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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.

Do you believe
he's a criminal?

What I believe
doesn't matter.

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.

Mosadek is unhappy.

The seizure was planned.

We're throwing
the DEA a bone.

The seizure. Losing our
contact at the port.

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

It's under control.

I don't like irony.

Then I wouldn't
look in the mirror.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

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

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.

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?

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.

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...

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?

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.

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.

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

Affirmative. Dembe's a go.

In place. On your cue.

Oh, no.

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

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.

Hurry, let's go.

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.

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

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?

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.

How can you tell?

asn't touched his phone.

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.

And now he's leaving.

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?

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.

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.

Do you see the marker?

Straight ahead
on your right.

Are you seeing this?

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.

What is it?

Charpentier.

It must have been
what the kid gave him.

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.

Please,
my son. Is he okay?

Quiet. Keep walking.

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

I'm going in.

Dembe. Quartier de la Gare.

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.

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?

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!

You, with me, now.

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.

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!

I'm sorry, but...

Reddington.

Don't shoot.

I will kill him.
I swear I will.

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

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.

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.

I've received
word. He wants to meet.

Meet?

No.

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

He's coming here, to you.

You are to be congratulated.

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.

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.