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[♪♪♪]

[SIREN WAILING]

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

KOZLOV: I do apologize
for keeping you waiting.

- Mikhail Kozlov.
- Are you the embassy intelligence chief?

We are not here to discuss
my curriculum vitae, Agent Keen.

Only to ascertain why you're here
and what you hope to accomplish...

now that the FBI has
surrounded the embassy.

I am not here to speak to a
pawn without adequate clearance.

Nor are we here to harbor foreign
agents of the FBI, Agent Keen.

My name is Masha Rostova.

I am a deep cover operative for the
Federalnaya Sluzhba Bezopasnosti.

I have successfully completed my
mission and am hereby seeking asylum.

I'd appreciate an
immediate, private audience...

with your chief
intelligence officer.

[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

I need to speak to whoever's in command
of security, and I need to do it now.

- Do you understand?
SAMAR: Ressler.

- Just got off the line with Reven Wright.
- We get the go-ahead?

The State Department requested
the Russians bring her out.

Requested? Nobody would be making
a request if it was Bin Laden in there.

On U.S. soil? We'd be
blasting our way in there.

The Russian embassy isn't
U.S. soil. That fence is a border.

Crossing it is tantamount to armed
invasion. It's literally an act of war.

I know. But look around.

The war's already started.

[♪♪♪]

[CAMERA BEEPS]

RASKOVITCH: Agent Keen.

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[SHOWER RUNNING]

[MAN & WOMAN LAUGHING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

MAN: Ugh. WOMAN:
Connie, leave it!

MAN: Patience,
golubushka. Duty calls.

[CHIMES]

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, Connie. What a
delightful nod to tradition.

I can't tell you how nostalgic it
is to see a Russian bureaucrat...

demonstrating such a
time-honored absence of work ethic.

WOMAN: Connie? Is someone here?

No, darling. Keep the
shower running. I'll be right in.

I bought us a toy.

Mm...

[GIGGLES]

She's much prettier than she looks
sitting behind the news anchor desk.

- Get out.
- She's married to a ranking member...

of the Senate Foreign
Relations Committee.

Only fair, I suppose, given the black
book military aid he's allocated to Crimea.

Reciprocity's a
bitch. Right, Connie?

Screw the bear, the bear screws
back. Batteries not included.

By all means, do
call in the troops.

What with your government's
implication in the OREA bombing...

and assassinations
of a sitting senator...

and the attorney general
of the United States...

how much harm could a
weekly game of water-wiggle...

between their ambassador
and a senator's wife cause?

Barely a blip in the news cycle.

Though I doubt the Kremlin
will be nearly as jejune as I am.

- What do you want?
- That's the spirit, Connie.

Service with a smile.

The reason your underlings are so
rudely interrupting your weekly tryst...

is because Elizabeth Keen
turned herself into your embassy...

and has identified herself as a
deep-cover FSB agent in distress.

Heh. That's absurd.

RAYMOND: Ha-ha-ha. Yes, quite.

Nevertheless, she's currently
demanding diplomatic immunity.

And I want real-time
reports of everything.

Everything that occurs
inside that building.

Especially the names of every
drone in the decision loop...

between here and Moscow.

That won't present a
problem, will it, Connie?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Duty calls, comrade.

- Who are you?
- Alexander Raskovitch.

FSB chief intelligence
agent for Washington, D.C...

which makes me senior intelligent
agent for the entire Western hemisphere.

I am intimately acquainted with
every single Russian intelligent asset...

in North and South
America, active and inactive.

And you, dear,
are not one of them.

Which begs a question: Why
are you masquerading as such...

when you and I both know
you are no such thing?

I came here to protect myself.

To get your help because
our interests are aligned.

Your country and I have been
blamed for crimes we did not commit.

It was committed by a global consortium
known in some quarters as the Cabal.

What are their objectives?

To reignite the Cold War between
Russia and the United States.

- And to what end?
- I will tell you everything that I know...

after I've been guaranteed,
in writing, diplomatic immunity.

How do I know that you're
not working for the Cabal?

How do I know that you're
not here posing as a victim...

to gain safe passage
away from the FBI?

The Russian assassin...

the one known as Karakurt...

Never heard of him.

He's been turned.

The Cabal framed me.

Who better than the
daughter of a KGB agent.

Mm. Katarina Rostova.

A KGB agent was
turned, but it wasn't me.

