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[woman moaning]

That's it. That's it!

Oh! Oh!

Easy, Rutherford.\NJust breathe through it.

Oh, I haven't\Nscreamed like that

since they let\Nmy Betty out back in '04.

You some kind of witch\Nor something, Banks?

No, but I've been called much worse.

[Rutherford] Oh. [chuckles]

What you really need\Nis an updated pain management regimen.

When's the next time\Nyou'll see your oncologist?

Couple of months?

You know how hard it is to get\Nout here and see a doctor.

I'll give you three fried wraps\Nif you do me again tomorrow.

[laughs]

Patient charts are off-limits\Nto other inmates, Banks.

- I'm a doctor.\N- Not anymore.

And I won't warn you again.

You wouldn't have to

if these women had\Ndecent access to care.

If the prison invested\Nin just three mobile telehealth portals,

these women could meet\Nwith doctors

when their conditions\Nare still manageable.

The technology allows\Nfor X-rays, family history,

all with the push of a button,

and without any of\Nmy former colleagues

having to step foot\Nin the scary, scary prison.

I've read your proposals, inmate.

Report to the loading bay in B wing.

I have more to do here.

Well, that's too bad,\N'cause it's your lucky day.

Some nonprofit came through\Nwith the funding for the machines.

Seeing as you were\Nso enthusiastic about the project,

I assigned you to run them.

They're being delivered now.

I think the words\Nyou're looking for are "thank you."

[door buzzes open]

[man] Who's going to be\Noperating these?

- She will.\N- [mouthing]

How long is this gonna take?

We'll just get these switched on,\Nthen we'll start training.

[Perillos] These are\Ngoing to help a lot of women, Warden.

[warden] Don't make me regret this, Banks.

All right, good to go.

Argh! [groans]

- No, please!\N- [gun fires]

[body thuds]

[Zhang Wei] Dr. Perillos?

My employer would like a word.

No, no, no.\NAntonio, I'm sorry, it's either a rush job

or it's gonna take another six weeks.

It can't be both.

And I swear, if it's bumblebee yellow

instead of sunspot as agreed,\Nthen you and the entire local

are going to be on your own\Nthe next negotiation.

My best to Ludamilla.

Hey, welcome back. You feeling better?

Much better.

Though I don't imagine\NI will be having soft-shell crab again

anytime soon.

Most people blame the seafood,\Nbut, uh, nine times out of 10,

it's the unwashed greens\Nthat get you.

What? It's true.

- Where's Malik?\N- I dunno.

She's been closing out the office,\Ngoing over old case files.

Maybe the late nights got her.

Speaking of old case files,

I just got off the phone\Nwith the Bureau of Prisons.

Inmate Kayla Banks\Nescaped FCI Hazelton

- late yesterday afternoon.\N- Kayla Banks, as in--

Dr. Laken Perillos.

[Cooper] Two men disguised\Nas delivery workers

smuggled a weapon into the facility.

Two correctional officers\Nand the warden were killed.

Maybe you'll feel this.

Argh!

[groans]

- Surveillance?\N- [Cooper] Not yet.

BOP said the cameras went down\Nshortly before the escape.

Malik is headed to the prison\Nto review the physical evidence now.

She was still here\Nwhen I got in this morning.

[Ressler] The timing isn't a coincidence.

First the freelancer, and now Perillos?

You think Wujing\Nis behind the escape?

I think he's targeting\Nformer Blacklisters,

building an army to go\Nafter Reddington.

- I know that's what I'd do.\N- [cell phone buzzes]

[Cooper] If you're right,\Nand Wujing did break out

the most dangerous torturer\Non the Blacklist...

He's planning on using her services.

The only question is,\Nwho's he planning to use them on?

I'll coordinate\Nwith the Bureau of Prisons and local PD.

You two find out everything\Nyou can about the medical supply company

and the vehicle used in the escape.

Yes, sir.

[cell phone buzzing]

- Hello?\N- [man] Dembe?

You're not supposed to be\Ncalling me, Soren.

