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Hey! Guys, come on. Guys.

Let's just simmer down.

What's the problem here?

You see what I mean?

What are they fighting about?

It's the first shipment of a $3-million order.

There's a dispute over some doctored

shipping manifests that are missing.

Who was in charge of the manifest?

Henry Morris.

He works for the Department of Transportation.

- Henry! - The one with the gambling habit?

- The same. - Didn't we square his debt,

get him some kind of help or something?

- Where the hell is he? - Not answering.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Oh. All right. Hey, hey. Come on. Come on, come on.

Guys, put the guns away. Put the guns away.

Come on. It's just a bunch of TVs.

There's plenty more where they came from.

Dembe, let's see if we can't drum up a few bottles of arak.

Arak.

Yeah, there we go. All right.

Can't be all that bad, can it?

Bad?

How about my savings, my house?

And my wife has no idea.

You'll think of something, Henry.

How'd you know my name?

I know all about you.

The default on your mortgage, the credit cards.

Oh, not to mention what you owe Tony and the boys in Boston.

Heck, they haven't forgotten.

Who the hell are you? Who told you that?

Oh, that's not important. You know what is important?

Luck. And yours just changed.

- I'm supposed to be somewhere. - No.

Henry. You're meant to be right here. With me.

And all you have to do is make one more bet.

This time... on yourself.

Thank you, boys. Thanks, guys.

There really is no misunderstanding

that a bottle of arak can't cut through.

It's him.

Henry.

Five Albanians and four Nigerians

walk into a shipping depot.

There is no punch line. Where the hell are you?

I'm sorry, Red. I am.

But I ran into some trouble, I lost some money.

You were gambling today?

No. I mean, yes, I was, but I-I got it handled.

She came to me.

My miracle. We made a deal.

What are you talking about?

Who came to you? I needed you here.

I have to take a trip, but I swear, Red,

things are turning.

I'll be a new man.

Luck's finally on my side.

Something wrong?

I'm afraid our friend Henry

was paid a little visit... by Lady Luck.

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That's it. That's all the CIA has on Katarina Rostova.

Well, hunting for spies who didn't come in from the cold

after the Cold War isn't exactly a priority.

Anton Velov claimed that she was seen

at the Cross Sound Ferry Terminal

two weeks after her alleged suicide.

Yeah. Claimed, not proved.

The ferry requires reservations, so if she was on it,

her name would be on the manifest. And it wasn't.

There's no copy of the manifest in here.

Had to be a gut punch.

Hunting Reddington all those years, only for him

to get caught and escape all over again.

I mean, that's what this is about, right?

Finding Rostova to find Reddington?

Raymond Reddington's gone. No one's ever gonna find him.

Then who are you looking for?

MJ, I need a copy of that manifest.

It's all arranged.

You got locations in St. Louis and Denver.

Secure, private, safe.

Thank you, Smokey. You can give the addresses to Dembe.

He'll alert the unfortunate guests.

Why unfortunate?

While I was in prison,

certain people in my organization

took it upon themselves to do a little freelancing.

Others attempted to move against me.

In the time since that regrettable chapter ended,

I've determined who the Benedict Arnolds are

and will be confronting them about it

at the locations you've secured.

The opportunities you give people.

This is what some of them do? Bite the hand like that? Ooh.

Eaz-I d-eaz-on't kn-eaz-ow wh-eaz-at t-eaz-o s-eaz-ay.

I'm sure you're not really surprised

by how few people I can trust.

You can count on me, 100%.

That means more than you know, Smokey.

Those people who turned,

just how unfortunate are they gonna be?

I'll know when I see them.

Ultimately, everyone's fate is negotiable.

Except the person who turned me in.

Whoever they are, their fate is sealed.

Elizabeth!

A warm light in an otherwise dark and gloomy day.

Are you coming or going?

Going. On a West Coast swing to Los Angeles.

We have a few stops along the way,

so I'm a bit pressed for time.

If you don't mind...

Right. Whatever you ask. Dembe's teaching me backgammon.

I'm sorry to rush to the point, but I need your help.

An associate has had a sudden

and startling stroke of good fortune.

A-And that's a bad thing?

Imagine gambling away your mortgage,

facing financial ruin

because you're addicted to chance.

And then imagine,

in that moment of anguish and desperation,

you're offered salvation...

erase your debt, keep a roof over your family's head.

