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Mr. Reddington.

So pleased you made it, sir.

Ha! So am I.

What a ride.

You can't imagine what
it took to get here.

And might I say
not a moment too soon.

We are in for
quite a storm.

Arthur Rodman.
I'm at your service.

What a place.

This is lovely.

I'm sorry.
I wasn't prepared for...

You were told
no seconds are permitted?

Oh, no, no,
Dembe won't be staying.

Raymond, are you sure
this place is secure?

Oh, you needn't worry.
The island is a safe haven.

Mr. Vries, our owner, offers it to
men and women such as Mr. Reddington

as a place to do business
or resolve disputes

with absolute privacy
and security.

And your property is the
only one on the island, yes?

Yes. My employer provides
staff, lodging, fine dining.

You should go before
the sky gets any darker.

Please.

And don't worry.
I'll see you here in two days,

and we'll celebrate.

I don't trust
Cassandra.

Ah.

Eat a whole pizza,
read a couple of great books.

Maybe take the kids skating.
My God, I can't remember

the last time you had
a whole weekend off.

Two days, Raymond.

Remember, you promised
Agnes to be at the ballet.

I'll see you Sunday.

Not to worry.

All firearms
will be kept in a safe

until the proceedings
are complete.

There he is.
In the flesh.

Hello, Cassandra.

You're looking like
the best of times.

I wasn't sure
you were going to make it.

I had to come.
I couldn't let down the others.

The others. Mm.

Well, to be honest,
I was hoping that part of you came for me.

The best part did.

You brought
your piece?

Of course.

Then it's official.

We have the complete set.

You're convinced
it's the right time to sell?

I am. But, um...

Relax.
Business later.

I'll lay everything out
for the group tonight.

We will stay out
of your way during your stay,

but anything you need,
Mr. Reddington,

don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you, Arthur.

Think it's bugged?

Annika, your brow
is already furrowed.

I swept my whole room...
The basket, the vents.

It appears clean.

That's a relief.

Mm.

You bring it?

Hmm. I brought it.

I didn't want to touch it,
but...

Same old Annika.

You've been reading
ghost stories.

Not ghost stories,
news stories.

It came
from a tomb, right?

The original dig
was in Turkey...

Give me a hug.

Three of the archaeologists
are dead...

One pancreatic cancer,
one suicide,

one heart disease.

You think
the caskets we stole

gave an archaeologist
pancreatic cancer?

They are cursed.

I believe you.

- Well, I believe you believe you.
- Mm-hmm.

That innate sense of danger
is what drove you to become

perhaps the single best
security expert I know.

I'm right.
Don't touch it.

Have you seen the others?

Mm, just Margo.

You think
I haven't changed?

Come on.

She's exactly where
you'd think she'd be.

Ready, Margo?

Thirty seconds.

Go.

Ah. Know what
I'm thinking, Margo?

I'm thinking
of all the ways

I'm going to be
spending your moneys, yes?

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

Boo-yah!

I can name three other can
openers who could crack those locks.

Only one could do it
in 30 seconds,

and none could do it
after a half pint of aquavit.

Reddington,
you dapper dog.

Margo, you're a Viking.

Five grand says
I can do it again in 20.

No dice. I came here to make
money, not give it away.

Good evening, Margo.

Hello, Mahmoud.

Mahmoud, your hearing
has gotten worse?

Oh, it's not all gone.
But soon.

I'm terribly sorry.

You're kind. But when I decided
to blow things up for a living,

I knew there'd be
occupational hazards.

Tell me, did I detect a chill
in the air from the two of you?

Are you on again
or off again?

Ah.

Welcome, everyone.

Thank you for coming.

I hope after
what you're about to hear,

you'll decide
that it has been worth it.

Let's talk business.

It's been just
under three years

since I first
went to Reddington,

told him about the caskets,
asked him to fund the job...

You have buyer or not?

Let her talk.

I want to say
we did the right thing.

No legitimate fence would've
touched what we had.

Every art crime cop in every
continent was watching.

The right thing to do
was split it and wait.

And you think
it's been long enough?

I do. We've seen a number of
high-profile thefts this year.

The FBI, INTERPOL,
they're busy elsewhere.

