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Well, now,
that's a stupid question.

Monday, 9:07 A.M.
examiner Hatch.

Subject...
Elizabeth Scott Keen.

Here we go.

Before Monday of last week,

did you have,
or have you ever had,

- personal contact with Raymond Reddington?
- No.

Did Reddington notify you

before he surrendered
himself to the FBI?

No.

Have you ever been convicted
of a crime?

Convicted? Not yet.

Please answer
"yes" or "no."

Have you ever been convicted
of a crime?

You're wasting valuable time.

Does Elizabeth Keen know
why you surrendered yourself?

He's telling our people
he wants immunity,

that he's willing to cooperate,
give us names.

- What names?
- He's got a list,

alleges he can deliver us
high-value criminal targets

if the justice department
grants him immunity.

What's his legal status?

The man sold secrets to the
Hofstad network, to the Syrians.

He's not getting immunity.

Talk to me about containment.

Who knows we've got him?

Including us in this room...
A total of 26 people.

Remember, he's been off the grid
for over 20 years.

Yet he seems to know things
even you don't.

About this,
Elizabeth Keen...

says her father has some kind
of criminal record?

- Yes.
- Polygrapher: Before Monday of last week,

did you have,
or have you ever had,

personal contact
with Elizabeth Keen?

No.

He's lying.

Polygrapher:
Does Raymond Reddington know,

or has he ever known,
your husband?

His name's tom Keen.
Schoolteacher, 4th grade.

He's currently
in a medically induced coma,

was nearly killed last week
during an altercation

on a case Keen was working.
He gonna survive?

The situation is uncertain.

You're confident
that the husband's

not involved with Reddington?

No.

The truth is
we don't have any idea

who Reddington
may be involved with.

Fowler:
Then why should we trust him?

You're asking
the wrong questions.

I'm trying to help you
with a matter of some urgency.

It's your choice whether
you listen to me or not,

but there will be an incident
at 11:00 this morning

at the decatur industrial park.

I would send ambulances.

Cooper:
We need to move quickly.

Woman:
He's a prisoner.

He has no legal position
to negotiate from.

Charge him
under the patriot act.

See what he has to say then.
He'll only speak with Keen.

It's not up to him.
We decide who he speaks...

I don't think you understand
how delicately

the situation
needs to be handled.

Reddington has brokered
some of the most comprehensive

international criminal activity
in the past 20 years.

He has access to targets
we don't even know exist.

Now, he's telling us there
may be some kind of an event

about to happen
at the decatur industrial park.

Fowler:
I don't think you understand.

You don't run the criminal
division of main justice. I do.

The Attorney General
is not going to accept a deal.

Reddington is a criminal,

and we're gonna take credit
for catching him.

Our office will lay out
the charges.

I hope you understand
that from time t...

there is... No... Deal.

Am I clear?

Yes.

Polygrapher:
And have you been truthful

to the best of your knowledge?

So, what do we got?

Swept the entire yard.

Got multiple teams working
the property, k-9 units.

Nothing.
I mean, look around.

I got two city blocks
of hiding places,

and I don't even know
what the hell

I'm supposed to be looking for.

I need more information.
What's the specific tip?

Who did it come from?

We got an informant
who's dicking us around.

Says we're gonna need
rescue units here at 11:00.

It's already 11:20.

Give it another 20 minutes
and wrap it up.

I want bomb squads, medics.
I want everybody out.

Man: We've got a problem.

A passenger train
just blew through.

Come again?
What was that?

I said you have
a passenger train

coming in your direction.

It's over speed.

Clear the area.
Get everyone out.

Clear! Clear out!

Get your men out of here!
Clear!

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Those things I found
under the floor,

they're not yours, right?

He put them there...

the gun and the passports.

Tell me Reddington did this,
and not...

I wish you were here
so you could explain yourself.

60 people
have been confirmed dead

and dozens injured after
a passenger train derailed

this morning at
the decatur industrial park.

60 people are dead
because of you.

60 people are dead

because you don't return
my calls, Harold.

If you want to save lives
and catch the bad guys,

pay attention.

They're not going to make your deal.
That's unfortunate.

The next name on my list
is an absolute snake.

The train.
How did you know?

I know lots of things.
But the train I didn't.

I knew the time, the place,

but the train
was a big surprise.

We've ruled out terrorism.

Look at the list
of casualties, Harold.

You'll find some councilwoman
from Albany.

