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Thank you.

How’s the evening
so far, sir?

Very good.
Having a nice meal.

How many clues
have you solved?

What’s that?

The clues.

To the hidden treasure.
How many have you solved?

I think you have
the wrong person.

I know exactly who you are,
Mr. Browning,

and as you are the executor
of Warren Bostwick’s estate,

I know what
you have access to.

How many clues
have you solved?

Excuse me.

[ Grunts ]

How. Many. Clues.

None. I swear.

I-I wasn’t allowed in the room
when the will was read!

I-I tried to listen,
but I didn’t hear anything!

Aah!

I believe you.

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[ Browning grunts ]

[ Body thuds ]

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Harold.
Cooper: Excuse me.

Why are you in my home
at this hour?

This is not okay.

You’re right. It’s not.
I understand that.

And under
any other circumstances,

I wouldn’t have imposed.

Did you sleep here?

A ver quick catnap.

Just on the bench
over there.

Truly,
a half-hour at most,

and then the time it took
to put together breakfast.

You see, I was at Mount Vernon,
playing a very small part

in a Revolutionary War
reenactment,

when I got to drinking
quite late

with the 1st Delaware
Regiment.

One thing led to another.

Those Blue Hen boys really know
how to hold their whiskey.

What is going on with you?
Do you even have a home anymore?

Please. Sit down, Harold.
Have some coffee.

We’ve got business
to discuss.

Like Robert Vesco?

Tell me that wasn’t you
that broke him out of prison.

I read he escaped
from a hospital.

Just as well.

Prison’s no place
for a man

of Robert Vesco’s stature
or advanced age.

You realize that we have
to track him down now
now and arrest him.

Well, you could do that,
but you’ll be leaving

three young women
in mortal danger.

The Hyena
is on the hunt.

A Blacklister?

Of the lowest order.

Are you familiar
with Warren Bostwick?

New York hedge-fund titan.
Died a couple years back.

They say they never
recovered his fortune.

Ah. Last week,
Bostwick’s attorney

was found dead in the
men’s room at Benneker’s.

What looked like
a slip and fall

was really the work
of the Hyena.

When professional thieves
or white-collar criminals

are imprisoned,

their stolen goods
are rarely recovered.

Do you know why?

They’re too well-hidden.

Waiting for the felon’s
jail sentence to end

so they can be reclaimed.

And that’s when
the Hyena strikes.

A scavenger by nature,
he sniffs out the hidden spoils

by shaking down family members
and associates,

torturing them,
murdering them.

Warren Bostwick
may have played it

fast and loose in the market,
but he was not a criminal.

No, but old Warren did
leave behind a hidden fortune

worth hundreds
of millions,

and the Hyena
has caught the scent.

His real name
is Sean Bane.

He uses extreme violence to
hunt down what he’s looking for,

and right now he’s hunting
the lost fortune of this man.

Malik:
One week before his death,

Warren Bostwick
liquidated his portfolio

and transferred his massive
wealth into an unknown account.

To date, those funds
haven’t been recovered.

Cooper: Bane is deviating
from his usual M.O.

by targeting
an innocent man’s fortune.

Last week, he killed
Bostwick’s attorney.

His next logical target

would be Bostwick’s
three surviving daughters.

Ressler: Triplets?
Malik: Yes, and protecting
them won’t be easy.

Cordelia’s in a remote village
in Bolivia doing relief work...

Alex went off the grid
eight months ago...

and Kendall’s the only one
we have a location on.

Cooper: She was CFO of
her father’s company
until his death.

She’s now living in
his Westchester mansion.

Sorry, but Wujing is amassing
Blacklisters as we speak

to take down Reddington.
I mean, why would he divert us

to babysit
a bunch of rich women?

It doesn’t matter.
They’re in danger.

Ressler, Dembe,
meet with Kendall.

Agent Malik,
I want you to reach out

to some of your
international contacts,

see if you can track down
the other two sisters.

Red: [ Chuckles ]
Hello, Robert.

Mm-hmm?

Comfy?

Hmm! I’m limper than
a drunk jellyfish.

Ooh.