I know, I know, and I'm sorry,\Nbut this is an emergency, Dembe.

I don't work for Raymond anymore.

Whatever this is,\Nyou need to take it up with him.

I can't, Dembe. I...

I lost the manifests for\Nthe shipments out of Corfu.

I have 22 containers\Nthat have to move today

and no idea where to send them.

Reach out to Fabrizio.

He should be able to get you\Na replacement manifest.

If I do that, he'll tell Reddington!

- And?\N- And... And...

I've had a few slip-ups lately.

If Reddington hears about this,\Nwho knows what he'll do.

You have to help me, Dembe.

I don't know what I can do.\NIt's been years since

I've been involved\Nin Raymond's operations.

You have forgotten more\Nabout Reddington's

shipping business\Nthan I ever knew.

Just come to the port\Nand look at the manifests.

Please, if anyone can figure where\Nthis junk is supposed to go, it's you.

Look, I didn't want to bring it up,

but you remember that night\Noutside Bratislava?

- The power plant?\N- If I hadn't come back for you,

you never would have walked\Nout of the building,

and I would've never caught\Na kilo of shrapnel in my leg.

Soren, I--

Dembe, please. I'm begging you.

Come to the port.

You'll never hear from me again.

I'll see what I can do.

- [door opens]\N- [footsteps approach]

You must be Wujing.

Dr. Perillos.

So, is Wujing a first name,

or are we dealing with a Cher, Prince,

Beyonce situation?

[chuckles] Please.

Join me.

I appreciate what you did\Nto get me out,

and the costume change.

I spent 10 years in a cage, Dr. Perillos.

After I escaped,\Nthe first thing I wanted

was a private shower and a new suit.

You do know how to make\Na girl feel special.

Though you should know,

I'm not unaccustomed\Nto receiving favors from strangers.

[Wujing] Ah.

But you and I\Nare not strangers.

[Perillos] Hmm.

Before I was incarcerated,

I studied you and your techniques.

I was an admirer.

Oh, goody. A fan.

[chuckles]

Now, are you going to tell me\Nwhy you brought me here or not?

[Wujing] Before my escape\Nfrom prison,

I was briefly held with a man\Nnamed Marvin Gerard,

Raymond Reddington's lawyer.

According to Gerard,

Raymond Reddington has spent\Nthe past decade

working in partnership with the FBI.

Now, before his death,\NMr. Gerard provided me

with a list of individuals imprisoned

as a result of Reddington's\Nunholy union with the Bureau.

I was the first.

Would you like to know\Nyour number?

[Dembe] Consumer electronics should\Ngo to Makar Wharf in the Philippines,

which leaves MK Rialto?

Oh, that is fertilizer.

No, no, no, the drone components.

Are you sure?

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

[Perillos] All this time,\NI assumed Reddington

left me to die, but he didn't.

He... He fed me to the FBI.

And now I'm offering you\Nthe opportunity to take your revenge.

Reddington's former body guard,\NDembe Zuma.

Or Agent Dembe Zuma,\Nas he's now known.

Dembe Zuma joined the FBI?

You know him?

Apparently not as well as I thought.

[Wujing] I believe Zuma\Nto be a member of the special task force

responsible for the FBI's work\Nwith Reddington.

And you want me to help you prove it.

- That's it. We're finished.\N- Already?

There's one more thing. [laughs]

Wait. We should have a toast.

Soren, I don't drink.

You know I don't.

I need you to get Dembe Zuma\Nto tell me everything he knows

about Reddington's relationship\Nwith the FBI,

including the location\Nof his task force.

Soren, what's going on?

Mr. Zuma is one of two men alive

to have withstood my charms.

Then I imagine you'll be eager\Nto take a second bite at the apple.

Soren?

He made me do it, Dembe.

I had no choice.

What did he make you do?

He has Mathilde.

He has my girl!

Do you have Dembe in custody?

I will. Any moment.

Soren, what did you do?

[men chattering indistinctly]

Let's go.

Where is he?

Please. I did what you asked.

- Go find him.\N- No, please.

My daughter, please.

