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LIZ: I'm sorry, say that again?

I understand you disagree with our conclusions.

We gave you leads.

An evidence trail my daughter could follow.

And we followed them. And others.

Then why aren't you acting on them?

For the same reason you didn't.

The allegations against Ian Garvey are mostly circumstantial.

LIZ: Do you believe he's a criminal?

MAN: What I believe doesn't matter.

LIZ: Because either you believe he is, or you believe I'm a liar.

I'm just curious which it is.

I have no reason not to believe you, Agent Keen.

But seeing Ian Garvey stab your husband

is not the same thing as proving he did.

And based on the evidence, I can't do that.

You said there were other leads.

Yes. You aren't the first to file a complaint against Garvey with Internal Affairs.

I'd like to see those complaints, do our own investigation into them.

I assure you, our investigation was thorough and complete.

Second pair of eyes never hurt.

You know how IA works.

Our sources are confidential.

And I'm asking you to make an exception,

as a professional courtesy.

And I'm afraid I can't do that.

Once our investigation is complete, our files are confidential.

I am sorry.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Mosadek is unhappy.

The seizure was planned.

(AUTOMATED VOICE TRANSLATING TO MANDARIN)

We're throwing the DEA a bone.

(AUTOMATED VOICE TRANSLATING TO MANDARIN)

AUTOMATED VOICE: The seizure. Losing our contact at the port.

Your obsession with Reddington is becoming a distraction we cannot afford.

It's under control.

(AUTOMATED VOICE TRANSLATING)

AUTOMATED VOICE: I don't like irony.

Then I wouldn't look in the mirror.

(AUTOMATED VOICE TRANSLATING)

AUTOMATED VOICE You've been warned.

* When they had the earthquake in San Francisco

* Back in 1906

* They said that old Mother Nature

* Was up to her old tricks *

I'm not in the mood for a matinee.

I have a lead on Garvey.

I had a lead on Garvey. You made him disappear.

They put Rita Hayworth's picture on the side of an atom bomb.

Talk about a femme fatale.

How does it feel being a walking anachronism?

Righteous.

The port manager's ledger?

The port manager who was the go-between for the Nash Syndicate

and their supplier in Afghanistan.

Zarak Mosadek, you'll see his name several times in there.

He runs an international opium operation in the Helmand Province.

He's your lead?

You didn't have a lead, Elizabeth, you had an unreliable witness.

A witness who says he saw what he saw.

Garvey murdering another cop.

From across an alley, through a window.

No jury would convict based on his testimony.

You make it sound like you did me a favor.

I told you Garvey isn't afraid of legal threats.

He's afraid of losing power.

The ledger tells us how to take it from him.

Through this Mosadek?

Garvey is a drug lord masquerading as a cop.

If we get leverage over his supplier, we get leverage over him.

Once we have that, you'll have your revenge.

After you get the duffel bag.

Must be nice.

What?

Not having anything

precious you wanna keep to yourself.

Tell me about Mosadek.

Zarak Mosadek is Afghanistan's Deputy Interior Minister for Counter-Narcotics.

He's also the country's biggest drug dealer.

According to Reddington. Did the DEA confirm?

Yeah. According to the latest white paper,

"Mosadek stalls investigations and generally ensures

"that nobody he's associated with will get arrested for drug crimes."

Why did Reddington put an Afghan drug lord on the Blacklist?

The Nash Syndicate answers to Mosadek,

which means Garvey does too.

We get to Mosadek, we get to Garvey.

Reddington knows Mosadek is untouchable in Afghanistan.

He also knows he's headed to Paris.

He doesn't know the why, just the where and the when.

COOPER: Over 40,000 Americans died from opioid overdoses last year.

As far as I'm concerned, he's an accessory to murder.

Keen, upload the team on the where and when.

Let's take down two birds with this stone,

an insidious drug-pusher and Tom's killer.

Shows what I know.

I thought for sure Navabi was gonna think that

you giving her that ring was gonna be a proposal.

Well, that's because you assume that she wanted to marry me.

That I wasn't just a pit stop, a way station,

a layover on her way to her final destination.

Am I interrupting?

No. Yes.

Aram, whenever you have a sec.

I haven't heard back from Kasim.

Do you trust him? With my life.

Then I would trust him with mine.

So, what's the in

Where's Elizabeth?

I'm confused. You want the file Internal Affairs has on Garvey,

the one they said you couldn't have.

