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Previously, on
"The Blacklist"...

Things are never going back
to the way they were.

It's Ressler.
I've been shot.

We need to find Bino.

Do you know what
Neville Townsend will do to me

when he discovers that
I'm the one who helped you?

I'm turning them over.

That would be a mistake.

Checkmate.

I can't take it anymore.

Everything I came
into your life,

to prevent
it's happening.

Raymond,
we're out of time.

How many are there?

Four out front,
at least another four

making their way
back to the alley.

Too many.

Bino!
We had a deal!

Open the door,
or we'll open it for you!

They're covering
all the exits.

Not all the exits.

Bino's got pipelines running
all over the Seventh Ward.

My guess is
those pipes end here.

He's not walking millions in cash
through the front door.

There must be some sort
of hidden passageway.

Maybe Bino could've told us
how to find it if you hadn't killed him.

Perhaps we can set aside
our differences

just long enough
to get us out of here.

They're coming.

Aah! I'm not setting
aside our disagreements.

Then hold them in abeyance.
Let them simmer.

Do whatever you need.
But please let me help you.

You help me?
Who's helping who?

Considering the circumstances,
how about we help each other?

This wall has gaps in it.
It's a door.

There has to be a release.

- Is everything clear?
- Clear!

- Clear here!
- See anything?

Nothing here.
Check the closet!

Find them!

Ready?

Yeah.

DEBAJO DE TU VENTANA
PLAYING ON RADIO...

Ah, ah, ah.
Hold on.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth!

Officer! Thank God.
What's the problem, ma'am?

Uh, don't look, but there's
a man in a hat in that store.

I think he has a gun.

Baker-six, requesting backup.

Civilian reports possible
armed suspect at 363 Central.

Roger,
Baker-six.

MPD! Hands. Put your hands
where I can see them.

Ah! Second opinion!
Just what I need.

What do you think...
Funyuns or Fritos?

Drop them
and raise your hands.

If it helps,
the Fritos are fun size.

Sorry for this.
Gun. Now.

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 08 Episode 20

Aired on:
June 04, 2021.

Episode Title:
"Godwin Page"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

Dr. Brown, please dial...

What's the status?
Dr. Brown...

He, uh...
He's still out.

They just brought him
down from recovery.

Bullet destroyed
part of his right lung.

There's also
an infection.

Septicemia.

Uh, any word on Liz?

There was an incident,
a shootout,

at that place
The Castle in the Seventh Ward.

Was Keen there?

If she was,
she's gone now.

All that's left is a crime scene
and the body of Bino Baker.

Wait. Baker's dead?

Uh, what about Mr. Reddington?

MIA.
Not responding. This is the office.

Notify me the moment

that Agent Ressler
is out of recovery.

If either of you
are people of faith,

now's the time
to muster it.

Cooper.

What?
When?

Tell Charlene
I'm on my way.

Put that away.

You look like hell.

You would, too,

if you had been
there when the FBI raided us.

- I was lucky to get out.
- Who is this?

Call me Bolt.

Mr. Townsend's arranged
for me to handle your dissolve.

It's just
until things settle down.

Phone,
weapon, plastic,

petty cash to get you
to Singapore.

My passport guy
is our next stop.

All right. Hold on.
I don't want to hide.

I want to help.

I'll get the car.

Elias, I can be a resource.

The FBI saw you.

We have to take
precautions.

Mr. Townsend's first priority
is to keep you safe.

I can help keep the feds at bay,
redirect them by moving...

Godwin.

He's going to protect you
whether you like it or not.

Because you're family.
The only one he's got.

So... Shut up,
take his help,

and thank him
when this thing is done.

What happened with Keen?

I heard there was
a development.

There was a development,
all right.

Which is why
I'm gonna find her.

And when I do,

I'm gonna make sure

Reddington gets
to watch her die.

Charlene's fine.

I just... needed to get you away
from the others

so we could talk.

Although...

...I'm not sure
where to begin.

So let's talk about
the end, Elizabeth.

Because that's where we are.
The end.

This has gone too far.

Cost too many lives.
Hurt too many people.

Is Ressler
gonna be okay?

I honestly don't know.

But he's gonna
make it, right?

Elizabeth, if I thought you'd
be safe with Reddington,

I'd turn a blind eye
and let him ferry you away

to a new name,
a new life.

I wish I believed that
existed for you, but I don't.

Not anymore.

Let me help you.

Not just with Townsend,

but with everything
that comes after...

The courts, your safety,
your daughter's safety.

