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We never pass by a lemonade stand without stopping.

- Isn't that right, Christian? - Never.

- Thank you. - Would you like a straw?

Yes, please.

Yes. Two pitchers already.

It's the cutest thing. But a terrible business model.

I must have spent 30 pounds on lemons and cups.

Yeah. Honey, hold on a sec. Ethan, what are you doing?

It's snowing!

- What? Honey, it's... - Mommy, it's snowing.

My eye. Mom, my eye. It burns.

Ash? This is ash.

Everyone, inside right now. Get inside now.

Get inside the house. Go, go!

This is Baker 24, we're moving to that location, ETA 15.

Tell me everything.

Liz, what happened?

Nik's dead.

What?

He was strangled.

They found his body in an empty lot...

...miles away from home or any hospital.

What? How? Do they know?

The last thing he said to me was that he never wanted to see me again.

Liz.

- Do they know what happened? - No, but we do.

- Reddington. - After the surgery, Nik said he was out.

Reddington probably thought he was a liability, he knew too much.

- You don't know that. - Nik was good. He was decent.

The only indecent thing in his life was Reddington and me.

You didn't do this.

Would Nik be alive if I weren't in his life?

You're not my type, okay?

But if you were even remotely in the ballpark...

...I would have your child.

- Have a count? - The mailman gave us two lists.

Each had 22 people who wanted their mail held while on vacation.

That's 44 empty apartments.

We rented 18 for five nights each at 500 a night.

That's $45,000, for the week, off two lists.

- Next week, we should have eight. - Hear that? I just dropped an egg.

While I appreciate your enthusiasm...

...we have cash but no business to run it through.

Elizabeth.

- Could you excuse us? - Way ahead of you, sister.

No offense, but when I get too close to a fed, I tend to chafe.

Nik Korpal was murdered.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I wanna believe you.

It's possible Nik was killed by someone with a connection to me.

I have no idea who or what that connection might be.

- I want a name. - I'll do what I can to find you one.

In the meantime, a riddle to keep you occupied.

The chemical plant explosion in Leeds?

Ilyas Surkov claimed credit for that.

- What's the riddle? - Why take credit...

...for a crime he didn't commit?

- How do you know he didn't commit it? - Because Surkov is dead.

- Dead? How long? - According to Reddington, 15 months.

No one knows this? Was there any HUMINT on Surkov?

No, he was like a ghost.

One month, he claimed credit for a bombing in Lisbon.

The next, kidnapping three journalists in Crimea.

- If he died, no one would know. - Reddington would?

He knows the best off-market doctors on every continent.

One of them treated Surkov for end-stage pancreatic cancer.

Hang on. Okay, Mr. Reddington says it's been 15 months.

In that time, Surkov has taken credit for three attacks.

A downed plane on a humanitarian mission to Boko Haram victims...

...a Paris cafe demolished by a C-4 suitcase bomb...

...and yesterday's chemical-plant attack.

- Pretty busy for a dead guy. - Or people acting in his name.

We won't know which until we find the bomber. I'll reach out to MI6.

Ressler, Keen, get to the bomb site. Talk to local authorities.

Liam Gladstone, MI6. We spoke on the phone.

Agent Ressler, Keen.

May not look like it, but we were incredibly lucky.

Minor leaks, but none of the tanks of the nasty stuff went up. EA cleared us.

You ask your task force about our copycat theory?

Doesn't hold water. This is the work of Surkov.

- What makes you confident? - Know what taggants are?

Chemical markers embedded into explosives to trace their origin.

MI6 has been working closely with the CIA's Surkov task force.

We identified a construction and demolition company in Belgrade.

We believe it's diverting legitimately purchased C-4 to Surkov.

To test our theory, we planted a taggant in C-4 we sold to the company.

- You found traces of that taggant. - Who's your suspect?

Raqaan Ghaffari, a foreman at Lignes D'Avenir Construction.

Any doubts, they'll be put to rest when Surkov hits again.

Which he will. I can assure you, the man is very much alive.

C-4 is not strong enough to pierce solid steel lined with Kevlar as you requested...

...but I have found a substitute that should work well.

Yes. Perfect.

Yeah.

He says this will do. And he wants to move quickly.

