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It's fine where it is.

Call a doctor! You all right?

I'll muddle through.

I'll be okay.
Braxton-Hicks. I'll be okay, really.

Hey, Jess, easy.
Lurch's hackles are up.

Let's go, ladies.

We can't lose that car!

Go! Go!

They're half a block back.

Not for long.

Shame. It was a nice ride.

Zach. We've spent the last 40 minutes
being regaled...

...with stories
of Abe's latest trip to Phoenix.

Fascinating as it is to hear about the new
culinary options at Sky Harbor Airport...

...I don't come here to talk to Abe.
No offense, Abe.

I had some trouble with the missus.
You know how it is.

But end of business, your money will
be cleaner than a nun's browser history.

While you're redistributing,
an investment opportunity has come up.

I need funds in that amount.

What're you buying this time?
Another herd of Akhal-Teke horses?

God, no. Although one could never have
enough of those beautiful animals.

There is, however, a floundering
cruise line in urgent need of a bailout.

Elizabeth, I'd like to introduce you to
one of my accountants, Zack Smoll.

I'm an FBI agent.

Mr. Reddington is my C.I.,
which forces me to ignore his crimes...

...which will include murdering you
if either of you ever tell anyone.

On the other hand, I'm under
no obligation to ignore your crimes...

...so before you commit any while
I'm here, I suggest you all run along.

Someone overcaffeinated this morning.

You said you had a case.

Your government's Witness
Protection list has been stolen.

You know who stole it?

No, but I know
who's going to steal it next.

A stolen luxury vehicle in Atlanta pursued
by security contractors hired to protect it.

A car with its own security guards?

This was a jewel heist that netted
over 10 million in diamonds...

...perpetrated by a heist crew
known as The Harem.

Well, this Harem is an elite group
of female thieves...

...who steal only from other criminals.

...and with the Witness Protection list
out in the open...

...the timing is no coincidence.

Every one of those witnesses would
be in danger if their identities get out.

Which makes the list extraordinarily
valuable, and irresistible to the Harem.

Catch them in the act of stealing it...

...and you'll save the lives
of everyone on that list.

How are we supposed to
catch them in the act?

You can't. And if you can't beat them,
as the saying goes....

Join them?
That's Reddington's plan?

To put you undercover
on a heist crew?

The Harem is responsible for
a number of high-line thefts.

The disappearance
of half a dozen paintings...

...from the Ostergard museum
in Denmark in 2012.

The thieves were arrested
a year later, weren't they?

Not before the Harem
stole the paintings from them.

Lowry Fool's Gold,
a Mexican drug lord's prize racehorse...

...went missing in 2014.

Reddington says the Harem
auctioned it for $6 million.

When they hit
the National Bank of Belize...

...they emptied the secret safety
deposit box of a French arms dealer.

The leader of the Harem is a woman
named Margot Rochet.

She's staying at the Fairborne
under the alias Kate Morgan.

How do we get her
to believe you're an elite thief?

Reddington knows someone she worked
with in the past who can vouch for me.

What makes you think
I know Margot Rochet?

A little birdie told us.

The same birdie who told us
that you have a brother...

...doing six years for armed robbery.

Vouch for Agent Keen and maybe Jimmy
will get out in time for the Superbowl.

I knew Margot.

She likes to know
the people she works with.

Control.

She'll smell a lie on me a mile away.

We'll go over our story
until we forget it's a lie.

You're still gonna have to
prove yourself.

Sorry to disturb you, ma'am.
I need to check the mini-bar.

Oh, I didn't drink anything.

I'm so sorry. Hotel policy.

I can come back later
but I have to come back.

No. Go ahead.

Okay, I will be down
in about ten minutes.

Okay, yes, find out...

...then call him and tell him to back out.
The deal's non-negotiable.

Do nuts count? Because I had
a small bag of salted almonds.

Whatever, I couldn't resist. Sue me.

Give me one good reason I shouldn't take
you upstairs right now and kick your ass.

I'll give you 73.

My name's Liz Crawford.
I want to join the Harem.

And what do you do, Liz Crawford?

I read people.

I tell people exactly
what they need to hear...

...in order to do exactly
what I need them to do.

