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You need help?

What is this?

Hey.
I'm talking to you.

Hello, Chief Walker. Sorry
to interrupt your meal...

Who the hell are you?

Who I am is immaterial.

What matters
is that I know you.

I know, for example,
you're the top cop

in a city consumed
by an opioid epidemic.

I know the Saleri Cartel
have had remarkable success

moving product
on your streets,

and I know why...

You're protecting them...

Whatever you think
you're doing...

...you and a cadre
of corrupt underlings.

I've provided a sample
of the kind of proof

that my team
has gathered.

Copies, actually.

It's all quite
well documented,

the warnings
of impending raids,

the secure transport
your men have provided,

the cartel members
you've neglected to arrest.

What do you want?
What is this?

A notification.

We're not asking you
to stop anything,

we've simply decided
to change your employer.

My employer?

I've been retained
by the Tuerto Organization.

You report to them now.
The Saleris are done.

You can arrest them
or kill them,

my client doesn't care.

Do as you're told,
and you'll be hailed as a hero

for ending the Saleri era.

Ignore my instructions,
and you'll be destroyed.

Publicly and permanently.

Okay, then.
Good night, Chief.

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 06 Episode 15

Episode Title:
"Olivia Olson"

Uh, yes.
I'd like to close my account.

The authorization codes?

Of course... Yes, I'm ready...

Access Delta 6-3-9.

Echo-Uniform-Whiskey.

That's right.

Liquidate everything.

All $60 million.

Raymond. It's Elizabeth.

Just hold on one sec.

Why is it that men think
the only way

to handle a problem
is to be stoic?

Because Gary Cooper
or Henry Fonda or Gregory Peck

have taught us that's how

a man should deal
with a problem.

Aram is completely
shut down.

I have a competitor I want you
to take out of the competition.

He's gonna implode.

Only time will mend
Aram's broken heart.

Or revenge.

You want us to take down
an honest cop?

The chief
is not my competition.

Nor is he honest.

He used to work
for one cartel.

Now he works
for a more powerful one.

My competition
is the woman

who convinced him
to switch sides.

She helps
one criminal organization

take over another?

She helps them expand.

By identifying targets.

Organizations vulnerable
to hostile takeovers,

businesses,
or individuals

whose debt
can be leveraged,

or, in this case,

a cop who's susceptible
to persuasion.

Are you siccing us on a
criminal or a corporate raider?

Corporate CEOs are slavishly
beholden to quarterly earnings,

often sacrificing long-term
strategy for short-term gain.

Well, CEOs
of criminal enterprises

may not have Wall Street
analysts to answer to,

but they're still under the
gun to increase profits,

because if they don't,
they're not given

a golden parachute and exiled
to a mansion in the Hamptons,

they're killed.

So pointing them
to greener pastures

is a very
lucrative business,

and no one is better at it
than Olivia Olson.

Why are you telling me
all this?

You're usually
annoyingly guarded

about your true motive
for giving us a case.

Why are you admitting that you're
giving us this criminal to expand?

Because it's a win-win.

I get
to expand my reach,

and you get to know more about
what Anna McMahon has been up to.

Are you telling me Olson
has intel on Anna McMahon?

As I said,
it's a win-win.

Reddington wants the Task
Force to go after a Blacklister

who works
with Anna McMahon

when Anna McMahon is
overseeing the Task Force.

I know. It's tricky.

The tricky part is knowing
if we're getting played.

Figuring out if this
Olson woman is involved

in McMahon's plot
against this country,

or whether Reddington
just said that

so we'd have incentive
to take out his competition.

It's incentive enough
for me.

We are nowhere on figuring out
what McMahon is doing.

She's a top-level
justice department official

who has the ear
of the President

and is orchestrating
a conspiracy so dangerous

she had to hire a hit man

to kill the people
who found out.

And she wanted Reddington
executed.

And despite all that,
somehow she's now our boss.

Which is why we have to
proceed with caution.

Tell us about Olson.
What do we know?

Well, for starters,
her name isn't Olson.

No one knows
her real identity,

only that she's a former
Wall Street analyst

who made a fortune doing quantitative
risk analysis for private equity firms.