It was Karakurt. He's gone.

Check. And when you've
confirmed he's missing...

draw up my immunity agreement.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

- Did we get the breach order?
- Negative.

Russians are denying the State's
request. They're not turning her in.

- Is the White House involved?
- We've been ordered to stand down.

- They're harboring a terrorist.
- The State Department has been clear.

They want this
handled diplomatically.

Hold your positions.

My superiors are
willing to hear you out.

If they believe you, they
will do what they can to help.

But not here.

You're being transferred
to Moscow for debriefing.

Don't you see that's playing
into the Cabal's narrative?

Minute I leave, my government
will interpret that as a defection.

I have delivered our decision.

Choose, Agent Keen.

Moscow, or you can take your
chances with your compatriots outside.

[CONNIE SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

[SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN]

- Where's my wedding ring?
- Bedside table.

Behind the Ben Wa balls.

- You.
- Me?

And I was so riveted by her interview with
those identical triplets from Milwaukee.

[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

- Agent Keen is leaving the embassy.
- She's been arrested?

The Kremlin has ordered
her transfer to Moscow.

Who in the Kremlin?

It was authorized by the
Federal Tariff Service, of all things.

Vitsin.

[♪♪♪]

[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

- The package is in transit.
- Excellent.

See Agent Keen to the airport.

Our people on the plane
will take it from there.

[♪♪♪]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[GATE BEEPS]

SAMAR: Ressler.

Ressler, don't.

Gonna tell me diplomatic vehicles
have the same protection as the embassy?

You know they do. As
long as she's inside...

she's on Russian soil.
You can't touch her.

[IN RUSSIAN] He opens
that door, shoot him.

I can't let her go.

SAMAR: Ressler.

I know you're angry, so am I.
But how we feel is not important.

Taking her into custody is.
We are doing everything we can.

- Are we? Really?
- Within the law, yes. Really.

[♪♪♪]

MAN 1 [OVER RADIO]: On the move.

MAN 2 [OVER RADIO]: Copy that,
Dispatch. 81, we are on the move.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Ressler. RAYMOND: Donald.

You cannot let Agent
Keen leave the embassy.

You want a favor? How about
you come down and ask in person?

Her life depends on it.

I'd be more inclined to
help if I had you in cuffs.

You cannot let her leave.

You're preaching to the
choir, she's already gone.

I received direct confirmation
from the Russian ambassador...

that Agent Keen's transfer was
authorized by a high-level apparatchik...

in the Federal Tariff Service.
A man named Vladimir Vitsin.

- Vitsin.
- Yes.

The same man who
signed the paperwork...

facilitating Karakurt's
entry into the United States.

He's an operative for the Cabal.

Any move he makes is
in service to their agenda.

They're not transporting Agent
Keen to Moscow for debriefing.

The second she
gets on that plane...

She's dead.

You need to stop that convoy.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[♪♪♪]

[HORN HONKING]

Shoot him, damn it. Shoot him!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]

[MAN GRUNTS]

[GUNSHOT]

CHAUFFEUR: Kill her!

[GUNSHOTS]

RESSLER: Keen!

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[BOTH GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

[♪♪♪]

[PHONE BEEPS]

[LINE RINGING]

[CHIME OVER PHONE]

1425 Peabody.

It's the best I could do.
Full pension and benefits.

If I resign.

Yes, effective immediately.

In return, all charges
against you will be dropped.

Agent Keen. Have you found her?

- I can't discuss...
- Have you found Karakurt?

He's the terrorist, not her.

I took your case as
far as the White House.

I talked to Laurel Hitchin. She's a friend.
She had to pull strings to get this deal.

I appreciate what
you've done, Reven. I do.

These are serious charges,
Harold. You could go to jail.

Take the deal. For you and for
Charlene. Take it and move on.

If you accept the terms,
they'll drop the investigation.

If you refuse to play ball,
pending the outcome...

you'll be reassigned.
Paper-pushing at the CJIS.

Cubicle. Potted plant.
A dead end, Harold.

You're better than that.

Yes, I am.

- You really want to do this?
- No. What I want to do is help.

MAN: You think I'm stupid, Carly?
You think I don't know what's going on?

WOMAN: There's nothing going on.

What are you
looking at, old man?

[DOOR BELLS JINGLE]

[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

- You all right?
- No, I am not all right.

Ressler tried to kill me.

