Previously on The Blacklist:
Notify security. Our Jane Doe's been abducted.
Put your hands up.
Delivered as promised.
-Who's she? -Don't you worry about her.
You contracted for the girl. I'll take care of this one.
-You heard Mr. Moore. Back away. -Not without Navabi. You let her go.
-I don't know who that is. -There's no agent inside.
Where are we?
Wow, you-- You're awake. You startled me.
The girl from the hospital, where is she?
Yeah.
The taking of a life, I've only done it a few times...
...and I take no pleasure in it.
Once you're gone...
...we'll make it right.
Send you back to the earth the way God intended.
I want a name.
I don't know who that is.
He abducted a federal agent who was working your case.
-I think you know him. -I don't. I swear.
All I know is that he was under contract. I don't know his name.
What do you mean "under contract"? Contract to do what?
He cleaned up messes.
-You mean people. -How would I know?
The elders kept us completely isolated.
This guy made sure? Anyone who found your compound...
-...he got rid of? Disposed of? -How's it work?
Someone stumbles upon your little utopia, becomes a threat.
And this man kills them, gets rid of them?
The man in the photo simply made sure that the bodies never turned up.
If this guy does exist, I never met him. Only Moore would know his name.
You actually think he may talk?
What if I could remember this man's name...
...help you find your missing agent?
-Would you let me walk away? -Why would we agree to that?
Because I'm giving you a chance to save this young woman's life.
Trade my life for hers.
All you have to do is let me go, and you get her back.
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
-Do you know his name? -I don't.
-But I can get your prisoner to give it to me. -By torturing him?
In my experience, conventional torture doesn't yield much truth.
Which is why I employ a man with...
...a more holistic approach to enhanced interrogation.
If his oxygen tank is full, he can be here in an hour.
An hour? Navabi's already been gone for an entire day.
What else do you know about her abductor?
Well, he's not part of the New Haven cult. He was contracted.
There's a paper trail, a proof of payments.
Have the FBI financial fraud unit locate Moore's accounts.
Boston and Albany are searching for leads.
While we wait for Red's interrogator? We don't have time.
That man in our interrogation room knows something.
And we need to get him to talk, like, now.
Raymond.
Take advantage of my offer, Harold.
Brimley's an old friend, and I love him dearly. He's not up for grabs.
If it weren't Samar, I wouldn't offer his services.
Sir, let me talk to him. Let me see if I can get him to budge.
What can you possibly say to him that we haven't?
I don't know, but please...
...just give me two minutes with the man behind Samar's abduction.
That's all I ask.
-Slow down. Take a breath. -I tracked down the address...
...where Garvey went after he landed in San Jose.
It's a custom boat company guarded six ways to Sunday.
-Supply trucks going in and out. -Carrying what?
Don't know the "what", but got the "why."
I drank a couple of drivers under the table to find out the owner...
...runs some kind of monthly auction.
Some legit items, some black book. Apparently he's not particular.
It's an auction. And if Garvey came here with that bag, it's up for auction too.
Given your obsession with getting it back, that's the last thing you wanna see.
I want you to secure an invitation to the party.
-This ain't no party. -Call me when it's confirmed.
I brought you here to find Samar, not hunt for the duffel bag.
I've offered Harold my assistance.
Now I'm just...
...juggling.
Mr. Moore.
I don't know if you remember me.
-My name is Agent Aram Mojtabai. -I've been waiting for you.
What?
You're the one who...
...begged for her life.
You care about her a great deal, don't you?
Yes.
There's something in my personal effects.
I'm sure they've been inventoried.
Get it for me.
I'll tell you what I know.
Yeah, I was sort of thinking of...
...suffocating you.
You know? It's the most natural.
Just put you to sleep with my hand.
How thoughtful.
Do you believe in God?
You know, like, a protector? Sort of a guardian angel?
Yes, I do.
I don't.
Nature, that's my god.
I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree.
I have an angel.
Don't matter.
Even if you believe he puts us here, it's nature that takes us away.
The beasts and the bugs.
The vultures and the nitrogen.
Beautiful process.
The basis of all life itself, really.
Without death...
...there is no life.
