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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

What would you do
to help Elizabeth Keen?

Anything.

COOPER: Find Karakurt.
The Cabal hired him

to do what she's
being framed for.

Figure out a way
to infiltrate the crime ring

that may be
protecting Karakurt.

They will come for you, uh.
I'm counting on it.

RESSLER: Marvin Gerard.
Acts as "shadow counsel"

to some of the biggest players
in the criminal underworld.

Yeah,
we could make it work.

We only have one shot at this.
I'll be in touch.

I'm here because
people in our organization

have lost confidence in you.

The FBI and
the CIA must communicate,

which means you two
must work together.

I'm fine with that.

The brain is everything.

Memory, consciousness,

personality.

Imagine if we could free
the brain from the body.

What then?

Without that wretched carcass
marching you toward death,

you might live forever.

You'd like to live forever,
wouldn't you, Dr. Kucera?

I know I would.
(LAUGHING)

Despite the pain
and isolation of
being trapped in that skin,

your paper on
"twin prime conjecture"

set the world of
number theory on fire.

Hats off to you, sir.

Hats off!

I'm in awe of your intellect

and the seminal contributions

you've made to
the field of mathematics.

Well, that's why,
that's why
I've chosen you to,

to join us on this
wonderful voyage.

Soon, you will be free of
that broken shell.

You will be able to
walk and talk with ease.

You may even be able to
sing and dance.

Does that appeal
to you, Dr. Kucera?

I should think it would.
(RUMBLING)

You and I,
along with the others,

will free ourselves.

We shall
"Slip the surly
bonds of Earth"

and "touch the face of God."

(BEEP)

I see the captain
has turned on
the seat belt sign.

(ALARM BEEPING)
Well, make sure that

your seat back
and folding tray

are in their full
upright position.
(RAPID BEEPING)

We're in for a bumpy ride.

(RUMBLING)

(SIGHS)

Okay.

Drink.
It's Japanese matcha tea.

It has 17 times
the antioxidants
of wild blueberries,

and seven more
than dark chocolate.

You will be fine, Elizabeth.
He will make sure of it.

I thought I was
taking care of you.

REDDINGTON: How's the patient?
Stubborn.

Sweet.

Stubborn.

Lizzy, what do you know
about Andras Halmi?

The French economist?
REDDINGTON: Belgian.

He's an econometrician.

He develops
economic models using

regression
analysis and game theory.

One of the
world's greatest minds.

And he's been abducted.

What does that mean to us?

Andras Halmi is
the Director's

most trusted advisor

and has information
that is critical to our plan.

At first,
I thought it might be
a random abduction.

But that appears
not to be the case

as another
elite econometrician
went missing

in Paris 10 days ago.

Another?
How many are there?

REDDINGTON:
It's a small group.

Too small to be a coincidence.

In the last six months,
two acclaimed
geneticists have gone missing,

two prize-winning
civil engineers.
Always a man and a woman.

Someone is
building an ark, Lizzy,

and populating it with
some of the most brilliant
minds of our time.

But to clear your name,
we need to find Andras Halmi.

And to find Andras Halmi,
we have to find that ark.

We know about the abductions.

SAMAR: The Bureau believes
it's some kind
of a brain drain.

Whoever is responsible
is organized and resourceful.

Likely a foreign power.

Why force your
country to learn
when you can just

grab the world's experts
and advance decades overnight?

REDDINGTON:
It's a novel theory, Donald.

But like all novels,
it's fiction.

We are not dealing
with a rogue
nation state here.

We're dealing with the next
name on the Blacklist.

No, we're not.
Not unless you give me
a good reason why.

REDDINGTON: The Director.
You've been ordered
to work together,

to share intelligence
in the pursuit of Agent Keen.

I imagine that's
a rather awkward
and fraught relationship,

one you'd be
anxious to terminate.

I'm listening.
Andras Halmi,

a confidant of the Director's,
is among the missing.

He has valuable
information I need.

You want us to find him?
REDDINGTON: Yes.

Without alerting the Director,
of course.

Yeah, good luck with that.
His team's tapping
into our systems.

