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Hey!

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Hey!

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

That’s three in a row,
Pops.

Maybe we should go back
to Go Fish.

No.
Shuffle up, deal again.

Just give me a minute.

I should grab this.

Aram, what
a nice surprise.

Mr. Cooper.

Charlene was just
asking about you,

and I couldn’t
tell her anything --

where you’re living, what
you’re up to these days.

I know, I know.
I’m sorry.

I’ve been meaning to.
I-I just --

I’ve been getting settled,
but I’m good. I’m really good.

I’m great, actually.
How’s New York?

Uh, well, maybe I could
tell you in person.

You guys are here, aren’t you?
The Task Force is in New York?

No, we’re not even
up and running.

Reddington took the sisters
home to Guatemala.

That was over
six months ago.

We’re just twiddling our thumbs
till he gets back.

Well, Mr. Reddington
is here.

What? Where?

I just saw him.

Saw him?
In Manhattan?

Yeah.
Outside the Met.

Across the street
from the museum.

He was, uh --
He was just walking.

By himself?

Yeah, no security.
No car, either.

I called out to him,
and he saw me,

and then he just
got in a cab.

Aram, are you sure?
You’re sure it was him?

Yeah, it was him.
He looked kind of different.

But it was --
it was definitely him.

Mr. Cooper?
A-Are you still there?

Yes, I’m sorry.
It’s just --

things were pretty good with
Reddington before he left.

We’d agreed to be more
forthcoming with each other.

If he were back --
He is.

Okay, but if you’re right,
why was he there?

What was he doing?

It’s a bomb!

Aram, are you alright?!

Aram?
Aram, are you alright?

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Please tell me
you’re coming in to help.

You’re still at it? How
much have you done?

About half.

I swear, it’s taking me longer
to document Marvin Gerard’s case

than it did to expose him
in the first place.

Take a break.
I can’t.

Raymond won’t be
away forever.

We need to take advantage
of this downtime.

You still haven’t
heard from him?

Nothing.

There’s a bed and breakfast
in Quezaltenango.

He’s probably having
a champurrado on the terrace.

Aram just saw him
in New York.

Say that again?
Apparently, Raymond’s back.

And probably connected to
an explosion that happened

a few minutes ago at a townhouse
on the Upper East Side.

I’ll give Chuck a call
right away.

I just tried. No answer.

Which isn’t surprising.
If he’s blowing up townhouses,

he probably doesn’t feel like
taking questions.

No idea what it’s about?
No.

But it can’t be good.

I’m coming in.

I have to admit, I was
getting used to the time off,

being home with
Charlene and Agnes.

I feel old.

You got this, old man.

♪

Well, I’m good.

I mean, the truth is...

every day’s a struggle.

Not just recovery,
um, which so far, it’s --

Look. I-I’m okay.

It’s just mostly, uh...

I have a hard time
letting go of the past.

I mean, it’s in my nature
to want to fix things and...

Take your time,
Donald.

It’s just hard
f-for me to accept.

I lost someone I loved,
and...

it can’t be undone.

I mean, I...

I became an addict.
I hit bottom.

Uh...

I wish it didn’t happen,
but it did.

And letting that go
and leaving that be...

...it’s hard for me.

But, uh...here I am.

And today...

I’m 311 days sober.

That’s wonderful.
Good for you.

You don’t
answer your phone?

I carried that Bureau phone
for two months

after Reddington left.

It didn’t ring,
I put it away.

So, uh, is he back?

Not exactly.

Come on. I’ll explain
on the way to New York.

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- - Ed Pickford.
- Sergeant.

I’m Agent Ressler.
This is Agent Zuma.

Apologies for the big foot.

Man, you FBI guys work fast.

My people were still clearing
the area when the Bureau

let us know a team was coming up
from DC to run point.

How are things looking?

A lot of damage.
Fire’s saying a single device,

detonated in a room
on the top floor.

Anyone hurt?
Unknown at this time.

