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Get out.

Through the door, up the stairs.
She's waiting.

Hello?

Hello?

Where is she? Please, I'm begging you.

Help, Daddy!

- Oh, my God...
- That's far enough.

Zoe, are you okay?

- Please, let her down.
- You brought the business manager?

Yes, she has the laptop,
just like you said.

Did you know, Susan,
that the richest 26 people on earth

have as much wealth
as the poorest 3.8 billion?

I find your boss' wealth
to be an act of immorality,

so my friends and I are going
to redistribute it in small amounts,

to those who need it more.

I will give you whatever you want,
if you'd just, please, let Zoe down.

Sitting in a Fidelity savings
and trust account

is an $8. 6 million bonus
that Jacob was given for stopping

the attempted unionization
of his employees.

I want it.

You... Wait, hang on, Susan.

- Can we talk about this?
- Wrong answer.

Okay, okay, okay, just stop!

- You have my routing number, Susan?
- Fine.

It's done. Now, just let her go.

Not quite.

Your firm has 36 million
at First Brooklyn Savings Bank.

It's the surplus
from your corporate tax cut.

Money your board of directors intends
to use to buy back stocks

and boost profits
at the expense of workers.

I want it.

No, I can't do that.
I don't have authorization...

- Susan does.
- If we can talk about this...

No, stop, stop. I just... I said, stop!

Daddy, please.

Okay, fine.

- Please, please, please.
- Thank you, both.

These assets will be redistributed
in a thoughtful manner to those in need.

Zoe, thank you.

Jacob, you can have
your daughter back.

Ted King? Donald Ressler, FBI.
I was hoping to have a word

- with you and your wife.
- Is something wrong?

Just a few questions. May I come in?
Is your wife at home?

My wife had been sick for some time.

Cancer.

By the time the doctors found it,
it was too late.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

No need to be sorry.
We had a good life, Virginia and I.

I'm here to ask you about Katarina.

- Who?
- Your stepdaughter, Katarina Rostova.

I don't know who that is.

Mr. King, if you expect me
to believe that you don't know...

I don't care what you believe.

If my wife had a daughter,
I think I'd know.

What is this anyway? Why are you here?

We believe that your wife's daughter
from a previous marriage may be able

to help us identify
and capture the number one

on our Most Wanted list,
Raymond Reddington.

Now...

about Katarina...

I'm sorry you came all this way,
but I don't know who this is.

If my wife had a child

from a previous relationship,

she never told me.

I hope you find this character
you're looking for, I do.

But I'm afraid I can't help you.

Please, come in.

- This is a first.
- I have a lead.

You answering the door.

- The Third Estate.
- Where's Dembe?

I know why they procured
the surveillance equipment.

To help them breach security systems
favored by the aristocracy.

- Are you listening?
- In the six years I've known you,

I can count, on one hand,
the times I've seen you without Dembe.

So, yeah, I'm listening,
for an answer to my question.

Dembe and I are having a bit
of a disagreement over methodology.

- He thinks I'm being heavy-handed.
- About what?

Finding the person
who turned me into the police.

He's been unusually oppositional.

I suggested he take some time

to more thoroughly reflect
on my way of thinking.

Which is?

A top adviser to the president

is orchestrating a plot
against your country.

She's engaged The Third Estate
to help her. Why?

And who are they?

During the French Revolution,
they were the 99 percent.

Their goal was to behead the 1 percent,

in order to create a more perfect union.
Sound familiar?

Our 99 percent wants to soak the rich,
not kill them.

Tell that to the billionaires whose children
The Third Estate has abducted

from their homes.

- The surveillance equipment.
- Five abductions in the past 18 months.

Ransomed for hundreds
of millions of dollars.

That's terrible, but I seriously doubt
kidnapping rich kids

is the plot against America
Anna McMahon is orchestrating.

Or perhaps it's a way to finance
something more diabolical.

Either way, it's a symptom
of where the world is right now.

The rage of the many against the few.

Like the rage you have
against the person who turned you in.

