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Previously on
The Blacklist...

Guard Elizabeth and
when the time comes,

make sure Karakurt
reaches the FBI safely.

Where is Reven Wright?

Last time we talked
she mentioned a Tommy Markin.

Laura Hitchin is in the Cabal.

Why would Venezuela agree
to such a ridiculous proposal?

The ability to print as much
money as he'd like to print.

Elizabeth Keen, I'm here
to escort you downtown,

where you'll be held safely
pending your arraignment.

Gather your team.

It's time to take down
the Cabal.

You're late.

Um, be careful with that.
I'm not due for an upgrade--

♪ you can run on
for a long time ♪

♪ run on for a long time ♪

♪ run on for a long time ♪

♪ sooner or later
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ sooner or later
God'll cut you down ♪

♪ I've been down
on bended knee ♪

♪ talking to the man
from Galilee ♪

♪ he spoke to me
in the voice so sweet ♪

♪ I thought I heard the shuffle
of the angel's feet ♪

♪ he called my name,
and my heart stood still ♪

♪ when he said,
"John, go do my will" ♪

♪ go tell that
long-tongue liar ♪

♪ go and tell that
midnight rider ♪

♪ tell the rambler, the gambler,
the back biter ♪

♪ tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ tell 'em that God's
gonna cut 'em down ♪

My kinda girl.

♪ go tell that
long-tongue liar ♪

♪ go and tell that
midnight rider ♪

♪ tell the rambler, the gambler,
the back biter ♪

♪ tell 'em that
God's gonna cut you down ♪

Hello, Harold.

You look pretty well,
considering.

Thank you all for coming.

I apologize for
the security protocols,

but my better half insists.

Just the fact that
you are all here

is a testament to
the deep concern we share

for Elizabeth Keen's safety
and well-being.

The threat from forces within is
proving to be more powerful

and far-reaching than one could
ever have imagined.

I've asked you here

because we have one chance
to save Elizabeth.

But to do that,
we must work together.

So...

Oh, my God,

this is why I'm a terrible
bridge player.

With anyone else,

Steve Lyditt would have won
the North American pairs.

We didn't even make it
through regionals.

I abhor working with a partner.

Sharing my hand with anyone goes
against every instinct I have.

But such is life. Here we are.

So, five weeks ago,

I called the Metro PD
to report

a sighting of Raymond Reddington
at the Del Rio diner.

I created a hostage crisis
so you would be so kind as to

release my attorney,
Marvin Gerard, from prison.

That day, Marvin and I
conceived a plan

to exonerate Elizabeth Keen
by targeting the Cabal,

and, in particular,
the Director.

Since that day,
everything we've done

has been in service
of that plan.

The Verdiant case

has resulted
in catastrophic damage

to the Cabal's finances.

The client list we took from
The Djinn

gave us leverage
with key players in the Cabal

to further isolate and weaken
the Director's influence.

With Andras Halmi,
or... part of him,

we cut a gaping hole

in the Director's golden parachute...

...leaving him nothing to run with

and causing even
further distrust

and divisions within the Cabal.

But the Zal Bin Haasan case
has opened a window

of opportunity we must slip
through with great haste.

To save Elizabeth, we must
execute a specific attack,

one so impactful,

it will force the Cabal to
completely abandon the Director

and publicly exonerate
Elizabeth Keen.

What the hell
do you have in mind?

See, this is why I don't
play well with partners.

Don't fret, Harold.
I'm holding all the trumps.

I'll be the declarer,
you be the dummy,

and we'll win the hand.

Anything else?

Good.

Let's begin.

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We are over the convoy now,

as FBI vehicles
speed Agent Keen

to the federal courthouse.

Sources say
she'll appear before a judge

authorized to preside
over matters

of top national security.

The name of that judge
has not been released.

There is no record of the case

on any official court docket.

Local PD in West Virginia
must've leaked the arrest.

I'm counting four choppers.

We're getting word
of a crowd

assembling at the courthouse,
sir.

- Might get a little messy.
- They were gonna kill me.

The Director wasn't taking me to
any black site for questioning

about actionable Intel.

If you hadn't shown up
when you did, I'd be dead.

I'm sorry, Keen.