I haven’t had
a Turkish massage like that

since that hammam
in Antalya.

Well, after a year in lockup,
you deserve it.

Lunch from Mama’s TOO!
will be here within the hour.

Hmm. Raymond...
[ Sighs ]

I love
the hospitality here,

but I feel like I’m being
fattened up for a slaughter.

When does the axe fall?

There’s no axe.

Hmm.

So, what gives?

First you bust me
out of prison.

Now you’re treating me
like a hairy princess.

I’ve lost a lot of people,
Robert.

If my circle of friends
gets any smaller,

it won’t be a circle.

I just want to fill my world
with people I care about.

What a crock of crap.

You need me for a job
or what?

I need you for a job.

Ressler: Don Browning didn’t
trip and fall in that bathroom.

Your father’s attorney
was murdered.

Dembe: We have strong reason
to believe

there’s a violent criminal
chasing his fortune,

which puts you and your sisters
in danger.

Forgive me, gentlemen,
but you’re beginning

to sound like
the conspiracy nuts.

I mean, there are
entire subreddits

devoted to the mystery
of why Warren Bostwick

liquidated
all of his holdings.

And what can you tell us
about that?

How about I let my father
tell you?

In my dwindling days
here on Earth,

I’ve made a bleak discovery.

I may be a market genius,
but I’m a lousy parent.

My three adult daughters

are just waiting for me to die
so they can cash out.

I can feel that
every time you visit me.

You three are strangers
to me...

and barely sisters
to each other.

That’s why
I’m leaving this video,

in hopes that I may do in death
what I failed to do in life --

teach you to work hard
and to work together.

It’s the only way
you’ll ever see my money.

As part of his effort to make
them earn their inheritance,

old Warren consolidated
his assets into Bitcoin.

[ Scoffs ]
Some financial wizard.

He took a bath there, huh?

On the contrary.

Even after
the market crash,

Warren’s fortune has doubled
since his death.

But more importantly,

all his crypto funds
are stored in one location.

An anonymous
digital wallet.

I’ve created a passcode
for that wallet,

which I’ve split
into three pieces.

At the end of this message,

I’m going to read you
a poem I wrote.

The poem
is a treasure map,

its lines filled
with hidden clues

drawn from
his personal life.

Solve the clues
to reveal the passcodes

and access ungodly riches.

Have the three of you
been able to solve any
of the clues together?

[ Scoffs] Together
was never an option. No.

I mean, I love my sisters,
but they’re free spirits.

They don’t know how
to hold onto money.

But when I find the funds,
I’ll provide for them.

As the eldest sister,
it’s my job.

Wait. The eldest?
You’re triplets.

And I’m the eldest
by 12 minutes.

Dembe: Who knows
about the existence

of the clues
and the hidden passcodes?

As far as I know, now that
Don Browning is dead,

just myself
and my sisters.

Can we get a copy
of the poem?

Why? So you can become
weekend treasure hunters?

I’m sorry, but I need to
get back to work, agents.

Thank you for warning me
of the danger.

Sorry, but w-we’ve been
authorized to provide you

with a full-time
FBI detail.

And I appreciate
that offer, I do,

but I’m sure
my security team

can handle any threats
that find their way here.

Thank you.

Vesco: For two years,
Warren’s own daughters

haven’t figured it out.

What makes you think
we can?

Well, we’re men of a certain age
who tippled with Warren

on many a balmy night
in Mustique.

Robert,
I’d venture to say

that you and I know
far more details

of Warren’s personal life
than even his own daughters.

Well, what the hell?
The girls had their chance.

Shall I read the first stanza
of the poem?

You have it?

"To find the answer
that you seek

you’ll need to sit
with Hemingway.

To Have or Have Not
your desire.

Just stay until
the sun’s last ray."

How did you
get ahold of that?

"To Have or Have Not."

Warren’s daughter Kendall
secretly paid a cryptanalyst

to comb thorough the entire
book for hidden cyphers.

That’s how this whole affair
came to my attention.

The cryptanalyst is one of
my better-paid resources.

Oh. Hemingway.

W-Warren always struck me
as more of a Faulkner guy.