I got oil men in North Dakota
to invest in a bogus casino deal.

Did a couple runaway bride gigs.

Worked with Craig Gaynier.

He can vouch for me.

You're either very good, Liz...

...or you're very bad news.

You're not going anywhere
till I find out which.

Margot, what the hell?

I'm sorry about the restraints...

...but as I recall,
you never seemed to mind being tied up.

This pretty little thing
says you two worked together.

-True?
-Yeah.

Liz Crawford.
Real estate con in Tallahassee.

Read the mark like she was
his childhood friend.

Wish we had eyes in there.

Take was 2 million.

Two-point-one. Accuracy is...

-...everything in this business.
-Everything in this business. I remember.

There is one boss here.

You do as I say.

And no questions asked.

-I understand.
-Good.

Shoot him.

Wait, wait, wait--

I'm told the feds are kicking
your baby brother for "good behavior."

And since his behavior is never good,
that means he cut a deal...

...or you cut one for him.

That's crazy. I'd never do that.

Never sell me out
to save your own flesh and blood?

I told you to shoot him.

Shoot him yourself.

I gave you an order.

No, you gave me a test,
and I'm gonna tell you why I passed:

You don't need blind followers.
What you're interested in is loyalty.

I worked with Craig. I'm loyal to him.

Take me on, I'll be equally loyal to you.

You are good.

And you're right. Loyalty is everything.

But I haven't forgotten Majorca.

Welcome to the Harem.

We dangled Gaynier out there
and now he's dead.

And after we get that WITSEC list,
Margot will pay for that.

We have intel on the rest
of the Harem. Aram.

Right. Okay.
You already know Margot Rochet.

A former
federal corrections administrator.

Has a network of prisoners and guards,
trading anything...

...for intel into the criminal world.

How she learned about
our deal with Gaynier.

Sasha Lau.
She graduated from Smith in '08.

Couldn't find a job,
put her degree in actuarial science...

...to work planning crimes.
She designs the heists.

Jessica Piha is a chameleon.

She can blend into any crowd, but
she is impulsive, an adrenaline junkie.

I can't ID Emma Knightly.

We know from the audio
on Agent Keen's wire...

...that she's from England,
but other than that, I'm drawing a blank.

A rackets informant in witness protection
was murdered in Dubuque.

-Jordan Pomaville.
-Here we go. It's starting.

Tell Reddington.
See if he can find who did it.

That person has the list,
or knows where to find it.

I am sorry I'm late. Gentlemen.

I'm Carter Wilson.

I spoke with your associate
on the phone.

I'm not certain
what I can do for you, Mr. Lockhart.

I'll be blunt, Mr. Wilson.
Whistler Cruise Line is sinking.

The band is on deck and warming up
"Nearer My God To Thee."

We've had some difficulties--

Running aground
on endangered reefs...

...E. coli at the buffet,
sailing half-empty ships.

Your difficulties are about to land you
in bankruptcy court.

How did you hear about that?

Have you been to Mont Saint Michel?
Tidal island in Normandy.

The only way in or out used to be
a causeway that disappeared at high tide.

To reach the other side was a matter of
knowing when the tide came in...

...and seizing the opportunity
before it arrived.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

I'm offering you a causeway, Carter.

I bail you out, you transport my cargo.

What kind of cargo?

It could be Dutch tulip bulbs to New York,
ghost guns from Danao.

But instead of hypotheticals,
allow me to assure you...

...that plausible deniability
is the best option.

I save your business,
you don't look too closely at mine.

This job is hard.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to....

It's for anxiety.

Depression.

Pain.

Mental, physical, definitely spiritual.

Well, this should help.

Hair of the dog.

Oh, that wasn't a dog.
That was a woolly mammoth.

You're a funny drunk.

Chatty.

Chatty.

Couldn't shut you up.

That's embarrassing.

I mean, how embarrassing was it?

Not embarrassing at all.

Good. That's a relief.

It was more revealing.

How revealing was it, exactly?

Enough for me to know
what you're really about.

Now get some sleep.

We've got a big day tomorrow.

The guy your government
was protecting...

...was murdered by Tony Giannusa.

Giannusa's New Jersey mob.

Justice has a pending racketeering case
against him.

