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Previously on "The Blacklist"...

We're prepared
to intercept the signal

as soon as you turn it on.

They're coming toward us. Fast.

Like, impossibly fast.

20 minutes to Riga.

We're going to Latvia? For what?

For answers.

What is this place?

Baltic's Best Seafood Distributor.

Why do I feel like that's
not at all what this is?

Because that's not at all what this is.

It's a front.

I brought you here because
this is where it all started.

The epicenter.

You are N-13.

Yes.

The Sikorsky Archive was a seed.

The beginning of what would become

one of the most sophisticated

intelligence networks in existence.

This place is part of a machine

that is and has been

my life's work
for the past three decades.

This is The Blacklist.

This?

This is where they come up
with The Blacklist?

It's not that literal.

But this is where intelligence

from 17 outposts around the world

is gathered, sorted, and analyzed.

Intel.

Leaked documents.

Intercepted communiques.

Secrets from governments, corporations,

people in positions of power.

You're sourcing intelligence.

I'm printing currency.

And the Sikorsky Archive...
That's how this all began.

13 packets of intel.

13 packets that were traded,
leveraged, sometimes sold

in an effort to acquire more.

More information.

More protection.

More authority.

The system is a living,
breathing apparatus

that powers many of the decision I make.

And it's all analogue.

Oh, no.

We have gigantic computers elsewhere,

but around here,
they allow me to believe

it's completely analogue.

Digital footprints make me jittery.

And what happens to this information?

It's sent to me.

Wrapped, packed, and smuggled
into New York Harbor.

Yes.

Okay. Thank you for the tour,
but why am I here?

I brought you here because,

despite what you and Harold
have come to believe,

I am not a Russian asset.

I'm a criminal.

And Ivan Stepanov
is not my Russian handler,

he's just an old friend.

In fact, I definitely handle him

more than he would ever
be able to handle me.

I'm Raymond Reddington.

This is Raymond Reddington.

And you need to see
what one day will be yours.

- To learn how it works.
- I'm not interested.

You'll need to understand
the infrastructure,

how we cull data,

meet the analysts
who make this all possible.

The only thing I'm interested in
is my mother.

You said you didn't kill her,
but I saw you...

You don't know what you saw.

I saw you shoot her.

- You murdered her.
- Elizabeth...

...stop.

Forget about everything
you think you know.

Right now, there is only you and me

- and the truth.
- ...and the truth.

What did you say?

The story you need to hear,

it's all connected.

N-13.

The Fulcrum.

You.

Me.

- Your mother.
- What about my mother?

To understand
why I came into your life...

- ...you need to hear my story.
- ...you need to hear my story.

The truth about who I was, who you are.

The truth is, Masha...

...is that you were conceived
as part of a lie.

But it shouldn't surprise you.

I was born into a world of spies.

Becoming one was my destiny.

I grew up in a system
that monitored subversion,

snuffed out dissidence.

My father was not only
part of that system,

he helped to build it.

And because I was the son
my father never had,

he decided early on...

...that I'd follow in those footsteps,

which my mother disapproved of.

My mother understood me.

She knew I wanted to follow
a different path,

but... my father was unyielding.

He scripted my life.

He observed and scrutinized it.

Even before I could understand,

I was helping the Fifth Directorate

carry out operations.

I helped move intelligence,
monitor dissidents,

identify those the state
thought to be subversives.

The work was literally in my DNA.

My handler...

the one chosen by my father.

He understood me in ways others did not.

In fact, he would eventually become

one of the most important men
in my life.

Ivan Stepanov.

Yes.

But truth be told,

the assignments Ivan Stepanov gave me

were all based on what my father wanted.

Needed.

Friends.

Relationships.

Men. Women.

My father even hand-picked my husband,

Constantine Rostov,

in order to benefit
from the advantages he provided.

My father could care less that
I was in a loveless marriage.

He even chose the man

with whom I was unfaithful
to my husband.

My father.

He's an American.

Stationed at the embassy in Moscow.