Apparently she's been tangling

with some rather cunning,
powerful people.

You're saying the derailment
was an assassination?

I'm not saying anything...

Unless it's to Elizabeth Keen.

Tell me about the train wreck.

If you had any idea
how far I've traveled

to see you again, lizzy.

My name's "Liz," not "lizzy."
To you, I'm agent Keen.

Now, I've heard
all your demands,

but I don't think
you've heard mine,

so let me tell you
how this is gonna work.

I ask the questions,
you answer them.

Screw with me, and I walk.

Understood?

How is tom?

They're never gonna
give you immunity.

Not a chance.

I think they will.

Otherwise,
what am I doing here?

I'm perfectly happy
to go back to the boat.

Tell me about the train wreck.

What would you like to know?

Everything.

The train accident was
no accident. You know that.

But what you don't know
is the man behind it...

Is quite prolific.

He's responsible for a slew
of other premeditated killings

just like this one,
disguised as accidents.

Shall I go on?

Raymond:
A building collapses in moscow,

a ferry capsizes
on the brahmaputra river.

These are the events we've come
to expect on the evening news.

But in truth, there's always
more to the story.

Hidden between the facts
and figures,

the victims and the heroes,
there's always a murder.

The work of a man
who disguises his killings

in the headlines
of everyday tragedies.

What proof do you have?

His work is difficult to detect,
but the victims are there.

An appellate court judge
in Ohio,

a French diplomat who dies
in a plane crash.

Look closer.
The pattern will emerge.

Over the last seven years,

more than 3,000 innocent
civilians have died,

all collateral victims

as a result
of this man's unique methods.

In the 20-odd years I've been
working my side of the tracks,

I have not encountered
another contractor

who's had as significant
an impact

on the civilian population
as he.

He's rivaled only by governments
and terrorist organizations.

And you've never heard of him.

I have it on good authority

that his next contract
will take him to New York.

This is not an opportunity
to ponder or deliberate,

because once he's done,
he's gone.

Cooper:
This guy have a name?

They call him
"the freelancer."

And how do we find him?

You don't find him.
I do.

What, are you two pen pals?

You guys send each other,
coded e-mails?

I don't have e-mail
or a phone

or... An address.

I prefer to handle my business
face-to-face.

You've met him.
Once.

I brokered a few jobs.

He works through
an intermediary.

He might be for sale.

Perhaps I should set a meeting.

Maybe you should.

You should come.

Just the two of us...
no wires,

no clumsy agents in the bushes.

You want me
to make an introduction,

you need to trust me
with my source.

What fun!
You'll need a dress.

And where would
this meeting be?

Montreal.

What do you know
about the passports?

What passports?

You know
what I'm talking about.

As far as I'm concerned,
you put them there.

Put what, lizzy?

The box. The money and the gun.
The passports.

Who else have you told?

What? Nobody.

Have you told Cooper?
No.

Cooper: I want you to shadow
Reddington to Montreal.

Contact our people in the
royal Canadian mounted police.

I want complete surveillance.

Take them both down...
Reddington and his liaison.

If you go to the police,
they'll file charges.

If the gun's not registered,
it's a felony.

The passports
are 25 years each.

On the other hand,

if you confront him,
what good does that do?

He'll deny everything,

and you'll continue
to doubt him.

Either way, it's...

An impossible situation.

Before we do this,
let me be clear...

I'm not here to socialize.

I have no interest in having dinner
with you, nor do we have the time.

We meet your contact,

we get the name of the
freelancer's next victim,

and we go.
Understood?

I agree with you completely.

But it is a restaurant,
and it is dinnertime.

So, what does this liaison
look like?

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves.

Bonsoir. Ça va?

Anyone asks, you're my
girlfriend from Ann arbor.

Absolutely not.

Fine.
You can be my daughter.

Bonsoir.

What would you like to drink?

I'll have wine.
Chardonnay?

S'il vous plaît, pour madame,

un cocktail de I'aviation.

This one. Here.
Bring that up.

Running facial recognition now.

No hits off the database yet.

This isn't
what I ordered.

Merci.

To the future.

Aviation cocktail.

Huh?
It's from the '20s.

Tastes like spring, doesn't it?

Tell me about your job.

The profiling.

I'm fascinated.

How close to the truth do you
think you can really get?

Where's your contact?

Tell me my profile.

Why would I do that?

You've heard the debriefs.

You've read Ressler's
book reports.

