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We never pass by
a lemonade stand
without stopping first.

Isn't that right,
Christian?

Never.

Thank you.

Would you like a straw?
Uh, yes, please.

KIM: (LAUGHING)
Yes, two pitchers already.

It's the cutest thing.

Oh, but a terrible
business model.

I must have spent £30
on lemons and cups.

(CHUCKLES)

**

Yeah, honey,
hold on a sec.

Ethan?
What are you doing?

It's snowing!

What? Honey, it's...

ETHAN:
Mummy, it's snowing!

**

(CHILDREN YELLING
AND PLAYING)

(LAUGHS)
Yay! (LAUGHS)

Ow, my eye!

Mum, my eye. It burns.

Ash.

This is ash.

(RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

Everyone, inside right now!

Get inside now!

Get inside the house!

Go, go!

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

**

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER,
INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

**

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
Baker 24.

We're moving
to that location.

ETA 15.

Can we get another, uh...

**

Tell me everything.

(DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES)

TOM: Liz, what happened?

Nik's dead.

What?

(VOICE BREAKING)
He was strangled.

They found his body
in an empty lot...

...miles away from home
or any hospital.

What? How?
Do they know?

The last thing
he said to me was

he never wanted
to see me again.

**

Liz, what...

Do they know
what happened?

No, but we do.

Reddington.

He had him
perform a surgery,

and then Nik said
he was out.

Reddington probably thought
he was a liability,

that he knew too much.
You don't know that.

Nik was good.
He was decent.

The only indecent thing
in his life
was Reddington and me.

You didn't...
You didn't do this.

Would Nik be alive
if I weren't in his life?

**

(CRYING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You're not my type, okay?

But if you were even
remotely in the ballpark,

I would have your child.

REDDINGTON:
Do you have a count?

The mailman gave us
two lists.

Each list had 22 people

who wanted their mail held
while on vacation.

That's 44 empty apartments.

We rented 18
for 5 nights each
at $500 a night.

That's $45,000 for the week
off two lists.

By next week,
we should have eight.

Did you hear that?
I just dropped an egg.

While I appreciate
your enthusiasm,

we have cash but no business
to run it through.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Elizabeth.

Could you excuse us, please?

Oh, I'm way ahead of you,
sister.

No offense, but when I get
too close to a Fed,

I tend to chafe.

(WHISPERS)
Nik Korpal was murdered.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I want to believe you.

I suppose it's possible
Nik was killed

by someone
with a connection to me,

but I have no idea who

or what that connection
might be.

I want a name.

I'll do what I can
to find you one.

In the meantime,

a riddle
to keep you occupied.

**

The chemical-plant explosion
in Leeds?

Ilyas Surkov
claimed credit for that.

What's the riddle?

Why did that terrorist

take credit for a crime
he didn't commit?

And how do you know
he didn't commit it?

Because Ilyas Surkov
is dead.

Dead? How long?

According to Reddington,
15 months.

RESSLER:
And no one knows this?

Was there any HUMINT
on Surkov?

LIZ: No, he was like a ghost.

One month,
he claimed credit for
a subway bombing in Lisbon,

and the next,
the kidnapping of
three journalists in Crimea.

If he did die,
no one would know.

But Reddington would?

He knows the best
off-market doctors
on every continent.

One of them treated Surkov

for end-stage
pancreatic cancer.

ARAM: Okay, hang on.

Okay, Mr. Reddington says
it's been 15 months.

Well, in that time,
Surkov has taken credit
for three attacks,

a downed plane on
a humanitarian mission

to Boko Haram victims,

a Paris cafe demolished
by a C-4 suitcase bomb,

and yesterday's
chemical-plant attack.

He's pretty busy
for a dead guy.

Or people acting
in his name.

COOPER: We won't know which
until we find the bomber.

I'll reach out to MI6.

Ressler, Keen,
get to the bomb site.

Talk to local authorities,
see what they know.

