And if this episode drove one thing home, it’s that there is no Blacklist without Ressler.
Even if shedidcover up a murder in the process.
It’s basically a drop in the bucket at this point anyway.
Virginia Sherwood/NBC
Oh yeah, I was all the way in.
The cold open puts us in 1995 Detroit, where two cops are chasing a criminal.
I’ll look after Lisa and the boys."
So, y’know, that had someimplications.
No further investigation, just a good shooting.
We’re safe."
“Maybe we could prove it, like on TV!”
Ressler shouts (#meta), insisting that he can get the evidence they need.
But Robbie tells him to knock it off and behave before he makes things any harder on their mom.
Markin comes downstairs immediately because Ressler is not being very sneaky (honestly, is he ever?).
“I am the cops,” Markin replies menacingly.
Ressler pulls out his father’s gun.
“You think you’re tough?”
Markin sneers, being quite rude for someone who recently killed this kid’s dad.
“Your father was tough, your brother’s tough you don’t even have the balls.”
“Of course I did,” Robbie tells him.
“You’re my brother.”
If only it could be like this forever!
In flashback we see that when young Robbie went to bury the body, Markin regained consciousness.
Ressler hadn’t actually killed him when he shot him.
Robbie hit Markin with the shovel, killing him for good, and went through with burying his body.
Which brings us back to now.
“It did exactly what I thought it would do it made you the person you are today.”
Which ispatentlyabsurd our girl’s principles are looser than a goose!
Lizzie tries over and over again to talk Ressler out of turning himself in, but he refuses.
Liz shoots Mitko just as he gets a knife to Robbie’s neck.
But Mitko doesn’t die.
And when the detectives check the car to confirm his story…
There’s nothing there no body.
Ressler stops short of confessing because there’s no reason to if they’re not being accused of anything.
“It wasn’t for you, knucklehead, it was for me,” Lizzie snaps.
Because right now Lizzie needs Ressler to be around.
“Have you looked at my life?”
she asks a confused Ressler.
“I’m a widow and a single mom, a marionette with a high-functioning sociopath pulling my strings.
Well, when you put like that oh wait, she’s not done!
And if that weren’t there…
I would be swept out to sea.”
And they have a nice long hug on their own little island of calm.
A FEW LOOSE ENDS
Related content:
