The Blacklist

Before I start running,

I need a rest.

Even if it's just for one night.

You know how this ends.

I can't find my sock.

We're gonna try and stop you.

It's purple with little unicorns on it.

Agnes thinks unicorns are good luck.

Unicorn socks to protect against Reddington.

You got any better ideas?

Yeah. Don't go after him.

Thanks for letting me stay.

I'm texting you an address.

Meet me there as soon as you can.

A few years ago, I found out

my husband was living a double life.

Whoa.

Yeah.

He had secrets. Lots of them.

Including this apartment.

I thought maybe we could find something here that could

- help you out a little bit. - Me?

Yeah. It's not much, but it'll get you out of the city.

Go on, take it.

I've already gotten you into enough trouble.

You do know we are gonna need more than that.

We're gonna need more of everything.

Money. Weapons. People.

- Do you have anybody in mind? - I have a list.

First, I... we...

Call everyone on it, and then we get my daughter.

We've been made.

Elizabeth Keen, will you marry me?

Liz. We got to go. Now.

Clear.

We're too late.

I ju spoke with Reddington.

He says Keen just left a Kalorama address

in a Ford Bronco.

I want a BOLO on the car, not on Keen.

And when the cops find her in it?

We'll do what we can to protect her.

Did she protect you when Reddington was in the hospital?

She planted a bomb that nearly killed you.

So it's okay to protect

an actual killer like Reddington,

but not one of our own?

Look, what Keen almost did once

is nothing compared to what Reddington does

on a daily basis.

And yet, he put her name on the Blacklist.

Reddington wants her found, not hurt.

But given her overwhelming desire to hurt him,

I don't know that she'll leave him any choice.

Which is why we have to find her first.

I'll put out the BOLO.

Before you do, I want to say one more thing.

As fond as we are of Agent Keen,

I believe she's equally fond of us.

Given that, it wouldn't surprise me if she were to reach out,

solicit our help to find Reddington.

If and when she does that, I know how tempting it'll be

to give her the help that she needs,

but that would be a mistake.

It would make matters worse for her, not better.

So if she does call or show up on your doorstep,

I need to know.

Now... Park, get on the BOLO.

Aram, Ressler... Put eyes on Agnes.

We may not know where Agent Keen is,

but we do know she's in the city,

and she's not gonna leave it without her daughter.

Liz, hi! What are you doing here?

I don't have much time, Tadashi, so I'm gonna get to the point.

I want you to come and work for me.

Thanks, but I already have a job.

It's got a great health plan.

As long as I do it well, Mr. Reddington won't kill me.

Reddington is dying.

He'll deny it, but it's true.

And when he's gone, I'll be in a position

to give you all the work you'll ever need

because I'm getting everything.

Call Marvin Gerard, he'll confirm it.

One more thing.

These are all of Reddington's associates that I'm aware of.

I need their phone numbers.

I'm sorry, but I don't have them.

I know. But you can hack them.

She said you were sick.

Like pushing daisies sick.

Aspirants are all the same.

A little bit desperate, irrational, always impatient...

They never wait for the body to cool.

I told her I was with you hot or cold,

but since you mention it, are you, you know, cooling?

Like a lion in winter I am both diminished and dangerous...

As anyone who offers to help Elizabeth will quickly find out.

Exactly how would you define help?

Because she had this list...

I know it's a shock, but it's true.

Raymond is a traitor?

A Russian spy codenamed N-13.

He's been playing us for years.

One sec. Sorry.

- Hello? - Ruddiger,

have you spoken with Elizabeth Keen?

Yeah. I'm on with her right now.

She says you're a traitor. Not sure to which country.

Ruddiger, please.

I'm loyal to principle, not country.

And the first principle I'm loyal to is loyalty.

Do I have yours?

Now hold on, you gotta back up.

- Say that again for me. - He cut a deal.

Yeah, a deal. What are you talking about?

- A deal with who? - With the FBI.

Are you telling me that son of a bitch is a snitch?

Yep. Which is why I want you to come and work for me.

I'll tell you who I won't work for, and it's that turncoat,

that quisling, that...

Hold that thought.

Someone's ears were burning?

You've spoken with Elizabeth.

Pardon my French, but what a Yenta!

I can hear you both. Spreading rumors, are we?

- Telling truths. - Oyoyoy.

I think I hit conference instead of call waiting.

Who's next on your list?

Wouldn't you like to know?

He's the past, Morgan. I'm the future...

That's right, Tony, he works for Moscow.

Sure, Glen, I'll hold.

No, no, no, Chuck, before you take the other call,

just hear me out.

I mean... Chuck?

I got a message from our friend in the East.

He wants to meet.

He won't be easily appeased. Put him off for the moment.

I'm fighting a war on one front.

I'm not sure I have the strength to fight it on two.

So you're saying you wouldn't tell Mr. Cooper.

I'm saying it depends.

Depends on what?

I'm just saying, if she did reach out to you,

if you actually saw her, you might think differently.

- Did she reach out to you? - No, she didn't.

But if she did... I'm just saying

it might make a difference.

- Can I help you? - Mrs. Marks?

We're with the FBI. We work with Elizabeth Keen.

Is everything alright?

We understand you're looking after her daughter.

Has she arranged a time to pick her up?

In the old days, drug cocktails were decidedly more appealing.

I spoke to our friend in the East.

Ah. Thank you. That's a relief.

He expects you in Moscow the day after tomorrow.

And it gets worse.

Worse than Moscow at this time of year...

at any time of year.

Mmm. Oh!

Ah, well.

Looks like the second front has officially engaged.

No one said yes?

Not even an "I'll think about it."

Is there anyone else?

There is one other person,

and he's worth more than everyone on this list combined.

If I could get him, we'd have a fighting chance.

- Who's that? - Marvin Gerard. Reddington's lawyer.

He may not know where all the bodies are buried,

but I think he knows where a lot of the money is kept.

You got to assume Reddington's already contacted him.

Which is why I need to talk to him in person.

I need you to follow him

and tell me when he's somewhere safe to talk.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna make arrangements to pick up Agnes.

I can't believe they pledged their lives, fortunes,

and not-so-sacred honor to a traitorous sociopath.

Are they all really that scared?

It's fear.

Take this burner. It's clean.

Call me when you find a safe location.

About Agnes? Be careful.

You know they're gonna be watching her.

Yeah.

We found the Bronco. Abandoned in a parking garage.

Have you gone outside the Task Force

- for help on this? - We can clean up our own mess.

Evidence would suggest otherwise, Harold.

Broadcasting her fugitive status would ruin any chance

Elizabeth has of putting this genie back in a bottle.

Is she the genie or am I the genie?

- I'm confused. - You know what I find confusing?

The tape Elizabeth played me of you and Katarina

where she accuses you of being a Russian spy.

Oh, by all means, Harold, let's take what Brunhilda says

on that tape as gospel.

N-13. What does that mean to you?