Reddington's way,
the renegade way,

all that'll do
is spill more blood.

Say I turn myself in,

help you take down
Townsend.

How can you possibly
keep me safe?

Not "how," Elizabeth.

Where.

Harold,
we have a problem.

Dembe and I were able
to prevent Elizabeth

from being handed over
to Townsend.

But she's in the wind.
We lost her.

- She's safe.
- Has she made contact?

Elizabeth surrendered.

She surrendered?

It was her choice,
not mine.

She can't keep running.
And she can't beat Townsend alone.

She's not alone.
She's never been alone.

I understand the risk.
She'll be under 24-hour guard.

Let's say
you can keep her safe, Harold.

Once Townsend's gone,
you think Panabaker

will have Elizabeth's
best interests at heart?

The decision's
been made.

I'm sorry it's one
you disagree with.

Was Williams
compromised in the raid?

Don't know who that is.

Mary Williams.
Our forger.

She's been papering
our clients

and their passports
for nearly six years.

All I know is
I got the call.

That's quite
a coincidence...

My needing papers and Mary not
being available to make them.

Are we doing this?

Search him.

There are no coincidences.

Godwin Page.

Godwin's
a rather cocky name.

A godlike Anglo-Saxon.
It gets cockier and cockier.

- You're on his payroll.
- He is.

And Neville didn't know
because you weren't around

to do his due
diligence.

Which gave me an advantage,
and I took it.

- What do you want?
- You.

Neville's
little go-to guy.

You're one of his
closest confidantes.

I've nibbled at the edges
to no avail.

Laghari was a bust.
Bolt was a one-off.

What I want
is to kill Townsend.

And you're
what I need to do it.

- I won't help you.
- Not willingly, no.

Reddington!

Ah! Edna!
What a happy sight.

For you, maybe.

Bubbe, please.
What please?

T-T-The Lasher's
shiva cake has to wait,

but I can't make my points?

Can and do, Edna.
How's the rheumatism?

Oh, it's great.
It's like

losing your virginity
to a racehorse.

What kind of stupid
question is that?

We need to chip-chop.
I'm in the La-Z-Boy a month

if I don't get her home
in time for Judge Judy.

You brought your gadgets?

No, I came
all the way out here

because I like getting hay
fever from Abba's llamas.

Well, you can start with the
whereabouts of his employer.

Mm!

It took me
a while, but...

I finally realized,
this whole time,

I've been telling myself
none of this is you.

Like you changed into...

Somebody I didn't
recognize, someone... dark.

But I realize now
this is you.

It's the other Liz,
the one I knew.

My friend.

Maybe she's the illusion
all along.

People aren't
good or bad, Aram.

Whatever I've done...

It's all me.

Ms. Panabaker's here.

She's upstairs
talking to Mr. Cooper.

I'm not ashamed
of what I've done.

Or who I've become.

I think anyone who's gone
through what I went through

would have
done the same...

Or worse.

Agent Ressler's conscious.

The infection's spreading,
but at least he's awake.

Thought you'd like
to know.

I get a phone call!

One call.
I'm entitled to that.

Entitled?

I think we're past that.

Fair enough.

Then for the other Liz.

For your friend.

Please?

You want us
to cut a deal with Keen?

Come on, Cynthia.
You knew this was coming.

No, I didn't!

But now that you're
asking, the answer's no.

Your indignation
is duly noted.

But for the record,
I'd like to remind you...

Harold, I get it.
You care for Keen.

You don't want to
see her sent to prison.

Even though you know that
is exactly what she deserves.

You know her record,
what she was...

Who she was before
Reddington showed up.

And you know what's
happened to her since!

Knowing that, can you honestly
tell me that what she deserves

is to spend the rest
of her life in a supermax?

I can tell you that's exactly
what I think she deserves.

Now, if there's nothing
else, the Attorney General

is waiting on an update.

There wouldn't have been
a Task Force

without Keen.

She's as responsible
as Reddington

for all the people
we've caught.

Harold,
you can't win.

I'm sorry. I know
it breaks your heart.

But Keen
will be prosecuted.

You only get one call.

Where did these agents
come from?

Oh, uh, Ms. Panabaker
had them sent.

She says it's to, uh,
keep you safe,

but I think she's worried one of
us might try to help you escape.

Did you vet them
at least?

Why, you think Townsend's
got people inside FBI SWAT?

You should be
calling a lawyer.

A lawyer
can't help me now.

Hey.
Are you there?

Heard you're
feeling better.

I was, until I heard
what you did.