(SIREN WAILING)

GLADSTONE:
Liam Gladstone, MI6.

We spoke on the phone.

RESSLER:
Agent Ressler, Keen.

May not look like it,
but we were incredibly
lucky here.

Had a few minor leaks,
but none of the tanks

with the really nasty stuff
went up.

EA just cleared us.

Did you ask your task force
about our copycat theory?

Doesn't hold water.

This is the work
of Ilyas Surkov.

What makes you
so confident?

You know
what taggants are?

Chemical markers that are
imbedded into explosives

to trace their origin.
MI6 has been
working closely

with the CIA's
Surkov Task Force,

and we identified
a construction and demolition
company in Belgrade

we believe is diverting
legitimately purchased C-4

to Surkov for his bombs.

To test our theory,
we planted a taggant

in C-4
we sold to the company.

You found traces
of that taggant.

So, who's your suspect?

Raqaan Ghaffari,

a foreman at Lignes D'Avenir
Construction.

If you have any doubts,
they'll be put to rest
when Surkov hits again,

which he will.

I can assure you, the man
is very much alive.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

**

(DEVICE BEEPING)

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(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

**

**

ARAM: Raqaan Ghaffari.

He's in charge of demolition
for Lignes D'Avenir,

a mid-sized contractor
in Belgrade.

LIZ: We know the explosives

used by Surkov
in his last three attacks

came from Lignes D'Avenir.

So, what's the plan?
We have no authority
in Belgrade.

I'll reach out to
Serbian officials,
get clearance.

But if we want this guy
to lead us

to whoever is acting
in Surkov's name,

we're gonna need to get
creative.

MI6 had Ghaffari
under surveillance.

It didn't yield
any actionable intel,

but Ghaffari
proves to be quite
the creative of habit.

Yeah, Ghaffari eats
lunch every Friday
at the Brutka Club.

So that's where
we make contact.

Ghaffari
is a Moroccan immigrant.

He speaks French
and Arabic.

Surveillance logs gave us
what we believe

is Ghaffari's code name
for Surkov.

Samar can use that
to establish her credibility.

ARAM: All right,
you'll have us on comms,

but to pick up Ghaffari,
this mic...

Well, it's gonna
need to be close.

All right? So...

There.

I'll let you, you know...

It's going to be fine.

I know.

If you did, you wouldn't
have come all this way.

**

Please, just, uh...

...be careful.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Heads up.

She's about
to make contact.

(CONVERSING IN ARABIC)

Aram,
are you getting this?
ARAM: Loud and clear.

This is definitely our guy.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

**

(DOOR CREAKS)

**

TOM: I think Nik was killed
by a guy named Pete McGee.

Nik asked him to I.D.
a skeleton I'd given him.

He got a DNA sample

and ran it against
the federal database.

Now, I know the I.D.
is extremely valuable,

because Reddington wants
to keep it secret.

(CHOKING)

But I didn't know
that people
would kill for it.

Now Nik's dead,
McGee is gone

and the only lead
I have on him and that I.D.

is the clinic
he worked at.

A place where
experimental drugs

are tested
on human guinea pigs.

Yeah, I know.
Not much of a plan.

If you got a better one,
I'm all ears.
(BABBLES)

Don't look at me like that
all right?

Rose is gonna be here
to take care of you,

and we both know
she's your favorite.

And no,
I am not lying to Mommy,
all right?

(WHIMPERS)
I want her
to know the truth.

That's why I need
to I.D. these bones

without anybody knowing.

(SIGHS)
(CELLPHONE DIALING)

It's not a lie.

(PHONE RINGING)

It's just
delayed honesty.

Hi, I'm calling about
the clinical trials.

Yeah. I want to sign up.

Have you ever done
an in-patient
clinical trial before,

Mr. Lembeck?

First time. Be gentle.

I'll need
a copy of your I.D.
Sure.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Uh, how much am I getting,
by the way,

to rent my body
to science?