Suspects?

Look, I’d love to be able
to tell you

we know
what happened here,

but to be honest,
our hands are tied.

Especially since we can’t
enter the building.

Why not?

’Cause it belongs
to the Chinese government.

It’s registered as an official
annex of the Consulate.

An annex?

We’ve got over a
hundred foreign missions

in the city, plenty
with multiple locations.

No police inside
without permission.

He blew up part
of the Chinese Consulate?

"He"? You fellas have a theory
on who might’ve done this?

No, not really,
but how do we find the person

that can give us permission?
You won’t have to.

Something tells me
he’s about to find you.

Excuse me. May I please speak
to whomever’s in charge?

Agent Ressler, FBI.

My name in Chin Yao,
head of this Consular Post.

Mr. Chin, we’re just beginning
our investigation,

but we believe this explosion
was a targeted attack.

I see. And who do you
believe was responsible?

Well, we don’t know,
but you can be sure

that the Bureau will keep you
informed of our progress.

I see the building
has security cameras.

We’d appreciate you giving us
access to that footage.

I’m afraid
that’s not possible.

And why’s that?

Because we are not requesting
an American investigation.

Someone set off a device
in one of your buildings,

and you don’t want to know
who or why?

If a crime was committed,
my staff is

more than capable of handling
the matter on its own.

How?

Your staff has no law
enforcement authority here.

I’m not here to debate
the matter, Agent Ressler.

I’m informing you.

-Eddie.
-Yeah, Billy?

One down. This the Bureau?

Yes.

Sir, you’re gonna
want to see this.

Agent Ressler,
to be clear,

the FBI is not authorized
to enter the premises.

The property is inviolable.

By authority of the Vienna
Convention on Consular...

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Best we can tell, she was
the only one on the floor

at the time of the explosion,
but we’ll keep looking.

With that much force,
why’s the body still intact?

We think the device was sitting
on a mail cart in this area.

Looks like she got
partial coverage

from the desk
and this file cabinet.

And there’s this.

Looks like a laptop
under her right arm.

Can you identify
this woman?

Your presence here
is unlawful!

Yeah, we heard you,
but you’re not here

to debate the matter,
remember?

At this point, you’ll
have to take that up

with the Attorney General.

Yeah, this is now a federal
homicide investigation.

Moores is dead.

We needed her help.

She told us enough.

Everything
stays on schedule.

It was Reddington.

He’ll do anything to keep me
from proving the truth.

But I will.

And he will suffer
for what he has done.

♪

Okay, you’re not
gonna believe this.

The body recovered
from the Chinese Consulate?

It was
Jennifer Anne Moores.

Moores.
How do I know that name?

Jennifer Moores
was once on The Blacklist.

She was a key member
of a heist crew

known as
The Fribourg Confidence.

Thieves who specialized
in robbing criminals.

Back then, Elizabeth hired them
to steal a flash drive

from one of Raymond’s
safe deposit boxes.

I remember.

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But we arrested them.
So why isn’t she in prison?

Because she cooperated
with our investigation.

And it seems like that went
a long way with the US Attorney.

She did 19 months at Hazelton
and was paroled five months ago.

I don’t get it. What’s a former
Blacklister on parole

doing at an annex of the
Chinese Consulate in New York?

Moores was a master thief.
It’s reasonable to assume

that she was hired
to steal something.

By the Chinese?
Why would they look to her?

And how’s all this
connected to Reddington?

I will say this --
whatever she was doing,

clearly Reddington
didn’t want it done.

We do have a lead.

Problem is,
we don’t have Aram.

We could call the Lab,
have them send another tech,

but I don’t like
flying blind.

I’d prefer to keep this
Task Force only

until we know
what we’re dealing with.

You want to bring
on a new agent?

At least one.

Cynthia’s having Main Justice
send a list.

Aram and Alina won’t
be easy to replace,

but we can’t do this
just us.

In the meantime,
I know someone who can help.

