Previously on The Blacklist...
What really matters is this.
Nothing else is guaranteed.
If they're trying to prove Keen's innocence,
why go after some high-priced vigilante?
Why do any of what they've done?
They're searching.
But if not for Keen's innocence, then what for?
This is a perilously fast run down a slippery road.
You'd have to hit all green lights, but we could make it work.
Does anything appear out of the ordinary?
No, but I don't like this, Raymond.
We're less than an hour behind you.
And Ian will be there any minute to open the store.
The care package will be there soon after.
I should be with you.
You will be in less than an hour.
Oh, and don't forget that other matter we discussed.
Other matter?
Ian has a first edition of Life on the Mississippi for me.
Multitasking. Oh.
Have I ever told you the story about Ian Bartleby and his wife
and the beekeeper they fell into bed with on the Isle of Skye?
Fascinating, illuminating story.
Oh, it's been a long drive.
Any chance I could hear about Ian and the beekeeper after I clean up?
Yes. Freshen up.
I'll fill the tank, get us something to eat.
Lizzy, we're very close. This will all be over soon.
Excuse me. My friend who was just here,
brown coat, hat, you didn't happen to see where he went?
Who? He was just here.
He got gas at pump five.
Maybe he paid credit at the pump?
No. He would have paid cash.
No. No cash customers for hours.
Okay, listen to me. This is very important.
My friend, he wouldn't have just left.
Excuse me, ma'am? Is there a problem?
She thinks something might have happened to her friend.
Your friend, can you describe him?
I can ask my manager if you want.
See if he can roll back the security cameras.
Thank you, no. I'm sure he's here somewhere.
Thanks for your concern, Officer.
Reddington, where are you?
Oh, God.
Got it!
Please tell me Reddington's called you.
No. Why? Is something wrong?
He was here one minute,
he was getting gas, and now he's gone.
I've called and called. He hasn't answered his phone.
Elizabeth, where are you?
You can't leave the store.
If Raymond is in trouble...
I'm sure there's an explanation,
but you cannot leave until you've secured the care package.
Call me if you hear from Reddington.
Navabi.
Reddington's missing.
What do you mean "missing"?
Samar, I need you to promise me something.
If I give you his burner number,
if I ask you to trace his location,
can you promise me you won't tell Ressler?
What's the number?
240-555-0146.
Samar, I know what a difficult position I'm putting you in...
I don't think you do.
...but Reddington just vanished.
He's at 2436 Bronson, outside Davis Creek.
It looks like it's a salvage yard.
A salvage yard?
Good luck.
Hey. Hi.
You think we should go into work separately?
You don't think they'd believe we carpooled?
No.
Last night was nice.
Yes. It was.
Don't be late. I hear the boss is a real prick.
Hey.
Reven Wright's waiting for you in Mr Cooper's office.
Someone ran a search on this, and they cleared the history.
I want a list of every IP address visited in the last 24 hours.
Want me to log it into evidence?
No. Just the search history.
You missed a button.
Left in a hurry.
Cooper sold us out. You don't know that.
I heard Keen and her ex on the phone set a meeting.
I told one person, Harold Cooper.
I show up to arrest them, and they're gone.
How could Cooper possibly warn Keen. How would he even reach her?
He didn't reach her. He reached him. He's working with Tom.
They're running some kind of operation to exonerate Keen.
He betrayed us.
Where are you on Solomon? Ex-CIA.
Disavowed after the Eritrean War.
I'll talk to Laurel Hitchin about him.
She comes from that world.
In the meantime, find out what the hell Harold Cooper
is doing with Tom Keen.
We don't have to stand here and play
Mother May I with Donald Ressler.
All right?
You've got a badge. Make the collar and walk him into DCPD.
I spoke to Reddington.
He has a plan,
but we have to keep Karakurt secure until everything's set.
Great, so we do nothing?
I want him out of here now.
Soon, I promise.
We got company.
Harold, what the hell is going on?
Tell me you got guns in this house. Just the one.
Get it.
I'm here! Don't shoot!
Aah!
Everybody out, now. Go!
Hey. Yo.
What are you working on? Nothing.
Really? Because it looks like...
Actually, can I ask you something?
Agent Ressler, this is his laptop.
He asked me to run a search history.
Why would he do that?
Why wouldn't he know what was searched on his own computer?
He just said as soon as I figured it out, let him know.
You can't do that.
Why can't I do that?
