[ Note: Non-English spoken dialogue translated into English by screencaps is in Italics. The default is French. Other languages are specified ]

 
[ Mateen Mosadek walks along a Parisian street, listening to French hip hop music. A young woman, Helai, walks several steps behind him. Helai catches up to Mateen, takes out a map ]
Helai: Excuse me. I’m sorry, but I’m lost.
Mateen: It’s okay. Where do you want to go?
Helai: Boulevard Saint Germain, number 401.
Mateen: You’re not far away. Boulevard Saint Germain is right–
[ A van pulls up. Two men drag Mateen inside ]
 

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[ Kabul, Afghanistan ] [ A small boy walks up to a man and whispers. The man conveys the message to Zarak Mosadek ]
Man: [ In Pashto ] They have the boy.
 
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[ The office of the Director of Police Internal Affairs ]
Liz: I’m sorry. Say that again.
Internal Affairs Director: I understand you disagree with our conclusions.
Liz: We gave you leads. An evidence trail my daughter could follow.
IA Director: And we followed them. And others.
Cooper: Then why aren’t you acting on them?
IA Director: For the same reason you didn’t – the allegations against Ian Garvey are mostly circumstantial. …
Cooper: You said there were other leads.
IA Director: Yes. You aren’t the first to file a complaint against Garvey with Internal Affairs.
Cooper: I’d like to see those complaints. Do our own investigation into them. …
IA Director: You know how IA works. … Once our investigation is complete, our files are confidential. I am sorry.
 
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[ Ian Garvey sits in the front seat of a car. Li Zhao gets in. They use a cellphone-based translation program to communicate between Mandarin and English ]
Li Zhao: Mosadek is unhappy.
Ian Garvey: The seizure was planned. We’re throwing the DEA a bone.
Li Zhao: The seizure, losing our contact at the port – your obsession with Reddington is becoming a distraction we cannot afford. … You have been warned. …
 
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[ Liz joins Red in a theatre where he is alone watching the 1946 film noir Gilda ]
Red: I have a lead on Garvey. …
Liz: The port manager’s ledger?
Red: The port manager who was the go-between for the Nash Syndicate and their supplier in Afghanistan. Zarak Mosadek. … I told you Garvey isn’t afraid of legal
threats. He’s afraid of losing power. The ledger tells us how to take it from him.
Liz: Through this Mosadek.
Red: Garvey is a drug lord masquerading as a cop. If we get leverage over his supplier, we get leverage over him.
Once we have that, you’ll have your revenge.
Liz: After you get the duffel bag.
Red: Must be nice.
Liz: What?
Red: Not having anything precious you want to keep to yourself. …
 
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Liz: Zarak Mosadek is Afghanistan’s Deputy Interior Minister for Counter-Narcotics. He’s also the country’s biggest drug dealer. …
Samar: Why did Reddington put an Afghan drug lord on the Blacklist?
Liz: The Nash Syndicate answers to Mosadek, which means Garvey does, too. We get to Mosadek, we get to Garvey. … Mosadek is … headed to Paris. …
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[ Mateen sits bound to a chair. A page of paper has been fastened to his shirt says “10 million in Diamonds.”
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Cooper: Over 40,000 Americans died from opioid overdoses last year. As far as I’m concerned, he’s an accessory to murder. … Let’s take down two birds with this stone – an insidious drug pusher and Tom’s killer.
 

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Ressler: Shows what I know. I thought for sure Navabi was gonna think that you giving her that ring was gonna be a proposal.
Aram: Well, that’s because you assume that she wanted to marry me, and it wasn’t just a pit stop. A weigh station. A layover on her way to her final destination. …
 
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Aram: I’m confused. You want the file Internal Affairs has on Garvey, the one they said you couldn’t have?
Liz: If they said I could have it, I wouldn’t need your help. …
Aram: Wait. Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to
Paris? I mean, didn’t Mr. Reddington give us a case that’s going to get us to Garvey?
Liz: I’m sure it will get him to Garvey, but I plan on getting to him first. And to do that, I need your help.
 