I thought you wanted me
to turn myself in.

I did.
And I don't.

What did Panabaker say?

I don't know.
Which can't be a good thing.

This isn't where
I thought we'd end up.

This isn't the end.
Not for you.

That's not what I meant.

I know.
This is how it has to be.

- What's that?
- I don't know.

I don't know.
That sounds like...

Oh, no.

I'm sorry. Say that again.
A chopper? You're sure?

Get Incident Response
to the holding bay

and alert the guards
around Keen.

It has to be Townsend.

What is that?
What's going on?

I don't know!

Yes, Code Black.

Rapid deploy HRT and notify all non-tactical
support personnel to shelter in place.

Aram, get out of here!

Go! Now!

Keen! Keen, are you there?

Central Command, talk to me.
What's going on?

Can't see
into the room, sir.

Take cover! Go!

Hold on!

The masks make facial
recognition impossible.

And there was no tail
number on the chopper

that yanked out Keen,

which was kinda badass.

I mean...
I mean terrible.

Anyway, uh, no tail number,
no registered owner.

We don't need one.
We know who owns it.

Neville Townsend.

I don't even want to think
about what that means.

It means we have to
get her back.

The people we interviewed
from the raid

on Townsend's accounting firm...
Re-interview them.

Uh, they've been
in custody for weeks.

I doubt... they have any leads
on where Townsend took Liz.

No, but they may be able to
tell us who helped him take her.

Extracting Keen
from the Post Office

required planning,
skill, and precision.

I want a name.

Tell me again...
You and Edna, how you two met.

Ah. Veterinary school.

We were paired to do
a necropsy on a tortoise.

I was hooked the minute
I saw her drain the entrails.

Way she handles
a knife,

she coulda been
a chef at Benihana.

I appreciate you bringing
her in on this, Teddy.

Ah, you know me...

I cup the balls, give 'em a tickle,
maybe a squeeze.

You need 'em cut off,
Ema's your Abba.

It's done! The chip
is in his neck.

Are you insane?
Elizabeth.

- You know Brimley.
- It's a pleasure.

But I don't believe you know
his lovely wife, Edna.

You sent a commando team to
blow the roof off the Post Office?

I like the gumption, but
cork it until I'm done, okay?

The chip is in his neck.
The tracking device is set.

As soon as he wakes up
and shakes off the hangover,

he goes to Townsend,
Townsend goes to him,

voila, you got
a front-row seat.

Edna, you're a lifesaver.

I know.
It's reflected in my fee.

All this time,
she can't walk,

I can't breathe,
but I still cherish every day.

Come on. Teddy.
Let's go. Come on.

Some days
more than others.

Come on, dear.
Let's go.

Ah, now.

I broke you out
to keep you from spending

the rest of your days
in a supermax.

I'd rather be in
prison there than here.

I have something
to show you.

But an opportunity to neutralize
Townsend has presented itself,

and I think it prudent
to deal with that first.

In the meantime,
I hope you'll think of yourself

as less of a prisoner
and more of a guest.

She's gone?

Extracted.
Through the roof.

I can show you
if you'd like.

What I'd like
is an explanation.

We believe
it was Townsend.

And I believe my ex might
someday remove his face

from the ample bosom of the
32-year-old he left me for.

But that seems about as
likely as Neville Townsend

blowing the roof
off an FBI black site

and extracting
an 8,000-pound steel box

containing
a wanted fugitive.

Townsend's the only one
with the means,

the materiel, the motive.

You mean other than you
and Reddington.

You think I blew a hole
in my own roof?

What else am I
supposed to think?

You come asking me
to go easy on Keen,

I say no,
and, wonder of wonders,

a helicopter magically
appears to fly her away.

Keen's a fugitive and
someone I care deeply about.

But if I'm right and
Townsend did take her,

every second we waste
might be her last.

I don't think you
orchestrated it, Harold.

This has got Reddington's
paw prints all over it.

But I find it hard
to believe

he'd do it without
talking to you first.

Is there anything else?

I want to hear
from Reddington.

He had nothing
to do with this!

He's our CI. I don't
think there's any problem

with asking him to come in
so he can at least pay me

the courtesy
of lying to my face.

You have until
this time tomorrow.

Hey.

Hey. Anybody there?

Can you hear me?

Elizabeth?
That you?

Yes.

It's me... Godwin.

Godwin Page.

Godwin.
Good. Very good.

I don't see
what's good about it.

For either of us.

Townsend trusts you.

He wants to kill me.

I heard.

Vandyke says you're...
Special to Reddington.

