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[people chattering
indistinctly]

Hi. Bless you.
Same to you.
Bless you.

[cellphone rings]

Can you take over for a second?

Oh, of course, honey.

[chuckles]
You miss me already?

[laughs]
Am I that obvious?

-[laughs] I don't mind.
-Good.

'Cause I am cooking dinner
for you tonight.

Roasted chicken,

baby carrots with honey,

oh, and rice.

I know it's not much,
but it's what I know
how to cook best.

I'm just happy I found
a husband who can cook.

Well, you deserve
a special night.

I feel guilty
that we haven't been able
to take our honeymoon yet.

You couldn't
make me any happier
than I am right now.

I'm here for another
half an hour,

-and then I'm all yours.
-Oh! Um...

I am going to need
a little more time than that.

Um, can you make a stop
on your way home?

I picked up a bottle of white,

but I think
a nice bottle of red
would be much better.

Can't wait.

Bye.

Hello. I'm home.

[chuckles]

I, uh, maybe splurged a bit
on a Petit Verdot.

But you did say
it was a special night.

Kel?

[chuckles] What are you up to?

[suspenseful music playing]

Come on, Kel, pick up.

[automated voice]
You've reached a number

that has been disconnected
and is no longer in service.

What the hell is happening?

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Oh, my gosh.
That coffee smells good.

I didn't sleep a wink.

Every inch of this city
is under construction.

It's like jackhammers
are at my headboard.

I slept better in my car
than at the hotel.

There's something
in the New York air

that makes sleep useless,

so said Simone de Beauvoir.

Agree to disagree, Simone.

So where are we off to today?

Bavaria for a meeting
with the Illuminati?

Treasure hunt in Cairo?

I'm off to a meeting.

You should enjoy your coffee.

No, no, no. Sit, sit, relax.

I was told
to keep an eye on you.

I'm willing to offer
a compromise.

My burner phone.

Write the number down
and call it

whenever you want
to check up on me.

I promise I'll answer.

What am I supposed to do
the rest of the time?

Well, perhaps you'd prefer
to spend the day

pursuing your own
personal matters.

You're referring to the check
from the garage sale?

Did you step through that door?

Not yet.

Oh, well.

Why don't you just tell me

what Kathleen Sutton has to do
with my mother's past?

Because, Agent Malik,

some stories can't

just be told.

They have to be discovered.

Call whenever you like.

Morning.

After 30 years of marriage,

I can finally
tell the difference

between your sexy squint

and your tortured gaze.

And what are my eyes
telling you now?

That I'm not
getting lucky tonight.

[chuckles]
What's going on with you?

Uh, the task force.

We're under a high level
of scrutiny.

If we're gonna survive,
we have to prove our worth.

But we're in a holding pattern.

-Reddington?
-just Our team relies on

the Blacklist cases
that he brings us,

but he's been acting
erratically,

more so than usual.

Anything I can do?

Sure.

Find us a case to work on.

There's this young woman
I volunteer with

at the meal center,
brand-new to the country,

Happiest newlywed
in the world,

until her husband vanished
from the apartment.

-Charlene, I was joking.
-Right in the middle
of cooking dinner.

Poor thing,
she couldn't even

get through her shift yesterday
without crying.

I'm very sorry
to hear that, but, uh,

it's not exactly
the kind of case
is gonna help us.

Oh, so...

the goal of your team
is to help yourselves.

And all this time
I thought it was
to help people in trouble.

My mistake.

Okello Okoro.

It's been four days
since his wife, Duni,

came home to find him gone
and their apartment ransacked.

She filed
a missing persons report,

but so far, Montgomery County
police have come up empty.

A missing husband.
Really?

I mean, what's Reddington's
angle here?

This case didn't come
from Reddington.

[Dembe] Who did it come from?

Charlene.

Who's Charlene?

-His wife.
-Ooh.

If you got a stronger case,
I'm all ears.

We're hanging by a thread here.

Senator Panabaker called me
at home last night

to inform me
that Congressman Hudson

has recruited Senator Dorf
to his cause.

The head of
the Intelligence Committee.

Congressman Hudson won't
give up until he finds out

who we are and what we do,
and with Dorf on his side,

Hudson could
subpoena our case files
and read everything.

There's nothing to read.

Raymond removed all traces
of himself from those files.

Exactly.

We're a task force
built around an invisible

and thoroughly
unreliable asset.

