All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S06E12

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

**

Harold Cooper
to see the president.

Do you have any idea
how this happened?

Sir, we don't have
much time.

How Germany's
chief intelligence officer
could die in FBI custody?

I don't know,
but Reddington does.

And he'll tell us
if you stay his execution.

DIAZ: We need to work together
to keep this tragedy
from becoming a...

A diplomatic crisis.

And we need our allies to know
that everything will be done

to find out what happened
and to apprehend those
responsible.

Reddington knows
who that is.

Director Cooper,
I don't think you understand

the sensitivity
of this matter.

You want everything to be done
to find out what happened.

The only way to do that is
to call off the execution.

You're sure that Reddington

knew how to stop
the assassination.

I'm not. A man about to be
executed will say anything.

COOPER: That is not
what happened here.

He knew the truth,
and you chose to ignore it.

I suggest
you watch your tone.

Ava Ziegler may have died
in FBI custody,

but she died

because you refused
to spare Reddington's life.

How dare you
speak to me like that!

Like I'm responsible
for this?

I am the President
of the United States!

It's too late for Ziegler,

but if you call off
the execution,

we will find
her assassin.

I've given you
my answer on that.

Then let me
give you mine.

If you let Reddington die,

I will be obligated to inform
my German counterparts

that their
compatriot's blood
is on our hands,

a fact I'm certain
they will consider
an act of aggression.

Is that a threat?

It gives me
no pleasure to make it,

but, yes, sir, it is.

And if you don't
make that call in
the next 60 seconds,

I'll make good on it.

Do you have
any final words?

**

I'll save my words
for the next life.

EXECUTIONER:
On my instruction,

the execution team
will administer the injection.

**

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

**

Please tell me someone's
gonna answer that.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Yes?

**

It's done.

(RESSLER SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Keen.

I can't imagine what it must
have been like being there.

Hey, Liz.
I'm here with
Samar and Aram.

How are you holding up?
He did it. He called.

Who... Sorry.
What are you
talking about?

The President.
He stopped it.

What do you mean?
The execution.

He called it off.
Wait. Wait. Wait, wait.

Mr. Reddington's alive?

They took out the IVs,
and he just walked away.

RESSLER:
That's incredible.

Did the warden say why
the President did it?

I don't know
if he got clemency
or a stay or what.

But all I know
is he's alive.

Will you tell Cooper?

I'm pretty sure
he already knows.

He was at the White House
all night,

trying to change
the President's mind.

Diaz may have stayed
his execution,

but Cooper saved
Reddington's life.

**

Congratulations.

You've given a psychopath
a second lease on life.

The President made
the right call.

You put a gun to his head,
and he cried "uncle."

What's the hold-up?

We're good on our end.
Just waiting on Terre Haute.

You can go.
Please.

I don't know how this ends
for Reddington,

but I know how it ends
for you,

and it isn't pretty.

(BEEP)

Harold. Aren't you
a sight for sore eyes.

You remember Anna McMahon
from Main Justice.

Yes. Like my first STD.

You have not been
granted clemency.

You've been given a stay,

48 hours to find the person
who killed Ava Ziegler.

If you succeed, your immunity
agreement will be restored.

If not, your execution
will proceed.

Has that understanding
been memorialized in writing?

I'm reviewing
the paperwork now.

If Harold is satisfied with
the language, we can proceed.

McMAHON: The particulars
are as follows.

The press has been told
the stay was granted to study

the USP's administration
of lethal injection.

(LAUGHS)
As far as they are concerned,

you will remain
in prison.

So whatever you do
in the next 48 hours

must be done in secret.

You will be in the custody
of Director Cooper.

He is responsible
for you.

For his sake, I suggest
you try your best not to kill,

maim, or torture anyone
for the next two days.

As long as I'm not
left alone in a room
with you, I'll be fine.

Is 48 hours enough time
to find the assassin?

McMAHON: I'd think it was
more than enough time,

considering all
your assurances

that you knew how
to apprehend him.