The Directorate believes
he could be... useful.

Hello, sweetheart.

You don't remember me.

I do.

You're my father.

I remember your face.

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You're American.

I should've known better,

but your mother, she was good.

She told me about herself,

that she was a production
manager with the Bolshoi Ballet.

That she was in a bad marriage.

That her mother had moved to America

after her parents divorced.

She was trying to get by in
a Russia that was falling apart.

They were all lies.

Not all of them.

Most of them.

And you had a family.

Yeah. Yes.

My wife, Carla, was at home.

We had a baby girl.

Jennifer.

It was a mistake.

I-I should have seen it.

I started to see it.

And that's when it happened.

What happened?

- You did.
- You did.

I suppose, in some ways,
it's an opportunity.

It's not an opportunity, Ivan,

it's a baby.

This is a problem.

Let me speak with your father again.

There's no point.

He's made up his mind.

He says a child will
keep Reddington invested.

Oh, my God.

What am I gonna tell Constantine?

Tell him it's his.

He'll be happy.

And so, I did what I do.

I lied.

I told my husband I was pregnant
with his child.

And I told my mark
I was pregnant with his child.

I was home on leave.

Katarina was in the U.S.
while supposedly traveling

with the Bolshoi.

- This is what I want.
- Raymond, you're married.

- Then I'll leave her.
- You have a child!

And now I'll have another.

What are you talking about?

This baby will destroy your family.

And your career.

I don't want to be responsible for that.

Katarina... she's my daughter.

And so, she took you from me.

She let another man believe
you were his daughter.

What's worse...
I couldn't even be there.

Be where?

That day, seeing you...

I had never felt anything like it.

I had spent my entire life
lying and pretending and...

But you... you were the first
real thing in my life...

...so I vowed that I would
do whatever it would take

to protect that...

Masha.

...to protect you.

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The next two years were a blur of lies.

I was married to a man I didn't love.

I had a child with the man
I was targeting as a spy.

My husband believed the baby was his,

and my lover had no idea he was a mark.

We'd see each other when we could.

- Paris.
- Moscow.

- London.
- St. Petersburg.

- Berlin.
- By then, I had lost

any sense of myself.

I was living a lie.

Everything about me was pretend.

And your wife, she never knew?

There were some close calls.

I even helped watch Jennifer
one weekend while she was away.

It was extremely uncomfortable,
playing house.

- Ooh! Oh!
- It was becoming unbearable.

But there was a relentless
demand for more intel.

It was a strange double life,
which is probably why

it took me so long to figure out
that it wasn't real.

But you did figure it out.

I know the rest of
the company is leaving tomorrow,

but can't you just tell them you're
gonna stay behind to see your mother?

I would, but your wife
gets home tomorrow.

Well, we can make that work.
We've done it before.

If you leave now, I won't see you

until I'm back in the embassy
on the 15th.

Mm.

I have to wake Masha.

If I don't, she'll be up all night.

Elizabeth... stay with the story.

Stay with the story.

He knew she was lying to him.

I knew, in that
moment, that she was a plant,

that our relationship was a lie.

I knew I needed to report
the incident to my superior,

but I also wanted to protect myself.

I wanted to go to them with evidence.

So I kept seeing her.

I assumed I would confirm
she was a KGB spy...

So you can imagine my surprise
when I realized

it was far worse than that.

Everything about you is a lie.

It went on for nearly two years...

At first, I didn't understand
what I was seeing.

She was spying for the KGB,
but she was spying on the KGB.

And the Americans. And others.

I realized that Katarina

was connected to something much larger,

some kind of global network.

The Cabal.

So I watched her.

I let her steal from me
so I could steal from her,

and eventually,

I was able to prove
that she was connected to...

I was able to prove the very existence

of a secret global conspiracy.

I knew I was in over my head,

that I had to get you to America,

the only place where I could both

expose the truth about your
mother and keep you safe.

And I knew I couldn't let him
do that, because he had proof.

The Fulcrum.

We were looking for a Christmas tree.

