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you said it would
all fly under the radar,

and now I've got the IRS
breathing down my neck.

Have you spoken with
any of your associates
about our arrangement?

Did you hear what I said?
I could go to prison!

Your associates.
Do they know?

Just Charlie.

I had to. He...
He does our accounting.

I don't have
a good feeling
about this.

Do you have
a good feeling
about this?

All I know is

corporate sent
this guy to advise
about the IRS thing.

He's like a consultant.

I'm sure we have nothing
to worry about.

Companies get audited
all the time, right?

Yeah. Right.

All right, I think
we're all set here.

All set?
What's the plan?

You said you were
taking care of this!

Mr. Heller, I've already
taken care of it.

By this time tomorrow,
the audit will be closed.

I don't understand.

If it's taken care of,
why are you here?

To ask you to move away
from the window.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Please.
No! No, no!

No, no, no, no!

So, what did you think
about that...

Ladies.
If you don't mind.

Where's Charlie?

I don't know.
He was just here.

Should we wait for him?

No need.
This will be quick.

Send in the crew.
It's time to disinfect.

Tell Obenrader
there's one loose end.

How's Teva?

She graduates from
Boston University in May.

It's already
been four years?

She wouldn't be there

if it weren't for this one.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
It was all Teva.

Although, I do write
an excellent
recommendation letter.

It's an endangered
talent.

I hope you asked me here
to pay back the favor.

You need something boosted,
tell me where and when,

I'll send me crew.

Thom, rumor has it
your crew does some work

for Neville Townsend.

We freelance for him.
The occasional gig.

He picks the target,
we do the job.

Proceeds get split 60-40.

Actually, they don't.

What are you
talking about?

Luis Espinoza.
You know him?

Sure. The jobs
I do for Townsend...

He assigns them.

To you and everyone else.

Espinoza manages
all of Townsend's heisting

and boosting,
his capers and pilferage.

He decides which crews
work on which jobs.

Now, you take 40%.

The crews he prefers
to assign take 30%

and kick back 10% to him.

Knowing you to be
a principled thief,

I assume that's not a wheel
you are greasing.

It's not.

Which could explain
why Espinoza

just pulled us off
a job in Berlin.

Our take would've
been seven figures.

10% of which is now
being paid to him

by the crew he sent
in your place.

That sniveling weasel.

Does Townsend
know about this?

I don't believe so.

If he did,
Espinoza would be out.

And here I thought
it was my turn
to do you the favor.

Please congratulate
Teva for us.
Ah.

If she's interested
in law school,

I know the predilections
of several Ivy League Deans.

Nice to see you,
old friend.

You, too.

Thom McCarty?
Yeah.

We know each other?

No. Only by reputation.

Thom, this is Donald Ressler.
Careful what you say.

Black shoes, cheap suit,
flat stomach, regulation cut.

Don't get me wrong.

He's bent, just not as bent
as we might like.

I'll be
on my way then.

Safe travels, Thom.

Why must you always
be early?

Why must you only
associate with crooks?

Criminals, Donald,
not crooks.

You can call a prostitute
an escort.

She's still a hooker.

After all these years,

you still see the world
in black and white.

Oh, I see in gray.

I just do my best
to avoid it.

Along with small talk.
You said you had a case.

More like a riddle.

I recently learned that
Townsend laundered money

through a listing agency
called Kelmund Realty.

Unfortunately,
the cooked books

came to the attention
of the IRS.

Sounds pretty fortunate
to me.

If looked at in
black and white.

The gray of it is

72 hours after the IRS gave

Kelmund notice of an audit,

they no longer exist.

They vanished.

The employees,
their accounts,
employment records,

articles of incorporation...

Gone.

Along with the IRS audit.

So, the riddle is how they
pulled off this magic trick.

It's not the how, Donald.

It's the who...

Nicholas Obenrader.

2009.

Yakuza profits dip during
the Great Recession.

2012.

Brazil's two largest
gangs merge.

2018.

The head of
Le Milieu is assassinated,
creating a power vacuum.

Three continents,
three criminal
enterprises in crisis,

and according
to Reddington,

one common thread...
Nicholas Obenrader.

A management consultant
to criminal organizations.

For the Yakuza,
he rerouted laundered assets

through tax havens
like Ireland.

He was a headhunter for
Le Milieu, and in Brazil,

he oversaw the downsizing

that occurred
after the merger.

