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Previously on "The Blacklist"...

I'll make this simple.
I have the suitcase.

And because I have the suitcase,

I need to speak with Raymond Reddington.

I'm going to honor Tom's dying wish.

Which was?

For me to know your truth.

You have the bones.
You already know the truth.

A truth. I want the whole truth.

What about Keen?

If you ever utter her
name again in my presence,

I'll cut out your tongue.

You have no idea who I am
or why I want the truth.

Tell me again. I need to hear it.

I promise Ian Garvey
will not get away from me.

My name is Elizabeth Keen.

I'm a special agent with the FBI.

You need to come with me.

I know what it's like to have
a father who's a criminal.

Look, Ian isn't my father.

He protected me from my father.

Perhaps you've heard of him.
His name's Raymond Reddington.

Ian Garvey is... How
do you Americans say it?

A dead man walking? I cut him off.

He no longer represents
my interests in your country.

I trust he knows why

and what he must do to
regain your patronage?

Yes. He was not happy about it.

Unhappiness motivates whimpering.

Action is motivated by fear.

Garvey has made a lot of money
distributing my product,

protecting my supply lines.

I am the source of his wealth and power.

He fears the loss of our alliance

and I am sure is quite
motivated to get it back.

Then he'll bring me what I need,

and your debt will be paid.

As the gospels say,

"Render unto Caesar the
things that are Caesar's,

and unto Reddington

the things that are Reddington's."

As the Russians say, "Trust but verify."

Having saved your son from those

who suspect you work with
American intelligence,

I'm sure you wouldn't want them

to see photos proving that you do.

Goodness knows the next time
they take your son,

I may not be in Paris.

As you say, fear is a great motivator.

I'll contact you with a time and place.

When I get the bag, you get the photos...

and Garvey gets your good graces.

Everybody wins.

This bag, it must contain something

quite extraordinary.

Extraordinarily human.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

So?

Reddington knows too much.
About both of us.

- He believed your story?
- Of course.

He lives in a world where
people do what he tells them.

So he expects me to bring him the bag.

And when you do,
I expect you to kill him.

I have questions I need him to answer.

More than you need my support?

No.

Then the answers die with him.

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I'm good.

- I have a daughter.
- I want to go home.

Her name is Agnes. She's
living with her grandmother

- until it's safe for her to come back.
- Am I free to go?

It won't be safe until
Ian Garvey is in prison.

- Is that a yes or a no?
- I didn't force you to stay.

I forced you to listen.

I needed you to hear that
Ian Garvey killed my husband.

Right here!

Right where I'm standing now.

You know, I always fantasized
about having a sister.

Someone who I could be
completely honest with

because I know she would be
completely honest with me.

I am being completely honest with you.

Ian is my surrogate father.

He taught me to drive.

He showed up to my graduation.

He was there after
my real father abandoned me.

And you want me to help you arrest him.

- I do.
- What if it was Reddington?

Would you arrest him?
You're an FBI agent.

He's on your Most Wanted List.

Be honest... If you knew
where he was right now,

would you arrest him?

It isn't the same thing.

Right.

Like I said, it was a fantasy.

I wish...

we could just forget all of this

and get to know one another.

I think we both know
it's a little late for that.

After more than two decades
on your Most Wanted List,

I've become something of an FBI buff.

I know all about your Wacos,

your Ruby Ridges, COINTELPRO,

going all the way back to
John Dillinger, Al Capone,

all those communists,
the incorruptible G-Man,

a colorless if admirably
professional lot.

Is there a case hidden in
that backhanded compliment?

This apartment. Right here.

Oh. My God.

To have been the proverbial fly
on Clyde Tolson's duvet.

Clyde Tolson lived here?

J. Edgar Hoover's lover?

This was their secret hideaway.
Imagine the conversations.

Cooing over JFK's lovers.

Slandering Dr. King.

What peignoir to wear to bed.

When I saw the apartment was for sale,

I couldn't resist.

You own the apartment

where the homophobic head of the FBI

carried on his affair with his boyfriend?

Allegedly.

I wouldn't admit this in mixed company,

but J. Edgar and I have
a surprising amount in common.

For instance, we both always get our man.

He got Tolson. I got Garvey.

Or I will, by this time tomorrow.

Is this why you wanted to see me?

Mosadek has ordered Garvey
to bring me the duffel bag.

Garvey thinks he's going to
give it to me and walk away.

I wanted you here to tell you
I've made other arrangements.

To get your man and the bag.

