09x18 - Laszlo Jankowics (No. 180)

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♪ ♪

MARVIN: Come on, Raymond.

You really think Kate Kaplan is alive?

REDDINGTON: I don't know, Marvin.

I never had divers recover her body.

She chose the Potomac
as her final resting place,

and I chose to respect her wishes.

I loved you, Raymond.

Kate!

♪ ♪

(SPLASH)

So it's possible she survived.

And what? Surfaced downriver

and somehow got help without us knowing

and waited years

for just the right moment
to exact her revenge?

I'll tell you this, Marvin...

Kate loved Elizabeth.

She helped to raise her.

There is not a chance

she sent Vandyke to k*ll her.

So maybe she sent him to k*ll you.

Maybe. She didn't know
about Townsend's wish

for me to watch Elizabeth die.

So she couldn't have known
Vandyke would k*ll

Elizabeth first.

If it's Kate, we'll find her.

She's good, but we're better.

I'm not in D.C. I'm...

God knows where I am.

Weecha and I are on our way
to West Virginia.

Maureen Rowan lives there.

MARVIN: Kate's sister?

I thought she was in witness protection.

REDDINGTON: She is.
Living under an alias

in a little town called Silver Glade.

If Kate's been alive all these years,

it's possible Maureen would know.

MAUREEN: Raymond.

Maureen.

I should've called.

You should have.

But I wouldn't have answered,

mostly because I don't have a phone.

(CHUCKLES) What a lovely place.

You've done all this yourself?

I'm designing my own retirement plan.

One day, I'm gonna build a
gazebo out here and just sit.

Why wait? You should do it now.

Mm, right now,
it's a little out of my price range.

Someday.

Oh, it's been a while, Raymond.

Last time we saw each other

was the day you came to
tell me my sister had passed.

Yes.

I wish I could have told you
more about the circumstances.

I don't.

Kate and I never spoke about her work.

But I always thought it was kind of you

to let me know she was gone.

That's why I've come, actually.
I can't be certain,

but it's possible my
condolences were premature.

♪ ♪

MAUREEN: I never asked
about how Kate d*ed.

I assumed you made
arrangements for her remains.

No. Her body was never recovered.

I see.

And this associate of yours,

the one who claims he saw her,
you believe him?

I believe he thinks he saw her.

But that may be what
someone wanted him to think.

You do remind me of her.

Of better times.

If Kate is alive, she's been
in hiding for a while,

and it's likely
that she's in some trouble.

If you've had any contact...

I don't understand. If she's in trouble,

wouldn't you be the first
person she'd reach out to?

So you haven't heard from her?

That's no surprise.

Kate and I were close, in our way,

but she would never come to me for help.

♪ ♪

What about the woman, you know,

the one Kate was seeing

around the time she supposedly d*ed?

Kate was seeing someone?

Well, I only know this because
you weren't the only visitor then.

A woman came to meet me
and to pay her respects.

Clara.

Clara Moore was her name.

She worked with Kate.

Said Kate had taught her
everything, like a mentor.

It was clear they'd been
in a relationship

and she loved my sister very much.

If you could find her,
she might know something.

Clara Moore.

♪ ♪

That's very helpful.

I've been waiting for
this day for a long time.

Psilocybin, ketamine, LSD, MDMA.

For the first time,

mainstream medical institutions

are taking a long, hard look

at the healthcare benefits
of psychedelics.

Major universities in this
country and around the world

are studying these dr*gs
and how they can help patients.

♪ ♪

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You can just leave it. Thanks.

No can do. I need a signature.

(DOOR BUZZES, UNLOCKS)

AVERY: This is our moment.

As we speak, venture capitalists

are spending billions
of legitimate dollars...

(SILENCED g*nshots)

...on companies that make
and sell mind-altering dr*gs.

I want our share.

Hell, I want more than our share.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Stay.

(LION GROWLS)

We are the future of healthcare!

One day, you're gonna
look back on this day,

and you're gonna tell your
grandchildren you were there.

(ALL GASPING, SCREAMING)

♪ ♪

LASZLO: I warned you.

Did you really think
I would let you set up shop

in my city?

POSTAL WORKER: Oroszlan,
there's no time.

COOPER: Always glad to see you, Raymond.

But I have to admit,

I was hoping you'd give
this next new case to Aram.

He's in charge of the task force now.

