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on The Blacklist...

Karakurt.

We know
you're working for the Cabal.

How was the virus
delivered?

You've been set up.

You infected the senator,
and now they will come for you.

Suspect's name is
Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.

But as of today,
she's a fugitive.

Dembe's missing.

Where is
Raymond Reddington?

So be it.

We're gonna die
in here.

What would you do
to help Elizabeth Keen?

Anything.

I'm happy to report
your funds have cleared, Gerald.

You'll have full use of the
penthouse suite until 9:00 AM.

That's when
the clean-up crew arrives.

Thank you.
I can't tell you--

Oh, you don't have
to say anything.

I'm terribly sorry
for your loss.

This man's drugs
ate my son alive.

And now you'll deliver payment
in kind.

Shall we wake him?

The hour of vengeance
has arrived.

The road to healing
begins tonight.

What happens next
is up to you.

Oh, and if you find that
you can't finish your meal,

we've provided takeout bags
in the kitchen.

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You know him?

No.

Neither did I.

Had to dig out
my agency rolodex

to find someone
who recognized him.

Name's Matias Solomon--
a real lone wolf.

He was CIA?

Asset only.

In Ethiopia until
he joined the Eritrean war.

Solomon committed atrocities
on the battlefield so vulgar

even the CIA disavowed him.

I need you to find him,
Leonard.

I appreciate you wanting
to help your associate,

but Solomon's been
MIA for a decade.

Dembe is more than an associate
to me.

Please find him.

Excuse me.

- Who are--
- Aram.

Surprise.

What are you doing
in my apartment?

And, uh,
who was that guy?

I'm sorry
for the intrusion.

I'm here
because I need your help.

Where's Agent Keen?

Something's happened to her,
hasn't it?

Yes, thank God.

I got a shower
for the first time in days.

I'm so happy to see you.

Not many people are
these days.

Okay,
I probably shouldn't say this,

but you look fantastic.

Aram.

We're looking for a woman
who calls herself The Djinn.

A matchmaker of sorts,

who pairs clients
with what they most desire--

greed, lust, revenge.

They say she can make
any fantasy come true.

We have a web address.

There are encryptions
we can't decipher.

I know
this is asking a lot,

but we wouldn't come to you

if Reddington didn't believe
that this Djinn might be helpful

in clearing my name.

If I agree to help...

I'll have to let
Agent Ressler know.

We're in a symbiotic
relationship.

By helping us,
Agent Ressler keeps us close.

I have to believe
Ressler wants the truth

about who attacked our country
just as much as we do.

If that's true, he'll accept
help anywhere he can get it.

He wouldn't take it
from Tom.

What? Tom?
I-I don't understand.

He knows
you're in trouble.

He came and offered to help.

Agent Ressler turned him down.

The Djinn--
we need to find The Djinn.

If you want to help Keen,
this is how you do it.

Find Karakurt.

The Cabal hired him to do
what she's being framed for--

the OREA bombing,
the senator's murder.

Yeah, I know Karakurt.
He's Russian garbage.

Probably hitting some strip club
in St. Petersburg right now.

Karakurt
betrayed his country.

If he went back to Russia,

the FSB would shoot him
on sight.

My intel says he's had
extensive plastic surgery.

He's trying to change
his identity.

Says here you had him
in custody and you let him go.

It also says Karakurt's sister
is married to Charlie Volkens--

violent, unstable.

He runs a crime ring
in the Rust Belt.

Word is that's where
Karakurt's laying low.

Why come to me?
Hmm?

Your boy Ressler told me
to hit the highway.

Donald Ressler's
a fine agent.

Within the rules,
he'll do everything possible

to find Elizabeth
and the truth.

- You don't think that'll be enough?
- Maybe.

Given what we're up against,
I'm willing--

Throw out the rulebook.

Bend the bindings
a little.

All right, so what's
the FBI doing about this?

I assume their entire focus
is on Reddington and Keen.

You "assume."

Don't you know?

I'm on leave
from the task force

while they investigate
my part

in the shooting
of Tom Connolly.

So this isn't
a sanctioned op.