One of
Reddington’s people?

Believe me, if you
want to break into a computer,

this is the guy.

Go for Chuck.

Hey, Chuck. It’s Dembe.

I need to speak to Raymond.

Dembe. Hey, buddy.
It’s been months.

You don’t write.
You don’t call.

You were
supposed to call me

when Raymond
got back into the States.

And I will.

As soon as I hear,
you’ll be the first to know.

Well, top five.
Mm, maybe ten.

So you’re not with him?

Are you saying
he’s already back?

How do you know?
How do you not know?

Hey. It’s Reddington.

I only know what
he wan me to know.

Sent me a postcard
a few months back.

A postcard?

With a picture of
the Tower of London.

All it said was,
"Quick visit to the Tower.

Invited to the Key Ceremony.
Super fun.

Wimbledon tomorrow.
Legoland Friday. Red."

He went to London?

I guess so, but then the, uh,
card was postmarked in Uruguay,

and, uh, Dembe...

you understand
he signed it "Red."

Yes, I heard.

What’s going on?
Why so many public places?

And who’s handling
his security?

Chuck, make some calls, see
if anyone has heard from him.

I was gonna ask him for
permission to go see Tadashi.

Yeah, I can’t help you
with that,

but I’ll get on
the rest of it.

Hey, wish I could be
more help,

but I don’t know where the
big man is or what’s doing.

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You! You had my son and me
arrested?!

Ms. Ito, you’re not
under arrest.

These agents were just --
These agents made us

wear blindfolds
and ride in the back of a van!

There are security protocols.
I’m very sorry.

Whoa!
Mom, are you seeing this?!

It’s a War Room.

♪

Do you have any idea
what kind of systems

must be powering
a place like this?!

Where’s Raymond, hmm?

I want to have a word
with that man.

Raymond doesn’t know
you’re here.

Please.
Let me explain.

You left Raymond?

You don’t work together anymore?

No.

I became a federal agent
about two years ago.

And Raymond
knows this?

There’s nothing
to worry about.

Nothing to worry about?

You’re asking Tadashi
to help the FBI!

The FBI shouldn’t
even know his name!

He’s applying
for business schools.

Oh, my God. All the things
he’s done for Raymond.

You know about them?
Oh, my God.

All the things Raymond
has done for him!

Ms. Ito,
we have a situation --

a situation
involving Raymond --

and I need Tadashi’s help
to help him.

Look, we need to move quickly.
You have my word.

I promise. Nothing bad
will happen to your son.

Raymond usually pays
in cash.

Hey. You looking for me?

How’s it going with
Reddington’s tech guy?

Good.

Dembe just made a deal
with his rep,

who also happens
to be his mother.

The guy’s barely 19.

19 and already
as good as Aram?

Well, I hope so,
because he needs to work fast.

Why? What’s up?

I just got off with
Main Justice.

That man from the Consulate
you spoke with in New York?

He just filed a motion
in District Court

to preclude us from
searching Moores’ laptop.

At least we know we’re looking
in the right place.

Judge Vance wants all parties
in Chambers in half an hour.

We drew Vance?

If we lose --
No, we can’t lose.

I think Reddington took out
Jennifer Moores, and right now

that laptop’s the only lead
we have to tell us why.

I’ll do my best,
but on the merits,

this could go either way.

Let’s just hope the kid cracks
it before we get shut down.

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Tadashi, I don’t mean
to add any pressure,

but it’s possible
we’re running out of time.

The drive’s a disaster!

Any worse, and this
would’ve been impossible.

Does that mean
you can read it?

It’s not just the damage
from the explosion,

it’s heat from the fire.

Expose a drive
to over 300 Celsius,

and you get damage to
the platters and the ROM chip.

Add to that the water damage
from the sprinklers

and the Fire Department
hosing down the building?!

You get oxidation
and a warped drive chassis!

Can you read them?

No, but I’m close,
so stop stressing me out.

