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Oh.
Not again.

Ohh.

Yeah?

This is Zimmer Security.

We have an alarm alert.

Yeah,
everything's fine.

Uh, raccoons
tip the can.

They set off the alarm.
There's no need to ‐‐

I have officers en route.

They should arriving
momentarily.

Well, listen, this is like
the third time this month.

Just tell the officers
that they ‐‐

Sir, we have officers
on site now.

Police. Is anyone home?

Police.
Answer the door.

I tried to tell you ‐‐

interrupt a man
while he's sleeping,

find out
how a man sleeps.

I'm gonna
make this easy, Carl.

Trip the alarm,
your wife dies.

Look at our faces,
your wife dies.

The key for box C112.
Hand it over.

You know who that belongs to?
Stay down.

Once your wife calls,
you're free to go.

Carl?
They're gone. Are you ‐‐

Honey?

Hey.
It's me.

Call Reddington.

Tell him we got a problem.

Carl, I entrusted you
with my belongings

because I believed
that you could keep them safe.

Clearly I overestimated
your abilities.

Yes.
But with all due respect ‐‐

"With all due respect"?

What an absurd
little qualifier.

Why do people insist
on stating their deference

right before
undercutting it

with a mildly disrespectful
provocation?

Whoever robbed you
knew where to look,

and they didn't
learn it from me.

So...

with all due respect, if there
was a failure of security,

it wasn't on my end.

Thank you, Carl.

Now, with all due respect,

your cologne is beginning
to make my eyes water.

That was Marvin.

He's closing the other
deposit boxes as we speak.

Your hunch was right.

Elizabeth
was behind the robbery.

Which means it had to be Hadley
who tipped her off to the box.

Carlos is holed up
in Turin.

Yanka's nursing a gunshot wound
in Bariloche.

You think she hired
the Confidence?

Yes, actually.
I believe I do.

Harold.

It appears we can add
bank robbery

to Elizabeth's burgeoning
criminal résumé.

What happened?
Have you spoken with her?

Do you know
where she is?

I do not, but I know
a few of the criminals

she's been
mixed up with.

They call themselves
the Fribourg Confidence.

In the past three years,
they've stolen over $25 million

from at least six
U. S. banks.

Six robberies?
Why haven't I heard about them?

The thefts
were never reported.

The Confidence targets accounts
held by criminals

who have arrangements

with somewhat unscrupulous
bank managers.

I've never
concerned myself

with the Fribourgians
or Fribourgers or ‐‐

I don't know.
They never bothered me,

so I never bothered with them.

Until now.

Last night, they stole
something very important to me.

I want it back.

You mean Elizabeth stole
from you,

and you're not
going to tell me what.

What she stole
is my concern,

but finding Elizabeth
concerns us both.

This case may help us
to do that.

$4 million stolen
from a Los Angeles bank.

A Monet taken from
a safe deposit box in Oslo.

Millions in forged
cigarette tax stamps

vanish from a vault
in Kobe.

According to Reddington, the
same heist crew which robbed him

have targeted banks
from Seattle to Ankara,

and none of the thefts
have been reported

because the targets
were criminals.

And Reddington's sure it was
Agent Keen who hired them?

He wouldn't say what Agent Keen
was after or why,

but whatever it was,
he believes finding this crew

is our best chance
of finding her.

And what happens
when we find her?

We bring her in and just,
you know,

pretend like none of this
ever happened?

Something tells me that's not
what Agent Keen has in mind.

What exactly
are you suggesting?
I don't know.

It seems kind of crazy
to me that, um,

we're still
calling her Agent Keen.

Agent Ressler, Agent Park,
see if you can find any leads

on this heist crew
from the bank manager.

We'll save
the ethical deliberations

till after
we've found Elizabeth.

This is crazy. If there was
a breach, we'd call the police.

And the security feeds?

A brief system glitch.

Which I was notified of, which
is why I came down personally

to check things out
and reset the system.

I need to see
what's inside box C112.

Excuse me?
Box C112.

I need you to open it.

Of course.

Uh, Liam, while I
show them the box,

could you please go
to the server room

and see if you can
put last night's feeds

on a drive
for the agents?

We know the box belongs
to Raymond Reddington.

Actually, it's registered
to a Mr. Lloyd Wilke ‐‐

It's how we know
it was hit.