Have you thought any more
about giving him another chance?

I have, and I'm sorry, Harold.

I just don't trust him.

He's simply...

Wound too tight.

Maybe. When I left
the office last night,

he was agonizing over
this year's annual review.

He has to fill out a report

on all the agents under his command.

I must say, it's got him
pretty stressed out.

Mm.

I wonder if he'd consider therapy,

specifically guided therapy
aided by psychedelics.

Properly applied, I find LSD
to be helpful in dark times

and a blast in good times.

Nothing loosens a tight sphincter

like a good eight-hour acid trip.

LSD is illegal.

Well, it doesn't have to be LSD.

Ketamine, psilocybin.

The point is, there's new
interest in these dr*gs.

It's been almost years

since Harvard University

fired Timothy Leary.

Now even Harvard's studying
the health benefits

of the dr*gs he so famously touted.

That's good news.

It is, for everyone except the
criminals who still make a living

selling these dr*gs,

criminals like Laszlo Jankowics.

Jankowics. Why do I know that name?

Because his father, Marko,
was once on the Blacklist.

He used to be one the
world's biggest LSD distributors.

Until Agent Ressler k*lled him.

Yes. But as dangerous as Marko was,

I'm afraid his son, Laszlo,
is even more unhinged.

PARK: This morning? Six homicides?

Reddington thinks that this Laszlo

just gunned them down in their chairs?

It's nine, actually, including
the guards and receptionist.

This happened just because he
didn't want a legitimate company

trying to make these dr*gs legally?

DEMBE: Could that really
be the only motive?

Who in their right mind
would k*ll nine people for that?

Well, that's the thing.
Apparently, he's not in his right mind.

Laszlo's known for being
addicted to his own product,

a liquid form of LSD.

And when abused, LSD can do
some pretty serious damage

to the brain. In some cases,

your hallucinations
can become permanent.

Reddington says they call him Oroszlan.

That's the Hungarian word for lion.

Because he thinks
he's the king of the jungle?

No, because he thinks

a fully grown African lion
goes wherever he goes.

Oroszlan, we're running low on product.

We need to make new arrangements.

I already have.

The Phan organization
has sent a shipment.

It's arriving at the port today.

Today? Oroszlan, the port is not safe.

Why would you take
such an unnecessary risk?

But it is necessary.

We need product to stay in business.

♪ ♪

(CHUCKLES)

ARAM: So, this Laszlo Jankowics

is the next name on the Blacklist?

Correct. That's who
Reddington wants us to find.

Why? We're looking for whoever
orchestrated Elizabeth's death,

the same person
who's been blackmailing you.

What's the connection to this Oroszlan?

I don't know. Reddington
just said it was important.

To us or to him?

Agent Ressler. Look, I, um...

I know it's weird that I'm,
like, the boss or whatever,

but, uh, please just let me
know if you're gonna be late.

That was my fault.

You all know Agent Ressler and I

have been investigating
Reggie Cole and Tyson Lacroix.

I asked Agent Ressler
to apply for a warrant

to search Lacroix's home office.

And that request was approved
by Judge Perez minutes ago.

Good news. Aram, if it's okay with you,

Agent Ressler and I would like
to execute the search warrant.

Oh, yeah. I mean, yes, that is perfect.

Agent Park, Agent Zuma,
we have an active crime scene

at Virtual Horizons Lab.

Why don't you two head on over there?

Good. Yeah.

Don't worry about me. I'm just gonna be

filling out a thousand
pages of paperwork,

judging you all for the Bureau.

DEMBE: Mr. Avery, thank you
for speaking with me.

I know how difficult this...
I have to tell the families.

These people, my staff,

they had wives, husbands, children.

DEMBE: The Bureau can help with that.

Right now, I would like to focus

on the company meeting
you had this morning.

We just started. Today was our first day

in our brand-new lab.

You're a chemist. Is that right?

I have a degree in neurochemistry, yes,

but I consider myself
a medical futurist.

My work is about advancing
healthcare, improving lives.

By manufacturing psychedelic dr*gs?

By studying them.

And, yes, maybe one day selling them.

The problem is, some people
already sell them,

and they don't want any competition.

Is that why this happened?

The Bureau is aware
of a criminal organization

that sells illegal psychedelics.

We think they were
sending you a message.

By murdering my entire staff?

How many gunmen were there?