- Would you take it? - What's the catch?

No catch. A bet. On yourself.

A dance with Lady Luck.

Lady Luck.

An urban legend that Reddington claims is all too real.

A Blacklister who serves up salvation in one hand

and damnation in the other.

- So, what's the bet? - Reddington doesn't know,

because no one's lived long enough to say.

And this Lady Luck, she's propositioned an associate of his?

Yes, someone Reddington claims has done business

with the Third Estate and may be able to tell us

about their plot against America.

Maybe. Which means maybe not.

Tell us about this friend.

All right. His name is Henry Morris.

He lost $3.400 last night in Atlantic City.

And based on bank records, over the past two years,

he's lost $196.000.

I'm not sure I can do this.

We made a bet, Henry. You win, you get $200.000.

You lose, your family gets evicted.

Are you calling to say you lost?

No. I'm just... I'm not sure.

Well, get sure.

I'm married to a loser, Henry.

Trust me, it's a fate worse than death.

Henry Morris left the casino at 4:18 a.m.

Hasn't been seen since.

Could be he's running from people he owes money to.

Or maybe Lady Luck convinced him to gamble with his own life.

Let's start there. Go talk to his wife.

Let's see what she can offer.

Missing? Henry isn't missing.

He called a few hours ago from Pennsylvania.

Had to stay a little bit longer for work, is all.

Mrs. Morris, are you aware that your husband

was let go by the city two months ago?

No. He has worked there for two years.

He's in Allentown on a work trip as we speak.

This is a screen capture from a CCTV camera in Atlantic City.

Apparently, he lost pretty big there.

Over 3 grand last night.

No, no, no, no.

He lost everything before,

before we were married and once after.

I thought maybe he'd beat it.

He pawned my engagement ring. It was my grandmother's.

Ma'am, if your husband calls again,

we're gonna need your help.

What is it, Mimi? Hello?!

Is there somebody there?!

- Hello?! - No!

Detective Evers?

Donald Ressler, FBI. We spoke on the phone.

Right. You put out an APB looking for our UNSUB.

We did. What do you have?

From last night, we pulled this off a security camera

from a liquor store two blocks from here.

His clothes match an image of the perp

caught on the building's CCTV.

My guys think the scene was staged

to look like a robbery gone wrong.

What can you tell us about this guy?

Not much. Missing person.

We actually thought he was the one in danger.

Yeah, well, when you find your missing person,

give me a call, because he's wanted for murder.

Tea! It's so good to hear your voice.

Henry, what's going on?

I got so much I gotta tell ya.

Our troubles are over, Tea.

We're gonna make a fresh start, you and me.

Your old man finally took care of business.

Let's meet, all right?

11:00 a.m. tomorrow at the playground.

You know the one.

Yeah, okay. 11:00 at the park.

I-I got something for ya. Something I owe ya.

All right. I gotta go. I love ya.

I'll see you at 11:00.

You did the right thing.

Red?

You're a sight for sore eyes, my friend.

W-When you got captured, I thought I'd never see you again.

Is that why you took advantage?

Advantage? You...

You were in custody. You were on trial. You were on death row!

And who survives that?

Pepper?

Thanks.

Carlo, I didn't bring you here

because you stepped out while I was otherwise engaged.

You're here because I want to know whether you were simply

pressing your advantage or whether you were the one

who created the advantage in the first place.

I'm gonna ask you one time, and I want a simple yes or no.

Did you turn me in to the police?

No. 1.000 times no. Never.

10 percent.

Going forward, you're gonna need to kick in

230 00: 10: 49,983 -> 00: 10: 51,349 an extra 10 percent.

231 00: 10: 51,351 -> 00: 10: 53,527 A tax for underestimating me.

232 00: 10: 53,529 -> 00: 10: 55,587 You know, Red, that doesn't seem fair.

233 00: 10: 55,589 -> 00: 10: 56,588 You were in cu...

234 00: 10: 56,590 -> 00: 10: 58,004 You know what, Carlo? You're right.

235 00: 10: 58,006 -> 00: 11: 00,425 Make it 15%. Any objections?

236 00: 11: 00,427 -> 00: 11: 04,147 No, no. 15 percent is completely fair, Red.

237 00: 11: 05,982 -> 00: 11: 08,467 The woman Henry Morris killed in the bathtub

238 00: 11: 08,469 -> 00: 11: 09,634 was Betsy Nagel.

