All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S08E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

♪**♪

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Hello?

What?

I'll be right there.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Excuse me, sir.
Your business?

Hotel Medical Services.

We received a call
from a guest with
nausea and vomiting.

I've got a federal defendant
under house arrest.

We have orders to monitor
all activities on the floor.

Oh, this guest is a UN
investigator who thinks

he may have been exposed
to nuclear materials.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hello?

Oh, my God.
He's on fire.

This guy's prodromal.

So you're saying
he was exposed?

He needs a hospital!

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Agonal respirations.
Thready pulse.

You're gonna
need to ventilate.

You coming?
It's contagious,
right?

Yeah. Like the giggles.
If the giggles could kill you.

We're in.

♪**♪

(WOMAN MOANING
AND PANTING)

(RUSSIAN ACCENT) What the...
Who the hell are you?

MAN: I'm here
to get you out.

Who sent you?
Coates? Bryson?

We need to go now.

I hope you're not
afraid of heights.

(WOMAN MOANING)

Step in.

EMI-shielding.
So the feds won't know we
removed your ankle monitor.

So how do we
get past the cops?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

No one goes in
or out of this room
until it's decontaminated.

Got it?

(CHUCKLES)

Hey! Hey!

♪**♪

Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!

Stop right there!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

When did it happen?
A little over
two hours ago.

Two hours?
I didn't want to call you

until I knew
the news was good.

It's good.
How good?

I think it's safe to say

he's back to his
same old chipper self.

REDDINGTON: Hello, Dom.
You've been outflanked.

REDDINGTON: Katarina's been

surprisingly formidable.

Ah, like France guarding
the Maginot Line

during the Blitzkrieg.

She still hasn't found
what she's after.

She captured
and nearly killed you.

She put me in a coma.

Anything else?

Or on the seventh day
did she rest?

You should rest.

So there is more.

The seizures are gone,
but the doctor says

keeping it that way

requires you to be
calm and rested.

It's Masha now,
isn't it?

♪**♪

She knows I'm not Ilya.

So, she knows
I lied to her.

DEMBE: Elizabeth is here.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

We want the same thing.

With her help, we'll get it.

I want Masha's trust.
I had it.

Thanks to you,
I don't have it
anymore.

(DOOR SHUTS)

How's the patient?

Tired. He just...
Needs more rest.

We have a case to discuss.

Roanoke?
He makes
people disappear.

Like Maddy Tolliver.

Is that what
her banker told you?

She contracted him?

At her instruction,
the banker wired money

into a Philadelphia account

controlled by Roanoke.

Your tremors
are gone.

They are.

But not the underlying
condition.

I need you to focus on
Roanoke, not on me.

Can you do that?

♪**♪

LIZ: General Kony gave
combat-ready troops

the slip in Uganda.

Achemez Gochiyayev

killed 293 people
in the apartment bombings

that triggered
the Second Chechen War

and then was
never seen again.

Both vanished,
escaped capture

with the assistance of a man

who calls himself Roanoke.

Roanoke. Like the lost colony
that mysteriously vanished.

Cute. We have a name?

We don't know his name
or location

or even if
he's still alive.

Reddington says
Roanoke was thought
to be dead or captured,

but a recent extraction
in Pennsylvania
proves otherwise.

We believe
this is Roanoke.

I know this guy.

He was arrested
after 9/11

for getting
Al-Qaeda loyalists
out of the country.

If he's in our system,
we must have an ID.

We have his prints,
his DNA.

We know he has
a distinctive scar
on his right cheek.

What we don't have
is a name.

The authorities
at Qincheng Prison
got a series of aliases

but nothing authentic
before he escaped.

He escaped Qincheng?

Tell us about
the extraction
in Pennsylvania.

Lev Pasternak.

Russian oligarch.

Disappeared from
a Philadelphia hotel room

where he was on house arrest
pending trial for murder.

Then let's get
a team up there to
start looking for him.

You should know
that the reason Reddington
gave us this case

is because the next person
Roanoke is supposed
to disappear

is Maddy Tolliver.

What? Uh...
I thought she was dead.

Yeah, no. She's not.

Why didn't you tell us?

LIZ: Because she's also
not Maddy Tolliver.

She's my mother.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. (CHUCKLES)
Uh, hang on a second.

The woman from
across the hall is your...

That means you got to
spend time with your mom
after all these years.