I... don't know.

Mr. Avery, you were the only survivor.

I'm sure you're scared,

but if there's anything
you saw, anyone...

No, I wish I had.

When I heard the sh*ts,
I immediately ran.

I was hiding in that room,
so I never saw their faces.

Agent Zuma. Sorry to interrupt.
You should see this.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪

Caught a break.

You're looking at acrylic plexiglass.

It's over . inches thick.

It's installed to weather an
accidental chemical expl*si*n.

But today, it functioned
as bulletproof glass.

The slug never fragmented.

DEMBE: Great.

Let's pull it and run it for ballistics

and latent prints.

♪ ♪

I don't understand.
Why is any of this necessary?

Mrs. Lacroix, you've seen the warrant.

Please stand aside. Let us do our jobs.

Your jobs? My husband was m*rder*d.

It's your job to find
and arrest his k*ller.

That's exactly what we're trying to do.

By seizing my husband's files?

He's the victim. You're acting
like he was a criminal.

I'm sorry, but we're here because Tyson,

whether he knew it or not,

was connected to a criminal conspiracy.

Conspir... What kind of...

I can't discuss our evidence.

With one exception.

This man, you ever seen him before?

His name was Reginald Cole.

I don't know who that is.

But I knew my husband, and you're wrong.

He was a good man and an honest lawyer.

We're almost done.

We'll be out of here within the hour.

Check this out.

Lacroix and Cole weren't
just lawyer and client,

they were working together.

Makes sense.
It's not unusual for a civil attorney

to have a private eye on the payroll.

What is unusual is what
Cole was hired to do.

He was keeping around-the-clock
surveillance on Stanford March.

The tech executive?

Sent Lacroix a full dossier.

Photos, itinerary,
a detailed list of his known assets.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking where's the case?

Lacroix never filed an
actual suit against March.

Maybe he was planning to
but didn't get the chance.

Maybe, or maybe that was
never part of the plan.

Cole was blackmailing you.

What if he and Lacroix were
doing the same thing to others?

Let's go see if Mr. March
can enlighten us.

♪ ♪

PARK: Good news. We got a latent print

off a slug recovered
at Virtual Horizons Lab.

Print comes back to a three-time
felon named Sebastian Graham.

What's a three-time felon doing
out where he can k*ll people?

He's on parole for a weapons charge.

Felon in possession of a firearm.

We talked to his parole officer,

and she's calling him in for a meeting.

When he shows, we'll bring him in.

Sounds good. Um...

Keep me posted.

♪ ♪

- Hey, I need a sec.
- (DOOR SHUTS)

Yeah. What's up?

That's the annual review
paperwork, right?

Unfortunately.

You do mine yet? Because if you haven't,

I was hoping to talk to you first.

You know,
give you an update about my condition

before you report it to Main Justice.

Yeah, I was kind of gearing up

to ask you about your headaches.

They're so much better. In fact,

you may not really even
have to even mention them.

If they're still happening...

They're not, not really.

I mean, once in a great while,
but nothing like before.

Now something needs to trigger them,

like an extremely bright
light or super-loud noise.

Alina.

I'm not asking you not to mention them.

I-I realize that would be improper.

But if you didn't feel the need to...

Look, I love this job.

You know how much I love
being in the field.

I'm afraid if they see it,
they'll sit me down, and...

I can't handle that.

Right.

So...

We're good, then?

I'm not sure I-I can
leave it out entirely.

But I guess I need to think about it.

But I will. Think about it.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TOOLS TAPPING, WHIRRING)

Oh, Raymond, you didn't have to.

(CHUCKLES)

I often do what I have to, Maureen,

but this I did because I wanted to.

The instant you told me
about the gazebo,

I knew I'd be back to see it happen.

Is it a thank-you?

Does that mean you found Clara Moore,

the woman I told you about?

Not yet, but I have some
of my sharpest associates

working on it as we speak.

And I thought, while I wait,

we could spend a
little more time together.

I really do remind you of her, don't I?

Yes.

We really are very different, you know.

It's ironic, don't you think?

That I gave up a normal life
to catch a criminal,

and Kate gave up
a normal life to become one.

I've never asked you about your decision

to testify against Alexei Lagunov.

Do you regret it?

I asked Kate for advice.

When I saw those men
moving that man's body,

I asked her what I should do.

And she said, "Do nothing."