It's time to move.

Who's the buyer?

A collector, with a particular
interest in Byzantine art.

I did some research and
floated the idea last month.

You should've
asked us first.

- I agree.
- I don't.

As the architect,

it's Cassandra's right
to explore a next move.

Everything was done
anonymously.

He has no idea who we are,

but he is on his way,
and weather permitting,

he should be here
this time tomorrow.

What kinda bread
we baking?

Ah, it's hard to know.

Each individual piece
could be worth a few million,

but the complete set increases
the potential number to maybe...

Seventy-five.

- No, that's high.
- Come on.

The Blue Wittelsbach-Graff
Diamond went for over $23 mil.

The Qianlong vase
went for 53,

or maybe you think I'm too
dumb to do my homework.

- Take it easy.
- Easy?

The five of you
got 18% each.

That's even cut
for each specialty.

But me, I'm just a goon with a
gun, so I only get 10%?

No way I'm letting you undersell
and cut my take even more.

- Keep your voices down.
- Nobody wants to undersell...

You know what? Rules say

we don't sell
unless it's unanimous,

so maybe I don't agree to
anything until my cut is even!

That's enough, Joko.

You got 10%
because you came in late,

not because anyone here
undervalues your contribution.

As far as I'm concerned,
the goon with the gun,

he's the real operator.

He's the one who has to handle
himself under pressure

when things go sideways.

He's the one everyone
else has to rely on.

The goon with the gun doesn't do his
job, there is no job.

We needed you.

Nobody's ever said otherwise
except maybe you.

At the end of the day,
you accepted your cut,

and it's done.

So, let's all take a breath
and remember we're friends.

I vote we sell.

Agreed.
The sooner the better.

- Agreed.
- Then I make five.

Agreed.

Holy Mary Mother of God,
protect me now and always.

Margo,
yours is the last.

It's beautiful.

Margo. Your nose.

You should sit down.

Margo!

Margo.

Can you hear me?

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I'll ask Mahmoud
if Margo has any family,

and if so, I'll see
that they get her remains.

Grab a tablecloth there.

What do you think
happened to her?

What is it?

What do you see?

It was the curse!

Annika, please,
that's not helpful right now.

Y-You think
I'm kidding?

Margo was number four.

Four bodies connected
to these caskets

in the three years
since they were found!

She said stop it.

Everyone, just
try to calm down.

What could've happened?

Come on.
Are you serious?

I'll tell you what happened.

Diabetes. Hypertension...

You hardly knew her.

I don't have to know her.
Look at her.

Morbidly overweight,
probably alcoholic.

- Did she smoke?
- Yes, but...

Then the question isn't
why it happened.

It's why it didn't
happen sooner.

All right,
Joko, you made your point.

Margo could crack a bank vault

in less than eight minutes

under withering pressure.

She had ice water
in her veins.

Okay, she didn't
make healthy choices,

but this had nothing
to do with stress

or hypertension
or a curse.

You think
somebody killed her.

Why? Who would do that?

Someone who stands to gain
from her death.

That could be
any one of us.

Before, it was a six-way split.
Now it's only five.

Perhaps,
but only one of us

was complaining about
the size of their percentage.

You think I killed
your girlfriend?

She wasn't my girlfriend.

That's right.
You two broke up,

so maybe you killed her.

Maybe you can't handle idea

of her shacking up
with someone new.

Go to hell!

Mahmoud, look at me.

We are genuinely sorry
for your loss.

But the truth is,
we don't have enough evidence

to start accusing each other
of homicide.

I suggest
we all turn in early

and look at this

with fresh eyes
in the morning.

What about
Margo's casket?

If everyone agrees,
I'll hold onto it for now.

We do.

Everyone else,
take yours with you.

We'll reconvene here
at 7:00 a.m.

Do you remember
what happened

the last time you knocked
on my door at 2:00 a.m.?

Yes, you shot at me.

I thought you were
someone else.

You thought
I was your husband.

I like committing
crimes of passion.

Want to commit one now?

I had something a bit
more frigid in mind.

Petechial hemorrhages?

Broken blood vessels

in her eyes.

