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Previously on "The Blacklist"...

Reddington's interest in this case.

What does he get?

It just keeps getting worse.

There's not going to be a shower.

Why not?

I'm giving my child up for adoption.

Why would you do that?

You and Tom agree on something.

- He wants you to keep the baby? - Yeah.

You expect me to hire you.

I need the job.

Only two crews have targeted Reinder-de Groot.

Both were slaughtered.

By Geert Klerken. But that was years ago.

Let's go.

Thanks, boys.

Yeah, I'm just walking in now.

Hang on. I got to turn this thing off.

Disarmed.

- Not ready to arm. - Yeah, I know. It talks.

Man, I'm telling you, this new place is state of the art.

Yeah, I just got the last box out of storage,

so as of tonight, we are officially moved in.

Dude, relax, okay?

We're better than fine.

We're growing faster than

90% of the tech start-ups in the country.

Yo, I got to go.

Don't worry so much, okay?

We worked hard to get here.

Let's at least try to enjoy it.

?The killing season, it's beginning?

?I feel your hands around my throat?

I agree.

It's so important to enjoy your work.

?You either lose or come up winning?

?Now, paint it, mary, paint it black?

?Tonight, they hang Jerry?

?Tonight, they hang Jack?

?When this killing season's over?

?I'll never say your name again?

Say "Cheese."

We're out of time.

He's going into hypervolemic shock.

What do we know?

White male, approximately 30 years old.

Two gunshot wounds. One to the left upper extremity.

May have hit the brachial artery.

What the hell did he do?

Genius dug one of the bullets out himself.

- Tom? - Tom?

- You know this guy? - Not really.

- Friend of a friend. - Yeah, well, your friend's friend

is in a lot of trouble.

Paramedic who brought him in notified the police.

They're sending detectives to question him.

It's gonna be a short conversation if we don't hurry.

His pulse is dropping.

Where is he? Do you know?

He's not answering his cell.

I'm gonna take a shot in the dark

and assume you mean Tom.

Did you hurt him?

Why would you think that?

'Cause the last time I spoke to him,

he told me we'd be free.

Of you.

I am not your Tom problem, Lizzy.

Tom is your Tom problem.

I'm sure he'll turn up soon enough.

Why are we at an art exhibit?

Because Roberta Smith at the Times said it was worth a look.

And it seemed like a fitting spot

to introduce our next adventure.

You're looking at a crime-scene photo.

It appeared online a few hours ago,

along with a breaking-news bulletin

about the murder of Randy Brenner

at his new home in Richmond.

The local police are flummoxed.

It obviously wasn't your typical home invasion

or burglary gone wrong.

It wasn't a crime of passion.

It is, in fact, to one somewhat disturbed individual,

quite literally a work of art.

Those who know of his existence call him Drexel.

Considers himself a performance artist.

And like most performance artists,

his work is a form of social commentary.

Most performance artists

don't kill people in service of their work.

Last winter, he murdered the owner

of one of the largest C.A.F.O.s in Europe.

C.A.F.O.?

A controlled animal feeding operation.

Hung the owner up on a hook like the cattle they butcher.

A little heavy-handed.

Drexel does not employ subtlety to get his point across.

His work shows up in unexpected locations...

sometimes only for a few hours.

This man has fans?

- People support him? - Yes.

A small-but-rabid following.

Death as entertainment.

Drexel makes them feel part of something --

an underground protest movement.

And how do you know Drexel killed Randy Brenner?

Because he's advertising it.

According to Reddington, this photo started circulating

two hours before Randy Brenner's body was discovered.

Which means the killer probably took the photo.

So how did Reddington get his hands on it?

It was published online in an underground zine

called Rigby.

Apparently they post about all things underground.

Someone using the handle "Rimona"

wrote an article promoting Drexel's next show.

"Coming soon!

The next masterpiece is already under way."

So Randy Brenner's murder

was one component in some kind of art exhibit?

And this Drexel -- nobody has any idea who he is?

