08x09 - The Cyranoid

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MAN: [OVER PHONE] Thank God.

There you are.

Where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you.

Doesn't matter.

Just...

Just listen to me.

There were two men.

They know.

I don't know how, but they know.

They came to the nest asking about the contract.

They know where you are.

They're coming.

REDDINGTON: Elizabeth.

I think we're long overdue for a talk.

What Agent Keen has done is reprehensible.

Working to exonerate The Freelancer.

Using him to befriend a w*r criminal like Chemical Mary.

There's no defense of that.

But I think maybe I've confirmed a plausible explanation.

You mean besides revenge against Reddington for k*lling her mother.

I mean an explanation that matches what I know about Elizabeth.

That she wouldn't do any of this unless it was for a cause greater than herself.

In this case, outing a traitor to the United States.

N- .

Elizabeth recently stole a thumb drive from a safe deposit box of Reddington's.

We know that the drive contained intel compiled by a man known as Rakitin.

A hacker who may be working on behalf of the Russians.

The House intel chair thinks Rakitin was working somewhere in the U.S. government.

He was close to finding out where when someone hacked into his committee's computer and deleted all the files they had on Rakitin.

Do they know who did it?

They don't.

But I do.

Reddington.

Rakitin funnels stolen intel to N- .

The drive that Keen has contains stolen intel Rakitin was funneling to Reddington.

Two plus two equals Mr. Reddington is N- .

We think, but we don't know.

And we won't know until we find the real Rakitin.

That's right.

Fortunately, we have a lead.

To be precise, five leads.

The thumb drive Keen stole contained deep cover intel on a series of CIA assets stationed across the globe.

Wait.

You decrypted it?

Even...

Even the NSA couldn't decrypt it.

The NSA didn't have Reddington's thumbprint on a scotch glass.

You think one of these agents is Rakitin?

No.

But their identities were compromised by him, so I asked the House intel chair how many people in the Office of Intelligence and Analysis had the clearance to even know the identities of this many assets.

The answer is five.

I want their security clearances frozen and a full workup done.

One of these five is a traitor to this country.

- (ELEVATOR DOOR OPENING)

- I want to know who.

Maybe we should ask him.

(REMOTE BEEPS)

For now, this stays with us.

We can talk in my office.

Why so glum, Harold?

You all look like you're in a Bergman film playing chess with death.

Just housekeeping.

Come on.

I know you don't like coming here, so what you have to tell me must be urgent.

DEMBE: We acquired this recording late last night.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

MARY: (ON MOBILE PHONE)

It's me. Keen's willing to make a deal.

She wants to meet with Neville tomorrow here in D.C.

VANDYKE: (OVER PHONE)

He's not in the District.

MARY: Then get him here.

My life depends on it.

(PHONE BEEPS)

He'll never forgive you for this.

REDDINGTON: The man is an associate of Neville Townsend's.

I had a line on him and a tap on his phone, but the line's been broken and the phone disconnected.

This is all I know.

That as of this morning, Neville Townsend is in the District.

To meet with Elizabeth.

What we don't know is why.

So she could k*ll him, I suspect.

Townsend hunted her mother for years, forced her into hiding away from Elizabeth, who now wants revenge.

Why play me the recording?

Because it was made on a satellite phone, and we can't pinpoint the location.

So we're working together on this.

We are.

The risks are too great if we don't.

I've found one of

- Townsend's former bodyguards.

- (CELLPHONE VIBRATING)

My people are working him now.

Make no mistake, Harold.

By going after Townsend, Elizabeth is putting her life in grave danger.

DEMBE: He's is on the line.

He says it's urgent.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Tell me everything you can about this recording.

I'll have the NSA inspect the tapes with our low Earth satellites.

It came into the Townsend organization yesterday, : p.m.

You're overreacting.

They froze my security clearance.

And when I say "they," I mean Harold Cooper.

The drive that was stolen.

He must have accessed it,

which means he is coming for me.

Cooper needs to be stopped before that happens.

I said I'd take care of it...

and I will.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS, SNAPS SHUT)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

MAN: We're here for Mary.