-Not if the star witness is dead.
-If he gets us to the list...

-...why don't we go after him ourselves?
-You don't if he has it or where to get it.

If you arrest him, you'll never find out.
Only Agent Keen can ascertain that.

Keen's gone dark. No contact.

You have protocols in place
for when she makes contact.

And an understanding that she'd
reach out day one. She didn't.

She will.

But only after she's won their trust.

Keep me informed, Harold.
I want to know when Elizabeth checks in.

-Smoll?
-I've tried him twice.

Try again. I want to know
the minute the transfer is complete.

To get the WITSEC list,
we need to get Giannusa alone.

-We have leverage once we do.
-What leverage?

Giannusa had a courier
transporting diamonds through Atlanta.

We stole them. He wants them back.

The robbery spooked him.

He's hiding behind his security
at The Vegas Strip.

We're going to Nevada?

No, Giannusa's strip club downtown.

Armed guards here and here.

Cameras with motion sensors
and night vision.

All we gotta do is find a way
to get past them.

Or maybe we don't.

Looking for something special?

What's all the racket?

I pay you to dance,
not stand in the back...

...clucking like
a bunch of hens in hair extensions.

What do you got there?

You know who I am?

I know you're missing 72 stones
just like that one.

You want them back?

Be at the Menchaca Produce
warehouse tomorrow morning at 10.

I don't walk out of here in 30 seconds,
you never see your diamonds again.

Giannusa's not with them. Pay up.

Bollocks.

You may want to call your boss.

What the hell are you saying?

What? Slow-- Hey--

You said the diamonds
would be at the warehouse.

No, I didn't. I said you'd get them back
if you went to the warehouse.

You didn't.

Now we get to talk in private.

This one says she reads people.

Like those FBI mind hunters
who predict behavior.

It's nonsense, right?

But I will be damned
if she didn't just predict yours.

The diamonds are in a locker
at the bus depot downtown.

You get the locker number and a key
on two conditions.

I'm listening.

One, tell us
who's got the WITSEC list.

Two, burn this place down.

-Find out who's got the list?
-Ever heard of the hacker Helldritch?

Of course. The guy's hit
political candidates, government servers.

He's released thousands of
classified documents online.

The guy's a national security nightmare.
Where is he?

I don't know.

Giannusa's contact with him was digital.

As soon as we get a location we move.

So how's that cover holding up?

Margot's on board.

Emma....

Something's off.

Has Aram had any luck
with her background?

No. It's like her ID
was professionally scrubbed.

Tell him to keep looking.
I'll do some digging of my own.

I want to figure out
who this woman is.

Something feels off about her.

She works for you?

I placed Emma Knightly in the Harem...

...so she could keep me posted
as to their criminal activities.

So she could tell you
what they were stealing...

-...so you could steal it first?
-Something like that.

If you already had someone inside,
why add me?

Because Emma went silent.

You're telling me she turned?

Who is she, anyway?

Aram says her records were scrubbed.

Yes. By MI-6.

So she's a British agent.

You can't think the FBI is the only
law enforcement agency...

...I have a relationship with.

Elizabeth, none of this changes the fact
that the WITSEC list is still in play.

She knows who I am.

Emma Knightly can be trusted.
I wouldn't have put you in otherwise.

You wouldn't put
me in if she had been reporting.

So whether or not she can be trusted
remains to be seen.

What's so urgent?

I found our in.

To Helldritch? That was fast.

I do a lot of favors.

This cute little chola I had a fling with
who leased server space to Helldritch...

...for a ransomware scam.

She'll know where Helldritch is.

Why don't you bring
our new social engineer with you?

She's proving to be quite an asset.

When I said the job was hard,
I meant working for Reddington.

Don't worry, the others don't know.

How long has it been?

Almost eight years.

I was working as an analyst on low-level
immigration cases when he cut a deal.

Reddington works for MI-6?

I don't know.

I left.

I went to work for him full time.

Why would you ever do that?

I was starstruck.

He made me feel like
I was the center of his universe.

It was exciting and captivating and...

...it consumed me

My work. My marriage.

I had no idea how many lines
I was crossing until it was too late.

It's never too late.

Spoken like someone
who's still in the honeymoon phase.

