All language subtitles for The Blacklist 8x16 - Nicholas Obenrader (English)

When I agreed to launder
the money for Townsend,

you said it would
all fly under the radar,

and now I've got the IRS
breathing down my neck.

Have you spoken with
any of your associates about

- our arrangement?
- Did you hear what I said?

I could go to prison!

Your associates. Do they know?

Just Charlie.

I had to. He... He does our accounting.

I don't have a good feeling about this.

Do you have a good feeling about this?

All I know is corporate
sent this guy to advise

about the IRS thing.

He's like a consultant.

I'm sure we have nothing to worry about.

Companies get audited
all the time, right?

- Yeah.
- Right.

Alright, I think we're all set here.

All set? What's the plan?

You said you were taking care of this!

Mr. Heller, I've already
taken care of it.

By this time tomorrow,
the audit will be closed.

I don't understand.

If it's taken care of, why are you here?

To ask you to move away from the window.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Please.
- No! No, no!

No, no, no, no!

So, what did you think about that...

Ladies. If you don't mind.

Where's Charlie?

I don't know. He was just here.

Should we wait for him?

No need. This will be quick.

Send in the crew.
It's time to disinfect.

Tell Obenrader there's one loose end.

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How's Teva?

She graduates from
Boston University in May.

It's already been four years?

She wouldn't be there if it
weren't for this one.

Oh, no, no, no, no. It was all Teva.

Although, I do write an
excellent recommendation letter.

It's an endangered talent.

I hope you asked me here
to pay back the favor.

You need something boosted,
tell me where and when,

I'll send me crew.

Thom, rumor has it
your crew does some work

for Neville Townsend.

We freelance for him.
The occasionally gig.

He picks the target, we do the job.

Proceeds get split 60-40.

Actually, they don't.

What are you talking about?

Luis Espinoza. You know him?

Sure. The jobs I do for
Townsend... he assigns them.

To you and everyone else.

Espinoza manages
all of Townsend's heisting

and boosting, his capers and pilferage.

He decides which crews
work on which jobs.

Now, you take 40%.

The crews he prefers to assign take 30%

and kick back 10% to him.

Knowing you to be a principled thief,

I assume that's not a wheel
you are greasing.

It's not.

Which could explain
why Espinoza just pulled us off

a job in Berlin.

Our take would've been seven figures.

10% of which is now being paid to him

by the crew he sent in your place.

That sniveling weasel.

Does Townsend know about this?

I don't believe so.

If he did, Espinoza would be out.

And here I thought it was
my turn to do you the favor.

Please congratulate Teva for us.

If she's interested in law school,

I know the predilections
of several Ivy League Deans.

Nice to see you, old friend.

You, too.

- Thom McCarty?
- Yeah.

We know each other?

No. Only by reputation.

Thom, this is Donald Ressler.
Careful what you say.

Black shoes, cheap suit,
flat stomach, regulation cut.

Don't get me wrong.

He's bent, just not as bent
as we might like.

I'll be on my way then.

Safe travels, Thom.

Why must you always be early?

Why must you only associate with crooks?

Criminals, Donald, not crooks.

You can call a prostitute an escort.

She's still a hooker.

After all these years,

you still see the world
in black and white.

Oh, I see in gray.
I just do my best to avoid it.

Along with small talk.
You said you had a case.

More like a riddle.

I recently learned that
Townsend laundered money

through a listing agency
called Kelmund Realty.

Unfortunately, the cooked books

came to the attention of the IRS.

Sounds pretty fortunate to me.

If looked at in black and white.

The gray of it is

72 hours after the IRS gave
Kelmund notice of an audit,

they no longer exist.

They vanished.

The employees, their accounts,
employment records,

articles of incorporation... gone.

Along with the IRS audit.

So, the riddle is how they
pulled off this magic trick.

It's not the how, Donald.

It's the who... Nicholas Obenrader.

2009.

Yakuza profits dip during
the Great Recession.

2012.

Brazil's two largest gangs merge.

2018.

The head of Le Milieu is assassinated,

creating a power vacuum.

Three continents, three
criminal enterprises in crisis.

And according to Reddington,

one common thread... Nicholas Obenrader.

A management consultant
to criminal organizations.

For the Yakuza,
he rerouted laundered assets

through tax havens like Ireland.

