This is how The Blacklist will end. Red Revealed.
Liz stands straight-backed and with an air of determination. In her hands and aimed expertly at her target was her government issued service weapon. She’d never returned it after she left the FBI.
About 30 feet opposite Liz stood her only enemy - Raymond Reddington. He held no weapon.
“You killed her!” she shouts. “You killed my mother. I saw you pull the trigger!”
“Elizabeth” Reddington begins in his dulcet tones. “Katarina was not who you thought. She was -“
“She was my mother! And Raymond Reddington was my father. And you killed them both. They’re all dead - my entire family. Who’s next? Who else has to die to keep your secrets?”
Red sighs and the only sign of his frustration is a small twitch beneath his left eye. “Lizzie, there’s so much you don’t know. So much I can’t tell you -“
“You mean you won’t. I don’t want to hear your lies because that’s all you do. To me, to the FBI, to Dom, to everyone! And I’m done with it.”Liz shifts and perfects her aim. “It stops here.”
“Liz, think about what your about to-“ he was cut off by the distinctive sound of a gun shot. She had pulled the trigger. The concierge of crime fell.
She stood, frozen. A moment past. And then another. Red laid still on the ground in front of her and she lowered her weapon.
What had she done?
This man - this criminal, had come into her life so long ago and turned her life upside down. Reddington had completely devastated everything she had ever known. Her childhood, her relationships, her parents, even her job were illusions. Red had shown her that. Sometimes those realizations came painfully, but at least she knew now.
The only real and entirely innocent thing in her life was Agnes. Her daughter deserved so much better than a murderer for a mother. She supposed that’s why Mr. Kaplan had kidnapped her child. Red had saved her then too. How had she forgotten?
Oh, god. What had she done!? This wrong. It was wrong!
Liz dropped her gun and ran towards the man laying prone on the floor. She dropped to her knees with such momentum she skidded the last few inches. Her hands fluttered about him trying to isolate the bullet wound.
His eyes stared back at her with an almost vacant look. “Oh, God. What have I done? Red, I’m sorry! You stupid and infuriating man. Why wouldn’t you just tell me the truth!” Her hands came to a stop as she applied pressure to the newly found wound.
“Lizzie…” gurgled Red, his mouth filling with blood.
“I’m sorry!” She repeated. “ I just wanted answers. I just wanted to know the truth - to know who you are…”
He shook his head slightly. The small movement causing him great pain. He opened his mouth to utter the last words he’d ever say. She leaned forward, she needed to know: who was he?
“Lizzie, I’m… I’m your uncle.”
Reddington expelled his last breath as Elizabeth Keene looked on in bewildered horror.