All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S09E18.1080p.WEB.H264-DEXTEROUS

♪♪

MARVIN: Come on, Raymond.

You really think
Kate Kaplan is alive?

REDDINGTON:
I don't know, Marvin.

I never had divers
recover her body.

She chose the Potomac
as her final resting place,

and I chose
to respect her wishes.

I loved you, Raymond.

Kate!

♪♪

(SPLASH)

So it's possible
she survived.

And what?
Surfaced downriver

and somehow got help

without us knowing

and waited years

for just the right moment
to exact her revenge?

I'll tell you this, Marvin...

Kate loved Elizabeth.

She helped to raise her.

There is not a chance

she sent Vandyke to kill her.

So maybe she sent him
to kill you.

Maybe. She didn't know
about Townsend's wish

for me to watch
Elizabeth die.

So she couldn't have known

Vandyke would kill

Elizabeth first.

If it's Kate,
we'll find her.

She's good,
but we're better.

I'm not in D.C. I'm...

God knows where I am.

Weecha and I are on our way
to West Virginia.

Maureen Rowan lives there.

MARVIN: Kate's sister?

I thought she was
in witness protection.

REDDINGTON: She is.
Living under an alias

in a little town
called Silver Glade.

If Kate's been alive
all these years,

it's possible
Maureen would know.

MAUREEN: Raymond.

Maureen.

I should've called.

You should have.

But I wouldn't
have answered,

mostly because
I don't have a phone.

(CHUCKLES)
What a lovely place.

You've done
all this yourself?

I'm designing my own
retirement plan.

One day, I'm gonna
build a gazebo out here
and just sit.

Why wait?
You should do it now.

Mm, right now,
it's a little out
of my price range.

Someday.

Oh, it's been
a while, Raymond.

Last time
we saw each other

was the day you came
to tell me my sister
had passed.

Yes.

I wish I could have told you
more about the circumstances.

I don't.

Kate and I never spoke
about her work.

But I always thought
it was kind of you

to let me know
she was gone.

That's why
I've come, actually.
I can't be certain,

but it's possible
my condolences
were premature.

♪♪

MAUREEN: I never asked
about how Kate died.

I assumed
you made arrangements
for her remains.

No. Her body
was never recovered.

I see.

And this associate
of yours,

the one who
claims he saw her,
you believe him?

I believe
he thinks he saw her.

But that may be
what someone
wanted him to think.

You do remind me of her.

Of better times.

If Kate is alive, she's been
in hiding for a while,

and it's likely
that she's in some trouble.

If you've had
any contact...

I don't understand.
If she's in trouble,

wouldn't you
be the first person
she'd reach out to?

So you haven't
heard from her?

That's no surprise.

Kate and I were close,
in our way,

but she would never
come to me for help.

♪♪

What about the woman,
you know,

the one Kate was seeing

around the time
she supposedly died?

Kate was seeing someone?

Well, I only know this
because you weren't
the only visitor then.

A woman came to meet me
and to pay her respects.

Clara.

Clara Moore was her name.

She worked with Kate.

Said Kate had taught her
everything, like a mentor.

It was clear they'd been
in a relationship

and she loved
my sister very much.

If you could find her,
she might know something.

Clara Moore.

♪♪

That's very helpful.

♪♪

I've been waiting
for this day
for a long time.

Psilocybin, ketamine,
LSD, MDMA.

For the first time,

mainstream
medical institutions

are taking a long, hard look

at the healthcare benefits
of psychedelics.

Major universities in this
country and around the world

are studying these drugs
and how they can
help patients.

♪♪

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You can just leave it.
Thanks.

No can do.
I need a signature.

(DOOR BUZZES, UNLOCKS)

AVERY: This is our moment.

As we speak,
venture capitalists

are spending billions
of legitimate dollars...

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

...on companies that make
and sell mind-altering drugs.

I want our share.

Hell, I want
more than our share.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Stay.

(LION GROWLS)

We are the future
of healthcare!

One day, you're gonna
look back on this day,

and you're gonna tell your

grandchildren you were there.

(ALL GASPING, SCREAMING)

♪♪

LASZLO: I warned you.

Did you really think

I would let you set up shop

in my city?

POSTAL WORKER: Oroszlan,
there's no time.

COOPER: Always glad
to see you, Raymond.

But I have to admit,

I was hoping you'd give
this next new case to Aram.

He's in charge
of the task force now.

Have you thought
any more about giving him
another chance?

