The Blacklist

(ACE FREHLEY PLAYING NEW YORK GROOVE)

¶ Many years since I was here

It's not here yet? Sir?

I had the maitre d' call for my car

about 20 minutes ago. I'm gonna be late, pal.

¶ I was passin' my time away

We got a 0-1-2-0-6.

¶ To the left and to the right

Sir, so sorry. We don't seem to have this vehicle in the lot.

The car's been picked up.

The hell it has!

My guy says the car's not here.

Now, wait a minute. I haven't picked my car up.

I've been in your restaurant eating lunch.

A lemon-verbena iced tea and salmon salad,

which was overcooked, for what it's worth.

And I'm certainly not one of these meatheads

who tells you to keep it close.

But if my Range Rover is gone...

Sir, the ticket...

The ticket is collateral for my $100,000 vehicle,

and if it's not... This is a waste of my time.

I need to speak to your manager, okay?

¶ Sayin' "Where are we?"

¶ Stop at third and 43

I am so sorry. We're having a little employee situation.

I don't want to hear it, boss.

Just do your job and park the car.

And, boss? Keep it close.

¶ Ooh ¶ Feels so good tonight

¶ Ooh

¶ Who cares about tomorrow

¶ So, baby, you'd better believe

¶ I'm back

¶ Back in the New York groove

¶ I'm back ¶ Ooh, yeah

¶ Back in the New York groove

¶ I'm back

¶ Back in the New York groove

Elizabeth. How are you today?

Oh. I'm good. Where are you?

I thought we were meeting up.

Just bumped into a few old friends,

just catching up.

Are those sirens?

Yes. (CHUCKLES)

We're outside. It's very noisy here.

Perhaps I could call you back.

Wait. Reddington, are you okay? Never been better.

Hey, why don't you drop by my new place.

You'll love the pool.

I'll send you the address.

Sorry, sweetheart. I need to get off.

¶ So, baby, you better believe

¶ I'm back

¶ Back in the New York groove

¶ Ooh ¶ I'm back

¶ Back in the New York groove

¶ Ooh ¶ I'm back

¶ Back in the New York groove

¶ Ooh ¶ I'm back

¶ Back in the New York groove

(SIREN WAILING, GLASS SHATTERING)

¶ I'm back

¶ Back in the New York groove

¶ Ooh ¶ I'm back

¶ Back in the New York groove

¶ I'm back

¶ New York groove

¶ New York groove

¶ New York groove

¶ I'm back ¶

My God, Raymond.

She's a beauty.

Yes. Yes, she is.

How'd she do?

Like Bergita Olofson in her parents' rumpus room

on a Saturday night.

This should cover my outstanding debt,

along with the rest of the month.

And, Dariush, if it's not too presumptuous,

I'd like pay for drinks at tonight's social hour.

I'm feeling flush.

¶ One, two, get down

(JAMES BROWN PLAYING PAID THE COST TO BE THE BOSS)

¶ Paid the cost to be the boss

¶ Paid the cost to be the boss

¶ I paid the cost to be the boss

¶ Look at me, you know what you see

¶ You see a bad mutha

¶ Look at me, you know what you see

¶ You see a bad mutha

¶ Paid the cost to be the boss

¶ Paid the cost to be the boss

¶ Look at me, you know what you see

¶ You see a bad mutha ¶

Hold up. Agent Navabi.

"Agent Navabi"?

I think we're a little bit beyond

"Agent Navabi," aren't we?

Yeah, um, 100%,

but, um, we agreed to keep it professional at work.

It's not like we broke any laws.

Oh, my God. I forgot my bike.

Your bike. Where is it?

In the shop.

I cracked the hub on the Rolf wheel,

so, uh, took a taxi.

Well, you're late.

Cooper's been looking for you.

What's going on?

The new FBI director got sworn in today.

And his first order of business

is a bureau-wide review of all special operations.

They're gonna find out

that Mr. Reddington's empire has been decimated.

What they'll find is that Reddington gives us

more high-level targets than anyone else in the bureau.

I'm not worried about his ability to provide us cases.

I'm worried we may have a perception problem.

What does that mean? "Perception," sir?

There was a DNA test

between Reddington and Keen.

And it's only a matter of time

before I have to disclose the results of that test.

Which were?

Raymond Reddington's her father.

Reddington?

Elizabeth.

You've just missed the Ludeman family.

I must've thrown quarters for that little girl to fetch for over two hours.

Soda pop?

You're living here.

I make my bed where I lay my head.

At the Terrace Vista Motor Lodge?

I got to tell you,

I'm thinking about making it permanent.

Dariush, the owner and I, are somewhat the same size,

which has been a Godsend.

I think you'd quite like it here.

They host a social hour at sunset...

Music and cocktails.

It's a lovely crowd, really.

Eclectic, to say the least.

I thought you'd be a little bit more proactive,

trying to find ways to rebuild,

crawl your way back to the top.

Where's Dembe?

Dip your toes in.

I swear Dariush keeps the pool at body temperature.

You can't even feel the water. (CHUCKLES)

I'm glad you're having a nice time.

But Cooper actually sent me to see

if you might have a case.

Oh. I didn't realize

you were here on official business.

Well, you are my father and...

Oh, my God, that sentence and all that it means.

But, to be honest, knowing who my father is at this point

isn't gonna change who I am

or the fact that you're my CI.

And I need a case.

Then I suppose I'll need my pants.

Good afternoon.

Everybody be cool. I know who you are.

I've always wanted to hunt for bounty.

You're Raymond Reddington. And you're a bail bondsman,

which means you're likely looking for a fugitive.

I believe I can help.

Are you asking for a job?

Yes. Your biggest case.

Who is it? This isn't happening.

You're offering to help me find a fugitive?

You're a fugitive.

And as much as it pains me

to hunt one of my own,

it pains me more to admit I need the cash.

So, a name.

Smokey Putnum,

wanted for embezzling over $2 million

from Davis and Fox Entertainment.

The movie company? No, the carnival.

How fun. Even better. I love a good carnival.

Um, could you excuse us for just one moment?

Sure.

I'm sorry. What are you doing?

We need a Blacklister.

Harold needs a Blacklister.

I need to pay the rent,

and beggars can't be choosers.

We need a name. And we have one.

Smokey Putnum. Please, do tell.

Putnum went dark about two days ago.

He's due in D.C. for a trial in 36 hours.

Now, if he doesn't show up,

I forfeit my $80,000, all-cash bond.

What do skip tracers usually get?

About 10%.

20%?

I couldn't sleep right if I took a penny over 50%.