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Hey, Hatcher.

Coroner's finished with
the scatter at the tree line.

Probably got another seven
or eight down there.

So they're released?

Yep. All yours.

The feds say we're clear.
Start bringing the victims up.

Take a team to the tree line

and start moving 'em
to the morgue.

Here's the next one,
Hatcher.

Hello, Mr. Geller.

Hey.
Hello.

You must be Crystal.

One and only.

You look different
than your profile picture.

You look the same.

Better.

Please.
Why don't you come in.

I don't understand.
Over the phone, you said ‐‐

I know what I said.
If you're a cop ‐‐

Please, I didn't ask you here
for sex.

Not like you think.

It's something different.

I'm leaving.

Angela, sit down.

How do you know
my real name?

Who are you?

I'm someone who knows
more about you

than you might want
to believe.

I know about your father.

I know about the medical debt,
the collectors.

I said who are you?

Angela,
there is something

that I would like
to tell you.

Something very special

that might just
change your life.

Would you like
to hear about it?

Already looked there.

There, too.

You do know I'm a private
investigator.

You were made.

Ilya obviously knew
you were watching him.

Maybe that
wouldn't have happened

if you'd been honest
about why you hired me.

I was honest.

I hired you to find Koslov
so I could question him.

Does this look like a man
who's running from questions?

He's running for his life.

Now, why would he do that?

They came here
to the mosque,

said that some of our members
are communicating

with Syrian jihadists.

The FBI came?

Counterterrorism
division.

They wouldn't tell me
what they know.

Maybe they'll tell you.

He knows about
the Task Force.

Does he?

I wouldn't be
much of a shepherd

if I didn't know the hearts
and minds of my flock.

Excuse me.

I'll see what I can do.

Is it done?

My job is to find people,

not to keep them
from being found.

Is it done?
It is.

Wherever Koslov went,
she's never gonna find him.

Good.

Imam Asmal is grateful
for the help.

We both are.

Elizabeth knows
I'm not Ilya.

I wonder
what else she knows.

Perhaps you should ask her.

She's waiting in the park.

You have a case.

From my days
in the Mobile Psych Unit.

I'd like to dig into it.

If it's important to you,
then it's important to me.

You're sure you don't mind?

Of course not.

That's what's so nice
about us finally being

on the same side of things,
same agenda.

No subterfuge.

What you want, I want.

And you're okay with my
involving the team.

I am.
In fact, I insist.

Idle hands and all that.

But I would like you to look
into something for me.

Of course.

It's about Dembe's...
imam.

Is there something wrong?
I don't know yet.

That's what
I need to find out.

But first,
tell me about this

cold case of yours.

They called him
the Boneyard Killer.

His first victim was found
just outside Rehoboth Beach

when local police exhumed a body
for autopsy.

What they found was a second
body buried in that same grave.

A young woman
four feet below the surface,

resting just above
a freshly buried coffin ‐‐

murdered and hidden

in the last place
anyone would ever look for her.

Since then, three women
have been discovered this way

in graveyards in Virginia
and West Virginia.

He was using the cemeteries
as dumpsites.

Anything significant about
the graves that were chosen?

‐They were fresh. Easy to dig.
‐And the victims?

All young women
with a history of sex work.

Okay, this is,
uh, terrible,

but sex workers are
like 20 times more likely

to be targeted
by serial killers.

True, but none of his victims
were sexually assaulted,

no sign of defensive wounds,

no pre‐ or postmortem
mutilation.

But the way he killed them ‐‐

we found dirt in their airways.

They were alive
when he buried them.

Alive, yes.

And unconscious.

Pumped so full
of sodium thiopental,

- they'd never wake up.
- I don't understand.

He drugged them so they'd die
in their sleep?

Why would he do that?
‐He didn't want them to suffer.

The case went cold
until a week ago,

when flash floods hit
Montgomery

and upended a few graves
at Greenfare Cemetery,

including one
unidentified body

that wasn't
supposed to be there.

Initial forensics suggest
she was sedated

and buried alive
just like the others.

Has the Bureau reached out
to you?

No, and they're
not going to.

