All language subtitles for S03_E21_ブラックリスト_スーザン・ハーグレイヴ.en

Previously on The Blacklist:

-Mr. Reddington.
-We're going to work.

I can't look the other way.
Not this time.

Stand down.

-Nez Rowan. Who let her go free?
-Go!

There are certain
U.S. government missions.

They require the expertise
of an independent organization.

-The Artax Network.
-You think our target is using them?

You ready to roll in the mud?

I thought you'd never ask.

Stalder told Ressler and Navabi
he never left his suite.

Was he lying or did he forget?

That doesn't look like a woman
or a conversation he'd have forgotten.

No, it's not the money.

You're offering a fair price, Scottie.

I just don't have a place
to hide the expenditures.

I'm COO of a multi-national corporation.

There's no line item for engaging
the services of armed mercenaries.

-I'm beginning to think it'd be better--
-Samuel....

It's okay.

Take a deep breath.

Let's start over.

Let's start with what you want.

You wanna hire Halcyon
for a covert operation...

...to increase your corporate profits.

Okay?

And you're a little apprehensive.
Am I right?

Pretty much.

How long you been married?

Twenty-three years.

Have you touched another woman's
breast in 23 years?

No.

How does it feel?

What are you feeling inside?

Apprehensive?

No. I'm actually feeling
pretty confident right now.

So many people live in fear of how
they'll feel if they step outside the lines.

The surprise is
it usually feels just like this.

Well, as long as the breast
belongs to someone you can trust.

Be right back.
Why don't you look over the contract?

Might be some wiggle room in our fee.

I wouldn't interrupt
unless it was an emergency.

It's Operation Cobalt.
There's a problem.

They didn't steal the weapons?

They didn't come for the weapons.

What's the point of this?

Scottie.

I didn't wanna open it.
It's addressed to you.

Mr. Reddington says her name
is Susan Scott Hargrave.

Reddington told you this
at your apartment?

Right. Okay, yeah, so...

...I'm sitting there eating a half-gallon
of ice cream-- Rum raisin.

--when he suddenly shows up.

Mr. Reddington at my door
in the middle of the night.

I know, kind of weird. Although...

...truth be told, we do sort of
have a special relationship.

Anyway, I showed him the picture
and he recognized her right away.

Called her Scottie.

Said she and her husband, Howard,
own a corporation called Halcyon Aegis.

-Halcyon provides security services.
-According to their site, yes.

Mr. Reddington says they are
a private military intelligence agency...

...who specializes in operations
too sophisticated...

...or politically incorrect for anyone else.

Like working with Israel to sabotage
Iran's nuclear program...

...or negotiating with terrorists
for hostages...

...in direct violation
of American foreign policy.

Or to abduct an FBI agent
from her own wedding.

-So, what, you're the new Agent Keen?
-He's here at my invitation.

We all want the same thing.
Susan Hargrave.

Or whoever hired her
to go after Liz.

The White House Counsel
told me not to investigate Halcyon.

After Panabaker did that,
I tasked Tom to follow her.

She made a beeline for Hargrave.

Presumably to warn her the FBI
was about to investigate her.

Our government is protecting
the people who took Agent Keen?

Hiding them from us?
Tell me that is not true.

Solomon led the church attack.
We know he works for Halcyon.

I don't care what Panabaker said.

That's enough to get a warrant.
Brings us to Stalder.

He lied to us about knowing Hargrave.
Where are we on him?

Nowhere. We don't know
why Halcyon was after him.

Been off the grid since we let him go.
But we do know that his assistant...

...is Amanda Bigelow.

If her boss can get us to Hargrave, we
need to force her to get us to her boss.

Or we could try and get the intel
without her knowing.

If one of you can get close enough,
I could get what we need.

-I can.
-Done.

Work with Aram.
And Reddington? What's his plan?

Halcyon's off-limits.

Elizabeth Keen is dead.