Seeking asylum with the
Russians was a dangerous decision.

I was out of options.

At least I would have
been secure in Moscow.

If by "secure," you mean
dead, then, yes, absolutely.

Ressler wasn't trying to kill
you, he was trying to save you.

The convoy was compromised.

If you want, we
got a few specials.

The best item on the menu
is the pecan pie. Right, Chui?

- Family recipe.
- I'll just have coffee. Thanks.

You know him? We're safe here?

You threw yourself in
the hands of the Cabal...

the moment you
got on that vehicle.

Only question was whether they'd kill you
before or after entering Russian airspace.

CARLY: Ow. Please,
you're hurting me.

[CARLY GRUNTS]

You deaf, old man? I told
you to mind your own business.

- Turn around, bitch.
CARLY: Clayton.

[♪♪♪]

CLAYTON: Oh, here we go.
- Carly.

What the hell? You
looking to get yourself killed?

[CARLY GASPS]

You haven't the slightest clue
how to speak to a woman, have you?

Now, my friend there and I are
having a very important discussion...

so you just sit tight,
enjoy your muffin...

and if I hear you say anything other
than "please" or "thank you" to Carly...

I'm gonna drag you into the men's
room and wash your mouth out with soap.

And if that doesn't work, I'll
cut your filthy tongue out...

with that butter knife.

Is that clear enough for you?

Agent Ressler, what part of
"stand down" don't you understand?

RESSLER: I was ordered to let Keen go,
and I did. I wasn't ordered to let her die.

- The transport was compromised.
- Says who?

- Reddington.
- You spoke to him?

Yes. He called. Said that
the Cabal had hijacked Keen.

You countermanded a direct order
and attacked a diplomatic transport...

on the word of one fugitive in
order to save the life of another?

I'm willing to resign from the task force
if the intel Reddington gave us is wrong.

The driver has
been hospitalized.

As soon as he can be questioned,
we can confirm Red's information.

Okay, we got a sighting. Del
Rio Diner. 1425 Peabody Street.

[♪♪♪]

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

Come on. Pull it together.

An N.P.D.C. cruiser
just pulled up out back.

What are you...?

[OFFICERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

OFFICER: Behind the car.

[♪♪♪]

Ladies and gentlemen, please
remain calm and take your seats.

- Clayton. LIZ: Now what?

Now? I apologize.

I am terribly sorry for
the inconvenience...

but it appears we'll all be
taking an extended lunch.

However, if you remain
calm and do exactly as I say...

I promise you'll leave here
with a rip-roaring story...

to tell your friends
and families.

Bon appétit.

[PHONE RINGING]

Dear, would you mind answering
that phone? No doubt it's for me.

[EKG BEEPING]

MAN: Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I disturb you?

They said you were sedated.

Well, you know what they say:
Can't keep a good man down.

Unfortunately, it's only a matter of
time before the FBI pays you a visit...

and we can't have that.

Because you are what is
commonly referred to as a loose end.

Now, you should take heart.

Because if the Russians are furious
now, imagine how irate they'll be...

when they learn that
there's been another fatality...

as a result of Agent Ressler's
attack on your convoy.

If it's any consolation,
your heroic devotion...

to our cause has earned
you my most sincere respect.

Godspeed, sir.

Godspeed.

[GRUNTING]

[♪♪♪]

[EKG BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[CHATTERING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[♪♪♪]

RESSLER: What do you got?
HRT LEADER: We cut the power.

Commandeered the phone
lines. Both suspects are inside.

- Both suspects?
- Agent Keen and Raymond Reddington.

- Keen?
- We believe so.

He's got the hostages
as human shields.

- Can't get a clear view inside.
- Well, then. Let's find out.

What are you doing?

Hold fire.

RESSLER: Keen.

- Keen!
- Ah.

Agent Ressler, excellent.

Do you have a pen? Because I'm
ready to dictate a list of my demands.

I owe you, Keen. You saved
my life back at that convoy.

Now let me return the favor.

Come out before this gets bad.

It's already gone bad,
and you're making it worse.

If you wanna repay me, do what he
says before somebody else gets hurt.

That won't happen, and you
know it. The scene's locked down.

There's nowhere to go and you got
zero leverage because I know you.

I know what you're capable of.
You're not gonna hurt these people.

She won't, but I will.

Ready? My demands
are as follows:

One, I want the immediate
restoration of power to this building.

