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(Siren wailing)

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Mikhail: I do apologize
for keeping you waiting.

Mikhail kozlov.

Are you the embassy
intelligence chief?

We are not here to discuss
my curriculum vitae,
agent keen,

only to ascertain why
you are here and what
you hope to accomplish

now that the FBI
has surrounded the embassy.

I am not here
to speak to a pawn

without adequate clearance.

Nor are we here
to harbor foreign agents

of the FBI, agent keen.

My name is masha rostova.

I am a deep-cover operative

for the federalnaya
sluzhba bezopasnosti.

I have successfully
completed my mission

and I am hereby
seeking asylum.

I would appreciate
an immediate

and private audience

with your chief
intelligence officer.

(Speaks Russian)

(Dials phone)

I need to speak to whoever
is in command of security

and I need to do it now.

You understand?
Samar: Ressler.

I just got off the line
with reven Wright.

Did we get the go-ahead?

The state department has
requested that the Russian
bring her out.

Requesting?

Nobody would be making
a request if that was
bin laden in there,

on U.S. soil,
we'd be blasting
our way in there.

The Russian embassy
isn't U.S. soil.

That fence is a border.

Crossing it is tantamount
to armed invasion.

It's literally
an act of war.

I know, but look around.

The war's already started.

(Beeps)

Agent keen,

or do you prefer rostova?

(Man and woman laughing)
(Shower running)

(Phone rings)

Woman: Connie,
what's this?

Connie: Patience,
golubushka. Duty calls.

(Keypad clacking)

(Laughs)

Oh, Connie,
what a delightful
nod to tradition.

I can't tell you
how nostalgic it is

to see a Russian
bureaucrat demonstrating

such a time-honored
absence of work-ethic.

Woman: Connie?
Is someone here?

No, darling.
Keep the shower running.
I'll be right in.

I bought us a toy.

She's much prettier
than she looks

sitting behind the
news anchor desk.

Get out!

Plus she's married to
a ranking member of the

senate foreign
relations committee.

Only fair,
i suppose,

given the black-book
military aid

he's allocated to crimea.

Reciprocity's a bitch,
right, Connie?

Screw the bear,
the bear screws back.

Batteries not included.

By all means,
do call in the troops.
(Dialing)

What with your
government's implications
in the orea bombing,

and the assassinations
of the sitting senator

and the Attorney General
of the United States?

How much harm could a weekly
game of water-wiggle

between their ambassador
and a senator's wife cause?

Barely a blip in
the news cycle.

Though I doubt
the kremlin will be

nearly as jejune as I am.

What do you want?
That's the spirit, Connie.

Service with a smile.

The reason your underlings

were so rudely interrupting
your weekly tryst

is because Elizabeth keen

turned herself in
to your embassy,

and has identified herself

as a deep-cover
fsb agent in distress.

(Scoffs) That's absurd.

(Laughs) Yes. Quite.

Nevertheless, she's currently
demanding diplomatic immunity,

and I want real-time
reports of everything.

Everything that occurs
inside that building,

especially the names of every
drone in the decision loop

between here and moscow.

That won't present a problem,
will it, Connie?

(Cellphone ringing)

Duty calls, comrade.

Who are you?
Alexander raskovich,

fsb chief intelligence agent
for Washington, D.C.,

which makes me
senior intelligence agent

for the entire
Western hemisphere.

I am intimately acquainted
with every single

Russian intelligence asset
in north and South America,

active and inactive,

and you, dear,
are not one of them.

Which begs the question,

why you're
masquerading as such

when you and I both know
you are no such thing?

I came here to
protect myself,

to get your help,

because our
interests are aligned.

Your country and i
have been blamed

for crimes
we did not commit.

It was committed by
a global consortium,

and known in some
quarters as the cabal.

What are their objectives?

To reignite the cold war

between Russia
and the United States.

And to what end?

I will tell you
everything that I know

after I've been
guaranteed, in writing,

diplomatic immunity.

How do I know that you're
not working for the cabal?

How do I know that
you're not here
posing as a victim

to gain safe passage
away from the FBI?

The Russian assassin.

The one known as karakurt.

Never heard of him.

He's been turned.

The cabal framed me.

Who better than the
daughter of a kgb agent?

