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You need help?

What is this?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Hello, Chief Walker. Sorry to interrupt your meal.

Who are you?

Who I am is immaterial.

What matters is that I know you.

I know, for example, you're top cop in a city consumed by an opioid epidemic.

I know the Saleri Cartel have had remarkable success

moving product on your streets.

And I know why.

You're protecting them.

- Whatever you think you you're doing... - You and a cadre of corrupt underlings.

I've provided a sample of the kind of proof that my team has gathered.

Copies, actually.

It's all quite well-documented.

The warnings of impending raids,

the secure transport your men have provided,

the cartel members you've neglected to arrest.

What do you want?

- What is this? - A notification.

I'm not asking you to stop.

We've simply decided to change your employer.

My employer?

I've been retained by the Tuerto Organization. You report to them now.

The Saleris are done. You can arrest them or kill them, my client doesn't care.

Do as you're told and you'll be hailed as a hero for ending the Saleri era.

Ignore my instructions and you'll be destroyed publicly and permanently.

Okay, then. Good night, chief.

Hi, yes, I'd like to close my account.

The authorization codes? Of course.

Yes, I'm ready.

Access, Delta, six, three, nine, Echo, Uniform, Whiskey.

That's right.

Liquidate everything.

All 60 million.

Raymond, it's Elizabeth.

Just hold on, one second.

Why do men think the only way to handle a problem is to be stoic?

Because Gary Cooper or Henry Fonda or Gregory Peck

have taught us that's how a man should deal with a problem.

Aram is completely shut down.

I have a competitor I want you to take out of the competition.

He's gonna implode.

Only time will mend Aram's broken heart. Or revenge.

You want us to take down an honest cop?

The chief is not my competition.

Nor is he honest.

He used to work for one cartel, now he works for a more powerful one.

My competition is the woman who convinced him to switch sides.

She helps one criminal organization take over another.

She helps them expand by identifying targets.

Organizations vulnerable to hostile takeovers,

businesses or individuals whose debt can be leveraged,

or in this case, a cop who's susceptible to persuasion.

You siccing us on a criminal or a corporate raider?

Corporate CEOs are slavishly beholden to quarterly earnings,

often sacrificing long-term strategy for short-term gain.

CEOs of criminal enterprises may not have Wall Street analysts to answer to,

but they're still under the gun to increase profits,

because if they don't, they're not given a golden parachute

and exiled to a mansion in the Hamptons, they're killed.

So pointing them to greener pastures is a very lucrative business,

and no one is better at it than Olivia Olson.

Why are you telling me this?

You're usually annoyingly guarded about your true motive for giving us a case.

Why are you admitting that you're giving us this criminal to expand?

Because it's a win-win. I get to expand my reach,

and you get to know more about what Anna McMahon has been up to.

Olson has intel on Anna McMahon?

As I said, it's a win-win.

Reddington wants us to go after a Blacklister who works with McMahon,

when McMahon is overseeing the task force?

I know. It's tricky.

The tricky part is knowing if we're getting played,

figuring out if this Olson woman is involved in McMahon's plot.

Or whether Reddington said that so we'd have incentive to take out his competition.

It's enough for me.

We are nowhere on figuring out what McMahon is doing.

She's a top-level Justice Department official

who has the ear of the president and is orchestrating a conspiracy so dangerous,

she had to hire a hit man to kill the people who found out,

and she wanted Reddington executed.

And despite all that, somehow, she's now our boss.

Which is why we'll proceed with caution. Tell us about Olson, what do we know?

Her name isn't Olson. No one knows her real identity.

Only that she's a former Wall Street analyst,

who made a fortune doing risk analysis for private equity firms.

She facilitated hostile takeovers.

In the aftermath of the 2008 financial meltdown,

she reemerged as a corporate raider for the criminal underground.

- What's the problem? - Eikendoll. She's a competitor.

Their new construction company is cutting into the bottom line.

So you either want to remove her, or destroy her.

I want to do both.

Her approach to the Collington Police Department is typical.

She identifies vulnerable businesses,

and then target-maps them until she knows every pressure point,

which she exerts to strip them of assets or absorb them.

Or to sell out one cartel and pledge allegiance to another.

Who happen to be her client.