Yeah, she was pretending
to be someone else

and trying to kill
a lot of people
you care about,

but, still, that...

I mean, that must
have been, you know...

Uh, meaningful?

PARK: Does Reddington
understand he's asking you

to try and capture
your mother...

And if you do,
she might get
the death penalty?

Yeah. I think he does.

And so do I.

Really?
Because Park's right.

Your mother's life
may hang in the balance.

And if we do this,

your allegiance
has to be to us, not her.

Can you promise me that?

Yes. I can.

COOPER: Okay, then.

Roll out.

How could you
tell him that?

Because it's the truth.

You're not gonna
tell your own mother

that we're
hunting her down?

I don't have to.
She knows.

Wait, how?
Who told her?

She had the chance
to keep Reddington
from meeting her banker,

and she didn't take it.

Why would she do that?

I have absolutely no idea.

Because it makes her
easier to be found.

♪**♪

(DOOR OPENS)

Who's the mastermind
behind getting me out?

Roanoke.

Whoever that is, I'm gonna
make him filthy rich.

The only reward
he wants is for you
to stand right there.

Okay. Sure.
What happens right here?

♪**♪

Oh, no. No.

U.S. MARSHAL:
I noticed it too late.

Two EMTs went in.
Three came out.

By the time
I got down there,

Pasternak
was in the ambulance.

RESSLER: Can you ID
the guys who took him?

ID 'em? I thought I shot 'em.

You didn't shoot anyone.
Maybe you missed.

Maybe. But I did two tours
in Afghanistan as a sniper.

I don't miss.

LIZ: Aram just sent this over
from the hotel security feeds.

Ballistic glass.
Yeah. And armor-plated.

Look how low
it rides.

An armor-plated ambulance.

U.S. MARSHAL:
I told you I don't miss.

Whoever did the retrofit
probably did it for Roanoke.

Could be he knows
how to find him.

I'll text the man
in the hat.

If anyone knows who makes
armor-plated ambulances,

it's him.

(BLENDER WHIRRING)

What is the meaning
of this?

W-Who do you
think you are?

Fun fact...

Li Qing Yuen
ate wolfberries

every day of his life

and was said to have lived
to the ripe old age of 256.

From 1677 to 1933.

Imagine! (LAUGHS)

He could have had dinner
with both Newton and Einstein.

Separately, of course.

Elizabeth texted
something about
a custom armor-plate job.

Give her Eduardo's number
and tell her she may need

to incentivize dear Eddy
to get him to talk.

To immortality.

♪**♪

Ahh.

My associate spoke
to the doorman

on his way
into your building.

And the doorman said
a downstairs apartment

recently sold
for four-six.

And there's another
one on the market.

But I doubt the board will
approve your application.

(LAUGHS) I'm surprised
they approved yours.

Or did you fail
to mention your role

in helping Roanoke
escape captivity?

I suppose a lot of
Park Avenue apartments

are owned
by your countrymen,

but I doubt any of them
used to be superintendent
of a Chinese prison.

What do you want?

Ahh. What do I want?

(CHUCKLES) Years ago,
I was in a taxi

on my way to a rendezvous
in Kowloon City.

This must have been
around '98, '99.

They'd just closed
Kai Tak Airport,

and everything
was going in and out

of the big, brand-new
Hong Kong International.

The place was gigundous.

Largest passenger terminal
in the world at the time.

I'd come in
on a cargo flight,

and it was absolute madness
over there.

My ground transport
had gotten screwed up,
so I grabbed a taxi.

I was running about
an hour late

and was a little
out of sorts,

so I'm sure
I put the driver on edge,

although he seemed
pretty unflappable,

and he had a hell
of a heavy foot.

Anyway,
we're doing our best.
Traffic is terrible.

The guy's
bobbing and weaving,

and I'm trying to relax
with one eye on the clock.

Meanwhile, Jerzy's been
sitting at the Lucky Duck
for 45 minutes,

so given his usual
15 minutes a drink,

Jerzy's just finished
his third gin and tonic
with a fourth on the way.

Now, I think the world
and all of Jerzy,

but at his best,
he's a bit stroppy,

and after
four or five G&Ts,

he's starting to look around
for someone to mess with.

So I'm feeling a little...

Vulnerable.

I'm looking out the window.
We're stopped at a light.

And all of a sudden,

right there in the middle
of the intersection

is this scrawny little cat.

