The Blacklist

What's going on? You're acting funny.

Nothing.

Okay.

Tell me.

Tell me.

I need to ask you about something, and I need you to tell me the truth.

Of course. What is it?

I don't get it.

A man was shot and killed in that hotel.

Okay.

So, what's the question?

Were you involved?

I-in... in what?

The murder.

You're not going anywhere.

Liz. Stop!

The people that I work for are very powerful.

Now, I need you to tell me everything that you know.

I don't know anything.

- You're hurting me! - Damn it, Lizzy!

Do not lie to me!

I don't know anything! I swear!

Yeah, well, I wish that I believed you!

Aah!

Rise and shine.

The day is waiting.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Oh, God. I hate you right now.

Do you? Wake up, wake up, wake up.

- Get her, Hudson! Get her! - Stop it, both of you!

Ouch!

I know that you've had a rough few nights,

but today is gonna be a really great day.

Why?

Well, I have a doctor's appointment.

You hate doctors.

Yeah, but it's not for me.

It's...an ultrasound for our baby.

I thought Jeni was having second thoughts.

Yeah, she said we're the only married couple she knows

who don't totally hate each other, so she's...

she's giving us a baby.

That's...

That's great news.

It's amazing!

When you get home from work tonight,

you are finally gonna see what this little monster looks like.

Wait. I'm not invited?

I just know how busy you get. But call if you can't make it.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

It's so good to see things finally getting back to normal around here.

Mm!

My name is... is...

My n... My name is Seth... Seth Nelson.

P-p-p-please, please... I'm begging you.

D-don't...

Why are you doing this?

Save your breath, kid.

Please, don't do this.

Please...Don't!

What... What are you?

You got... You got the wrong guy!

Please!

Help me! Somebody!

Your sources were correct, sir.

The Iranian is attempting to procure a high-level-intelligence package.

We believe it could lead to the answer you seek.

Have it intercepted.

That may prove...difficult.

The seller hired the Courier to make the exchange.

The last time we attempted to intercept him...

I'm well aware of the men and resources we lost in Cairo.

Perhaps this is an opportunity

to let our new...friends at the FBI carry the water.

I've been ordered to include you in the oversight committee brief

on Reddington next week.

Cooper told me.

Here's the profile I prepared on him.

Have I told you yet I don't place much stock in profiling?

And by "much," I mean "none."

It's never once helped me solve a case.

You know what has?

- Hm? - Facts.

Yeah.

I also prepared a profile on you.

"Uptight, fueled by an inner rage,

"capable of the occasional moment of tenderness,

"which likely brings on the desire

to stay up all night watching Asian porn."

Not even close.

Huh. How about this?

You don't trust me.

You think I'm tainted somehow... Maybe a traitor.

You resent the fact

that Reddington wants to work directly with me instead of you.

Speak of the devil... It's the devil.

What is this place?

Something of a hideaway.

It used to be home

to one of the finest American writers who ever lived...

- Fredrick Hemstead. - Never heard of him.

No, you haven't. Nobody has.

Dear Fredrick was waiting tables when we first met...

strange little man, built like a fireplug.

He was living here with his mother until she died.

Poor Fredrick couldn't afford to stay on,

so I bought the place for him.

Please.

Sadly, Fredrick died without ever being published,

but this place is chock-full of his work...

Manuscripts, poems, unsent letters, and lots and lots of this.

What is that?

No earthly idea.

Some sort of distilled alcohol, I think.

There's bottles of the stuff stashed everywhere.

Would you like me to pour you a few fingers?

Why am I here?

Have you ever wondered

how criminals who know they can't trust one another

are still able to conduct business with each other?

They replace trust with fear and the threat of violence.

The next target on the blacklist is a physical embodiment of both.

He's known as the Courier,

and his involvement in a transaction virtually guarantees success.

Once he's hired to make a delivery,

he can't be bribed, he can't be stopped.

If either a party attempts to double-cross the other,

he kills them both.

The perfect middleman for an imperfect world.

Cooper's not gonna sanction a black op against the U.P.S. driver of crime.

He will when you tell him the Courier is scheduled

to deliver a package worth $20 million.

At that price, it could be anything

from a genetically engineered virus

to a very important person's head in a bag.

Does he have a name?

I'm sure he does. I don't know it.

Skip to the part where you tell me how you expect us to find him.

I know the man he's planning on delivering the package to...

An Iranian spy named Hamid Soroush.

Where are they making the exchange?

At the Winston farmer's market

in... 2 hours and 45 minutes.

My 1:00?

Could be him.

Same height, right age.

- You reading me, Haircut? - Stay on him.

When it rings, pick it up.

He just gave him something.

It's a cell. He's moving.

What's he saying?

I don't know. We've got nothing.

Get someone to point a Mike at this guy.

He's off.

Excuse me.

Can you break a $100?

I think he just made contact.

All teams start casually moving to the east side of the market.

Do not spook this guy.

Chang, get closer on the produce guy's face.

I think he made us.

Tactical teams, you're up.

I want South side sealed off from the outside.

Just made contact.

Shots fired! Soroush is down!

I don't have eyes on the shooter!

All teams, move in now.

You hit?

It's not my blood.

Suspect's heading north on 6th.

I need local air and law-enforcement support now.

Keys! Give me the keys!

Give me the damn keys!

Air support on the way.

Engage... Two minutes.

Cut him off at the next intersection!

Do it.

We're at the corner of 10th and Spencer.

The Courier's vehicle has been disabled.

Move and you're dead.

Put your other hand up.