If this team's gonna
get shut down,

I'd just as soon
use our final days

to do some good
for somebody.

[Ressler] Dembe and I
will go talk to the wife,

get the full story.
What's her name again?

Duni.

You dig into the husband.
Okoro.

If he was kidnapped,
let's find out why.

This is Agent Ressler
and Agent Zuma.

They're good men.

And if anyone can help you,
they can.

-I can't thank you enough.
-You're welcome, dear.

I've never felt so scared.

Why don't you start
by telling us

more about your husband?

Charlene tells us
you're newlyweds.

-How'd you two meet?
-Um, on a dating app.

Um, I was living in Kenya
at the time.

I think the distance
made us feel safer to open up.

So we started
messaging and...

[sniffles]

The beautiful messages
he wrote.

Before we knew it,
we were in love.

So you moved here for him?

Kel offered to come to Kenya,

but he has a good job here,

and I've always wanted
to live in America.

So I got here four weeks ago.
We got married right away.

[Dembe] I know you think
your husband was taken,

but is there any chance
he left on his own?

Many men get cold feet.

No, not Kel.

We're in love.

[Ressler] Now,
are you aware of anything

he might be running from?
Any debts?

[Duni] Not that I know of.

Like I said,
he has a stable career.

Why are you asking me
these questions?

We checked
your husband's financials.

His bank account was emptied
the same day he vanished.

Whoever abducted Kel
must have known about
my parents' money.

Your parents' money?

The dowry.

They transferred it
into Kel's account
just this week.

Seventy-five thousand dollars.

It was all my family had.

If Kel's account is empty,

then whoever took him
must have taken the dowry, too.

[door opens]

Dowries? I didn't realize
that was still a thing.

In some African
and Asian countries,

they continue to be given,
but they're largely illegal.

I imagine that would
make them pretty appealing
for a criminal.

"I can't stop it.

I can't stop it any more than
I can stop a wind from blowing

or a wave from crashing.

I want to be with you.
I want to be with you now.

I'm tired of
living this charade.

The me that others know
has died.

I need to shed myself
from this dry, scratchy skin

and be reborn in you.
In us."

[Ishaan] Jemma!

-What?
-What is it?

I just received
an alert from the bank.

The transfer came through.

[laughs]

[line ringing]

I just received the dowry.
Another job well done.

You ready
for another target?

Hell yeah. Whatever you need,
I'm your guy.

I'm just working on
a new woman from Senegal

who is almost ready
to make real contact.

I'll send you your new
ID packet this weekend.

First, I just need
to wrap out another case.

[door opens]

Good morning, beautiful.

[laughs] Morning.

I'm excited for today.

I cannot wait
to make you my wife.

[woman giggles]

Hello?

Mrs. Sutton?

We didn't get a chance to meet,

but I was at a garage sale
you went to a few days ago.

Oh, dear.

Please tell me
that nice man in the hat

isn't asking
for his stamp back.

No, nothing like that.

Special Agent Siya Malik
with the FBI.

I was wondering if I could
ask you some questions.

[door closes]

Here. Please take a seat.

I'm not sure
how much help I'll be.

My Nigel worked
for the Foreign Office,

but he couldn't get
into specifics of what he did.

I'm looking for information
about a woman,

a CIA agent who I guess
was a liaison to your husband

about 25 years ago.

Does that ring any bells?

[chuckles] Oh, I don't know.

Nigel was stationed overseas
most of his career,

and I lived stateside.

That's why we wrote
so many letters.

And closer to his...

Closer to the end,
he was reassigned to London.

I met a few
of his coworkers

before he died
in the line of duty.

But, uh, that period
is such a blur for me.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I appreciate that.

Well, actually,
I do remember one colleague

who I met at Nigel's service.

-A woman?
-Yes.

She gave me her business card,

and she said if I ever needed
any help to reach out.

What was her name?
Was it Meera Malik?

Hmm. No, that's not her.

Ah, what was her name?

It was, uh...

Regina.
That was it.

Regina Saint.

-Are you sure?
-[chuckles] I am.

I remember thinking
it was a lovely name

at a dreadful time.

[Herbie] According to her file,

Regina Saint worked for the CIA
for 23 years.

She was your mother's
case officer at one point,

and she's now retired

in St. Augustine, Florida.

All right,
I'm sending you

all the information I have
on Regina Saint right now.

[cellphone dings]

Got it.
Thanks so much for your help.