No. I'm asking you
to figure out a way

to infiltrate
the crime ring

that may be protecting
Karakurt.

If you're caught,
something happens,

you're on your own.

I had no knowledge
of this.

I walked in,
and they were just there.

We have
a confirmed sighting.

I live at
the Nottingham apartments.

Tell MPD to shut down
a five-block radius

around Adams Morgan.

Reset the checkpoints.
Notify all agencies.

Run it into the ground.

I know
you think she's innocent,

but you did the right thing
coming forward.

Uh,
Mr. Reddington asked me to.

Why would he do that?

Because he needs our help
finding The Djinn.

Who's The Djinn?

The kidnap and rape
of a British princess.

The mauling death of a big-game
poacher locked in a lion's cage.

The vivisection of a drug dealer
while he was eaten alive.

According to Mr. Reddington,

these are not random acts
of perverse cruelty.

Each was a revenge fantasy,

planned and provided by a woman
known only as The Djinn.

The Djinn?

You mean, like a genie?

All I know is,
they believe she can help

clear Agent Keen's name.

The Djinn apparently grants
your deepest, darkest wish.

If you can imagine it
and pay for it...

she'll make it happen.

How do you contact
this... Djinn?

Right. At the early
days of the web,

a virtual fantasy world
was created online

to connect people of all ages
from around the world.

The technology
was quickly obsolete,

but the site
was never taken down.

Today, it is a hidden oasis
for freaks and weirdos.

No digital signatures.
Tor-encrypted on the dark web.

It offers anonymity for new
clients to contact The Djinn.

Once you locate her avatar,

The Djinn invites you
into a private room,

where you give her your name
and bank account.

That's it.

You sign off.

The Djinn verifies
your financial resources.

If she likes what she sees,

she contacts you directly
to set a meeting.

I don't buy it.

I mean, if they're trying
to prove Keen's innocence,

why go after
some high-priced vigilante?

And if that's not what
they're trying to prove,

why risk everything
asking for Aram's help?

Why do any
of what they've done?

A troll farmer,
a counterfeiter,

a company that launders money
for the Cabal,

now this Djinn--
it doesn't make sense.

They're fugitives,
but they're not running.

They're searching.

But if not for Keen's innocence,
then what for?

Well, we know they're trying
to set up a meeting,

but we have to find
a where and when.

If we can find The Djinn first,
maybe we can intercept them.

Cross-reference
all our known cases.

Look for
the IP addresses,

how her clients
communicated with her,

anything that can provide a clue
to her identity.

You did it.

No. You did.

Your hour of vengeance
has arrived.

The road to healing
begins now.

What happens next
is up to you.

Allah teaches us
forgiveness,

but some things--
they're unforgivable.

Do you have to torture me,
too?

I'm preparing
for my next interrogation.

With a spoon?

I counted four men.

You might get two
before they kill you.

So be it.

When Solomon figures out
he can't break me,

he'll go after my daughter,
her little girl.

Whatever it takes
to find Raymond.

If I'm dead, they're safe.

I found a link.

The revenge fantasies
arranged by The Djinn

occurred around the world,

but two of them drove down
the earnings of one company.

How?

Well, it seems cannibalism
isn't good for business.

The victim's body was found
in a dumpster outside the hotel

wrapped in hotel towels.

Now no one wants
to sleep there.

Just like no one wants
to fly a certain airline

in South America.

It went bankrupt after a
hijacking planned by The Djinn.

Azeri Financial
is a majority shareholder

in both the airline
and the hotel.

It's a private holding company
in New York.

Two is hardly a pattern.
Maybe it's just a coincidence.

It could be, but it's not.
Aram?

That is Bahram Bakhash,

owner and CEO
of Azeri Financial.

The abduction took place
two hours ago.

So far, there have been
no ransom demands.

Well, if someone hired
this Djinn to bankrupt Azeri Financial,

we need a motive.

And-- more importantly--

what does any of this
have to do with Keen?

"I am not courageous. _

Only the poor have courage.

Why?
Because they are hopeless.

To get up every morning to plow
a potato field in wartime,

to bring kids with no prospects
into the world.

