The Blacklist s05e18 Episode Script

Zarak Mosadek

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Say that again.
I understand you disagree with our conclusions.
We gave you leads.
An evidence trail my daughter could follow.
And we followed them.
And others.
Then why aren't you acting on them? For the same reason you didn't the allegations against Ian Garvey are mostly circumstantial.
Do you believe he's a criminal? What I believe doesn't matter.
Because either you belive he is, or you believe I'm a liar.
I'm just curious which it is.
I have no reason not to believe you, Agent Keen, but seeing Ian Garvey stab your husband is not the same thing as proving he did, and based on the evidence, I can't do that.
- You said there were other leads.
- Yes.
You aren't the first to file a complaint against Garvey with Internal Affairs.
I'd like to see those complaints.
Do our own investigation into them.
I assure you, our investigation was thorough and complete.
Second pair of eyes never hurt.
[CHUCKLES] You know how IA works.
Our sources are confidential.
And I'm asking you to make an exception as a professional courtesy.
And I'm afraid I can't do that.
Once our investigation is complete, our files are confidential.
I am sorry.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER] [SPEAKING MANDARIN] MAN'S VOICE: Mosadek is unhappy.
The seizure was planned.
We're throwing the DEA a bone.
[TRANSLATING INTO MANDARIN] [SPEAKING MANDARIN] WOMAN'S VOICE: The seizure, losing our contact at the port your obsession with Reddington is becoming a distraction we cannot afford.
It's under control.
MAN'S VOICE: [TRANSLATING INTO MANDARIN] [SPEAKING MANDARIN] WOMAN'S VOICE: I don't like irony.
Then I wouldn't look in the mirror.
MAN'S VOICE: [TRANSLATING INTO MANDARIN] [SPEAKING MANDARIN] WOMAN'S VOICE: You have been warned.
[CAR DOOR OPENS] [CAR DOOR CLOSES] ["PUT THE BLAME ON MAME" PLAYS] When they had the earthquake in San Francisco Back in nineteen-six They said that ol' Mother Nature Was up to her old tricks I'm not in the mood for a matinee.
That's the story that went around I have a lead on Garvey.
I had a lead on Garvey.
You made him disappear.
They put Rita Hayworth's picture on the side of an atom bomb.
Put the blame on Mame Talk about a femme fatale.
How does it feel being a walking anachronism? Righteous.
That brought on the Frisco quake So you can put the blame on Mame, boys The port manager's ledger? The port manager who was the go-between for the Nash Syndicate and their supplier in Afghanistan.
Zarak Mosadek.
You'll see his name several times in there.
He runs an international opium operation in the Helmand Province.
He's your lead? You didn't have a lead, Elizabeth.
You had an unreliable witness.
A witness who says he saw what he saw Garvey murdering another cop from across an alley through a window.
No jury would convict based on his testimony.
You make it sound like you did me a favor.
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.
Through this Mosadek.
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.
After you get the duffel bag.
Put the blame on Mame Must be nice.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE] What? Not having anything precious you want to keep to yourself.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE CONTINUE] Tell me about Mosadek.
LIZ: Zarak Mosadek is Afghanistan's Deputy Interior Minister for Counter-Narcotics.
He's also the country's biggest drug dealer.
According to Reddington.
Did the DEA confirm? Yeah.
According to the latest White Paper, Mosadek stalls investigations and generally ensures that nobody he's associated with will get arrested for drug crimes.
Why did Reddington put an Afghan drug lord on the Blacklist? The Nash Syndicate answers to Mosadek, which means Garvey does, too.
We get to Mosadek, we get to Garvey.
Reddington knows Mosadek is untouchable in Afghanistan.
He also knows he's headed to Paris.
He doesn't know the why, just the where and the when.
COOPER: Over 40,000 Americans died from opioid overdoses last year.
As far as I'm concerned, he's an accessory to murder.
Keen, upload the team on the where and when.
Let's take down two birds with this stone an insidious drug pusher and Tom's killer.
Shows what I know.