- Both are indomitable.
- Anna McMahon oversees all our cases.

So if we bring this to her,
she's gonna know we're going after her.

Won't that be perfectly awkward.

I almost wish I could be there
to see the expression on her face

when she finds out.

- The Third Estate?
- You've heard of them?

I think they were mentioned
in an intel briefing.

Domestic political agitators?

- Small potatoes.
- Reddington says

they've kidnapped the children
of some of the wealthiest

- in the country.
- Zoe Mercer, Oliver Page,

Matt Ford, Mia Walker, and Des Foy:

scions of oil, real estate,
pharmaceuticals and finance.

These are high-profile scions
from high-profile families.

If they've been abducted,
why didn't we know?

They threatened to kill them
if they told anyone.

- They paid in private.
- And the children?

- Were they safely returned?
- Four were, after their parents paid

- nearly $300 million.
- And the fifth?

- Des Foy was taken two days ago.
- Unlike the others, they refused

to make the secret settlement
and went straight to the NYPD.

Aram, talk to the department,
tell them we will assist.

Keen, Ressler, talk to the Foys.

I want options on how to get
their son back, and I want them fast.

- So much for "small potatoes."
- Why'd he bring you this case?

I don't know or care.
A life hangs in the balance.

- That's reason enough for me.
- He has a reason.

I've read your case files,
he always has a reason.

Yes, or a target.

Your son tells me
you hate going into the city.

But tomorrow,
you're gonna cross the river

and see how the other half lives.

There's a bus station
at 136th and Lincoln.

Be there at 11 a.m.
Come alone or your son dies.

How long ago did he call?

- I'm not paying, not one penny.
- About an hour. Don't listen to him.

We'll pay.

If you do the ransom drop,
we can use your money to lure them in.

Five kids have been taken.
You know why they keep doing it?

Because it works. If we give in,
someone else's kid will be next.

- I don't care, I want my son.
- I am not capitulating to terrorists.

Negotiation isn't capitulation.
The longer you string them along,

the more opportunities we'll have
to locate your son.

You have every right to be angry,
and when you're angry,

it's difficult to trust people,
but you can trust us.

Our only interest is Des' safety.

I'm not paying the ransom, but...

if you think it'll help get him back,

I will be on that bench tomorrow.

Nahim tells me you rented out
his entire restaurant for Ramadan.

I wanted to sponsor a few iftars
for the community.

You know I appreciate
all your contributions.

You basically built our new tea room.

But I wish I saw less of your checks
and more of you.

You look troubled.

I've lived by blind faith,
even when I don't like what I see.

I'm not sure I can do that anymore.

Foys are playing ball.

- I've already alerted a TAC unit.
- Surveillance vans with audio feeds

are prepped and ready to go.
Mr. Foy will be wearing a tracker.

Aren't we gonna need
Mother Superior's okay?

I think where she's concerned,
we'll go with seeking forgiveness

rather than asking permission.

It's under control.

- They suspect you.
- Which is why I'm here,

so it never amounts to more
than suspicion.

Need I remind you what's at stake?

Sure, because I'm gonna forget
that the country hangs in the balance.

- Failure's unacceptable.
- So is having no sense of humor.

Why don't you take care of your problem
and I'll take care of mine.

My word is my bond.

And before I break my word,
I will give my life.

And you have given your word
to your employer.

My bond with him extends
through this life and into the next.

But it brings you no peace.

It has required compromise, lies

and killing.

Seemingly, without end.

The first principles of sharia is
the preservation of human life.

Has your work with him saved
the lives of innocents?

It did.

Now I'm not so sure.

Perhaps this question is not
about your employer,

but about you.

Perhaps you've begun to wonder,
is there more to life than protecting him?

And my bond?

There are many jihads in this world.

But the hardest jihad you will ever fight
is the one with yourself.

It is our prophet's ideal...
Peace be on him.

...to fulfill your oath.

But not at the expense of your soul
or finding your true intention in life.