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[ Cellphone ringing ] [ Red answers ]
Red: Bonjour.
Samar: [ On phone ] Reddington. … Perhaps I misunderstood you. When you dropped us back at your hotel, you said you’d be back in a hour. It’s been three.
Red: Dembe and I were detoured. We’re in the Latin Quarter at the moment, having a quick visit with an old friend. …
[ A man lies unconscious on a couch ]
Ressler: I hate to interrupt your little, um, Parisian vacation, but if we’re gonna intercept the most notorious drug supplier in the Middle East, we’re gonna need to hear your plan.
Red: Uh, yes. About that– … A small wrinkle. Nothing to fret.
Ressler: What’s going on? …
Red: Uh, truth be told, I anticipated a dear friend and contractor … would be handling Mosadek’s security in
country. …
Ressler: And let me guess – your friend didn’t get the job.
Red: Overbid the contract. Worse yet, it appears Victor Manzon is now running point on Mosadek’s security. Unfortunately, Victor and I have something of a sordid past – … [T]he long and the short of it is that if Victor were inclined to hand over Mosadek’s security detail to anyone, it wouldn’t be me. …
 
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[ The man sits on the couch sits up; it’s Victor Manzon. He has a bruise on his forehead ]
Red: Welcome back. How’s the noggin? You went down like a bag of rocks.
Victor Manzon: Reddington, you lowlife son-of-a-whore– I
swear–

Red: Save it, Victor. … The only thing you and I are going to discuss is Zarak Mosadek and whatever rock you and your security firm are hiding him under. So, let’s get down to brass tacks before you and I and your noggin have another go with the bottle.
 
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Aram: Okay, that is a terrible idea.
Liz: Can you track his car?
Aram: Yes, it’s a government vehicle. They’re geo-tagged, but–
Liz: And can you control the traffic light?
Aram: Yes …
Liz: Now, how long will it take to copy this file?
Aram: Less than a minute. …
 
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[ Aram is riding his bicycle ]
Aram: Oh! [ Tires screech ] [ A car hits Aram, knocking him to the ground ]
Internal Affairs Director: Geez.
[ Gearshift clicks, Seatbelt unlocks ] [ Car door opens ]
[ The Internal Affairs Director gets out ]
Internal Affairs Director: Oh, oh, my God.
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[ Liz runs over to the car as the Internal Affairs Director checks Aram ]
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Aram: [ Groaning ]
IA Director: Oh, my God. Are you all right?
Aram: I-I’m not sure. … Ohh, ohh, ohh.
IA Director: Just relax, okay?
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[ Liz begins to download the file ]
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IA Director: I-I-I-I got a a first-aid kit in the car.
Aram: [ Stalling ] No, no, no, no, no, no. Just, uh, can you, um – pray with me?
IA Director: Pray?
Aram: Mm-hmm. … [ Stalling ] Okay. Pray to, um, I don’t know, to, uh – to give thanks …
[ Aram sees Liz run off ]
Aram: Oh. Yeah. Okay. I feel better.
 
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[ Red and Dembe arrive at the hotel ]
Ressler: Glad you could make it.
Red: Thank you, Donald. Ever the gentleman. …
Ressler: So, you’re telling me that you got a way that you can get this lowlife out of his bunker without getting us all killed?
Red: The elevator.
Ressler: [ Sarcastically ] Oh, the elevator?
Red: Oh, my God! You had the same idea!
Samar: Please continue. We’re listening.
Red: … Fortunately, Dembe has a Sudanese contact who
…will arrange for coded security badges, which gets us into the building, which brings us to Jean-Philippe.
Samar: And Jean-Philippe is?
Red: A delightful little firecracker with whom I’ve become acquainted. … He understands English perfectly, but refuses to speak a lick. Perhaps you can brush up on your French, Agent Navabi.
At any rate, Jean-Philippe will work ahead of us and run an intercept to the building’s security feeds, making it possible for us to throw them into darkness…. I’ll meet with Kristos Matthias, a Greek munitions contact [who]’s the only one who can readily supply us with the charges needed to blow the elevator.
Samar: Hold on. Blow the elevator? … We’ll kill him in the fall. It’s too big a risk.
Red: Risk comes from not knowing what you’re doing. … [ To Ressler: ] Isn’t it funny how things work out? Five years later, and here you are with me in Paris, preparing
to steal a wanted man off the elevator. It’s almost as if you didn’t try to kill me in Belgrade all those years ago.
Ressler: No, it’s not.
Red: [ Laughs ] Well, either way, if we pull this off, you’ll have something to tell the grandkids. With a nick-nack, paddy-whack, give a dog a bone, this old man came rolling home. …
 