Is Neville here?

Is he with you?

Open the door and we can talk.

(CHAIN SCRAPES, RATTLES)

(STATIC, RADIO TUNING)

WOMAN: But it's your stuff.

I mean, what do you want me to do?

WOMAN : The senator...

(STATIC CRACKLES)

Explanation.

It's being widely anticipated...

(DOG BARKING)

You okay?

I'm fine.

You don't seem fine.

Hey, camera two, scan that second floor again for me, will you?

WOMAN: You said that I could make it up in extra...

I know how hard this is for you.

The NSA said this is where the call came from.

Keen's here.

Point is, you're doing the right thing.

Seeing this through.

Bringing her in.

MAN: It's...

It's not a problem with the wiring.

Just make sure she doesn't get hurt.

Hey, unit two.

Third floor west.

VANDYKE: I know what was agreed to, but he changed his mind.

MARY: Just go with him, please.

WOMAN:

No.

Absolutely not.

VANDYKE: He's insisting.

WOMAN: I gave you very specific instructions.

- I was very clear.

- VANDYKE: And I realize that.

- He just make us?

- AGENT: I think he did.



- Should we move in?

- No.

Hold tight.

Park.

MARY: You understand why he's insisting on a neutral location.



- He has no reason to trust you.

- What do you think?

Lookout?

BEANS: Hey, lady.

These your friends?

That's her, Park.

That's her.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Getting you out of here!

Breach.

Breach.

All units, go now!

PARK: I'll take the north.

Keen lied.

It's a setup.

We're coming your way.

(g*nshots)

(GRUNTS)

(g*nshots CONTINUE)

sh*ts fired.

sh*ts fired.

Officer down.

(GRUNTING)

(g*n COCKS)

Stop!

Keen!

Put it down!

- (g*nsh*t)

- (GRUNTS)

OFFICER: I'm okay.

You wanna live, you come with me.

Park, they're on the street.

Moving west, headed your way.

(g*nshots)

(GRUNTS)

PARK: Freeze!

Don't move!

FBI!

MAN: Forget Mary!

Leave her!

PARK: Hands!

RESSLER: Elizabeth Keen.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Dead for all I care.

She grabbed you in France, used you to lure out Neville Townsend.

She grabbed me and befriended me, tricked me into believing I could trust her, when all she wanted was to use me to betray my brother.

Say that again.

Neville Townsend is my brother.

ARAM: A w*r criminal and an international fugitive.

Your parents must be proud.

RESSLER: Keen thought she was using you to trap Townsend, but you made sure it was the other way around.

I was minding my own business when she kidnapped me.

I've done nothing wrong.

Except use chemical weapons on men, women, and children.

I'm a research scientist.

If you can prove otherwise, arrest me.

If not, let me go.

That's not gonna happen.

Then I'm not gonna tell you what you want to know.

(CELLPHONE RINGS, BEEPS)

It's Cooper.

Harold, please tell me you found her.

Found and lost, I'm afraid.

Townsend got there first?

He got Elizabeth.

We got his sister, Chemical Mary.

Mary Bremmer?

She's Townsend's sister?

We have her in interrogation, but we're not getting anywhere.

Our Townsend associate is proving to be equally obstinate.

We're ratcheting up his Q&A, moving from paper to plastic.

You know Townsend.

What hope does she have?

He's a very dangerous man.

Elizabeth kidnapped his sister, and now he has Elizabeth.

If I were her, I'd feel pretty hopeless.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Any word on Agent Keen?

No, but we found Rakitin.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

He was one of the five suspects we'd been investigating at the Office of Intelligence and Analysis.

Suspending his security clearance must have spooked him.

Apparently, he was notified this morning that his credentials were frozen.

Left the office.

Neighborhood security patrol found his car less than an hour later.

Wrap the vehicle.

Get Evidence Response on site.

Something here points to his relationship with Reddington, and I want it found.

Godwin, I'm begging you.

- Please.

- It's urgent.

He gave me very specific instructions.

This takes precedence.

Whatever it is, it'll have to wait.