Hmm.

Katarina rostova.

A kgb agent was turned,

but it wasn't me,
it was karakurt.

He's gone. Check.

And when you've confirmed
he's missing,

draw up my
immunity agreement.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

Did we get
the breach order?
Negative.

The Russians are
denying the state
department's request.

They're not going
to turn her in.

Is the white house involved?
Or are they gonna
make the call?

We've been ordered
to stand down.

They're harboring
a terrorist.

The state department
has been very clear.

They want this
handled diplomatically.

Hold your positions.

My superiors are
willing to hear you out.

If they believe you,
they will do what
they can to help.

But not here.

You're being transferred
to moscow for debriefing.

Don't you see that's
playing right into
the cabal's narrative?

The minute I leave U.S. soil,

my government will interpret
that as a defection.

I have delivered
our decision.

Choose, agent keen.

Moscow, or you can
take your chances

with your
compatriots outside.

(Speaking Russian)

Where's my wedding ring?

Bedside table.

Behind the Ben wa balls.

You...
Me.

And I was so riveted
by her interview

with those identical
triplets from Milwaukee.

(Speaks Russian)

Agent keen is
leaving the embassy.

She's been arrested?

The kremlin has ordered
her transfer to moscow.

Who in the kremlin?

It was authorized by
the federal tariff service,

of all things.

Vitsin.

(Indistinct radio chatter)

They're here.

(Speaking Russian)

The package is in transit.

Excellent.

See agent keen
to the airport.

Our people on the plane
will take it from there.

(Engine turns over)

Samar: Ressler.

Ressler, don't.

If you're gonna tell me
that diplomatic vehicles

have the same protection
as the embassy...

You know they do.
As long as she's
inside that car,

she's on Russian soil.
You can't touch her.

(Speaks Russian)

I can't let her go.

Samar:
Ressler!

I know you're
angry, so am I.

But how we feel
is not important.

Taking her
into custody is.

We're doing
everything we can.

Are we? Really?

Within the law.
Yes, really.

(Cellphone rings)

Ressler.
Reddington: Donald.

You cannot let agent keen
leave the embassy.

Oh, you want a favor?
How about you come down
here and ask in person?

Her life depends on it.

'Cause I'd be more inclined
to help if I had you in cuffs.

You cannot let her leave.

Preaching to the choir,
'cause she's already gone.

I received direct confirmation
from the Russian ambassador

that agent keen's transfer

was authorized
by a high-level apparatchik

in the federal tariff service,

a man named Vladimir vitsin.

Vitsin...

Yes, the same man
who signed the paperwork

facilitating karakurt's
entry into the United States.

He's an operative
for the cabal.

Any move he makes is in
service to their agenda.

They're not transporting
agent keen

to moscow for debriefing.

The second she
gets on that plane...

She's dead.

You need to stop
that convoy.

(Helicopter whirring)

(Tires screeching)

(Horn honks)

(Speaks Russian)

(Man grunts)

(Gunshots)

Keen!

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Dialing)

(Line rings)

(Beeps)

1425 peabody.

It's the best I could do,
full pension and benefits.

If I resign?

Yes. Effective immediately.

In return, all charges
against you will be dropped.

Agent keen.
Have you found her?

I can't discuss
that with you.
Have you found karakurt?

He's the terrorist. Not her.

I took your case
as far as the white house.

I talked to Laurel hitchen.
She's a friend.

She had to pull a lot
of strings to get you
this deal.

I appreciate what you've
done, reven. I do.

But I...
These are serious
charges, Harold.

You could go to jail.
Take the deal.

For you, and for charlene.
Take it and move on.

If you accept
the terms, Harold,

they'll drop
the investigation.

If you refuse to play ball,
pending the outcome,

you'll be reassigned,
paper pushing at the cjis.

Cubicle. Potted plant.

A dead end, Harold.
You are better than that.

Yes, I am.

You really want
to do this?
No.

What I want to do is help.

Man: You think I'm
stupid, carly?

You think I don't know
what's going on?

Carly:
Nothing is going on.

What are you
looking at, old man?

(Bell jingles)

You all right?

No, I am not all right.

Ressler tried to kill me.

Seeking asylum from
the Russians was
a dangerous decision.

