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Whoa.

You got him good.

I get a kick out of this job.

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 04 Episode 13
"Isabella Stone"
Synchronized by srjanapala

Liz: Tom.

Tom, honey, wake up.

I was feeding Agnes...

She okay?
What's wrong with...

No, no, she's fine.

I was watching the news,

and there was a plane crash.

Honey,
it was your father's plane.

He died.

Reporter:
Authorities have confirmed

the plane belongs to
Howard Hargrave,

a sometimes controversial figure

in the field of
private military contracting.

His firm, Halcyon Aegis,
is among the largest...

I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm not gonna pretend I feel
something when I don't.

Honey, he was your father.

I guess.
I never really knew him.

I know it sounds cold, but my
father, my mother, that family,

whoever they are,
I'm not really interested.

Come on, honey.
You must have some questions.

You know, when I met my
mother she offered me a job.

As an operative, which seems
like it would be your dream job.

I meant what I said
when I turned her down.

And they're my past.

You and Agnes are my future,
and that's what I care about.

You can care about us and look
for the answers you need.

Well, that's the thing, I'm not
really looking for answers.

Except for one.

When did I become the old guy
that falls asleep on the couch?

Stratos: Is it true
about the courier?

Reddington: Yes.

I'm sorry, Raymond.

Stratos, we have to take
the bitter with the sweet.

Unfortunately,
it's not just one courier.

People are talking about
other setbacks.

I have a lead on three

cargo ships in Marseilles.

If they are as advertised,
we should purchase them.

Your travel itinerary.

I've booked a room for you and
Corina at La Maison De Mon Ami.

A very quiet, lovely villa on
the outskirts of Monte Carlo.

I've put $25,000 on account
in their private Casino.

An anniversary present.

Chin up, old friend.

Drink some champagne,
kiss on the balcony,

tip well at the tables.

We've been through worse.

I'll report back
once I've seen the ships.

And for this...

Thank you so much, red.

Where in your empire
does he fit in?

Mediterranean
Shipping Operations.

You have multiple
shipping operations?

A courier of mine was
murdered in Paris last night.

A man named plumber, killed
by our next blacklister.

Thank you.
For what?

Admitting upfront why
you're giving us this case.

It's a refreshing change.

I heard about Tom's father.
How did Tom react?

Disinterested.

Good.

Why do you say that?

The woman you'll be
looking for is

quite literally
a character assassin.

Her objective is to utterly
obliterate her target

by any means necessary.

Scandal, public humiliation,
extortion, theft, murder.

And her next target is you.

Yes.

She's ruthless
and will go to any length

to vanquish her victim, with no
regard for collateral damage.

Me.

I'm concerned.

What's her name?

I only know an alias.
Isabella Stone.

Liz: Dr. Eric Bannon,
world-renowned cardiologist

was charged in a series of
angel-of-mercy killings

due to lethal prescription
drug interactions

that were, in fact, engineered
by Isabella Stone.

How?

She hacked bannon's passwords

in order to access
the inpatient dispensary

and changed the patients'
prescription drug regimens.

Twelve died.

Now, according to
Reddington's sources,

one of the victims had a brother,
Ryuu Fujimoto,

Who engaged Isabella Stone to
Orchestrate Bannon's downfall.

2011. Bangladesh.

Fire broke out
in a Dhaka Ghetto Sweatshop.

Sixty-eight perished,
27 were children.

Subsequent news coverage exposed
horrific working conditions,

which were blamed by activists on
the factory's primary contractor,

Fit Thread Jeans, and their CEO,

Haute Couture Designer,
Cynthia Brooks.

Now, the scandal
rocked the industry.

Has he been admitted yet?

Has the doctor said anything?

Okay,
let me see if I can come out.

No, I wanna be there.

You said Stone went after one
of Reddington's Couriers...

Yes, and one of his accountants.

According to our last
Blacklister, Natalie Luca...

Typhoid Mary.