We had people sitting on it,
waiting for him to show.

Mr. Wilke.

Play it cute,
we charge you with conspiracy

and you get a decade,
maybe more.

Drop the Mr. Wilke BS,

and you might be home
in time for dinner.

One of them, the leader,
I think, she pulled the lock.

The other wiped
the security system.

The whole thing was over
in 5, 10 minutes.

I didn't see their faces.

So the leader was a woman?
Yes.

She went
right for the box.

There's hundreds of boxes
in here.

If she knew where to go ‐‐
She'd been here before.

Cynthia, to what do I owe
the pleasure?

Shelve the pleasantries,
Harold.

I'm hotter than
a Laredo parking lot.

Alban Veseli has filed a motion
to withdraw his guilty plea.

I don't know that name.
Of course you do.

He's a contract killer
and the first criminal

you and this task force
put in prison.

You're talking about
The Freelancer.

Hid his murders
within the headlines

of ordinary accidents
and disasters.

If you're here, he must
be making an argument
that concerns you.

His argument
hasn't changed.

Our case was based
on information given to us

by a confidential
informant.

Veseli says
the trial judge erred

by not forcing us to disclose
the informant's identity.

So we violated his 6th Amendment
right to confront his accuser.

Sounds pretty standard.

Not this time.

He's hired Scooter Rovenpor
to handle the appeal.

Rovenpor could get
the devil off on appeal.

Old Scoot certainly got
the judge's attention.

We fought it, but he's ordered
both parties to appear

for oral argument
on the motion to withdraw.

Who the hell are you?

Agent Keen swore out
the affidavits

based on the informant's
knowledge,

so he wants to hear
from Keen directly.

I'm afraid
that may be difficult.

Agent Keen's
in the field.

Then get her back.

She's due in Judge Velchek's
court first thing tomorrow.

We need to neutralize this,
Harold.

If the evidence we got from
Reddington gets excluded,

our case is gonna be shakier
than cafeteria Jell‐O.

A thousand dollars
an hour?

A fee I've agreed
to waive.

Why?

Not saying I don't
appreciate it, but why me?

I don't think
you got a fair trial.

You believe
I'm innocent.

No.

But I believe even mass
murderers deserve equal justice.

You think if I get it,
I'll walk?

Maybe.

But that's all gonna depend
on Agent Elizabeth Keen.

Is anything more boring
than bird watching?

Six hours to maybe glimpse
the bill of a toucan

you can see on a box
of Froot Loops.

Bird watching is more
than just birds, Cvetko.

It's seeing ourselves
in connection

with the world
in which we live.

I live in laboratory.

The only birds
I connect with are dead.

Your world
is uniquely inanimate.

Which is why
I asked you here.

I need to know
who wrote this.

It's not
Elizabeth Keen?

Someone in her employ.

Who may have left
a fingerprint,

a clue that could lead you
to her identity.

In the world I'm living in,
nothing is more important.

I'll see
what can I do.

Under the greenwood tree,
who loves to lie with me,

and turn his merry note
unto the sweet bird's throat.

Nice rhyme.

Shakespeare thought so.

Okay.

You said the robber
had staked out the bank,

so I pulled a list of people
with safety deposit boxes.

Thought I'd catch Park
up to speed

on The Freelancer's
handiwork.

Collapsed buildings,
overturned ferries,

all to kill one person?

Yeah,
he was a real peach,

who may walk free unless
Liz shows up in court.

We have to find her.

The only way to do that is
to find the thief on this list.

Well, we better hope
that Cooper

can stall the judge
until we do.

your client pleaded guilty
to one count of murder,

namely the murder of a woman
named Floriana Campo.

A notorious human trafficker,
Your Honor.

At the time,
Mr. Veseli's attorney

moved that the government
be ordered to disclose

the identity of
the confidential informant

who supplied most
of the information

that led to his arrest.

A motion I denied.
Yes, Your Honor,

and in light of your ruling,
and only because of it,

my client felt that it
was in his best interest
to enter a plea.

Many cases are founded
on intel supplied

by confidential sources,
Your Honor.

You weighed the variables
at the time

and made a perfectly
reasonable ruling.

‐I agree.
‐You agree?

It was reasonable
based on the information...

you made available
at the time,

but since that time, new
information has come to light.

