The Blacklist

- It's not here yet? - Sir?

I had the mattre d' call for my car about 20 minutes ago. I'm gonna be late.

We got a 01206?

Sir, sorry. We don't seem to have this vehicle in the lot.

- Car's been picked up. - The hell it has.

My guy says the car's not here.

I haven't picked my car up. I've been eating lunch...

A lemon-verbena iced tea and salmon salad...

Which was overcooked.

I'm not one of these meatheads who tells you "keep it close"...

- But if my range rover is gone... - The ticket...

The ticket is collateral for my $100,000 vehicle.

This is a waste of time. I need to speak to your manager.

J“ stopped at 3rd and 43 j“

- sorry. We have an employee situation. - I don't wanna hear it, boss.

Just do your job and park the car.

And, boss, keep it close.

J“ I'm feeling so good tonight j“

J“ who cares about tomorrow? J“

j“ so, baby, you better believe j“

j“ I'm back back in the New York groove j“

j“ I'm back back in the New York groove j“

Elizabeth. How are you today?

I'm good. Where are you? I thought we were meeting up.

Just bumped into a few old friends. Just catching up.

- Are those sirens? - Yes.

We're outside. It's very noisy here.

Perhaps I could call you back.

- Are you okay? - Never been better.

Hey, why don't you drop by my new place? You'll love the pool.

I'll send you the address. Sorry, sweetheart. I need to get off.

J“ so, baby, you better believe j“

j“ I'm back back in the New York groove j“

j“ I'm back back in the New York groove j“

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j“ in the New York groove I'm back j“j“.

My god, Raymond, she's a beauty.

Yes. Yes, she is.

How'd she do?

Like bergita olofson in her parents' rumpus room on a Saturday night.

This covers my outstanding debt, along with the rest of the month.

And, dariush, if it's not too presumptuous...

I'd like to pay for drinks at tonight's social hour. I'm feeling flush.

J“ one, two get down j“

J“ paid the cost to be the boss j“

j“ paid the cost to be the boss j“

j“ [paid the cost to be the boss j“

j“ look at me j“

j“ you know what you see j“

j“ you see a bad mutha j“

j“ look at me j“

j“ you know what you see j“

j“ you see a bad mutha j“

j“ paid the cost to be the boss j“

j“ paid the cost to be the boss j“

j“ look at me j“

j“ you know what you see j“

j“ you see a bad mutha j“j“

hold up. Agent navabi...

"Agent navabi"? I think we're a little beyond "agent navabi."

Yeah, um, 100 percent...

But we agreed to keep it professional at work.

It's not like we broke any laws.

Oh, my god, I forgot my bike.

Your bike. Where is it?

In the shop.

Cracked the hub on the Rolf wheel, so, uh, took a taxi.

Well, you're late. Cooper's been looking for you.

- What's going on? - The new FBI director got sworn in today.

His first order of business...

Is a bureau-wide review of all special operations.

They'll find out reddington's empire's decimated.

They'll find Reddington gives us more high-level targets than anyone else.

Cooper: Not worried about his ability to provide cases.

I'm worried we may have a perception problem.

- What does that mean? - Perception, sir?

Between Reddington and keen.

It's only a matter of time before I have to disclose the results of that test.

Which were?

Raymond reddington's her father.

- Reddington? - Elizabeth.

You just missed the ludeman family.

I must've thrown quarters for that little girl to fetch...

For over two hours. Soda pop?

You're living here.

I make my bed where I lay my head.

At the terrace vista motor lodge?

I'm thinking about making it permanent.

Dariush, the owner, and I are somewhat the same size...

Which has been a godsend. I think you'd quite like it here.

They host a social hour at sunset, music and cocktails.

It's a lovely crowd, really.

Eclectic, to say the least.

I thought you'd be a little bit more proactive...

Trying to find ways to rebuild, crawl your way back to the top.

Where's dembe?

Dip your toes in.

I swear, dariush keeps the pool at body temperature.