To get our man and keep my privacy.

Hoover believed knowledge is power.

He used his to hurt a lot of good people.

You're using yours to hurt me.

That is ridiculous.

Tom died for a reason.

You know why, and you won't tell me!

I won't tell you something
that's none of your business.

It was none of Tom's business.

You may feel entitled to know what it is

because he died trying
to figure out what it was,

but you're not.

A fact which I have patiently tried

to get you to understand.

Be hurt. Blame me.

Howl at the moon for all I care.

But this is my problem, not yours.

Hey. What's the matter?

Are you like him?

Like who?

Reddington.

Are you like him?

You know the answer to that.

I know about the Nash Syndicate,
about Zarak Mosadek.

Whatever you've been told, there's
an explanation for all of that.

You saved me.

You protected me.

I don't know who you've been talking to,

but what matters...

This matters to me, Ian.

This matters to me.

You don't need to be
protected from him anymore.

Not after tomorrow.

Are you gonna kill him?

Like you killed Tom Keen?

So that's who you've been talking to?

Agent Keen?

Are you gonna kill Reddington?

Hey. Uh, you got to come
to Mr. Cooper's office.

Why? What's wrong?

There's something you need to hear.

Um...

Uh, here, uh... Here's your house keys.

I figured I should...

You know, since we're not, um...

Thank you. I'll bring
your things in tomorrow?

Oh. No, you don't have to do that.

I can... I can pick
them up whenever or...

It's no trouble.
I'll bring them in tomorrow.

Here he is.

Agent Mojtabai said
he recorded a conversation

Ian Garvey had with a source of yours.

Just happened two minutes ago.

We tracked Garvey
to an out-of-the-way bar

where he goes to see a woman.

A girlfriend? Mistress?

Just someone he knows.

I asked Aram for a bug,
which I placed on her jacket.

Okay, so, what have you got?

Okay, so, I cued it up to the end.

You can listen to the whole thing later,

but this part...

We got to do something
about it, like, now.

Here we go.

Are you gonna kill Reddington?

A meeting's been set.

Reddington thinks I'm coming to give him

something he wants.

I have other plans.

Meaning what?

Meaning I'm about to do
the world a big favor.

It's a trap... your meeting with Garvey.

If you show up, you'll be killed.

How convenient.

What's that supposed to mean?

Yes!

You gathering intel

that indicates I shouldn't
go to a meeting

you don't want me to attend.

That's not what this is about.

"Two of your oxen have died.

One round of play without an oxen card,

and everyone in your party has died."

I have oxen.

Are you listening?

Where'd you get your information?

I can't tell you.

Then, no, I'm not listening.

"You have died of dysentery."

Damn it!

Elizabeth wouldn't lie
about something like this.

If she says it's dangerous for you to go,

- I believe her.
- So do I.

But I'm still going.

- Yes?
- Mr. Sinclair.

Raymond Reddington.

I told you a day would come
when I'd need you to perform

your peculiar brand of magic.

That day is arrived.

You want me to create a double for you

so that you can attend a meeting

in which you anticipate
being assassinated?

Yes.

Perhaps a better idea might
be to skip the meeting.

Perhaps!

However, I'm afraid
the meeting is unavoidable.

But I... I'm not in the business

of helping people skirt murder.

I'm... I'm in the business
of providing alibis.

A trick that allows a man
to be in two places at once...

an illusion I believe will come in handy,

given the circumstances.

Yes, but it's... it's... it...

it's an illusion

achieved by the most painsting processes.

It can take months to find a double.

I-I then refine the likeness,

uh, establish routines,
pattern behaviors.

I mean, the whole
meticulously crafted drama

that can take o-o-over a year to perfect.

You don't have a year.

M-Mr. Reddington, uh, uh,
I want to help you,

but there simply isn't time
to even establish a routine.

Without a routine,
there are no witnesses.

Without witnesses, there is no alibi.

I don't need an alibi.
I simply need a double.

And I need a year!

- You have 16 hours.
- Oh.

Absolutely not.

We're not putting you
in a situation like that.

- It's too dangerous.
- I must say, Harold,

I'm flattered by your concern,

but I've spent a good part of my life

in situations very much like that.

You have got to call this meeting off.

What do you think's gonna happen?

Garvey's gonna confess
to murdering Singleton?

Admit to killing Tom?

I'm sorry, Donald. I missed that.

I was still basking in the glow

of Harold's concern for my well-being.

Don't flatter yourself.