Be that as it may,
he must not find
out about this case.

(CLEARS THROAT)
So, getting settled in okay?

You can dispense
with the pleasantries.

We're not your
house guests.

My team has been reviewing

the activities
of this task force
over the past few weeks,

and it appears that you have

not only been communicating
with Reddington and Keen

but have been
assisting them in some
investigative capacity.

That's right.
That was him on the phone,
giving us another case.

You admit then
to servicing
Reddington's agenda

instead of
hunting him down?

We talk to them
because it keeps them close,

increases our chances
of making an arrest.

(SCOFFS)
You do more than talk.

The Djinn,
the Verdiant indictments,

every case that Reddington
has given us

has taken down someone
important to the Cabal.

That okay with you?

I don't have time
for conspiracy theories,

Agent Ressler,
and neither do you.

This new case,
full debriefing
in 30 minutes.

You're telling me you had
no other choice
but to kill this man?

I did what I had to do
in order to get to Karakurt.

They'll be looking for you.

Yeah, I hope so.

That was your plan.
To kill a known associate
of Charlie Volkens.

I don't exactly remember
you offering up a better plan.

Do you have any idea
who you're dealing with?

Let me remind you.

Charlie Volkens
isn't just Karakurt's
brother-in-law.

He's a drug dealer,
an extortionist,

runs an underground
fight club.

He's a sociopath
surrounded by
people who fear him.

The Bureau can
pin three murders on

Volkens,
but can't get a conviction

because nobody
in the community
is willing to talk.

Which is why you
couldn't get to him.

In fact,
you couldn't even find him.

And now he's coming
to find me.

He's coming to kill you.

And once he has you,
once you're in his world,

that's exactly
what he's going to do.

I don't care,
he's hiding Karakurt.

I won't be able to help.
I'm going to find him.

I'm going to drag Karakurt
back here if I have to.

They'll also come
for Asher Sutton.

You're gonna let him die, too?

If that's what it takes
to exonerate Liz.

A biophysicist goes
missing in Berlin,
another is taken in Rome.

A neurologist vanishes
in Johannesburg,

while another goes missing
in San Francisco.

Always a man and a woman.
(BEEPS)

Reddington
identified six victims.
Three pairs.

Using his theory,
we've been able to
create 16 matches worldwide.

Thirty-two victims.

Anthropology.
Computer science.

This may sound random,
but it's not.

This is a list of
the key graduate
degree programs at Harvard.

He's collecting leaders
in each field of study.

Once he chooses a discipline,

he completes the pair
before moving on.

Two days after
an anthropologist
was taken in Nepal,

another one was
taken in Ankara.

Hang on,
I think I may have
a lead on his next victim.

This is Dr. Richard Kucera,

Chair of Mathematics
at a university in Barcelona.

Dr. Kucera
disappeared two days ago.

You expect his
next victim to be

a woman in
the same discipline?

Exactly. Thing is
there's only one female
Chair of Mathematics

who's at the same
level as Dr. Kucera,

and she is here in America.

Her name is Anna Neehoff.
Currently on sabbatical.

Living in Arlington.
6234 Norwood Drive.

RESSLER: Contact local PD.
Send all units.

Samar and I are
headed there now.

This is it?
This is all you have?

What's Reddington's agenda?

Welcome to our world.

There is something
you're not telling me.

Who he's after,
for instance.

I'd like a name.

He didn't give me a name.

Look, if you got a problem,
why don't you take it up
with Reven Wright?

We got a job to do.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON EARPHONE)

Got her. First floor.
Second window from the right.

Same play as the others?

Yep. Grab her, bag her,
take her to the Cloud.

(GUN COCKS)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

CRANDALL: I wanted you to
see this, Dr. Kucera.

(DRILL WHIRRING)
This is the procedure
we'll be doing for you.

Freeing that beautiful mind.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

(WHISPERING)
We've located Dr. Neehoff.

Good news.

We've found you a mate.

Like you,
she's a mathematician.

And I think,

in the utopia I am preparing
for all of us,

you will see why I
chose her for you.

(DRILL WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Bradley.