Yeah, no problem.
So how are things going
with Reddington?

Oh, he lives in
a decrepit bath house

and makes great coffee.

Not much else to report.

Uh, I gotta run.
Duty calls.

Where are we
with the missing husband?

Uh, well, based on
what I found,

"missing" is a relative term.

Security footage
from Okoro's bank

the day he was kidnapped.

If there's any question,
what you're looking at

is Okello Okoro...
Say that three times fast.

Draining his account dry.

If his hand's being forced,
he doesn't look
under duress to me.

Check out the timestamp.
That's an hour before

his heartbroken bride
called 911.

Missing husband
or thieving bastard?

You make the call.

[Ressler] After we talked
to the wife,

Dembe and I did some digging.

This guy's entire identity
is fabricated.

Okello Okoro's
Social Security number
belonged to an infant

that died in childhood
in 1982.

His birth certificate
lists a hospital

that has no records of him,

and his marriage certificate
is a fake.

-So he's a con man.
-[Ressler] Well, that
suggests an individual.

Now, given the intricacies
of his scam,

we believe Okoro is part
of a larger operation.

Okay. There may be
other victims out there.

We need to find Okoro's
real identity.

I want all of you
to head to Duni's apartment.

Armed with
this new information,

maybe we can find something
local PD missed.

-[door opens]
-[woman laughing]

-Voila!
-[laughs]

You're going to hurt yourself.

What do you mean?
I've been secretly working out

in preparation
for this very moment.

So you think I'm heavy?

You're perfect.

I'm going to call my parents
to tell them the good news.

No! Uh, stay.

I mean, they're probably
fast asleep anyways.

You clearly have never met
my parents.

They're up and waiting.
I guarantee it.

Plus, I want them
to send over my dowry

so we can get out
of this man cave,

find a respectable place
to start our lives together.

All right, fair enough.

But as soon
as they send the money,

we're gonna get you a ring
and a proper honeymoon.

I want to do this right.

You should have everything
you've ever wanted.

I do.
I have you.

How could I have been
so naive?

I really thought
we were in love.

Kel was so sweet
and emotional.

You should read the messages
he wrote me.

He spoke straight to my heart.

We need to figure out
who your husband really is.

The police didn't find
any of his fingerprints here.

He wiped the place down clean
before he left.

Have you seen any
of his personal items
that could help us?

No.

These things still have
the price tags left on them.

This entire apartment
is staged for your benefit.

Just like they staged
his kidnapping.

Now, we suspect
that he had accomplices.

Did you ever meet
any of his friends?

No, never.

God, I feel like such a fool.

How am I going
to tell my family that
I lost all of their money?

They'll disown me.

[Dembe] You were
victimized by a thief.

Your family will come around.

Ah-ha! The man you know as Kel
did a fine job

of cleaning his wayward hairs
and dead skin cells,

but nobody can
remember everything.

-I just pulled a clean print.
-From where?

-The toilet.
-He didn't clean
the toilet?

He cleaned
most of the toilet.

But lucky for us,
Kel is a stand-up guy.

As in he stands to pee,

which means he has to
lift the seat.

[Dembe] You found
his fingerprint underneath
the toilet seat?

Gross.

Have you changed
a diaper recently?

Okay, let's run that print,
get the ID.

I confess, I'm usually
the one avoiding meetings,

not requesting them.

Well, I've been following your
employer's operations,

ventures in Brazil
and Uruguay.

And now he's set his sights
on the US.

Santoro is almost as hungry
as I was at his age.

Mr. Reddington,
my employer will consider that

the highest compliment
coming from you.

Then why isn't he here?

Why did he send you?

All of Mr. Santoro's
business matters go through me.

So, what are we here
to discuss?

Why don't we start
with the bribing

of Florida's Regional
Environmental Officer?

There's currently
a multibillion-dollar contract

up for grabs to reinforce
the Gulf coastline.

Mr. Santoro
is a businessman.

He had every right
to make a bid for that.

[chuckles] Santoro is a crook.

He couldn't care less about
the effects of climate change.

He's gonna fill those jobs

with all his underworld
connections

and rake in the kickbacks.

Stop me when I'm wrong.

My employer grew up
in the favelas of Sao Paolo.

Being a criminal
was how he survived.

[chuckles]
But the past is the past.

This project represents
a new chapter

for his organization.

So we're playing pretend now.