Raqaan Ghaffari, he's in charge of demolition for Lignes D'Avenir...

...a midsized contractor in Belgrade.

We know the explosives used by Surkov in his last three attacks...

- ...came from Lignes D'Avenir. - We have no authority in Belgrade.

I'll reach out to Serbian officials. If you want this guy to lead us to...

...who's acting in Surkov's name, we need to get creative.

MI6 has Ghaffari under surveillance. But no actionable intel.

Ghaffari proves to be quite the creature of habit.

Ghaffari eats lunch every Friday at the Brutka Club.

- That's where we make contact. - Ghaffari speaks French and Arabic.

Surveillance logs gave us what we believe is...

...Ghaffari's code name for Surkov.

Samar can use that to establish her credibility.

You'll have us on comms, but to pick up Ghaffari, this mic...

...it's gonna need to be close, all right?

There.

I'll let you. Yeah.

- It's going to be fine. - I know.

If you did, you wouldn't have come all this way.

Please, just...

...be careful.

Heads up. She's about to make contact.

Mr. Ghaffari.

Who are you?

I'm here about the Masbahi account.

We have a protocol. You shouldn't be making contact like this.

- Aram, you getting this? - Loud and clear. This is definitely our guy.

The protocol's blown. You think our friend wants to reach out like this?

Expose himself? There's a problem.

We have reason to believe your product has been compromised.

Impossible.

Our government sources are saying your product was tagged by MI6.

- I will check. - That's why I'm here.

He wants me to test the next shipment before we accept delivery.

The man at that table, the other two at the door, they're with me.

Will it be a problem, Raqaan?

Good.

I'll notify my people.

I think Nik was killed by a guy named Pete McGee.

Nik asked him to ID a skeleton I'd given him.

He got a DNA sample and ran it against the federal database.

I know the ID is extremely valuable...

...because Reddington wants to keep it secret.

But I didn't know that people would kill for it.

Now Nik's dead, McGee's gone.

The only lead I have on him and that ID is the clinic he worked at.

A place where experimental drugs are tested on human guinea pigs.

Yeah, I know. Not much of a plan. If you got a better one, I'm all ears.

Don't look at me like that. Rose will be here.

We both know she's your favorite. No, I am not lying to Mommy.

I want her to know the truth.

That's why I need to ID these bones without anybody knowing.

It's not a lie.

It's just delayed honesty.

Hi, I'm calling about the clinical trials.

Yeah, I wanna sign up.

Have you ever done an inpatient clinical trial, Mr. Lembeck?

- First time. Be gentle. - I'll need a copy of your ID.

- Sure. - Step forward, please.

How much am I getting, to rent my body to science?

- Two hundred a day. - Lucky me.

We need medical history and emergency contact...

- ...for when you have an adverse reaction. - "When"? Not "if"?

Get in the car.

- Buddy, whatever it is... - Mr. Reddington wants to talk.

"Reddington" Reddington?

Bring the dog. Leave the poop.

Rosie Cavendish had a bulldog, Franklin. Named after her great uncle.

Poor guy had eczema, dermatitis, seborrhea.

One skin condition after the next.

The dog, not the uncle.

Please, sir, if I did something...

Given the lesions on her inner folds, she has pyoderma.

What are you doing to treat it? Topical ointments or pills?

- I need to be better with her checkups. - I need to borrow evidence, Lou.

- You know my name? - Personal effects...

...of a homicide victim currently in Evidence Control.

- I don't know... Yes. - You are the clerk there.

Responsible for checking in and out evidence.

- That's true, but... - The deceased's name is Nik Korpal.

You have 24 hours. That should give us enough time to get... What?

- Coco. - To get Coco the spa day...

...she so desperately deserves.

Yeah, you're gonna have fun.

They're ready.

We need to go.

Why didn't your people reach out to the office in Savamala?

Oh, my gosh. No.

Who are these guys?

No, no, no.

Crap, crap, no.

Stop. Wait. FBI.

- Who the hell was that? - We had him.

- What are you doing? - I don't know how to drive.

Get out! Move.

Maybe you could slow down a bit.

There's an alley. Alley ahead!

Alley ahead.

- Duck! - Oh, God.

Watch out.

Oh, God!

Watch out, watch out.