His last episode was four days.

He was manic.

He can't be disturbed.

Blake, my love, we need to wake Mr. Townsend.

Right now.

Neville?

Neville, can you hear me?

(GROANS)

It's okay.

It's okay, Mr. Townsend.

You were sleeping.

GODWIN: Sir.

I'm sorry to wake you, sir.

It's Elizabeth Keen.

We have her.

I've been dreaming about you, Elizabeth.

You.

Your mother.

The malice you must feel toward me because of her death.

It's as if I...

I manifested you, brought you here from my sleep.

Why?

We both know why.

We know I need to be the last face you see while you're begging for your life.

What is this?

Who...

What have you done?

You need to hear her out.

You said you had Elizabeth Keen.

WOMAN: Neville.

Look at me.

I am Elizabeth Keen.

I thought our focus was finding Elizabeth.

That's right.

COOPER: I thought we had an understanding.

We do.

And I'm living up to that.

Though your tone suggests you believe otherwise.

What "suggests otherwise" is Rakitin's dead body.

What are you talking about?

You k*lled him.

No, I did not.



You took time out from trying to find Elizabeth

in order to save your own hide, to keep him from confirming that you're N- .

I'm not worried about my hide.

I worry about Elizabeth's.

I strongly suggest you do the same.

And whoever is dead, I certainly didn't k*ll him.

I don't believe you.

Well, that's your problem, not mine.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Harold says Rakitin is dead.

We would have heard.

- (SIGHS)

- (CELLPHONE BEEPING)

I'm gonna make some calls, scratch around.

After you finish that, why don't you swing by his place, see what you can find?

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

VANDYKE: She had it in her jacket when we searched her.

Well, Miss...

Keen.

This is certainly unprecedented.

Where's Mary?

In FBI custody.

And she took her, what, to hurt me?

Talk to me, Neville.

I'm right here.

I'm looking right at you.

(SIGHS)

Why did you take my sister?

Because I had no way to reach you.

Abducting your sister forced her to make contact, to negotiate her own safe return, and to get this face to face meeting with you.

I had nothing to do with today's capture.

No?

You're an FBI agent.

Not anymore, I'm not.

The FBI can't help me.

You can.

If you thought saving my sister would put you in my good graces, you're wrong.

Besides, why would you think I'd help you?

I've done nothing but hurt you.

I m*rder*d your mother.

I'll k*ll you once...

You believe my mother was m*rder*d by the Kazanjian Brothers.

That never happened.

They betrayed you, cut a deal with my mother to fake her death and buy her the time she needed to clear her name.

I don't believe any of this.

And I don't expect you to.

You've spent years hunting my mother because you believe she's the Russian turncoat they call N- .

She's not.

She was innocent.

Katarina Rostova is N- .

Katarina Rostova was framed by her father and set up as a patsy.

She knew that you and the rest of the world would never stop hunting her until she could prove that truth, a truth she d*ed trying to uncover.

You said she was alive.

She was.

Until Raymond Reddington k*lled her.

Are you saying Reddington k*lled her

to hide the fact he's N- ?

Yes.

And I can prove it.

That he's the reason your family's dead.

He's the one you need to k*ll, and I'm here to help you do exactly that.

Tell me more.

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(SILVERWARE CLINKING LIGHTLY)

What the hell are you up to?

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

They wanted Rakitin, I gave them someone who fits the bill.

I told you I was handling it.

Does Cooper believe it was me?

That's not the point.

That's the only point.

The witch hunt is over and there's one less government knob sticking his nose into our business.

You should be thanking me.

You tricked them.

For a day.

Maybe two.

But they'll see past it, and when they do, they'll come looking for you.

You give them too much credit.

My friend, I am engaged in a -year project.

Now, you may be a vital part of that, but if you jeopardize it again as the impetuous amateur that you are, I will let you go.

Permanently.

Is that clear?

PARK: Still combing through surveillance.

I can't believe she'd work with someone like this.

She wasn't working with her.

She was using her to get to Townsend.

Have you seen what she's done?

Chemical Mary.

The way her weapons have been used.

