If I can't get him for
the murders he did commit,

I'm happy to get him
for the one he didn't.

How can you say that?

The same reason
she bugged your jacket

and snitched on us
to Reddington.

He owns her.

She's an FBI agent
in the pocket of the FBI's
most wanted criminal.

He doesn't own her,
he is her.

Don't do this.
And she is him.

I'm asking you not to.

She's acting like a criminal
because she is the daughter
of one.

Reddington's her father?

Yeah, and I'm her sister.

Who I wish I could
have gotten to know.

I think we both know
it's too late for that.

We've found no images
on CCTV feeds
and no prints at the scene.

But we were able to
trace Sinclair's rig to
a warehouse in Takoma Park.

We believe it was
a staging area, but
everything's been cleaned out.

Okay, uh, I hope I didn't
make a huge mistake,

but I just hung up
with Mr. Reddington.

What's wrong?
He lost Garvey

and he can't reach
Agent Keen.

He thinks that
she may be in danger,

and so he asked me to help
locate her. Now, I went ahead

and pinged the transmitter
on her listening device
before the signal cut out.

Okay, back up,
Reddington lost Garvey?

So he says.
And the transmitter
is offline.

Yes, but before
the signal dropped,

it was broadcasting from
a bar on East Fayette Street
in Baltimore.

Pete's Tavern.
It's the same place where
Agent Keen was meeting...

With her source.
And where Reddington
is headed now.

Have you tried Keen?
She's not answering.

Keep trying.
You two, get there.
Alert local PD and SWAT.

On our way.

GARVEY: Now I get it.

Reddington and your husband,
how they knew each other.

Reddington didn't know
you through him,

he knew him through you.

But the duffel bag...

Where is it?

How did your husband
come by it?

And why didn't he tell you
what was in it?

Because you killed him
before he could.

And if you try
and tell her now,

I'll do the same to you.

Utter one word,
one article.

"A," "an," "the,"

and I'll shoot you.

No, he won't.

Because if he does,
I'll shoot him.

You're right,
I am unwilling to accept

that I'm not entitled to know
why my husband died.

I am hurt, I do blame you,
and pulling this trigger,

something I desperately
do not want to do,
is me howling at the moon.

Which is definitely
your problem, not mine.

Tell the story.

Tell it!

Stop! Wait,

my hands are up. No gun.

What are you doing?
I'm not a threat to anybody.

Except to yourself.

I don't know what
he's done to you,
or what's in the duffel bag,

and I don't care.

All I know is that
my entire life,
he's protected me from you

and it's about time that
I started protecting him.

Look at me.

Anything?

I'm your daughter.

The one you abandoned
28 years ago on Christmas Eve.

Jennifer.

LILLIAN: Did you
think of me at all?

In my pink room,
in my pink pajamas,
waiting for Santa.

When I went to sleep,
my world was perfect.

And when I woke up,
it was destroyed.

My daddy gone.

Did he just leave?

Was it an accident?
We didn't know.

All we knew is my daddy,

my good, kind
and decent daddy was gone.

And then we come
to find out that
you weren't good

or kind or decent.
You were a traitor.

And we were sent into hiding.

From you, from my father.

And I'm telling you this
because if you are at all
happy to see me,

which I'm sure you're not,

but if there is
one shred of relief

that I made it
through this ordeal,
it's because of Ian.

He saved me.

That's why I'm standing here,

asking you, my father,

to please save him.

That's entirely up to him.

Dembe.

No!

Ian.
LIZ: Call 911.

Tell them there's been
an officer-involved shooting.

Tell them it's a 10-33.
Say it.

A 10-33.

You will not die.

You hear me,
you piece of crap.

Not until you tell me
what you know.

You will not die.

* Mother,
tell your children

* Not to do what I have done

* She said spend your lives

* In sin and misery

* In the house
of the rising sun

NURSE: Pulse 132...

DOCTOR: Let's get him
to the OR now.
Right now.

Garvey.

It's your last chance, Garvey,
tell me about that duffel bag.

I'll take care of Reddington,
I promise.

NURSE: We're losing him.
I don't have a pulse.

* And it's been the ruin

* Of many a poor boy

* And God knows I'm one *