You can't even feel the water. Heh.

I'm glad you're having a nice time...

But Cooper actually sent me to see if you might have a case.

Oh, I didn't realize you were here on official business.

Well, you are my father, and...

Oh, my god, that sentence, all that it means...

But to be honest, knowing who my father is at this point...

Isn't gonna change who I am, or the fact that you're my ci, and...

I need a case.

Then I suppose I'll need my pants.

Raymond: Good afternoon.

Everybody be cool. I know who you are.

I've always wanted to hunt for bounty.

- You're Reddington. - You're a bail bondsman...

Which means you're likely looking for a fugitive. I can help.

Are you asking for a job?

Yes. Your biggest case. Who is it?

- This isn't happening. - You're offering to help me find a fugitive.

- You're a fugitive. - As much as it pains me...

To hunt one of my own, it pains me more to admit I need the cash.

80. A name.

Smokey putnum.

Wanted for embezzling over $2 million from Davis and fox entertainment.

- The movie company? - No, the carnival.

How fun. Even better. I love a good carnival.

Liz: Could you excuse us a moment?

- Sure. - I'm sorry. What are you doing?

- We need a blacklister. - Harold needs a blacklister.

I need to pay the rent, and beggars can't be choosers.

- We need a name. - And we have one.

Smokey putnum. Please, do tell.

Putnum went dark about two days ago.

He's due in DC. For a trial in 36 hours. Now, if he doesn't show up...

I forfeit my $80,000 all-cash bond.

- What do skip tracers usually get? - About 10 percent.

- Twenty percent? - I couldn't take a penny over 50 percent.

Forty thousand, and I'll have smokey to court on time.

Elizabeth, you'll need to pack a bag. We're taking a road trip.

- _||well? - Yes. Please. I don't have a car.

See you in 36.

Tell me you have news.

I was able to trace the suitcase to a bus station in Columbia heights...

But it's gone. No witnesses, no surveillance.

Dembe, one of kaplan's associates has to have it.

We need to find that suitcase before it finds its way to Elizabeth.

Liz: Yes, sir. I told him the situation.

No, he doesn't seem to care.

It's Cooper. He's been happier.

Hello, Harold.

- You're a bounty hunter? - Ever had deep-fried butter?

Bringing a fugitive carnival manager back to stand trial?

Clogs more arteries than a car accident during rush hour...

- Yet people out here can't get enough. - Keen told you we 're under review.

A new director. I need blacklisters.

You'll have one soon, after we do a little rebuilding.

You expect the FBI to help you rebuild?

Perhaps you're the one in need of clarification:

The blacklist has value because it is based on the best possible intelligence.

Information that was not available yesterday...

And will be obsolete tomorrow.

The criminal undennorld is not static, Harold.

It consists of constantly shifting alliances and leadership...

Which can only be discerned by a few key players.

I was one of those players, and with your help, I intend to be one again.

Because like deep-fried butter, I am unhealthy...

And yet irresistible.

Excuse me. Sir?

I'm wondering if you decided to tell the new director...

About agent keen and reddington's relationship.

Not yet, but as a rule, I like to come down on the side of transparency.

So you think the bureau should be kept informed...

About personal relationships?

Hey. Just got word from main justice.

- Laurel hitch in was found dead. - The national security advisor.

Medical examiner and mobile crime are on scene.

- You and navabi, get there. - Sir?

We both know Reddington is behind this.

If it points back to him, it points to us. Go. Find out what's going on.

- No, no. Settle down. - Man: Dog house is closed.

We're looking for Joe putnum.

- Or "smokey," as they call him. - U.S. marshals come and gone...

Oh, the hell with it.

The marshals.

What did you tell them?

- And preferably not in cant. - "Cant"?

It's a private language carnies use...

To keep outsiders from understanding what they're talking about.

I spent two summers operating the whack-the-cats...

At the Emmet county fair, and to be honest...

I had no idea what the hell any of them were saying.

But I'm pretty sure this one was telling this one not to cooperate.