I have,
and I'm sorry, Harold.

I just don't trust him.

He's simply...

Wound too tight.

Maybe. When I left
the office last night,

he was agonizing over
this year's annual review.

He has to
fill out a report

on all the agents
under his command.

I must say, it's got him
pretty stressed out.

Mm.

I wonder if he'd
consider therapy,

specifically guided therapy
aided by psychedelics.

Properly applied, I find LSD
to be helpful in dark times

and a blast in good times.

Nothing loosens
a tight sphincter

like a good
eight-hour acid trip.

LSD is illegal.

Well, it doesn't
have to be LSD.

Ketamine, psilocybin.

The point is, there's new
interest in these drugs.

It's been almost 60 years

since Harvard University

fired Timothy Leary.

Now even Harvard's studying
the health benefits

of the drugs
he so famously touted.

That's good news.

It is, for everyone
except the criminals
who still make a living

selling these drugs,

criminals like
Laszlo Jankowics.

Jankowics.
Why do I know that name?

Because his father, Marko,
was once on the Blacklist.

He used to be
one the world's biggest
LSD distributors.

Until Agent Ressler
killed him.

Yes. But as dangerous
as Marko was,

I'm afraid his son, Laszlo,
is even more unhinged.

PARK: This morning?
Six homicides?

Reddington thinks
that this Laszlo

just gunned them down
in their chairs?

It's nine, actually, including
the guards and receptionist.

This happened just
because he didn't want
a legitimate company

trying to make
these drugs legally?

DEMBE: Could that really
be the only motive?

Who in their right mind
would kill nine people
for that?

Well, that's the thing.
Apparently, he's not
in his right mind.

Laszlo's known for being
addicted to his own product,

a liquid form of LSD.

And when abused, LSD can do
some pretty serious damage

to the brain.
In some cases,

your hallucinations
can become permanent.

Reddington says
they call him Oroszlan.

That's the Hungarian word
for lion.

Because he thinks
he's the king of the jungle?

No, because he thinks

a fully grown African lion
goes wherever he goes.

Oroszlan, we're running
low on product.

We need to make
new arrangements.

I already have.

The Phan organization
has sent a shipment.

It's arriving
at the port today.

Today? Oroszlan,
the port is not safe.

Why would you take
such an unnecessary risk?

But it is necessary.

We need product
to stay in business.

♪♪

(CHUCKLES)

ARAM: So,
this Laszlo Jankowics

is the next name
on the Blacklist?

Correct. That's who
Reddington wants us to find.

Why? We're looking for
whoever orchestrated
Elizabeth's death,

the same person
who's been blackmailing you.

What's the connection
to this Oroszlan?

I don't know. Reddington
just said it was important.

To us or to him?

Agent Ressler.
Look, I, um...

I know it's weird
that I'm, like,
the boss or whatever,

but, uh, please
just let me know
if you're gonna be late.

That was my fault.

You all know
Agent Ressler and I

have been investigating
Reggie Cole and Tyson Lacroix.

I asked Agent Ressler
to apply for a warrant

to search
Lacroix's home office.

And that request was approved
by Judge Perez 20 minutes ago.

Good news. Aram,
if it's okay with you,

Agent Ressler and I
would like to execute
the search warrant.

Oh, yeah. I mean,
yes, that is perfect.

Agent Park, Agent Zuma,
we have an active crime scene
at Virtual Horizons Lab.

Why don't you two
head on over there?

Good. Yeah.

Don't worry about me.
I'm just gonna be

filling out a thousand
pages of paperwork,

judging you all
for the Bureau.

DEMBE: Mr. Avery, thank you
for speaking with me.

I know how difficult this...
I have to tell the families.

These people, my staff,

they had wives,
husbands, children.

DEMBE: The Bureau
can help with that.

Right now,
I would like to focus

on the company meeting
you had this morning.

We just started.
Today was our first day

in our brand-new lab.

You're a chemist.
Is that right?

I have a degree
in neurochemistry, yes,

but I consider myself
a medical futurist.

My work is about advancing
healthcare, improving lives.

By manufacturing
psychedelic drugs?

By studying them.

And, yes, maybe one day
selling them.

The problem is, some people
already sell them,

and they don't want
any competition.

Is that why this happened?

The Bureau is aware
of a criminal organization

that sells
illegal psychedelics.

We think they were
sending you a message.

By murdering
my entire staff?

How many gunmen
were there?

I...don't know.