$200 a day.
Lucky me.

We'll need a full
medical history

and an emergency contact

for when you have
an adverse reaction.

When? Not if?

(DOG PANTING)

Get in the car.

Whoa, buddy,
What... Whatever it is...

Mr. Reddington
wants to talk.

Reddington Reddington?

Bring the dog,
leave the poop.

Rosie Cavendish
had a bulldog.

Franklin, named after
her great-uncle.

Poor guy had eczema,
dermatitis, seborrhea.

One skin condition
after the next.

The dog, not the uncle.

Please, sir,
if I did something...

Given the lesions
on her inner folds,

I'd say she has
pyoderma.

What are you doing
to treat it?

Topical ointments
or pills?

I need to be better
with her check-ups?

I need to borrow
some evidence, Lou.

You know my name?

The personal effects
of a homicide victim

that are currently
in evidence control.

I don't know
if I could do that...

You are the clerk
in evidence control.
Yes.

The man responsible for
checking in and out evidence?

Well, that's true, but...

The deceased's name
is Nik Korpal.

You have 24 hours.

That should give us
enough time to get...

Coco.

To get Coco the spa day

she so desperately
deserves.

Yeah,
you're gonna have fun!

(LAUGHS)

**

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

**

(CROWD MURMURS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Oh, my gosh. No.

Who are these guys?

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

Crap, crap. No!

Stop. Wait!

(TIRES SQUEAL,
ENGINE REVS)
FBI!

LIZ: Who the hell is that?

She had him!

Aram, what are you doing?
I don't know how to drive.

Get out! Move!

(TIRES SQUEAL,
ENGINE REVS)

Agent Ressler,
maybe you could
slow down a little bit?

Uh. there's an alley.
Alley! Alley ahead!

Alley ahead!

(GUNSHOT)
Gun!

Oh. Oh, God.

(GUNSHOTS)
Watch out.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

Hold on.

Watch out. Watch out.

Come on!

They crashed. They crashed.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Oh, God.

Drop the gun!
Down! Put it down!

Back away,
or we will fire!

Drop your weapon!
Not happening!

RESSLER:
All right, all right!

Easy. Easy.

Nobody's gonna fire.

You. You look like
you're in charge.

I'm gonna reach
into my pocket.

Slowly!

Donald Ressler, FBI.

FBI?

Who the hell are you?

Name's Reuther.

We're CIA.

CALHOUN:
Yevtukh Roofing Company.

Safe house front
owned by the Agency.

You want confirmation,
call the station chief.

LIZ: Why no deconfliction
protocol?

Because we're part of
the Clandestine Service.

Who are you?
I can't answer that.

All I can tell you
is we're...
Black book.

Langley-verified.

Apology accepted.
No, it's not.

Look, I don't care
who you are

or why you're operating
on foreign soil.

I was just doing my job.

I would've done the same,
Agent Coburn.
It's Calhoun.

I'm a N.O.C.

Navabi.
Slightly injured.

Are you sure
you're all right?
Yes.

This is Duke White,
Defense Intelligence.

Omar Kabinov, FSS.

I'm Tobias Reuther,
Clandestine Service.

We're gonna need to talk
to Ghaffari alone.
That's not gonna happen.

He's officially
in our custody.

We're handling
the interrogation.

If you don't like that,
you can take it up
with the boys in D.C.

I don't care
who gets him to talk.

As long as you can get him
to tell us what he knows,

we're happy
to sit this one out.

Okay.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(DOOR BUZZES)

LENA: Congratulations.

Your stipend was increased
to $250.

Hmm, fantastic.

What did I do to earn
that raise?

You got approved
for a riskier study.

Very exciting.

Can I ask what's
with all the security?

I mean, we're volunteers,
not prisoners.

Lot of drugs around here.

A lot of drugs attract
a lot of drug users.

Makes sense.

So, how much riskier
is this?