They asked me
to leave the case.

They said my profile
wasn't... additive.

So this is your cold case.
Yes.

What do you mean they thought
your profile wasn't "additive"?

I don't think
he wants to kill.

I think he's mimicking
these profiles

in order to hide
some other agenda.

What, I don't know,

but I think he finds
satisfaction

in something other than the act
of the crime itself.

Whatever his motive,

these bodies were found
by chance,

and we can't wait
for another.

Talk to the M.E.
See what he knows.

Let's hope this newest tragedy
will help you find this guy.

Uh, sir, can I ask
for another favor?

Reddington says that
counterterrorism

is sniffing around
Dembe's imam.

He wants to know
what they found.

What were they
looking for?

Syrian jihadists.

Some of the congregants may be
involved with Tahrir al‐Sham.

But Dembe thinks
that's impossible.

I'll make a few calls.

Ilya Koslov is out there
somewhere,

and I have no idea where.

Do you know what your mother
wanted from him?

I don't. But she said
her life depended on it.

You were right.

I looked at the original
case files,

and this does appear to be
the work of the same killer.

I have ID'd her
as one Mara Lynne James.

Now, the forensic evidence
on your previous victims

was limited,
but this woman ‐‐

the cold slowed the growth
of bacteria,

so I have a better picture
of what happened.

Suffocation?

With sodium thiopental

to sedate her beforehand.

Soil in the lungs.

Same lack of any
defensive wounds.

Was there any evidence
of sexual assault?

No, but she was
sexually active.

She had a baby.

The degree of scarring
around the incision

suggests she gave birth
no more than a month

before she was killed.

Okay, now one more
big push.

‐C'mon. You can do it.
‐Come on. Push.

You did it.

Is everything okay?

Isn't he supposed to cry
or some‐‐

Yes, she is.

It's a girl.

Rest. Please.

We have work to do.

We both did.

We had every resource
to help her.

We apologize for coming
at such a difficult time.

We're sorry for your loss.

We want you to know
that we've deployed

our Child Abduction
Response team

and alerted every
law enforcement agency

in the country.

What for?

To find Mara's child.

Mara didn't have a child.

According to the M. E., she gave
birth a month before she passed.

A baby?

Did she have a man
in her life?

A man?

You do know what she did
for a living?

Did she talk about anyone
in particular?

Yeah, she talked.
She talked all the time.

None of it was ever true.

Nancy James,
if you know something

that could help
that child...

A year ago... 10 months maybe,

she said she met a guy,
a big fish.

Did she tell you his name? No.

Just that he had a plan.

A way for her to get out.

CTD and MPD
will be here in 20.

I can't hold them off
any longer.

Did the Bureau do this?

Has my imam been arrested?

CTD says no,
but based on their findings,

maybe they should've.

The case file
Agent Keen asked for.

Apparently, two members
have been smuggling

shipping containers
in and out of Syria.

‐For Tahrir al‐Sham?
‐Unclear.

We don't know what's being
shipped or by whom.

These members in the file.
I've seen them at the services.

I don't see them as a threat.
Then where are they?

As soon as you called about the
abduction, we put out a BOLO.

But it appears as if
they're long gone.

Along with Imam Asmal.

The Bureau
didn't do him any favors

by questioning him
here in the mosque.

Made it appear as if he knew
something and might talk.

Can you be sure
he didn't know?

If he said he didn't know,
he didn't know.

What was the port
of origin?

Latakia, Syria. Why?

Ironically, smuggling
on a large scale

is a profitable
yet surprisingly small club.

And ever since civil war
broke out in Syria,

the margins on everything
from weapons to medical supplies

to narcotics to food
going in and out of the country

have been particularly
bodacious.

As such, there's plenty of room
for all the players.

Turf has been designated.
Territory agreed upon.

Who got Latakia?

A Greek fellow from Queens.

A‐And Greece.

How's Mom?
You doing okay?

Great.

Can't stop staring at her.

She is adorable.
You're blessed.

I'm gonna run to the store,
but there was a call

while you two were asleep.
I didn't want to wake you.

An attorney.
Geoffrey Entz.