I thought for sure Navabi was gonna think that you giving her that ring was gonna be a proposal.
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.
Am I interrupting? - No.
- Yes.
Aram? Whenever you have a sec.
I haven't heard back from Kasim.
- Do you trust him? - With my life.
Then I would trust him with mine.
So, what's the in-flight movie today? Where's Elizabeth? I'm confused.
You want the file Internal Affairs has on Garvey, the one they said you couldn't have? If they said I could have it, I wouldn't need your help.
To steal their file, which has worthless information.
Information they say is worthless.
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? 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.
Je ne veux pas travailler [CELLPHONE RINGING] - Bonjour.
- NAVABI: Reddington.
Agent Navabi, quel plaisir.
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.
Dembe and I were detoured.
We're in the Latin Quarter at the moment, having a quick visit with an old friend.
Raymond, I found some Reblochon.
Mmm! Ah, the Reblochon.
See if he has some quince paste or a handful of walnuts around here somewhere.
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.
Uh, yes.
About that What about that? [STAMMERING] A small wrinkle.
Nothing to fret.
What's going on? Walnuts.
Uh, truth be told, I anticipated a dear friend and contractor by the name of Bunyan Dufour would be handling Mosadek's security in country.
He's a trusted operative who's worked with Mosadek in the past.
And let me guess your friend didn't get the job.
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.
[CHUCKLING] I'll spare you the details, but the 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.
- NAVABI: Wonderful.
So how do you suggest we find him? [CHUCKLES] Oh, I wouldn't suggest we do anything.
Look, if you think we're gonna sit around a-and wait while you drink away the day, pal - [CELLPHONE BEEPS] - Heaven's sake.
[GRUNTS] Welcome back.
How's the noggin? You went down like a bag of rocks.
[SPEAKING FRENCH] Save it, Victor.
I've had too much to drink to care what you're saying in any language.
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.
Okay, that is a terrible idea.
- Can you track his car? - Yes, it's a government vehicle.
- They're geo-tagged, but - And can you control the traffic light? Yes, but he could miss the signal.
He could be texting and driving.
- He won't be.
- How can you be so sure? Because he is a stickler for the rules.
Otherwise, he would - have given us the file.
- [BICYCLE BELL DINGS] - Oh! - [TIRES SCREECH] - [THUMPS] - Geez.
- [GEARSHIFT CLICKS, - SEAT BELT UNLOCKS] - [CAR DOOR OPENS] - Oh, oh, my God.
- [GROANING] - Oh, my God.
Are you all right? I-I'm not sure.
ARAM: Assuming I'm not dead and he has his laptop in his car and he's uploaded the file we're looking for onto it, which, by the way, seemed like way too many "ands" to risk one's life over If he does all these things And I am not dead.
Which you won't be.
Because you're so sure this man is a rule follower.
This man you've met I don't know all of one time.
Okay, if it's any consolation, if he doesn't have the file, and he is texting and driving, and you do die, I will be very sorry.
Now, how long will it take to copy this file? Less than a minute.
Easy, easy.
[GROANING LOUDLY] Ohh, ohh, ohh.
Just relax, okay? ARAM: I programmed the flash drive to bypass any password requirements, run a search, and download any results that ping for Ian Garvey.
I-I-I-I got a a first-aid kit in the car.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Just, uh, can you, um pray with me? - Pray? - Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Ah.
- Easy, easy.
- Okay.
Pray to, um, I don't know, to, uh to give thanks that I'm fine and that, um, you weren't texting.
No, I-I never text and drive.
Who knew? Oh.
Yeah.
Okay.
I feel better.
[HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE] Glad you could make it.
Thank you, Donald.
Ever the gentleman.
Do you have a location on Mosadek? I do.
Zarak Mosadek and his entourage are currently staying in an eighth-floor penthouse on Avenue Kléber in the 16th arrondissement.
Now, in addition to the two guards who are with him at all times, there will also be two men assigned to the room and a scout watching from an apartment across the street and two armed guards in the lobby of the building.
- Well, is that it? - No.
