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[ZZ Top's "La Grange" plays]

Man: Whoo!

(Indistinct shouting)

♪ Haw, haw, haw, haw ♪

♪ Well, I hear it's fine ♪

- ♪ If you've got the time ♪
- Ha!

- ♪ And the 10 to get yourself in ♪
- [Gunfire, shouting]

♪ A-hmm, hmm ♪

Man: Yeah!

♪ And I hear it's tight ♪

♪ 'Most every night ♪

Man: Yeah!

♪ But now I might be mistaken ♪

(speaks indistinctly)

♪ A-hmm, hmm, hmm ♪

Both: Yeah!

Yeah!

(Indistinct conversations)

(Chuckling) Oh, my stars.

Is that how you cope with
this insufferable humidity?

I couldn't do it.

We had an agreement.

We did.

I told you if I ever found you in
my territory again, I'd kill you.

Tell the boy not to pull
on the brim of the hat.

What's in the box?

I've come to propose
a business transaction.

No, we have no business.

The box.

(Men shouting in Bantu)

Typically, I steer clear
of tin-pot dictators

who employ boy soldiers,

but I'm afraid
this situation is unique.

(Speaking Bantu)

Well, now you're
being short-sighted.

(Speaking Bantu)

Tell him to put the gun down.

(Shouting in Bantu)

(Gunshot)

I'm glad to know you're a
man of decisive action.

You see, Yaabari, you didn't
actually find me, I found you.

And while your pre-pubescent
ruffians may not know it,

they brought me here to strike a deal

that could benefit all of us.

What kind of deal?

A man calling himself Berlin

hired a bounty hunter
to find me and my associates.

That bounty worked for you.

I've since dispatched of him,

but if Berlin hired one
bounty hunter, he hired five.

I want their names.

I'm willing to pay $3 million.

We do need to move quickly, though.

You have 30 seconds.

Yaabari: Or what?

Or you give me the names for free.

(Laughing)

We really should act swiftly.

We really should kill you
and keep your money.

Now there's a point of view
that I can relate to.

(Laughing)

Yaabari, look at me.

Give me what I want, or so help me God,

I'll make it rain fire on you.

Kill him.

(Whooshing)

(Indistinct shouting)

Funny thing, I recently acquired
three hellfire missiles

at a considerable discount.

If you give me what I want,

I can still call off the other two.

But I'll need to borrow your phone.

I know nothing.

I think you do, Yaabari.
I think you've heard things.

Who else has Berlin hired to hunt me?

The Cuban, Orci.

I've dealt with Orci.
Who else?

- I told you, I don't know!
- (Missile whooshing)

Okay.

It's okay.
There was someone.

I can't remember his name.

They call him something.

The... The Prince, The Lord.

Lord Baltimore.

[ZZ Top's "La Grange" plays]

(Boy shouts indistinctly)

Yaabari:
Fetch the water!

What are you doing?
Go, go.

He burned it?

Are you kidding me?
$3 million?

We understand he has a lead.

Reddington has had lots of "leads"
in the past two months...

humint that was supposed to help us

in our search for this...

We still don't even know what
this Berlin's real name is.

One thing we do know

is that the FBI has
allowed its number four

to hand out $12 million in untraceable,

black-bag cash
to his friends.

Martin: That money was
used for local intel,

- and I'm confident that Redding...
- That money

has people on the intelligence
committee asking questions.

The actions that concern you

were approved by my predecessor.

Now, I don't want to
criticize Harold Cooper,

and God knows I wish him
a speedy recovery,

but as Interim Director
of this task force,

I can assure you the
situation is under control.

I am the Deputy Attorney General.

If I say I want to talk to
Reddington, I talk to Reddington.

That's great, but we have a thing here.

Reddington only talks
with Elizabeth Keen.