Several patients
in the previous group

developed temporary
neurological problems.

Lie down.

They must have modified
the medication since then,
no?

I assume so.

I just run the tests.

That's reassuring.

Who's the heart for?
My grandfather.

My brothers and I got drunk
after his funeral,

decided to get tattoos.

He loved cards,

so my three brothers

are the spade, diamond,
and the club.

And you're the heart.

That's cute.

So, aside from brain damage,

what fun side effects
should I be expecting?

I honestly don't know.

That's what the study
is for.

I keep forgetting
I'm just the guinea pig.

**

Look, Raqaan,
I don't know why you
don't feel like talking.

The Feds have you on tape
admitting you're supplying
Surkov.

(MAN TRANSLATING IN ARABIC)

You know that.

You must also know
that you're not here.

This place doesn't exist.

(TRANSLATING IN ARABIC)
No lawyers...

No diplomats...

Just us.

**

(SIGHS)

(MAN GRUNTING IN DISTANCE)

He'll crack.

They always do.

There are other ways
to get people to talk.

You don't know Surkov.

How long have you been
searching for him?

Six years.

Since before I left
the Agency in 2015
to start a family.

Reuther reached out
a year later.

He lives
and breathes Surkov

and convinced me to get back
into the hunt.

And the family?

**

That didn't turn out
like I thought.

But it's okay.

(SIGHS) I've got Surkov.

He's my family.

My white whale.

(DOOR OPENS)

Anything?

Give him 20 minutes
to simmer.

Okay.
You've tried your way.

We're gonna try ours.

Samar?
Hey, hold up.
What are you doing?

Can I ask you
a question?

If their task force
is so intent
on finding Surkov,

why haven't we ever heard
from them before today?

The hell is she doing?

(HANDCUFFS JINGLING)

Okay, he's ready to talk.

Look closely.
What do you see?

A lot of dander, saliva,
and urine,

all of which
I'm allergic to.

So maybe if there's
a point here,

you might want to make it
before I start to wheeze
like a chinchilla.

Our liquidity crisis
has been solved.

By doggy day care?

These are rescue dogs
picked up at shelters,

given a bath
and a professional grooming,

then given
back to the shelters

primped and proud
and ready for adoption.

They supplement
their business with
regular grooming.

But it's basically
a labor of love

and a 501(c)(3).

A non-profit.
That is good.
(CHUCKLES)

Even the most ruthless
IRS agent would hesitate

before auditing the books
of such a noble enterprise.

And that's good,
if we can run enough
money through it.

I mean, the rents
are throwing up
nearly 200K a week.

Well, most of their business
is mobile.

They have a fleet of vans

that go
from shelter to shelter

in 10 different cities.

It's 100 vans,

a dozen or more dogs a van,
25 bucks a dog.

You do the math.
(LAUGHING) I just did.

And my hand to God,

if I found you
a little bit more attractive,

I would birth you
a litter.

I mean, like, seven pups...

Boom!
Right here on the floor.

Fiona,
you're an artist.

Coco's an angel.

Just needed a little TLC.

I have some ointments
for you.

Ah.
And how much
do I owe you?

$150,

which, of course,
is tax-deductible.

REDDINGTON: Yes, of course.

And how much
for the store?

The store?
And the vans.

All of them.
(COUGHS, SNEEZES)

Bless you. Bless you.
Sorry.

They're not for sale.

At the right price,
I've found everything
is for sale.

Think about your price

while I let Coco
find a blade of grass.

Come on, sweetheart.
That's it.

(LAUGHING)
There we go.

(COCO PANTING)

**

(GRUNTS)

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(DOOR BUZZES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Harold.
You're a tough man
to pin down.

Thank you for seeing me.

Well, when I heard there was
an FBI task force

running an unsanctioned op
overseas,

my interest was piqued.

We received a tip
from a credible source
that Surkov is dead.