He has three vehicles parked on the street below and assets in the French police, and, oh, we mustn't forget the usual building security - and CCTV feeds.
- No way.
I mean, this this would take weeks to plan out correctly.
We won't be able to get inside the building, let alone get Mosadek out.
Oh, come on.
Where's your sense of adventure? Your esprit de corps? 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? - The elevator.
- Oh, the elevator? Oh, my God! You had the same idea.
Please continue.
We're listening.
Well, the first obstacle is access to the building.
Fortunately, Dembe has a Sudanese contact who helps to find work for young immigrants in the city.
Dembe's contact will arrange for coded security badges, which gets us into the building, which brings us to Jean-Philippe.
And Jean-Philippe is? A delightful little firecracker with whom I've become acquainted.
He's a proud Parisian, which can be frustrating at times.
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 and steal their feeds at the flip of a switch.
While that's in the works, I need you to handle the exit strategy.
- Meaning? - Mm.
Vehicles.
Ones that have been reconfigured to blend into the city.
The Police Prefecture need to know nothing of this adventure.
Rather, I thought Agent Navabi might have a contact in Mossad who could assist with such a request.
I'm sure she's owed a favor or two.
Promise not to shoot the messenger? Depends on the message.
Aram seemed a little down that you didn't think that ring - came with a proposal.
- That'd I think it, even though he didn't say it? Who put that idiotic idea in his head? RESSLER: So while you have us running around in circles, what are you gonna do? I'll be at a lovely little café on Rue de Turenne, enjoying what I believe to be the best cup of hot chocolate in all of Paris.
While there, I'll meet with Kristos Matthias, a Greek munitions contact who has a tendency to put his thumb on the scale, but on short notice, he's the only one who can readily supply us with the charges needed to blow the elevator.
Hold on.
Blow the elevator? Right.
Well, while rigging the CCTV network, Jean-Philippe will also set charges that will detonate at the precise moment that Mosadek and his men are alone in the elevator, out of reach from the rest of their security team, thereby dropping the car down the shaft, then engaging the emergency brakes just as they arrive in the basement, where we'll be waiting to dispatch the guards, grab Mosadek, and flee while the rest of the security team scrambles.
We'll kill him in the fall.
It's too big a risk.
Risk comes from not knowing what you're doing.
Okay, assuming that all of this works, we still need to get him out of the building, into the safe house, and convince this guy to talk.
[CHUCKLING] Yes, but one thing at a time.
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.
- No, it's not.
[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.
Internal Affairs audited Garvey's bank accounts, ran backgrounds on friends and family, had a revolving tail for weeks And came up empty.
We assumed this file would give us a lead.
We took this incredible risk to get it.
Well, I did, anyway, because we assumed.
And when you assume something amazing is going to happen and it doesn't, it sucks.
Or that's what's amazing about it.
Well, there's nothing amazing about sucking.
I know.
What doesn't happen.
What you're not expecting.
What you have no assumptions about.
Liz, I already looked at the surveillance logs.
Look again.
Where he goes every Friday at 12:30.
Pete's Tavern.
So? Maybe he likes their hot wings.
Maybe he'll be there tomorrow.
They already had him under surveillance, and all he did was eat lunch.
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? Yeah.
Delicious.
He's on the move.
Copy that.
Target en route.
Here we go.
[SPEAKING FRENCH] [SPEAKING FRENCH] - [ELEVATOR BEEPS] - There's our call.
Elevator is in motion.
Ressler, are you set? Affirmative.
Dembe's a go.
In place.
On your cue.
[COMPUTER BEEPING] [BEEPING] [CELLPHONE RINGS] [CELLPHONE BEEPS] [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS] [SPEAKING IN PASHTO] [BEEPS] [RUMBLING] [COMPUTER BEEPING] Oh, no.
- What's "Oh, no"? - Did it work? I don't know.
I think one of the cables held.
It's on the third floor.
Ressler, a hand, please.
On my way.
[ENGINE STARTS] [TIRES SCREECH] [METAL CREAKS] - [MAN SHOUTS IN PASHTO] - Watch out! [EXPLOSION] Let's go.