Thank you, Harold.
48 hours is ample.

During that time, you will
wear an ankle monitor.

Both Director Cooper and I
will know your location
at all times.

If you try and escape,
we will find you.

If you disable the device,
the director
will be prosecuted

for aiding and abetting
a fugitive.

You have 48 hours.

**

Starting now.

It was pubic lice. Crabs.

Caught them
on Hammamet Beach
in Tunisia.

She was a Vassar girl
traveling with a bunch of pals
from the French house.

Two years after graduation,
and they were still making up
for lost time.

My God. What a weekend.

But like you,
they get right in there

and feast away
without mercy

until you want to douse
the whole area with kerosene

and set the little varmints
on fire.

Sorry. You and the crabs,
not the Vassar girls.

**

REDDINGTON: You've been
genuinely hospitable,

but I sincerely hope
we never meet again.

You're a lucky man.

People make their own luck,
some more than others.

I make
a prodigious amount.
Mmm.

What was this
all about?

The President wants
an assassin found.

I know how to find him.

McMAHON: Cooper doesn't
know it, but he might
have done us a favor.

The stay makes it look
like you actually want
the assassin found.

You know, I got into politics
to root out corruption.

I was an idealist who was
gonna change the world.

And you have,
for the better.
Right.

Try telling that
to the German people.

We did what we had to
to keep you

where the country
needs you to be.

So, Reddington...
What's our exposure?

None. Our associate has
obtained the second target

and should have the dossier
within the hour.

Reddington knew Ziegler
was gonna be killed. How?

And if he knew that,
how can you be sure

he won't know how to
find our associate?

**

How's the First Lady?

That's a problem
for tomorrow.

Today's crisis
is Reddington.

48 hours is a long time.
That's the length
of your stay.

I have a considerably
shorter timetable in mind.

What does that mean?

It means you have nothing
to worry about.

(ELEVATOR DINGS, DOORS OPEN)

Good night,
Mr. President.

Please give my regards
to the First Lady.

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

**

Ohh! I can't believe
you're here!

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)
Raymond, welcome back.

So where is he?
Who?

The assassin who killed
the German spymaster.

Ah! I have no idea.

What? But you said...

I said what I had to
to survive.

Is it just me,
or is this

an absolutely
spectacular night?

You seriously have
no idea where he is?

None whatsoever.

We only have 48 hours
to find him.

Ahh.

(OWL HOOTS)
(CHUCKLES)

**

I suppose we should
start looking.

RESSLER:
I always knew you dealt
from the bottom of the deck,

but cheating death,
well, that's impressive.

I didn't cheat death.
I cheated the President.

Get the others.
We're on a clock.

Man, am I glad
to see you.

Thank you for
everything, Harold.

What ever happened
to telling him you knew
he was an imposter?

I didn't get
the chance to.

Didn't get the chance
or, uh, decided not to?

I'm gonna get
Samar and Aram.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey. Um...

You're incredible.

You can't leave the bike
in the living room.

No, Your brain,
it is incredible,

the way it's been able
to compensate.

We've talked
about this.

Actually,
we haven't, not...

Not this. These, uh...
These incident reports.

My incident reports...
The ones you fished
out of my trash.

The cross-outs,
the misspellings,

uh, organizing thoughts,
expressing yourself.

You know, I know
you had reached out
to a speech pathologist,

but I had... I had
no idea how rapid
the decline has been.

Now you know.

We have to tell
Mr. Cooper.

No, we don't
have to do anything.

This is my choice.
It is my problem.

I know that you're
worried about me,

but you have seen me
in the field.

I wouldn't say
it's incredible,

but I am compensating,

so please just
let me handle it.

Reddington's back.
Cooper wants us.

**

RESSLER: Let me...
Let me get this straight.

You bluffed your way
off death row?

I exaggerated.

That you knew how to find
the assassin, which you don't.

The Corsican is the last piece
of a very complicated puzzle.