Mr. Avery, you were
the only survivor.

I'm sure you're scared,

but if there's anything
you saw, anyone...

No, I wish I had.

When I heard the shots,
I immediately ran.

I was hiding in that room,
so I never saw their faces.

Agent Zuma.
Sorry to interrupt.
You should see this.

Excuse me.

♪♪

Caught a break.

You're looking at
acrylic plexiglass.

It's over
3.5 inches thick.

It's installed to
weather an accidental
chemical explosion.

But today, it functioned
as bulletproof glass.

The slug
never fragmented.

DEMBE: Great.

Let's pull it and run it
for ballistics

and latent prints.

♪♪

I don't understand.
Why is any
of this necessary?

Mrs. Lacroix,
you've seen the warrant.

Please stand aside.
Let us do our jobs.

Your jobs?
My husband was murdered.

It's your job to find
and arrest his killer.

That's exactly what
we're trying to do.

By seizing
my husband's files?

He's the victim. You're acting
like he was a criminal.

I'm sorry,
but we're here
because Tyson,

whether he knew it
or not,

was connected
to a criminal conspiracy.

Conspir... What kind of...

I can't discuss
our evidence.

With one exception.

This man,
you ever seen him before?

His name was
Reginald Cole.

I don't know who that is.

But I knew my husband,
and you're wrong.

He was a good man
and an honest lawyer.

We're almost done.

We'll be out of here
within the hour.

Check this out.

Lacroix and Cole weren't
just lawyer and client,

they were
working together.

Makes sense.
It's not unusual
for a civil attorney

to have a private eye
on the payroll.

What is unusual
is what Cole
was hired to do.

He was keeping
around-the-clock surveillance
on Stanford March.

The tech executive?

Sent Lacroix
a full dossier.

Photos, itinerary,
a detailed list
of his known assets.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking
where's the case?

Lacroix never filed
an actual suit
against March.

Maybe he was planning to
but didn't get the chance.

Maybe, or maybe that was
never part of the plan.

Cole was blackmailing you.

What if he and Lacroix
were doing the same thing
to others?

Let's go see if Mr. March
can enlighten us.

♪♪

PARK: Good news.
We got a latent print

off a slug recovered
at Virtual Horizons Lab.

Print comes back
to a three-time felon
named Sebastian Graham.

What's a three-time felon
doing out where he can
kill people?

He's on parole
for a weapons charge.

Felon in possession
of a firearm.

We talked to
his parole officer,

and she's calling him in
for a meeting.

When he shows,
we'll bring him in.

Sounds good. Um...

Keep me posted.

♪♪

Hey, I need a sec.
(DOOR SHUTS)

Yeah. What's up?

That's the annual review
paperwork, right?

Unfortunately.

You do mine yet?
Because if you haven't,

I was hoping
to talk to you first.

You know,
give you an update
about my condition

before you report it
to Main Justice.

Yeah, I was kind of
gearing up

to ask you
about your headaches.

They're so much better.
In fact,

you may not really even
have to even mention them.

If they're still happening...

They're not, not really.

I mean,
once in a great while,
but nothing like before.

Now something needs
to trigger them,

like an
extremely bright light
or super-loud noise.

Alina.

I'm not asking you
not to mention them.

I-I realize
that would be improper.

But if you didn't
feel the need to...

Look, I love this job.

You know how much I love
being in the field.

I'm afraid if they see it,
they'll sit me down, and...

I can't handle that.

Right.

So...

We're good, then?

I'm not sure I-I can
leave it out entirely.

But I guess
I need to think about it.

But I will.
Think about it.

Thanks.

♪♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TOOLS TAPPING, WHIRRING)

Oh, Raymond,
you didn't have to.

(CHUCKLES)

I often do
what I have to, Maureen,

but this I did
because I wanted to.

The instant you told me
about the gazebo,

I knew I'd be back
to see it happen.

Is it a thank-you?

Does that mean
you found Clara Moore,

the woman
I told you about?

Not yet, but I have some
of my sharpest associates

working on it as we speak.

And I thought,
while I wait,

we could spend
a little more time
together.

I really do remind you
of her, don't I?

Yes.

We really are
very different,
you know.

It's ironic,
don't you think?

That I gave up a normal life
to catch a criminal,

and Kate gave up
a normal life to become one.

I've never asked you
about your decision

to testify
against Alexei Lagunov.

Do you regret it?

I asked Kate for advice.

