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Previously on The Blacklist:

I want to keep the baby. Our baby.

They had a cancelation at the church.
I say we go for it. Do it now, today.

I'm afraid your wedding plans
will have to wait, Lizzy.

Solomon and his friends are
very motivated and very powerful.

And who might you be?

Solomon was contracted
by an employer to take you.

-Your target is Elizabeth Keen.
-Brace yourselves. They're coming.

She's to be taken alive and unharmed.

Get her out of here.

-Is there any sign of them?
-No, but don't slow down now.

Did you get hurt back there?
Either of you?

I don't think so.
I avoided the bullets, anyway.

Well, you always wanted
a shotgun wedding.

Hey. It's okay. It's all right.
We're gonna get through this, all right?

All they did was stop a wedding.
They can't touch what we have.

Reddington's lying to me. I know it.

If my mother wasn't trying to abduct me,
why'd Solomon ask for Masha?

You think this woman
is gonna hire a team of mercenaries...

-...to kidnap her own daughter?
-If she knew Reddington she would.

It's the only way to pry me out of his grip.
But where's she been all this time?

And why'd Reddington say
she's dead?

I got a more pressing question for you.
Where the hell are we going?

Team leader, this is Operator 4-6.

I have eyes on tango, moving south
on Brightwood Avenue. Copy?

I beg to differ. We've got Masha
contained inside the church.

That's a big negative, team leader.

Target is southbound
in a festive black sedan.

Suggest you break off
current engagement.

All teams, continuous fire for 15 seconds,
and then full withdrawal.

-What are they doing?
-They just realized she's gone.

They're keeping us pinned
so they can launch a chase team.

You need to get out of here.

Baz.

Down.

-They're pulling back.
-They heard sirens.

Half of Metro P.D.
must be out there by now.

We gotta get out there. Let's go.

Well, thanks to construction delays
in Columbia Heights...

...I have a fixed position for tango.

Sending the nav-- Now.

-Hi. Congratulations.
-Yeah. Best wishes.

Okay, you promised to tell me
what's going on. Who sent the army?

-Are you okay?
-What do you think?

That was supposed to be
our wedding.

-Who's honking?
-Everyone.

Tell Tom to drive you to
the Mill Shop on L Street.

I'll send the address
and meet you there.

It's owned by a friend.
Yong-Sun Hopgood.

He'll provide safe haven.

We need to get you off the street
before Solomon finds you.

I'll take it under advisement.

-Son of a bitch. Are you okay?
-I wish people would stop asking me that.

-What are you doing?
-Don't worry. They're not gonna shoot me.

They're gonna get the tires. Hang on.

Liz, what the hell is wrong with you?
Give me that.

Get down.

-Where'd they go?
-There.

-We gotta keep moving.
-No, Tom, I can't run.

All right, all right, all right,
I know. In here.

I'm sorry. I know you told me
to stop asking if you're okay.

Yeah, I know. I'm not okay.
The car wreck. Something hurts inside.

Okay, hold on.
Let me find something for the pain.

-Demerol.
-What about the baby?

-I don't know. I'm not trained for this.
-Oh, my God. We're terrible parents.

Team leader,
police are approaching the area.

What is it?

Oh, my God, the baby.

No. Give me a shout out.
No word on the escape vehicles yet.

We got federal, state,
and local agencies in on the search...

-...but media outlets have been alerted.
-Stay on it.

-Armor-plated SUVs don't just vanish.
-Look, I wouldn't count on it.

Whoever gave Solomon soldiers
gave him good ones.

They wore flexion gloves. There's no
fingerprints on anything, not even these.

Green-tipped. Armor-piercing.

That's all they left behind.
They even dragged away their dead.

-Any word on Keen?
-Reddington's getting her to a safe house.

-He'll notify us when she's landed.
-I have something.

When Dembe fought off
one of the men, his helmet came off.

I found this EarCom
in one of the pews.

-It's like nothing I've ever seen.
-Good work.

See if Aram can track down
the manufacturer.

Our priority is to identify
that attack team.

-I need a little help here.
-Let's get her on a gurney.

What happened?

She was in a car accident. She was fine
and then she started bleeding.

-How many months?
-Eight.

-Is the baby okay?
-We'll check her out.

Get an I.V. started. Send off a trauma
panel. Get her on a fetal monitor.

Team leader,
incoming from the north.

Two Metro P.D. cruisers,
40 seconds out.

Operator 4-6, you got eyes
on the target yet?

Negative. Too many points of exit.
Metro P.D. now 20 seconds out.

May I suggest you implement
an exit strategy?

She's hurt. Operator 4-6,
where's the nearest hospital?

Vectoring you to Mary Margaret
on Central Avenue.

