The Blacklist

I can't do it.

That's all right.

I don't want to.

I understand.

No.

No!

Raymond, we have to go.

Raymond, we must.

I'm sorry.

We have company.

It's Ressler.

Lose him.

(OVER PHONE) I know what you want to do,

but killing him will only make it worse.

Donald, listen to me.

You're in no condition to drive.

- (HORN HONKS) - Don't do this.

Raymond?

Raymond?

Raymond?

I'm being evaluated.

Not on your floricultural skills, I hope.

My mental state.

Weecha's sister, Mierce, is a shaman.

She reads the flowers for insight into my mood.

I see dried-out and dark.

Bad blood and betrayal.

Is this still about Dembe joining the FBI?

Because that wasn't about betrayal.

It was about upward mobility.

What happened to Elizabeth,

Dembe shares a significant responsibility for that.

What are you talking about?

Townsend is responsible.

He sent Vandyke, Vandyke pulled the trigger.

I thought you were with the sister.

I am. Weecha and I are roommates.

The bed is much more comfortable than the couch.

I, being a gentleman, I offered her the bed.

She being a lady, she invited me to join her.

Marvin, you said you had news.

Let's hope it's decidedly less dry

and considerably more light.

Hess, Ray, Colby.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.

Three days, three hits.

No who, no why, only the what,

which is a disaster.

The only thing worse is the fact

that I am the first one telling you this.

Hess was hit on Tuesday.

How could this possibly be news to you?

You're out of touch.

You need to get your ducks in a row, Raymond.

Pinky!

Oh, my goodness!

Aren't you a bundle of energy this morning?

I've got orchestra practice before school,

then a math quiz and an English presentation.

Then I'm trying out for the play.

And then you're reading me some Pippi Longstocking.

You're weeks behind on that, by the way.

- (HORN HONKS) - That's Sadie.

Total frenemy. Got to go.

Hi, Weecha. Bye!

- (CHUCKLES) - (DOOR CLOSES)

I'd like to think I had that much energy once.

On the other hand, if I did, it's depressing

to think about where it all went.

Perhaps this will give you a jolt.

It seems I'm under attack.

In the past week, a strike team has taken out

three key members of my organization.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you, but I'm not here for your sympathy.

Good, because officially, you don't have it.

On the record, the Bureau would be thrilled to know

the Reddington organization is under siege,

but I'm guessing you're not here for my official response.

As a rule, I police my own business.

In this case, I need help,

and if you want the blacklist to continue,

- you'll give it. - It's that bad?

The attacks were surgical and strategic,

requiring an insightful knowledge of my organization.

And I don't really know from which direction

this assault is coming.

And there's one more thing.

Dembe... I won't work with him again.

- Why not? - All that matters is that I won't.

He'll have to be replaced.

I won't do that,

certainly not without knowing why.

Ask him. He's an honest fellow.

Who knows? After he tells you,

you may not want to work with him either.

Reddington's worried.

His organization's under attack,

and he wants our help to fend it off.

He doesn't have a name or a motive.

Only this, three victims in three days.

Who are they?

Ricki Hess. Jack Ray.

Budge Colby.

Friends of yours?

They were, once. Good people.

What did they do for Reddington?

Operations. Each was responsible

for a different port. New Jersey, Norfolk, Miami.

These were top people. Well-protected.

But yet someone got to all three.

No wonder Reddington's worried.

I've asked our field offices in the relevant cities

to forward us the crime-scene information.

If there's a clue in there about who did this, we need to find it.

We already have a clue.

- You know who did this? - No.

Just what they're going to do next.

How happy is Reddington that you're on the task force?

Not very. In fact, he wants me to kick you off it.

What? Why would he want that?

He said I should ask you.

Vandyke.

If I was doing my job even a little bit that day, that night,

I would've seen him long before he shot Elizabeth.

I could've stopped him.

And Reddington blames you because you didn't.

No more than I blame myself.

You shouldn't. I don't.

And, believe me, I tried.

Raymond has Vandyke's phone.

He had someone pull the GPS data points

from the day Elizabeth was killed.

I met Elizabeth at a diner hours before she was shot.

The GPS data points and photos on the phone

show that Vandyke was watching us.

If I was paying attention at all,

I would have noticed him.

How did he know you'd be there?

I assume he was following me, but I'm not sure.

Which is why I had the phone data sent to me.

I hope that by tracking it, I'll find out.

I could use your help plotting the data points.

- Of course. - So what's the clue?

I thought I was being kicked off.

That's my call, not Red's.

He thought I would agree with him

once you had explained yourself.

You have, and I don't.

So the clue, let's hear it.

This is a macro look at Raymond's operations in the Atlantic.

Does he have that many operations in the Pacific?

And the Indian, Baltic, and the Mediterranean.

- Nothing in the Arctic? No.

Other than a compound on the Faroe Islands.

It's official. Our lives suck.

For shipping in the Atlantic,

he uses accounts in Hamburg, Belfast, and the Caymans.

Funds are routed through the hawala network to Morocco.

He then ships from Gibraltar, Benin or Dakar.

You really know everything, don't you?

I guess I assumed you did, but you actually do.

I didn't always.

Everything with Raymond is need-to-know,

but after Elizabeth, he couldn't function.

So I had to function for him.

You took over.

- I did. What was that like,

going from the man in front of the man

to the man behind him?

Down!

A nightmare.

So, Benin, Dakar, Gibraltar.

Goods ship from there to New Jersey, Norfolk, Miami.

Raymond is a middle man.

He has clients. They have goods.

If the port of entry is choked off

and they can't take delivery,

that costs them money, which Raymond has to cover.

This is all very educational, but where's the clue?

Right here.

The port of Baltimore.

That you, Joe?

I know, I know, no smoking on site.

Don't tell her royal pain in the...

What the... Joe?

Baltimore is Raymond's only remaining port of entry

on the eastern seaboard.

Whoever's doing this

took out three of his port managers.

It's safe to assume he'll try to take out a fourth.