I expected the Director
to try something,

but I also expected Reven Wright
to be there to intervene.

What happened?

I think Laurel Hitchin
killed her...

or had her killed.

My God.
They're in the White House.

Hey, look, Reven may be gone,

but the safeguards
we put in place

for your arrest
are still intact.

She arranged for your case
to be heard by a judge

she trusted completely.

As much as she trusted
Laurel Hitchin?

Pending trial,

you'll be housed under
military guard at Fort Meade.

We can keep you safe there,
Liz.

I wouldn't have brought you in
if I didn't believe that.

I need a pen and paper.

Against protocol, ma'am.

I don't have a will.

Give her the damn pen and paper.

Who do you want me
to give this to?

Uh...

Tell you what.

I'll hold on to it.

Give it back to you
when this is all over, okay?

You ready?

No.

She's already dead.

The only way she gets out
of that building

is if they carry her out.

No.

Place is a fortress--

metal detectors, cameras,
US Marshals.

It's not gonna be easy
to get to her.

It wasn't easy to kill
the OREA agents or the Senator.

It doesn't have to be easy
to get done.

Which is exactly what
you're gonna tell

the US Attorney.

Save her life,
maybe yours in the process.

Your whole plan,

freeing the girl,

it all depends on me.

Me talking,
telling the truth--

which, if I do,
is a death sentence.

Makes me think I'm not getting
enough out of the deal.

You agreed to talk.

Maybe I got cold feet.

Cold feet.

Take a look.

The woman I love is in there
because of you.

So let's be clear.
If you talk,

there is a chance
they will kill you.

But if you don't talk,

I will definitely kill you
very slowly.

You should also know that
I know where your sister is.

Mm-hmm. Up in that hole
where I found you.

I've killed a lot of people
to get this done.

Don't think
I won't do it again.

When I get the call, I'm walking
you into that federal building

and you... will... talk.

That's it?
That's your plan?

- You want to abduct the Director
of Clandestine Services? - Yes.

Okay, I, uh, really, really
do not like that guy,

and I-I want to be
a-a team player and all,

but this sounds a little like--

Treason?
That's because it is.

Not to mention
seditious conspiracy

- and felony kidnapping.
- For which you could all spend

the rest of your lives
in prison.

What are you going to do?
Ransom him back to the Cabal?

They won't exonerate Keen
to get him back.

Agreed. That's why I have
something in mind

that's infinitely more
persuasive than ransom.

We've been monitoring the man
around the clock.

He and his wife
are in marital therapy.

I'm actually a great proponent
of marital therapy.

Worked for me.

Then again, I had sort of
a... thing for the therapist.

Lovely voice.

You were in therapy?

The Director's wife is
a pill popper--

downers mainly, to deal with
panic attacks and anxiety.

They see a psychiatrist
every Wednesday morning,

Doctor Oren Huffnagel.

His wife meets him
at the Middleton building.

A real creature of habit.

She gets a latte every day
at the same shop,

and then, on Wednesdays, she
walks over for the appointment.

The Director takes a scaled-down
security team-- two agents,

one of whom stays in the lobby.

Sounds great, except
tomorrow's not Wednesday.

Yes, which is why we'll
need a ruse

that prompts the Director to go
see the good doctor tomorrow.

And what do we do with him
once we have him?

Your arraignment's tomorrow morning.

We got authorization
to keep you here overnight.

Hey, don't worry.

I'm not going anywhere.

Cooper reached out
to Allison Gaines.

The criminal defense attorney?

One of the best in the country.
She'll be here in the morning.

One more thing...

Yeah, it's me.

- Are you all right?
- I'm here.

Lizzy, you will make it
through this.

Everything happens tomorrow.

Agent Ressler won't
let you out of his sight.

Thank you.

- I want her taken out tonight.
- Calm down, Peter.

The problem of Elizabeth Keen

will be resolved
by this time tomorrow.

Listen, we could have her
commit suicide in her cell.

Agent Ressler's with her now,
and he won't leave her tonight.

- We'll finish this tomorrow.
- How?

We've been developing some new
assets at the courthouse.

- I've got someone in mind.
- Who?

Agent Keen will never make it
to Fort Meade.

I promise you that.

You promise me that? You do?

We're done, Peter.

You look tired.

