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♪ Dum, dum, dum
Dum-dee-dee do-wah

♪ Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Oh, whoa, whoa
Whoa, oh-wah

♪ Only the lonely

♪ Only the lonely

♪ Only the lonely

♪ Dum, dum, dum
Dum-dee-dee do-wah

♪ Know the way I feel tonight

♪ Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Only the lonely

♪ Dum, dum, dum
Dum-dee-dee do-wah

♪ Know this feeling
Ain't right

♪ Dum, dum, dum
Dum-dee-dee do-wah...

♪ There goes my baby

♪ There goes my heart

♪ They're gone forever

♪ So far apart

♪ But only the lonely

♪ Know why

♪ I cry

♪ Only the lonely

♪ Dum, dum, dum
Dum-dee-dee do-wah

♪ Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh-wah

♪ Only the lonely

♪ Dum, dum, dum
Dum-dee-dee do-wah ♪

Blood leaking
into the lungs

is a very common
blast injury.

Doctor believes
it was re-induced
by sudden stress.

Such as the stress

of seeing a sniper rifle

aimed at her
sister's head?

Yes.

I was conducting
the fire ritual

far away from you.

And yet I still
almost lost my life.

And my sister hers.

I'm facing
a savage opponent.

Why was Weecha with you?

She was supposed to rest
and recover.

Well, she followed me.

Against my advice.

I have no control

over the women
in my life,

nor do I seek it.

You're both free

to come and go
as you please.

We'll be going.

My sister and I
are as different

as the sun
and the moon.

But the same blood
flows in our hearts,

and the fire ritual
has called that blood home.

We're not safe here.

I want to be able
to come with you.

This is all
gonna end soon.

I'll be back
in a few minutes.

Will you stay
and be with her?

What do you think,
Raymond?

You don't, do you?

United States
Marshal Service

has authorized

a fugitive
task force

to find
Marvin Gerard.

Local, state,
federal agencies.

I know you're looking
for him, too.

We should pool
our resources.

Why?

What do you mean why?
We have the same goal.

We do? My goal is
to shoot Marvin dead.
What's yours?

You know the answer
to that.

With Gerard in custody,

I can prove his role
as my blackmailer,

stay out of prison,
resume my life.

Gerard will be tried

and convicted for his crimes.

Twaddle.

Your storybook
version of events

leaves out one
very real consequence

of arresting
Marvin Gerard.

And what's that?

Have you heard
of the Trembling Giant?

If you're hiking through
Utah's Fishlake Forest,

you'll wander into
the most glorious grove

of quaking,
quivering aspens.

50,000 spread
over 100 acres.

What a sight.

In autumn, you look up,

every leaf a flaming
torch dancer.

What you don't see

is that the entire grove
is one plant,

interconnected by an enormous
underground root system

that forms the largest
living organism on Earth.

Harold, my criminal empire
is the Trembling Giant,

and Marvin is one of those
trees with my roots.

Reddington's
on his heels.

That little bodyguard of his
is on life support,

and the woman he loves
has one foot out the door.

Your insight into your
opponent's every move

is an ongoing one.

It's a survival mechanism.

You think I'd go to war
with Raymond Reddington

if I didn't know
his every move?

I understand.

You're worried that Gerard
will expose you.

Like a Central Park flasher.
He's my bag man.

He cuts every deal I make,

and if he's taken
into custody,

he'll cut one with the DOJ,
trade everything he knows.

It will destroy
my organization,

the Blacklist,
your task force,

and I will be running
like a rabbit

for the rest
of my foreshortened life.

Reddington knows
that the only option
he has left

is to kill me.

Now, I need
to feel confident

that you have the capabilities
to deal with him.

I can assure you my men

are unlike anything
Reddington has ever faced.

Just name a time
and a location.

I can accept losing
the task force.

What I can't accept
is Agnes losing
another parent.

I promised that girl
I'd be there for her.

I can't keep that promise
from prison.

Harold, the last thing
I want to see
is Agnes hurt.

I'll thread this needle.

I always do.

You will not languish
in jail.

You don't know that.

I can't take
that leap of faith.