Liz: Stone hired her to kill
Reddington's Accountant

and money-launderer,
Zack Smoll.

Ressler, Navabi, get with DGSE.

See what they can tell us
about the murdered courier.

With all due respect, sir,

I feel like Reddington gave us
this case to protect himself.

Against someone we should be
interested in taking down anyway.

Well, can we at least
put a clock on it?

Why? Is there somewhere else
you have to be?

Look, I'm just saying.

If it turns out we end up doing
all the heavy lifting for him,

maybe we shouldn't devote
too much time to it.

I understand there's a line,
Agent Ressler,

and that you think he's
crossed it, but I disagree.

Reddington insists
his courier's death

was part of a larger threat.

And we're going
to investigate it.

Everything okay?

With the phone call?
Yeah.

- It's just stuff.
- "Stuff"?

Yeah. Stuff.
Everything's fine.

Samar: Thank you for coming,
Director.

We were hoping that the DGSE

could tell us about the
Hit-and-Run in Paris.

We actually know very little.

No identification.
No cell phone.

We understand he had over
$30,000 in us bills on him.

Counterfeit bills.
Untraceable.

We'd like to review
any eyewitness reports.

Well, I'll forward them
from the police prefecture

if you tell me
why you are so interested

in a random Hit-and-Run.

We believe
the victim was a courier.

For whom?

We're not at Liberty to say.

Raymond Reddington.

Your Intel could
help us with him.

You will have the eyewitness
reports within the hour.

As well as surveillance footage.

You have video
from the Hit-and-Run?

Of a nearby bar
where the victim had been

moments before the incident.

If it helps you
find Raymond Reddington

after all these years,

I'll be happy to help.

Reporter: Officials have
confirmed there were no survivors

in the recent crash
of the private plane

owned by ceo of Aalcyon Aegis,
Howard Hargrave.

Investigators are still on the
scene and will continue...

Tom: Dembe. Tell him it's me.

We need to talk.

Corina: I love this place.

I know you don't like him.

But Mr. Reddington, he takes
good care of his people.

Come on.

I want to go to the tables.

But I'm basking.

And I'm dying to bask
in that beautiful bathtub.

Bask away, but hurry.
Hmm.

I need my good luck charm.

Mmm.

Please don't shoot.

Oh, honey,
I'm not gonna shoot you.

The gun is just to
make sure you stay

quiet while
Charlotte strangles you.

We need the dress.

Bypass surgery?

Did you get a second opinion?

Well, when is he scheduled
to go under?

Yeah, I'm gonna try to get
there as soon as I can.

You too, mom.

Hey, extra-large
cherry slurpee says

I can get Mr. Cooper to say,
"you're going to Fredericksburg."

What are you talking about?

- What do we know?
- Okay. So...

I think I found something.

I've been combing through
the security footage

that the Paris Police
sent us from the Bar,

and watch this.

- Do you see it?
- See what?

Hideous sweater.

- The coffee cup in the corner.
- Samar: What about him?

I think he's watching
Mr. Reddington's courier.

- How can you tell?
- Okay, check it out.

At 42 minutes and 11 seconds
in, the courier gets up to go.

Now, watch the Sweater.

So what? He's thirsty.

No, no, no. Watch, watch.

See how long he's holding the
cup in front of his mouth?

How he is trying to be discreet?

He's talking into a mic.

And following Mr. Reddington's
courier out the door.

Can you get a better image?

Aram: I can, and I did.

Courtesy of new software
I downloaded from FAVIAU.

FAVIAU. Forensic audio and
video image analysis unit.

The chief engineer and I
are in a hacky sack circle.

- Hacky sack?
- Oh, yeah.

They're making a huge comeback.

Footbag workouts are actually a
great cardiovascular exercise.

- It's good for balance...
- Sounds great.

How about that image?

Aram: Boom.

Ressler:
That's a pretty picture.

- You get an ID?
- Yes.