She facilitated
hostile takeovers.

In the aftermath of
the 2008 financial meltdown,

she re-emerged
as a corporate raider

for the
criminal underground...

What exactly
is the problem?

Eikendoll.
She's a competitor,

and her new
construction company

is cutting into the Regal
bottom line.

So you either want
to remove her or destroy her.

I want to do both.

Her approach to the Collington
Police Department is typical.

She identifies
vulnerable businesses

and then target maps them
until she knows

every pressure point,

which she then exerts
to strip them of their assets

or absorb them...
Or, in this case,

to sell out one cartel

and pledge allegiance
to another...

Who happened to be
her client.

Reddington says
her clients range

from a real estate developer
in Boston,

to a crime lord
in Mumbai,

to Ukrainian oligarchs.

She commands a seven-
or even eight-figure fee

to help them expand into both
criminal and legitimate businesses.

So she hurts
innocent people.

Just like Mr. Reddington.

What?

You know it's true.

So, Olson.
What's our way in?

Reddington says
she has a meeting

with a prospective client.
He gave me a time and place.

Get a tactical unit,
put together a plan

to interrupt that meeting,
and bring her in.

By taking her out,
we're helping Reddington

extend his reach. Are you
okay with us doing that?

If it gets us closer on
Anna McMahon, yes, I am.

And the only way
it'll get us closer

is if we keep her from
knowing what we're up to.

So, no mention
of her name. To anyone.

I don't want McMahon
to know we're aware

there's any connection
between her and Olson.

Understood?

Good. Roll out.

Agent Mojtabai?
A word.

The job requires a clear head
and complete focus.

I know that's a lot to ask
at the moment,

but it's the bare minimum.

If you can't give it,
you need to let me know.

I am focused, sir.

I'm angry.
But I'm focused.

In ways
I never thought possible.

Win-win?

No. I didn't sign up
for a win-win.

I signed up for win.

Us winning. Not him.

Reddington always has
an alternative agen...

He's not Reddington.

The only difference is that we
actually know what it is this time.

And that doesn't
bother you?

That he didn't even have
to pretend anymore?

That he's open about using us
to make him rich?

Look, I know you hoped
that I'd be okay with us

not pursuing who he really is,
but I'm not.

This must be the client.

Aram, we have a visual.

Is everybody in place?

We're not done talking
about this.

TAC unit's in place.

They're feeding us audio.

Searching for CCTV feeds
of the area now.

What's going on?

Reddington's
the new client?

So much for him telling us
what his angle is.

I don't care
if it blows the op,

I want eyes
inside that building.

Still working on video.

Keen, Ressler,
what are you seeing?

No more than you.
Reddington's inside.

Hello, Mr. Reddington.

You hearing this?
That's her.

I've never made
a virtual acquaintance.

I must say, it feels
pornographic.

Well, an abundance of caution
is an occupational hazard.

It sounds like she's on
some sort of video feed...

Which means she's
broadcasting to this location.

Can you trace it?
I can try.

Yeah, well, try fast.
Before Reddington

double-crosses us again.

How might I be
of assistance?

You convince people
to change allegiances.

I'm hoping to convince you
to do the same.

I'll make it
worth your while.

I doubt that's possible.

Well,
I guess we'll see.

Who would you expect me
to betray?

Anna McMahon.

What is he doing?

Exactly what you wanted us
to avoid.

He better have
a good explanation for why,

or there's gonna be
hell to pay.

Okay,
I'm not seeing anything

matching this kind of
video feed

on any
of the local towers.

Where else
could it be coming from?

A radio transmission?

Maybe.

Maybe, but for a direct
feed to be reliable,

you'd have to be close.
How close?

Uh, within five or ten
blocks of the receiver.

So she's nearby.

How do we narrow that down?

I don't know how many
times I need to say this

for you to be convinced, but I
have no ties to Anna McMahon.

The NAFTA renegotiation.

When the treaty went
for Senate confirmation,

the White House
was one vote shy.

Anna McMahon asked you to
get it for them, and you did.

