The Blacklist

Chen Yu-Lan, meet your future patron.

What the hell is this? This is nuts.

Come here.

This isn't about microchips anymore.

This is kidnapping.

In what stretch of reality

would kidnapping become part of the plan?

The plan failed, so I came up with a better plan.

SCG segregates each department

so no one person knows the secret

of how to make its precious chip.

No one except dear Mr. Chen.

Please help us. Please, sir, please.

Oh, my God. This is just insanity. Not at all.

SCG makes a critical supply

of the world's most advanced microchip.

We don't want to corner the market.

Many of the cars your employers make aren't running

because they can't acquire enough chips to make them run.

I'm offering them an endless supply.

You know what?

We don't want anything to do with this.

Good. A state actor, then?

A superpower with the vision that you clearly lack.

And what about Mr. Chen and his family?

Well, they're no longer your concern.

No!

I think we know the moral to that story.

Do as I say

so I won't have to do as I do.

Understood?

Yes, no?

Plan "B."

You're gonna die when you hear it.

It's the only way this works.

Then it's not gonna work.

I can't go in. Why?

'Cause you're still wounded?

Because we don't have a warrant yet.

I can't enter without one.

Oh, but, so, you can't, but I can?

I'm an FBI agent. You're not.

Look, Anderson abducted a family,

a husband, a wife, an 11-year-old daughter.

We have probable cause to enter his home.

And I will, as soon as Park gets the warrant.

Otherwise, anything I find that proves his guilt

will get tossed out of court.

Hey, I know the rules of evidence.

But I'm not just gonna sit there waiting. Then don't.

We're legally on thin ice anyway.

You're arguably acting as an agent of the Bureau.

So, you're the Good Cop and I'm the Bad Guy now?

Oh, this just gets better and better.

You said the place was upscale, but not lived in.

Raymond has places like that.

Why?

Because he can.

Because he has resources,

which means The Skinner does, too.

Resources we can't match.

So, why'd you become an agent?

I mean, Reddington always has some secret agenda.

What's yours?

What you found is that we're outmatched,

that unless we get help, we'll never find the hostages

or avenge the death of my partner,

not that you care much.

Third degree burns,

and the biggest pain I've got is you.

Yeah, it's me.

I think you need to reach out to the senator.

Cynthia.

That's "Senator Cynthia" to you.

To what do I owe the displeasure?

And I thought absence made the heart grow fonder.

I am found of you when you're absent.

Up close, I vacillate between fear and loathing.

Your briefing with the Secretary has to wait.

Aren't you a talking head now?

Chitchatting about crime and terrorism

till you're booted for the segment

on how to make the perfect hot wing?

This is important, Senator.

I'm sure it is, Harold.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I'm sure you know about the attempted theft

of the SCG microchips.

What you may not know is that Dembe Zuma

is the reason they weren't taken.

I heard he was with the Bureau.

I can only imagine what heartstring

you had to pull to make that happen.

He's been badly hurt, his partner killed.

For his troubles, he's been benched

pending an investigation.

So, he turned to you.

And I got the band back together.

What band? There is no band.

I disbanded the band.

Voided Reddington's immunity agreement.

He's given us a lead. A lead on what?

The microchips weren't taken, but the engineer,

Chen Yu-Lan, who knows how to make them, was.

Imagine that information in the hands of our enemies.

Technology that powers your phone, your car,

the Internet.

And once they have it, imagine them

cutting us off from getting it.

I haven't heard about any abduction.

Is anyone claiming responsibility?

Yes, a 700-year-old pirate.

Does Reddington know any run-of-the-mill criminals?

The Skinner is the latest in a long line of brigands,

a nom de guerre passed from one generation to the next.

The current Skinner is Graeme Anderson.

He abducted the engineer and his family.

We can't solve this case without your help.

If, hypothetically speaking,

I was to help,

what would you need?

Panabaker sliced us a small piece of black ops funding

and a promise for tactical assistance if needed.

What about access to CODIS and Bureau databases?

They're ours as soon as you and Agent Park access the system.

Agent Park.

We're on a clock.

Right. Sorry.

What are you doing?

Perseverating.

About what you said.

About honoring Elizabeth.

I mean, what are you doing here in her office?

I believe I already answered that question, Donald.

You're back.

For the moment.

Let me bring you up to speed.

How about we do that in your office?

Just go slowly.

It'll come.

What'll come?

I don't know.

Whatever it is.

Tomorrow, I suppose.

This is just a satellite office.

Please.

- Your plan will not work. - It has to work.

I have bidders lined up for the processing software

and the man who can run it.

You're the man, and now you're gonna get me that software.

The program you want is only kept in Taiwan.

I'm not an idiot, Mr. Chen.

There's computers in that building

that can access the SCG mainframe in Taipei.

Am I wrong?

There are security protocols.

Well, you're the CTO.

If anyone can bypass them, I'm betting you can.

And when I do,

you will let my family go?

Whatever happens to them is entirely in your hands.

You have until 5:00.

Oh, and, Mr. Chen,

I have someone on the inside.

Everything you say or do, I'll know.

You hungry?

I want a omelet from Tempo.

The fluffy kind that makes you feel like you're eating a cloud.

Or we could rob a convenience store,

or take candy from a baby.

Something to pass the time, hmm?

Chen's got a nice family.

I hope he gets what I need.

We know The Skinner abducted Chen and his family.

We don't know if anyone hired him to do it.

There's nothing from State or Langley

to suggest The Skinner is working

for Russia, China, or North, um...

I'm, I'm sorry, but, uh, what happened to your hair?

Oh.

Straight razor.

Weecha does my face and my head in one fell swoop.

We don't have enough electricity where we live

to waste any on clippers or other electronics.

Just the fridge and the CD player.

But I can tell you,

one of life's great simple pleasures

is seeing a woman, naked, out on the porch,

with a bowl of hot water

shaving her legs with a straight razor.

It's captivating.

Bastards took my Scotch.

I've been drinking a lot of rum.

Slow-aged in the mountains.

Rich and delicious.

We get barrels of the stuff

from Weecha and Mierce's family.

Cool. Uh, there's nothing in the Bureau's database

about Chen's disappearance,

and SCG hasn't reported him missing.