Is it self-glory

or in defense of a higher cause?

If it is the latter,

then you must always guard
the purity of your intention

against corruption by shaitan.

Relax, we've got eyes all around,
we'll bring your son home.

I'm still not giving him my money,
so your plan better work.

- Aram, you good?
- Cell is up, I got him pinned.

HRT is standing by.

Mr. Foy, just do what they say.
We'll make our approach

when we know
both you and Des are safe.

- Aram, heads up.
- Okay, here we go.

Guys, that's not his cell.

- There's a phone. What should I do?
- Answer it.

- Hello?
- You have the routing number?

- Yes.
- Aram, talk to me.

Tell me you can pull that audio.

No, but I'll try and triangulate that signal.

- I'm working on it.
- Take your cell phone

and drop it in the trash.

Across the street is a coffee shop.
Go inside.

He dumped his cell. Asset is
on the move, headed south on Fordham.

- Aram...
- I'm working on it.

Mr. Foy, we can't hear that cell,
but we're right here with you.

There is a young woman
sitting near the window.

- She has something for you.
- We got a problem.

This signal is bouncing from mirror site
to mirror site, and I can't seem to...

- What happened?
- Lost signal.

Caller hung up.

They're operating Foy.
Someone's got eyes.

I'm guessing
they got a spotter out here.

See if you can pull him up
on our recon feeds. Get a visual.

Mr. Foy, be careful.

We're dealing with a team here.

Aram, let me know
if you get a visual and a location.

- Working on that.
- They're directing me to a car.

- Do I get in?
- What car? Where?

Black Mercedes, out back, I think.

- There!
- Yes, we got your spotter.

Hotel rooftop, 137th and Ryder.

- Yes.
- Who are you talking to, Mr. Foy?

- What? No one.
- You bring friends?

Some sort of K & R team
that you think could help?

No, wait. Now, you listen to me.

That was a mistake, David.

Hey!

Whoever you are, I'm gonna use
every dollar I have to hunt you down.

Agent Ressler,
black G-Wagen headed your way.

The spotter is packing up,
headed for the fire escape

on the east side of the building.

You assured me.

- Mr. Foy, calm down.
- Don't tell me to calm down.

You don't tell me anything.
I should never have listened to you.

We're doing everything in our power...

- How do you wanna handle this?
- Give me that.

- Hello? It's me, I'm here.
- No, please.

Call my dad. He's rich. He'll pay.

I gave you instructions,
you disobeyed them.

So we're done.

Please, no.

There's gotta be a clue
in here somewhere.

Their wardrobe, those masks.

- Why those masks?
- I feel like we're responsible

- for what happened.
- They look like death masks.

If we hadn't lost the father,
if I'd found that spotter,

- we could've found where they were...
- Des Foy is dead

because his father refused
to pay the ransom. That's on him.

If we don't catch these guys
and someone else dies, that's on us.

That's it.

- What's it?
- The rack.

- What about the rack?
- That's our lead.

- A torture device from the 18th century?
- Antique weapons,

the rare and the macabre,
do you know who trades in them?

Oh, my, yes.

I know just the person. Marie Mortel.

Thumbscrews, Iron Spiders,
the occasional Judas Cradle.

- What's your fancy?
- I'm texting you a picture of the rack

used by the kidnappers.

Can you send it to her
and tell us what she knows?

Gladly, I've been meaning
to pay her a visit.

Judas Cradle, people use this?

Yes, often quite voluntarily.

Dembe.

How are we?

I'm a student conforming
to your teachings.

Some of which I like,
some of which I don't.

I don't expect you to like it all.

And you can leave at any time.

But if you stay, I need to know
I can count on you.

My word is my bond.

Yes.

Good.

I want you to set a meeting
with Maxwell Ruddiger.

Very few people knew I was in New York
on the day I was arrested.

He was one. He was there.

So, please, call Ruddiger.

What do you plan to do with him?

I have no plan, one way or another.

The hood worn by the executioner
who beheaded Anne Boleyn.