Dude.
Go hang with my mom.

Alright. Why don’t we
get started?

Wendy Flynn
for the United States.

I’m here with Assistant Director
Harold Cooper of the FBI.

Good afternoon,
Your Honor.

Don’t be so sure,
Director Cooper.

I read Mr. Chin’s motion.
This may not be

a "good afternoon"
for the Bureau after all.

Thank you, Your Honor.

For the record, Chin Yao
on behalf of the Consulate.

I’m listening.
Your Honor...

this matter falls squarely
within the provisions

of the Vienna Convention
on Consular Relations,

a treaty to which
182 nation states are party,

including the United States
and China.

As you know, the principle
of property inviolability

is well established
and requires

that the consular
state consent

to any entry
by the receiving authority.

Not any entry,
Mr. Chin.

They’re allowed to enter
for an emergency

requiring prompt
protective action.

I’m gonna guess that you’re not
upset about the Fire Department

risking their lives

to protect your staff
and your precious annex?

No, and we’re grateful
for their assistance.

But the FBI
is another matter.

Your Honor,
if I could be heard --

No. Him.

Director Cooper,
these were your agents

acting as part of a Task Force
that you oversee?

That’s right, Your Honor.

And those agents were told,
in clear and unambiguous terms,

that their entry
was not authorized?

Yes.
And they proceeded anyway.

And not only
did they enter,

they removed the
laptop in question.

They seized evidence.

-Which they had no right to do.
-Let him talk.

I’d refer Your Honor
to Article 55 of the VCCR.

Anyone enjoying consular
privileges has a duty

to respect the laws
of the receiving state.

Consular premises
can’t be used in a way

that’s incompatible
with consular functions.

And this was?
Incompatible?

Absolutely. The woman
killed at this "annex"

was a career criminal
on parole.

An American with no official
consular mission.

Bottom line -- we
believe she was

there in furtherance of a crime.

You believe,
but your agents had nothing

to even suggest as much
at the time.

If Mr. Chin were operating
a drug lab on the premises,

we’d have a right
to seize the drugs.

But this wasn’t a drug lab,
Director Cooper.

Drugs are contraband
on their face.

Your agents were
investigating a crime,

not seizing proof
of one.

I’ll ask Mr. Chin
point blank.

Why was Jennifer Moores
inside that building?

What was her legitimate purpose
for being there?

And I’m telling
Director Cooper point blank,

I do not have to answer
your questions.

Yes, yes, yes!
I’m in.

Looks like there were...

five active files in use
when the drive was disabled.

Can you access them?

Not all of them.
Three so far.

But I should be able
to get the other two.

We’re close.

Close, but no cigar.
It’s over.

Vance just ordered us
to stop any search

and return the laptop.

Tadashi,
we have to stop.

Stop? Now?

I’m almost there.
I can get the other files.

No, you can’t.

Tadashi!

I know you’re used to
working for Raymond,

but this is different.

I’m an agent now,
and we have rules.

♪

Okay, we may not have
a full pictures,

but the files we recovered
before Vance’s orders

tell us a lot about
what was going on.

Apparently, Jennifer Moores
was casing Luxe International.

It’s a private company
that specializes

in fine-art storage
and logistics.

According to
their website,

they "store and
transport expensive

and priceless works of art
for a global clientele."

They’re headquartered
on Montserrat,

one of the British Overseas
Territories in the Caribbean.

- - -So Moores was planning a heist?
- Definitely.

Luxe operates
as a Freeport,

which means it’s a tax haven
for the wealthy.

The stuff in there
is worth billions.

Of course,
nobody is supposed to know

what’s in there,
because the list isn’t public.

But Jennifer Moores
had one,

and she was focused on
one item in particular --

a sculpture called
The Night Owl.

By Picasso? I’m not expert,
but sculpture’s

not the first thing I think
about when I hear that name.

He made over a thousand.
And a lot of owls.

