The Blacklist

Previously on The Blacklist...

You said that you were on official business

when you encountered Mr. Ames on the ship the Phoenix.

You're the target of a federal murder investigation.

Do you really think the best choice at this point is to shut me out?

I strongly advise, you do not commit perjury to protect her.

You ask me a question and I answer it.

Are we finished?

A discharged bullet found at the scene,

it's a match to Agent Keen's firearm.

Let's talk about Tom Keen.

My ex-husband is dead.

I just need to go back in, okay?

- I don't care what it is. I'll take anything. - How's your German?

You trained him to ba deep-cover operative.

It's all he's ever done.

When one operation ends,

he comes back to you for another.

What do you want?

I want Tom Keen.

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You know what that is?

Looks like a bullet.

It's your bullet.

A forensics team

pried it from the floorboards of the Phoenix.

Ballistics matched it to your FBI-issued 9mm.

There's more.

The crime lab

found trace amounts of blood belonging to Samuel Aleko.

Here's the report. See for yourself.

Why are you showing me this?

Because it contradicts every word

that's come out of your mouth since you walked in here.

Because, at a minimum,

it is direct evidence of your perjury,

and I'm trying to decide

if it should be exhibit A in your murder trial.

You made it very clear

you never saw Samuel Aleko on the Phoenix.

I suppose shooting the man must have slipped your mind.

I sat right here and told you exactly what happened.

Maybe Wilcox is fabricating evidence

to support his case.

You know my record, Agent Keen.

There's no love lost between me and the federal government.

That said, I do recognize

that exceptional measures are sometimes required

to preserve our security.

Talk to me.

Enough lies.

I see.

Well, in that case,

you really leave me no alternative.

I can't shield your actions in the name of national security

if you insist on concealing the truth of those actions.

I did not kill Eugene Ames.

That's the only truth you need to know.

Well, a jury may feel differently.

And something tells me we're about to find out.

We're done.

I'll issue my ruling in the morning.

Die Entrechteten.

Really, Aram.

These misanthropes have been on my radar for years.

The FBI must have some kind of file.

No. We do. I'm just finalizing some of the translations.

Just a few more seconds.

I'm sorry. I admit I don't quite follow this plan.

Agent Keen is facing an indictment

for a murder she didn't commit.

I've found us a lead on the whereabouts

of the one man who can exonerate her--

Tom Keen.

Wait-- what?

Tom Keen is dead.

He was shot and killed months ago.

No. Agent Keen shot him, but she didn't kill him.

In what may be

Agent Keen's single greatest lapse in judgment,

she saved the imposter

pretending to be her devoted husband,

opting, instead, to hold him captive

in the rusty hull of an abandoned ship.

Please tell me you made that up.

The harbormaster found Tom.

He was gonna go to the police,

so Tom killed him to keep Liz from going to prison.

That is...

Insane?

I was going to say "extremely romantic."

If we can bring Tom back

and get denner to realize that Tom killed Eugene Ames,

then maybe we can still stop Liz from being indicted.

Okay. Here we go.

According to our assets in Dresden,

you are looking at

the leadership structure of Die Entrechteten.

What the hell does that mean?

"The Disenfranchised."

They may look like common street thugs,

but don't underestimate their authority.

They're racists masquerading as patriots.

"Germany for Germans."

On the surface, they're all about anti-immigration

and preservation of the Aryan race,

but look a little deeper, and you'll find they care

far less about white power than they do about white powder.

They're drug dealers?

Among the most ruthless in Europe.

Somewhere along the line, they realized that keeping

German neighborhoods white is more than politics.

It's economics.

These guys are fighting a street war.

Interpol estimates at least a dozen

drug-related homicides in the last year alone.

You're telling me that Tom Keen,

the four-eyes who taught third grade,

is walking into that?

How do we find him?

I can check, but I don't think

we have any friends on the inside.

I do.

- I'm coming with you. - No, you're not.

She's my partner, and you might need a hand

from this side of the law to clear her name.

You open your mouth, Donald,

and hay flies out.

You look and feel and smell like cop.

You are what you are. It's admirable.

But this is my world, and you're a tourist.

You blink wrong, we are both dead

and your partner goes to prison.

I'll keep my mouth shut and stay out of the way.

What's going on?

Agent Ressler and I

were just discussing travel arrangements.

What are you doing here?

We found Tom.

We're gonna make him come back,

tell the judge that you're innocent.

Can we talk?

What are you doing?

Whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Finding Tom will not keep me safe.

I lied to the court.

We can handle the perjury count.

It's the murder charge I'd like to avoid.

How?

Judge Denner's right. I covered it up.

At the very least, I'm an accessory after the fact.

Listen to me.

Juries care about intent.

You didn't intend to kill the harbormaster.

That was Tom's decision.

Right now, that judge may think you're guilty,

and it's not easy

to let a cold-blooded killer go free,

even in the name of national security.

But a cold-blooded killer you are not.

If we can prove Tom is responsible,

it might just tip the scales.

It's my fault. I never should have put him there.

He'll go to prison for the rest of his life

because of me.

One step at a time, Lizzy.

He's not gonna come back.

He will.

This journey we're on isn't over just yet.

You may have given up on us, but I haven't.

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Ruddiger!

I heard the good news!

Good news? I'm in rehab.

Precisely.

It requires a great deal of courage and intestinal fortitude