Your basic enema pump.

Skull crusher.

Judas Cradle, of course.

The pistol used in the attempted
assassination of Bismarck in 1866.

Oh, my goodness, a Holy Nail.

One of 30 in existence.

Discovered at the base
of the True Cross and placed

in the Basilica of the Holy Sepulchre
in Jerusalem.

Marie, you've outdone yourself.

I'm not the one who beat death
by lethal injection.

Is it too much to ask, you've brought me
one of those syringes?

I didn't,
but whatever object does lay me low,

I'd be honored if it ended up here.

So, what brings you?
Are you buying or selling?

I'm wondering
if you can help us locate this,

an ancient device
resurrected to inflict contemporary pain.

Constitutio Criminalis Theresiana,
the criminal code of Maria Theresia,

archduchess of Austria.

Promulgated in 1768
to unify criminal law throughout Europe.

- The rack is part of a legal code?
- A key part: judicial torture.

That is a rare piece.
It belongs in my collection.

Help us find it
and I'll make sure that happens.

I'll ask around. If it's authentic,
I'll find its provenance.

But enough shop talk,
I have to show you a saber

Genghis Khan used
to kill hordes of hordes.

Forgive the pun, but it's to die for.

I've been thinking a lot
about our last conversation.

I appreciate you calling.
You said you remembered something.

I'm afraid I wasn't completely up front
with you before.

About what?

I met Virginia in 1998.

The love of my life.

I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her.

She told me she was from St. Petersburg,

that she'd split
with her husband in her forties.

Came to America to start over
and spent the rest of her life here.

That was that,
until about eight years ago.

I found a photograph between the pages
of a book in the bedroom.

She said that it was the only photo
she had of her daughter.

That they'd had a falling out

and that she hoped
that they would reconnect

at some point.

They were in touch?

No, I don't think so.

- But they could have been.
- Virginia didn't talk about it.

She said it was too painful,

that the falling out
that they'd had was her greatest regret.

- I see.
- Near the end,

Virginia wrote her a letter.

I don't know if she wrote any other letters.

But by that time,

she was in hospice,

so she asked me to mail it.

It was her way of clearing the air,
I guess.

Get some closure before she...

Well, anyway,

she gave me the address and I mailed it.

- Mailed it where?
- Post office box, upstate New York.

- Do you remember the address?
- This girl, Virginia's daughter,

Katarina Rostova you call her,

I looked her up.

They say she's some kind
of Russian spy.

Yes, she was a Russian spy.

I'm sorry, give me a minute.

- Yeah.
- Remember the getaway car?

- Black Mercedes?
- I remember.

Aram uncovered a suspicious
vehicle report filed 48 hours ago.

Black Mercedes G-Wagen, no plates.

- Who filed it?
- Della Whitmore,

the pharmaceutical heiress.

She spotted the car loitering
outside her mansion.

- Does she have kids?
- A 22-year-old son.

Text me the address.

Sorry, my apologies, Mr. King.

Your wife, we believe she may have been
running from someone or something.

If that's true...

then I really didn't know her.

Mrs. Whitmore, I need you
to tell us exactly what they said.

They said that they would call us back
with demands,

and that they'd kill him
if we didn't do as instructed.

- You called the police?
- They told us not to.

This is a terrible situation,

but I have to tell you
that the last person whose son was taken

refused to pay the ransom
and his son was killed.

They're all too well aware of that.
How are you holding up, Dell?

You okay?

- You know each other.
- Marcus.

These are the agents
I was telling you about.

My son is dead because of them.

Please, I'm begging you,

do not listen to a word they say to you.

Excuse me,
we're looking for Noel Gerrick.

Here he comes.

And there he goes.

Wouldn't a racetrack
be better suited for this?

He used to come here
all the time as a kid.

When he made his first billion,
he bought the park. He loves this place.

- I'm Steve Holman, and you are?
- Bored to tears.

Why is it that men your age feel
the need to compensate

for an increasingly flaccid penis?

