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Harold Cooper
to see the president.

Do you have any idea
how this happened?

Sir, we don't have
much time.

How Germany's chief intelligence
officer could die in FBI custody?

I don't know,
but Reddington does.

And he'll tell us
if you stay his execution.

We need to work together
to keep this tragedy

from becoming a...
a diplomatic crisis.

And we need our allies to know
that everything will be done

to find out what happened
and to apprehend those responsible.

Reddington knows
who that is.

Director Cooper,
I don't think you understand

the sensitivity of this matter.

You want everything to be done
to find out what happened.

The only way to do that is
to call off the execution.

You're sure that Reddington knew
how to stop the assassination.

I'm not. A man about to be
executed will say anything.

That is not
what happened here.

He knew the truth,
and you chose to ignore it.

I suggest you
watch your tone.

Ava Ziegler may have died
in FBI custody,

but she died because you refused
to spare Reddington's life.

How dare you speak to me
like that!

Like I'm responsible for this?!

I am the President of
the United States!

It's too late for Ziegler,

but if you call off the execution,

we will find her assassin.

I've given you
my answer on that.

Then let me
give you mine.

If you let Reddington die,

I will be obligated to inform
my German counterparts

that their compatriot's
blood is on our hands...

a fact I'm certain they will consider
an act of aggression.

Is that a threat?

It gives me no pleasure to make
it, but, yes, sir, it is.

And if you don't make that call
in the next 60 seconds,

I'll make good on it.

Do you have any final words?

I'll save my words
for the next life.

On my instruction,
the execution team

will administer the injection.

Please tell me someone's
gonna answer that.

Yes?

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 06 Episode 12

Episode Title:
"Bastien Moreau: Conclusion (No. 20)"

It's done.

It's Keen.

I can't imagine what it must
have been like being there.

Hey, Liz.
I'm here with Samar and Aram.

- How are you holding up?
- He did it. He called.

Who... Sorry.
What are you talking about?

The President.
He stopped it.

- What do you mean?
- The execution.

- He called it off.
- Wait. Wait. Wait, wait.

Mr. Reddington's alive?

They took out the IVs,
and he just walked away.

That's incredible.

Did the warden say why
the President did it?

I don't know if he got clemency
or a stay or what.

But all I know is he's alive.

Will you tell Cooper?

I'm pretty sure
he already knows.

He was at the White House all night,

trying to change
the President's mind.

Diaz may have stayed
his execution,

but Cooper saved
Reddington's life.

Congratulations.

You've given a psychopath
a second lease on life.

The President made
the right call.

You put a gun to his head,
and he cried "uncle."

What's the hold-up?

We're good on our end.
Just waiting on Terre Haute.

You can go.
Please.

I don't know how this ends
for Reddington,

but I know how it ends
for you...

and it isn't pretty.

Harold.
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

You remember Anna McMahon
from Main Justice.

Yes. Like my first STD.

You have not been granted clemency.

You've been given a stay...

48 hours to find the person
who killed Ava Ziegler.

If you succeed, your immunity
agreement will be restored.

If not,
your execution will proceed.

Has that understanding
been memorialized in writing?

I'm reviewing
the paperwork now.

If Harold is satisfied with
the language, we can proceed.

The particulars
are as follows...

the press has been told the stay
was granted to study

the USP's administration
of lethal injection.

As far as they are concerned,

you will remain in prison.

So whatever you do
in the next 48 hours

must be done in secret.

You will be in the custody
of Director Cooper.

He is responsible
for you.

For his sake, I suggest
you try your best not to kill,

maim, or torture anyone
for the next two days.

As long as I'm not left alone in
a room with you, I'll be fine.

Is 48 hours enough time
to find the assassin?

I'd think it was more than
enough time,

considering
all your assurances

that you knew
how to apprehend him.

Thank you, Harold.
48 hours is ample.

During that time,
you will wear an ankle monitor.

Both Director Cooper and I will
know your location at all times.

If you try and escape,
we will find you.

If you disable the device,
the director will be prosecuted

for aiding and abetting a fugitive.

You have 48 hours.

Starting now.

It was pubic lice. Crabs.

Caught them on
Hammamet Beach in Tunisia.