For starters, we now know
that Agent Elizabeth Keen

has made a number
of high‐profile cases

based on intel
from confidential sources.

A shocking number.

More, in fact, than any
other major case agent.

We'd have to review
those numbers.

The vast majority, if not all,
of those cases

were based on intel
supplied by the same individual.

You believe that
based on what?

I've read
the defendant's papers.

All these cases ‐‐ Ms. Navarro,
can you assure me

there were
multiple sources?

We are not able
to answer that.

you'd wonder if there was
any informant at all,

since one person
couldn't possibly have

such a wide variety
of criminal knowledge.

Maybe Agent Keen fabricated
her quote/unquote "source"

as a way to get defendants
to cop a plea.

There has been no fabrication,
Your Honor,

and there is no evidence
to show that there has been.

Not yet, but that's why
you're here,

because I'm not prepared
to take your word on that.

I want to hear
from Agent Keen.

Your Honor, I am

Assistant Director
Harold Cooper of the FBI.

I'm Agent Keen's
immediate supervisor.

Unfortunately,
she's on assignment

and unable
to be here today.

Her assignment was to show up
in my courtroom.

I'm afraid that
won't be possible.

How convenient.
Your Honor, this is intentional.

Until when? How long before
she can answer my questions,

in person and under oath?

I honestly don't know,
Your Honor.

Well, that's not gonna cut it,
Mr. Cooper.

Have Keen here
by 4:00 p. m. today.

I can't guarantee that,
Your Honor.

I can guarantee this ‐‐
if she's not here,

I will grant
the defendant's motion

and Mr. Veseli
may very well be released.

He's here.

Ah.

Red, you should know,
Keen approached me last week.

She said
you were dying.

That she's the heir apparent
and I should throw in with her.

Did you find anything?

No prints or DNA.

But you said the note
was left by a bank robber,

so I checked it
against a database

of information on robberies ‐‐
other notes, documents ‐‐

and found a handwriting match
to a previous robbery.

Thank you, Cvetko, for your work
and your loyalty.

The Bell Tower heist
in '94?

You know it?

I do,
and the man who did it.

Three pills,
half a glass of water.

Nothing else
until I come back.

She's rather
charmless.

We both know
you didn't come here

for a skip
down memory lane.

Two nights ago,
I was robbed.

Thief left a note.

The writing matches a note
you gave a teller

during the Bell Tower job.

You think I robbed you?

I take two steps,
I gotta rest for an hour.

I can't even steal my wallet
out of my own pocket.

Sorry.

Anything?
We went through the names

of everyone
with a safe deposit box.

Two weeks ago,

Terese Krissoff
opened one.

Only the real Ms. Krissoff
died three months ago.

The impostor
opened an account

with a fake
Social Security number

so she can
case the room.

The robbers
avoided surveillance

when they broke into
your box.

But we pulled a photo
of Krissoff

from a week ago
when she was prepping the job.

We just sent you
a copy of the image.

We can't make
a positive ID.

Can you?

No, but I may know
someone who can.

I was once held captive
by the Shining Path.

Three months of unrelenting
heat and humidity

in the Peruvian jungle,

mixed with the occasional
round of electroshock.

All in all, it was a rather
unpleasant experience

but for my cellmate,

a delightfully monkish,
bookish Polish aid worker

who was also, inexplicably,

something of
a handwriting expert.

While fending off the daily
onslaught of rhinoceros beetles,

he would hold forth
on why a child's handwriting

is often nearly identical
to that of at least one,

if not a little of both, of his
or her parents' handwriting.

Apparently, the similarity
isn't genetic at all,

just subconscious
imitation.

I didn't know
you had a daughter.

I did once.
But not anymore.

I owe you an apology.

It's not your handwriting
on the note.

It's hers.

You didn't rob me.
She did.

No.
That's impossible.

I need you to tell me
where she is.

Where is she?

Jennifer and I
are estranged.

Now, I‐I got those photos
from her mother.

She and I agreed that Jen
should live with her

s‐so she could have a life,
a good life.

An honest life.

Where is she, Abe?

I'm not gonna
ask you again.

I can't tell you
because I don't know.

But if you're right that
my baby's a thief, go ahead.

You may as well
kill me now,

'cause I ain't got nothing
to live for.

were you able to ID
the woman in it?