-Aren't you curious? -Not even slightly.
Agent Navabi. I need you to tell me what you know about the man who took her.
Over the years, people have stumbled onto New Haven.
A couple who were hiking.
A hunter or two.
Even an ex of one of our elders.
Steven is a man I contact to get rid of their remains.
Steven who? What is his last name?
Feltmeyer.
-It's fake. I don't know his real name. -Do you know where he is?
All I know is who I call if I need to hire Feltmeyer for a job.
I'm sorry. They're getting a little impatient.
The problem, you know, isn't so much their hunger as their teeth.
And why is that?
These are Himalayan field rats.
They have 12 molars each, and their teeth just keep growing.
Five inches a year, if you can believe that.
That's why they need something substantial to chew on...
...to wear down those teeth.
-And that's me today. -Yeah, that's you.
Damn it!
Stop.
You're absolutely right, Harold. It is not a weasel. It's a badger.
She's a digger. She'll go after insects and grubs.
But she really goes nuts for ground-nesting birds.
-Our prisoner is not a ground-nesting bird. -He is to Bernice.
Harold, understand. Bernice is a seasoned professional.
Recently retired after years in the film and television industries...
...where she had a prolific career playing a list of heavies.
She's worked with Eli Wallach, Faye Dunaway.
-Did two pictures with George Kennedy? -She did.
But don't be fooled by her offscreen persona.
She is an absolute devil who has never missed her mark...
...and will perform whatever the scene calls for.
Ten minutes with Bernice and Brimley...
...and your prisoner will give the name of Samar's abductor.
-He already has. -You got him to talk. How?
With all due respect, sir, all that matters is that I did.
Turns out Moore goes through a third party to make contact.
-A guy by the name of Hannelore. -Julius Hannelore?
-Do you know him? -He's a broker of sorts.
An associate recommended him to me after Mr. Kaplan passed.
She did not "pass." She killed herself...
...so I could get the duffel bag. It was her dying wish. Feel free to honor it.
-Can you reach out to your associate? -On my way.
I'm going in case you plan on juggling.
Listen, if my bringing Teddy here suggests a new open-door policy...
...let me set the record straight. My associates are just that, mine.
And unless otherwise indicated, my meetings with them are private.
Then Agent Keen will be outside so you can relay any pertinent information.
Stop!
Look, lady, there's not much point in running.
I told you I don't like this. But I have a gun, and I will use it if you make me.
I was nice to you, and you did this.
Get up.
Walk.
Julius.
How do you do it?
How do you make a person more presentable in death...
-...than they were in life? -Family recipe.
Formaldehyde, glutaraldehyde, humectants, dye, water...
...and a secret sauce three generations in the making.
Plus the occasional cotton ball.
Mr. Sulzberger is an open casket.
Viewing's in an hour. So unless it's urgent--
I'm looking for Steven Feltmeyer.
I can reach out.
-Broker an arrangement. -This is a pressing matter.
-I don't have time to go through channels. -The channels are the channels.
Everything in its time and mackerel in August.
I'm going to need my mackerel now.
Or the Sulzbergers are going to need to close the casket.
You wouldn't.
I'd sooner take a knife to the Mona Lisa.
But Feltmeyer has an associate of mine, and I'd like her back.
Preferably before she needs her lips sewn shut.
Feltmeyer's real name is Lawrence Devlin.
I'll work up a profile to present as soon as I get back.
Good luck with that.
Where can we drop you?
Wait.
You're leaving?
We still don't have Samar.
If there was more I could contribute, I would do it gladly.
But there isn't.
-So yes, I'm leaving. -Knowing that I can't come with you.
My thoughts and prayers will be with you in your search.
-I hope that provides some consolation. -Yeah, I'm sure you do.
Okay, here's what we're gonna do: we're gonna take you to the farm.
I'm gonna hold you down, and make one real clean incision...
...in your lower lumbar vertebra.
I'm gonna sever your spinal cord to immobilize you.
Then we're gonna let the rats have their way.
And that's just the way it is because of what you did. Get in.
No, no. Don't.
Get in.
According to Reddington's source...
...Feltmeyer's real name is Lawrence Dane Devlin.