She'll be fine.

Oh, thank you.

- [gun firing]\N- Oh! Oh! Argh!

[beeping]

[speaking Mandarin]\NHe went out the northwest alley.

[groans]

What are you waiting for? After him!

[buzzing]

Fan out. Find him.

[glass shatters]

Hi.

Michael, I told you\Nnot to throw that baseball in the house.

[in English] My name\Nis Dembe Zuma.

I'm a federal agent with the FBI.

I need you both to listen\Nto me very carefully.

[in Mandarin]\NHe's bleeding.

[Dembe in English] Do you have\Nany weapons in the house?

Anything to defend yourself?

You mean like a gun? No.

What happened to your leg?\NDid you get shot?

- Yes.\N- Oh, my God.

I want you to go in there\Nand stay quiet until the police arrive.

Do you understand?

[woman] Michael.

It's lucky.

Then you keep it.

[female operator]\N9-1-1, what is your address?

[banging]

9-1-1, what is your address?

Hello? Hello?

Is anyone there?

I need your address.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Can anyone hear me?

[beeps]

[in Mandarin]\NCareful. They need him alive.

Relax. I'm empty anyway.

[in English] Hands up. Don't move!

I said don't move.\NPut those on.

I'm not going\Nto tell you again.

[in Mandarin] Or what?

[woman in English]\NPlease don't hurt him.

Put down the weapon.

No.

[woman gasps]

If you want me alive, let them go.

Tie them up in the bathroom.

We have what we came for.

Take him.

[monitors beeping]

Welcome back, Agent Zuma.

How lovely to see you again.

I've spent quite a bit of time and effort

trying to learn about you, Dembe,

but I've found very little.

What do you want?

I want a lot of things,\NAgent Zuma, but for now,

I'd most like to know\Nhow you went from being

Raymond Reddington's right hand\Nto an agent in the FBI.

On a secret task force, no less.

I imagine that took some doing.

Imagine all you want.\NI won't tell you anything.

Either of you.

So you've heard the news\Nabout your old friend.

Good.

I'll let the two of you\Nget reacquainted.

[in Mandarin]\NBring her in.

[exhales and inhales deeply]

[footsteps approach]

[Perillos] Hello, Dembe.

So good to see you.

Anything from Malik at the prison?

An exterior camera\Ncaught an angle of one of the attackers.

Zhang Wei.

So Wujing was behind Perillos' escape.

[Ressler] Yeah, but get this.

We rang Zhang Wei's photo against\Navailable CCTV cameras in the area.

We got a shot of him\Nfrom a few days ago.

Look who we found him with.

[Cooper] That's Robert Vesco.

You think Vesco is working with Wujing

after Reddington broke him out\Nand made him a fortune?

Wouldn't be the first time that\NVesco turned on Reddington.

I can see Vesco\Nstealing from Reddington,

but siding with\Na man like Wujing?

Even considering everything those two\Nhave done to each other over the years,

it seemed to me that, other than Dembe,

Vesco was about the closest\Nthing Reddington had

- to a friend.\N- [cell phone chimes]

Put out an APB on the car\Nfrom the photo.

Maybe if we're lucky, it'll lead us\Nto Perillos or Wujing himself.

[cell phone chimes]

[speaking Mandarin]\NWe're clear.

Good.

What do we know about\NMr. Cooper?

From their messages it appears\NCooper runs the task force.

It will take some doing, but\Nwe should be able to get to him in time.

That shouldn't be necessary.

Dembe will tell us\Neverything we need to know.

Get rid of the phone before you pick up\Nour friend. I don't want it tracked.

[cell phone beeps]

[Dembe groans]

[Perillos]\NIt's been over an hour.

By now, the toxin has suffused\Nevery nerve ending in your body.

Fortunately, I have a clever\Nlittle medication

to keep you from\Ngoing into cardiac arrest.

I suppose fortune is a matter\Nof perspective, isn't it?

How did it work?

Gerard said there was a deal,\Nan immunity agreement.

I wonder,

did Reddington make sure\Nto extend it to you?