A kitten, really.

Crying, meowing, scared to
death, and traffic everywhere.

I mean everywhere.

Four lanes.

And I just...

And then the cat
looked at me.

Stopped crying.
Closed its mouth.

Blinked.

And just stared at me.

Like...

Like it knew me.

It took a couple
of steps forward.

I started to open the door.

And phooph...
The taxi took off.

And there we went.

And there went the cat.

Jerzy was fine.

(CHUCKLES)
Drunk. Angry.

But he was fine.

Ahh.

What do I want?

I want that cat.

And Roanoke.

I wish I could help,
but he didn't say
where he was going.

A name then.

I don't know his name.

The name
you provided him with.

The passport.
The driver's license.

I want that name.

And the cat.

♪**♪

HEDDIE: Santiago Vega.

REDDINGTON: A name he may
or may not be using.

And you don't know
where he is.

Not yet. But I will.

Heddie, I need you
to reach out to your
contacts at the IRS,

dig into his financials,
see if you can help us

track this guy down.

All right.
I'll talk to my people
and circle back.

Even if he's
using an alias,

sooner or later, the IRS
is gonna find him.

Like Joe Louis
to Billy Conn,

"You can run,
but you can't hide."

The Brown Bomber.
I look for him in my
dreams every night.

Don't worry, Raymond.
I'm on it.

♪**♪

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

RESSLER:
Eduardo Martinez?

EDUARDO:
Can I help you?

Agents Ressler
and Keen, FBI.

We're looking for a man
who customized an ambulance.

I'd have to
check my records.

That's a pretty heavy door.
Armor-plated?

Yes. A custom job
for a Thai executive.

The ambulance we're talking
about was armor-plated.

Like I say,
I have to check.

You do that.
And we will, too.

Make sure all your, uh,
work visas are in order.

Hey. I-I pay my taxes.

RESSLER: And you employ
a lot of people.

Look. We don't wanna mess
with that. And we won't...

If you tell us
who hired you

to armor-plate that ambulance
and where to find him.

EDUARDO: There's a warehouse.
3rd and Windham.

(DOOR SHUTS)

LIZ: These are the plans
for the hotel where
they took Pasternak.

Roanoke was
definitely here.

Which means we're one step
closer to finding him,

and Reddington's
one step closer
to finding my mother.

RESSLER: Well, you said
she wanted her banker

to tell Reddington
about Roanoke.

Okay, but how
did she know

Reddington was meeting
with her banker?

Who tipped her off?

It was you, wasn't it?

Yeah. I warned her.

But she ignored your warning.
Why would she do that?

I don't know.

So you have picked
a side. Hers.

Over his. Yeah.

And over ours?

What do you mean?

You told Cooper that
we have your allegiance.
Do we?

♪**♪

Keen. Do we have
your allegiance or not?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You lied to me.

You told me Roanoke
was your escape plan.

He is.

Then why is he surveilling
the warehouse where
my grandfather's being kept?

The only way I can be safe

is if Dom tells me
everything I need to know,

and that won't happen
unless I get him away
from Reddington.

Roanoke can do that.

Abduct my grandfather.
Yes.

So your mother
can survive.

I think it's time
you tell me everything.

Let's start with Dom
and why you
want to abduct him.

All you can see is
what I want to do to him.

What I want you to see
is what he did to me.

In the West,
you tell your young men

to stand up
for their country.

In Russia, young women
were told to lay down
with the enemy.

That's how
you showed loyalty.

As the daughter of
a domineering spy master,

I never had a voice
in my future.

I was 15 the first time
they ordered me

to sleep with a young
American soldier.

Dom was the man
who ordered me.

That's awful.
I'm so sorry.

One reason I gave up
my little girl,

arranged for you
to grow up
in this country,

was to spare you
my fate.

And because
you had to disappear.

Which I never
could have done,

or would have done,

if you weren't safe.

And you were safe, Masha.

Until that man
who calls himself
Raymond Reddington

pulled you into the middle
of everything

I was protecting you from.

I don't know
who Reddington is,

but I know he betrayed me.

Reddington,
along with my father
and my best friend.

The secrets
you're looking for?

They tried to murder me
to bury them.

What secret
could be so powerful

that a father would
be willing to murder
his own daughter?

What do you know
about N-13?

N-13? I don't know
what that is.

Not a what. A who.