Yes.
The lead bore fruit.

So you know who robbed you,
who Elizabeth hired to rob you.

I do.
We're looking for her now.

We need to look together.

After all these years,
Harold,

I would think you'd know
I don't do halfsies.

If we don't find Elizabeth
by 4:00 p. m. today,

the case we made against
Alban Veseli will fall apart.

Alban.
The Freelancer.
Yes.

And he has a new attorney

who claims we violated
his civil rights

by not disclosing
that you were our source.

If Elizabeth doesn't appear
in court to defend the case,

the judge
may let him walk.

So are we doing halfsies
or what?

The woman
we're looking for ‐‐

her name is
Jennifer Anne Moores.

According to Reddington, she's
the daughter of Abraham Moores.

Reddington claims Moores
is a retired bank robber.

Like father
like daughter.

Moores was arrested in '98,
did nine years and retired.

Or maybe passed on the family
business to his daughter.

Reddington
doesn't think so.

He says the last thing
the father wanted

was for his daughter
to follow in his footsteps.

He told her that.
They became estranged.

Reddington doesn't think he
knows where the daughter is.

The DMV database shows
637 Jennifer Anne Moores.

But once I cross‐check that

against the photo
we got from the bank ‐‐

We got her address.

And her occupation ‐‐
well, alleged occupation

since I doubt she's gonna list
"bank robber"

on her mortgage
application.

I want teams at her home
and work.

Should we bring her in?

No, I want her followed.

Hopefully
to Elizabeth Keen.

Aram, what's up
with your audio?
I don't know.

I'm getting some nasty
frequency interference.

Hang on.

That's the second call
she's had in five minutes.

What's she up to?

The whole thing's sort of
a double‐edged sword, isn't it?

What whole thing?

This business with Keen.

And The Freelancer.
Him getting out.

The guy derailed a train,
killed 60 innocents

in an attempt
to hide one murder.

He's not getting out.
He may if Keen doesn't show.

He could walk.

On the other hand,
if she does show,

the killer stays in prison,
but we're forced to arrest Keen.

Double‐edged sword.

Well, at this point,
all we have are bad options,

so arresting her may be
the best bad one we've got.

You haven't
been able to yet.

Yeah, but with the way
things are going,

that might be the only way
to keep her safe.

Now, who's this here?

Think he's part
of her crew?

Aram,
where's that audio?

Nasty frequency interference.
Hang on.

Oop.
Hang on.

We got someone else now.
Female to the south.

Aram, we need that audio.

Okay.
Just, um ‐‐ Alright.

Give me 20 seconds,
and I will get you sound.

What the hell
is he doing?

until I deliver the drive
to the client.

We have a problem.

Reddington showed up
at your father's apartment.

Raymond Reddington?
You're sure it was him?

I knew this was a mistake.
Let me think.

What's the move, Jen?

Oh, excuse me.
Uh, s‐sorry.

Uh, did you guys happen to see,
uh, a woman walk by,

about, um, 5'7", uh, dark ‐‐
uh, dark curly hair,

uh, super smart and funny,
so really ‐‐ she's really funny.

We haven't seen anyone.
Sorry.

Thanks anyway.
It's just, um...

I can't remember if I was
supposed to meet her at 1:00

and I'm super early

or noon and I just, like,
totally stood her up.

You could
just text her?

I can text her. I can text her.
I'll text her.

Oh!
I'm sorry!

Such an idiot.
Sorry.

Oh, my God.

‐Spilling all the sugar.
‐It's fine.

Okay. Thanks.

What exactly
did Reddington say?

He asked your dad about you.
About the job.

If he finds us, you know
he's gonna kill us, right?

What do you want to do?

Call Reddington
and say you're sorry,

that you'll give it back?

What's done is done.

We need to split up.
Lay low.

Yes, but not until after
we deliver the drive to Givins

and we get paid.

Givins.
You know that name?

Carolyn Givins.
It's one of Keen's aliases.

Carolyn.
It's me.

I need to move up the meet.

Peirce Mill
in Rock Creek Park,

3:00 p. m.

All worked out.

Cooper.

Jennifer Moores is making
the drop to Keen today.

Do you have the location?
Rock Creek Park.

We're getting units
in place now.