And don't believe for one minute

that we can protect you from Ian Garvey.

You're the FBI.

My God. What would J. Edgar think?

Even if you could get Garvey to talk,

we'd still need to
explain how we were able

- to record the meeting.
- I have an idea.

How about you say you were looking for

the most-wanted man in America,

and in a valiant, but fruitless,
attempt to capture me,

you stumbled upon him.

What's this really about?

This is about justice

for the man who murdered
Agent Keen's husband...

a dangerous and dirty cop

who not only runs the ground troops

for an international drug syndicate,

but who also has exploited
his considerable resources

within the U.S. Marshals Service.

Why make a play now?

You kill Reddington,

you're never gonna get
the intel you want.

Reddington forced the issue.

We take care of the bastard now.

Ian Garvey has been untouchable.

I'm giving you a chance to do

what the Bureau has been
unable to do for over a year.

And along with Garvey, if you're lucky,

you might even capture Zarak Mosadek,

who somehow slipped through
your fingers the last time.

You let Mosadek go, and
now he's double-crossing you.

That's what he thinks he's doing.

In actuality, he's
delivering Ian Garvey to you

on a silver platter.

You just have to catch him
in the act of killing me,

not after he already has.

If I sign off on this,

you're walking in there at your own risk.

- I feel confident.
- And why is that?

God doesn't want me,
and the devil isn't finished.

The meeting is scheduled
for 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Do get a good night's sleep.

I'll need you bright-eyed
and bushy-tailed

at the ass-crack of dawn.

I still think it's a dreadful idea.

It's a suicide mission.

But I think I may have found a way

for you to attend the meeting
without being killed.

Well, that's a start!

We'll need vehicles and firearms,

uh, the usual makeup,
wardrobe, and wig work.

This reminds me
of our high-school production

of "Guys and Dolls."

A rousing rendition of
"Fugue for Tinhorns."

Stubby Kaye has always been
something of a role model.

I don't know who that is.

Stubby Kaye? "40 Pounds of Trouble"?

Sam the Shade in "Cat Ballou"?

Ah. Doesn't matter.
Let's hear about the plan.

Well, first off,

we're going to need
a very credible double.

- Anthony!
- Mr. Reddington!

This man is just the framework
upon which we will build.

It will be critical that
I have the right wardrobe.

Color, cut, size.
Every detail is essential.

Shoe size. The ties. Suit size!

All duplicates and exact matches.

A little padding here.
Take in a little there.

And I'll need a very specific list

of theatrical supplies.

Molding clay, alginate,
latex, cheesecloth.

Supplies...

are not as important as the craft.

I can teach almost anyone anything,

given enough time.

But for our purposes,

our double will have to learn quickly.

And in terms of our liabilities,
we'll have our work cut out.

Dealing with Mr. Garvey and his men

will be difficult enough.

But, uh, additionally,

we will need to contend with Mr. Mosadek

and his fairly extensive security team.

And not to mention the FBI.

All right, Aram, we're on site.

What CCTV feeds do you have in the area?

We're here.

Garvey and Mosadek's men

will likely take up positions
here and... here.

The feds will hang back.

They'll want altitude
for clear sight lines

here, here, and possibly here.

- Which means...
- You'll be surrounded.

And even if our double
is convincing and nobody dies,

getting out of here

is going to be nearly impossible.

Nearly.

This extraction will require
two specific vehicles...

a box truck and a sedan,
which you will arrive in.

Chuck and Morgan can handle the vehicles.

Whatever we need.

What you need is to get from this point

to the northeast exit here.

If you can manage that

before you get, uh, shot or run over

or, uh, arrested by the FBI,

this just might work.

And I would be a genius.

Raleigh, are those new spectacles,

or is that a twinkle in your eye?

I am the first to admit
that a carefully planned job,

uh, gives me great comfort.

But this sort of winging it,

it has, uh, an exciting flair to it!

That's the spirit.
Let's have a little fun.

But, please, do your very best

to make sure Tony's
not killed in the process.

It's time.

Check, check. Polar one, test.

- Check, check.
- Polar two, test.

Polar one, we're getting
a bit of interference.

Can you reposition 10 degrees north?

Agent Ressler, what's your sitrep?

I got two mercs
30 yards to the southeast.

- Concealed positions.
- Agent Navabi?

I make one more pro, 20 meters southwest.

I make two from the Nash
dicate Just north of the quarry.

Guys. Mr. Reddington is
gonna be completely surrounded.