There'll be plenty of time
to sleep when this is over--

- for both of us.
- When's the lawyer coming?

Courthouse opens
in half an hour.

Thank you.

♪ hey ♪

♪ got to, got to payback ♪

♪ payback ♪

♪ revenge ♪

♪ payback ♪

♪ revenge ♪

♪ I'm mad ♪

♪ payback is a thing
you got to see ♪

♪ hell ♪

Wait. Uh, wait, we must be on
the wrong floor.

I thought you said this is where

the Director and his wife
get therapy.

It will be.

The routine is always the same.

The unhappy couple arrive
separately

and are escorted into the lobby
by two agents.

One agent remains downstairs
watching the entrance,

the other escorts them
onto an elevator

to ensure they ride alone
in their misery.

Dr. Huffnagel is
on the sixth floor,

suite 612, catty-corner
to the elevators.

Yeah, I still
don't get it.

If his office is on
the sixth floor,

why are we on the eighth?

The layout of every floor
in the building is identical.

All we need to do is recreate
the sixth floor on the eighth.

♪ carry on ♪

- ♪ carry on ♪
- Whoa.

Whoa, indeed.

I need you to access
the elevator system

to make sure that when
that agent presses 6,

the elevator takes them to 8,
where we'll be waiting.

Oh, that is so cool.
Sleight of hand.

I love magic.

♪ let me hit him,
hit him, hit him ♪

But, uh, the real trick is going
to be getting the Director here

in the first place.

Harold Cooper
and Agent Navabi

are working on that
as we speak.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- It's all right. I'm fine.

Oh-- no, it's my fault.
Let me get you another one.

- No, really. It's all right.
- Please, I insist.

All right, thank you.

Hi. I just bumped into
this nice lady and her coffee.

- I'd like to buy her another one.
- It was a latte.

Here you go.
Again, I am so sorry.

It's okay. Thank you.

The figurine
on the sixth floor?

The one under that mirror
that's opposite the elevators.

We couldn't find a duplicate.

I can try to find something
similar, but--

Good night.
It's not the Hope Diamond.

- Steal the damn thing.
- And while I'm at it,

shall I smile
for the security cameras?

Apples.

Get a bowl.
Something glass, crystal.

What if he notices? Dearie, this
could blow the whole thing.

- He won't.
- She said, what if he does?

I know what she said, Marvin.
Why are you still here?

Everybody likes apples.

Are you all right, ma'am?

I don't know
what's happening.

I-- I'm dizzy.

Hang on. I got you.

We're gonna go right here.

Thank you, I-- I'm--

I can call 9-1-1.

No, my--
my heart, it's racing.

- I can't get my breath.
- I'm calling an ambulance.

No, no, I-I get panic attacks.

I-- I... oh.

Oh, my God.

- I'm...
- You're okay.

My-- my doctor.

Huffnagel.
It's in my contacts.

If you could-- please...

Yes, hello.
Is Dr. Huffnagel in?

Yes, I'm-- I'm here
with, uh...

Lynda. Lynda Kotsiopulos.

Lynda Kotsiopulos.
She's, uh, dizzy.

Seems to be a panic attack
of some sort.

Yes, she's right here.

Lynda?
Is everything all right?

I think something's wrong.

I think
I'm having another episode.

- Have you taken your medication?
- Yes, yes. Peter--

you have to call Peter.

Listen, you just--
you have to get ahold--

I'm calling Peter right now.
You're gonna be fine.

Okay.

Could you help me get a cab,
please?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Elizabeth Keen. Allison Gaines.

Marshals will clear the floor
and give you two some privacy.

Harold Cooper warned me.

He said
you wouldn't look like much.

What does that mean?

It means my business is
monsters, Agent Keen.

And I've met a lot of them.

All charged with a lot less
than you are, sweetie.

You don't look like a monster.

Is this how you start all
your client consultations?

I've read the complaint.

The US government is formally
charging you

- with 16 counts of capital murder.
- 16?

14 CIA agents killed
in the OREA bombing,

the Senator you infected--
Hawkins-- and, oh, yes,

the Attorney General
of the United States.

There are other charges--

the off-duty cop you shot
on the run.

I'm innocent.
I'm being framed.