Let's go.
[THUMPING] [METAL CREAKS] - Come on, Dembe.
- Up, up.
[GRUNTING] Dembe, come on.
We don't have time.
Jesus Christ.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go.
[METAL CREAKING] [CREAKING CONTINUES] [METAL SCREECHES] [THUDS, RUMBLING] [BREATHING HEAVILY] [TIRES SCREECH] NAVABI: Hurry.
Let's go.
[MAN SHOUTS IN PASHTO] [GUNSHOTS] Go! [TIRES SCREECH] [GUNSHOTS CONTINUE] I'm sorry about what happened with Samar.
I feel like I gave you bad advice.
It wasn't bad.
It was terrible.
[CHUCKLES] But it's my fault for taking it.
Can I give you some good advice? I doubt it.
If you want to propose to her, - propose to her.
- Why? So she can say no? You don't know that's what she'll say.
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.
- I know I said that.
I'm an idiot.
Socially.
Professionally, you're kind of a savant.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING] IA did more than assume Garvey came here for the wings.
They vetted all the employees, found nothing.
Maybe he's here to meet someone.
Out-of-the-way place.
No prying eyes.
That makes sense, but the file says he was always alone.
Money laundering, extortion He's here for a reason.
Something IA missed, but we're gonna find.
And we're not leaving here till we do.
Who are you? Where is he? Why Why am I here? You and I share a problem.
You're here to help me solve it.
Where is he? We made an agreement.
I did what you asked.
I brought the diamonds.
[BREATHING HEAVILY] Did you? All I care about is my son.
I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding.
You want more money? Is that it? Tell me.
Name your price.
Ian Garvey.
- What? - Cutting his supply.
Taking away his power.
That's my price.
And if I do this, you'll let Mateen go? [CHUCKLES] No.
Because I didn't take him.
Then why did you take me? 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.
- Who are you? - Ah, forgive me.
I'm Raymond Reddington.
I know you.
You and Garvey 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.
I can get Mateen on my own.
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? RESSLER: He says the Taliban took his kid? If Mosadek's a player in the opium trade, he does business with the Taliban.
Then why would they go after him? Apparently, they believe Mosadek's an informant for the US Military.
Well, I have no doubt that we'd prop up a heroin dealer in exchange for intel on terrorists, but if we're propping this one up, why aren't there any Navy SEALs around to help him get his kid back? Because the relationship is only valuable to the Pentagon if it's a secret.
If your Sea Lions showed up in Paris to save the son, it wouldn't be.
What is the son even doing in Paris? Boarding school.
So you want to involve us in a war between rival opium traders.
I'm gonna need to get in touch with Cooper.
Run this one up the flagpole.
Excellent.
I'll be at the Louvre.
When you're done dotting your I's and crossing your t's, you can find me gazing in erotic wonder at the beauty and power of the Winged Victory of Samothrace.
Thank you for coming on such short notice.
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? Zarak Mosadek.
Do you want my non-denial now, or should we play footsie first? Mosadek is an informant for the CIA.
He's also a major player in the opium trade.
His product is kissed into this country through the port of Baltimore and is the cause of death of thousands of young men and women.
If you're asking for permission to put a noose around Mosadek's neck, you have it.
You have authorization to cut him loose? [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.
The Taliban has taken his son hostage.
My people know where the boy's being held.
I assume you'll want to inform the agency so they can formulate a plan for the boy's extraction.
And why would they do that? The boy is being held because of his father's relationship with us.
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.
The agency has authorization to operate overseas.
We do not.
They're not going to get involved, and you can't.
You also can't involve the local authorities without exposing our relationship to Mosadek.
The one that you won't admit you have? Cynthia, the boy is just a boy.
Sorry, Harold.
But my hands are tied, and so are yours.
Okay, so I reran the background checks, - and I was right.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING] Everyone who works here is clean no criminal record, barely even a speeding ticket.
And he isn't here to meet anyone.
How can you tell? Because Garvey hasn't touched his phone.