He was a headhunter for
Le Milieu, and in Brazil,

he oversaw the downsizing
that occurred after the merger.

How do you downsize
a criminal enterprise?

What... do people get a golden parachute

or a bullet to the head?

Dump and cover. We're out of here in 15.

Mr. Obenrader, this is the one
who Becker said got away.

Tell Becker he's fired.
I don't like loose ends.

I'll take care of this one myself.

Reddington said that
Obenrader's gone in-house for Townsend.

Well, that's why
he gave us this case.

If Townsend hired Obenrader

as his management consultant,

he'll know everything about
his organization.

It's done. We still have one more

loose end to tie up,

but your IRS problem
is no longer a problem.

Good, because it seems
I may have another problem

I need your help with.

It's come to my attention
that Espinoza may be

feathering his own nest.

If that's true, I'll be looking
for a replacement.

Do we have photos of Obenrader?

No. No photos, no prints,
no surveillance.

Obenrader's an alias.

We know what he does,
just not who he is.

He may have made
Kelmund Realty disappear...

...on paper, but they had an office.

Go to it. See what you can find.

Harold Cooper.

Have you read the messages I gave you?

The ones Reddington and his handler

exchanged through the Post?

Yes, we all have.

You're on with the team.

Well, what did they say?

Any news on these mysterious assets?

No.

The messages were urgent
and vague at the same time,

but we were able to identify an address.

A cafe in Paris.

It was referred to a couple of times

in past messages
and once again recently.

We're hoping to pull
a surveillance image

or maybe get a positive ID
on the handler.

I'm sending Aram to investigate.

April in Paris.

Have fun at the strip mall.

Mommy, I'm done!

Oh, I'll be right there, honey.

Agnes?

How's she doing?

She's really good.

But I think we'll all be
a lot better when this is done.

So, what's the address in Paris?

I want to help.

I think it would be best

if we took care of this ourselves.

I'm the reason you know to go to
Paris in the first place.

I'm the one who got you
the messages to decrypt.

Which is why we shared
with you what they said.

If Aram gets a positive ID

on Reddington's handler,

will you share that with me, too?

No.

But hopefully,
we'll be able to question him

and find out what he knows.

What he knows is Reddington is N-13.

And if, or when, he tell us that,

we will take the appropriate action.

Appropriate action? Against Reddington?

I think we all know
that's never gonna happen.

It will if he's an enemy of the state.

Sit tight, Liz, and let us do our job.

I sometimes forget.

All this, and she's dragging
a child with her.

Liz's mom abandoned her.

She would never do the same to Agnes.

I don't understand why you think
this is a crime scene.

Because two and two doesn't equal five.

- No.
- Did they skip out on the rent?

No. They're paid up for
the next six months.

Did they leave a forwarding address?

No address, no phone number.

What bank was the rent check drawn from?

They paid cash.

Okay. So, let's do the math.

They disappear after paying
half a year's rent in cash.

They leave no forwarding address
or phone number,

and, uh, oh, yeah,
all of this after they find out

that the IRS is auditing them.

Does that add up to you?

Office has been scrubbed.

No prints or personal effects,

but there is one thing you should see.

Found blood on the windowsill
in the back storage room.

Alright, run it for DNA.
See if we can't get a match.

Looks like we got a runner.

Yeah, but running from what?

If now's not a good time...

Loyalty, Godwin.

Loyalty and trust.

Nothing matters more.

About that.

I'm concerned Keen may be
feeding the FBI information.

Or she's using them to
feed information to us.

You asked me to monitor her
communications with them.

Her contact is an Agent Donald Ressler.

And who's whispering
sweet nothings to whom?

We'll know soon enough.

Keen changes her burner regularly,

but Agent Ressler's phone is FBI-issue.

I reached out to
our asset at the Bureau.

We're up on his line.

I trust Keen.

But then again, I trusted Espinoza!

And look what that got me!

My problem is I'm just too trusting,

aren't I, Mr. Espinoza?

Call Obenrader.

Tell him to put his headhunter hat on.

Tell him that
Espinoza's employment contract

has been terminated!

The blood sample seems
to belong to a Charles Totten.

Who must have cut himself
trying to escape.

The employees at Kelmund Realty
didn't just disappear.