Come on.

They crashed. They crashed.

Oh, God.

Drop the gun! Down! Put it down!

- Back away! We will fire! - Drop your weapon!

- Not happening! - All right, all right!

Easy, easy.

Nobody's gonna fire. You look like you're in charge.

- I'm gonna reach into my pocket. - Slowly.

Donald Ressler, FBI.

FBI?

Who the hell are you?

Name's Reuther.

We're CIA.

Yevtukh Roofing Company, safe-house front owned by the agency.

You want confirmation, call the station chief.

- Why no de-confliction protocol? - We're Clandestine Service.

- Who are you? - I can't answer that.

- All I can tell you... - Black book. Langley verified.

- Apology accepted. - No, it's not.

I don't care who you are or why you were operating on foreign soil.

- I was doing my job. - Would've done the same, Coburn.

It's Calhoun. I'm a NOC.

Navabi, slightly injured.

- Sure you're all right? - Yes.

This is Duke White, Defense Intelligence.

Omar Kabinov, FSS. I'm Tobias Reuther, Clandestine Service.

- We need to talk to Ghaffari. - Not gonna happen.

He's officially in our custody. We're handling interrogation.

- Don't like that, take it up with D.C. - Don't care who gets him to talk.

As long as you get him to tell us what he knows, we're happy to sit this out.

Okay.

Congratulations. Your stipend was increased to $250.

- Fantastic. What did I do to earn that? - You got approved for a riskier study.

Very exciting.

What's with the security? We're volunteers, not prisoners.

A lot of drugs around here. Drugs attract drug users.

Makes sense. How much riskier is this?

Previously, some patients developed temporary neurological problems.

Lie down.

They must've modified the medication since then, no?

I assume so. I just run the tests.

That's reassuring.

Who's the heart for?

My grandfather.

My brothers and I got drunk after his funeral...

...decided to get tattoos.

He loved cards.

So my three brothers are...

...the spade, diamond and the club.

And you're the heart.

That's cute.

Aside from brain damage, what side effects should I expect?

I honestly don't know. That's what the study's for.

Keep forgetting. I'm just the guinea pig.

Look, Raqaan, I don't know why you don't feel like talking.

The feds have you on tape admitting you're supplying Surkov.

You know that.

You must also know that you're not here.

This place doesn't exist.

No lawyers.

No diplomats.

Just us.

He'll crack. They always do.

There are other ways to get people to talk.

You don't know Surkov.

How long have you been searching for him?

Six years.

Since before I left the agency in 2015 to start a family.

Reuther reached out a year later.

He lives and breathes Surkov.

Convinced me to get back into the hunt.

And the family?

That didn't turn out like I thought.

But it's okay.

I've got Surkov.

He's my family.

My white whale.

Anything?

Give him 20 minutes to simmer.

Okay, you've tried your way.

We're gonna try ours. Samar.

Hey, hold up. What are you doing?

Can I ask you a question?

If their task force is so intent on finding Surkov...

...why haven't we heard from them before today?

What the hell is she doing?

Okay, he's ready to talk.

Look closely. What do you see?

A lot of dander, saliva and urine, all of which I'm allergic to.

If there's a point, you might make it before I start to wheeze like a chinchilla.

Our liquidity crisis has been solved.

- By doggy day care? - These are rescue dogs.

Picked up at shelters, given a bath and a professional grooming.

Then given back to the shelters primped and proud, and ready for adoption.

They supplement their business with regular grooming.

But it's basically a labor of love and a 501(c)(3).

A nonprofit. That is good.

The most ruthless IRS agent would hesitate...

...before auditing the books of such a noble enterprise.

That's good if we can run enough money through it.

Rents are throwing up nearly 200K a week.

Well, most of their business is mobile.

They have a fleet of vans that go from shelter to shelter in 10 cities.

That's a hundred vans.

A dozen or more dogs a van, $25 a dog.

- Do the math. - I just did.

My hand to God, if I found you a little bit more attractive...

...I would birth you a litter.

Seven pups, boom, right here on the floor.

Fiona, you're an artist.

Coco's an angel.

Just needed a little TLC. I have some ointments for you.

And how much do I owe you?

One-fifty.

Which, of course, is tax deductible.

