09x20 - Caelum Bank (No. 169)

[bunniefuu]

I want to understand
how you move our money.

Well, I can be on site within hours

to begin withdrawing funds
from your Caracas accounts.

I convert to bonds
as an air gap safeguard

so that the liquid capital

cannot be electronically tracked.

I then reconvert for deposit,

and the funds are
controlled here digitally.

You can access your accounts
from anywhere in the world.

What guarantees do we have?

Of safety, security?

Your reputation precedes you, but...

We are not men you fail.

Gentlemen,

nobody can rob a bank
that's always on the move.

♪♪

Our portfolios.

You protect them with your life.

You understand?

I do.

I shall begin setting up
your accounts immediately.

In the meantime,

an attendant will be in
with some beverages.

(CLANGS)

♪

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING)

REDDINGTON: Mierce's
worked wonders for you, Weecha.

Your recovery so far

is absolutely remarkable.

What you both have
accomplished is a miracle.

Maybe it's time for me
to get back to work.

Weecha, you were nearly dead

a week ago.

You need to continue to rest.

Eat good food, take naps,

read a book, listen to music.

I belong out there with you.

You belong here getting
stronger with your sister,

if she'll stay.

I'm getting the cold shoulder.

She told me she still thinks

this place is no good.

For whom?

Any of us.

She needs time.

She said a fire ceremony

may help guide her path.

A fire ceremony

in an Airstream?

Exactly what does one of those entail?

Can you do it outside on the grill?

Raymond, stop it.

She said she needs to consult
the other side for guidance.

Who on the other side,
and what other side?

Mierce, we're right here.

- (KNOCKING)
- Yes?

- Marvin.
- Hello.

Oh, this must be the famous Mierce.

Hello. I'm Marvin.

Raymond has told me so much about you

and how glad he is that you're back.

Raymond says a lot of things.

Oh, did I come at a bad time?

I've experienced hostage situations

that are less tense than this trailer.

I keep visiting, and the trailer

seems to keep getting smaller

and smaller and smaller, and...

I don't know, I guess time will tell.

Keep your fingers, legs,
and eyes crossed.

But I sent you on a chase.

I hope it wasn't of
the "wild goose" variety.

Ah.

This is a statement of the
bank account in question.

The same one used to pay for the murders

of the Lacroixs and Reggie Cole.

You were right, it's a numbered
account held at Caelum Bank.

Heaven's vault.

Marvin, I haven't done any banking

with Harris Gramercy in, what?

Years. And no new accounts

have been opened in your absence.

You still hold several
accounts on that plane.

Those accounts are still active?

Yeah, we never closed them.

No place is safer than
Caelum for those funds.

Fair point.

Raymond,
someone had access to this account

and paid for those murders,

and they may also be responsible

for the death of Kate's sister, Maureen.

Problem is it's a joint account.

Electronic petty cash,

accessible worldwide
for operational expenses.

Do you know how many
of our people had access?

Like, where do we start?

We start on the plane.

The scary call is very much

coming from inside the house.

So you reached out to me?

Well, we've had experience
together with Caelum Bank.

Before you take on Gramercy,
you better be sure.

Someone paid for the
deaths of Reggie Cole,

Tyson Lacroix, Michelle Lacroix,

and used a Reddington account to do it.

This same someone
blackmailed Harold Cooper

and is almost certainly
responsible for Elizabeth's death

and probably the same for Maureen Rowan.

Look into my eyes.

I believe every word of it.

That's your assurance.

It's a bank on a plane,
actually several planes,

with one main branch with a
man named Harris Gramercy

as the chairman, president,
and head teller.

It operates like a ghost plane.

No flight plans filed
and no GPS transponder.

On top of which,

its onboard severs are
protected from outside interference

with elliptic curve cryptography.

No one is hacking
their way inside there.

I've never been this close to an answer.

I'm inches away, and I can't get it.

I need Harris Gramercy

to tell me who accessed that account.

And you and I both know
he's the only person who can.

Caelum works under strict secrecy.

Both the accounts and clients
are identified by numbers,

and only verified clients
may access the accounts.

Val Messick was the
assassin paid to k*ll

the Lacroixs and Cole.

He was paid with
Reddington's account .

So we just need the number

of the client who accessed it.

That's not gonna be enough.

