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Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Oh, my stars.

Is that how you cope
with this insufferable humidity?

I couldn't do it.

-We had an agreement.
-We did.

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

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

What's in the box?

I've come to propose
a business transaction.

No, we have no business. The box.

Typically, I steer clear
of tin-pot dictators...

...who employ boy soldiers,
but I'm afraid this situation is unique.

Well, now you're being short-sighted.

Tell him to put the gun down.

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

You see, Yabaari...

...you didn't actually find me,
I found you.

And while your prepubescent ruffians
may not know it...

...they brought me here to strike a deal
that could benefit all of us.

What kind of deal?

A man calling himself Berlin
hired a bounty hunter...

...to find me and my associates.

That bounty worked for you.
I've since dispatched of him...

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

I want their names.

I'm willing to pay 3 million.

We do need to move quickly, though.
You have 30 seconds.

Or what?

Or you give me the names for free.

We really should act swiftly.

We really should kill you
and keep your money.

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

Yabaari, look at me.

Give me what I want, or so help me God,
I'll make it rain fire on you.

Kill him.

Funny thing, I recently acquired
three Hellfire missiles...

...at a considerable discount.

If you give me what I want,
I can still call off the other two.

-But I'll need to borrow your phone.
-I know nothing.

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

Who else has Berlin hired to hunt me?

-The Cuban, Orci.
-I've dealt with Orci. Who else?

I told you, I don't know!

Okay. It's okay. There was someone.
I can't remember his name.

They call him something.

The Prince, the Lord....

Lord Baltimore.

Fetch the water!
What are you doing?

Go, go.

He burned it?

Are you kidding me? $3 million?

-We understand he has a lead.
-Reddington has had lots of leads...

...the past two months.
HUMINT was supposed to help us...

...in our search for this.... We still don't
even know what this Berlin's real name is.

One thing we do know is that the FBI
has allowed its number four...

...to hand out 12 million in untraceable,
black-bag cash to his friends.

That money was used for local intel.
I'm confident Redding--

That money has people on the
intelligence committee asking questions.

The actions that concern you
were approved by my predecessor.

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

...and I wish him a speedy recovery,
but as interim director of this task force...

...I can assure you the situation
is under control.

I am the deputy attorney general.

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

...I talk to Reddington.

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

Reddington only talks
with Elizabeth Keen.

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

-Change your hotel?
-Hellfire missiles?

-Seriously?
-Life is far too important a thing...

...ever to talk seriously about.

Martin won't protect the task force. He
doesn't care that Berlin is still targeting us.

And without Cooper
to defend our actions--

People love to decry
Big Brother, the NSA...

...the government listening in
on their most private lives.

Yet they all willingly go online
and hand over...

...the most intimate details
of those lives to big data.

Most people don't care that Google
knows their search history.

They know more than that. They know
your habits. The banks you use.

The pills you pop.
The men or women you sleep with.

Every piece of information
is worth something to somebody.

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

-You have a lead.
-Lord Baltimore is in town.

-Lord Baltimore?
-He's a tracker by trade...

...but his methods
are thoroughly modern.

He's made an art of combing
through cyberspace...

...finding the status updates...

...financial records
and location blips...

...that virtually everyone leaves behind
in the modern age.

-And he has a new target?
-Yes.

Me.

Follow this, Lizzy.
It's our first lead.

If we find Lord Baltimore,
he may very well point us to Berlin.

Berlin has hired a skiptracer
who calls himself Lord Baltimore.

Two months, and Reddington
brings a bounty hunter?

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

Even less impressive. What does he do,
find them with a slide ruler?

No. With data analytics.

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

Lord Baltimore is an urban legend.

They say he roams the Deep Web
hunting those who don't wish to be found...

...uses algorithms to build a dossier based
on the information people give away.

He's a data miner. Aram, can you pull up
that file you showed me?

Rowan Mills. She works as a data
engineer at QuanCord Analytics.

Keen asked me to look for irregularities in
the accounts of employees at data firms.

I found several,
but this was especially odd.

A $250,000 payment
that went into Mills' IRA.

Thirty seconds later,
it shot out to an offshore account.

Yes, $250,000
was deposited into my IRA.

But as soon as I saw that, I changed
my passwords and I reported it.

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

This wasn't the first time
you were targeted?

-There was an incident in August.
-What kind of an incident?

-Someone accessed my systems.
-Looking for what?

-Bank accounts? Credit card numbers?
-Impossible to know...

...because the data we gather
has no limits.

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

Could the data that was taken
help them do that?

Yes. That's what we do.

Did you hear what she said?

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

I just feel like...