N-13 is an operative.

The "N" stands for
"neopoznanny,"

the Russian word
for "unidentified."

13 represents the 13 packets
of intel he stole

from Lubyanka Square
in 1990.

You're talking about
a KGB mole?

One whose identity
remains unknown.

A turncoat who was
never proven to exist.

Thirty years of hunting,
and still no one knows.

N-13 is still active?
Depending on who you ask.

The CIA, MSS,
MI5, the Mossad,

all believe he continues
to cypher

some of their
most damaging intel.

From other governments?

Why? To what end?

To build
a compromising file.

The Sikorsky Archive.

You said
it's a blackmail file.

One that started with 13 intel
packets over 30 years ago

and has been evolving
ever since.

That's why there was
a bounty on your head.

Yes.

Because Dom set me up.

He leaked to the KGB
that I was N-13,

that the dossier
Ilya asked me
to deliver that night

was the elusive
Archive.

They framed you.

And tried to murder me
before the truth
could be known.

Why? Who were they
protecting?

(CHUCKLES)
What?

You think Reddington
is N-13?

Or Dom. Or both.

I believe Dom framed me

so everyone would
stop looking for N-13.

Had I died that night,
they would have.

But you didn't.

That's why you're
still on the run.

Wrongly accused.

Hunted for a crime
I didn't commit.

LIZ: So N-13...

Reddington... Is a mole.

Who has manipulated you
to gain access to top
U.S. intelligence.

Masha, Reddington
didn't choose you.

He needed you.

He traded on the questions
you have about your past

to gain immunity.

He gives you criminals,
and in exchange,

he learns the names of
every high-level official

working in
American justice,

law enforcement,
and intelligence.

So this whole time

Reddington's been using me,

the Task Force

has been this Trojan horse

he's been using to
obtain classified intel.

A father figure
is trying to
manipulate you

the way my father
manipulated me.

Dom is lying about me.

I am not N-13.

I do not have the Archive.

But unless I get him
to tell me who does,

to give me proof that
I can show the world,

I will be killed.

I get it now.

Why you let your banker
meet with Reddington.

Why you wanted
Reddington to have us
chase after Roanoke.

So we would
find the warehouse,
find the photo.

Warn Reddington that
you are going after Dom,

while he's convalescing
in a well-guarded warehouse.

But if they think
it's under attack...

Reddington will move Dom,
and while he's being moved...

He's a soft target.

(CHUCKLES)
That's quite a plan.

And it could work.

It almost has worked
in every way except one.

The FBI didn't find
that photo. I did.

Which means my fate
is in your hands.

As well as my grandfather's.

And Reddington.

Someone who killed
the man who raised you,

who's responsible
for the death

of the man you loved,

and who is
so manipulative,

he was willing
to let you believe
he was your father.

You wanted the truth.

I've given it to you.

It's up to you
what you do with it.

♪**♪

LIZ: And I'm supposed
to believe you?

REDDINGTON: (LAUGHING)
Of course not.

I'm a criminal.
Criminals are
notorious liars.

Everything about me
is a lie.
LIZ: Why me?

I wish the answer

were as simple
as the question seems.

Are you my father?

No.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

♪**♪

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Hey. Thanks
for calling me back.

I need to talk to you.

No. In person.

♪**♪

(MONITOR BEEPING)

We have a break
in the case.

Tell me.

I will. But I need you
to tell me something first.

When my mother abducted you
in Paris, what did she want?

From you. Dom. Dembe.

She's been on a rampage.
I want to know why.

He's a tough old bear.

I know you're angry with him,
but for what it's worth,

you inherited
the best of him.

That's it.
That's your non-answer.

I've given you my answer
every time you've asked.

That you don't lie,
you just withhold.

That I have things
that are mine

and no one else's.

So, what's the break
in the case?

(SCOFFS)

I found this at Roanoke's
last known location.

Dom is his next target.
Her next target.

Dom.

I can't lose him.

Not like this.

She's quite determined.

You'll have to be, as well.

♪**♪

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You okay?

(DRAWER SHUTS)

No. I'm not.

I realized my mother
can't be trusted.

Are you to be trusted?

Yes.

Good. I'm glad.

And a little curious.
What did you find out
about her?

My mother's not using
Roanoke to get away.

She's using him to get
to my grandfather, Dominic.

What proof do you have?