Because I did the search. For Liz.
She called and she said Reddington was missing,
then she asked me to trace his burner number.
She made me promise not to tell Ressler.
You know where they are and you're not going to tell him?
I only know the truth about my brother because of Reddington.
I owe him for that. This once.
Why use Agent Ressler's laptop?
When Liz called, I wasn't thinking.
His laptop, he must have left it at my work station.
I don't know, it was just there.
Aram, please.
I get it. I totally get it.
Whatever you need. Mum's the word.
Thank you.
Thanks for the ride.
Morning, sunshine.
You're one badass dude, ain't you?
Some kinda James Bond, silencer and everything?
Whatcha want we should do with him, Cash?
I say we tie him to the truck and drag him down the road
till there's nothin' left but bloody wingtips.
I think he's cute.
Don't touch the merchandise, bitch.
I didn't mean nothin'.
Leave her be. Jilly's just playin'.
Let me see if I can guess how this works.
You grab hapless motorists, drain their ATM accounts,
max out their credit cards,
then dump them by the side of the road.
Your money or your life.
You're highwaymen.
K-O-T-H.
Knights...
Kings Of The Highway.
How romantic.
Something like that.
But, uh, whether or not you're breathing when we dump you,
that entirely depends on how polite you are.
I like wearing your coat. Must have set you back a bundle.
No doubt worth considerably less now.
I like this one. I like his style.
I like his gun.
I like his watch.
Rolex. That's $10,000 easy.
There's more than that if we can come
to a mutually beneficial arrangement.
That right?
'Cause all you got here is about 700 bucks
and a Florida driver's licence.
So tell me, Kenneth Rathers,
what's a cat like you doing driving an old beater like that, hmm?
You some kinda eccentric,
or are you on the lam?
Yeah, that's what I am, Cash. I'm on the lam.
I was wondering when we'd get to that.
Well, we're getting to it now.
Oh!
You've got some explaining to do, Jack!
So? Figure it out?
I did. And?
I have a question.
About protocols.
When we find Agent Keen,
are you positive we'll be able to protect her?
Aram. What did you find out?
Protocols. What are they?
Keen will be held here, under our supervision.
I will handle her transportation to the Federal Courthouse
with teams handpicked by me. No exceptions.
Her trial will be overseen by a district court judge
with a component level clearance,
who has been vetted by Hitchin and Wright to make sure
that they're not involved with the Cabal.
Okay?
They're in West Virginia.
The search traced Mr Reddington's burner
to a location outside of Davis Creek.
We need to talk.
So...
You're protecting them, Keen and Reddington.
Samara, I know about the search on my computer.
She called. He was missing.
So you knew where they were, and you didn't tell me.
She couldn't, after Mr. Reddington helped with her brother.
That's not why I did it.
It's not? You said...
If we bring Liz in, she will die.
First Cooper tips them off about Wing Yee,
and now you're protecting them.
Cooper didn't tip them off. I did.
So I told you where they were. And you warned them?
Yes.
Jesus, I told Reven Wright that Cooper betrayed us. Betrayed me.
Boy, was I wrong. He didn't. It was you.
I want you gone by the end of the day.
No ATM or credit cards?
Hey, man, you didn't complain when we were grabbing him.
It was a solid snatch.
"Solid snatch," my ass.
This guy stinks of the mob.
He smells like money to me.
There's money in it, all right.
Best grab we've had since we rolled into town.
May not have much on him,
but somebody'll pay his bank to cut him loose.
I say we cut on him till he talks.
Idiot. If somebody is gonna pay to get him back,
they ain't gonna like it too much if he's all cut up.
Sweet thing.
Why don't you give it a go?
Yeah.
Maybe he'll sing like a bird.
That girl is nuttier than a bag of
roasted cashews and twice as tasty.
Nice, huh? Just came in this morning.
Belongs to a retired doctor and his wife.
They was on their way up to visit their daughter in Baltimore
when she broke down.
How'd it get here? Tow truck.
Boy named Jasper. Runs all the auto club alerts along 119.
Can you tell me where to find him?
Ohh! What the hell?
I'm sorry.
Let me get you another one. Uh, two.
Oh...
What's her name? The one who broke it?
Amber.
Amber's a bitch.
Yeah, she was.
I'm Jasper. I'm Kenya.
That's... That's quite a name.
Well, I am quite a girl.
They weren't coming to save you, they were coming to kill you.