He said you would know
what it was regarding.

Such a cute baby.

I'll see you soon.

I talked to him.

The lawyer?
What did he say?

That he got the letter,

but he didn't want to discuss it
over the phone.

Did he ask to meet?

Yes, but I‐I didn't think it
would be this soon.

I'm not prepared.
I told you, Angela.

I have it all worked out.

Like a script.

I'll coach you
through everything.

Listen, I'm not in a good place
to talk right now,

so let me call you back.

I think
I may have something.

As you may know,
genetic material passes

from mother to child
during pregnancy,

but what you may not know

is it also happens
in reverse.

Fetal cells cross the placenta
and enter the mother's body,

making up as much as 10%
of the free‐floating DNA

in her bloodstream.
‐How does that help us?

Well,
with the M. E.'s help,

I was able to run the fetal DNA
from Mara James

against databases
from genetic testing services.

And with almost absolute
certainty,

the father of her child
is...

Jonathan McClaire.

‐The self‐help guru?
‐The same.

Author of six books.

He runs workshops
all around the world.

A married man
living a public life

has a child
with a prostitute?

Bring him in.
Find out what he has to say.

Right, uh, about that.
Here's the thing.

He didn't kill her.

Well,
how do you know that?

Because he died
11 months before

Mara James was murdered.

Kendra,
what I am offering you

is a chance to change your life.

A way out.

And forget about debt
or your car payments.

This is far more than that.

If you can imagine,

I am the last man that you ever
have to meet in a hotel room.

Ever.

How much
are we talking about?

Tell me again
how this works.

Mr. Korba,
what a pleasure!

Your reputation
precedes you.

Mine may not, so allow me
to introduce myself.

I know who you are.
You don't scare me.

My heavens.

Is that A5 olive wagyu?

I didn't know
you did business in Japan.

Or did these just fall off
a truck somewhere

on their circuitous journey
to Nobu Damascus?

I'm a legitimate
businessman.

Yes, I'm sure you are.

But as it happens,

I'm not necessarily
interested in your beef.

I'm really here to discuss
Jalal Abbas and his friends,

and whatever they're bringing
into the country from Syria.

I may have the face
of an angel,

but I'm not telling you
anything.

On the contrary,

I think you're going to tell me
where they are

and what they're smuggling.

You think you're the first guy
to threaten me?

I'm not threatening you,
Costas.

I'm threatening
your livelihood.

Did you know these cows
that gave up their lives

to be here today

grew up on the island
of Shodoshima?

And let me tell you,
those cows had it good.

Frolicking over
sun‐dappled hillsides,

dining on olive peels
from Japan's oldest plantation.

I'm told one cow can sell
for $40,000, $50,000 wholesale.

Rounding down, I'm probably
looking at 30 quarters.

Given the average rate
of cooling, once I kill the AC,

you've probably got,
what, 45 minutes

before your
half a million dollars

of umami‐flavored goodness

will be worth less
than a shinbone.

I don't know what they had
in those shipment containers.

I don't.

But you know
where they went.

Yes. Yes, I do.

I didn't know the FBI
investigated car accidents.

We're not here about your
husband's death, Mrs. McClaire.

We'd like to talk about his
relationship with Mara James.

What did she tell you?

She signed
a nondisclosure agreement.

Mara James is dead.

She was murdered.

Oh, my God.

That's awful.

You said
she signed a contract.

My husband had an affair
that resulted in a child.

Ms. James approached
our attorneys.

Jonathan had only recently
passed, and so I settled.

We didn't find a record
of any settlement.

It was sealed.

My husband's career
was based on...

...the appearance
of a happy marriage.

Even now,
I live off the book sales.

And sales would dry up if anyone
knew he'd been unfaithful.

So you agreed
to a secret settlement.

Well, there was a DNA test, so I
know it was his child, but...

we were so happy.

I still can't believe he stepped
outside of our marriage.

What am I looking at?

The victims we found
eight years ago.

Their bodies were
so decomposed

they didn't have C‐section scars
like Mara's,

but take a look at this.

