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I hate to leave you here with all this.

I'm looking forward to it. Me and Agnes hanging out in our place.

Listen to some tunes, unpack a few boxes...

...maybe even eat some strained pears.

- Everything's coming together for us. - Yeah.

We've got Agnes back, got each other. I'm an agent again.

We got out of Reddington's safe house. No more bodyguards.

We have windows that we can look out of and actually see the sky.

Not bad.

It's a new beginning.

It's a lot to give up.

No.

Believe me, it's not.

Someone's ready to get her groove on.

I think we're gonna go old school.

I'm thinking... Romantics.

Okay, now I'm jealous.

Tom?

Agent Keen, that is so cool.

I had no idea you were so artsy-craftsy.

I just found this outside my front door.

- What, like a gift? - Like a warning.

Or a cry for help.

This is ghoulish. A drowning Superwoman?

That's not a cape. That's a judge's robe.

Federal Judge Trisha Culpepper...

...drowned in her country club pool this morning.

The guard saw her enter around 8 a.m.

Thirty minutes later, 911 got a call from an employee saying she'd drowned.

Someone made this after learning what happened...

...and put it at your door?

The guard saw her at 8 a.m. I found this around 7 a.m.

- An hour before she drowned. - Or was murdered...

...by a killer who left this at your door.

Think it's someone from your days at the Psych Unit?

I contacted the New York Field Office.

- They're sending me my files now. - Get this to the lab.

Maybe we'll get evidence or a print.

Ressler, Navabi, get to the crime scene.

Keen, talk to Reddington, see if he can shed some light on this.

Everything's included.

The last tenant left the furnishings behind.

Just disappeared.

I'd have to stick to champagnes and White Burgundies.

One spill of a red varietal...

...and this heavenly sanctuary would look like a crime scene.

- White wines are good. I drink white. - But would I be capable?

Let's say somebody stops by with a Domaine de la Romanee-Conti...

...and it's a '78!

Couldn't he just drink it in the kitchen?

I just had a revelation. I could drink it in the kitchen.

So I'll draw up the paperwork.

Month to month, right, Mr. Homan?

Thank you, Pamela.

I don't want to know how you did it...

...or what it says about the fate of our country that you could...

...but thank you for getting the president of the United States to pardon me.

As my grandmother used to say, it's good to have friends in low places.

When Dembe said you had a case, I thought, "How quaint."

- It's not. - You looked at the photos I sent?

Yes. Judge Culpepper was above reproach...

...which means many people would like her dead...

...but none I can connect to you in any way.

I've looked at every case file from my time at Mobile Psych Unit.

No suspect's an obvious match.

Any leads off the diorama?

A partial print, but inconclusive.

I'll have a team at your apartment within the hour.

No, that's not necessary. Whoever did it does not want to hurt me.

They want to match wits with me. See if I can catch them.

Do not take this lightly.

This is your next Blacklister.

But you don't even know who this is.

He's killed a federal judge...

...which means he goes after high-profile targets.

He left clues at your doorstep, which means it's a game to him...

...one he'll keep playing until you stop him.

You're being baited, Elizabeth...

...taunted by a killer who knows where you live.

Oh, come on, you don't think I can sing?

I see you laughing at me.

Hey! Stop!

Stop!

Hi. Hi. Hi.

What are you doing? Hi.

Come here, come here, come here. I know.

I got you. I got you.

We've been going through the judge's docket.

Six months back, six months ahead. There's a total of 53 cases.

Seems like a revenge killing. Retaliation for a ruling.

- Next one could be a witness, a lawyer. - First a drowning.

Then a shooting. What's the pattern?

The victims can't be random.

The clock tower, I've been thinking about it.

It's... It's familiar.

And then I realized I remembered it...

...from Mr. Mathiesen's seventh-grade Civics class.

- We studied all the great D.C. buildings. - Aram. The building.

- I think it's the old post office tower. - Well, this clock says 12:30.

- If that's p.m., we're in trouble. - Alert M.P.D.

Say we have intel that a homicide is about to be attempted.

I'll mobilize surveillance. We'll take him down.