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[ Liz and Aram go through the report on Ian Garvey ]
Aram: We assumed this file would give us a lead. … And when you assume something amazing is going to happen and it doesn’t, it sucks.
Liz: Or that’s what’s amazing about it.
Aram: Well, there’s nothing amazing about sucking. I know.
Liz: What doesn’t happen. What you’re not expecting. What you have no assumptions about. Look. … Where he goes every Friday at 12:30.
Aram: Pete’s Tavern. So? Maybe he likes their hot wings. … They already had him under surveillance, and all he did was eat lunch.
Liz: At a bar in Baltimore, over 50 miles away from his office. The surveillance team assumed he went for the hot wings, but – does anybody really like hot wings that much? I mean, does anybody know what hot wings really are?
Aram: Yeah. Delicious.
 
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Samar monitors the CCTV feeds and the movement of the hotel’s elevator in a control room.
Samar: … Target en route. Here we go. [ Over comms: ] Jean-Philippe, are you ready?
Jean-Philippe: Ready and set, my love. Until you tell me otherwise, I will simply sit and listen and drink in the sound of your velvet voice.
Mosadek and his security detail approach the elevator bank. [ Elevator beeps ]
Samar: There’s our call. Elevator is in motion. …
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[ Elevator dings] [ Elevator doors open on the eighth floor ] Mosadek and his security team begin to get in the elevator.
A Security Guard still outside the elevator
answers his cell phone
Man’s Voice: [ Over phone, in Pashto ] Tamer says we just lost all our security feeds.
Security Guard: [ In Pasto ] Wait!
The elevator doors close.
Samar: Jean-Philippe. Go. Now. Blow it.
Jean-Philippe flips a switch he holds in his lap.
[ 💥🔥💥 Explosion 💥🔥💥 ] The elevator falls several floors then stops.
Samar: … It’s on the third floor.
Dembe: Ressler, a hand, please. …
Ressler runs to Dembe on the third floor. Dembe pries open the elevator doors with a crowbar.
[ 💥💥 Gunfight 💥💥]
Ressler: Dembe, come on. We don’t have time. Jesus Christ. Come on. Come on. Let’s go.
Ressler pulls Mosadek out. Dembe crawls out after him.
The elevator cable snaps. [ Thuds, rumbling ] The elevator plummets.
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Dembe and Ressler force Mosadek outside to where Samar has driven the vehicle.
[ They escape amid 💥💥 Gunfire 💥💥 ]
 
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Liz: I’m sorry about what happened with Samar. I feel like I gave you bad advice.
Aram: It wasn’t bad. It was terrible. But it’s my fault for taking it.
Liz: Can I give you some good advice?
Aram: I doubt it.
Liz: If you want to propose to her, propose to her.
Aram: Why? So she can say no?
Liz: You don’t know that’s what she’ll say.
Aram: You said, if I gave her the engagement ring and she doesn’t think it’s a marriage proposal, then she doesn’t want to marry me.
Liz: I know I said that. I’m an idiot.
Aram: Socially. Professionally, you’re kind of a savant.
Ian Garvey gets out of a car. He goes into Pete’s Tavern.
Aram: … [Internal Affairs] vetted all the employees, found nothing.
Liz: Maybe he’s here to meet someone. Out-of-the-way place. No prying eyes.
Aram: That makes sense, but the file says he was always alone. …


 

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Mosadek: Who are you? Where is he? Why- Why am I here?
Red: You and I share a problem. You’re here to help me solve it.
Mosadek: Where is he? We made an agreement. I did what you asked. I brought the diamonds. Red: Did you?
Mosadek: All I care about is my son.
[ Red pours diamonds out of an envelope Mosadek gave him – millions of dollars worth ]
Red: I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding.
Mosadek: You want more money? Is that it? Tell me. Name your price.
Red: Ian Garvey. … Cutting his supply. Taking away his power. That’s my price.
Mosadek: And if I do this, you’ll let Mateen go?
Red: [ Chuckles ] No. Because I didn’t take him.
Mosadek: Then why did you take me?
Red: To convince you to cut ties with Garvey. I was planning on forcing the issue. Now I can give to get. You do what I want, I’ll make sure you get your son back.
Mosadek: Who are you?
Red: Ah, forgive me. I’m Raymond Reddington.
Mosadek: I know you. You and Garvey–
Red: Are having a bit of a dustup, which I imagine has taken a toll on his various business interests, including yours. Our shared problem is Ian Garvey.
Mosadek: I can get Mateen on my own.
Red: Maybe. But we’re going to do it for you. I get Garvey, you get Mateen. Are we agreed? [ Laughs ] Of course we are. You won’t leave here alive if we aren’t. So who took your son?
 