The attacks
attributed to him

may, in fact, be the work
of a copycat.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

He never met Surkov
in person, only video calls.

And your team?
Do they have a lead
on his bomb maker?

Ghaffari?

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

He recently asked him
to smuggle a device

into a locker in Virginia.

I don't understand.
Ghaffari's in Belgrade?

Yes, being held
and questioned

in a CIA facility
outside Pancevo.

Does he know
the specific target?

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

(SAMAR SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Surkov specifically asked him
to create a weapon

that could penetrate
3.5 centimeters of Kevlar.

I'm sitting here
with the CIA
Director of Operations.

COX: Listen to me.
The Surkov team
is in London.

There is no team
or safe house in Pancevo.

They claim otherwise.

COX: Well, I don't care
what they claim.

Whoever you're with,
they are not CIA.

(GUNFIRE)

Go.
Cover me!

RESSLER:
Move, move, move.

LIZ: Give it up.

Hand it over.

You said you were CIA.

Who the hell are you?

**

RESSLER:
You hungry? You tired?

Hey, there's a steak
and a bed waiting for you

as soon as you tell us
where your boss is.

I told you. I don't know.

Just like you didn't know
his real name.

His name is Tobias...
Reuther.

Yeah, he doesn't exist.

The Agency
has no record of him.

No, they disavow him.

Him, not you or Duke White
or Omar Kabinov.

They gave us your file.

We've confirmed you resigned
from the Agency in 2015.

And then Reuther recruited me
to come back.

There's nothing
about that

or the ghost squad
whose designation

is so conveniently
top secret

that you never had
direct contact

with anyone
at the Agency.

We got our orders
from Reuther.

Reuther got his from
the Office of the Director.

No one
at the Director's Office

has ever heard of
your task force.

Because it doesn't exist,
and when we found out,

he started shooting at us.

Looked to me like
you were shooting at him.

Reuther is pretending
to be Surkov.

That's ridiculous.

When you found us,

we were hunting
for his weapons maker,

looking to interrogate him
to find Surkov.

Do you know
how I got Ghaffari
to talk so quickly?

I told him Surkov
was dead.

No proof,
just the word of my source.

The minute I told him,
he knew it was true.

RESSLER: Agent Calhoun,

there's a bomb
somewhere in Virginia

waiting to be detonated
in Surkov's name.

We believe Reuther
is going to detonate it.

Tobias Reuther
is a patriot.

He's a terrorist.
He loves his country.

If you don't tell us
where to find him,

he's gonna commit
an act of terror
on U.S. soil.

Do you trust your intel
on Surkov?

Hundred percent.

And Ghaffari's weapon?

We're working with
Virginia State Police

and local law enforcement,
but it's a big state

with a lot of lockers.
What about Calhoun?

RESSLER:
She thought she was working
for an Agency task force.

She had no idea that
the man she admires

is the devil she thought
she was hunting.

I always thought
Surkov's death

would be cause
for celebration.

But if he is dead

and a group of
CIA-trained assets

has taken his place...
(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Sir?

Uh, Director Cox.
Hello.

Uh, the only prints
they could pull

from the safe house
in Pancevo were partials,

but we got a match.

Uh, the man we're looking
for, Agent Reuther,

uh, his real name
is Agent Brian Osterman.

Does that name
mean anything?

Director Cox,
who is Brian Osterman?

(SIGHS)

(COCO PANTING)

Cheer up, Lou.
I'm in your debt.

A lot of good that'll do me
if anyone finds out
I did this.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Giving me this evidence
is vital
and much appreciated.

Giving?
But what Coco and I
have been up to

is a revelation.
I need to get that back

before anyone knows
it's missing.
She's always welcome

to come in for a grooming,
free of charge.

You really
got to return that.
Oh, and her ointments.

Ointments?
Ointments. Funny word.

Twice a day,

three times
on her inner folds.

Coco,
the pleasure was all mine,
sweetheart.

