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WOMAN: (ON RADIO)
All units, be advised.

Possible sighting.
Eyewitness report.

Alleged suspect seen entering
a silver Chevy minivan,

D.C. plate number
Charlie-Romeo-7-3-Romeo-2.

It will be fine.

When was the sighting?
Twelve minutes ago.

Perimeter?

Potomac to Eastern Ave.
Western to Southern Ave.

Full lockdown.
Airports. Trains. Buses.

They're not going anywhere.
They?

Unconfirmed reports
suggest the suspect's
with someone, a man.

It true what they say?

What?

That she was your partner?

What?

For the record,

I believe Agent
Keen is innocent.

What did you find?

RESSLER: Suspect's name is
Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.

She was my partner,

but as of today,
she is a fugitive
wanted in connection with

the murder of 14 CIA agents,
a US Senator,

and the Attorney General
of the United States.

They'll set a perimeter.
Yes.

Capitol Police,
Park Police, MPDC.

We'll never make
it out of the city.

No. That's why we're not
going to even try.

We believe she may
have an accomplice,

the most elusive fugitive
in the history of the Bureau,

Raymond Reddington.

I want every
camera in this city
looking for these two.

Every Twitter feed,
every Instagram account,
every Reddit thread.

If they get out of this city,
we're gonna be hunting ghosts.

Let's move. Now.

We've identified a silver
Chevy van moving north on 395.

RESSLER: You got a visual
on the suspects?

No. The vehicle was picked up
by the NSA satellite.

They confirmed the plates.

Have they passed through
the 3rd Street tunnel?

Two minutes out.
I've dispatched a chopper.

Okay, we got
a sighting, 395 North.

I want MPDC to
run a traffic break

and barricade all exits
off of the 3rd Street tunnel.

Seal it up.

You're gonna
need to put that on.

Okay, chopper feed is live.
We have a visual.

SAMAR: Confirm we have
a tail team in place

and that all exits
are blocked south
of 3rd.

You agree with me, right?
About Agent Keen?

Notify HRT and get
a negotiator onsite

in case they
take hostages.

MAN 1: (ON RADIO)
This is Eagle 1.

I've got a visual
on the suspects

entering the tunnel now.

Is the team in place?

MAN 2: (ON RADIO) Unit 64.
Entering the tunnel.

MAN 1: (ON RADIO)
Eagle 1, coming around.
We have eyes on the exit.

What do you see?

Nothing yet.
Where is my tail car?

Andreen?

Andreen, do you
have a visual?

ANDREEN: Negative.

Something's not right.

Back it up to when
they enter the tunnel.

They went in,
they haven't come out.

ANDREEN: I don't know
what to tell you.

There's no silver
van in this tunnel.

They can't just disappear.

Well, it is Mr. Reddington.

RESSLER: Pull up
the exit footage.

SAMAR: There's
the exit footage.

RESSLER: Hold on.
Back that up.

Stop.

There.

Son of a bitch.

Clean it and torch it.
Give my regards to Chichi.

Where's Charlene?

I ordered them
to take these off.

Where is my wife?

I read Charlene's statement.

Is it true what Tom Connolly
did to you?

He made me think
I was dying.

Ordered a phony
clinical trial

to make me believe
he was my only hope

so the Cabal
could manipulate me.

If I were you,
I'd want him dead.

You think I had something
to do with it?

It doesn't
matter what I think.

That I helped Agent Keen
kill the Attorney General?

I begged her not to do it.
I ordered her not to. Why?

Because Connolly
had a plan to bring
down everyone,

not just Elizabeth,

but Samar, Aram, you.

All that matters is that
Keen's a fugitive,

and I'm gonna bring her in.

You're not holding
Charlene because

she leaked
classified information
to a reporter.

You're holding her because
it gives you leverage with me.

Does it?

I told Agent Keen to run.

You want to know
if I'm complicit?
I told her to run.

You're in charge now,
Agent Ressler,

and being in
charge means you have
to decide what to do

with information like that.

Now let my wife go.

(PHONE RINGS)

Who's this?

My sister, Tiffany.

Tiffany lives in Denver.

Yeah, I did.
Until last month.

Her husband passed.
She needed to get out.

Red. You know me.

I'm sorry for
your loss, Tiffany.

