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[HELLER] 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. (CHUCKLES) Right.

All right, 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!

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

(THUD)

♪♪♪♪

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.

♪♪♪♪

(TWO SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(THUDDING)

♪♪♪♪

(CELL PHONE BEEPS, DIALS)

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

Tell Obenrader
there's one loose end.

♪♪♪♪

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 occasional 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.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Please congratulate
Teva for us. Ah.

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? (DOOR CLOSES)

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.

RESSLER: 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.

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

ARAM: 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.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS) PARK: 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.

(CELL PHONE RINGS) 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.

COOPER: 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.

AGNES: 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.

COOPER: 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.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

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?

CSI AGENT: 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.

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

Looks like we got a runner.

Yeah, but running from what?

(PUNCHES LANDING)

(GRUNTING)

If now's not a good time...

Loyalty, Godwin.

Loyalty and trust.

Nothing matters more. (GRUNTING)

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!

♪♪♪♪

RESSLER: The blood found at the
scene belonged 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.

RESSLER: 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.

♪♪♪♪

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

ARAM: Oh.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

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 spoilsport.

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 voila.

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.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

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

♪♪♪♪

(HORNS HONK IN DISTANCE)

(MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

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. Whoa. No. Rocco. Rocco!

And when they don't
get their way,

they pull the trigger.

Hey, he said you were FBI.

He's FBI.

Rocco's certifiable.

So, how about those
security feeds?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

REDDINGTON: 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've 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.

(CHUCKLING) 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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(KEYS CLICKING)

There's Mr. Reddington.

Which means that little fellow

must be his handler.

♪♪♪♪

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪♪♪♪

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.

♪♪♪♪

When 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?

RESSLER: Well, I wish
I could tell you,

but, uh, our
investigation's ongoing.

Hands!

(GRUNTS)

♪♪♪♪

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

(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

OBENRADER: 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? (KNOCKS ON DOOR)

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.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

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.

REDDINGTON: Harold. Where
are you with Obenrader?

Any progress? More
than progress.

(DOOR CLOSES) 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.

COOPER: 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.

COOPER: 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.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS, DIALING)

(LINE RINGS)

FEMALE VOICE:
Record at the tone.

(BEEPS) RESSLER:
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.

♪♪♪♪

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

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.

♪♪♪♪

(SIGHS)

(LOCK CLICKS)

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.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

What is this?

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

(STAMMERS)

Please close the door.

I'd like this part
to be private.

♪♪♪♪

RESSLER: 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 ten 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?

TOWNSEND: 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.

(GASPS) 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.

(DOOR OPENS)

Get up.

What's going on?

You're taking a trip.

(HANDCUFFS CLINKING)

OBENRADER: 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.

(BEEPS) D-6 inbound.
Cargo on deck.

MAN: Copy that.

♪♪♪♪

(RADIO CHATTER)

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!

(GUNFIRE)

WOMAN: Aah!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN: 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...

Ten 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.

(LAUGHING) 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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

(SNIFFLES)

(CHUCKLES) 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 resume.

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.

PARK: Remind me again
what we're doing.

We're gonna track Laghari from
her pickup point to Townsend.

PARK: (OVER RADIO) 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.

RESSLER: 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.

PARK: What about Keen?

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

Why can't she tell us?

RESSLER: I wish she
would, but she won't.

Not until it's done.
ARAM: What's done?

RESSLER: I wish I knew.

♪♪♪♪

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

JAX: 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?

ARAM: 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

(CELL PHONE RINGS)
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.

RESSLER: And what
makes you think that?

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

It's a live call.

LIZ: Something you give someone to
keep them from doing something else.

Okay. Agent Park,
turning west on Clyborne.

You have eyes?

PARK: Copy that.
West on Clyborne.

So, what about Moscow?

I was able to send someone.

ARAM: Looks like they're
coming to a stop.

Keep your distance.

RESSLER: Any word
on the extraction?

No. Shouldn't be a problem.

But if you're right and Townsend
suspects we're working together...

LIZ: 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.

GODWIN: 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.

♪♪♪♪

ARAM: What's going
on? Is she there?

(SIGHS) 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.

ESI: I'm meeting
the team in ten.

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.

PARK: 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.

LAGHARI: 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.

♪♪♪♪

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

♪♪♪♪

(WHISPERING CONTINUES)

Miss Laghari, it appears
that something has come up.

If you'll excuse me.

Ah!

(GRUNTING)

♪♪♪♪

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

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.

LIZ: 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.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

♪♪♪♪

TOWNSEND: 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.

♪♪♪♪

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