I heard. And after all you did
to protect her too.

Boy, I can't wait to hurt you someday.

I'm sorry.

Are you? A former Cabal operative
led the assault that resulted in her death.

Matias Solomon.

You bungled his execution.
He works for Halcyon now.

I want him
and I want Scottie Hargrave.

I despise Halcyon.

They're powerful,
arrogant and unchecked.

But our government
depends on them.

Your government, not mine.

Give Halcyon a call, Laurel.

Inform them that you have a job
that requires their immediate attention.

I'm the national security advisor
to the president.

I don't have the authority
nor the discretion to act on my own.

That's nonsense.

If Henry Kissinger taught us anything,
it's that the National Security Council...

...has tremendous latitude in both
advising the president and shielding him.

You do many things
he doesn't wanna know about...

...and the president doesn't want to know
about what I have in store for Halcyon.

The Cabal disavowed Solomon
and made peace with Keen.

We had nothing to do with this.

Elizabeth Keen was well hidden
from the demons of her past...

...until you went after her.

Until you told the world
she was Masha Rostova.

You put a target on her back
and invited someone to take a shot.

Do not try my patience, Laurel.
On this topic, I have perilously little of it.

What's the job?

Amanda Bigelow
is a creature of habit.

She goes to the same coffee shop
every day for lunch...

...laptop in hand.

All you need to do
is get close to her.

You'll have a device called
a wireless packet sniffer.

It has the ability
to mirror her computer.

The sniffer looks like
a mobile hotspot...

...so just set it out on the table
and I'll do the rest.

Thanks a lot, man. You just
alerted the target to my presence.

Are you set up?
I'm not getting anything.

-I'm set up.
-How far away?

-Maybe 20 feet.
-Okay, get closer.

I'm sitting right next to her.
I cannot get any closer.

I'm not getting any signal
from her computer.

Abort. Abort.

-Did you say, "abort"?
-Whatever. Just....

We need a new plan.

-They're all drafty.
-What's that?

I saw you switch tables.

If you're trying to get away from vents, this
is the best spot. You're welcome to join.

Oh, that's....

I'd love that, but it was work calling
so I should get back to the office.

That's unfortunate.

It-- It is...

...unfortunate.
What's your name? I'm Reggie.

Amanda.

I was in with Scottie
when you called.

Wants you to know the company's
resources are at your disposal.

How can we help?

I've always liked you, Brad.

It's important to me
that you know that.

Glad to hear it. Always nice to
have a fan in the White House.

You do. Unfortunately, my job
at the White House...

...has nothing to do
with why you're here.

I don't understand.

You're here at my invitation.

No, no, no, please, Bradley,
stay seated.

This is an informal meeting.

Do you know who I am?

Yes, of course.

I didn't realize
you two were acquainted.

Oh, my, yes.

Laurel's as crooked
as a dog's hind leg.

-I'm so sorry.
-About what?

If this is about Agent Keen...

...what happened at the church,
I had nothing to do with that.

Friends and loved ones
are dead.

I need to speak with Scottie
about the matter.

I sent her a message,
she ignored it.

She's scared.

It can be a terrible thing for all...

...when someone as ruthless
as Scottie gets scared.

I need you to reach her
for me, Bradley.

I trust you would get through to her.

I need her to pay attention to this.

I understand.

Believe me, there are very few people
Scottie pays better attention to than me.

Yes, I'm counting on that.

God, I'm starving. What time is it?

We'll be hitting various facilities, but I want
you to spearhead the main operation.

Port of Amsterdam tomorrow.

Not a lot of lead time.
Is the oil on a tanker?

Barrels loaded into cargo containers.
Less conspicuous.

That's too bad.
I never got to sink a ship before.

How big a team will you need?

I keep it small.
Me and a transport crew.

Single charge. Let the oil
do the work for me.

How bad?

He killed Brad Clark.

This was pinned to his body.

You look frightened.
You should be.