(CREAKS)

What is this place?

This is where we wait
for the Troll Farmer.

The who?

We're getting a little
ahead of ourselves.

He won't be ready
for at least a week.

Ready for what?

Actually, a week
may be nice.

I'll finally get
the time to catch up

on some back
issues of Bassmaster.

(BABY COOING)

MAN:
♪ Bye-bye, baby Bunting

♪ Daddy's gone a-hunting

♪ Bye-bye...

♪ ...hunting

♪ To get a little rabbit skin

♪ To put his baby Bunting in ♪

Put her down.
Who are you?

What a lovely child.

She is the perfect little
angel, aren't we, Elle?

Put her down.
Hmm? Hmm?

Such fragile creatures,
these tiny humans.

Skulls like eggshells.

Who's her
favorite friend?

Should we take along
Mr. Panda or Mr. Dinosaur?

What do you want?

I want your father.
I will text instructions.

Mr. Panda, I think.

Update now
to our top story.

Even as authorities
allege Agent Keen

committed these acts of terror
on behalf of Russia,

various papers are reporting

that Russia is
not responsible.

Now according to
leaked documents,

one of the alleged leaders
of this organization

is the CIA's Director
of National Clandestine
Services...

You released the contents
of The Fulcrum to the press.

...who just
moments ago came forward
to address these reports.

Good afternoon, my name
is Peter Kotsiopulos

and I am the CIA's Director of
National Clandestine Services.

In the 65 years since
this position
has been created,

the Director's
identity has never

been revealed
during his tenure,

but today the President
has agreed to let me

speak openly to you,

so that I may address
the irresponsible accusations

that not only
seek to defame me,

but are harmful
to our national security.

Did you expect him
to just come forward?

The allegations
that I am part of a
conspiracy are preposterous.

I wasn't sure what to expect.

They are based on information
provided by
Raymond Reddington,

a traitor to our country
and a fugitive

who is helping
ex-FBI Special Agent
Elizabeth Keen avoid arrest.

The daughter of
a notorious KGB spy,

Keen is a wanted terrorist.

My accusers are criminals,

the subject of
one of the largest
manhunts ever conducted.

Who are you going to believe
is telling the truth?

If I didn't know any better,
I'd believe him.

But you do know better.

They're going to believe
I'm a Russian spy.

My mother was
a Russian spy.

It doesn't matter
that I never knew her.

It's the perfect story.
I'm the perfect patsy.

We have to be patient.
Patient?

Do you have any idea
the kind of resources

they're throwing
at us right now?
The manpower? This city...

This city is impossible
to get out of now.

We have no chance of
crossing the perimeter
they've established,

but Washington D.C.
cannot sustain a siege.

The economy,
the government,

one week, two at the most,
and the city will
be back to normal.

That's when we travel.

People will go on
believing I'm a terrorist.

Check the surveillance feeds
from the hotel where
Connolly was shot.

We already have.

Then check again.

I want to know exactly
what role Cooper played.

Okay. DCFD is responding
to a vehicle fire in
Columbia Heights.

It looks like
the transport vehicle

used by
Mr. Reddington's people.

Any signs of
Keen or Reddington?
No.

We'll try and recover
the VIN numbers on
the transport

and any vehicles
it may have been carrying,

but right now
the fire's too hot,

so, you know,
looks like they got away.

Which is,
you know, terrible news.

(CLEARS THROAT)

None of us want to be
in this position,
but we are.

Our job is to catch them.

So, I need you to
look me in the eye

and tell me that
you can do that.

I can.

Yes.

If you can you
look me in the eye

and promise me Agent Keen
will get a fair
hearing if we do.

I can try.
Come on.
That's not good enough.

That's the best I can do.

Let me know as soon as you
find out anything on Cooper.

Hey...

What a jerk.

Sorry.

He's simply
gathering the facts.

Yeah, well, there's only
one fact about Mr. Cooper
that matters.

He's a decent man.

D.C. Field Office
just called.

They got a tip on
Keen's whereabouts.

Matteus, I didn't expect
to see you here.

Peter.

You said Mr. Reddington
did not have The Fulcrum
in his possession.

You said it was
a bluff, a ploy.

You were wrong.

And now our plans
have been sorely compromised.