Reddington says her clients range from a real estate developer in Boston

to a crime lord in Mumbai to Ukrainian oligarchs.

She commands a seven or even eight-figure fee

to help them expand into both criminal and legitimate businesses.

So she hurts innocent people, just like Mr. Reddington.

What?

You know it's true.

So Olson. What's our way in?

Reddington says she has a meeting with a client, he gave me a time and place.

Get a tactical unit. Interrupt that meeting and bring her in.

By taking her out, we're helping Reddington. Are you okay doing that?

If it gets us closer on McMahon, yes, I am.

The only way it'll get us closer is if we keep her from knowing what we're up to.

So no mention of her name.

I don't want her to know we're aware there's any connection between Olson.

Understood?

Good. Roll out.

Agent Mojtabai.

A word?

The job requires a clear head and complete focus.

I know that's a lot to ask, but it's the bare minimum.

If you can't give it, let me know.

I am focused, sir.

I'm angry, but I'm focused.

In ways I never thought possible.

"Win-win"?

No, I didn't sign up for "win-win," I signed up for "win."

Us winning, not him.

- Reddington always has an agenda. - He's not Reddington.

The difference is we know what it is this time.

That doesn't bother you?

That he doesn't have to pretend,

that he's open about using us to make him rich?

Look, I know you hoped that I'd be okay with us not pursuing who he really is,

but I'm not.

- This must be the client. - We have a visual.

Is everybody in place?

We're not done talking.

TAC unit's in place, they're feeding us audio.

Searching for CCTV feeds of the area now.

What's going on?

Reddington's the new client?

So much for him telling us what his angle is.

I don't care if it blows the op, I want eyes inside.

- Still working on video. - Keen, Ressler, what are you seeing?

No more than you. Reddington's inside.

Hello, Mr. Reddington.

- You hearing this? That's her. - I've never made a virtual acquaintance.

I must say, it feels pornographic.

Abundance of caution is an occupational hazard.

It sounds like she's on some sort of video feed.

She's broadcasting to this location.

- Can you trace it? - I can try.

Try fast before Reddington double-crosses us again.

How can I be of assistance?

You convince people to change allegiances.

I'm hoping to convince you to do the same.

I'll make it worth your while.

I doubt that's possible.

Well, I guess we'll see.

Who would you expect me to betray?

Anna McMahon.

- What is he doing? - Exactly what you wanted us to avoid.

He better have a good explanation for why, or there's gonna be hell to pay.

I'm not seeing anything matching this video feed on any local towers.

Where else could it be from?

A radio transmission?

Maybe.

Maybe, but for a direct feed to be reliable, it'd have to be close.

- How close? - Within five or 10 blocks of the receiver.

She's nearby.

How do we narrow that down?

I don't know how many times I need to say this,

but I have no ties to Anna McMahon.

And after renegotiation,

when the treaty went for Senate confirmation,

the White House was one vote shy,

McMahon asked you to get it, and you did.

Okay, she is transmitting a lot of data, so she'd have to use a high frequency.

How high?

A lot of wireless cameras operate above 900 megahertz, like...

A police radio.

Go to scan mode. Sweep the 900 megahertz spectrum.

You overestimate my reach.

And you underestimate mine.

You're not the only one capable of drawing a heat map.

Okay. All right. I got it: 982.5.

- Wait, that's weird. - What's the problem?

I can see the signal strength, but it's not constant.

- Is there some interference? - Maybe. Or she's not stationary.

I think maybe the signal's being broadcast from a moving vehicle.

You reached out as a potential client,

but I get the feeling you're a potential competitor.

More of a successor, really.

You've had a long run,

I'd hoped to honor that by informing you of my hostile takeover in person,

but perhaps this is best.

Face-to-face, those conversations can linger uncomfortably.

This way we can simply disconnect.

- We're headed north on Culver. - All right, the signal's getting stronger.

No, hang on. You overshot it. Make a right.

There. You're there.

What are we looking for?

A van, maybe. A small truck.

Something with a visible antenna.

That's it. We've got her.

Ma'am.

We've got a tail. They're tracking the feed.

She must have disconnected. I lost the signal.

Ressler.

You have a powerful enemy.

Why, what's wrong?

- Raymond Reddington. - What are you talking about?