I was out of options.

At least I would have been
secure in moscow right now.

If by "secure" you mean dead,
then yes, absolutely.

Ressler wasn't
trying to kill you.

He was trying to save you.

The convoy
was compromised.

You want,
we got a few specials.

The best item on the menu
is the pecan pie, right, chui?

Family recipe.

I'll just have coffee. Thanks.

You know him?
We're safe here?

You threw yourself
in the hands of the cabal

the moment you
got on that vehicle.

The only question was
whether they'd kill you

before or after you
entered Russian airspace.

Ow, Clayton, please,
you're hurting me.

(Groans) No.

You deaf, old man?

I told you to mind
your own business.

Turn around, bitch.

Carly: Clayton.
(Sighs)

Clayton: Oh, here we go.

Carly...
What the hell?

You're looking
to get yourself killed?

You haven't
the slightest clue

how to speak
to a woman, have you?

Now, my friend there
and I are having a very
important discussion,

so you just sit tight,
enjoy your muffin.

And if I hear you say

anything other than "please"
or "thank you" to carly,

I'm going to drag you
into the men's room

and wash your
mouth out with soap.

And if that doesn't work,

I'll cut your filthy tongue
out with that butter knife.

Is that clear
enough for you?

Agent ressler,
what part of "stand down"
don't you understand?

I was ordered to let
keen go, and I did.

I wasn't ordered
to let her die.

The transport
was compromised.

Says who?
Reddington.

You spoke to him?

Yes, he called.

Said that the cabal
had hijacked keen.

You countermanded
a direct order and attacked
a diplomatic transport

on the word of one
fugitive in order to save
the life of another?

And I'm willing to resign
from the task force

if the intel reddington
gave us is wrong.

The driver has
been hospitalized.

As soon as he
can be questioned,

we can confirm
reddington's information.

Okay. We've got a sighting.

Del Rio diner,
1425 peabody street.

(Exhales sharply)

Come on,
pull it together.

An mpdc cruiser
just pulled up out back.

What are you...

(Officers shout)

Behind the car!

Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain calm
and take your seats.

Clayton.
Liz: Now what?

Now?

I apologize.

I am terribly sorry
for the inconvenience,

but it appears we'll all be
taking an extended lunch.

However, if you remain calm
and do exactly as I say,

I promise you'll leave here

with a rip-roaring story
to tell your friends
and families.

Bon appetit!

(Phone rings)

Dear, would you mind
answering that phone?

No doubt it's for me.

(Monitor beeping)

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I disturb you?

They said you
were sedated.

Well, you know
what they say,

"you can't keep
a good man down."

Unfortunately,
it's only a matter of time

before the FBI
pays you a visit,

and we can't have that.

'Cause you are what
is commonly referred to as

a loose end.

Now, you should take heart,

because if the Russians
are furious now,

imagine how irate they'll
be when they learn

that there's been
another fatality

as a result of agent ressler's
attack on your convoy.

If it's any consolation,

your heroic devotion
to our cause

has earned you
my most sincere respect.

Godspeed, sir.

Godspeed.

(Muffled grunts)

(Monitor beeping rapidly)

(Flat-lines)

(Indistinct radio chatter)

Ressler: What have you got?

We cut the power
to the building,

commandeered
the phone lines.

Both suspects
are still inside.
"Both suspects?"

Agent keen
and Raymond reddington.

Keen?
We believe so,

but he's got the hostages
positioned as human shields.

Can't get a clear
view inside.

Well, then,
let's find out.

What are you doing?

Hold fire.

Ressler: Keen.

Keen?
Ah.

Agent ressler, excellent.

Do you have a pen?

Because I'm ready to dictate
a list of my demands.

I owe you, keen.
You saved my life
back at that convoy.

Now let me
return the favor.

Come out before
this gets bad.

It's already gone bad
and you're making it worse.

If you wanna repay me,
do what reddington says

before somebody
else gets hurt.

That's not gonna happen
and you know it.

This scene's locked down.

There's nowhere to go
and you got zero leverage,

'cause I know you.

I know what
you're capable of.

And you're not gonna
hurt these people.

She won't,
but I will.

Ready? My demands
are as follows.