Also on the inside
of her lips

and underneath
her fingernails.

That means
she was poisoned?

Not definitively, no,
but it certainly suggests it.

We won't know for sure
until we open her up.

What?

We need towels,

tongs, and a ladle.

Doesn't matter what size.

Boy, you really know how
to show a girl a good time.

Tell me, do you do autopsies
during all your dates,

or am I special?

I never heard from you
after Marseilles.

Was a perfect job.

An even more perfect four days
together at Hotel de la Mer.

Can I have a towel?

Raymond.

I've walked away
from Marco.

From everything.

I thought
you would, too.

I was going to.

Till I found out we took nearly
$40 million from that vault,

not 30.

You're either very bad at math
or very good at lying.

I'm good at both.

What I'm terrible
at is life.

Another towel.

After Marseilles,
I heard about a job in Lisbon.

Big score,
but it came with a big overhead.

Tunneling gear,
commercial grade, the works.

I thought about bringing it to
you, but I couldn't.

You say you walked away
because I took the money,

but I took it because
you'd already walked away.

Can you hold that?

I shouldn't
have done it,

but I was hurt, and...

I regret it.

You have no reason
to believe me,

but I do.

Tell me about Lisbon.

Uh, I invested
everything I had

and even some
I didn't have.

And then,
at the last minute,

just two days before
we were set to move,

the museum shipped the
piece back to New York,

made a secret deal to trade
exhibits, and that was it.

I lost
my entire investment.

Why are you
telling me this?

You asked.

You brought it up.

Why?

Because I've had a run
of bad luck lately,

and I've been thinking
a lot about why.

You sound like Annika.

It's no accident

that things went wrong
when I burned what we had.

I would do anything
to take it back,

to go back to that suite

at Hotel de la Mer.

The ladle.

The ladle.

She bled to death
internally.

Must be half
her blood supply.

How?

Some kind of
anti-coagulating agent.

When blood's that thin,
you can spontaneously hemorrhage.

Every organ,

all your veins, arteries

start leaking
into the viscera.

You're sure?

This didn't happen
naturally.

Someone killed her.

Someone on this island.

Murdered?

You wanted a forensic
investigation.

That's what it showed.

Where's Joko?

I-I knocked
on his door.

And you're sure?

Yes.
She was poisoned,

dosed with
an anti-coagulating agent.

D-Dosed?
You... You mean injected?

It seems more likely
it was administered orally,

in her food
or something she drank.

Last night at dinner?

What I saw would've
taken hours to develop...

Six, maybe even eight.

What time
did Margo get here?

- Yesterday morning. We all did...
- W-W-What you saw?

You did an autopsy?
You cut her open?

So it happened
here on the island.

I saw you
having breakfast with her.

- You think I killed her?
- As far as motives go,

there aren't any
more powerful than love.

Money.

Maybe, but if money
were the objective,

why stop there? Why not
kill the rest of us, too?

I have no idea.

But I'm sure as hell
going to ask!

Ask who?

Well, only one of us
isn't here.

Mahmoud, the man's
three times your size.

What do you intend to do,
poke him to death?

He's right. Will you stop?

We don't even know
it was him.

Joko!

Come out here!

Watch out.

Oh, my God.

None of us
are capable of this.

For a treasure
like the caskets,

people are capable
of anything.

I agree.

But he wasn't killed
for the treasure.

I don't know
what's happening,

but clearly, this isn't
about the caskets.

Annika, you can't leave.

Are you kidding me?
I am not interested in dying here!

Oh, look,
we should stick together

until we know
what we're dealing with.

You have my casket.

It is yours.
I don't want it.

That's ridiculous.

You're walking away
from millions.

Five bodies!

I won't be the sixth.

You going?

Damn right,

and if you are smart,
you will go with me...

You, Cassandra,
and Mahmoud.

Mahmoud.

Where is he?

Mahmoud?

- Annika, listen to me.
- Please, please, please, please.

Hello?

- Hello?
- If we just stick together,

we can talk this out.

Hello? Anybody here?

Mahmoud.

Hello?

Hello? Is anybody here?

- Please...
- Annika.

- Somebody help!
- What are you doing?

Where is Arthur?
I want to see him right now.