They were professionally cleaned...

Along with their prints and hard drives.

We sent a unit to Totten's home.

He's not there, and he's not
answering his phone.

But we traced a credit card purchase to

a gas station in Deer Lake.

Homeowners in the area
include a William Totten.

Could be his brother.

If you're right
and Totten is a loose end,

Obenrader knows it and will
want to tie it off.

We need to get to him first.

Oh.

- Whoa.
- Hey!

What are you doing here?
What? Uh... who's he?

Oh, Rocco's my security.

Rocco? Rocco? Really?

I hope there's a croissant in there.

I am starving.

Ah! Yes!

Did Mr. Cooper change his mind
about you helping out?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe. Which means no.

Which means you're not
supposed to be here.

This is so delicious. You want a bite?

Well, not anymore.

Oh, come on. Don't be a spoil-sport.

I wasn't until you showed up.

And just how did you show up?

I mean, how... how exactly
did you find me?

Well, I know the FBI flies
into Le Bourget.

I know you use G5s.

Le Bourget. G5.

Et voil�.

Shall we?

What? Whoa.

You are, uh, not going in there with me.

I did not come all this
way just to eat your croissant.

Fine.

But we go in as cops, not criminals.

We follow the rules.

Can you do that?

There's only one way to find out.

Whoa. Okay. Just wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Excusez-moi.

Bonjour.

Uh. Agent Mojtabai et Keen.

Uh. Nous travaillons pour le FBI.

So what?

Ah. Uh. En anglais.

He, uh, he speaks English.

Uh, okay. Magnifique.

So, we believe that
two people we're investigating

have met here on a number of occasions.

Now, we know who one of the men
is, but not the other,

and, well, looking
at your security footage

would go a long way to
helping us figure that out.

Forget it. I'm not helping you.

I'm a bartender, not an informant.

No. No, no, no.
Believe me, I-I understand.

But these are some really bad people

doing terrible things.

Yeah? Like what?

Well, for starters,
they love pointing guns

at people's heads.

Whoa. No. Whoa. Rocco. Rocco!

And when they don't get their way,

they pull the trigger.

Hey, you said you were FBI.

He's FBI.

Rocco's certifiable.

So... how about those security feeds?

Remy! How was the race?

Unfinished.

I found him right at
the end of the biking leg.

Imagine my surprise,
seeing Dembe in Sarasota.

I know. I haven't called you back.

It's true. You have been a bit dodgy.

But if you had picked up when I called,

I never would have learned
there was such

a singularly dreadful thing
as an ironman.

You never heard of an ironman?

Not unless you're referring
to Rodin's Balzac.

There's a funny phrase.
"Rodin's Balzac."

Although that's bronze, not iron.

So, no, I've never heard of one.

Please, hydrate.

And answer the question
I called you about.

Your message said you wanted
to talk to Priya.

She's my most valuable asset.

Which is why I want her
to be an asset of mine.

If she agrees, I'll compensate
you for your loss.

Pennies on the dollar.

Pennies on the dollar?!

Dembe, are you listening to this?

Pennie... I've never paid pennies
on the dollar in my life.

If I'm known for anything,
it's for overpaying.

He's forever trying to get me
to show some restraint.

But listen, we can resolve
this right now.

I can get Edward to take it up
to a few thousand feet,

circle back around,
come in over the 18th hole,

and drop you right into the grandstand.

We've done it before.
I'm sure we'll do it again.

She's in London.

A client hired her to
recover a rare book.

She's scheduled to deliver it to him

at Ingram Rare Books in Kensington.

Good. Off you go.

Dembe will drop you wherever you like.

If I were you, I'd like the finish line.

I want to ask you a question, and...

I need you to give an honest answer.

Okay.

The bartender.

If he hadn't given us
the surveillance video,

would... you have let Rocco shoot him?

No.

Is Agnes really doing well?

She really is.

Where we live is quiet and peaceful.

I found this amazing woman
to help me with her.

How do you do it?

Stay ahead of us. Fight Mr. Reddington.

Raise a kid.

I'm not giving you the Good
Housekeeping Seal of Approval,

but the fact that you can do it all...

I mean, I sit by my computer
all day, and by 8:00,

I'm in my pajamas on the couch,
eating rainbow sherbet,

watching reruns of "Our Planet."