How do you downsize
a criminal enterprise?

What, do people get
a golden parachute
or a bullet to the head?

Dump and cover.
We're out of here in 15.

Mr. Obenrader, this is the one
who Becker said got away.

Tell Becker he's fired.
I don't like loose ends.

I'll take care of
this one myself.

Reddington said
that Obenrader's gone
in-house for Townsend.

Well, that's why
he gave us this case.

If Townsend hired Obenrader
as his management consultant,

he'll know everything
about his organization.

It's done.

We still have one more
loose end to tie up,

but your IRS problem
is no longer a problem.

Good, because it seems
I may have another problem

I need your help with.

It's come to my attention
that Espinoza may be
feathering his own nest.

If that's true,
I'll be looking
for a replacement.

Do we have
photos of Obenrader?

No. No photos, no prints,
no surveillance.

Obenrader's an alias.

We know what he does,
just not who he is.

He may have made
Kelmund Realty disappear...

...on paper,
but they had an office.

Go to it.
See what you can find.

Harold Cooper.

Have you read the messages
I gave you?

The ones Reddington
and his handler exchanged
through the Post?

Yes, we all have.

You're on with the team.

Well, what did they say?

Any news on these
mysterious assets?

No.

The messages were urgent

and vague at the same time,

but we were able to
identify an address.

A cafe in Paris.

It was referred to
a couple of times

in past messages
and once again recently.

We're hoping to pull
a surveillance image

or maybe get a positive ID
on the handler.

I'm sending
Aram to investigate.

April in Paris.

Have fun
at the strip mall.

Mommy, I'm done!

Oh, I'll be
right there, honey.

Agnes?

How's she doing?

She's really good.

But I think we'll all
be a lot better
when this is done.

So, what's
the address in Paris?

I want to help.

I think
it would be best

if we took care
of this ourselves.

I'm the reason

you know to go to Paris
in the first place.

I'm the one who got you
the messages to decrypt.

Which is why we shared
with you what they said.

If Aram gets a positive ID

on Reddington's handler,

will you share that
with me, too?

No.

But hopefully,
we'll be able to question him

and find out what he knows.

What he knows is
Reddington is N-13.

And if, or when,
he tell us that,

we will take
the appropriate action.

Appropriate action?
Against Reddington?

I think we all know
that's never gonna happen.

It will if he's
an enemy of the state.

Sit tight, Liz,
and let us do our job.

I sometimes forget.

All this,
and she's dragging
a child with her.

Liz's mom abandoned her.

She would never do
the same to Agnes.

I don't understand
why you think this
is a crime scene.

Because two and two
doesn't equal five.
No.

Did they skip out
on the rent?

No. They're paid up for
the next six months.

Did they leave
a forwarding address?

No address,
no phone number.

What bank
was the rent check
drawn from?

They paid cash.

Okay.
So, let's do the math.

They disappear after paying
half a year's rent in cash.

They leave
no forwarding address
or phone number,

and, uh, oh, yeah,
all of this after
they find out

that the IRS
is auditing them.

Does that add up to you?

Office has been scrubbed.

No prints
or personal effects,

but there is one thing
you should see.

Found blood on the windowsill
in the back storage room.

All right, run it for DNA.
See if we can't get a match.

Looks like
we got a runner.

Yeah, but running
from what?

If now's not a good time...

Loyalty, Godwin.

Loyalty and trust.

Nothing matters more.

About that.

I'm concerned Keen may be
feeding the FBI information.

Or she's using them to
feed information to us.

You asked me to monitor her
communications with them.

Her contact is
an Agent Donald Ressler.

And who's whispering
sweet nothings to whom?

We'll know soon enough.

Keen changes
her burner regularly,

but Agent Ressler's phone
is FBI-issue.

I reached out to
our asset at the Bureau.

We're up on his line.

I trust Keen.

But then again,
I trusted Espinoza!

And look
what that got me!

My problem is
I'm just too trusting,

aren't I, Mr. Espinoza?

Call Obenrader.

Tell him to put
his headhunter hat on.

Tell him that Espinoza's
employment contract

has been terminated!

The blood found
at the scene belonged
to a Charles Totten.

Who must have cut himself
trying to escape.

The employees
at Kelmund Realty
didn't just disappear.

They were
professionally cleaned,

along with their prints
and hard drives.

We sent a unit
to Totten's home.