Our plans?
They're my plans.

They were.

Now they're nothing.

I would advise you
to think very carefully

before you use
that tone with me
ever again.

(LAUGHS)

I pine for the days
when conquered generals

had the sense and good taste
to fall on their swords.

Now they hold
press conferences

and negotiate advances
for their memoirs

while the rest of us
clean up their messes.

I am not leaving
this to others.

I have every
agency within Homeland
working around the clock

to find Reddington and Keen.

I don't think you
understand, Peter.

I'm here because
people in our organization

have lost confidence in you,
in your methods.

There's a history here,
so I take no
joy in telling you

that you're dancing on
the edge of a razor blade.

And that every
breath that you draw
is at our discretion.

This reminds me
of Sok Pich.

We were navigating
the backwaters
of Western Cambodia,

hoping to steal
some sapphires from
a mine foreman.

We got as far as Pailin
when the monsoon struck,

took shelter in
a root cellar
of all places.

I've never seen
so much rain.

Winds like
a monarch gone mad.

All we could do
was hunker down
and wait it out,

but Sok, he just made
a run for the village.

So, there I was.
Soaking wet. Alone.

Three days
of absolute misery,

and then,
on the fourth day,

I was overcome

by this incredible
feeling of peace.

Something about
being hidden there,
underground,

while the rest of the world
was being torn apart outside.

This isn't making
me feel better.

You have every
right to be afraid,

but just don't
let it control you.

Poor Sok learned
that the hard way.

What happened to him?

He died.

Didn't get six steps

before the wind blew a blade
of lemongrass into his skull.

(THUDDING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You're in a storm, Lizzy.

You need to find
the peace below the winds.

Do you know
who that woman is?

I told you it doesn't matter.
She's a terrorist!

Tiff, listen,
if you say a word,

if you so much
as whisper this to anyone...

What have you done?

Red, I can control this.

Your phone.

MAN: You have reached
the Federal Bureau
of Investigation's

major case contact center.

What did you tell them?

You can go screw
yourself, pal. Okay?

My husband was a soldier.

He died fighting
for this country,
trying to protect us

from people like her.
Tiff, shut the hell up.

You and I are finished.

What's going on?
We're leaving.

Within seconds,
agents are going
to breach this building.

They're gonna
want to speak to you,

because you
called in the tip.

Get rid of them,
or your brother dies.

Downstairs.

AGENT: FBI! FBI!

Hands! Hands!
Show me your hands!

Here!

Raymond Reddington
and Elizabeth Keen.

You need to tell me
where they are, right now.

The fugitives?
The ones on TV?

Tiffany Lepman, right?

Yeah. What, you
think they're here?

We got an anonymous tip
from your phone
saying they were here.

Don't know what
you're talking about.
I haven't called...

Harboring
a fugitive is a felony.

You lie to me again,
and you go to jail.

Where are they?

I don't know.

AGENT: Second floor, clear.

Look, if I knew
something, I'd say.

I'm not gonna
lie to the FBI.

Sir, we're all clear.

Aram. The tip call that
came in, call her back.

Double check
the information.

Thank you for your time.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

Look, I told you,
if I knew anything...

Cuff her!

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

Look at the floor.

Keen, I know
you're down there.

Look, there's two
ways this ends.

You come up, hands raised.
Or we come down, guns raised.

Your call.

Hands!
FBI! FBI!

Show me your hands!

(AGENTS YELLING)

RESSLER: Where are they?

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

No.

(ALARM BEEPS)

Seems a bit indiscreet.

Porche Carrera.
Two-seater suggests
no family.

Price tag indicates
he's wealthy enough
to live alone.

Maybe a girlfriend.

If he's here, it's likely
his apartment is empty.
Ah.

The address will be
on the registration

in the glove compartment.

Daddy. (SOBS)

What did he look like?

Black. He was tall.

What did he say he wants?

You.

He says he
wants my father.

Papi, he was holding
her, and then he...

Isabella, look at me.

Isabella, I will find her.
I will get her back.

LIZ: You said the plan
was to wait,

that it was impossible
to cross the perimeter.

Waiting was an option
when we had somewhere to wait.

Now we don't.

We need to contact
the Troll Farmer.

I don't know who that is.

