09x22 - Marvin Gerard (No. 80) Conclusion Pt.2

[bunniefuu]

Red, we have to go.

Not without Marvin.

Right now, there's half
a dozen cops in here.

In the next five minutes,
that number's gonna triple.

Then we better find him.

COOPER: (ON PHONE) Dembe,
any sign of Gerard?

I'm sorry, Harold.
I think Marvin's gone.

- How'd he get out?
- ARAM: Hang on.

We may not know where he is,

but I think we can figure out
where he is going.

Check this out.
According to records, three private jets

were scheduled to depart from
that airport over the next minutes.

What do we know about the three?

ARAM: Two corporate jets,
one for an insurance company,

one for a hedge fund,

and both of those make regular
trips to and from Culpeper.

But this one is owned by some
kind of shell holding company

based in the Philippines.

It was scheduled to land and depart

all within minutes
of Marvin's arrival.

What's its scheduled destination?

Aerodromo Rizal, an airfield

about minutes outside Camaguey, Cuba.

DEMBE: (ON PHONE) If that's Marvin's
plane, it's still here on the ground.

Nothing was cleared to take
off after the evacuation started.

It's not, because it never landed.

That plane was still
on approach to Culpeper

when the security alert was called in.

Air traffic control waved it off.

It was diverted?

To another private airfield
miles north.

Then that must be
where Marvin's heading.

I'm leaving now. Send me the location.

Agent Ressler's still in the area.

I'll reach out to him
and have him meet you there.

I don't know how it happened,

but Fisker wasn't there
and Reddington was waiting!

(SIGHS) Well, find out
where the hell he is.

I'll be in Camaguey by morning.

I need us to be in the air
as soon as possible.

Just leave the bottle.

- Mr. Gerard?
- Can we wait till we take off?

Pilot just got word that federal
agents entered the terminal.

They must know you're here.

How do they know we're here?

(SIRENS WAILING)

♪ ♪

- FBI. Show me your hands.
- What's this about?

Oh, you've got to have some idea.

If not,
you wouldn't be standing in the doorway.

This plane's been grounded.

♪ ♪

FBI. Who else is on board?

What? Oh, my God, what's happening?

Who else is on board?

N-Nobody. We're just preparing.

Our passengers haven't arrived.

Marvin Gerard. Where is he?

I don't know who that is.

Agent Zuma is gonna question you.

We need everyone off.

We'll wait at the gate
until he gets here.

k*ll the engines. Seal that door.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- (g*n COCKS)
- RESSLER: Hello, Marvin.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I'm sorry you're angry
that we got to him first.

You didn't get to him first, Harold.

I had him, and you
took him away from me.

I would have done the same
and probably will.

I know it's hard to accept,
but this is how it has to be.

Someone has to be held accountable,

and if it's not Marvin,

Main Justice will go after Harold.

It's not hard to accept, Cynthia.

It's unacceptable.

He is mine to deal with.

You'd really rather k*ll him?

Even if it means I go to prison?

I don't see either of those
outcomes as being inevitable.

But let's be clear, Harold.

You made your bed with
every crime you committed,

with every day you let pass

without coming to me for assistance,

so now you have no right
to put me at grave risk

because you acted
with reckless disregard.

- Disregard for what?
- Disregard for what?

That conversation could begin
and end with Agnes alone.

Elizabeth entrusted you
with her daughter.

You took her in.

- You promised to protect her.
- That's right.

- Enough.
- No, I want to say this.

I can't defend my mistakes,
except for to say

I committed them all for one reason

to stay out of prison,

to somehow prevent that girl
from losing another parent.

You've made a bigger mess of this

than either of you realize.

That man is my attorney.

Do you have any idea how clever a person

you'd have to be to fill that position?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Normally I'd let one of my
people question you, Marvin,

but I wanted to do this myself.

Doesn't sound like
I'm in for questioning.

It sounds like you intend
to gloat or vent.

I'm not gloating, Marvin.

To be honest, I'm bereft.

The loss of Elizabeth,
the brutality of it,

especially coming from you,
takes my breath away.

But you're right, I will take
personal satisfaction

in watching you go to prison.

You tried to destroy me.

I'm not going to prison, Harold.

If you don't realize that yet,
you will soon enough.

You're wrong.
There's no deal coming, Marvin.

