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God, that door is slow.
I was hoping for a somewhat more dramatic entrance,
but what the hell.
Scottie.
Aren't you the challenging woman to pin down.
The FBI just received a call from Airports Authority.
Mr. Reddington escaped police custody
from a first-class lounge at BWI.
That can't be right.
Tom called Reddington
and warned him the airport was a setup.
All I know is that one officer's missing,
one's injured, and I cannot reach Mr. Reddington.
Get over there and find out what happened.
I have to give you this, Raymond --
It's been years since a man
worked this hard to gain my attention.
Who hired you to go after Elizabeth Keen?
Howard would be so happy to see you.
He still tells that story at dinner parties
about the night you two were jumped in Kuala Lumpur.
Each time I hear it, there are five more machetes
you two had to fight off.
My fondness for your husband holds no currency here.
I didn't kill Masha.
Elizabeth Keen, whatever you want to call her.
She died in childbirth.
Perhaps if she'd been in a proper hospital --
Aah! Damn you!
Oh!
I couldn't foresee what happened to that poor girl
any more than you.
I told you I was hired to abduct her,
not take her life.
Who hired you?
You know exactly who hired me.
I'd like to be sure.
Alexander Kirk.
Talked to the guard.
He says that his partner jumped him from behind.
Why? To help Reddington?
More than likely the guard was in on the abduction,
which Reddington walked right into
despite knowing it was a trap.
I'm looking at a report that says the containers
of oil we seized never made it into evidence.
It seems the entire convoy was hijacked this morning.
You think Reddington took it?
Let's just say I get the feeling he has an agenda here
he's not sharing with us.
You know, I used to have such high hopes
for your organization.
High hopes for Howard.
Halcyon was once such a promising company...
like AOL.
Put an entire generation online.
Companies can so easily lose their way.
Forget what it was that made them great to begin with.
I remember a time when your husband
never would have taken a job from a man like Alexander Kirk,
if only out of respect for his friends.
Howard didn't take that job.
We haven't had sex in four years.
We're rarely in the same country, let alone the same bed.
What bed have you been occupying?
I've been assuming a larger role
in a management position lately.
You don't say.
We've never been more successful.
Listen, Red...
I regret what happened to Elizabeth Keen.
But her kidnapping was simply a business decision.
You of all people should recognize that.
We all do what we have to in order to survive.
I know Howard and I do.
Survival is all relative.
There are limits, even for people like us.
Especially for people like us.
When Kirk hired us to abduct Masha,
he also wanted me to kill you.
Sorry I didn't take that job.
Here's where we stand.
Elizabeth Keen is dead, which means you are, too.
Alexander Kirk is coming to kill you.
The only surprise is that I got to you first.
You killed a lot of people trying to reach me.
Well, here I am.
Finish what you came to do.
You have it all wrong, dear.
I didn't come to kill you.
I came here because you and I
are about to climb into bed together, just for a quickie.
We now share a mutual enemy.
So, let's get you bandaged up,
not that you aren't even lovelier
with a little blood trickling down your arm.