Pockmarks
along the pelvic bone

caused by ligaments tearing
during childbirth.

Our victims
were all mothers.

If they all had babies, did they
all have secret settlements?

The point of secret settlements
is that they're secret.

It could take months to track
down the right courthouses

and secure warrants.
That's what I thought,

but it's a good thing
we know a criminal

who can cut through
the red tape.

I'll be obliged to take a sniff
in your company.

Yes, I understand your feeling
of obligation.

Ahh!

Mickey,
how long have you been

the file clerk
for the courthouse?

Must be going on 25 years.

Shepherding
a national database

of pleadings and motions,
suits and countersuits.

Everyone's
dirty little secrets.

Pearl's
angina has been acting up.

Set us back
a little more than usual.

Huh.

You're worth it
at twice the price.

And Pearl is priceless.

Brother, you sure know
how to wet my whistle.

Yes, sir,
you most certainly do.

Mmm!

Ahh!

So, what can I do you for?

Mr. Reddington pays for
his wife's angina medication?

Medication,
hospital visits.

I get the impression he pays for
whatever the file clerk needs.

What have you found
in the settlements?

I'm hoping it's enough
to justify the, shall we say,

unorthodox way
in which we obtained them.

The victims we're aware of
all had children out of wedlock

with very wealthy men,

and they all made paternity
claims against the fathers,

which were all settled.

And within weeks
of the agreements,

each of the women
were murdered.

And the children?

We haven't found
a single one.

‐So, what have we found?
‐Death certificates.

Turns out Jonathan McClaire
wasn't the only father who died

before the mother of his child.
They all did.

So five mothers who died
soon after giving birth,

and five fathers who died
soon after conception.

The men died
in at least four states,

all in crazy accidents ‐‐

helicopter crash,
a pileup on I‐80.

Each event was investigated,
but cleared.

No foul play.
Nothing to connect them.

Nothing except for a name.
Nyle Hatcher.

He signed one of their death
certificates in Pennsylvania,

which I thought was
pretty odd,

considering he's a mortician
in Bethesda.

So I kept digging.

Turns out he ID'd another victim
in Delaware

and notified next of kin
in West Virginia.

Doesn't make any sense.

A mortician from Bethesda

dealing with bodies from places
like Delaware and West Virginia.

According to his employment
records, he used to operate

a funeral home
outside Rehoboth Beach.

Makes sense.
He had access to the cemetery.

And no one would question why
a mortician was hanging around.

Did you get an address?
‐452 Elm,

the same as the mortuary
he currently operates ‐‐

Sweet Rest Funeral Home.

Keen, Ressler, get going.

Aram, pull a warrant.

When you got the settlements
from Reddington,

did he say anything
about Dembe's imam?

He got a lead
on the smugglers,

and I think he's going
to pay them a visit.

I don't suppose it would do
any good to remind him

that's our job.

He knows.

He just doesn't care.

Mr. Hatcher's out today.

Said
he won't be in until Monday.

Said it's
a family matter.

Did he say where he was going?
No.

He's not answering.

Do you have any other way
of reaching him?

Not anymore.

He used to keep an apartment
upstairs.

Now he only has his office.

We're gonna need
his current home address.

And access to that office.

Um, okay, but it's private.

I'm not allowed in there.

Well, that's okay.
I am.

This is a warrant.

What the hell?

This woman,
he's following her.

He's got all kinds of data.

Keen, what is it?

I'm not sure
I want to know.

Kendra. Hi.

I'm, um, Agent Mojtabai.

You're, uh...
You're not under arrest.

Could've fooled me.
Yeah. About that...

Let me ‐‐
Let me get that for you.

If I'm not under arrest,
why am I here?

To talk about a man
named Nyle Hatcher.

In my line of work,
I meet lots of men.

Right, um... This one
runs a funeral home.

And... he murders women.

Yeah, I know the guy.

Hatcher was in Baltimore
yesterday.

The ferry‐boat accident.

Sixteen people drowned.

DMORT was deployed
to identify the victims.

The Disaster Mortuary
Operational Response Teams.

When there's
a mass‐casualty event,

morticians are brought in
to help identify the bodies,

assess cause of death.