If they said I could have it, I wouldn't need your help.

To steal their file, which has worthless information.

Information they say is worthless.

Wait. Aren't you supposed to be on your way to Paris?

Didn't Mr. Reddington give us a case that's going to get us to Garvey?

I'm sure it will get him to Garvey, but I plan on getting to him first.

And to do that, I need your help.

Bonjour. SAMAR: Reddington?

Agent Navabi. Quel plaisir.

SAMAR: Perhaps I misunderstood you.

When you dropped us back at your hotel,

you said you'd be back in an hour. It's been three.

Dembe and I were detoured.

We're in the Latin Quarter at the moment,

having a quick visit with an old friend.

Raymond, I found some reblochon.

Mmm!

Ah, the reblochon.

See if he has some quince paste or a handful of walnuts around here somewhere.

I hate to interrupt your little Parisian vacation,

but if we're gonna intercept the most notorious drug supplier in the Middle East,

we're gonna need to hear your plan.

Uh, yes. About that.

SAMAR: What about that?

A small wrinkle, nothing to fret.

What's going on?

Walnuts.

Truth be told,

I anticipated a dear friend and contractor

by the name of Bunyan Dufour

would be handling Mosadek's security in-country.

He's a trusted operative who's worked with Mosadek in the past.

And let me guess, your friend didn't get the job.

Overbid the contract.

Worse yet, it appears Victor Manzon

is now running point on Mosadek's security.

Unfortunately, Victor and I have something of a sordid past.

I'll spare you the details,

but the long and the short of it is that if Victor were inclined to

hand over Mosadek's security detail to anyone,

it wouldn't be me.

SAMAR: Wonderful. So, how do you suggest we find him?

Oh, I wouldn't suggest we do anything.

Look, if you think we're gonna sit around

and wait while you drink away the day, pal...

For God's sake...

Welcome back. How's the noggin?

You went down like a bag of rocks.

REDDINGTON: Save it, Victor.

I've had too much to drink to care what you're saying in any language.

The only thing you and I are going to discuss is Zarak Mosadek

and whatever rock you and your security firm are hiding him under.

So, let's get down to brass tacks

before you and I and your noggin have another go with the bottle.

Okay, that is a terrible idea.

Can you track his car?

Yes, it's a government vehicle, they're geo-tagged, but...

Can you control the traffic light?

ARAM: Yes, but he could miss the signal. He could be texting and driving.

LIZ: He won't be. ARAM: How can you be so sure?

LIZ: Because he is a stickler for the rules.

Otherwise, he would've given us the file.

Jesus.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Are you all right?

I'm... I'm not sure.

ARAM: Assuming I'm not dead,

and he has his laptop in his car,

and he's uploaded the file we're looking for onto it,

which, by the way, seems like way to many "and's" to risk one's life over.

If he does all these things...

And I'm not dead. Which you won't be.

Because you're so sure this man is a rule-follower.

This man you've met, I don't know, all of one time.

Okay, if it's any consolation, if he doesn't have the file,

and he is texting and driving, and you do die, I will be very sorry.

Now, how long will it take to copy this file?

Less than a minute.

Easy, easy.

Just relax, okay?

ARAM: I program the flash drive to bypass any password requirements,

run a search, and download any results that ping for Ian Garvey.

I... I got a first-aid kit in the car.

No. No, no. Just...

Can you, um...

Pray with me?

Pray? Mmm.

Okay. Easy, easy.

Help me pray to...

I don't know, to, uh...

To give thanks that I'm fine and that, um, you weren't texting.

No, I... I never text and drive.

Who knew?

Oh, okay. I feel better.

Glad you could make it.

Thank you, Donald. Ever the gentleman.

SAMAR: Do you have a location on Mosadek?

I do.

Zarak Mosadek and his entourage are currently staying

in an eighth-floor penthouse

on Avenue Kleber in the 16th arrondissement.

Now, in addition to the two guards who are with him at all times,

there'll also be two men assigned to the room,

and a scout watching from an apartment across the street,

and two armed guards in the lobby of the building.

Well, is that it?

No. He has three vehicles parked

on the street below and assets in the French Police.

And, oh, we mustn't forget the usual building security and CCTV feeds.

No way. I mean, this would take weeks to plan out correctly.

We won't be able to get inside the building, let alone get Mosadek out.

Oh, come on. Where's your sense of adventure?

Your esprit de corps?