You wanna live? Tell me how they found you.
So, where are we going?
I don't know.
I'm sorry, Char, I wish I had a plan. I don't.
They said they did it to protect me.
What was... A tracking chip.
Get on 95 south. Head towards Roanoke.
What's in Roanoke? There's a cabin. Lake Yvonne.
I know where the key is.
They're on us.
We can't outrun them. It's a radio frequency.
All right, where is it? It's in my chest.
Well, that is gonna suck for you.
We need to get him underground. Lose the signal.
They're still here.
Down! Now!
Hold on!
Oh, God.
Go, go, go, now!
Signal cut out here, but once we go in, Mr Solomon,
I can reacquire it.
Looks like we have some rats to catch.
It's tea time.
Oh, that'll be fun, Jilly.
Cucumber sandwiches?
And scones.
How delicious.
Would you like one lump or two?
Two, please.
You simply must tell me your name.
It's dreadfully rude of me not to address you properly.
Kenneth.
Your real name.
Kenneth.
Now, look what you've done. You've spilled all the tea, dear.
You have to tell me your real name.
They're gonna hurt me if you don't.
You like getting hurt, Jilly.
You wouldn't be here with them if you didn't.
You think so?
I do.
Well...
Maybe you're right.
Oh!
What's this?
Not bad, baby.
Mmm!
There's over 25 large here.
Twenty-five?
That's over six grand apiece.
Nice work, Jilly.
What about Jasper? It's five ways.
Jasper ain't one of us. He's hired help. All right?
He'll take what we wanna give him.
Don't hold too tight, darling.
There. Oh...
Why don't you get us another round?
I'm gonna go tinkle.
Ah! Come on. Come on.
You couldn't stay away.
I'm an idiot. I didn't realize how late it was.
I gotta get back to work.
I got a better idea.
Your place.
Keep an eye out.
Sit.
What's that for?
I'm going to amputate your leg, what do you think it's for?
I'm taking the chip out. Are you crazy?
We can't stay down here. If we go up there,
they will find us and they will kill us.
So I'm taking it out.
Do we have a signal yet?
It's weak, but they're ahead of us.
What are we doing here, Harold?
Let's forget about where we are
and think about where we're going.
This cabin. Tell me about it.
It's not important right now.
I know you've been wanting us to go away.
Was this supposed to be a surprise?
Char, I promise...
The cabin belongs to Doug Koster.
What're you doing with a key to our neighbors' cabin?
Harold... It happened before you got sick.
We were in such a different place.
You were working all the time, and I was lonely...
The truth is, it got me just thinking about you getting sick.
It was a blessing.
Because it made me realize what a fool
I had been and how lucky I am.
So, you find out anything about Solomon?
Not yet. I've got a call into Laurel.
I got a lead on Keen. Agent Navabi talked to her.
She was helping her.
Helping, so you could catch her?
No, just helping her. So I fired her.
You fired Agent Navabi for aiding and abetting?
Are you suggesting I prosecute her?
That's your call.
As is whether to prosecute Harold Cooper.
Harold is one of the most decent men I know.
Would it violate our principles to be a little flexible?
That's exactly what Tommy Markin used to tell my dad.
They were partners, Detroit PD.
They'd sit around talking about how dirty the precinct was
and how they were gonna clean it up.
Did they?
No. When my father refused to go on the payroll,
a drug dealer put a bullet in him.
It was a trap, set by the crookedest cop of all,
good old Tommy Markin.
What happened to him? Nothing. They protected him.
My father died for his principles.
If I compromise mine, it'll be as if he died for nothing.
You really think we weren't gonna find your money?
You didn't find anything.
Jilly found it because you're too dense to even look for it.
No wonder Cash doesn't trust you
with anything more important than babysitting.
That's big talk coming from a guy who's...
You are aware you need to clean
and oil these from time to time, right?
Next one's going in your head.
Didn't I tell you, whether or not you're breathing when I dump you
depends on how polite you are?
I think that should be it. Thank you for your time.
Agent Ressler? I'm Vic Cothran.
Here to help in any way we can.
According to the owner, the fugitive was definitely here.
Here's the make, model and licence
number of the vehicle that she's in.
We also need to track down a local tow-truck driver
by the name of Jasper...
Skeehan. We've had our eye on him.
Suspect he's a member of a gang,
Kings of the Highway.
Where are we on local media?