Thank you.

It was a question, not a compliment.

It sounded like an acknowledgement.

And I don't get a lot of that nowadays.

I can't believe you ate my croissant.

Of all the things you've done,

that might be one of the worst.

I've done some awful things.

I know. That's how much

I was looking forward to eating it.

I tell you what.

After this is over,
I'll buy you a patisserie.

You're that rich?

Whoever said crime doesn't pay
wasn't very good at it.

Oh, my...

Whoa, whoa. There we go.

There's Mr. Reddington.

Which means that little fellow
must be his handler.

Can I help you?

Agents Ressler and Park. FBI.

Are you William Totten?

Yes. What can I do for you?

We're looking for your brother,
Charles Totten.

Oh, um, he's not here.

Is everything okay?

We're going to need to ask you
a few questions about him.

Of course. Come on in.

What was the last time
you saw your brother?

Gosh, must be a couple weeks ago now.

We have reason to believe
that he was in the area

as recently as yesterday.

He didn't check in?

No. I mean, he comes up here sometimes

to fish, but it's...

Is he in some sort of trouble?

Well, I wish I could tell you,

but, uh, our investigation's ongoing.

Hands!

Whoever the hell you are,
you're under arrest.

I don't know who the dead guy is,

and I don't remember how I got there.

All I know...

is that I'm not saying any more.

His name was Charles Totten.

So we're clear,
the CIA's filing paperwork

to move you to a black site
if you don't start talking

about your relationship
with Neville Townsend.

Sir?

Sir, we got a hit.

I enhanced the image
of the man Mr. Reddington

was meeting with in Paris

and ran his face through the database.

Russia desk kicked him back
as one Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR?

Officially, yes.

Not so officially, he's believed to be

a high ranking member of Zaslon,

running black op around the globe.

So Keen was right.

Reddington's using coded messages

to arrange clandestine meetings

with a known
Russian intelligence officer.

Uh, what are you gonna
tell Mr. Reddington?

About this and Keen? Not a word.

- How was she?
- Infuriating.

But I'd be lying

if I said it didn't feel good to
be on the same team again.

I know the feeling. Reddington.

Harold.
Where are you with Obenrader?

- Any progress?
- More than progress.

Agents Park and Ressler brought him in.

Park's interrogating him now.

So, we're right on schedule.

On schedule for what?

Harold, I'm afraid I have to come clean.

I haven't been entirely
forthright with you

on this case,

and I know we discussed being...
more open and honest

with each other.

- We have.
- The truth is,

I have no expectation
that Mr. Obenrader will talk,

let alone reveal any meaningful details

about Townsend or his organization.

Mr. Obenrader understands the blowback

on his loved ones
would be far too great.

We'll see about that.

Don't... Uh, hold on, Harold.

I didn't put the man on your radar

so you could play detective.

I put the man on your radar

so that you could help me
make a new friend.

And how's that supposed to happen?

So, we're not only
in bed with Reddington,

but we're also getting into bed
with Priya Laghari?

That's correct.

Uh, back up. Who's Priya Laghari?

Only a world renowned thief
who dabbles in jewels and art

and classified intelligence.

She's been on
the Bureau's radar for years,

but we've never come close
to catching her.

So, instead of arresting her,
we're gonna work with her.

Why enable Reddington
like this when he's been

blatantly lying to us?

And not to pile on, sir,
but we did just learn that

Mr. Reddington has been canoodling with

a Russian intelligence
operative in Paris.

Neville Townsend is
incredibly dangerous,

to the public and to Elizabeth.

So anything that gets us closer
to him is a win in my book.

Besides, I'd rather
keep Reddington close while

we look into his relationship
with Ivan Stepanov.

If he finds out
we're investigating this,

he'll kill the guy
like he killed Rakitin.

Agreed. So he better not find out.

Or we could just pull Stepanov
off the street.

He's a Russian citizen.

The DOJ's never going to approve that.

Liz wouldn't need their approval.

I know, I know, I know.

It's a terrible idea that
completely sucks.

We cannot trust her. She's not an agent.

And abducting an SVR agent is illegal

and could lead to a huge scandal
if anyone ever found out.

But just... let it suck for a second.

Okay, still sucks.