We need to match a number to a name.

You can't force Gramercy to give
you information. That won't work.

Who said anything about forcing?

By the time I'm finished,

he'll be happy to give me what I want.

You're gonna run a con
on the president Caelum Bank?

I can't very well put a g*n to his head,

not with the friends he has.

Once we get him on the ground,

I'm sure Harris will be reasonable.

If we help you with this,

once this is over, the FBI keeps him.

Whatever you want. What do I care?

But you're losing focus.

Gramercy isn't the goal here,

finding Elizabeth's k*ller is.

My focus is clearing
Harold Cooper's name.

If the information on that plane

helped to vindicate that man,
that's my goal.

So how do we ground him?

Raymond has a plan,

but the FAA isn't going to like it.

Hey, um, can we talk? I have news.

Of course, but we're gonna need

to get on it to find this plane.

Right, I'm sorry,
but I heard from Main Justice.

They processed your review,

and they're revoking your field status

due to medical liabilities.

I can't let you work
this case, at least...

At least not in the field.

You know, I was talking
with a friend recently

about the first time
I ever flew on this plane,

and it was a turbulent ride then.

Of course that's also
a turbulent friendship now.

I guess no matter where you are,

you should prepare for rough air.

(CHUCKLES) Raymond,
you have a lot of money in this bank,

which is why I was
obligated to take this meeting.

So, what can I do for you?

I need a favor, Harris.

Oh, what's this? A cricket score?

(CHUCKLES) You know what it is.

You have every account on this plane

locked up in that safe
deposit box mind of yours.

That one belongs to me.

I need the name of the last person

who made a withdrawal from that account.

It's your account.

You should already know
who's accessing it.

It is my account, so you
should have no problem

telling me who made the withdrawal.

Oh, you know the rules. No names.
If my clients found out...

I'm a client.

It's my money.

Why would anyone else care?

If I were to give out one name,

the perception would be

that I'm likely to give out others.

If someone is accessing your money,

it's because they had
permission from you.

And if you don't know who that is, well,

I'm afraid there's
nothing else I can tell you.

(BEEPING)

RESSLER: How's the tracker holding up?

We've got him pinpointed
within a geographic meter.

You want me to what?

ARAM: Under Title II of
the Intelligence Reform

and Terrorism Prevention Act of ,

the FBI has authority
to investigate any threats

to national security pursuant...

What language are you speaking?

As acting director of an FBI task force,

I have a credible thr*at
of t*rror1st action

to US Route .

The Overseas Highway?

Ground all flight traffic. Now.

I've got six flights leaving Key West.

I've got a billionaire
landing at Key Largo,

and I've got a soccer team

sitting on the runway in Marathon.
You want me to...

Ground them all.

Or my next call will be to the Air Force

to ground them for you.

We can start with a plane that
is not on your ground radar.

I have its coordinates.

PILOT: Uh, excuse me, sir.

We've just been informed we're
currently over United States airspace

and must land under its authority.

Have they told you why?

No, sir. But we were
encouraged to comply

under thr*at of the US Air Force.

Well, then, by all means, comply.

Copy that.

Perhaps we should drink up.

Is this a problem?

No, nothing that a little talk or time

or perhaps a small donation can't fix.

I'm not entirely comfortable with

an unscheduled stop like this.

It was better than an F-

blasting the two of us out of the sky.

This feels unsafe, Harris.
Please fix it promptly.

I just need a moment to speak
to whomever is in charge.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OUTSIDE)

FBI. We have a credible thr*at,

and we've had to ground
all air traffic now.

If you gentlemen would give us a second.

We'll inspect your plane
and have you on your way.

Happy to assist a US agency.

Wait, I know your face.

I know who you are!
You're Raymond Reddington.

Who's he talking about?
Me? I don't know that man.

Redmond Rillington? I don't know.

- AGENT: Let's go.
- RESSLER: All right.

Everyone on this plane is under arrest.

REDDINGTON: What the hell
is happening here?

Hello, Val. How you been?

You're the fed who arrested me.

So what?

You've come to personally
escort me to detention?

See this?

I'm not escorting you anywhere,

and you're not going to jail.

This is a transfer order.

You're going to witness protection

because you snitched
on the people who hired you.

I didn't say anything.

This says you did.

And we had you on triple homicide,

so you must've really
given up the goods.