Trust me, that ends.

You should get out before it does.

She knows you're FBI?
Keen, we gotta pull you out.

Margot's contact says Helldritch
is in Hong Kong.

We have no jurisdiction there.

Our only shot at recovering
the list is to have them steal it...

-...and I've gotta be there.
-And if Emma rolls on you?

She won't.

Why? Because Reddington's
got his hooks in her?

We can't let the Harem steal
the WITSEC list and run with it.

She's with Margot.
You said so yourself.

I know you're worried about me...

...and I appreciate it.

But I trust her.

I'll make contact from Hong Kong.

That's the fourth message I've left.
Should I send someone?

We'll know soon enough.

Carter. I'd stand, but after all these years
I still get aroused when I close a deal.

I closed a deal.

You didn't.

What are you talking about?

Your Bitcoin transfer never arrived.

Something's come up
and my accountant's unreachable.

It'll soon be remedied. You'll have
your money before close of business.

I already have it.
I made a deal with someone else.

With whom, may I ask?

Baldur Magnusson.

You know him?

Mr. Wilson,
good day and happy sailing.

Baldur Magnusson.
That's a coincidence.

I don't believe in coincidences.

To stealing from thieves.

Oh, God.

There you go.

Listen.

Hey.

It's about loyalty, remember?

-To the group.
-No, to me.

You're either in or you're out.

What's it gonna be?

Am I interrupting?

This doesn't concern you.

It doesn't?

Run along, little girl.

Helldritch's home is a fortress.

Hong Kong's premier hotel
for the rich and paranoid.

Helldritch is the only permanent resident
and he was just granted asylum...

...so he's ready to celebrate.

He's retrofitted it with
top of the line security measures.

Guards at every door.
Cameras in every room.

Everything's controlled
by an RFID transmitter.

Radio frequencies emitted by the chip
communicate with every system.

This thing is top shelf.

It includes a gig of storage, which
is where he keeps the WITSEC list.

Problem is,
the chip's implanted in his hand.

So? Shoot him.

Or cut off his hand.

There's a microprocessor in the chip
tied to his heart rate.

If he dies, so does the chip
and everything on it.

Artificial heartbeat.

The chip needs to be plugged into
the device within 20 seconds...

...of being removed from his hand.

Security is state of the art.

Break a window, touch a statue,
whole suite locks down.

So how do we get inside?

-We'll have one in the basement...
-En route, 90 seconds out.

...one in the van spotting,
and you three in the bar.

Now wait for Sasha's go-ahead,
and then...

We crash the party. Can't wait.

About last night....

-It was nothing.
-You protected me.

I have a son.

A junior at boarding school.

He plays soccer.

I visit him sometimes, or at least I try.

I usually just end up sitting in the car,
watching him practice.

I want to talk to him,
but I don't know what I'd say...

...about what I have become.

You act like it's too late.

It isn't. You can still get out.

I dream about that...

...the life I had...

...wishing I could get it back.

I can help you.

The WITSEC list,
when we get it back...

...I can get you on it.

Testify against Margot.

Start over.

Ladies.

Target is on site.

It's go time.

You have officially RSVP'd.

Bedroom is down a hall,
east side of the suite.

Take a left.

Making our way
to the bedroom, Margot.

Sasha, clear to breach?

Looping footage now.

Security's blind for five minutes.

I've got eyes on the target.

The girls should have the bedroom
ready by now.

You are clear for approach.

Congratulations on your citizenship.

Thanks. Hong Kong
recognizes talent when they see it.

I heard you're a man of many talents.

Please elaborate.

You're able to find certain people.

-I don't know what you mean.
-I think you do. The WITSEC list.

Tony Giannusa and I are friends.

Got anywhere we can talk business?

Target is on the move.

-Who are you?
-We were waiting for the loo.

You've been ages.

What are you doing--?
We only have two darts.

What the hell?

Oh, hell no.

Get something to restrain him!

Want to tell me what's going on?

-Jessica, find something!
-I'm looking.

Help! Security!

Here. Use this belt.

Is he still alive?

Ninety seconds until system reset.
I'm locked out after that.

Got it.

Okay, we gotta go.

You good?