[ Chuckles ]
You were struck correctly.

I once heard Warren call
Hemingway "a drunk Neanderthal

who couldn’t string
six words together."

[ Chuckles ]
So he hated Hemingway.

But he loved his
Arturo Fuente Hemingway cigars.

Ooh. Hand-rolled
in the Dominican.

Always kept a box
in the humidor in his study.

Robert, did you
just solve a clue?

Well, maybe half a clue.

To figure out the rest,
we need to find a way

into Warren’s study.

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Classical music play ]

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Man: FBI.
For Miss Bostwick.

Guard: Go up and see her
if you want.

Miss Bostwick told you.

She doesn’t require

any FBI protect--

[ Body thuds ]

♪

Bane: Good evening,
Miss Bostwick.

It’s time you and I had
a friendly chat.

.

[ Radio chatter ]

Guard #2: I arrived at 7:00 a.m.
for my shift,

and her body was cold
when I found it hanging here,

and I called you
straight away.

Was there
a night guard here?
Jimmy.

He’s always here
when I check in,

but this morning,
there was no sign of him.

I guess Kendall sent him out
so she could, uh --

Look, why don’t you write down
his cellphone number

and address for me, huh?

Alright.

[ Pen clicks ]

M.E. says he can’t determine
a cause of death

until after the autopsy.

Don’t need an M.E.
to tell me what happened here.

This wasn’t a suicide.

The Hyena is working his way
through the sisters.

Yeah, well, we need
to find the other two,

and their protection’s
a priority now.

Malik’s reaching out
to the relief organization

that Cordelia works for.
They’re getting word to her.

What about Alex?
The one who’s off the grid?

We have any info on her?
I know where Alex lives.

I’ve driven Kendall to
her building in Hoboken

lots of times.

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A rich Bostwick daughter
lives here?

Urban off-the-grid living.
It’s a thing.

Well, if she’s here,
she knows we’re here.

[ Knock on door ]

Alex: Who are you?
Alex Bostwick?

I said, who are you?

Agent Ressler, FBI.
This is Agent Zuma.

We need to speak to you
about your sister Kendall.

[ Locks clicking ]

They got to Kendall?

Her body was found
hanging in the study.
[ Whimpers ]

We have cause to believe
she was murdered.

I’m sorry.

You said "they."
Who are "they"?

I don’t know! I don’t know!

They -- I mean,
I’m trying to find them, too.

They hide in
the Internet of Things.

I-It’s my father’s fortune that
they want, so they hunt me down.

Just buzzing bugs
in the machine

and in my -- my mics, my --
my webcams, my brain.

I thought -- [ Chuckles ]
I thought Siri was my friend,

but, no, I mean, wherever I go,
they find me,

and now, what, they got --
they got to Kendall.

We don’t want
to cause you alarm,

but the man
who got to your sister,

he’s coming
after you, too.

We want to offer you
some protection.

Can we come inside?

[ Chuckles ]
Ohh...

I’m sure you’d love
to come inside

and find out
what I know, huh?

You -- You are just like them.

Or m-maybe you even are them.

That’s it. That’s it.

Oh, what the Feds
would love to do

with Daddy’s money.

[ Locks click ]

She’s really not well.

We need to put surveillance
on this building immediately.

Whether she wants it
or not.

[ Rattling ]

Red:
Ahh. Almost there.

[ Door opens ]

Now, if I recall, Warren’s lair
is to the right here.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

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Ah.

♪

Hemingways.

Robert, you called it.
[ Chuckles ]

So, now what?

"To find the answer
that you seek,

you’ll need to sit
with Hemingway."

Don’t have to
ask me twice.

[ Lighter clicks ]

Mm.

Well, it’s kind of batty,
isn’t it?

I mean, sending your own kids
on a scavenger hunt

to claim
their inheritance.

I don’t know, Robert.

Who’s to say how one might feel
at the time of their death?

Warren may have felt
amused, mischievous,

or maybe just hopeful.

Better that than fear
or pain or regret.

At the moment of my death,
I just want to feel alive.

Cordelia: Agent Malik. Hi.
This is Cordelia Bostwick.