Devlin is a fixer who specializes in making problems go away.
Apparently, Devlin's disposal methods have a scientific flair.
-He considers himself a thanatologist. -I don't know what that is.
The scientific discipline devoted to the study of death and decay.
As recent as 2005, Devlin held a research position...
...at the University of Tennessee's body farm...
...until he came under investigation.
Apparently several of the cadavers Devlin requisitioned...
...turned out to have missing limbs and body parts.
Were charges filed?
Yes, but Devlin and all three witnesses vanished without a trace.
Since that time, Devlin's been in the body-disposal business.
While performing experiments.
Which means there are victims we can chase down as leads.
The list of potential victims goes on and on and on.
But they're exactly that...
...victims in unsolved crimes who were never found or recovered.
And this guy has Samar.
Sir, we have a situation.
He just collapsed.
Call an ambulance.
It's getting harder for you to breathe because your lungs...
...are slowly filling up with blood.
Without a doctor, you'll be starved of oxygen until you'll be...
...forced to aspirate on your own blood.
But on the bright side, it's an entirely natural way to go.
Likely what God intended for you.
Hey. Hey.
Pull over. You can't drive. Hey.
Pull over.
This is what you need to get in.
I pinched a couple off the drivers I snorkled tequila with.
F-Y's-I, we're going out for another round later. So don't shoot them or anything.
Mercury dime.
Or more accurately, Winged Liberty. Here's a fun fact:
The image was modeled on Elsie Stevens...
...the wife of poet Wallace Stevens.
For the listener, who listens in the snow, and nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and then nothing that is.
All right, ladies and gentlemen.
Our next item for bid is this magnificent beast.
Lot number 16. An item any climate change denier will love.
-This polar bear would make.... -It's not on the list.
Maybe it's not for sale.
Or maybe it already sold.
Do I have 50,000? Fifty-thousand is bid. Looking for 55.
Fifty-five thousand. New bidder.
"The final item won't be revealed until just prior to the start of bidding."
-Maybe that's the duffel. -There may be time.
Excuse me. The person in charge, where might they be?
Is there any advance over $70,000?
Sold.
Tell him it's Raymond Reddington.
Mr. Gonzalez doesn't see customers.
Please, just tell him it's Raymond Reddington.
I've heard steroids make your penis shrink.
Have you found that to be the case?
The answer's no.
He knows I'm number one on the wanted list, right?
He does. He told me to tell you the last number one is his driver.
Oh, I mean, obviously, he's joking.
He's not much for jokes.
Move along.
Of course. If you could direct me to the bathroom.
They got metal detectors, wands....
With a guest list that's a who's who of scumbags, they ain't taking chances.
No one gets a piece in once the party starts.
What about before it starts?
After our night on the town, the drivers were so bent...
...they needed help off-loading some goodies.
I found a bathroom on the first floor. Look under the sink.
Moving on. Lot number 17.
An Assyrian relief from Nimrud dating from the 7th century BCE.
Plunder of the Islamic State.
They insist the antiquity of the idolatry the Quran demands be destroyed.
Or sold at auction.
The sale of illegal artifacts is a major source...
...of funding for terrorism in the Middle East. But for Muslims, this is our history.
A link to our past.
What they are doing is like cultural genocide.
It's two bidders, 750. Thank you, sir.
The bid is with you at 750. Looking for 800.
But this is a problem for another day.
Maybe.
-Maybe not. -Any advance over 800,850, sir?
Is 850 bid? Eight hundred fifty thousand.
The bid is at $850,000.
Looking for 900.
I genuinely don't want this to become unpleasant.
Mr. Gonzalez said no.
You know, it's awful, but people do tend to associate...
...a thick neck with a low IQ.
How about shattering that cliché...
...by reasonably persuading him to change his mind?
That's not gonna happen.
And we're at $1.7 million. Do I have 1.7? Thank you, sir.
One point seven, I have. Looking for 1.8.
Looking for 1.8 million. I have 1.8 million. Thank you.
-Point of order. -Sorry. Are you bidding?
Does it bother either of you, the terrorism of it all?
-I'm gonna have to ask you to sit. -Either of you? No?
Good. That makes this so much easier.