I found this where Roanoke
planned his last job.

It's the building
where my grandfather's
being treated.

Your grandfather.
So, wait. Are you saying

your mother's target
is her own father?

Yeah, it's, uh...
It's a long story.

That she hired Roanoke
to abduct him?

A very long story.
LIZ: She's looking
for something.

Scorching and burning
anything that stands

between her
and getting it.

Including her father.

Have you spoken
to Reddington?

Yes. He agrees.
Her next target is Dom,

and she could attack
at any minute.

He wants to move Dom
to a new safe house.

I offered one of the
plain-wrap medical vans
from the FBI fleet.

COOPER: Done.
We'll coordinate
with Reddington.

Put a TAC team
in the warehouse.

Once we get Dom out,
we'll be ready

for Roanoke to walk
into our trap.

♪**♪

REDDINGTON:
Where are you on Santiago?

In San Juan.

Puerto Rico?
Mm-hmm.

Short story long,

I was able to use
the IRS to identify

fourteen Santiago Vegas.

Seven were deceased.
Two were minors.

And one has
a current address
in San Juan,

and, according to an old photo
in the local newspaper,

he's got the same exact scar
on the right side of his face.

I have a contact in Bayamon.
We'll organize a team.

No need.
I just spoke to his sister.

I was gonna tell her that
her brother has a tax refund.

Heddie. The man's hiding
in Puerto Rico to hide.

He's certainly not going
to come out of hiding

to claim a refund
on taxes he never paid.

That's what Tony said, which
is why I went with his idea,

and I told her I'm with
the Mail Recovery Center,

which is just
a fancy way of saying...

The Dead Letter Office.

Right. I told her
that I have a package

that's been searching for him
for over four years,

but that only he can
take possession

and that he had to
sign himself.

Told me Vega was shacked up

in some resort
on Parque Isla Verde.

I'm following her there now.

Neither snow nor rain nor heat
nor gloom of night.

Bless you, Heddie.

Call me when you know more.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(POWER WRENCH WHIRRING)

♪**♪

Four flat-free tires.
As ordered.

And the name of a guy
who will be able to
expedite a work visa,

as requested.

You scratch my back,
I scratch yours.

No one's the wiser.

It's like
you were never here.

DOM: I got it, I got it.
Leave me alone.

I might've known.

The minute you
tell me I'm safe,

the candy stripers
go on attack.

I should've
crawled out of here
the moment I woke up.

I assure you
the situation's in hand.

But sometimes plans
require changing.

Just like your bedsheets.

(GROANS)

I don't like this.
He's in a very
fragile state.

His life depends on...
His life depends on

staying alive. That means
getting him out of here.

So, please, just try
and do your job
as best you can

without making mine
more difficult.

I've got him for that.

We've uplinked the
CCTV feeds in the area

and got the snipers
on the roof.

All right.
I want to be informed

the minute you have
Roanoke in custody.

You and Ressler
will take point
on the escort.

Raymond and I will be
in the follow car.

Copy that.
LIZ: I'm sorry.

I have to be the one
behind the wheel
of that transport van.

Why? Is this some sort
of FBI insurance thing?

More like "an FBI agent
demanding to protect
her grandfather" thing.

Uh-huh.

We'll go check
the vehicles.

You're angry with me,
and I don't blame you.

I misled you.

I'm used to it.

I know
you have questions.

You know what, Dom?
I really only ever
had one question.

Why?

If he's not my father,
then why me?

I asked you,
and you told me

his real identity
was Ilya Koslov,

which it is not.

Another lie.

Are you really telling me

you're ready to dive
into the truth now?

I'm in...

An impossible situation.

Yeah, that's about
what I thought.

(DOOR OPENS)
Okay, guys and gals.

Can we please
load the patient
into the van?

We're frittering away
time here.

We're all set.
TAC Team's on standby.

Soon as you roll out, cameras
go up and we lay in wait.

When Roanoke strikes,
we'll be ready.

Don't look so disgruntled,
Agent Fredrick.

I don't bite.

Unless you ever
utter my name.

In which case,
I'll gut you like a fish

and feed you
to the lobsters.

Good pep talk.

LIZ: What's our destination?

I've secured a lodge
on Deep Creek Lake.

High on a bluff,
easy to defend.
Views for miles.

And the route?

We'll take back roads
to 135,

then it's a straight shot
all the way to the lake.