The moment she's in custody,
bring her here.

And, Agent Ressler, let's keep
this an internal matter.

We can notify Reddington once
Keen's safe and in our custody.

We've got movement.

Unit 1,
hang back a bit.

Did you see that?

All teams, report.

Unit 1, clear.

Unit 2, holding
just south of the location.

Your drop's blown.

If Reddington's people knew,
I'd be dead by now.

It's not Reddington.

It's the FBI.

Who's she talking with?

This has gotta be it.

Check your account.

Okay.
I have the funds.

Where are you?
I have your drive.

Slow down.
Listen to me.

If you want a shot
at staying outta prison,

I need you to do
exactly as I say.

Park.
7:00.

The woman
in the red jacket.

Copy.
Unit 1, you have eyes?

All units, move in now.

Jennifer Moores.

You're under arrest.

FBI! Hands in the air!
Hands!

What's going on?
What did I do?

‐Stand still.
‐Don't move.

Don't move.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Do you have anything
in your pockets?

Park,
what have you got?

Nothing.
Pack's empty.

Empty?
You sure?

The coffee cup.

Where's the cup?

I know you.
How you operate.

She'll be here.

The way
you handle Reddington

while all the while letting him
think he's handling you.

The velvet shiv you use
to get your agents

to do what you need in a way
that makes them feel

like they can do
what they want.

Harold, you are a wonder
to behold.

No one could've done
what you've done

these past seven years.

Yet here you are,
steaming up like a tea kettle,

and I want to know why.

What's going on
with Agent Keen?

I can't tell you that.

And I can't protect you
if you don't.

And believe me
when I tell you,

if the criminals you've arrested
start getting released,

you're gonna need
more protection

than a pair of teens
in the back of papa's car.

I ordered Agent Keen to appear.
She didn't.

I gave her a second chance
to comply. She hasn't.

Your Honor,
may we approach?

Who is this?
Cynthia Panabaker,
Your Honor.

White House Counsel.

If we could talk to Your Honor
ex parte,

make a proffer
for your ears only,

maybe we can
move things along.

Absolutely not.
Your Honor ‐‐

It's the only way
this happens, Your Honor.

You're in the dark.

You want to release
a mass‐murderer

because you don't
have information?

Do it.
See how that works out for you.

Or grant our request
and step into the light.

I'll clear the courtroom
and hear the proffer.

Relax, Mr. Rovenpor.

Once I hear the truth,
I'll make a ruling

about what, if anything,
stays privileged.

Bailiff,
please clear the court.

All rise.
Court is in recess.

This better be good.

Raymond Reddington

is Agent Keen's
confidential informant.

That's right.
The President is aware.

So is a very small handful
of federal agents.

And now
the list includes you.

You're telling me
the United States government

is willingly in business
with Raymond Reddington?

You're not the first person
to express...some concern.

Oh, I'm not concerned.
I'm offended.

You don't find many swans
swimming in the sewer.

Reddington's the source
behind all these cases,

the one feeding Agent Keen
a steady diet of major criminals

for the last
seven‐plus years?

You can understand why we need
to keep that from being exposed.

We didn't want you to think
we were simply

refusing to comply
with the court ‐‐

You don't think
you had an obligation

to inform those defendants

that the source of the intel
used against them

was maybe the most prolific
criminal mastermind

in modern world history?

Express your distaste
all you want,

but three presidents have come
to a different conclusion.

We didn't come back here
for your moral judgment.

Then here's
my legal judgment.

I find anything the FBI learned
from Reddington

with regard
to this defendant

to be unreliable
as a matter of law.

All evidence
that came from him

or was the fruit
of the relationship with him

should have been
declared inadmissible.

Your Honor, please.
Absent that evidence,

does the government
have sufficient proof

to make its case
against Mr. Veseli?

We'd need time before
answering that, Your Honor.

That's too bad,
'cause time's up.

I am granting
the defendant's motion

to withdraw
his guilty plea,

and I am forced to dismiss
the charges against him.

Don't do this.
I'm not doing it, Mr. Cooper.

You are.

He's in for
a pleasant surprise.

It'll take a few hours for
the prison to process him out.

I'll do what I can
to slow that down.

What good will that do?
I'll take another look.

It's a long shot,
but maybe there's enough

to hold him
on another charge.