So? So, he's been here 45 minutes.
If the person he's meeting is that late, wouldn't he have called? Or wouldn't Garvey have tried him? 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.
He hasn't ordered any wings.
He hasn't ordered any food.
He came all this way, and all he ordered was a beer.
And now he's leaving.
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? - Who is she? - 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.
Not to him.
To Garvey, she's worth an hour's drive - just to kiss her goodbye.
- Garvey's married.
You think he's having an affair? I don't know.
But I'm definitely gonna find out.
[BREATHING HEAVILY] - You can hear me? - NAVABI: Hear you and see you.
You'll be fine.
Just do exactly as they instructed.
If these men hurt my son, understand I will kill them.
Nobody's killing anybody.
This is an unofficial op.
We're only here because our boss is breaking the rules - to do the right thing.
- Do you see the marker? Straight ahead on your right.
[SPEAKING FRENCH] [SPEAKING FRENCH] - Are you seeing this? - I am.
What did he give you? Mosadek, can you hear me? - What did he give you? - [CAR DOOR OPENS] [CAR DOORS CLOSE] Navabi, that car.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES] [ENGINE STARTS] He's gone.
What do you mean he's gone? There's nowhere to go.
There's no tracks.
There's nothing.
He's gone.
What do you mean you lost him? I don't know.
One minute he was here, - the next he was gone.
- Hey, Navabi.
What is it? "Charpentier.
" Must have been what the kid gave him.
RED: Either Mosadek lost your tail and has no intention of being found, or he was taken by the very same people who abducted his son.
Over here! [DOOR CREAKS] Where does that lead? What? What is it? It's a hatch on the floor of a mausoleum.
It was a ruse.
They knew you'd be watching and needed a way to get Mosadek out.
Out how? Take him where? The catacombs.
Please.
My son is he okay? Quiet.
Keep walking.
NAVABI: The catacombs run under the city.
They could resurface anywhere.
I'm going in.
Dembe, Quartier De La Gare.
Reddington, what are you thinking? I'm hoping we can intercept them.
[CELLPHONE BEEPS] Raymond, where are we going? Pinky Schmidt remember him? The German bank robber? Tried to convince me to come in on that plan to steal the medieval tapestry from that church here in Paris.
- You turned him down.
- And the tapestry remains.
Pinky's always been a little flaky on the follow-through, but he did have an ingenious plan of how to get it out of the church - without anyone knowing.
- The cemetery.
The same cemetery where Mosadek was abducted the closest access point to the catacombs.
We're going to that church.
[DOOR THUMPS] [DOOR CREAKS] These men work on behalf of your rivals in Kandahar.
You brought something they want? My son, please.
[BREATHES SHARPLY] [SPEAKING IN PASHTO] What are you doing? I brought you what you asked for.
Now we want something else.
I'm here begging you, please! What more could you want? We want information.
I don't have information! - [MUFFLED SHOUTING] - What are you doing?! 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.
Please.
Let him go! I want the names of the traitors or the boy dies.
I don't know any names.
I don't know any names! But you do, and only their lives will save his.
Please! I am begging you! [GUNSHOTS] [GUNFIRE] - You, with me, now! - Please, no! [GUNFIRE CONTINUES] RESSLER: Cover me.
[Organ music plays [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS] [SPEAKING FRENCH] 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.
Uh, and we need everyone to exit through the front.
- - I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Uh, what's going on? Ah, gas leak.
We need everyone out right away.
- What gas leak? - We're not sure.
We think from the furnace in the basement.
- The The thing could blow - Wait.
We don't have a basement.
Right.
Uh, please, everyone, we need to clear the church immediately.
- Raymond! - I'm sorry [GUNFIRE] [INDISTINCT SHOUTING] [GUNFIRE CONTINUES] Reddington.
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES] HELAI: Don't shoot! [GUNSHOT] Aah! [GASPS] I will kill him.
I swear I will.
Whoever you are, you aren't walking out of here.
No? Maybe.
But if I'm going to die today, I'm taking his boy with me.