-What do you want me to do?
-About this? Nothing.

Reddington's not gonna stop.

Neither are we. You have assignments.
Go do them.

Susan Hargrave has a wanted fugitive
on her payroll.

Rumor has it, so do you.

Nobody's issuing a warrant
for your arrest.

Matias Solomon coordinated
the assault on my team...

...that resulted in
the death of Elizabeth Keen.

How do you know Solomon
wasn't on his own?

The man with Susan Hargrave
is Benjamin Stalder.

An hour after this photo was taken...

...Solomon attempted to abduct him.

She met with him, then tried to
abduct him? Why?

For the purposes of a warrant,
all that matters is that she did.

I'm trying to dot the I's
and cross the T's.

Spare me the scrupulous lawyer
routine, Rodney.

We go back way too far for that.

-I'm just looking for probable cause.
-Who got to you?

The AG? The White House? Who?

My agent, my friend is dead
because of Susan Hargrave.

-I suggest you get evidence to prove it.
-I have the evidence!

I'm sorry, Harold...

...but I disagree.

The warrant was denied.

On what grounds?

Power. Influence. Fear.

-Where are we on Amanda Bigelow?
-Nowhere yet.

We tried hacking her laptop, but she
was on a highly encrypted network.

So Tom started talking with her and--
Seriously, this guy should write a book.

Anyway, we are implementing plan B
tonight on their date.

How come that
doesn't surprise me?

So no warrant, no Stalder,
no Susan Hargrave.

But we do have this.

Reddington got access
to a secure cell phone...

...from a Halcyon
account rep, Bradley Clark.

Based on the blood stains,
I don't think it was given voluntarily.

Mr. Clark made three calls today
to another secure cell.

We can't trace
the owner of the cell...

...but, believe it or not,
it is on right now.

So I have been
triangulating its location.

They are somewhere on this block
near 8th and King.

I should be able to vector it down
within a few hundred square feet.

Get there. If we can't get to Halcyon
through the front...

...we'll have to kick down the back.

-Aram, we're on site.
-Okay, signal is on the move.

Halfway up the block
on your left.

Target should be walking south.

How do we know the target?
Could be anybody.

Hang on. Let me lock onto both of
your signals. Guide you that way.

Cross the street. They are heading
toward you, 100 feet up the block.

You should be able
to see the target.

Aram, I'm seeing
a lot of people here.

You're right on top of them.

What-- What just happened?
It's gone.

Gone? What do you mean?

Lost the signal.

Maybe they went in a building.

Target's back. Okay.
Now look right behind you.

-Hey! Excuse me, sir.
-Wait, I'm on the phone.

Hey, FBI. I need
to see some identification.

Okay, that is him.
You are on the dot, literally.

I gotta go, Ted. I'll call you back.

Now let me see your phone.

This is not a secure phone.
Have another?

No. What is this all about?

What's going on?
You're letting him get away.

Okay, look for a car.

-Look for a moving vehicle.
-Hey! Stop!

You are letting him go.

Did you get a plate?

Yes. And one better.

Samuel Rand. Vice president
of Vestant Petroleum.

-An oil and gas company.
-Let's bring him in.

Find out what their business
is with Halcyon.

We bring Rand in, he brings
five lawyers, we get nothing.

Just like we got nothing
with the U.S. Attorney.

Yes, maybe. But what?

Because it's not good enough,
we'll just do whatever it takes?

As far as I'm concerned, Susan Hargrave
has Liz's blood on her hands.

When I watched them lower her
into the ground, I promised myself...

...people would be held accountable,
I would see to it.

And by any means,
that's what I'm gonna do.

You're late.

I stopped to pick up
your perfume.

There's a man here who wants
to buy our brownstone.

Lester Mc-something-or-other.

-He's a friend of the realtor.
-Our brownstone isn't for sale.

Might be. You should hear the numbers
he's throwing around.

Really?