[Caught a Ghost's "No
Sugar In My Coffee" plays]

♪ Don't want no sugar in my coffee ♪

♪ It makes me mean,
Lord, it makes me mean ♪

♪ Don't want no ♪

♪ Well, you can trace ♪

♪ Lines in your face ♪

♪ But that's the way that
your spirit makes you walk ♪

♪ Though you hate ♪

♪ To see it gone ♪

♪ This old world's just
put days on your floor ♪

♪ And all I've seen ♪

♪ And all you've done ♪

♪ All it means, we'll be
sorry when you're gone ♪

- Did you take a different route?
- Justice is freaking out.

Change your hotel?

- Hellfire missiles?
- Seriously?

Life is far too important a thing

ever to talk seriously about.

Martin won't protect the task force.

He doesn't care that Berlin
is still targeting us.

And without Cooper
to defend our actions...

People love to decry
big brother, the NSA,

the government listening in
on their most private lives.

Yet they all willingly go online

and hand over the most intimate
details of those lives

- to big data.
- Most people don't care

that Google knows their search history.

They know more than that.

They know your habits.

The banks you use.
The pills you pop.

The men or women you sleep with.

Every piece of information is
worth something to somebody.

And in the hands of the wrong
person, that could be deadly.

You have a lead.

Lord Baltimore is in town.

Lord Baltimore?

He's a tracker by trade,

but his methods are thoroughly modern.

He's made an art of combing
through cyberspace,

finding the status updates,

financial records, and location blips

that virtually everyone leaves
behind in the modern age.

- And he has a new target?
- Yes.

Me.

Follow this, Lizzy.

It's our first lead.

If we find Lord Baltimore,

he may very well point us to Berlin.

Berlin has hired a skiptracer

who calls himself Lord Baltimore.

Two months, and Reddington
brings you a bounty hunter?

He's more than a bounty hunter.
He's a statistician.

Martin: Even less impressive.

What does he do,
find them with a slide ruler?

Aram: No.

With data analytics.

- You've heard of this guy.
- Yeah.

Lord Baltimore is an urban legend.

They say he roams the deep web

hunting those who
don't wish to be found,

uses some sort of collection algorithms

to build a dossier based on the
information that people give away online.

He's a data miner.

Aram, can you pull up
that file you sHowed me?

Rowan Mills.

She works as a data engineer
at Quancord Analytics.

Agent Keen asked me to look
for any irregularities

in the accounts of employees
at the six big data firms.

I found several,
but this was especially odd,

a $250,000 payment
that went into Mills' I.R.A.

30 seconds later, it shot out
to an off-shore account.

Yes, $250,000
was deposited into my I.R.A.,

but as soon as I saw that,

I changed my passwords
and I reported it.

I'm telling you, I'm the victim here.

Liz: And you said this wasn't the
first time you were targeted?

Rowan: There was
an incident in August.

- What kind of an incident?
- Someone accessed my systems.

Looking for what?

Bank accounts?
Credit-card numbers?

It would be impossible to know
what they were looking for

because the data we gather
has no limits.

They were looking for someone
who doesn't want to be found.

Could the data that was
taken help them do that?

Yes. That's what we do.

Did you hear what she said?

- You're being paranoid.
- How easy it is to track someone?

I mean, I just feel like...

I don't know, someone is watching me.

Is that why you're living
out of your trunk?

Those motels?
The aliases?

You got to stop doing that, Keen.

Tom's dead.

You talked to
Dr. Friedman yet?

Don't change the subject.

The visits are mandatory.

Look, the Bureau isn't
interested in our mental health.

They've assigned a shrink to talk to us

to cover their asses
in case one of us wigs out,

but that ain't gonna be me.

You're too healthy to talk to a shrink?

I talk to you all the time.
Aren't you board certified?

Yeah.

And in my professional opinion,

I think you need to talk
to Dr. Friedman.

He here?

Lord Baltimore has found Reddington.

The extraction
will take place tomorrow.

But the Feds are involved now.

That complicates things.

There will be additional expenses.