In the meantime,
find Keen.

We have Jennifer Moores
in custody.

Now, I don't know
who Miss Moores is

or how she can
lead you to Keen,

but if you don't bring her in
soon, you're on your own.

If this is gonna blow up,

I won't be the one
jumping on any grenades.

Well, I wouldn't say
it was a total loss.

Well, no.
Uh, not exactly.

Was your goal
to get Elizabeth?

Okay,
it was a‐a total loss.

But on the plus side,
we got her associates.

I sent you their photos
to see if you can ID them.

So now you want my help.

Harold has a unique
definition of halfsies.

Halfsies?
I love halfsies.

Especially for food.

Tell him that I don't recognize
anyone in the photos

and that the next time
he has actionable intel,

I expect him
to share it with me

before it's squandered,
not after.

You lied to me, Abe.

Raymond, I told you
what I knew.

Really?

Then why didn't you tell me
about your nurse?

Let's try this again.

Talk to me
about your daughter.

No pressure, but getting Moores
to give us a lead on Keen

is all that stands between
Veseli and his release.

I thought the judge
ordered his release.

She did, but Panabaker
thinks she can keep him

from being processed out
before the end of the day.

If we can find Keen
by then,

maybe we can get
the order stayed.

Why don't we start
by talking

about your options here,
Ms. Moore?

How about
the lawyer option?
Yeah, we can do that.

And they can tell you
you're looking at 20 years.

Or they can tell me that without
any evidence or witnesses,

I should keep
my mouth shut.

Yeah. You're right.
We don't have any witnesses.

But what we do have are
your friends that we picked up.

Your, uh,
co‐conspirators.

Co‐conspirator?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

How can I be a co‐conspirator
if I don't know the woman?

She sure knows you.

At least, she seemed to when
we recorded the three of you

meeting at True Cafe.

I'm done talking.

Raf's not.

Raf's got plenty to say.

About you.

Jennifer.

How you met
through her father.

That's a lie.

No, it's the truth.

Silvina spent every day
with him.

She's his live‐in nurse.

How could they not
know each other?

Did Silvina say that?
You leave my father out of this.

Your father is a legendary thief
and a safe‐cracker,

and you don't expect us
to overlook that, did you?

He went to prison
when I was 7.

Okay.
Enough already.

She's your daughter.

I never wanted this life
for her.

She's the first thing
you think of every morning.

Which is why I thought it best
to stay away from her,

even after
I got out of prison.

I cut ties.

You can't imagine
how hard that is.

For the purposes
of this conversation,

let's assume I can.

I hated the man.
He walked out of my life.

He abandoned me.

Until one day,
I walked back in.

Not to be with her,
you know, not to talk.

Just...

Just to see her.

And what did you see?

I saw my kid crack
the Vaultsafe 200

of a two‐bit meth dealer
in under four minutes.

She was unrefined,
a little rushed, but...

God, she had the touch.

Even if I knew where he was,
I wouldn't talk.

He's an old man.

I should have called the police
right then and there.

But she was your child.

I figured I had something
to teach her.

To share with her.

A reason
to be in her life.

Is that what he told you?
Well, he's lying.

I think he's still
very much involved in your life.

In fact, Raf says he's the one
who selects the targets.

Of course I did.

She needed marks who
wouldn't report the crime,

and I knew
where to find them.

You certainly found me.

Now, wait ‐‐ I told her
that you were off‐limits.

I did, Raymond.

But she wouldn't listen
because of the money.

It was a lot of money.

The job was a contract.

Yes. A woman.

Uh, some American.

Tell me about her.
Only on one condition.

You leave my father
out of this.

Tell me about the woman.

They met through
an acquaintance.

Jennifer said she was
laying low after a job.

Cape Town.
Didn't have anywhere to go.

But Jen found
this safe house.

Part of a network.

Sanctuaries for criminals
on every continent.

Anyway, the woman who runs it,
her name's Vee.

She's the one
who approached me.

She said she had a client
at another safe house

who needed a job done.

Said she was raiding
a safe deposit box

and it had to
be done quickly,

so she and Jennifer
met in D. C.

Talked about the job.

She said it was personal.

That she was targeting
Raymond Reddington.

She said that you
were more vulnerable

than anyone might believe

and that she was
building an alliance.

