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I didn't know anything about the
safe-deposit box until I saw the will.

I've had all the necessary
paperwork certified.

The trust and the
death certificate.

The paperwork is in order.

But to access your husband's
box, you will need the key.

Is there anything
else? No, thank you.

I'm terribly sorry for your
loss, Mrs. Reddington.

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The box in Istanbul. Hm?

It's been cleared out.

This was left behind.

I was just starting to feel the
endorphins vibrating in my spleen.

The key.

How did you get it?

Macau. Last winter.

I've always hated Macau.

No, thank you.

The documents in the box
are worth over 10 million.

You stood me up in Florence. I
had to get your attention somehow.

I have a proposition.

In that case, perhaps we
should move to your room.

I'll take the check.

Ha-ha-ha. Right. No. Okay, sure.

Yeah, no, I'll talk
to you soon. Right.

Oh, that was Brian.
He and Katie say hi.

Did you tell him?
Why would I tell him?

I thought he'd ask.

I just told him it's taking
longer than we expected.

I know this is hard.

We spent six months
talking about adoption.

Another year going
through the process.

I know. I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm sorry too.

Katie's pregnant.

That's great.

Mm-hm. We should,
um, get them something.

Have them over for dinner?

Wait. Tom, don't just walk
away while we're talking.

She's breathtakingly unattractive,
but she's worth over 40 million dollars.

The only Vermeer in private hands.
That's considered a masterpiece?

Last night, I got up for a scoop of
orange sherbet and she caught my eye.

I just stood here in the
dark squinting at her.

Poor thing ruined my appetite.

Even after I went back to bed,

all I could hear was the hideous
music she must be playing.

Didn't sleep a wink.
Why did you buy it?

Oh, my God, no. She's not mine.

She belongs to some hedge
fund manager who lives here.

I thought you lived
here. Well, for now.

The owner's been on vacation ever
since the SEC started its investigation.

I've never met the man, but
his housekeeper is an old friend.

Please.

Do you have any idea how
much the U.S. government

has spent on signals
intelligence in the past year?

No. Your country
has become a nation

of eavesdroppers. Frequency domains,
triangulation, satellites, crypto-whatever.

You've forgotten that what
matters most is human intelligence.

Alliances,
relationships, seduction.

Madeline Pratt is a
master... Madeline Pratt?

Madeline Pratt... Is a thief.

And a woman...

of singular talents.

And now you want something of hers
and you expect the FBI to help you get it.

It was the right decision...

not to have the baby.

What did she take from you?

I'm sorry for your suffering.

Madeline Pratt.
How do we find her?

Finding her is easy.
Catching her is difficult.

Luckily, she's asked me
to help her plan a heist.

To steal what?

The Effigy of Astarte.

The effigy was
thought to be lost,

disappeared from the
British Museum in 1983.

Two months ago, it pops up at an
estate sale in Henderson, Kentucky.

The feds raided the auction
and paraded it back to the Syrians.

Ah. Here it is, the effigy.

Novak, I have friends who are
looking for this funny little statue,

and they're not
interested in antiquities.

What is the real
story? The Kungur Six.

It's said that when the
Cold War was ending,

its owner hid a list inside
the effigy, a list of Soviet spies.

Why is that relevant today?

The Kungur Six are still active
and are said to be responsible

for some of the most
damaging intelligence breaches

in the past 30 years.

Find the effigy
and you find them.

Finding them would be the Holy
Grail of U.S. counterintelligence.

You allowed him to vet
everyone that works here?

I made no promises. It was
a precondition of his return

that aside from security and principal
staff, everyone else has to be off-site.

I agreed to his terms
to get him in here.

Where we go from
here is up to me.

Excuse me.

Ha-ha-ha. That's great.

Harold, look at you. Sit down.

No, no, no. I'm fine, thank you. I was
just looking at Charlene and the kids.

How old are they now?
The kids, not Charlene.