(Muttering)

What?
(Mutters)

(Grunts)

I said no additional expenses.

You deliver Reddington to me
within 24 hours

or we take another bath.

(Cell phone chimes)

Answering machine:
You have one new message.

Scrambled female voice:
Hello, Rowan.

I know about that little chat
you had today with the FBI.

So I'm going to make this
real simple for you.

I'm warning you,
do not talk to them again.

I know where you live.

This person calls you by name.

(Sighs) I don't know.
It could be anyone.

It's as if they know you, though.

And what about the apartment?

Any reason to believe there might be
something missing, out of place?

You think someone's been in here?

(Cell phone vibrates)

Hey, perfect timing.

I'm gonna need you to trace a call.

Okay, great, but I have something.

Our suspect, Mills,
she's telling the truth.

Security at Quancord Analytics

confirmed her terminal
was hacked from the outside.

Any idea what was taken?

Uh, yeah, like, a gajillion
bytes of online data

which makes no sense.

- Why?
- Because Mr. Reddington's a luddite.

No email, no computer.

No digital communication of any kind.

I mean, Dembe uses disposable
flip phones for God's sakes.

Why would Berlin hire
Lord Baltimore to track him?

Unless...

You think they might be
looking for one of us?

Not a day goes by where I don't
think about Agent Malik.

Me too.

What number do you need me to trace?

Liz: Rowan Mills received
a message last night.

I need a location.

(Tires screech)

Agent: FBI!

Out of the way.

Clear.

(Indistinct shouting)

Ressler.

Let's get Mills in here.

I wanna see how she reacts to this.

- [Sighs] What is this place?
- This way.

(Police radio chatter)

So, what aren't you telling us?

- [Sighs] Nothing.
- Your name is on the lease.

We know you're using the
screen handle Lord Baltimore.

Who?

The same data that was hacked
from your work terminal

is on the laptop we found here.

You stealing data for Berlin
to find Raymond Reddington?

I don't know any Raymond Reddington.

I've never set foot in this
place before in my life.

Hello, Harold.

Please apologize to Charlene,

your side gate may need a new lock.

A get-well present.

It looks so soft.

Shea butter?

Cooper: Is this
what I think it is?

When are you coming back to work?

I'm not.

Things are at a tipping point, Harold.

Your replacement has
the unfortunate distinction

of being both untrustworthy
and incompetent.

I've informed the Bureau.

It's time to be with my family.

Charlene's from the Dominican.

I've always promised
we'd spend more time there.

I hate sand.

If this is some kind of threat...

Reddington: It's not a threat, Harold.
It's a bribe.

That is my only copy of our
little adventure in Kuwait.

I'm giving it to you only to

underscore the urgency
of our situation.

I'm not coming back.

You need to get back on your feet.

There's no shame in being a cripple.

I'll remember you to Charlene.

I know what they found while
you were at the hospital.

I know about the diagnosis.

Let's get the job done.

I mean, you gotta do better than that.

It's the only possible explanation.

And this Nora...
She died?

In Mosul, seven years ago.

But if what you're saying is
true, if all of this is real,

then it's the only explanation.

My twin sister is alive.

Concierge: It's nice to have
you back, Mr. Howe.

Your rib eye is on its way to your room

along with a complimentary
bottle of '82 Margaux.

Thank you, Steven.

You sure you want to take the stairs?

Doctor's orders.
We'll be fine.

I don't remember him.
Find out who he is.

And put two more men
on detail downstairs.

You hear that?
(Helicopter blades whirring)

(Indistinct shouting)

(People screaming) (Gunshots)

Get down.

Man: Let's go.
Take him to the roof.

Lord Baltimore, aren't you
a surprisingly saucy minx.

(Speaking Hebrew)

Unbelievable.

I'm sorry, who is it exactly
that you think I am?

You're Mossad.

Please don't tell me this is about
that little dust-up in Haifa.