The Corsican.
Uh, Bastien Moreau?

Isn't he the sociopath
who tried to bomb the U.N.?

The very same.
Tried to bomb the U.N.

and killed Germany's top spy.
What's the connection?

As I said, he is the last
piece of the puzzle.

We've already gotten
all the other pieces.

I'm quite confident
we'll get him.

"We've" gotten
the other pieces?

Yes.
You have been instrumental
in putting it together.

After all, I was in prison.
Except when I wasn't.

Your competency evaluation,
you requested it because

you wanted to be
transferred to that psych
ward in Springfield.

Indeed. One of Moreau's few
known associates was there.

Mad as a hatter,
but I had reason to hope

that if Moreau were
planning something big,

the madman might have
a lead to follow.

General...Shiro.

COOPER: The bug man.
REDDINGTON: Yes. Dr. Nikkila.

DR. NIKKILA: People who
poison the planet

present a mortal danger
that must be eliminated.

(COUGHS)

REDDINGTON: After you got
the good doctor in custody,

Dembe discovered
that he'd sent an ampule

of his toxic bug juice
to Moreau in London.

Armed with the address,
Dembe broke into his flat

and found that Moreau
had wired $5 million

to Axion Cryptosolutions.
RESSLER: The Cryptobanker.

LIZ:
Who deposited the money

in Jonas Kruger's account
at the Banque Vertrauen.

ARAM: As payment for intel
and his credentials

so that Moreau could get into
Ava Ziegler's hotel room.

SAMAR: Where he used
the bug toxin to poison her

before she had a chance
to meet with Senator Wade
and present a dossier

documenting an impending
attack on America.

Did you know all this
from the start?

God, no. All I knew was that,
without an immunity agreement,

I would have to leverage
my way to freedom.

Luckily, that's exactly what
this conspiracy provided.

A conspiracy to
attack America how?

I don't know. And Moreau
has the irksome habit

of killing
anyone who does.

Or trying to.

We stopped the bomb
at the U.N. from going off.

If Moreau was trying
to kill someone

who knew about the conspiracy,
that person is still alive.

Could you please
put that away?

(CHUCKLES)

As soon as I have
the dossier.

COOPER: Aram, pull up
the incident report

from the attempted bombing.

I want a list of everyone
who was in the conference room

where Moreau
placed that device.

Copy. Here.

RESSLER: A diplomat?
A member of the secretariat?

Him! That's him.
Christopher Miles.

Security consultant.

Former MI6.

REDDINGTON:
If there is a dossier,

he's precisely the kind
of intelligence officer
who would compile it.

But he's very discreet.

If we're going to get to him,
we're going to need some help.

**

There's a safe
behind the mirror.

Slowly.

**

(BEEPING)

(LOCK DISENGAGES)

Step back!

How many copies
are there?

None.
I destroyed the others.

I so wish
I could believe that.

You have my word.

And your word
will be enough.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)
Ahh!

(GROANING, GASPING)

**

As soon as I'm satisfied

that you understand
the consequence
of lying to me,

then your word
will be just fine.

So, do I have your word
that this

is the only copy?

Married his stepdaughter.
Woody Allen.

Uh-huh.
Yes.

He's a Scientologist.
John Travolta.

The other one!
The other one!
Tom Cruise.

Yes!
Yes!

Fatal Attraction.
Uh, Glenn Close.

The guy in it.
China Syndrome.

Uh, the guy with the father.
What father?

He got throat cancer
from oral sex.

What?
Not Michael Douglas.

(REDDINGTON CHUCKLES)
Reddington.

Most people get it
from smoking.

He got it from
cunnilingus.

You should be dead.

Christopher Miles.
Where might we find him?

Reddington?
Raymond Reddington?

Honey, what's
this all about?

You must be
Marty's wife.

He spoke of you
so often during our
time together in Greece.

Uh, I-I didn't know
he was ever in Greece.

Come with me.
Uh, I'll get you the address.

Please excuse us.

**

How do you play?

