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[♪♪♪]

What's going on? You're acting funny.
Nothing.

Okay.

Tell me.

Tell me.

I need to ask you about something
and I need you to tell me the truth.

Of course. What is it?

I don't get it.

A man was shot and killed in that hotel.

Okay.

So, what's the question?

Were you involved?

In what?

The murder.

You're not going anywhere.

Liz. Stop! Stop! The people
that I work for are very powerful.

Now I need you to tell me
everything that you know.

I don't know anything. You're hurting me!
Damn it, Lizzy! Do not lie to me!

I don't know anything! I swear!
Yeah, well, I wish that I believed you!

Aah!
Uhn!

[CHOKING]

[PANTING]

Rise and shine. The day is waiting.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Oh, God. I hate you right now.

Do you? Wake up. Daylight's burning.

Get her, Hudson! Get her!
Stop it, both of you.

Ouch.

I know that you've had a rough
few nights

but today is gonna be
a really great day.

Why?
Well, I have a doctor's appointment.

You hate doctors.
Yeah, but it's not for me.

It's an ultrasound for our baby.

I thought Jeni was having
second thoughts.

She said we're the only married couple
she knows

who don't totally hate each other,
so she's...

She's giving us a baby.

That's...

That's great news.
It's amazing.

When you get home from work tonight,
you are finally gonna see

what this little monster looks like.
Wait. I'm not invited?

I know how busy you get.
Call if you can't make it.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

It's so good to see things finally
getting back to normal around here.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[MUFFLED GRUNTING]

My name is...

My name is Seth. Seth Nelson.

Please, please.
I'm begging you. Don't...

Why are you doing this?

Save your breath, kid.

Please. Don't do this.

Please. Don't.

[HUMMING]

[GRUNTS]

[MUFFLED] What are you?

This has to be a mistake.
You've got the wrong guy. Please.

Help me, somebody!

[SCREAMS]

Your sources were correct, sir.

The Iranian is attempting to procure
a high-level intelligence package.

We believe it could lead
to the answer you seek.

Have it intercepted.
That may prove difficult.

The seller hired the Courier
to make the exchange.

The last time we attempted
to intercept him...

I'm well aware of the men
and resources we lost in Cairo.

Perhaps this is an opportunity to let our
new friends at the FBI carry the water.

[♪♪♪]

RESSLER: Been ordered to include
you in the committee brief

on Reddington next week.

Cooper told me.
Here's the profile I prepared on him.

Have I told you yet I don't place
much stock in profiling?

And by much, I mean, none.
It's never once helped me solve a case.

You know what has?

Facts.
Yeah. I also prepared a profile on you.

"Uptight. Fueled by an inner rage.

Capable of the occasional
moment of tenderness

which likely brings on the desire to stay
up all night watching Asian porn."

Not even close.

No? How about this?
You don't trust me.

You think I'm tainted somehow.
Maybe a traitor.

You resent the fact
that Reddington wants to work

directly with me instead of you.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Speak of the devil, it's the devil.

LIZ:
What is this place?

Something of a hideaway.

It used to be home

to one of the finest American
writers who ever lived.

Fredrick Hemstead.
Never heard of him.

No, you haven't. Nobody has.

Dear Fredrick was waiting tables
when we first met.

Strange little man, built like a fireplug.

He was living here with his mother
until she died.

Poor Fredrick couldn't afford
to stay on

so I bought the place for him.
Please.

Sadly, Fredrick died
without ever being published.

But this place is chock full
of his work.

Manuscripts, poems, unsent letters
and lots and lots of this.

What is that?

[GRUNTS]

Mm. No earthly idea.

Some sort of distilled alcohol,
I think.

There's bottles of the stuff
stashed everywhere.

Would you like me
to pour you a few fingers?

Why am I here?

Have you ever wondered
how criminals

who know they can't
trust one another

are still able to conduct business
with each other?

They replace trust with fear
and the threat of violence.

The next target on the Blacklist
is the physical embodiment of both.

He's known as the Courier.

And his involvement in a transaction
virtually guarantees its success.

Once he's hired to make a delivery,
he can't be bribed, he can't be stopped.

If eitherparty attempts
to double-cross the other,

he kills them both.

The perfect middleman
for an imperfect world.

Cooper's not gonna sanction a Black Op
against the UPS driver of crime.

He will when you tell him
the Courier is scheduled

to deliver a package worth 20 million.

At that price, it could be anything,
from a genetically engineered virus

to a very important person's
head in a bag.

Does he have a name?
I'm sure he does. I don't know it.