That "dust-up" claimed
the lives of two Agents

and a Turkish diplomat.

(Laughs) A diplomat?

I had nothing to do with it.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

Oh, you have no idea
how I wish that were true.

I have tens of thousands
of things to worry about.

Fortunately, you, my dear,
are not one of them.

And why is that?

Because the person you just
informed of my capture

is going to release me within the hour.

Aren't we confident today?

I'm confident every day.

And I thought we had nothing in common.

I have no idea what that goes to.

It was found in your apartment.

I told you, I've never set
foot in that place before.

Let's talk about your sister.

Lois: Now, this is Rowan
and Nora's on the left.

Rowan was my first child
by three minutes.

Liz: How could you
tell them apart?

Lois: (Laughs) Rowan was a
silly-heart, always smiling.

She was a happy child.

And Nora?

She was complicated.

Rowan: She was molested
by our Uncle Rick

from the time we were 7
until about 12 or so.

I didn't believe her, nobody did.

Everybody just went on
like nothing happened.

- Everybody but...
- Nora.

Rowan: Nora had problems.

She hated me, hated our mom.
She hated everybody.

Lois: After that,
she was lost.

Didn't fit in.

I thought her getting that job
with that company,

that security firm,

it really was the
best thing she could do.

Gossling: Nora. Ah, that
girl, she was fearless.

First one in, last one out.

Hell, if half the boys on my
crew had a pair like her,

well, you could crown me king
and take the afternoon off.

Liz: She pressured you?
How?

She wanted me to use
my position at work

to try to get information on people

at a competing security firm.

Stuff that she could use
to get the upper hand.

And when you refused, she hit you.

She flew out the next morning,

and three weeks later, she was killed.

Gossling: Her team was tasked
with clearing hostiles

out of a neighborhood in Ad Dawr.

Lead truck got
taken out by an I.E.D.

They came under heavy insurgent fire.

We lost all four operatives that day.

It says here her body
was never recovered.

That's true.
She was taken.

- Taken?
- Well, they took her.

Did God knows what with that girl.

So you never recovered her body?

Uh, I don't believe she's still alive.

But there is a chance she is.

But that's why you're releasing me,

because you think
she's still out there.

Yes.

But what if she comes after me?

What if she comes after our mother?

Rowan, we can't hold you.
We have no probable cause.

Your younger brother Shahin was killed

in the 2009 Pishin bombing.

- In Farsi, Shahin means...
- Falcon.

How did you know?

I know everything about the people

who are tasked with finding me.

Your turn.
How did you do it?

You possess an affinity for Zegna ties.

So do millions of other men.

Thousands, actually.
At least in the Northeast Corridor.

Nonetheless, this sample was far too
broad to be of any practical use.

However, we couldn't help but notice

that you lean toward
a darker earth-tone palette,

chocolate and oxblood, geometric
shapes, rarely stripes.

We introduced a diblock
copolymer nanoparticle marker

into the brown dye
in their factory in Novara

which supplies all the vendors
on the Eastern seaboard.

Effectively turning
every earth-toned Zegna tie

into a homing device.

Brilliant.
Just like a bloodhound.

Dr. Friedman:
Agent Ressler.

Sorry, Dr. Friedman,

but we are in the middle
of an investigation.

You do know I could suspend
you pending assessment.

We identified the key you
found in Mills' apartment.

Lab says it belongs to a
van, a '77 G-series van.

Tell Keen I went to pay
the mother another visit.

Agent Ressler.

Aram: Hey, I got something.

I got something.

Okay, so the collection algorithms

- that Lord Baltimore uses?
- Yeah.

I applied them to the data he hacked,

and I think I see how he does it.

It's amazing.

He's using personal details
about his target's life

to create markers to narrow his search.

So, he's looking for someone
who lived in D.C. before 1990,

has a prescription
for Lipitor through Medco,

downloads World War II documentaries
on Netflix, not Amazon,

and has a digital subscription to both
the Wall Street Journal and Cat Fanatic.