So the two witnesses

who saw you execute Tom Connolly
were mistaken?

Listen to me.
I won't lie to you.

I've been on this case 24 hours,
and what I see looks bad.

They're gonna kill me. Today.

Mr. Iverson,
thank you for coming.

So, you're aware of
what we're asking?

And you think
you can get it done?

It won't happen in the pens.

I work courthouse security,
but not in that area,

and you can't have weapons
around the cells.

I can do it when they move her.

As long as it gets done.

This is Assistant US Attorney
Andrew Barrett.

When you're arrested, your case
will go to him for prosecution.

I assume you recognize
Judge Sanborn?

They can steer
the case to me.

I'll order a psychiatric exam,

which will be done by
one of our people.

With Mr. Barrett's consent,
you'll be declared not guilty

by reason of insanity
or mental defect.

You'll spend
a couple of years

at a psychiatric facility
of our choosing,

then be released.

You'll be a free man

with some very powerful
and grateful friends.

If I don't make it, I want
the money to go to my kids,

not my ex-wife.

Just get the job done.

Oyez oyez. All rise.

This court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge
Harrison Trotter presiding.

Calling United States
vs. Elizabeth Keen.

Good morning, Your Honor.

Allison Gaines
for the defendant.

Assistant US Attorney
Douglas Young

for the government.
As you know, Your Honor,

this matter has national
security implications.

- You've seen the complaint.
- So have I, Your Honor.

And in the interest of time,
we waive any formal reading

- of the rights and charges.
- Denied.

Excuse me?

That may be the ordinary course
of business,

but there is nothing ordinary
about the charges

against your client.

Ms. Keen, the United States
government has charged you

with 16 counts
of capital murder.

Each one exposes you
to a death sentence.

- Do you understand that?
- Yes.

That's aside from the treason
and espionage charges,

which are also
capital offenses.

Mr. Young, please read the names
of the victims.

From the Office of Russian
and European Analysis--

Case Officer Daniel Allen,

Case Officer Joanne Dobbs,

Case Officer Rebecca Haft,

Case Officer Marshall Masik.

I can only hope you smuggled me
in here for an exclusive.

I need a favor.

I'm a reporter.
I don't do favors.

There's gonna be a new
development in the Keen case.

- What development?
- It's gonna break, and when it does,

I need you and your friends
to be there.

So much for the exclusive.

Fine. But I get something
in return.

Your story.

The story of the FBI agent
who hunted down his own partner.

Over dinner.

And a really expensive
bottle of wine.

You and your pals show up,
I'll take you to Teroni's.

I'll call you when we're ready.

She's in with the judge now.
You ready?

- Waiting on you.
- Get Karakurt in position.

As soon as I hear from
Reddington, we go.

You're on.

It's your moment of truth.

He looks worried.

Almost as if he got a call
from his wife's shrink

telling him
she's having a panic attack.

He's on his way to you now.

- Aram, he's getting on elevator 22.
- Okay.

Mr. Reddington,
be advised...

Director arriving on
the eighth floor in five,

four, three, two...

Baz.

He knows.

Give it a second.

Everybody likes apples.

Is my wife here?

Dr. H. is with your wife now.
I'll take you back.

Where's Dorothy today?

She's out.
Her daughter is sick.

I'm Pamela.

Don't worry.

Lynda's fine.

He's not coming.

I'm sure he's coming,
Lynda.

I'll try his office again.

Director's line.

Doctor Huffnagel here.

I'm sorry to call again,
but I'm here with Lynda,

and she's wondering
if Peter is on his way.

What do you mean?

The Director got to your office
two minutes ago.

No. He didn't. If he had--

He's under. Let's move.

I'm looking for the Director.

So are we.
His wife is waiting--

Hey! You can't go in there.

Where is he? Where is Peter?

What's going on?
Where the hell are you guys?

We're in the doctor's office.
I'm in the waiting room.

No, you're not.

The Director's not here.

They took a freight elevator.

Oh...

Okay. Te llamo.

Peter! Welcome back.
Boy, you were out!

Like carrying
a bag of boulders.

What the hell have you done?

I envy anyone who can sleep
soundly on a plane.

Then again, I've never been
injected with propofol.

You have the post toasties?