Then we have nothing left
to talk about.

I know Reddington better
than he knows himself.

His next move
will be to consolidate
his power base,

or what's left of it.

Soon as I know
the location of the meet,
I'll let you know.

As long as it's not
in the next 14 minutes.

I'm about to break
my personal record.

Hey, this isn't
a game, Fisker.

I'm paying you enough
to buy your own country.

Relax, Mr. Gerard.

Reddington
is a dead man walking.

He just doesn't
know it yet.

He better be.

I devote my entire life
to that son of a bitch.

I helped him
build an empire.

I did time for him.

And he's giving
everything to her?

He's turning it all over

to Elizabeth Keen,

like he's buying her
a damn pony?

Whoa!

Calm down.

Sorry about that, Darcy.

Put the new mirror
on my card
and another round.

Relax.

I never know what the hell
it is between him and her.

But Raymond has

some kind of Achilles heel

when it comes to that woman.

Doesn't she have a daughter
in grade school?

Oh, yeah. But you know
how crime bosses are.

They schedule their
business meetings

around their parent-teacher
conferences.

I'm telling you, man,

I'm gonna end up
doing all the work

with none
of the rewards.

Well, if it bothers you
so much,

why don't you do
something about it?

Making obstacles
go away,

isn't that your job
for Reddington?

Reddington...

He would never be
where he is today

if it weren't for me.

You remember
that drinking game

we made up at Harvard?

Yeah.

The Foolhardy Boys.

One of us would come up

with the craziest crime

that we could think of...

Then we'd take turns
devising the perfect plan
to pull it off.

So, how would you
murder an FBI agent?

Better yet,
how would you

get your enemy
to murder her?

Oh, you're getting
ahead of yourself.

What are
her vulnerabilities?

First of all, you gotta find
a way to keep tabs on her.

And I just read
an article

about this new
sort of GPS device

that works in the form
of a medical pill.

I like that right there.

Like that?

Yeah.
Okay.

Foolhardy Boys.

Foolhardy Boys.

May I speak privately
with you?

Of course, Dembe.

The man
who Raymond relies on
and trusts the most

in his organization
has betrayed him.

The woman
who guards his life

is lying
in a hospital bed.

Raymond is at
great risk right now.

I'd like to be there
for him.

Did Reddington send you?

No.

But I know
he needs someone.

He can't win this war
by himself.

Are you asking
for my advice
or my approval?

Because Aram's in charge
of this task force.

Aram has deferred
to your wisdom.

Well, that puts me
in a challenging position.

Because Reddington
has a very different
agenda than we do.

Not so different.

He wants to stop a man
from destroying his life.

He wants to murder a man
in cold blood.

I won't assist him
with that.

I'm an FBI agent first.

But I can protect Raymond
and the organization

that I was once
a part of.

His work is the life blood
of everything we do here.

I can make sure
that's not compromised.

Did Harold
send you?

No, but he gave
his approval.

So you're here
on his behalf?

I'm here as your friend.

I've missed you a lot.

I hope it works out.

Marvin has declared
civil war against me for...

Control of all of it.

Losses are inevitable,

but perhaps
we can minimize them

if we move fast enough.

I'll set up a meeting
with some of the players.

Maybe up at the lake.

Yeah, that's straight
out of the playbook.

Unfortunately, Marvin
acquired my playbook

when he stole the DVDs
I recorded for Elizabeth.

We'd be walking
into an ambush.

The safe houses are out
of the question.

Marvin purchased
most of them for you

and knows about the rest.

I own a hunting lodge
up in Owego.

Up on
the Susquehanna River.

I bought it for
Marvin years ago,

a surprise
for his 50th birthday.

I never gave it to him.

It would've been
in poor taste.

Why? Because he doesn't know

how to shoot a gun?

No. I found out
his girlfriend was vegan.

I gave him three weeks

at a yoga retreat
in Tulum instead.

We'll fly up tonight.

Chuck, you and Santiago
stay with the team
at the warehouse.

And let's get word out
to some of the ones
we know we can trust.

Whoever can make it
should be at the lodge
in Owego by tomorrow.