Okay, okay, okay, she is
transmitting a lot of data,

so she'd have to use
a high frequency.

How high? Well, a lot
of wireless cameras

operate above 900
megahertz, like...

A police radio.

Go to scan mode. Sweep
the 900 megahertz spectrum.

You overestimate my reach.

And you
underestimate mine.

You're not the only one
capable of drawing a heat map.

Okay, all right,
all right. I got it.

982.5

Whoa. Wait. That's weird.

What's the problem? I can
see the signal strength,

but it's not constant.

Is there some kind of
interference?

Uh, maybe,
or she's not stationary.

I think maybe the signal's
being broadcast

from a moving vehicle.

You reached out
as a potential client.

But I get
the distinct feeling

you're more of
a potential competitor.

More of a successor,
really.

You've had
a nice, long run.

I'd hope to honor that
by informing you

of my hostile takeover
in person.

But perhaps
this is best.

Face to face,
those conversations

can linger uncomfortably.

This way,
we can simply disconnect.

We're headed north
on Culver.

All right,
the signal's getting stronger.

No, hang on,
you overshot it.

Uh, make a right.

There. You're there.

Okay, what exactly
are we looking for?

A van maybe?
A small truck?

Something
with a visible antenna.

That's it.
We've got her.

Ma'am.

We've got a tail.

They're tracking
the feed.

All right,
she must have disconnected.

I lost the signal.

Ressler!

You have
a very powerful enemy.

Why? What's wrong?

Raymond Reddington.

What are you
talking about?

He asked me
to betray you.

And when I said
I wouldn't,

I was chased
by the police.

I can make it go away.

You better.

Or I may be forced
to oblige Reddington.

You may consider it
a badge of honor

to have him as an enemy...

I don't.

Aram.

It will get better.

I know.

You're gonna make sure
of it.

You have a lot
of explaining to do.

Why is that?

I led you by the hand
to an elusive Blacklister,

and you
let her get away.

You hid the fact
that you were the one

- meeting with Olson.
- I omitted it.

Hiding implies I cared
one way or another

about you knowing.
I didn't.

You told her about Anna McMahon.
How could you do that?

By now, she's told
McMahon we're onto her.

I certainly hope so.

That's the last thing
we wanted!

Harold, sit.
Take a breath.

Smoke a cigar.

Read some
Calvin and Hobbes.

Whatever you do
to relax,

do it before
you have an aneurysm.

Please tell me why you think
it's a good thing

that the person
we're suspicious of

now knows
we're suspicious of her.

Anna McMahon is smart
and cautious,

and, try as we might,

neither you nor I have been
able to get the merest whiff

of her plot
against this country.

I thought it best
to force the issue.

Let her know we're looking,
put her on alert,

make her think twice,
and in doing that,

possibly, hopefully,

cause her
to make a mistake.

Exactly what part of "I run this
Task Force" do you not understand?

Sometimes my grasp of human
nature astonishes even me.

Let me say it back to you, see
if I understand what you want...

A justification memo once
Reddington gives us a case

but before we start
working on it,

a real-time memo
where we take time out

from what we're working on
to tell you

what we're working on...

...and a case file memo where we
detail what's in the case file

attached
to the case file memo.

It's all about
flow of information.

Tell me, with all this
information you want us to flow,

when are we supposed
to actually work?

It's urgent.

Everything you do is based on
the instruction of a sociopath.

So forgive me
if I want input

into whether or not
we do as he says.

Olivia Olson.

Who?

- You don't know her?
- Should I?

She facilitates mergers
and acquisitions

for criminal clients
across four continents.

She's the latest
Blacklister.

If we capture her,
we capture her files.

A treasure trove of
information about her clients

and the companies
she's blackmailing

on her clients' behalf.

Do you have a problem
with that?

Of course not.

Just like I'm sure
you'll have no problem

sharing
the captured files.

If they do contain
the names of her clients,

I'll want to assign agents
to coordinate their arrest.

I'll alert you
once we have them.

Sounds like we agree.
Excellent.

Glad we had this talk.

Director Cooper.

That accomplished nothing.

Except to bury me
in paperwork.

Patience, Harold.