To live poor--
that takes courage."

Ugh.
I forget the next line.

You're a terrible actor.

There's nothing wrong
with my performance.

It's the play.

Bertolt Brecht uses
the alienation effect

to create emotional distance
from the audience.

I don't know.

So, why did you
produce his play?

I was completely
swept up

in the idealism
of the theatre owner--

a pipe-smoking cream puff
of a German named Gerta.

She read "Mother Courage"
to me aloud--

the whole play
in one sitting.

A brilliant exploration
of the politics of war

and those who profit
from it.

Sadly, it was 1991,

and audiences were going
in droves to see "Cats."

Gerta lost every penny
of my investment,

but she remains grateful
to this day.

Her theater is ours
as long as we need it.

The Djinn.
We have a meeting point--

a bench in Astoria Park
tomorrow at 9:00 AM.

When she arrives, keep her
in the open until I move in.

This woman-- The Djinn--

you said she can help,
but you haven't said how.

I have reason to believe

that at least two
of the people she's catered to

are powerful members
of the Cabal.

And if we get to her,
we can get to them.

In case
we lose visual contact,

you'll be wearing
a tracking device.

If you're thinking of
reaching out to him, don't.

Now that he's
on the FBI's radar,

they're likely monitoring
any communications.

This is important, Lizzy.

Promise me
you won't call him.

I promise.

We should get some rest.

She hasn't called yet.
More tea?

Sure.

Karakurt had extensive
facial surgery.

Do you know anyone who
would want to hurt your father?

No.

No one.
He's a devout man.

Respected,
with many friends.

- When did you see him last?
- Here. This morning.

He called a board meeting
to discuss a hostile takeover.

How hostile?

The Newcastle Venture Group
is an investment firm.

They made an aggressive
buyout proposal.

Which your father
opposed?

Yes. He wants the company
to stay in the family.

In his absence, would the board
approve of the buyout?

Buyout proposals happen
all the time.

No one gets kidnapped
because of them.

Look, my father raised
my sister, Nasim, and me

after our mother was killed by
a bomb during the Iran-Iraq war.

He's everything to us.

Please.

Find our father,
bring him back to us.

Nice to make
your acquaintance, Elizabeth.

If you'll be so kind as
to follow my instructions,

we'll be having a lovely visit
in no time.

First, I'll need you
to leave your cellphone.

Opposite you,
there's a gap in the fence.

Follow the path until you find
some portable restrooms.

Walk there now,
and enter the one on the right.

- Freeze!
- You! Don't move!

Get there now.

Aah.

You did well, Elizabeth.

For my privacy and your safety,
I'm turning off the lights.

Wait.
W-where are we going?

Enjoy the ride.

I'll have a cup of hot tea
waiting.

I've called everyone.
It's as if he just vanished.

There's been no demand
for a ransom or anything--

just silence.

What can I do, Hamid?
I feel so helpless.

I put out a reward
for any information,

and the FBI assures me they're
doing everything they can.

They want to talk to you.
I'll text you their number.

Yes, of course.
Anything I can do to help.

I'll finish up what I'm doing
here and then call them.

Man az samime ghalbam.

That was Hamid.

He's worried about you,
father.

He should be.

I know this may seem barbaric
to you,

but no more so
than what you did to me.

Elizabeth.

Thank you for enduring
my security measures.

Please,
take off your shoes.

Get comfortable.

It's not often I'm contacted
by an international fugitive.

We do our homework.

Why don't you tell me
your fantasy,

and let's see
if we can help?

"If"?

Not all wishes
are granted.

We help
at our discretion.

I want revenge.

You have
my full attention.

I was framed.

I want the people who did this
to admit it

and pay
for what they've done.

I don't believe that.

It's what I want.

I'm sure it is.

You wouldn't be human
if it wasn't.

But I'm not interested
in what you want.

I'm interested
in what you deeply desire.

I can sense
that death and vengeance

aren't what drive you,
Elizabeth.

Or feed your soul.

What does?

A lost world, I suspect.
Another life.