I know what Reddington
pays you.

I cut the checks.

And I'm offering
to double it.

We've got a location.

Upstate New York,
sometime tomorrow.

Call Fisker.

Tell him to mobilize.

I'm gonna end this war

by tomorrow night.

So what do you say?

If you've ever wondered
what's worse than death,

I'll tell you now...
Cold cheese.

You see,
I can conceive death.

I distribute death.

It's a commodity
that's generally

earned in our business.

But cheese, straight out
of the fridge, or betrayal,

I personally
cannot conceive.

And therefore,
I fail to see it
coming every time.

Call it my blind spot.

As we speak, Marvin Gerard
is using the trust

I placed in him to attempt
to take over my organization.

Dembe, what's the latest?

You just lost
your shipping corridor

out of the Middle East.

Marvin Gerard
now controls

the trading hub
in Kuala Lumpur.

Would anyone care
for some chilled
Camembert?

No?

Bingo.

We'll move on Reddington's
Balkan route next.

The Russian sanctions
have created

a sweet spot
of instability.

Is Fisker's team
in place yet?

Waiting on confirmation.

Good.

I suppose everyone
has at least one bad
betrayal in their lifetime.

The challenge
is to not let it
diminish your trust

and faith in others
in the process.

You all are here with me
in this room

because you've demonstrated
tremendous reliability

and loyalty
over the years.

And you're also the ones
who could get here in time.

McDougal just arrived.

Ahh. The final member
of our little inner circle.

Better late than never.

Listen,
I need your commitment
now more than ever.

If we can
remain steadfast
together, vigilant,

we can stop the bleeding

and put our operations
back on their feet.

If we don't,
I fear we'll end up
like poor McDougal.

He accepted
a payout from Marvin
for his place on the map.

Wretched decision.

So, let's talk strategy.

All right,
your wire transfer
went through.

Thank you, Mr. Gerard.

I've arranged live
video feeds of the attack.

Maybe we can get a good shot
of Reddington going down.

I-I don't need to see that,

and I don't need
for him to suffer.

Tell your troops
to put him down quick.

It's a no-smoking room.
The whole hotel.

Didn't realize
the punishment
was death.

Take out your piece,
put it on that table,

and sit in that chair
over there.

I work
with Raymond Reddington.

I gathered.
How did you find me?

You were
on our radar the moment
you stepped into town.

Just a lone wolf
out for revenge, right?

Reddington just took out
Neville Townsend,

your boss and mentor.

A man you learned from
and even idolized.

A man who gave you
self-worth

when you were filled
with self-loathing.

When Neville's eyes
rested on you,

it was like a warmth
of sunshine on your face.

And now he's gone.

How do you know
all that?

That's who
Reddington is to me.

Then I'm as good
as dead.

Not necessarily.

You see,
if you really wanted
to avenge your boss,

you wouldn't take out Reddington.

You'd make him suffer.

That's what Townsend
was planning.

He wanted to murder
Elizabeth Keen

in front of Raymond,

because that would've been
the cruelest thing

that he could've done.

Much, much crueler
than killing him.

And I can help you do it.

Why?

Why would you do that?

I need Keen to die
and Reddington to live...

For my own reasons.

And if you can help me
pull it off,

you would be fulfilling
your mentor's dying wish.

How do I find Keen?

She'll have a GPS tracker
on her person

by this time tomorrow.

There's an app on here

that will lead you
straight to her.

As soon as Reddington
shows up,

take her out.

Obviously, our first step
is to stop the infection

from spreading any further
than it already has.

Won't be easy.

Marvin started
calling my people

in the middle
of the night.

Got most of them believing
that you stepped down.

Anyone else having
cell problems?

I suddenly can't
get a signal.

Raymond!

Curtains!
Shut the curtains!

Turn off the lights!

Why aren't our people
firing back?

Nobody in sight,
nothing to shoot at.

Single shooter?

Not likely.

How about
I spray the trees
and find out?

No, no, no, no, no!

Stay down low!

How did he find us?

I don't know.
But whatever army they hired,
they're combat-trained.