Against civilians...

children.

The Agent Keen I know wouldn't use someone like this to get to Townsend or anyone else.

She'd arrest her and make sure she couldn't hurt anyone again.

Whoa.

- What is it?

- Look.

This is footage from the raid,

- and that's supposed to be her.

- (KEYS CLACKING)

- ARAM: Agent Keen.

- PARK: Right.

Except...

(KEYS CLACKING)

(BEEPING)

ARAM: It's not Agent Keen.

PARK: Someone's pretending to be her.

Why would anyone do that?

But, uh, more importantly, this woman, where did they take her?

- (BEEPS)

- KATARINA: I can't imagine

what this must be like for you.

Knowing you can't k*ll me

because of how much Elizabeth loves her mother.

(TWO g*nshots)

(BEEPS)

That's quite...

convincing.

I wouldn't have gone to the effort of taking your sister, luring you out, of making this pitch unless I was certain.

Raymond Reddington k*lled my mother because she had uncovered the truth.

She had evidence.

She discovered his plan, and he k*lled her to keep her quiet.

Even if you're right, why would I ever trust you?

I told you, I'm not an FBI agent.

The FBI raided my team during a meeting with you.

They have my sister.

They'll force her to talk.

Those are the very people enabling Reddington.

- Working with him.

- The FBI.

I told you, he's embedded himself in the Bureau, gained their trust.

To what end, I don't know, which is why I need your help.

- You mean my money.

- I mean your influence.

Look, Reddington has an army on both sides of the law.

I can't do this alone.

I need a partner.

What you've done, coming here like this, it's...

It's audacious.

But if I were to even consider an alliance,

I'd need to know, without question,

that I can trust you.

You can trust me.

I hope so.

Which is why I'm going to give you an opportunity to prove it.

RESSLER: I can see it's not Keen, but what I can't figure out is why it's not Keen.

And how did she find someone that looks exactly like her?

Just got the forensics back from the scene.

No hit on the prints and nothing off facial recognition.

Whoever Keen's doppelganger is, she's not in any database.

We got nothing.

No leads.

We don't have to find her.

Why not?

She could lead us to Keen.

We don't have to find her because she found us.

She surrendered herself out front five minutes ago.

♪ RESSLER: We can sit here all day,

but this, whatever it is we're doing, it's not gonna work.

Look, you obviously are working with her.

You're some kind of a surrogate.

So, why don't you tell me how I can help?

Ressler, I told you what I need.

No, it's Agent Ressler.

Donald.

Come on.

I care about you.

I want to end this as much as you do, but I need your help.

We're not giving you immunity.

I can't tell you what's happening until you do.

Please.

Talk to me about Keen.

I told you, it's me.

No.

You want proof?

Why don't we start with what happened between you and me the night before I went on the run?

Who the hell are you?

Harold.

Please.

I need your help.

Reach out to Panabaker.

See if she'll consider a deal.

MRS. PANABAKER: Absolutely not!

Giving her immunity is the only way that we can find Keen.

Giving who immunity?

We don't even know who she is.

Well, we know she knows a lot about Keen.

What she knows is that you thought it was a fine idea to dip your wick in the fugitive end of the swimming pool.

Honestly, Harold, sometimes I wonder if Keen is still out there because you can't find her or because none of you want to.

It's hard going after a beloved colleague.

I make no secret of that.

But I'd remind you that we apprehended Chemical Mary, a w*r criminal who's eluded capture for over a decade.

That thanks to this Task Force, she's sitting in an interrogation room awaiting transport to central lockup.

I am aware you have neutered more than your fair share of swamp creatures, which is why I give you a perilously long leash.

But it's not so long that I'll approve granting immunity to someone whose identity I am unaware of.

COOPER: Ressler, go over the forensics again.

Facial recognition, prints.

See what you can find.

Be good if that included your dignity.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

- This is Cooper.

- REDDINGTON: I thought I had someone

who could help us locate Elizabeth.

Sadly, I was mistaken.

COOPER: Townsend doesn't have her.

We thought he did.