Greece? Really?

What?
You did speak of her.

Or mentioned her.
Over coffee that last day.

Given the way you
chewed through Mykonos,

I'm surprised you
don't have throat cancer.

What do you want
with Miles?

Information.
That's all.

He's a good man.
Mmm.

I mean him no harm.

But as my resurrection
depends on my finding him,

I'll harm anyone
who stands in my way.

Ah.
(IMITATES SLURPING)

A drink.
"Ahh!"

No. Um...
(CLEARS THROAT, PANTING)

Drinking.

(COUGHS)
Thirsty.

Good.

(DING)

Uh... Um...
(IMITATES SNORING)

What we're having.

(GASPS)
Ahh! Ahh!

HELEN:
I'm sorry. I-I can't.

Dembe.
It was "having a nightmare."

Sorry to break
things up, pal.

Oh.
Thank you for playing.

**

Elizabeth, Christopher Miles
works out of an address
near Columbia Heights.

Dembe is sending it
to you now.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

35 hours and counting.

I'd say things are
going quite well.

We should celebrate, yes?

(CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

You have it?

I do.
When do I get it?

MOREAU: As soon as
I'm satisfied
it's the only copy,

I'll take it to
the drop point.

Good. Because we have
a new problem

that requires your full
attention... A loose end.

I don't leave
loose ends.

Yeah? Then why is
Raymond Reddington

telling the Department
of Justice he can deliver

the assassin who killed
Ava Ziegler?

Raymond Reddington?

He's in prison,
about to be executed.

He's out because he convinced
the American government

he can find you
in the next 48 hours.

You can't let that
happen.

You want me to kill him.

Reddington knows
everything.

He's jeopardizing
our entire operation.

We've come too far
to stop now.

I'll find him.
You won't have to.

**

I know exactly
where he is.

(VEHICLE DOORS CLOSING)

(RADIO CHATTER)

OFFICER: We got here
to secure the perimeter

and heard screams
coming from the second floor.

I put a spotter
across the way.

Said he ID'd
two figures, male.
Moreau?

It could be he's taking care
of some unfinished business
from the U.N.

Our best guess is our
perp is Bastien Moreau,
60, white male.

If it is him,
he's holding this man hostage.

Christopher Miles.
We need them both alive.

RESSLER: We're breaching
two separate entry points.

Team Alpha with Navabi.
Team Bravo with me.

We've got
civilians everywhere,
so watch your step.

Let's make this fast.
We breach on my go.

**

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

**

MAN: (DISTANTLY) FBI!

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING
CONTINUES)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING
CONTINUES)

SAMAR: FBI! Don't move!

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)
MILES: Ohh!

(GROANS)

(GLASS BREAKING)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING
CONTINUES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

RESSLER:
Navabi, where'd he go?

The fire escape. He's gone.
We need a medic, now!

**

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

Stay with me. Hold on.

**

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(WEAKLY) The dossier.
We'll find the dossier.

He has the dossier.
We'll find it.

Password.

Password?

(GASPING)

Fox...glove.

Foxglove?

Hold on.
Stay with me.

**

Can I get you
anything else?

Yes. Some more deviled eggs
and another Manhattan.

I thought one would suffice,
but we're celebrating,

and I definitely need another
if I'm to get the job done.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Elizabeth.

I just talked
to Ressler.

Moreau got to Miles
before we could.

Now he's dead,
and Moreau got away.

And the dossier?
Gone.

You were right about Miles.
He compiled it.

Before he died, he told Samar
it was password-protected.

Did he give her
the password?

Yes. "Foxglove."

But it doesn't do us much good
if we don't have the dossier.

Foxglove.

**

MOREAU:
Mr. Reddington.

It's so nice to finally
make your acquaintance.

Do you like magic?
I love magic.

Card tricks, coin tricks,
close-up magic.

Even those guys
with the tigers.

I heard they
trained their cubs
by masturbating them.

Is that even
conceivable?

I'm sure it's just
a vicious rumor.