We need more guys,
bigger guns.

Line's cut.
Cell phones out.

They must be
jamming the signals.

CB radio?

Creepy, huh?

10-4, good buddy.

I just got a call
from a trucker

on the Southern
Tier Expressway.

He received
a distress call

on a CB radio
from a Mr. Homan,

who's under heavy fire
and needs immediate support.

He gave me coordinates.

I'll scramble
an HRT chopper.

Make it three,
with full tactical support.

Have them
on our rooftop in five.

Agent Ressler, gear up.

You're in charge
of the Tac Team.

How long
is this gonna take?

Their ammunition
won't last long.

In the meantime, you paid
for this entertainment.

Sit back
and enjoy the show.

Who is ready
for a good time?

Par-tay!

Tyson, really?
I got work here.

This is Polly,
and this is Esther.

Polyester!

Their real names.
Can you believe it?

No.

I got an antiquities shipment

stalled at a checkpoint
in Geneva.

I've got
to deal with it.

Play now, work later.

We are the Foolhardy Boys!

Enjoy the spoils
of your empire.

Okay, get out.
Come on.

Get the hell out. Go.

Whoa, whoa, okay.
Get 'em out of here!

Okay, okay, it's okay,
it's okay.
Get out!

He's not normally
like this.

It's okay.
I'll call you later.

What is wrong with you?

I had a message
on my voicemail
this morning.

He's coming back.

Wait. No. It's been,
what, two years
since he took off?

I was hoping
he was dead.

Well, he's not.

Where has he been?
I don't know.

Central America,
South America...

He was only in touch sporadically.

He'll be here tomorrow.

Maybe you should just take him
out when he shows up.

I can't.

He's my friend.

This is my last mag.

Mine too.

I don't think
we can hold them
off much longer

before they breach
the lodge.

You think Harold
got the message?

Well, the trucker's handle
was "Spanky Britches,"

so we got that going
for us.

Down! Down!

Oh, bother.

Come on.

Hiding in the pantry.

It's undignified.
Fight's out there.

Shh! Hold still.

You can't shoot
if you can't hold
a weapon straight.

You're a great friend.

I've missed you a lot.

Have I said that already?

If there's any comfort
in knowing

that there's one person
in your life

that will never
betray you,

then take
that comfort now.

There.

Oh, look. Duck call.

I had one like this
when I was a kid.

They're inside.

You ready?

To die, you mean?

Dembe, I've been living
the bonus round for years.

Stop! Stop!
Don't! Don't shoot!

Friendlies, friendlies!

Is that a duck whistle?

Are any
of my people alive?

Some. Ambulances
are on their way.

We arrived just after
the attackers breached,

but we were able
to drive them out.

Where are their bodies?

There are none.

I know we got some of them,
but, look, these guys

had full body armor on,
assault rifles...

I mean, they looked like
some kind of a death squad.

Dembe.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Boo.

How the hell did Marvin
know we were here?

I don't know.

Maybe another
one of your people
sold you out?

What, one of the dead
or wounded inside?

Seems unlikely.

Well, the only people
who knew about this lodge

were the people inside
that we called.

From the car.

The car.

Here it is.
I've switched it off.

We have to assume Marvin
put one of these

anywhere
he had access to.

Which is everywhere.

How do you want
to handle this?

Well, we swept the jet
and the warehouse.

We should clean the Airstream
and anywhere else we go.

But put this back in.

We may be able to use that
to our advantage.

How is she?

Stable.

You don't look
so good yourself.

Please don't go.

Not yet, Mierce.

I want you to stay,
both of you.

I've just struck on a plan

that will make it safe

for you to stay.

There, that's better.

Now at least
you look like him.

Like who?

Buluc Chabtan.

The Mayan god of war,

violent death,
and human sacrifice.

Nobody will ever be safe
around you, Raymond.

An army.

I bought a literal army.

And Reddington
is still alive.

You paid for services

that you'll receive.

These things take time.

But he was at a lodge

in the middle of nowhere!

Do you know how hard it is

to find a perfect
situation like that?

No offense,

but it was far from perfect.