We're chumming
the waters.

Sooner or later,
the big one will bite.

Talk about deja vu
all over again.

Reddington misleads us, Cooper
slaps his wrist, and life goes on.

Because he gives us
high value criminals

and it makes the world
a safer place.

Yeah, a fact
I'd come to terms with

before finding out
that he was an imposter.

I know this is hard
for you,

but whoever he is,

he's looked over me
since I was a child.

So if I can accept that his real
identity is none of my business,

I need you to accept that
it's none of yours either.

And if your mother's out there
and she knows the truth?

Katarina Rostova
framed my father

for crimes
he didn't commit.

Because of her lies,

I grew up believing
he was a traitor.

If she is alive,
and that's a big if,

she probably wouldn't tell me
the truth anyway

even if she knew it.

Look, I really think the best
thing is to just let it go.

Okay, so I was able
to pull an image

from a traffic cam
at Culver and Talbot.

You get an ID?
Not on the driver,

but the trucks
that cut you off

were registered
to Hammerstone Electric,

which, uh,
tells us nothing

since I doubt
you were attacked

by a horde
of angry electricians.

Right. One month ago,

a private equity firm
in New York

bought up Hammerstone's debt
and shut them down.

So we were attacked
by a horde of angry MBAs?

And they were bought
by Raincloud IBO,

a New York firm specializing
in hostile takeovers.

Olson.
Well, it makes sense

that she would have a company
to front her transactions.

I'm going to get
a warrant.

Tonight, you, me,

and as many pitchers
as it takes

to thoroughly
drown sorrows.

Deal?

Well,
I don't normally drink,

but under
the circumstances,

sure.

We've been over this
I don't know how many times...

Their leadership structure, their
greenmail plan, the staggered board...

They're not vulnerable
to activist investors.

And her personal life?

Clean. Squeaky.

Church on Sunday.

Eikendoll's untouchable.

I did have
one other idea.

Eikendoll just completed a new
sky deck at the Alta Hotel.

What if there was
an incident?

You wanna target
public opinion.

The deck is cantilevered
from the building

on the 72nd floor using
light gauge steel beams.

My engineers insist
that framing's

more than sufficient as long as
they're held in a vertical orientation.

However, they also
pointed out

there's a mechanical chase
with gas

and utility lines
here on the 71st floor.

If, for some reason,

that gas line
were not properly installed,

if corners were cut
during construction,

fumes would get trapped
in that chase.

All it would take is
a pilot light from a furnace,

an errant elevator spark,

any sort of combustion
would blow the living hell

out of that mechanical chase
and comprise the bridging.

Without proper support,
the stress

would cause the channels to
twist and fall like dominoes.

You wanna collapse
the deck.

Make it appear Eikendoll
cut corners

and crater public opinion.
Force her to sell.

Guys, these are peoples' lives
we're talking about.

Is this contract
really worth that?

I hope that was
a rhetorical question.

Ladies and gentlemen,
FBI.

FBI. We have a warrant
to search this building.

Stop working.
Stop what you're doing.

Step away
from your computer.

- Line up against the glass partitions.
- Agent Ressler.

I'm gonna need a word
with your Managing Partner.

- Hands where we can see them.
- We got a situation out here.

What are you
talking about?

It's the FBI.

They say
they got a warrant.

What do you want to do?

We're burned.
Handle it.

Agent Ressler?

Mitchell Young. I'm
Raincloud's Managing Partner.

What's going on?

Read the warrant.

We have a court order
to search.

Search for what?

Yesterday, vehicles
registered to Hammerstone Electric

were used to thwart
an FBI pursuit.

Your firm owns
those vehicles.

We acquired Hammerstone
a few months ago,

but we bought the company
to sell its assets.

If somebody stole trucks,
that's not our fault.

- You. What is it?
- What?

What are you trying
to tell your friend?

Um, Eric's my assistant.

If you want to talk to him,
you're...

Eric, you're what...
20? 25?

By the time
we're done here,

you could spend
at least that long in prison

for any number of crimes...

- Eric...
- ...including obstruction,

securities fraud,
aiding and abetting.