The TV, radio and newspapers have all agreed
to get the photos and descriptions out ASAP.
All right, funnel any credible sightings directly to me.
I gotta get to the hospital...
Suck it up, kid. Hold still,
let old Pablo here fix you up and you're gonna be just fine.
You sure it didn't hit an organ?
Looks pretty close to a kidney...
Shut up!
Don't listen to him. He's the one that shot you.
He don't know nothing.
Then again, you bleed out, one less person who gets a cut of my money.
I said...
Seriously, man, maybe we should let him get to a hospital.
I'm freezing!
You're going into shock. You've lost too much blood,
and your body is beginning to shut down...
Okay.
You know the drill. Give him a fake name.
Get in, get patched, get out. Got me?
Cash, he's on TV!
...authorities are concentrating their search
on Kanawha and Roane counties.
Residents of those areas are advised
to report any suspicious activity
to local law enforcement... Oh, yeah.
We're looking at a lot more than 25 grand.
...are wanted on murder and domestic terror charges...
Wow.
I love what you've done with the place.
Yeah, well, you know... It's just...
It's just temporary.
Come here.
You gonna offer me a beer?
Wait right here.
No, go away!
They're further down.
Wait. Wait.
They're behind us, moving fast.
How'd that happen? I have no idea.
Wait, he's right here!
Very good.
When's the last time you got any of that, Pablo?
Or have you?
We share everything.
But not with Jasper apparently.
That's our business, it ain't yours.
Oh, it is very much my business.
As a matter of fact, Pablo, our operations are remarkably similar,
albeit mine functions on a somewhat grander scale.
Certainly more hygienic.
But at the end of the day,
it all boils down to the same basic principle.
We steal from others, but not from each other.
You shut your mouth, or I swear to God, I'm gonna...
Kill me? That will fix things.
At least until those two decide
a two-way split makes more sense than four.
Tell me something, do you trust Cash?
Do you trust him with your life?
Hey, man, this ain't a good time...
I just texted you a picture. All right?
That fellow we grabbed this morning,
his name is Raymond Reddington,
and he is number one on the FBI's Most Wanted list.
And that gal he's with,
she's that Russian chick that blew up them CIA guys.
Do you think we can still find her? They're worth a fortune.
Everything okay?
Yeah, all good.
I gotta call you back.
What...
Aah!
Where's my friend?
Jasper Skeehan took a break for lunch and hasn't returned.
Incident report just came in on a walk-in at the ER
with a GSW to the abdomen.
Says it was a hunting accident,
but doctors pulled out a .380 slug.
Who hunts with a .380? Exactly.
I don't like this...
Get the motorhome ready.
If T-Bone makes it back, he can haul the trailer.
Otherwise, screw it. I wanna get out of here.
What about Reddington?
Hey. You okay?
I'll be fine.
Anything I can do? I'm good.
I never would have said anything if I knew this was going to happen.
You said you weren't going to say anything at all.
I know. And I'm sorry. But you lied.
You said Agent Ressler's laptop was on your work station,
and we both know that is not the truth.
The IP address where your search originated,
it was Agent Ressler's apartment. Early this morning.
Way early. So...
Aram. I'm sorry.
Yeah. Me, too.
Sir, you really should let us keep you overnight...
Excuse me. Donald Ressler, FBI. What seems to be the problem?
No problem at all, Officer. Just trying to be on my way.
So this was a hunting accident?
That's right.
Funny outfit for hunting.
Probably should get one of those orange vests, huh?
Well, Doctor, if he wants to go,
there's nothing we can do to force him to stay.
Why, thank you, Officer.
Appreciate it.
We're letting him walk?
That's Raymond Reddington's coat.
Let's see where he leads us.
What do you think is actually going on here?
Piss off, man.
You sure this is about me?
I'm worth a lot more to them than you are.
I wouldn't be at all surprised
if I were to walk out of these woods alive.
And I sincerely doubt you'll be as lucky.
Where do you suppose we're gonna go with my money?
I say Aruba. Maybe Cancun.
It's Jasper.
Where the hell you been?
You're holding my friend. I wanna make a deal.
It's that Russian bitch.
I'm listening.
I've got your friend Jasper here.
Straight trade, him for Reddington.
I thought you were going to offer me
something worth a damn, sister.
Keep him.
I don't think you understand the situation here...
The situation is that my man Reddington here is worth a fortune,
and Jasper, God bless his heart, is... Well, he's dead weight.