Reddington has a subscription
to Cat Fanatic

No. Turns out
Lord Baltimore's

not looking for
Mr. Reddington.

Your suspect's been
remanded into my custody.

This references a task force.

What task force?

It's a matter of national security.

Perhaps next time.

Martin: Keen wants you
to take look at these.

Miss Navabi.

Jundallah claimed responsibility

for the bomb that killed your brother.

They had nothing to do with it.

I can give you the name
of the man who did.

Walid Abu Sitta.

Disappeared from his hotel
room in Jiyeh last May.

Police are baffled.

Are they?

Liz: What the hell
is going on?

Martin said you were
extracted by Mossad?

We'll discuss it later.
What am I looking at?

Targets.

Turns out Berlin didn't contract
Lord Baltimore to find you.

- He's looking for a woman.
- What woman?

Liz: We're not sure.
We only know her profile.

Aram was able to narrow the search,

but that still leaves us

with over 200 potential targets.

Naomi Hyland.

Who? Who's Naomi Hyland?

You need to get
a unit to her right now.

- She's in protective custody.
- Wait, I don't understand.

- How do you know...
- Listen, Lizzy.

Berlin is coming for this woman.

- You have to move now.
- Why?

Who the hell is Naomi Hyland?

She was my wife.

(Woman laughing)

- I never said that.
- You said you don't believe in God.

If you don't believe in God,
then you're an atheist.

You're an atheist.

Well, you can be an atheist and
believe in a higher power.

For me, that higher power is shopping.

Yeah, I have credit card
bills to prove that.

You know what I believe in?

Naomi.

- I'll drink to that.
- Oh. (Chuckles)

I think we need more wine.

Mmm-hmm.
Woman: Yes, please.

(Man chuckles) (Sighs)

(Soft jazz music playing)

(Metal clanks)

(Indistinct conversation)

Honey, what was the name of
that lodge in the Alleghenies?

You remember the one with the
fireplace and the moose head.

(All laugh)

(Woman gasps)

What's going on?

- I'm sorry.
- What are you talking about?

U.S. Marshals.
Everyone stay calm.

What is this? What are
you doing in my house?

Naomi!

Mrs. Hyland, I need you
to come with me now.

We have a credible threat.

He's back, isn't he?

(Door opens)

Hey, it's me.
It's Marcus.

- You know why I'm here...
- Don't come any closer.

I'm not here to hurt you.

Just relax.

I want you to hear this.

[The Ink Spots' "We Three" plays]

♪ We three ♪

♪ We're all alone ♪

Take your time.

- ♪ Living in a memory ♪
- You're okay.

♪ My echo, my shadow ♪

- ♪ And me ♪
- You know who you are...

who I am.

♪ We three ♪

♪ We're not a crowd ♪

Lois:
You shouldn't be here.

You can't come here like this.

No! No!

Marcus: It's starting to
come back now, isn't it?

- You need a warrant!
- [Motor whirring]

My daughter, she told me
not to let anyone back here.

No! If she finds out...

Oh, my God! No, no.

Marcus: I hate to remind you
of what happened on Fullerton.

But you know, don't you?

You remember.

- ♪ I walk with my shadow ♪
- [Motor whirring]

♪ I talk with my echo ♪

- ♪ But where is the one I love? ♪
- [Inhales sharply]

- ♪ We three ♪
- How long was I gone?

♪ We'll wait for you ♪

- [Answering machine beeps]
- Keen.

I just found Mills' body.

I don't know,

either Rowan is the
greatest liar in the world

or some kind of split happened.

Give me a call back.

Mrs. Hyland, it's important
we move quickly.

You think I'm going to run?

Just... just walk away
and start over again?

'Cause you and I both know
that's where this is going.

- Mrs. Hyland.
- I'm... I'm not going anywhere.

- Who said anything about cops?
- Marcus: It's fine.