He's not getting anywhere near your place this time.

Geoffroy, thank you for coming.

I was surprised you called me, Mr. Reddington.

What can I do for you?

Tell me about cobalt.

Every cell phone battery requires at least three grams of it.

Laptops even more.

I'm told Iniko's investing in cobalt mines.

- I want in. - You'd have to talk to Iniko about that.

Shall I set a meeting?

Do you recognize this apartment?

No.

Should I?

It belonged to a dear friend of mine...

...a former acquaintance of Iniko's.

I say former because Iniko had him killed right where you're standing.

Imagine, all that blood on this very carpet.

Amazing.

It's like it never happened.

As if he never existed.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm interested in the mines...

...but not in doing business with Iniko.

You're asking me to betray my boss?

Yes. I'm prepared to make...

...a substantial contribution to the venture.

He would kill me if he found out.

If he were still alive.

Look, Mr. Reddington, I don't know what you're suggesting...

I'm suggesting that this is your moment, if you're smart enough to seize it.

Iniko's loyal only to himself.

He suffers you because your uncle has the ear of the president.

You're a patronage hire who buys Iniko goodwill...

...with the powers that be, but when they go...

...and they will, you'll go.

Like my dear friend who bled all over this white carpet.

All right, I'm tapped into every camera in the area and I am not seeing anything.

I hate bikes.

- They're good for the environment. - We can't tell which one's our perp.

I got word from the lab.

They were able to pull a print from a handrail by my apartment.

Matches a partial we pulled from the first model.

Suspect's name is Fiona Driscoll.

Guys, we're looking for a guy on a bike, right?

I think that bike might be a motorcycle.

Down! Get down!

You okay?

Yeah.

Who the hell are you?

FBI.

Iniko. I understand you're in town to bribe a congressman.

Tell me, what's the going rate to get someone to ignore rape...

...slave labor, child soldiers, child brides...

I was told you had a business proposition, not a lecture.

The cobalt mines. I want in.

- Not interested. - A lecture, then.

You've been betrayed by a trusted employee.

I recently experienced a similar betrayal...

...so I know that it's a bitter pill.

Especially since in our line of work...

...betrayal requires swift and decisive retribution.

And you will give me the name in exchange for a cut of the mines.

Twenty-five percent.

Assuming you can verify what I tell you is true.

Twenty.

Geoffroy Keino.

He approached me about investing in the mines if I agreed to kill you.

His terms were very generous, so you can imagine how tempted I was...

...but, as I mentioned...

...I have recently felt the sting of duplicity...

...and I simply couldn't bring myself to facilitate such a betrayal...

...of someone else, even someone so loathsome.

And people say there is no honor among thieves.

Stay. Have some foie gras.

No, thank you. I find it difficult to enjoy foie gras.

All those poor geese.

All those painfully engorged livers.

In my opinion, some lives are inconsequential.

And delicious.

We'll be in touch with any further developments.

- You shouldn't use her like that. - Not here.

As a story to get what you want. It's disrespectful.

Kate doesn't deserve that.

Hey, it's me. We have a problem.

It's about Milch. The Feds were waiting when I got there.

I don't know how, but they knew.

All right, calm down.

Don't talk to anybody. I'll call my source downtown...

...see what he knows.

- Hello, Ms. Driscoll. - Agent Keen.

There's been a terrible mistake.

We have your fingerprints on the renderings...

...you left at my home.

I know what you're thinking, I know how it looks.

It looks like you were taunting Keen...

...giving details of murders you'd commit to see if she could stop you.

We found traces of aconitine in the judge's system.

You poisoned her, and then tried to murder Marlon Milch.

Marlon Milch. Is that his name?

You're saying you didn't know the name of the man you tried to kill?

You've got it wrong.

I wasn't trying to kill them. I was trying to save them.

I left the models because I wasn't sure what to do.

Models of crime scenes made before the crimes were committed.

So how do you explain that? Unless you're the killer.

They're premonitions.

Tell us about the victims.

A respected judge, a controversial businessman.

Why target them? Why are they connected?