239 00: 11: 09,636 -> 00: 11: 12,037 Two weeks ago, she posted on her social media

240 00: 11: 12,039 -> 00: 11: 14,639 that she was

241 00: 11: 14,641 -> 00: 11: 17,075 - Recovery from what? - Well, in that same post,

242 00: 11: 17,177 -> 00: 11: 20,545 she shared a link to a website for G-A-R-T.

243 00: 11: 20,547 -> 00: 11: 21,847 It's a support group

244 00: 11: 21,849 -> 00: 11: 24,082 for "gambling, addiction, recovery, and therapy."

- She was a gambler, too. - With multiple online

poker accounts all linked to her credit cards.

- She was in debt. - Actually, not anymore.

All of the gambling sites have been paid off

and her accounts are all deactivated.

This came for Agent Ressler.

He's in interrogation. I'll take it.

I was told it's about a case he's working on.

It's okay. We're working on the same case.

Could she be connected to Morris through poker sites?

Well, I haven't found an online identity

associated with Morris in any of the chat rooms,

and there wasn't anything virtual about his debt.

Maybe Morris and Nagel were in recovery together.

I've searched everything. There is nothing

these two people shared beyond their history of gambling.

Keep looking. Find a link... a mutual acquaintance,

a restaurant they frequent, a connection.

Teresa Morris just hung up with her husband.

They set a meet for tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.

Get a team together. Let's see if we can get a confession on tape.

I thought we had an agreement.

An agreement? What agreement?

CIA documents from the Russia desk?

Some kind of passenger manifest from '91?

- You're looking for my mother. - Keen, listen.

I told you, I'm not interested in digging this up,

and I'm certainly not interested in you digging this up.

Keen, if you'd let me finish.

This was in motion long before you and I spoke.

I requested this file weeks ago, and it took this long.

Look. It's nothing. All right?

- See? - Thank you.

- We good? - I'll call in the surveillance op.

Megan Marie. She's our eldest.

And she got her acceptance letter last week in the mail.

And...

You've never seen a kid smile so big.

No matter how bad things are,

my world just lights up when that kid's happy.

It's, um...

It's Middlebury College.

And now she can't go

because, um, I lost her tuition money at the track.

And, um...

And I haven't told her yet. I mean, how can I tell her?

I'm not gonna break her heart.

Let her know what kind of man her father really is.

I would do anything to make this right.

Really, Ned?

This doesn't look like a solution to me.

Most insurance policies don't even cover suicides.

Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?

You want to go to Megan Marie's college celebration, don't ya,

like a good father should?

How... How did you know about that?

I know lots of things.

I know you gambled away Megan's tuition.

And I know about the bookies and the dodgy loans,

not to mention

the damn Lakers neglecting to cover their spread.

- You're a debt collector. - Of sorts.

I got nothing left to give.

Oh, don't sell yourself short.

You've got you.

But tell me, do you have the courage to make one more bet?

This time, on yourself?

So, who's the next unfortunate?

Martin Walcott. Do you know him?

Walcott? No, I don't think so. What'd he do?

Skim off the top while you were away?

On the contrary. He recorded record profits.

So what's your beef?

Raymond! It's been too long.

Martin Walcott, Smokey Putnam.

Yeah, nice to meet you.

I brought the book.

I figured you'd want to go over the numbers.

Smokey used to run with the circus.

Handled logistics. Trains in, trains out.

I'm surprised the two of you haven't crossed paths.

I'm just a sideshow for Martin.

He's a senior VP at a railroad

that runs freight between New Mexico and Illinois.

That a fact? Yeah, I'm surprised we never hooked up.

Let me ask you something, Martin,

and I want a simple yes or no.

Did you turn me in to the police?

Red, what?

No! Of course not. Why would you ever ask me that?

Because that's an awfully big number.

And the only way you could've hit it was if I was in prison.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Did you? I don't think so.

If you thought I'd be pleased,

the book would reflect how you hit the number.

But it doesn't do that, does it?

It's a big number because you cut a deal

with the Catela Cartel to run methamphetamine.

You used my network,

my trucks, my drivers, my warehouses.

If you're not gonna be in the drug business,

somebody else will be.

It's not like we're gonna stop it from coming in, right?

I'm not in the methamphetamine business.

It's a poison.

You traded on my name.