Skip to the part where you tell me
how you expect us to find him.

I know the man he's planning on
delivering the package to.

An Iranian spy
named Hamid Soroush.

LIZ:
Where are they making the exchange?

At the Winston Farmer's Market
in two hours and 45 minutes.

[HUMMING]

[♪♪♪]

My one o'clock.

Could be him.

Same height, right age.

You reading me, haircut?
Stay on him.

When it rings, pick it up.

MEERA:
He just gave him something.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

LIZ:
it's a cell. He's moving.

What's he saying?
I don't know, we've got nothing.

Get someone to point a mike
at this guy.

He's off.

Excuse me.

Can you break a hundred?

I think he just made contact.

All teams start moving
to the east side of the market.

Do not spook this guy.

Chang, get closer on
the produce guy's face.

I think he made us.

Tactical teams, I want south side
sealed from the outside.

Just made contact.

[GUNSHOTS
THEN PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Shots fired, Soroush is down.
I don't have eyes on the shooter!

All teams move in now.

[♪♪♪]

You hit?
It's not my blood.

Suspect's heading north on sixth.

I need local air and law
enforcement support now.

Keys! Give me the keys!
Give me the damn keys!

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Air support is on the way.
ETA, two minutes.

Cut him off at the next intersection.

Do it.

[PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪♪]

We're at the corner of 10th
and Spencer.

The Courier's vehicle
has been disabled.

[GRUNTS]

[SIREN WAILING]

Move and you're dead.

Put your other hand up.

LIZ: Get your hands up!
MEERA: Put it up now.

Put your arm up now.
I can't.

Put your other arm up.

LIZ:
Oh, my God.

RESSLER:
Let's try this again.

What were you supposed to deliver?

Please.
Help us and maybe we can help you.

What about that Iranian spy

whose head you exploded all over
my partner? You remember him?

He had banking codes with
a $20 million wire transfer in his pocket.

You're a courier. You were supposed
to give a package to the Iranian.

Where's the package?

We found nothing at the market.
Nothing in his vehicle, nothing on him.

What was he supposed to be delivering?
RAYMOND: I don't know, Harold.

Might it be conceivable your people
actually missed something?

You're not telling us everything.
RAYMOND: Let me put your mind at ease.

I'm never telling you everything.

I did my job here.
I gave you a Blacklister.

There he sits.

Obviously, good cop,
bad cop isn't working here.

So let's try bad cop, worse cop.

How's the arm?

Looks painful.

Where's the package?

Smile all you want.
We're just getting started, pal.

Why did he kill Soroush?

Obviously, he spotted one of your
agents and poor Soroush paid the price.

There's a knife wound in his chest,
scars all over his body.

You know how he got them?

That's interesting.

I always wondered
if the stories were true.

RESSLER:
We'll just stick him in some hole.

I think you may need
to call a doctor.

I've read about cases like this.

Your suspect has congenital
anhidrosis.

It's a rare genetic disorder.
He can't feel physical pain.

That makes sense.

The scarring?
People with the disorder

obviously get injured more often
but not...

Not like that. That...

That's something else entirely.

We're more interested
in the knife wound in his chest.

We think he might have
placed evidence

inside of it.

What evidence?
Not sure. That's why you're here.

[HUMMING SOFTLY]

[♪♪♪]

SETH [OVER MONITOR]:
My name...

My name is Seth.

Seth Nelson.
Why are you doing this? Please.

[SETH SCREAMS]

That's the only thing on the chip?
LIZ: Newspaper's from yesterday.

Timestamp on the video file is 4:29
this morning. it's a proof of life video.

The oxygen mask, the tanks. Whoever
this guy is, his hours are numbered.

We didn't find a package
because there wasn't one, sir.

Soroush was putting up
$20 million for this guy.

We just stopped him from delivering
a ransom payment.

[MUFFLED PANTING]

[MUFFLED YELLING]

LIZ: We got a hit when we ran his
name through the DMV servers.

Seth Nelson.

Lives in Maryland with his parents,
works tech support for a cable company.

Assuming each oxygen cylinder
was full,

he has maybe 20 hours
before his air runs out.

Ultrasound machine.
I wanna know what other surprises

the Courier has hiding inside of him.

I also wanna know
why this kid is worth $20 million.

Probably worth more.

My CIA source has just confirmed
he's an NSA analyst.

One of their best.
Only one of three people allowed

to access their security protocols
and software.

If he's coerced into working
for a criminal network,

damage would be catastrophic.
We need to make the Courier talk.

There must be something he wants.
The guy's a psychopath.