I agree. It's a terrible idea.

But it's possible that
every other idea is worse.

We can't go through official channels

to question an SVR agent,

yet we find ourselves working with a CI

who may be that SVR agent's
top asset in this country.

You said it yourself, Alina...

The minute Reddington finds out
that we know about Stepanov,

he may kill him,

and try as we might to keep it from him,

we know that Reddington
will probably find out

what we know.

Which means we have a narrow window

to find and question Stepanov.

Reach out to Keen.

Record at the tone.

Hey, Keen, it's me.

Reddington's handler...
His name is Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR. Likely tied in with Zaslon.

Now, we can't get to him.

Not officially.

So, Cooper's sanctioned an extraction,

and he wants you to do the extracting.

Do you have it?

How did you get it through customs?

Packed in my underwear in my suitcase.

You packed a lost book
from the 14th century

with your knickers?

You want it or not?

The cash is inside.

Oh!

Oh, God.

Oh, my...

Oh, my stars.

I've dozed off in caves and coffins,

even squeezed between
the inside and the outside

of the hull of a cargo plane,
but my hand to God,

I have not slept that soundly
since math class.

What's going on?

How did you get in here?

Ah, ah, ah. Priya. Not so fast.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

I wouldn't bet on it.

What is this?

This is where Nigel walks
so you and I can talk.

Please close the door.

I'd like this part to be private.

Reddington's handler...
His name is Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR. Likely tied in with Zaslon.

Now, we can't get to him.
Not officially.

So, Cooper's sanctioned an extraction,

and he wants you to do the extracting.

How long ago was this?

No more than 10 minutes.

Has there been contact since?

If she called him back, it
wasn't on the cell we've tapped.

Sir, I believe you have to
ask yourself why Miss Keen

is working behind the scenes
with the Bureau?

She said she came to you because
she couldn't trust the Bureau.

And they couldn't trust her.

If they're right...

If they've ID'd Reddington's handler...

That's a game changer.

Have our people in Moscow
get eyes on this Stepanov,

and tell Roman to assemble a team.

What about Miss Keen?

Give her a job.
Doesn't matter what it is.

Keep her here and keep her occupied

until we know what it is

- we're dealing with.
- _

Elizabeth, excuse me.
Do you have a moment?

Mr. Townsend's asking.

Uh, sure thing. What's going on?

This is a first.

Typically, clients
want me to break into safes,

not meet inside of them.

I would think it
a terrible curse to be typical.

Let me guess.
I stole something from you.

A painting. Jewelry.

Your heart?

I want to be your angel.

Not interested.

I imagine they'd be terribly expensive,

these heists you pull.

All those gadgets and gizmos,

the glass cutters and suction cups.

Have you ever scaled
the side of a glass building?

- It's on my list.
- Good.

I hope that list is a long one,
because whatever is on it,

I'm here to provide.

Not just money or toys... They're easy.

I'm talking about a life,

one where you can walk away
from your clients

and thieve just for the fun of it.

I know who you are.

Then you know I can afford to make this

the last job you ever have to take.

One job. That's all I need.

What do I have to steal?

Nothing.

I want you to infiltrate
Neville Townsend's organization.

Get up.

What's going on?

You're taking a trip.

Where are you taking me?

You can't just transport me.

I have rights.

I haven't even spoken to my lawyer.

Where you're headed, Nicholas,
you don't get a lawyer.

D-6 inbound. Cargo on deck.

Copy that.

He give you any trouble?

No. Teddy bear.

Is that the paperwork?

Who are these guys? What is this?

Well, we gave you a chance to talk.

Now it's their turn.

Whose turn?

Where are you taking me?

It's a long flight, buddy.

You gotta take a whiz,
I suggest you do that now.

Gun!

Aah!

Go, go, go!

What's going on? Who are you?

I can tell you who we're not.

The CIA.

And that's good news for you.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.

Oh.

Do you think he bought it?

I mean, I bought it.

You know what I love?
I love a good mystery.

Like, what's in all these boxes?

Of course, a mystery is only as good

as the story around it.

So here's yours...

10 minutes ago, you were
headed for a black site,

scratchy, polyester jumpsuits,
bright lights all night,

horrific food, crushing solitude.

Irrelevance.