When we raided her safe house, we thought we saw his team grab Keen, but turns out, it was a look-alike.

If you boys are done mansplaining to each other...

Play nice.

Cynthia Panabaker's here.

REDDINGTON: Tell me about this look-alike.

- She was a walk-in.

- Says she'll lead us to Keen if she gets immunity, which I will not be granting until I know exactly who we're dealing with.

A look-alike.

A walk-in.

Someone who knows how to lead you to Agent Keen.

Be careful, Harold.

I suspect that woman may be a Cyranoid.

- Excuse me?

- A play on a play.

Cyrano de Bergerac, in which the homely but clever poet woos the lovely Roxane by speaking through a handsome intermediary.

A timeless tale, perfectly adapted to the criminal world.

What the hell is he talking about?

Imagine being able to hire trained operatives.

Ex-Mossad, discharged m*llitary personnel, agents of all stripes to be your eyes, your ears, and your voice.

Are you saying that Liz can hear everything her...

Cyranoid can?

Yes.

She's the master of her own puppet.

An avatar of herself.

Consider the arms dealer

who's conducting business in a w*r zone.

Or the cartel leader who's personally delivering a ransom.

One might dream up

any number of dicey and dangerous situations

in which criminals would fear for their lives.

Cyranoids are the solution.

They're paid surrogates offering a physical likeness of their employer while broadcasting the experience to said employer.

Broadcasting how?

A device in the eye.

A gadget in the ear.

I don't know how the magic works.

I'm told it's a voyeur's delight.

COOPER: If you're right and this is Elizabeth's stand-in,

why would she give herself up?

REDDINGTON: My suspicion, Harold, is that she hasn't.

She just wants you to believe that she has.

Something tells me the canary just ate the cat.

I have double-checked.

I've triple-checked.

We can't ID her.

Whoever she is, she is not our problem.

Now, this...

This is our problem.

Douma and Khan Shaykhun.

Syrian children victimized by chlorine gas.

- What are you doing?

- We have a w*r criminal in custody.

I am going to confront her with her w*r crimes.

She cut the feed.

Keen's Cyranoid.

PARK: Her what?

The doppelganger.

We've lost visual contact.

- (BEEPS)

- She's gone.

Repeat, she's gone.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

How did you get in here?

Your brother.

He sent me.

What?

How?

What do you mean sent?

WOMAN: I am not a m*rder*r.

TOWNSEND: She knows too much.

She's made herself a liability.

She's your sister.

You can't b*at Reddington without me.

That's why you're here.

You need me on your team.

This is my price.

Are you willing to pay it?

MARY: What are we doing?

Does Neville have people on the way?

Your brother loves you very much.

Oh!

(GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

- Do not move.

- Aram.

Put the g*n down, Aram.

- How do you know my name?

- Aram, it's me.

It's Liz.

- There.

Go back.

- (KEYS CLACKING)

Sector Four.

Lower level.

B-corridor south.

Lock it down.

- (ALARMS BLARING)

- No.

I promise you, Aram...

- Get on the ground.

- ...I hired the woman you're looking at right now.

I can see and hear everything she does.

She says what I tell her to say.

I said get on the ground.

That's how she knew about the Task Force.

That's how she got out of interrogation.

I told her how to k*ll the cameras, gave her the override codes.

Stop where you are, or I will sh**t.

Turbo.

What?

Your pet turtle's name is Turbo.

You ride your bike to work.

You like your salad dressing on the side.

Your last girlfriend was a sociopath.

Do not come any closer!

Aram, it's me.

(BLARING CONTINUES)

RESSLER: Breach control, Sector Four.

We need a team at the south egress.

If you're Liz or...

acting for Liz, whatever, just...

Why k*ll Mary Bremmer?

Liz would never do that.

I don't expect you to understand, but I am doing what is necessary to end this.

To stop Reddington.

She was in our custody.

She was a m*rder*r, Aram.

She k*lled innocents.

(GROANS)

No.

No.

(BLARING CONTINUES)

I'm sorry, Aram.

(LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(BUZZER)

Be right with you!

Whoa, hey, sorry.