That you represent
a weakness in him.

Did he tell you why?

No. Tell me.

I would if I could.

But I don't know.

What I do know is, I know
how to get out of here.

And I can help you
get out, too,

if you agree to talk to
Townsend, broker a deal.

What kind of a deal?

Reddington's responsible
for the death of his family.

If Townsend agrees to leave
me and my daughter alone,

leave the FBI out of it,

I can make sure he gets
the revenge he wants.

You'll give him Reddington.

On a silver platter.

You either help me give
Townsend Reddington's head,

or Reddington
comes for yours.

What's it gonna be?

Tell me how
we're going to escape.

Hey. Hey. I-I-I'm here.

Tell me, uh, what's going on.
Is he... Is he better?

He's anything but better.

Doctors think he may have
sepsis. Had to intubate him.

They've got him pumped
full of antibiotics.

Okay, um, but, uh...
Uh, what does that mean?

Aram, I don't know.

They said they need time,

that they're trying to
increase his blood pressure.

That's all I know.

What about you?
Are you still on lockdown?

Uh, no. But...

Liz was taken.

Taken?
What are you talking about?

Townsend extracted her.

From the Orange Box?

In it, actually.
It's...

But I do have
some, uh, good news.

I think I figured out the name
of the guy who pulled it off...

Godwin Page.

Everyone we arrested
at the accounting firm

says Page
is Townsend's number two,

a logistical genius.

If we can get to Page,
he may be able to help us find Liz.

- And where is he?
- Yeah, that's the bad news.

He's in the wind.

We've got some taps on some
of his known associates,

but so far, nothing.

You think she's okay?
Agent Keen?

I'm a firm believer

that perpetual optimism
is a force multiplier.

But I have to admit
I have a really bad feeling.

Here. I want you
to take this.

A paring knife?
That's what I'm supposed to use to escape?

I don't want you to use it
on them.

I want you
to use it on you.

Say that again.
I heard them talking.

They implanted a chip
in your neck.

Reach back and see
if you can feel the incision.

I feel something.

If it's anything like the ones
Reddington's used in the past,

it's implanted about a
quarter-inch under the skin.

You're gonna
have to cut it out.

I have to what?
I can't do that.

- Use the tip of the knife...
- No, are you mad?

Reopen the wound.

Don't think about it,
Godwin. Just make the cut.

Once you've opened
the incision,

you need to reach down
and try to feel the chip.

You got it.
You got it.

I can't feel it.
You don't have to feel it.

Just get under the incision,
pinch, and lift.

Okay. Okay.

I have it.

Okay. Good. Good.

Give it to me.

Ah, this is good.

It doesn't feel good.

No, this is a BetaStar chip,

which means it's using
a simplex protocol.

- I don't know what that means.
- You see that number?

That's its unique ID, and
it's vulnerable to interference.

Which means if you
give it to Townsend,

his people should be able
to intercept it, which means...

It would lead them
to Reddington.

Assume Townsend accepts
your deal. What then?

How will he know?

There's a hotel off I-95...
The Goldenleaf.

Book a suite under
the name Margaret French.

When I call,
if that room is booked,

I'll turn back on
the tracking.

Here. This is the number.
Memorize it.

What's going on?

All quiet here.

I just got a notification that we
lost the signal on Page's chip.

Some kind of malfunction?

Possibly.

Or he woke up and
found a way to disable it.

Check it out.
I'll be right there.

Morgan.

- Page is gone.
- What happened?

Somehow he disabled the chip
and took off.

- How?
- I don't know.

What'd you do?

Nothing. Why?
Did something happen?

I don't understand.
Why would you help him?

I didn't.

Are you
out of your mind?

Harold, catch
your breath. Lie down if you need.

This is good news.

You attacked a
federal facility! I did.

Abducted a fugitive!
Yes.

Put the lives of innocent
federal agents in jeopardy!

No one was really
in jeopardy.

And I thought
you'd be happy to hear

she wasn't snatched
by Townsend.

I defended you
to Panabaker.

I told her you had
nothing to do with this.

Well, if it'll make her
feel any better,

tell Cynthia to put
the roof on my tab.

Or... I have a guy.

You really don't
see it, do you?

You're incapable of it.

She wants to do
the right thing.

No, Harold. What
Elizabeth wants is answers.

Answers about who she is
and why I came into her life.

Answers that I've specifically
withheld to keep her safe.

Hell of a job
you've done at that.

I agree. I can't keep
her safe. Not anymore.