Well, there are rumors online --

an art professor, a political journalist.

Some think he's an urban myth.

Reddington's looking for Rimona.

Apparently she's gonna have an exclusive interview

- with Drexel in next week's edition. - Fine.

In the meantime, get out to the crime scene

before that body is removed.

Something up?

Tom didn't show up for dinner last night,

and he's not picking up his cell.

Probably just a misunderstanding. He'll turn up.

That's what Reddington says.

Look...

I know your decision to give up your child for adoption

probably wasn't an easy one.

But given everything you and Tom have been through,

I get it.

And I want you to know I'm here if you need anything.

Did you tell Cooper about the adoption?

You told me to cancel the baby shower.

I told everyone.

Samar, why would you...

Are you upset?

No, I just hadn't decided how I was gonna tell the others.

You feel guilty.

You shouldn't.

Society has every woman feeling like her primary role

is to have a child.

It's not.

I don't want children.

I want a career.

Men can have both,

but for women, it's like having two full-time jobs.

Liz, I'm...

I'm sorry that I overstepped.

I wasn't thinking.

But there's no shame in your decision.

- Detective Quinn. - Donald Ressler.

Thanks for holding down the fort.

You want to walk me through it?

Been stewing in his own juices for a while.

Would have had the body removed a while ago

if you hadn't called.

Who found him?

Guy's name's Adelson -- Joseph P.

Business partner in some kind of start-up.

Said they had plans to work from here this morning.

- M.E.? - Best guess on cause?

Someone snapped our vic's neck like a chicken

last night around 10:00 p.m., give or take.

That phone.

It was there when they found the body?

As far as I know, no one touched it.

What the hell is that?

You got a line on the killer, don't you?

That's why you guys are here. You know who did this.

Something like that.

Very good, agent whoever you are.

Smile for the camera.

Look, I'm just saying, in the end, women want babies.

A lot of women give up their children for adoption.

Almost always under extraordinary circumstances,

which I completely understand.

Is that a fact?

It's how women are wired.

Keen's gonna keep that kid.

Sorry for the wait.

Jon Adelson.

Thanks for seeing us so quickly.

We know you've had quite the morning.

Randy and I weren't just partners.

We were best friends since college.

What-- whatever I can do.

We understand that you spoke with Randy last night.

- Yes. - Can you tell us what you talked about?

Work.

We started this company a year ago, and --

You guys are a financial-services company?

We provide our customers with one networked portal

for all trading, financial news and commentary.

- Research. - Competitive field.

Guess you guys built a better mousetrap, huh?

We'd like to think so.

The house Randy bought was expensive.

Business must be good.

What exactly are you looking for?

I mean, I spoke with one of the local detectives,

and he seemed to think

that Randy was killed by a burglar or...

With all due respect to the local police,

we're not operating under that theory.

- Because? - Take your pick.

The scuff marks on the hardwood floor indicate a struggle,

which means that after the murder,

Randy was placed on that couch.

Not your average burglar move.

Someone wanted us to find him like that,

just like someone wanted us to speak with you.

Now you lost me.

The killer staged the scene.

Brenner's phone was placed in his hands.

The killer knew that we'd trace his last call.

He wanted us to have this conversation.

Do you have any idea why that might be, Mr. Adelson?

What do you think he hoped we'd discover?

Okay, look, I-I don't know what you think happened here.

You want our books, our clients, be my guest.

Randy was like a brother to me.

You get that?

Clearly, he's hiding something,

but I don't think he has any idea who killed Brenner.

Seemed a little nervous.

Maybe he thinks he's next.

- Aram. - Okay, the computer you sent me from Randy Brenner --

The webcam is definitely the source of the Rigby photo.

So Drexel accessed the webcam remotely.

Correct.

I just analyzed the hard drive and found a RAT.

- A RAT? - Remote access Trojan.

It takes over a system, accesses the webcam.

But the thing is, this is not your average rodent.