You get that?
BAHAR: Yes.

I can't believe she's actually
going through with this.

How did you get her
to wear the wire?

A daughter's need
for her mother's approval

is nature's
most powerful force.

Move your team out.

♪**♪

What is it, Raymond?

Just thinking.
About?

Roanoke's extractions
are all inside jobs.

He succeeds by putting
his people on the inside,

or buying the loyalty
of those already there.

Do you believe he may have
turned one of our men?

No.

They know the consequences
of betrayal.

Still. It's...troubling.

Can't stay angry forever,
you know.

I'm not so sure
about that.

I only misled you

because I wanted you
to have some resolution.

It didn't help.

Yeah. Well, I tried.

No. You lied.

You made up
an elaborate story.

It wasn't all a story.

Enough of it was
because not you,

nor Ilya Koslov,
nor Raymond Reddington

want me to know
what you know.

Well, guess what,

I know.

I know enough.

And I'm gonna prove it.

COOPER: Sitrep on the convoy?
ARAM: Transport is moving

unimpeded west
through Catharpin
on highway 234.

What's this?
The truck approaching
Reddington's warehouse.

Running the plates now.
Team Bravo, you have eyes?

FREDRICK: That's affirmative.

Hold your position
until we know what
we're dealing with.

What's going on, Masha?

Just enjoy the ride,
try and relax.

Stop telling me
to relax.

What's going on?
What're you up to?

ARAM: Okay,
that dumpster is valid.

It's part of
the DPW fleet.
Ward five.

Bravo Team, stand down.
We're clear on the vehicle.

FREDRICK: All quiet here.

Yeah. Too quiet.

I don't like this.

What are we missing?

♪**♪

(LANA SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON TV)

(CONTINUES
SPEAKING SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Santiago?
It's me. Lana.

We brought you some mail.
Thought it might
be fun for you.

HEDDIE: Boss, hey,
we got a problem.

What is it?
Vega.

I found him,
but it's not good.

He's sick, Raymond.
Real sick.

Dementia.
Parkinson's.

Whoever pulled that job,
whoever's looking for Dom,

it ain't Vega.

Somebody's playing you.

DOM: Soon as you
got behind the wheel

I thought you were
up to something.

I gave you a chance, Dom.

Just like I gave
Reddington chances.

I gave him seven years
worth of chances.

I had good reasons
for telling you
what I told you.

Oh, so help me God,
if another person
in my life

tells me they lied to me
for my own protection.

You don't understand
the position I'm in.

You're right. I don't.

Whatever you're
doing, don't...
(MONITOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

DR. CLEMONS:
His heart rate's climbing.

Please, stop.
We have to keep him calm.

(MONITOR BEEPING)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Yeah.

It's a set-up. We need
to get off this highway.

There's a turnoff
on the right about
a half a mile ahead.

I'll be gone by then.

But don't worry.

Dom will be safe.

She promised me
that much.

Elizabeth.
What have you done?

♪**♪

(BEEP)

(TIRES SCREECHING,
AIR HISSING)

(TIRES SCREECH, AIR HISSES)

DR. CLEMONS:
Everything will be okay.
Just breathe.

PARK: So we've been conned.

Us and Mr. Reddington.

But not Keen.
She did the con.
She and Katarina.

Well, it all makes
sense now.

Why Katarina
wanted Reddington

to think that she was
going after Roanoke.

Why she wanted him
put on the Blacklist.

Except there is
no Roanoke.

Just the shell of a man
living in hospice.

Katarina couldn't hire him,
so she imitated him.

Had her people
abduct Lev Pasternak,

then leave breadcrumbs
to make Reddington believe

it was the work
of Roanoke.

She wanted us to believe
that he was still active,

that she had
hired him to get Dom
out of that warehouse.

ARAM: Which was a tactic
designed to scare us,

which only made him
more vulnerable.

So, you know,
kudos to us.

We need
to find them, Harold.

I'm searching in my world.
You need to search in yours.

They must be found.

Elizabeth doesn't
want to be found.

By either of us.

REDDINGTON: Forgive me,
but at the moment

I'm not interested
in what she wants.

COOPER:
At the moment, or ever?

All Agent Keen wanted
from you were answers,

about her past, her parents.

And you refused
to give them.

What I have given her
is an education.

On how people think.

What they want.

And what they're
willing to do to get it.

We'll find her.