We don't need your cooperation.

We have Raymond, and he can
tell us anything you know.

He can, but he won't. You're a puppet.

The federal government sees %

of the Reddington organization,

the % he allows you to see.

The rest, the full scope
of what we built together,

is a criminal masterpiece
the likes of which you,

respectfully, don't have
the talent to comprehend.

Let me guess.
You'll tell me all about it

in exchange for less time in a cell?

I don't plan on telling you
anything, Harold,

because you are an underling.

I'm not even talking to you right now.

I'm talking to her.

Hello, Cynthia.

You really think she's listening,

after what you did
to Elizabeth and to me?

Yes, Harold. I do.

♪ ♪

Relax, Carolyn.
We're on the move. Chuck?

The courthouse?

Of all the places for us to meet.

I'm aware of the risk.

The fact that I took it
should be all the indication

you need of just how urgent this is.

I spoke with my father.

How is Alfred?

He's alive, and in a pretty good mood,

considering his prostate's
the size of a grapefruit.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, he's .

You could have k*lled him at ,

so he knows he's living
on borrowed time.

I'm glad I didn't.

Why didn't you?

He never likes to talk
about your arrangement.

Sounds like Alfred.

God knows I've done far worse to others

for stealing a fraction

of what he embezzled
from my organization.

Why didn't I?

You.

When I found out that
he was only stealing

so he could afford
to help his only child

pay for law school...

You saw an opportunity.

Well, I don't know about that.

It's easy to be prophetic

when you're older and looking back.

At the time, I just liked your father

and decided to call it
an investment in the future.

My future.

It's a strange feeling
knowing my legal education

was paid for by a criminal.

It's not so bad, Carolyn.

I may be a criminal,
but I'm also the most wanted.

It's nice to be wanted.

So this is it? The payback?

You're finally asking for the favor

my father promised you
in exchange for his life?

Parenthood is a remarkable thing.

The selflessness of it.

Your father risked
everything to help you,

and I'm sure wanted nothing in return.

But I'm not your parent, Carolyn.

So, yes.

It's time.

Okay, Mr. Gerard.

We all see what's happening here.

You went to w*r with Reddington

and you lost, and now you're
looking to damage your enemy.

Mm, not exactly.

You're a senator, Cynthia. Think bigger.

No?

I'm not interested in
damaging Raymond Reddington.

I'm interested in replacing him.

You want to say that again?

MARVIN: Come on. We all know that

this arrangement you made with Raymond

is a lot more than
the government bargained for.

He's uncontrollable.
He continues to commit crimes.

The task force is,
frankly, off the rails.

Is that so?

Are you kidding me?
The assistant director of the FBI

is responsible
for half a dozen felonies.

Yes, because you targeted
and blackmailed him.

No. I mean, yes, I did do that,

but Harold always had a choice.

He didn't have to break the law.

He could have refused,
but he didn't. Why?

Because Harold is the way he is

after all these years
of working with Raymond.

Oh, that's rich.

I'm offering you and your bosses

the chance to start over.

I'm the man behind the curtain, Cynthia.

I run Reddington's organization,

which is why I can deliver
the same end product.

I can maintain the blacklist.

I have access to the same intel

and can be a far more reliable partner

to the Justice Department
than Reddington ever was.

You m*rder*d Agent Keen, framed Harold,

and now you want
to use the chaos you created

as proof that we need a change?

I'm the better option.

That's not clever.

It's insidious.

Is it? My offer is simple.

He's out. I'm in.

I get his deal, and in exchange,

I continue to provide Main Justice

with a steady stream of criminals

you don't even know exist.

And what happens to Reddington?

That's the best part.

Main Justice gets what
it always wanted, arrest him.

Drop him in a hole somewhere.

This task force
will never work with you.

That's true. That's why we've
got to get rid of them, too.

We start a new task force,
the Marvin Gerard task force.

You honestly think the
Attorney General will go for that?

I do, and if we hurry up,
we might even be able

to get this thing up and
running by the end of the week.

COOPER: Main Justice
has Marvin in lockdown.

Instead of a detention center,
they sent him to the Cooler

while he waits on the Attorney
General to decide on his offer.

- The Cooler?
- That's inmate talk

for Calvin Coolidge
Correctional Facility.

He's being closely guarded.