Diane Fowler. Where
is she? I have no idea.

And frankly, I'm flummoxed
as to why you would even care.

You expect me to believe you
walk in here after she vanishes

and there's no connection?
Has Diane gone missing?

Perhaps you should
ask Agent Malik.

She works for the woman,
doesn't she? I've had no contact.

- Well, there you go.
- You made it clear.

You thought we had a mole.
And you wouldn't set foot inside

until that mole was captured or
dead. Who decided on this paneling?

You told us you wouldn't come
in until the mole was caught.

I said nothing of the kind. You
said our house wasn't clean. Is it?

I suppose you'll have to ask
Diane Fowler when you find her.

When we find out what's
happened to her and we will find out,

if you had anything to do with it, you're
gonna spend the rest of your life in a box.

You smell nice. Something new?

Did you hear me?

Madeline Pratt.

What about her?

This is the Madeline
Pratt you all know and love.

Politically active,
influential, a good citizen.

What you don't know is
the Madeline Pratt that I love.

Six million in diamonds stolen from
a De Beers outpost in the Congo.

Security fibers used in
printing the Czech koruna,

taken from a mint in Prague and
used to produce counterfeit bank notes.

The Madeline Pratt you know

fosters relationships with
incredibly powerful people.

The one you don't
exploits those relationships

in ways that impact
national security.

We can't just arrest her.
We have no evidence.

What you do have
is an opportunity,

which brings us back
to the Effigy of Astarte.

Madeline feels her profile is too
high right now to steal it herself,

so she's asked for my
help. Where is the effigy?

Secure wing in the
Syrian embassy, for now.

But it will likely be
repatriated at any moment,

which means Maddie
is rushed and vulnerable.

She's trying to make a grab that
would normally take months to plan.

Do the Syrians know
what's in the effigy?

If they did, it would be
in Damascus by now.

I can only assume, Harold, that
Madeline has a Russian patron,

since it's the Russians who want to
protect the identities of the Kungur Six.

I'm not sanctioning an op of
you going in to steal anything,

let alone something
that may affect security.

I'm flattered that you think I'm up to
it, but thieving is not my strongest suit.

Luckily, we have an
ace of spades among us.

Isn't that right, Agent Keen?

What's he talking about?

Is there something you
want to tell us? No, sir.

Your father's criminal record didn't
show up on your background report.

Maybe yours is missing too.
I don't have a criminal record.

You never committed a crime,
or you were never caught?

Yes. I believe my
work speaks for itself.

Sir, I can do this.

All right. We take the case.

Understand, if you do this,
you're gonna be on foreign soil.

If something goes wrong,
we can't protect you.

I need to know about you, how
you respond under pressure.

This is an embassy.

Security, cameras,
armed guards everywhere.

One mistake and
you go to prison.

Nicole here is as
calm as a Hindu cow.

Tell her that story about Frank.

Who's Frank? A guy I knew.

What story? We met in
high school. We grifted.

Small jobs, really, just whatever
we had to do to pay the rent.

Tell her about Omaha.

I was 17. There was a drugstore.

Thursday night. They made
bank deposits on Friday.

I was the lookout. The
night manager came back.

He forgot his glasses.

I gave the signal, but nothing.

I'd convinced myself that Frank
was the only thing I had in the world,

so the night manager
was an easy decision.

What did you...? I
seduced him into the alley.

And then what?

I played him for a little bit, then I kissed
him off, told him he'd get more next week.

And Frank and I went away.

And lived happily
ever after. The end.

I thought you didn't
believe in happily ever after.

I didn't come here to audition.
Wait. The job. It's yours.

I don't want the job.
Call somebody who does.

How did you get my phone?

What if I paid you double?

See, this is what I love about the
two of you. Headstrong, yet vulnerable.

Confident but cautious.

I think you're gonna
get along great.

Your name will
be on the guest list.