Not because she was afraid for me

but because she really didn't
believe it was any of my business.

I remember hanging up the phone

knowing I was going to call the police.

Why?

Probably because she told me not to.

I didn't answer your question.

Do I regret it?

I did, for a long time.

Kate wasn't the only one

with dreams of a bigger life,
excitement.

I wanted to travel,

told my mother I'd become
the youngest curator

in the history
of the Metropolitan Museum.

(CHUCKLES)

All of that changed
when I took the stand.

But I've come to enjoy the quiet.

I work part-time at a bookstore in town.

I'm on the board of the
Silver Glade Public Library.

I have my garden.

I think I've redefined
what I consider excitement.

This life has been plenty big for me.

And I'm content.

♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

Somebody want to tell me
what this is about?

Who are you people? I need to get home.

I think you know what this
is about, Mr. Graham.

You left your print at Virtual Horizons.

I read your sheet.
Plenty of warning signs,

but nine homicides?

That's next level, even for you.

How do I know this is real?

You'll know when the judge
admits it at your trial.

(SCOFFS)

We know you work for Laszlo Jankowics.

I don't know who that is.

You call him Oroszlan.
Where can we find him?

Where can you find a Hungarian lion?

Try the Budapest Zoo.

You're going to prison.

There's no need to protect him now.

Protect him?

Look.

I don't know the man,

but I know his reputation.

You want to talk about next level?

From what I hear, he's done so much acid

that his brain is permanently damaged.

He'd order your death
and then forget about it

the second he said the words.

Oroszlan's the reason you're here.

Unless it was your idea

to sh**t up a room
full of innocent people.

♪ ♪

Well, they weren't all innocent.

What does that mean?

If you know about Oroszlan,

then you know that he
inherited his organization

from his father.

Sarkany built an empire,
but he didn't do it alone.

He had a partner. A chemist who knew

how to turn the ingredients
Sarkany got from Eastern Europe

into product.

♪ ♪

Wallace Avery.

He tried walking away.

All this talk about people
spending billions

to develop the same dr*gs
he'd been making for years?

He cut Oroszlan out.

Figured he had the experience
and the degrees to go legit.

I won't help you get Oroszlan.

But Wallace Avery can go to hell.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Dembe.

We haven't found Jankowics,

but the key to that may be a
chemist named Wallace Avery.

Jankowics targeted Virtual Horizon

because Avery used to work for him,

but then he made a play on his own.

REDDINGTON: How can I help?

DEMBE: We sent units to his address,

but he already cleared out.

He knows Laszlo won't stop
looking until he's dead,

so he's probably in hiding.

I was thinking maybe
Rogelio could find him.

Send me the details,
and I'll reach out right away.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

You're insane.

(CHUCKLES)

And you're a dead man walking.

My people say you've
cleared out of your apartment.

What do you think my dad
would have done to you, Wallace?

What would he want me to do?

(GIGGLING WILDLY)

REDDINGTON: He owns a laundry business,

but in reality, he's the architect

of one of the best intelligence
networks in existence,

an army of bellhops, busboys, waiters,

waitresses, housekeepers.

Rogelio took people who often go unseen

and fused them into one,
great, all-seeing eye.

REDDINGTON: Rogelio!
Thank you for coming.

Mi amigo, I have to hurry.

I told you, I have an appointment.

Yes, but perhaps you could reschedule.

Something's come up.

Reschedule? No. Oh, impossible.

I didn't tell you,
but I applied for my citizenship.

Ah, after years
of living in this country,

I'm finally gonna be
a naturalized American.

My word.

Yeah,
my Civics interview's in two hours.

I waited over a year for a time.

I'm studying questions on
American history and government.

And how many questions
will they actually ask you?

Only , but I won't know which ones.

I have to get right to pass.

I see.

I've never been much
for pledges of allegiance,

particularly when
it comes to governments,

but I respect and honor your decision.

Two hours, you said? Until the test.

I'm going to my sister's to study.

I'll tell you what. There's
a man I need you to find.

We think he's holed up here in D.C.

No, I can't.

Hear me out.

I'll give you the details,

you reach out to your network,

and while we wait, I'll help you study.

Mr. March, thanks for taking the time.

Your assistant made it clear
your agenda was full.

And you made it clear you didn't care.

Here I am.

How can I help the FBI?

COOPER: We're
investigating two suspects.