He's only allowed in his cell
or the prison library.

Because he's representing himself?

It's a nightmare scenario.

COOPER: It may get even darker.

If Marvin's offer is accepted,
Raymond will be arrested.

What happens to us?

I don't know. I assumed
you'd all be reassigned.

If I'm not being prosecuted,
maybe they'll let me retire.

What do you mean, if you're
not being prosecuted?

We did what they wanted.
We arrested Marvin.

That was never a guarantee.

RESSLER: The irony is,
now that we've found him,

we have to protect Marvin
against Reddington.

COOPER: One of us is going to prison.

If Raymond kills Marvin,
I don't like my chances.

I can keep an eye on Raymond,
see what he's planning.

Great. I'll go with you.

Alina. You can't be in the field.

And I won't be. I'll be in the car.

Come on, now I can't even
do surveillance?

What's the latest?

I'll be seeing a top neurologist in D.C.
later today.

If he clears me, I'm back.

If not, this could be
my last assignment.

Okay. But stay in the car.

♪ ♪

He's just sitting there.

How long ago did he leave?

DEMBE: Ten minutes.

He left the warehouse
and drove straight here.

He's less than half a mile
from where Marvin's being held.

That is probably not a coincidence.

Hang on. There's
another car approaching.

♪ ♪

What's happening?

Reddington's talking to the driver.

I don't recognize him.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

I'm sending you photos to run
for facial recognition.

DEMBE: He obviously knows
who Raymond is.

Wait a minute. Reddington's
handing him something.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

It's cash.

- For what?
- ARAM: Okay, I got the photos.

All right, I'm running his image

through bureau databases now.

There he is. A Lieutenant
Theodore Heneveld.

He's a guard at the Coolidge
Correctional Facility.

Unbelievable. Reddington
really is gonna k*ll Marvin.

Do you want us to move in?

ARAM: Negative. You're staying
in the car, remember?

Actually, both of you,
get back here now.

So now what?

I think Marvin's in serious danger.

ARAM: Get out to Coolidge,

and when Heneveld shows up
for work, arrest him.

Bring him in for questioning.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

♪ ♪

Can I help you?

Are you him?

I'm gonna need a little more
context for that question.

The others say you're Marvin Gerard,

Mr. Raymond Reddington's
personal attorney.

I know Raymond.

And you are?

He knows me by the name Wujing.

You're Wujing?

The most prolific assassin
who ever worked

for the Chinese state security service?

May I sit?

You've m*rder*d more American
operatives than I can name.

What am I gonna say, no?

(CHUCKLES)

Why are you here?

I'm not gonna be here very long.

How about we just keep this about you?

Well, I'm serving a life sentence

with no chance of parole.

My only hope of seeing
my kin and my country again

is to escape this... place.

Yeah, well. Good luck with that.

I don't need luck.

After years of planning,
I'm finally close.

We have succeeded in placing
someone on the inside,

on the transport team
at the Bureau of Prisons.

I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that.

The next time I'm taken
to the courthouse,

this inside man will be
waiting to set me free.

And you're telling me this because?

You are a lawyer.

Not just a lawyer, Reddington's lawyer.

That means you must be brilliant.

And you are brilliant, yes?

Yes.

Well, my lawyers have tried
and have been unable

to secure for me
a trip to the courthouse.

They have filed motions
and each one has been denied.

All I need is a reason for the judge

to grant me some form of hearing.

Ineffective assistance of counsel.

Your lawyers have tried
everything except

for the one motion that means
they're terrible lawyers.

If you claim that your own
lawyers are incompetent,

I'll be you dollars to donuts,
you'll get your hearing.

So, you are Marvin Gerard.

You're damn right I am.

That look tells me you have news.

Good or bad?

Only kind you get around here, Harold.

Good and bad.

I can guess the bad.

The Attorney General wants
to take Marvin up

on his offer to replace Reddington.

You don't seem surprised.

On the contrary, I'm stunned.

Every time I think I know
how stupid Main Justice can be,

I discover there's a new low.

The AG's not stupid, Harold.

He's embarrassed.

Not too many people know
about our deal with Reddington,

but of those who do,
there are plenty who think

it's beneath our government's
integrity to partner

with a criminal of his stature.

I've heard those arguments.
They're theoretical.

Those people don't experience
the reality of our association.