Yes, of course. And how much for the store?

- The store? - And the vans, all of them.

Bless you. Bless you.

- They're not for sale. - At the right price, everything is for sale.

Think about your price while I let Coco find a blade of grass.

Come on, sweetheart. That's it.

There we go.

Harold.

Thank you for seeing me.

When I heard there was an FBI task force...

...running an unsanctioned op overseas, my interest was piqued.

We received a credible tip that Surkov is dead.

The attacks attributed to him may be the work of a copycat.

He only met Surkov in video calls.

And your team, do they have a lead on his bomb maker, Ghaffari?

He asked him to smuggle a device into a locker in Virginia.

Ghaffari's in Belgrade?

Yes, being questioned in a CIA facility outside Pancevo.

Does he know the specific target?

Surkov asked him to create a weapon...

...that could penetrate 3.5 centimeters of Kevlar.

I'm with the CIA director of operations.

The Surkov team is in London. There's no team or safe house in Pancevo.

- They claim otherwise. - Well, I don't care.

They are not CIA.

- Go. - Cover me!

Move, move, move.

Give it up.

Hand it over.

You said you were CIA.

Who the hell are you?

You hungry? You tired?

There's a steak and a bed for you when you tell us where your boss is.

- I don't know. - Like you didn't know his real name.

- His name is Tobias... - Reuther.

The agency has no record of him.

No, they disavow him.

Him. Not you, or Duke White, or Omar Kabinov.

They gave us your file. We confirmed you resigned from the agency.

- Then Reuther recruited me. - There's nothing about that.

Or the ghost squad whose designation is so conveniently top secret...

...you never had contact with anyone at the agency.

We got orders from Reuther. Reuther got his from the director.

No one at the director's office has heard of your task force.

It doesn't exist. And we found out, he started shooting at us.

- Looked like you were shooting at him. - Reuther is pretending to be Surkov.

That's ridiculous.

When you found us, we were hunting for his weapons maker.

Looking to interrogate him to find Surkov.

Do you know how I got Ghaffari to talk so quickly?

I told him Surkov was dead.

No proof, just the word of my source. Minute I told him, he knew it was true.

Calhoun, there's a bomb in Virginia...

...waiting to be detonated in Surkov's name.

- Reuther is going to detonate it. - Tobias Reuther is a patriot.

- He's a terrorist. - He loves his country.

If you don't tell us where to find him, he'll commit an act of terror.

Do you trust your intel on Surkov?

- Hundred percent. - And Ghaffari's weapon?

We're working with Virginia police and law enforcement.

- But it's a big state with a lot of lockers. - What about Calhoun?

She thought she was working for an agency task force.

She had no idea the man she admires is the devil she was hunting.

I always thought Surkov's death would be cause for celebration.

But if he is dead and a group of CIA-trained assets has taken his place...

Sir?

Director Cox, hello.

The only prints they could pull from the safe house were partials.

But we got a match. The man we're looking for, Reuther...

...his real name is Agent Brian Osterman.

That name mean anything?

Director Cox, who is Brian Osterman?

- Cheer up. I'm in your debt. - A lot good that will do me...

- ...if anyone finds out I did this. - Yes, yes, yes.

Giving me this evidence is vital and much appreciated.

- "Giving"? - But what Coco and I have been up to...

- ...is a revelation. - I need that back...

- ...before anyone knows it's missing. - She's always welcome for a grooming.

- I gotta return that. - And her ointments.

- Ointments? - "Ointments." Funny word.

Twice a day. Three times on her inner folds.

Coco, the pleasure was all mine, sweetheart.

- The suitcase key. - So Kate entrusted it to Nik.

But who did Nik entrust it to?

And why did he get killed for it?

And who might you be?

Brian Osterman was one of our own.

One we no longer consider a trusted asset.

He was part of a black-book operation...

...tasked to ID threats to U.S. counterintelligence.

But in '08, he broke from the agency, and we issued a burn notice.

- That's not possible. - He became disillusioned.

He's been off the grid for six years.

If Surkov is in fact dead...

...and Osterman is carrying out missions in his name...

...we're dealing with a very dangerous man.

One you have assisted in carrying out attacks against this country.

Reuther, he had HUMINT and funding.