What are you doing?

You get handed over to WitSec,

they begin your paperwork for induction.

That process is long enough
that anyone paying attention,

like the person who hired you,

can get word that you snitched.

Then WitSec follows up with me,

and I suddenly have no record

of you helping on an active case.

That's when you're cooling your heels

in central detention.

You, a known snitch,
sitting in gen pop the length of time

it takes for me to make up my mind.

That's a death sentence.

I'm a man with a lot to lose, Val.

So I really don't care about you.

Now, I could misplace
this piece of paper,

and then you go to trial
like you're supposed to,

and no one is the wiser.

Triple homicide?

You'll be a big man on campus.

You might even make some
friends to keep you safe.

What do you want to know?

Who hired you and everything
you were paid to do.

Spare no detail.

I never got a name,

and you know what I was paid to do.

This van is leaving
in five minutes, Val.

Where do you want it to take you?

Okay.

There was one thing.

After I k*lled Michelle Lacroix,

I was supposed to go
to the Lacroix house,

but you arrested me first.

And do what at the house?

Burn it to the ground

and start the fire near Lacroix's desk.

I've had nightmares that begin this way.

I'm in federal custody.

My plane impounded

full of the most sensitive
banking data in the world.

Raymond, what the hell are we gonna do?

Calm down.

Federal or not, they're all just cops.

I can get us out of here.

How?

We haven't been given
our phone call yet.

A while ago, I won a game of roque

against the lieutenant
governor of Florida.

He owes me a huge favor.

One call gets the both of us
out of here, or just me.

I'm not giving up a client to you.

If the FBI starts
poking around that plane,

you'll be giving up
a lot more than that.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

You're a real villain, aren't you?

This villain can have you
airborne within the hour.

One name seems a small
price to pay for your freedom.

You know what?

This situation, as sudden
and horrible as it is,

seems to have greatly
improved your ability

to make requests, hasn't it?

What are you trying to say, Harris?

Under no circumstances known to
God or man will I cooperate with you.

Well, now you're just
being unreasonable.

It doesn't expose any
of your other clients

to tell me about a transfer
from my own account.

No, it exposes me,

because I represent something...

Trust.

Trust in me. Trust in my bank.

People come to me not
just to protect their money,

but to protect their secrets.

And I do not divulge names.

I am a man of my word.

And I'm a man of mine.

You should reconsider, Harris.

Is that a thr*at?

I'm Redmond Rillington.

I don't have to make threats,
I just have to speak.

(CHUCKLES)

This entire arrest is a sham.

I mean, were those even
real agents earlier?

I've got nothing to fear.

Just the man in this cell with you.

It was a nice speech you gave,

all that trust and trusting,

but you're certainly no
paragon of virtue, Harris.

I know where the money
in your bank comes from.

Criminals, w*r lords, drug dealers,

bankers, and politicians
who've defrauded nations.

Shall we find out if this mm is a sham?

Go to hell.

- (g*nsh*t)
- Oh!

Gee, I guess it's a real g*n after all.

We have to get in there.

That man may have the name of the person

who ordered Liz's m*rder.

So we do nothing?

Give it a minute. I'm not losing sleep

over some criminal banker.

Oh, where are the police?

Someone must've heard that.

But you called it, Harris.
There are no police.

This isn't even an active station.

That's why they brought us in
the back door. It's just you and me.

I need an ambulance.

I need a name.

I keep a backup log of all
transactions with a colleague in Riga,

just numbers on paper.

Oh, God.

I didn't want it to play out like this,

but now that it has,

just get me the name.

(DIALING)

It's me.

Ego confido in pecunia .

I need the transfer history

of account number .

Just... Just give me
the last line details.

Client , got it.

Okay, .

You know who it is, tell me.

Hawkins.

Hedwig Hawkins.

Heddie?

That can't be.

Numbers don't lie.

♪♪

Wait, I... I need an ambulance!

It'll be here.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

You followed me down here?

You are absolutely
incorrigible, sweetheart.

Your sister allowed this?

She didn't know I left.

She was out shopping for her ceremony.

Oh, my God, we are going to pay and pay.

At least give her a call,
let her know you're safe.

I told you you're not well enough yet.

If something happens...

You needed a ride, so sit back.

Thank you.

Jesus.