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Ressler: He says the Taliban took his kid? If Mosadek’s a player in the opium trade, he does business with the Taliban.
Samar: Then why would they go after him?
Red: Apparently, they believe Mosadek’s an informant for the US Military. …
Samar: What is the son even doing in Paris?
Red: Boarding school.
Samar: So you want to involve us in a war between rival opium traders.
Ressler: I’m gonna need to get in touch with Cooper. Run this one up the flagpole.
Red: Excellent. I’ll be at the Louvre … gazing in erotic wonder at the beauty and power of the Winged Victory of Samothrace.
 
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Cooper: Thank you for coming on such short notice.
Cynthia Panabaker: Pleasure’s all mine, Harold. It’s always fun finding out what nasty little freak show Reddington’s got you chasing after. [ Sighs ] Who is it this time?
Cooper: Zarak Mosadek.
Panabaker: Do you want my non-denial now, or should we play footsie first?
Cooper: Mosadek is an informant for the CIA. He’s also a major player in the opium trade. …
Panabaker: [ Sighs ] Whether Zarak Mosadek was in the employ of the CIA, I am not going to non-deny deny. What I will not deny is that he is no longer in their employ if he ever was, which I will not confirm. Or deny.
Cooper: The Taliban has taken his son hostage. My people know where the boy’s being held. … The boy is being held because of his father’s relationship with us.
Panabaker: Perhaps, but it’s the Taliban’s knowledge of that relationship which caused the agency to sever ties with him. If there were ever ties to sever. … They’re not going to get involved, and you can’t. …
Cooper: … Cynthia, the boy is just a boy.
Panabaker: Sorry, Harold. But my hands are tied, and so are yours. …
 
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Liz: So, he’s been here 45 minutes … and all he ordered was a beer. …
Aram: Okay, so if everyone who works here is clean and he’s not here to meet anyone and he’s not sending any kind of signal that we can detect, maybe he does just like the wings. … And now he’s leaving.
Liz: This doesn’t make any sense. He drove over an hour, nursed one beer, talked to no one, and then gets up and leaves? W-Why? Who does that?
[ Garvey exits. He greets a young woman; they hug ]
Liz: Who is she?
Aram: Okay. Okay, that looks like Lillian May Roth. 35, worked here for two years. Before that, she lived in Virginia. Never married, no kids. Nothing.
Liz: Not to him. To Garvey, she’s worth an hour’s drive just to kiss her goodbye. …
 
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[ Mosadek gets out of a cab in a cemetery and begins walking ]
Mosadek: You can hear me?
Samar: Hear you and see you. You’ll be fine. Just do exactly as they instructed. …
Samar: Do you see the marker? …
[ The marker is a bouquet left on a park bench ] [ Mosadek encounters a Gravedigger ]
Gravedigger: The angel.
Mosadek: Excuse me?
Gravedigger: Go past the crying angel … .
[ There is a statue of a mourning angel ahead ]
[ A young boy comes up to Mosadek ]
Boy: Give me your cell phone and the radio in your ear. If you don’t do as I say, they will kill him.
[ Mosadek complies. The boy gives Mosadek a pamphlet, which Mosadek opens ]
Samar: … What did he give you? Mosadek, can you hear me? What did he give you?
[ The boy gets in a car ]
Ressler: Navabi, that car.
Ressler walks toward the car. Mosadek sprints in the other direction.
Ressler: He’s gone.
Samar: What do you mean he’s gone? There’s nowhere to go.
Ressler: There’s no tracks. There’s nothing. He’s gone.
 
