The Blacklist

Engel, Rhys.

Weight... 12 stone.

Height... 177 centimeters.

He's about your age.

I think he's perfect.

Cause of death?

Heart failure. He's American. Here on business.

And what's our window?

Just ordered toxicology report,

so I won't issue the death certificate for another 48.

That's good. That's very good.

Is that a yes?

It's a yes.

Sold.

How do you plan to find them?

I have resources. Keen's in hiding.

They all are. I can't find them.

If the FBI can't find them,

how the hell do you plan to do the job?

As I said...

I have resources. Get it done.

I don't care who gets in the way, just get it done.

And be careful with this one. She's a mouse trap.

A mouse trap?

More dangerous than she looks.

Thank you.

Alright. Here's your room key...

- Thank you. - ...and this case,

which was left with instructions to give to you when you arrived.

Are you here for business or pleasure?

I have a few days to kill.

Hey. Came soon as I could.

Thank God you're okay.

- Were you followed? - Mnh-mnh.

Were you followed?

No. Just me.

Rocco here?

Rocco's gone.

Did you bring the burner?

And soup.

- Thought you'd be hungry. - You're an angel.

Get in here.

Liz, what the hell's going on?

Townsend.

He's looking for me.

Townsend-our-partner Townsend?

That's right. Is he looking or hunting?

- Hunting. - All of us.

Liz, back up. What's happened?

Okay. Reddington's handler from Moscow... Stepanov...

Townsend and I were questioning him,

and whatever he told Townsend, whatever he knows...

And whatever he gave up,

it caused Townsend to try to kill you?

Woman, in what world does that make any sense?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

- What do the feds know? - I'll make a few calls.

This is good.

Rocco's dead.

Okay, that's bad, but this is good.

Because the Russian can prove that Reddington's N-13, right?

He's the key to all of this. The feds now know about him.

This is good.

I think so. I think whatever Townsend learned,

it's what Reddington's been trying so desperately to hide.

I don't know what any of this has to do with

why Townsend is trying to kill me,

but I get the sense that we are very close to the truth.

I'll make a few calls, see what Cooper knows.

In the meantime, you guys just stay put.

Anyone like soup?

Donald, tell me what you've found out.

We're working sources in the field,

breaking down satellite feeds, traffic cameras.

Local police are canvassing the perimeter now.

What if Elizabeth is outside the perimeter?

We don't know that she is.

And you don't know that she's not,

which means the only thing you know is nothing.

I hope you're here because you have a lead

on Keen's whereabouts.

I don't. I have a lead on the hitman

who's been contracted to find her.

Townsend hired a hitman?

He hired a hitman to find her.

I suspect he'll wait on the hit until I'm there to see it.

So, what do we know about the guy?

He's known as the Protean, and like his mythic namesake

who possessed the gift of prophecy,

he escapes those who want to question him

by changing his form.

A hitman who's a shapeshifter?

He's an independent contractor

hired by governments, corporations, bad guys.

His allegiance follows the money.

Do you know how to contact him?

You have a photo? An alias?

I know he's based in Europe.

I've never seen a photo.

As for his name, it changes.

He travels the globe, hunting his victims,

using the names of the recently deceased

to move from job to job.

If he's taking the identities of the dead,

wouldn't it be reported by loved ones,

- family members? Well, it would,

unless the deaths have yet to be certified.

Meaning that if the Protean's in the U.S.,

he entered using the alias of someone who just recently died.

Which is why I need the names of people

who have passed through U.S. customs in the last 48 hours.

That's a tall order, considering that you're protecting

Ivan Stepanov from the Bureau.

Then I'll narrow it down.

White male, between 35 and 45,

probably travelling alone with a U.S. passport.

DOJ's gonna have questions.

Even if I can convince Homeland to expedite the approvals...

We don't have time for approvals.

There's a system in place.

There's a hitman hunting Elizabeth.

I'm aware of that, and I'd like to help you.

We all want to find her as badly as you,

but to do that, we have to go through proper channels.

- Why? - Because we're the FBI.

I told you this was a waste of time.

We'll handle it ourselves.

Hello? - Hi. Sorry.

I have a delivery to make, and the unit's not answering.

Talk to the feds? What's the word?

Nothing yet. I can't get bars

on this stupid burner phone.

- Hey, Skip? - Mm-hmm?

Thank you.

Well, it's no big deal. It was just soup.

No, I mean...

thank you.

[ ISLEY BROTHERS' "SUMMER BREEZE" PLAYING ON RADIO ]

You know, I know some bankers in Costa Rica.

Say the word, and we can be in the rainforest in 24 hours.

Wait. Wait. No.

Skip. Skip, what's goin'...

Oh!

Where is she?

What do you mean, took him? Took him where?

One of his secret medical teams

who then promptly helped Stepanov vanish.

So, he's gone. We learned nothing.

Elizabeth, you're missing the point. You're in danger.

Yes. From Townsend and Reddington.

He's trying to help.

The only one Reddington's trying to help is himself,

which is why I can't come in until I know what Townsend knows

and why he wants me dead.

Until then, I'm on my own.

You get the trace?

Mrs. French, hey, it's me.

Is Agnes with you?

School.

Something's happened.

Tell me where she is, and I'll spare your life.