Two, an armored
vehicle to transport us...

safely and unmolested from this
door to a runway of my choosing.

Three, bring me Marvin Gerard.

- You have 90 minutes.
- That's it?

After that, a hostage
dies every half hour.

That's it, Agent Ressler.

RESSLER: Marvin Gerard.

Graduated magna cum
laude from Harvard...

where, at the tender age
of 31, he was appointed...

the third youngest full professor
in the institution's history.

He served as a prosecutor
for three years, New York.

Later, joined his father-in-law's
criminal defense firm as a partner.

He was on the short list
for the federal bench...

when his marriage to the
boss's daughter hit the skids.

He serves a year for attempting
to kidnap their son. Gets disbarred.

Currently he's incarcerated for
seven to 10 in the Cumberland FCI.

Although disbarred, he
acts as shadow counsel...

to some of the biggest players in the
criminal underworld. Politicians, CEOs...

and one Raymond Reddington.

- Marvin Gerard?
MARVIN: Who are you?

What am I doing here?

I'm Special Agent Samar
Navabi. You been briefed?

Rousted out of bed, cavity searched,
shackled, transported like livestock?

Yes. Briefed? No.

One of your former clients is holding
17 civilians hostage in that diner.

He's demanded that
we bring you here.

- Which one?
- Raymond Reddington.

I have nothing to do with this.

I don't know what he wants
from me. I am not going in there.

Well, you are going in.

If you could please disrobe...

Like hell. Call my lawyer.
Who is your O.I.C.?

That would be me. Gentlemen,
help Mr. Gerard out of his jumpsuit.

This will never work. If he
asks, I'm gonna have to tell him...

I'm wearing a wire.

It would be unethical
for me to lie to my client.

Let the record reflect that I
am complying under duress...

and that my Fourth Amendment
right to privacy is being violated.

As is my right not
to be nauseated.

Per Reddington's demands.

Unbelievable.

RAYMOND: I'll get that, dear.

The first table. Over there.

[COFFEE POURING]

[WHISPERS] This is not working.

Lizzy, please.

Take a seat. I'll have Chui
bring you a piece of pie.

I promise, you'll thank me.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Would
you cut it out? A lawyer?

How is that gonna
help us with this?

Lawyers find and exploit loopholes.
It's what makes them so loathsome.

And Marvin Gerard is the
most loathsome of them all.

That's what makes
him so invaluable.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Speak of the devil.

- Hello, Marvin.
- My parole hearing is next week.

Christmas came early.

You think this is a gift?

They'll probably tack on five more years
just seeing you breathe in my direction.

- Are you wired?
- Of course I'm wired.

[LAUGHS]

I told them not to bother.
I told you not to bother.

Elizabeth, Marvin Gerard.

- [OVER RADIO] Criminal attorney.
- One down.

Not necessarily in that order.

Finally, I am in the
presence of greatness.

You're the one. You're the one who
made him throw away his freedom.

- Good God, Marv, let it go.
- What? You asked for my advice.

I was simply giving you, as a
friend, a heads-up regarding my plans.

- You were a wonderful attorney.
- And you were a terrible client.

Two.

[STATIC CRACKLING OVER RADIO]

MARVIN: Not that
you're interested...

but I just got engaged.

Becky Weinberg.

[HIGH-PITCHED
SCREECH OVER RADIO]

That little brunette Becky.
From the old firm. The paralegal.

Oh, my God, you old dog.

- Oh, ha, ha.
- Getting older by the minute.

You just extended my engagement
about a decade with this stunt.

Now I'm never gonna make parole.

Becky and I... She's
not gonna wait around.

RAYMOND: All right, counselor.
Let's get down to business.

I have a situation that requires
your undivided attention.

No, it doesn't.
Turn yourselves in.

RAYMOND: Marvin, hear me
out. You don't have all the facts.

MARVIN: No, but I have eyes.

And I can see that you're
in here and they're out there.

Now you're gonna start
in with me about how...

with you, there's always
more than meets the eye.

- No!
- Elizabeth!

[♪♪♪]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

CHUI: Unh!
- Stop!

That's enough!

[CLAYTON WHEEZING AND GROANING]

[♪♪♪]

[CLAYTON WHEEZING]

You broke his ribs. It sounds
like his lung is punctured.

[CLAYTON GROANING]

- You're hurting him. LIZ:
Only way to stop the swelling.