He asked me to betray you, when I said I wouldn't, I was chased by the police.

I can make it go away.

You better. Or I may be forced to oblige Reddington.

You may consider it a badge of honor to have him as an enemy.

I don't.

Aram.

It will get better.

I know.

They're gonna make sure of it.

You have a lot of explaining to do.

Why is that?

I led you to an elusive Blacklister and you let her get away.

You hid that you were meeting with Olson.

I omitted it.

Hiding implies I cared one way or another about you knowing. I didn't.

You told her about McMahon. How could you?

By now, she told McMahon we're on to her.

I certainly hope so.

That's the last thing we wanted.

Harold, sit. Take a breath. Smoke a cigar.

Read some "Calvin and Hobbes."

Whatever you do to relax, do it before you have an aneurysm.

Tell me why you think it's a good thing

that the person we're suspicious of now knows we're suspicious of her.

Anna McMahon is smart and cautious.

And try as we might,

neither you nor I have been able to get a whiff of her plot against this country.

I thought it best to force the issue.

Let her know we're looking, put her on alert, make her think twice,

and in doing that,

possibly, hopefully, cause her to make a mistake.

Exactly what part of "I run this task force" do you not understand?

Sometimes, my grasp of human nature astonishes even me.

Let me say it back to you, see if I understand.

A justification memo, once Reddington gives us a case, but before we start on it.

A real-time memo where we take time out from what we're working on

to tell you what we're working on.

And a case-file memo, where we detail what's in the case file,

attached to the case-file memo.

It's all about flow of information.

Tell me, with all this information you want us to flow,

when are we supposed to work?

Here. It's urgent.

Everything you do is based on the instruction of a sociopath.

So forgive me if I want input into whether or not we do as he says.

Olivia Olson.

Who?

- You don't know her? - Should I?

She facilitates mergers and acquisitions for criminal clients across four continents.

She's the latest Blacklister.

If we capture her, we capture her files.

A trove of information about her clients,

and the companies she's blackmailing on her clients' behalf.

Do you have a problem with that?

Of course not.

Just like you will have no problem sharing the captured files.

If they do contain the names of her clients,

I'll want to assign agents to coordinate their arrest.

I'll alert you once we have them.

Sounds like we agree.

Excellent.

Glad we had this talk.

Director Cooper.

That accomplished nothing except to bury me in paperwork.

Patience, Harold. We're chumming the waters.

Sooner or later, the big one will bite.

Talk about déjà vu all over.

Reddington misleads us, Cooper slaps his wrist, and life goes on.

He gives us high-value criminals and makes the world a safer place.

Yeah, a fact I'd come to terms with, before finding out he was an imposter.

I know this is hard for you,

but whoever he is, he's looked over me since I was a child,

so if I can accept that his real identity is none of my business,

I need you to accept that it's none of yours either.

And if your mother's out there, and she knows the truth?

Katarina Rostova framed my father for crimes he didn't commit.

Because of her lies, I grew up believing he was a traitor.

If she is alive, and that's a big if,

she probably wouldn't tell me the truth anyway.

Even if she knew it.

I really think the best thing is to just let it go.

Okay, I was able to pull an image from a traffic cam at Culver and Talbot.

- You get an ID? - Not on the driver.

But the trucks that cut you off were registered to Hammerstone Electric,

which tells us nothing,

since I doubt you were attacked by a horde of angry electricians.

Right. One month ago, a private equity firm in New York

bought up Hammerstone's debt and shut them down.

So we were attacked by a horde of angry MBAs.

And they were bought by Raincloud LBO,

a New York firm specializing in hostile takeovers.

Olson.

It makes sense that she'd have a company to front her transactions.

I'm going to get a warrant.

Tonight, you, me, and as many pitchers as it takes to thoroughly drown sorrows.

Deal?

Well, I don't normally drink, but under the circumstances, sure.

We've been over this.

Their leadership, their greenmail plan, the staggered board,

they're not vulnerable to activist investors.

- And her personal life? - Clean.

- Squeaky. Church on Sunday. - Eikendoll's untouchable.

I did have one other idea.

Eikendoll just completed a new sky deck at the Alta Hotel.

What if there was an incident?

You want to target public opinion.