No, what they experience
are classified briefings

about the crimes he still commits,

briefings about the death of Agent Keen

and the felonies being committed

by the Assistant Director of the FBI.

No, they don't get a sense
of the full reality,

but what they do see
makes them want to cringe.

Reddington's out.

Arrest warrant's been issued.

The AG expects you
to take him into custody

next time he's in your company.

And us? You're out, too.

There's a new task force
being sourced as we speak.

You said you had good news?

Well, then I undersold,
because it's not good.

It's great.

Main Justice has agreed
not to charge you.

- On which counts?
- All of them.

It worked, Harold. They're happy.

They feel smart and in control.

Congratulations.

The moment Marvin's deal takes effect,

their promise to you becomes binding.

ALINA: What'd you do today

before your shift stared, Mr. Heneveld?

Nothing.

A secret meeting with the
most wanted man in the world?

A jury might consider that something.

DEMBE: Your career is over, lieutenant.

The only question now is
whether your colleagues at work

will end up guarding you.

Hope you were good to the inmates.

Save the heavy hand for the next guy.

I'm not making this any harder
than it needs to be.

What was the meeting about?

I'll tell you, but you won't believe me.

Try us.

He wants to break into the Cooler.

Apparently, his lawyer's
being held there,

and he wants to meet
with him off the record.

Why'd he come to you?

Because he knows I move
contraband in and out of there.

One of the inmates, Flody Pascal,

his cousin's high up
in the Quito cartel.

They built a passageway from the outside

so they could send him things.

A passageway? You mean a tunnel?

I don't know.
There's a vent behind the boiler

in one of the sub-basements.

They leave stuff behind the grate.

I get it and distribute it,
no questions asked.

The passageway has to be big enough

for a person to pass through.

Reddington knows the access point.

I'm supposed to be waiting
at the grate to let him in.

You were right.

Reddington won't stop
until Marvin's dead.

Can you imagine the hubris

to break into a federal prison
and m*rder an inmate?

We'll get Gerard out of there.

We have to transport him
to the courthouse

so a judge can sign off
on his immunity deal.

In the meantime, Agent Zuma and I

will make sure that tunnel's shut down.

Raymond's not getting into that prison.

♪ ♪

I almost destroyed my career
a thousand times in this job.

I figured I'd finally do it

when I came face to face with
whoever really k*lled Elizabeth Keen.

I honestly think I'd do it
if I were the only one

- who'd pay the price.
- You'd k*ll me?

Probably. But then Cooper
would end up going to jail

and Agnes Keen would lose
another parent.

It makes me sick,

knowing that you're gonna
get what you want.

What I want?

You think this is what I want?

I didn't b*at Reddington. We both lost.

I would have worked for him
till the end.

Now I'm an informant.

Well, at least I am until
Raymond exacts his revenge.

He's trying.

Insanely, we're the ones protecting you.

You can't protect me.

We can. Reddington had
a plan to get into the prison.

As we speak, we're shutting it down.

He had this plan, this time.

There will always be another.

One day, one will succeed.

Blanket immunity.

You know, I thought you'd be happy.

I'm gonna take the deal, Donald.

But let's be clear,

this is the worst day
of what's left of my life.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Judge Grunwald's chambers.

Understood. I'll tell him.

- They're early.
- Nobody's here yet, Your Honor.

Should be just a few more minutes.

That was Tim Post, the Chief
Judge's clerk on the line.

Judge Marquez would like to see you.

Fine. Schedule it.

No, I mean now.

Now? I'm about to start a FISA hearing,

my courtroom is closed,

the parties are here, almost.

Yes, Your Honor.
It's a special circumstance.

I gather that's why the judge
would like a word

before you begin.

Call the U.S. attorney, push
the start time by minutes.

If the defendant arrives
before I get back,

you can have him wait in here.

With his attorney?

He is an attorney, representing himself.

I'll be back.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

Plenty of room for a person
to pass through.

Get him out of here.

I want this block evacuated and sealed

while we complete our investigation.

What's wrong?

It just hurts,

knowing there won't be
justice for Elizabeth.

I had to arrest Marvin.

It's the only way I could
keep my promise to Agnes.

What promise?

It was the first night
she came to stay with us.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(KNOCKS SOFTLY)

Did you eat anything?