The only way to do that
is to give her the truth.

You're gonna tell her
you're N-13?

I'm gonna
tell her everything.

Why are you telling me this?
We thought Townsend took Liz.

You wouldn't be looping me in
unless you needed something.

What do you know
about Godwin Page?

We know he's Townsend's
number two.

Before this call, we were
under the mistaken impression

that he was responsible
for Keen's extraction.

We've been looking for him
without success.

Uh, because he was
in my custody.

You have Page?

Had. He escaped.

That's what I want from you.
Your help to find Godwin Page.

Based on where he was
as of about ten minutes ago,

you should drop your net
or bait your hook

or whatever it is you do
in and around Loudoun County.

It's me... Godwin.

What in the hell's
going on?

Reddington...
He got to me.

Had his people
interrogate me,

trying to find out
where you are.

- Where are you now?
- I got out.

I killed one of his men.
At least I think he's dead.

You escaped? Heh.

I... I was suspicious
before, Godwin,

but now I'm certain
you're lying.

Reddington doesn't make
those mistakes.

It was Keen.

She helped me to escape.

Why would she do that?

Because she wants
to make a deal.

Says she's willing
to deliver Reddington

if you agree
to let it end there.

Deliver him how?

She has a microchip.
A tracking device.

She's with Reddington now.

If you agree, she'll turn
it on so you can find him.

But Keen...
Neville, does she matter?

It's Reddington you want.

Reddington's death
won't balance the scales.

I want him to watch her die.

Neville, make the deal.

Are you ordering me to...

I am advising you, as a
colleague and trusted friend.

You need to end this.

Killing Reddington is enough.

It's what you want.

Why would I trust Keen?

You have nothing
to lose, Neville.

This is our window.
Make the deal.

What exactly does Keen
have in mind?

Reddington took Keen?

Uh, that's what
Mr. Cooper says.

Why? What does he
want with her?

To answer that would
require a lot of therapy

on Mr. Reddington's part,
but if I had to guess,

I think it has something to do
with him not trusting the Bureau.

But, uh,
good news, though...

Uh, he got us a lead
on Godwin Page.

Page? How can he
lead us to Keen?

He can't, but he might be
able to lead us to Townsend.

Uh, Loudoun County Sheriff's
Department just picked him up,

and he is being brought in
as we speak.

- Make way, make way.
- Clear the door. - What's going on?

What is it? Is it Ressler?

What's going on?
What's happening?

His pressure dropped.
He went into V-fib.

Continue
compressions and push epi,

one milligram
every three minutes.

I have to call you back.

You need to wait outside.
Is he gonna be okay?

I'll come find you
when we know.

Paddles coming in.

- We have to go.
- Where?

Somewhere your friend Page
won't be able to find us.

He's not my friend.

And before
we go anywhere,

I'd like to make
arrangements for Agnes.

When I woke up
this morning,

I didn't anticipate
being held hostage.

Goldenleaf Hotel.
How may I direct your call?

Margaret French, please.

Of course. Putting you
through to her right now.

Smart girl.

Mrs. French, hi.

Um, I am trapped at work
and can't get away.

Reddington's with you.
Could you stay with Agnes?

Clueless that
his beloved Elizabeth

just bought her own freedom
by sentencing him to death.

I hope to see
you both very soon.

We're prepared
to intercept the signal

as soon as you turn it on.

Thanks.
You're a lifesaver.

It's a wonder how you're a good
mother when yours was so bad.

I don't know
where he is.

Mr. Page, if you refuse
to help us find Townsend,

the U.S. government will
come at you with both barrels.

Even if I did know,
I wouldn't help you.

I won't betray him.

Just to be clear, the U.S.
government has very big barrels.

Like... Winery size.

Huge.

But... I may have
something better.

Better?
What does that mean?

I've kept things from you
for your own good.

This old song.

Now your own good requires
me to tell you everything.

I hear you want immunity.

He has info.
About Elizabeth.

I can tell you where she is.
And what she's doing.

But first, I need
to know I'm protected.

It's Harold.

Harold will have to wait.

Reddington,
you need to call me

as soon as you get
this message.

We brought in Godwin Page.
He informed us that Keen

helped him pull the chip
you put in his neck.

They made a deal...
If she helped Page escape,

he would go to Townsend,
get him to agree

to stop hunting for her,
and she would activate the chip.

It's a trap. She's leading
Townsend to you as we speak.

It's about time.

Yes. It is.

Chip's live.
We've got a signal.

Very smart girl.

Start making calls...