Malik: Thank you for getting
back to me, Ms. Bostwick.

First of all, I’m so sorry
about your sister.

They told me you got
the news this morning?

Yeah. It’s been a challenging
day, that’s for sure.

But, uh, you know, this is just
gonna take some time to process.

Of course, and I don’t want
to make that any harder,

but I need to let you know
that your safety is in jeopardy.

There’s a dangerous man
after you and your sister,

and he will find
his way to you.

In -- In Bolivia?

He’s chasing
your father’s money.

So, you -- you want me to
come to where a killer is?

We have no way to
keep you safe if you don’t.

If you’re here,
we can assign you

a full-time protective detail
in an FBI safe house.

Okay.
Um, yeah, I mean, I’m --

I’m planning to come back
for the funeral, anyway,

so just --
just give me the details.

Vesco: Hm.

Well, the Hemingway’s
almost dead.

I’m nubbing it here, bud.

How is this supposed
to solve a clue?

Trust the poem.

"To Have or Have Not
your desire,

just stay until
the sun’s last ray."

It’s still light out.
Yeah. Barely.

If we’re gonna do more cigars,
I need better light to see.

[ Grunts ]

Ahh.

Raymond.

Does that look like
"the sun’s last ray" to you?

I’ll bet
that’s a Handel lamp.

Hand-painted.

Take a look
under the rim.

H-A-N-D-E-L.

Ahh.

Oh, there’s
a model number, too.

6160. W.R.
What’s that?

That’s the craftsman’s
initials.

Oh.

Put it all together...

It’s a hidden passcode!

[ Both laugh ]

I’ll be damned.

So, you sit with the Hemingway
cigar until the sun goes down,

prompting you to
turn on the lamp,

revealing
the hidden passcode.

Not bad.

Not bad?

Come on.
Read the next clue.

I’m feeling lucky!

[ Chuckles ]

Alright.

"You can’t define
its radiance.

You love it irresistibly.

So find the stone
I speak of.

And whisper to it softly."

A radiant stone.

Irresistible.
Uh...

Like a gemstone?

No.

Warren wasn’t impressed
by precious gems.

Terrible investments.
Too easy to lose or steal.

In fact, he once told me
the only diamond he ever bought

was the one he put
on Marilyn’s finger.

Right there!

And immediately after buying it,
Warren had the diamond itself

laser-engraved with
a miniature code so small,

it can only be seen
by microscope,

so if the ring were ever stolen,
he could prove it was hers.

That’s vintage Warren.

He engraved everything
he owned. Remember?

Fountain pens.
Golf clubs.

Even his racehorse.
Tattooed its ear.

[ Chuckles ]

What are the chances

that invisible engraving
in Marilyn’s diamond ring

is the next piece
of the passcode?

Fits the clue.

But where’s the stone?

Marilyn died
in childbirth.

Hope he didn’t bury it
with her.

He didn’t.
Look here.

I’ll be.

I believe that’s Alex,
the oddest duck in the brood.

Warren must have passed
the ring down to her.

Mm-hmm.

This young woman

is wearing the answer
to our next clue.

I love a diamond heist.

[ Both chuckle ]

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Malik: We got a hit from
one of the area motels

where I circulated
photos of Bane.

He checked out 40 minutes ago,
driving a white Chevy van

with stolen tags,

carrying what looked like
a tool belt.

Was that
the only sighting?
For the moment.

We just issued a BOLO

and added the plate
to the ALPR hot list.

If we get an alert,
we’ll let you know.

I’m leaving for JFK now
to meet the third sister

and escort her
to the safe house.

Be careful out there.
All of you.

Tadashi, any luck
finding her address?

Luck? No.

Skill? Ya boy!

Before Alex Bostwick
went off the grid,

she was a heavy
social-media user,

but last year,
she went full digital detox,

with one exception.

Two weeks ago,
she accidentally posted

to one of her
dormant accounts.

She wrote to a user
named MadIRC.

I located him
in an obscure chat room,

where I lurked
until Alex joined

under the user name
OptimisticPanda.

That gave me her IP address,
and from there,

it was a hop skip
to her geodata.

What’d he just say?