The deck is cantilevered from the building on the 72nd floor

using light-gauge steel beams.

My engineers insist the framing's more than sufficient,

as long as they're held in a vertical orientation.

However, they also pointed out there's a mechanical chase

with gas and utility lines here on the 71st floor.

If, for some reason, that gas line were not properly installed,

if corners were cut during construction,

fumes would get trapped in that chase.

All it would take is a pilot light from a furnace, an errant elevator spark,

any combustion would blow the hell out of that mechanical chase

and compromise the bridging.

Without support,

the stress would cause the channels to fall like dominos.

You wanna collapse the deck,

make it appear Eikendoll cut corners and crater public opinion,

force her to sell.

Guys, these are people's lives. Is this contract really worth that?

I hope that was a rhetorical question.

Ladies and gentleman, FBI.

FBI, we have a warrant to search.

Stop what you're doing, step away from your computers.

Agent Ressler. I need a word with your managing partner.

We got a situation here.

What are you talking about?

It's the FBI.

They got a warrant.

What do you wanna do?

We're burned. Handle it.

Agent Ressler?

Mitchell Young.

I'm Raincloud's managing partner.

- What's going on? - Read the warrant.

- We have a court order to search. - Search for what?

Yesterday, vehicles registered to Hammerstone Electric

were used to thwart an FBI pursuit.

Your firm owns those vehicles.

And we acquired Hammerstone a few months ago,

but we bought the company to sell its assets.

If somebody stole trucks, that's not our fault.

- You. What is it? - What?

What are you trying to tell your friend?

Eric's my assistant. If you wanna talk to him you need...

Eric, you're what, 20, 25?

You could spend at least that long in prison for any number of crimes...

- Eric? - ...including obstruction, securities fraud,

aiding and abetting...

So how about you help us out and tell us what you know?

Two floors up, Heilman & Main, CPA firm.

It's not a CPA firm.

- Stay on him. - All right.

- FBI. - Hands!

Hands!

- She's wiping everything. - Take it offline, now.

- I said take it offline. - I can't.

It's a malware program originating from the host system.

You've made a terrible mistake, Aram.

You took something precious from me.

- A mistake you'll have to rectify. - So I took something precious from you.

I want my money.

When we were in Luxembourg, Dembe opened an account

under your name at Banque Vertrauen.

I kept a copy of the account access file we stole that day.

It took you long enough to figure out what I did.

Honestly, if you hadn't walked in just now, I was thinking I was gonna...

have to tell you myself.

Is this your idea of vengeance?

Not vengeance, leverage.

Sixty million dollars' worth, to get you to take me to Samar.

No matter what happens next,

this doesn't end the way you think it's going to.

My bag's packed,

my goodbye notes written.

I'm ready to face the consequences either way.

Are you?

I want her name and location.

I don't know her location, nobody does.

She doesn't take meetings in person. She's never been here.

Her name, then.

All right, what was on those computers?

There's no point. You're too late to stop the attack.

Attack? What attack? Who is she planning to attack?

No one here is gonna help you.

Cyber's en route, but the drives are fried.

Someone with a lot of skill is gonna have to put those pieces together.

All right, listen to me.

If there's an attack in motion, if people get hurt,

you'll be charged as a co-conspirator.

You want that?

What I want is a lawyer.

- Elizabeth. - We got a problem.

We believe Olson's planning an attack.

Probably to leverage her next takeover victim.

- Who's the target? - That's the problem.

We don't know who, where, or when.

All we have are pieces of encrypted files from her servers.

Cyber just showed up. We'll send over whatever they decrypt.

- Have you reached out to Aram? - I tried him.

He didn't pick up.

That was Elizabeth.

She doesn't know you're gone. You didn't say goodbye.

I told you, I left her a note.

It's hard to leave people you care about.

Or maybe you didn't say goodbye

because you don't think that's what this is.

And if that's the case, let me be clear:

If you become part of Samar's new life,

Harold, Donald, Elizabeth, you'll never be able to see them again.

Never speak to them.

Never be there for them when they need you.

Is that why Liz called? Because they need help?

You running away will not take Samar off the Mossad's kill list.

They're counting on you to lead them to her.

Which is why they bugged your apartment, phones, friends.

- How do you know that? - Because that's what I would do.