But talk about a commitment
to one's craft.

A tiger?
Quite a handful.

What are you
talking about?

You.
You're the tiger.

A wild creature someone
is trying to stroke.

A magic trick is a con,
and you're the mark

in the middle of
a very complicated one.

And the only reason I'm still
alive is because you know it.

You could have
tracked me down anywhere.

In a dark alley,
in the bathtub.

Instead, you came here,
to a public place.

Why?

Because you know
you're being had.

I'm listening.

Let's start with
how you found me.

You were given access to the
signal from my ankle monitor.

Who has the access
to that?

You tell me.

My contract is
with the Black Fist.

Ava Ziegler
stood between them

and the resurgence
of German nationalism.

Pick a card,
any card.

How do you
fit into this?

I don't.

But I can show you
how the trick works,

which is why she
wants you to kill me.

She?
I know her
as Anna McMahon.

Red hair, green eyes,
no heart.

The magician who made
you think you were
furthering your agenda

when, in fact, you were
furthering hers.

We have
the same agenda.

Killing Ziegler
advanced it.

And Christopher Miles?

He knew too much.

And his dossier?

Well, now you also
know too much.

I know you haven't read it,
because you can't decrypt it.

But I can.

**

You think a terrorist group
hired you to kill Ava Ziegler

because she uncovered
a plot to resurrect
German nationalism.

I think someone
in the U.S. government

hired you to kill her

because she uncovered a plot
against this country.

But there's only one way
to know for sure.

(TAPS TABLE)

**

(BEEP)

**

I never like to know
how a magic trick works.

Spoils everything.

**

This has been
quite enlightening.

For you.

How about returning the favor
by letting me read it?

I'm letting you live.

That's favor enough.

**

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Is it sexual assault
with a tiger?

Apparently, one of the divine
creatures thought so.

Mauled one of those guys.

Looks like Moreau
might do the same.

Elizabeth.
We got nothin'.

No leads on the Corsican.

I know his next target.

How? Who?

Uh, hold on.

Cooper and Ressler are here.
I'm gonna put you on speaker.

Okay, say that again.

You said you know
Moreau's next target?

Anna McMahon.
From Main Justice?

Why do you think
he would go after her?

Because she just
sent him to kill me.

Okay. What?
A tactical error

she'll pay for
with her miserable life,

unless you roll out
or scurry on over

or whatever it is you do.

You have a lot of
explaining to do.

And I'll have plenty
of time to explain it
once he's captured.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)
Notify McMahon's office.

Find out where she is
and roll units

to her work
and home addresses.

Have you seen Samar?
Not since the raid.

COOPER: After what happened,
I wouldn't blame her
if she needed some time.

Neither would I,
but without saying anything?

Ressler, Keen.
Find McMahon.

Aram, you and I
will find Navabi.

**

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

**

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(KEYPAD BEEPS)
Where the hell have you been?

Slight delay.
We need results fast.

MOREAU: You want me
to handle Reddington.

That takes time.

But as promised, Mr. Miles
is no longer a liability.

And his dossier
is in my possession.

And there are
no copies?

None.

It's at the drop site
for you.

And now, I'm gonna go
and deal with Reddington.

Call me when it's done.
(KEYPAD BEEPS)

WOMAN ON PA:
...final boarding...

**

How much does
Reddington know?

Why?
Moreau paid him a visit.

It was supposed to be
conclusive. And it wasn't.

And you're worried
he may have turned.

Depends how much
Reddington knows.

Well, you should assume
he knows too much.

**

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

**

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

**

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

Excuse me!
You dropped something.

What?
You dropped something.

(GASPING)

Shh.

**

McMAHON:
Yes. I understand. Yes.

My office keeps
trying to reach me,
and now is not the...

(SIGHS) I don't care.

Just tell them
something came up and...

Uh, yeah. I need
to call you back.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

Forgive me.

But I thought I should bring
the dossier to you myself.

RESSLER: McMahon's office
still can't find her.