Can you access the FBI files
relating to these abductions?

Everything in the system.

Do it.

I have a feeling
there's something
they're not telling us.

Yes, sir.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON EARPHONE)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(SIREN WAILING)

No answer on her cell phone.

Where's your head at?

With the Director
in the war room.
If we find Liz,

he finds Liz.

And if he finds Liz,

he'll kill her.

We have protocols
in place that will
guarantee Keen's safety.

You think he'll
follow the rules?

Laurel Hitchens
put him in here.

If he goes off book,
it blows back

in her face
and the President's.

No way she's gonna
let that happen.

(CELL PHONE DINGS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have one new
voicemail message.

Dr. Neehoff?
My name is Samar Navabi.
I'm with the FBI.

We believe you
may be in danger.

We're on our way
to you right now.

Please lock all of your doors
and do not let anyone in.
(VAN DOOR CLOSING)

(RUSTLING)

MAN: Back door
and garage are clear.

Tommy, radio Nolan
and tell him

to watch the front.
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(SCREAMING)

(MEN GRUNTING)
MAN: Shut up!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(ANNA SCREAMING)
SAMAR: Anna?

Anna?

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(MUMBLES)

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
Units in pursuit
of a blue Econoline,

with three suspects,
heading west on Lexington.

(SIREN WAILING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS)

MAN: One O'clock.

Stay back!

MAN: (AMPLIFIED)
Get out of the vehicle.
Put your weapon down.

(GUNSHOT)
(MUFFLED CRYING)

SAMAR: Ressler, he took off
towards the house.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(WOMAN GROANING)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

You move and
your next thought's
going to be about a bullet.

The men are working
as fast as they can.

You built that
awful grotto for

that wedding in
Tuscany in six days,

complete with stalactites!

Well, that was different.

Yes, but infinitely
more complicated.

And you ripped it out
in a day and a half!

Yeah, and I didn't
have an inspector
up my ass eight hours a day...

Cedric, lives are at stake,
the fate of nations.

Bribe someone.
Push someone around.

I don't care.
Just get it done.

Where's this inspector?
I want to talk with this guy.

Dembe, the pelican case.

Marvin.
Tell me you've
found Andres Halmi.

There's been a small wrinkle.

MARVIN:
Halmi is all that matters.

The Director is working
with the task force.

Need I remind you that
without Halmi a crucial
element of our plan

vanishes faster
than a fart
in a fan factory?

INSPECTOR:
You wanted to see me?

Ah... You must be...

Busy keeping track
of all your code violations.

Portofino is lovely
this time of year.

Life is too short
to spend haggling

over flex conduits
and electrical chases.

My son drowned in Portofino.
(MONEY THUDS)

Well,
who could've predicted that?

Forget the inspector.

What about Halmi?

Leave Halmi to me.

You find out whatever you can
about that inspector.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Hey, Gwen. Asher around?

We told you not to
come back here, okay?

Where is he? Asher!

Hey, what are you
doing here?

Pack your bags.
You have a safe? Open it...

We called the police.
We want nothing
to do with you.

Get your passports
and whatever cash
you have in the house.

Do it right now.
The police...

The police aren't gonna
be here in time, Gwen.

The others.

They're coming...
For you, okay.

We didn't kill anyone.
We did what they asked.

Do you have a safe?

GWEN: We'll tell them
what happened.
We'll tell them the truth...

The truth is they sent
someone to get a debt,
and he's dead.

Somebody has to pay.

So they're going to kill us.
Is that what you're saying?

I am trying to
help you, all right?

If you just do
exactly what I...
You did this to us.

You came into our lives.

You targeted us.
Yeah.

Why?

(CAR HONKING)

Listen to me right now.
These men,
they're going to be armed.

They're going to be
very, very dangerous.

And they're going
to try to hurt you.

(BEEPING)

Who are you?
(ALARM BLARING)

(GASPS)
(THUDDING ON DOOR)

Listen to me.
Find a place to hide.

And do not come out,
no matter what you hear.

Do you understand?
(GUNSHOTS)

(POUNDING)

(GLASS BREAKING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

I want my lawyer.