The country is divided
by region,

and based on where the victims
were found,

Hatcher operates with
Region III, which includes

D. C., Virginia, Delaware,
Pennsylvania, and Maryland.

Which is why a Bethesda
mortician gets access

to rich men at crime scenes
up and down the East Coast.

Well, we know how Hatcher
interacted with the dead men.

But we still have no idea
what part he played ‐‐ if any ‐‐

in the paternity cases
or the deaths of the mothers.

Actually, we do.

He didn't want to hook up.

I thought he did,
but when I got there,

he knew everything about me ‐‐
family, money problems.

He said he could fix
all that.

By getting you pregnant and
suing the father for paternity.

He said
no one would get hurt,

that a rich dude
would be a little less rich.

And the baby?

He told me about
these safe‐haven laws

where you leave babies
at fire stations

and they get adopted.

Adopted.

Because the father
would already be dead.

Run that by me again.

We found sperm
in his office.

There was a thermos, and in it,
uh, there was a sample.

‐Sperm from a dead man?
‐The rich dead man.

The one Hatcher s‐selected
from his DMORT assignment.

Did the men use
a‐a donor bank?

Is that where he got
the samples?

We don't think so.

Then what exactly
do you think?

Hatcher inseminated
the women

using semen he extracted
from the corpses.

Apparently, sperm is viable
up to 36 hours postmortem.

He extracts the sperm,
impregnates the mother,

who then makes an embarrassing
paternity claim

that's backed up by DNA.

Now, rather than risk a scandal,
the widow hushes it up

with a secret settlement
and no one's the wiser

because dead men tell
no tales.

Even about their seed.

What about Kendra Taylor?

Is she pregnant?

You never met Roger Ashby?

No, the hookup was
supposed to be tomorrow.

Is that what Hatcher told you,
it was gonna be a hookup?

He didn't exactly say.
Why?

Because Roger Ashby died
yesterday

in a ferry‐boat accident.

Like I said, all I know

is the hookup was gonna be
tomorrow, and after that,

I was supposed to make a claim
for child support.

Once the settlement
was finalized,

Hatcher would take the money,
and you'd end up dead.

That's the last of it.

The money for you
and your meal ticket

will be wired to the account
by end of business today.

Her name is Lily.

We're done here.

Hey, um, guys,
so, uh...

Kendra says that
she and the target never met.

But that Hatcher told her
she'd be impregnated tomorrow.

By a man who died
yesterday.

So what am I missing?

The birds and the bees?

Lemme tell you,
there's a whole new wrinkle.

I accessed
Hatcher's hard drive.

He had a list of the fathers

and how much the widows
agreed to pay.

We know all that
from the secret settlements.

You know
almost all of it.

There was another name.
Abraham Geller.

Wealthy hedge‐fund guy.

Died in a plane crash
10 months ago.

Which might mean someone just
gave birth to his child ‐‐

and may have signed
a settlement offer.

Or her death warrant.

You two, find the lawyer
who handles the Geller estate.

See what he knows.

Um, the birds
and the bees?

What's the new wrinkle?

Did the transfer
go through?

Just.
You did well.

The hard part's over.

Your cut's over a hundred
thousand dollars, Angela.

So drop off the child
and meet me at Cedar Wind.

I promise you, when you get
what's coming to you,

your life will change forever.

Agents Ressler and Park,
FBI.

Uh, what can I do
for you?

Was a paternity claim made
against Abraham Geller?

I don't discuss
my clients' cases.

This isn't about your client.
It's about a woman's life.

I'm sure you can appreciate
this is privileged information.

Yes, but it's
a life‐threatening situation.

What you know could save
Angela Hendrickson's life.

Has she been here?
Yeah.

To chisel a decent family
out of a small fortune.

So she signed a settlement
agreement. You wired the money?

I did.
Less than an hour ago.

Mm.

I thought you'd be alone.

I... couldn't leave her.

I know it wasn't
what we agreed to.

Oh, no, don't give it
another thought.

I'm glad she's here.

I think every child should have
a loving home.

Just not yours.