Two recent m*rder victims
we think you may be aware of.

I'm confused.
Were they suspects or victims?

Both. An attorney named Tyson Lacroix

and a private investigator
named Reginald Cole.

Lacroix and Cole are dead?

COOPER: So you knew them?

RESSLER: Mr. March,
we'll cut right to it.

We have evidence that Reggie
Cole was engaged in blackmail,

and we think that Tyson Lacroix
may also have been involved.

Now, your name came up as
someone they may have been targeting.

♪ ♪

I always thought blackmail meant

paying someone to stop them

from revealing something that you did.

This was more like extortion.

I had some trouble recently.
A young woman who worked

as a nanny for my son
made some accusations.

What type of accusations?

Sexual as*ault.

Look, I have no interest
in rehashing her claims.

Bottom line, she went to the police,
filed a complaint,

but no charges were ever filed,

so I thought that was the end of it

until Lacroix showed up
with his investigator

and said he represented the woman.

He wanted money, or else
he'd file a lawsuit?

That's right. And as you know,

burden in a civil trial,
lot lower than a criminal one.

Did you reach a settlement?

Confidential one.

Million five,
which I only paid to spare my family.

Look.

You two look like
you know your business.

I'm sure you don't need my advice.

We're listening.

I'm not a detective, but in my business,

most mysteries get solved
if I do one key thing.

And what's that?

Follow the money.

REDDINGTON: Okay, now concentrate.
I'm picking up the pace.

What founding document
was written in ?

The U.S. Constitution.

How many amendments
does the Constitution have?

Twenty... seven?

Are you asking me?

Twenty-seven. Final answer.

(CHUCKLES)

The first amendments are known as...

- The Bill of Rights.
- You're crushing this.

Take a break, have some water,
check the network.

Nothing yet, but we'll find him.

One hour left. Keep going.

Name the three branches of government.

Executive, judicial, mm...

Rogelio, we just went over this.

Yeah, I know. I know this one.

- They write the laws.
- I know, it's the people,

the Congress, the... I know.

Okay, pass. We'll come back to it.

Name one writer of
The Federalist Papers.

Big Lou just bought a beach
house in Margate because...

Because he made a boatload of cash

scalping tickets to Hamilton.

Hamilton. Ah. Boom!

Why is it important
to pay federal taxes?

Ugh. Don't answer that.

- I'm getting a little carsick.
- (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Ooh, I told you. We found him.

Your boy Wallace Avery's
in a motel by the airport.

Clarissa just brought him some towels.

Clarissa just made grand.

- Let me write down the address for you.
- Here.

♪ ♪

I can't thank you enough, Rogelio.

Good luck today.

Gracias.

Ah. Legislative.
That was the third branch.

(LAUGHS) You see? You've got this!

Let me know how it goes.

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

So, what now?

Tell the task force where to find Avery?

Actually, I have another idea in mind.

♪ ♪

(AIRPLANE ENGINES WHOOSHING)

REDDINGTON: Any sign of Oroszlan?

Who are you? What are you doing here?

(CHUCKLES)

You're a very popular fellow, Wallace.

You already know Laszlo
Jankowics is looking for you.

Unfortunately, the FBI is, too.

They know you and Laszlo
used to work together.

Oroszlan sent you to k*ll me.

(CHUCKLING) No, no, nothing like that.

In fact, I'd rather not get involved

in the little dispute
you two are having.

But I do need to find someone,

a woman you may know named Clara Moore.

You're looking for Clara?

You do know her.

My sources tell me she
works exclusively for Laszlo,

but we're having a devil
of a time trying to find her.

You won't. Only Oroszlan
knows how to reach Clara.

And why is that?

He's psychotic.

And paranoid.

And she literally knows
where all the bodies are buried.

Ah. I see.

Well, that changes things.

I'm sorry, Wallace,

but it seems I'll have to involve
myself in your dispute after all.

What do you mean?

Well, if Laszlo is the only one

who knows how to reach Clara Moore,

I'll have to give him
a good reason to do just that.

What if Laszlo didn't get the message?

Patience, Weecha.

(SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT KNOCK ON DOOR)

(AIRPLANE ENGINES WHOOSHING)

♪ ♪

WEECHA: Just him.

♪ ♪

Oh, oh. (CLICKS TONGUE)

- Stay.
- (LION GROWLS)

♪ ♪

Raymond Reddington.