I appreciate what you did,

and I would happily return the favor

by doing a thorough overview

of your entire organization
free of charge.

Oh, my gosh!

The things you'd find!

Square pegs in round holes,
misfits and outliers.

But you know what? I like it that way.

I trust how it feels.

The only things I consult
are my gut and my friend.

And why did your gut
tell you to save me?

How do you know it wasn't my friend?

But I digress.

Neville Townsend asked you
to find someone

to manage the heist crews he employs.

I have a candidate.

I don't discuss client business.

I'm sure that you can appreciate
the need for discretion.

I can, and I do.

But I find myself
in the unusual position

where indiscretion is
the better part of valor.

So allow me to be indiscrete.

"Spoiler alert," as they say.

The boxes contain an exhaustive

archival record of your clients.

Names. Dates. Numbers.

A who, what, where, when,
and how of your livelihood.

That's the mystery...

My client list.

It is.

And what I might do with
your client list.

Who's the candidate?

Priya Laghari.

I assume her reputation precedes her.

The Iranian nuclear deal.
The Matisse in Rotterdam.

Normally, I'd consider myself lucky

to find such a worthy replacement.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

I need someone inside
Townsend's organization.

So, I soured him on Espinoza,
Townsend took him out,

called you in, and here we are.

I consult with Mr. Townsend
about personnel,

avoiding redundancy,
and profit maximization.

I have no interest in
his politics or rivalries,

or in placing a mole
within his organization.

Fine. Then you can volunteer.

I consult with Mr. Townsend

virtually or over the phone.

We've never met.

I don't even know where he works.

Mm. Miss Laghari then.

Advocate for her

and you can keep
your client list to yourself.

Obenrader raved about her,
and you can see why.

Laghari has an outstanding r�sum�.

Why are you showing this to me?

I value your opinion.

About what thief to hire?

We're partners in
going after Reddington,

and when that ends,

I'm hoping our partnership can continue,

and... and don't... Don't say no

until you let me show you
more of what I do,

starting with Laghari.

I'd like you to bring her in.

What... Now?

Well, I have a meeting
with someone else.

Excuse me, sir. I've heard from Vandyke.

The pickup instructions are in the file.

This is important to me, Elizabeth.

This person you're supposed to meet...

Is there any chance
you can meet them later?

Of course.

Our man in Moscow has
confirmed Stepanov's location.

I want it done quickly.

I've stalled Keen,

but she may already have
assets on the ground.

What you said... about
briefing her on what we do...

If she's working with the FBI...

"If" does me no good.

I need confirmation,
and the best way to get it

is by pretending to trust her
when I don't.

Remind me again what we're doing.

We're gonna track Laghari
from her pickup point

- to Townsend.
- And why are we doing that?

Can't Laghari just tell us his
location once she gets there?

After all, she's spying for us.

No, she's spying for Reddington.

In exchange for cooperating,
we got Reddington to agree

to let us follow her to wherever
Townsend works or lives.

I have a 20.

East side of the park. Heading north.

Okay. Here we go.

What about Keen?

We're working with her to find
Reddington's handler.

Why can't she tell us?

I wish she would, but she won't.

- Not until it's done.
- What's done?

I wish I knew.

The blue van. By the curb.

We got a blue Chevy Astro van,
7th Street side.

Where am I supposed to sit?

You're not.

Right this way.

I got the tail.

Hey, you got a signal?

Like taking candy from a kid.

Not that I would ever do that.

Except once, I had this mad craving

for a Butterfinger,

but, you know, it was Halloween, and...

...I was a kid, too.

Tell me you're calling from Moscow.

I am not. I don't know what's going on.

Townsend sent me to do something.

It's like he knows.

And what makes you think that?

The job. It's... make work.

It's a live call.

Something you give someone
to keep them from

doing something else.

Okay. Agent Park,
turning west on Clyborne.

You have eyes?

Copy that. West on Clyborne.

So, what about Moscow?

I was able to send someone.

Looks like they're coming to a stop.

Keep your distance.

Any word on the extraction?

No. Shouldn't be a problem.

But if you're right
and Townsend suspects

we're working together...

We're not working together.

We have the same goal.

But so does Townsend.

We're aligned against Reddington.

Maybe. But if Townsend knew

that we were even talking,

I doubt that he'd be so understanding.