From what I can tell, it uses artificial intelligence

to modify its payload, which is rare.

Like, super-rare.

In fact, I've seen this exact A.I. automation before -- once.

As part of a classified security briefing by the NSA.

So, how did a performance artist

get his hands on classified NSA technology?

You know what? Call the Security Directorate.

Tell them we need to set up a meeting now.

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Unfortunately, we don't open for another hour.

Right. Which is why we're here now.

We've come for the Fugu Kimo.

Fugu Kimo?

Blowfish liver.

Contains a poison 1,200 times deadlier than cyanide --

So lethal, a single fish can kill 30 grown men.

People eat this?

Not legally, no.

But as with most dangerous endeavors,

there are those who feel compelled.

Tetrodotoxin first creates a tingling in the lips,

then the hands.

If you're lucky and your chef is meticulous,

You can survive with a story and an adrenaline rush.

But if you're not, the poison can kill you in minutes.

This way, please.

What you are asking for, this is against the law to prepare.

Ah, chef Hanzo.

And yet I hear you prepare it so brilliantly.

Who told you this?

My associate and I read about it.

You were featured in an online publication called Rigby.

A marvelous story.

Relax, Hanzo-san.

We're not here to cause trouble.

We just want a little information.

I'm trying to get in touch with the woman who interviewed you.

Rimona.

Perhaps you can find us a phone number.

Tom, is that you?

- Liz, listen to me. You need to... - Nik?

It's --

Liz, listen to me.

It's about Tom.

Paramedics brought him in here a few hours ago.

- He's been shot. - Shot?!

Is he okay?

- Where is he? - He's still in surgery.

He won't be out for another couple of hours.

But you need to know...

The police are here.

And one of them told a nurse

he was here to question a robbery suspect.

You still there?

Please tell me he's okay.

He's alive,

but I can't honestly promise you he's gonna make it.

Oh, my God.

It's a simple question.

Is the program an NSA exploit or not?

Hey, look, technically I'm not authorized

- to comment on any program -- - Cut the crap.

That program was found on a home computer.

Now it's connected to a homicide.

So I suggest you start commenting.

Yeah.

It's ours.

And it's highly classified.

It's a mega rodent, a RAT on steroids.

It -- it lets us take remote control of any system on a network.

Including stealth access to webcams?

Desktops, laptops, security feeds,

hell, even baby monitors networked to Wi-Fi.

It's a premium-grade spy tool.

If it's out there in the wild,

we have a national security issue.

What? What's up?

I'm not sure.

I think it's about to be someone's last day.

- Where are you going? - I just -- I got to hit the head.

Aaron Mulgrew.

Going somewhere?

It's a miracle he survived the surgery.

Most of us didn't think he'd make it.

Will he?

It's too early to say.

We'll know more when he's conscious.

Like I said, he lost a lot of blood --

You're...

I didn't know.

And Tom's...

Obviously.

It's just...

When I saw you last, it didn't seem like you were together.

It's complicated.

The detectives left a number.

We're supposed to let them know when he's awake.

Robbery? That's all you heard?

All I know is, it sounded serious.

You really have no idea what he was doing?

Nope. No idea.

All I know is that he had the delusion

that we could be a family...

that we could get away from...

Reddington.

And you think that's impossible?

You have no idea what it's like...

to feel like you're trapped...

to feel like your life isn't your own anymore.

You can't prove I leaked that program.

I got to say, Aaron,

you had a much better chance of us believing that

before you ran like a scared little girl.

FBI and NSA techs are tearing apart every system you own.

We have teams at your house, your office,

your storage locker.

What are they gonna find at your storage locker, Aaron?

All right, if I talk...

We talk to the U.S. Attorney.

Maybe he skips the treason charge,

sticks with Espionage Act violations.

See, there's a bigger picture here, Aaron.

That program you leaked --

It was found on a home computer at a murder scene.

Okay, I don't know anything about a murder, but...

maybe I did upload the program.

To where?

I built a site for it. I posted the raw code.