Charles "Chip" Murphy.

Former NCIS Agent.
Delaware driver's license.

- Address?
- No fixed address

since his discharge
five years ago,

but he does own a storage unit
in Fredericksburg, Virginia.

You're going to Fredericksburg.

Tom: My father is dead.

She's the only one left
who knows who I am.

You're Elizabeth's husband
and Agnes' father.

Who I was.

You need to stay away
from Scottie Hargrave.

Yeah, I know. You said that.
My question is why?

My question is "why not?"

You have a wife and a child
and a life.

Leave well enough alone.

I told Liz I would,
that it didn't matter,

and it doesn't.

It wouldn't,
except that you told me

not to let scottie hargrave
know that I'm her son.

That if I did,
I would never find

the truth I've been looking for.

What does that mean?

He's dead, Tom.
What truth?

You knew my father.

I had a brief professional
relationship with your father.

A man who wrestled
with significant demons.

I know his wife, your mother,

is a manipulative creature whose
own husband didn't trust her.

Whose answers to the questions

you want to ask her
could never be trusted.

All that really matters is that

you vanished
off the face of the earth

nearly 30 years ago,

and yet here you are.

Leave the past in the past, Tom.

Nothing good will come from
digging up secrets.

Man: Sorry, sport.

I can't let you guys in a unit
unless you guys have a warrant.

Can you at least confirm
the name of the lessee?

No.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta
get back to the front office.

Give us a minute, okay.
We gotta make a few calls.

Let me call the us attorney's
office in Richmond.

See if I can't get an eta
on that warrant.

We don't have time for that.

For all we know, Murphy's on his
way back from Paris right now.

If there is something
incriminating in here,

then he might come back and get
it before we can get a warrant.

Jesus, keen,
you just got your badge back.

Because of Reddington.

He needs our help.

So what?
We just drop everything?

We put off everything
to help this guy.

No, it's too much, keen.
The guy demands too much.

I'm not going in there
without a warrant

and neither should you.

Raymond.

Elizabeth.

We found a pop-up safe house

used by one of Stone's
operatives, Charles Murphy.

He has dossiers and photographs
of Zack smoll, your courier,

and the man you were meeting
with the other day.

Reddington: Stratos?
Sarantos, yeah.

And there's a file on a woman
with the same last name.

Corina Sarantos. Is that his wife?
His sister?

I have to go.
Reddington, wait...

Seven or eleven.

Seven or eleven.

He just took the sedative.

Cue the wife in 30 seconds.

Raymond. I'm at the tables.

Stratos, listen to me.

You're in danger.
I can't hear you.

I gotta hang up.

Stratos.
I'll call you right back.

Yes!

You son of a bitch.

Corina, what are you...

You are drunk!

- What the...
- How dare you.

- We talked about this.
- Talked about what?

You. Reddington.

Lower your voice.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Stratos:
What the hell is wrong?

What did I do?

Not here.

Don't you dare pick that up.

Hello. Reddington:
Stratos, listen to me.

You and Corina,
you're in danger.

Red. I can't...

Stratos? Are you there?

If you can hear me,
get out of the hotel.

Stratos?

Stratos?

Are you there?

Let's move.

Perfect.

Although I do
think I wore it better.

On my signal.

Set.

Hotel security, please.

The people in the room
next door are having a terrible row!

Hurry!
I think he's killing her!

Samar: I'm excited.

This is my first time
in Monte Carlo.

A lifetime of
traveling the world

and I finally make it
to the Cote D'azur.

My favorite number is 36.

So if we get the chance, we're
going to the roulette table

and we're placing $100
on red 36.

What, you don't like 36?

You don't like red?

Hey.

My brother's
going in for surgery.

Oh, God.

Is it serious? What's wrong?

What's wrong is

I'm here in Monaco while my
brother's going in for surgery.

I mean, maybe if it was
for the right reason,

I wouldn't have a problem,

but it's not,
it's for Reddington.