You came and took me to the beach house.

Yes.

But your mother... Her people came...

He knew we would come for you.

Not just you.

The Fulcrum.

And that's why she came with a team.

Oh, you love Christmas...

How do you like it, Hops? Good or not?

- Honey, I need you to come with me.
- What's wrong?

Here. Come with me.

Stay in here, sweetheart.

No matter what happens,
I need you to stay in here

and not come out until
I come and get you.

Understand?

Okay.

- Where is she?
- Don't do this.

Is she here?

- Listen, you're in trouble.
- Because of you. Yes.

They'll kill you
if you don't give it back.

Where's my daughter?

Masha.

Get away from her.

It's okay, Masha.
Just tell me where it is.

- Masha, come here. It's okay.
- Are you out of your mind?

Do you know what will happen

if they find out what you've done?

- Give me my daughter.
- Are you hearing me?

- You're signing my death warrant.
- Katarina!

If you won't protect me,
protect yourself.

What does that mean?

You don't think we have assurances?

What have you done?

We've been gaining leverage against you

since the beginning, Raymond...

Hiding money in accounts
under your name.

Paper trails, passports.

Evidence that I didn't steal from you,

- but that you gave to me.
- I didn't give you anything!

Stop! You're hurting her!
You're hurting her!

If you move forward with what

- you think you know about me...
- Katarina!

...no one will believe you.
You'll be branded a traitor.

Get off her!

Stop it, Katarina.

- Let go! Let go!
- Masha!

No, Raymond.

Ilya!

Ilya!

Raymond, look at me.

Raymond, talk to me.

The information you took,

I know it's here.

Please. I'm begging you.

Raymond, where is it? Where is it?

They got me to the car.

Your mother thought she could save me.

Masha...

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Shh, shh.

The men who worked for me
looked for the Fulcrum,

but the fire had spread too fast.

We'd given up.

We were at the car, about to
leave, and that's when...

I went back inside.

Masha.

To look for my stuffed animal.
The bunny.

I came in after you,
but we got turned around.

The flames spread fast, the smoke...

You were burned.

We both were.

The fighting, the gunshot,

the death of your father...

those flames...

I was desperate to erase
that night from your memory.

Wait. Y-You had my memory erased?

I only wanted to protect you.

Where are you?

I don't know. Pay phone.

I couldn't save your father.

I couldn't lose you, too.

You have to leave Masha
with someone unconnected,

who I can trust.

And I knew the only way to keep you safe

was to give you up.

You abandoned me.

Forget the rest.

Forget the lies you told my father,

your husband,

your country.

You abandoned me.

I was trying to protect you, Masha.

I had followed Raymond to America.

The KGB...

started asking questions
I couldn't answer.

I knew it was only a matter of time

until they learned the truth...

That I was a traitor,

a double-agent working
for a secret organization.

You hid from them.

Not just them, the Cabal.

They knew Reddington stole
evidence of their existence.

The Fulcrum.

They expected me to steal it back

before the intel
could be exposed, but...

I couldn't find the Fulcrum.

The Cabal was afraid
the KGB would find me.

Two of the world's most ruthless
organizations wanted me dead.

The irony is that...

part of me didn't want to survive.

Living meant facing what I had done.

Knowing that you were with

someone who was a stranger to you...

and the trauma of killing your father

would always be part of who you were...

...and that the people hunting me

wouldn't hesitate to hunt you.

You wanted to take your own life.

But you didn't.

Why?

What changed your mind?

You.

I made a promise
the day you were born...

To protect you.

I realized I couldn't be
part of your life,

but that didn't mean
I couldn't watch over you.

I had to come up with a plan,

to disappear,

so I reached out to one
of the only people I knew

I could trust.

Ilya Koslov.

We grew up together.

We were both chosen by the KGB.

And when the Cabal came calling,
the two of us chose

to betray our country together.

You can stop.

I bought this story before.

Dom made it sound very convincing,

but it's not the truth.