I want off this island.

I want him
to fly me home!

Annika, stay calm.

No one's going anywhere
in this weather.

The plane can't fly.

We have to wait
for the weather to clear.

You!

You brought us here!

Wait, Mahmoud! Please!

You did this!

- You poisoned her!
- No!

You put something
in her nebulizer!

You poisoned us all!

Mahmoud! Mahmoud.

Lower the gun.

Think!
It had to be her!

She set us up!
She walked us into a trap!

Lower your weapon now!

Get away from her!

Mahmoud, I won't
tell you again.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

You were right.

I have no reason
to believe you.

About Marseilles
or about this.

I didn't do this.

But I know who did.

I worked
through a fence in Boston.

He introduced me
to a potential buyer

who turned out to be
an FBI undercover agent.

He played with me
for a few days.

He made sure
he got me on tape,

and then he arrested me
for theft

and interstate transportation
of stolen property.

And you cut a deal.

Is that why you
brought us together?

Save yourself
by giving us up?

I didn't
give them your names,

and I got it in writing that
they wouldn't ask for them.

Well, if they didn't want us,
what did they want?

You remember where
the caskets were found?

An archaeological dig
in the Kayseri Province.

One of the archaeologists
was a CIA agent

using the dig as cover to meet
with his Turkish sources.

Source...
What sources?

American operatives inside
the Turkish government.

They told you this?
The FBI?

The Turks had figured out
who he was.

They knew that he had a list

of American assets
inside their country.

They killed him for it.

But they didn't
get the list?

No, because he'd already
hidden it as a microdot.

That's what this is about.

The Smithsonian had
sponsored the expedition.

He knew that he could get
the intel out of the country

in the caskets,

which would be sent to D.C.
for further analysis.

So he put the microdot
on one of them.

And the CIA
wants it back

to protect the identities
of their undercover agents.

We made a deal.

I'd help them to recover the
caskets and secure their intel,

and in return, they'd let us walk...
All of us.

But then,
it all went sideways.

It went sideways because
they weren't CIA agents.

They lied to you.

And we won't know why
until we read the microdot.

Do you have
your cell phone with you?

It won't work.
There's no service.

We're hundreds of miles
from the nearest tower.

I don't intend
to make a call.

Ah, perfect.

Now we just need
a screwdriver

and some tape...
Any kind of tape.

My father was fascinated
by insects.

Fancied himself
an amateur entomologist.

Ah, great.

By the time I was six,
my father had taught me

that a microscope is
essentially two convex lenses

in relationship
to one another.

I'll never forget
the joy on his face

as he helped me
make my first one,

then watched as I went into
the yard in search of bugs.

The idea that a whole world
that I couldn't see

had suddenly
revealed itself

and been brought
into focus...

...felt like a miracle.

Because it was,

given how often we miss
what's right in front of us.

What I see right
in front of me

is someone
I misjudged.

What's happened tonight,
I should've known.

You could never
have done it.

But we do that,
you and I...

Misjudge each other.

I tonight,
you in Marseilles.

I wanted to run away with you.
You didn't.

What you misjudged
was the reason why.

You thought
it was about you.

It wasn't.
I had obligations.

To the young woman
you were watching over.

Yes.

Her husband wasn't
who he appeared to be.

She was in jeopardy.
I had to intervene.

And... is she still
in jeopardy?

I hope not.

Then maybe you're no longer
under obligation.

Not except
to watch her daughter dance

in Sleeping Beauty
tomorrow night.

You have the caskets?

Yes, four of them.

Where's yours?

In my suite.

Mahmoud's must still
be in his, as well.

If one of these four
has the microdot,

all we need
is a little light,

and we should be able
to read it.

Damn it.

It's so fussy, this.

We need tape.
We really need tape.

Raymond?

Who are they?

The island staff.

Turks got here
before we did.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Thanks for coming.

We have
so many questions.

Let's try this again,
shall we?

I want to know who you are
and why you are here.

I think you
and your homicidal brethren

masquerading
as house staff

are in fact
Turkish operatives.

I think you're here
to recover the microdot,

the one the CIA officer hid
in one of the caskets.