- Well, it don't look fine.
- I said it's fine.

Hey, look at me.
We've been over this.

Do your damn job.

Move on my signal.

I had a life, you know?

(Voice breaking)
My daughter had a life,

with a house and a dog.

And then I woke up one day...

You can't imagine what it's like

to have a man like Raymond Reddington

turn your life upside down.

They accused me of being a part of it.

Somehow, I was a suspect.

Put my life under a microscope,
every call, every charge.

My assets were...

(Sighs)

I finally convinced them
I was innocent.

They said I had to go.

Give up everything.

I remember it was
a Wednesday afternoon,

my daughter wasn't even
out of school yet.

By Thursday, we were in Philadelphia,
fending for ourselves.

(Indistinct conversation)

We need to talk to your wife.

You're gonna have to tell him.

(Silenced gunshot)

(Silenced gunshot)

We can be ready in 20 minutes.

Okay, I'll let them know.

(Door slams) (Silenced gunshots)

(Guests scream)

Liz: Get down.

(Indistinct shouting)

(Taser crackling)

I need backup!

- (Taser crackling)
- (Groans)

(Gunshot)

(Grunts)

(Sirens wailing)

(Tires screech)

Rowan: What are you doing?

Ow. (Groans)

Dembe, put him on.

I found Lord Baltimore.

(Naomi crying loudly)

(Breathing heavily)

Hello...

Mrs. Reddington.

- Where is she?
- I have already told you

I don't know what you're talking about.

You are Lord Baltimore.

You were paid by a man
who calls himself Berlin

to extract Naomi Hyland.

I need to know.
Where was she taken?

Ressler: I'm gonna
ask you again.

Naomi Hyland.

I don't know why you're talking to me.

Nora put this together.

Liz: A woman's life
is in jeopardy here.

I need Nora to tell me where she is.

Then find her. Ask Nora!

I am asking her!

You're the expert,
but from where I sit,

this is the perfect setup...

One personality
hiding behind the other,

able to commit a crime
and yet have no memory of it.

That's not exactly how it works.

Rowan passed the lie detector test.

That's because Rowan's unaware of Nora.

And Nora's unaware of Rowan.

That's how dissociative
identity disorder works.

The two can't conspire.

(Chuckles) Well,
then we're screwed because

we have Rowan and we need Nora.

What we need to do
is identify the trigger.

The image, sound, memory
that flips her switch.

Of course. It's him.

You were at her apartment.
You're in her photos.

What are you, some kind of handler?

I'm nobody.

(Groans)

She runs everything.

With your help.

You're manipulating her.

You're looking at life in prison.

Cooperate and maybe we can make a deal.

Tell me about her trigger.

(Door opens)

You know, I think you were right.

I think Nora survived
that incident in Mosul.

I think she escaped,
came home and killed Rowan.

[The Ink Spots' "We Three" plays]

That's impossible.

Liz: Nora killed Rowan
because she envied her.

She wanted to become her.

She wanted to be the good sister,

the sister who didn't get
abused by her uncle.

You're lying.

Nobody murdered Rowan.
I'm Rowan.

No. Rowan is dead.

You murdered your sister,
didn't you, Nora?

That's what caused the split,

- the trauma and guilt of the murder.
- No. I am Rowan Mills.

♪ We three ♪

♪ We're not a crowd ♪

♪ We're not even company ♪

- It was playing that night, wasn't it?
- ♪ My echo ♪

♪ My shadow ♪

♪ And me ♪

Do you remember how it felt that night?

Do you remember
what you were feeling, Nora,

when you killed your sister?

It's over, Nora.

Marcus cut a deal.

Tell me where you took Naomi Hyland.

Liz: We got here too late.

Reddington:
Describe the scene.

It's (Sighs) bloody.

Lord Baltimore's men, they're all dead.

- All but one, and I don't think he's...
- Let me speak with him.

What? Why?