It's only natural.

So is cholera.

I do hope you're not
the poor man's girlfriend.

Don't be perverse.
I'm much too old to be his girlfriend.

- I'm his daughter.
- Well, aren't you being a good sport.

You shouldn't go out there.

Men my age don't compensate,
we do what we want.

Youth compensates.

With disrespect and poor taste.

- Mister, you gotta move.
- Let's say he's doing about 100,

the stopping distance will be
around 600 feet.

A flaccid old man could
never think that fast.

Perhaps your father has a bit more pep
in his step than you think.

Are you trying to get yourself killed?
What the...?

Scoot over, Noel, I'm driving.

Just to be clear,
you want us to pay the ransom.

Absolutely, these are kidnappers,
not killers.

- They killed my son.
- I'm sorry, yes.

And they will pay dearly for that,
but what I'm trying to say is,

everyone who has paid the ransom
has gotten their child back.

And given these killers
the incentive to take another child.

Your payment should lead us to them
before they can take anyone else.

Excuse me.

- This is Agent Ressler.
- Hi, this is Jake Lee

over at the Postbox Elite in Wilmington.

Got a message the FBI was interested
in some security footage?

That's right. We're looking for a person
who picked up a letter from Box 642

- in the first week of February.
- This is a terribly difficult decision.

- Actually, it's not.
- Finally, we agree on something.

Could Marcus and I have a moment?

Of course. Take your time.

Thank you.

- Everything okay?
- I was about to ask the same.

Yeah, just tracking a letter
I was expecting. All's good.

The hell is wrong with you?
Stop the car. Let me out.

I suspect you have
an interest in history, Noel.

Did you know,
before her date with the guillotine,

Marie Antoinette had a chance
to escape from France?

But she just couldn't bear
to travel like a commoner.

She insisted on a rosewood carriage,
lined in ivory, large enough for herself,

three chambermaids,
four footmen, and all their luggage.

The finished product was so decadent,

you could only go two miles per hour
before breaking down altogether.

Just imagine
if this had been her getaway car.

She could've settled in London
and eaten cake for the next 50 years.

Good golly, I haven't moved this fast
since my first date with Jen Parsons

at the roller rink.

If we can maybe just pull over,
talk outside the car.

Constitutio Criminalis Theresiana,

the criminal code
that sanctioned Marie's beheading

as well as judicial torture.

The rack was
a particularly gruesome tool

in the Ancien Régime's torture kit.

I understand
you purchased one at auction.

I like legal history,
how laws were enforced.

A rather peculiar hobby
I'd love to hear more about,

but as I'm pressed for time,
let's focus on the rack.

- Who did you sell it to?
- Nobody.

- Is this vinyl?
- It's premium vinyl.

- Good, the blood will wipe right off.
- Watch where you're going.

- A name.
- I didn't sell it.

I'm not a dealer, I'm a collector.

Where's your collection?

- That's your decision?
- It's the right thing to do.

- For who? Not your son.
- We sent two children to war.

In Iraq and Afghanistan,
that wasn't good for them either.

- It was the right thing to do.
- Trust me, it's not the same thing.

No, it's not.

In a war, the enemy is hard to defeat.

If you do your job,
then this enemy, whoever they are,

should be easy to defeat.

Do your job.

And then we can do the right thing

and save our son.

- Anything?
- An address.

Aram, hey. What do we know?

Exposed on all sides.

Poor sight lines on our end,
no easy point of entry.

- Unsubs?
- Spotters count six, could be double.

- No way to tell.
- Could you get us cameras inside?

My team can snake a borescope
down 300 feet of sewer line

to the kitchen sink, but I can't do it here.

- Not while remaining unseen.
- What about their cameras?

Whose cameras?

Well, it appears
they have IR bullet cams here,

here and here, which means
it's likely they have internal surveillance.

- What are you getting at?
- Get me up to the building's trunk line,

there's a chance
I could splice into the multiplexer,

- get you access to their feeds.
- Who is this guy again?