I always hoped we'd meet.

Oroszlan. We did meet.

I was introduced to your father once

on a yacht in Monte Carlo years ago.

You were with him.
I'm sure you don't remember.

You were just a boy at the time.

I was surprised to get your call.

Why would a man like you
want to do me a favor?

No favors, just business.

When I heard you were down
a chemist, it occurred to me

you may be running low
on product. Am I right?

I made arrangements.
The Phan cartel sent a shipment.

Should get into the port of D.C. today.

Ah. Ask around.
Port security's a specialty of mine.

In the future, I'd be willing
to guarantee safe transport...

For the right price, of course.

Now I know why they call you
the concierge of crime.

Do they?

Well, I'm a problem-solver.

Like Wallace here.

Your people have been
all over town looking for him.

Well, here he is, a good-faith gesture

to get our dealings off
on the right foot.

Oroszlan, please, you can't.

REDDINGTON: Quiet. He kills people!

- My staff! He's a monster!
- (HISSES)

I said quiet.
You can't hand me over to him!

- Oh, for God's sake.
- He's a k*ller...

Oh!

♪ ♪

RESSLER: Hey.

You're not gonna believe this.

I just got off the phone
with Susan Powell,

the woman who accused March of as*ault.

She's never even heard of
Tyson Lacroix or Reginald Cole.

Say that again?

Lacroix wasn't her lawyer.

He went to March
claiming to represent her.

He negotiated a settlement
for a million and a half.

They've never even met.

So it was just a scam.

Just a scam?

This is brilliant.

I mean, Cole found the cases,

complaints made by victims

that didn't result in criminal charges.

Now all Lacroix had to do
was claim to represent

the victims and then negotiate deals.

It's meaningless. It's inspired.

I mean, I don't know how
I've never even heard of...

Donald! I get that you
appreciate the ingenuity,

but how does this keep me out of prison?

Panabaker was very clear.

My best chance to avoid prosecution

is to give Main Justice something big.

The truth behind a major conspiracy

that caused Elizabeth's death
and my blackmail.

Look, we're trying.

Yeah, but what if
we're wasting our time?

What if none of this is
connected to the bigger picture?

You can't think like that.
We've just got to keep moving forward.

I can't think like that?
That's easy for you to say!

No, it's not, Harold!

It's not easy for any of us!

I can't deal with this right now.

I've gotta clear my head.

Where are you going?

Home. To see my family
while I still can.

♪ ♪

You k*lled him!

(CHUCKLING) Well,
I thought you wanted him dead.

Not here! Not now!
He talked to the feds this morning.

I would've found out
what he told them first.

Nothing, I'm sure.

The man's hiding out
in an airport motel.

If he talked to the feds,
he'd be locked in a safe house.

He was my chemist.

You should've let me handle it.

- You're over-thinking this.
- Oh.

You should go. I'll make a call,

have my Cleaner here within the hour.

Raymond. (MURMURING INDISTINCTLY)

What?

Oh, well, how was I to remember that?

- What's the problem?
- There's no problem.

Apparently, my best Cleaner

is on a flight somewhere
over the Atlantic.

She went to take care of
something for me in Tel Aviv.

- Oh.
- Don't even worry about it.

I'll use a backup.

Although it occurs to me

my next choice is in New York,

so it may take a couple of hours.

- A couple hours?
- I know.

I wonder if they do
turndown service here.

I've got someone.

No, no, no, please, let me.

I think you've done enough.
I'm getting out of here,

and you should do the same.

Well, if that's what you want.

I'm calling her now.

I'll look for my shell casings.

Guys... (WHISTLES) Let's go.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

♪ ♪

Well done, Wallace.

Think he bought it?

I do, which means you need
to leave town immediately.

Weecha will arrange it.

Where am I going?

How about Acapulco?

You can set up shop,

perhaps send us a sample
or two from time to time.

Acapulco?

Just a thought.

Consider your death a new lease on life.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Ah.

Please excuse me.

♪ ♪

Dembe, any luck finding
our little wack-job?

DEMBE: None. That's why I'm calling.

I was hoping Rogelio found
his former chemist.

Wallace Avery.

In the wind, I'm sure.

That said, I do have another lead.

I heard from a source

that Laszlo's expecting a
shipment from the Phan cartel

to arrive today

at the port in D.C.