Hey, are you okay?

I'll muddle through.

You've got blood on your face.

Go. We'll be right behind you.

Where the hell is Emma going?

What's going on?

She's on the move.

She took the chip.

She's using our exit strategy.
We gotta get out of here.

Jessica's down!

You know the protocol.

Split up.
Rendezvous when the heat's off.

Screw protocol. Jessica's dead.

Emma's got the list!

-See you in 72 hours.
-Wait, wait. What about Emma?

Margot! Margot!

Call an ambulance!

And the cops!

I'm gonna need your security badge...

...and your phone.

The whole thing went sideways.
Jessica's dead.

The rest of the Harem--
I don't know, they split up.

Margot and Sasha
are leaving the country under aliases.

Eva Taylor and Lily Hum.
Aram, can you--

-Tracking them now.
-What about the list?

Emma took it. You were right.

Elizabeth, you know her.

-Clearly I don't.
-You do.

More than any of us.

What did she tell you? Think.

She burned MI-6,
burned Reddington, the Harem.

She has nowhere to go.

Oh, my God. That's it.

Hello, Emma.

How did you find me?

He looks just like you.

I've missed so much.

I don't want to miss any more.

I can't let you sell the list.

I can't let you fund a life on the run
by exposing innocent people on that list.

I don't think you understand me.
I'm done.

I know the consequences.

I have to stop.

I'm out, Raymond.

There's a cabin in Vermont
on Lake Champlain.

Remote. Simple.

Once you're settled,
you'll open a bank account.

Money will be transferred into it
to cover expenses, Will's education.

Why are you doing this?

If you wanted out, Emma,
you should have come to me.

I didn't think that was an option.

I'm sorry.

So I'm out?

The list.

You need to let her go.

Emma's disappeared.

You got to her before we could

Yes.

The list.

She betrayed you, so you killed her...

...just like you killed Mr. Kaplan?

Elizabeth--

And I'm just supposed to
look the other way, right?

Just like I look the other way...

...from all the terrible things you do
for the greater good.

Just like this list.

You want to kill someone
the government's protecting.

But you can't find them,
so you had us...

...find this list for you.

Years ago, a Wisconsin housewife
named Maureen Rowan was outside...

...in the wee hours
with the family dog...

...Dodger.

It was absolutely frigid.

No one in their right mind
would be out in that kind of bitter cold...

...and if not for
Dodger's aging bladder...

...I imagine Maureen
would have been fast asleep.

But as fate would have it, her neighbor,
Alexei Lagunov...

...theavtoritet of a Russian bratva...

...felt, given the late hour
and windchill...

...he and his boyeviks could move a body
from his basement...

...to the trunk of an associate's car
without being observed.

They didn't count on
Dodger's call to nature.

So Maureen had a choice between...

...remaining silent
or doing the right thing.

She chose to testify.

And while she helped
bring Alexei Lagunov to justice...

...she also forfeited the rest of her life
in doing so.

She's on that list.

Who is she to you?

Maureen Rowan is Kate's sister--
Mr. Kaplan's sister.

I didn't need to find her.

I just needed to...

...make sure no one else can.

This doesn't excuse what you've done.

No.

No, it doesn't.

Raymond.

I told her because I felt
it was important for her to know.

I understand.

Margot Rochet, you're under arrest
for the murder of Craig Gaynier.

Come here.

Margot Rochet is in custody...

...and Sasha Lau was just picked up
at passport control.

Helldritch's facing charges in Hong Kong
in connection with Jessica Piha's death.

And Emma Knightly?

Agent Keen recovered
the WITSEC list from Reddington.

What that means for Emma Knightly,
I can't say.

-Where is he?
-He's gone.

How much did he take?

He's gone, Mr. Reddington.

The missus said it was a heart attack.

-And the money? Where is it?
-I don't know.

Nobody knows except Mr. Smoll.

He'd transfer it
to an untraceable account...

...then arrange the Bitcoin wire
to pay for the ships.

The wire wasn't made.
All that money...

...it's still just sitting there
in some anonymous account.

I mean, that could be anywhere
in the world.

Thank you, Abe.

Smoll didn't have a heart attack.
Someone killed him.

Someone determined to start a war.