Oh, I'm so sorry, Agent Mojtabai,
and you're very commanding, sir.

- Thank you.
- Say we try to do this,

even if you could splice into those feeds,

how do you suggest we do it
without tipping them off?

Hi, Navid from InstaCable.

I got an install across the street.
Their gang supply is mounted

on your building.
Mind letting me access the cable box?

Sorry, it's not a good time.

I gotta access that gang supply.

- I didn't order cable.
- Maybe you don't understand.

If I call out a bucket truck,

they'll see you're bypassing
the terminal block screw and fine you.

It's not to code.

- All right, whatever, lady, your problem.
- Hold on, just...

What exactly do you need us to do?

- Hey, it's me. I think we got a situation.
- What kind of situation?

There was some guy here at the track,
asking my dad questions.

Navid, why don't you come with me.

- Okay, just hold on a second.
- Now.

Look...

Whatever you think this is...

Hey.

You're a...

What, like a... Like a guard?

Tell me if the...
The Whitmore boy, Tyler, is he here?

Is he safe?

If you let me talk to whoever's in charge,
I can help you.

You have my wallet, my cell phone,
so you know that I'm an FBI agent.

I need to speak to whoever's in charge.
Please. You hear me?

Hey. Hey, listen to me.
Listen, I'm trying to help you.

You need to get whoever's in charge
and tell them that the FBI

is gonna call that phone, right there,
any minute now.

They'll try to make contact,
and when they do, you need to answer.

Do you hear me? Come on.

You need to answer that phone.

Talk to me.

HRT's on the line
with one of the kidnappers.

Aram and the Whitmore kid.
Have we confirmed they're unharmed?

No, they're thinking about breaching,
but they don't know the layout,

how many people are inside
or how heavily armed.

I can't do that, not unless
you give me something in return.

This is Deputy Director
Harold Cooper, FBI.

I'll hang up,
and you'll call me back on FaceTime.

And when you do,

I wanna see the hostages,
make sure they're all right.

We have nothing to discuss
until that happens.

You think that was the best way
to handle it?

No, I think it was the only way.

Agent Mojtabai.

Sir, am I glad to see you.

- Are you hurt?
- I'm fine.

- The other hostage?
- We haven't hurt anyone.

Who am I speaking with?

It'll stay that way
unless you do something stupid.

We're not going to storm in.
We're just gonna talk, you and me.

There's gotta be a way out of this.
Help me figure out what it is.

Now, tell me, what is your name?

He saw my face, he can identify me.

I think being identified is the least
of our concerns right now.

You have to let Tyler Whitmore go.

Not me, you can keep me here,
but the boy needs to be set free.

If you don't, they'll swarm this building.

It'll be a show of force unlike anything
that you've ever seen before.

You don't have to let me go,
I can be your hostage.

Me, I can be your hostage.
But he's gotta walk.

He's gotta walk.

Try that again,
see if I don't pull the trigger.

- Let me help you...
- Shut up!

I saw what you did to Des Foy.

I watched him die.

And I saw what it did to his parents. I'm...
I'm begging you, please.

Come on.

Don't do that.

Just...

Let Tyler Whitmore go.

Commander,
is HRT prepared to breach or not?

- We are. Just waiting on the go order.
- Which you do not have.

- If we go in, the hostages will die.
- You don't know that.

I know they'll have no incentive
to keep them alive.

- If we keep negotiating, they do.
- You've been negotiating

for an hour,
what do you have to show for it?

Absolutely nothing
because there is nothing to negotiate.

We're not letting them go,
they're not giving the hostages up.

- You have to trust the process.
- No, actually, I don't.

You have operational command
of the task force,

but in the field,
I won't take orders from you.

You're not. You're taking orders from her.

Della Whitmore bundled 32 million
for the midterms,

re-electing the chairman of
the Senate Armed Services Committee.

The chairman will do anything for her.

Including rolling tanks
on that warehouse,

if that's what it takes to free her son.

Either you send in HRT,
or he sends in the National Guard.