Some say he became
obsessed over them

after he found
a wounded owl in his studio.

"The Night Owl."
Luxe just got the shipment.

It was part of
a woman’s estate,

and when she died,
they put it in storage.

Any idea what it’s worth?

The Met just sold
a Picasso sculpture

for over $48 million.
So, what are we saying?

That the Chinese hired Moores,
a former Blacklister,

to help them steal
this Night Owl?

Maybe Reddington
wants it for himself.

I mean, at this point, we have
three-fifths of the story.

So we stay on it.
You two, get to Luxe.

Make sure they know
they’ve been targeted.

♪

Richard Deever. I’m head
of security here at Luxe.

This is one of my associates,
Siya Malik.

Thanks for agreeing
to see us.

Well, we’re the ones
saying thanks.

Our clients trust us with their
most treasured possessions,

so obviously we take any
credible threat seriously.

In your call to corporate,
you said you think

we’ve been targeted?
We kn you were.

By a career criminal
and master thief.

This specific person
is no longer a danger,

but we don’t know who else
she was working with.

From what we can tell, she was
targeting a specific sculpture.

A Picasso called
The Night Owl.

Which we understand was
recently delivered here.

It was, but that information
was never made public.

Obviously,
we keep the content

of all our shipments
strictly confidential.

The Night Owl’s not one of
Picasso’s better-known works.

The fact that it even exists
was a closely guarded secret.

Can I ask
where you got this?

I’m sorry.
I can’t disclose that.

It’s part of an ongoing
federal investigation.

We can’t protect ourselves
if we don’t understand what --

Fine. Then I’d like to speak
to the agent in charge.

That "agent"
is Harold Cooper,

the Assistant Director
of the FBI.

You -- You work
for Harold Cooper?

That’s right.

Harold Cooper runs
a secret Task Force.

So secret, most FBI agents
don’t know about it.

And you do?

Yes, because my mother
used to work for Harold Cooper.

Her name was Meera Malik.

You’re Meera’s daughter?

You knew her?

We not only knew her.

She was a friend.
And a-a very fine agent.

Perhaps you could
give us a minute.

♪

If we can verify
what we just heard,

I think we should
show them around.

Bad idea. We can
handle this ourselves.

Thank them for the intel
and let them go.

♪

Hmm. Let me guess. Your
boss says thanks for the tip,

but, uh, you should
give us the brush.

A guy with Harold Cooper’s
connections

could change that
with one phone call.

One "inter-agency"
phone call.

You two don’t take no
for an answer.

Apparently, your boss
made a phone call.

Follow us, please.

♪

♪

As you may have guessed,
this facility is a front.

It functions
as a black site.

-International?
-Yes.

Used by a number
of allied agencies.

High-end art storage
is a strong cover.

It explains the heavy security,
shipments coming in and out,

and all interactions
with the public

are by appointment only.

I’m with the Agency.

Most of the other operatives
on site are also CIA.

Agent Malik is with MI6.

You were right.
We did just receive

The Night Owl,
but it’s not a sculpture.

It’s a code name for a prisoner
we recently transported.

We brought him here
to be interrogated.

It would seem that somehow
your thief found out.

His name is Al--
Alban Veseli.

You know him?

We call him
The Freelancer.

♪

This just
isn’t gonna work.

I mean, all of this
would have to come out.

It’s ridiculous.
It looks like a cruise ship.

Like, what’s this?
A balcony?

Yes, it’s a balcony
on the mezzanine level.

Is that where the water slide
and the wave pool are?

On the mezzanine level?

Mr. Reddington, this place
checks a lot of your boxes.

30,000 square feet,
no windows, high ceilings.

I don’t need high ceilings,
Andrea.

I need at least two stories,
not just a mezzanine.

They do
fully catered events,

which means it has
a working kitchen.

I know you didn’t
request that --

You’re right. I didn’t.

A kitchen is nice,
but I don’t need it.

You need to
work with me here.

Two or more stories
means stairs, elevators.

