The Blacklist

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Colleague?

Yes.

And a friend.

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Will you be staying for the autopsy?

No.

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But could I have a moment?

Of course.

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Dear God, I pray to you for her.

Grant her eternal rest.

Let light shine upon her.

And may her soul rest in peace.

You're absolutely certain.

Yes. Apartment 3B.

Vandyke lived there or stayed there?

We've gone through this.

Indulge me.

The GPS data points that plotted Vandyke's whereabouts

the day Elizabeth was killed...

I went to each one.

Every step he took that day, I've taken.

Every store, restaurant, apartment building.

3B.

I showed the super his photo and my badge.

Vandyke lived there, off and on.

Helen Field.

Sister? Friend? Girlfriend? Comrade in arms?

I still don't know yet.

Weecha and I will take a run at Miss Field.

You have a case to solve.

More important than solving this?

It might be to Agent Park.

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Hey.

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What are you doing here?

Looking at you. You look good.

Marriage suits you.

How's Perry? Peter's fine.

Mm. I was just texting him

to see what he wants me to order him.

You've introduced him to our spot.

I can't decide if I should be jealous or touched.

You should be leaving, preferably before he gets here.

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I have a job for you.

I already have a job. I heard you left the Academy.

You heard? Are you following me?

I'm trying to.

What you're doing now I can't figure out,

but it can't be as exciting as what we used to do.

What we did wasn't exciting. Or legal.

It was extralegal and necessary,

and you were good at it.

Which is why I'm here.

I've helped start an organization... The Conglomerate.

The answer's no.

You don't even know the question.

Sure I do. And it's not about work.

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Well...

In case you change your mind.

I won't.

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I hope that's not true.

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Hey! Hi!

I'm Peter.

John.

Alina and I used to... Work together.

Really? Yeah.

Do tell.

She likes to keep me in the dark.

Oh, I bet.

John was just leaving.

See what I mean?

Another time. It was nice to meet you.

Yeah. Alina, it's always a pleasure.

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So, what'd you do together?

Oh, uh, you know... Kill people.

Right.

Serves me right for asking.

Did you order? I am starving.

I didn't.

But I'm... I'm sorry.

I got a text from work, and I have to go.

I'm sorry. Don't be sorry.

Go. Save the planet.

Or whatever it is you do that you can't tell me about.

I've been trying to answer more.

And I'm trying to ask less.

Look at us.

Quite a team.

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We all know governments sanction assassinations

through their intel agencies,

the CIA, MI6, SVR, Mossad.

According to Raymond,

four of these contract killers

have formed a new organization called the Conglomerate.

Do any of you know anything about this?

Me?

No. I mean, I've heard, uh, rumors,

whispers of a company of assassins.

Is that what this is,

a company that's privatized assassination?

Yes. And Raymond says they're taking on clients.

Does he know the clients? No.

Only the victims.

A supposedly untouchable arms dealer,

a Kosovan minister accused of terrorism,

a corrupt police chief.

I don't like it, but at least they're targeting the bad guys.

For now.

The Conglomerate serves any ideology of any country.

If you can pay, they will kill, good guys or bad.

I'll reach out to my contact at Langley.

If I get his blessing, we're good to go.

The way Raymond talked, I thought you'd know more about this.

No, I don't.

I'm not sure what he was thinking.

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What were you thinking? Agent Park.

My wetwork is none of your business, or the task force's.

Bad timing, I'm afraid. I have a pressing engagement.

Did you know they approached me?

Is that why you gave us the case?

Because I'm not doing it if that's what you're worried about.

I'm not worried. I'm late.

But stay. Raid the fridge.

Why are you doing this to me?

Wetwork is such a delightfully bland euphemism

for the act of spilling blood.

Leave it to the Russians to coin a phrase

so dripping with sangfroid.

Why?

There's a tin of Beluga caviar in there.

It'll calm even your frayed nerves, Agent Park.

Champagne, as well.

Close up when you're done.

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Alina Park?

John Richter.

I hear you've had some excitement.

Hey!

Do I know you? The man you assaulted has decided to press charges.

The man I assaulted was in the process of assaulting a woman.

That's why I assaulted him.

So if you're his lawyer... I'm not.

Much to my mother's disappointment,

I'm not a lawyer at all.

A cop then, an investigator.

A fan.

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It's not every day I meet a woman

who smashes a man across the head

with a bottle of Grand Cuvee.

They were out of Jack.

A sense of humor. That wasn't in your file.

What file?

Are you happy at the Academy?

Who are you?

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Most people don't realize that anger

is the purest expression of care we have.

Rage comes from a lack of control.

A fear you can't protect yourself

or the people you care about.

From the amount of anger I noted in your file,

I imagine you're an incredibly caring person.

That's why I'm here.

See for myself.

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What do you want from me?

Right now?

I can't think of anything

I don't want from you.

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I wasn't honest before.

I do know about the Conglomerate.

In fact, I was asked to join it.

Wait. You were asked to join a team of assassins.

Yes. Why?

Because I am one.

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Okay.

Okay, that's funny. That's funny.

Uh, for a second there,