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Red: [ On phone ] What do you mean you lost him?
Samar: I don’t know. One minute he was here, the next he was gone.
[ Ressler finds the pamphlet the boy gave to Mosadek ]
Ressler: Hey, Navabi.
Samar: What is it?
Ressler: “Charpentier.” Must have been what the kid gave him. … Over here!
[ Ressler enters a mausoleum ] [ Door creaks ]
Samar: Where does that lead?
Red: What? What is it?
Samar: It’s a hatch on the floor of a mausoleum.
Red: It was a ruse. They knew you’d be watching and needed a way to get Mosadek out.
Ressler: Out how? Take him where?
Red: The catacombs.
 
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[ Inside the dark catacombs ]
Mosadek: Please. My son is he okay?
Man: Quiet. Keep walking.
 
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Samar: The catacombs run under the city. They could resurface anywhere.
Ressler: I’m going in.
Red: Dembe, Quartier De La Gare.
Samar: Reddington, what are you thinking?
Red: I’m hoping we can intercept them.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Dembe: Raymond, where are we going?
Red: Pinky Schmidt – remember him?
Dembe: The German bank robber?
Red: Tried to convince me to come in on that plan to steal the medieval tapestry from that church here in Paris … the closest access point to the catacombs. We’re going to that church.
 
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[ The catacombs ] [ Door thumps ] [ Door creaks ]
Helai: These men work on behalf of your rivals in Kandahar. You brought something they want?
[ Mosadek holds out the envelope with the diamonds ]
Mosadek: My son, please.
Mateen Mosadek is brought out.
Mateen: [ In Pashto ] Father.
Mosadek: [ In Pashto ] Mateen, my boy. It’s okay. Everything will be okay.
[ The guards force Mateen to his knees ]
Mosadek: What are you doing? I brought you what you asked for.
Heli: Now we want something else. … We want
information.
Mosadek: I don’t have information!
[ The guards put a plastic bag over Mateen’s head ] [ Muffled shouting ]
Mosadek: What are you doing?!
Helai: We know you are feeding information to the Americans. We also know that you are only one of six. We want the names of the others. … I want the names of the traitors or the boy dies.
Mosadek: I don’t know any names. I don’t know any names!
Helai: But you do, and only their lives will save his.
Mosadek: Please! I am begging you!
[ Ressler and Samar intervene ]
[ 💥💥💥 Gunfight 💥💥💥 ]
Helai: You, with me, now! …
[ Helai and the remaining Taliban guards make off with Mosadek and Mateen ]
 
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[ Organ music plays. Tourists mull. Worshippers pray ]
[ Red and Dembe enter ]
Red: Excuse me. Excuse me. I am sorry, but we have an emergency. You don’t understand a word I’m saying. Uh, English? Yes, English it is! We have a bit of an emergency some kind of gas leak. Gas leak.
Evacuate, please.
Uh, and we need everyone to exit through the front. Now. Evacuate now.
Docent: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Uh, what’s going on?
Red: Ah, gas leak. We need everyone out right away.
Docent: What gas leak?
Red: We’re not sure. We think from the furnace in the basement. The- the thing could blow–
Docent: Wait. We don’t have a basement.
Red: Right. [ Loudly ] Uh, please, everyone, we need to clear the church immediately.
Dembe: Raymond! …
[ Helai and her group of Taliban engage ]
💥💥💥 Gunfight 💥💥💥
[ The tourists and worshippers take cover ]
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In the catacombs, Ressler and Samar hear the gunfire.
Ressler: Reddington.
They run in the direction of the gunfire.
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Helai: Don’t shoot!
Red shoots 💥 the man who has Mateen at gunpoint, hitting him in the forehead.
Man: Aah!
[ Helai holds Mosadek at gunpoint ]
Helai: I will kill him. I swear I will.
Red: Whoever you are, you aren’t walking out of here.
Helai: No? Maybe. But if I’m going to die today, I’m taking his boy with me.
[ Helai turns and points her gun at Mateen ]
[ Gunshot 💥 ] [ Helai falls; thuds] [ Ressler shot her ]
Mosadek and Mateen hug.
Red: [ Loudly, to those cowering in the church ] I’m truly sorry for all of this. I hope everyone is okay. You’ll be happy to know the
issue of the gas leak is completely resolved. I’m sorry for the disruption.
Red: [ To Mosadek ] The stones.
[ Mosadek gives Red the envelope with the diamonds ]
Red: [ To the Docent ] My apologies. I hope this helps to cover the damages.
[ Red gives the Docent the envelope ]
Red: Au revoir.
[ The Docent opens the envelope. She pours the millions of dollars of diamonds into her hand ]
 