Employees only.

I can help you two up front.

I need to speak with The Commissioner.

The Commissioner.

Isn't that what he calls himself?

I thought you said he calls himself The Commissioner.

Or The Commander.

Sorry.

The Commander.

Jafari calls him The Commissioner.

I need to speak with The Commissioner.

(CHUCKLES)

Guys, um...

I don't know who The Commissioner is, or why you think he's here, but we fix radios...

The Commissioner.

Right.

You, um...

need to speak to Mr. Wonderly first.

Be vetted by security.

Let's not waste anyone's life today.

Just...

Just a minute.

(BEEPING)

(BEEP)

Paging him now.

The doppelganger.

Agent Keen's telling her what to do, where to go.

She has a radio.

Notify CRT.

Get men down to the utility corridor.

Lock it down.

(RECEIVER PINGING)

What's this?

"You're not on my schedule."

Commissioner.

Are you in there?

This is surreal.

I'll get to the point.

I need information on one of your contracts.

Who are you?

How did you find me?

Uh, who I am doesn't matter.

What does matter is that I found you, and that I'm willing to tell the world

everything I know about your little enterprise

unless you tell me where I can find your client Elizabeth Keen.

Okay, just hold on.

Slow down.

I don't have client information.

I suspect you keep a rather close watch on your clients.

On their money, yes.

On their payments.

Not their physical whereabouts.

THE COMMISSIONER: The only way to do that is to trace the signal while they're communicating...

Through their Cyranoid in real time.

Okay, then.

The location of Elizabeth Keen's Cyranoid.

I need it.

In exchange, I stay quiet

and your little shop of horrors remains our secret.

(ALARMS BLARING)

WOMAN: Hey.

RESSLER: Keen.

I know you can hear this.

WOMAN: You should let me go.

Those days are over.

Why?

Nothing's changed.

No.

You ordered your puppet to m*rder Bremmer.

Now you're helping her escape.

I've missed you.

Well, how about we get together?

Have a little chat.

All right?

You know where to find me.

Yeah.

As a matter of fact, I do.

Give me your g*n.

Don't do this.

Cooper, I know you can hear me.

I have Ressler.

Tell everyone to stand down.

I don't want to hurt him, but if I see even one guard, I will sh**t him.

The alarm scrambled the codes.

You know the new ones.

I don't.

(BEEPING)

I meant what I said.

I really do miss you.

- Yeah.

- Thank God.

There you are.

Where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you.

What do you mean where have I been?

I've been on assignment.

Doesn't matter.

Just...

Just listen to me.

What's wrong?

What's going on?

There were two men.

They know.

I dunno how, but they know.

They came to the nest asking about the contract.

I can't reach the client.

You know that.

- We only correspond through...

- The interface.

I know.

Which is why The Commissioner was forced to give them your location.

They know where you are.

They're coming.

REDDINGTON: Elizabeth.

I think we're long overdue for a talk.

I can't help you.

I don't know where she is.

We're not online.

Then bring her back online.

That's not a request.

Whatever it is you want, you can't get to her.

You can't hurt her.

It's why she has me as an avatar.

I want to talk to her.

(BEEP)

Yes.

I am, thank you.

Actually, no, there's a man who's insisting on speaking with you.

Yes.

He's here now.

(EXHALES SLOWLY)

Is she there?

Elizabeth, are you there?

I'm here.

This certainly makes me reconsider

my dislike of cellphones.

What do you want?

I'd like this to stop.

For us to find peace.

- To talk.

- We're talking now.

Where are you?

I can come to you.

I don't want to see you.

We need to speak.

Face to face, just you and I.

See, that's the thing about you.

You're used to getting your way every time.

Well, that's not gonna work with me.

Not anymore.

You can't follow or interrogate me.

That's why I have a Cyranoid.

To eliminate your control.

And as far as finding me?

Good luck, and goodbye, Reddington.

So, now you're gonna k*ll an innocent bystander to get to me?

The innocent bystander you used for your contract k*lling of Mary Bremmer?

I'm no lawyer, but I'm pretty sure that makes her a m*rder*r.