Why don't you tell me
about that fantasy,

and maybe I can
help you?

If you can't face your truths,
I can't be of service.

My car will return you
to Astoria Park.

I'm sorry.

Hamid's right.

I can't think of anyone who
would want to harm my father.

He's a good man.

Your father's company--

I have nothing to do
with the company.

The Newcastle
Venture Group--

we understand they're
mounting a hostile takeover.

Did your father ever
mention them to you?

No, I don't think so.

We know
that it's a front,

but we don't know
who's behind it yet.

Your father never
mentioned them?

My father never talks business
with me.

Surely you must know how that
is, Samar Navabi.

I know how that is.

But I took control of my life
a long time ago.

Hmm.

Then you're braver than I.

_

Nasim?

Nasim?

Forgive me for intruding.

Nasim?

Hamid.

There you are.

Have you heard anything
about father?

No.

It's gonna be okay.

The FBI are doing
everything they can.

I know nothing else matters
right now,

but I need your advice.

You're the only one
who values it.

The board members--
they're nervous.

They were nervous even before
father was abducted.

Quarterly earnings, share value,
and now with him gone,

I've tried to convince them
to wait,

that to decide the fate of
the company at a time like this

is insane.

They won't listen.

I want him
to be proud of me.

Father groomed you
to be his successor

because he trusts you.

He has confidence in you.
The board will listen to you.

It's a fair offer.
Take it.

It should have been you.

Running the company.

The bias, the prejudice.

He should have
seen past it.

I just pray
they find him.

Your turn, chief.

Not so fast.

Lift your pant leg up.
The right one.

Let's see
what's in the sock.

I had to give them something.
They made me.

Okay, that's enough!

Raise your hands!
Face to the wall!

You didn't have to hit me
that hard.

That wasn't
part of the plan.

Get his weapon.

Wait.

Hello?

Hi.
Uh, I'm sorry. Is--

It's you.
Calling for the guy.

Y-yeah.

I can't believe it.

He was hoping
you'd call.

He wanted me to give you
this number.

Lizzy?

What is it?

555-0123.

When he comes back,
do you want me to--

What happened
with The Djinn?

We tracked you
to the warehouse,

but then you were gone and the
tracking signal left the city.

She had guards, so I couldn't
ask her about the Cabal.

I gave her the story, but she
didn't believe I was being honest.

She wanted to know
my real fantasy.

So.

Well,
I didn't say anything.

I put the bug
on her shoe.

What is your fantasy?

It's been the same thing
for as long as I can remember.

I'm walking in a park
with my husband.

In between us
is our little girl.

I'm holding her hand
in mine...

and I never let go.

Thanks to
your shoe switcheroo,

apparently we have an address
for The Djinn.

♪♪ _

Hi, there.
Is your mommy home?

You're not The Djinn.

What are you doing?

Looking at
the classifieds.

"Tuba mouthpiece for sale"?

The number will lead us
to Reddington.

Thanks.
All I wanted to hear.

Oh, my God!
Oh!

You followed me.

What's The Djinn's name?

Is that
why you came to me?

So that
I'd give up The Djinn?

I won't do that.

Let's forget about The Djinn
for a moment.

I'd be more intrigued
to hear about you, Alice.

I'm sure you have
a story to tell.

I love stories.

I used to work
the convention circuit,

standing next to supercars all
day in heels and short shorts.

As a brand ambassador,

you're trained to answer
questions and push product.

The Djinn found me
through an agency I work with.

Most of our clients are men.
They enjoy a little eye candy.

When I started, The Djinn
scripted every word I said,

but I guess I had a knack
for reading people,

knowing their desires.

In time, I became
the face of the operation.

I imagine selling fantasies
is a very profitable business,

one you are clearly
not profiting from.

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

The Range Rover
in the driveway,

those diamond earrings,
your shoes--

your aspirations clearly exceed
your reality.

I've been preparing
to quit.

I have
more than enough money.

Oh. Lies on top of pretense,
my dear.

You haven't quit because
you enjoy the power.

There's no shame
in that.

Do I look ashamed?

No, you do not.

It appears we're all good
at reading people. What fun.