One, I want the immediate
restoration of power
to this building.

Two, an armored
vehicle to transport us

safely and unmolested

from this door to a runway
of my choosing.

Three, bring me
Marvin Gerard.

You have 90 minutes.
That's it?

After that,
a hostage dies
every half hour.

That's it, agent ressler.

Ressler: Marvin Gerard.

Graduated magna cum laude
from Harvard

where, at the tender
age of 31,

he was appointed the third
youngest full Professor

in the institution's history.

He served as a prosecutor
for three years,
state of New York.

Later, joined his
father-in-law's

criminal defense firm
as a full partner.

He was on the short list

for an appointment
to the federal bench

when his marriage
to the boss' daughter
hit the skids.

He serves a year for
attempting to kidnap
their son.

Gets disbarred.

Currently, he's incarcerated
for seven to ten

at the cumberland fci.

Although he's been
disbarred, Gerard acts
as shadow counsel

to some of the biggest players
in the criminal underworld,

politicians, CEOs,

and one Raymond reddington.

Marvin Gerard?

Who are you?
What am I doing here?

I am special agent
samar navabi.

You've been briefed?

Rousted out of bed,
cavity-searched,

shackled, transported
like livestock? Yes.

Briefed? No.

One of your former clients
is holding 17 civilians
hostage in that diner.

He's demanded
that we bring you here.

Which one?

Raymond reddington.

I have nothing
to do with this.

I don't know what
he wants from me.

I am not going in there.

Well, you are going in.

If you could
please disrobe.

Like hell.

Call my lawyer.
Who's your o.I.C.?

That would be me.
Gentlemen,

help Mr. Gerard out of
his, uh, jumpsuit.

This will never work.

If he asks me,
I'm gonna have to tell
him I'm wearing a wire.

It'd be unethical
for me to lie to my client.

Let the record reflect that
i am complying under duress

and that my
fourth amendment right
to privacy is being violated.

As is my right not
to be nauseated.

Per reddington's demands.

Unbelievable.

I'll get that, dear.

The first table over there.

(Pouring coffee)

(Softly) This is not working.

Lizzy, please.

Take a seat.

I'll have chui
bring you a piece of pie.

I promise,
you'll thank me.

Cut it out.
A lawyer?

How is that gonna
help us with this?

Lawyers find
and exploit loopholes.

It's what makes
them so loathsome.

And Marvin Gerard

is the most loathsome
of them all.

It's what makes him
so invaluable.

(Knocking on door)
Speak of the devil.

Hello, Marvin.

My parole hearing
is next week.

Christmas came early.

You think this is a gift?

They'll probably tack
on five more years

just seeing you breathe
in my direction.

Are you wired?
Of course I'm wired.

(Laughs)
I told them
not to bother.

I told you
not to bother.

Elizabeth,
Marvin Gerard.

Criminal
attorney...
One down.

Not necessarily
in that order.

Finally, I'm in
the presence of greatness.

You're the one.

You're the one who made him
throw away his freedom.

Good God,
Marv, let it go.

What? You asked
for my advice.

I was simply giving you,
as a friend,

a heads up
regarding my plans.

You were
a wonderful attorney.

And you were
a terrible client.

Two.

Marvin: Not that
you're interested, but

I just got engaged.
Becky weinberg.

(Static crackles)

That little brunette Becky
from the old firm?

The paralegal?

(Laughs) Oh, my God!
You old dog!

Getting older
by the minute.

You just extended
my engagement

about a decade
with this stunt.

Now, I'm never
gonna make parole.

Becky and I...

She's not gonna
wait around.

Reddington: All right,
counselor. Let's get
down to business.

I have a situation
that requires your
undivided attention.

No, it doesn't.

Turn yourselves in.

Marvin, hear me out.

You don't have
all the facts.

Marvin: No,
but I have eyes.

And I can see
that you in here,

and they are out there.

And now you're gonna start
in with me about how...

Oh, with you,
there's always more
than meets the eye.

No! Stop!
Elizabeth!

(Grunts)

Stop!

That's enough.

(Coughing)

(Groans)

Broke his ribs,

sounds like his
lung is punctured.

You're hurting him!

Liz: It's the only way
to stop the swelling.

