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 Good Samaritan (No. 106)
Send an Encrypted Message to the Men
You know, there’s a peculiar breed of monster that doesn’t wear a mask at all—just walks among us, perfectly average, perhaps even charming, until you catch a glimpse of the rot beneath. The Good Samaritan Killer is precisely that sort: a vindictive little phantom with a martyr complex and a scalpel, doling out retribution under the pretense of justice. Eye for an eye, rib for a rib. I’ve met his kind in Dar es Salaam and Düsseldorf—people who confuse vengeance with virtue.
Meanwhile, my delightful friends at the FBI are chasing shadows while I, as ever, do the heavy lifting. I’m hunting someone too: the man who put a bullet through the beautiful curve of my ribcage. And believe me, when I find him, it won’t be an act of revenge. It will be a lesson in consequences.
Ah, and Lizzie. Poor, stubborn Lizzie. Still clinging to the hope that her life isn’t riddled with secrets. I do admire her resolve. I truly do.
So pour yourself something strong and buckle up. This one’s messy.