I only know what I see in the dioramas.

Why haven't you told the police?

I have. They looked at me like I'm crazy.

That's why I came to you, Agent Keen.

I saw you at the grocery store, recognized you from the news.

I followed you home because I thought you'd understand.

The pardon. You know what it's like to be judged harshly.

How it feels not to be believed.

When did these premonitions start?

Just over two years ago.

So there are more dioramas?

At first it was butterflies with glitter and things like that.

Then they turned into...

...these.

There are 42 in all, each forecasting some horrible tragedy.

Murders...

...accidents...

...catastrophes.

This is Flight 361.

It crashed in the Andes last year.

Sometimes they come with vivid detail.

Others are more impressionistic.

How do you get these visions?

Oh, no, they're not mine. I don't see them.

Her name's Maggie.

She's 9.

Maggie's mind is...

...different.

She suffers from what doctors call a constellation of birth defects.

The result of fetal rubella.

Heart problems, hearing impairment...

...any number of developmental issues...

...but I feel like she understands more than they think.

Just because she can't talk doesn't mean she has nothing to say.

Maggie's visions, when did they start?

February, two years ago.

She drew me a picture, this terrible image.

A train and a bus crashing, bodies everywhere.

The next day, a bus was struck by a train in the Ukraine.

Thirteen people were killed, another six injured...

...and she knew.

Somehow, Maggie knew.

Were there changes in your life at the time?

Had you moved? Did she change schools?

No. Nothing.

We've always been around the same close circle of friends.

Our world is very small.

What is she working on now?

The next one.

I cross-checked the dioramas against verifiable incidents...

...and in each case the incident and the diorama were a match.

This July, a sailboat washes ashore south of Naples.

Both the owner and his wife are lost at sea.

Two months earlier, a Jaipur factory fire kills 18.

A bus accident in Miami, a mass shooting in Madrid.

These aren't just crimes, these are catastrophic events...

...happening all over the world.

The mother claims the child predicted this?

- That's what she says. - I don't believe in premonitions.

So prior knowledge has to have come from somewhere.

We have a list of everyone who interacts with the child, but it's not promising.

She can't speak?

Her mother says she has an undiagnosed cognitive disorder.

Pull her medical file.

I want to know exactly what we can expect her...

...to be able to tell us about these premonitions.

- Tom. - Hey.

Is everything okay? Three FBI agents are camped outside.

Cooper insisted. But the person who left the diorama wasn't the killer.

It was a mom whose daughter knows about crimes...

- ...that haven't been committed yet. - Okay, that's a little weird. And creepy.

If she knows where we live, maybe the killer does too.

Tell me about Agnes.

She's blissfully unaware that her parents are talking about a serial killer.

What can I do? How can I help?

You are helping.

You know what I mean.

I do. And I appreciate that.

But for now we're good.

I'll call you if anything changes.

Sure. Okay. Go do your thing.

The mining deal is closed.

You sound surprised.

And you look scared.

Iniko completed financing without consulting me.

And now he's not returning my calls.

Perhaps he has a new acolyte.

Or grew wary of your ambition.

I've given him no reason to be.

Others might have. People hoping to gain his trust...

...by betraying you.

I haven't done anything.

But you're here. So you want to.

If he suspects me...

Oh, please, spare me the wide-eyed innocence.

You're the top aide to a man who pays your salary...

...with the lives of women and children.

You're every bit as responsible for committing atrocities as he is.

Cheer up, Geoffroy.

This isn't the end, it's the beginning. Your beginning.

One you need to announce loudly enough...

...to scare off other pretenders to the throne.

Might I suggest something in broad daylight?

Perhaps a nice car bombing?

A cliché, I know, but clichés work.

That's how they get to be clichés.

Hey. I think we found something in Maggie Driscoll's medical records.

- A way for us to communicate? - Us?

Maybe. Or a killer. She wears a hearing aid.

A very tiny high-frequency model.

- So? - We've run down everyone she knows.

No suspects. So maybe the killer or killers are people she doesn't know.

I think the hearing aid might be picking up nearby conversations...