She was a Vassar girl
traveling with a bunch of pals

from the French house.
Two years after graduation,

and they were still making up
for lost time.

My God. What a weekend.

But like you,
they get right in there

and feast away
without mercy

until you want to douse
the whole area with kerosene

and set the little varmints
on fire.

Sorry. You and the crabs,
not the Vassar girls.

You've been genuinely hospitable,

but I sincerely hope
we never meet again.

You're a lucky man.

People make their own luck,
some more than others.

- I make a prodigious amount.
- Mm.

What was this all about?

The President wants
an assassin found.

I know how to find him.

Cooper doesn't know it,
but he might have done us a favor.

The stay makes it look like you
actually want the assassin found.

You know, I got into politics
to root out corruption.

I was an idealist who was
gonna change the world.

- And you have, for the better.
- Right.

Try telling that
to the German people.

We did what
we had to to keep you

where the country needs you
to be.

So, Reddington...
what's our exposure?

None. Our associate has
obtained the second target

and should have the dossier
within the hour.

Reddington knew Ziegler
was gonna be killed. How?

And if he knew that,
how can you be sure

he won't know
how to find our associate?

How's the First Lady?

That's a problem for tomorrow.

Today's crisis is Reddington.

- 48 hours is a long time.
- That's the length of your stay.

I have a considerably
shorter timetable in mind.

What does that mean?

It means you have nothing
to worry about.

Good night, Mr. President.

Please give my regards to
the First Lady.

Ohh!
I can't believe you're here!

Raymond, welcome back.

- So where is he?
- Who?

The assassin who killed
the German spymaster.

Ah! I have no idea.

What? But you said...

I said what I had to to survive.

Is it just me, or is this...

an absolutely spectacular night?

You seriously have no idea
where he is?

None whatsoever.

We only have 48 hours to find him.

Ahh.

I suppose we should start looking.

Always knew you dealt from
the bottom of the dead

but cheating death...
well, that's impressive.

I didn't cheat death.
I cheated the President.

Get the others.
We're on a clock.

Man, am I glad to see you.

Thank you for everything, Harold.

What ever happened to telling
him you knew he was an imposter?

I didn't get the chance to.

Didn't get the chance
or, uh, decided not to?

I'm gonna get Samar and Aram.

Hey. Um...

You're incredible.

You can't leave the bike
in the living room.

No, Your brain... it is incredible,

the way it's been
able to compensate.

We've talked about this.

Actually, we haven't, not...

Not this. These, uh...
these incident reports.

My incident reports... the ones
you fished out of my trash.

The cross-outs,
the misspellings...

uh, organizing thoughts,
expressing yourself.

You know, I know you had reached
out to a speech pathologist,

but I had... I had no idea
how rapid the decline has been.

Now you know.

We have to tell Mr. Cooper.

No, don't have
to do anything.

This is my choice. It is my problem.

I know that you're worried
about me,

but you have seen me
in the field.

I wouldn't say it's incredible,

but I am compensating,
so please just let me handle it.

Reddington's back.
Cooper wants us.

Let me...
Let me get this straight.

You bluffed your way off
death row?

I exaggerated.

That you knew how to find
the assassin, which you don't.

The Corsican is the last piece
of a very complicated puzzle.

The Corsican. Uh,
Bastien Moreau?

Isn't he the sociopath
who tried to bomb the U.N.?

- The very same.
- Tried to bomb the U.N.

and killed Germany's top spy.
What's the connection?

As I said, he is the last
piece of the puzzle.

We've already gotten
all the other pieces.

I'm quite confident
we'll get him.

"We've" gotten the other pieces?

Yes. You have been instrumental
in putting it together.

After all, I was in prison.
Except when I wasn't.

Your competency evaluation...
you requested it because

you wanted to be transferred to
that psych ward in Springfield.

Indeed. One of Moreau's few
known associates was there.

Mad as a hatter,
but I had reason to hope

that if Moreau were
planning something big,

the madman might have
a lead to follow.

General... Shiro.

- The bug man.
- Yes. Dr. Nikkila.

People who poison the planet

present a mortal danger
that must be eliminated.

After you got
the good doctor in custody,

Dembe discovered that
he'd sent an ampule

of his toxic bug juice
to Moreau in London.