[ Chuckles ]
We have her address.

But Alex won’t just
open her door for us.

If we want to get inside

and find her mother’s
diamond ring,

we need an angle.

-Hmm.
-That’s easy.

Alex has devolved
into a conspiracy freak.

Based on her discussions
in the chat room,

she’s convinced
that she’s being monitored

by ultrasonic
listening devices.

She’s just paranoid.

She’s been chasing that fortune
for two years!

Alex contacted MadIRC because
he claims to have invented

an Exotic Modulation Detector

to sniff out
ultrasonic surveillance.

-Did he?
-[ Laughs ] No way!

Well, whether he’s invented
anything real or not,

MadIRC has invented
an alter ego.

Perhaps we can employ
the ingenious MadIRC

for our purposes anyway.

Yes.

MadIRC is just an archetype
for a character,

waiting for the right actor
to step inside

and breathe life
into the role.

You don’t know anything
about ultrasonic surveillance.

I have Tadashi here
to coach me.

We’ll see.

Tadashi, can you send
a private message to Alex

and make it look like
it’s from MadIRC?

We should set up
a meeting.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

Ugh. Yeah.

I was afraid something like
this would happen. Eventually.

I mean, with all that
hidden money out there,

you know, it was only
a matter of time before

word got out that we were
given clues to find it.

What about you?

Did you try finding it?

Sure. I mean, after
we watched his video,

I-I wanted the three of us
to work together.

It’s -- It’s what
my father intended

by writing
that stupid poem,

and I thought it would give us
the best shot at solving it.

I gather that’s
not what happened.

Oh, no. The claws came out.
Like always.

Kendall tried to
take control of us.

I guess -- I don’t know.

She thought it was her role
as CFO in the company.

Poor Alex just started
showing strain

under the pressure of it all
right away and just...

crawled into
her own shell.

So you walked away?

That’s right.

My father left each of us
modest trust funds,

and it was enough
to get by on.

But I really don’t want
any part of his wealth now.

I’ve just seen
what it does to people.

Well, we’ve got a couple
leads on our target,

so hopefully we can get you
back to your relief work soon.

We’re driving to
a safe house in Flatbush,

where two agents will provide
full-time protection.

Okay.

Oh. I’m starving.
What took so long?

Ehh.
Long lines, long lines.

Ah.

Here you go.

Wait. These are french fries.
I ordered onion rings.

Well, I told them
onion rings.

They must’ve made a mistake
on the order.

Yeah, but you have
onion rings.

Yes.
They got my order right.

Hey.

Somebody’s coming.

♪

I knew it! Reddington
just gave us this case

to take out
the competition.

I’m not standing by this time.
I’m going to arrest Vesco.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

If the Hyena is out there
right now,

watching this building,

you’ll just alert him
to our presence.

Keeping the sisters safe
is what matters.

I have some bad news for you.

The Feds are sitting
on Alex’s building.

We have a new player
in the game.

Raymond Reddington,
the FBI’s Most Wanted man,

just walked inside.

Ahh. Okay.
Um, excuse me, gentlemen.

Yeah.
How did this happen?

I don’t know.

Okay, well, um, we only have
two parts of the passcode,

so we need to find out
what Alex knows.

Can you, um --
Can you get her out of there?

I’ll figure something out.

Uh, without killing her
this time?

Hey! I did you a favor
by taking out Kendall.

She suspected you.

Just get Alex out
and bring her to me.

[ Television playing ]

.

Red: You keep
Alex interested,

and I’ll look for
her mother’s diamond ring.

Hopefully it’s still
on Alex’s finger.

Have you stopped to consider
that if we find this fortune,

we’ll be robbing three young
ladies of their inheritance?

Pish posh.
I told you --

Warren thought his daughters
were a disaster.

Mm.

Hey. Do you remember
the password exchange?

I wrote
the password exchange.

♪

Alex: Hello?

I have no mouth
and I must scream.

Great souls
suffer in silence.

[ Locks clicking ]

MadIRC. Hi. Hi.

Uh, come in. Come in.

Come in.

♪

Hi. Um, I’m --
I’m Alex --

Oh, shh, child.
No birth names.