The man was surrounded
by his people,

all of them armed.

Fine.

We'll pick the next point
of attack together.

I'll find a place
for us to meet.

We'll figure this out.

Damn!

So you're back to being
the number two.

Worse things could happen.

And they will happen,
my friend.

That man raises obsession
to a new level.

As soon as he's back,
all he's gonna think about
is Elizabeth Keen.

But that's handled.
The perfect crime, right?

Some guy pulled
the trigger for you,
and now he's dead, too.

No, no, no. See,
Raymond will find that
loose thread to pull,

and he will
keep pulling at it

and pulling at it

until he's unraveled
the whole poncho.

And I'll be exposed
as the traitor,

shivering underneath.

Okay, okay.

So what options
do you have?

I don't know.

I might be safe
if I could take away
his best tool.

He has an entire FBI team
in his pocket.

So how do we get them
in your pocket?

Mm.

The lead guy... Cooper.

Maybe there's a way
I leverage him,

turn him into my tool.

Somehow do a frame-up.

Okay, I got a guy,
a reliable guy.

Former NYPD, Reggie Cole.
Knows all the tricks.

We pulled
some scams together.

Maybe Reggie can figure out
a way to knock this guy

on his ass
for a couple hours.

When he's out cold,

you could plant
some bogus evidence on him.

Or maybe
when he's out cold,

we borrow
his service weapon
and shoot someone.

It's the only way
to do it right.

We get rid of someone
that he has the motive
to kill.

After a good
night's sleep,

Cooper wakes up
in a strange place,

and I'm holding the strings
to make him dance.

The numbers
are rolling in.

Eleven dead so far.

That's 11 murder charges
against you,

maybe more on the way.

You're really gonna
take the fall
for your entire team?

Cooper here.

Harold, I'm calling
to thank you

for saving my life
and Dembe's
and the others.

Red, as hell-bent as you are
on finding Marvin Gerard

to satisfy
your own purposes,

I'm just as hell-bent
on finding him
to satisfy mine.

What progress
have you made

with the operative
you captured?

Very little.

Although I must say, with us
working at cross purposes,

I'm very reticent
to tell you anything anyway.

I give you my word,

if I can figure out
who your man
in custody works for,

I'll tell you right away.

Harold, describe him
in detail.

Light eyes,
fair hair and skin,

extremely fit,
military bearing.

Any unique body features
or scars,

embarrassing tattoos,

white nationalist iconography,

mark of the beast?

Our attending physicians
said he clearly

once had multiple tattoos
on his arms,

but they've all
been removed.

You may have hit
pay dirt.

Henrick insists
on laser tattoo removal.

So if any of his soldiers
get captured
by the authorities,

they can't be identified.

You're looking
for Henrick Fisker.

Who is Henrick Fisker?

That was the extent
of our deal, Harold.

Happy hunting.

Henrick Fisker.

What was his pilot's name?

Gomez something?

Gomez.

Edward used to fly
choppers with him.

I'll bet Fisker's
still in New York.

We need to get to him
before the FBI does.

Our target is Henrick Fisker,
former captain of the MJK,

Norway's special operations
commando unit.

Fisker led
successful operations

against the Taliban
in Afghanistan

and conducted
anti-piracy raids
in Somalia.

After his military service,

Fisker formed
an international
mercenary army

of highly paid ex-commandos,

accepting only those
who could survive

his intense
training techniques.

Not all of them did.

My contact at Interpol said

they have
at least six confirmed
deaths of men who died

trying to make Fisker's army.

They were tough
in the field,
that's for sure.

So Gerard used Reddington's
money to buy an army
and to kill Reddington?

I'd be pissed.
Do we have any leads?

None yet, and Reddington's
working against us on this.

Whoever reaches Fisker first

may win the race
to Marvin Gerard,

so let's get on it.

Henrick.

While your troops
may be like some horde
marching out of Mordor,

it turns out your
helicopter pilot is not.

I just had a lovely chat
with Gomez.

What a sweet guy.
Mutual friends
and all that.

He sent his regrets,
by the way.