He's not there,
and he's not
answering his phone.

But we traced
a credit card purchase to
a gas station in Deer Lake.

Homeowners in the area include
a William Totten.

Could be his brother.

If you're right
and Totten is a loose end,

Obenrader knows it
and will want to tie it off.

We need to
get to him first.

Oh.

Whoa.
Hey!

What are you doing here?
What? Uh... Who's he?

Oh, Rocco's my security.

Rocco? Rocco? Really?

I hope there's
a croissant in there.

I am starving.

Ah! Yes!

Did Mr. Cooper
change his mind
about you helping out?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe. Which means no.

Which means you're not
supposed to be here.

This is so delicious.
You want a bite?

Well, not anymore.

Oh, come on.
Don't be a spoilsport.

I wasn't until
you showed up.

And just how
did you show up?

I mean, how... How exactly
did you find me?

Well, I know the FBI
flies into Le Bourget.

I know you use G5s.

Le Bourget. G5.

Et voila.

Shall we?

What? Whoa.

You are, uh, not going
in there with me.

I did not come
all this way just
to eat your croissant.

Fine.

But we go in as cops,
not criminals.

We follow the rules.

Can you do that?

There's only one way
to find out.

Whoa. Okay. Just wait.
Wait, wait, wait.

Excusez-moi.

Bonjour.

Uh. Agent Mojtabai et Keen.

Uh. Nous travaillons
pour le FBI.

So what?

Ah. Uh.
En anglais.

He, uh, he speaks English.

Uh, okay.
Magnifique.

So, we believe
that two people
we're investigating

have met here
on a number of occasions.

Now, we know
who one of the men is,

but not the other,

and, well, looking
at your security footage

would go a long way

to helping us
figure that out.

Forget it.
I'm not helping you.

I'm a bartender,
not an informant.

No. No, no, no.
Believe me,
I-I understand.

But these are some
really bad people
doing terrible things.

Yeah? Like what?

Well, for starters,
they love pointing guns

at people's heads.

Whoa.
Whoa. No.
Rocco. Rocco!

And when they don't
get their way,

they pull the trigger.

Hey, he said
you were FBI.

He's FBI.

Rocco's certifiable.

So, how about those
security feeds?

Remy!
How was the race?

Unfinished.

I found him right
at the end
of the biking leg.

Imagine my surprise,
seeing Dembe in Sarasota.

I know. I haven't
called you back.

It's true.
You have been a bit dodgy.

But if you had picked up
when I called,

I never would have learned
there was such

a singularly dreadful thing
as an Ironman.

You've never heard
of an Ironman?

Not unless you're referring
to Rodin's Balzac.

There's a funny phrase.
"Rodin's Balzac."

Although that's bronze,
not iron.

So, no, I've never
heard of one.
Please, hydrate.

And answer the question
I called you about.

Your message said you wanted
to talk to Priya.

She's my most
valuable asset.

Which is why I want her
to be an asset of mine.

If she agrees,
I'll compensate you
for your loss.

Pennies on the dollar.

Pennies on the dollar?

Dembe, are you
listening to this?

Pennie...
I've never paid pennies
on the dollar in my life.

If I'm known for anything,
it's for overpaying.

He's forever trying to get me
to show some restraint.

But listen, we can resolve
this right now.

I can get Edward to take it up
to a few thousand feet,

circle back around,
come in over the 18th hole,

and drop you right
into the grandstand.

We've done it before.
I'm sure we'll do it again.

She's in London.

A client hired her to
recover a rare book.

She's scheduled to
deliver it to him

at Ingram Rare Books
in Kensington.

Good. Off you go.

Dembe will drop you
wherever you like.

If I were you,
I'd like the finish line.

I want to ask you
a question, and...

I need you to give
an honest answer.

Okay.

The bartender.

If he hadn't given us
the surveillance video,

would...you have let
Rocco shoot him?

No.

Is Agnes
really doing well?

She really is.

Where we live
is quiet and peaceful.

I found this amazing woman
to help me with her.

How do you do it?

Stay ahead of us.
Fight Mr. Reddington.

Raise a kid.

I'm not giving you
the Good Housekeeping
Seal of Approval,

but the fact that
you can do it all...

I mean, I sit by my computer
all day, and by00,

I'm in my pajamas
on the couch,

eating rainbow sherbet,

watching reruns of
Our Planet.

Thank you.