But, Alice,
I don't think you see

that we have
an opportunity here

to make both of our fantasies
come true.

The Djinn is a middleman
I believe you've outgrown.

Tell me his name.

Tell me all about him, and
I'll get him out of your way.

You can launch
your own operation.

Maybe one that's a little more
optimistic and constructive

than the present
business model.

I even have your first client
all lined up.

So, this Djinn--
tell me.

That's your chest collapsing.
That feeling?

Asphyxiation will be next.

Your suffering
is almost over.

I wish the same could be said
for mine.

I did what I had to...

to keep you alive.

You did what you did because you
couldn't stand to look at me.

Well, I am making you
look at me now.

Look at me, father!

Your company is gone.

Hamid and the board sold it
to the Newcastle Venture Group.

That's not possible.

Mm.

You know, for years,

I had dreamt of ways
to get my revenge on you.

So many fantasies
swimming in my head.

So many that they gave birth
to a business.

As The Djinn, I make people's
fantasies come true.

You have no idea
how much people will pay

to experience
their darkest desires.

And I've been
collecting that money

so that one day I could live out
my own fantasy.

And guess what day it is,
father.

You said I was unfit
to run a company.

Now I own one-- yours.

Newcastle Venture Group
is mine.

I figured it out.

I had to go through
six pass-throughs

and two loan-outs
in The Caymans, but--

Aram.

Oh. Um...

You look nice today.

Aram.
What did you figure out?

Right.
The Newcastle Venture Group--

Nasim Bakhash controls it.

Bahram's daughter.

And the board
of Azeri Financial

just approved
the buyout offer.

And that only happened

because Bahram wasn't there
to oppose it.

That's what this is--
her revenge fantasy.

She's getting back at her father
for cutting her out.

That's why
she kidnapped him.

And the only question is,
has she killed him yet?

Aram, get an address,
get units en route now.

Found my way
into the crime ring.

"New York's
hottest bachelors"?

Page 32.

Asher Sutton?
I don't know who that is.

He's my fast pass
to finding Karakurt.

How does the only child
of a billionaire resort owner

get you anywhere near
the crime syndicate

where Karakurt's hiding?

Trust me.
It does.

I believe
we've already established

that I don't trust you.

I believe we've also established
that you need me.

Look. If this world where Karakurt
is hiding were easy to get to,

I'd have
gotten there myself.

If this Asher kid
somehow has access to it,

what makes you think
he's gonna take you there?

Because
he's got a weakness.

For street life, hustlers,
players--

anybody who has to fight
for their money.

Go on.

Asher spends
most of his nights

at an underground casino
in New York.

All I need
is a good story.

Graduated Princeton.
Summers in the Hamptons.

Maybe you should tell him

how you learned to channel
lady luck in college

during a weekend bender
in Sag Harbor.

Sag Harbor.
Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, you know what?
I remember that weekend.

You know,
it was my junior ye--

No,
it was my sophomore year.

And my roommate at Princeton,
Sammy--

Sammy?
I don't think so.

Right.

Not Sammy.

- ♪ I once had a life, or rather ♪
- Samuel.

His parents had a beach house
in, uh, Sag Harbor...

that he said was flush
with bikinis every summer.

So, come July,
we want to get lucky, right?

So we hit the beach, you know, like
Samuel said-- scores of girls.

But the problem is-- they're
all high-school girls.

Right? Jailbait.

15 will get you 10 to 20.
You know what I'm saying?

So forget it.
We just drink every night.

You know, make the most
of our fleeting youth.

And on the last day,
we hit the beach one more time.

And there lies
the most beautiful college girl

you've ever seen.

I mean, ever.

But it's two guys,
and there's one girl.

So I strike first.

I sit down,
I start talking to her,

and she says she's hungry.

So I get up,
I go to the Sag General

to buy her
a cappuccino muffin.

But when I come back, there's
Samuel lying on top of her

and their lips are locked
like a jigsaw puzzle.

You know what I mean?

So I do the death march
back to my towel.

I'm just gonna sleep off the
rest of my hangover, you know?