I so want to know
how you... See things.

You're a loner.
You keep your distance.

You travel freely
through foreign lands.

You're rootless.

You're very comfortable here
with your glass of scotch,

but you're just as comfortable
sleeping in a cave with rebels

or sharing dinner in some
hole-in-the-wall noodle shop.

Your closest friends
are strangers.

You understand that tight bonds
can make you vulnerable,

so you're careful
not to have any.

And that's why you're
so conflicted about me.

You need me.

And you hate that
about yourself,

because it makes you
vulnerable.

Tell me about your husband.

Does he know you
as well as you know him?

Your contact is late.

Does he know about you
as a child?

It's been 35 minutes.

Does he know about the fire?

Why am I so important to you?

Did you know my parents?

I asked you a question.

Oui, monsieur?

S'il vous plaît,
apportez-nous une bouteille

quatre vingt deux
chateau latour.

Bonsoir.

Are you gonna keep
trying to impress me

with your knowledge
of French wine,

or are you gonna answer
my question?

What if I were to tell you...

That all the things you've
come to believe about yourself

are a lie?

Please excuse me for a moment.

go! Go! Move! Now!

Hey.

What did Reddington give you?!
Tip!

Do you understand English?! Yes!

What the hell was that?
You sold him out.

You let him go.

I let him go?!
Who notified rcmp?!

You compromised an asset.

He's number 4
on the most wanted list, Keen.

What did you expect?!

And now he's gone
because of you!

Hey, there, guys.

You planned this!
You knew he would never show!

Take a breath, agent Ressler.

You think I'm gonna fly
all the way to Montreal

for the cheese cart?

My contact was
the first person I saw

when I walked into the place.

I told you he would help,
and he did.

The coat-check attendant.

I left payment in my hat.

In exchange, he left a photo
of the assassin's next victim.

Floriana Campo.

The human-rights
activist?

There you have it...

a solid lead delivered
exactly as promised.

Find Floriana Campo,
you find the freelancer.

Not bad for a day's work.
Let's celebrate.

Hey, Donald.
How 'bout that cheese cart?

Floriana Campo?

Donald Ressler.
Elizabeth Keen. FBI.

We need to have a word
with you.

We have reason to believe
someone's planning

an assassination attempt
on your life.

Tonight's fundraiser
needs to be canceled.

It can't be canceled.

It's a donor event,
and I have my own security.

It's too risky. We can't
guarantee your safety.

Nobody can
guarantee my safety.

I have many enemies...
traffickers, cartels.

We know what they did
to your husband,

what you've gone through.

Your work,
it's been an inspiration.

I wrote my senior thesis
on your time in Kuala Lumpur.

I was going through
a very bad time.

And in some ways, I think
you helped me through it.

Do you have children,
agent Keen?

Elizabeth.

And...
If all goes well...

There is no work more meaningful
than being a mother.

I didn't have kids of my own.
This is my one regret.

But these girls
that I'm trying to protect,

they are my family.

Tonight is for them.
I won't cancel.

Look, we can't force you
to accept our protection,

but we need your help to find
the man contracted to kill you.

To identify him,
to capture him,

we need you to cooperate...
you're our only link.

Will you help us?

She spent 15 years
with the u.N.,

stationed primarily
in eastern Europe

with small stints
in north Africa.

In 2000, she helped pass

the trafficking victims
protection act.

Since that time,

her nonprofit has raised
over $35 million

in her campaign to eliminate
human and sex trafficking

around the globe.

Three years ago,
her husband was murdered

by the Eberhardt cartel.

Eberhardt is the most ruthless

human-trafficking cartel
in Europe.

2008, their founder was killed
leaving a power vacuum.

To this day, nobody knows who's
actually running the outfit.

What we do know
is that he's merciless.

Murdered rival cartel leaders
to expand his reach.

Survivors tell stories of
torture and forced addiction.

He killed
Floriana Campo's husband,

and he most likely hired
the freelancer to kill her.

We're doing everything we can to
disrupt the freelancer's plan.

We've changed schedules,
travel routes.

And you've moved
tomorrow night's event?

Yes, based on what we know
about the freelancer,

he takes months
to plan these attacks.

If he had something planned
for tomorrow,

he's gonna need to pass through
our security

in order to pull it off.

What good does that do if nobody
knows what he looks like?

Liz: I need your help.

You said
you've seen this guy once.

