Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, that clock ran out.
The cases... Reddington used them to track you down,
Donny, pull the trigger.
Don't listen to him!
Pull the trigger!
Agent Ressler.
Come on, girl. Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Who the hell are you?
Do it.
Ah, okay.
This isn't right.
Donald, I understand how you feel.
Uh, my fiancé got a job in Dayton, of all places,
Where is he?
You'll grieve.
Just a few more weeks.
♪ yeah, yeah ♪
then it's only a matter of time before your trail leads to me.
Come on. Pull the trigger. Pick it up!
Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? You come to my house?
Reddington.
I'm gonna find anyone who was involved.
I can't help you unless you calm down.
That was the last I saw of him.
Reddington sent a psychopath with a knife into my house.
I'll tell you in the car.
Hey. You okay?
Never comes to any other performance.
but there were theories he had politicians in his pocket
Liz finds my go-bag, my passports... everything.
Don't!
They got nothing.
They were told two men presented as FBI.
She's dead because of me, Donny! Do it!
I can handle myself just fine.
The exhibit at the Willard street gallery.
"There is nothing that can take the pain away."
I fear, Donald, that you're being hunted
Shh, shh, shh.
Find them...