She's still not answering
her cell.

Moreau is motivated by some
warped political idealism.

He's a nationalist.

So why target a deputy A.G.
like Anna McMahon?

We'll find her, Keen.
We're about two minutes out.

And why go after Reddington?
How does he fit in?

What the hell did you do?

I read the dossier.

You told me you were part
of the Black Fist,

that my targets were obstacles
to German nationalism.

But that's not true
at all, is it?

(SIGHS) Please.
You lied to me.

No!
You used me.

That's not true.

Then why does this dossier

outline a plot
against the Americans?

**

What do you do for
the American government?

Why are you plotting
against your own country?

(TIRES SCREECH)

Expecting someone?

(VEHICLE DOORS CLOSING)

**

No! Please don't shoot!
Please!

I-I came home,
and he was in the house.

I-I don't know who he is.
I didn't see his face.

I-I didn't see his face.

Who's she?
I have no idea.

That's him!
He's on the move!

**

Stop! FBI!

**

(ENGINE STARTS, TIRES SCREECH)

FBI! I said stop!

Hands where I can see them!
Show me your hands!

(SIREN CHIRPS, TIRES SCREECH)

(SIRENS WAILING)

She said hands.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Take it easy.
Take it easy.

I've got a weapon
at my waist.

Turn around.
Put your hands on the car.

(RADIO CHATTER)
Come on.

Bastien Moreau,
you're under arrest.

I don't know
who that is.

You did all that work
to change your face,

and look where it got you.

I'm gonna be
a great asset for you.

I know a secret.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

**

(GUNSHOTS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Where'd it come from?
It came from the north.

**

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

**

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE,
HORNS HONKING)

**

ARAM: Hey.

I heard about
what happened.

How Miles died in your arms.
I... I'm so sorry.

SAMAR: So am I.

Yeah, I didn't know
you smoked.

I don't.
I quit five years ago.

Did you hear?

Uh, Moreau is dead.

Mr. Reddington's immunity
agreement is being restored.

He didn't.

What?

Die in my arms.
That makes it sound peaceful.

Like I was there for him.
Like I protected him.

I'm sure you did.

You always give people
the benefit of the doubt,

even when they
don't deserve it.

Which you do.

See?

**

Tell me.

It was like
a blinding light.

A white-out or...

Sensory deprivation...
Something.

It doesn't matter,
but the point is,

the only point is,

that one minute,

I could have protected Miles
and arrested Moreau,

and the next,
Moreau was gone,

and Miles was dying
in the arms

of the person responsible
for his death.

You are not responsible.

You tried to help me...

Moreau is. He shot him.

...to get me to do the
right thing, to tell Cooper.

Christopher Miles is not dead
because of you.

Aram, you always do
the right thing.

It's time for me to do
the right thing. I'm...

I'm going to
tell Cooper.

Good.

That's good.

I am sure
he'll understand.

Yeah. I know he will.
Right?

See?
That's right.

Listen. Everything's
gonna work out, okay?

It's gonna be just fine.
It's gonna be fine.

**

The new immunity
agreement is identical
to the ill-advised one

signed in September 2013.

You mean the one
that saved your life?

Because of it,
Reddington is our C.I.

Because he's our C.I.,

we were able to prevent
Bastien Moreau from
killing you.

I want to highlight
three conditions.

One, if you acknowledge
the agreement, it is revoked.

Two, if Reddington commits
a crime, it is revoked.

And three, if any members
of the Task Force

are aware that Reddington
is committing a crime,

they will be prosecuted
as co-conspirators.

And the young man Reddington
met in prison, Vontae Jones?

Yes. Mr. Jones
will be paroled

as a condition
of this agreement.

But let me be
very clear.

We do not work for
Raymond Reddington.

He works for us.
And by "us," I mean me.

Because once you sign,
my job will be

to oversee the Task Force
for Main Justice.

I'm looking forward
to that.

Your sarcasm
is duly noted.

And yet, I'm being
completely genuine.