We're compiling photos
of the people who are scheduled

to attend
the event tomorrow, and...

please understand

I want more than anything
to help you.

It's the reason why I'm here.

But I won't say another word

until the terms of my deal
are met.

I'm so sorry to bother you
with these trivial details,

but it's a simple yes or no.

Fowler: No.

His lawyers drafted this?
No. He did.

Reddington represents himself
in legal matters.

A DARPA-tested, fully encrypted,
8-millimeter tag?

I don't even know what that is.

It's a tracking device.

And what's this about his
"private security detail"?

He's given us a list of five
names, wants us to pick two.

Which are the two
least offensive?

Ex-freedom fighter
from South Sudan.

Sources indicate he's
Reddington's former bodyguard,

goes by the name of "Dembe."

Does Dembe have a last name?

No, ma'am. Just Dembe.
Like prince or Madonna.

The second is Luli Zeng.
Phd in economics from Stanford.

Dodged federal prison twice.

S.E.C. Says
she's untouchable.

We think she's moving
Reddington's money.

How would I justify this?

You don't.
It's off the books.

And he's what...

our informant, slowly working
his way towards immunity?

Which he's never going to get.

We have a chance to catch
a mass murderer.

One condition... you bring in
somebody I know and trust.

Meera Malik, CIA.

She can help navigate
international waters.

Fine.

One day, you and I will be
talking about this moment

in front of a senate hearing.

God help us.

You got your deal.
Our turn now.

Compiled a list of the attendees
for tonight's event.

Is this really
the right approach?

Hey. I'm right here.
Talk to me.

Honestly, is this
how the FBI does things...

comb through
the invitation list?

This guy didn't rsvp.

I've seen the man.

If he shows up tonight,

if you're going to have any hope
of identifying him,

you need to put me
in that room.

So, you want to go
to the party?

I thought you'd never ask.

Dembe.

Luli, my dear.

Raymond.

Watch yourself with her,
Donald.

She hates men,
and cops most of all.

You, I don't know.

Meera Malik.

You look like the CIA.

Yeah?
What's the CIA look like?

Attractive but treacherous.

I guess we'll find out.

This is gonna be a gas.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

So you know,
the way this works,

we don't typically drink
on the job.

No, thank you.

Your 7:00?

No.

Where's that woman
with the mushroom puffs?

You okay?

Yes. I'm fine.
A wonderful evening.

What's wrong?

I just got word that a shipment
we were trying to track

has gone missing.
Shipment?

Girls, more than 60 of them.

Where? There must be something
the bureau can do.

It's too late.
They're gone.

Man: Ladies and gentlemen,
if I may have your attention.

Anya:
My name is Anya Kedrov.

I've been asked to say
a few words.

I spent three years of my life
in a 9'x9' room

living in hell,
forcibly addicted.

For all I survived,
I still carry a daily reminder.

The people who took me,
the Eberhardt cartel,

they brand their servants
by carving their symbol

into the flesh on our backs.

But as bad as I had it,

there is always someone
who had it worse.

Truth is,
it's only through acknowledging

and claiming these experiences
that we can really put a face

on the crime
that is human sex trafficking.

Tonight, I'd simply
like to say thank you.

Thank you, Floriana.

Thank you, Anya.

And thank you
for coming tonight.

I'm sure you've noticed
we're not at the met.

We had to relocate
for security reasons.

Each one of you
could have stayed home,

succumbed to fear.

But you didn't.

You came. You're here.

You, I, Anya stand here
in solidarity...

with the people
who cannot be here with us...

Yet.

It's him.

What?

The waiter.

The freelancer.
I remember two years ago

- my late husband was in South Sudan.
- Clear the area.

Now.

We saw a boy...

Stop! FBI!

Liz: It's the waiter!
He's heading towards the stairs!

Stop!

Close the door!

We're heading east!
I repeat, heading east on 59th!

He's heading across town
toward 63rd!

FBI. Out of the car.

Liz: I'm heading in your
direction. Give me an update.

200 west 57th. He's gonna
be coming out the back.

My leg.

I need an ambulance.
Well, I need names.

Tell me about
the Eberhardt cartel.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Who's in charge of the cartel?

Who hired you
to take out Campo?

Sweep the floor.
Lock it down.

We're all clear inside.

He asked you a question.

I can't.

Last time.
Who hired you?

No!

My friend here is with the FBI.

I'm from the CIA you know
the difference, don't you?