Luckily, we happen
to have our own psychopath.

Ha-ha-ha. This is hilarious.

Fredrick wrote to the editor of
The Washington Post every day.

Thank you. About any
and every subject. Listen to this one.

"Dear Mr. Bradley,
what is up with all the rabbits..."

I need to know what you're not
telling me about the Courier.

And what do I get in return?
My gratitude.

Tell me what you've learned
about your husband.

The gun that I found in the box
is connected to an open homicide.

Of whom?

It's classified. I can't read the file.

I imagine you found ways around
that particular obstacle.

I know it happened in Boston
last year.

I think it was a Russian tourist
who was murdered. Victor Fokin.

You lived in New York at the time.

Why would you think your husband
would be in Boston?

Because I was there with him.

He supposedly had a job interview,

and we made it into a small vacation.

A few years ago,
some of my associates

encountered the Courier
in an opium den in Cairo.

He killed two of them.

If he still has a taste for the poppy,
there's a man who may help.

A drug dealer?
I'm talking about a friend.

A philosopher who practices an ancient
ritual going back thousands of years.

There's a chance he could be helpful
in locating the Courier's safe house.

All I care about is finding Seth.

Call your friend. I want the Courier's
safe house address.

Thank you.
For what?

For being honest with me.

In my life,
I don't encounter that frequently.

[♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT
POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

I've got a name. Tommy Phelps.

RESSLER: Run it through the databases.
See if it's even real.

You guys need to see this.

He had the Iranian buyer under
surveillance for several days.

This woman. I think she's the seller.
Responsible for kidnapping Seth.

And hiring the Courier
to pick up her money.

Why surveillance?
According to Reddington,

the Courier kills anyone
who tries to double-cross.

Probably wanted to know where
to find them if something went wrong.

Find out who this woman is.

[♪♪♪]

DOCTOR: He has five objects
embedded inside him.

Some are surrounded with scar tissue,
been there for years.

What objects?
We've only been able to identify two.

A key and another chip.
The others are just shadows.

I need a higher resolution scan
to ID them.

Take him to Walter Reed.
I want everything inside of him cut out.

The kid has what?
Fourteen hours of air left?

I can tell you where he is.

COOPER:
In exchange for what?

Immunity.

I talk, then walk.
Never gonna happen.

Then the kid's dead.

I've been trying to figure out if there's
anything in this world you care about.

How about him?

Care about your little brother,
Tommy?

We're bringing him in from
Petersburg Federal Prison right now.

Anything you want me to tell him?

You finally find him?

Tell me about your brother.
Who he works with, his contacts.

Tell me about the people in his life.

There are no people in his life.
There's you.

He tried to help you break out,
didn't he?

From what I understand,
he'd do anything for his little brother.

What's he moving now?
A 26-year-old MIT grad.

[SIGHS]

Lady, you don't understand Tommy.
I know his condition prevents him from...

No, I mean, you don't understand him.

Our old man knocked us around
when he needed to

which didn't bother Tommy.

But Dad hated that.

Felt like he couldn't control his own son
and he couldn't.

So when he was 11,

Dad started hosting these dogfights.

Not with two dogs
but with a dog and Tommy.

Well, we had this barn.

People would come from miles around,
they'd get drunk, they'd make bets.

What it did to him over time...

Tommy's broken.

Somewhere in his head,
a switch flipped.

I wish I could help you,

but you know how it goes.

You're here
because somebody screwed up.

The deal went sideways.

And now the buyer and seller
have targets on their head

if they're not dead already.

Her name's Laurence Dechambou.
She's ex-French intelligence.

She now makes a handsome living
selling secrets.

Mostly of a technological nature.
I really don't understand any of it

but she's clearly stepping up on this
one, trying to make a legacy for herself.

She owns that nightclub.

Last time I was there,
we had a great deal of fun

until she tried to strangle me
with her stocking.

I'll get a warrant
by the time you get there.

She won't talk and even if she did,
what would you expect her to say?

She may know Seth's location.
She won't.

She's the only lead we have.

We arrest her and take our chances.
This is a bad idea, Harold.

MEERA: Actually, there
may be another option.

She had to hand over Seth
to the Courier somewhere.

Find the location, we might get lucky.

There could be security
or ATM footage of the exchange.

RESSLER: And we use it to track the
Courier's movements last night.

That could lead to Seth.

And why would
she tell you that again?

She doesn't have to.
She's still expecting her money.

We send someone in as the Courier.
Tell her the exchange was a setup.

The deal's off. She can pick up Seth
where she dropped him off.