So how about you help us out
and tell us what you know?

Two floors up.
Heilman & Main, CPA firm.

It's not a CPA firm.

Stay on him.

- FBI!
- Hands! Hands!

She's wiping everything...
Take it offline. now.

I said
take it offline!

I can't.
It's a malware program

originating
from the host system.

You've made
a terrible mistake, Aram.

You took something precious
from me.

A mistake
you'll have to rectify.

So I took something
precious from you.

I want my money.

When we were
in Luxembourg,

Dembe opened an account

under your name
at Banque Vertrauen.

I kept a copy of the account-access
fob we stole that day.

It took you long enough
to figure out what I did.

Honestly, if you hadn't
walked in just now,

I was thinking I was gonna
have to tell you myself.

Is this your idea
of vengeance?

Not vengeance.

Leverage.

$60 million worth

to get you
to take me to Samar.

No matter
what happens next,

this doesn't end the way
you think it's going to.

My bag's packed,

my goodbye note's
written.

I'm ready to face
the consequences either way.

Are you?

I want
her name and location.

I don't know
her location.

Nobody does. She doesn't
take meetings in person.

She's never been here.

Her name then.

All right,
what was on those computers?

There's no point.

You're too late
to stop the attack.

Attack? What attack?

Who's she planning
to attack?

No one here
is gonna help you.

Cyber's en route,
but those drives are fried.

Someone with
a lot of skill's

gonna have to put
those pieces together.

All right, listen to me.

There's an attack in motion,
if people get hurt,

you're gonna be charged
as a co-conspirator.

You want that?

What I want
is a lawyer.

- Elizabeth.
- We got a problem.

We have reason to believe
Olson's planning an attack,

probably to leverage
her next takeover victim.

Who's the target?
That's the problem.

We don't know who,
where, or when.

All we have are pieces of
encrypted files from her servers.

Cyber just showed up. We'll
send over whatever they decrypt.

Have you reached out
to Aram?

I tried him.

He didn't pick up.

That was Elizabeth.

She doesn't know
you're gone.

You didn't say goodbye.

I told you.
I left her a note.

Mmm.

Ahh.

It's hard to leave people
you care about.

Or maybe
you didn't say goodbye

because you don't think
that's what this is.

And if that's the case,
let me be clear...

If you become part
of Samar's new life,

Harold, Donald,
Elizabeth,

you'll never be able
to see them again.

Never speak to them.

Never be there for them
when they need you.

Is that why Liz called,
because they need help?

You running away
will not take Samar

off the Mossad's
kill list.

They're counting on you
to lead them to her...

Which is why they bugged your
apartment, phones, friends.

How do you know that? Because
that's what I would do.

It's why Dembe took an extra
hour to get us to the jet...

Shake off
any possible tail.

From now on, Aram,
you call a friend or family,

text, e-mail,
insta-whatever, anything...

They will trace it
to you,

find Samar,

and kill her.

And yes.

The Task Force
needs help.

To stop
an imminent attack.

An attack?
On what... Where...

Doesn't matter.
You're out.

Sit back, relax...

Calculate the hourly interest
you're accruing

on my $60 million.

Mr. and Mrs. Eikendoll,
I'm sorry to interrupt...

I'd like to introduce you
to Michale Muhlbach.

Michale's the President of
the Pratt-Wickler Foundation.

Mr. Muhlbach, it is
so lovely to meet you.

I just wanted
to say thank you

for pulling the strings
to get us into this space.

Just stunning.

Actually, my wife Caroline is
the CEO and brains of Eikendoll.

I'm just the arm candy.

I'm so sorry.
Don't be.

The work Pratt-Wickler has
done for Parkinson's research

is so admirable and so
critical to so many people.

We're just happy
to be part of the solution.

Thank you again.

It's gonna be
a fantastic evening.

Yes. Let's raise
some money.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Cheers.

The data from Elizabeth.

Mmm.

What is it, code?

Data?
Is it encrypted?

You're either in
or you're out.

They can't trace me to Samar
until I'm with her.

And I am not with her yet.

This isn't heaven
or hell.

It's purgatory.

And I can help
from purgatory.