When I saw those men
moving that man's body,

I asked her
what I should do.

And she said,
"Do nothing."

Not because she was
afraid for me

but because she
really didn't believe
it was any of my business.

I remember
hanging up the phone

knowing I was going
to call the police.

Why?

Probably because
she told me not to.

I didn't
answer your question.

Do I regret it?

I did, for a long time.

Kate wasn't the only one

with dreams
of a bigger life,
excitement.

I wanted to travel,

told my mother
I'd become
the youngest curator

in the history
of the Metropolitan Museum.

(CHUCKLES)

All of that changed
when I took the stand.

But I've come
to enjoy the quiet.

I work part-time
at a bookstore in town.

I'm on the board of the
Silver Glade Public Library.

I have my garden.

I think I've redefined
what I consider excitement.

This life has been
plenty big for me.

And I'm content.

♪♪

(DOOR OPENS)

Somebody want to tell me
what this is about?

Who are you people?
I need to get home.

I think you know what this
is about, Mr. Graham.

You left your print
at Virtual Horizons.

I read your sheet.
Plenty of warning signs,

but nine homicides?

That's next level,
even for you.

How do I know
this is real?

You'll know when the judge
admits it at your trial.

(SCOFFS)

We know you work
for Laszlo Jankowics.

I don't know
who that is.

You call him Oroszlan.
Where can we find him?

Where can you find
a Hungarian lion?

Try the Budapest Zoo.

You're going to prison.

There's no need
to protect him now.

Protect him?

Look.

I don't know the man,

but I know his reputation.

You want to talk about
next level?

From what I hear,
he's done so much acid

that his brain
is permanently damaged.

He'd order your death
and then forget about it

the second
he said the words.

Oroszlan's the reason
you're here.

Unless it was your idea

to shoot up a room
full of innocent people.

♪♪

Well, they weren't
all innocent.

What does that mean?

If you know
about Oroszlan,

then you know
that he inherited
his organization

from his father.

Sarkany built an empire,
but he didn't do it alone.

He had a partner.
A chemist who knew

how to turn
the ingredients Sarkany
got from Eastern Europe

into product.

♪♪

Wallace Avery.

He tried walking away.

All this talk about people
spending billions

to develop the same drugs
he'd been making for years?

He cut Oroszlan out.

Figured he had the experience
and the degrees to go legit.

I won't help you
get Oroszlan.

But Wallace Avery
can go to hell.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Dembe.

We haven't found Jankowics,

but the key to that
may be a chemist
named Wallace Avery.

Jankowics targeted
Virtual Horizon

because Avery
used to work for him,

but then he made a play
on his own.

REDDINGTON:
How can I help?

DEMBE: We sent
units to his address,

but he already cleared out.

He knows Laszlo won't stop
looking until he's dead,

so he's probably in hiding.

I was thinking
maybe Rogelio
could find him.

Send me the details,
and I'll reach out
right away.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

You're insane.

(CHUCKLES)

And you're
a dead man walking.

My people say
you've cleared out
of your apartment.

What do you think
my dad would have
done to you, Wallace?

What would he want me to do?

(GIGGLING WILDLY)

REDDINGTON: He owns
a laundry business,

but in reality,
he's the architect

of one of
the best intelligence
networks in existence,

an army of bellhops,
busboys, waiters,

waitresses, housekeepers.

Rogelio took people
who often go unseen

and fused them into one,
great, all-seeing eye.

REDDINGTON: Rogelio!
Thank you for coming.

Mi amigo, I have to hurry.

I told you,
I have an appointment.

Yes, but perhaps
you could reschedule.

Something's come up.

Reschedule? No.
Oh, impossible.

I didn't tell you,
but I applied
for my citizenship.

Ah, after 20 years
of living in this country,

I'm finally gonna be
a naturalized American.

My word.

Yeah,
my Civics interview's
in two hours.

I waited over a year
for a time.

I'm studying 120 questions
on American history
and government.

And how many questions
will they actually ask you?

Only 20, but I won't know
which ones.

I have to get 12 right
to pass.

I see.

I've never been much
for pledges of allegiance,

particularly when
it comes to governments,

but I respect
and honor your decision.

Two hours, you said?
Until the test.

I'm going to my sister's
to study.

I'll tell you what. There's
a man I need you to find.

We think he's holed up
here in D.C.

No, I can't.

Hear me out.

I'll give you the details,

you reach out
to your network,

and while we wait,
I'll help you study.

