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Previously on "The Blacklist"...

Mr. Reddington.

We're going to work.

I can't look the other way.

Not this time.

Stand down.

- Nez Rowan...
- Go!

...who let her go free?

There are certain U.S.
government missions.

They require the expertise of
an independent organization.

The Artax Network.

You think our target is using them?

You ready to roll in the mud?

Thought you'd never ask.

Stalder told Ressler and
Navabi he never left his suite.

Was he lying, or did he just forget?

That doesn't look like a woman...

or a conversation...
he'd have forgotten.

No, it's not the money.

You're offering a fair price, Scottie.

I just don't have a place
to hide the expenditures.

I'm C.O.O. of a
multinational corporation.

There's no line item

for engaging the services
of armed mercenaries.

I'm beginning to think
it would be better...

Samuel.

- Shh.
- It's okay.

Take a deep breath.

Let's start over.

Let's start

with what you want.

You want to hire Halcyon
for a covert operation

to increase your corporate profits.

Okay?

And you're a little
apprehensive, am I right?

Pretty much.

How long you been married?

23 years.

Have you touched another
woman's breast in 23 years?

Uh...

no.

How's it feel?

What are you feeling inside?

Apprehensive?

No.

I'm actually feeling pretty
confident right now.

So many people live in
fear of how they'll feel

if they step outside the lines.

The surprise is, it usually
feels just like this.

Well, as long as the breast

belongs to someone you can trust.

Be right back.

Why don't you look over the contract?

Might be some wiggle room in our fee.

I wouldn't interrupt unless
it was an emergency.

It's Operation Cobalt.

There's a problem.

They didn't steal the weapons.

- - They
didn't come for the weapons.

What's the point of this?

Scottie.

Didn't want to open it.

It's addressed to you.

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Mr. Reddington says her name
is Susan Scott Hargrave.

Reddington told you
this at your apartment?

Right. Okay, yeah. So...

I'm sitting there eating a
half gallon of ice cream...

rum raisin... when he suddenly shows up.

Mr. Reddington at my door
in the middle of the night.

I know. Kind of weird.

Although, truth be told,

we do sort of have a
special relationship.

Anyway, I showed him the picture,

and he recognized her right away.

Called her Scottie.

Says she and her husband, Howard,

own a corporation called Halcyon Aegis.

Halcyon provides security services.

According to their website, yes.

But Mr. Reddington says they are

a private military-intelligence agency

who specializes in
operations too sophisticated

or politically incorrect
for anyone else,

like working with Israel to
sabotage Iran's nuclear program

or negotiating with terrorists
for the release of hostages...

...in direct violation of
American foreign policy.

Or to abduct an FBI agent
from her own wedding.

So, what? You're the,
uh, new Agent Keen?

He's here at my invitation.

We all want the same thing...
Susan Hargrave.

Or whoever hired her to go after Liz.

The White House Counsel

specifically told me not
to investigate Halcyon.

After Panabaker did that, I
tasked Tom to follow her.

She made a beeline for Hargrave,

presumably to warn her

that the FBI was about
to investigate her.

So you're saying that our government

is protecting the people
who took Agent Keen,

hiding them from us?

Please tell me that is not true.

Solomon led the attack on the church,

so we know he works for Halcyon.

I don't care what Panabaker said.

That should be enough
to get a warrant...

which brings us to Benjamin Stalder.

He lied to us about knowing Hargrave.

- Where are we on him?
- Nowhere.

We don't know why Halcyon was after him,

and he has been off the
grid since we let him go.

But we do know that his
assistant is Amanda Bigelow.

If her boss can get us to Hargrave,

we need to force her
to get us to her boss.

Or we could try and get the
intel without her knowing.

If one of you could get
close enough to her,

- I think I can get what we need.
- I can.

Done. Work with Aram.

And Reddington... What's his plan?

Halcyon's off limits.

Elizabeth Keen is dead.

I heard.

And after all you did
to protect her, too.

Boy, I can't wait to hurt you someday.

- I'm sorry.
- Are you?