That's not the way
he put it, but...

Anyhoo, Gomez told me

he was supposed to pick you up

here to fly you to D.C.

to meet with Marvin Gerard.

I need to know exactly
when and where

that meeting
is scheduled.

Don't waste your time.

When my client buys my army,
he buys my loyalty.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
You're a mercenary.
You have no loyalty.

I'm a soldier...

You're a killer for hire.
How much do you want?

I won't sell him out.

You know, Henrick,

extracting the information
I need

from unwilling
participants is,

without a doubt,

the most tedious part
of my job.

But in your case, with your
legendary survival training,

this might be fun.

Why?
You enjoy torture?

No. Bobbing for apples.

He's really quite calm
under there.

How long, Red?

Till he's breathing water.

Okay. Thanks for trying.

Hey. Just, uh, checking in.

I talked to Homeland.
They've got nothing.

No intel on Fisker's location
or base of operations.

Okay, thank you,
but I'm checking on you.

I know how much you hate
riding a desk, and I'm sorry.

Don't be. I'm not fit
for the field right now.

My migraines, they're
only getting worse.

Now they're coming
with bouts of nausea.

Nausea, too?

Have you thought
about medical leave?

No. What I want

is to help the team
find Gerard before
Reddington does

and keep Cooper
out of jail.

There's actually no fun
in this at all.

How long has it been now?

Oh, my. 18 minutes.

What's the world record,
I wonder.

When we're young,
we feel so invulnerable.

Invincible.

Sadly, we're not.

No matter
how strong the will

or well-trained
the body and mind,

we're just
organic matter,

slowly decomposing
in bags of skin.

I'm happy to have provided
this late life lesson for you.

The question is,
have you learned
from it?

Or is it back
in the tub?

Agent Mojtabai.

Guys, it's Dembe.
They found Fisker.

Agent Zuma,
you're on with the team.

I'm sending you an address
to a rooftop

where you can pick up
Henrick Fisker.

Is he still alive?

Yes, Raymond
wanted to kill him,

but I convinced him
to allow the task force
to make the arrest.

Reddington
wouldn't leave
Fisker behind

unless you knew
Marvin's location.

We know where Marvin will be
in an hour and a half.

He and Fisker were to meet.
We're heading there now.

You need
to tell us where.

You cannot let Reddington
get to Gerard before us.

You know the stakes.

I can't share
that information.

I'm sorry. I made
a promise to Raymond.

You made a promise
to the Department
of Justice, as well.

You're the FBI agent, Zuma.

If you let Reddington
shoot Gerard,

you're an accomplice
to murder.

You'll lose everything
you worked for.

Come on, Dembe,
we're trying to keep
Cooper out of jail here.

I promised Raymond
I wouldn't tell you

where we're
meeting Marvin,
and I won't.

But Fisker might.

Maybe you can see a way
to make him talk.

I've got an address.
Agent Ressler, with me.

Agent Mojtabai, you know
what this case means to me,

and we're running
out of time.

I want to be there
when we reach Fisker...

With your permission.

Oh, my gosh, of course.

Uh, you go with Agent Ressler.

Agent Park and I
will hold down
the fort here.

Target arrives in about 45.

Goal is to take him alive.

But just in case,
I want shooters outside,
covering the exits.

You do not let that man
leave this building alive.

What if he brings
his army?
He can't.

He's expecting
to meet the commander
of his army here.

He could be expecting
a trap, too.

Normally, I'd agree, Chuck.

Marvin has the survival
instincts of a cockroach.

But we're gonna make sure
that, this time,

he doesn't see
the heel coming down.

Yes, Raymond?

I'm at the warehouse.
Can you pick me up?

Where are we going?

We need a secure location
out of town to regroup.

Julio offered his penthouse
on Park Avenue.

He's got a great chef

and no army's
gonna make a raid
on a Manhattan high-rise.

Besides, we've dealt
with Julio's doormen before.

They're not
to be trifled with.

I could barely get
my dry-cleaning

delivered last time
we were there.

I'll call the jet.

I got you.

You're not actually
gonna roll an army
down Park Avenue?