This is more efficient.
And it’s a beautiful kitchen.

Oh, stop
with the kitchen already.

There’s nothing I love more
than a great kitchen.

We could get in your car
right now

and I could take you to any
number of fabulous kitchens

and cook you
a gorgeous meal.

A lovely roast chicken,
a duck breast.

But for our purposes here,
what I’m looking for...

I don’t need a kitchen.

And this has been open
to the public.

The place I need
has to be discreet.

I need it to be
invisible.

That doesn’t exist.

You mean you haven’t
found it yet.

No, I mean
it doesn’t exist!

A vacant space that large
in this area?

Remember, I can only show you
what’s available.

Okay, well, don’t take this
the wrong way, Andrea,

but that’s the first
helpful thing you’ve said.

So it does exist.

It’s just being used
by somebody else.

Maybe. Yes.

Are you saying you want
to buy someone out?

How about I buy you lunch and
you tell me everything you know

about the companies
that have factories in the area?

About two years ago,
a natural-gas pipeline ruptured

just outside the town
of Glennshire,

80 miles north of London.

The blast leveled four blocks
and killed 17 people.

You’re talking about the blast
that killed Randall Ames.

Yes, a member of Parliament

and the UK’s
Anti-Corruption Champion.

He was on holiday in Glennshire
with his wife.

At first, we thought it was
just a tragic accident,

but a closer look
made us believe

the pipeline
was sabotaged.

A mass accident designed
to cover up a single murder.

We’re familiar
with the M.O.

Veseli was briefly out of prison
around that time.

That’s when
Keen got him released.

MI6 made a request,

and the Agency brought him here
for questioning.

But to be honest,
we haven’t had much luck.

He hasn’t said a word.

He’ll talk to us.
And why would he do that?

Let’s just say, uh,
we have a history.

I swear.
Now I’ve seen everything.

You’re telling me
the FBI gave you a badge?

Things change, Alban.

Although, you seem like the
exact same man you always were.

I should’ve known that pipeline
in Glennshire was you.

A little work
I took on the side.

Agent Keen had no idea.

I was, uh -- I was sad
to hear about her passing.

Watch what you say
about Keen.

What am I supposed to say?

She set me up,
just like Reddington.

Got me out of prison,
sent me to crash a plane,

then warned the FBI so that
the Bureau could re-arrest me.

Well, we’ll have to walk down
memory lane another time.

I want to know about
Jennifer Anne Moores.

Wow.
Didn’t see that coming.

Mostly because I have
no idea who that is.

She was working on a plan
to set you free.

Oh, I like her already.

What’s your connection
to the Chinese Consulate?

Fellas.
I’m willing to play.

But it would help
if I at least knew the game.

We’re supposed to believe
that you don’t?

Jennifer Moores was
tracking your movements,

casing the black site
where you were being sent,

and you’re telling us that
you knew nothing about that?

♪

Lock it down.

Stop!

♪

You were right.

Maybe that was
the FBI outside.

In fact, maybe they’re
not just outside.

Maybe they’re right here
in this room.

Think hard before you
accuse anybody of anything.

Zhang Wei:
Wujing.

Wujing.
Two minutes out.

Tell our people to proceed.

I think you’ll be pleased.

Did you hear that?

Automatic rifle.
Hundred bucks it’s an M-16.

We have to get him
out of here.

Watch your back!
Code four!

♪

Alban Veseli is somewhere
in this building. Find him.

- - We have to go.
- Go?

We have full security on site,
with military training.

Well, whoever’s coming
knows that.

They wouldn’t have attacked
the building unless they knew

that they had the manpower
to overrun your security.

Overrun? You mean kill
everyone in the building?

They want him, and they
won’t leave without him.

There must be another way
out of here.

Yes. Motor pool.
We have cars stationed there,

but it’s all the way on
the other side of the building.

Get Veseli
ready to move.

We have to assume
they know where to look,

and we need to be gone
when they get here.