Mr. March, thanks
for taking the time.

Your assistant made it clear
your agenda was full.

And you made it clear
you didn't care.

Here I am.

How can I help the FBI?

COOPER:
We're investigating
two suspects.

Two recent murder victims
we think you may be aware of.

I'm confused.
Were they suspects
or victims?

Both. An attorney named
Tyson Lacroix

and a private investigator
named Reginald Cole.

Lacroix and Cole are dead?

COOPER: So you knew them?

RESSLER: Mr. March,
we'll cut right to it.

We have evidence
that Reggie Cole was
engaged in blackmail,

and we think that
Tyson Lacroix may also
have been involved.

Now, your name came up
as someone they may have
been targeting.

♪♪

I always thought
blackmail meant

paying someone
to stop them

from revealing something
that you did.

This was more
like extortion.

I had some trouble recently.
A young woman who worked

as a nanny for my son
made some accusations.

What type of accusations?

Sexual assault.

Look, I have no interest
in rehashing her claims.

Bottom line,
she went to the police,
filed a complaint,

but no charges
were ever filed,

so I thought that
was the end of it

until Lacroix showed up
with his investigator

and said he represented
the woman.

He wanted money, or else
he'd file a lawsuit?

That's right.
And as you know,

burden in a civil trial,
lot lower than a criminal one.

Did you reach
a settlement?

Confidential one.

Million five,
which I only paid
to spare my family.

Look.

You two look like
you know your business.

I'm sure you don't need
my advice.

We're listening.

I'm not a detective,
but in my business,

most mysteries get solved
if I do one key thing.

And what's that?

Follow the money.

REDDINGTON: Okay,
now concentrate.
I'm picking up the pace.

What founding document
was written in 1787?

The U.S. Constitution.

How many amendments
does the Constitution have?

Twenty...seven?

Are you asking me?

Twenty-seven.
Final answer.

(CHUCKLES)

The first 10 amendments
are known as...

The Bill of Rights.
You're crushing this.

Take a break,
have some water,
check the network.

Nothing yet,
but we'll find him.

One hour left.
Keep going.

Name the three branches
of government.

Executive, judicial, mm...

Rogelio, we just
went over this.

Yeah, I know.
I know this one.

They write the laws.
I know, it's the people,

the Congress, the...
I know.

Okay, pass.
We'll come back to it.

Name one writer of
The Federalist Papers.

Big Lou just bought a beach
house in Margate because...

Because he made
a boatload of cash

scalping tickets
to Hamilton.

Hamilton. Ah.
Boom!

Why is it important
to pay federal taxes?

Ugh. Don't answer that.

I'm getting a little carsick.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Ooh, I told you.
We found him.

Your boy Wallace Avery's
in a motel by the airport.

Clarissa just
brought him some towels.

Clarissa just made
10 grand.

Let me write down
the address for you.
Here.

♪♪

I can't thank you enough,
Rogelio.

Good luck today.

Gracias.

Ah. Legislative.
That was the third branch.

(LAUGHS) You see?
You've got this!

Let me know how it goes.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

So, what now?

Tell the task force
where to find Avery?

Actually, I have
another idea in mind.

♪♪

(AIRPLANE ENGINES WHOOSHING)

REDDINGTON:
Any sign of Oroszlan?

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

(CHUCKLES)

You're a very popular
fellow, Wallace.

You already know
Laszlo Jankowics
is looking for you.

Unfortunately,
the FBI is, too.

They know you and Laszlo
used to work together.

Oroszlan sent you
to kill me.

(CHUCKLING) No, no,
nothing like that.

In fact, I'd rather
not get involved

in the little dispute
you two are having.

But I do need
to find someone,

a woman you may know
named Clara Moore.

You're looking for Clara?

You do know her.

My sources tell me
she works exclusively
for Laszlo,

but we're having
a devil of a time
trying to find her.

You won't. Only Oroszlan
knows how to reach Clara.

And why is that?

He's psychotic.

And paranoid.

And she literally knows
where all the bodies
are buried.

Ah. I see.

Well, that changes things.

I'm sorry, Wallace,

but it seems
I'll have to involve myself
in your dispute after all.

What do you mean?

Well, if Laszlo
is the only one

who knows how
to reach Clara Moore,

I'll have to give him
a good reason to do just that.

What if Laszlo didn't
get the message?

Patience, Weecha.

(SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT
KNOCK ON DOOR)

(AIRPLANE ENGINES WHOOSHING)

♪♪

WEECHA: Just him.