The statue's in a UL-approved
Class 1 vault situated in a strong room

one level below the ground floor.
How long will it take to breach?

An autodialer can circumvent
the electronic keypad

in two, three minutes tops.

I'll supply equipment that
gets through a detector.

What about physical security?

There are two guards stationed outside
that strong room, armed and mobile.

They do a hall sweep
every 20 minutes.

When they take their patrol
at 9:20, you'll have 10 minutes.

How do I get in? Dirar
Marwan, embassy official.

He has the security
credentials you'll need

to get to the structure's
classified lower level.

He takes a coffee break
every day at 4 p.m.,

wears his ID on the
lapel of his jacket,

easy enough to unclip
in a standard brush pass.

This lift needs to be round-trip,
not one-way. Can't raise any flags.

I know someone who
can clone his badge

before Marwan can
return to the embassy.

Okay, here we go.

You good? I will
be in 90 seconds.

What's that? It's
Madeline Pratt's SIM card.

I swiped it when I
palmed her phone.

I want to know who she talks to,
why. You know how to palm a phone?

How will you return his
badge? I won't. You will.

In a second brush pass
before he re-enters the building.

He's coming. We have
about 15 seconds. Hurry.

How are we doing on Marwan's
ID? How long you need?

Almost there. Okay, 30 seconds.

He's on the move. I need the
badge now. Somebody stall him.

We are a go.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry. It's fine, man.

Okay.

Oh!

Did you get it on him? Yes.

Hey, I'm sorry. I broke our rule. I
shouldn't have walked away upset.

Brian and Katie
are having a kid.

It's hard.

Whoa, mama. Hey, is this,
like, an undercover thing tonight?

Because if you need a partner,
I got some pretty good fake IDs.

Zip me up. Hey, I wanted
to ask you something.

So, uh, you know I have that teacher
conference in Orlando this weekend,

and I was thinking you
should come with me.

You know, just sunshine and
beaches and get away from all this.

Um... Orlando's landlocked.

I'm pretty sure there aren't any beaches.
And that's why I don't teach geography.

I would love that. Yeah?

We could use a vacation.
Pssh. Tell me about it.

Just you and me.

Do you wanna maybe go
undercover before you go undercover?

We have a problem.

I had my people run background
on the guest list for tonight's event.

The file's on the ottoman.

Rasil Kalif, notorious playboy,

works as a cultural attaché
in the Syrian embassy.

Apparently, Madeline's been
seeing him for some time.

Why is that a problem?
Cultural attaché is Kalif's cover.

Truth is, he's been recruited as an asset
by the Russian Bratva, he's a mobster.

My guess, he's the one who
hired Maddie to steal the effigy.

Right about now, she's walking
into the embassy as his date.

What?

You said her profile was
too high and she wasn't going.

Well, she is.

Why would she hire
us to steal the effigy

when she's obviously
planning on stealing it herself?

Wow.

And I like your clutch.

What are you wearing?

A tuxedo. I'm your plus-one.

You can't get into that
embassy. Oh, yes, I can.

Some of my best
friends are Syrian.

You act like this is a joke. There's
a digital net over the embassy.

Aram can't access
the surveillance feeds.

I'm going onto foreign soil to steal
a priceless artifact with no backup.

You have me.

And I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.

You wanted to see
me, sir? Close the door.

I meant what I said to Reddington.
This thing with Fowler, wherever she is,

whatever happened, I'm
gonna get to the bottom of it.

We didn't have a lot in common,

but she put this task force
together, made it possible.

Without her, none of this
would have happened.

You're talking
in the past tense.

Agent Malik, you
know as well as I

that Diane Fowler is never
walking into this facility again.

As far as I'm concerned,
this is a murder investigation,

and Reddington
is our chief suspect.

He was convinced that
Fowler was our mole.

I don't care what he thinks. Even if
Reddington's right and Fowler was dirty,

he's not judge, jury and
executioner. He can't just kill her.