Armed with the address,
Dembe broke into his flat

and found that Moreau
had wired $5 million

- to Axion Cryptosolutions.
- The Cryptobanker.

Who deposited the money

in Jonas Kruger's account
at the Banque Vertrauen.

As payment for intel
and his credentials

so that Moreau could get into
Ava Ziegler's hotel room.

Where he used
the bug toxin to poison her

before she had a chance
to meet with Senator Wade

and present a dossier

documenting an impending
attack on America.

Did you know
all this from the start?

God, no. All I knew was that,
without an immunity agreement,

I would have to leverage
my way to freedom.

Luckily, that's exactly what
this conspiracy provided.

A conspiracy to attack America how?

I don't know. And Moreau
has the irksome habit

of killing anyone who does.

Or trying to.

We stopped the bomb at the U.N.
from going off.

If Moreau was
trying to kill someone

who knew about the conspiracy,
that person is still alive.

Could you please put
that away?

As soon as I have the dossier.

Aram, pull up the incident report

from the attempted bombing.

I want a list of everyone
who was in the conference room

where Moreau placed
that device.

Copy. Here.

A diplomat?
A member of the secretariat?

Him! That's him.
Christopher Miles.

- Security consultant.
- Former MI6.

If there is a dossier,

he's precisely the kind
of intelligence officer

who would compile it.

But he's very discreet.

If we're going to get to him,
we're going to need some help.

There's a safe
behind the mirror.

Slowly.

Step back!

How many copies are there?

None. I destroyed the others.

I so wish
I could believe that.

You have my word.

And your word will be enough.

Ahh!

As soon as I'm satisfied

that you understand
the consequence of lying to me,

then your word will be just fine.

So, do I have your word
that this...

is the only copy?

- Married his stepdaughter.
- Woody Allen.

- Uh-huh.
- Yes.

- He's a Scientologist.
- John Travolta.

- The other one! The other one!
- Tom Cruise.

- Yes!
- Yes!

- "Fatal Attraction."
- Uh, Glenn Close.

The guy in it. "China Syndrome."

- Uh, the guy with the father.
- What father?

He got throat cancer
from oral sex.

What?
Not Michael Douglas.

Reddington.

Most people get it
from smoking.

He got it from cunnilingus.

You should be dead.

Christopher Miles.
Where might we find him?

Reddington?
Raymond Reddington?

Honey, what's this all about?

You must be Marty's wife.

He spoke of you so often during
our time together in Greece.

Uh, I-I didn't know
he was ever in Greece.

Come with me.
Uh, I'll get you the address.

Please excuse us.

How do you play?

Greece? Really?

What? You did speak of her.

Or mentioned her.
Over coffee that last day.

Given the way
you chewed through Mykonos,

I'm surprised you
don't have throat cancer.

What do you want with Miles?

Information. That's all.

- He's a good man.
- Mm.

I mean him no harm.

But as my resurrection
depends on my finding him,

I'll harm anyone
who stands in my way.

Ah.

- A drink.
- "Ahh!"

No. Um...

Drinking.

Thirsty.

Good.

Uh... Um...

What we're having.

Ahh! Ahh!

I'm sorry. I-I can't.

- Dembe.
- It was "having a nightmare."

Sorry to break things up, pal.

Oh. Thank you for playing.

Elizabeth, Christopher Miles
works out of an address

near Columbia Heights.

Dembe is sending it to you
now.

35 hours and counting.

I'd say things are going
quite well.

We should celebrate, yes?

You have it?

- I do.
- When do I get it?

As soon as I'm satisfied
it's the only copy,

I'll take it to the drop point.

Good. Because we have
a new problem

that requires your full
attention... a loose end.

I don't leave loose ends.

Yeah?
Then why is Raymond Reddington

telling the Department
of Justice he can deliver

the assassin who killed Ava Ziegler?

Raymond Reddington?

He's in prison, about to be executed.

He's out because he convinced
the American government

he can find you
in the next 48 hours.

You can't let that happen.

You want me to kill him.

Reddington knows everything.

He's jeopardizing our entire operation.

We've come too far to stop now.

- I'll find him.
- You won't have to.