Pilfered from a black-ops slush fund that went missing.

The others, the team. He recruited us to the agency.

He lied to you, to get you to help him attack the U.S.

You and your team are Ilyas Surkov. You didn't know it.

But you do now, and you can help us stop him.

We have a staging area in Ivy City.

I can take you there.

There's another door.

I don't believe this.

Nothing here.

Take your team back.

- The safe house has been scrubbed. - Nothing on Osterman or his team?

Just empty files stamped "Cyclone." That's it.

That name means nothing to you?

- Osterman? Nothing. - He's in the wind...

...with a weapon we can't find and a target that could be anywhere.

That's what you don't know. Focus on what you do.

We know the weapon was designed to pierce Kevlar, plus the Cyclone files.

It could be a code name, a mission, a person?

Any point of intersection? Kevlar? Cyclone?

Where they happen? Coastal cities?

Law enforcement in those areas that wear Kevlar?

What else? "Cyclone," if it's not a person or place?

It's a target, not law enforcement but military.

A target hard enough to design a weapon to penetrate it.

- Not steel but Kevlar. - Good.

A military hard target made of a composite material.

I need to call you back.

Aram, I need you to run a search.

Any ships in the Navy, Coast Guard, whoever the Pentagon...

...has built ships with the name "Cyclone" that are made of material similar to Kevlar.

All right. Hang on.

Okay, I have a Cyclone-class patrol ship.

- Tell me about them. - Fourteen ships. Ten in the Persian Gulf.

Three are doing drug interdiction off of Florida. And this last one...

Okay, yeah, the U. S.S. Parnell is at its home port.

- Where is that? - Norfolk.

Virginia.

- Dried toast, that's it? - All most people can keep down.

Probably because most people take the full dose.

- A clinical trial must be... - I'm not here for the trial.

- If it's drugs... - I'm here for information...

...on Pete McGee.

- You'll need to sign a discharge. - He had family photos in his office...

...but only one where he could always see it.

I didn't think there was anything special about it till I realized...

...that it was taken by someone very special to him.

- It's not what you think. - He took something from me.

Something that is only gonna bring him trouble.

- What? - Something I was willing to put that...

...in my veins to get back. I need it back.

- I'm sorry. - I came to find what he took from me...

...or at least get a lead on where he went, but all I found was you.

And I'm asking you...

...I need your help.

And if I'm right, I think Pete does too.

Discharge nurse should be in shortly.

Aram, we're on site. Talk to me.

I've notified port authority and Naval Installations Command.

They're initiating lockdown and evac for all nonessential personnel.

- Any word on Osterman? - Nothing. I'm waiting for approval...

...from Security Command to share their CCTV feeds.

Matthew O'Neil, NCIS. What do you know?

There's a threat against your ship, the U. S.S. Parnell.

We gotta lock this down, clear all this air traffic.

Transport runs a flight every six minutes.

Keen, I may have something here. NCIS just got a ping...

...on an alias Calhoun was able to confirm was one of Osterman's.

Access has been granted...

...to a Human Resources office between Powhatan Ave and Pier 11.

Stand down, Osterman.

You have no idea what you're in the middle of.

We know about you, about Surkov, your team.

- It's over. - Surkov's dead.

I'm not using him as cover.

- CIA is. - I said, stand down.

When an asset reported Surkov had died from cancer...

...Cox thought we could use his name to do America's dirty work.

- Cox? - I was on board at first.

Pretty soon it became clear...

...the jobs we were doing, we weren't doing America's dirty work.

We were doing Cox's. That he'd turned.

I tried to pull the plug, but Cox discredited me.

Convinced our superiors to issue a burn notice.

Did I lie to my team?

Did I lie to you?

Yes.

Because none of you would believe the truth. Cox has to be stopped.

Step away from your weapon.

Got him. He's at your 11. It's him.

See that man down there with a black backpack?

He's a CIA asset here to plant the bomb Cox bought from Ghaffari.

- My team is here to stop him. - Have a shot? Take it.

Why blow up a chemical plant? An American ship?

- False-flag operations. - Even if you're telling the truth...

...you're asking me to let you shoot a CIA agent...

- ...who's following orders. - Take your shot.

- It's your last chance. - Gonna shoot me in the head?