And we follow her to the drop-off point.

If you want her to talk,
I should meet with her.

Every time you meet,
someone ends up dead.

We've gotten off to a rocky start.

You've killed three people.
I'm not perfect.

If we did this, we'd be operating
under the assumption

that Dechambou has never met
the Courier.

It's too risky.
He's right.

Let me go. I can do this.

First sign this is going south,
I want that club swarmed.

Or just bend over any available piece
of furniture

and let her slap you on the ass.
She loves that.

LIZ:
Oh, my God, Tom.

Oh, God, he's gonna kill me.

I'm so sorry.
You need to come home.

Okay? I canceled the ultrasound.

I can't do this right now.

I don't care what's going on at work,
you and I need to talk.

Something important came up.
I don't care!

We need to talk
about something more important.

I promise we'll talk as long as you like,
but later. This is an emergency.

[♪♪♪]

♪ Back to the back, to the back
To the back, to the back ♪

All teams stand by.
Our man is entering the building.

I'm here to see Dechambou.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Line's over there, slick.

LIZ:
You need to make an example.

Hurt him.
That's what the Courier would do.

You know, I think we got off
on the wrong foot here.

[DOOR OPENS]

Isn't that her over there?

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

That was hot.

You know he can hear you, right?
Yep.

♪ You believe me
Yeah, just believe me, yeah ♪ ♪

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

MAN: Hey, come with me.
Let's go. Come on.

Would you mind excusing me
for a moment?

You injured my doorman.

Forced your way into my club.

Is there a reason
why I should not kill you right now?

You kill me, you kill Seth Nelson.

You're...?

What the hell are you doing here?

We agreed the money was to be
dropped off at the specified location.

Plans change.
No, they don't.

The only reason I employed you was
to shield me from unwanted attention.

And you're at my front door?

There is no money.
The Iranian was working with the FBI.

I killed him.

I've known Soroush for years.

Well, if he didn't set me up
that leaves only one other person.

You.
And I never trusted him.

That's why I employed you.

The bastard screwed us both here.

Your NSA geek is where you left him
last night.

We're done. Don't contact me again.

Wait!

How do I know it's really you?
That I'm not being set up myself.

Not my problem.

They say you can't feel pain. Prove it.

We're coming in.
Teams prepare to mobilize.

First teams from the north doors
on my...

Is this what you need to see?

Want to watch me bleed,
see if I react?

I've already lost the only thing
in this world I've ever loved.

I have nothing in this world
except this job.

Impressive. Except for one mistake.

If the Iranian is dead, the real Courier
would have killed me too.

Which makes me wonder...
Get out! Now!

Who the hell are you?
Asset compromised, hit the building.

[♪♪♪]

[PEOPLE YELLING]

She kidnapped Seth,
but has no idea where he is.

Well, the kid has less
than eight hours of air left.

Somebody better get the Courier talking.
Torture him? He doesn't feel pain.

He does feel pain.

He's got a brother serving
15 years in Petersburg.

One thing in the world
he cares about.

Offer to reduce or commute his sentence
in exchange for telling us Seth's location.

The life of a stranger for the life
of his brother.

Call the marshals, get him back here.
Cut him open later.

[♪♪♪]

[GASPS THEN SOBS]

He wounded two marshals
and killed one with a concealed knife.

He was searched multiple times.

We think he used one of the objects
hidden inside him.

He was carrying around his own
escape package.

Transport was found abandoned
in Woodbridge, Virginia.

There's a report of a stolen vehicle
at the same site.

Local police are searching for it now.

According to his brother,
Woodbridge is where he grew up.

Well, Seth could be there.
Find him. Now.

In the meantime, see if you can get
anything out of Dechambou.

She may not know where Seth is, but
she knows where she dropped him off.

I have a better suggestion. Let her go.

That's not gonna happen.
Ha-ha-ha. God, are you FBI.

When this woman was working
for French intelligence,

she was on track to be you.

Since she's come over to my side,
she's only gone up from there.

You really think you're gonna be
able to prove anything against her?

We'll make something stick.
It's only a matter of time.

You don't have any time.

Pick her up in a week,
in a month, next time.

But right now,
if you wanna save that man's life,

you need to release Dechambou.

I'll make her talk.

How?
You don't want me to answer that.

How do I know you won't use
what she says to get Seth for yourself?

You don't.

But I don't see that you have
many other options left.

Okay, release her.

But if you screw me on this...
I'll consider it a bonus.

RAYMOND:
Better make it a double.

If this is about that incident in Paris...