He might as well
sign our checks.

We work for him.

What's wrong with your brother?

It's his heart.

They found a blockage.

He's gonna go in
for a bypass in the morning.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

A bypass is
very common these days.

It's good they caught it.

Ressler: So, this guy,
stratos, what do we know?

He was framed.

Judging by the preliminary
crime scene analysis,

I'd have to disagree.

I can count the things
I envy in this life.

Their relationship was one.

Corina was his soulmate.

I didn't kill my wife.

Gautier: Tell me about
Raymond Reddington.

There's nothing to tell.
She didn't like him, did she?

Is that why you killed her?

Because she didn't want you
working with Reddington?

I didn't kill my wife.

- She pushed you.
- No.

Slapped you.
That was not her.

She taunted you in public,
and five minutes later,

a witness reported hearing
her scream for her life.

That woman, whoever she was,
she was not Corina.

First your courier
and the bearer bonds.

Now stratos.

How are they connected?
Reddington: They're not.

But those bonds are traceable
back to a shell company I own.

A fact which I'm confident

Isabella Stone will use
to my disadvantage.

Nigeria. Yeah, one week.

Because they need doctors,
Albert.

You should come next time.

Gautier: We have witnesses
in the Casino,

in the stairwell,
the next room...

Stratos: Listen to me.
Please, believe me.

When I went back to the room,
Corina was already dead.

We have your fingerprints
on her neck.

Because they put them there.

Somebody drugged me.

My hands...

They put my hands on her neck.

"They" did?

The people who framed you?

A mild-mannered
leasing agent for cargo ships,

here to celebrate
your wedding anniversary.

Our 23rd.

Tell me about
Raymond Reddington.

Cooper: How much does
stratos know about your operations?

I first met Stratos Sarantos

when he was running guns to Cypriot
Resistance Fighters in 1987.

For more than 20 years

he's overseen my
shipping concerns

from the Bosphorus
to the Suez Canal.

He knows enough.

So you are afraid he'll talk.

Stratos is very loyal.
I'm not afraid he'll talk.

I'm afraid of what they'll
do to him when he won't.

You know who they are? FBI.

Reddington: Your people are on site?
Cooper: Yes.

With all the necessary
extradition documents.

That won't be enough.
They want me to give you over.

But you're up on a murder charge,
so you're not going anywhere.

Reddington: Isabella Stone
has linked stratos to me.

Baited the hook.

Until he helps them reel me in,

the only place he's going
is a very deep, dark hole.

We reviewed the hotel security
footage from the corridor.

One way in, one way out.

The only two people
to enter this room

in the 27 hours
preceding the murder,

besides the maids, were Mr.
Sarantos and the victim.

Who found the body?
Gautier: Hotel security.

There was a call from a guest
complaining about a loud commotion.

A guest?

Is this an adjoining room?

Yes. Room 21.

Did you interview them?

Her. No.

Unfortunately, she checked out
soon after the incident.

Quite shaken,
according to the clerk.

We'll need access to the room.

So much for one way in.

All right,
the hotel takes photocopies

of every guest's passport.

This is the person registered in
room 21 the day of the murder.

Hallie Johnson?
Oh, no, it's a fake.

A very good one.

But face facial recognition
gave us another hit.

Her real name is Charlotte Hart.

Did you find a connection
between her and Murphy?

They both worked for this woman.

Murphy as a private investigator
and hart as an event planner.

Isn't that Judith pruitt? The
one whose husband was arrested?

Yeah, Gavin pruitt.
Ceo of pruitt securities.

One of the first big
wall street pyramid schemes

to go down in the late '90s.

Pruitt insisted he was innocent,

but in the end, he was
convicted on 11 Felony Counts.

Perjury, money laundering,
securities fraud.

Sentenced to 10 years
at FCI Petersburg.

In the end, he was stabbed to
death by a fellow convict.

What if he was innocent? Or
Judith thought he was innocent?