Okay, guess it doesn't hurt to listen.

Lester, right?

Hello, Lester.

You must be Samuel.
What a pleasure.

What a garden. I love daffodils.

My wife tells me you're interested
in buying our house.

They say gifting a bouquet of daffodils
ensures happiness...

...while presenting just one...

...means bad luck is on the horizon.

Okay, boys. I hope you're hungry.

I have a triple crème, some Jarlsberg,
water biscuits...

...and my mother's
famous cucumber dip.

That sounds delicious, Cynthia.

Tragically, there's no time for snacks.

Well, maybe some of
Mom's famous cucumber dip.

Who are you?

What do you want?

You recently contracted Halcyon
for a job on behalf of your company.

I'd like to know the details.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Cynthia, is that a touch
of cayenne in there?

What a nice little kick.

Samuel, just tell him.

Tell me what?

-It's about oil.
-Shut up, Cynthia.

No, I will not shut up, Samuel.
He has got a gun.

A competitor of Vestant's
is buying oil from terrorists.

The really bad ones.

Vestant hired Halcyon to get involved
for some reason, I don't know what.

Tell him, Samuel.
You're doing nothing wrong.

-These people are evil.
-I can't believe this.

I read his e-mails. Ever since I found him
with the nanny, I look at everything.

We don't even have a nanny!

-It was a movie.
-A nanny movie?

Not just nannies.
Schoolteachers, nurses...

...and a ridiculous threesome with two
completely unbelievable policewomen.

Cynthia, they're just movies.

I have never cheated on you.

I don't think he wants to
hear about it.

Yes, I wanna hear about it.
All about it.

Unfortunately, I do need to hear
about your contract with Halcyon.

So business first.

And then, Cynthia, I'll be all ears.

We couldn't get
into Amanda's network today.

What's gonna be different tonight?

Tonight, you jump her air gap.

No. Oh, I'm not--

No. What I am suggesting is that you
insert this thumb drive into her laptop.

It's got an exploit that will give us
access to her computer...

...and her company's proprietary
telecommunications infrastructure.

E-mails, phone calls.
It should lead us to her boss.

Look, what you thought I was
suggesting before...

...I would never, ever suggest...

-...that.
-What's the catch?

No catch.
It is just plug-and-play.

Downloads automatically
in one to two minutes.

Got it.

-Hello, Harold.
-Hello, Reddington, Dembe.

Please sit down.

I had an enlightening meeting
with Samuel Rand today.

More to the point,
with his wife, Cynthia.

What's the connection between
Rand's company and Halcyon?

He contracted them to help tame
a savage competitor...

...Kerogent Holdings...

...who's been flooding the market
with cheap oil and driving down prices.

To which I would normally give
a hearty, free-market thumbs up.

But the oil in question is being
purchased from radical jihadists.

The proceeds being used
to fund all manner of nastiness.

You're telling me Halcyon
was hired to fight terrorism.

No.

Given the recent glut on the market...

...oil companies around the globe
are hemorrhaging.

This is about profits.

Halcyon will be attacking
on multiple fronts.

I'm only interested
in one aspect of the operation.

Kerogent is acquiring a large shipment
of the offending petroleum...

...at the Port of Amsterdam.

Halcyon has plans to prevent the sale.

You want us to let it go through?
Even if it benefits terrorists?

No, I want you to take the oil.

The terrorists lose...

...we force Scottie Hargrave
from the shadows...

...and turn a tidy profit
in the process.

Profit?

If we do this, the government
gets the oil, not you.

Harold, smile.

We're this close:

I'll task a team
to stake out the docks.

As for a smile,
how are you holding up?

As long as we keep moving forward,
I'll endure.

Still no movement here.

Here comes Headband again.

-A wave to Dreadlocks.
-They're nothing if not consistent.

It's gonna take all night
to finish loading.

You'd have thought that Kerogent
would have just sent the tanker.