But these things they make us develop, they are dangerous.

Do you know what that's like?

Creating something, knowing that when you're done,

- it's gonna be used to victimize innocent people? - So, what?

What, this was like a political statement?

I just don't think that the government or anybody

can be trusted with that kind of power.

So I leaked it.

And it never occurred to you that criminals might use it?

Or this country's enemies?

Yeah, it occurred to me.

That's why I modified the code

to include a phone-home component.

Whenever the program gets used,

it makes contact with my server

so I can track who's downloaded it.

We're going to need that data.

Well, if you raided my storage locker,

then you already have it.

As far as you go, pops.

Whatever you're looking for, this ain't it.

Pops.

You know, I always liked that name.

Louis Armstrong was called "Pops."

Willie Stargell, the legendary Pittsburgh Pirate.

My lord, that man could smack a fastball.

There was Pops Foster, Pops Fernandez...

All right, let's go, pop.

Oh, my.

And then there are different pops entirely.

Like the pops you hear when your shoulder's being dislocated.

I need you to hop on that radio of yours

and let whoever's in charge know that I'm outside.

Raymond Reddington.

I mean, you're actually him.

Indeed.

Can, uh, I ask how you found us?

I read Rimona's piece on torafugu kimo.

Chef Hanzo and I just became friends.

He said I could reach her here.

Mr. Reddington, with only the greatest respect,

I'm sure you can appreciate the people who write for Rigby

prefer to keep their identities private.

It's not her identity I'm interested in.

It's the subject of her next profile --

Drexel.

Look...

It's bad business for a journalist to burn a source,

but maybe I can make up for the indiscretion.

- What do you have in mind? - An interview.

With you.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

First, I need to speak with Rimona.

Where are we?

Cyber techs recovered the laptop

Mulgrew used to upload the mega rodent to the web.

And this is the phone-home log that Mulgrew created.

The I.P. address of everyone who's ever used the program

is on that list.

Which means one of those is probably Drexel.

How many addresses are we talking about?

- Too many. - It will take weeks to process.

If Reddington's right,

Drexel's not gonna wait for us to catch up.

What about Adelson, the business partner?

- Anything out of line? - T.B.D.

We just got all of his company's financial records.

Let's get on it.

If we don't find Drexel soon,

we're gonna have another body on our hands.

What about Agent Keen?

I haven't seen her since this morning.

She just left word -- on her way to see Reddington.

He's in the hospital!

He was shot!

Not on the street. Let's get in a car.

He was involved in some kind of robbery,

and now the police want to question him!

- Lower your voice, Lizzy. - No.

I am not your Lizzy...

to control, to be told what to do.

Don't you get it?

The only reason Tom did what he did

is because he had to do something desperate to get away from this.

You made yourself clear this morning, Elizabeth.

You can blame me if you like.

Damn right, I blame you.

- If he dies... - If he dies,

it's because he put himself in exactly the wrong place

at exactly the wrong time.

He did this, not me.

And that robbery the police want to ask him about --

Diamonds.

He was part of a team

that stole tens of millions of dollars' worth of diamonds.

A team I hear included his ex-girlfriend Gina Zanetakos.

He's reckless, dangerous.

He's not worthy of being your husband,

and he sure as hell is not worthy of raising that child.

There's nothing here. It's a start-up.

They have clients, but it's nothing earth-shattering.

Not enough to explain how Brenner could afford that house.

He was into something --

something that Drexel intended to expose in his next exhibit.

But nothing in these books is going to tell us what that is.

Maybe we can ask Drexel himself.

Dembe just called.

Reddington has reason to believe he's operating out of New York City.

I'm on it.

Okay, here we go.

Of the 1,000-plus downloads of the NSA program,

13 are from the New York Metropolitan area.

Five trace back to apartments leased by women.

It's unlikely, given the way that Brenner's neck was snapped.

Looks like four are public places --

Three librabies and one internet caf¨¦.

