The Blacklist

Man 1: On the ground. Now.

- Right now. - Woman: Three-minute drill.

Man 2: You, slick, he said on the ground.

Charles maker.

I need Mr. Charles maker to stand up.

- Charles maker? - Maker: Okay. Stop.

Please.

What do I want, Charles maker?

Woman: Four minutes, 30 seconds.

Are you out of your mind? Hey.

You. I'm talking to you.

On the ground.

This is no way to Rob a bank.

This is... Honestly, I don't know what this is.

- You trying to get yourself killed? - It's a disgrace.

You have a young mother on the ground. Her child is terrified.

- What's wrong with you? - If you're not face down in three...

Man 2: Raymond Reddington?

What?

That's Raymond Reddington.

Uhn-uhn-uhn. Don't you bring that gun back up.

- Joe, put your gun down. - Two minutes.

Dembe: He said put the gun down.

Raymond: Joe. Come on.

Clearly this isn't going to work out according to plan.

- What are you doing here? - I'm on my sixth and final scout

to Rob the place. This Tuesday, in fact.

That's obviously been moved up.

Charlie, would you please escort Lucinda to her desk

where she keeps the key to the safe-deposit room?

I need box 604 post-haste.

Don't worry about him, Charlie. Just get the box.

There we go.

What's in box 604?

Joe, you seem like a guy who gets distracted.

If I were you, I'd forget about the box

and worry about the bank's new metal-detection system.

Because it was specifically designed to silently detect

the larger weaponry that marauders such as yourselves

tend to be enamored with.

Truth is, your cannons tripped the security system

the moment you entered the building.

You don't have the seconds you thought.

- Woman: Sixty seconds. - Not quite.

Guys, what are you doing?

Going to jail, evidently.

Enough is enough. Everyone, up. This is just unpleasant all around.

- Joe, talk to me. - Woman: We got to go. Right now.

Except you can't, the bank is surrounded by police.

I can get you out of here

for 50 percent of the cash you have on that cart.

- You can get us out? - Thank you, Charlie.

You're welcome.

Fifty-five percent.

Joe, my number's only going up until you say yes,

or you get yourself arrested.

Okay. Yeah, yeah. Yes. Let's go.

Eli. About the truck for Tuesday.

There's been a change of plan.

We need it now.

No, no, like right now.

Same place. That's right.

[M1

Son of a bitch.

Raymond: Liquor built that bank.

Boss varney ran the bank and half a dozen bars in the city.

During prohibition, varney's son operated the bars as speakeasies.

They made a fortune off of bootleggers, moonshiners and wine pirates.

Laundered all the profits through the bank.

The tunnel provided safe passage for all the cash

and a warm way to walk to lunch during the winter months.

J“ there is always sweet and sour so we are not going home j“

you made good time, Eli.

Hop in, boys and girls. We're going for a ride.

J“ can you see the joker j“

J“ what would happen if he took her away? J“

They're shooting at the police.

Honest to god, these guys.

J“ I said the joker is a wanted man makes his way all across the land j“

J“ see him sifting through the sand j“

j“ so I'll tell you all the story 'bout the joker and the thief j“

j“ I said, I'll tell you all the story 'bout the joker and the thief j“

j“ tell you all about the joker and the thief in the night j“j“

[M1

- Oh! - Oh, no, please.

I come bearing gifts.

- That's not... - Van gogh's poppy flowers.

Everything about it just breaks my heart.

But wasn't that stolen from...?

Yes. Twice, actually.

From Cairo's Mohamed mahmoud Khalil museum.

Once in 1977 and then again in 2010.

Terribly embarrassing.

It's exchanged hands a couple of times over the years,

but it came to my attention that the current owner

was holding it here.

Not to worry.

I'm sure you had no idea.

I think it's time for the flowers to go back home again.

You want me to return it?

- Yes, to the museum. - But you just stole it yesterday.

Well, I guess third time's a charm.

But now it's your obligation to see that it's returned

to its rightful owner.

My god, I hope they can manage to hold onto it this time around.

Please don't mention my name. I'd prefer it to be an anonymous donation.

But why?

Why Rob us?

Ha. That was sort of a gift to myself.

I'm turning 60 this year.

I wanted to see if I've still got it.

Turns out I do.

I have a feeling it's gonna be a very good year. Ha-ha-ha.

Raymond Reddington is a fraud.

An imposter who took our father's place over 30 years ago.

The FBI can trace this Reddington fonrvard from '95.

Our father died five years before that.

- The night of the fire. - Our father,

the real Raymond Reddington, cheated on your mother with mine.

A Russian agent named Katarina rostova.

Our fake father's a criminal and our real one's a snake.

He took me from her in Russia.

She followed him to america where we were staying.

They got into a fight, a fire started.

I got out, he didn't.

Wait. But how can you be so sure? You were 4.

The only one who knew he was dead was in that house.

The person pretending to be him

was either there that night or got the idea to take his place

from someone who was, which is why I got this out of storage.

This contains everything I've collected that's connected to the fire.

Okay.

You can still walk away.

And do what? Pretend this never happened?

Go back to being a waitress making minimum wage

serving tuna melts and warm beer?

I... I get it. It's dangerous.

- If he finds out, he... - Not if. When.

But here's the thing.

I have no life.

Or I had no life. And now...

Hey. Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

I'll be right there.

How do you do that?

Pretend like you're his daughter.

I've spent the last five years learning to act at the feet of the master.

It's my turn to outperform him.

[M1

Payback's a bitch.

Especially when there's two of them.

[M1

j“ I'm wide awake j“

j“ mind so woke 'cause my brain never pushed the brakes j“

j“ I'm wide awake j“

j“ eyes so open that my vision is as sharp as a blade j“j“.

You said this would be good for my health, dembe,

and you were right. I feel like a different person.

- Don't you look cute. - Raymond: Mm.

I've turned over a new leaf. Spinach.

Steamed. No butter, no oil, no salt.

And very, very little taste.

Spinach, tai chi.

Who are you and what have you done with Raymond Reddington?

What do you know about a man named hans koehler?

Nothing. Should I?

He's the plastic surgeon of choice for the criminal undennorld.

A wizard at facial reconstruction.

He's hidden some of the very worst of the worst

behind a larger nose, a pointier chin, higher cheekbones.

You want me to find the doctor who helps change criminals' identities?

- Find the doctor, find the criminals. - Why him? Why now?

Opportunity.

Dr. Koehler's been sighted, which is as rare as sighting

the pygmy three-toed sloth.

Only 79 of the dear creatures are left.

Okay. I'll bite.

Sighted where?

An elusive Russian arms dealer,

a Jewel thief thought to be dead,

a wanted forger who has dodged Interpol for nearly a decade.

Three examples of criminals we thought were dead or had gone dark,

but who Reddington believes are still alive

and continuing to commit crimes under new identities,

courtesy of Dr. Hans koehler.

- We're still doing his bidding. - I'm sorry, agent ressler?

Reddington. He shot an unarmed man in FBI custody

so keen couldn't identify that skeleton he's been lugging around.

We've made a deal with the devil. It comes at a price.

As for Reddington, when he gives us a case like this,

we have an obligation to take it. Agent keen, about the doctor...

Koehler attended medical school at Heidelberg university.

Residency in reconstructive surgery at Johns Hopkins.

He operates a mobile medical team that travels the globe,

- changing the faces of the criminal elite. - I'm sorry.

Changing their faces?

Liz: He is considered a pioneer in the application

of 3D-computer imaging and modeling technology.

Don't screw this up.

Dear sir,