I will be in your ear the whole time.

Remember... head high, roll the walk.

All right. I got eyes.

Principals are on the move.

He's clean.

To confirm our agreement...

You get your bag,

and this war with Garvey ends.

Stop.

Were it not for all the trouble

the contents of that bag have caused,

you would've been dead long ago.

You're still upset about that
little mess with Tom Keen.

Let's not forget Detective Singleton.

It takes a special kind of man
to kill his own colleague.

Keen was pleasure.
Singleton was business.

Agent Keen, we've got him.

Give us the "green.

- " We'll take him down.
- Hold your position.

Enough. Mr. Garvey and I have

a lucrative business arrangement...

one that I would like to resume.

- The bag.
- Give it to him.

Open it.

Sorry, Mr. Reddington. There's
been a change of plans.

- We've got a situation.
- Gun. Go! Move! Move!

Get out of there, son.

Go, go, go!

I'm going! I'm going!

Garvey's headed east to 395.

Oh, my God! I murdered a drug lord!

I'm having palpitations.

Tony. Quite a performance.

You did it!

My finest hour.

I-I need some air.
Garvey's mug hurts my face.

Where am I?

Hello, Ian.

Welcome back.

I hope you had a good rest.

There's much to discuss.

Following a shooting
in Bealeton this morning,

a manhunt is under way
for U.S. Marshal Ian Garvey.

It feels good to be wanted, doesn't it?

Witnesses have confirmed that Garvey.

A 30-year veteran
of the US Marshals Service,

shot and killed
an Afghan government official

- named Zarak Mosadek.
- What have you done?

The impossible.

I put you in two places at the same time.

- I didn't shoot Mosadek.
- As a general rule,

a magician never explains his tricks.

I didn't shoot anyone.

But this one is just too good
to keep to myself.

It started yesterday just after lunch.

Why make a play now?

You kill Reddington,

you're never gonna get
the intel you want.

Reddington forced the issue.

We take care of the bastard now.

While you were plotting with your minions

from the Nash Syndicate,

I was hatching a plan
with my men to meet with you.

What the hell is this?

With a butterfly kiss and a honeybee hug,

sleep tight, little one,
like a bug in a rug.

Then came a plaster mold of your face,

a willing double, a little makeup,

a little make-believe, and, voilà,

two Garveys with one stone.

While the real one slept,
the imposter picked up your men

just in time for them
to see your Off-Broadway debut

in all its theatrical glory.

It's time.

Nobody's gonna believe this.

They already do.

The FBI believes you killed
an Afghan government official.

Mosadek's colleagues believe

you killed the head of their cartel.

And the Nash Syndicate
believes you killed

their biggest supplier.

And if I give you the duffel bag?

I'll perform another magic trick.

My jet will take you and the
missus out of harm's way.

I know a lovely little spot
on Namibia's Skeleton Coast.

You can get me out.

Where's the bag?

Garvey was in business with Mosadek.

Why would he kill him?

I don't know.

Did he cut a deal with Reddington?

No. No way. Garvey hates Reddington.

Then why not kill him
when he had the chance?

I told you. I-I-I don't know.

Well, here's what we know.

We know the meeting was a setup

and that Mosadek and Garvey
conspired to take Reddington out.

And you being there

makes you part of that
conspiracy to murder.

Now, you help us, we make it go away.

Why didn't Garvey kill Reddington?

He was supposed to.

- Then why the double-cross?
- Look, Garvey...

He never said a bad word
about Mosadek. He admired him.

In fact, he made a fortune
off of protecting his cartel.

Why Garvey killed Mosadek
instead of Reddington,

I got no idea.

Well, he's got nothing.

I mean, whatever went down,
Garvey didn't tell him about it.

Did he tell Reddington?

You think Reddington and Garvey
were working together?

It doesn't make sense otherwise.

Garvey was in business with Mosadek.

Why would he kill him and not Reddington?

And there's no sign of either of them.

Garvey's AWOL, and Reddington
isn't answering my calls.

Guys. I got something.

All right, so, this...
this is Garvey's sedan

going under this freeway overpass.

And this... is what came out.

There's no sedan. Where did it go?

Is there an exit under the freeway?

- Nope.
- It didn't disappear.

Actually, it kind of did.
Into the back of that trailer.

Courtesy of a Mr. Raleigh Sinclair.

"The Alibi." The man who can put
you in two places at once.

Now we know why Reddington
kept him out of jail.