Don't be dense.

I know the private
landing strip

they use outside New York.

I'll tell Fisker as soon
as I see him.

And when Reddington
steps off his jet,

he can say hello
to a hail of bullets.

No blood,
no gunshot wounds?

How the hell did Reddington
make you talk?

Where'd they go?

Where'd you tell him you
were meeting Marvin Gerard?

Where?

Afraid there's nothing
in it for me

except a bullet
from Raymond Reddington.

And unlike you,

he will pull
the trigger.

So why did Dembe
send us here?

He specifically said,

"Maybe you can see a way
to make him talk."

Sounds odd. "See a way
to make him talk."

It's got
a built-in microphone.

We need to find
the building security room.

Well, this is unexpected.

You're slipping.

The old Raymond would've
never been caught

with his pants down
inside that lodge.

How many of our people
did you lose?

The battle was yours.
I can't deny that.

But the key
to winning a war

is to know your enemy.

And, Marvin, I can read you
like One Fish, Two Fish.

You think you know me?

Do you really,
you son of a bitch?

Here's what I think.
You're done.

You'd be circling
your wagons right now

if you had any wagons
left to circle.

Where are they meeting?

Culpeper Regional Airport.

Ressler just left
on a chopper.

Second one's on the way
to transport me

and Fisker
to the Post Office.

Culpeper is 70 miles
southwest of D.C.

When's the meeting start?

Anytime now.

I'm gonna make you
a one-time offer,

out of respect
for our shared history.

Walk away.

I'm actually
quite comfortable
where I am.

I'm serious.

Take your women
and go back to the jungle.

You were happy there.

And what if I don't?

I'll tell you what
if you don't.

I'm about to walk
into a meeting

that's guaranteed
to seal your fate.

'Cause I got
your number, pal.

I know exactly where you are
at every minute of every day.

I know where
you're going to be

before you even do.

You were saying, Marvin?

Here's the airport.

Ressler's helicopter
is still 30 miles out here.

He won't make it.

Take him to Holding.

Dembe, are you
at the airport?

No, I'm driving there now.

Ressler's on his way by air.

But not in time.

Reddington will kill Gerard,
and we can't stop him.

Oh, I think you can.

I should've shot you
the day you came back.

Why didn't you?

Why do you think?

Everything I did,
I did for you.

You just can't see it.

You took Elizabeth's life
from me.

I loved her
more than anyone
on Earth, Marvin.

You were going to give
that young lady
our life's work.

It wasn't fair.

No, it wasn't fair.

Hello. This is
FBI agent Harold Cooper.

I need to speak
to your operations manager immediately.

We have
a developing crisis
at your airport.

If it wasn't fair,
why did you do it?

Why did you
force my hand,
Raymond?

Because I know something
about you that you don't.

Something I saw
in your eyes
30 years ago,

the day
I interviewed you

to serve
as my personal solicitor.

What's that?

The void inside you.

And my power to fill it.

From that day forward,

I knew that I would be
your older brother,

your teacher,
your Pagan idol,

your hope and dread
and rapture.

I knew
that you were mine.

You aren't a leader,
and you never will be.

You were destined
to serve.

So, come quietly,

and none of these good people
around us will get hurt.

You smug bastard.

Screw you!

Attention. Please
evacuate immediately
to the nearest exit

and await
further instructions.

Check the gates!
Find him!

I repeat...

Check the other gate.

...instructions
from airport police.

Lewis, go down
to the baggage claim area.

Did you tell Harold?

There was
a security camera
on the rooftop.

I think they watched
the footage.

Harold Cooper.

You have no idea
what the hell you've done.

I told you
from the beginning,

I couldn't let you
kill him.

I couldn't let you
do it to me.

I couldn't let you
do it to Agnes.

Well, you just did it to you,
and you just did it to Agnes,

because we've lost him...

Elizabeth's killer
and your blackmailer.

This burns you as much
as it does me.

My team won't give up
the search.

Your team?

Your team doesn't function
without my team.

And I'll tell you what else
you've lost, Harold.

You've lost me, your most
important friend and ally.