It’s safer that way.

Ah, yes. No, yes.
You’re right. Of course.

Our -- Our personal data
is all we have.

It must be protected
at all costs.

Precisely why
I invented the EMD.

The Exotic
Modulation Detector.

Yeah. I know. And --
Here -- Here, come in.

Um, you know, I need
additional security solutions.

The standard sweep tools
aren’t enough.

And now that they can turn
all of our technology,

even our lights,
into audio transmitters,

it’s just --
nobody’s safe.

Slow down,
OptimisticPanda.

Uh, one step at a time.

First, I’d like you
to meet my associate.

Oh. Yes.
Uh, CosmicMuffin.

To determine
whether my EMD

can detect emanating
light fields here,

CosmicMuffin needs to conduct
a search first.

Sorry. What --
Eh, purely visual.

Okay. Okay. Uh, yeah, what --
what -- what’s he looking for?

Vesco: Oh, any objects
that might interfere

with the EMD’s
signal reception.

-Like what?
-Certain metals. Alloys.

But the worst
are crystals.

You can’t have any crystals with
a mineral base inside your home,

like rubies, emeralds...
diamonds.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Growls ]

I don’t --
I don’t own any gemstones.

You sure about that?

Most women have at least one
piece of jewelry lying around.

An old necklace.
A diamond ring.

[ Dog barks ]

Yeah, I mean,
I used to own jewelry,

but, yeah, I sold it all
to finance a personal project.

I even had to sell
my mother’s wedding ring.

So no diamonds?

[ Dog barking ]

[ Chuckles ]

Hello, you.

Yeah, Diamond was, um,
my father’s best friend,

and he knew
how much I loved her.

I can get a little, um,
activated sometimes,

and so my shrink says
that a service animal can help.

She used to say that,
but I fired her

because she had something
pretty suspicious

hiding in her
Prada glasses.

I’m just gonna
finish my search.

♪

[ Fingers snapping ]

Vesco:
So, as I was saying,

the EMD is a very special thing
because without it...

We were looking for the
wrong Diamond, weren’t we?

Yes...

Old Warren
tagged his racehorse.

Why not you, too?

I’m supposed to
"whisper to you softly."

Look at that.

[ Chuckles ]

Man on TV: ...entitlements
are nothing more

than socialism in action.

Uh, anyone want
more coffee?

We all live in America.
We all...

We rely on a steady flow
of coffee for this job.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah. I bet you do.

Thank you.
You’re welcome!

[ Television playing ]

♪

♪

Well, I’d say after
a cursory glance around

that we’re done here.

I’ve seen everything
I need to see.
Ah.

Uh, okay. What -- What --
What does that mean?

C-Can you still sell me
the EMD?

I have money.
I wanted to pay you for it.

♪

Red: There’s something
I’ve been keeping from you.

We’re not the only ones
hunting this fortune.

What?! You’re loo--
You’re looking for the money?!

Ugh! I cannot believe
I let you in.

I mean, who -- who are you?
How did you even find me?!

She’ll be okay,
but we can’t be here.

I’ll meet you downstairs.
Okay.

♪

[ Speed-dialing ]

Power’s been cut.
The Hyena is here.

She needs protection.
Hurry.

♪

♪

[ Dog barking ]

♪

Ressler:
Did Bane get here first?

I don’t believe so.

Take a look at this.

Dembe: Looks like
an old garbage chute.

♪

♪

Your sister Cordelia told me
about your little escape route.

Very eager to hear what you’ve
learned about the treasure.

.

Ressler: We lost Alex.
We think the Hyena has her.

Unless Reddington has her.
Reddington?

Yeah, he was here,
along with Vesco, too.

You know those two
frauds are chasing the
missing fortune, too?

Malik: Sir!
Hold on, Agent Ressler.

NYC DOT just got a traffic-cam
hit on Bane’s white van.

It’s moving east on Avenue D
toward Flatbush.

That’s the neighborhood
where I dropped off Cordelia.

It’s where
the safe house is.

The Hyena’s got one sister.
Now he’s going after the other.

Did you call her
protective detail?