He didn't double Reddington.
I saw him. He was at the meet.

- And Mosadek's dead.
- That leaves Garvey.

Reddington knew Garvey
was coming for him.

He got to him first, had him doubled,
had the double kill Mosadek.

Garvey and Mosadek were
conspiring to kill Reddington.

Now one of them is dead, and
the other is wanted for murder.

Ressler, you're on the Alibi.

Put out a BOLO for Raleigh Sinclair.

Navabi, I want you on
the Garvey impersonator.

He murdered Zarak Mosadek
and got away in that truck.

Trace it. Find it and him.

Well, we know where the real Garvey

and the duffel bag are...
with Reddington.

- He double-crossed us.
- Tell me about your contact.

- How well does she know Garvey?
- Very well.

If Red's forcing Garvey
to take him to that bag,

maybe your contact
can get us there first.

And why would I help you?

Because if you do,
Garvey will go to prison.

If you don't, he'll be killed.

By Reddington.

Yes, he has something Reddington wants.

On TV, they're saying
he killed that man Mosadek,

but you said that they worked together.

Did Garvey ever mention that duffel bag?

Did he tell you where it might be?

A locker? A storage unit?

I-I don't know. Maybe.

- Where are you?
- I'm at work.

Think about that duffel bag
and where it might be.

Helping me find it before Reddington

just might save Garvey's life.

What's that smell? Is that lavender?

And mint.

Is that your head?

What kind of products do you use?

I'm dying of curiosity.

Wouldn't that be nice.

- You smell that?
- Yes. It's lovely.

I'll say.

Absolutely lovely.

Whatever it is,
you and I need to get some.

Hey, mister. Can you hear me?

Easy, buddy. Easy, buddy.
You're all right.

You were in an accident.

The other man.

The one who was with us. Where'd he go?

I don't know. He took off.

You all right?

Come on.

- Is that yours?
- Yeah.

Please. I need your car.

Thank you.

- What have you done with Garvey?
- There was an accident.

We know you used the Alibi
to double Garvey.

- Garvey got away.
- You expect me to believe that?

You knew the meeting was an
ambush. You have a source.

- Someone close to Garvey.
- I'm not answering that.

If that source was assisting
you, Garvey knows that,

and he'll try to get to him.

I assume that's what you're trying to do.

Tell me. Where are you going?

Why? So you can get to Garvey first?

I can help protect you from him.

I don't need your protection.

What I need is that duffel bag,
and I'm about to get it.

We're closed!

I said we're clo...

Ian?

Ian. Oh, my God. Are you okay?

- Did you tell Keen?
- What?

Is that how Reddington knew I was coming?

- No!
- You said you talked to her!

Yeah, but I didn't say anything!

On TV, they said you killed
that man Mosadek.

I'll pay you back when I can.

What is happening, Ian?

Meantime, say you were robbed.

I am being robbed.

Hello? Agent Mojtabai.

Aram, I need to find Agent Keen.

- It's urgent.
- Mr. Reddington.

- Is everything okay?
- No, everything is not okay.

She just hung up on me,
angry and desperate,

and I fear she's blindly
walking into a trap.

- I need to find her.
- But if she hung up on you,

she probably doesn't want to talk to you

or have me help you find her.

Aram, if your intent
is to protect Elizabeth,

protect her from Garvey,
not from me. She's in trouble.

Wait, I thought you had Garvey.

I did. He got away.

And now, like a hound on a hot scent,

she's going after an item
Garvey took from me,

and I have no doubt
he's headed the same way.

Okay. She went to meet someone.

Where? I don't know, but this woman...

the person she went to see...

Liz planted a listening device on her,

and if that device is within
range and transmitting,

I may be able to track it.

Do it. Now.

False alarm.

I didn't kill anyone.

And I didn't say anything to Agent Keen.

I believe you. I wish you'd believe me.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

I'm gonna need your car.

Yeah. The keys are in the jacket.

Ian, the whole world's looking for you.

Where are you gonna go?

Ian? What? What's wrong?

What is that?

That's how Reddington knew.

It's a bug put there by Keen.

She heard us talk and squealed
to her lord and master.

The duffel bag... Why is it so important?

I'm gonna need time to figure
out how to clear my name.

When I do, I'll reach out.

There's so much you need to know.

Can you please tell me now?

Everything you believed
for the last 30 years

has been a lie.

You've spent a lifetime
hiding for no reason.

Ian Garvey, FBI!

Hands in the air!

Do it! Now!