It was a question,
not a compliment.

It sounded like
an acknowledgement.

And I don't get
a lot of that nowadays.

I can't believe
you ate my croissant.

Of all the things
you've done,

that might be
one of the worst.

I've done
some awful things.

I know. That's how much
I was looking forward
to eating it.

I tell you what.

After this is over,
I'll buy you a patisserie.

You're that rich?

Whoever said crime doesn't pay

wasn't very good at it.

Oh, my...

Whoa, whoa.
There we go.

There's Mr. Reddington.

Which means that little fellow

must be his handler.

Can I help you?

Agents Ressler and Park. FBI.

Are you William Totten?

Yes. What can I do for you?

We're looking for your
brother, Charles Totten.

Oh, um, he's not here.

Is everything okay?

We're going to need to ask you
a few questions about him.

Of course.
Come on in.

When was the last time
you saw your brother?

Gosh, must be
a couple weeks ago now.

We have reason to believe
that he was in the area
as recently as yesterday.

He didn't check in?

No. I mean, he comes
up here sometimes
to fish, but it's...

Is he in some
sort of trouble?

Well,
I wish I could tell you,

but, uh, our
investigation's ongoing.

Hands!

Whoever the hell you are,
you're under arrest.

I don't know
who the dead guy is,

and I don't remember
how I got there.

All I know...

Is that
I'm not saying any more.

His name
was Charles Totten.

So we're clear,
the CIA's filing paperwork

to move you to a black site
if you don't start talking

about your relationship
with Neville Townsend.

Sir?

Sir, we got a hit.

I enhanced the image
of the man Mr. Reddington
was meeting with in Paris

and ran his face
through the database.

Russia desk kicked him back
as one Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR?
Officially, yes.

Not so officially,
he's believed to be

a high ranking member
of Zaslon,

running black op
around the globe.

So Keen was right.

Reddington's using
coded messages

to arrange
clandestine meetings

with a known
Russian intelligence officer.

Uh, what are you gonna
tell Mr. Reddington?

About this and Keen?
Not a word.

How was she?
Infuriating.

But I'd be lying
if I said

it didn't feel good to
be on the same team again.

I know the feeling.
Reddington.

Harold.
Where are you with Obenrader?

Any progress?
More than progress.

Agents Park and Ressler
brought him in.

Park's interrogating
him now.

So, we're right
on schedule.

On schedule for what?

Harold, I'm afraid
I have to come clean.

I haven't been entirely
forthright with you
on this case,

and I know
we discussed being...

More open and honest
with each other.

We have.

The truth is,

I have no expectation
that Mr. Obenrader will talk,

let alone reveal
any meaningful details

about Townsend
or his organization.

Mr. Obenrader understands
the blowback on his loved ones
would be far too great.

We'll see about that.

Don't...
Uh, hold on, Harold.

I didn't put the man
on your radar

so you could
play detective.

I put the man
on your radar

so that you could help me
make a new friend.

And how's that supposed
to happen?

So, we're not only
in bed with Reddington,

but we're also
getting into bed
with Priya Laghari?

That's correct.

Uh, back up.
Who's Priya Laghari?

Only a world renowned thief
who dabbles in jewels and art
and classified intelligence.

She's been on
the Bureau's radar for years,

but we've never come close
to catching her.

So, instead of arresting her,
we're gonna work with her.

Why enable
Reddington like this

when he's been
blatantly lying to us?

And not to pile on, sir,
but we did just learn that

Mr. Reddington has been
canoodling with

a Russian intelligence
operative in Paris.

Neville Townsend is
incredibly dangerous,

to the public
and to Elizabeth.

So anything that
gets us closer to him
is a win in my book.

Besides, I'd rather
keep Reddington close

while we look
into his relationship
with Ivan Stepanov.

If he finds out
we're investigating this,

he'll kill the guy
like he killed Rakitin.

Agreed.

So he better not find out.

Or we could just
pull Stepanov off the street.

He's a Russian citizen.

The DOJ's never
going to approve that.

Liz wouldn't need
their approval.

I know, I know, I know.
It's a terrible idea that
completely sucks.

We cannot trust her.
She's not an agent.

And abducting
an SVR agent is illegal

and could lead
to a huge scandal
if anyone ever found out.

But just...

Let it suck for a second.

Okay, still sucks.

I agree.
It's a terrible idea.

But it's possible that
every other idea is worse.