What do you care?
I didn't want anybody
to get hurt.

Really? Seemed to me like
you wanted to hurt him bad.

Reddington: She didn't
have a choice.

What if he'd gotten her gun?
What then, carly?

Do you think any of us would
be safer if he were armed?

Do you think
you'd be safe?

What is he
working on?

A plea agreement?

Why else bring a lawyer in
here other than to cut a deal?

If you think for one second
that I'm interested...

There will be no deal.

Then why go to all the
trouble to bring him in here?

It doesn't make any sense.

Marvin Gerard was
one of the most respected

defense attorneys
on the eastern seaboard.

Perfect wife, perfect job.

Perfect all of it.

Save for his
son, Timothy.

Quiet boy.

He fell in with some
bad eggs, it seems.

Disciplinary issues,
troubles at school.
Drug abuse.

Timothy was getting a steady
supply of amphetamines

from his mother's shrink.

Ritalin, Adderall.

She constantly
bullied the boy.

Marvin and his
wife separated.

He fought for custody,
contacted police,
social services,

but his wife
was the princess

in a very prominent
and powerful legal dynasty,

so no action
was ever taken.

Timothy remained in
her sole custody.

Her abuse worsened.

Convinced he had
no other option,

Marvin kidnapped the boy.

They tracked him
down, of course.

Returned the child
to his mother.

Marvin was disbarred,
convicted, and incarcerated.

And what happened
to his son?

A year later,
Timothy hung himself.

He was 15.

The sniper's in
position for cover.

Teams make simultaneous
entries here and here.

Flash-bangs and smoke.
Secure and contain
the scenario.

Counter minimal risk
of collateral damage.

We're all set on my mark.

He can't do that, can he?
Can you do that?

No. We don't
have eyes inside.

Even a minimal risk
of collateral damage
is too much.

We wait.

Reddington's not gonna hurt
anybody in that building.

Keen won't let him.

The same girl who shot
the Attorney General?

That was different.
She's in over her head.

It's probably why
they got spotted.

Wasn't her that was spotted.

Anonymous tip came in on
reddington, not keen.

Get me that 911 call.

Raymond!

Did you read this?

Yes. It's the voice
transcripts we recovered
from the fulcrum.

No, I didn't ask you
if you recognized it,

I asked you if you read it.

Specifically section 39c,

pages 216 to 217,
lines five through 19.

Here.

This can't be right.

God, no.
It's all kinds of wrong.

This is a perilously fast
run down a slippery road.

Granted, you'd have
to hit all green lights,

but, yeah,
we could make it work.

Carly: He can't breathe.

Somebody help him!

No, not you!
Get away from him!

(Cries)

His chest cavity
is filling with blood.

His lungs are
gonna collapse

if we don't get him
medical attention

in the next 20
to 30 minutes tops.
Fine.

He'll be in agent ressler's
capable care by then.

We're leaving.
Leaving?

Attention, everyone.

We're done here.

So, if you could all be
so kind as to gather
up your belongings

and step into the kitchen.

Except you two.
You stay right there.

Lucinda?

Chui, be a pal, wrap up
two slices of that
delicious pecan pie.

I spent five years
tracking reddington

and you can count
on one hand

the number of times
we got a credible sighting.

I found the 911 call.

(Cellphone rings)

Just a second.

Reddington: I'm very
disappointed, Donald.

I would have expected
you of all people

would have understood that
when I make a demand,

it's just that.

Stalling is not tolerated.

We're doing the best
we can, all right?

Why isn't the power back on?

Where is my
armored vehicle?

We're working on it.
Work harder.

If the power isn't back
in 60 seconds,

I'm going to start
shooting people.

Your time starts now.

Give him the power.
He's bluffing.

I can't take that chance.

Restore the power.

(Equipment powering up)

Counselor.

Oh! (Chuckles)

The least of your many
talents, my friend.

Male voice: He just
looked right at me.

It's him.
It's reddington.

That's reddington.

He called the tip
in on himself.

This whole thing,
he wanted us to...

Breach! Breach! Now!

(Door slides open)

Okay, everyone,
let's pack it up.

I'm sorry you have
to burn this operation
on our account, chui.

It was a beautiful thing.
Chui: While it lasted.