That's not the way it works.
Find out what he knows.

Who did he talk to? What
evidence did he have?

I wanna know everything.

There's Madeline.
Think she beat us to it?

Stay on task.

We have two minutes to
access the security door.

Shall we?

Lizzy, I know this must
be very difficult for you,

but we can't both lead.

How did you know
about Omaha? I didn't.

You're the one who brought it up.
Well, it was a heartwarming story.

The night manager and the alley.

I made it up.

You're not a cop tonight.

You're a criminal. And
you're gonna be fine.

Just be yourself.

The security door is behind you.

Twenty feet on your right.

Okay, I'm gonna need a
distraction. Be yourself.

Mind if I cut in?

What are you doing here, Madeline?
What are you doing here, Red?

I came to watch you. Thank you.

You still wear the
hell out of a tux.

My plane is 15
minutes from here.

We could be in
Tegucigalpa by breakfast.

The girl, tell me about her.

What would you like to know?

How did you pick her?

Fate.

She's a little young for you.

You think?

Last summer, what
happened in Florence?

What happened to you?

You left me alone.

I deserve an explanation.

I was serious about Tegucigalpa.

What do you think?

Right now.

What happened in Florence?

Come. I need to get
you to the safe room.

All embassy dignitaries
will head to the safe room.

Quick, quick, quick.
Hurry. Shh, shh.

There was a man. He had
a gun. The man had a gun.

Suspect spotted
in stairwell A-2.

Reddington. It's him. He's the
one who did this. Call security.

There you are. What
the hell happened to you?

You just leave me stranded
with that awful Algerian?

He's been hitting on me for 20
minutes. Sir, this is a secure area.

Well, not secure enough
if you ask me, sister.

You know what? Why
don't you ask Rasil?

We wouldn't even be here if it
weren't for that troublemaker.

Always an agenda with him.
Cultural attaché. Culture, my ass.

The things I do for this one.

Gallivanting around the
globe for your little assignations

with you-know-hm-hm.
Carrying her furs and bikinis,

as if I wouldn't rather be in
Dutchess County with my shelties.

Hey, don't take
anything for granted.

Everything you have was bought
and paid for by your boyfriend.

Do you have any idea whose
horn this tramp is blowing?

Let's just say it starts with
Bashar and ends with Assad,

gassing you faster than a Sunni.

So let's get her out of the
hot seat and into a limo...

Good God. Crumbs up. What?

Your cummerbund. Pleats
up. You look like Bob Yoshimura

in eighth-grade swing
choir. It's upside down.

Unh! God, that hurts. Oh!

What the hell was that?

I don't know. It just felt
so right in the moment.

Where's Pratt? Gone.

And the effigy?

Gone with her.

I have what you want.

When you've wired payment, I'll contact
you with the location of the effigy.

If I don't hear from you
within the hour, it's gone.

Where the hell is Reddington? He
told me he was trying to locate Pratt.

For all we know, he set up this
thing so he could get the identities

of Russian spies
damaging national security.

Syrians know the safe
was opened as a distraction

and are trying to account for exactly
who was in that panic room with the effigy.

They're attributing the
whole heist to Reddington.

She knew where the effigy was
the entire time and used us to get it.

Got me to set off the alarm

and she used Reddington's notoriety to
get the Syrians to believe that he took it.

We got something. The SIM
card Keen took from Pratt's phone.

This is a list of outgoing calls
made over the past two weeks.

Several calls were to a
mosque outside of Arlington.

Homeland has a person of interest tied to
that mosque. Cleric named Firas Ashear.

- And he's connected how?
- We're not sure.

Biggest red flag is
his family's connection

to the People's Liberation Alliance.
Extremist organization out of Aleppo.

Apparently, the father is a
local warlord with financial ties.

Find him. Bring him
in for questioning.

Hey. Tickets have been
booked, bags are being packed,

and we are all set to fly
out first thing tomorrow.

Tom...