-Come with me. -Ah, I thought you'd never ask.
-We may have something. -An address on Devlin.
He has a farm in Preston County.
Nicholas Moore is dead.
Toxicology believes he took his own life.
Had a cyanide pill in his Bible which had been processed into evidence.
Any idea how he may have gotten it?
I got it for him.
That's how I got him to talk. He said he'd help find Samar...
...if I stole it for him. And so I did.
I'll accept whatever punishment is appropriate.
But it got us a name and now a location where Samar may be.
-You've run the address? -Not only that. I found a phone registered...
...under one of Devlin's known aliases registered to that same farm.
The HLR, the Home Location Register, is updated every time a phone's SIM...
...is transferred into another location area.
According to the HLR, that phone was in Grafton County two days ago.
-The hospital where Samar was abducted. -Can you triangulate its location?
Devlin must be in the middle of nowhere. He's pinging off one tower.
-Can't triangulate it. -Not off one tower.
They could be anywhere within a 45-mile radius.
Not far from his farm. Maybe he took her there.
If she isn't already dead.
Issue a bulletin. I want all resources redeployed to West Virginia.
-Leave a message. -Lawrence Devlin.
This is Special Agent Aram Mojtabai of the FBI.
We know you have Agent Navabi.
We know where you live.
And we will find you.
And when we do, Samar--
Agent Navabi better be alive.
You may not be aware of this...
...but taking the life of a federal officer is a capital crime punishable by death.
So if she's--
If you kill her...
...we will kill you.
Where are you going?
You said I should go get a doctor.
So I'm gonna go get myself one. You, I'm not so sure about.
I suspect you're gonna die here.
-I'll get the house. -I have the shed.
Stop! Stop!
Stop! I said, stop.
Stop.
Samar, where is she?
Agent Navabi. Lawrence Devlin. Where'd he take her?
Give me one reason why I shouldn't have you shot.
How about 4 million?
For the Assyrian relief.
More than twice what your two highest bidders were offering.
Not how this works. You don't shoot your way to the front of the line.
You bid your way to it.
I'd respect that, but I'm pressed for time...
...something a smart businessman such as yourself should take full advantage of.
-Five million. -Surely you can do better than that.
-Six million. -Done. On two conditions:
First, you keep the proceeds. Terrorists get nothing.
Tell them the shipment was lost, or stolen, or intercepted by customs.
I'll find a more appropriate home for the relief.
And the second?
I get the duffel bag.
What duffel bag?
The final item.
Are schematics to Samsung's next Android operating system.
Ian Garvey came here. He brought you a duffel bag.
I have no duffel bag.
And I've never met Ian Garvey.
But-- But he was here.
Not to meet with me.
Then I have a third condition.
I want to see your surveillance footage.
This isn't true or false. We know you work for Devlin.
-I don't know where he is. -You know how to get ahold of him.
No. I'm telling you I don't anything about your friend.
I just manage the property.
Devlin lets me stay here. In exchange, I take care of the stock.
"The stock"? The insects you keep in the shed?
Insects, rodents...
...arthropods.
They need a lot of care.
So, what are the insects for?
Okay, okay, Mr. Hull, I need to be clear with you.
The FBI is gonna find Lawrence Devlin.
When they do, they'll prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law.
When that happens, you will be an accessory.
Now, whatever you know, however you can help...
...will be taken into consideration when charges are brought against you...
...which will happen.
He does experiments...
...with the bodies.
That's what the arthropods are for.
Studying decomposition under various settings.
You know where he does this?
He calls it "The Lab."
It's on his grandfather's land...
...in Taylor-- Taylor County.
Let me in!
I got something over here.
What is it?
It's a body.
What? What body? What do you mean "a body"?
It's old. It's not Samar.
Oh, this guy's serious.
I don't understand.
How did nobody know this was out here?
Question is, "How far does this place go?"
This is from last month's auction.
Yeah.
That man. There.
He's a valued customer.
I know him as Max Birmingham.
What his real name is, I cannot say.
I can.
Oh, God.
-I think have something. -What is it?
-Aram, talk to us. -What do you have?
-Aram. -No, no.
-No. -What is it?