How reliable is the source?

Pretty good, I think.

And if he's right, and if
you're waiting at the port,

perhaps you could grab Laszlo
along with the goods.

REDDINGTON: Clara Moore, welcome.

Please, come in.

♪ ♪

Hey. You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Hey, please, come in.

Look, um...

I have been doing a lot of thinking,

and I have decided
that it is not my place

to say anything about your headaches.

Wow. Uh, thank you.

Uh, well, let me finish.

See, um, the thing is,

I haven't really been feeling,
uh, like myself lately.

So it just feels wrong
for me to be evaluating you,

all of you,

when I have been going through
some struggles of my own.

So I have decided

that you should fill out
your own evaluation.

Are you serious?

Very.

I trust you.

If your headaches aren't an issue,
don't report them.

I'll submit what you think is best.

♪ ♪

I suppose Cleaners have to go
where the work takes them.

Although we both know
what Kate Kaplan would think

of a buffoon like Laszlo Jankowics.

Still, I'm sure he keeps you busy.

Say something, Clara.

You know exactly who I am,

and I suspect you know
exactly why I'm here.

Laszlo gave me up.

Certainly not.

Laszlo has no idea we're meeting.

Please, don't let me keep you

from doing what you came here to do.

You want me to clean?

Indeed.

Fortunately, it's mostly
corn syrup and food coloring,

and if Kate Kaplan taught you the trade,

this should be a walk in the park.

♪ ♪

Tac team stand by.
We have eyes on the shipment.

TEAM LEADER: We're in position.

DEMBE: Nobody moves until
Laszlo and his men take possession.

On your go.

Sure that's the right container?

Has to be. It originated in Jakarta

where the Phan cartel
has people at the port.

Manifest says it has two dozen crates

of spearmint-flavored aerosol spray.

Could be liquid LSD.

Or Laszlo's a real stickler
for fresh breath.

(SCOFFS)

East entrance, rolling in now.

♪ ♪

DEMBE: We have Laszlo plus five.

He must have a connection.
That's a port manager.

♪ ♪

REDDINGTON: I'm told you and
Kate were very close at the end.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You m*rder*d her.

Okay, Clara, we've reached
the end of the friendly,

get-to-know-you portion
of our little chat.

I'm afraid things get harder from here.

First, I didn't k*ll Kate Kaplan.

Fact is, she took her own life.

Second, I feel terribly about that.

Regardless of how she felt
about me at the time,

we'd been friends for many, many years,

and I cared a great deal for Kate.

And I've had to live with the
circumstances of her death ever since.

That is, until yesterday,

when it came to my attention

that she may not be dead after all.

Kate's alive?

I wonder, was that a genuine question

or just an attempt to keep her hidden?

I don't know what that means.

Not that it matters.

I'd die before I'd tell you anything.

Here's an idea. Why don't I
introduce you to an associate of mine?

(WHISPERING) Brimley.

- Yes. You've heard of him.
- No.

- I'm not surprised.
- Please.

No, no, no, not to worry. No.

You'll love him.
He and Kate were old friends.

♪ ♪

DEMBE: Wait for the hand-off.

That's all we need.
Team Leader, move in.

We're good to go.

We got movement! Two o'clock!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

♪ ♪

- Laszlo's running.
- PARK: I see him.

♪ ♪

Drop the g*n!

(g*nf*re CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(g*nsh*t ECHOING)

Dembe, I don't have him!

I'm coming. Which way's he moving?

(GASPING)

Alina. Alina!

Alina, are you okay?

DEMBE: How do you feel?

On the bright side,
I can hear and see again.

But that would be the only bright side.

SWAT's been all over the neighborhood.

No sign of Laszlo.

Or his lion.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

A round went off inside the container.

From then, I just... Couldn't think.

And then the sunlight
when I ran out again...

Your two triggers...
Bright lights, loud sounds.

Maybe you should let them
take you to the hospital.

I've seen enough doctors.

We both know what happened and why.

Worst part?

It's not about me.

I lost Laszlo.

We needed him for Cooper.

He's almost out of time.

♪ ♪

Hey. Thanks for calling. How is she?

Okay. You know, pretty shaken up.

And Laszlo?

(SIGHS) We lost him, but it's not over.

Dembe's got Metro P.D.
and half the Bureau out looking.