I have Osterman in custody. Human Resources, third floor.

We're gonna need a medic. Alert NCIS of a potential suspect.

An officer in uniform, brown hair, medium build, with a black backpack.

Looks like you were wrong.

You believe me now?

You lied to me.

Osterman isn't the imposter. He was hunting the imposter. You.

Osterman is a rogue agent who's acted against our national interests.

- That ship was never your target. - No.

The blast severed an undersea communications cable...

...running from the naval station to our allies across the Atlantic.

A cable compromised by Chinese counterintelligence.

If we had simply ceased sending intel, it would've tipped our hand.

So you sacrificed one of your agents.

It was a directional device. My agent survived.

As have all agents I've tasked with taking out enemies.

- Like the plant foreman in Leeds? - He was leaking intel...

...from one of our military contractors to Russian assets.

Our team hid the ops behind Surkov attacks.

In both cases, we avoided escalating international conflicts.

- At what cost? - At any cost, Harold.

I hate to disappoint you, but I see things differently.

I see diplomatic solutions.

I see a way to get results without false-flag operations.

We both know a terrified population means a healthy defense budget.

Are you trying to tell me that you've done everything by the book?

No cut corners, no bent rules, for the greater good?

I answer to people who judge the merits of my work. I'll accept the consequences.

You have been operating without oversight until now.

I've given my superiors a full overview.

I hope they agree that your actions were in America's best interests.

I doubt they will.

Time will tell.

Close the door on your way out.

You have done more harm than you could know.

I'm counting on it.

And it'll be worth it if it stops you.

You're here.

So many people find cemeteries to be a reminder of loss.

I find them to be a fervent reminder to seize the day.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Nik Korpal saved my life.

Brought Agnes into this world.

Came to pay my respects.

How are you holding up?

I've been better.

About how he died...

...did you find anything out?

Reddington was a surprise.

He appreciates what Nik's done for him.

And knows Nik may have been killed because of it.

He's willing to look into who did it.

He is?

- Has he found anything? - Not yet.

But it sounds like he has a lead.

What kind of lead? Was he more specific?

I've lost so many friends.

I don't know if I can lose any more without just crawling into a fetal position...

...or becoming a stark, raving vigilante.

Listen, Reddington's a vigilante.

All right? And I'm pretty sure there's a one-per-family rule.

I think Meera is buried here.

- I'd like to pay my respects. - All right.

You want company?

I'd like to go alone if you don't mind.

The explosion rocked the yard.

While no casualties have been reported...

...Ilyas Surkov has claimed credit for the attack.

Okay...

About what happened in Belgrade.

- What part? - When Agent Navabi was taken.

She could have been hurt. She wasn't. She's fine, obviously.

But...

...I wasn't prepared, sir.

I didn't know how to react.

- Then the shootout at the safe house... - Aram.

I understand.

It was an oversight on my part to place you in danger like I did.

- It won't happen again. - No, no, I don't wanna be unprepared.

Mr. Cooper.

Sir.

I'd like to request to be operationally trained.

- Sir. - What changed your mind?

You said he might be in trouble What kind of trouble?

He might've killed someone.

Pete? I don't believe that.

Listen, what he took from me, people are getting killed.

And whether he did or didn't do it, just by having it, his life is in danger.

Are you looking to protect him or have him arrested?

I don't know you. I'm not gonna take what you say about Pete at face value.

No way he killed anyone.

Whatever he took from you, he must have a good reason why.

He hasn't been to work in a week. He hasn't called.

His divorce will be finalized next month, and we'll get married.

I'm worried something might have happened.

I changed my mind because I want him found.

Whatever your reason is for wanting to do that, I don't care...

...as long as you're willing to help.

Tell me everything you can about Pete.

Friends, relatives, cities he likes, passwords.

Everything.

Yeah.

This rug was a gift.

My aunt crocheted it herself.

It's gotta go and the allergies with it.

This, my space, it's a critter-free zone.

It's a critter cabin.

Not in here, it's not.

That's six hold lists' worth.

Are you African? Because you're a freaking babe.

Can you handle that?

I can handle whatever you got.

The person who answers may not know the secret.

No, but they might.

Wonder what can of worms we're opening now.

Hello?

Who is this?