Reddington:
Because he didn't survive.

He was left alive to deliver a message

and it won't be to you, it's for me.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

(Breathing raggedly)

The man with one hand,

what did he instruct you to say?

[Weakly] The Blue Jay... on Benning Road.
N-Number 604.

(Door opens)

(Clears throat)

If you're looking for him,
I can't help you.

You have to listen to me.

Reddington, I haven't...

I haven't seen him in 20 years.

(Chuckles)

I need you to lay down.

[Voice breaking] No, please.
Please, I'm begging you. I...

I can't help you.

I don't want your help!

(Mutters)

It's nice.

Hold still.

(Camera shutter clicks)

You should let me go in first.

(Television playing)

(Indistinct shouting)

(Woman shouting in Spanish)
(Pounding on door)

Sucio!

I talked to Reddington.
He couldn't find her.

A win's a win.

Lord Baltimore's off the street.

Did I hear right?

Was Reddington detained
by some, uh, Mossad Agent?

Yeah. Apparently, Martin
had to negotiate his release.

Well, any Agent who can
track down Reddington,

I'm buying them a beer.
(Knock on door)

Congratulations.

I heard you captured
the man you were after.

I thought maybe now we could
go over a couple things,

maybe take stock.

Agent Ressler.

I will recommend you for suspension.

Look, I don't mean to be a prick here,

but I'm not sure what you
think you're gonna fix.

Yeah, I'm not sure either,
until we talk.

About what?
Those Agents who died today?

About the fact that we lost a woman

that we were supposed to protect?

How I feel about that?

I feel like crap.

But I know the good we
do here, why it matters.

Am I worried that some day
it's not gonna be enough?

Yeah.

When that day comes,
you'll be the first to know.

Elizabeth, the judge signed it.

May be of little solace,

but he granted your application
for the annulment.

As far as the District
of Columbia is concerned,

you were never married to Thomas Keen.

It's none of my business,

but I noticed you're keeping his name.

My husband...

♪ Do the right thing,
do the right thing ♪

...was an imposter, a fake.

Keen was never his name.

What now?

♪ Don't you know you're not
the only one sufferin'? ♪

♪ I see you up again,
wanderin' so diligently ♪

♪ Crossin' the T's as though
it weren't irrelevant ♪

♪ They say formality, and this
is what they really meant ♪

♪ They can be the walk, we
can, we can be the pavement ♪

♪ Do the right thing,
do the right thing ♪

♪ Do it all the time,
do it all the time ♪

♪ Make yourself right,
never mind them ♪

♪ Don't you know you're not
the only one sufferin'? ♪

♪ So what you're up against,
all the disingenuous ♪

♪ They wave you along and say
there's always room for us ♪

♪ But we know better than
that to take 'em serious ♪

♪ Still, don't let 'em make
you bitter in the process ♪

♪ And when the light is up,
this is how it ought to be ♪

♪ We'll make it all right,
they'll come around eventually ♪

Hey, why are you all smiles?

Guess who's no longer interim director?

What? Martin, he's gone?

Well, who do we answer to now?

Cooper: That would be me.

♪ Get out, get out,
get out, get out now ♪

What are you waiting on, Agent Keen?

Tell me where are we with Berlin?

- [Applause]
- ♪ Do it all the time ♪

♪ Make yourself right,
never mind them ♪

♪ Do it all the time ♪

♪ Don't you know you're not
the only one sufferin'? ♪

This was left at the front
desk for Mr. Hirschfeld.

Dembe: Raymond.

You want me to open it?

No, I got it.

(Dialing)

(Line ringing)

Berlin: Ah, Mr. Reddington,
I presume.

Where is she?

Oh, here and there, out and about.

You know women.

I can only imagine how dearly
you must be missing her

after all these years, huh?

So I made you a little
something to remember her by.

You see, I'm going to do to your wife

what you did to my daughter.

I'm going to send her back to you

piece by piece by piece by piece.