Now, we haven't got much time

because you have
a compound fracture

and you're bleeding internally,

so we're going to
expedite things.

I can't.

A name.

Reddington.

He hired me.

Thank you.

For everything.

Don't leave your suite.

It was Reddington.
He hired the freelancer.

What? No.
How could he?

The coat-check attendant.
Think about it.

The coat check didn't leave
the picture in red's hat.

Red left it for him.
He was signaling the hit.

Why?

Couldn't get close enough
to do it himself.

I have my own security. So,
you want to go to the party?

I thought you'd never ask.

It's him, the waiter.

Pointing out the freelancer
was a diversion.

He wanted us
to empty that party.

He wanted to get her alone.

How did you get in here?

Where's my security?

Your security is occupied.

This is because of you.

The threats, the FBI.

The FBI works for me now.

Why are you doing this,
Raymond?

I offered
to make you a partner.

My people came to you
about the shipping routes.

You turned us down.

I've never liked you.

You never liked me

because you're a wanted man
living in the shadows,

and I am not.

I run my business,

and I'm being wined and dined
by the city's elite.

I don't know how you do it...

the duplicity.

How does the devil in you
contend with the angel?

I would have kicked her out
years ago.

You can learn a thing or two
from me, Raymond.

I'm going to kiss that sweet,

young FBI agent on the cheek
and say, "good night,"

and then go down to docks

and pick up
my next shipment of girls.

Hey!
Where's my agents?!

Get out of my way.

Elizabeth!
Thank God you're here!

This is the man.
He's the one who wants me dead.

You hired the freelancer.
To do what?

Was it the champagne?
What's the headline gonna read?

"Italian dog
born with two heads."

No?

How about "humanitarian, exposed
as fraud, commits suicide"?

What have you done?

I didn't do anything.

I think the assassin may have
slipped her a lethal cocktail

of the same barbiturates
she uses to drug her children.

Liz: What are you saying?

She's not the woman
you think she is.

You're a liar.

Who's lying, Floriana?

Shut up, Raymond!

Ooh, that was a mistake.

You know him?

Everybody knows
this son of a bitch!

I need a medic!

You don't need a medic.
I have the antidote right here.

Liz: Give it to me!
I'd be happy to,

as soon as she admits
the truth.

Give it to me now!
She's not breathing!

Tell her the truth, Floriana.

This will help you breathe.

Madam Campo doesn't free
children from slavery.

She imprisons them.

I don't believe you.

Don't be so naive.

Floriana Campo
is the largest distributor

of enslaved children
in the eastern hemisphere.

Her foundation is a front
to launder the profits

of the Eberhardt cartel,
which she runs.

She's been eliminating
the competition.

Good God. The woman had
her own husband murdered.

Liz:
Give me the antidote.

All you have to do
is tell her, Floriana.

A simple nod will suffice.

What is with you in hotel rooms

and pens in people's necks?

What's happening?

Looks like she's dying.

Definitely dying.

You look tired.

Go home.
Get some sleep.

Unless you're avoiding
your home.

What would you have done if
the antidote had worked on time?

It would have exposed you
as our informant.

There was no antidote.

We've confirmed
that Floriana Campo

was running a fortune
through the kowloon bank.

You were right.

The woman ran
the Eberhardt cartel.

Based on the information
you gave us,

we were able to intercept the
shipment and rescue the girls.

She preyed on the weak
and the innocent

while dressed
in the wings of a savior.

I detested
everything about her.

I had no idea.

I mean, I just...

I should have known.

We never really know anyone,
do we?

What are you gonna do, lizzy?

About this situation with tom?

It seems you have two options.

Either you turn him in
or confront him.

Or perhaps
there's a third option.

My God.

Woman: Tell us a little
about Elizabeth.

Elizabeth? To me,
she's always just been lizzy.

I remember the first time
she brought up adoption

before we ever thought about
coming to see you guys.

She was...
she was so nervous.

She tried to cook dinner,
which was a complete disaster,

because she's,
not the best cook.

I think it was around my
third bite of cold spaghetti,

she just started to cry.

I... I don't know.

I think she was afraid
of disappointing me.

But she looked me in the eye,
a-and she told me the truth...

that she didn't want to have
a biological child,

not with so many children
in need of a loving family.

She wanted to adopt.

It was important to her.

In that moment, I just...

I-I don't think
I've ever loved her more.

She's... she's gonna be
a great mom.

I mean, she really is.

I know that.

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