Charlene thought you might be hungry.

What you got there?

Did you make that?

My mom and I made it together.

Well, I like it.

Can I get you anything else?
Another blanket, maybe?

Agnes, I guess first,

I, uh, I want to say how sorry I am.

I loved your mother,

and I'm so extremely sad
that she's not here.

But I am, and so is Charlene,

we're so very glad
to have you here with us.

I think your mother picked us
because she thought

that we could be a good family,
and I think she was right.

And I promise, we're not going anywhere.

Except maybe the kitchen.
That sandwich looks good.

It's a wild horse.

My mom would always say that

if she had to go away for a while.

Wild horses.

Like a code for how much
we loved each other.

- Wild horses?
- Couldn't drag me away.

It's a song.

By the Rolling Stones.
One of my favorites.

I hope one day you'll feel
that way about us.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

That we would be there,
that we wouldn't go away.

That's what I said.

Now, to keep that promise,
I'm standing by

and watching her mother's k*ller

get away with it.

Excuse me.
Agent Ressler with the Bureau.

This is Marvin Gerard.

Mr. Gerard, I'm afraid His Honor
had to step out for a moment.

- That's fine.
- Our start time's

been pushed minutes.

In the meantime, you can go on in.

I'm sure the AUSA is on his way.

I'll be right here.

♪ ♪

Your Honor, my clerk said
you wanted to see me?

Jeffrey, thanks for coming.

I understand you're about
to start a classified hearing.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hello, Marvin.

Your judge had to step out,
so I'll be judging you today.

Well played, Raymond.

Task force thought they
figured out your plan

to get to me at Coolidge.

Yeah, well, cat and mouse.
Cat and mouse.

How did you convince
the judge to step away?

I didn't have to.
He was summoned by his boss.

Marquez, right.

I knew you had a hook
into the Chief Judge,

I just didn't see the play.

You always were
a great strategist, Raymond.

You were always a great consigliere.

What a sad end

to our association, our friendship.

Is that what I hear in your voice,
Raymond? Sadness?

In part.

For what it's worth, Marvin,

I understand your turn of events.

The betrayal is unforgivable
and you'll die for it,

but it's understandable.

After all, my feelings for Elizabeth

weren't always rational.

I was often emotional
rather than pragmatic,

and you weren't entirely wrong to wonder

if Elizabeth was capable
or worthy of running things.

Not entirely wrong, or even slightly.

Still, however subjective
my decision was,

the objective truth
is that it was mine to make.

You voiced your objections.

You'd already made up your mind.

And once the choice was made,

it was your obligation
to live with it, Marvin.

Even if it meant watching everything
we built crumble before my eyes?

Yes.

No.

I wasn't your servant, Raymond.

I was your partner.

We created an empire together.

I may have been in the shadows,

but it was my life's work, too.

You had no right to have
been so reckless with it

and blindly expect my loyalty.

I loved you, Marvin,

but we were never partners.

You worked for me.

I valued you. I pulled you close.

I wanted and needed your help
and friendship.

I never dreamed that
it would cost me Elizabeth.

You never dreamed

that I would have the courage
to defy you.

I wonder how many cowards
have gone to their graves

insisting on their own courage.

You think I'm a coward?

Marvin, if you wanted Elizabeth dead,

you could have done it yourself
in a thousand dignified ways.

Instead, you used Vandyke.

You let him sh**t her down in the street

to hide your involvement.

You targeted Harold
because you were afraid

the task force would help me
discover what you'd done.

I was brave enough to go
to w*r with you.

Only because you had
nowhere left to run.

Framing Heddie.

Creating the specter of Kate Kaplan.

Those were acts of cowardice, Marvin.

The Department of Justice
may hope otherwise,

but you are not me.

You can't hide from me.

You can't best me,

and God knows
you could never replace me.

We are sitting in a federal courthouse,

and I have the power
to put you down like a dog.

No deal could ever protect you from me.

Then do it.

♪ ♪

I've had enough.

You're right.

I can't b*at you,

and I never really wanted to try.

♪ ♪

Hi, Abby. Thanks for
the heads-up on the push.

- Judge back?
- Should be any second.

The defendant's waiting inside.
You can go on in.

♪ ♪

Oh, perfect timing.
Gentlemen, sorry for the delay.