A former Cabal operative

led the assault that
resulted in her death...

Matias Solomon.

You bungled his execution.

He works for Halcyon now.

I want him, and I want Scottie Hargrave.

I despise Halcyon.

They're powerful,
arrogant, and unchecked,

but our government depends on them.

Your government. Not mine.

Give Halcyon a call, Laurel.

Inform them that you have a job

that requires their immediate attention.

I'm a National Security
Advisor to the President.

I don't have the authority nor
the discretion to act on my own.

That's nonsense.

If Henry Kissinger taught us anything,

it's that the National Security Council

has tremendous latitude

in both advising the
President and shielding him.

You do many things he
doesn't want to know about.

And I can tell you the President

doesn't want to know about what
I have in store for Halcyon.

The Cabal disavowed Solomon
and made peace with Keen.

We had nothing to do with this.

Elizabeth Keen was well hidden
from the demons of her past

until you went after her,

until you told the world
she was Masha Rostova.

You put a target on her back

and invited someone to take a shot.

Do not try my patience, Laurel.

On this topic, I have
perilously little of it.

What's the job?

Amanda Bigelow is
a creature of habit.

She goes to the same coffee
shop every day for lunch,

laptop in hand.

All you need to do is get close to her.

You'll have a device called
a wireless packet sniffer.

It has the ability to
mirror her computer.

The sniffer looks like a mobile hotspot,

so just set it out on the
table, and I'll do the rest.

Thanks a lot, man.

You just alerted the
target to my presence.

Are you set up? I'm
not getting anything.

I'm set up.

How far away?

Maybe 20 feet.

Okay, get closer.

All right, I'm sitting
right next to her.

I cannot get any closer.

Something's wrong.

I'm not getting any
signal from her computer.

Abort. Abort.

Did you say "abort"?

Uh, whatever. Just...
We need a new plan.

- ♪...those things that
I ♪-

They're all drafty.

What's that?

I saw you switch tables.

You're trying to get
away from the vents,

this is the best spot.

You're welcome to join me.

Oh, that's, uh...

Oh, I'd love that, but
it was work calling,

so I should get back to the office.

That's unfortunate.

It is unfortunate.

- What's your name?
- I'm Reggie.

Amanda.

I was in with
Scottie when you called.

She wants you to know the
company's full resources

are at your disposal.

How can we help?

I've always liked you, Brad.

It's important to me that you know that.

I'm glad to hear it.

Always nice to have a
fan in the White House.

You do.

Unfortunately, my job at the White House

has nothing to do with why you're here.

I don't understand.

You're here at my invitation.

No, no, no. Please,
Bradley, stay seated.

This is an informal meeting.

You know who I am?

Yes, of course.

I didn't realize you
two were acquainted.

Oh, my, yes.

Laurel's as crooked as a dog's hind leg.

I'm so sorry.

About what?

If this is about Agent Keen,
what happened at the church,

I had nothing to do with that.

Friends and loved ones are dead.

I need to speak with
Scottie about the matter.

I sent her a message. She ignored it.

She's scared.

Can be a terrible thing for all

when someone as ruthless
as Scottie gets scared.

I need you to reach her for me, Bradley.

I trust you would get through to her.

I need her to pay attention to this.

I understand.

Believe me, Mr. Reddington,
there are very few people

that Scottie pays better
attention to than me.

Yes, I'm counting on that.

God, I'm starving.

What time is it?

We'll be hitting various facilities,

but I want you to spearhead
the main operation

at the Port of Amsterdam tomorrow.

That's not a lot of lead time.

Is the oil on a tanker?

Barrels loaded into cargo containers.

- Less conspicuous.
- That's too bad.

I never got to sink a ship before.

How big a team will you need?

I'd keep it small. Just
me and a transport crew.

Single charge, let the
oil do the work for me.

How bad?

He killed Brad Clark.

This was pinned to his body.

You look frightened.

You should be.

What do you want me to do?

About this? Nothing.

Reddington's not gonna stop, you know.

Neither are we.

You have your assignments. Go do them.