Okay, I'll play along.

Getting the contract
is just the first step.

If Santoro wants
to milk this heifer,

he'll need to make and maintain
the right connections,

line the right pockets,
pay out entities.

It's overwhelming.

Lucky for you,
I'm here to offer
my assistance.

Mr. Santoro has nothing
but respect for you,
Mr. Reddington.

But we already have
a full complement of partners

on the project.

Erosion is a sneaky sort.

It happens slowly over time.

Before you know it,
something that once
was thriving

no longer exists.

Is that a threat?

Just a tip.

That one's free.

You can see yourself out.

[cell phone dialing]

[line ringing]

Yes, Secretary Kyle's
office, please.

Please sit down.

So, how can I help you?

Well, we just pulled a print
from a fraud case

we've been working,
and it belongs to
one of your parolees.

He was operating
under the alias Okello Okoro.

But his real name
is Kel Ammons.

Kel? That's too bad.

I was hoping Kel
would turn a corner.

I mean, he's not
the sharpest tool in the shed,

but he's handsome,
he's charming.

I thought he might find a way
to cash in on that.

He did, by stealing the dowry
of an African woman.
We need to find him.

I did an apartment check
last week.

Nothing out of the ordinary.
That address should be current.

That's a different address
than the apartment he's
sharing with his wife.

[Ressler] We'll look into this.

We'll get back to you.
Thanks for your help.

Who were the stiffs?

FBI agents looking into
Kel Ammons.

Something about
a love scam.

[Reddington]
Mr. Secretary, welcome.

Please have a seat.

We haven't caught up
for some time.

How are those gray wolves
of yours doing?

[Kyle] You want to hear
something great?

Their population grew by 3.5%
over the last 12 months alone.

And, hey,
we even spotted a new den.

It's near
Glacier National Park.

That's what I love
about you, Eddie.

You truly care
about the puppies.

Puts a smile on my face.

It also gave
the Department of the Interior

a win to take back
to the President.

But we're not here to talk
about wolves, now, are we?

We are not.
I've run into some trouble

with a coastal protection
project in Florida.

The contract is
about to go to a new
erosion control company.

What you don't know is that
the company is backed

by a Brazilian entrepreneur
named Adolfo Santoro,

who also has ties
with certain crime syndicates.

No biggie, but they
include one particularly
ghastly drug cartel

that's been terrorizing
the Yucatan.

It's a sensitive matter
that only you can help me with.

How long do you need?

Long enough
for you and I
to push a few pieces

around the game board.

-You screwed up.
-[Okoro] No, I didn't.

Duni has no idea who I am.

I scrubbed the apartment
like I always do,

and I closed the bank account.

It was seamless.

Well, you must have
screwed up somewhere.

-The FBI knows
your real identity.
-The FBI?

Yeah, they were just here
questioning my boss.

You're burned,
and now we're both at risk.

Jemma, what do I do?
I can't go back to jail.

First, you go
to your apartment.

Get rid of anything
that connects you to me.

And then you need
to disappear,

somewhere no one knows
who you are.

Go now.

Hey, I'll be back soon.

I need to run
a personal errand.

I'll be on my cell, yeah?

Ugh. It's astonishing how much
work and preparation

went into this terrible con.

Well, imagine what they
could have accomplished

if they just applied themselves
to something constructive.

Wait. Isn't that our guy?

Kel Ammons. FBI.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

[suspenseful music playing]

Kel Ammons,
you're under arrest.

[cellphone rings]

Jemma,
I'm glad you're calling.

Listen, I want to talk
to you about something.

Yeah, where are you?
Are you alone?

Yeah. Mey's at the cafe
on the corner,

grabbing us something to eat.
What's going on?

We're moving up
the timeline.

I need you to withdraw
Mey's dowry today.

Actually, that's what I want
to talk to you about.

The FBI is onto us.

One of my husbands
got made.

I'm shutting down
the operation.

I'm not sure how long.
Maybe for good.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
The Feds?
-Don't worry.

They don't have
any idea you exist,

and I'm going
to keep it that way,
you have my word.

But for now,
I need Mey's dowry
in my account today.

Look, Jemma,
I can't do it.
I can't rob Mey.

Why not?

I...

I love her.

Mey did not fall
in love with you.

I'm the one
who seduced her online. Me.

She fell in love
with my words, my passion.

What are you going to do
when she figures out

you have nothing
meaningful to say?