Or was he just looking out for himself?

[speaking Arabic]

So many questions to answer

and we will.

Sooner or later,\Nyou'll tell me everything

Wujing wants to know about\NReddington, his task force,

its location.

But I have to be honest,\NI don't care much for the details.

It's you that interests me.

Me?

You know, I'd never failed\Nto break a man

until you and Reddington.

I have had quite some time\Nto consider what made you so...

Impenetrable.

Your sense of loyalty,

your faith, your pride.

You don't know me.

Not nearly as well as I'd like to, no.

[groans]

Wujing thinks you joined the FBI\Nat Reddington's request.

Do you want to know what I think?

I think you left him because\Nyou were looking for something.

Redemption?

Absolution, maybe?

That's it, isn't it?

Ah.

You walked away from Reddington\Nto step into the light.

My, my, my.

Maybe our little chat actually\Nhad a real impact on you.

[coughs]\NIt was a career choice.

You had nothing to do with it.

Oh, I'm not looking for credit.

I just want to understand.

You knew you had to get away\Nfrom Reddington,

but you couldn't bare\Nto leave him entirely,

so you did the next best thing,

you joined the team supporting him.

It's sweet,

in an utterly pathetic kind of way.

Or maybe it just felt natural,

leaving a corrupt, violent, white man

for a corrupt, violent, white institution.

I know the FBI's history, thank you.

Come on, Dembe.

Don't you want to tell me\Nall about the wonderful people

on Reddington's secret task force?

I'm not going to tell you anything.

You love him, don't you?

Reddington.

Despite all the pain\Nhe's caused you, you love him.

But here's the thing\Nabout love, Dembe...

It blinds us to the truth.

Raymond Reddington\Ncan never be redeemed,

and the longer you support him,

the more you will allow him\Nto inflict pain on the world.

Tell me I'm wrong.

[coughs]

It's time, Dembe.

Time to end the lies,\Nthe deception, and the pain.

It's time to free yourself.

To free yourself from Reddington,\Nfrom the FBI,

from everybody.

All you have to do is tell me\Nwhat I need to know.

The task force,

where is it?

[groans]

[door opens]

Thank you for coming, Robert.

Please, have a seat.

So you like cats, huh?

[Wujing] I like puzzles.

I picked up the habit\Nduring my incarceration.

It helps clear the mind.

[Vesco] Eh, good for you.

I'm still making wine\Nin my toilet, myself.

[chuckles]

How many others\Non the Reddington team?

So the breakout\Nwent according to plan?

[Wujing] Yes, it did. Thanks to you.

If you hadn't gotten to that\Nyoung man in prison IT,

we never would have had a chance.

You know, flattery will get you\Neverywhere with me.

Casualties?

A few.

I'm told it couldn't be helped.

[Perillos]\NThere's no point fighting, Dembe.

Just tell me what I want to know,

and I'll let you rest.

- [machine beeping]\N- [gurgles]

[Wujing] I've worked with\Nmany spies all my life, Mr. Vesco,

but I've never met someone\Nmore capable of building

and manipulating trust than you.

I'm a con man. It's what I do.

It's a gift.

One that I'll need again\Nif we're to succeed

in bringing down Reddington.

What do you have in mind?

[Perillos] This could all end, Dembe.

Just tell me,\Nwhere can we find the task force?

[monitor beeping rapidly]

[sighs]

Hello, gorgeous.

Dr. Perillos, how's our guest?

[sighs] Unconscious.

Not as strong as I remember,\Nbut still stubborn as a mule.

Who's he?

[Wujing] The man who\Nbroke you out of prison.

Robert Vesco.

Charmed.

Dembe Zuma? He's your target?

- You know him?\N- I do.

Wujing, it's poetry.

The man who arrested me\Nis the same man

who will help us finish\NReddington once and for all.

[line ringing]

You've reached Dembe Zuma.

I'm sorry I'm not available\Nto take your call.

[cell phone rings]

Harold, what news of the good doctor?

Nothing yet,\Nthough it would appear

Wujing has partnered with Robert Vesco.