That's why Dembe took an extra hour to get us to the jet.

Shake off any possible tail.

From now on, Aram, you call a friend or family,

text, e-mail, Insta-whatever, anything...

they will trace it to you...

find Samar...

and kill her.

And, yes...

the task force needs help to stop an imminent attack.

An attack? On what? Where?

Doesn't matter, you're out.

Sit back, relax.

Calculate the hourly interest you're accruing on my 60 million.

Mr. and Mrs. Eikendoll.

I'm sorry to interrupt. I'd like to introduce you to Michael Mulbach.

Michael's the president of the Pratt-Wickler Foundation.

Mr. Mulbach, it is so lovely to meet you.

I just wanted to say thank you for pulling the strings to get us into this space.

It's just stunning.

Actually, my wife Caroline is the CEO and brains of Eikendoll.

I'm just the arm candy.

- I'm so sorry. - Don't be.

The work Pratt-Wickler has done for Parkinson's research

is so admirable and so critical to so many people,

we're just happy to be part of the solution.

Thank you, again.

- It's gonna be a fantastic evening. - Yes, let's raise some money.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers.

The data from Elizabeth.

What is it? Code?

The data, is it encrypted?

You're either in or you're out.

They can't trace me to Samar until I'm with her.

And I am not with her yet.

This isn't heaven or hell. It's purgatory.

And I can help from purgatory, so...

please.

Two-seventy-three.

That's the interest per hour on 60 million.

2.4 million a year, 6575 a day,

273 an hour.

At 4 percent.

I was being generous. The federal funds rate is 2.5.

Yes...

and mine is 25.

Twenty-five percent?

Which makes the hourly interest...

1700...

and 12.

And if I solve the riddle?

I'll round it down to 1700.

Friends and family discount.

Anything on the attack?

Nothing. Tell me you got something off these drives.

Nothing concrete.

Strings of data, a few partial names, some routing numbers

to a bank in London.

- Blueprints? - Yeah, but we don't know to what.

Appears to be some sort of event space, but it could be anywhere.

The employees downstairs either don't know or won't talk.

- Tell me you know something. - I do.

- That is, hi. - Hey, Aram.

Mr. Reddington showed me what you sent him.

- Where are you? - Honestly...

I have no idea.

The target you're trying to identify, we believe it may be in Manhattan.

Manhattan? What makes you think that? I'm putting you on speaker.

Okay, so a few of the broken code strands look like

they may have been trying to overcome a firewall on CCTV cameras in Midtown,

specifically 50th, south to 38th.

We got blueprints, but just pieces.

Yes, some of which were date-stamped as recently as last fall,

so you're looking for new construction.

Go back, Keen.

There, that tower.

There, that's it.

It's the Alta Hotel in Midtown.

Aram, you're the best. Tonight the pitchers are on me.

Actually, Liz...

Agent Keen?

Another hour in purgatory.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

When I first started Eikendoll Construction,

people told me it couldn't be done,

that the contracting business was a boys' club,

and that I would be devoured.

But the business is thriving, and this beautiful property is proof of that.

I proved them wrong.

But when my brother Todd was diagnosed

with Parkinson's eight years ago...

I was forced to reevaluate things.

I still care about the bottom line.

Only now, the bottom line I care about is finding a cure for Parkinson's.

Once again, the doubters are saying it can't be done.

Which is why we're here tonight, to prove them wrong again.

So... So open your hearts and open your wallets,

and however many zeroes you were planning on putting on that check,

add two more.

Because that's how much finding a cure matters.

Thank you so much. Amazing turnout.

Great work. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

- Security. Cobb speaking. - Mr. Cobb?

Elizabeth Keen, FBI.

We have a credible threat that your building is the target of an attack.

- What kind of an attack? - You need to evacuate immediately.

Do you understand? NYPD is en route. We need everyone out.

Treatments have long focused on symptom management,

but effective methods for early diagnosis are now a reality.

Already, new tests can detect abnormal alpha-synuclein in patients...

Ms. Seegers? We've got a situation.

We need to clear the space now. Everyone out.

Our security office is ahead, down the hall to the right.

- What kind of threat...? - We're not sure yet.

Sound the fire alarms and run your evac plan.

I'm going up top.