♪

Agent Ressler?

Cooper, we’re under attack.
We’re taking heavy fire.

How’s that possible? You’re
at an Agency black site.

It was Alban Veseli.
"The Night Owl"?

The heist Jennifer Moores
was planning --

it was a rescue op
to recover Veseli.

Can you get out?

There’s a motor pool.

If we can make it there,
maybe we can still get out!

So it’s Veseli’s people
behind the attack?

Look, whoever you called,
call them back!

Tel them their teams on the
ground need reinforcements now!

They’re too close!

We’ll try to keep them back!
You two keep going!

Get him out of here!
We can’t just leave you!

Nobody’s leaving anybody.
We’ll be right behind you.

A tad optimistic.
I want a hug goodbye.

-Go! Move!
-Go, go!

What are the chances
of backup?

Getting here on time?
Slim to none!

We’re at a covert black site
on a Caribbean island.

Then how do they know?!
What do you mean?

Whoever’s doing this,
how did they get that intel?!

There!

We gotta get out of here!

Something’s wrong.
They have too much info.

We gotta make a run for it!
Come on!

Maybe they figured out
where Veseli was being taken,

but how did they know
the code name?

And where’d they get
the list of the art?

It was someone
on the inside.

Sorry, Malik.
I’ll take it from here.

Richard?

I know. I didn’t see it
coming myself.

I’m a cliché. A spy
who turned for the money.

All I can tell you is...
it is a whole lot of money.

I can’t let you take him.

Good for you.
Drop the gun, Siya.

Believe me, this guy
is not worth dying for.

Drop it.

Go! Go! Come on!

Go!

♪

♪

♪

Wujing’s here!
We gotta go now!

It was Deever. She was hit,
but she’s wearing a vest.

♪

♪

Okay. Thank you.

Nothing yet.

We issued a BOLO on all three --
Wujing, Veseli, and Deever.

But they could be anywhere
in the world by now.

What about flights
off the island?

Three private flights
left Montserrat

within an hour
of the attack.

We’re checking manifests,
but Wujing knows better

than to leave
a paper trail.

So Meera’s daughter
became an MI6 agent?

Her name is Siya.
I met her once.

After Meera was killed,
I flew to London

to pay my respects
to her family.

She couldn’t have been
older than 15.

That trip was one of
the hardest things

I’ve ever had to do
in this job.

Her husband and kids
asking what happened.

I couldn’t tell them
anything.

Well, she has to see you.

She insisted on
flying back with us.

I’d like that.

That bullet banged her up
pretty good,

so we took her over
to DC General first,

just to make sure
she’s okay.

There’s a lot of names
from the past.

Jennifer Moores,
Alban Veseli, and now Wujing.

The ministry has
a plane waiting.

We’ll be in Beijing
this time tomorrow.

Oh, we’re not going home.

Not until I find and kill
Raymond Reddington.

Reddington? Wujing,
we can’t do that alone.

We won’t have to.

I have a list of others who
will be glad to join the fight.

That’s three former Blacklisters

connected to this case.

We were notified
when Wujing escaped.

The Bureau’s got
a dozen agents on it,

but they never
picked up a trail.

Well, apparently,
he was working with Moores

to break Veseli
out of custody.

Why? Wujing is an assassin.
What’s the connection?

You’ve got to be kidding.

Guess who just
cleared security.

Hmm. Reddington.

He’s on his way down.

Ah.
The gang’s all here.

Well, not much of the gang.
More of a...coffee klatch.

Raymond, we’ve been
trying to reach you.

Yes? Well, apologies.

I’ve been...
busier than expected.

Busy? As in blowing up
former Blacklisters

at foreign consulates?

No, Donald. That didn’t take
much time at all.

But if you know about
Jennifer Moores,

then you know a serious threat
has arisen.

I didn’t reach out, Harold,
because I thought --

I hope that I could contain
the matter myself,

but now, unfortunately,
that seems unlikely.