Yes, and no one’s
answering.

Agent Ressler, you and Agent
Zuma get to that safe house.

I’ll try and reach
Reddington.

Copy.

You didn’t think
that I might want to know

that there’s a homicidal maniac
on the same treasure hunt as us?

I didn’t want to
make you anxious.

Well, I’m anxious now.
[ Scoffs ]

What about Alex?
You think she got away?

[ Cellphone rings ]

I sent in reinforcements.

And since when are you worried
about a mark, anyway?

You’ve made a life of preying
on impressionable minds.

Yeah, sure, when
they’re functional minds.

But Alex -- I don’t know.
I mean, this poor kid.

She’s not dealing
from a full deck.

Here. Read this.
The last stanza.

Let’s stay focused here.

"Every story
much reach an end.

Such sadness
that it doth impart.

To finish mine,
drop to a knee

and read what’s carved
upon my heart."

Well, that’s grim.
Indeed.

"Read what’s carved
upon my heart"?

You don’t think Warren
literally, you know --

What, carved the passcode
onto his heart?

Robert, please
stay with me here.

Though I wouldn’t be survived
if one of those sisters

had exhumed his body by now
to check.

No, I have a feeling
the true hint

lies in the first half
of the stanza.

I’m certain of it.

We need to locate
Warren’s grave.

What is happening?
Why -- Why are we here?

Oh, my God.

Ah. It’s been a while, sis.
I’m, um --

I’m really sorry we pulled you
out of your shelter.

I know how safe you feel there,
but, um...

[ Chuckles ] Forces are
closing in around us.

I need to know if you’ve
solved any of the clues.

You?
Did you kill Kendall?

That wasn’t
supposed to happen.

Okay, but it did.
I tried, okay?

I-I am the one who wanted us
all to work together

to do this the way
that our father asked,

but Kendall insisted on doing it
her way, and you just --

Alex, you just
crawled into a hole.

Okay, well, now
we’re doing it my way.

You’ll want to leave the room
in this next part.

[ Chuckles ]
Okay.

Well, if you want it so badly
that you’d kill Kendall,

what’s the point?

♪

It was tattooed
inside Diamond’s ear.

[ Chuckles ] The stone
was the dog. Of course.

"You can’t define its radiance.
You love it irresistibly."

That’s exactly how Daddy felt
about that dumb animal.

She’s not dumb.
I know. I know, Alex.

I know you love her
as much as Daddy did.

And Daddy tailored each of
these clues to each one of us.

I mean, our best chance
at solving the poem

was for us
to work together.

Yeah, well, that’s a little
hard to do with a dead sister.

We’re done here, right?
We have all three clues.

Time to cash out.

No. No, no, no.
Not yet.

If Raymond Reddington is as much
of a threat as you say he is,

then I need to destroy
the answer to the third clue

before he finds it.

Oh, and, um, you know...

I’m, uh, coming around to
what you said about Kendall.

We just --
We really can’t afford

to leave any witnesses
behind.

Cordelia. Don’t.
Cordelia.

[ Gunshot ]

Which, uh -- Which one of you
is Reddington?

-He is.
-He is.

[ Chuckles ]
It doesn’t matter.

You’re too late.

I destroyed the answer
to the third clue.

It would appear
you and the Hyena

make quite
a formidable pair.

You know he’s still
going to kill you, right?

The moment you withdraw
those funds.

I wouldn’t count
on that.

♪

He’s still alive.

Dembe: But Bane’s not.

[ Alex whimpering ]

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Where’s your sister?
I-I don’t know. She --

She told me to wait here
until she gets back.

She says we’re gonna be
a family again.

You, uh,
figured it out, huh?

The epitaph on
my father’s grave.

The final piece
of the passcode.

I mean, I knew the answer
because he ordered his tomb

before he died
and I paid all of his bills.

The final stanza
said drop to a knee

and "read what’s carved
upon my heart."

This inlay on his monument
is made of rose quartz.

It’s one of
the heart chakras.

Your interpretation
of the clue.

[ Inhales sharply ] A bit
simplistic, don’t you think?

Why? What -- What --
What are you talking about?