(DOOR OPENS)

He's more afraid of whoever
he's working for than
he'll ever be of us.

He's not talking.

He'll talk to me.

The inspector.
What'd you find?

There's not much.
Ex loves him.

Taxes paid. Church on Sunday.

But he does have
one weakness.

Lisa Thomopoulos.
Aspirations of
becoming a pastry chef.

Flunked out of Cordon Bleu.

Seems she can't tell
a baklava from a balaclava.

I forgot the egg wash.

Okay,
I just need to clear my head,
have a cigarette.

Ten minutes.
Can we just take 10 minutes?

REDDINGTON: You must be Lisa.

Max said your
eyes were radiant,
but my God.

Mesmerizing.

It's a very small space.
We want to brighten.

I love mauve,
but a soft, creamy yellow

will just open up
the entire room.

We also need to land on
cabinet options
and millwork today.

I'm already
arguing with my supplier.
Tell me if I'm going too fast.

I'm sorry, I have no idea
what any of this means.

Oh, my goodness.

Max didn't tell you.
Tell me what?

About your restaurant.

I don't have a restaurant.

I think we need
to take a drive.

PETER:
Your birth name is
Michael Karpos.

I understand
you've been employed

by some of our
sub-contractors.

Well, on behalf of our nation,
thank you for your service.

I also see that
you have an ex-wife

and a daughter who attends
St. Bartholomew's Academy

in Scotch Plains,
New Jersey. Hmm, pretty.

Are you acquainted with
the Bible, Mr. Karpos?

I am. At one point,
I actually considered
the priesthood.

Can you imagine?

There's a passage.
Exodus 20:5-6.

"For I, the Lord thy God,
am a jealous God,

"visiting the iniquity
of the fathers upon
the children."

We wouldn't want that,
would we, Mr. Karpos?

The man you're looking for
is Sir Crispin Crandall.

The reclusive billionaire?
He's behind the abductions?

He takes them to a complex

near the Boston-Manchester
Regional Airport.

What he does there,
God only knows.

CRANDALL: Come now, Richard!
Eat! Drink!

It's not as if
you have to worry
about putting on weight.

(LAUGHING)

Soon we'll be relieving you
of that crippled body

to prepare you for
a brave new world.

Sir. It's about Miss Neehoff.

It appears
we have a situation.

Hmm. Dear, dear, dear.

Keep eating, Richard.
I shall return.

Matias.

I don't appreciate
being summoned.

Talk to me about
Andras Halmi.

You thought the task force
was holding something back.
They were.

Who is he?

How do you know what I was
or was not thinking?

I know everything, Peter.
(CHUCKLES)

Almost always before you.

Your analyst discovered
that they deleted
Halmi's name

so you wouldn't find it. Why?

Andras Halmi is
a trusted advisor.

Then why haven't
I heard of him?

He's critical to
this organization,
and he must be found.

I think you're lying.

Fine, then, don't help.

But if you don't,
and our friends in Bonn

learn of your
insubordination,

I don't think
they're going to
be very pleased.

Okay.

Tell me what you know.
(CHUCKLES)

Plumbing leak,
missing handrails.

Hand rails? Hand rails?

Exposed wiring.

Unlicensed subcontractor.

You're shut down.

Okay, fine!
You shut us down.

I will sue you for losses,
you beer-swilling frostback.

Lisa?
REDDINGTON:
I know, I know.

I ruined
the whole damned thing.

But there were
too many decisions
to make without her.

After all,
it is her restaurant.

I can't believe this.

Max has been
working night and day
to get this place fixed up.

All those classes,

the hours you've spent
perfecting your tarts,
your crumpets.

If he's told me once,
he's told me a thousand times.

You should be
feeding all of Montreal
in your own restaurant.

I don't know what to say.

Neither do I.
(SQUEALS)

We could do puff pastries
with a little Sunday brunch

and those little tea cakes
that you love.

I need one day
working around the clock
with no interruptions.

After that,
the place is yours.

Who are you?

The man who's going
to help you make her
dreams come true.

(SQUEALING)

Clever.