Too conspicuous. It's illegal oil. They had
to ship it in barrels, hide it in containers.

Anything you can feed me
from the aerial view?

-Still no sign of Halcyon.
-Maybe they're waiting for the convoy...

-...to get on the road before they hit it.
-That's what I'd do.

Fast and Furious style.

Get street racers to board the trucks,
overpower the drivers, right?

No.

Headband's back already?

That was a fast turnaround.

That's not Headband.
It's one of Halcyon's people.

SWAT Command. Move in now.

Nobody gets in or out of that yard.

Where is she?

Eyes. Do you have eyes?

We're under fire.

Talk to me, 3-8.

Proceed to the end of your aisle...

...turn left, then down three more.

That's where you'll
deliver the package.

Reports of explosions
at Kerogent facilities...

-...across Europe and the Middle East.
-Coordinating their attacks.

We need to get to Rowan
before she sets off that device.

Keep moving north.
Next container on your right.

There. Stop.

You're dead center.

Maximum bang for your buck.

You wanna move quickly.

Roger that.

SWAT, you need to find that device.

-There.
-I've got it.

Okay. Looks like a remote trigger.

If the detonator's built into the case,
there'll be no way to disarm the device.

This goes off, every one of these
goes off. One after the other .

Okay, you need to evacuate
as many people as possible.

Okay. I-- I'll try to get this someplace
it can't do much damage.

Are you crazy? Leave it.
She could detonate it in your hands.

Just get the people out.

Fall back. Move the civilians to safety.

Got a container here.

If nothing else, it will help contain--

SWAT Command.

SWAT Command, come back.

--escaped. You copy?

Strike team got away,
but detonation was contained.

Yeah.

Okay.

We're gonna find these guys.

Make no mistake,
we're gonna find them.

Okay. I told you my whole,
long, boring life story.

Now it's your turn.

All right.

Well, I also was a teenage
beauty pageant winner.

-You promised you wouldn't make fun.
-I'm sorry.

Come on. What's hidden in there?

It's gotta be some sort of flaw,
some deep, dark secret.

Every guy I meet has one.

Shouldn't you find out
a man's deep, dark secret...

...before you invite him into
your apartment?

Where's the fun in that?

I was married.

She-- She died.

-I'm really sorry.
-Now, I am dipping my toe...

...back into the dating pool...

...for the first time.

And I have a daughter.

Did you expect that
would scare me away?

I-- I don't know what to expect.

-Did that spill?
-No, it's fine.

Are you sure? I'm so sorry.

-Oh, my God, I feel so stu-- Hold on.
-No.

Let me....

-I'll be right back.
-Sorry.

-It's fine.
-I feel like an idiot.

It's okay.

Sorry it took so long.

It was totally worth the wait.

What's wrong?

Sorry. I thought I was...

...ready for this.

Probably moving too fast, huh?

No, no, you're....

You're wonderful, but I think
I might be moving...

...too fast.

So this is it?
We're in the system?

Yes. I don't wanna know
how you did it, but...

...yes.

Actually, I do wanna know how.

I don't understand
how you could do it.

Agent Keen loved you.

-I know it's none of my business, but--
-I loved her too.

Okay, good. Excellent.

I know, it probably shouldn't matter,
but it somehow does.

So let us see...

...what our Miss Bigelow is up to.

Hello, Raymond.

Scottie. You got my messages.

Amsterdam was a little hard to ignore.

Attacking my people is one thing,
but you're driving away my clients.

So let's get this over with.

-What do you wanna discuss?
-The death of Elizabeth Keen.

A tragedy.
By all accounts, a fine woman...

...for whom we went to great lengths
to deliver to a caring party.

But then you felt the need to interfere.

Might I suggest your anger isn't with me,
but with yourself.

-I wanna discuss this in person.
-Fine.

Five p.m. today.

BWI Airport. First class lounge.
Concourse F.

That's impossible.

I'm on every apprehend list
from here to Siberia.