Tell him it's been real.
Dude. Jasper is family.
Yeah, well, if that's a fact, he's the idiot cousin.
Forget him.
The three of us is family. That's what counts.
Reddington is worth a fortune? What?
You just said Reddington is worth a fortune.
Yeah, and?
You're not gonna kill him, are you?
Of course we're gonna kill him.
What do you think we're doing out here?
What are you doing, son?
Pablo, what the hell?
Answer the phone. Tell her we're gonna make the trade.
What're you doing? You're going to ruin everything!
See, this is why I don't go to family reunions.
Aunt Lucile is always arguing with Buddy,
Uncle Scott is drunk by noon,
and someone's hand is always in the wrong cookie jar.
Well...
You ain't got the stones to pull that trigger...
Pick up the phone. Put it on speaker.
Listen to me. We're ready to deal.
Reddington's worth a bundle, and you know it.
You and him are worth two mil to the feds.
You can match that?
I can.
It'll take some time. I'll call you back in two hours.
Elizabeth, don't...
Shut up, man. You don't get no vote.
Two hours or Reddington here is dead.
And bring Jasper, or no deal.
Pablo. That was beautiful.
Dembe? I believe this is what you've been waiting for.
Heavier than it looks.
Raymond...
Reddington's been abducted.
I'm not exactly sure by who and I don't know why,
but I think I have a plan to get him back.
A prisoner exchange.
That, and we have to give them the care package.
Raymond will not allow that.
I'm not asking his permission.
We need it to clear your name.
If we don't do this, they're going to kill him.
Reven. I wasn't expecting you.
Ah, well, I need a minute. It's important.
Of course. Come in.
What do you know about Operation Backslide?
Uh, it was a CIA operation
to support Somalia against the Islamic Courts Union.
Why do you ask?
Matias Solomon ran the operation.
It was the last one he ran before the agency fired him.
You asked me for information about Solomon. I'm sorry.
The day just got away from me.
That's okay. I did some digging on my own.
So, at the time of the operation,
you were Assistant Secretary of State for African Affairs.
According to the records,
the operatives were given State Department cover.
Solomon was listed as an attache working out of your office.
Yeah, well...
We gave coverage to a lot of operatives. So...
And maybe some of them know Solomon. If I could get a list...
Was this Agent Ressler's idea?
No, no. I haven't told him yet.
I came here as soon as I found out...
I'm so sorry, honey.
I'm going to miss you.
I really am.
Any last words, a final prayer or anything?
Tommy Markin.
That is Raymond's jacket.
Let's just hope it's not his blood.
Where is he?
Somewhere, I don't know.
Hand over Jasper and the cash, and we'll release him.
You think we're stupid?
No, I do not.
Elizabeth... Are you all right?
Do not do this. Do not give it to them.
All right. I showed you mine. Show me yours.
Holy hell...
Those what I think they are?
Yeah.
And they're worth far more than the reward the FBI is offering.
All right, let him go.
You can take Cash's truck. He won't be needing it.
You are in desperate need of some help, Jilly.
(SIREN WAILING)
♪ The garden was blessed by the gods of me and you
FBI! Elizabeth! This way.
That's far enough, ma'am. Put your hands up!
Hey! No!
Keen!
♪ What you're waiting for?
♪ We counted all our reasons, excuses that we made
♪ We found ourselves some treasure
♪ And threw it all away, oh
♪ What you're waiting for?
♪ No, what you're waiting for?
♪ What you're waiting for?
♪ No, what you're waiting for?
Lizzy, where are you?
Where are you?
They're coming.
♪ When I lose control and the veil's overused
♪ Blame it on me
♪ What you're waiting for?
♪ No, what you're waiting for?
♪ Caught in the tide of blossom
♪ Caught in the carnival
♪ Your confidence forgotten
♪ And I see the gypsies run, oh
♪ What you're waiting for?
♪ No, what you're waiting for?
♪ What you're waiting for?
♪ No, what you're waiting for?
♪ When I dance alone, and the sun's bleeding down
♪ Blame it on me
♪ When I lose control, and the veil's overused
♪ Blame it on me
♪ What you're waiting for?
♪ No, what you're waiting for?
♪ What you're waiting for?
♪ No, what you're waiting for?
Stop! Aah.
Stop.
You wouldn't. I would.
You know I would.
Elizabeth Keen, you're under arrest.
♪ What you're waiting for? ♪