...via radio frequency interference.

- Conversations. - Phone calls.

Transmitted on a frequency that bleeds into one...

...her aid operates on.

Which means at least one of our suspects is close.

A neighbor. Someone in the apartment complex.

Get there. Interview everyone in the building.

That could be hundreds of people.

- You have a better idea? - Actually, yeah. I might.

I think I can get us a step closer yet.

I'm still getting interference.

Is this really gonna help?

We need to unplug anything that might cause RF interference.

Lights, appliances...

Sorry.

Okay. Cell phones.

And turn off your comms, we gotta go with walkies.

Aram, are we listening for bad guys or are we holding a séance?

That is not funny.

In college, Matt Skrdell had a Ouija board...

...and we actually made contact with my pet rabbit, Dash...

...God rest her soul...

...and it turns out she did not escape from her cage like I was told.

...Has to happen sooner.

- In the tower, as discussed. - Aram, where are they?

We couldn't finish Milch and you're talking about the nextjob?

What have you found out?

I said I'd get back to you when I know more. Stick to the plan.

Did we lose them?

For now.

But they're out there...

...very close.

And next time they call...

...we're gonna find them.

I don't know whether to be relieved or terrified.

Thanks to you, I know how it's happening, but...

...it's only happening because these people...

...these killers live nearby.

How much of it do you think she actually understands?

Too much, I'm afraid.

That's why she does it. She knows they have to be stopped.

A kid? That's ridiculous.

- We're live. - Not according to my source downtown.

Her mother told the cops about her six months ago.

They ignored her so she must've gone to the FBI.

She was able to give them the time and location of the Milch assignment.

You're saying she's listening?

Watching?

How is that possible?

I don't know. The investors are upset.

If we lose another offering...

Look, she's a threat that needs to be dealt with.

Signal strength is S3. We are very close.

Get me a name.

I'll handle the kid.

Fifth floor. Fourth apartment from the end. East wing.

It's okay. It's okay.

You are gonna be okay, all right?

Officers are gonna be here any minute.

FBI!

- Clear. - How did we miss him?

Aram, issue an alert. White male. Dark hair, about 5'10".

We need units covering every way in and out of here.

Aram?

Aram's down.

We're gonna need an ambulance.

All units, please be advised, we have a federal agent down.

I had to disarm him.

Are you playing me? Is this some sick joke to you?

Okay, calm down. Tell me what happened.

He found it. The car bomb.

It was as if his security detail knew where to look.

- You think I told him? - No one else knew.

Except the munitions expert who made the bomb...

...the mechanic who installed it.

You were sloppy and you're looking for someone to blame.

- Blame yourself. - If I go home...

- ...I'm a dead man. - Then don't go home.

Iniko may not be taking your calls, but he will certainly take mine.

I told you, the deal on the mine is closed.

There's always another deal.

I have one in mind that I know he will find especially hard to resist.

Relax. Have a drink. Help me finish this infuriating puzzle.

And when Iniko does come...

...you'll be waiting with a magic bullet.

Aram, talk to me! You didn't see which way they went?

I didn't, no, but M.P.D. says we have two officers down in the building.

One was stripped, missing his gun, his badge.

Our guy's in uniform. Great.

She's gotta be close.

We could call out to her if she could hear us.

- Maybe she can. - How?

Police radios operate on an RF frequency like her hearing device...

...which can cause interference.

Go to frequency 154.400 and turn it up.

Turn it all the way up.

What's wrong with you? Get up!

Turn it down.

The officer that was with her, has anybody seen him?

I can hear him.

He's in there.

Use this. It's untraceable.

Would you ever do this?

Betray your own boss?

I don't know.

Geoffroy, what are you doing here?

Unfinished business, I'm afraid.

What the hell...?

You set me up.

Reddington. It was his idea!

Actually, it was ours.

I'm texting you an address.

My cleanup crew.

I once bankrolled a diamond mine outside Tshikapa.

One day a man showed up, alone, unarmed...

...and started to talk to me about the mine.

I had guns and guards...

...and an enterprise worth, I don't know, 50, 150 million dollars.