Yes, I'm aware\Nof Robert's latest turn.

I'll deal with him in time.

Deal with him whenever you like.

At the moment,\NI have more pressing concerns.

- Have you heard from Dembe?\N- No. Why do you ask?

He asked for an hour this morning.

Said he needed to help\Nan associate of yours

with a problem at the Port of Baltimore.

He didn't get into details,\Nbut it sounded like an emergency.

If there was a problem at the port,

the very last person any of my associates

would turn to is Dembe.

And if the problem was an emergency,\NI'd already know about it.

When did you last hear from him?

A text message, about an hour ago.

Read it.

"Run into a complication.

Little longer before I go."

Something about the message\Nbothered me,

and Dembe isn't answering his phone.

It's the grammar.\NThat's what bothered you.

Dembe hasn't written an incomplete\Nsentence since he learned to write.

So someone else sent the message?

It would seem so.

Dr. Perillos was hired\Nto extract information from Dembe before.

It seems Wujing has offered her\Nthe chance to finish the job.

Get your people to the port, Harold.

We have to find Dembe, now.

To Mr. Zuma.

I'll drink to almost anything,

but I don't feel\Nquite right drinking to him.

I believe Dembe Zuma is part\Nof the FBI team

collaborating with Reddington,

and soon enough,\NPerillos will get him to reveal

all the details\Nof Reddington's arrangement with the FBI.

Most importantly,\Nwhere they're headquartered.

- And then?\N- We raid it.

A secure FBI facility?

A necessary risk.

If we are to finish Reddington,\Nwe'll need powerful partners.

And before they will agree\Nto destroy a man

who's made them all very rich,\Nwe'll need--

Proof.

Their documents will be heavily encrypted.

But if we were to access them,

we'll require the assistance\Nof a skilled computer engineer.

Let me guess, you know a guy.

Thanks to Marvin Gerard, yes.

Bo Chang, or as\Nhe's professionally known,

The Troll Farmer.

[chuckling] The what?

Another unfortunate victim\Nof Reddington's betrayal.

He was released from prison\N18 months ago.

To date, Mr. Chang has\Nrebuffed my overtures,

which is why I need\Nyour powers of persuasion

to convince him to join us.

I just need to quickly attend\Nto some obligations.

It won't take more than an hour,\Nand then I'm all yours.

My men have tracked him\Nto a data center in Manilla.

If we lose him there,\Nit might be months

before he resurfaces again,

so I'm afraid your obligations\Nwill have to wait.

We're leaving now.

So be it.

I just hope you have an extra\Ntoothbrush and underwear.

I prefer briefs.

[Wujing chuckles]

[coughing]

Are you all right, Robert?

I'm fine.

[coughs]

You mind?

Mmm.

Let's go.

[gasps and coughs]

It's amazing the things the body will do

to move us away from our pain,

but it always comes back.

You remember why I started\Nthis line of work,

don't you, Dembe?

Your mother?

A racist medical establishment\Ndoomed her to a life of pain.

I spent every moment since\Ntrying to master it.

I always assumed it'd take decades\Nto end human suffering for good,

but somewhere\Nin the back of my head,

I always hoped I could find a way

to help ease her suffering.

But thanks to you and Reddington,

I'll never get that chance.

She died a year and a half

after I went to prison,

alone and hurting.

[voice breaking] And I...\NI wasn't there to help

because I was in a cage\Nthat you put me in.

Ow...

I always assumed

that hurting you would bring me comfort...

[groans]

...but it doesn't.

You want to know why?

Because every time I look\Ninto those big, brown eyes,

I see that Reddington's\Ntaken more from you

than the both of you\Ncould ever take from me.

How much have you lost\Nbecause of him?

How much suffering\Nhave you endured because of him?

I don't know if we'll live long enough

to see humanity free\Nfrom the plague of pain,

but I know that together,\Ntoday, in this moment,

we can end the pain

that Raymond Reddington\Ncauses all over this world.

All you have to do is tell me\Nwhat I want to know.