-...I don't know, someone is watching me.
-That why you're living out of your trunk?

Those motels? The aliases?

You got to stop doing that, Keen.

Tom's dead.

You talk to Dr. Friedman yet?

-Don't change the subject.
-The visits are mandatory.

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

They've assigned a shrink
to talk to us to cover their asses...

...in case one of us wigs out,
but that ain't gonna be me.

You're too healthy
to talk to a shrink?

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

Yeah.

And in my professional opinion,
I think you need to talk to Dr. Friedman.

He here?

Lord Baltimore has found Reddington.

The extraction
will take place tomorrow.

But the feds are involved now.

That complicates things.
There will be additional expenses.

What?

I said no additional expenses.

You deliver Reddington to me
within 24 hours...

...or we take another bath.

You have one new message.

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

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

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

I know where you live.

-This person calls you by name.
-I don't know. It could be anyone.

-It's as if they know you.
-What about the apartment?

Believe there might be
something missing?

You think someone's been in here?

Hey, perfect timing.
I'm gonna need you to trace a call.

Okay, great,
but I have something.

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

Security at QuanCord
confirmed her terminal was hacked...

-...from the outside.
-Any idea what was taken?

Yeah, a gajillion bytes of online data
which makes no sense.

-Why?
-Mr. Reddington's a Luddite.

No e-mail, no computer.
No digital communication of any kind.

Dembe uses disposable
flip phones for God's sakes.

Why would Berlin hire
Lord Baltimore to track him?

Unless....

You think they might be
looking for one of us?

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

-Me too.
-What number do you need me to trace?

Rowan Mills received a message
last night. I need a location.

-Out of the way.
-Clear!

Ressler.

Let's get Mills in here.
I wanna see how she reacts to this.

-What is this place?
-This way.

-So, what aren't you telling us?
-Nothing.

Your name is on the lease. We know you
use the screen handle Lord Baltimore.

-Who?
-The same data hacked...

...from your work terminal
is on the laptop we found.

You stealing data for Berlin
to find Raymond Reddington?

I don't know
any Raymond Reddington.

I have never set foot in this place
before in my life.

Hello, Harold.

Please apologize to Charlene...

...your side gate
may need a new lock.

A get-well present.

It looks so soft.

Shea butter?

Is this what I think it is?

When are you coming back to work?

I'm not.

Things are at a tipping point, Harold.

Your replacement
has the unfortunate distinction...

...of being both untrustworthy
and incompetent.

I've informed the Bureau.
It's time to be with my family.

Charlene's from the Dominican. I've
promised we'd spend more time there.

I hate sand.

-If this is some kind of threat--
-It's not a threat, Harold. It's a bribe.

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

I'm giving it to you only to underscore
the urgency of our situation.

I'm not coming back.

You need to get back on your feet.

There's no shame in being a cripple.

I'll remember you to Charlene.

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

I know about the diagnosis.

Let's get the job done.

I mean, you gotta do better than that.

It's the only possible explanation.

And this Nora.... She died?

In Mosul, seven years ago.

But if what you're saying is true...

...if all of this is real,
then it's the only explanation.

My twin sister is alive.

Nice to have you back, Mr. Howe.
Your rib eye is on its way...

...along with a complimentary
bottle of '82 Margaux.

-Thank you.
-You sure you want to take the stairs?

Doctor's orders. We'll be fine.

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

And put two more men
on detail downstairs.

You hear that?

Get down!

Let's go. Take him to the roof.

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

Unbelievable.

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

You're Mossad.

Don't tell me this is about
that dust-up in Haifa.

That "dust-up" claimed the lives
of two agents and a Turkish diplomat.

A diplomat?

-I had nothing to do with it.
-Then you have nothing to worry about.

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

I have tens of thousands of things
to worry about.

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

-And why is that?
-The person you just informed...

...of my capture is going to release me
within the hour.

Aren't we confident today?

I'm confident every day.

And I thought
we had nothing in common.

-I have no idea what that goes to.
-It was found in your apartment.

I've never set foot in that place before.

Let's talk about your sister.

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

Rowan was my first child
by three minutes.

How could you tell them apart?

Rowan was a silly-heart,
always smiling.

She was a happy child.

And Nora?

She was complicated.

She was molested
by our uncle Rick...

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

I didn't believe her, nobody did.

Everybody just went on
like nothing happened.

-Everybody but--
-Nora.

Nora had problems. She hated me,
hated our mom. She hated everybody.

After that, she was lost.

Didn't fit in.

I thought her getting that job
with that company...

...that security firm, it really was
the best thing she could do.

Nora. That girl, she was fearless.

First one in, last one out.