You want me
to take the job.

I do, because
it's proven to be one

with an extraordinarily high
mortality rate.

Shall we sign?

**

It's official.
He's back.

Not quite.

First, he has to
break out of prison.

ANCHOR: We begin tonight
with a developing story.

Notorious fugitive
Raymond Reddington
is once again on the loose

after a daring escape
from federal custody.

Moments ago,
a Justice Department official

issued the following
statement.

After collapsing in his cell
earlier today,

prison officials were
transporting
Raymond Reddington

to a nearby hospital
for observation.

While en route,
Reddington overtook

two EMTs and a prison escort.

Reddington, who was just
moments away from execution

when concerns over the drugs
used in lethal injection

resulted in
a stay of execution,

has once again been placed on
the FBI's Most Wanted List.

Well, that was
a long three months.

Thank God it's over.
LIZ: Almost over.

You still haven't explained
why Anna McMahon

wanted to kill you
or why the Corsican
tried to kill her.

I don't know what the plot
against this country is,

but I do know she's
orchestrating it.

COOPER: The Assistant
Attorney General,

a top Justice Department
official,

plotting against America.

She sent Moreau after me

because she thinks
I know more than I do.

As she could track me
through my ankle monitor,

I was unusually
vulnerable.

Fortunately, Moreau
turned out to be

a man of deep
political conviction,

a nationalist who
killed for that cause
and that cause only.

McMahon hired him
under false pretenses.

When I set him straight,
he went to settle the score.

And got his brains blown out
for his troubles.

ARAM: We, uh... We have
no leads on his killer.

REDDINGTON:
And you won't get any.

His killer has
friends in high places.

Thank you.
For what?

You said we had
no exposure.
I'm not sure we do.

Which means you're
not sure we don't.

Until I do, I'm overseeing
the Task Force.

Everything they know,
I'll know.

As long as Anna McMahon
is sniffing up our skirts,

an abundance of caution
will not be enough.

If we're gonna uncover the
true nature of the conspiracy,

we'll have to engage
in active disinformation.

Lie to Main Justice
about what we're doing.

Wouldn't it be easiest
just to arrest her?

Based on what?
My word against hers?

The dossier was proof.

LIZ: Moreau confronted
McMahon with it.

Now he's dead,
and it's gone.

SAMAR: Or in her possession.

Moreau read the dossier.

As far as I know,
he didn't tell anyone

what was in it
before he died.

But he had the only copy,
and now it's missing.

You better find out
where it is.

**

It'll all be over soon.

COOPER: We have our work
cut out for us.

We know there are people
plotting against our country,

and at least three people
have been murdered
to keep that plot secret.

As is all too often the case,
we're looking
straight down the barrel

of what's wrong
with the world.

But tonight,
we're also witness
to something pretty great,

that the man we hate to love

lives to fight another day.

Yes.
Well, thank you, Harold.

Call me when
you have a lead.

I'm wheels up in 45.

Where are you going?
I have no earthly idea.

Anywhere but here.

I'd forgotten
how much this place

reeks of stress
and anxiety,

deodorized body odor
and old coffee.

* The old man's back again *

**

Was he talking
about me?

I'm going to
talk to Cooper.

Right. Of course. Do you
want me to come with you?

No. I'll do it.

Hey, it's, um...
It's the right thing to do.

I know.

**

Hey. You never
answered my question.

The reason you didn't ask him
who he really is, uh,

was it because you
didn't get the chance to

or because
you decided not to?

I decided not to.

You're just gonna let it go?
You're okay with that?

I am.
And I hope you are, too.

**

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Do you have a minute?

Of course. What's up?

I'm leaving
the Task Force.

**

I'm sorry to hear that.

So am I.

(INHALES SHARPLY)
May I ask why?

No.

Is there anything I can do
to change your mind?

I've loved working here.

The cases,
everyone's dedication.

And I met Aram.

Then why leave?

Because it's time.

Thank you
for everything.

**

**