No.

Tell me.

I'm sorry about your mother.

Tell me how much.

Argh!

[Cooper] Agent Ressler,\Nwhat's your location?

We're on our way to the Eastern\NDistrict Police Precinct in Baltimore.

BPD just took a statement from a woman

claiming a wounded FBI agent\Nwas abducted from her home

less than a mile from the port.

Turn around. Reddington called.

He thinks he knows where Wujing\Nis holding Dembe.

Reddington knows\Nwhere Dembe is? How?

He didn't say.\NI'm sending you the address now.

So there we were, about to buy half

of the former Soviet Union's

nuclear submarines in Sevastopol,

when this little pip-squeak\Nof a KGB agent,

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin,\Nstarts objecting to the deal.

- You met Putin?\N- [cell phone rings]

Met him? I had his superiors\Nkick him out of the room

- while we finished the sale.\N- Wei.

And by the time\Nanybody knew what was what,

I was half way to Athens.

[conversing in Mandarin]

[monitors beeping]

[Perillos] Not so fast, Dembe.

You're not getting out\Nof this that easily.

What do you want?

I told Wujing I was not\Nto be interrupted.

I'm sorry, but we have a situation.

More pressing than our subject\Ngoing into cardiac arrest?

[man] The FBI was just spotted\Non our perimeter.

We have to leave. Now.

[groans]

[vial clatters]

[groans]

- FBI!\N- [gun firing]

[man 1] FBI!

[man 2] Sure, move in!

[Siya] Oh, my God. Dembe!

We're clear!

[cell phone beeps]

This is Agent Ressler.

We're going to need immediate\Nmedical support at my location, now!

[flatline beep]

[conversing in Mandarin]

What, uh... What's going on?

[speaks Mandarin]

[speaks Mandarin]

Will someone please tell me\Nwhat the hell is happening?

[in English] It seems the FBI\Nhas located the safe house

and recovered Agent Zuma.

What? How?

That's what I'm trying\Nto determine, Robert.

[siren wailing]

- [Cooper] Status?\N- [Ressler] Dembe's in trouble.

The ambulance was too far out,

but we're still 20 minutes\Nto the nearest hospital.

I don't think he has that long.

Understood. There's a feed store

less than four miles\Nfrom your current position.

Corner of Falston Road\Nand Route 68.

A feed store? He needs a doctor!

I'll explain later, just hold on.

[siren wailing]

I thought you said\Nthat site was secure.

[conversing in Mandarin]

What kind of an outfit\Nare you running here?

[continues in Mandarin]

[in English] This is\Nan unfortunate mistake, Robert,

but I assure you,

I will hold whoever\Nis responsible to account.

Good, because I'm not\Ngoing back to prison.

No, not for you,\Nand not for Reddington.

[cell phone rings]

I understand if you want to go, Robert,

but I hope you won't.

Wei.

I can't do this without you.

[speaking Mandarin]

- [doctor 1] Fourteen, 15.\N- [doctor 2] He's in v-fib!

- Who are these people?\N- [doctor 2] Charging paddles.

Reddington has medical teams\Non 24-hour standby.

[doctor 2] Clear!

- [flatline beeps]\N- [doctor 1] Unresponsive.

[doctor 2] Still in v-fib, charging again.

[doctor 1] Again. Charging 200 joules.

[doctor 2] Clear!

[doctor 1] Still no response.

I thought we were going\Nto an airstrip?

I'm afraid there's been\Na change of plans, Robert.

[Vesco] I don't know what\Nyou're playing at,

but if you don't stop\Npointing that thing at me--

You asked how the FBI\Nfound the safe house earlier.

But you already knew,\Ndidn't you, Robert?

[coughing]

[Wujing] Are you all right,\NRobert?

Yeah, I'm fine.

My men found\Nsomething unusual.

Where is your phone, Robert?

[monitor beeping]

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

What happened?

Ressler and Malik rescued you\Nfrom Wujing's place.

You were in cardiac arrest,\Nand they brought you here.

How did they find me?

It was Robert.