Look, I'm not stealing
her money.

More than half of that dowry
belongs to me,

and it may be my last one.

There's no way in hell
I'm giving that up.

Jemma, don't call again.

-Don't you...
-[line disconnects]

Ugh.

Thanks. Bye-bye.

Excuse me.
Are you Mey Chen?

I am. I'm sorry.
Do I know you?

No, but I-I just witnessed
a terrible accident

on Dale and Fifth.

A pedestrian was hit
by a motorcycle.

He said his name was Aang,
Aang Chen.

-Do you know him?
-He's my husband.

Well, uh,
he was pretty banged up.

I don't know how badly,
but when the paramedics

put him in the ambulance,
he asked me to come find you.

He said that he didn't
have his phone

and that you were new
to the country.

You'd have no way
of getting a hold of him.

Thank you.

Wait, uh, what hospital
was he taken to?

Uh, Overbrook General.
You know where that is?

I don't know
where anything is yet.

Well, I could drop you off.
The hospital's right on my way.

It'd be no problem.
Thank you.

Yes.
I really appreciate it.

[Jemma] Okay.

[Siya] You staying
out of trouble?

For the moment,
but things could take a turn.

The day's not over.
How about you?

I've got a lead
on my mother's

former case officer
with the CIA.

-Wonderful.
-Not wonderful.

The woman's retired
in St. Augustine, Florida.

I left her a voicemail,

but I think
I'm gonna have to wait

until I can take some
personal time
to fly down there.

Nonsense.
I'll take you there

first thing tomorrow
on the jet.

Really?

Are you planning
to fly tomorrow?

I'm planning to fly you
to St. Augustine tomorrow.

Oldest city in America
I've never been.
I'd love to go.

[line ringing]

-[Mey] Hello?
-Mey!

Why haven't you
been picking up?

I've been calling
for the past hour.

Where are you?
You okay?

I'm afraid Mey's
unable to come to
the phone at the moment.

Jemma.
What did you do?

If you hurt Mey,
I swear that I'm gonna--

Before you swear to anything
you might regret,

I want you to understand
that I am the one in control.

And if you don't
bring me Mey's dowry
in the next 24 hours,

you will never see
your wife again.

[cell phone ringing]

Sorry.

Hello.

Mr. Reddington,
this is Tomas Vicente.

I just learned of
an interesting development

in the Gulf coastline bid.

Florida's Regional
Environmental Officer

has just resigned,
completely out of the blue.

And Mr. Santoro's government
contract is now delayed.

I'm confused.
Why are you calling me?

I already offered my help
and you declined.

Please.

Mr. Santoro would
very much like
a face-to-face.

Can you get to Cuba
in six hours?

Maybe. Text me the address
and I'll see.

I'm afraid
we have a detour.

Detour?
Detour to where?

To Cuba.
Have you been?

What about St. Augustine?

Don't you worry one bit.

We will definitely
get you there, too.

What a whirlwind.

How was your first night
back in a cell?

You ready to talk now?

It was Jemma Parikh.

Who's Jemma Parikh?

She works in my parole office.

The woman with the coffee.

[Kel] That's where we met.

Jemma noticed how I was
struggling to find a job.

She promised the con would be
a good way to make a living.

She was right.

So Parikh runs the operation?

She's the one
you're looking for.

How's her operation work?

Jemma looks for...

I don't know.

Good-looking ex-cons,
I guess. [chuckles]

Ethnic types.

She creates an ID for them

and then uses their profiles
to phish online.

That's where
she finds her marks.

From countries where families
still pay dowries.

I take it Duni wasn't
your first victim.

That's right.

Once Jemma got a woman
on the hook,

she'd coach me
on whatever I needed to know.

Then I'd swoop in
and do what I do best.

Don't flatter
yourself, Romeo.

[Dembe] So you split
the dowries with Parikh?

She took 70%,
but she keeps me working.

Well, how many husbands
does she have working?

I don't know.

Jemma's a pro.

She... She keeps us
all separate.

What about the brides?
The other women
she's still conning?

We need their names.

I don't have any.

It looks like
we're done here.

[Kel] Wait! Please don't go.

I want to help you!

I-I just can't tell you
what I don't know!

Jemma Parikh,
born in Ahmedabad, India.

She emigrated to America
in her 20s.

Currently, Parikh works
as a local office manager

for the US Parole Commission.

I called her boss,

but she ditched work
this afternoon.

