The Blacklist

You hear that?

- What was it? - I don't know.

We should head back. We can play more later.

Come on. It's almost 7:30. Mom's gonna be upset if we...

one more kickoff! I'll return!

Dad?

The storm has come.

A wave of death and destruction

aimed at the few who've left so little for so many.

It will wash away the greedy,

and when it does, you can thank General Ludd.

Hey, what are you still doing here?

Hey. Uh, late start. Teacher in-service.

I'm supposed to bring doughnuts...

as if Mrs. Wempon's ass could use another bear claw.

What's, uh, going on here?

- Hello. - Good morning.

I'm working on it.

A cargo plane bound for Los Angeles...

sources say it exploded

just 90 seconds after takeoff here in Washington.

- Hey, you see this? - Huh?

Plane crash.

The debris and the eyewitness accounts say it looks like a bomb.

... Investigators on the ground

as to the nature of the explosion.

- It's my dad. - Eyewitness reports are claiming

that this could be the result of a terr...

Hey. Is everything okay?

What, I can't call my daughter unless there's something wrong?

How you feeling?

Oh, you know me. Picture of health.

- Something's wrong. - Yeah, this 12-year-old who claims to be an oncologist

wants to run another series of tests.

- You're in the hospital? I'm coming. - No, you're not. I'm fine.

Listen, butterball, I-it's under control.

I got teams of medical people here.

Their teams have teams.

I'm fine.

When are these tests happening?

- Today. Soon as the doc finishes her Martini. - No jokes.

If this is serious, I want to be there.

It's not. Don't say that

just 'cause you don't want to bother me.

You're my dad. You're allowed to bother me.

It's just a test, Lizzy.

Okay. Leave your phone on and call me as soon as it's done, okay?

All right.

- Dad, I love you. - I love you, too.

Pretending doesn't make it any better.

She deserves to know the truth.

Shut up and hand me that snickers bar, would you?

Absolutely not.

I'm not giving you access to the FBI's ViCAP system.

Then you'll just have to find another criminal

to talk to Elizabeth Keen and make fun of Agent Ressler.

We have an agreement.

Yes, the agreement is for me to bring cases to you.

It doesn't work the other way around.

I'm not your consultant.

I have no interest in cases that I have no interest in.

Personally, I think my proposal was incredibly fair.

You have got to give to get, Harold.

You're asking me to go beyond the terms of our agreement.

If you want me to help you with this case, I will,

but I need something extra to sweeten the deal.

Rest assured, granting me access to ViCAP

will benefit you just as much as it does me.

Does this mean you know who took down that cargo plane?

You're speaking

as if an individual is responsible for this.

It's far bigger than you might think.

It's a movement.

Do we have a deal?

Reddington believes General Ludd is behind the attack.

They take their name from the leader

of a 19th-century group called the luddites,

a militant wing of a popular struggle

against early industrial capitalism.

1997. Davos, Switzerland.

Ludd took credit for a car bomb

that hit the economic international summit.

Nine people killed, including two European finance ministers.

2005. Ludd released the source code

protecting trade data for international stockholders.

They caused a computer glitch that cost the market a few hundred million.

That I can appreciate... trim the fat off the fat cats.

This group is incredibly well-educated.

They're as disciplined as any terrorist cell.

Identifying the members has been impossible.

- Does Reddington tell you he can I.D. one of these guys? - Better.

Says he can identify the group's founder, Nathaniel Wolff.

Says he's the man ultimately responsible

for taking down that plane.

This is the only known image of him that we have.

Get out there. Find him.

I'll let the locals know you're coming.

Nobody sleeps until we have him.

It was definitely a bomb, not mechanical.

At the moment, we have two suspects.

The bomb was homemade,

straight from the Oklahoma city playbook.

It was driven onto the tarmac by a cargo operator

and placed onto the plane inside a shipping crate.

We got bomb residue inside to confirm that.

The driver's name was Roger Gard. Haven't found him yet.

What about your second suspect?

My guys just got word last night a fertilizer plant was robbed.

One of the part-time employees stole chemicals from a company warehouse.

Do you have a name? Plant manager thinks

it was taken by an employee named Arthur Denning.

Here it is. I got it.

Arthur Denning started at the Greenbow fertilizer plant

three months ago.

U.S. attorney subpoenaed everything they have...

personal records, performance reviews,

and this... security footage.

He accessed a remote warehouse at 2:16 A.M.

There he is.

That's our guy. That's Arthur Denning?

I just got a company I.D. on Roger Gard.

Aram, can you pull up that picture?

Okay. What the hell is going on?

Arthur Denning and Roger Gard are the same person.

Can you pull up the photo of Wolff?

Whoever that guy is, he is not Nathaniel Wolff.

Then who is he?

Who has my itinerary?

Flight 1143.

I want you all to know what an honor this has been.

Hey. I know you don't want to call me

because you don't want to freak me out,

but F.Y.I., not calling me freaks me out, so call me.

Uh, I... I just want to know about the tests.

I love you.

We compared the employee files of Gard and Denning.

- They have one thing in common. - I'm sorry. What?

We got his home address. Let's roll.

We went to the apartment, looking for the real identity

of the man posing as Denning and Gard.

The one thing we knew going in

was that the man we were looking for was not Nathaniel Wolff.

We were wrong. Reddington was right.

What proof do you have? Well, the items we found at the apartment

are basically a love letter from Wolff to his father.

Wolff's father was a mechanic who worked his entire life at PTB aviation.

When Wolff was 6, a corporate raider bought the airline

and sold it off piece by piece.

Wolff's father was a union man,

fought to keep the airline intact.

He lost, started drinking, his wife left, took the kids.

Six months later, Wolff's father committed suicide.

Okay. But, again, that isn't proof.

No, but we've got Nathaniel Wolff's fingerprints

all over the place.

Two different people, both with the exact same print?

You can't change his fingerprints.

He changed his face.

Malaysia is the future, Mary.

A whole new world is waiting there.

They are a starting a production line...

I am not moving to Malaysia.

I understand, but with your skills

in a market like Kuala Lumpur...

I find it so reassuring... the movie stars, the pop singers...

they really are just like the rest of us.

Mr. Reddington, I told you,

I'm not interested in anything outside Fairfax county.

Caleb's in school. He's 9.

I'm treasurer of the pta, for God's sakes.

- I can't just leave. - Mary, darling,

you would thrive in Malaysia, and Caleb would love it.

Those thieving little monkeys near Batu caves

are absolute rascals.

Molly.

What are you doing here?

You're a little early. We're not ready yet.

One of our most trusted couriers. Please excuse us.

You have a suburban housewife printing fake money out of her garage.

Mary is an artist. She has a tremendous gift.

I've been calling your people all morning. Luli didn't pick up.

Luli didn't pick up because we are busy.

Well, then you should have dug that chip out of your damn neck.

Well, you're here now,

so what's on your mind?

We searched the home address listed for both suspects

and were able to pull some prints.

They belong to Nathaniel Wolff.

I never tire of being correct.

Someone changed his face.

I understand your father is not well.

Excuse me?

The cancer. It's come back?

My father's fine. He's just...

Who the hell told you that?

You should be there... With him.

I am not doing this... playing this game,

guessing what you know or how you know it. Dr. Maltz.

- What? - Abraham Maltz.

The best surgeon for this sort of business.