The Troll...

What do you think?

(SNICKERS)

The Troll Farmer
uses social media

to conduct highly coordinated
disinformation campaigns

on behalf of governments,
lobbyists, corporations,
crime syndicates

and on occasion,
a humble fugitive.

He's mastered the art
of information warfare

by creating events,

virtual hoaxes
designed to piggyback
on real public anxiety.

He activates hundreds
of fake accounts

to post thousands of tweets

creating the appearance
of, say, a terrorist
attack in Paris

that served as cover
for an art heist.

He doctors screenshots
from news outlets

to report an Ebola outbreak
in Atlanta

in order to
drive up the stock

of a drug company
developing a cure.

The Troll Farmer is much
more than a rumor monger.

The events he creates
appear to be real

and provoke
a very real response,

smoke manufactured
to draw the cameras away
from the real fire.

She was blonde.

My mother.

The picture in
your apartment,
she was blonde.

I look like her,
don't I?

We're out of time.

Is she alive?

Hello.

Raymond, Elizabeth.
And you are...

Martha.
Martha.

Please don't hurt me.

No, no, no.
We're not going to
hurt you, Martha.

We are, however,
going to take your
cell phone

and lock you
in the bathroom.

Okay?

Okay.

I must say, your hair,
the way it frames your face,

it's very becoming.

Gracias.

De nada.

SAMAR: I reviewed every
witness statement,

and the surveillance
from the hotel.

There is nothing to indicate
that Cooper was complicit

in Connolly's death
or in Liz's escape.

Thank God.

He wasn't complicit.
But you were.

You asked me to see
if Cooper helped Liz.

He had two
opportunities to do that.

In the hotel where
Connolly was shot,

and here, in the war room,
where she escaped.

She got out by
cutting the power.

We found a traffic
camera that shows

her exiting
the building at 11:22.

Yeah, from the service
corridor where I found
her phone.

Cameras came back online
in the war room at 11:23.

That's 60 seconds
only you can account for.

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

I think you let her go.

I think this way
that you're acting,
this anger,

is because you
think it's your fault.

You trusted her,

and she turned around
and murdered
the Attorney General.

I'm angry because
our country was attacked.

We're all angry.

But I know there's something
you're not telling me.

And whatever it is,

whatever instinct is keeping
you from admitting the truth,

I don't trust it.

What are you doing here?

I'm not supposed to see you
for another seven days.

There's been
a change of plans.

I don't change plans.
Not for you, not for anybody.

This is him?
This is the Troll Farmer?

Perhaps I should have told you
he doesn't like that name.

I need a week.

You've got an hour.

We're out of time, Chang.

You need to get us
out of the city today.

The understanding
was that you were

going to stay
underground for a week.

That was the contract.

I've had you on retainer
for over three years.

Your content providers
have all my pertinent files.

You're not the problem,
Mr. Reddington.

My programmers are
scrambling to build content
for your plus one.

She's the wrinkle here.

Today.

Oh, my God, you're...

They said that
I'd be doubling,

that they were
gonna take pictures,

but I had no idea it was you.

Who are you?

I guess I'm you.

Elizabeth Keen, right?

Is he here, too?

Reddington?
Are you with him now?

I don't mean to pry,
but how does it feel?

How does what feel?

To be a fugitive.

The 3rd Street tunnel
is still shut down.

News teams, camera crews,
choppers overhead.

Anywhere near Capitol Hill,
the Mall, Union Station,

will be flooded
with cameras, too.

Capitol Hill is no fly.

We might be able to use
that to our advantage.

What about tunnels
under Dupont Circle?

Be a good escape route.

We don't wanna contend
with Capitol Police.

What do we know
about the perimeter?
How close can we get?

MAN: The city's blanketed
with traffic cameras and CCTV.

Very few blind spots.

CHANG: Okay, okay,
talk to me about liabilities.

Twitter, Snapchat, Reddit.

I want addresses,

hot spots where
a sighting is most likely
to blow up on social.

I give us about 20% chance
of pulling this off.

Chin up, Chang.

"Believe in yourself
and others will, too."

What is that, another one of
your dumb-ass literary quotes?

Fortune cookie.

You had them
and they got away?

We chased them
out of hiding.

Reddington had a plan.
Now he doesn't. That's a win.