Vesco? I saw him.

He was working with Wujing.

He was.

You had them put me in a trunk,\Nyou son of a bitch.

You deserve a lot worse.

What do you have to say for yourself?

I'm in! [laughing]

No! [laughs]

Poor bastard bought the whole thing.

- [both laugh]\N- We got to celebrate.

I have a bottle of something here.

Oh, I can do one drink.

Okay, two.

After Wujing approached him,

Robert confronted me\Nwith Wujing's allegations.

So I told him the truth,\Nand he loved it.

You know Robert.

He said I'd achieved what\Nevery criminal dreams of.

So Robert went back\Nto Wujing as a mole.

He was supposed\Nto gather information and...

He called from the place\Nwhere you were being held.

Didn't say anything,\Nbut he managed to keep the call

going long enough for Chuck\Nto run a trace.

Have you heard from him since?

Oh, well, I'd better get back.

His minion's picking me up in an hour.

- As soon as you know anything--\N- You're my first call.

Robert, if you're not up to this...

I'm only going to say\Nthis once, Raymond,

so I want you\Nto listen very carefully.

If you ever try to toss me\Na parachute like that again,

it'll be the last thing you ever do.

You understand?

[Dembe] Raymond,\Nif you haven't heard from him...

He'll reach out when it's safe.

You rest, Dembe.

[sighs]

I couldn't stop praising you\Nfor your deceptive gifts,

could I?

And all this while you were\Nusing it on me.

Well, don't be too hard\Non yourself, Wu-wu.

I'm just that good.

I wonder, if you hadn't\Nacted so foolishly

trying to save Agent Zuma,

how long this little charade\Nwould have continued.

And now, we'll never know.

[Robert] Shame.

And to think poor doctor psychopath\Nwon't get to finish her comeback tour.

Oh, I wouldn't say I'm finished.

Easy, darling. I'll save you the trouble.

I've never been to any\Ntask force headquarters,

I don't know about any other\NFBI agent other than Dembe,

and Raymond never said\Na word to me about,

uh, an immunity agreement.

He's lying.

But one thing I do know,\Nit's just a matter of time

before Reddington puts a bullet\Nin the lot of you.

And what makes you so sure of that?

Because he's Raymond Reddington.

♪ I do right ♪

♪ I notice the wrong ♪

Siya?

Any word on Wujing or Perillos?

Not yet, but Cooper called.

Dembe's recovering, thanks to you.

You mean thanks to Reddington.

Him, too.

I've spent my entire career\Ndigging through secrets,

confronting dangerous people\Ncapable of despicable things,

but I-I had no idea such people,

such places, existed.

Well, that's the point.

The Blacklist exists so that\Nwe can go after criminals

that we never would have\Nheard of without Reddington.

That sounds great in theory.

Until your partner's kidnapped\Nby a sadistic pain specialist

and nearly tortured to death.

I've spent weeks elbow deep\Nin your case files,

but still...

No one's ready for this kind of thing.

I don't care who you are\Nor how much you've read.

Nothing prepares you for this.

Look, don't worry.\NIt won't get any easier.

[chuckles] That's very comforting,\Nthank you.

I mean it. There's a cost.

I don't think you need\Nto lecture me

about the cost of\NThe Blacklist, Agent Ressler.

I'm not talking about\Nthe people you lose.

I'm talking about what happens\Nto the ones who survive.

This work changes people.

It changed me, and I'm not sure\Nif it was for the best.

You wanted to know\Nabout what your mother did?

Well, this is it, and believe me,

Dr. Perillos is just the tip\Nof the iceberg.

♪ I knew light ♪

♪ I met you in the dawn ♪

[door bangs open]

[people chattering indistinctly]

♪ Now all the night... ♪

Clear!

[speaking Mandarin]\NWhat should be done with Perillos?

She's of no further use to us.

Get rid of her.

♪ Can you unravel that? ♪

♪ Mystery is loud ♪

♪ How can you un-feel it? ♪

♪ It's crawling up the wall ♪

Cut him loose. Bring the body.