- What do you care?
- I didn't want anybody hurt.

Really? Seemed to me like
you wanted to hurt him bad.

RAYMOND: She didn't have a
choice. What if he'd gotten her gun?

What then? You think we
would be safer if he were armed?

You think you'd be safe?

What is he working
on? A plea agreement?

Why else bring a lawyer in
here other than to cut a deal?

If you think for one
second I'm interested...

There will be no deal.

Then why go to all the
trouble to bring him in here?

It doesn't make any sense.

Marvin Gerard was one
of the most respected...

defense attorneys on
the eastern seaboard.

Perfect wife,
perfect job. Perfect.

All of it, save for
his son, Timothy.

Quiet boy.

Fell in with some
bad eggs, it seems.

Disciplinary issues, troubles
at school, drug abuse.

Timothy was getting a steady
supply of amphetamines...

from his mother's
shrink. Ritalin, Adderall.

She constantly bullied the boy.

Marvin and his wife separated.
He fought for custody.

Contacted police,
social services.

But his wife was the princess in a very
prominent and powerful legal dynasty...

so no action was ever taken.

Timothy remained
in her sole custody.

Her abuse worsened.

Convinced he had no other
option, Marvin kidnapped the boy.

They tracked him down, of course.
Returned the child to his mother.

Marvin was disbarred,
convicted and incarcerated.

And what happened to his son?

A year later,
Timothy hung himself.

He was 15.

Snipers in position for cover.

Teams, make simultaneous
entries here and here.

Flash-bangs and smoke.
Secure and contain the scenario.

Count on minimal risk of collateral
damage. We're all set on my mark.

- He can't do that. Can you do that?
- No. We don't have eyes inside.

Even a minimal risk of
collateral damage is too much.

We wait. Reddington won't hurt anybody
in that building. Keen won't let him.

Same girl who shot
the attorney general?

- That was different.
- She's in over her head.

Probably why they got spotted.

Wasn't her that was spotted. Anonymous
tip came in on Reddington, not Keen.

[♪♪♪]

Get me that 911 call.

Raymond.

Did you read this?

Yes. It's the voice transcripts
we recovered from the Fulcrum.

No, I didn't ask if you recognized
it, I asked you if you read it.

Specifically section 39c, pages
216 and 217, lines 5 through 19.

Here.

RAYMOND: This can't be right.

God, no. It's all
kinds of wrong.

This is a perilously fast
run down a slippery road.

Granted, you'd have to
hit all green lights, but...

yeah, we could make it work.

CARLY: He can't breathe.

Somebody help him! No, not
you! You get away from him!

[SOBBING]

His chest cavity's
filling with blood.

His lungs will collapse
if we don't get him...

medical attention
in 20 to 30 minutes.

Fine. He'll be in Agent
Ressler's capable care by then.

- We're leaving.
- Leaving?

Attention, everyone. We're done
here, so if you could all be so kind...

as to gather up your belongings
and step into the kitchen.

Except you two. You
stay right there. Lucinda?

Chui, be a pal. Wrap up two
slices of that delicious pecan pie.

I spent five years tracking Reddington
and can count on one hand the times...

we got a credible sighting.

I found the 911 call.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

RESSLER: One second.

RAYMOND: I'm very
disappointed, Donald.

I would've expected
you, of all people...

would've understood that when
I make a demand, it's just that.

Stalling is not tolerated.

- We're doing the best we can.
- Why isn't the power back on?

Where's my armored vehicle?

- We're working on it.
- Work harder.

If the power isn't back in 60
seconds, I'll start shooting people.

Your time starts now.

HRT LEADER: Give him the power.
- He's bluffing.

I can't take that chance.
Restore the power.

Counselor.

Oh! Ha, ha.

The least of your
many talents, my friend.

[ELEVATOR WHIRRING]

RAYMOND [ON RECORDING]:
He just looked right at me.

It's him. It's Reddington.

- That's Reddington.
- Called the tip in on himself.

This whole thing, he wanted
us to... Breach! Breach now!

Okay, everyone,
let's pack it up.

I'm sorry you have to burn this
operation on our account, Chui.

It was beautiful.

If only it lasted. They'll be packed
and long gone before the FBI gets here.

This way.

[EXPLOSION, THEN CARLY YELLS]

MAN 1: Ranger up! MAN 2: Go!

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Kitchen. Kitchen.