You’re conveniently neglecting
the first half of the stanza.

"Every story
must reach an end.

Such sadness
that it doth impart."

Do you know what made
your father sad?

[ Scoffs ] My father
was not a feeling man.

On the contrary.

One afternoon, he and I were
anchored off Carriacou,

sitting on the bow
of his yacht,

when he shared with me the key
to his financial success.

It was the sadness he felt
over the loss of your mother.

What drove him to make

all that money
you’re so desperate for

was a desire to dull
the pain deep inside.

But all the riches
in the world

couldn’t fill the hole that
your mother left in his life.

She was his heart,
not some silly chakra.

Your mother’s body lies
right here beside your father,

beneath a simple
grave marker,

because he wasn’t a wealthy man
when she passed.

♪

Ah! Look.

What do you know?
There’s an epitaph.

The answer to
your father’s clue.

What does it say?

Ow! You shot me
in the foot!

We’ve got what we need here.
You ready to go?

Vesco: Hold on.
We can’t just leave her here

with the final piece
of the puzzle.
Don’t worry.

I have a cleanup crew on standby
to...pick up the trash.

Oh.

.

Okay, I’ve strung together
the three passcodes

and entered them
into the login page

for Bostwick’s
digital wallet.

[ Beep ]

[ Beep ]
Ta-da! Shi.

Well done, Tadashi.

That’s a healthy balance.

Wait. There’s something else
in his wallet.

It’s an NFT.

Non-fungible token.
This one’s a video file.

Is that what the kids
call a TikTok?

I think
that’s a Chatsnap.
Huh.

Stop.
I-I’m gonna open the file.

[ Key clacks ]

Congratulations, girls.

In solving all three clues,

you’ve taken a journey
into your old man’s heart.

A fine cigar.

A faithful pet.

And the love of a good woman.
Your mother.

That’s what sustained me
in life, even after her death.

I’m sorry I wasn’t there more
for you girls.

It’s a great failing,
and I do regret it.

But in earning
your inheritance,

you overcame your differences
and pulled together,

just as I knew you would.

Hopefully, if this experience
has taught you one thing,

it’s what’s really important.

The meaning of family.

Enjoy your money, girls.

You deserve everything you got.

A tragic tale,
no doubt.

Hm.

But at least it brought us
together, my friend.

Yeah. I’m still waiting
for that axe to fall.

There is no axe, Robert.

Tadashi, transfer half
of Warren’s cryptocurrency

into Robert’s account.

Eh, actually,
I was thinking

that one-third might be more
appropriate for the situation.

Why, Robert, you do have
a heartbeat after all.

[ Doors slide ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Cork pops ]

Do I need to buy
a blow-up mattress?

[ Chuckles ]

I know you have questions,
Harold,

about jailbreaks
and Robert Vesco,

hidden fortunes.

Fire away.

Actually, no.
I don’t have any questions.

At this point
in our relationship,

after 200-some-odd
Blacklisters,

I’m aware of your games,

and nothing you do
surprises me anymore.

If that’s the case, perhaps
you’ll honor my request

to stay away
from Robert Vesco.

Why’s that?

I can’t be certain,
but I may need some...help.

The sort of help the
task force cannot provide.

I’ll consider
the request.

By the way,
who walked away the winner?

What’s that?

Bostwick’s riches.
You and Vesco.

Who screwed over who
this time?

Oh, that’s all behind us,
Harold.

We’ve had our ups and downs,
Robert and I,

but he’s an old friend,

and our days of betrayal are
thankfully a thing of the past.

♪

Hm.

Robert Vesco.

I already placed my annual order
for Girl Scout cookies.

Tell your story walking.

I represent
Mr. Wujing.

He was given your information
by Marvin Gerard,

the late attorney
for Raymond Reddington.

What if I told you
your arrest by the FBI last year

wasn’t bad luck?

It was a plan.

Formulated and executed
by Raymond Reddington.

You walked
into his trap.

Why would
Reddington do that?

If you want to learn more,

call this number
when you’re ready,

and we’ll send a car.

Mr. Wujing looks forward
to discussing

your shared interests.

♪

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