♪ ♪

I went home, saw my wife,

lost a vicious game
of Crazy Eights to Agnes.

What I'm saying is that I took a minute

to remember what's important to me.

And you, Donald,
you're high on that list.

- I'm sorry for earlier.
- You don't have to say that.

Yes, I do. I'm well aware
that the trouble I'm in

is trouble of my own making,

trouble that's affecting
everyone around me.

I'm sorry. And if I haven't said it,

thank you for doing
everything you can to help me.

You'd do the same for me.

Yes.

The point is, you were right.

At the moment, nothing makes sense.

Maybe this scam that
Lacroix and Cole were running

is meaningless, or maybe
it's the key to everything.

Only way to know is
to keep moving forward.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Reddington.

Raymond. I don't have good news.

You lost Laszlo Jankowics.

Yes. How did you know?

He just reached out to Marvin,

asking for my help in getting
out of town undetected.

Not to worry, Harold.
He won't be going anywhere.

Our little lion tamer
is in for a big surprise.

It's an evening of surprises,

and that one's not even in the top two.

I need to see you.

Come to the warehouse.

He has a line on Laszlo,
and he wants to talk.

Tonight.

You want to say that again?

I'd rather not.

You think Kate Kaplan's alive?

I didn't say that.
I said it's come to my attention

that she may be alive.

And that's why you gave us
Laszlo Jankowics?

To get to his Cleaner,
who knows for sure?

I said she may know for sure.
It's a fluid situation,

which is why I asked Brimley to join us.

- Brimley's here?
- He is.

I don't understand.
Kaplan survived that fall,

and, what,
she's been in hiding all these years?

Unlikely, but unknown.

If she'd lived,
she would have needed help.

The woman's name is Clara Moore.

She and Kate were very close.

I'm done, and I'm certain
she's telling the truth.

What the hell is this?

Like I said, it's a fluid situation.

Telling the truth about what, Teddy?

Is Kate alive or not?

She don't know. Until two days ago,

she thought Kate was kaput
like the rest of us.

But then she got a note.

She came home. It was in
the bedroom on her night table.

And, yes, she's convinced
it's Kate's handwriting.

She destroyed it, so we can't be sure.

Two days ago?

That's her story.

And believe me, she's sticking to it.

According to her, the note said, uh...

"Clara. I'm sorry.

"So much to explain.

"I'm hoping you'll let me try."

That's it. Then an address downtown,

: p.m., Friday.

That's tonight.
Less than two hours from now.

So much to explain? Why now?

After all this time,
why reach out like that?

Let's take a ride, Harold.

Who knows? Maybe I'll be reacquainted

with an old friend.

♪ ♪

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Agent Park, hey. Uh, you're here.

Is everything all right?
I thought you were going home.

I'm going now.
But I wanted to get this back to you.

I know I said my headaches
weren't an issue.

Alina, I am so sorry.

You don't have to worry
about reporting it.

I did it myself. It's all in there.

Are you okay?

I was pretty hard on Ressler
for putting the rest of us at risk

with his addiction.

I may be disabled,
but I'm not a hypocrite.

What if Main Justice
takes you out of the field?

If they don't, you should.

It's okay, Aram.

Just send it.

♪ ♪

(DOOR SHUTS)

COOPER: You believe it?

Elizabeth's death, Doug Koster,

that poor bartender, my blackmail.

I'm sitting here, trying to understand

how or why Mr. Kaplan
could have done it all.

♪ ♪

I've often wondered what I'd
say to her if I had the chance.

And?

The prospect is more
overwhelming than I'd imagined.

Seeing her again?

And what?

What do I do if it is her, Harold?

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

Oh, my...

There she is.

COOPER: Oh, my God.

It really is her.

I don't know if I'm ready to do this.

♪ ♪

WEECHA: You stay here.
Watch that window.

We got this.

Are you sure, Weecha?

I'm sure.

♪ ♪

WEECHA: We're in the stairwell,
moving to the third floor.

(g*nf*re)

Two down. She had guards
watching the stairwell.

Kate heard the sh*ts.
She knows you're inside.

- No, no, move, move!
- (g*nf*re)

- Weecha. Weecha, what's happening?
- Move!

We're losing transmission.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Weecha, she knows you're coming!

You need to get out of there now!

Go! Back, go! It's a trap!

♪ ♪

Weecha! Weecha!

♪ ♪