Susan Hargrave has a
wanted fugitive on her payroll.

Rumor has it so do you.

Nobody's issuing a
warrant for your arrest.

Matias Solomon coordinated
the assault on my team

that resulted in the
death of Elizabeth Keen.

How do you know Solomon
wasn't working on his own?

The man with Susan Hargrave
is Benjamin Stalder.

An hour after this photo was taken,

Solomon and his team
attempted to abduct him.

She met with him, then
tried to abduct him? Why?

For the purposes of a warrant,

all that matters is that she did.

I'm simply trying to dot

the "I's" and cross the "T's."

Spare me the scrupulous-lawyer
routine, Rodney.

We go back way too far for that.

I'm just looking for probable cause.

Who got to you?

The A.G.? The White House? Who?

My agent, my friend

is dead because of Susan Hargrave.

Then I suggest you get the
evidence to prove it.

I have the evidence!

I'm sorry, Harold.

But I disagree.

The warrant was denied.

On what grounds?

Power, influence, fear.

- Where are we on Amanda Bigelow?
- Nowhere yet.

We tried hacking her laptop,

but she was on a highly
encrypted network,

so Tom started talking with her,

and seriously, this guy
should write a book.

Anyway, we are implementing
plan "B" tonight...

on their date.

How come that doesn't surprise me?

So, no warrant, no Stalder,
no Susan Hargrave.

No, but we do have this.

Reddington got access
to a secure cellphone

from one of Halcyon's account
reps, Bradley Clark.

Based on the bloodstains,

I don't think it was given voluntarily.

Mr. Clark made three calls
today to another secure cell.

Now, we can't trace the
owner of that cell,

but believe it or not,
it is on right now,

so I have been triangulating
its location.

They are somewhere on this block

near Eighth and King.

I'm still running algorithms,
but I should be able

to vector it down within a
few hundred square feet.

Get there now. If we can't get to
Halcyon through the front door,

we'll have to kick down the back.

Aram, we're on site.

Okay. Signal is on the move.

Halfway up the block on your left.

Target should be walking south.

How do we know who the target is?
It could be anybody.

Hang on. Let me lock onto
both of your signals,

guide you that way.

Okay, you need to cross the street.

They are heading towards you
about 100 feet up the block.

You should be able to see the target.

Aram, I'm seeing a lot of people here.

You are right on top of them.

What... What just happened? It's gone.

Gone? What do you mean, it's gone?

Lost the signal.

Maybe they went into a building.

Target's back.

Okay, now look right behind you.

Hey. Excuse me, sir.

Wait. I'm on the phone.

Hey, FBI.

I need to see some identification.

Okay, that is him. You are
on the dot, literally.

Um, I got to go, Ted.
I'll call you back.

No, let me see your phone.

This is not a secure phone.

- Do you have another one on you?
- No.

What is this all about?

Guys, what is going on?

You are letting him get away.

Okay, look for a car.

- Guys, look for a moving vehicle.
- Hey!

- Stop!
- You are letting him get away.

Did you get a plate?

Yes.

And one better.

Samuel Rand.

Vice President of Vestant Petroleum,

- an oil and gas company.
- All right.

Let's bring him in,

find out what their
business is with Halcyon.

We bring Rand in, he brings
his five lawyers with him,

and we get nothing.

Just like we got nothing with the U.S.
Attorney.

Yes, maybe, but what? Because
it's not good enough,

we're just gonna do whatever it takes?

As far as I'm concerned,

Susan Hargrave has Liz's
blood on her hands.

When I watched them lower
her into the ground,

I promised myself that people
would be held accountable,

that I would see to it.

And by any means, that's
what I'm gonna do.

You're late.

I stopped to pick up your perfume.

There's a man here who wants
to buy our brownstone.

A Lester McSomething-or-Other.

He's a friend of the Realtor.

- Our brownstone isn't for sale.
- It might be.

You should hear the numbers
he's throwing around.

Really? Okay.

Guess it doesn't hurt to listen.

Lester, right?

Hello, Lester.