Thanks for your patience.

- No problem, Your Honor.
- Why don't we get started?

("WILD HORSES" BY
THE ROLLING STONES PLAYING)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Childhood living ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Is easy to do ♪

Is it true?

Marvin's deal was approved by the court.

Char, it's over.

Oh, my God. You're home.

- Oh.
- For good.

We almost lost you.

I'm so sorry for that,

and for what I had to allow
in order to fix it.

Marvin's free.
He's being released as we speak.

I don't care.

And I'll tell you what else...
Agnes won't either.

When she grows up, she'll understand.

- Is she still awake?
- I'm not sure.

She was trying to wait up for you.

♪ ♪

♪ You know I can't let you ♪

♪ Slide through my hands ♪

♪ Wild horses ♪

♪ Couldn't drag me away ♪

I told you, kid.

♪ Wild, wild horses ♪

I'm not going anywhere.

♪ Couldn't drag me away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I just need a minute.

Just give me one minute, okay?

Leaving so soon?

Told you I wouldn't be here long.

I've sent the motion.

If this works, I'll owe you.

It'll work.

And my friend Raymond,

will he help me get out of the country?

No.

Have you asked him?

I didn't have to ask, Wujing.

I didn't have to ask

because Raymond is not your friend.

He's the reason you're in here.

What do you mean?

He's a confidential informant.

He has an immunity deal with the feds.

He feeds them criminals like you,

and he keeps his freedom.

You're not alone.

There are people in prisons
all over the world

who have no idea that
Raymond is the reason why.

How can this be true?

I had a feeling that you might say that.

I made you a list.

Wait!

Why are you telling me this?

I thought you worked for him.

He thought that, too.

♪ ♪

I understand congratulations
are in order, Harold.

So it seems.
Thank you for coming, Raymond.

Have a seat.

Agnes is asleep.
She'll be sorry she missed you.

♪ ♪

Marvin's deal went into effect
a little while ago,

as did the promise for Main
Justice not to prosecute me.

It worked, Raymond.

Bringing him in brought me my life back.

And yet you seem troubled.

I am, because the devil's bargain

came with a hefty price.

Marvin's freedom. And your arrest.

I was ordered to place you in custody

the next time I saw you.

I see.

You're here because I have
no intention of doing that.

Apparently I have one crime
left to commit.

Letting me go?

That's very sweet of you, Harold.

I appreciate the warning,

though I'm certain it's unnecessary.

It's true, Marvin's deal
did take effect.

I had to make sure of that,

but he won't be cooperating
with the government.

COOPER: I don't understand.

RAYMOND: No, I don't suppose you do.

Marvin and I said our goodbyes today.

You spoke with Marvin today?

How is that even possible?

MARVIN: Then do it.

I've had enough.

You're right.

I can't b*at you,

and I never really wanted to try.

It'll be done, Marvin,

but I won't be the one to do it.

Out of respect for our history,

I'm going to give you what
you never gave Elizabeth,

a chance to leave this world
in whatever way you choose,

a chance to make it painless,
to put your affairs in order

and say goodbye to those
who would grieve your passing.

And if I refuse?

Then you and I would get
the answer to a question

I've been asking myself
since the night Elizabeth d*ed,

what will I do
to the person responsible?

How dark is the blackness

at the center of this hole in my heart?

I'm not sure I really want
to know that, Marvin,

but if need be, we'll find out together.

You may not pull the trigger, Raymond,

but if I die,
it's because you k*lled me.

I devoted everything to you,
to your vision,

to what I thought was our vision.

A life of crime with a common purpose,

to help keep the world

from slipping into the kind of evil

we know humans are capable of.

I thought we were together in this.

We were.

No, Raymond, because to me,

it was the most important thing,

but to you, it wasn't.

I am so proud of what we built, Raymond.

It's what I lived for.

But in the end,

I realize it was never
really my life at all.

(g*nsh*t)

♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

Cynthia? Come in.

What's wrong?

Are you all right?

Why do I have a feeling you already know

what I'm about to say?

Say it anyway.

Marvin Gerard won't be cooperating

with the Justice Department.

And why is that?

Because I just heard he left prison,

got into his car, and sh*t himself.

My God, he's dead?

I spoke to the Attorney General.

The promise stands.

He won't punish you

because Marvin did something
out of your control.