What it makes you, I'm still grappling with.

The more immediate question

is whether you're willing to let this woman die

as a result of your choices?

I'm not holding a g*n.

But you are, Elizabeth.

Tell me where to find you, and she lives.

(g*n CLICKS)

You really think you have power over me, don't you?

Your location.

I'm not giving it to you.

(g*n CLICKS)

I am not surrendering myself to you.

(g*n CLICKS)

Okay.

Stop.

Please.

Stop.

Your location.

I didn't say stop.

She did.

This young woman doesn't deserve to die, Elizabeth.

It's your decision, but Miss Collins has three chambers left.

If you're going to put a b*llet in that poor woman's head, that's your doing, not mine.

- (g*n CLICKS)

- Please, sir, I'm begging you.

I can help you find her.

Just put the g*n down, please.

Two chambers, Elizabeth.

Miss Collins.

Is that your name?

I'm sorry to put you in this situation.

I'm so terribly sorry.

(g*n CLICKS)

You're an extremely lucky young woman.

But unfortunately, that's it.

Last chance.

Give me your location, Elizabeth, or the next chamber is blood on your hands.

Do what you're gonna do.

This conversation is over.

(BEEPS)

Wait!

Stop, please.

She's gone.

She disconnected.

Please, I'm begging you.

She's gone.

Did we get the trace?

Columbia Heights.

Quincy Street.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

A cheap trick.

My apologies.

MRS. PANABAKER: Where's the line, Harold?

The bright light.

The demarcation between what you won't stand for and what you'll let slide even as it rots your soul.

If I had a quarter for every time I've asked myself that question...

(SIGHS)

I can't unsee what I saw.

Of course you can.

People do it every day.

Look away from bigotry.

Degradation.

Disease.

Ignore injustice.

Someone was m*rder*d here today.

You don't understand Agent Keen.

What she's been through, the incredible burden Reddington placed on her.

If you knew the whole story, if you knew half of it, you'd be as amazed as I am that she's behaved as well as she has.

I never could have.

I don't know anyone who could.

So you're saying there is no line.

No.

I'm saying that drawing it is about the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

But I... think it's time I do just that.

- What's this?

- Evidence Response Team's report.

From the cryptographer's vehicle.

He had fruit punch in his thermos?

The intel on the drive that Keen stole from Reddington.

- It's all here.

- It is now.

It wasn't when he d*ed.

- What do you mean?

- He had a laptop in his vehicle.

None of the files on the deep cover agents found on Rakitin's drive was there at the time of his death.

So who input the data?

A ghost?

How about Rakitin?

Think about it.

He knows we're looking for him.

I don't know how he does, but just go with it for a sec.

He knows there's only five people with access to this kind of intel, so he kills one of them and uploads the incriminating data onto his computer.

- Looks like he did us a favor.

- How do you figure?

Well, originally, we had five suspects, and now we have four.

That puts us % closer to finding the real Rakitin.

What's she gonna do about today?

Issue an arrest warrant for Elizabeth Keen.

You couldn't talk her out of that?

I'm the one who asked her to do it.

(DIALING)

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Reddington.

Where's Elizabeth Keen?

Life is full of little surprises, isn't it?

Imagine mine when I learned Rostova wasn't responsible for the death of my family.

But she was.

Keen says otherwise.

A daughter wanting to believe there was good in a mother who was bad.

TOWNSEND: I heard the tape.

You k*lling Rostova to cover the truth.

So very operatic, even for you.

Elizabeth Keen is not to be trusted.

Oh, I think she is.

She's proven herself quite an asset already.

Murdering your sister.

Above and beyond, I think you'll agree.

It seems that there is literally nothing she won't do to get to you.

You certainly collect enemies in your wake.

And as the wise men say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

My issues with Elizabeth Keen don't concern you.

And my issues with you don't concern her.

Oh, but they do.

In ways you've kept secret for far too long.

Uh, it turns out that you're due for a reckoning.

And Elizabeth Keen and I are coming to deliver one.

Try and get some sleep.

I always try.

And I never do.