I got a 1072, I need fire and paramedics on-site.

Roger. Where's Roger?

Where is my husband?

Where is Roger?

Hey! Do you know where the blast came from?

- I don't know. I'm trying to get answers. - We need everyone out.

Get out! Move, now!

I'm gonna get you out of there, just hang on.

- I can't hold on. - Give me your hand.

- I can't let go. - Come on, you can do this.

Look at me. You can do this.

Just give me your hand.

Come on, release that and give me your hand.

Come on.

Do it, now. Come on.

I just got word the feds have Mitch Young in custody.

- We need to call it off. - Call it off? It's done.

The police know?

It won't be long before they connect this to you, if they haven't already.

- You need to get out of town now. - I can't. The servers.

I'll handle the servers, just get out before it's too late.

Ressler.

NYPD's still trying to account for everyone,

but ME says we lost six.

Keen, what is it?

FBI, stop!

Talk, now.

She's gone. Must've knew we were coming.

Yeah, well, this will come in handy.

Edward says we're landing in 20 minutes.

So...

where are we?

Why don't we just wait and see?

You know...

I do understand why Samar didn't say goodbye.

And I can accept why you helped her avoid that.

But I couldn't accept that we weren't gonna be together.

Samar accepted it.

- She engineered it. - She's wrong.

She thought I'd resent caring for her as her condition worsens.

I won't.

I've made many difficult choices in my life.

Choices that, at one point or another, have brought...

pain and sorrow to...

everyone I cared about.

That's a heavy burden to bear.

Even if the path one chooses is the only one in sight.

It's the burden Samar now bears.

She didn't leave because she thought you would come to resent her.

She left because she saw no other path.

She's a target.

And if she was in your life, you'd be a target too.

So she left.

Allow her to believe she did the right thing.

If you go to her,

she'll just have to leave you again.

Don't make her burden heavier than she can bear.

Samar is the strongest person I know.

And yet she didn't have the strength to say goodbye to you.

You're more powerful than you know, Aram.

Use it wisely.

I understand you lost Olson.

To summarize the case-file memo Agent Ressler is working on

that will summarize the case file Agent Keen is preparing,

yes, we did.

- And her files? - We recovered Olson's hard drive.

Our cyber unit is in the process of transferring the data

to members of your staff.

If there are any actionable cases,

you'll be able to refer them to the proper authorities.

Excellent.

Perhaps our interagency cooperation won't be as difficult as I imagined.

It shouldn't be. We all want the same thing.

You and I do, but I doubt Reddington does.

For example, with Olson...

did he tell you why he put her on the Blacklist?

- No. - Nothing?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Well, I guess I'll go look at the files.

And like I said, we're off to a promising start.

Yes, I think so too.

Yeah, about that...

- Hey. - Hey.

I thought...

You said you were going to be with Samar.

I was.

I mean...

Well, that's where Mr. Reddington was going to take me when...

When you called.

And did you see her?

No.

And I'm not going to.

I went because I love her.

And I came back because I realized

the best way to love her is to honor her wishes.

That couldn't have been an easy decision to make.

It was not.

Or a cheap one. I owe Mr. Reddington $56,100.

What?

Why?

I will explain over drinks, if you're still up for going out and...

- And paying. - You bet.

I just... Let me finish this case report.

Take your time, I gotta run home and talk to someone first.

Donald Ressler.

Hey, MJ, thanks for returning my call.

Listen...

I understand that you ran point for the agency

back when Langley was hunting Katarina Rostova.

I was wondering if I could pick your brain about what you found.

McMahon took the files, reviewed them herself,

then kicked the ones with actionable intel back to her staff to pursue.

All but one.

Any chance she knew you made copies before giving her the hard drive?

None.

She assumed she had them all to herself.

So the one she kept back is the one she didn't want anyone to see.

Third Estate?

Mean anything to you?

Yes, it's a reference to the French Revolution.

It means, "Everyone else."

The 99 percent.

It also means McMahon used Olson

to pressure the Third Estate into helping McMahon carry out her plot

against the United States.

You have your first lead, Harold.

Congratulations.

And you're welcome.

Can you hear me?

I know you're listening.

Watching me.

Hoping I might go to her.

But I won't.

Do you hear me?

She's gone.

She's really gone.