♪♪

Oh, oh.
(CLICKS TONGUE)

Stay.
(LION GROWLS)

♪♪

Raymond Reddington.

I always hoped we'd meet.

Oroszlan. We did meet.

I was introduced
to your father once

on a yacht in Monte Carlo
years ago.

You were with him.
I'm sure you don't remember.

You were just a boy
at the time.

I was surprised
to get your call.

Why would a man like you
want to do me a favor?

No favors,
just business.

When I heard you were down
a chemist, it occurred to me

you may be running low
on product. Am I right?

I made arrangements.
The Phan cartel
sent a shipment.

Should get into the port
of D.C. today.

Ah. Ask around.
Port security's
a specialty of mine.

In the future, I'd be willing
to guarantee safe transport...

For the right price,
of course.

Now I know why they call you
the concierge of crime.

Do they?

Well, I'm a problem-solver.

Like Wallace here.

Your people have been
all over town looking
for him.

Well, here he is,
a good-faith gesture

to get our dealings off
on the right foot.

Oroszlan, please,
you can't.

REDDINGTON: Quiet.
He kills people!

My staff!
He's a monster!
(HISSES)

I said quiet.
You can't hand me
over to him!

Oh, for God's sake.
He's a killer...

Oh!

♪♪

RESSLER: Hey.

You're not gonna believe this.

I just got off the phone
with Susan Powell,

the woman who accused
March of assault.

She's never even heard
of Tyson Lacroix
or Reginald Cole.

Say that again?

Lacroix
wasn't her lawyer.

He went to March
claiming to represent her.

He negotiated a settlement
for a million and a half.

They've never even met.

So it was just a scam.

Just a scam?

This is brilliant.

I mean,
Cole found the cases,

complaints made by victims

that didn't result
in criminal charges.

Now all Lacroix had to do
was claim to represent

the victims
and then negotiate deals.

It's meaningless.
It's inspired.

I mean, I don't know how
I've never even heard of...

Donald! I get that you
appreciate the ingenuity,

but how does this keep me
out of prison?

Panabaker was very clear.

My best chance
to avoid prosecution

is to give Main Justice
something big.

The truth behind
a major conspiracy

that caused Elizabeth's death
and my blackmail.

Look, we're trying.

Yeah, but what if
we're wasting our time?

What if none of this
is connected to the
bigger picture?

You can't think like that.
We've just got to keep
moving forward.

I can't think like that?
That's easy for you to say!

No, it's not, Harold!

It's not easy
for any of us!

I can't deal
with this right now.

I've gotta clear my head.

Where are you going?

Home. To see my family
while I still can.

♪♪

You killed him!

(CHUCKLING) Well,
I thought you wanted
him dead.

Not here! Not now!
He talked to the feds
this morning.

I would've found out
what he told them first.

Nothing, I'm sure.

The man's hiding out
in an airport motel.

If he talked to the feds,
he'd be locked
in a safe house.

He was my chemist.

You should've
let me handle it.

You're over-thinking this.
Oh.

You should go.
I'll make a call,

have my Cleaner here
within the hour.

Raymond.
(MURMURING INDISTINCTLY)

What?

Oh, well, how was I
to remember that?

What's the problem?
There's no problem.

Apparently,
my best Cleaner

is on a flight
somewhere over
the Atlantic.

She went to take care
of something for me
in Tel Aviv.

Oh.
Don't even worry about it.

I'll use a backup.

Although it occurs to me

my next choice is in New York,

so it may take
a couple of hours.

A couple hours?
I know.

I wonder if they do
turndown service here.

I've got someone.

No, no, no,
please, let me.

I think you've done enough.
I'm getting out of here,

and you should do the same.

Well, if that's
what you want.

I'm calling her now.

I'll look
for my shell casings.

Guys... (WHISTLES) Let's go.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

♪♪

Well done, Wallace.

Think he bought it?

I do, which means
you need to leave town
immediately.

Weecha will arrange it.

Where am I going?

How about Acapulco?

You can set up shop,

perhaps send us a sample
or two from time to time.

Acapulco?

Just a thought.

Consider your death
a new lease on life.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Ah.

Please excuse me.

♪♪

Dembe, any luck finding
our little wack-job?

DEMBE: None.
That's why I'm calling.

I was hoping Rogelio found
his former chemist.

Wallace Avery.

In the wind, I'm sure.

That said,
I do have another lead.