You’re talking about Wujing.
He’s the threat.

Wujing is the weapon --
fired in my direction

as a last parting shot
by Marvin Gerard.

Marvin’s behind this?

They could have met
at Coolidge.

They were both housed
on the same cellblock.

I’m aware, but Wujing’s escape
happened after Marvin’s death.

I didn’t make the connection.

Wujing’s been asking
questions about me,

about any relationship
with the FBI.

Marvin
must have told him.

So Wujing knows about
the Task Force.

Raymond
is not your friend.

He’s the reason
you’re in here.

What do you mean?

He’s a confidential
informant.

He has an immunity deal
with the Feds.

He feeds them
criminals like you,

and he keeps his freedom.

♪

He knows whatever
Marvin told him,

but, still, that isn’t the same
as having proof, so...

He doesn’t
just want to kill you.

He wants the criminal world
to know about us.

Jennifer Moores.
Veseli.

Wujing’s approaching
Blacklisters,

criminals we sent to jail.

Some of our former targets
are now his targets.

You should increase
their security.

Because...

this is only
the beginning.

Well,
that’s all I have for you.

♪

Raymond.

Where’s Chuck?

I don’t know.

Who’s in charge
of your security?

Weecha’s not with you?

No.
Where are you living?

New York, mostly.

How did you get here?

Took the train.

What a nap.
Slept the whole way.

Where are you going?
Is there a car waiting for you?

Dembe, I’m fine.
I’ll just grab a cab.

Raymond.

What’s going on?

Nothing.

Well...
nothing and everything.

Watch your head.

She’s here.
Great.

Siya.
Please, come in.

Blindfold.
Black-out van.

You guys have more security
protocols than the White House.

We’ve had some issues.

We’re being more careful
these days.

Harold Cooper.
Siya Malik.

It’s been a while.

It has.

Sorry for that.
I wish we’d kept in touch.

It’s nice to see you.

You know, even
all these years later,

I sometimes think
of the day we met.

So do I.

But I’m guessing
we remember it differently.

How do you mean?
You may not realize it,

but you made a big impression
on the teenage me.

I’ve always been
incredibly grateful

for how you spoke to us
that day.

You couldn’t tell us anything,
but we knew.

That was as hard for you to say
as it was for us to hear.

You became an agent.
I had no idea.

And MI6.

You’re not just an agent.
You’re a spy.

You sound surprised.

I’m thinking about your father.

He must be the one
who was surprised.

And terrified.
But he’s coming around.

I don’t make a practice

of talking with him
about my day-to-day.

What made you choose
this kind of life?

Just too many secrets.

When my mother died,
you couldn’t tell me

who she worked with,
what she did,

or even how
she was killed.

I think I decided
right then and there,

I’d do whatever it took
to get in the room

where the secrets
are revealed.

And you’ve done it.

Well, not completely.
That’s why I’m here.

Maybe it wasn’t an accident,
us crossing paths like this.

It wasn’t?

Maybe it’s time for me
to finally know more

about the work
my mother did.

If it was that important,

maybe it’s time for me to
continue what she started.

Siya, that’s complicated.

Please, just hear me out.
I’m involved now, yeah?

I lost colleagues and friends
in that attack.

And Deever?
I will find him.

The secrets you spoke of

are only shared with members
of this Task Force.

I’m in the same position now
as I was back then.

You are, but I’m not. I can talk
to my superiors at SIS.

They could loan me
to your Task Force,

just until
this case is done.

Let me think about it.

I don’t know what this place is,
but something tells me

it only exists for the people
who work here.

I’ll be in touch.

♪

I hope so.

You need agents you can trust.

I’m one.

♪

Mr Deever. You have
lived up to your word.

If you give us a moment,

my associate
will transfer your money

and discuss
your next assignment.

Do I know you, friend?

My name is Wujing.

We’re not friends, Mr. Veseli.

But we do have a common enemy.

♪

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