He had nothing but a story...

...about greed driving atrocities and conflict.

About armed groups using mass rape and mutilation...

...as a means to control people in the villages around the mines.

I had bullets. He had words.

But when he was done talking...

...for the first time I truly understood which of those was more powerful.

I abandoned the mine...

...agreed to finance his campaign of protection and protest...

...and did so until two months ago...

...when you had him murdered.

Cyrus Choi.

Yeah.

He was a good man...

...and my friend.

And somehow your cleaners removed even the memory...

...of his blood from this carpet.

They're the best in the business.

They better be.

They're gonna have a lot to clean up.

The girl's with paramedics now.

She'll be fine. What do we know about our runner?

Benjamin Allen Charnquist, 35. He went to Berkeley.

He was kicked out junior year after being convicted of rape.

- He went to San Quentin. - When did he get out?

2002. He's been off the radar ever since. Now we know why.

Guys, check this out.

We couldn't see it from the dioramas, but there is a pattern.

The factory fire in Jaipur tanked the stock of the Zardozi Imports company.

The man and his wife who vanished off the coast of Naples in their boat?

He was the CEO of a Silicon Valley tech firm.

The company lost a quarter of its value after he disappeared.

Culpepper was set to rule against OJN Global in a patent infringement case...

...and Marlon Milch is the CEO of a Fortune 500 company.

Each of these catastrophes...

...involved someone who was invaluable to the company they worked for...

...and their deaths dramatically affected the stock prices.

So maybe the motive is profit. Maybe Charnquist was shorting the stocks.

He's a college dropout with a felony record.

- I doubt he came up with it on his own. - The guy he talked to.

At his parole hearing, three people testified on his behalf:

His parents and the CEO of the private equity firm...

...he interned at in college: Chris Farnsworth.

CEO of Jasek Financial.

Just because Farnsworth testified, what makes you think he's involved?

According to SEC filings, Farnsworth's company made a fortune...

...after each and every person Aram mentioned were murdered.

Once or twice is luck. This many times is a conspiracy.

Get a TAC team to Jasek Financial now.

We heard them talk about another job...

...but we don't know where and we don't know when.

No, but we know someone who does.

They know everything. I've got Feds swarming my place.

Calm down. Stick to the plan.

Calm down? They have my files. Every trade.

I'm going to jail.

Ben, we've forecasted how many transactions?

We knew this day would eventually come, that it'd end.

- Now, the plan is... - They have the girl.

Yes. And they know about you.

How long before they connect us? The company?

When they do, my face will be on every network within the hour.

Shares of Jasek Financial will crater. We'll have our golden parachute.

It's the escape we've discussed since day one.

- And Beckner? - Beckner is the only loose end.

I just hung up with him.

He placed the short against Jasek through the shell 20 minutes ago.

- We gotta see this through. - Why don't we put a bullet in his head?

Because a bullet brings unwanted attention.

Ends up with FinCEN looking through all of Beckner's transactions...

...which could point to us.

No, it has to look like an accident.

Only he knows where our funds are routed.

If he's dead, we're ghosts. Rich ghosts. Finish him. See you at the plane.

Wait. You can't go in there!

No. No, no.

You can't ask for her help.

Not after what happened.

- I wish we didn't have to. - This is what I wanted to avoid.

I brought you her dioramas anonymously to prevent her being involved.

If we're gonna catch this person...

...we'll need Maggie's help.

Just because she can't express feelings doesn't mean she doesn't have them.

She's terrified.

And determined.

Cobalt.

Cassiterite. Wolframite.

They are the diamonds of tomorrow.

Let me go and you can have a piece of all of them.

A piece of the mines.

Think of the money you will make.

On the backs of children.

Given enough money to eat, but not enough to ever leave.

Cyrus would be disappointed.

I worked in the mines. I got out.

And instead of helping those who suffer as you once did...

...you profit off them.

I'm a bad man, Iniko. But not that bad.

Your cleaners. What are their names?

- Sakiya and Fudo. Why? - I want to hire them.

- They work for me. - Not anymore.

That's what this was all about.