You're under arrest.

- You don't want to do that.
- Oh, yeah. I do.

I can't think of anything
I've ever wanted more.

I can.

Hear what I have to say about
Reddington's little secret.

You arrest me, that's never gonna happen.

Hands on the bar.

- I'm listening.
- He didn't kill Mosadek.

I know. I don't care.

If I tell you everything
I know about Reddington,

what guarantees do I have
that you won't arrest me?

- Absolutely none.
- He's innocent.

If I can't get him for the
murders he did commit,

I'm happy to get him for the one
he didn't. How can you say that?

The same reason she bugged your jacket

and snitched on us to Reddington.

He owns her.

She's an FBI agent in the pocket

of the FBI's most-wanted criminal.

He doesn't own her.

- He is her.
- Don't do this.

- And she is him.
- I'm asking you not to.

She's acting like a criminal

because she is the daughter of one.

Reddington's her father.

Yeah, and I'm her sister,

who I wish I could've gotten to know.

I think we both know,
it's too late for that.

We found no images on CCTV feeds
and no prints at the scene.

But we were able to trace Sinclair's rig

to a warehouse in Takoma Park.

We believe it was a staging area,

but everything has been cleaned out.

Okay. Uh... Hope I didn't
make a huge mistake,

- but I just hung up with Mr. Reddington.
- What's wrong?

He lost Garvey,
and he can't reach Agent Keen.

He thinks she may be in danger,

and so he asked me to help locate her.

Now, I went ahead
and pinged the transmitter

on her listening device
before the signal cut out.

Okay, back up.

- Reddington lost Garvey.
- So he says.

And the transmitter's offline.

Yes, but before the signal dropped,

it was broadcasting from a bar
on East Fayette Street

in Baltimore... Pete's Tavern.

It's the same place where
Agent Keen was meeting...

- With her source.
- And where Reddington is headed now.

- Have you tried Keen?
- She's not answering.

Keep trying. You two, get there.

- Alert local PD and SWAT.
- On our way.

Now I get it.

Reddington and your husband...

how they knew each other.

Reddington didn't know you through him.

He knew him through you.

- But the duffel bag...
- Where is it?

How did your husband come by it?

And why didn't he tell you
what was in it?

Because you killed him before he could.

And if you try and tell it now,

I'll do the same to you.

Utter one word.

One article...

"A"..."An"..."The"...

and I'll shoot you.

No, he won't.

Because if he does, I'll shoot him.

You're right. I am unwilling to accept

that I am not entitled to
know why my husband died.

I am hurt. I do blame you.
And pulling this trigger,

something I desperately
do not want to do,

is me howling at the moon!

Which is definitely
your problem, not mine.

Tell the story. Tell it!

Stop! Wait!

My hands are up. No gun.

- What are you doing?
- I'm not a threat to anybody.

Except to yourself.

I don't know what he's done to you

or what's in the duffel bag,
and I don't care.

All I know is that my entire life,
he's protected me from you,

and it's about time that
I started protecting him.

Look at me.

Anything?

I'm your daughter.

The one you abandoned
28 years ago on Christmas Eve.

Jennifer.

Did you think of me at all?

In my pink room, in my pink pajamas,

waiting for Santa.

When I went to sleep,
my world was perfect,

and when I woke up, it was destroyed.

My daddy gone.

Did he just leave?

Was it an accident? We didn't know.

All we knew was my daddy...

my good, kind, and decent daddy...

was gone.

And then come to find out
you weren't good

or kind or decent.

You were a traitor.

And we were sent into hiding.

From you.

From my father.

And I'm telling you this

because if you are
at all happy to see me,

which I'm sure you're not,

but if there's one shred of relief

that I made it through this ordeal,

it's because of Ian.

He saved me.

That's why I'm standing here,

asking you, my father,
to please save him.

That's entirely up to him.

Dembe.

- Ian?
- Call 911!

Tell them there's been
an officer-involved shooting.

Tell them it's a 10-33. Say it!

- A 10-33!
- You will not die.

You hear me, you piece of crap?

Not until you tell me what you know.

You will not die.

- Pulse 132 and thready.
- Get Cardiac down here.

- Cardio Attending to Trauma 1.
- Six units of O-neg.

- BP 80 over 60. No time to stabilize.
- Let's get him to the OR now.

Right now.

Garvey. It's your last chance, Garvey.

Tell me about that duffel bag.

I'll take care of Reddington. I promise.

We're losing him. I don't have a pulse!