Oh, we'll always have Paris.

What do you want?
So many things.

But right now,
I want some information.

Where is the NSA agent?

I have no idea.
He was handed off to the Courier.

Yes. And he's been compromised.

Who do you think he'll blame for that?

Not me. The Iranian must have been
working with the FBI.

Laurence, the Iranian is dead
and you're next. You know that.

I did nothing wrong.

The world is rarely a fair place.
That's why it needs people like me.

I'll get you out of the country
and guarantee your safety.

There's a private jet awaiting
your arrival right now.

In exchange, you give me the location
where you dropped the kid off last night.

He's worth 20 million.

That 20 million is about to die.
This is not a negotiation.

How dare you?

I don't care who you are,

and I'm not gonna let you swoop
in at the last minute

and profit from a mistake made
by somebody I hardly know.

Well, he knows you.
He knows where you live,

where you work, where you play.

He knows you better than I do,

and I know where
that lovely little freckle is.

I give you a day and a half
before he finds you.

Try to be brave.

Wait.

I will help you.

RESSLER:
Vehicle matches the description.

MEERA: I have blood here.
All teams,

we have the suspect's
vehicle on the south side...

[♪♪♪]

He's outside!

Freeze! On your knees.
Freeze. Turn around!

On your knees!

Hands where we can see them.

[GRUNTS]

Check him.

He's dead.

How much time does the kid have left?
Less than 40 minutes.

At 4:00 a.m.,
Dechambou left Seth

in the back of a pickup truck
at this rest stop in Manassas.

The Courier took
the proof of life video at 4:29 a.m.,

just under 30 minutes later.

Assume he spent 20 minutes
minimum with Seth at the site.

That would give him 10 minutes
from the rest stop.

He has to be somewhere in this radius.
This entire area is inaccessible.

The only place with road access is here
at this open area. He has to be here.

How much air does he have left?

Thirty minutes, tops.

With Dembe driving, we might make it
just in time to see him die.

RAYMOND: if we find our NSA
friend and he's still alive,

he might prove helpful.

LIZ: You want Seth for your own reasons.
RAYMOND: So should you.

[♪♪♪]

He's in the dirt.
LIZ: What?

The refrigerator, it's a coffin.

The Courier buries things
under his skin.

He's in the dirt. Right here.

He's not breathing.

I died once in Marrakesh.
Two and a half minutes.

You wouldn't believe
what I saw on the other side.

[GASPING AND PANTING]

Who are you?

The FBI and friends.

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

Seth? We called your parents.
They're gonna meet you at the hospital.

How can I ever repay you?

I'm sure we'll think of something.

Don't even think about it.
What?

The boy wishes to express gratitude.
I'm merely playing my part in the ritual.

You saved that kid's life, Keen.
Good job.

That story you told Dechambou
about

your job being the only thing left,
that was...

I was undercover.
Said what I had to say to sell it.

MAN:
Agent Keen? Got a delivery for you.

Sign here, please.

Thank you.

♪ No one could save me ♪

[MOUTHING]

♪ No one could save me ♪

♪ No one could save me but you ♪

♪ The world was on fire
And no one could save me but you ♪

♪ It's strange what desire
Will make foolish people do ♪

♪ This girl is only
Gonna break your heart ♪

This man, the young NSA agent,

he allowed you access
to the classified networks?

He did.

And I understand
this was a one-time offer?

Yes.

The right question and we could have
made the world tremble.

Finally found our adversary.

Why did you waste it on the girl?

Not wasted, my friend.

Circumstances are far more complex
than we ever imagined.

I'm betting on the long play. The future.

Your future's arriving now.

[KNOCK ON DOOR
THEN DOOR OPENS]

♪ No, I don't wanna fall in love ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ This girl is only
Gonna break your heart ♪

♪ No, I don't wanna fall in love ♪ ♪

Funny. All these wonderful
manuscripts, and my favorite thing

about this place
is still the view from the sofa.

I love how the light breaks
through the trees.

♪ It's strange what desire
Will make foolish people do ♪

I don't even know why I'm here.

♪ No one could save me ♪

♪ I'd never dreamed that
I'd love somebody like you ♪

♪ No one could save me ♪

♪ I'd never dreamed that
I'd love somebody like you ♪

♪ The world was on fire
The world was on fire ♪

♪ The world was on fire
The world was on fire ♪ ♪

[♪♪♪]

Tom?

What's going on?

You gotta see this.

Sit down.

We need to talk.

That's funny.

I was just gonna say
the same thing to you.

[♪♪♪]