Is that why you're here?

To get the list of Americans
working in your government?

Do you know which casket
you're looking for?

Fair enough.
Maybe you don't speak English.

Let's see
if you recognize numbers.

Three, two, one.

The smallest one.

Ah, so you do
understand numbers.

The smallest casket.

That's why you targeted
Margo first.

That's what the American
told us before he died.

We don't know
if he told the truth.

We're about to find out.

The plan was
to poison the woman only.

Once you were alerted,
our objective changed.

We were told
to eliminate everyone.

Retrieve and examine
all six caskets.

Looks like your
poor CIA officer

did tell you the truth.

You found it?

Yes, but it's not a list

of American assets in Turkey.

It appears we had it
the wrong way around.

Ahmet. Ahmet, come in.

How many operatives
does he have?

Never mind.
I'll ask him myself.

Ahmet,
report your location.

Ahmet's taking a nap.

To whom do I have
the pleasure of speaking?

Reddington.

I know that voice.
Arthur Rodman.

Cassandra, do you realize
what this means?

The butler did it.

Oh, I'm no butler.

Oh, I know exactly
what you are.

You're the bloodhound
the Turks hired

to find the list
of Turkish assets

working within
the American government.

Wait a minute.
Oh, my God.

You're Cornelius Ruck,
aren't you?

I'll be damned.

You tracked Korgeneral Ordu
across the Gibson.

They say you made do
for three days

on nothing but honeypot ants
and eucalyptus.

Oh, my God.
Of course the Turks

hired you to find the list.

Where's the microdot?

We have it,
and we're taking it with us

when we leave the island.

Don't be absurd.

You're never leaving
this island.

You're in a storm with no
transportation or heavy weaponry

facing a dozen
of our best agents.

Surrender, and I'll consider
showing you mercy.

We'll need a little time
to think about that.

You need a little time...

That's long enough.
We've decided.

We're going to forego
the offer to surrender.

Wish us luck.

We don't have a choice.

We're either leaving here
with the caskets or...

Mm.

We should definitely
leave with the caskets.

Mm.

Hi, there.

The knife.

Cassandra. Cassandra,
are you listening?

You have something I want,
the caskets,

and I have someone
you may like to trade for.

Either you bring my casket
to the Bibliotek,

or I put a bullet
in Mr. Reddington's head.

You should have
come to me from the outset.

So many lives
might have been spared.

Mm.

Open it.

Get over there
with her.

So what now?

I get rich.

You die.

Oh.

Well, any time
would be good.

Like now.

You all right?

Raymond!

- It's over.
- No! No!

Goodbye, Mr. Reddington.

Well, hold on.
You forgot the fish.

What... What fish?

The sailfish.
Above the mantle.

What do you know?

It stopped snowing.

So?

Cynthia is nothing if not a
fan of the dramatic reveal.

I can't believe it.

I'm not here
to test your faith, love.

Just to get a number.

That's a nice number.

This calls
for a celebration.

In the south of France,
perhaps.

Do you mean that?

As you said,
I fulfilled my obligation.

Yes.

All but one.

- You guys!
- That was a great show.

- And she was adorable.
- Right? Wasn't it so cute.

Oh, my God.

The cutest.

She may actually be more
adorable in tights than me.

Hey!

Ohh, hi, Agnes.

Oh, my God.

Ready?

I am.

To say goodbye.

I told you,
I'm under no obligation.

I know.

But I saw you watching,
how you looked.

You may have come into her
life out of obligation,

but you're staying in it
for love.

Cassandra...

Who knew
that underneath it all,

you're so sweet?

I didn't think
you'd made it.

Watched from the wings.

And you brought a friend.

If you have plans...

I don't.

Thank you, by the way,
for the intel on the Turkish agents.

You know,
you were right

when you recently
told me that, um,

it's been difficult
since Tom,

but that I have Agnes,
and I should be looking forward

and not back.

And that you deserve
a bigger life.

I agree.

I do.

But so do you.

I don't know
how to do that.

That makes two of us.

Mommy,
where are you?

You should get back.

Thanks again for coming.
It means a lot.

To me, too.

Hey.

We may not have bigger lives,
but we have each other.

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