This is Federal Agent Zuma.

I need an ambulance for a g*nsh*t wound

at gulf and aviation right now.

This blood's dark. I think
the b*llet hit his liver.

I knew this would happen.

Look, we got the name, didn't we?

We did. God help Heddie.

This is all from Lacroix's home office?

I had an evidence team bag every
shelf and cabinet near his desk.

It's where Val Messick
was told to start the fire.

It stands to reason someone wanted

to make sure it b*rned
more than anywhere else.

I'll start at this end,
you start at that end.

You know why I'm here helping you

and not down in Florida
with the rest of the team?

I figured you'd tell me
when you were comfortable.

I've been demoted to a desk role.

The headaches?

I don't blame Aram.

He only did what I asked.
I was honest in my own review.

He did his job by submitting it.

But I'm frustrated.

Believe me, I know a thing or two

about feeling frustrated lately.

We just keep working.

How was Gramercy when you left?

RESSLER: Headed into surgery.

He'd lost a lot of blood. It was / .

It gets worse.

He realized it was a ruse
before Raymond sh*t him.

He didn't think we were real FBI.

Which means, if he survives,
we have to let him go.

It's the only way to
protect Mr. Reddington.

We need to protect Heddie.

Is it conceivable

she could be behind any of this?

DEMBE: All we have is an
account that led to her name.

We don't know enough yet.

Reddington will k*ll her.

He's already left one person for dead.

We need to keep Heddie alive.

I told Raymond, this isn't
just about the person

that ordered Elizabeth's death.

This is also about that
person framing Harold.

ARAM: Dembe's right.

Whatever Heddie knows,
whatever she's done...

She is Mr. Cooper's best chance.

We need to stay ahead of Reddington.

Does anyone know where Heddie is?

Miami. She has a condo in Miami.

There's a helipad in Islamorada.

I'll send a chopper.

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING)

♪♪

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

♪

- HEDDIE: You want that one?
- (SQUAWKS)

Oh, what a good girl.

One more strawberry. You want that one?

(GASPS) Good puppy. You want that one?

All I can hear right now
is Heddie's laugh.

All these years, that laugh.

Oh! No, no, no, no.

(CHUCKLES) It's Heddie.

I guarantee it's unlocked.

Voila.

(PARROT SQUAWKS)

She was just here.

And then she was tipped off.

Okay, I-I-I got out.

DEMBE: We'll be on the ground
in five minutes.

We'll pick you up around
the corner at Flamingo Park.

I'm on my way.

DEMBE: Is it true?

Is what true?

I-I don't even know
what I'm being accused of.

Did you have something to do
with Keen's death?

What?

How could you... Is that what you think?

Is that what Raymond thinks?

Okay, I don't know what's going on here,

but I never did anything
to hurt Elizabeth.

You have to believe me.

Dembe, come on.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Actually, Heddie, he's the one
you'll have to convince.

Raymond.

I know you have her.

We're just trying to keep her safe.

Do you know what she might
have been a part of?

What she could be responsible for?

Raymond, you're blinded
by anger right now.

You'd execute this woman
before you can get answers.

Harold is counting on those answers,

so is the rest of the FBI,

and so are you.

You cannot k*ll Heddie
before you get the truth.

I tell you what this reminds me of.

The coast of Madagascar in ,

on that stunning Spirit's Loop,

all that beautiful mahogany bright work.

What was it? , feet?

.

(CHUCKLES)

And then we saw the skiffs,

pirates out of Nacala.

I wanted to fight.

We were certainly armed for it.

High seas adventure.

But you insisted we stand down.

What was it you said to me?

Surrendering loses us nothing we'll miss

but gives them the world.

Not one sh*t was fired.

They took the boat,
the brandy, my Sea-Dweller...

I loved that watch.

You got another.

Spent six hours,
us and the crew in that tiny life raft.

Ah, Dembe,

I've always respected
your level-headedness,

your refusal to just say yes,

your willingness to put me in my place.

I hardly see how what I said
then applies to now.

No, I don't either.

I was just k*lling time
till we caught up with you.

(ENGINE REVVING)

♪♪

Hello, Heddie, let's go.

- All right.
- (GROANS)

You're coming with us.

(ENGINE REVS)

♪♪

Harold, take a look at this.

Lacroix had a hell of a
movie collection, right?