And these last three

were downloaded in the last few hours --

after Brenner was murdered.

- Leaving... - 2890 central avenue, Brooklyn.

Contact the New York field office.

Get up there as soon as possible.

Bring him in.

All clear.

Set up outside. Be ready in case he comes back.

This is our guy.

Ressler.

What the hell is this?

Tom, you're okay.

You're in the I.C.U.

Don't try to talk.

You need to save your strength so I can kill you.

I didn't know if I was ever gonna see you again.

Either of you.

I'm sorry.

Ma'am? Detective Savino, Metro P.D.

I'm gonna need you to step out of the room, please.

He's barely conscious.

You don't need to do this right now.

Ma'am, I'm not gonna ask you again.

Is he under arrest?

Tom, don't say anything!

He's invoking his right to counsel.

Okay, here's what I could find.

The space was leased six months ago

to a Reginald Turner, age 44.

Paid all six months in advance

and gave one character reference --

A high-school art-history teacher in Virginia,

who he listed as a former colleague.

We should be able to run with that.

Already running.

That's him.

"Reggie Turner,

local teacher opens first solo gallery show."

Drexel's real name is Reginald Turner.

- So he is an artist. - At least he was.

From what I can tell, he only had one show,

a pop-up gallery in the East Village,

and the reviews were not kind.

Navabi.

It looks like Drexel has been watching these guys for a while.

We've got two, three dozen photos here,

half of Randy Brenner,

half of Jon Adelson, the partner.

I think it's time we go at Adelson and rattle his cage.

- What do you need from us? - Aram, there's a laptop here.

We're gonna need you to get remote access, see what you can find.

No problem.

I know just the mega rodent for the job.

Ah, the fair Rimona.

Reddington.

How did you get in here?

How did you even find me?

I know you suggested to your editor

that we meet later in the week,

but I'm afraid our business couldn't wait.

Our business?

You mean your business.

'Cause my work doesn't involve burning sources.

Your source is a serial killer.

Look...

Drexel obviously wants to remain anonymous.

As a reporter, I have to honor that,

regardless of what he's suspected of.

As a reporter.

Amazing times, these, don't you think?

When any Tom, Dick, or Sally

with a laptop and internet access

can declare herself a journalist.

I mean, you don't even use a last name.

I would be thrilled to write a profile on you

when all this is done, but I'm not gonna help you find Drexel.

Oh, but I think you will, Rachel.

That is your name, isn't it?

Rachel Hobbs.

Daughter of Randall Hobbs,

the patio-furniture king of Costa Mesa, California.

I admire your respect for anonymity, Rachel,

but your principles are a luxury I can no longer afford.

So I'll give you a choice --

You can protect his anonymity or yours.

- I didn't kill Randy. - We believe you.

Then why are you here?

Well, you may not know who killed Brenner,

but you definitely know why.

And whatever he was into,

whatever the two of you were into --

- This is crazy. - Look, we can help you...

Before whoever came after Randy comes after you.

We're done.

You want to talk to me again, I want a lawyer.

Aram, I can't talk. We're right

- in the middle of-- - Interviewing Adelson.

I know. I am watching you right now.

Excuse me?

I'm looking at Drexel's laptop.

Randy Brenner's computer isn't the only one he ratted.

He's running another video feed from Adelson's office.

Look to your right. There must be a webcam.

On his desktop, yeah.

He's recording everything,

and not to the system -- to some remote location.

I don't know where. Here, let me try something.

Two more feeds just popped up.

Okay, you guys should get back here.

I'm here.

My voice is not to be recorded.

Of course. I can take notes.

Begin walking -- now.

Straight ahead, toward the exit.

Keep walking.

Keep walking.

The staircase on your left -- Take it.

Do it now.

Dembe.

We get a call --

A crew hit Reinder-de Groot.

Next thing we know,

A guy matching the description of one of the perps

stumbles in here all shot up, won't say why.

That's just a coincidence.

We got the head of corporate security coming over now.

Name's Klerken.