Two blocks north of 27th.

Bleeding seems to have stopped.
Did the painkiller help?

Is the baby okay?
That's all I care about.

All she cares about.
I need them both healthy.

The heartbeat looks okay, and
baby's moving around. All good signs.

The O.B.'s heading down
just to make sure.

Meantime, we'll run more tests,
see if there was any other trauma.

Thank you.

-I don't want to talk to him.
-What do you want?

Elizabeth. Here. Now. I'm right in front
of the place. Where is she?

-There was an accident.
-Is she hurt?

We don't know. I mean,
we don't know how bad she....

She was bleeding.
We're at the hospital.

Can you put her on?

-What?
-You need to leave.

Mr. Kaplan will be there in five minutes
to pick you up out back.

Did you hear a word Tom just said?

-I can't protect you in a hospital.
-You can't protect me in a church, either.

Let me rephrase that.

I cannot safeguard you
and the dozens of innocent patients...

...and medical personnel
in the crossfire...

...when Solomon and his storm troopers
put together where you are.

I know how desperately you want
to protect your baby, Lizzy. So think.

You'll be fine, sweetie.
Nothing to be afraid of.

I'm taking you to a private ICU with
the county's top emergency-care team.

I know what that means.

I'm right here. I'm right here.

-What?
-My water just broke.

This is--
This is happening. What is our ETA?

Three minutes out.

From where?
Three minutes out from where?

An abandoned warehouse?

Because I let a fugitive, a killer,
a sociopath into my life.

-I know.
-Now I am being hunted...

...by God knows who's chasing me, but
they have body armor and assault rifles...

...and I have to give birth to my child--
to a baby-- in a filthy warehouse.

It's a nightclub.

Is that supposed to make me
feel better?

No, it's not. Your baby deserves
more than we can provide.

-Welcome, Dr. Korpal.
-What have we got?

A 31-year-old female,
32 weeks pregnant.

Status post MVA
with abdominal pain and bleeding.

-Rh status?
-Unknown, but her labs are cooking.

-Okay, he's in.
-I should've known it'd be you on call.

-Liz, what happened?
-Nothing good.

-It's okay. Let me take a look.
-Since when are you an O.B.?

As an ER physician, I'm trained in the
emergency aspect of all the specialties.

I saved your ass, didn't I?

Damn it, Reddington. Where's Liz?

Circumstances prevent me from sharing
more information at this time, Harold.

Whoever employed Solomon's services,
they know too much.

They're breathing down our necks
even now, listening, watching. I can feel it.

-Who attacked the church?
-Don't know.

I'm hoping your team
finds something there.

We need to put down this threat.
I'll be in touch when I can.

Hey, Reddington, wait.

Of course, it's a risk for all of us,
but it's possible, right?

-What's possible?
-Liz.

She suffered a placental abruption,
likely from the crash.

It's when the placenta rips away
from the walls of the uterus.

The baby's not getting enough oxygen.
The heart rate is plummeting.

If I don't perform an emergency C-section
in the next 10 minutes...

...her baby's going to die.

It's pointless to identify a manufacturer.
That EarCom is pure black market.

Nitride transistor technology,
a built-in terahertz radio.

We're back to square one--
Chasing shadow warriors.

Not exactly. There were no prints
on the outside of the EarCom...

...but I pulled partial fingerprints
from the button battery inside.

Asa Jacobi. First Air Cavalry Brigade.

Missing, presumed dead during
the Iraq War. He left a wife behind.

Track her down and pay her a visit.
See if there's anything there.

Perimeter defense is in place.
Exits, rooftops, and lookouts...

...on all avenues of approach
for a six-block radius.

-Everything will be fine.
-For God's sake, Dembe.

Spare me the mystical reassurance.
It's not fine.

Where was perimeter defense
at that church?

You should have deployed four teams,
five teams.

Look at her lying there in this barbaric
situation with her child's life at risk.

Everything is not fine.

-She never should've been at that church.
-Stop it, Raymond.

This has little to do with Dembe and
nothing to do with that poor girl there.

She's been telling you for months
that you're a danger to her baby.

This is on you, Raymond.
Nobody else.

You were wrong to make her believe
you could keep her safe.

You made us all believe.

Operator 4-6, this is team leader.
We lost the target.

Last seen at Mary Margaret Hospital.
Do you have a visual? Over.

Negative.

But fresh hospital intel just in.

"Suspected placental abruption
with vaginal bleeding.

Variable fetal deceleration present."

Sounds like tango's
about to pop out a bun.

Given her medical condition, she can't be
far away. Let's canvass these areas.

Soon as I get this epidural in,
you'll feel a lot better.

-Okay.
-And we'll be ready to go.