I'm sure there's more.

There is.

He's rescinded his order
to have you arrested.

Mm. Surprise, surprise.

He's just being practical.

He doesn't like it,
but he knows we need the blacklist,

and if Marvin can't deliver it,

he's willing to stay the course.

Like none of this ever happened?

None of what, Harold?

I've already forgotten.

You really are quite something.

At the moment, what I am is tired.

I'm going away for a few weeks
to take the sisters home,

eat some peyote,

set up the telescope,
look at the night sky.

Who knows, maybe I'll find a new star

to name after you, Harold.

I'll let you know.

Please give my love to Agnes.

Don't forget what tomorrow is, Raymond.

Harold, I'll never forget
what tomorrow is.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Here goes.

It's been three years
since we lost Elizabeth.

In some ways, it's gotten easier,

but in most ways, it still hurts.

There goes my hope of doing
this without crying.

And, uh, this part won't be any easier.

After a lot of careful reflection...

...I have decided
to take some time away.

I do not know how long,
but I do know away.

So what's your plan?

My plan is no plan.

I found a cool place in Brooklyn,

and I plan to go up there and just,
you know, ride my bike,

do New York, eat lots of pizza,

look at the people,
maybe a Broadway show.

Anyway, I know we are here
to talk about Elizabeth,

but I've been wanting to tell you guys.

I think she'd like that idea.

I remember when I saw she was a profiler

and I asked her to profile herself.

What did she say?

She described someone similar and yet

so, so different from the
woman I grew to know and love.

I didn't like her.

I mean, I came around,

but she really got to me.

COOPER: Alina, you made it.

How'd it go with the Bureau neurologist?

Well, not like I expected.

Apparently, my headaches
have been getting worse

because of a pretty serious
medical condition.

I'm pregnant.

- Oh!
- Oh, my God!

Congratulations!

Pete must be over the moon.

So the headaches aren't permanent?

They don't know,
but they don't think so.

Still, if it's okay, I'd like
to take a medical leave

from the task force
until we know for sure.

You'll be back in the field
before you know it.

Maybe.

Or maybe life's got other plans.

Once the baby's born, either way,

I'll be great.

Dembe? I think you're up.

Would you care to say anything?

It was a little different for me,

because my relationship with Elizabeth

was always in terms of Raymond.

I remember when Elizabeth was
several years younger

than Agnes is now.

Raymond and I went to a soccer
match she was playing in.

The match was a disaster.

All these girls
running this way and that.

A lot of missed goals
or goals made by accident,

but it was so much fun.

And after it was over,

I don't think anyone really
cared or knew who won or lost.

Everyone was standing around,
having snacks and juices,

comparing scrapes and bruises,

and there was a lot
of noise and activity,

but suddenly, I heard this laugh.

This sort of expl*sive,
spontaneous laugh,

young and so full of joy and infectious,

but also familiar.

It was Elizabeth.

But I turned to look next to me,

because just for a second,
I thought it was Raymond.

(CHUCKLES)

And some years later,
just before Elizabeth d*ed,

we all spent a few days together in D.C.
and New York...

Raymond, Elizabeth, Agnes,
myself, and Mrs. French,

just hanging around, talking,

eating, playing board games,
walking in the park.

We went to a couple of museums,
got ice cream,

and we just laughed with each other.

Agnes, Elizabeth, and Raymond.

This funny, little family
who all share that laugh.

This one, big, generous, mischievous,

loving, hungry, wanting, tragic heart.

♪ ♪

♪ I go straight towards them all ♪

♪ Why am I always running ♪

♪ Into a burning ♪

♪ House ♪

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

♪ Why am I always running ♪

♪ Into a burning ♪

Be safe.

♪ House ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Go back inside
and call off the sirens ♪

♪ There's nothing to see here ♪

How much further to the courthouse?

Not long.

♪ I'm in control ♪

♪ I've been here before ♪

♪ I swear all the smoke will clear ♪

The ministry has a plane waiting.

You'll be in Beijing this time tomorrow.

Oh, we're not going home.

Not until I find and k*ll
Raymond Reddington.

Reddington? Wujing,
you can't do that alone.

We won't have to.

I have a list of others

who will be glad to join the fight.

♪ Why am I always running ♪

♪ Into a burning ♪

♪ House ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