Where the hell are we?

What is this?
I'm-- I'm your hostage now?

Heavens, no.
Nothing nearly so pedestrian.

The fact is, you're not
my prisoner at all.

You're officially
in the custody

of the Bolivarian Republic
of Venezuela.

You must know Mr. Diaz,
Foreign Minister

and National Security Advisor
to the Venezuelan President.

Mr. Kotsiopulos.

On behalf of my government,

you are hereby under arrest
for war crimes

and crimes against humanity

in violation of
the Geneva Convention

and international law,
as established

by the 1998 Rome Statute.

Oh, my God.

Oh, your God can't help you now,
Peter.

You're traveling
over the Atlantic,

on the Venezuelan President's
Airbus,

- on your way to The Hague.
- You're insane.

I wouldn't know.

But you're going to have
the distinguished honor

of becoming the first American
official ever

to be charged with even
a single war crime,

let alone the slew of them

you will undoubtedly be
accused of

- before the week is out.
- This won't happen.

United States isn't party
to the Rome Treaty.

We don't recognize
its authority.

But Venezuela does.

And cases can be referred
to the court

by any country
that is a signatory.

You know as well as I do,
even better given your position,

the international court
has been investigating

the US government
and the CIA

for any number of
alleged crimes.

The drone program,

the rendition of
foreign citizens,

torture as a means
of interrogation.

The Chief Prosecutor
has made it clear.

He does not need American
permission to move forward.

He needs an American
in the flesh.

The court will not
try anyone in absentia.

So far, no country has had
the courage to deliver

one of your countrymen
to the court until now.

You're a trendsetter, Peter.
Who knew?

I am the CIA Director
of Clandestine Services.

Do you have any idea
what's gonna happen to you?

This is an act of war.

My government will never
let it stand.

Precisely what I'm counting on.

- Laurel Hitchin's office.
- Good afternoon.

Raymond Reddington
calling for Laurel.

Peter, please, do sit.

That's the judge
Reven Wright selected?

The personal friend
she said we could trust?

She said he would be fair,
not go easy on you.

He approved you going to Fort Meade,

which he didn't have to do.

And he agreed to keep Ressler
as your transport.

Those are both wins.

About time we introduce
our Russian friend to the world.

He did it?
They got the Director?

I'll be back soon.

Be right downstairs, though,
if you need anything.

Come on. Come on, come on.

Over here.
Is he under arrest?

Who is this? Does this
have to do with Agent Keen?

I'll tell your sister you say hello.

- Is he under arrest? Who is it?
- Come on.

Tell us who it is!

All right, I'll make
a statement, a brief statement.

An alleged Cabal operative,
known only as Karakurt,

has been taken into custody

in connection
with the OREA bombing

and the murder
of Senator Hawkins.

What does that mean?
Is he an accomplice?

Or are you saying
Elizabeth Keen is innocent?

The FBI now believes that
Elizabeth Keen,

Agent Elizabeth Keen, was not responsible
for those crimes.

What about
the Attorney General?

I can't answer that
at this time,

but I will say this arrest
has yielded new evidence,

and our investigation into
this so-called Cabal continues.

That'll be all for now.

I need to hear Peter's voice
to confirm that he's alive.

I am here, Laurel.

I was abducted.

I appear to be on a Venezuelan
jet somewhere over the Atlantic.

Mr. Diaz, do you have
any concept of the wrath

you are bringing down
on the government

- and people of your country?
- Threats.

This is how the US responds
to conflict.

Including a legitimate claim

that your government's actions
have violated international law.

Laurel, Raymond here.

Here's where we stand.

In a handful of hours,
this jet will land in Rotterdam,

it will be met by the Dutch
federal police,

who will escort the Director
to 'S-Gravenhage,

where the global spectacle

of a high-ranking
American official

charged with war crimes
will begin.

Ah!

The sound of acquiescence.

What do you want?

What I've wanted
since the beginning--

for you to exonerate
Elizabeth Keen.

- No.
- Fine. But after you hang up with me,

your next call had better be
to your President.

Tell him you refused
to prevent your country

from being humiliated,
implicated,

and probably convicted.

This is quite a can of worms,
Laurel.

If you have any doubts about
that, turn on your television.