I'm a relatively forgiving man.

But that...

that, I can't forgive.

Red. Hold on, hold on. I thought that you...

What do you think?

- Me? - Yeah.

What do you think I should do with Martin?

I'm curious.

I don't know. I-I guess...

On one hand, he kind of betrayed you.

I say "kind of" because when you were in prison,

maybe he was thinking, in that situation, he had some latitude.

You said, "On the one hand." Is there another?

Yeah. No, of course.

I mean, look, I never killed anyone.

When it comes to people, I'm vegan.

So if it was up to me,

and... and let's all reflect on how awesome it is that it's not,

but if it was, I guess I'd opt for firing him.

Or fining him, like you did with Androssani.

I mean, both these guys are family guys.

Androssani's got a wife. He's got a kid. So, you know...

Anyway, that's why you do the strategic thinking

and I stick to logistics.

G. Gordon Liddy was an architect

of the Watergate break-in.

A strident true-believer who trained himself

to be unemotional about doing terrible things.

He'd literally test himself by fire.

Holding his hand over a flame

without flinching as his flesh burned.

People thought it was a trick.

He said the trick is not minding.

Ahh.

I mind.

I mind.

Mmm.

You got no idea how much I missed you, Tea.

What's going on?

You gotta know, everything I did,

I did it for us.

- Keen, you getting this? - Every word.

Tango Team, the minute

you get verbal confirmation, move in.

- Assume he's armed. - Copy that.

I made us square.

- There's no more debt. - But how?

We're gonna be able to pay off all of our loans.

And we... we can start over. We'll go somewhere else.

- We'll go somewhere warm. - Keen, heads up.

We got a white male near the playground.

You think his wife tipped someone?

Or Morris brought a plus-one. I'm gonna check it out.

I stopped by the pawn shop.

If you've done something illegal,

you need to tell me, please.

I have something for ya.

We've got a gun.

FBI! Stop!

FBI! Hands!

Put it down, put it down! Don't move!

Henry Morris, you're under arrest

for the murder of Betsy Nagel.

I'm so sorry.

Henry, what have you done?!

I went over the manifest, and I think I found something.

I'm glad to hear it, Don,

but I'm in the middle of a big briefing here.

Dead or alive, everyone's accounted for.

- Except one. - Then you need me because?

Because that one person doesn't exist

before buying a ticket for that ferry.

Everything about her...

credit rating, social security, mortgage payments...

it exists only after she bought that ticket, not before.

Seriously, I am in a room full of people

waiting on me to give a threat assessment.

It's important, MJ. I need your help.

It's also off-book,

so I'm gonna have to farm out the legwork.

If I send you what I have, can you do the due diligence for me?

It's gonna cost me, but for you, Crimea can wait.

I owe you, pal. Thanks.

This bandage isn't enough.

I-I really need to go to a hospital.

Not until you answer my question.

Look, I don't know how to find her.

- Because she came to you. - Yes! At the house.

I mean, it was like she was studying me.

She... She had all kinds of information.

What kind of information?

Everything... how many months' rent I owed,

how much I lost that night in Atlantic City.

She knew my favorite teams. She knew how much I owed.

She said that she could make all that debt go away.

How? What exactly did she say?

That, uh, my gambling

had become a cancer on the people I love.

She said that I needed to start over.

What does that mean? Start over how?

By doing her a favor.

She asked me to... take care of someone for her.

And by "taking care of" someone,

you mean drowning Betsy Nagel in her bathtub?

Well, it was supposed to look like something else,

like a robbery.

A gunshot in broad daylight wasn't exactly subtle, Ned.

I'm guessing she didn't sign off on that.

Look, I may never get out of jail for what I've done,

but I did it to help my family.

And if I was smart enough,

I would've got away with it, too.

Henry, you were never gonna get away with it.

Because you were always gonna be her next victim.

What do you mean, "her next victim"?

It's gamblers killing gamblers.

Lady Luck identifies her target,

someone who has a significant amount of debt,

to be her hitman, and then she offers to pay off that debt

in exchange for the killing.

But what the killer doesn't know is that he's the next victim.

Like Betsy Nagel?

Turns out, she'd been bleeding her sister dry for years

to pay off her gambling debt.

I spoke to the sister, and she said that Betsy

showed up last month, paid her back,

paid her mortgage, and a half-dozen maxed-out credit cards.