And you get to stay awake
the whole time.

-Really? Wow, okay.
-Why is she in so much pain?

Her baby's not receiving enough oxygen.
It's fighting to stay alive inside her womb.

It's a good thing, but I need to
work fast. Push another five of morphine.

Nik, please just tell me
nothing's gonna happen to the baby.

The moment you hear your baby cry...

...you'll know that
everything's going to be okay.

Now, you're gonna feel some pressure
as I insert the needle.

Take a deep breath.

Just stay with me, all right?
I'm right here.

It's fine. We're having a baby. Yay.

I love you.

You're gonna do great.

This just isn't how I pictured
the birth of our baby.

How'd you picture it?

Magical.

Okay, hold on.

You ready?

Starting a low transverse incision now.

She has some adhesions.
Hand me the Bovie.

Adhesions? Is that bad?

It's common. Let me guess.
You had your appendix out.

When I was 15.

You're doing fine, Liz.
Ready to open the peritoneum.

Metzenbaum scissors. Adson pickups.

Uterine incision is complete.

You ready to meet your baby, Liz?

Definitely. Please.

Well--

Clamps.

-Almost there.
-Why's the baby so quiet?

-Dr. Korpal, there's no respiratory effort.
-Ambu bag.

What's happening?

-Nik? Nik, tell us what's wrong.
-Is everything okay?

Sometimes they just need
a reminder it's time to breathe.

All right. Congratulations.

-You have a healthy, beautiful baby girl.
-Hi.

A girl.

Hi.

I still like Agnes.

You know my feelings.

Besides reliving childhood traumas.

It's an old lady name.

But with babies, everything that's old
is new again.

Besides, it was Sam's mother's name.

He's the only family I ever knew.

Congratulations, Elizabeth.
May I see her?

No. Get out. Please.
Go away. Make him go away.

It's been a long day.
She's had a lot of drugs.

It's not the drugs.

This is my daughter.

I'm begging you.

Just wait out here.
Let me talk to her.

Congratulations.

Agent Navabi found Asa Jacobi's wife.

Living in Phoenix, and she's had...

...no contact with her husband
since he went missing.

-A dead end.
-No. For the first few years...

...after his disappearance, she got a
series of unusual phone calls.

She could hear breathing on the line,
but the caller wouldn't speak.

Prank calls aren't unusual.

They are when they always fall
on your wedding anniversary.

So I traced the wife's phone records.

Those calls were all made
on pay phones...

...but paid for with calling cards.

You find a billing address?

Yes, and the accounts used
to pay those bills...

...also paid for this mid-century
Columbia Heights charmer.

Been under single ownership
for the past 20 years...

...only there is no owner. It's an alias.

Get Ressler and Samar there now.

Clear.

Clear.

Looks like no one's home.

Downstairs.

Go.

What the hell is this place?

Keep an eye on things.
I'm gonna get some air.

I'm sorry, Dembe.

I know, Raymond.

Doctor.

-Doctor.
-Liz, what's wrong?

-My chest.
-She can't breathe.

Give me the baby.

What's wrong with her?

O2 levels are dropping.
Get her some oxygen.

I need a stat, EKG,
cardiac panel, and a VQ scan.

-EKG stat.
-What's happening?

I have to get back to you on that.

Nik, do something.

I checked with Aram.

Those cables belong to a cross-country
fiber-optic network.

Whoever tapped them can intercept
digital communications...

...across half the eastern seaboard.

Hold on. Something's happening.

I think someone's shutting it off.

Team leader, one of your men
was just compromised.

His tactical error just led the FBI
to one of our fiber taps.

And due to inherent security risks...

...he cannot be allowed
to remain in the field.

-What kind of error?
-I believe he lost his EarCom.

Which one lost his earpiece?

That'd be me, sir.

Well, it's been found.

Oh, good. Yeah.

When you fall prey to errors...

...you become prey.

Somebody clean that up.

The scan confirmed my fear.

The placental abruption caused amniotic
fluid to leak into Liz's blood...

...producing a severe
inflammatory reaction.

Are you with me, Liz?

Gonna put you on
a BiPAP machine.

It forces your lungs to expand
and helps you breathe, okay?

I'll be right back.

I need to be straightforward.
The BiPAP is a Band-Aid.

The amniotic fluid will cause Liz's lungs
to swell. Next stop is heart failure.

-No.
-She needs to be intubated...

...and put on a ventilator immediately.

You mean induce a medical coma.

I know it sounds scary, but it'll let us
control her breathing...

...and force oxygen in her system.
I don't have that equipment here.

Tell Mr. Kaplan whatever you need.
We'll have it here immediately.

Liz.

It's okay.