And that when this was over,
when Reddington was dead,

that she'd be in my debt.

I told her not to do it.

But this woman, whoever she is,
she had on blinders.

She had money,
and she was persuasive.

When they met.

Where the woman
was laying low.

Do you know
where that was?

Of course I do.
And I can tell you.

But again,
I want assurances.

You keep my father
out of this.

Raymond, lay this at my feet,
not at Jennifer's.

She's just a kid.

My girl.

Your girl.

My baby girl.

We got it.
Keen's safe house.

It's an address
in Deanwood.

We're sending units now.

No, wait.

Reddington.
What is it?

Greetings, Harold.
Text me the address.

I'm calling to see
how your crack team

is doing
with the prisoners.

Moores and her associates have
invoked their right to counsel.

They're refusing
to talk.

That's predictably
unfortunate.

Have you heard differently?
Any news on your end?

I wish I had something
to tell you, Harold.

Let me know if your prisoners
decide to talk.

I'll do that.

What's going on?
You going alone?

It's probably hubris,

but I still think
I might be able to reach her.

Agent Keen.
It's Harold Cooper.

I'm alone.

I just want to talk.

Open the door,
Elizabeth.

I'm afraid we're too late,
Harold.

It appears
she's already gone.

You said you didn't
recognize anyone.

That wasn't true, was it?
No.

Silvina Rosario works
for Abraham Moores.

Once I saw her in the photos,
I knew Abe had lied

and could easily be persuaded
to tell me what he knew.

Perhaps if you'd have shared
that information with us sooner,

Elizabeth wouldn't
have eluded us.

Sins, stones,
and glass houses, Harold.

Neither of us has played fair
with the other.

Now, seeing as how
your job description

is to play fair
and mine is to not,

then an argument
could be made

that you're slightly more at
fault than I, but why quibble?

Elizabeth's gone and she's taken
something of mine with her.

I couldn't be less interested
in what she stole from you.

My sole concern
is her well‐being

and getting her back to help her
heal from the wound

that you caused
when you killed her mother.

We are each responsible
for the choices we make.

Elizabeth has made hers.

She's responsible for it,
not me.

I suppose you also think
that she's responsible

for The Freelancer's
release,

which now that we're here
and she's not,

is guaranteed to happen.

I think she's not only
responsible for it,

I think
it's what she wants.

That's absurd.

One day, Elizabeth steals
millions of dollars from me,

and next, The Freelancer has
a brand‐new expensive attorney

demanding his release

unless Elizabeth Keen
magically appears in court.

That doesn't strike me
as absurd, Harold.

That strikes me
as unsettling.

but Veseli's out on bond.

So you're out of time,
and I am out of patience.

What aren't you telling me
about Keen?

She wants
to kill Reddington.

Which is why he's put her
on the Blacklist.

Elizabeth Keen
is on the Blacklist.

Maybe I ought to start
at the beginning.

Mr. Hadley.

I'm sorry
to keep you waiting.

Unmarked?
As discussed?

Where is he?

You're the lawyer? The one
who's representing Keen?

There's a number pre‐programmed.
You ask for Charlotte.

You tell them you got caught
in the rain and need to dry off.

Keen put me in prison.
Why is she helping me now?

Miss Keen arranged
for your release

because she requires
your services.

What does she
need me to do?

For now?
Nothing.

"You got caught
in the rain..."

"And need to dry off."

Edward confirmed it.

She flew on a private jet
out of Dulles.

Then she's gone.

The thumb drive
with her.

What will she
do with it?

Nothing good.

We need to inform
our friend in the East.

I'll arrange the meeting.

Dembe, let me out up there,
would you?

Where are you going?

Clear my head,
get some air.

Do you mind
if I join you?

Not at all.

You're just in time.

There's a Cape May Warbler

who usually starts up
right about now.

Do we know each other?

I don't believe so.

Should I know you?
No, no, no.

I was just curious
if we'd ever met.

I'm Anne.

Raymond.

Well, now we've met.

Yes.

Sir.

She's really gone,
isn't she?

Agent Keen?

I, uh...

I was up all night
thinking about it.

I mean...

I mean,
I know she's gone,

but then I find myself
hoping she isn't, you know?

You think we'll ever
hear from her?

I'm fairly confident we haven't
heard the last of Agent Keen.