Using money she'd gotten for killing a gambler.

And Miss Nagel is not alone.

I looked into suspicious deaths of known gamblers

who squared debts shortly before dying,

and get this...

Janice Deavers...

a gunshot wound to the chest off the Vegas Strip.

Jeff Warner... stabbed to death

in the parking lot of a casino in Connecticut.

And there are more.

So Lady Luck's outsourcing her kills.

But why spend all this money on bribing gamblers?

Why not kill them herself?

Where's the bribe money coming from to begin with?

I don't know, but her cash supply seems endless.

- Which means she won't stop. - Ned Green. Lean on him.

Find out how he contacts this woman after the hit's done.

One way or the other,

Green's gonna put us in touch with Lady Luck.

This is my final offer,

and I think you'll want to accept it.

It's this or it's nothing.

You finish all your peas,

and I'll let you watch "PJ Masks" before your nap.

Do we have a deal?

Smart move, mister.

Hey, everyone. Sorry I'm late.

- Mmm. - What are we up to?

Culinary negotiations.

Ahh. Thanks, Mom. I'd be lost without you.

Picked up a shift from Sherry on Tuesday.

Any chance you might be free to watch Joey?

It shouldn't be a problem.

Oh, who the heck is this?

Oh, I don't know no one from 2-1-6.

Is it done?

We hit a snag.

What snag?

Not over the phone. C-Can we meet?

There's a spot on Route 9.

ORANGETOWN DINER. MEET ME AT 4:00.

If you're late, the deal's off.

And you can go back to your garage and start the engine.

I don't know, Lou.

He called out of nowhere, sounded worried.

This one may not be up to the task.

I know what you're thinking.

We've been dealt far worse hands before, and we're still here.

I'll be back for dinner. Do you want anything special?

Don't answer that.

I'll think of something.

That's it. You have $300...

Why pick this place to meet?

I don't know. I don't like it, either. It's too public.

I told you. She'll be here.

- Hello?

Oh, Ned, I expected better from you.

What are you talking about?

I-I'm here exactly where you told me to be.

Unlike you, I know how to hedge my bets, Ned.

That's got to be her.

My husband took me to that diner

to watch Sunday football for 15 years.

I know the regulars.

I knew Ben Sherman, who always comes in for his 4:00 coffee.

Ben's not there.

I know Dale and Toddy,

who work splits on Fridays, and they're not there.

- She's watching. You got eyes? - She's not in here.

Heck, Ned, we got a whole lot of new faces,

enough to make me think you've been talking to the police.

You know the problem with gamblers, Ned?

They never quit when they're ahead.

I made you a sound deal.

I trusted you, and you brought cops.

- No, no, no, wait! - She's close.

Good luck on your own. You'll need it.

Wait, wait!

She's bailing.

She's bailing.

Keen, tell me you see something.

I got nothing.

Oh! Doubles again!

You're either very lucky or you're playing with loaded dice.

What's that look?

You said you'd never met Martin Walcott.

- No. Why? - If you never met him,

how'd you know he had children?

- I-I didn't. I... - Stop.

The only thing worse than a lie is the lie that compounds it.

Y-eaz-ou w-eaz-ere r-eaz-ight.

In plain English. I don't want to miss a word.

I did know Walcott from the circus days.

He knew I could move things, so when...

when he decided to move drugs, he gave me a call.

I-I didn't know what was gonna happen to you,

so, you know, I-I...

I did what they did, and... and I freelanced.

Androssani was just trying to make his rate.

I don't condone it, hence the 15% surcharge.

Walcott came up with the idea

to use my infrastructure to move drugs.

Which was bad enough, but what you did was considerably worse.

You made his idea happen.

You were the logistical mastermind.

Without you, his idea was just that... an idea.

Thanks to you, it's now a reality.

- Red... - I know about the network, Smokey.

The shipments of meth you're making

to Phoenix, Miami, Seattle, Boston,

and everywhere along the way.

I didn't turn you in to the cops, if that's what you think.

What I think is that you're a born carny.

You're a con man. You're simply hard-wired

to help yourself at the expense of others.

Friends, addicts, enemies, even me.

In my absence, you built a network

that ships meth coast-to-coast.

That's impressive.

Offensive.

Dembe, my brother, help me out here.

Dembe doesn't make this decision.

Look, Red, you want me to dismantle it, it's dismantled.