I heard from a source

that Laszlo's
expecting a shipment
from the Phan cartel

to arrive today

at the port in D.C.

How reliable is the source?

Pretty good, I think.

And if he's right, and if
you're waiting at the port,

perhaps you could grab Laszlo
along with the goods.

REDDINGTON:
Clara Moore, welcome.

Please, come in.

♪♪

Hey. You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Hey, please, come in.

Look, um...

I have been doing
a lot of thinking,

and I have decided
that it is not my place

to say anything
about your headaches.

Wow. Uh, thank you.

Uh, well, let me finish.

See, um, the thing is,

I haven't really been feeling,
uh, like myself lately.

So it just feels wrong
for me to be evaluating you,

all of you,

when I have been going through
some struggles of my own.

So I have decided

that you should fill out
your own evaluation.

Are you serious?

Very.

I trust you.

If your headaches
aren't an issue,
don't report them.

I'll submit
what you think is best.

♪♪

I suppose Cleaners have to go
where the work takes them.

Although we both know
what Kate Kaplan would think

of a buffoon like
Laszlo Jankowics.

Still, I'm sure
he keeps you busy.

Say something, Clara.

You know exactly who I am,

and I suspect you know
exactly why I'm here.

Laszlo gave me up.

Certainly not.

Laszlo has no idea
we're meeting.

Please, don't let me
keep you

from doing
what you came here to do.

You want me to clean?

Indeed.

Fortunately, it's mostly
corn syrup and food coloring,

and if Kate Kaplan
taught you the trade,

this should be
a walk in the park.

♪♪

Tac team stand by.
We have eyes
on the shipment.

TEAM LEADER:
We're in position.

DEMBE: Nobody moves
until Laszlo and his men
take possession.

On your go.

Sure that's the
right container?

Has to be.
It originated in Jakarta

where the Phan cartel
has people at the port.

Manifest says it has
two dozen crates

of spearmint-flavored
aerosol spray.

Could be liquid LSD.

Or Laszlo's a real stickler
for fresh breath.

(SCOFFS)

East entrance,
rolling in now.

♪♪

DEMBE: We have
Laszlo plus five.

He must have a connection.
That's a port manager.

♪♪

REDDINGTON: I'm told
you and Kate were
very close at the end.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You murdered her.

Okay, Clara, we've reached
the end of the friendly,

get-to-know-you portion
of our little chat.

I'm afraid
things get harder
from here.

First, I didn't kill
Kate Kaplan.

Fact is,
she took her own life.

Second, I feel terribly
about that.

Regardless of how she felt
about me at the time,

we'd been friends
for many, many years,

and I cared
a great deal for Kate.

And I've had to live
with the circumstances
of her death ever since.

That is, until yesterday,

when it came to my attention

that she may not
be dead after all.

Kate's alive?

I wonder, was that
a genuine question

or just an attempt
to keep her hidden?

I don't know
what that means.

Not that it matters.

I'd die before
I'd tell you anything.

Here's an idea.
Why don't I introduce you
to an associate of mine?

(WHISPERING) Brimley.

Yes. You've heard of him.
No.

I'm not surprised.
Please.

No, no, no, not to worry.
No.

You'll love him.
He and Kate were old friends.

♪♪

DEMBE: Wait for the hand-off.

That's all we need.
Team Leader, move in.

We're good to go.

We got movement!
Two o'clock!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

♪♪

Laszlo's running.
PARK: I see him.

♪♪

Drop the gun!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES
IN DISTANCE)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT ECHOING)

Dembe, I don't have him!

I'm coming.
Which way's he moving?

(GASPING)

Alina. Alina!

Alina, are you okay?

DEMBE: How do you feel?

On the bright side,
I can hear and see again.

But that would be
the only bright side.

SWAT's been all over
the neighborhood.

No sign of Laszlo.

Or his lion.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

A round went off
inside the container.

From then, I just...
Couldn't think.

And then the sunlight
when I ran out again...

Your two triggers...
Bright lights, loud sounds.

Maybe you should let them
take you to the hospital.

I've seen enough doctors.

We both know
what happened and why.

Worst part?

It's not about me.

I lost Laszlo.

We needed him for Cooper.

He's almost out of time.

♪♪

Hey. Thanks for calling.
How is she?

Okay. You know,
pretty shaken up.

And Laszlo?

(SIGHS) We lost him,
but it's not over.

Dembe's got Metro P.D.
and half the Bureau
out looking.