So, please.

$273.

That's the interest per hour
on $60 million.

$2.4 million a year,
$6,575 a day,

$273 an hour.

At 4%.

I was being generous.

The federal funds rate
is 2.5.

Yes.

And mine is 25.

25? Percent?

Which makes
the hourly interest

$1,712.

And if I solve
the riddle?

I'll round it down
to $1,700.

Friends and family
discount.

Anything on the attack?

Nothing. Tell me you got
something off these drives.

Nothing concrete,
strings of data.

A few partial names.

Some routing numbers
to a bank in London.

Are these blueprints?

Yeah, but
we don't know to what.

It appears to be
some sort of event space,

but it could be anywhere.

Well, her employees downstairs
either don't know or won't talk.

Tell me
you know something.

I do. Um...
Uh, that is... Uh, hi.

Hey. Aram?

Uh, Mr. Reddington showed me
what you sent to him.

Uh, where are you?

Honestly?
Uh, I have no idea.

The target you're trying
to identify,

we believe it may be
in Manhattan.

Manhattan?
What makes you think that?

I-I'm putting you
on speaker.

Okay, so a few
of the broken code strands

look like they may have been
trying to overcome a firewall

on CCTV cameras
in Midtown,

specifically 50th south
to 38th.

We have blueprints
but just pieces.

Yes. Some of which were date-stamped
as recently as last fall,

so you're looking
for new construction.

Go back, Keen.

There, that tower.

There. That's it.

It's the Alta Hotel
in Midtown.

Aram, you're the best.

Tonight,
the pitchers are on me.

Um, actually, Liz...

Agent Keen?

Another hour
in purgatory.

Thank you, thank
you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

When I first started
Eikendoll Construction,

people told me
it couldn't be done.

That the contracting business
was a boys' club,

and that I would
be devoured.

But the business is thriving,

and this beautiful property
is proof of that.

I proved them wrong.

But when my brother, Todd,
was diagnosed

with Parkinson's
eight years ago,

I was forced
to re-evaluate things.

I still care
about the bottom line,

only now the bottom line
I care about

is finding a cure
for Parkinson's.

And once again, the doubters
are saying it can't be done.

Which is why are here
we are here tonight.

To prove them wrong again.

So... So open your hearts
and open your wallets,

and however many zeroes
you were planning

on putting on that check,
add two more,

because that's how much
finding a cure matters.

Thank you so much.

Amazing turnout.
Great work.

Thank you so much
for being here.

This is security,
Cobb speaking.

Mr. Cobb,
Elizabeth Keen, FBI.

We have a credible threat
that your building

is the target
of an attack.

What kind of an attack?

You need
to evacuate immediately.

Do you understand?

NYPD is en route,
we need everyone out.

Treatments have long
focused on symptom management,

but effective methods for early
diagnosis are now a reality.

Already, new tests can detect abnormal
alpha-synuclein in patients at an early...

Miss Segers?
We've got a situation.

We need to clear the space now.
Everyone out.

Our security office is ahead.
Down the hall and to the right.

Do we know what kind of threat we're
looking at? We're not sure yet.

Sound the fire alarms
and run your evac plan.

I'm going up top.

I got a 10-72.

I need fire and paramedics
on site.

Roger? Where's Roger?

Where is my husband?

Where is Roger?

Hey!

You know where the blast
came from?

Don't know.
Below us, I think.

I'm trying to get answers now.
We need everyone out.

Get out! Move! Get out!

I'm gonna get you
out of there.

- Just hang on, all right?
- I can't hold on.

- Give me your hand.
- I can't... I can't let go!

Come on.
You can do this.

Look at me.

You can do this.
Just give me your hand.

Come on. Release
that and give me your hand.

Come on.
Do it now. Come on!

I just got word the Feds
have Mitch Young in custody.

We need to call it off.

Call it off?
It's already done.

The police know.

Which means
it won't be long

before they connect this back
to you, if they haven't already.

You need
to get out of town now.

I can't. The servers.
I'll handle the servers.

Just get out
before it's too late.

Ressler!

NYPD's still trying
to account for everyone,

but M.E. says
we lost six.