You must be Samuel!

What a pleasure.

What a garden. I love daffodils.

My wife tells me you're
interested in buying our house.

They say gifting a bouquet of
daffodils ensures happiness,

while presenting just one

means bad luck is on the horizon.

Okay, boys. I
hope you're hungry.

I have a triple crème, some
Jarlsberg, water biscuits,

and my mother's famous cucumber dip.

That sounds delicious, Cynthia.

Tragically, there's no time for snacks.

Well, maybe some of Mom's
famous cucumber dip.

Who are you?

- What do you want?
- Mmm.

Mmm.

You recently contracted Halcyon

for a job on behalf of your company.

I'd like to know the details.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Cynthia, is that a touch
of Cayenne in there?

What a nice little kick.

Samuel, just tell him.

Tell me what?

- It's about oil.
- Shut up, Cynthia.

No, I will not shut up, Samuel.

He has got a gun.

A competitor of Vestant's is
buying oil from terrorists...

the really bad ones.

So Vestant hired Halcyon to
get involved for some reason.

I don't know what. Tell him, Samuel.

You're doing nothing wrong.
These people are evil.

- I can't believe this.
- I read his e-mails.

Ever since I found him with the
nanny, I look at everything.

We don't even have a nanny!

It was a movie.

A nanny movie?

Not just nannies.

Schoolteachers, nurses,

and a ridiculous threesome

with two completely
unbelievable policewomen.

Cynthia, they're just movies.

I have never cheated on you.

And besides, I don't think
he wants to hear about it.

Yes, I want to hear about it.

All about it.

Unfortunately, I do need

to hear about your
contract with Halcyon.

So business first,

and then, Cynthia, I'll be all ears.

So, if we couldn't get into
Amanda's network today,

what's gonna be different tonight?

Tonight, you jump her air gap.

Whoa. No.

Oh, I'm not...

No, what I'm suggesting

is that you insert this thumb
drive into, uh, her laptop.

It... It's got an exploit

that will give us access to her
computer and her company's

proprietary telecommunications
infrastructure...

e-mails, phone calls.

Should lead us to her boss.

Look, what you thought I
was suggesting before,

I would never, ever suggest... that.

What's the catch?

No catch. It is just plug and play.

Downloads automatically
in one to two minutes.

Got it.

Hello, Harold.

Hello, Reddington, Dembe.

Please, sit down.

I had an enlightening meeting
with Samuel Rand today.

More to the point, with
his wife, Cynthia.

What's the connection between
Rand's company and Halcyon?

He contracted them

to help tame a savage
competitor, Kerogent Holdings,

who's been flooding the
market with cheap oil

and driving down prices...

to which I would normally give a
hearty free-market thumbs-up,

but the oil in question

is being purchased from
radical jihadists,

the proceeds being used to
fund all manner of nastiness.

You're telling me Halcyon was
hired to fight terrorism?

No.

Given the recent glut on the market,

oil companies around the
globe are hemorrhaging.

This is about profits.

Halcyon will be attacking
on multiple fronts.

I'm only interested in one
aspect of the operation.

Kerogent is acquiring a large shipment

of the offending petroleum
at the Port of Amsterdam.

Halcyon has plans to prevent the sale.

And you want us to let it go through,

even if it benefits terrorists?

No, I want you to take the oil.

The terrorists lose,

we force Scottie Hargrave
from the shadows,

and turn a tidy profit in the process.

Profit?

If we do this, the government
gets the oil, not you.

Harold, smile.

We're this close.

I'll task a team to stake out the docks.

As for a smile...

how are you holding up?

As long as we keep moving
forward, I'll endure.

Still no movement here.

Here comes Headband again.

Wave to Dreadlocks.

They're nothing if not consistent.

At this rate, it's gonna take
all night to finish loading.

You would have thought that Kerogent

would have just sent a tanker.

Too conspicuous. It's illegal oil.

They had to ship it in barrels

and hide it in shipping containers.

Anything you can feed me
from the aerial view?

No, all quiet.

Still no sign of Halcyon.