"Forget about this day."
But I can't sleep.

Because I got something hard
stuck under my head, right?

So I reach under my towel,

and you're never gonna believe
what I find

lost in the sand.

So I go back to school
the next day

with a $12,000 Bvlgari
on my wrist,

and Samuel-- he goes back
with a brand-new cold sore.

Oh. That's the day
that I learned

that luck is just
what you make of it.

That's a dope watch,
Mr. Wainright.

You have
a good evening,

and, uh, good luck
in there tonight.

- ♪ Can you get? ♪
- Hey, let's hope.

Alice was right.
No guards.

What?
What is it?

You've been quiet
ever since we left Alice.

Is it Dembe?

It's your fantasy.

What about it?

It's as it should be.

Look at that.

Pinned like
a swallowtail.

Oh, my.

No, no, no.
Let's not fuss with that now.

Our priority's
to find Nasim.

He won't be alive.
Look at him.

He needs
medical attention.

I'm not sure
we should start the party

before the hostess arrives,
but so be it.

Yes. Hello.

I need an ambulance.

A man's dying on a cross.

Aram,
we're five minutes out.

That's good,
because a 911 call

was just placed
from Nasim's home,

and the caller was
Mr. Reddington.

Are you positive?

Voice analysis
confirmed it.

Reddington.
He's already there.

Nasim.
There you are.

Please, come in.

We have much to discuss,
and time is a factor.

What do you want?

To offer my sympathies.

I know who you are.

And I know who you are,
Nasim.

What a beautiful name.
It means "breeze" in Farsi.

But you weren't
born Nasim.

You were born Nasir--
"the victorious."

How ironic.

But a boy.
A perfectly healthy boy.

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

Alice told us the story.

We know you're The Djinn.

And this must be
your father.

The butcher.

Tell me, Bahram, was it
so horrific to discover

that your 19-year-old son,
your eldest son, was gay?

So horrific that you forced him
against his will

to go under the knife,
change his gender,

to give you a daughter instead
of your son, who is gay?

Clerics accept...

People can get trapped
in the body of the wrong sex.

- The law says--
- I wasn't trapped.

I liked my body.

I liked men.

I wanted to protect you,
Nasim.

They could have
killed you.

For being gay.

They're so homophobic that
being gay is a hideous crime,

but chopping off
a man's penis isn't?

Honestly, is it just me,
or is the human race,

armed with religion,
poisoned by prejudice,

and absolutely frantic
with hatred and fear,

galloping pell-mell
back to the dark ages?

Who on earth is hurt
by a little girl going to school

or a child being gay?

Let's be Frank, Bahram.

You didn't change your son
to protect him.

You changed him
because he disgusted you.

That's not true.

You violated my body
without consent.

You sliced out my identity
and discarded it as waste.

You cursed me to live the rest of
my life as a second-class citizen,

despite being
a firstborn son.

We're running
out of time.

Get what you came for,
and let's go.

What did you come for?

A leather journal--
hand-written--

with the names
of all your clients

and their adventures
in wonderland,

but I suggest
you find it fast

before the authorities outside
break down your door.

What did you do?

As a general rule,

I'm against the militarization
of America's police forces,

but I needed an army,
so there they are.

I've prepared an escape
for Elizabeth and I,

and there's room for you,
too,

but the price for your freedom
is one leather journal.

Now who's The Djinn?

Agents Navabi and Ressler.
Where are we at?

We set the perimeter.

Our fourth side is water,

and we're waiting
for harbor units.

No sign of the targets.

They're in there.

I want a full layout
of that property,

and position teams
to cover all the exits.

Yes, sir.

I should have never agreed to this.

Risking everything,
for what?

Another list of names.
How valuable can they be?

All part of the master plan to
clear your name, I assure you.

Helicopters.

Not even you
can get us out of this.

You want to know my fantasy,
Nasim?

To escape a hopeless
police standoff in style

with two sensational women
on my arms.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Well,
we can't have everything.

We're gonna breach
on my command.

SWAT will follow.

Reddington and Keen
are inside.

They're armed--
Lieutenant, are you listening?