(COCO BARKS)

(COCO PANTING, WHIMPERS)

**

(KEYS JINGLE)

REDDINGTON: The suitcase key.

So Kate entrusted it
to Nik.

But who did Nik
entrust it to,

and why did
he get killed for it?

And who might you be?

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(FOLDER HITS DESK)

Brian Osterman
was one of our own.

One we no longer consider
a trusted asset.

He was part of
a black-book operation

tasked to I.D. threats
to U.S. counterintelligence,

but in '08,
he broke from the Agency,

and we issued
a burn notice.
No, that's not possible.

He became disillusioned,
went dark.

He's been off the grid
for the past six years.

If Surkov is, in fact, dead,

and Osterman
is now carrying out
missions in his name,

then we're dealing with
a very dangerous man.

One whom you have assisted

in carrying out attacks
against this country.

No, Reuther, he had HUMINT,
and, uh, funding.

He had...
Pilfered from
a black-ops slush fund

that went missing.

(STUTTERS)
The others, the team...

He recruited us
to the Agency.

He lied to you,
to get you to help him
attack the U.S.

You and your team
are Ilyas Surkov.

You just didn't know it.

But you do now,
and you can help us
stop him.

We have a staging area
in Ivy City.

I can take you there.

**

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

MAN 1:
There's another door.

CALHOUN:
I don't believe this.

MAN 2: Nothing here.

MAN 3:
Bring your team back.

The safe house
has been scrubbed.

Nothing on Osterman
or his team?

Just an empty file stamped
"Cyclone." That's it.

You sure that name
means nothing to you?

Osterman? Nothing.

Well, he's in the wind

with a lethal weapon
we can't find

and a target
that could be anywhere.

That's what you don't know.
Focus on what you do.

We know the weapon
was designed
to pierce Kevlar,

plus the "Cyclone" files.

It could be a code name,

a mission, a person...

Any point of intersection?

Kevlar, Cyclone.

Where they happen?
Coastal cities?

Law enforcement
in those areas
that wear Kevlar?

What else? Cyclone.

If it's not
a person or place...

It's a target.

Not law enforcement,
but military.

A target hard enough
to design a weapon
to penetrate it.

Not steel, but Kevlar.

Good.

A military hard target

made of
a composite material.

I need to call you back.

Aram, I need you
to run a search.

Any ships in the Navy,
the Coast Guard,

whoever the Pentagon
has built ships
with the name "Cyclone"

that are made of
a composite material

similar to Kevlar.

All right, hang on.

Okay, I have
a Cyclone-class patrol ship.

Tell me about them.
ARAM: Fourteen ships.

Ten are deployed
in the Persian Gulf,

three are doing
drug interdiction
off the coast of Florida,

and this last one...

Okay, yeah,
the U.S.S. Parnell
is at its home port.

Where is that?

Norfolk.

Virginia.

Dry toast, huh?
That's it?

All most people
can keep down.

Probably 'cause most people
take the full dose.

Mr. Lembeck,
a clinical trial must be...

I'm not here for the trial.

If it's drugs
you're after...
Not drugs.

I'm here for information
on Pete McGee.

Um, you'll need to sign
a discharge form.

He had a lot of family photos
in his office,

but only one placed
where he could always see it.

And I didn't think there
was anything special about it

until I realized

that it was taken by someone
very special to him.

It's not what you think.
I can't help you.
I need to find him.

He took something from me
that doesn't belong to him.

Something that is only
gonna bring him trouble.

What is it?
Something I was willing
to put whatever that is

in my veins to get back.

I need it back.

I'm sorry.

I came here
because I thought I could
find what he took from me

or at least get a lead
on where he went, all right?

But I didn't.
All I found was you.

And I'm asking you,
I need your help.

And if I'm right,
I think Pete does, too.

A discharge nurse
should be in shortly.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Aram, we're on site.
Talk to me.

All right, I've notified
Port Authority

and Naval Installations
Command.