You should know,
we've decided not to release Whitmore.

No point spending the rest
of our lives in prison, we're gonna fight.

- Don't.
- I'm not going to prison.

Here's what you'll do.

You're gonna tell me where Tyler is

and you're gonna help me
get him out of this building.

- Where is he?
- I'm right here.

Des.

You're alive?

- I thought...
- You thought we were the victims

of The Third Estate?

We are The Third Estate.

Des, talk to me about the ransom money.

I need to know where it was sent.
I need a name.

All your friends are going to jail.

If you cooperate, we can help you.

The money.

I think you kicked it upstairs
to the head of The Third Estate.

Who is he?

His lawyer is here.

I'm not talking to any lawyers.

I understand you're angry.

Angry at your father.

My guess is you knew
he was never gonna pay that ransom

and that you felt like he didn't care
if you came home or not.

For what it's worth, I did.

I wanted to see you get back home
to your family...

and I'm sorry your friend Tyler didn't.

He's dead?

I'm sorry.

Des, we need your help.

Talk to us about
who runs The Third Estate.

I took the liberty.

Who are you? What do you want?

Anna McMahon.

- I don't know who that is.
- Oh, you're too modest.

You are The Third Estate.

You got trust-fund babies
to go on a kidnapping spree

and you kicked the ransom money
to one of the most powerful figures

in the United States government.

I wanna know why.

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

Refresh your memory?

No.

How about now?

Please stop.

Last chance.

Anna McMahon.

You can spill your guts or your brains,
I'm good either way.

There's no connection?

If there was, he would've told me.

Anna McMahon isn't working
with The Third Estate.

It doesn't appear so.

But Olivia Olson's files,
McMahon turned all of them

over to Main Justice
except the file on The Third Estate.

Why would she do that
if they weren't working together?

I knew they'd check to see
if I withheld anything.

- So I did.
- You held their file from Main Justice

because you wanted to put
The Third Estate on the FBI's radar?

The FBI now knows about an organization
hell-bent on domestic terrorism,

on taking down the rich and powerful.

- So when we put our plan into effect...
- Like I said, it's under control.

All we know for sure, Harold,
is that Anna McMahon

is a much worthier adversary
than we thought.

A fact which, much to my dismay,
I find oddly arousing.

Maybe it's the red hair.

We have a problem.

Reddington told me
you two had a falling out.

We did.

Over our problem.

- Our secret, yours and mine.
- He can't know who turned him in.

He won't stop looking.

So? He looks.

- It's a puzzle he can't solve, so what?
- Ruddiger.

Maxwell Ruddiger, what about him?

He was in New York
the day you turned in Raymond.

So?

I've set an appointment for him
to meet with Raymond.

Ruddiger is a friend.

Maybe, maybe not.

You think he'd do something
to Ruddiger?

To set an example for anyone
who knows the identity of the person

who turned him in to come forward.

Is that what you're gonna do?
Come forward?

I'm coming forward to you.

You must tell him, Elizabeth,
because if you don't, I will.

Ruddiger?

An appointment has been set.

Excellent.

A silver lining at the end
of a grimly overcast day.

I was wrong about Anna McMahon.

We're no closer to identifying her plot
than we were yesterday.

But Ruddiger,
I have a good feeling about him.

Jake Lee?

- That's right.
- Donald Ressler.

We spoke about Box 642?

Sure, I looked into the security footage
like you asked.

The drives cycle out after 90 days,
but I took a look,

and Box 642 was accessed
only once in that time.

February, like you said, 13th.
I printed the best image I could.

I don't understand,
the letter was sent to a woman.

The box is registered to a Tracy Ivers,

- but that's the guy who picked it up.
- Do you know him?

Can't say I do. Phone's disconnected,
the account's paid by money order.

But anyone with a key
can obviously open the box.

He in some kind of trouble?
What did he do?

Wish I knew more.

I asked everyone here,
we got no idea who he is.

- How about we start with that hard drive?
- Sure.