So you're telling me that you've got a way that you can get

this lowlife out of his bunker without getting us all killed?

The elevator.

Oh, the elevator? Oh, my God, you had the same idea?

Please continue. We're listening.

Well, the first obstacle is access to the building.

Fortunately, Dembe has a Sudanese contact

who helps to find work for young immigrants in the city.

Dembe's contact will arrange for coded security badges,

which gets us into the building,

which brings us to Jean-Philippe.

And Jean-Philippe is...

REDDINGTON: A delightful little firecracker with whom I've become acquainted.

He's a proud Parisian, which can be frustrating at times.

He understands English perfectly,

but refuses to speak a lick.

Perhaps you can brush up on your French, Agent Navabi.

At any rate, Jean-Philippe will work ahead of us

and run an intercept to the building's security feeds,

making it possible for us to throw them into darkness

and steal their feeds at the flip of a switch.

While that's in the works,

I need you to handle the exit strategy.

Meaning?

Mmm.

Vehicles. Ones that have been reconfigured to blend into the city.

The police prefecture need to know nothing of this adventure.

Rather, I thought Agent Navabi might have a contact in Mossad

who could assist with such a request.

I'm sure she's owed a favor or two.

So, you promise not to shoot the messenger?

Depends on the message.

Aram seemed a little down that you didn't think

that ring came with a proposal.

That I'd think it, even though he didn't say it?

Who put that idiotic idea in his head?

RESSLER: So, while you have us running around in circles,

what are you gonna do?

I'll be at a lovely little cafe

on Rue de Turenne enjoying what I believe to be

the best cup of hot chocolate in all of Paris.

While there, I'll meet with Kristos Matthias,

a Greek munitions contact

who has a tendency to put his thumb on the scale,

but, on short notice,

he's the only one who can readily supply us

with the charges needed to blow the elevator.

Hold on. "Blow the elevator"?

Right, well, while rigging the CCTV network,

Jean-Philippe will also set charges

that will detonate at the precise moment that Mosadek

and his men are alone in the elevator,

out of reach from the rest of their security team.

Thereby dropping the car down the shaft,

then engaging the emergency brakes

just as they arrive in the basement,

where we'll be waiting to dispatch the guards, grab Mosadek,

and flee while the rest of the security team scrambles.

We'll kill him in the fall. It's too big a risk.

Risk comes from not knowing what you're doing.

RESSLER: Okay, assuming that all of this works,

we still need to get him out of the building,

into the safe house, and convince this guy to talk.

Yes, but one thing at a time.

Isn't it funny how things work out?

Five years later, and here you are with me in Paris

preparing to steal a wanted man off the elevator.

It's almost as if you didn't try to kill me in Belgrade

all those years ago.

No, it's not.

Well, either way, if we pull this off,

you'll have something to tell the grandkids.

With a knick-knack, paddywhack, give the dog a bone,

this old man came rolling home.

Internal Affairs audited Garvey's bank accounts,

ran backgrounds on friends and family,

had a revolving tail for weeks...

And came up empty.

We assumed this file would give us a lead.

We took this incredible risk to get it... Well, I did,

anyway, because we assumed,

and when you assume something amazing is gonna happen and it doesn't,

it sucks.

Or that's what's amazing about it.

Oh, there's nothing amazing about sucking. I know.

Doesn't happen. What you're not expecting.

What you have no assumptions about.

Liz, I already looked at the surveillance logs.

Look again. Where he goes every Friday at 12:30.

Pete's Tavern. So? Maybe he likes their hot wings.

Maybe he'll be there tomorrow.

They already had him under surveillance, and all he did was eat lunch.

At a bar in Baltimore over 50 miles away from his office.

The surveillance team assumed he went for the hot wings,

but does anybody really like hot wings that much?

I mean, does anybody know what hot wings really are?

Yeah, delicious.

He's on the move.

Copy that. Target en route. Here we go.

(SAMAR AND JEAN-PHILIPPE SPEAKING FRENCH)

There's our call. Elevator is in motion. Ressler, are you set?

Affirmative. Dembe's a go.

In place. On your cue.

(JEAN-PHILIPPE SPEAKING FRENCH)

(JEAN-PHILIPPE SPEAKING FRENCH OVER RADIO)

(BOTH SPEAKING IN PASHTO)

Oh, no.

What's, "Oh, no"? Did it work?

SAMAR: I don't know, I think one of the cables held.