We can't go through
official channels
to question an SVR agent,

yet we find ourselves
working with a CI

who may be that SVR agent's
top asset in this country.

You said it yourself, Alina,

the minute Reddington
finds out that
we know about Stepanov,

he may kill him,

and try as we might
to keep it from him,

we know that Reddington
will probably find out

what we know.

Which means we have
a narrow window

to find and question
Stepanov.

Reach out to Keen.

Record at the tone.

Hey, Keen, it's me.

Reddington's handler,
his name is Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR.
Likely tied in with Zaslon.

Now, we can't get to him.

Not officially.

So, Cooper's sanctioned
an extraction,

and he wants you
to do the extracting.

Do you have it?

How did you get it
through customs?

Packed in my underwear
in my suitcase.

You packed a lost book
from the 14th century
with your knickers?

You want it or not?

The cash is inside.

Oh!

Oh, God.

Oh, my...

Oh, my stars.

I've dozed off in caves
and coffins,

even squeezed between
the inside and the outside
of the hull of a cargo plane,

but my hand to God,

I have not slept
that soundly
since math class.

What's going on?

How did you get in here?

Ah, ah, ah. Priya.
Not so fast.

I'll get to
the bottom of this.

I wouldn't bet on it.

What is this?

This is where Nigel walks
so you and I can talk.

Please close the door.

I'd like this part
to be private.

Reddington's handler,
his name is Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR.
Likely tied in with Zaslon.

Now, we can't get to him.
Not officially.

So, Cooper's sanctioned
an extraction,

and he wants you
to do the extracting.

How long ago was this?

No more
than ten minutes.

Has there been
contact since?

If she called him back,
it wasn't on the cell
we've tapped.

Sir, I believe you
have to ask yourself
why Miss Keen

is working
behind the scenes
with the Bureau?

She said she came to you
because she couldn't trust
the Bureau.

And they couldn't
trust her.

If they're right,
if they've ID'd
Reddington's handler,

that's a game changer.

Have our people in Moscow
get eyes on this Stepanov,

and tell Roman
to assemble a team.

What about Miss Keen?

Give her a job.
Doesn't matter what it is.

Keep her here
and keep her occupied

until we know what it is
we're dealing with.

Elizabeth, excuse me.
Do you have a moment?

Mr. Townsend's asking.

Uh, sure thing.
What's going on?

This is a first.

Typically, clients want me
to break into safes,

not meet inside of them.

I would think it
a terrible curse
to be typical.

Let me guess.
I stole something from you.

A painting. Jewelry.

Your heart?

I want to be your angel.

Not interested.

I imagine they'd be
terribly expensive,

these heists you pull.

All those
gadgets and gizmos,

the glass cutters
and suction cups.

Have you ever scaled
the side of a glass building?

It's on my list.
Good.

I hope that list
is a long one,

because whatever is on it,
I'm here to provide.

Not just money or toys,
they're easy.

I'm talking about a life,

one where
you can walk away
from your clients

and thieve
just for the fun of it.

I know who you are.

Then you know I can
afford to make this

the last job
you ever have to take.

One job.
That's all I need.

What do I have to steal?

Nothing. I want
you to infiltrate

Neville Townsend's
organization.

Get up.

What's going on?

You're taking a trip.

Where are you taking me?

You can't
just transport me.

I have rights.

I haven't even spoken
to my lawyer.

Where you're headed, Nicholas,
you don't get a lawyer.

D-6 inbound.
Cargo on deck.

Copy that.

He give you any trouble?

No. Teddy bear.
Is that the paperwork?

Who are these guys?
What is this?

Well, we gave you
a chance to talk.
Now it's their turn.

Whose turn?
Where are you taking me?

It's a long flight, buddy.

You gotta take a whiz,
I suggest you do that now.

Gun!

Aah!

Go, go, go!

What's going on?
Who are you?

I can tell you
who we're not.

The CIA.

And that's
good news for you.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.

Oh.

Do you think
he bought it?

I mean, I bought it.

You know what I love?
I love a good mystery.

Like, what's in
all these boxes?

Of course,
a mystery is only as good
as the story around it.

So here's yours...

Ten minutes ago,
you were headed
for a black site,

scratchy, polyester jumpsuits,
bright lights all night,

horrific food,
crushing solitude.

Irrelevance.

I appreciate
what you did,

and I would happily
return the favor

by doing
a thorough overview

of your entire organization
free of charge.