Maybe they're waiting for the convoy

to get on the road before they hit it.

That's what I'd do.

"Fast-and-Furious" -style.

Get some street racers
to board the trucks

and overpower the drivers, right?

No.

Headband back already?

That was fast turnaround.

That's not Headband. It's
one of Halcyon's people.

SWAT Command, move in now.

Nobody gets in or out of that yard.

Where is she?

Eyes! Do you have eyes?

We're under fire!

Talk to me, 3-8.

Proceed to the end of your aisle,

turn left, then down three more.

That's where you'll deliver the package.

Guys, I'm getting reports of explosions

at Kerogent facilities across
Europe and the Middle East.

They're coordinating their attacks.

We need to get to Rowan before
she sets off that device.

Keep moving north. Next
container on your right.

Whoa. There. Stop.

You're dead center.

Maximum bang for your buck.

You're gonna want to move quickly.

Roger that.

SWAT, you need to find that device.

There.

I've got it.

Okay.

Looks like a remote trigger.

If the detonator is
built into that case,

there will be no way to
disarm the device in time.

If this thing goes off, every
one of these containers

goes off with it, one after the other.

Okay, you need to evacuate
as many people as possible.

Okay. I, uh...

I'll try to get it someplace
where it can't do much damage.

No. Are you crazy? Leave it.

She could detonate it in your hands.

Just get the people out.

Fall back. Move the civilians to safety.

I've got a container here.

If nothing else, it will
help contain the...

SWAT Command.

SWAT Command, come back.

...escaped. Do you copy?

Strike team got away, but the
detonation was contained.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Oh.

We're gonna find these guys.

Make no mistake. We're gonna find them.

Okay.

I told you my whole long,
boring life story.

Now it's your turn.

All right.

Well, uh, I also was a teenage
beauty-pageant winner.

You promised you wouldn't
make fun of that.

Sorry.

Come on. What's hidden in there?

There's got to be some sort of flaw,

some deep, dark secret.

Every guy I meet has one.

Shouldn't you find out a
man's deep, dark secret

before you invite him
into your apartment?

Where's the fun in that?

I was married.

She, uh...

- She died.
- I'm really sorry.

And I am dipping my toe
back into the dating pool

for the first time.

And I have a daughter.

Do you expect that to scare me away?

I-I don't know what to expect.

- Mm!
- Oh!

Did that spill?

- No, it's fine.
- Are you sure?

I'm so sorry.

- Oh, my God, I feel so...
- Hold on.

Oh, no.

Let me, uh...

- I...
- I'll be right back.

Sorry.

That's fine.

I feel like an idiot.

I'm okay.

Sorry it took so long.

It was totally worth the wait.

What's wrong?

Um... sorry.

I-I thought I was, uh, ready for this.

I'm probably moving too fast, huh?

No, no, you're...

you're wonderful, but I
think I might be moving...

too fast.

So, this is it?

We're in the system?

Yes.

I don't want to know
how you did it, but...

yes.

Actually, I do want to know how.

I don't understand how you could do it.

Agent Keen loved you.

I know it's none of my business, but...

I loved her, too.

Okay, good.

Excellent.

No, it probably shouldn't
matter, but it somehow does.

So, uh, let us see what our Ms.
Bigelow is up to.

Hello, Raymond.

Scottie, you got my messages.

Well, Amsterdam was a
little hard to ignore.

Attacking my people is one thing,

but you're driving away my clients.

So, let's get this over with.

What do you want to discuss?
The death of Elizabeth Keen.

A tragedy.

By all accounts, she was a fine woman

for whom we went to great lengths

to deliver to a caring party.

But then you felt the need to interfere.

Might I suggest your anger isn't
with me, but with yourself?

- I want to discuss this in person.
- Fine.

5:00 p.m. today, BWI Airport,

first-class lounge, Concourse F.

That's impossible.

I'm on every apprehend
list from here to Siberia.

I cannot step foot in an international
airport without being arrested.

All that pesky security

and facial-recognition
software and whatnot.