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[ Pete’s Tavern ]
Lilly: Bill, your cab’s here.
Bill: Oh, did I call one?
Lilly: No, I did. Go sleep it off. You can pick up your car in the morning.
Bill: You are an angel of mercy. …
Lilly: Go to sleep. [ Calls after him ] Drink water!
[ Lilly locks the door ]
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Liz: [ Through the door ] Hello? Hi. I left my purse. … Sorry. I think I left it in the bathroom.
Lilly: Sure. [ Door creaks; Keys jingle ] I’m always losing everything. You know, my wallet, my keys–
Liz: [ Suddenly shows badge ] My name is Elizabeth Keen. I’m a special agent with the FBI. You need to come with me.
 
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[ A café ]
Mosadek: [ Sighs ] Mr. Reddington, I can’t express how grateful I am for what you’ve done.
Red: You can express your gratitude by making good on our agreement.
Mosadek: Yes. Ian Garvey. Tell me what it is that you want.
Red: [ Laughs ] I have a long and unhealthy list of wants, but when it comes to Garvey, I have but one. It has to do with a meeting I need you to arrange. A meeting that concerns your operation.
 
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[ Liz’s apartment ] [ Door creaks open ]
Liz: The Bureau is investigating Garvey.
Lilly: From your apartment.
Liz: … [C]learly you mean a great deal to him, which means you must know a great deal about him.
Lilly: I know that he’s good at his job and respected by his colleagues.
Liz: We’re building a case against him. … You can either cooperate or be charged as a conspirator to his crimes.
Lilly: What crimes?
Liz: To begin with, he murdered my husband.
 

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[ Li Zhao gets into Ian Garvey’s car ]
Li Zhao: I’ve received word. He wants to meet.
Garvey: Meet? No. I’m not flying to Afghanistan, if that’s what he thinks.
Li Zhao: He’s coming here to you.
 
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Cooper: You are to be congratulated.
Ressler: Well, and criticized. I mean, we saved the son, but let the father go.
Cooper: … Go home. Get some rest. You’ve earned it.
[ Cynthia Panabaker enters ]
Panabaker: [ Sighs ] Agents.
Ressler and Samar leave.
Cooper: Cynthia. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Panabaker: Harold, do you recall my rather explicit directions to avoid involvement in the Mosadek affair?
Cooper: Do you want my non-denial denial, or should we play footsie first? …
 
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Samar: Ressler is an idiot. And you’re an even bigger idiot for believing him.
Aram: Why? He was right.
Samar: No, he wasn’t. He said I’d think you giving me a
ring was a proposal.
Aram: And you would’ve if you had wanted to marry me.
Samar: Did he tell you that, too?
Aram: No. Agent Keen did.
Samar: You have got to stop asking for relationship advice from people who have only had terrible relationships.
Aram: She was right, too. If you’d wanted to marry me, you would’ve assumed it was an engagement ring.
Samar: No, I would’ve assumed it was an engagement ring if you’d asked me to get engaged. Should I assume you didn’t because you don’t?
Aram: Should I assume you don’t because you didn’t?
Samar: Okay, look. I love this ring. … But by not asking the big question, you have raised a lot of other questions that I think we both need to answer. So, until we do I think you should take it back.
 
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Liz: So that’s what we know. We can connect Garvey to two murders and to providing protection to a drug cartel, but we can’t prove any of it. Tell me what you know, and maybe we can.
Lilly: What I know about Ian is he’s a good man. He’s looked after me since I was a kid. Been like a father to
me.
Lilly: I know how difficult this must be for you. Trust me – I know what it’s like to have a father who’s a criminal.
Lilly: Look, Ian isn’t my father. He protected me from my father. Got me into Witness Protection to keep my father away from me.
Liz: Wait I’m – you were in WITSEC?
Lilly: For most of my life, yeah. And now I know why. It’s because the FBI spends more time looking for good people like my surrogate father rather than bad people like my real one.
Liz: Your real father?
Lilly: Perhaps you’ve heard of him. His name’s Raymond Reddington. He’s been on the FBI’s Most Wanted List for 20 years.
Liz: You’re Raymond Reddington’s daughter?
Lilly: Why do you look so surprised?
Liz: Because I am, too.



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