Dom lied to you about
who became Reddington,

but most of what he told you
about Ilya was true.

Including the part about framing
Reddington as a traitor.

No one knew he was dead.
To the rest of the world,

it seemed as if he had
simply disappeared.

A fact that we decided
to use to our advantage.

If the fugitive Raymond Reddington

can disappear without a trace,

then why wouldn't it stand to reason

that the money you framed him
with could disappear, as well?

Ilya, it's not that simple.

I think it is.

I had an idea,

one that would allow us to access

the money that was used
to frame Reddington,

and it was a lot.

- $40 million.
- $40 million.

That is more than we would ever need

to stay two steps ahead
of the... the KGB,

the Cabal, the Americans.

But Raymond would have to
show up in person

to access that money.

And since he died in my arms,

he won't be able to.

I don't think you're entirely
grasping what I'm suggesting.

What are you suggesting?

Becoming Reddington.

Mr. Reddington, welcome back.

What sort of withdrawal will we
be assisting you with today?

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Yes. It worked.

No, it didn't.

Ilya wasn't the one
who walked into those banks.

He's not the one who became Reddington.

I did go into those banks.

I impersonated your father
for a few days,

long enough to withdraw the $40 million.

Long enough for me to realize

how valuable a new Reddington could be.

- You're lying.
- No, Dom was lying.

He misled you into believing
I became Reddington.

He did that because
he couldn't accept the truth.

The truth is my mother hated Reddington.

She feared him. She didn't create him.

If she had, she would have known
Reddington's true identity,

but she didn't.

Or else she would have told me.

But she didn't tell you, did she?

Because I didn't know.

And I didn't know...

because I'm not your mother.

Who are you?

I was an operative.

What kind of operative

would chose to impersonate
someone who's being hunted

by the most lethal organizations
and criminals in the world?

I never chose to be her.

That choice was made for me.

I was just an asset.

It was my job...

until it became a death sentence

handed down to me by your grandfather.

Your judgment means nothing to me.

I know what I did and why I did it.

You destroyed her life and family.

To save my child and grandchild.

I made a calculated and brutal choice

to value their lives over hers.

And it worked.

What worked?

Nobody believed your mother was dead.

The KGB were still looking, the Cabal,

the Americans, Neville Townsend.

By then, I had vanished.

You were safe.

I was hidden.

They were looking,
and they would have found you,

and I wasn't willing
to take that chance.

So he called me to Belgrade.

Her enemies have pooled their resources

and put a bounty on her head.

They're calling it
the Townsend Directive.

Dom, I...

I can't help you.

You made a promise.

To Katarina.

You told her you would look after Masha

if anything happened to her.

Yes, but I cannot call off Townsend,

and he will not stop looking.

Sure he will. He'll stop looking,

and so will the rest of them...
If Katarina's dead.

You want me to kill your daughter?

I want you to hear my plan.

You were the plan.

Yes. Ilya called me.

By then, we'd worked together
on a number of assignments.

We were friends.

I trusted him.

Her real name is Tatiana Petrova.

To the outside world,
Katarina was a phantom.

Hardly anyone knew
what she really looked like.

So I did what Dom ordered.

Ilya called me to Belgrade.

It was a simple assignment.

Drive into the city,

deliver a package to Dominic
at Vukov station.

She has to die.

It's the only way to protect Masha.

Dom had leaked
that his daughter was staying

at a local inn. Released a photo.

We knew the KGB
and others were watching,

and if they saw the explosion...
If they saw her die...

Then the world would stop looking,

and my daughter would be safe.

But I didn't die.

My husband did.

We didn't know he'd be there.

The world believed
I was Katarina Rostova...

My identity, my real name,

became one of my aliases.

And the real Katarina Rostova...

stayed hidden.

Years later, when
Reddington finally found out

what Dom had done
to this innocent woman,

he was horrified.

He was guilt-ridden.

He was right to feel guilty.

It was his fault that a plan
was needed in the first place.

Reddington was my knight
in shining armor.

He tracked me down.