I cannot step foot
in an international airport...

...without being arrested.

All that pesky security...

...and facial recognition software
and whatnot.

Not to mention all those
annoying metal detectors.

All of which is exactly why
I will feel safe to meet there.

If you want to meet with me,
you'll figure out a way.

-I'll be there.
-Five p.m., Raymond.

You know I don't like
to be kept waiting.

I don't have a return date
yet for Mr. Stalder...

...but he's anxious to talk to you,
so when I do, I'll get back to you.

I mean, this is going nowhere.

Patience.

Patience.

-I think you might be a little too patient.
-What?

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Believe me.

You wouldn't understand.

You know this is gonna end, right?

Reddington was only here
because of Liz.

You, Samar, all of you...

...were only here because of her.

So before it ends...

...just tell her.

You'll never know what she's gonna say
unless you do.

Mr. Stalder's office.
How may I be of service?

Susan Hargrave. Put him on.

-Holy crap.
-Jackpot.

Sorry to call, Mr. Stalder.
You said you wanted to know...

...when Mrs. Hargrave
contacted your office.

-Put her through.
-Turn it up.

You're on with Mrs. Hargrave .

You got a lot of guts calling me.

Hello, Benjamin. I have to imagine...

...you are a little confused
by recent events.

Rest assured, we are not in the habit
of kidnapping our own clients.

Oh, no, no, no, I'm not confused.
No, I understand perfectly.

My employer paid you
to kidnap Elizabeth Keen.

Then you not only failed to deliver
the target, but your people got her killed.

Then you went after me so you'd have
a bargaining chip against my boss...

...who wants you dead.

Simmer down, Benjamin. I'm calling
to offer your employer an olive branch...

...but if you don't want it, I'm happy
to shove that branch up your ass.

-Go ahead. I'm listening.
-Raymond Reddington.

If I recall our original conversation,
you want him dead.

If I kill him, would that help make things
right between our companies?

It would help, but that's impossible.
No one's been able to get to him.

And yet, I'm on my way to meet
with the man now.

Will you be so dear as to convey
my offer to your boss?

She's here. Bring him in.

Copy that.

She's inside, Raymond.

-Yes, Tom.
-Stay out of the airport.

Don't go in. We intercepted a call
from Hargrave to Stalder. It's a trap.

I can't say that I'm surprised.

Disappointed, perhaps.

-Kill or capture?
-Kill.

Your head is a peace offering
for them botching the job with Liz.

Thank you, Tom.

Shall we turn around?

No. Let's keep our appointment.

Scottie hates to be kept waiting.

Next.

Boarding pass and ID, please.

Next.

Sir, sir. You've been randomly
selected for a check.

You're good, thanks.

My campaign does not
coordinate with any PACs.

I'm honored
they want me to be president...

...but I don't tell them
how to spend their money.

Although I like how they're spending it.
Have you seen the ads?

As president, I'll say no to amnesty,
defend the Second Amendment...

...return the job of educating our children
where it belongs, at the local level.

I'll stand firm with the American people
whether Washington likes it or not.

911, what's your emergency?

Hands in the air. Now!
Over your head!

On the ground.

Arms behind you.

It's him.

Raymond Reddington.

I've been staring at your "wanted" photo
in the break room for years.

Can't wait to see the captain's face.

We're gonna get medals
before this thing is over--

Sorry, brother.

Whatever she's paying you,
I'll triple it.

She told me you'd say that.

-All right, watch his head now.
-If you care so much for your partner...

...what will you do when he wakes up?
You hit him on the head.

Got jumped from behind. By your men
who kidnapped me, helped you escape.

That's what will be in my report.

There's no cameras back here. Stairs.

She'll have me killed,
you know that, right?

You're walking me to my execution.

All I know is Mrs. Hargrave is fully
sanctioned by the U.S. government.

I figure that makes me
a defense contractor.