- That chopper.
- What about it?

It's not mine.

Reddington.

Let's go now.

Move, move!

Welcome aboard, Elizabeth.

Excellent.

I gave you the journal.
I kept my end of the deal.

Your deal was with him.

Women.

♪ oh, here comes trouble ♪

♪ put your helmet on ♪

♪ we'll be heading for a fall ♪

♪ yeah,
the whole thing's gonna blow ♪

♪ and the Devil's
got my number ♪

♪ it's long overdue ♪

♪ he'll come looking soon ♪

♪ yeah,
the whole thing's gonna blow ♪

♪ oh, here comes trouble ♪

♪ these people talk too much ♪

♪ need to shut them up ♪

♪ yeah, I'd rather be alone ♪

♪ can you ♪

♪ can you feel that rumble? ♪

♪ all this borrowed time ♪

♪ it's been running out ♪

♪ it's the ending of the show ♪

It was empty
when I found it...

- ♪ but I know now ♪
- ...just like the rest of the building.

♪ yeah ♪

♪ yeah, I know now ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ everything's gonna be okay ♪

He was here.

♪ oh, I keep telling myself ♪

♪ "Don't worry, be happy" ♪

Mr. Solomon...

- ♪ oh, you keep telling yourself ♪
- I'm in New York City.

- ♪ "Everything's gonna be okay" ♪
- I know how to locate Reddington.

♪ oh, I keep telling myself ♪

♪ "Don't worry, be happy" ♪

♪ oh, you keep
telling yourself ♪

We caught a predator.
You should be proud.

That journal had names, dates,
locations.

The DOJ's going to close
dozens of cases.

There was one page
torn out--

the one
that Reddington wanted.

Whatever he's doing,
he's gonna get her killed.

You can't save her.
You shouldn't even try.

Liz made a choice
to kill the Attorney General.

She said it was the only way
that she could stop him.

I've stopped men
the same way,

and I'm ready
to pay the price.

Liz needs to be ready,
too.

♪ oh, here comes trouble ♪

Nobody made her
pull that trigger.

♪ put your helmet on ♪

♪ we'll be heading for a fall ♪

So, I go back to school
the next day

with a $12,000 Bvlgari
on my wrist,

and Samuel-- he goes back with
a brand-new cold sore, right?

And that's the day

that I learned that luck
is what you make of it.

Blow on that for me.
Thank you very much.

- ♪ "Don't worry, be happy" ♪
- One more seven!

♪ oh, you keep telling yourself ♪

♪ "Everything's gonna be okay" ♪

Have a good night.

♪ everything's gonna be okay ♪

Oh, you're good.

What's that?

You switched the dice

while you were showing off
your fake watch.

That's a clever
misdirect,

but the house dice
are in your right pocket.

Have another drink, pal.

Oh, no, no, no.

You won't make it to the front
door if I don't want you to.

The Sag General wasn't
selling cappuccino muffins

when you were in college,
if you even went to college.

What do you want?

Oh, I want to take you
to dinner.

You're a fascinating character,
Mr. Wainright.

Or whatever your name
actually is.

Yeah.

Tom.

You called Wing Yee's.
I was hoping you would.

I can't believe
you came back.

Of course I came back.
As soon as I heard, I came back.

Are you all right?

You had a plan.

The boat...

I wish you would have
come with me.

I know you went to Ressler
and offered to help.

Yeah, I did.

And I'm gonna do
everything I can.

Listen, Tom,
you don't have to do this.

I do have to do this.

You said you wanted
out of this life--

out of the secrets
and the lies and the risk.

I don't want to be the one
to drag you back into this.

You're not.
You haven't.

Listen, Tom,
you-- you don't understand.

I have done...
so many terrible things.

I have hurt
so many people.

I don't care
what you've done.

Liz, I know who you are.

I took that for granted
for a long time,

but I don't now.

So you're right.
I do have plans.

I'm coming to save you.

- Tom. Listen--
- It's too late.

'Cause I'm already in.

In where?

Where are you?
What have you done?

I got to go.
I love you.

So,
what's good around here?

Follow me.

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