It's on the third floor.

Ressler, a hand, please?

On my way.

Watch out.

Come on. Let's go, let's go.

Come on.

Dembe, come on, we don't have time.

Come on, let's go.

SAMAR: Hurry, let's go.

(MEN YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Go!

I'm sorry about what happened with Samar.

I feel like I gave you bad advice.

It wasn't bad, it was terrible.

But it's my fault for taking it.

Can I give you some good advice?

I doubt it.

If you wanna propose to her, propose to her.

Why

You don't know that's what she'll say.

You said if I give her the engagement ring

and she doesn't think it's a marriage proposal

that she doesn't want to marry me.

I know I said that. I'm an idiot.

Socially.

Professionally, you're kind of a savant.

ARAM: IA did more than assume Garvey came here for wings.

They vetted all the employees, found nothing.

Maybe he's here to meet someone.

Out-of-the-way place, no prying eyes.

ARAM: That makes sense, but the file says he was always alone.

LIZ: Money laundering, extortion...

He's here for a reason.

Something IA missed, but we're gonna find.

And we're not leaving here until we do.

Who are you

Why am I here?

You and I share a problem. You're here to help me solve it.

Where is he? We made an agreement.

I did what you asked, I brought the diamonds.

Did you?

All I care about is my son.

I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding.

You want more money? Is that it? Tell me. Name your price.

Ian Garvey.

What?

Cutting his supply. Taking away his power.

That's my price.

And if I do this, you let Mateen go?

No.

Because I didn't take him.

Then why did you take me?

To convince you to cut ties with Garvey.

I was planning on forcing the issue, now I can give to get.

You do what I want, I'll make sure you get your son back.

Who are you?

Ah, forgive me. I'm Raymond Reddington.

I know you.

You and Garvey...

Are having a bit of a dust-up,

which I imagine has taken a toll on his various business interests,

including yours.

Our shared problem is Ian Garvey.

I can get Mateen on my own.

Maybe. But we're going to do it for you.

I get Garvey, you get Mateen. Are we agreed?

Of course we are. You won't leave here alive if we aren't.

So,

who took your son?

RESSLER: He says the Taliban took his kid?

If Mosadek's a player in the opium trade,

he does business with the Taliban.

Then why would they go after him?

Apparently they believe Mosadek's an informant for the US Military.

I have no doubt that we'd

prop up a heroin dealer in exchange for intel on terrorists,

but if we're propping this one up,

why aren't there any Navy SEALs around to help him get his kid back?

Because the relationship is only valuable to the Pentagon if it's a secret.

If your Sea Lions showed up in Paris to save the son, it wouldn't be.

What is the son even doing in Paris?

Boarding school.

So you want to involve us in a war between rival opium traders.

I'm gonna need to get in touch with Cooper,

run this one up the flagpole.

Excellent. I'll be at the Louvre.

When you're done dotting your I's and crossing your T's,

you can find me gazing in erotic wonder

at the beauty and power of the Winged Victory of Samothrace.

Thank you for coming on such short notice.

Pleasure's all mine, Harold.

It's always fun finding out what nasty little freak show

Reddington's got you chasing after.

Who is it this time?

Zarak Mosadek.

You want my non-denial now, or should we play footsie first?

Mosadek is an informant for the CIA.

He's also a major player in the opium trade.

His product is kissed into this country through the port of Baltimore

and is the cause of death for thousands of young men and women.

If you're asking for permission to put a noose around Mosadek's neck,

you have it.

You have authorization to cut him loose?

Whether Zarak Mosadek was in the employ of the CIA,

I am not going to non-deny deny.

What I will not deny is that he is no longer in their employ,

if he ever was. Which I will not confirm.

Or deny.

The Taliban has taken his son hostage.

My people know where the boy's being held.

I assume you'll wanna inform the Agency,

so they can formulate a plan for the boy's extraction.

And why would they do that?

The boy is being held because of his father's relationship with us.

Perhaps. But it's the Taliban's knowledge of that relationship

which caused the Agency to sever ties with him.

If there were ever ties to sever.

The Agency has authorization to operate overseas, we do not.

They're not going to get involved, and you can't.

You also can't involve the local authorities

without exposing our relationship to Mosadek.

The one that you won't admit you have?

Cynthia, the boy is... Just a boy.

Sorry, Harold,

but my hands are tied. And so are yours.