Then I opened this one.

ARAM: All right, there's
some minor security here,

just a password protection.

Give me a minute to go ahead,
and here we go.

It's loading now.

So what is it?

Looks like a digitized record
of payment of some kind.

Both Lacroix and
Reggie Cole were involved

in those civil settlement shakedowns.

Could this be that?

Got a lot of names here.

That scam must've been a lot bigger

than Lacroix and Cole.

Let's look for the names with
the biggest numbers next to them.

Here.

Lawrence Knell and Angela Sherwood.

Who were they?

Angela Sherwood for sure
and, yep, Knell, too.

They're both lawyers
at the same law firm.

Let's find out what they know.

Where are you two headed?

We got a lead. Maybe promising.
We don't know yet.

Can I come with you guys?

You don't know what you're walking into.

No, I can't let you.

It'd be a violation of bureau protocol.

And I have to pay attention
to that stuff now.

Sorry, Alina,
but you're out of the field.

MARVIN: I can't believe this.

Gramercy d*ed in surgery

two hours ago of a g*nsh*t wound.

Collateral damage
was always a possibility.

News is spreading like wildfire,

and his people knew
he was meeting with you.

I've got half the criminal underworld

asking me if my boss

m*rder*d the head of Caelum Bank.

Do you understand?

I do. I just don't care.

I have what I was after,
and I'm bringing her back.

Her?

It was Heddie, Marvin.

All roads led to Heddie.

And so help me,
she will atone for her sins.

I'm taking her to the warehouse

where I'm going to really get
to know my old friend, Heddie.

Well, if that's the case,

I might be able to add
to your interrogation.

How so?

When you asked me to look
into that bank account,

that wasn't the only digging I did.

Now, I don't want to speak too soon,

I still have to confirm something first,

but, uh, I may have a special guest

for you by the time you're back.

We'll be there in three hours.

We have your names here.

We have dollar amounts.

Reginald Cole was bringing
cases to Tyson Lacroix

who fraudulently settled those
cases and kept the money.

If the two of you weren't involved,

then you knew about it.
How long do you thin...

Can we stop you right there?

We know we're screwed.

We knew we were screwed the
minute you showed up at the firm.

We'll deal. We want statutory immunity,

and we'll tell you what we know.

This isn't difficult.

Give me a sample.

We can give you names,
more names than are in that document.

Lacroix might've kept records,
but he wasn't Claudius.

We can't give you Claudius, though.

We don't have that information.

Claudius? Who's that?

The mastermind.

The architect of the whole
damn spider's web.

He dreamed the whole thing up.

Forcing settlements while
never repping the clients

and pocketing all the money?

It was genius.

Every one of us kicked back a percentage

of every case to Claudius.

There must have been a way
you kept in touch with him.

Everything was done through
anonymous e-mails, burner phones,

real cloak-and-dagger-type stuff.

Personally, I never believed
there really was a Claudius.

Somebody somewhere would say
they met him or her,

but I never did.

Me neither.

Like I said, we can
give you other names.

KNELL: We can't help you with
the one name you'd really want.

Raymond, I-I'm innocent.

I-I don't understand what's going on,
but I'm telling you...

No, no, no, please,

I've heard every variation
on that theme before,

and I don't want to hear it again.

No more bloviating.

What does that mean?

It means I could wax poetic
about the nature of betrayal

or be begging your forgiveness
for the rest of this flight,

and you know what?

Either way,
I talk too much and so do you.

I'm tired.

So, please, do me a favor and shut up.

- (POPS)
- Ah.

What have you done?

You know everything
we're looking for depends

on the answers Heddie can provide,

not to mention you almost
k*lled Dembe and Ressler.

I most certainly did not.

The airbags deployed,
and their egos were bruised.

You can't say that for Harris Gramercy,
I found out.

That was poor luck, but it provided me

with one of the answers I'm looking for.

If you k*ll that woman,
we'll lose everything valuable

she has to say about
that's been going on,

including how to find
this mastermind Claudius.

I could never let her testify
in open court, Harold.

You know that.

What are you gonna do?

I'll hold my own trial.

Don't worry, I'll get
answers for the both of us,

you can count on it.

Agent Park, are you here to
make a claim for Heddie, as well?

I came to ask a favor.