♪♪

I went home,
saw my wife,

lost a vicious game
of Crazy Eights to Agnes.

What I'm saying
is that I took a minute

to remember
what's important to me.

And you, Donald,
you're high on that list.

I'm sorry for earlier.
You don't have to say that.

Yes, I do. I'm well aware
that the trouble I'm in

is trouble
of my own making,

trouble that's affecting
everyone around me.

I'm sorry.
And if I haven't said it,

thank you for doing
everything you can
to help me.

You'd do the same
for me.

Yes.

The point is,
you were right.

At the moment,
nothing makes sense.

Maybe this scam
that Lacroix and Cole
were running

is meaningless, or maybe
it's the key to everything.

Only way to know is
to keep moving forward.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Reddington.

Raymond.
I don't have good news.

You lost Laszlo Jankowics.

Yes. How did you know?

He just reached out
to Marvin,

asking for my help in getting
out of town undetected.

Not to worry, Harold.
He won't be going anywhere.

Our little lion tamer
is in for a big surprise.

It's an evening of surprises,

and that one's not even
in the top two.

I need to see you.

Come to the warehouse.

He has a line on Laszlo,
and he wants to talk.

Tonight.

You want to say that again?

I'd rather not.

You think
Kate Kaplan's alive?

I didn't say that.
I said it's come
to my attention

that she may be alive.

And that's why you gave us
Laszlo Jankowics?

To get to his Cleaner,
who knows for sure?

I said
she may know for sure.
It's a fluid situation,

which is why
I asked Brimley
to join us.

Brimley's here?

He is.

I don't understand.
Kaplan survived that fall,

and, what,
she's been in hiding
all these years?

Unlikely, but unknown.

If she'd lived,
she would have
needed help.

The woman's name
is Clara Moore.

She and Kate
were very close.

I'm done, and I'm certain
she's telling the truth.

What the hell is this?

Like I said,
it's a fluid situation.

Telling the truth
about what, Teddy?

Is Kate alive or not?

She don't know.
Until two days ago,

she thought Kate was kaput
like the rest of us.

But then she got a note.

She came home.
It was in the bedroom
on her night table.

And, yes, she's convinced
it's Kate's handwriting.

She destroyed it,
so we can't be sure.

Two days ago?

That's her story.

And believe me,
she's sticking to it.

According to her,
the note said, uh...

"Clara. I'm sorry.

"So much to explain.

"I'm hoping
you'll let me try."

That's it. Then
an address downtown,

10:00 p.m., Friday.

That's tonight.
Less than two hours
from now.

So much to explain?
Why now?

After all this time,
why reach out like that?

Let's take a ride, Harold.

Who knows?
Maybe I'll be reacquainted

with an old friend.

♪♪

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Agent Park, hey.
Uh, you're here.

Is everything all right?
I thought you were going home.

I'm going now.
But I wanted to get this
back to you.

I know I said my headaches
weren't an issue.

Alina, I am so sorry.

You don't have to worry
about reporting it.

I did it myself.
It's all in there.

Are you okay?

I was pretty hard on Ressler
for putting the rest of us
at risk with his addiction.

I may be disabled,
but I'm not a hypocrite.

What if Main Justice
takes you out of the field?

If they don't, you should.

It's okay, Aram.

Just send it.

♪♪

(DOOR SHUTS)

COOPER: You believe it?

Elizabeth's death,
Doug Koster,

that poor bartender,
my blackmail.

I'm sitting here,
trying to understand

how or why Mr. Kaplan
could have done it all.

♪♪

I've often wondered
what I'd say to her
if I had the chance.

And?

The prospect
is more overwhelming
than I'd imagined.

Seeing her again?

And what?

What do I do
if it is her, Harold?

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

Oh, my...

There she is.

COOPER: Oh, my God.

It really is her.

I don't know if I'm ready
to do this.

♪♪

WEECHA: You stay here.
Watch that window.

We got this.

Are you sure, Weecha?

I'm sure.

♪♪

WEECHA: We're
in the stairwell,
moving to the third floor.

(GUNFIRE)

Two down. She had guards
watching the stairwell.

Kate heard the shots.
She knows you're inside.

No, no, move, move!
(GUNFIRE)

Weecha. Weecha,
what's happening?
Move!

We're losing transmission.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Weecha, she knows
you're coming!

You need to get
out of there now!

Go! Back, go! It's a trap!

♪♪

Weecha! Weecha!

♪♪