The Most Wanted Men
“You know, I once shared a bottle of absinthe with a Serbian arms dealer who swore The Blacklist was just a clever front for actual intelligence leaks. He was mostly wrong — but charmingly so.”
Welcome to The Most Wanted Men, a podcast devoted to peeling back the layers of intrigue, betrayal, and designer coats that make The Blacklist such a guilty pleasure. Join our hosts — two very opinionated amateurs with nothing better to do — as they explore the cases, conspiracies, and quirks of Raymond “Red” Reddington’s criminal concierge service of doom.
We’re not here to recap. No, no. We’re here to obsess, to question, to rant lovingly about overlooked plot points and the sheer audacity of a man who disappears into a monastery one week and drops acid in the Louvre the next.
Spoilers? Constant.
Accuracy? Occasional.
Charm? Relentless.
So pour a glass of something expensive, burn your aliases, and press play.
You’re on the list now.
The Most Wanted Men
The Freelancer (No.145): S1E2
Send an Encrypted Message to the Men
Aviation Cocktail, from the 1920’s… tastes like spring.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aviation_(cocktail)
Ah, the Freelancer. A man so unassuming, so beige in every conceivable way, that he could walk into a crowded café, poison half the patrons, and still be the least interesting person there. His murders? Magnificent in their orchestration — “accidents,” you see. Collapsed train bridges, derailed subways, exploded ferries. Always tragic, always newsworthy, always profitable for someone. And yet, this time, he miscalculated. He targeted the wrong charity queen. She was far more dangerous than the man he was meant to be.
Elizabeth, meanwhile, is still wet behind the ears, flailing with a badge and a backstory. She’s chasing ghosts and holding onto her sense of justice like a child clutching a security blanket — charming, really. But she’s starting to see that the line between good and evil is not a line at all. It’s a Rorschach smear. And I, of course, am the one holding the inkblot.