Oh, my gosh!
The things you'd find!

Square pegs in round holes,
misfits and outliers.

But you know what?
I like it that way.

I trust how it feels.

The only things I consult
are my gut and my friend.

And why did your gut
tell you to save me?

How do you know
it wasn't my friend?

But I digress.

Neville Townsend asked you
to find someone

to manage the heist crews
he employs.

I have a candidate.

I don't discuss
client business.

I'm sure that
you can appreciate
the need for discretion.

I can, and I do.

But I find myself
in the unusual position

where indiscretion is
the better part of valor.

So allow me
to be indiscrete.

"Spoiler alert,"
as they say.

The boxes contain
an exhaustive

archival record
of your clients.

Names. Dates. Numbers.

A who, what, where, when,
and how of your livelihood.

That's the mystery...

My client list.

It is.

And what I might do
with your client list.

Who's the candidate?

Priya Laghari.

I assume her reputation

precedes her.

The Iranian nuclear deal.
The Matisse in Rotterdam.

Normally,
I'd consider myself lucky

to find such
a worthy replacement.

Luck had nothing
to do with it.

I need someone inside
Townsend's organization.

So, I soured him on Espinoza,
Townsend took him out,

called you in,
and here we are.

I consult with Mr. Townsend
about personnel,

avoiding redundancy,
and profit maximization.

I have no interest in
his politics or rivalries,

or in placing a mole
within his organization.

Fine. Then you can volunteer.

I consult
with Mr. Townsend

virtually or over the phone.

We've never met.

I don't even know
where he works.

Mm. Miss Laghari then.

Advocate for her

and you can keep
your client list to yourself.

Obenrader raved about her,
and you can see why.

Laghari has
an outstanding resume.

Why are you showing
this to me?

I value your opinion.

About what thief to hire?

We're partners in
going after Reddington,

and when that ends,

I'm hoping our partnership
can continue,

and... And don't...
Don't say no

until you let me show you
more of what I do,

starting with Laghari.

I'd like you to bring her in.

What... Now?

Well, I have a meeting
with someone else.

Excuse me, sir.
I've heard from Vandyke.

The pickup instructions
are in the file.

This is important to me,
Elizabeth.

This person you're
supposed to meet,

is there any chance
you can meet them later?

Of course.

Our man in Moscow
has confirmed
Stepanov's location.

I want it done quickly.

I've stalled Keen,

but she may already have
assets on the ground.

What you said,
about briefing her
on what we do,

if she's working
with the FBI...

"If" does me no good.

I need confirmation,
and the best way to get it

is by pretending
to trust her when I don't.

Remind me again
what we're doing.

We're gonna track Laghari
from her pickup point
to Townsend.

And why are we doing that?

Can't Laghari just tell us his
location once she gets there?

After all,
she's spying for us.

No, she's spying
for Reddington.

In exchange for cooperating,
we got Reddington to agree

to let us follow her
to wherever Townsend
works or lives.

I have a 20.

East side of the park.
Heading north.

Okay. Here we go.

What about Keen?

We're working with her
to find Reddington's handler.

Why can't she tell us?

I wish she would,
but she won't.

Not until it's done.
What's done?

I wish I knew.

The blue van.
By the curb.

We got a blue
Chevy Astro van,
7th Street side.

Where am I
supposed to sit?

You're not.

Right this way.

I got the tail.

Hey, you got a signal?

Like taking
candy from a kid.

Not that I would
ever do that.

Except once,
I had this mad craving
for a Butterfinger,

but, you know,
it was Halloween, and...

...I was a kid, too.

Tell me you're calling
from Moscow.

I am not. I don't know
what's going on.

Townsend sent me
to do something.
It's like he knows.

And what
makes you think that?

The job.
It's...make work.

It's a live call.

Something you
give someone to keep them
from doing something else.

Okay. Agent Park,
turning west on Clyborne.

You have eyes?

Copy that.
West on Clyborne.

So, what about Moscow?

I was able to send someone.

Looks like
they're coming to a stop.

Keep your distance.

Any word
on the extraction?

No. Shouldn't be a problem.

But if you're right
and Townsend suspects
we're working together...

We're not
working together.

We have the same goal.

But so does Townsend.

We're aligned
against Reddington.

Maybe. But if Townsend knew
that we were even talking,

I doubt that he'd be
so understanding.