...alleged Cabal operative
known only as Karakurt

has been taken into custy

in connection with
the OREA bombing...

What? This is
supposed to scare me?

Quite the opposite.

Now you may be concerned
that exonerating Agent Keen

will make you
and your government look,

well, foolish,

but I'm handing you
the solution.

Yes, you got it wrong,
but thank heavens

you finally found
the real culprit.

Of course, my offer will get
considerably less generous

if anything should happen
to Elizabeth Keen.

You'll call me back.

All set, Liz.

The transport team is ready.
Time to go.

How's the Russian?

A little tense.

Thank you.

Be careful, both of you.

We're travelling.

Pick up the phone, damn it.

What the hell do you want?

Stop the transport.
It's not safe.

Keep her in the cell.
The corridors are not safe.

What? What are you--
what are you talking about?

The corridors are not safe.

Gun!

Okay, your girl just got
a temporary reprieve.

Now, hy--

Hypothetically,
if we agree to your terms,

what kind of deal
are you looking for?

My attorney
will explain everything.

His name is Marvin Gerard.

Gerard? The fugitive? The man
you broke out of federal prison?

The same.

Damn it, Diane!

I told you.
I'm not to be disturbed.

Sorry, Ms. Hitchin, but there's
a Marvin Gerard here to see you?

He says you're expecting him.

I'm sealing off
the entire floor.

We're not going anywhere
with these Marshals.

We sit tight until Reddington
gets in touch with us.

- What the hell happened out there?
- I don't know.

I got a call from Laurel Hitchin
warning me that it wasn't safe.

It was her hit.
Why would she call it off?

I don't know.

It's Reddington. He must be
negotiating a deal.

Liz, it's working.

Laurel, I will not allow you
to do this.

We can fight The Hague.

The Administration
will never let--

No, the Administration
won't fight this, Peter,

because they're not gonna ever
hear about it, you understand?

None of this ever happened.

Raymond, I'm reviewing the deal
they presented.

And for the most part,
it's what you asked for.

With one glaring exception.

Keen will be exonerated
for the OREA attack

and the Hawkins murder.

But they are insisting
on a plea of guilty

for the killing
of Tom Connolly.

That doesn't work, Laurel.

It's the best we can do.

I just spoke
with the Acting AG.

She shot Connolly
in front of witnesses.

He was orchestrating
a conspiracy to frame Agent Keen

and implicate her colleagues.

She killed him,
and not in self-defense.

And Tom Connolly was
well-liked.

Look, I had to sell this deal.
It's not gonna get any better.

It's involuntary manslaughter.
No jail time. That's the offer.

Then this plane will land.

We've bent as far as we can go.
If you pass on the this deal,

then we'll just take our chances
at The Hague.

Pick up the phone, Marvin.

Can you excuse me?

- Marvin?
- It's a good deal, Red.

Bottom line, it keeps her safe
and out of prison.

And frankly...

It's much better

than I thought
you'd ever get.

Get it done.

Hand the phone to Laurel.

Ms. Hitchin.

- Yeah?
- Okay, Laurel, we have a deal.

Once you've made
a public announcement,

I'll drop the director
somewhere safe.

Mmm, no. Uh, just a sec.

Look, um...

Peter's become
a-a liability.

If, uh, if we take care
of this problem for you,

we would ask that you take care
of that problem for us.

I expected as much.

So we're done?

Not quite.

There's one more thing,
and it's not negotiable.

This is official?

They're willing to say
I'm innocent?

Publicly,

of every charge against you
except the Connolly shooting.

For that,
you'd enter a plea of guilty

to involuntary manslaughter.

With three years
of probation?

I've never seen anything
like it.

But I'd be pleading guilty
to a homicide.

They're taking away my badge.

If I sign this,
I'll never be an agent again.

No. But the task force
would continue.

Cooper would be cleared,
put back in charge,

and you keep working
with Reddington

to assist the government
as an asset we employ,

not as an active agent.

Here.

This is for you.

Lizzy.
Have you seen the deal?

Yes.

It's not everything we wanted,

but it's close.

You'll be safe.
You'll be free.

But I won't be an agent.

I'll be an asset like you.

Yes.

I told you some time ago,
when you pulled that trigger,

you crossed a threshold.