Okay, so I re-ran the background checks, and IA was right.

Everyone who works here is clean. No criminal record.

Barely even a speeding ticket.

And he isn't here to meet anyone.

ARAM: How can you tell?

LIZ: Because Garvey hasn't touched his phone.

ARAM: So? So, he's been here 45 minutes.

If the person he's meeting is that late, wouldn't he have called?

Or wouldn't Garvey have tried him?

Okay, so if everyone who works here is clean,

and he's not here to meet anyone,

and he's not sending any kind of signal that we can detect,

maybe he does just like the wings.

He hasn't ordered any wings. He hasn't ordered any food.

He came all this way, and all he ordered was a beer.

ARAM: And now he's leaving.

LIZ: This doesn't make any sense.

He drove over an hour, nursed one beer,

talked to no one, and then gets up and leaves. Why?

Who does that?

Who is she?

Okay. Okay, that looks like Lillian May Roth, 35.

Worked here for two years. Before that, she lived in Virginia.

Never married. No kids. Nothing.

Not to him.

To Garvey she's worth an hour's drive just to kiss her goodbye.

Garvey's married. You think he's having an affair?

I don't know,

but I'm definitely gonna find out.

You can hear me?

SAMAR: Hear you and see you.

You'll be fine, just do exactly as they instructed.

If these men hurt my son, understand, I will kill them.

RESSLER: Nobody's killing anybody.

This is an unofficial op, we're only here

because our boss is breaking the rules to do the right thing.

SAMAR: Do you see the marker?

RESSLER: Straight ahead on your right.

Are you seeing this?

SAMAR: I am. What did he give you?

Mosadek, can you hear me? What did he give you?

Navabi, that car.

He's gone.

What do you mean, "He's gone"? There's nowhere to go.

There's no tracks, there's nothing, he's gone.

What do you mean, you lost him?

I don't know, one minute he was here, the next he was gone.

Hey, Navabi.

SAMAR: What is it?

RESSLER: Charpentier.

It must have been what the kid gave him.

REDDINGTON: Either Mosadek lost your tail and has no intention of being found,

or he was taken by the very same people who abducted his son.

Over here.

Where does that lead?

What

It's a hatch on the floor of a mausoleum.

It was a ruse.

They knew you'd be watching and needed a way to get Mosadek out.

Out how

The catacombs.

MOSADEK: Please, my son. Is he okay?

MAN: Quiet. Keep walking.

The catacombs run under the city. They could resurface anywhere.

I'm going in.

Dembe. Quartier de la Gare.

SAMAR: Reddington, what are you thinking?

I'm hoping we can intercept them.

Raymond, where are we going?

Pinky Schmidt. Remember him?

The German bank robber?

Tried to convince me to come in on that plan to steal

a medieval tapestry from that church here in Paris.

You turned him down. And the tapestry remains.

Pinky's always been a little flakey on the follow-through,

but he did have an ingenious plan

of how o get it out of the church without anyone knowing.

The cemetery.

The same cemetery where Mosadek was abducted,

the closest access point to the catacombs.

We're going to that church.

These men work on behalf of your rivals in Kandahar.

You brought something they want?

My son. Please.

(BOTH SPEAKING IN PASHTO)

What are you doing? I brought you what you asked for.

Now we want something else.

I'm here begging you, please, what more could you want?

We want information.

I don't have information.

What are you doing?

WOMAN: We know you are feeding information to the Americans.

We also know that you are only one of six.

We want the names of the others.

Please, let him go.

I want the names of the traitors, or the boy dies.

I don't know any names. I don't know anything!

But you do, and only their lives will save his.

Please, I am begging you!

WOMAN: You, with me, now.

RESSLER: Cover me.

You don't understand a word I'm saying. English?

Yes? English it is. We have a bit of an emergency.

Some kind of gas leak.

And we need everyone to exit through the front.

WOMAN: I'm sorry...

I'm sorry, what's going on?

Ah. Gas leak. We need everyone out, right away.

What gas leak?

We're not sure, we think from the furnace in the basement, the thing could blow.

Wait. We don't have a basement.

Right. Uh... Please, everyone,

we need to clear the church immediately. DEMBE: Raymond!

WOMAN: I'm sorry, but...

Reddington.

WOMAN KIDNAPPER: Don't shoot.

I will kill him. I swear I will.

Whoever you are, you aren't walking out of here.

WOMAN KIDNAPPER: No? Maybe.