I'll call you
as soon as I know.

You wanted confirmation.
You just got it.

She's not wrong.

We're all aligned
against Reddington.

Yeah, but based
on that call,

I'd say she and the feds
are aligned against us.

That's not
what I heard.

Then you
weren't listening.

You think you're giving her
the rope to hang herself.

I fear you may be giving her
the rope to hang all of us.

This was easy.

Or not.

Her driver just left her.

Well, maybe there's
another pickup.

I don't think there's
another pickup.

What's going on?
Is she there?

You were right.

It was like taking candy
from a kid.

Only we were the kids.

Priya Laghari.

I-I feel as if I'm in
the presence of greatness.

Mm. It's a fact,
not a feeling.

May I kiss the ring,
which I assume was
stolen at Cannes?

St. Moritz.

A trophy
that once belonged
to a trophy wife.

Mm.

As touching
as this is to watch,
I'm gonna go.

Of course. Go, go, go.
Oh, oh!

Your appointment.

I hope you were able
to reschedule it.

Turned out not to be
a problem.

I was able
to send someone
in my place.

Were you?
Yeah.

Please tell me it's done.

I'm meeting
the team in ten.

It'll be done in 20.

Sit tight.
I got this.

That's right.
A hole.

In the floor of the van?

What we don't know
is where or when
she got out.

Which means we're totally
reliant on Reddington.

Whatever Laghari
finds out about Townsend,
she's gonna tell him.

And we're gonna trust
that he turns around
and tells us.

He might.
I mean, normally,
he wouldn't.

I mean, normally,
he's got an agenda

that we do not
know about,

but this time,
we... We want
the same thing.

I think.

If we wanted the same thing,
Reddington wouldn't
have let Obenrader go.

But if we'd officially
arrested Obenrader,

then it may have
tipped Townsend

that Laghari's a plant.

Maybe when
this is all over,

Mr. Reddington will
circle back to Obenrader.

You know, I'll, uh,
include your optimism

in my debrief to Cooper.

Seriously.

Us and Mr. Reddington,

we are totally in sync
on this, right?

We'll hear when we hear.

I know, but why
haven't we heard?

Camus thinks
the world is meaningless

and that happiness
comes from accepting
that nothing matters.

He's an Absurdist.

And we live in
a Theater of the Absurd.

Getting the FBI to believe
they helped us insert a spy

when in fact, they helped us
insert an assassin.

I'm sure
it's not jewels
you're after.

What exactly is it
you want me to steal?

All of it.

That's a lot.

At any one time,
our organization
is tracking

a variety of vulnerable
and defenseless assets.

Contraband in transport.

Exposed money laundering sites.

We don't discriminate.
We take what we can.

So, what are
we talking about?

I'm talking about putting
you under contract.

Paying you to identify items
that we might steal.

Mr. Townsend.
So terribly sorry
to interrupt,

but it's a matter
that can't wait.

Excuse me.

It's about Moscow.

Miss Laghari, it appears
that something has come up.

If you'll excuse me.

Ah!

I just heard from
the Russia desk.

What is it?
Moscow's lighting up.

Turns out Ivan Stepanov
was abducted

from his apartment
in the Pokrovsky Hills.

Keen.

She must have
gotten to him.

She make contact?
No.

I left her several messages,
but she hasn't picked up.

Let's assume
that's a good thing.

I thought
you said it was done.

It was about to be done.

That's when
the place started
swarming with cops.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Not just regular cops.

Someone rang a bell,
and there's all these
important-looking people here.

You got to
get out of there.

You think this might
be the work of your
friends in the FBI?

I have no idea
what to think.

Is it done?

I haven't heard
from Laghari,

but I just heard
from Moscow.

What? What happened?

Our friend...

He's been taken.

Do you know who I am?

Because I know
who you are.

You're the one
who created the archive
that destroyed my family.

I also know you continue
to feed intel to N-13.

Katarina Rostova
was N-13.

And Katarina Rostova
is dead.

Yes,

but Katarina Rostova
was framed.

Which means
I dedicated my life

to the hatred of
an innocent woman.

But you know that.

Just like I know
that you're working
with Reddington.

What I don't know is why.

Why you protect him.
Why you help him.

Why...my family had to die

so that you could
carry out whatever...

Plan you two are hatching.

I have a lot of "whys."

Let's hope you're prepared
to offer some answers.