You stepped from your world
into mine.

I wish I could deliver
the perfect outcome,

- but I'm afraid--
- This is...

...fair.

Fairness is overrated.

And maybe there's a way to get
you all the way back.

But for now, Lizzy, for today,

sign the deal.

Got a pen?

_

The United States Government
has confirmed

that the alleged criminal
conspiracy known as The Cabal

is real.

This conspiracy has
as its goal

one key objective--
to inflame tensions with Russia

and return the world
to a Cold War posture.

In an effort to accomplish this,

members of the conspiracy
framed

FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen,

making it appear as if she were
a Russian sleeper agent.

These crimes were actually
committed by an assassin

known only by his code name,
Karakurt.

And I am proud to announce that
due to outstanding work

by some of this country's
best and brightest,

led by Special Agent
Donald Ressler--

Karakurt is now
in federal custody.

What about
the Attorney General?

It saddens me greatly
to say this,

but the evidence
overwhelmingly shows

that Tom Connolly,
the Former Attorney General,

was a key member of this Cabal.

And while Ms. Keen did fire
the shot that killed him,

earlier today a judge
accepted her plea

to the charge
of involuntary manslaughter,

approved by us,
along with mandatory probation.

And Tom Connolly wasn't alone.

We have to now face
the hard truth

there are enemies of America
within our own ranks.

In fact,
just a short time ago,

I learned that the Director
of the Clandestine Services

of the CIA,
Mr. Peter Kotsiopulos,

is also part of
this conspiracy

and has apparently
fled the country.

Hello, Peter.

Okay, that's my statement.

But on a personal note--
please.

I just wanna say,

when I think of
the horrifying nightmare

that Elizabeth Keen
has endured--

branded a traitor,
hunted as a fugitive

by the very
law enforcement agency

she swore an oath to serve...

Well, there are no words.

There is no apology I can give
on behalf of the government

that could ever be sufficient.

I only hope that she can take
some solace

in the knowledge
that in the end,

the system worked.

Thank you.

I know who you really are,
Raymond.

Who you are to her.

And I know
why you did this.

Does she?

I can't think of
even one set of circumstances

in which that would be
any of your business.

We've been descending
for some time now.

Looks like we'll be able to
drop you off in time for dinner.

_

_

_

_

_

♪ you're broken down and tired ♪

♪ of living life ♪

- Keen.
- ♪ on a merry-go-round ♪

Paperwork's all ready.

♪ and you can't find the fighter ♪

Let's go.

♪ but I see it in you
so we gonna walk it out ♪

- ♪ and move ♪
- ...government has now said that

Keen was framed for neary
all of her alleged crimes.

At a packed news conference,
US...

One jacket,
one pair of leather boots,

one Montana State
driver's license,

Samantha Evers.

And... $26 cash.

Oh, and Agent Ressler
left you something.

♪ and I'll rise up ♪

- ♪ high like the waves ♪
- I won't be needing this.

♪ I'll rise up
in spite of the ache ♪

♪ I rise up ♪

You're sure about this?

I haven't been sure
about much lately,

but, yeah, this one I know.

I'm a field agent.
I kick down doors.

I'll leave all the politics
and bureaucracy to the pros.

I'm proud of you,
Agent Ressler.

You're the agent
I always aspired to be.

Welcome back, sir.

You know what gets me?

Laurel Hitchin just
walks away unscathed.

That's a fight
for another day.

♪ feels like it's getting
hard to breathe ♪

♪ and I know you feel
like dying ♪

I don't know why you want this.

The organization's in disarray.

Weaker than it's ever been.

It occurred to me that maybe

this was always part
of your endgame--

to tear us down

so you could build us up
and have a seat at the table.

♪ move ♪

♪ I'll rise up ♪

♪ rise like the day ♪

♪ I'll rise up ♪

♪ in spite of the ache ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ a thousand times again ♪

♪ and we'll rise up ♪

♪ high like the waves ♪

♪ we'll rise up ♪

♪ in spite of the ache ♪

♪ we'll rise up ♪

♪ and we'll do it
a thousand times again ♪

♪ for you ♪

♪ you, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ you ♪

♪ you, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ oh ♪

♪ oh ♪

♪ oh ♪

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