She stood by him.

Through the trial,
the sentencing.

Her support was unflagging.

Liz: Look at the victimology.

Dr. Eric Bannon,
an esteemed Cardiologist,

butchering his patients
for fat fees.

Cynthia Brooks,
an international fashion icon,

exploiting
third-world child labor.

Red Reddington, crime kingpin.

Powerful and guilty as sin,
all of them.

What better way
for the bereaved wife

of an innocent man,
a powerful man...

Destroyed, humiliated,
imprisoned and murdered.

What better way
for her to strike back

than to inflict the same fate
on the guilty?

I've heard that she's
very active around town.

Political fundraisers,
charity events.

Aram: Okay, you're right. From
what I've been able to find,

she's been keeping up
social appearances

ever since her husband died.

I did some digging on social
media, and found this.

Sorry, not that.

All right, this is it.

According to their event page,

she is a major donor and will be at
their fundraiser this afternoon.

At the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Um... Detective Kotchwar?

Nope. He's retired.

Uh, sir, sir, please.
Just one minute.

Thirty years ago,
you were the lead detective

in the disappearance of a boy

who vanished from a
rental home in Oean City.

His name was
Christopher Hargrave.

Yeah, he didn't vanish.

Can you tell me what happened?

He died.

Sir, that's not possible.

What makes you think that?

Because I'm
Christopher Hargrave.

Monsieur Leroy Bloom?

Twenty-five years in Chicago,
parking on the street,

and my car gets
taken in Monte Carlo.

I'm telling you,
my mother used to say,

"a driver's license is nothing

"but an invitation to
injury and heartache."

- She was agoraphobic, but...
- Monsieur, did you see the

person who took your vehicle?

Yes, absolutely I saw them.

They took the damn thing
right in front of me.

They had the audacity to
wave as they went away.

A description.

Well, the one...

The white one had a ponytail.

The other, the black one,
very worked out.

He must drink
a ton of those muscle shakes.

- The car?
- Gray Mercedes.

CLS550.

License plate,

"b" as in "Boy."

"A" as in "Apple."

Please. Just say the letters.

Right, okay.

B-A-2-0-4-T...

R.

God knows where they are now, and
what they've done to my car.

Woman: Ladies and gentlemen,

our fundraising efforts have
once again exceeded our goals,

allowing us to continue
to help needy people

in every country on earth.

I now have the distinct pleasure

to introduce the man
behind all this good work.

Our chairman,
Dr. Justin Sperry.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, friends.
Isn't this a glorious day?

I'm sure you all feel terrific.

You know why?

Because it feels
good to do good.

We've saved thousands
and thousands of lives

by delivering everything from basic
medical care and immunizations

to advanced prosthetics and
sophisticated surgical procedures.

Facial reconstruction,
spinal fusions...

Right on schedule.

Aram: One of
the physician volunteers

for the Sperry
Medical Foundation

was just arrested
by NigerianCustoms

for trying to smuggle
$22 million in bonds

held by one of Mr, Reddington's
Shell Corporations.

Oh, man, it is
all over the news.

"Sources allege
that the charity's a front

"to bypass inspections and move
contraband between borders.

"The chairman of the foundation is Dr.
Justin Sperry,

"and he is the keynote speaker
at today's Charity Gala."

I... excuse me,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is part of Isabella Stone's
Campaign against Reddington.

She's killed others because
they worked for Reddington.

If Sperry does, too, discrediting
him may not be all she has planned.

Get a SWAT team
and get to that event, now.

And he's on the move.
It's time.

That's them, 100%.

Pony tail, muscle shake.

D'accord, Monsieur Bloom.

We'll need your passport again
for some paperwork,

and you should have
your car right away.

I can't thank you enough.

And I apologize in advance.

Drop it. Please.

And would you do me the
courtesy of sliding it over?

Lovely.

Unlock it.

Reddington?
Uh-uh, uh-uh.

Stratos.