The terror alert has been
elevated to "severe."

There is no win in that.

Perimeter's 200 blocks.
We're turning over
10 blocks an hour.

It won't be long now.

I've had to brief
the White House.

They know you
were Keen's partner.

That's an advantage.

I agree.
That's why I've risked
my career to back you.

Don't make me
regret doing that.

I spoke with Main Justice.

Charlene is being released,

no charges are gonna
be filed at this time.

Thank you.

And you're being released,
pending further investigation.

Apparently,
Justice wasn't informed

that I advised
Agent Keen to run.

Apparently not.

I'm glad to know you don't
think I was complicit.

Well, I do think
you were complicit.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because they didn't ask.

Besides, I'm complicit, too.

Look, when Keen...

When she broke out
of interrogation,
I caught up to her.

I could have stopped her.

I mean, I should have
stopped her, but I didn't.

I let her go.

Because I did,
the Attorney General is dead.

And that's a blessing.

A blessing? Murder?

I mean, that's something
Reddington would say,
not you.

You made a decision
based on instinct.

You should trust that.

My job isn't
to trust my gut.

My job is
to uphold the law.

I intend to do that.

When I was a little girl,
I used to imagine

that my mother was
a prima ballerina

who danced for
kings and queens
in London and Paris,

and she only
left me with Sam

until she could
come home again
and sweep me away.

I never would
have imagined...

What happened to her?

My mother.

There was a time in my life
when I was quite sure I knew

exactly what happened
to Katarina Rostova,

but after all these years,

I'm not sure I have
any real sense of how

or why she disappeared.

Everyone talks as if
she was a terrible person.

Was she?

Okay, we're as ready
as we're going to be.

Either you'll be
free within the hour

or you'll be arrested
and tried for treason.

I think we got something.
Picked it up online,
Twitter photo.

Posted it two minutes ago.

Taken in the Shaw
neighborhood at 9th and Q.

That area's controlled
by the 18th Street Gang.

If they're there,
it's for protection.

Call Vice. I want the location
of all known safe houses.

Roll all units.
This ends now.

(DOOR CRASHES OPEN)

AGENT 1: FBI! FBI!
AGENT 2: Hands, hands!

Against the wall!
AGENT 1: Find Keen!

Stay back.

Or I swear...

I said, back off now.

I got your girl.
I swear I'll kill her.

I'm not playing with you.

All clear. They're not here.

You hear me, cop?
I said I got your girl.

Vans are here.
Vans? We're splitting up?

Yes.
Why?

Because it doubles
the odds

that one of us
will make it out
to clear your name.

I'll fulfill our contract,
but after this, no more.
You hear me?

You, this...
It's too much
of a liability.

Ready?
Yeah.

You're crazy, old man.

You have no idea.

You didn't have a shot.
You could have missed.

Yeah. But I didn't.

You were lucky.
I was lucky you were lucky.

I said before
I didn't trust
your instincts.

Now they scare me.

ARAM: Okay,
I've got something.

A call to the tip line,
a CCTV feed and three tweets

all indicating Mr. Reddington
and Agent Keen

are moving north-northwest on
Foxhall Road past Reservoir.

Roll a SWAT team
over to Georgetown.
Foxhall Road.

Hang on.
I have a sighting
in Adams Morgan.

Wait, wait, no. What?

Aram, talk to me.

Okay, MSNBC's
homepage just uploaded

video of them
at Michigan Park.

No, hold on.
This can't be right.

What? All right, my screen...
My screen's blowing up here.

I've got them
in Brookmont,

but the tip line has
them in Palisades.

What the hell is going on?

I have no idea.

I've got them in five
different parts of the city
all at the same time.

Well, that's
interesting because

CNN is quoting the head
of the Criminal Division,

saying they've been captured
in Kalorama Heights.

Wait. Is that true?

Of course it's not true.

I'm the head of
the Criminal Division.

Aram, is dispatch rolling
units to all these sightings?

Yes. Rolling all
available agencies.

Mr. Reddington
and Agent Keen

can't be in all
of these places,

but they must be
in one of them.

Or maybe they're not.

That's what Reddington
wants us to think.

He wants us to divert
all our manpower to the south.

It's a diversion.