But none of it's
going to matter
unless we get Andras Halmi.

Crispin Crandall.

Wait, you don't have
authority to go in...

That's a no-knock warrant.
Get on the phone.

Call your boss.
Tell him the FBI

wants to talk with
Crispin Crandall.

What the hell is this place?

We're not going to
wait to find out.

(BEEPING)

(AIR HISSING)

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(MAN WHISTLES)

I wanna talk to
Charlie Volkens.

You got any idea
where you are, sport?

You know what we do here?

Asher Sutton,
he has nothing
to do with this.

Oh, yeah, he does.
Tonight he does.

You two got ringside seats.

He's innocent.
You don't have to hurt him.

Oh, I ain't gotta
hurt anybody.
That I leave to you.

You boys are top
of the card tonight.

No Queensberry rules.

Unlimited rounds.
Winner takes everything.

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHING)

Crandall Cryonics is
a legitimate firm
that specializes

in cryogenic preservation.

It's more hope
than science, but

true believers
think it's possible

to freeze the human body,
suspend death and disease,

so that patients might be
reanimated and cured

when new
technology is developed
in the future.

According to
the company's records,

none of the missing
scientists are here.

The Dewars
contain patients with
legally binding contracts.

And if they're not here,
then where are they?

If the employees know,
they're not saying.

And we can't
question Crandall.

Why,
because he's a billionaire?

SAMAR: Because he lives
on a plane.

Which he refuels in the air.

Wait, what? He doesn't land?

According to the FAA,
he's landed

30 times in
the past three years.

Each time coincided
with the date
of an abduction.

He was scheduled
to land today,
but scrubbed it

less than an hour
after we prevented
Anna Neehoff from being taken.

He was coming for her.
Like the others.

This plane is an ark.

Or a jail.

It can't be easy
keeping 36 people
against their will.

It is if they're frozen.

Um, no. It's an A380.

Definitely big
enough to contain
a mobile lab

and store multiple corpses.

Doctor...
(CLEARS THROAT)

It appears we have an issue
with our fuel tanker.

Small change in schedule,
but fear not!

Once everything
is under control,
we'll move ahead

with your
procedure post-haste.

Don't go anywhere.
(CHUCKLES)

RESSLER: (OVER PHONE)
We think we know what happened

to the people
who were abducted.

You found Halmi?

The victims were
cryogenically frozen
by some nutjob billionaire

named Crispin Crandall.

REDDINGTON: Frozen?
Yeah.

Where is he keeping them?

On his jet,
some flying icebox that
never touches down.

He has a refueling tanker.

Not anymore.
We grounded it.

Excellent.
That's all I need.

Ring Edward.
Tell him we need the jet.

We're going to
pay a little visit
to Sir Crispin Crandall.

Crispin Crandall?
I thought he was dead.

No, he's very much alive,
and it seems he's responsible

for our
international brain drain.
He has Halmi.

He also has a big problem
I may be able to alleviate.

The FBI.

You gave them this case.

And now I'm taking it away.

Crandall is
flying into a trap.

He needs somewhere
to land his Spruce Goose.

Okay, people,
we have 67 minutes

before that plane
drops out of the sky.

I need a location, now.
(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Sir? Take a look at this.

ARAM: We found him.

NSA satellite picked up
an A380 descending,

on course for
a regional airstrip
outside Halifax.

The plane's waiting.
I'll notify RCMP on the way.

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

PETER: The target is
headed for Pittsburgh.

And the FBI?

Headed for Halifax.
Based on false
satellite intel,

when in fact, Crandall's jet
should be touching down

at a former military runway
near Pittsburgh in
about 30 minutes.

Connellsville, I know it.

I'm guessing
Reddington redirected

Crandall there
since he wants Halmi.

Probably cut a deal with him
to get him.

Which means that Reddington
will be there, as will Keen.

This is fun.
Terminate them both.

Secure Halmi's body.

His body?

If Halmi's dead,
why does Reddington
still want him?

Just take care
of Reddington and Keen,

and we'll be done
with loose ends.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Gentlemen! Gentlemen.