Oh, not to mention all those
annoying metal detectors,

all of which is exactly why I
will feel safe to meet there.

If you want to meet with me,
you'll figure out a way.

I'll be there.

5:00 p.m., Raymond.

You know I don't like
to be kept waiting.

I don't have a return
date yet for Mr. Stalder,

but I know that he's
anxious to talk to you,

so as soon as I do,
I'll get back to you.

I mean, this is going nowhere.

Patience.

Patience.

I think you might be a
little too patient.

What?

Oh.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Believe me.

You wouldn't understand.

You know this is gonna end, right?

Reddington was only here because of Liz.

You, Samar, all of you...

we're only here because of her.

So before it ends...

just tell her.

You'll never know what she's
gonna say unless you do.

Mr. Stalder's office.

How may I be of service to you today?

It's Susan Hargrave.
Put him on.

- Holy crap.
- Jackpot.

I'm sorry to call, Mr. Stalder,

but you said you wanted to know

when Mrs. Hargrave
contacted your office.

Put her through.

Turn it up.

You're on with Mrs. Hargrave.

Wow. You got a lot of guts calling me.

Hello, Benjamin.

I have to imagine you
are a little confused

by recent events.

Rest assured, we are not in the habit

of kidnapping our own clients.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, I'm not confused.

No, I understand perfectly.

My employer paid you to
kidnap Elizabeth Keen,

and then you not only failed
to deliver the target,

but your people got her killed.

So then you went after me

so you'd have a bargaining
chip against my boss,

who wants you dead.

Simmer down, Benjamin.

I'm calling to offer your
employer an olive branch,

but if you don't want
it, I'm more than happy

to shove the branch up your ass.

Go ahead. I'm listening.

Raymond Reddington.

If I recall our original
conversation, you want him dead.

If I kill him, would that
help make things right

between our companies?

Well, I'm sure it would help,
but that's impossible.

No one's been able to get to Reddington.

And yet I'm on my way to
meet with the man now.

Will you be so dear as to
convey my offer to your boss?

Sure, that's not a problem.

She's here. Bring him in.

Copy that.

She's inside, Raymond.

Yes, Tom?

Stay out of the airport.
Don't go inside.

We intercepted a call
from Hargrave to Stalder.

It's a trap.

Can't say that I'm surprised.

Disappointed, perhaps.

Kill or capture?

Kill.

Your head is a peace offering

for them botching the job with Liz.

Thank you, Tom.

Shall we turn around?

No. Let's keep our appointment.

Scottie hates to be kept waiting.

All belts, cellphones, keys.

Empty pockets. Please
put them in the bin.

Next.

Thank you
for your cooperation.

Boarding pass and I.D., please.

Belts, cellphones, keys.
Put them in the bins, please.

Empty your pockets.

Next.

Video cameras, cameras, cellphones.

Next, please.

Sir. Sir.

You've been randomly
selected for a check.

Good, thanks.

My campaign does not
coordinate with any PACs.

I'm honored they want
me to be President,

but I don't tell them how
to spend their money...

although I like how they're spending it.

Have you seen the ads?

Attention, travelers.

You are not required to...

As President, I will say no to amnesty,

defend the Second Amendment,

and return the job of
educating our children

to where it belongs...
at the local level.

I will stand firm with
the American people

whether Washington likes it or not.

911. What's your emergency?

Hands in the air... now!

Over your head!

On the ground.

Arms behind you.

It's him.

Raymond Reddington.

Been staring at your "Wanted" photo

in the break room for years.

Can't wait to see the captain's face.

We're gonna get medals
before this thing is over.

Sorry, brother.

Whatever she's paying
you, I'll triple it.

She told me you'd say
something like that.

All right, watch his head now.

If you care so much for your partner,

what are you gonna do when he wakes up?

You just hit him on the head.

He got jumped from behind by your man,

who kidnapped me and
helped you to escape.

That's what will be in my report.

There's no cameras back here.

Stairs.

She'll have me killed.
You know that, right?

You're walking me to my execution.