But not so she can
continue her "education."

We'll do it because
we're concerned about her

and because
she broke the law.

I'm angry with Agent Keen,
but I'm livid with you.

Seven years ago she was kind,
enthusiastic, decent.

Under your tutelage
she's become someone
I fail to recognize.

Oh, I think you do.

You may not want to.

You and I both
may not like
what it looks like.

But we both recognize it
for what it is...

Her destiny.

We will get her back.

We, not you.

What are you
saying, Harold?

This is
an internal matter now.

Your assistance
is not required.

It may not be welcome,
but it is most definitely
required.

Forgive me
for not seeing you out,

but I need
to address my team.

Don't be cheeky, Harold.
You've never seen me out.

A manhunt.
For Agent Keen.

With all due respect,
sir, isn't this a bit
of an overreaction?

To abduction.
RESSLER: Of her grandfather.

A lying,
deceitful KGB goon.

I must've missed the part
in the criminal code

that says we only care
when nice people are taken.

I get it.
You don't want to do it.

I don't wanna
do it either.

But Agent Keen
has betrayed this agency

as well as everyone
in this room.

She is responsible
for the abduction
of Dominic Wilkinson

and is now in league
with Katarina Rostova,

who may be her mother,
but is also a wanted fugitive.

They don't need jail time.
They need family therapy.

I mean, shouldn't
we wait for her to
reach out to us first?

Sorry. Of course we'll do
what you tell us, sir.

But personally?

This feels wrong.

I suspect we all feel
the same way.

But we have a job to do,
so, let's go do it.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(VEHICLE ALERT DINGING)

(VEHICLE DOOR SHUTS,
DINGING STOPS)

What do you want?
Time.

To figure things out.

A favor.
That's what you want.

After lying to my face
you expect a favor.

I didn't know
why she wanted us
to go after Roanoke.

You have no reason
to believe me,
but it's true.

And Dom.

She needs
to talk to him.

She's gonna
torture him.

Bleed him
like she bled
Reddington.

Are you okay
with that?

I would not
let that happen.

I want answers.

You sabotaged
an FBI investigation.

And you shot
the man responsible
for your father's death.

I guess family just
has a way of bringing
out the worst in us.

No. This is different
and you know that.

I was a teenager.
I didn't have
anyone to go to.

But you do.

Liz, come in with me.

We'll talk to Cooper.
I'll back you,

no matter what comes.

(VOICE BREAKING)
You saying that...

That means the world to me.

It does,

but I know things now.

Things I need Dom to confirm

about the Sikorsky Archive
and N-13.

N-13?
I need time.

Katarina needs time.

Not to hurt Dom,

to convince him
to tell us what he knows.

What Reddington knows
and refuses to tell me.

Yes, I need a favor,
but I need it.

(STEVIE NICKS'
LANDSLIDE PLAYS)

And I need you
to keep believing in me.

♪**♪

** Took my love
And I took it down

** Climbed a mountain
and I turned around...

I won't give up on you.

But I still need
to do my job, Keen.

I know you do.

** Till the landslide
brought me down...

Damn it.

You didn't trust me
when we first met.

(SIGHS)
We've come so far

just to end up
right where we started.

** Rise above?

** And can I sail through
the changin' ocean tides?

That's right... Keen.

K-E-E-N.

First name's Elizabeth.

** Oh, oh, I don't know

** Mm, mm, I don't know

** Well, I've been
afraid of changing

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

** 'Cause I've built my life
around you...

I just spoke
to Dr. Clemons.

They reached
the new safe house.

Dom is stable
and resting peacefully.

** I'm getting older, too

** Yes,
I'm getting older, too...

You did
the right thing.

Yeah, it doesn't
feel that way.

I just walked away
from the only friends I have.

You did what you did
to protect them. And me.

And yourself.

Dom.

We're not gonna hurt him.

Neither of us want that.

So how are you gonna
get him to talk?

I'm not.

You are.

** I've been afraid of changing

** 'Cause I've built my life
around you

** But time makes you bolder...

DEMBE: Raymond?

** I'm getting older, too

** Yes,
I'm getting older, too...

I lost her, Dembe.

We lost her.

I lost her.

We knew
this day might come.

We talked about it.

This was always
a possibility.

Yeah. I knew, but...

And I let it happen anyway.

** Oh, the landslide
will bring it down **

♪**♪