Replacing Kate.

Kate is irreplaceable.

To me she is.

We're meeting Iniko.

Iniko just met his maker.

You done did him?

I did done do.

- Sweet. Guy was a straight-up tool. - This place looks familiar.

It should. You cleaned it two months ago.

A friend of mine. Shot six times.

Five liters of blood on this carpet.

After you were done, not a drop.

- You're Raymond Reddington. - Yes.

And this is my associate, Dembe Zuma.

Well, aren't you a tall drink of chocolate milk?

I'd like you to work for me.

Whatever Iniko was paying you, I'll double it.

So you know, we only moonlight.

- A day job. How old-fashioned. - Not really.

We're crime scene cleaners for Metro P.D.

Well, won't this be fun?

Jasek. Keen.

What's that? What does that mean?

We know what his next target's gonna be. Aram.

Farnsworth is gonna hit his own company.

The trade cleared. Funds will be wired to the Panama account.

Agent Ressler, I think I have something.

A way Charnquist may be planning to access the building.

Surveillance imagery shows an engine room on the roof.

- It's connected to... - An elevator.

- How'd you know? - Because of the girl.

Her dioramas focus on how the crime is going to be committed.

This one featured an elevator.

Okay, the one in this building is a Westbrook freight.

Built in 1922.

- That's before pneumatic fail-safes. - They're gonna crash the elevator.

- Got him. - Security. This is Bobby.

This is FBI Assistant Director Cooper.

We have intel that an employee in the building is in danger.

I need you to shut down everything. Nobody in or out.

Metro P.D. and FBI agents are on the way.

Hello? Hello?

Charnquist is in the building. Get Con Ed on the line.

Cut the power. Lock up that elevator.

I know I have a lot of bad news today...

...but the system shows there's a backup generator.

- What the hell is going on? - Get Ressler on the horn now.

He's not answering.

The stop! Where's the emergency stop?

Incredible. Truly incredible.

What happened to your last cleaner?

She was murdered.

I'm so sorry.

- Were you close? - Yes.

Not a speck to be found.

- Have you caught the killer? - No.

Clean as a whistle. Clean as a whistle.

Do you know who he is?

Yes. I do.

That's good. Then it's only a matter of time.

Well, this seems like a good fit.

For now. Last three years haven't been kind to people we work for.

You take care, or we'll be mopping you up with club soda.

So you do use club soda. Fascinating.

What was that about?

I spoke with Harold. He tells me you've had a pyrrhic victory.

We lost one of the killers.

- Chris Farnsworth. - Who were those two?

For years colleagues have crowed about his rates of return...

...and urged me to invest with him. Called him the Forecaster.

But as I don't believe in investing in anything I can't control, I declined.

I know you've been concerned about me...

...about a killer knowing where I live.

I wanted you to know you've got nothing to worry about anymore.

May I see your new apartment?

Not yet.

Maybe someday.

I've been working on this, so let me know what you think.

Yeah? Smells pretty good.

All right, bon appétit.

What is this?

It's a promise.

I lied. When I said it wasn't a lot to give up.

No.

It wasn't a lie. It was a hope.

I want this to work.

And wondering whether that's possible is totally natural.

Right, but what isn't natural, for me, anyway...

...is talking about that, so...

...that's my promise...

...to share this doubt with you.

Thank you.

I threw those out this morning.

Yet here they are.

Good.

This is exactly where they belong.

David.

Lucas.

And Kaya.

I used to be scared of those guys.

Not anymore.

You got it?

We could use a little peace and quiet in our lives.

Dembe.

Is everything okay?

No.

Please, come in.

I'm worried about Raymond.

I don't think he cares about anything or anyone in the world right now...

...other than you or Agnes.

I don't recognize him.

I can't reach him.

And you think I can.

The people at the apartment.

He wouldn't tell me who they were.

They're cleaners.

Cleaners? What about Mr. Kaplan?

It's because she helped me fake my death, isn't it?

- He's punishing her. - He saw it as a betrayal.

- So he's replacing her. - No.

He didn't replace Kate.

He killed her.