Don't tell me. Work.

There's nothing I can do.
There's never anything you can do,

because your job has
now become our life.

What do you want me to say?
You don't have to say anything.

I'm gonna change
my ticket. I'll fly tonight.

Tonight? What? Wait.
No, I'm not gonna wait.

I think some time apart
might be the best thing for us.

That is the last thing I want.

It's not always about
what you want, Liz.

You want me to
rough him up for you?

I hate this job.

How do you know Madeline Pratt?

She called me last month,
asked about the effigy.

Never met her, and I don't
know how she found me.

Why'd she call you, then?

Because the Effigy of Astarte
once belonged to my father.

He stole it from the British Museum.
He was a patriot who revered Astarte.

He thought it belonged in Syria.
Then why put it up for auction?

He didn't. As I told Ms. Pratt,

my father only possessed
the effigy for a few months

until Americans raided our
compound. Looking for what?

All I remember is opening a door
and seeing him holding the statue.

He slipped something
inside it, a piece of paper.

What did it say?

I don't know.

But he placed the effigy in my
arms and told me to run and protect it.

I was 7.

When the Americans found me,
they took the statue as a trophy.

They let me go...

but my father...

What happened to your father?

I never saw him again.

For me, that was
the day he died.

The CIA sanctioned a
covert op to raid the compound

of Al Hakam Ashear in
early December, 1983.

The agency received
credible intelligence

Ashear had met with a former
KGB agent to purchase information.

What information?

Ashear paid $3 million for
the location of the Kungur Six,

which, according to the son's
story, he hid in the base of the statue.

So it appears the six aren't
people. What do you mean?

During the Cold War,
there were rumors

that Russia was able to hide
several nuclear weapons in America.

Those weren't rumors.

Pratt was hired to steal the effigy because
inside it are directions to those weapons.

The Kungur Six are not Russian
agents. They're nuclear bombs.

Hidden all across the country.

Tell me about the
coordinates. What coordinates?

Stop it. I had a
little talk with Rasil.

We had a few laughs,
compared notes about you.

He told me all about that delightful
thing you do with a trouser belt,

which was a bit hurtful, since I
was pretty sure it was our thing.

The coordinates. It's over.

You were played. Go home.

You really want to know
why I brought you into this?

Florence.

Because you didn't show.

Florence was everything.
Our way out, a fresh start.

But to you, it's all just a job.

Heh. Tegucigalpa? Honestly?

If I was interested in having
an affair, I'd find a man with hair.

Raymond.

Raymond, is that you?

Raymond, say something.

RA-115 suitcase nukes.

This is the kind of device the KGB
would smuggle into the U.S. at the time.

Each bomb has about 50
pounds of high-explosive material,

blast radius of
nearly 2000 feet.

You place one of these
near a high-profile target,

the fallout guarantees
mass casualties.

Get a nest team on standby.
Where are we on Kalif?

We confirmed
Reddington's allegation.

Rasil Kalif is an asset working
undercover for the Russian mafia.

If they get their hands on these nukes,
God knows who they may sell them to.

The Syrians aren't
getting the effigy back.

It's gone.

I've already sold
it to the Russians.

I ran out of gas.

Huh?

I was so excited to get home,
I didn't even bother to look.

My head was just...

I ran out of gas.

What are you talking about?

It was Christmas Eve.

I pulled off to the
side of the road.

Seemed like it had
been snowing for days.

No traffic. No
cars to come help.

Just me and a car full of gifts.

It was more than 20 years ago.

I must have walked
four miles, five, maybe.

It was so still.

Just cold and white.

The whole time, all I could think
about was them in our house.

The warm light in the windows,
the smoke from the chimney.

The sound of my
daughter at the piano.

The smell of the tree and the
fire, oyster stew on the stove.

I was so upset to think that
I'd ruined Christmas for them,

being late, leaving
the gifts in the car.