I knew you'd come.

Time to go, my friend.

Agent Keen, FBI.

Great. You're here
to arrest him now?

You're too late. He's gone.

I'm not looking
for Dr. Sperry.

I'm looking for this woman,
Judith Pruitt.

I don't understand. Judy is
the only one that was nice.

Everyone else walked out.
Some people stormed.

They said the most horrible
things about Justin,

- after all the good work he's done.
- Do you know where she went?

Did she say?

- She's with him.
- She insisted.

She said he shouldn't be alone,
so she followed him home.

- He can drive?
- Of course not.

He uses a service.

It picks him up and takes him
where he needs to go.

Let me look at you.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

I can't make it.
Yes, you can.

Red, go. You have to go now.

No, no. We're not
leaving you here.

We need to move.

He won't survive the escape.

He's right.

Red, I won't make it.

Just give me a gun.

It's okay.

If we go now, we can make it.

Please go.

It's okay. Go.

Whatever happens,
whatever you do,

just know your children
will be cared for

and your honor is intact.

Raymond. No.

Aram, we just touched down.
We're heading to you now.

Where are we on the case?

Okay, we have a lead
on Isabella Stone

and the man we believe
to be her next target,

the chairman of
the Sperry Medical Foundation,

on their way to his home
in Falls Church right now.

Okay, well,
what did the doctor say?

Can you text me an address?

Sending now along with satellite
imagery of the property.

Agent Keen and
a team are en route.

All right, well, please call
me when he gets out, then.

Have you called ahead?
Aram: Yes.

And Sperry's a paraplegic
with a live-in nurse.

I've tried calling a bunch of
times, but no one's picking up.

Keep trying.
What's her name?

Gretchen! Gretchen!

I don't think she's in any
condition to hear you now.

She has quite
the drinking problem.

My friend, Mr. Murphy, took the
liberty of letting himself in

when she was at the dry cleaners
picking up your suit today.

Slipped a little something
into her Brandy.

I don't understand.
What do you people want?

Nothing that's not well within
your skill set, Dr. Sperry.

All we want is for you
to tell the truth.

Charlotte.

Cooper: I told you
we'd handle stratos.

Yes, well, you failed.

Breaking him out
was never our intention.

I did what I thought
was necessary.

And now he's dead.

A man you said would do
anything to protect you.

Isabella Stone.

She used the bonds
to expose your involvement

in the Sperry
Medical Foundation.

I'm told you have a location.

Correct. Keen, Ressler
and Navabi are in pursuit.

I need to speak with her
the moment she's detained.

That's not gonna happen.

I wasn't asking permission.

Hey, I stood by you.

Signed off on cases that are
increasingly personal to you.

I have done that over the
objections of both agents I respect

and superiors I answer to.

So before you start telling me
what is it you want...

Maybe we shouldn't have
gone there, Raymond.

You keep putting yourself in
more and more danger every year.

Every day.

And people are
dying all around you.

I don't know
how to respond to that.

I'm not going to read this.

This is nonsense.
Isabella: Is it?

Because my source
was quite certain

that Reddington has donated
millions to your foundation.

You have no proof.
Isabella: But we do.

Our sources provided us
with a boringly large number

of financial documents detailing
wire transfers between

Reddington's Shell Companies and
the Sperry Medical Foundation

And the rest? This allegation
that we've acted as some sort of

personal courier for him
to move contraband?

That's a disgusting lie.

And you know as well as I do

that those bonds were planted
in my doctor's suitcase.

Which is why I am so glad

that I can count on people
buying into appearances.

Cubic zirconia.

But the bonds are just
not damning enough.

I so need your cooperation.

- Forget it. I won't do it.
- You will.

And I urge you to be convincing.

After all,
your life depends on it.

To enter the water
strapped into that wheelchair.

The last tragic act
of a desperate man,

his charity exposed

as being part of an
underground Shipping Cartel

for a notorious criminal.