Financed my life in hiding for years.

He protected me, and I was grateful,

until I found out that he was
also hiding your mother,

or knew where she was.

So I came for him.

I had to hide because the world
thought I was your mother.

But if I could find her...

if I could prove to the world
that I wasn't Katarina Rostova,

I could have my life back.

And he was the only one
who could give me that.

But it was you...

Your questions,

your belief that Katarina
might be out there...

That woke me up,
brought me back to life.

I wanted a second chance.

To stop running.

If Reddington had the truth,
if he knew where she was,

I had to get close.

And nobody was closer to him than you.

So I used you...

...used your love for your mother

to help me discover where she was.

That's why he killed you.

Because Dom told you
how to find my mother.

Where are you?

Why won't you find me?

I know you have to hide,
but not from me.

I've made so many mistakes.

But abandoning you wasn't one of them.

I would never do that.

But you're not here.

No.

Long before your grandfather
tricked Tatiana...

Almost from the moment I knew
I couldn't be with you...

I...

created someone who could be.

You created someone.

Raymond Reddington.

You know his real identity.

I do. I always have.

Tell me.

I will. But before I tell you the who,

- you need to know the why.
- No "before."

I've waited long enough.

I'd given you to Sam Milhoan
thinking that would be enough,

that you'd be safe.

But I quickly realized that wasn't true.

The people hunting for me
were also hunting for you

as a way to get to me.

I couldn't look out for you,
not while hiding.

And Sam couldn't do it alone.

So you re-animated your mark.

Brought my father back from the dead.

If he wasn't dead,

you'd never know you'd killed him.

No one knew your father was dead.

The KGB, the FBI, CIA...
The entire alphabet was looking

for the man that they thought
had betrayed his country

and abandoned his family.

Which meant they were chasing
a man who never existed.

But what if he did exist?

What if Reddington was real?

If he was, I could use his story
and all that it provided

to protect my daughter

while watching over her from a distance.

So I constructed him.

Someone powerful and feared.

Someone who traded in the very secrets

that could help him
monitor the danger around you.

What does that mean, constructed?

It meant turning to criminals.

It meant creating a persona.

It meant a complete transformation.

The KGB, the CIA, the Cabal,
they all believed

that Reddington
had changed his appearance,

so a perfect double was never needed.

What was needed was intelligence.

The kind of information

that Reddington was accused of stealing.

Which meant turning to a friend.

I used her security clearance.

Backdated the breach.

When the KGB did finally learn

classified intelligence was
missing, she would be blamed,

which didn't matter,

because she was already gone.

13 packets of intelligence
that could be used

to blackmail and leverage anyone
from the Russian Vory,

to captains of industry,
to heads of state.

Greed and corruption trickle down

and turn into crime
on the way to the gutter.

Deals were brokered
for politicians, criminals.

Intelligence was traded
for intelligence.

Soon, classified NOFORN docs
were showing up in Maghreb.

Islamabad. Beijing.

What emerged was an intelligence network

that was built for one reason...

To keep you safe.

My safety.

Which came at the expense
of people I loved.

And people you didn't even know.

For nearly 30 years,
he funded my life in hiding,

and I was grateful,

until you started asking questions

that suggested your mother was alive.

She came for me.

Tortured me.

Got me to tell her
where your mother had gone,

where she was living, her new identity.

And Reddington killed her

so she couldn't tell Townsend the truth.

Yes. 'Cause he was afraid
if they found out,

they would become a threat
to you, to your daughter.

Which is exactly
what Townsend became

after I told him the truth.

This story is all about you, Masha.

Protecting you.

And then protecting your daughter.

Okay.

Now we have the why.

Now I want the who.

Who is he?

Who became Reddington?

And where have you gone?

You're my mother, but you
let someone else watch over me,

let me believe you were dead,
but you're living.

- Where?
- Raymond!

- Where are you?
- Elizabeth, we need to leave.

Wait! No!

Answer me. Who became Reddington?

Elizabeth, we have to go.