Nobody's heard
from her since.

Because she knows
we're on to her.

I searched the state
of Maryland's police records

and found 12 foreign brides

who reported their husbands
missing in the last five years.

All of those cases
are still active.

It's a smart con.
Without proof of foul play,

missing persons cases aren't
a high priority.

Even less so when
it involves immigrants.

They're a priority now.

This is no longer a case
about one woman's stolen dowry.

I suspect Parikh
has been running

an international fraud ring
for years.

We need to find Parikh
before she skips town.
Do we have any leads?

I do. I looked into Parikh's
offshore account

where Duni's husband
transferred his dowry.

I traced monthly payments
from that account

to a leased sedan
here in DC.

It's a BMW registered
under the same false ID
on the bank account.

Contact the manufacturer.

Let's see if we can get
a GPS location on that vehicle.

I already did.

BMW is currently
in a parking lot

outside of a bank
on Hamilton and 13th.

Agents Ressler and Zuma,
get there now.

Let's end this
once and for all.

FBI. Keep your hands
where we can see them.

Please, you can't arrest me.
She'll kill her.

Who are you talking about?
Who's gonna kill who?

Jemma Parikh.
The woman I work for.

If I don't get Jemma
this money today,

she's going to kill my wife.

[suspenseful music playing]

Siya, I'm not exactly sure
how this is going to go.

Would you be a dear
and stand by me and look tough?

How tough we talking?

Like you shot a man in Reno
just to watch him die.

I always hoped we would meet,

just not under
these circumstances.

I made promises to my friends
in the States

that I won't be able
to keep now because of you.

I learned the hard way
to avoid promises.

Stick to probabilities,
likelihoods.

You'll find the collateral
damage is much less.

You screwed me over
in Florida.

No, I leaned into resources

that I told
your associate about.

Nothing more, nothing less.

You, on the other hand,
decided to play in my sandbox

without inviting me
to make castles with you.

You have my attention now.

I'm reminded of a time
at the Hipodromo Independencia

in Rosario.
There was a young colt,

perfectly bred,
aggressive, energetic.

Everyone knew
he was a sure thing.

I'm embarrassed to say
I bought into the hype

and bet a whole lot
of money on him,

and he lost

to a horse
who had seen better days

but had the heart
and soul of a winner.

And that night he made sure
everyone knew it.

I'm giving you
one last chance

to accept the offer
of my services.

I'm not alone
on the Florida project.

I have partners,
and before I can
sign off on anything,

I need to reach out
and consult with them first.

I have a few minutes.
I'll wait.

Would you be so kind
as to give us a minute, Siya?

I'll see myself out.

You look the same.

You too.

I wish
you had come back.

I've been busy with work.

I'm not surprised,

what with you being
such a tough guy and all.

But I'm getting too old
to search the jungle for you.

You're saying Santoro
caught your attention,

But I know
you don't care about him

or his business.

That's not why
you're here, is it?

I missed you.

Miss you.

I miss you, too.

But I gotta get back to work.

My partners agreed.

They look forward
to working with you.

Excellent news.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have somewhere else to be.

Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me, Miss Saint.

Oh, please, call me Regina.

Meera Malik's daughter.
My goodness.

I never expected
to see you again.

Wait. Uh, we've met before?

I-I'm sorry. I don't remember.

Oh, of course you don't.
You were still in a crib, dear.

And now you work
for the FBI.

Following in
your mother's footsteps?

Something like that.

I didn't work with Meera long.

Just the one case.

But I considered her a friend.

I was sorry
to hear of her passing.

Well, I'm here because of
the case you just mentioned.

I was hoping you could
tell me more about it.

I remember it well.

You always do
when you lose an agent,

even one working
for a different team.

Nigel Sutton.

Yes. Your mother's partner.

What happened?

There's only so much
I'm authorized to say.

Most of the information
surrounding that case

is still classified.

What I can tell you
is an inquiry

into cause of death was opened,

but your mother
bore no responsibility
in Nigel's death.

He simply died
in the line of duty.

There was an inquiry?

Inquiries are protocol.

But Nigel was just at the wrong
place at the wrong time.

In fact, Meera took it
the hardest.

They were close, you know,
ever since that first case

they worked together
in Kolkata.

I didn't know any of this.

There's a lot
I'm still learning
about my mother.

Hello? I'm here.

I have your money.