All I know is, Mrs. Hargrave's

fully sanctioned by the U.S. government.

Figure that makes me a
defense contractor.

I'm gonna buy my wife one of
them candy-colored houses

in Bermuda she loves...

retire with the money from this job.

I once spent part of
a summer in Bermuda.

The island. Certainly not the shorts.

Not a lot to do there
except ride motor scooters

and play checkers with the locals.

I'm more of a chess man myself.

But one tactic that came naturally

was the concept of forced capture...

sacrificing a checker to force
your enemy in one direction

while your forces lie in wait

for the exquisitely
satisfying double jump.

One quick look at the airport schematics

revealed why Scottie chose the lounge

on Concourse F.

Conveniently located

near ?a little-used loading dock.

- Shall we?
- Please!

Don't kill me.

I said "double jump."

You're merely the first capture.

Please, if you would.

Here he comes!

Close the door.

Sniper!

Where is he?

I don't see him!

Step out slowly.

God, that door is slow.

I was hoping for a somewhat
more dramatic entrance,

but what the hell.

Scottie.

Aren't you the challenging
woman to pin down.

The FBI just received a call
from Airports Authority.

Mr. Reddington escaped police custody

from a first-class lounge at BWI.

That can't be right.

Tom called Reddington

and warned him the airport was a setup.

All I know is that one
officer's missing,

one's injured, and I cannot reach Mr.
Reddington.

Get over there and find
out what happened.

I have to give you this, Raymond...

It's been years since a man

worked this hard to gain my attention.

Who hired you to go
after Elizabeth Keen?

Howard would be so happy to see you.

He still tells that
story at dinner parties

about the night you two were
jumped in Kuala Lumpur.

Each time I hear it, ?there
are five more machetes

you two had to fight off.

My fondness for your husband
holds no currency here.

I didn't kill Masha.

Elizabeth Keen, whatever
you want to call her.

She died in childbirth.

Perhaps if she'd been
in a proper hospital...

Aah! Damn you!

Oh!

I couldn't foresee what
happened to that poor girl

any more than you.

I told you I was hired to abduct her,

not take her life.

Who hired you?

You know exactly who hired me.

I'd like to be sure.

Alexander Kirk.

Talked to the guard.

He says that his partner
jumped him from behind.

Why? To help Reddington?

More than likely the guard
was in on the abduction,

which Reddington walked right into

despite knowing it was a trap.

I'm looking at a report
that says the containers

of oil we seized never
made it into evidence.

It seems the entire convoy
was hijacked this morning.

You think Reddington took it?

Let's just say I get the
feeling he has an agenda here

he's not sharing with us.

You know, I used to have such high hopes

for your organization.

High hopes for Howard.

Halcyon was once such a
promising company...

like AOL.

Put an entire generation online.

Companies can so easily lose their way.

Forget what it was that made
them great to begin with.

I remember a time when your husband

never would have taken a job
from a man like Alexander Kirk,

if only out of respect for his friends.

Howard didn't take that job.

We haven't had sex in four years.

We're rarely in the same
country, let alone the same bed.

What bed have you been occupying?

I've been assuming a larger role

in a management position lately.

You don't say.

We've never been more successful.

Listen, Red...

I regret what happened
to Elizabeth Keen.

But her kidnapping was
simply a business decision.

You of all people should recognize that.

We all do what we have
to in order to survive.

I know Howard and I do.

Survival is all relative.

There are limits, even
for people like us.

Especially for people like us.

When Kirk hired us to abduct Masha,

he also wanted me to kill you.

Sorry I didn't take that job.

Here's where we stand.

Elizabeth Keen is dead,
which means you are, too.

Alexander Kirk is coming to kill you.

The only surprise is
that I got to you first.

You killed a lot of people
trying to reach me.

Well, here I am.

Finish what you came to do.

You have it all wrong, dear.

I didn't come to kill you.

I came here because you and I

are about to climb into bed
together, just for a quickie.

We now share a mutual enemy.

So, let's get you bandaged up,

not that you aren't even lovelier

with a little blood
trickling down your arm.

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