Nobody's going to believe this.

I think they will.

Trust me, Dr. sperry.

No matter how Sterling
your reputation,

people will believe
the most awful things.

All right! All right! All right!
All right.

I'm glad we're on the same page.

Let's get started.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Those of you who have
been kind enough

to support
the Sperry Medical Foundation

in the past with
your contributions,

and especially the brave
and skilled physicians

who have selflessly
volunteered their services,

I owe you all a heartfelt
apology and a confession.

For decades,

I have not only accepted millions
of dollars from Raymond Reddington,

a known criminal,

but have deliberately
subverted our stated mission,

using our access
to various host-nation...

Help! Help!

FBI! Hands!
Let me see your...

Samar:
Who are you working for?

Who contracted you to go after the
people working for Reddington?

You should be thanking me.

- For what?
- For targeting him.

- Hurting him.
- The name.

Unless I'm mistaken, Reddington
is on your most wanted list.

Samar: And to get him, we need
to get the people close to him.

The person who hired you
knows who those people are.

See, you want to
hurt Reddington.

We want to capture him.

Seems like we both
want the same things.

I can assure you we do not.

Well, you're looking
at life in prison.

So, maybe you help us,
and we'll help you.

I can help you.

But I'm never gonna do that.

I was relieved to
hear about Justin.

He's a good man.

Is there any truth
to Stone's allegations?

Only insofar as I have made

substantial anonymous
contributions to his foundation.

But there have never been
any strings attached.

I consider Justin to be a Saint.

Or as close to a Saint as
one can be in this world.

You know him?

I met him a decade ago
in west Africa.

The who and the
Gabonese Ministry of Health

had declared a hemorrhagic
fever outbreak

in the Ogooue-Ivindo Province.

I happened to be in
the area transporting...

Materials to
the Congolese border

when we ran into an
improvised roadblock

of broken crates
and rusty barrels.

I ordered my men
to clear the road,

and out steps this young,
skinny kid,

fresh out of
Harvard Medical School.

Justin hadn't yet
lost the use of his limbs,

although even then,

he was showing
early signs of the ALS

that would eventually
claim his mobility.

But he was fearless.

A lion.

He demanded to
commandeer our convoy

in order to transport
refugees to Ekata.

He was unarmed.

I had
a security detail of a dozen

International Battle-Hardened
Mercenaries.

What did you do?

In the face of that kind of...

Will...

I re-organized my cargo
and complied with his demands.

What progress have you made
with Isabella Stone?

None. She won't cooperate.

If someone hired her to come
after you, she won't say who.

The truth will out.
It always does.

What is this?
For Agnes.

Ah! It's beautiful.

You'll find your time with her
goes by too quickly.

That's why
cuckoo-clocks are perfect.

I don't really
care what time it is,

I just want to
hear the bird sing.

Your brother?

He's fine.

But he might not have been.

I should have been there.

You were working.

Whether Reddington is
involved or not,

it's your job.

He's my brother.

I should have been there.

Richard:
When I went into his room,

there was a little light on.

Like a night light,
enough to get around.

Police officer: And you had
a knife at that time?

Richard: Yeah.

When I came in through the
kitchen, there was a thing there.

That holds knives.
By the oven.

I grabbed one.

Police officer: Did you put
the knife in your pocket?

Richard: Yeah.
Didn't need it.

When I walked up to him,
he was sleeping there.

Like a doll or something.

Hey, babe, you know,
I was thinking about your dad

and you're right.
We should just let it lie.

I don't think that there's any reason
for us to look into your past.

Yeah. About that...

Honey, these are police reports.

What do those have to do
with your dad?

They don't.
They're about me.

Who is that?

Tom: That's Richard game.

The man who murdered me.

When I picked him up, he sort
of looked at me a minute.

Like maybe he knew me.

Then he started
slapping or hitting.

So I put my hand over his mouth.

Guess he was trying to fight.

Isabella, we have
much to talk about.