I know exactly where he is.

We got here
to secure the perimeter

and heard screams
coming from the second floor.

I put a spotter across the way.

- Said he I.D.'d two figures... male.
- Moreau?

It could be he's taking care of some
unfinished business from the U.N.

Our best guess is our perp is
Bastien Moreau, 60, white male.

If it is him,
he's holding this man hostage.

Christopher Miles.
We need them both alive.

We're breaching
two separate entry points.

Team Alpha with Navabi.
Team Bravo with me.

We've got civilians everywhere,
so watch your step.

Let's make this fast.
We breach on my go.

FBI!

FBI! Don't move!

Ohh!

Navabi, where'd he go?

The fire escape. He's gone.
We need a medic, now!

Stay with me. Hold on.

- The dossier.
- We'll find the dossier.

- He has the dossier.
- We'll find it.

Password.

Password?

Fox... glove.

Foxglove?

Hold on. Stay with me.

Can I get you anything else?

Yes. Some more deviled eggs
and another Manhattan.

I thought one would suffice,
but we're celebrating,

and I definitely need another
if I'm to get the job done.

Elizabeth.

I just talked to Ressler.

Moreau got to Miles before we could.

Now he's dead, and Moreau got away.

- And the dossier?
- Gone.

You were right about Miles.
He compiled it.

Before he died, he told Samar
it was password-protected.

Did he give her the password?

Yes. "Foxglove."

But it doesn't do us much good
if we don't have the dossier.

Foxglove.

Mr. Reddington.

It's so nice to finally
make your acquaintance.

Do you like magic?
I love magic.

Card tricks, coin tricks,
close-up magic.

Even those guys with the tigers.

I heard they trained their cubs
by masturbating them.

Is that even conceivable?

I'm sure it's just
a vicious rumor.

But talk about a commitment
to one's craft.

A tiger? Quite a handful.

What are you talking about?

You. You're the tiger.

A wild creature someone
is trying to stroke.

A magic trick is a con,
and you're the mark

in the middle of
a very complicated one.

And the only reason I'm still
alive is because you know it.

You could have tracked me
down anywhere.

In a dark alley,
in the bathtub.

Instead, you came here,
to a public place.

Why?

Because you know
you're being had.

I'm listening.

Let's start with how you found me.

You were given access to the
signal from my ankle monitor.

Who has the access to that?

You tell me.

My contract is with the Black Fist.

Ava Ziegler stood between them

and the resurgence of
German nationalism.

Pick a card, any card.

How do you fit into this?

I don't.

But I can show you
how the trick works,

which is why
she wants you to kill me.

- She?
- I know her as Anna McMahon.

Red hair, green eyes, no heart.

The magician who made you think
you were furthering your agenda

when, in fact,
you were furthering hers.

We have the same agenda.

Killing Ziegler advanced it.

And Christopher Miles?

He knew too much.

And his dossier?

Well, now you also know
too much.

I know you haven't read it,
because you can't decrypt it.

But I can.

You think a terrorist group
hired you to kill Ava Ziegler

because she uncovered a plot to
resurrect German nationalism.

I think someone in the U.S.
government hired you to kill her

because she uncovered a plot
against this country.

But there's only one way
to know for sure.

I never like to know
how a magic trick works.

Spoils everything.

This has been quite enlightening.

For you.

How about returning the favor
by letting me read it?

I'm letting you live.

That's favor enough.

Is it sexual assault with a tiger?

Apparently, one of the divine
creatures thought so.

Mauled one of those guys.

Looks like
Moreau might do the same.

- Elizabeth.
- We got nothin'.

No leads on the Corsican.

I know his next target.

How? Who?

Uh, hold on.

Cooper and Ressler are here.
I'm gonna put you on speaker.

Okay, say that again.

You said you know Moreau's next target?

- Anna McMahon.
- From Main Justice?

Why do you think he would go after her?

Because she just sent him to kill me.

- Okay. What?
- A tactical error

she'll pay for
with her miserable life,

unless you roll out
or scurry on over

or whatever it is you do.

You have a lot of explaining to do.

And I'll have plenty of time to
explain it once he's captured.

Notify McMahon's office.

Find out where she is
and roll units

to her work and home addresses.