But the closer I got,
the more I realized

how funny the whole thing was,

how much they'd love the story,

Daddy running out of gas.

How every Christmas
they'd get such joy

from telling that
story at my expense.

And then, finally,

I got there.

I walked...

I walked through the door.

And there was...

just blood.

All I saw was blood.

All there was was blood.

I can...

I can still smell the
nape of her neck.

Feel her little...

fingers on my cheek.

Her whisper in my ear.

That's why I didn't
show up in Florence.

It's why I haven't shown up in
a lot of places over the years.

No, don't. Please, please.
No, please. Stop. Please, stop.

Please, stop. Please, come back!

I'll tell you what
you want to know.

Now, I gave you what
you wanted. Where is he?

No.

We have the location of
the effigy. You son of a...

Yes. You'll never
get to it in time.

Damn you, Reddington!
Damn you, Raymond!

You let me out of here
right now, you son of a bitch!

Was it true?

That story about your family?

Was any of it true?

We should have
gone to Tegucigalpa.

We have to assume
we're late to the party, so...

- Watch your backs.
- Come on.

Go. Go.

Clear. AGENT 2: Clear.

Rasil's just bailed out.

Cover me.

ERT examined the statue. There
was nothing inside, no coordinates.

No papers of any kind, nothing
on Kalif or any of his men.

It appears Madeline sent us on
a good old-fashioned snipe hunt.

I sent a team to the warehouse
where we could find Pratt.

She was gone. Where is she?

Let's talk about
the effigy. Why?

The idea that it actually contained
anything was obviously a myth.

Or maybe Madeline
double-crossed the Russians

and kept the coordinates
to the nukes for herself

and led you to believe
it was all a myth.

You have them.

While you were chasing the effigy, I
was coming to terms with Madeline.

In a moment of...

weakness, she gave
me the coordinates.

You knew there's nothing inside
the effigy when you sent us after Kalif.

Thought you might have a passing interest
in rounding up some Russian mobsters.

The coordinates. Where
are they? Relax, Harold.

I have no use for rusty Russian
firecrackers left over from the '60s.

You want the effigy.

And you want the bombs.

How about a trade?

Hi, you've reached Tom Keen.

I'm away from my phone right
now, but leave a message...

Case file on Pratt.

You taking off already? Yeah.
Meeting Audrey for dinner.

I think he's gonna leave me.

♪ All my life ♪

♪ There you go ♪

No. Go. You have dinner.

She'll understand.

♪ All my life ♪

♪ There they go ♪

♪ Oh, please stay ♪

♪ Anyway ♪

♪ All my life ♪

♪ There you go ♪

♪ Oh, please stay ♪

Hi. Uh, Tom Keen
checking in. Mr. Keen.

Alone, right?

♪ All my life ♪

♪ There they go
Oh, please stay ♪♪

Hello.

May I help you?

Special Agent Walter
Gary Martin. D.C. Bureau.

Let me just start by saying

the director values all
the work you're doing here.

Personally, I can't think of
anyone better suited for the job.

Your office said you wanted
to talk about Diane Fowler.

Absolutely. I tell
you what. Heh.

I've heard people talk about
the Post Office, but this facility...

Heh.

Now, look, I don't want
to sound any alarm bells,

but I've become aware of the fact
you've tasked one of your agents

to investigate the
disappearance of Diane Fowler.

Is that a problem?
The disappearance

of the head of the Criminal Division is
a situation we need to manage carefully.

What does that mean?
You need to stop.

I don't want to step on any
toes, That's not gonna happen.

But this is coming from up top.

The investigation into the
disappearance of Diane Fowler

is being handled by the D.C. Bureau.
If we have any questions, we'll call.

I asked Agent Malik to
look into... You need to stop.

I've been cleared Level 4.

I'm gonna need
all your case files.

Listen, Agent Martin...

To be abundantly clear, the
D.C. field office is running point.

It's protocol.

We'll take it from here.

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