-Hello? -Aram.
Samar?
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
There was an accident.
An accident. Are you hurt? Where are you?
-The van, it's in the water. -Water, okay.
What water? Listen, I think we're close, just tell me where you are.
Samar?
Come on, Samar. Talk to me.
Lawrence Devlin, the man who took you.
He's dead. There was-- There was a bear.
A bear.
As in "a bear"?
Okay, listen, in the water.
Is it a lake or a river?
-Yes. -Yes. Yes.
It's a lake or a river.
If you had asked me to marry you, my love...
...the answer would've been "yes."
That's--
I--
Samar....
...listen to me.
All that matters is getting you home safely.
So please just tell me where you are.
Just tell me where you are, Samar. Come on.
Come on. Samar.
Samar, come on.
Said there was an accident and water. The van's in water.
The only water nearby is the Tygart Valley River.
-It runs for miles. -We don't have to look for all of it.
When I ran a search for Devlin's cell, it only pinged...
...one tower in the region here, outside of Kingwood.
That limits us to four or five square miles of river.
-She said there was a bear. -We have to get moving.
Listen up. We're gonna refocus our search to a five-mile area of the Tygart River.
Where are you?
Guys. Guys, I found it. I think I see the van.
-Where are you? -Don't know. I turned north off Kannan.
Less than a quarter mile.
Samar. Samar!
Hold on. We're on our way.
A medevac is en route. They're looking for a place to land.
Okay.
Hang on. Hang on.
Hang on.
Hang--
Come on!
Come on. Come on, Samar.
Come on.
Come on. Come on!
You mind telling me who this-- This Max Birmingham really is?
Sutton Ross.
He died years ago.
Or so I thought.
-That's his connection to Garvey. -What is?
Garvey was a U.S. Marshal. He put people in witness protection.
Made them disappear or appear to be dead.
Garvey must've made that happen for Sutton Ross.
I came all this way to find...
...the duffel has been handed from one enemy of mine to another.
And yet neither chose to make its contents public.
If what you're looking for is so valuable, why didn't they put it up for auction?
I have no idea.
So I did a little research.
I know. I know. Pathetic, right?
And yet-- Hang on.
Maybe-- Maybe not so pathetic.
Okay. So I came across this study from 2014...
...that showed how playing familiar music to people in--
In minimally conscious states enhanced recovery.
They found that certain audio cues improved cerebral plasticity...
...and helped them recover.
So since, at the moment, you can't get to your favorite playlist...
...I thought that I...
...would bring your favorite playlist to you.
How is she?
She's alive.
But she went a long time without oxygen.
That was after she was somehow impaled.
Did they say how long she would be on a respirator?
They said she can't breathe on her own, and they don't know if she ever will.
How's he doing?
How would any of us be doing if we were him?
Where's Keen?
Agent Elizabeth Keen, FBI.
I spoke to Harold.
He told me about Agent Navabi.
Gonzalez called you.
His guard, actually.
We developed something of a bond.
He showed me the surveillance feeds.
I know Max Birmingham has the duffel bag.
You follow me to where you don't belong...
...watch tapes that are none of your business.
I sent his picture to the Post Office.
You do what you know I don't want you to do.
By the time I get back, they'll have his real ID.
You disappoint me.
And yet somehow, at the same time, you impress me.
You persevere.
Runs in the family, I guess.
I suppose it was inevitable.
-What's that? -Our sprint to the finish.
The bag is just out of reach now.
After everything we've been through, won't be long before one of us has it.
Not "one of us."
Me.
What would you say to flying back with me on my jet?
Enjoying a few hours of peace and quiet...
...before we repair to our neutral corners?
I'd say that's a very generous offer.
Yes, it would be if I was to offer that.
Which I'm not.
Goodbye, Elizabeth.
I'll be waiting at the finish line.
Okay, so...
...this one wasn't on your playlist.
Or mine, but I'm kind of hoping that someday...
...it will be.
Samar.
I've been in love with you since the first moment I saw you.
Every day since then has--
Has been my best day because I have spent them with you.
I want to spend all my days with you.
So....
Here we go.
Samar Navabi...
...at long last...
...will you marry me?