Ring a bell?

He's gonna walk in here and identify you.

Case open, case closed.

It's gonna be okay.

No, it isn't.

It is.

Everything will be okay.

I hope you'll forgive the security precautions.

As you know, my work is, uh, inflammatory.

I rely on the support

of the enlightened patrons who value my efforts...

One of whom was kind enough

to make this space available for our interview.

It's fine. Really.

So, did...

Did you have a question?

You seem...

Uncomfortable.

Uh, no.

I -- sorry.

Yes. Of course I have questions.

Honestly, I'm familiar with your work,

and it's not every day that

I find myself alone in a basement

with a man who, um...

Kills.

Yes.

Understandable.

But I assure you, you have nothing to fear.

Unless...

That is, you're hiding something.

Raymond Reddington.

I saw him.

You brought him here.

No, I...

Does he know about me?

What I've done?

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

Does...he...know?

Where the hell is Keen?

No word from her. Or Reddington.

Sir, you're gonna want to take a look at this.

This is a continuous feed being run live

from Adelson's office.

Drexel wasn't just ratting Randy Brenner.

He was recording footage from multiple cameras.

Recording to where?

We're still not sure.

From how many sources?

So far, I've only seen four.

One was from Randy Brenner's house.

The second, Adelson's office.

And these are the other two.

Who is that?

We don't know yet,

but that's probably $100 grand,

and that is definitely a semiautomatic.

Drexel figured out what these guys are up to.

- Can you trace the feed? - Working on it.

No! Wait! No, please!

I didn't have a choice.

You're hurting me!

Get her out of here.

Okay, Mr. Klerken.

When we go inside, I'm gonna ask you only two questions --

One, do you recognize anyone?

When you answer yes, my next question

will be "From where do you recognize him?"

If it's him, I'll know right away.

I spent a good amount of time

with the scum who stole from us.

Sir, do you recognize anyone?

Well...

I damn well better.

I'm the one who trained him.

You want to say that again?

He's not your guy.

Tom, thank god you're okay.

Tom?

Tom Keen.

He's one of ours.

Followed after the crew that hit us.

Risked his life in the process.

If that's true, you want to tell me why you never said anything?

I can answer.

My men are under strict instructions

not to speak to anybody but me,

even the authorities.

I hope I've been of help.

East garage, this is Altmeir. I think we have a problem.

Breach!

Stay right in the chair for me, please.

You can't --

I don't know. I don't know.

What the hell is this place?

You know, I've often considered my love of art,

and I realized it's not just the art --

it's the artist.

I like art a lot,

but I love artists.

I love the stories behind their work...

The characters.

Lopping off ears...

Rankling the establishment with paintings of soup cans...

Often boldly revealing themselves

to our keen observation and insight, our scrutiny.

What a marvelous thing, the courage to create.

Though I must say,

nothing about your work strikes me as courageous.

It seems self-indulgent, petulant.

like a tantrum from a child

who's just realized that the world

can be a dark and unfair place.

I'm -- I'm not interested in your opinions of my work.

An artist's job is to speak.

And this latest manifesto?

Beginning with the murder of Randy Brenner.

What is it that you feel so compelled to say?

You have no idea what he was doing, do you?

We call it a RAT farm.

A what?

RAT -- Remote Access Trojan.

We know what a RAT is.

We also know that you downloaded the NSA program

that Aaron Mulgrew put online.

So, why call it a farm?

Because it's a business.

We collect ratted systems, grow them,

maintain them, and ultimately sell them.

You were right -- as a start-up, headwind was nothing special.

Randy and I were struggling

until we got lucky and he found that program.

You saw a golden opportunity.

Gold?

What you are looking at

is worth a hell of a lot more than gold in today's market.

This is what people want -- access.

You want to spy on a sorority girl?

Maybe you want to know what your local politician

likes to do at home.

Trade secrets of a Fortune 500 company.

We commandeer their systems,

then stream the feed like a broadcasting network.