We're gonna need you to take slow,
deep breaths.

Breathe with the machine.

Just breathe, babe. Just breathe.

That looks right. Okay, let's go.
We need it in O.R. now.

Pull up 20 of etomidate and 100 of sux.

Liz, you can do this.

When you wake up,
I'm gonna take you away.

We're gonna be lying on a beach,
under the sun.

Just you, me, and our little
baby girl. I promise you.

If things go sideways, you're gonna
take our baby to that beach, right?

Don't say that. They won't go sideways.

We have too much to look forward to.

I need to put you under now.

You're about to get very sleepy.

Once she's tubed, I'll need a post chest
intubation X-ray and ABG.

I'm sorry I kicked you out.

It wasn't fair after all you've done for me.

I've done nothing for you, Lizzy.

I'm scared for my little girl.

Push the meds.

It's the children whom the world
almost breaks, who grow up to save it.

I don't want that for her.

I wasn't talking about her.
I was talking about you, Elizabeth.

Oh, Raymond.

I do love....

Do something.

We've maxed out the vent settings.
Her lungs are too damaged.

They're shutting down.
There's nothing more I can do here.

What do you mean, "here"?

In the hospital, there's a device called
the ECMO.

-It allows us to oxygenate her blood out--
-Can we get one here?

-No time.
-Then we're going to the hospital.

Tell the paramedics we'll need
the ambulance.

Solomon knows we haven't left.
We assume they're monitoring the area.

A convoy traveling at high speed.

You'll be intercepted and attacked
before you can get there.

I'll handle that. I want a full protective
detail to stay on site.

I'll ride in the ambulance with Liz.
I still have the Browning, but I need clips.

-You stay here.
-Like hell I'm staying. She's my wife.

Will be my wife.

And she'd insist you stay
and protect her child.

You're a father now.

Morgan, I have something
for you and Danny.

Whatever you need, boss.

Cooper.

We have a medical emergency.
We're at 1438 West Randall...

...laying a course for Mary Margaret
Hospital. We'll be duck hunting.

-I can have an escort there in six minutes.
-We don't have six minutes.

You're gonna have to meet us
on the way. We're losing her.

We're losing Elizabeth.

Team leader.

I have eyes on a white ambulance
heading south...

...on Randall's Lane at high speed.

None have been officially dispatched
in that grid.

Solid copy, operator 4-6. Are they taking
the on-ramp to the highway?

Unclear. Without that data node,
I have blind spots.

All teams on map grid 32-V...

...tango in a white ambulance. Find them.

What's her status?

Blood pressure and heart rate
are crashing.

I'm giving her atropine now.
I want a dopamine drip on standby.

Keep her heart beating, Nik.
Please, just keep her heart beating.

Recycle blood pressure now
and every five minutes.

Aram, where are we going?
We need eyes. Take us to Keen.

Yeah, hang on. I just got a visual
on her ambulance.

Charting intercept course.

Okay, take your next left.
I'm gonna route you around traffic.

Team leader, the target location
has been acquired.

Pulling up coordinates now.

Routing you south-southwest
on Langford.

Target in white Ford ambulance.

Dopamine.

Hands in the air.

Hands in the air. Step out.

What's going on?
We're just responding to a call.

What do you mean, wrong ambulance?
Use your Tinker toys, find the right one.

They're making fools of us.

Patience is our ally, team leader.

Searching for the precious cargo now.

Cooper said something about
duck hunting. What did he mean?

A decoy. They're using a decoy.

-How much farther to the hospital?
-Two and a half miles.

An ECMO team is standing by
to receive.

Her heart's barely contracting. If she's not
on bypass in the next few minutes....

Oh, my God.

Engage targets, but do not kill
Elizabeth Keen.

The driver's been hit.

Squeeze every five seconds.

-I'm losing her.
-No, you're not.

-She's not responding to medication.
-Then do something else.

She's in V-fib. Charge the paddles.

Clear.

Charge again. Clear.

Clear.

Charge again.

Clear.

What's happening? Why isn't it working?

Clear.

Come on, Lizzy. Please, don't go.

Please, don't go.

Check the bodies. Collect the guns.

I had to call it.

There was nothing else I could....

I'm so sorry.

Back up. Go on, back up.
Keep everyone away.

You need to leave, Raymond.
The police are here.

Raymond.

I don't want Elizabeth in the morgue.
I want our people to handle this.

-I'll take care of everything.
-This way.

Come on.

I got you.

It's okay.

I should have stayed with her.

There's nothing you could have done.

Was she in pain?

At the end?

No. She never woke up.

I can't do this alone.

Without her.

I don't know what to do.

You'll learn fast.

Do you mind?

Her name is Agnes.

That's a good name.