If the boys on my crew
had a pair like her...

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

She pressured you? How?

She wanted me to use my position at
work to try to get information on people...

...at a competing security firm.

Stuff that she could use
to get the upper hand.

And when you refused,
she hit you.

She flew out the next morning,
and three weeks later, she was killed.

Her team was tasked with
clearing hostiles out of Ad Dawr.

Lead truck got taken out by an IED.
They came under heavy insurgent fire.

We lost all four operatives that day.

-Says here her body was never recovered.
-That's true. She was taken.

-Taken?
-Well, they took her.

-And did God knows what with that girl.
-So you never recovered her body?

-I don't believe she's still alive.
-But there is a chance she is.

That's why you're releasing me,
you think she's still out there.

-Yes.
-But what if she comes after me?

-What if she comes after our mother?
-We can't hold you.

We have no probable cause.

Your younger brother Shahin was killed
in the 2009 Pishin bombing.

-In Farsi, Shahin means--
-Falcon.

-How did you know?
-I know everything about people...

...who are tasked with finding me.

Your turn. How did you do it?

You possess an affinity
for Zegna ties.

-So do millions of other men.
-Thousands, actually.

At least in the northeast corridor.

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

We couldn't help but notice
that you lean toward...

...a darker earth-tone palette,
chocolate and oxblood...

...geometric shapes,
rarely stripes.

We introduced a diblock copolymer
nanoparticle marker...

...into the brown dye
in their factory in Novara...

...which supplies all the vendors
on the Eastern Seaboard.

Effectively turning every earth-toned
Zegna tie into a homing device.

Brilliant. Just like a bloodhound.

Agent Ressler.

Sorry, Dr. Friedman, but we're
in the middle of an investigation.

You do know I could suspend you
pending assessment.

We identified the key you found
in Mills' apartment.

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

Tell Keen I went to pay
the mother another visit.

Agent Ressler.

Hey, I got something.

I got something.
Okay, so the collection algorithms...

-...that Lord Baltimore uses?
-Yeah.

I applied them to the data he hacked,
and I think I see how he does it.

It's amazing. He's using personal details
about his target's life...

...to create markers
to narrow his search.

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

...has a prescription
for Lipitor through Medco...

...downloads World War II
documentaries on Netflix, not Amazon...

...and has a digital subscription to both
The Wall Street Journal...

-...andCat Fanatic.
-He has a subscription toCat Fanatic?

No. Turns out Lord Baltimore's
not looking for Mr. Reddington.

Your suspect's been remanded
into my custody.

This references a task force.

-What task force?
-It's a matter of national security.

Perhaps next time.

Keen wants you
to take a look at these.

Ms. Navabi.

Jundallah claimed responsibility
for the bomb that killed your brother.

They had nothing to do with it.

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

Walid Abu Sitta. Disappeared
from his hotel room in Jiyeh last May.

Police are baffled.

Are they?

What the hell is going on? Martin
said you were extracted by Mossad?

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

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

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

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

Aram was able to narrow the search,
but that still leaves us...

...with over 200 potential targets.

-Naomi Hyland.
-Who? Who's Naomi Hyland?

You need to get a unit to her right now.
She's in protective custody.

-I don't understand. How do you know--
-Listen, Lizzy.

Berlin is coming for this woman.

-You have to move now.
-Why? Who the hell is Naomi Hyland?

She was my wife.

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

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

-You're an atheist.
-You can be an atheist...

...and believe in a higher power.
For me, that power is shopping.

-Yeah, my credit card bills prove that.
-You know what I believe in?

-Naomi.
-I'll drink to that.

-I think we need more wine.
-Yes, please.

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

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

What's going on?

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

U.S. marshals. Everyone stay calm.

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

-Naomi!
-Mrs. Hyland...

...I need you to come with me now.
We have a credible threat.

He's back, isn't he?

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

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

I'm not here to hurt you.

Just relax.

I want you to hear this.

Take your time.

You're okay.

You know who you are...

...who I am.

You shouldn't be here.

You can't come here like this.

No! No! No! You--

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

You need a warrant. My daughter,
she told me not to let anyone back here.

No! If she finds out--

Oh, my God! No, no.

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

...but you know, don't you?

You remember.

How long was I gone?

Keen, I just found Nora Mills' body.

I don't know, either Rowan
is the greatest liar in the world...

...or some kind of split happened.
Give me a call back.

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

You think I'm gonna run?
Just walk away and start over again?

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

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

-Nobody said anything about cops.
-It's fine.

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

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

Do your damn job.

Move on my signal.

I had a life, you know?

My daughter had a life
with a house and a dog.

And then I woke up one day....