Redirect all units
to the checkpoints
along the northern perimeter.

That's where
they're gonna be.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Thought I heard on the radio

they caught the two
you're looking for.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO)
All units, be advised.
Suspects are in custody.

Repeat, suspects
are in custody.

All units,
please stand down.

We've got a problem.

Give me your phone.

Lizzy. They know.

Where are you?

I made it through,
but you won't.

You have to turn
back right now.

Turn back where?
There's nowhere...

What are you doing?
Getting you out of here.

Where are you going?

Lizzy, listen to me,
take a breath.

You can do this.

What? What am I gonna do?

I'm outside the perimeter
and I won't be able to get
back to you in time.

So, you're on your own.
You need to find
a place to hide.

Someplace where
they cannot get to you.

I can't.

Katarina Rostova
was the cleverest,

most resourceful woman
I have ever known.

What are you saying?

No matter how
dark the moment,

she could always
find her way through.

She was a Russian spy
who I never knew.

No, you didn't.

But that doesn't mean
your mother is gone.

I see her in
you every day.

She's as much a part of you
as the air you breathe.

I can't do this.

You can.

You must.

2650 Wisconsin Avenue.

No. Lizzy, no, no, no.

It's the only
chance I've got.

2650 Wisconsin Avenue.
Get there now.

Where is she?

Clear!

REDDINGTON:
Kudos, Donald.
I'm impressed.

What do you want?

To give you a Blacklister.

I'll pass.

The diversion that allowed me
to slip past your perimeter,

the man who orchestrated that
cooked it up in under an hour.

He's an illusionist essential
to criminals such as myself,

and I am giving him to you.

Where's Keen?
You said you got
past the perimeter.

You wouldn't be calling
unless she didn't.

No, she didn't.

But I'm not
telling you anything

you don't know
already, Donald.

I'm sure by now
you have found

the vehicle that was
transporting her.

So, that's what
this is about.

You knowing
that I'll find her

and giving me a Blacklister
in exchange for when I do.

No.
It's not a trade
or a bribe

or an offer of payment in kind
to entice you to look away.

I admire your probity
too much for that.

So, what do you want?
Because you only give to get.

All I want is your word
as a man of honor.

My word?

You know Elizabeth.

You know she is
not a Russian spy

or a traitor or a terrorist.

You know that's
not who she is.

It doesn't matter
what I know.

If you catch her, it will.
It will matter a great deal.

What you know about her,
what you feel about her

could make all the difference.

So, my offer.

One Blacklister
in exchange for your word

that you will give her
the benefit of every doubt.

Can you do that, Donald?

Can you give me your word?

Yes.

His name is Bo Chang.
65 East Goethe.

Bo Chang. Got it.

Hey, Reddington.
I will find you.

You know,
as my father
used to say to me,

"Just because
you've been bumped up

"to first chair
in the orchestra

"doesn't mean you can
compose a symphony."

ISABELLA: Hello?
Open the door.

Dear, your daughter's life
depends on it.

(BABY COOING)

Oh, my God!

No, no, no, no, no.
Don't touch her. Not yet.

Take a picture of her
with your phone.

What?

Take a picture
of your daughter

and send it to
this number, please.
Chop-chop.

Very good, dear.
Thank you for
your cooperation.

You returned her. Why?

Because your reputation
precedes you, Mr. Zuma.

There was no doubt

you would do
whatever was necessary

to affect your
granddaughter's release,

and you are
a man of your word.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Give me one reason why
I should not kill you.

Because if you do kill me,

then your granddaughter
will not receive the antidote

to the time-released
nerve agent

we introduced
into her digestive tract,

and inside of three weeks

will suffer
an agonizing death.

What do you want?

I want you

to breathe very deeply.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

All the checkpoints
just reported in.
There's no sign of her.

If she can't get out,
she's gonna need
a place to stay.

Who's gonna harbor
an international spy?

That's it. A spy.

Her mother was
a Russian spy.

Son of...

Harold! Harold! Honey!

You all right?
Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Me, my health.

You're not sick?

It's a long story.
(SIGHS)

You sure do. You sure do.

Help!

My name is Masha Rostova.
I'm a Russian agent.

I work for the FSB
and I'm seeking
diplomatic immunity.

(PANTING)