Keen, what is it?

FBI! Stop!

Talk. Now.

She's gone.

Must have knew
we were coming.

Yeah, well,
this'll come in handy.

Edward says we're landing
in 20 minutes.

So. Where are we?

Why don't we just wait
and see?

You know, I do understand
why Samar didn't say goodbye.

And I can accept why you
helped her avoid that.

But I couldn't accept that
we weren't gonna be together.

Samar accepted it.

She engineered it.

She's wrong.

She thought I'd resent
caring for her

as her condition worsens.

I won't.

I've made many difficult
choices in my life.

Choices that at one point
or another

have brought
pain and sorrow

to everyone
I cared about.

That's a heavy burden
to bear,

even if the path one chooses
is the only one in sight.

It's the burden Samar
now bears.

She didn't leave
because she thought

you would come
to resent her.

She left because
she saw no other path.

She's a target.

And if she was in your life,
you'd be a target, too.

So she left.

Allow her to believe
she did the right thing.

If you go to her,

she'll just have
to leave you again.

Don't make her burden heavier
than she can bear.

Samar is the strongest person
I know.

And yet she didn't have the
strength to say goodbye to you.

You are more powerful
than you know, Aram.

Use it wisely.

I understand
you lost Olson.

To summarize
the case file memo.

Agent Ressler's working on
that will summarize

the case file
Agent Keen is preparing,

yes, we did.

And her files?

We recovered
Olson's hard drive.

Our cyber unit is in the
process of transferring the data

over to members
of your staff.

If there are
any actionable cases,

you'll be able to refer them
to the proper authorities.

Excellent.

Perhaps our inter-agency
cooperation

won't be as difficult
as I imagined.

It shouldn't be.

We all want
the same thing.

You and I do.

But I doubt
Reddington does.

For example,
with Olson,

did he tell you why he
put her on the Blacklist?

No.

Nothing?

Your guess
is as good as mine.

Well, I guess I'll go look
at the files.

And like I said, we're
off to a promising start.

Yes, I think so, too.

Uh, yeah.
Uh, about that...

Hey.

Hey.

I thought...

You said you were going
to be with Samar.

I was.

I mean, uh, well,

that's where Mr. Reddington
was gonna take me

when...

When you called.

And did you see her?

No.

And I'm not going to.

I went
because I love her.

And I came back
because I realized

the best way to love her
is to honor her wishes.

That couldn't have been
an easy decision to make.

It was not.

Or a cheap one.
I owe Mr. Reddington $56,100.

What? Why?

I will explain
over drinks.

If you're still up
for going out.

And... And paying.

You bet.

Uh, just let me finish
this case report.

Take your time.
I got to run home

and talk
to someone first.

♪ All the lights have changed

♪ Coming back into the city

♪ Driving homeward slow

Donald Ressler.

Oh, hey, MJ, thanks
for returning my call.

Uh...

Listen, I understand
that you, uh, ran point

for the Agency
back when Langley

was hunting
Katarina Rostova.

I was wondering if I could pick
your brain about what you found.

♪ Out of this
blue Sunday dream

♪ Come to me
with your smoky mouth

McMahon took the files.
Reviewed them herself,

then kicked the ones
with actionable intel

back to her staff
to pursue.

All but one.

Any chance she knew
you'd made copies

before giving her
the hard drive?

None.

She assumed she had them
all to herself.

So the one she kept back
is the one

she didn't want
anyone to see.

The Third Estate.

Mean anything to you?

Yes. It's a reference
to the French Revolution.

It means everyone else.

The 99%.

It also means McMahon
used Olson to pressure

the Third Estate
into helping McMahon

carry out her plot
against the United States.

You have your first lead,
Harold.

Congratulations,
and you're welcome.

♪ This is all just
in our minds

♪ Honey, would you mind

♪ Getting out of mine?

Can you hear me?

I know you're listening.

♪ Well, now it's screaming red

Watching me.

♪ Watching the leaves
fall down

Hoping I might go to her...

♪ And laugh at us instead

...but I won't.

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm

Do you hear me?

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

She's gone.

She's really gone.