To Dembe, Gerrard,
anyone we can contact.

Somebody needs
to reach Reddington

and tell him
his life's in danger.

Make a left at the light.

Are you sure
about this?

This means giving up on
Reddington watching Keen die.

That was my dream.

This is my reality.

Edward is standing by.

Edward?

Are we flying somewhere?

Hold on.
They've stopped.

About a half a mile
to our west.

I'll call in a team.

Upstairs. Now.
We need to talk.

Two units inbound.
Less than ten minutes away.

Sir, you hear me?
Stop the car.

- Sir?
- Stop!

They're coming
toward us. Fast.

Like, impossibly fast.

Ahh!

Sparkling water?
That's what you take with the truth?

I must say, I highly
recommend a martini.

Three olives.

Ahh.

We have one of Townsend's
associates in custody.

He claims Keen has some
kind of tracking chip,

that she's leading Townsend
to Reddington as we speak.

Not only is Ms. Keen
a criminal and a fugitive,

now she's gonna
murder our CI?

We're trying
to contact him.

This certainly makes me feel
better about the DOJ's directive.

Directive?
What directive?

The one I came here
to tell you about.

They just issued
a burn notice on Keen.

They want her scrubbed.

Scrubbed?
What does that even mean?

Scrubbed,
like killed scrubbed?

It means eliminated.
Knowing too much is one thing,

but she now demonstrates an
obvious liability to the Bureau.

- We can bring her in.
- No, you can't.

As soon as
Keen's handled,

the DOJ will disavow all
knowledge of the Task Force,

kick Reddington free...

Whoa.
They can't do that.

You never existed.

Cynthia.

We can bring her in.

Harold, someone's gonna
bring our girl in,

and when they do,

it's gonna be curtain call
on this program.

Good morning.

Where are we?

It's been, what...
Eight, nine hours?

Where are you taking me?

A friend once told me that
the true measure of a man

isn't what he reveals
to the world,

but what he hides
from it.

Perhaps.

Keeping secrets
is brutal business.

Twenty minutes to Riga.

We're going to Latvia?
For what?

For answers.

How?

The night of the fire.

There are no words
to describe...

...how it felt to...

...see you in such pain.

That... scar

is a permanent reminder of...

...how the choices we made
have affected your life forever.

The choices
who made?

Its shape was so clear
in my memory.

As if I'd seen it before.

And then, one day,
there it was on a map,

not a perfect match,
but eerily close.

It became...

..the symbol of...

..the most important aspect
of my business,

an image representing
the danger you faced,

and the promise
to protect you from it.

And this is where
it all began.

Along the banks
of the sea it resembles.

What's in Latvia?

What is this place?

Baltic's Best
Seafood Distributor.

Why do I feel like that's
not at all what this is?

Because that's not at all
what this is.

It's a front.

- A front for what?
- Mr. Reddington!

Hello, my friend!
I hope you had an easy flight.

Yes, thank you, Juris.
We did.

It's good to see you.
It's good to see you, sir.

And Miss Keen.
It's an honor.

You said it hurt.

To see me in so much pain
the night of the fire.

Why were you there?

The Fulcrum.

My mother went to find it,
to confront my father.

But she wasn't alone.

There were others.

Is that why
you were there?

Did you work
with my mother?

Elizabeth, I knew your mother
better than she knew herself.

What is this?

The epicenter.

I brought you here because
this is where it all started.

Where what started?

You want answers.

Let's start with one
you already know.

The identity of N-13.

I was right.

About some of it.

The story you've heard
is that N-13

stole 13 packets of
intelligence from the KGB

around the time
the Soviet Union fell.

You were N-13.

You are N-13.

Yes.

But I didn't steal
anything.

The Sikorsky Archive
was a gift.

Gift?

A blackmail file
with compromising intel

on the world's most powerful
people and corporations?

- And governments.
- Who would do that?

One of your mother's
closest friends and colleagues.

You're lying.

You framed my mother,

made the world believe
she stole the Archive.

You need to forget
what you think you know.

You set her up.

Elizabeth,
listen to me.

Katarina Rostova

was never framed
or killed.

The Sikorsky Archive
was a seed.

The beginning
of what would become

one of the most
sophisticated

intelligence networks
in existence.

A network
meticulously crafted

with her knowledge
and blessing

to serve
one guiding purpose...

To give me the power

to keep you safe
and your mother hidden.

This place is part
of the machine

that that vision
manifested,

a machine that is
and has been

my life's work for the
past three decades.

So...
What is this?

This is The Blacklist.

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