I'll call you as soon as I know.

You wanted confirmation.
You just got it.

She's not wrong.

We're all aligned against Reddington.

Yeah, but based on that call,

I'd say she and the feds
are aligned against us.

That's not what I heard.

Then you weren't listening.

You think you're giving her
the rope to hang herself.

I fear you may be giving her
the rope to hang all of us.

This was easy.

Or not.

Her driver just left her.

Well, maybe there's another pickup.

I don't think there's another pickup.

What's going on? Is she there?

You were right.

It was like taking candy from a kid.

Only we were the kids.

Priya Laghari.

I-I feel as if I'm in
the presence of greatness.

Mm. It's a fact, not a feeling.

May I kiss the ring,

which I assume was stolen at Cannes?

St. Moritz.

A trophy that once belonged
to a trophy wife.

Mm.

As touching as this is to watch,
I'm gonna go.

Of course. Go, go, go. Oh, oh!

Your appointment.

I hope you were able to reschedule it.

Turned out not to be a problem.

I was able to send someone in my place.

- Were you?
- Yeah.

Please tell me it's done.

I'm meeting the team in 10.

It'll be done in 20.

Sit tight. I got this.

That's right. A hole.

In the floor of the van?

What we don't know is where
or when she got out.

Which means we're totally
reliant on Reddington.

Whatever Laghari
finds out about Townsend,

she's gonna tell him.

And we're gonna trust that
he turns around and tells us.

He might.

I mean, normally, he wouldn't.

I mean, normally, he's got an agenda

that we do not know about,
but this time,

we... we want the same thing.

I think.

If we wanted the same thing,
Reddington wouldn't

have let Obenrader go.

But if we'd officially
arrested Obenrader,

then it may have tipped Townsend
that Laghari's a plant.

Maybe when this is all over,

Mr. Reddington will
circle back to Obenrader.

You know, I'll, uh,
include your optimism

in my debrief to Cooper.

Seriously. Us and Mr. Reddington,

we are totally in sync on this, right?

We'll hear when we hear.

I know, but why haven't we heard?

Camus thinks the world is meaningless

and that happiness comes from accepting

that nothing matters.

He's an Absurdist.

And we live in a Theater of the Absurd.

Getting the FBI to believe
they helped us insert a spy

when in fact, they helped us
insert an assassin.

I'm sure
it's not jewels you're after.

What exactly is it you want me to steal?

All of it.

That's a lot.

At any one time,
our organization is tracking

a variety of vulnerable
and defenseless assets.

Contraband in transport.
Exposed money laundering sites.

We don't discriminate.
We take what we can.

So, what are we talking about?

I'm talking about putting
you under contract.

Paying you to identify items
that we might steal.

Mr. Townsend.
So terribly sorry to interrupt,

but it's a matter that can't wait.

Excuse me.

It's about Moscow.

Miss Laghari, it appears
that something has come up.

If you'll excuse me.

Ah!

I just heard from the Russia desk.

- What is it?
- Moscow's lighting up.

Turns out Ivan Stepanov was abducted

from his apartment
in the Pokrovsky Hills.

Keen.

She must have gotten to him.

She make contact?

No. I left her several messages,
but she hasn't picked up.

Let's assume that's a good thing.

I thought you said it was done.

It was about to be done.

That's when the place started
swarming with cops.

I can't believe this is happening.

Not just regular cops...

Someone rang a bell,
and there's all these

important looking people here.

You got to get out of there.

You think this might be the work
of your friends in the FBI?

I have no idea what to think.

Is it done?

I haven't heard from Laghari,

but I just heard from Moscow.

What? What happened?

Our friend...

he's been taken.

Do you know who I am?

Because I know who you are.

You're the one who created the archive

that destroyed my family.

I also know you continue
to feed intel to N-13.

Katarina Rostova was N-13.

And Katarina Rostova is dead.

Yes, but Katarina Rostova was framed.

Which means I dedicated my life

to the hatred of an innocent woman.

But you know that.

Just like I know that
you're working with Reddington.

What I don't know is why.

Why you protect him. Why you help him.

Why... my family had to die

so that you could carry out whatever...

plan you two are hatching.

I have a lot of "whys."

Let's hope you're prepared
to offer some answers.