- Have you seen Samar?
- Not since the raid.

After what happened,
I wouldn't blame her

- if she needed some time.
- Neither would I,

but without saying anything?

Ressler, Keen.
Find McMahon.

Aram, you and I will find Navabi.

Where the hell have you been?

- Slight delay.
- We need results fast.

You want me to handle Reddington.

That takes time.

But as promised, Mr. Miles
is no longer a liability.

And his dossier is in my possession.

And there are
no copies?

None.

It's at the drop site for you.

And now... I'm gonna go
and deal with Reddington.

Call me when it's done.

...final boarding...

How much does Reddington know?

- Why?
- Moreau paid him a visit.

It was supposed to be
conclusive. And it wasn't.

And you're worried
he may have turned.

Depends how much
Reddington knows.

Well, you should assume
he knows too much.

Excuse me! You dropped something.

- What?
- You dropped something.

Shh.

Yes. I understand. Yes.

My office keeps trying to
reach me, and now is not the...

I don't care.

Just tell them something
came up and...

Uh, yeah. I need to call you back.

Forgive me.

But I thought I should bring
the dossier to you myself.

His officer can't find her.

She's still not answering her cell.

Moreau is motivated by some
warped political idealism.

He's a nationalist.

So why target a deputy A.G.
like Anna McMahon?

We'll find her, Keen.
We're about two minutes out.

And why go after Reddington?
How does he fit in?

What the hell did you do?

I read the dossier.

You told me you were part
of the Black Fist,

that my targets were obstacles
to German nationalism.

But that's not true at all,
is it?

- Please.
- You lied to me.

- No!
- You used me.

That's not true.

Then why does this dossier

outline a plot
against the Americans?

What do you do for
the American government?

Why are you plotting
against your own country?

Expecting someone?

No! Please don't shoot! Please!

I-I came home,
and he was in the house.

I-I don't know who he is.
I didn't see his face.

I-I didn't see his face.

- Who's she?
- I have no idea.

That's him! He's on the move!

Stop! FBI!

FBI! I said stop!

Hands where I can see them!
Show me your hands!

She said hands.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

I've got a weapon at my waist.

Turn around.
Put your hands on the car.

Come on.

Bastien Moreau, you're under arrest.

I don't know who that is.

You did all that work
to change your face,

and look where it got you.

I'm gonna be a great asset for you.

I know a secret.

- Where'd it come from?
- It came from the north.

Hey.

I heard about what happened.

How Miles died in your arms.
I... I'm so sorry.

So am I.

Yeah, I didn't know you smoked.

I don't. I quit five years ago.

Did you hear?

Uh, Moreau is dead.

Mr. Reddington's immunity
agreement is being restored.

He didn't.

What?

Die in my arms.
That makes it sound peaceful.

Like I was there for him.
Like I protected him.

I'm sure you did.

You always give people
the benefit of the doubt,

even when
they don't deserve it.

Which you do.

See?

Tell me.

It was like a blinding light.

A white-out or...

sensory deprivation...
something.

It doesn't matter,
but the point is...

the only point is...

that one minute,

I could have protected Miles
and arrested Moreau,

and the next, Moreau was gone,

and Miles was dying in the arms

of the person responsible
for his death.

You are not responsible.

You tried to help me...

Moreau is. He shot him.

...to get me to do the
right thing, to tell Cooper.

Christopher Miles is not dead
because of you.

Aram, you always do the right thing.

It's time for me to do
the right thing. I'm...

I'm going to tell Cooper.

Good.

That's good.

I am sure he'll understand.

- Yeah. I know he will.
- Right?

See? That's right.

Listen. Everything's
gonna work out, okay?

It's gonna be just fine.
It's gonna be fine.

The new inmunity agreement
is identical

to the ill-advised one
signed in September 2013.

You mean the one
that saved your life?

Because of it,
Reddington is our C.I.

Because he's our C.I.,

we were able to prevent
Bastien Moreau from killing you.

I want to highlight
three conditions.

One, if you acknowledge
the agreement, it is revoked.

Two, if Reddington commits
a crime, it is revoked.

And three, if any members
of the Task Force

are aware that Reddington
is committing a crime,

they will be prosecuted
as co-conspirators.