They're initiating
a Level 4 lockdown

and emergency evac protocols

for all non-essential
personnel.

Any word on Osterman
or his team?
Nothing yet.

I am still waiting
to get approval

from Security Command
to share their CCTV feeds.

Matthew O'Neil, NCIS.

What do you know?
Look, there's a threat
against

one of your coastal
patrol ships,

the U.S.S. Parnell.

We got to lock this down,
clear all this air traffic.

Easier said than done.
Transport runs a flight
every six minutes.

ARAM: Um, Agent Keen?
I think I might have
something here.

NCIS just got a ping
on an alias

that Calhoun
was able to confirm
was one of Osterman's.

It appears
access has been granted

to a Human Resources office

between Powhatan Ave
and Pier 11.

**

LIZ:
Stand down, Osterman.

You have no idea
what you're in the middle of.

LIZ: We know about you,
Osterman.

We know about Surkov,
your team.

It's over.
Surkov's dead,

but I'm not using him
as cover.

The CIA is.
I said stand down.

When an asset reported Surkov
had died from cancer,

Cox thought
we could use his name

to do America's dirty work.

Cox?
I was on board
at first.

Pretty soon it became clear

the jobs we were doing,

we weren't doing
America's dirty work.

We were doing Cox's.

That he'd turned.

Tried to plug the plug,
but Cox discredited me

and convinced our superiors
to issue a burn notice.

Did I lie to my team?

Did I lie to you?

Yes.

Because none of you
would believe the truth.

Cox has to be stopped.

Step away
from your weapon.

DUKE: Got him.
He's at your 11:00.

It's him.

See that man down there
with the black backpack?

He's a CIA asset
here to plant the bomb

Cox bought from Ghaffari.

My team is here
to stop him.

You have a shot?
Take the shot.

Why would he blow up
a chemical plant

and an American ship?

False-flag operations.

Even if you're telling
the truth,

you're asking me
to let you shoot

a CIA agent
who's following orders.

I can't let you do that.
Take your shot.

It's your last chance.
You gonna shoot me

in the back of the head,
Agent Keen?

(GRUNTING)

I have Osterman
in custody.

Human Resources,
third floor.

We're gonna need
a medic.

Alert NCIS
of a potential suspect

an officer in uniform,
brown hair, medium build,

carrying a black backpack.

Looks like
you were wrong.

(EXPLOSION)

(PEOPLE SCREAM)

(ALARMS SOUNDING)
(SIRENS WAILING)

You believe me now?

COOPER: You lied to me.

Osterman
isn't the imposter.

He was hunting
the imposter... You.

Osterman is a rogue agent

who's acted against
our national interests.

That ship
was never your target.
No.

The blast severed
an undersea
communications cable

running from
Naval Station Norfolk

to our allies
across the Atlantic.

A cable that had been
compromised by Chinese
counterintelligence.

Now, if we had simply ceased
sending intel,

it would have
tipped our hand.

So instead, you sacrificed
the life of
one of your agents.

It was a directional device,
Harold.

My agent survived,

as have all the agents
I've tasked

with taking out
our enemies.

Like the plant foreman
in Leeds?

He was leaking
classified intel

from one of our
private military contractors

to Russian assets.

Our team hid the ops
behind Surkov attacks,

and in both cases,

we avoided escalating
international conflicts.

At what cost?
At any cost, Harold!

I hate to disappoint you,

but like Osterman,
I see things differently.

I see diplomatic
solutions.

I see a way to get results

without
false-flag operations.

But you and I both know
that a terrified population

means a healthy
defense budget.

Harold, are you trying
to tell me

that the whole time
you've been here,

you've done everything
by the book?

No cut corners,
no bent rules
for the greater good?

Leon, I answer to people

who will one day judge
the merits of my work.

I'm willing to accept
the consequences.

You have been operating
without oversight until now.

I've given my superiors
a full overview
of this investigation.