(SIGHS)

I have a lot on my mind this evening,

but what can I do for you?

I want to help.

I was thinking,
with all that's going on...

You want a job?

Not a job, just to stay a part of this.

If you're close to Keen's k*ller...

I'm good at what I do.

Hmm, that's quite a
bold line for me to cross.

I admit I made that leap before,
but at the moment,

I'm swimming in hot water with
Harold and the FBI as it is.

The FBI doesn't want me anymore.

They've made that clear.

Alina, I can see you're suffering.

And with your maladies as they are...

- (LIQUID POURING)
- ...there's no task

I can afford or even feel
right about offering you.

You know, I've had about all I
can stand of people telling me

what I can and can't do.

I'm sorry, I've made enough
mistakes for one day.

You're making another one right now.

I can't help you today, Agent Park.

I need to attend
to another matter at hand.

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I can take care of myself.

WEECHA: Raymond, Heddie is waking up.

We'll talk tomorrow.

You should exit out the back.

♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

This is it.

Not one stone has been unturned.

The lawyers were a dead end.
Reddington has Heddie.

We can't give up.

I appreciate your faith,
but what else is there to do?

We do it all again.

All of this?

Park found that payout record
on a disc somewhere

where it wasn't supposed to be.

What else is here
that we might've missed?

We didn't miss anything.

You want to bet your life on that?

Or do you want to help me look again?

♪♪

♪

Didn't expect anyone to be here.

Oh, I guess I just love my job...

Double-checking Tyson Lacroix's entire

John Grisham movie collection.

You've been gone a while. You okay?

I went to Reddington
and offered him my help.

Don't worry. He rejected me, too.

I don't have a place there, either.

Of course not,
because your place is here with us.

I know desk work doesn't have
the thrill of the field,

but what we do in here,

it saves lives, too.

Help save mine. Right now,
I could really use you.

ARAM: Here.

Take the other half of this pile.

I think I'm going cross-eyed.

Marvin will be back in a moment.

Now is the time to speak freely.

You think that I had something to do

with Elizabeth's death?

But why?

What reason would I have?

History's full of unlikely
characters and unlikely events.

But how?

The coordination alone,
forget about the planning,

and you never found out?

That's something you actually believe?

You either had help
or you helped someone else.

Well, helped who?

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Or helped from who?

From where?

Do I look anything other than
hopelessly alone right now?

Raymond, this is Micky Croft.

Micky is the arms trade
along the Canadian border.

Yes, I know who he is.

Your reputation precedes you
as reasonable and reliable.

Likewise.

I was looking for any of our
people who might've been disloyal,

maybe shopped around their services,

and that's when I found Micky,
heard his story.

She came to me...

Has to be three years ago now.

Said she was looking
for employment opportunities,

said she was done
with how you ran things.

She showed me how you cook your books.

She's a real whiz with dodging tax law.

Yes, she is.

I only listened 'cause I thought she was

all the way gone from you.

Heddie?

What do you want me to say?

You never thought
I was anything special.

I was overlooked.

So I went hunting for work.

Should I be k*lled
for wanting a better job?

Micky, I appreciate you coming.

I won't forget it.

Now if you wouldn't mind
finding your way back out

to the comfort of Marvin's car.

MARVIN: Thanks, Micky.

♪

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Let's get on with it.

It's late. Sun will be up soon.

♪

Make it quick.

♪♪

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Do you want a moment?

For what?

Now we have to deal with the fact

that I k*lled Harris Gramercy.

His clients will be out for blood.

You want to deal with that this minute?

We'll fly to Latvia.

Several of his biggest clients
are based thereabouts.

If we can call a meeting,
perhaps we can plead our case.

Jet's waiting on the runway.

(g*nsh*t)

Marvin, you coming?

Hey, hon. I know it's late.

I'll be here a while.

They need me.

I'm watching a wedding video
of two people that are dead.

Hey, you asked.

Okay, I'll text you when...

Hon, I got to go.

One of the videos
was the Lacroix wedding.

Exactly as it was labeled, right?

Nothing to see there.

Except I watched it anyway.

You were right. It's not a thrill,

but damn it if desk work

isn't gonna save your life.

WOMAN: Okay, that's enough
embarrassing stories.

And now for someone who's very special

to both Tyson and Michelle,

a lifelong friend and Tyson's best man.