[GUNSHOT] [THUDS] Raymond, we have to go.
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.
The stones.
[CROWD MURMURING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE] My apologies.
I hope this helps to cover the damages.
Au revoir.
Bill, your cab's here.
Oh, did I call one? No, I did.
Go sleep it off.
You can pick up your car in the morning.
You are an angel of mercy.
[CHUCKLING] Yeah, and you're six sheets to the wind.
Seven and a half.
[LAUGHS] Oh, and I'm broke.
[BARSTOOL SCRAPES] Here.
This will cover the cab.
You can pay me back when you pick up your car.
Come on.
[DOOR CREAKS] [HORN HONKS] Go to sleep.
Drink water! LIZ: Hello? Hi.
I left my purse.
[KEYS JINGLE] [DOOR UNLOCKS, CREAKS] Uh, yeah.
Sorry.
I think I left it in the bathroom.
Sure.
[DOOR CREAKS, KEYS JINGLE] I'm always losing everything.
You know, my wallet, my keys My name is Elizabeth Keen.
I'm a special agent with the FBI.
You need to come with me.
[SIGHS] Mr.
Reddington, I can't express how grateful I am for what you've done.
You can express your gratitude by making good on our agreement.
Yes.
Ian Garvey.
Tell me what it is that you want.
[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.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN] [DOOR CREAKS] LIZ: The Bureau is investigating Garvey.
From your apartment.
I don't know what your relationship is to him, but clearly you mean a great deal to him, which means you must know a great deal about him.
I know that he's good at his job and respected by his colleagues.
We're building a case against him.
I brought you here to show you what we know, what we don't know, and to get your help to fill in the gaps.
You can either cooperate or be charged as a conspirator to his crimes.
What crimes? To begin with, he murdered my husband.
[SPEAKING MANDARIN] WOMAN'S VOICE: I've received word.
He wants to meet.
- Meet? No.
- MAN'S VOICE: [TRANSLATING INTO MANDARIN] I'm not flying to Afghanistan, if that's what he thinks.
[TRANSLATING INTO MANDARIN] [SPEAKING MANDARIN] WOMAN'S VOICE: He's coming here to you.
You are to be congratulated.
Well, and criticized.
I mean, we saved the son, but let the father go.
I've seen Mosadek's intel file.
He helped the agency kill or capture several high-value targets.
Besides, you didn't let him go.
You put him in Reddington's debt a place I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
Go home.
Get some rest.
You've earned it.
[SIGHS] Agents.
Cynthia.
To what do I owe the pleasure? Harold, do you recall my rather explicit directions to avoid involvement in the Mosadek affair? Do you want my non-denial denial, or should we play footsie first? [DAMIEN JURADO'S "SHEETS" PLAYS] Hm.
Listen uh, about Aram thinking that you'd think he'd propose.
I still can't believe that's what he thought it was.
Well, he didn't.
I did.
And I kind of, uh you know, made him think that you would, too.
Is he still coming around Like an injured bird needing a nest? Ressler is an idiot.
And you're an even bigger idiot for believing him.
- Why? He was right.
- No, he wasn't.
He said I'd think you giving me a ring was a proposal.
And you would've if you had wanted to marry me.
Did he tell you that, too? No.
Agent Keen did.
You have got to stop asking for relationship advice from people who have only had terrible relationships.
She was right, too.
If you'd wanted to marry me, you would've assumed it was an engagement ring.
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? Should I assume you don't because you didn't? Okay, look.
I love this ring.
I know it was an heirloom, and it means a lot to me that you wanted me to have it.
- I'm glad.
- 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.
I'll share the trap that you have me in 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.
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.
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.
Look, Ian isn't my father.
He protected me from my father.
Got me into Witness Protection to keep my father away from me.
Wait I'm you were in WITSEC? 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.
Your real father? You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie Perhaps you've heard of him.
His name's Raymond Reddington.
He's been on the FBI's Most Wanted List for 20 years.
You're Raymond Reddington's daughter? I'll share the trap that you have me in Why do you look so surprised? Because I am, too.