[Jemma] Ah,
I'm glad you came
to your senses.

The money, please.

Not until I know
Mey is unharmed.

Mey. Thank God
you're not hurt.

Don't even
think about it.

If Mey loves you
like you believe,

then she'll forgive you.

A happy ending will be waiting
on the other side.

The money, now.

[crying]

Hey, don't cry.
You're safe now.

I got you.

[agent] FBI!

Show me your hands!

Turn around.

All right, move in.

Jemma Parikh,
you're under arrest.

[Dembe] We ran your background.

Do you know what we found?

A criminal complaint
you filed in your 20s,

after you arrived
in the States from India

to marry an American.

But he disappeared after
your parents paid the dowry.

In my country,
I'm what's called
a nowhere bride.

So you were a victim
and now you are
victimizing other women.

How does that happen?

When my husband vanished,
I had nothing.

I tried to go back home,

but my family was too ashamed
to take me back.

I was heartbroken
and on my own
in a foreign land.

So it was done to you,

so you thought,
why not do it to others?

This is the land
of opportunity.
Haven't you heard?

Sounds like a convenient way
to justify robbery.

No, no, you are wrong.

I steal dowries.

They're antiquated.
They are patriarchal.

They maintain
gender inequality,

prevent women
from going to school,

and keep them
from economic independence.

Not to mention the violence
that surrounds them.

You're right.
Dowries are dehumanizing.

But you could have
really helped those brides.

Instead,
you preyed on them.

At the end of the day,
you're no better

than a run-of-the-mill thief.

Just like the man
who stole from you.

I did
what you asked me to do.

Please, you have
to let me see Mey.

Come on.
You know that's not possible.

I need to explain
everything.

I need her to know
I was telling her the truth.

-I really do love her.
-Yeah?

Sure have a funny way
of showing it.

[sighs]

Do you think
he's telling the truth?

Does it matter?

[crying] I guess not.

He's not the person
I left my home and family for.

What am I going to do
in this country now?

He's the only person I...

thought I knew here.

Well, it just so happens

I know a young woman
from Kenya

who I think you might
really hit it off with.

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

[Cooper]
Parikh kept a ledger,

so we were able to arrest
her ring of conmen

and get some of
the stolen dowries back.

The money will be disbursed
to all the women

who were defrauded
by her operation.

Thank you.

I would have never known
what really happened
without your help.

So, what's next?

I have a lot
to think about,

but I want to take
some time for myself.

Maybe try a college course.

-Thank you again.
-You're so welcome.

I don't know if this case
is high-profile enough

to get the DOJ off our backs,

but I'm happy we were able
to help someone.

Me too, honey.
Thank you.

Mmm.

How was your chat
with Regina Saint?

Have you discovered something?

Nigel Sutton and my mother

began working together
in Kolkata,

where my birth certificate
and adoption papers
were forged.

Less than two years later,

Nigel was killed
during an operation,

and Meera was investigated.

There's just too many
coincidences

too close together.

I think it's all connected,
but I don't know how.

Not every answer
is worth knowing.

To me, this one is.

[sighs]

Would you just...

Please, tell me what you know?

Kolkata.

In 1997, Meera was
a young intelligence officer

working in operation in one
of the deepest, darkest holes

that humanity has to offer,
guns and drugs,

sexual slavery.

One night she met the head
of a trafficking ring

in Bowbazar,
a red-light district

that's said to employ
almost 12,000 prostitutes.

While Meera was trying
to work the asset,

she noticed the crying baby
alone in the corner.

At that moment,
members of a rival gang came in

and the place
turned into a free-for-all.

As the chaos
ensued around her,

Meera suddenly just scooped up
that baby girl and ran.

She ran all the way to London
and never let go.

Uh...

The parents.
Who were my parents?

I don't know.

You had been abandoned.

What about Officer Sutton?
What happened to him?

Before Kolkata,
there was no baby.

And afterwards
there was you.

Meera had fabricated
your birth and adoption.

And Officer Sutton,
being her close colleague,

knew the truth
and tried to use that
against your mother,

extorting her
and putting you in danger.

Meera wasn't going to let
anything bad happen
to her new family.

I know
how far a parent will go

to protect their child.

Well, she didn't kill him.

She didn't precipitate
or participate.

She let him die.

Meera gave you
a chance at life.

And from what I've seen,

your mother would be
very proud.

Thank you.

Why don't I get us
something to drink?

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