You can't imagine what it's like to have
a man like Raymond Reddington...

...turn your life upside down.

They accused me of being a part of it.

Somehow, I was a suspect.

Put my life under a microscope...

...every call, every charge.

My assets were....

I finally convinced them I was innocent.

They said I had to go.

Give up everything.

I remember it was
a Wednesday afternoon.

My daughter wasn't even
out of school yet.

And by Thursday, we were
in Philadelphia, fending for ourselves.

We need to talk to your wife.

You're gonna have to tell him.

We can be ready in 20 minutes.

Okay, I'll let them know.

Get down. Shots fired!

I need backup!

What are you doing?

Dembe, put him on.
I found Lord Baltimore.

Hello...

...Mrs. Reddington.

-Where is she?
-I've already told you.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-You are Lord Baltimore.

You were paid by a man who calls
himself Berlin to extract Naomi Hyland.

I need to know,
where was she taken?

I'm gonna ask you again.
Naomi Hyland.

I don't know why you're talking to me.
Nora put this together.

A woman's life is in jeopardy here.

I need Nora to tell me where she is.

-Then find her. Ask Nora!
-I am asking her!

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

...this is the perfect setup.

One personality
hiding behind the other...

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

That's not exactly how it works.

-Rowan passed the lie detector test.
-Because Rowan's unaware of Nora.

Nora's unaware of Rowan.

That's how dissociative
identity disorder works.

The two can't conspire.

Well, then we're screwed because
we have Rowan and we need Nora.

What we need to do
is identify the trigger.

The image, sound, memory
that flips her switch.

Of course. It's him.

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

What are you,
some kind of handler?

I'm nobody.

-She runs everything.
-With your help.

You're manipulating her.

You're looking at a life in prison.

Cooperate and maybe
we can make a deal.

Tell me about her trigger.

You know...

...I think you were right.

I think Nora survived
that incident in Mosul.

I think she escaped,
came home and killed Rowan.

That's impossible.

Nora killed Rowan
because she envied her.

She wanted to become her.

She wanted to be the good sister, the
sister who didn't get abused by her uncle.

You're lying.

Nobody murdered Rowan. I'm Rowan.

No. Rowan is dead.

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

That's what caused the split,
the trauma and guilt.

No. I-- I'm Rowan Mills.

It was playing that night, wasn't it?

Do you remember
how it felt that night?

Do you remember
what you were feeling, Nora...

...when you killed your sister?

It's over, Nora.

Marcus cut a deal.

Tell me where you took
Naomi Hyland.

-We got here too late.
-Describe the scene.

It's bloody.

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

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

-What? Why?
-Because he didn't survive.

He was left alive to deliver a message,
and it won't be to you, it's for me.

Wait, wait, wait.

The man with one hand,
what did he instruct you to say?

The Bluejay, on Benning Road.

Number 604.

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

You have to listen to me.
Reddington, I haven't--

I haven't seen him in 20 years.

I need you to lay down.

No, please. Please, I'm begging you.

-I can't help you.
-I don't want your help!

It's nice.

Hold still.

You should let me go in first.

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

A win's a win.

Lord Baltimore's off the street.
Did I hear right?

Was Reddington detained
by some Mossad agent?

Yeah. Apparently, Martin
had to negotiate his release.

Well, any agent who can track down
Reddington, I'm buying them a beer.

Congratulations. I heard you captured
the man you were after.

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

Agent Ressler.

I will recommend you for suspension.

I don't mean to be a prick here, but I'm
not sure what you think you're gonna fix.

-Yeah, I'm not sure either, until we talk.
-About what?

Those agents who died today?
About the fact that we lost a woman...

...that we were supposed to protect?
How do I feel about that?

I feel like crap.

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

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

Yeah.

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

Elizabeth, the judge signed it.

May be of little solace, but he granted
your application for the annulment.

As far as the District of Columbia
is concerned...

...you were never married
to Thomas Keen.

It's none of my business,
but I noticed you're keeping his name.

My husband...

...was an imposter, a fake.

Keen was never his name.

What now?

Hey, why are you all smiles?

Guess who's no longer
interim director.

What? Martin, he's gone?

Well, who do we answer to now?

That would be me.

What are you waiting on, Agent Keen?

Tell me where are we with Berlin.

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

Raymond.

You want me to open it?

No, I got it.

Mr. Reddington, I presume.

-Where is she?
-Oh, here and there, out and about.

You know women.

I can only imagine how dearly
you must be missing her...

...after all these years, huh?

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

You see,
I'm gonna do to your wife...

...what you did to my daughter.

I'm gonna send her back to you...

...piece by piece...

...by piece.