I told you, I'll... I'll do whatever you ask.

Have you ever had a flying dream?

What?

A dream in which you suddenly have the power of flight.

Unburdened by the weight of apprehension and doubt,

you suddenly find you can fly.

It's a dream of freedom and bliss.

The opposite of a falling dream,

which, of course, is a dream of fear and anxiety, panic.

Flying is life.

Falling is death.

Mommy says by the time your program's done, she'll be here.

That's no nuts...

I'm going on a trip.

While I'm gone, I want you to be good for your ma.

She's gonna have a lot to do and nobody to help her do it.

Huh?!

When you get bigger,

people are gonna say things about me.

Not-so-nice things.

But I want you to know,

what I did, I did as a kindness.

Can you remember that?

I love my little monster. So much.

I love you, too, Grammy.

How'd she get away from us?

Because she was never in the diner parking lot.

I pulled security footage from the trucking company across the street.

Check out the Buick with the "Bush/Quayle" bumper sticker.

So she made a getaway doing the speed limit.

The car is registered

to an Agathe Tyche... 66. of Camden, Delaware.

And she has a very, very sad story.

Miss Tyche was an upstanding citizen of her community,

married to a lifelong gambler, Lou Tyche.

In 1986. Lou bought a lottery ticket and won $87 million,

largest jackpot in Delaware history.

Made national news.

I remember this story. There was a child.

Second child being born. It was a long, intense labor.

Lou waited in the hospital, but at one point,

he left with her son to make a run to a convenience store

and bought a lottery ticket.

There was an accident. The son died.

The father was badly injured.

And the ticket was a winner.

At the same time that Agathe was giving birth to her daughter,

her son was dying three floors away

while her husband was in surgery.

The ticket was returned to her by a medic

who found it in her husband's effects.

Looks like we've found Lady Luck.

Looks like you're going to Delaware.

Agathe Tyche?

What? Uh, no, that's my mother.

Agents Keen and Ressler, FBI. Is she here?

- No. - Do you know where she is?

I don't.

What can you tell us about the lottery that your parents won?

Lottery? What does that have to do with anything?

Well, we understand your father won $87 million.

Yeah. Decades ago. My mom gave all that money away.

Why would she do that?

Because the day he won

was the day that he got in a car accident

that killed my brother and paralyzed my father.

He died a few months after.

She connected the money with their deaths

and didn't want anything to do with it.

That may be what she told you, but the truth is,

she kept the winnings and has been using them for years.

She's using it as a slush fund to finance a series of murders.

She told my son she may never see him again,

and I couldn't understand...

Because she knew we were coming.

Ma'am, if you have any idea where your mother might be,

you need to tell us.

She's gone,

and her daughter says she doesn't know where.

- You believe her? - We do.

She lied to everyone, including her.

Apparently, she told her daughter that she gave

the lottery money away after her husband died.

Wait. After?

Her husband died less than a year after his accident.

No. No, no, no, no. That's not right.

I pulled a death certificate for the son,

but there was nothing for the husband.

In fact, the Delaware State Gaming Commission

is still recording annuity checks

sent to an address near Wilmington.

Aram, send us that address and get us HRT out of Quantico.

Jumper! Jumper!

Bad news, Lou. The police are onto us.

I pray they don't drag Moira into this.

Lord knows we didn't want that for our baby girl,

the one bright spot in our lives.

If there's no death certificate...

Then the father's still alive.

But why would she lie, to her daughter, of all people?

Okay. I get it.

You can't always trust family.

But that could mean...

The father's in on it.

We had a good run. Didn't we?

Wasn't all a waste.

I guess this is goodbye.

I can't exactly take you with me, now, can I?

I had plans for the rest of the money, more families to save.

At least I have the satisfaction

of knowing some of this blood money

protected others from our hell.

We did good, Lou.

- FBI! - Move! Sit down, lady.

Put the gun down.

- It's over, Agathe. - Oh, I know.

I need you to put that gun down.

We don't want anyone to get hurt now.

Hurt? You can't hurt me. I died years ago.

My life was gambled away cheap. My firstborn gone.

I swore then, I'd do everything in my power

to keep people safe from that kind of destruction.

Put that gun down.

And God answered my prayers.

I used those cursed winnings to help other suffering families.

A perfect system

to guarantee they'd never be ruined

like I was, like we were.