MARVIN: To Michelle and Tyson,
I love you guys so much.

May I only find my own Michelle one day.

To Michelle and Tyson.

May their marriage be blessed forever.

Cheers.

- So it's : a.m. in Latvia.
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

We have hours of flying time...

Hold that thought.

Harold. Where are you?

I'm on the plane.

Red eye to Riga.

Marvin's here, too.

Reddington, listen to me carefully.

You cannot trust Marvin Gerard.

Come again?

Tyson Lacroix and Marvin Gerard

were old friends.

They've known each other for decades.

Reddington, I can't
connect all the dots,

but something is very wrong.

Harold, I appreciate the call.

(BEEPS)

What is Edward doing?
Are we gonna take off soon?

He's probably flipping switches,
checking gauges,

plotting our course.

♪

What... What's going on?

What is this? I don't...
I don't understand.

I'm sure Heddie is as interested as I am

to hear how and why
you did what you did.

So I'm gonna have a drink.

- I'll pour.
- Hm.

And I hope your story is good.
Your life depends on it.

♪♪

MARVIN: I am the most loyal
to you and always have been.

But I never swore an oath
to Elizabeth Keen.

I never made it a secret
that I didn't trust her.

She was unworthy and unqualified.

To have her run things?

Over my dead body.

Careful what you wish for, Marvin.

Everything I did,

I did in the best interest
of your empire.

After Elizabeth's death,
when you took off,

I kept things going as best I could,

and I did a pretty damn good job.

When you came back, I...

I thought you'd finally be over it.

You've lived your life
with so much death and loss.

You've always gotten over it.

But you were utterly determined

to get to the bottom of how she d*ed.

And I couldn't let that happen.

I tried everything I could
to slow you down, to stop you.

I went after your money.

I had my own friends k*lled.

I went after Harold.

Nothing worked.

You just kept coming.

So then you went after me.

Serving you up, Heddie,
was a last resort

to protect my life with Raymond.

That's all I am anymore.

That's my life...

Raymond Reddington.

What a waste.

What a terrible, terrible waste.

♪ You'd better close your eyes

♪ Oh...

How did you figure it out?

I didn't.

♪ Bow your head ♪

I've gone over it and over it,

thought of it and thought of it.

I remember the day Elizabeth d*ed

better than entire years of my life.

I remember what she wore,
the smell of rain in the air.

The sound of her voice.
The last words she spoke.

The look in her eyes in that moment,

that last moment when she looked at me,

as if for the first time

seeing me for who I really was.

But I'd forgotten about the headache

until today when Agent Park
was in front of me

with her headache and a glass shattered.

All the time I spent agonizing
over that GPS tracker

that Elizabeth ingested,

where it came from.

But I'd forgotten
about Elizabeth's headache.

The morning of her death,

we stopped by your office
to sign some paperwork,

transfer some holdings.

We had tea.

She had coffee.

What was in it?

She got a headache,
and you gave her aspirin.

That's how you bugged her.

You did it right in front of me.

Why this ruse with Heddie
at the warehouse,

the... The g*nsh*t.

HEDDIE: I can answer that.

Raymond wanted to make you feel safe.

Feel safe for what?

To get you on the plane.

It'll be a nice, long flight,
give us time to clear

your offices and apartment,
the place at the beach.

Enough time to sift through everything

and decide what to do with you.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Don't you need to get that?

Actually, it's for you.

Excuse me?

When I drove to the warehouse,

I didn't know if I was in the clear yet

so I put a small
insurance plan in place...

Just in case.

(BEEPS)

♪

I sent a panic alert with
this watch five minutes ago.

If my sh**t doesn't hear from me

in the next two minutes,

he'll splatter her lovely
mind all over that trailer.

I'm walking off this plane,

and you are going to let me.

- Oh!
- Weecha!

Weecha! You'll k*ll him.

Stop it! Stop it.

(GAGS)

I never wanted any of this.

You've had an odd way of showing it.

You... You're the one
who showed me the way.

Those recordings you left for Elizabeth

telling her how to run things...

I ran them while you were gone.

I've run them since you've been back.

May the best man win, old friend.

Good luck, Claudius.

HEDDIE: Oh, Raymond, help! Please!

REDDINGTON: Weecha, Weecha, Weecha.

Weecha, Weecha?