Cops, nannies, teachers.

People pay to access the feeds?

We offer a range of pricing options.

Single fee, package of five,

or unlimited streaming for those who prefer to browse.

Look, I lied to protect this place,

but I swear I told the truth about Randy.

I didn't kill him, and I don't know who did.

All those people...

Stars of a show they don't even know exists.

An enemy of mine contacted you.

Okay. Hang on.

A work was commissioned.

That was a job.

I need to know how to find your benefactor --

Now.

I don't know.

I-it was all done anonymously.

I got meticulous instructions

for what to paint and where to send it.

An address.

You can answer me,

or I can turn that wall behind you into a Jackson Pollock.

You think it was Reddington?

It had to be.

He got to Klerken.

He intimidated him, or he paid him off. I don't know.

My question is, why?

This was his chance to get rid of me.

When I confronted him,

I didn't know what you were being accused of.

I just said you were part of some sort of robbery.

He already knew.

He told me about the diamonds.

How?

Because I told him.

I don't understand. You told him?

Since when do you talk to Reddington?

I do more than talk to him, Liz.

I work for him.

I have ever since the day he was shot.

I'm part of his mobile surgical unit now.

You warned me not to take his money.

I should have listened.

Nik, I had no idea.

Three nights ago, I was standing in an abandoned garage,

pulling a 9mm slug from the liver

of a 32-year-old weapons dealer from Kuala Lumpur.

So when you say he makes you feel trapped,

like your life isn't your own anymore,

I know how that feels.

Why did you do it?

You don't want me to be with Tom, but you saved him.

People say youth is wasted on the young.

I disagree.

I believe wisdom is wasted on the old.

All you can do is part with it, but very few will take it.

Least of all, the people closest to you.

They want no part of it.

No matter how often I warn you about Tom,

you seem intent on discovering those perils for yourself.

Thank you.

I know...

I say things that unsettle you

about the dangers that lie ahead.

I know I anger you with things I say about Tom.

But if I've ever given you the impression

that you won't survive this,

that you and your child aren't going to have the simple life

that I know you long for, I'm sorry.

Because you are going to have that, Lizzy.

?All of the time, I see you?

So, now we know what Brenner and Adelson were up to.
?All of the time, I see you?

?All of the time, I see you?

But what about Drexel?
?All of the time, I see you?

But what about Drexel?

Or do I see you at all??

All the footage he's been gathering --
Or do I see you at all??

Or do I see you at all??

We still haven't figured out where it's being recorded
Or do I see you at all??

Or do I see you at all??

or what he planned to do with it.

I wanted so much to need it?

But I couldn't feel it at all?

Given the hand that feeds you?

Do you feel hungry at all?

Tell us a little about Elizabeth.

I remember the first time she brought up adoption.

She was so nervous.

She tried to cook dinner, which was a complete disaster.

I think it was around my third bite of cold spaghetti,

she just started to cry.

And I don't know. I think she was afraid of disappointing me.

But she told me she wanted to adopt.

You know, with so many children in need of a loving family,

as she put it.

In that moment, I just...

I don't think I've ever loved her more.

She's gonna be a great mom.

I mean, she really is.

Trouble again?

Troubled by time?

Trouble again?

Oh, your troubling mind?

I'm sorry.

For what I did.

Oh, it was stupid.

Yeah.

And I almost lost you because of it.

And the idea of that...

that I would never see you again...

I know. Wait.

Oh, my God.

I felt it.

Right there.

I want to keep the baby.

Our baby.

Where's Rostova?

Who? I don't know who --

Nine days ago, a painting was commissioned.

It was sent to this address,

shipped to you -- Mr. Paul Allond.

Yes. I...

I'm a dealer.

A private art broker.

I received a call. No name was given.

She said a piece had been acquired and was nearly finished.

She asked that it be sent to me.

- For pickup. - Yes.

But not by her. By you.

I assume you're the one she spoke of.

Reddington.

She said you would come.

You can send it back.