But if I'm going to die today,

I'm taking his boy with me.

Raymond, we have to go.

I'm truly sorry for all of this. I hope everyone is okay.

You'll be happy to know, the issue of the gas leak is completely resolved.

I'm sorry for the disruption.

The stones.

My apologies. I hope this helps to cover the damages. Au revoir.

Bill, your cab's here.

Did I call one?

No, I did. Go sleep it off.

You can pick up your car in the morning.

You are an angel of mercy.

Yeah, you're six sheets to the wind.

Seven-and-a-half.

Oh, and I'm broke.

Here.

This'll cover the cab.

You can pay me back when you pick up your car.

Go to sleep.

Drink water.

LIZ: Hello?

I... I left my purse.

Uh, yeah. Sorry.

I think I left it in the bathroom.

Sure.

I'm always losing everything. You know, my wallet, my keys.

My name is Elizabeth Keen, I'm a Special Agent with the FBI.

You need to come with me.

Mr. Reddington, I can't express how grateful I am for what you've done.

You can express your gratitude by making good on our agreement.

Yes. Ian Garvey.

Tell me what it is that you want.

Oh, I have a long and unhealthy list of wants,

but when it comes to Garvey, I have but one.

It has to do with a meeting I need you to arrange.

A meeting that concerns your operation.

The Bureau is investigating Garvey.

From your apartment.

I don't know what your relationship is to him,

but clearly you mean a great deal to him,

which means you must know a great deal about him.

I know that he's good at his job and respected by his colleagues.

We're building a case against him.

I brought you here to show you what we know,

what we don't know, and to get your help to fill in the gaps.

You can either cooperate,

or be charged as a conspirator to his crimes.

What crimes?

To begin with, he murdered my husband.

AUTOMATED VOICE: I've received word. He wants to meet.

Meet? (AUTOMATED VOICE TRANSLATING)

No.

I'm not flying to Afghanistan, if that's what he thinks.

(AUTOMATED VOICE TRANSLATING)

AUTOMATED VOICE: He's coming here, to you.

You are to be congratulated.

RESSLER: Well, and criticized.

We saved the son, but let the father go.

I've seen Mosadek's intel file.

He helped the Agency kill or capture several high-value targets.

Besides, you didn't let him go.

You put him in Reddington's debt,

a place I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

Go home. Get some rest. You've earned it.

Agents.

Cynthia. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Harold, do you recall

my rather explicit directions to avoid involvement in the Mosadek affair?

Do you want my non

Or should we play footsie first?

Listen,

about Aram thinking that you'd think he'd propose...

I still can't believe that's what he thought it was.

Well, he didn't, I did.

And I kind of, uh, you know, made him think that you would, too.

Ressler is an idiot.

And you're an even bigger idiot for believing him.

Why? He was right.

No, he wasn't.

He said I'd think you giving me a ring was a proposal.

And you would've, if you had wanted to marry me.

Did he tell you that, too?

No, Agent Keen did.

You have got to stop asking for relationship advice

from people who have only had terrible relationships.

She was right, too. If you wanted to marry me,

you would've assumed it was an engagement ring.

No, I would've assumed it was an engagement ring

if you had asked me to get engaged.

Should I assume you didn't because you don't?

Should I assume you don't because you didn't?

Okay, look.

I love this ring.

I know it was an heirloom, and it means a lot to me that you wanted me to have it.

I'm glad. But by not asking the big question,

you have raised a lot of other questions

that I think we both need to answer.

So, until we do,

I think you should take it back.

LIZ: So, that's what we know.

We can connect Garvey to two murders and to providing protection

to a drug cartel, but we can't prove any of it.

Tell me what you know

and maybe we can.

What I know about Ian is he's a good man.

He's looked after me since I was a kid,

been like a father to me.

I know how difficult this must be for you.

Trust me, I know what it's like to have a father who's a criminal.

Look, Ian isn't my father.

He protected me from my father.

Got me into Witness Protection to keep my father away from me.

Wait, um... You were in WITSEC?

For most of my life, yeah.

And now I know why.

It's because the FBI spends more time looking for good people

like my surrogate father, rather than bad people like my real one.

Your real father.

Perhaps you've heard of him. His name's Raymond Reddington.

He's been on the FBI's Most Wanted list for 20 years.

You're Raymond Reddington's daughter?

Why do you look so surprised?

Because I am too.