MAN 3: All clear. MAN 4: Clear!

[♪♪♪]

- They're not here.
- Hell...

[CLATTERING AND WHIRRING]

HRT LEADER: Get
these people out of here.

MAN 5: Okay.

[♪♪♪]

Didn't just disappear.
There's gotta be a way out.

Break down every
wall if you have to.

Find them.

This is a bad situation, Red.

They will hunt me
and they will find me.

And when they do, do
you know where I'm going?

- In a hole.
- Do you like Tahiti?

Solitary. Twenty-three hours
a day. There will be no parole...

and no chance of
seeing Becky again.

- That's for sure.
- You're a free man, Marvin.

Instead of facing a notoriously
unpredictable parole board...

and showering with the
boys, you'll be unwinding...

on a small banana plantation
I have outside of Papeete.

[RAYMOND LAUGHS]

Becky.

RAYMOND: Get in the car, Marvin.

Have a mai tai,
soak up some sun...

because I'll be contacting
you soon, and when I do...

I want this plan of yours to
be thoroughly mapped out.

We only have one shot at this.

I'll be in touch.

Make sure you have Heia air-dry
your sheets. You'll sleep like a baby.

LIZ: This whole thing...

the diner, it wasn't a hostage
situation, it was a jail break.

Yes.

We won't be able to
fight our way out of this.

We're gonna have
to think our way out.

- You really think he can help?
- I do.

Where do we go from here?

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
AND PHONES RINGING]

RESSLER: The owner's gone...

the lawyer's gone...

and Red and Liz are gone.

Why would he go to all this trouble, risk
everything, just to free Marvin Gerard?

Put the word out. They're in the
wind, and we're back to square one.

RAYMOND: Mm.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

You have no idea
what I've offered Chui...

to divulge the
secret of this recipe.

He won't say...

but I suspect it has something
to do with how he beats his eggs.

I cannot stop thinking
about that man from the diner.

- I wonder if he uses a whisk.
- His wife...

the way she looked at me.

No one's ever looked
at me like that before.

- How do you do it?
- Do what?

How do you deal with people
looking at you that way? The fear?

How do you go on knowing
that people are terrified of you?

From as early as
I can remember...

I dreamed of someday
being captain of a ship.

To be out there on the ocean
in the middle of the night...

navigating by the stars.

I always thought it would
be the greatest life on earth.

The people you're
talking about...

the ones who think
they know you...

they really don't know
anything about you at all.

I've never told
anyone that before.

[LAUGHS]

About a life at sea.

Why didn't you do it? You went
into Naval Intelligence instead.

It was the Cold War.
There were spies to run.

The Cabal, they blamed you
for something you hadn't done.

Sailors have been navigating by
the stars for thousands of years.

Odysseus spent
a decade at war...

but his biggest battle
was finding his way home.

I think you would've
made a terrific captain.

[LAUGHS]

I don't know.

You can't do every silly
thing you want to in life.

You have to make your choices.
You have to try to be happy with them.

I think we've done pretty well.

I'm not saying it's easy to ignore
the way people look at you...

but I hope you can
find some solace...

in the fact that
when I look at you...

♪ I'll light the fire ♪

♪ You place the
flowers in the vase ♪

♪ That you bought today ♪

♪ Staring at the fire
For hours and hours ♪

♪ While I listen to you ♪

♪ Play your love
songs All night long ♪

♪ Oh, such a cozy room ♪

♪ The windows are illuminated ♪

♪ By the evening sunshine ♪

That's Polaris. The North Star.

That's how sailors used
to find their way home.

When I look at you,
that's what I see.

I see my way home.

♪ Our house Is a very,
very, very fine house ♪

♪ With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard ♪

♪ Now everything is
easy 'Cause of you ♪

♪ And our ♪

♪ Our house Is a very,
very, very fine house ♪

♪ With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard ♪

♪ Now everything is
easy 'Cause of you ♪

♪ And our ♪

♪ I'll light the fire ♪

♪ While you place the
flowers In the vase ♪

♪ That you bought today ♪♪

SOLOMON: I'm a man of my word.
Your granddaughter's got the antidote.

[♪♪♪]

Now it's your turn.

We lost your boss, and no one
seems to know where he's gone.

But I have the
sneaking suspicion...

that you do.

So...

where is Raymond Reddington?

[♪♪♪]

We need to talk.

[♪♪♪]

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