The Blacklist

Previously on "The Blacklist"...

If you took over for Reddington, inherited the Blacklist...

One task, then it's done.

What could possibly be left for me to do?

To take my life. I can't do it.

It's all right.

Raymond, we must.

I'm sorry.

How does it end?

You'll find out.

Her name is Elizabeth?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

I didn't. Not until she walked into that restaurant.

I knew an Elizabeth.

You know, I've only known her for two weeks,

but when you know, you know, am I right?

I never did, but I'm glad you do.

So, tell me about her.

Your Elizabeth.

She wasn't my Elizabeth. She was my friend.

She died two years ago.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

The truck's loaded up.

Wire the payment, and you're good to go.

Yeah, listen. Uh, about that...

The agreement was you come alone.

Agreements change.

My associate's a trusting fellow.

He sees nothing but possibility

in stealing a truckload of precious microchips,

especially when one of the eagerly corrupt port employees

asks a lot of questions.

So I asked some of my own. He's a cop.

What should I do about that?

Make sure he's never found.

Kill him. Go on. Your partner's a cop.

Show me you're not one, too.

See? I told you. Nothing to worry about.

Hmm. There's no blood.

Like I said, he's very trusting.

Up.

Ah. Looky here.

Special Agent Dembe Zuma.

FBI.

No, no!

See what the FBI knows first,

then kill him and get rid of the bodies.

You, get the truck. Go.

There's a diamond ring in his pocket.

Oh, I'm through trusting you.

It's two carats at least.

Well, well. What do you know?

No! No, no, no!

A shootout at a Los Angeles port left one FBI agent dead

and another wounded, raising fears about disruption

in the supply of vital microchips.

With us to discuss the incident is former

FBI deputy director Harold Cooper.

So, what happened and why?

The "why" is simple. The world runs on microchips.

Our phones, our cars, the planes we fly in.

The concern is that America manufactures

only 12% of the world's semiconductors.

The most advanced chips are manufactured in Taiwan.

If our ability to import them is threatened,

then so is our economy.

You say the attempted theft

poses a national-security threat.

Absolutely. What are you watching?

My ex-boss.

The target was a shipment transported from Asia.

The Bureau assigned an undercover team

to infiltrate and identify the perpetrators,

which I'm told they were unable to do.

In the past two years, this country has seen...

Come on. Why are we listening to this?

You aren't taking the meeting with Conroy seriously.

It's okay. I'm prepared for it.

Rise in crime...

No one's prepared for Conroy.

You endure Conroy. You suffer him.

You supplicate yourself in the microscopically vain hope

that he will agree to be an angel investor in our idea,

which, to date, is notable only for costing us our life savings.

So, you know...

So when they...

I need you to focus on that, only that.

Okay. I got you, Nick.

Criminal empires are like authoritarian regimes.

Most often ruled by a single, all-powerful leader.

When that power becomes decentralized or fractured,

it leads to a period of chaos and instability.

So when the leader of a criminal organization

steps down or dies,

there's inevitably a rise in crime

as others fight for control over what he left behind.

Reddington. Are you saying

powerful crime bosses can actually make the world safer?

There are a lot of criminals that we don't know exist.

The best of the crime bosses know them all

and have the power to keep many of them in check.

So, when they stop doing that, then, yes,

the world is less safe as a result.

I can boost your meds.

It's fine.

My friend. I came as soon as I could.

How is he? Stubborn.

His flak jacket acted like a furnace.

He's got third-degree burns on his upper arms and torso

and not enough pain meds in his system.

Not until we talk.

So you're the reason.

I'll give you a few minutes. Please talk.

So he can have some peace.

I need to find him.

The man who killed Laver.

The passcode... I-S-H-Q.

The first photo.

Six months undercover, I don't know the buyer.

All I have is that. Both mercs had it.

Do you know what it means? No.

Neither does anyone at the Bureau.

But we both know who might.

When was the last time you spoke?

A year and a half. I can't reach him.

But you have Agnes, so I assume you can.

What's the protocol? How do we make contact?

I'm getting too old for this.

What were you thinking?

Killing an FBI agent.

You're putting us at risk. Jeopardizing the brand.

You gave me this opportunity, so I come to you when you call

and I listen to you blah-blah-blah

about playing it so safe that if I didn't know better,

I'd say you were once the CEO of an insurance company.

But I do know better.

Certainly better than some old fool the world's passed by.

What you see as a problem I see as an opportunity.

I doubt the buyer thinks his microchips

getting incinerated is much of an opportunity.

Plan "A" was to get the product.

Plan "B" is to get to the secret to how the product is made.

That way, the buyer can make the product themselves.

There's gonna be an investigation.

Things could get exposed.

If I were you, I'd let it go.

You were me.

And you gave it all up to play golf.

May I borrow this?

You gonna hit some balls?

Yeah. I might give 'em a whack.

It's not my fault.

I told you everything I knew about where the chips would be.

How could I know the FBI was watching the port in Los Angeles?

That's all in the past. Now the plans have changed.

I need to know how to make them,

the knowledge and the processing software.

Luckily, the person who can give me both is your boss.

Where does he live? I don't know.

You golf?

Are the fingers supposed to be interlocked?

Forget it. Heh.

If I get it wrong, I'll take a, uh...

What do you call it? A mulligan?

Yes. A mulligan.

Thank you.

Perfect timing.

I'm not here to drink.

I know why you're here.

I've sent for the doctor.

I came to see Reddington.

Which is why I called the doctor.

Like you, I follow protocol.

Put a mark on a mailbox, I call the doctor.

If Reddington wants you to find him, you will.

If he doesn't, you won't. Sit. Drink.

The doctor will be here soon.

A list of sights to see in Havana.

I highly recommend La Cabana.

I'm leaving. As soon as I speak with Reddington.

I'm sure you will.

But that won't be for a few days.

There was a flood in the Amazon.

The Amazon?

I thought he was in Cu... Cuba.

He might be. Eventually.

I can't wait. This...

Why I came, it's... urgent.

Once you finish your scan and his identify is verified,

I'll call the sisters.

Look at me.

Come closer.

I'm here to see Reddington.

Crack it into the water.

What do you see? The shape.

Tell me.

A cloudy orb.

The sun breaking through the clouds.

Is that good or bad?