You need to put that gun down.

Gamblers. They're the worst kind of addicts.

They think they deserve to win

while everyone around them loses.

Not this time.

She tripped the breaker.

I don't know where it is. Find it!

Get him out of there!

Got to find that breaker!

Speak up, Lou!

Last chance to atone for your sin.

Are you saying my father didn't die after the car accident?

No, he was paralyzed.

That he's been alive all these years?

Your mother kept him on a mechanical respirator.

In hiding. From me?

I can't imagine how hard this is to hear, but all these years,

your mother has kept your father hostage.

- Why would anyone do that? - To punish him.

She believes your fathers's addiction destroyed your family,

so she came up with a way

to prevent other families from being destroyed.

By killing addicts, people who can't help themselves.

It's because they couldn't help themselves

that she thought they had to die.

And when they did, their family's fortunes were restored.

Your mother's a troubled woman who's gonna spend

the rest of her life in prison.

There's no consolation for this, for losing her.

But you do have your father back,

as well as what's left of his winnings.

I hope that affords you some solace.

Can I talk to her?

- What? - I think you know.

An example had to be made.

- Hey! - You came!

Of course! We wouldn't miss it!

Ahh. Look at you, Janet.

- Ohh. Hi. Hi. - It's good to see you.

Yes.

I can't thank you enough for everything you've done.

I've never been thanked for exiling someone before.

You didn't just give me a new house. You gave me a new life.

It's the least I could do

for keeping my relationship with the task force secret.

Oh, but you've done so much more than that.

Your contributions. There... there'd be

no arts program here at Shermer without them.

What you're going to hear tonight,

none of it would've happened without you.

Thank you, Janet.

You're the best, Mr. Reddington.

Imagine that!

So?

Name's Virginia Lopatin. Married Tim King in '98.

Lives in Chicago with a dog and a cat, three credit cards,

and a subscription to Foreign Affairs.

Says she's 81. Rostova would be 59.

The story goes that after she killed herself,

Rostova's parents went into hiding.

Father was KGB,

so people assumed he helped the mother disappear.

But if... and this is a big if...

if Rostova didn't die,

if she knew people were coming for her...

She'd be the one to protect her parents.

81 and 59.

The passenger was 22 years older than Rostova.

Do you have a D.O.B. on the mother?

We do. She was 22 when Katarina was born.

We didn't find Katarina,

but it's possible we found her mother.

♪ Every breath you take ♪

♪ Every move you make ♪

♪ Every bond you break ♪

♪ Every step you take ♪

♪ I'll be watching you ♪

I'm sorry it turned out this way.

I am, too.

There's so much I want to tell you.

It's okay, Mom.

I know everything I need to know.

The lady that got me to do this, this Lady Luck,

I'll tell you anything you want to know about her.

That's good, Henry.

But right now, I'm not interested in Lady Luck.

First, I want you to tell me everything you know

about a group called the Third Estate.

♪ Can't you see you belong to me? ♪

Red was right. Henry Morris is connected to the Third Estate.

He gave them state-of-the-art surveillance equipment

so they could penetrate high-end security systems

- in private homes. - Did he give you a name?

No, they contracted through encrypted

wire transfers and dead-drops.

But think about it. The Third Estate is the 99%.

If they're plotting against America, where else

are they gonna start than by attacking the 1%?

Yeah, but it's a pretty big target.

Yeah, well, it's 99% smaller than it was a few minutes ago.

I'm gonna go tell Cooper.

Keen, hang on a minute. Uh...

By the way...

I'm sorry I snapped at you before.

You've been on Reddington's case longer than any of us,

and you deserve to know who he really is.

I owe you one for letting it go.

Anyway, what is it?

It can wait. Let's go see Cooper.

♪ I'll be watching you

♪ I'll be watching you ♪

But it was the wrong example to make.

Someone betrayed me.

Someone turned me in to the police.

Yes. But you don't think it was Smokey.

No.

But anyone who may know who did,

I want them to come forward and tell me

before more people die.

That's who the example is for?

The people who know who turned you in?

If you knew the truth, would you come forward

to stop me from taking a life?

- Of course. - Well, then.

I can only hope that anyone who actually knows

is as principled as you.

Hi, Dad. Remember me?

It's your baby, Moira.

I don't know if Mom told you.

But it's your lucky day.

I'm gonna be taking over the family business.