I'm gonna buy my wife one of them
candy-colored houses...

...in Bermuda she loves,
retire with the money from this job.

I once spent part of a summer
in Bermuda.

The islands, certainly not the shorts.

Not a lot to do there
except ride motor scooters...

...and play checkers with the locals.

I'm more of a chess man myself.

But one tactic that came naturally
was the concept of forced capture.

Sacrificing a checker to force
your enemy in one direction...

...while your forces lie in wait
for the exquisitely...

...satisfying double jump.

One quick look
at the airport schematics...

...revealed why Scottie chose
the lounge on Concourse F.

Conveniently located near
a little-used loading dock.

-Shall we?
-Please. Don't kill me.

I said double jump.
You're merely the first capture.

Please, if you would?

Here he comes.

Close the door.

Sniper!

-Where is he?
-He's not there!

Step out slowly.

God, that door is slow.

I was hoping for a somewhat more
dramatic entrance, but what the hell.

Scottie. Aren't you the challenging
woman to pin down?

The FBI just received a call
from Airports Authority.

Mr. Reddington escaped police custody
from a first class lounge at BWI.

Can't be right. Tom called him
and warned him it was a setup.

All I know is one officer's missing,
one's injured...

...and I cannot reach Mr. Reddington.

Get over there
and find out what happened.

I have to give you this, Raymond.

It's been years since a man
worked this hard to gain my attention.

Who hired you to go after
Elizabeth Keen?

Howard would be so happy to see you.

He still tells that story
at dinner parties...

...about the night you were jumped
in Kuala Lumpur.

Each time, there are five more machetes
you had to fight off.

My fondness for your husband
holds no currency here.

I didn't kill Masha-- Elizabeth Keen.
Whatever you wanna call her.

She died in childbirth.

Perhaps if she'd been
in a proper hospital....

Damn you.

I couldn't foresee what happened
to that poor girl any more than you.

I told you I was hired...

...to abduct her, not take her life.

-Who hired you?
-You know exactly who hired me.

I'd like to be sure.

Alexander Kirk.

I talked to the guard. He says his partner
jumped him from behind.

Why, to help Reddington?

More than likely, the guard
was in on the abduction...

...which Reddington walked into
despite knowing it was a trap.

I'm looking at a report that says the
containers never made it to evidence.

The entire convoy
was hijacked this morning.

-You think Reddington took it?
-I get the feeling...

...he has an agenda here
he's not sharing with us.

You know, I used to have such
high hopes for your organization.

High hopes for Howard.

Halcyon was once
such a promising company...

...like AOL.

Put an entire generation online.

Companies can so easily
lose their way.

Forget what it was that made them
great to begin with.

I remember a time when your husband
never would have taken a job...

...from a man like Alexander Kirk...

-...if only out of respect for his friends.
-Howard didn't take that job.

We haven't had sex in four years.
We're rarely in the same country...

-...let alone the same bed.
-What bed have you been occupying?

I've been assuming a larger role
in management position.

-You don't say.
-We've never been more successful.

Listen, Red.

I regret what happened
to Elizabeth Keen.

But her kidnapping was simply
a business decision.

You should recognize that.

We all do what we have to
in order to survive.

You know, Howard and I do.

Survival is all relative.

There are limits...

...even for people like us.
Especially for people like us.

When Kirk hired us to abduct Masha,
he also wanted me to kill you.

I'm sorry I didn't take that job.

Here's where we stand.

Elizabeth Keen is dead...

...which means you are too.

Alexander Kirk is coming to kill you.

The only surprise is
that I got to you first.

You've killed a lot of people
trying to reach me.

Well, here I am.

Finish what you came to do.

You have it all wrong, dear.

I didn't come to kill you.

I came here because you and I
are about to climb into bed together.

Just for a quickie.

We now share a mutual enemy.

So let's get you bandaged up.

Not that you aren't even lovelier
with a little blood trickling down your arm.