Our final bout today
is a no-holds-barred
grudge match

between two rank amateurs.

There will be no rules.

Sucker punching, kicking,
biting and gouging

is not only
allowed but encouraged.

(CHEERING)

The winner will be

the last man

breathing.

(MAN LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)

Fight!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Come on, man.
Put your hands up.

(GRUNTS)

Come on, man.
If you don't fight,
they're gonna kill us both.

(FIGHTING GRUNTS)

I didn't come here to fight.

I came here for the Russian.

MR. FIGARO:
He doesn't want to fight!

Ah...

What should we do about that,
gentlemen, hmm?

(CROWD CLAMORING)

TOM: Don't make me do this.

I'm sorry.

(GASPS)

RESSLER: The plane's not
going to Halifax?

ARAM: Apparently not.

But we're going to Halifax.

NSA intel
indicated that's where
the plane was heading, uh.

It's not.
It's landing near
Pittsburgh.

The opposite direction.
How is this possible?

The Director set us up.

Aram, are you sure
about this?

I set up an Air
Traffic Control alert
for Crandall's transponder,

figuring when he moved through
controlled air space,

he'd have to
turn it back on.

The alert says Pittsburgh.

Where the Director
will have a team
waiting for them.

And Reddington.
When I talked to him...

I think he knows
where the plane is headed.

If he does, he and Liz
are walking into a trap.

I'll tell the pilot
to change our heading
to Pittsburgh.

(BEEPING)

Refueling is done.

We can be airborne as soon as
you complete your business
with Mr. Reddington.

He's here?

Oh, there he is! Sir Crispin.
I'm Raymond Reddington.

What are you doing here?
I wired the payment
for the fuel.

And I voided it.

Truth be told,
I've decided on a different
form of payment.

Andras Halmi.

(SCOFFS)
I'm not giving you Halmi.

Of course you are.

At least the part of him
I'm interested in.

But first,
please indulge my curiosity.

An ice castle in the air,
the best

and the brightest
frozen solid.

I'm intrigued.

CRANDALL:
You know what these are?

REDDINGTON:
They're horseshoe crabs.
CRANDALL: Hmm.

Decades ago, it was discovered
that their plasma contained

limulus amebocyte lysate,
which can be used to detect

bacterial endotoxins.

I found a way
to synthesize it.

That's how you
made your fortune.

Hmm. But more important,
they were the inspiration
for my vision.

They have survived
four mass extinctions.

We are now on the cusp
of the final mass extinction,

caused by a species of

clever but greedy primates

known as Homo sapiens.

Everyone dies, Mr. Crandall.

Death is a process.

No one is really dead

until the information
contained in the brain
is lost.

Cryonic preservation
prevents that loss.

Are you
a gambling man, Crispin?

(SCOFFS)
No. I abhor casinos.

(LAUGHING) Yes, well,
I would agree with you there.

But perhaps you're familiar
with the old saw,

"You can't beat the house."

No matter how many poor souls
you turn into popsicles,

the fix is in.

The world in
which you awaken

will be one incapable
of sustaining human life.

And why?

Because at
the critical tipping point,

one tragically
quixotic megalomaniac

cannibalized humanity
of the very minds

that might have
been its salvation.

You see,
if you were a betting man,
you would understand

that "now" trumps
"later" every time.

The future
is a sucker's bet.

A maybe, a contingency,
a "what-if."

The only thing that is real
is the present,

and you have plundered it.

Robbed it of the very geniuses

that might have averted
the dystopia you so fear.

Indeed,
perhaps even the very one
who might have devised a means

to revive your sad,
tired frozen ass.

Congratulations, Crispin.

You've
doubled-down on extinction.

Life on Earth
is going to end.

Soon.
Cryonics is our only hope.

It won't work.

I'm betting it will.

Ah! So you are
a gambling man.

Let's place that bet,
shall we?

(GUN COCKS)

What was that?
I thought I heard...

WOMAN: What happened?
Is he dead?

Dead? Pishposh.
What's death?

It's just a process, right?

MAN: Notify the lab.
Tell them to gather the team

and prepare for
a full-body cut-down.