- Who is he?
- Townsend's here!

- We have to go.
- No, I need more.

Who took his identity?

Who? There's more!

There's no more if you're dead.

If you're dead.
If you're dead.

Dembe, we need to get to the Nest.

We're almost there.

She needs a doctor.

You know
what she needs even more?

A mortician.

It's ironic.

You devoted your life to protecting her,

and in the end, she betrays you.

Relax. That's it.
Keep breathing. Keep breathing.

You wanted to use the...
The tracking chip to find me?

She made it possible
for me to use it to find you.

Elizabeth. Stay with me, okay?

- Keep breathing.
- By the way, where are we?

A nest in Latvia.

- Even for you, this is a tad dramatic.
- Elizabeth, stay with me.

She and I made a deal.
She would lead me to you,

and in exchange, I would let her live.

- Unfortunately for her...
- Elizabeth.

...deals are made to be broken.

- Talk to me.
- Radley says you're on-site.

Am I clear to send the extraction team?

Clear as ice.

On its way, sir.

And, sir... congratulations.

Hmph.

Killing her
won't bring your family back.

I always wondered how you gathered

such an enormous amount
of intelligence all these years.

This is quite the operation
you've built.

It's yours if you help her.

Ah, no, no, no. It's... It's alright.

Of course, it's nothing compared
to your commitment.

The decision to live
as Raymond Reddington,

to give up your life
to live as someone else.

I-I can't imagine
loving anyone enough to do that.

I have other facilities.
You can have all of it.

I haven't slept through
the night in 25 years.

Tonight, I'll sleep like a baby.

I'll give you whatever you want.

Whatever I want?

If you help her, yes. Anything you want.

All I want is for you to watch her die.

Hurry, Raymond!

Help her get down the hatch.

Aah!

Okay.

There's a first aid kit on the cabinet

and a bottle of vodka in the freezer.

We'll get you properly sloshed

before we go poking around
in that wound.

Is there another way out?

No. The hatch is the only way.

Here. Take a sip.

As a rule, I don't live with regret.

But what happened
to your family was a horror.

That should never have happened.

When I first got the Sikorsky Archive,

I was young

and careless with some of the materials

that would eventually put you
and your family in harm's way.

I didn't kill them,
but even inadvertently...

...you're right to believe that...

I was ultimately responsible
for their deaths.

I appreciate that.

A deathbed confession
is always very moving,

but it won't commute your sentence.

Oh, you had a bite at that apple.

You won't get another one.

I have Elizabeth to thank for that.

I guess my years of dedication
had some impact after all.

So much for irony.

I've waited years for this.

I can wait a few minutes to...

To break through
some flimsy hatch in the floor.

I should tell you that, uh,
the intelligence packets

weren't the only things I acquired

from my Eastern Friend.

As I mentioned, I was young,

and whatever the hell vim is,
I was full of it.

My appetite was voracious.

And as the Soviet Union fell,
I gorged myself.

On information.

Money. Weapons.

Women. Men.

Everyone wanted something,
and I wanted everything.

Including a nest in Latvia.

I mean, why not?
Riga's a beautiful city...

The Rundale Palace
puts Versailles to shame.

The country is home

to more than 7,000
breeding pairs of storks.

And, well, it's a nest.

Built at the height of the Cold War.

This facility is capable of withstanding

a 20-megaton blast.

Well, not the entire facility.

Just the... What did you call it?

The flimsy hatch in the floor. Ah.

Where the Ruskies would take cover

in order to repel the ugly Americans.

And here we are.

You're American. You're ugly.

And I'm about to repel you.

How much longer?

- A minute. Maybe less.
- Make it less.

You see, the thing
about buying a Soviet Nest

is that it comes fully loaded

with herring, vodka,

and chlorine trifluoride,
which of all the chemical gasses

is, of course, the most flammable.

What are you gonna do?

Destroy all your intel?

The source of your power?

The source of my power is right here.

She won't be destroyed.

Certainly not by the likes of you.

Oh...