And the young man Reddington
met in prison... Vontae Jones?

Yes. Mr. Jones
will be paroled

as a condition of this agreement.

But let me be very clear.

We do not work
for Raymond Reddington.

He works for us.
And by "us," I mean me.

Because once you sign, my job will be

to oversee the Task Force
for Main Justice.

I'm looking forward to that.

Your sarcasm is duly noted.

And yet,
I'm being completely genuine.

You want me to take the job.

I do, because it's proven to be one

with an extraordinarily high
mortality rate.

Shall we sign?

It's official.
He's back.

Not quite.

First, he has to
break out of prison.

We begin tonight
with a developing story.

Notorious fugitive
Raymond Reddington

is once again on the loose

after a daring escape
from federal custody.

Moments ago,
a Justice Department official

issued the following statement.

After collapsing in his cell
earlier today,

prison officials were
transporting Raymond Reddington

to a nearby hospital
for observation.

While en route,
Reddington overtook

two EMTs and a prison escort.

Reddington, who was just
moments away from execution

when concerns over the drugs
used in lethal injection

resulted in a stay of execution,

has once again been placed on
the FBI's Most Wanted List.

Well, that was a long three months.

- Thank God it's over.
- Almost over.

You still haven't explained
why Anna McMahon

wanted to kill you or why
the Corsican tried to kill her.

I don't know what the plot
against this country is,

but I do know
she's orchestrating it.

The Assistant Attorney General,

a top Justice Department official,

plotting against America.

She sent Moreau after me

because she thinks
I know more than I do.

As she could track me
through my ankle monitor,

I was unusually vulnerable.

Fortunately, Moreau turned out to be

a man of
deep political conviction...

a nationalist who killed for
that cause and that cause only.

McMahon hired him
under false pretenses.

When I set him straight,
he went to settle the score.

And got his brains blown out
for his troubles.

We, uh... We have
no leads on his killer.

And you won't get any.

His killer has...
friends in high places.

- Thank you.
- For what?

- You said we had no exposure.
- I'm not sure we do.

Which means
you're not sure we don't.

Until I do, I'm overseeing
the Task Force.

Everything they know, I'll know.

As long as Anna McMahon
is sniffing up our skirts,

an abundance of caution
will not be enough.

If we're gonna uncover the
true nature of the conspiracy,

we'll have to engage
in active disinformation.

Lie to Main Justice
about what we're doing.

Wouldn't it be easiest
just to arrest her?

Based on what?
My word against hers?

The dossier was proof.

Moreau confronted
McMahon with it.

Now he's dead,
and it's gone.

Or in her possession.

Moreau read the dossier.

As far as I know,
he didn't tell anyone

what was in it
before he died.

But he had the only copy,
and now it's missing.

You better find out
where it is.

It'll all be over soon.

We have our work cut out
for us.

We know there are people
plotting against our country,

and at least three people
have been murdered

to keep that plot secret.
As is all too often the case,

we're looking straight down
the barrel

of what's wrong with the world.

But tonight, we're also witness
to something pretty great...

that the man we hate to love

lives to fight another day.

Yes. Well,
thank you, Harold.

Call me when
you have a lead.

I'm wheels up in 45.

- Where are you going?
- I have no earthly idea.

Anywhere but here.

I'd forgotten
how much this place

reeks of stress
and anxiety...

deodorized body odor
and old coffee.

♪ The old man's back again ♪

Was he talking...
about me?

I'm going to talk to Cooper.

Right. Of course.
Do you want me to come with you?

No. I'll do it.

Hey, it's, um...
it's the right thing to do.

I know.

Hey.
You never answered my question.

The reason you didn't ask him
who he really is, uh...

was it because you
didn't get the chance to

or because you decided not to?

I decided not to.

You're just gonna let it go?
You're okay with that?

I am.
And I hope you are, too.

Do you have a minute?

Of course.
What's up?

I'm leaving the Task Force.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So am I.

May I ask why?

No.

Is there anything I can do
to change your mind?

I've loved working here.

The cases, everyone's dedication.

And I met Aram.

Then why leave?

Because... it's time.

Thank you for everything.

Sync corrections by srjanapala