Come here.

Andras Halmi. Dewar UT-0027.

(BEEPING)

Someone's here.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Do you have Halmi?

More or less.

The thumbs
appear to be missing.

His thumbs?

Peter, is this a problem?

(AIR HISSING)

(RADIO CHATTER)

Ressler.

Sir Crispin Crandall.

Banque Canadienne du Nord.

I am with the United States
Department of Justice.

Your courts have issued
a warrant authorizing us

to seize the safety
deposit box of
a Mr. Andras Halmi.

It is critical
that no third party interfere

and that the safety
deposit box be

kept absolutely secure,
by any means.

(POUNDING)

♪ I Been Drivin' All Night,
My hands wet on the wheel

♪ There's A Voice In My Head
That drives my heel

♪ 'Cause My Baby Called
And said, "I need you here"

(SOFTLY) Come on,
come on, come on...

♪ And It's A Half-past Four,
And I'm shifting gear

♪ When She Is Lonely
And the longing gets too much

♪ She Sends A Cable
Coming in from above

♪ Don't Need To Talk At All

♪ We've Got A Thing
That's called radar love

♪ We've Got A Wave In The Air

♪ Radar Love

(BEEP)

(LAUGHS)

♪ When I Get Lonely
And I'm sure I've had enough

♪ She Sends Her Comfort
Coming in from above

♪ We Don't Need
No letter at all

♪ We've Got A Thing
That's called radar love

♪ We've Got A Line In The Sky

♪ Radar Love ♪

Close it.

The Director
gave his attack dogs

the real address
so they could get Halmi

and kill Reddington
and Keen.

Do you still
think our protocols
will keep them safe?

They survived.
This time.

But as long as he's here,
as long as we're sharing...

I said
he wouldn't go off book.
I was wrong.

But thanks to
these feeds we got off

Crandall's jet,
I can prove it now.

And when I do,
Laurel Hitchens

will have no choice
but to boot him out.

Today was a win, Navabi.
How do you figure?

Reddington said Halmi
had information he needed.

My guess is he used
his thumbs to get it,

to get past some kind of
a biometric lock or a safe.

What kind of information?
I don't know.

But the Director
didn't want him
to get it and he did.

Son of a bitch can't be
happy about that.

Hello, Peter.
I hope I'm not interrupting
cocktails with Lynda.

Congratulations
on getting to Halmi
before I did.

Yes, it's certainly
celebratory drinks here.
So I'll be brief.

I think it's about time
to exonerate Elizabeth Keen.

That is not going to happen.

But it is.
The only question is

whether you'll
live to see the day.

If I continue to
dismantle the Cabal,

they'll put
a bullet in your head

just to mitigate
their losses.

Everything is working
according to plan, Peter.

You over-estimate
your influence, Raymond.

Your plan is of
no concern to us.

Peter.
You've been skimming from
the company till,

stealing millions in
anticipation of running away.

When you were
linked to the Cabal,
you reached out to Halmi,

put your golden parachute
in a secret account
only he could access,

except now I've got it.

You have no money
to escape the inevitable.

Your colleagues
will abandon you.

Maybe not today or tomorrow
but soon enough,

because I'm not going to stop
until they do.

Unless I exonerate Keen.

It's one small chance
to save your life.

Such a generous offer.

I'll have to decline.

I'm going to
bring this whole damn
thing down on you, Peter,

and when I do,

your own people
will beg me to kill you
to stop the bleeding.

(DISCONNECTS CALL)

(BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

(VOLKENS EXHALES)

Takes a hard heart
to kill a man with a knife.

So, you wanted to see me?

Not you.

Him.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the guy who's taking
you back to D.C.

to admit that you framed
my wife for murder.

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

Here's how it's
gonna play out.

I'll take Tiny Tim out
first because he's
the biggest threat.

Then Russian Guyavitch goes
for his gun, right?

But I'm betting that
he shoots one of you
instead of me,

and Volkens is already
pissing his pants.

So I don't think
he's gonna be a problem.

And that would
leave me and you,

Karakurt.

(GRUNTS)

Don't kill me.

Not yet.