I hope, for your sake,
they agree

that your actions were in
America's best interests.

I doubt they will.

Time will tell.

Close the door
on your way out.

(MATT CORBY'S
RESOLUTION PLAYS)

* I'm giving up
this whole lie
This whole me

(SIGHS)

You have done
more harm than you
could possibly know.

I'm counting on it.

And it'll be worth it
if it stops you.

* Until the rubber
leaves the road

* You said don't lie
so I made the truth

* Seemed like a lie
to even you

* Control your fear
it's clear

* That you do not know
where you're going to

* So, don't you worry

* You'll be my resolution

You're here.

* Characters of no illusion

So many people find cemeteries
to be a reminder of loss.

I find them to be
a fervent reminder
to seize the day.

I'm surprised
to see you here.

Nik Korpal saved my life,

brought Agnes
into this world.

I came to pay my respects.

How are you holding up?

I've been better.

About how he died...

Did you find anything out?

* You'll be my resolution

(INAUDIBLE)

* Characters of no illusion

Reddington
was a surprise.

(SIGHS)

He appreciates
what Nik's done for him.

And he knows Nik may
have been killed
because of it.

He's willing to look into
who did it.

He is?

Has he found anything?

Not yet, but it sounds like
he has a lead.

What kind of lead?
Was he more specific?

(VOICE BREAKING)
We've lost so many friends.

I don't know
if I can lose any more

without just crawling
into a fetal position or...

becoming a stark,
raving vigilante.

(SIGHS)

Listen,
Reddington's a vigilante.

All right?

And I'm pretty sure
there's a one
per family rule.

(EXHALES)

* That this is really
the place to be *

I think Meera
is buried here.

I'd like to pay
my respects.

All right.

You want company?

I'd like to go alone,
if you don't mind.

WOMAN: The explosion
rocked the naval yard.

While no causalities
have been reported,

Ilyas Surkov
has claimed credit
for the attack.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

ARAM: Hey, uh...

about, uh, what happened
in Belgrade...

What part?

When, um, Agent Navabi
was taken...

She could've been hurt.

She wasn't.
She's fine, obviously.

But, uh...

I wasn't prepared, sir.

I didn't know
how to react.

And then, with the shootout
at the safe house...

Aram, I understand.

It was an oversight
on my part

to place you in danger
like I did.

It won't happen again.

No, no,
you don't understand.

I don't want to be
unprepared.

Mr. Cooper, sir.

I'd like to request to be
operationally trained, sir.

TOM: What changed your mind?

You said
he might be in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Might've killed someone.

Pete?

I don't believe that.

Listen,
what he took from me,

people are getting killed.

And whether he did
or didn't do it,

just by having it,
his life is in danger.

Are you looking to
protect him
or have him arrested?

I don't know you,
and I'm sure not gonna take

what you say about Pete
at face value.

No way he killed anyone.

(RAZOR BUZZING)

Whatever he took
from you,

he must have
a good reason why.

He hasn't been to work
in a week.

He hasn't called.

His divorce is gonna be
finalized next month,

and we're gonna get married.

I'm worried something
might have happened.

I changed my mind
because I want him found.

Whatever your reason is
for wanting to do that,
I don't care,

as long as
you're willing to help.

Tell me everything you can
about Pete.

Friends, relatives,
cities he likes,
passwords...

Everything.

Yeah.

This rug was a gift.

My aunt crocheted it
herself.

Yeah, it's got to go,
and the allergies with it.

This, my space,
it's a critter-free zone.

It's a critter cabin.

Yeah,
not in here it's not.

That's six hold list's
worth.

Are you African?

'Cause you're
a frickin' babe.

Can you handle that?

Ah! I can handle
whatever you've got.

The person who answers
may not know the secret.

No, but they might.

(PHONE DIALING)

Wonder what can of worms
we're opening now.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

**

Hello?

Who is this?

(PHONE BEEPS)

**

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