They'll be packed
and long gone before
the FBI ever gets down here.

This way.

Clear!
Move, move, move.

The kitchen, the kitchen!

They're not here.
Hell.

(Rumbling)

Hrt leader: Get these
people out of here.

They didn't just disappear.
There's gotta be a way out.

Break down every
wall if you have to!

Find them!

Marvin: This is a bad
situation, red.

They will hunt me.
And they will find me.

And when they do,
do you know where I'm going?

In a hole.
Do you like Tahiti?

Solitary.
Twenty-three hours a day.

There will be no parole
and no chance of seeing
Becky again.

That's for sure.
You're a free man, Marvin.

Instead of facing
a notoriously

unpredictable parole board

and showering with the boys,

you'll be unwinding
on a small banana
plantation I have

outside of papeete.

(Laughs)

Becky?

Get in the car, Marvin.

Have a mai tai,
soak up some sun,

because I'll be
contacting you soon,

and when I do, I want
this plan of yours to be
thoroughly mapped out.

We only have
one shot at this.

I'll be in touch.

Make sure you have
heia air dry your sheets.

You'll sleep like a baby.

This whole thing,
the diner.

It wasn't a hostage situation,
it was a jail break.

Yes.

We're not going to be
able to fight our way
out of this, lizzy.

We're going to have to
think our way out.

You really think
he can help?
I do.

Where do we
go from here?

Ressler:
The owner's gone.

The lawyer's gone.

Red and Liz are gone.

Why would he go to all this
trouble, risk everything,

just to free Marvin Gerard?

Put the word out.

They're in
the wind and we're
back to square one.

Mmm.

You have no idea
what I've offered chui

to divulge the secret
of this recipe.

He won't say,

but I suspect it has
something to do with
how he beats his eggs.

I cannot stop thinking
about that man from
the diner.

Wonder if he uses a whisk.

His wife, the way
she looked at me.

No one's ever looked
at me like that before.

How do you do it?
Do what?

How do you deal with people
looking at you that way?

The fear?

How do you go on knowing that
people are terrified of you?

From as early
as I can remember,

I dreamed of someday
being captain of a ship.

To be out there on the ocean
in the middle of the night,

navigating by the stars.

I always thought it would be
the greatest life on earth.

The people you're
talking about,

the ones who think
they know you,

they really don't know
anything about you at all.

I've never told
anyone that before...

(Chuckles)

...about a life at sea.

Why didn't you do it?

You went into
naval intelligence instead.

It was the cold war.

There were spies to run.

The cabal, they blamed you
for something you hadn't done.

Sailors have been navigating

by the stars for
thousands of years.

Odysseus spent
a decade at war,

but his biggest battle
was finding his way home.

I think you would have made
a terrific captain.

(Laughs)

I don't know.

You can't do every silly
thing you want to in life.

You have to make
your choices.

You have to try to be
happy with them.

I think we've
done pretty well.

I'm not saying it's easy
to ignore the way people
look at you,

but I hope you can
find some solace

in the fact that
when I look at you...

¶ I'll light the fire

¶ you placed the flowers
in the vase

¶ that you bought today

¶ staring at the fire

¶ for hours and hours

¶ while I listen to you

¶ play your love songs
all night long

¶ such a cozy room

¶ such a cozy room

¶ the windows are
illuminated by the evening

that's polaris.
The north star.

That's how sailors used
to find their way home.

When I look at you,
that's what I see.

I see my way home.

¶ Our house

¶ is a very, very
very fine house

¶ with two cats in the yard

¶ life used to be so hard

¶ now everything is easy
'cause of you

¶ and our

¶ LA, LA, LA, LA, LA...

¶ Our house is a
very, very fine house

¶ with two cats in the yard

¶ life used to be so hard

¶ now everything is easy
'cause of you

¶ and our

¶ I'll light the fire

¶ while you place the flowers
in the vase

¶ that you bought today ¶

Mr. Solomon:
I'm a man of my word.

Your granddaughter's
got the antidote.

Now it's your turn.

We lost your boss

and no one seems
to know where he's gone.

(Balls clack)

But I have
a sneaking suspicion

that you do.

So,

where is Raymond reddington?

(Keys jangle)

We need to talk.