Now, she's not answering our
calls, but she received a call

outside a Rockville Fire station
30 minutes ago,

and her cell just pinged
a tower off county road 75.

What's the green area?

That is Cedar Wind Cemetery
in Livingston.

Oh, cemetery. That's bad.

Ressler. That's, uh
‐‐ That's really bad.

Ressler,
we have a location.

Keen will meet you
on‐site.

Aww. Hey, baby.

We're almost finished.
We'll be home soon.

Oh, my.

Angela, I am so sorry.

I never meant
for you to see this.

Yeah?
Jalal?

Who are you?

A friend from the mosque.

Aah!

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Okay, okay! Okay!

Go ahead.

Where is Imam Asmal?

I don't know. I don't.

- I'm sorry.
- You do.

Answer the question.

Hello, little girl.
We'll be home real soon.

Good heavens.

Hands!
Put your hands in the air!

Got a baby here.

Where is she?!

Angela Hendrickson ‐‐ where?!
I don't ‐‐

I don't know who that is.

Where is she, Nyle?

Which grave?
I have no ‐‐

Answer me!

I have no earthly idea
what you mean!

He doesn't want her to suffer,
so she's sedated,

but she may still be alive.

We need to fan out.

We're looking
for a fresh grave.

There can't be many.

How do we get
to the basement?

I don't have a basement.

Morgan.

Hey!
I got something!

I feel something!

She's got a pulse.

Get on the radio!
Call the paramedics!

What the hell?

I try not to think
about them.

It wasn't personal.

I needed hosts
willing to break the law,

and they did that just by
showing up at my hotel room.

Desperate and broke...

And what ‐‐ dispensable?

It isn't my fault that nobody
cares when a prostitute dies.

No, people care.
Families care.

This was never about
killing those women.

Agent Keen, I have spent my life
surrounded by death ‐‐

surrounded by the pain
that comes with life's end,

the futility of it all.

It's a lonely existence.

One that I thought
money could change.

So I came up with a way
to steal money

from people that wouldn't care
that it was missing ‐‐

the dead.

I like to think of them
as "donors."

But the donors required
hosts ‐‐

women who, sadly, needed to die
to protect the plan ‐‐

which is why I chose women
who needed to be freed

from their otherwise
insufferable lives.

Finally, the plan requires
a child.

What did you do
with the children?

Well, I tell
all the mothers

that I plan
to give the newborns away.

Some mother don't like that,
and some, like Angela,

even try to keep
their babies.

That upset me at first,
until I realized

that the money those children
provided me wasn't the solution.

The children were
the solution.

What does that mean?

It means I couldn't leave them
at the fire station

like I thought.

Means I needed them.

Means I couldn't let them go,
that they needed me.

Needed you?

Forging the adoption paperwork
wasn't cheap,

but money isn't a problem
for me.

I just didn't want any of those
kids to grow up alone...

‐
‐

...like me, without a family.

They needed sisters
and brothers.

Where are the kids,
Nyle?

They're home.

They have all they need.

A loving father.

Unbelievable
financial resources.

What's gonna happen
to those kids?

What are they gonna say
when they find out what you did?

Oh, don't tell them
what I did.

They don't need to know.

They gave me
such a precious gift.

I mean, I was dead.

They brought me back to life.

All that matters
are those kids' lives.

And with you in prison, they're
gonna be a whole lot better.

Imam Asmal.

I'm telling you
I don't know.

Who are they?

Refugees seeking asylum.

Imam Asmal knows
nothing of this.

I thought the FBI took him
because they thought he did.

And you have no ties
to Tahrir al‐Sham.

Me? I'm trying to save them
from Tahrir al‐Sham.

The United States has made it
illegal for them to come here.

But the
Prophet Muhammed teaches us

not to obey the created

if it means disobeying
the Creator.

Harold?
CTD traced a cellphone

belonging to
one of the extremists.

They traced it to a safe house
in West Adams.

Units are en route.

They're not extremists.
They're humanitarians.

Humanitarians
took the imam?

How long do we have
before the troops arrive?

You are at the safe house.

It's feeling less and
less safe with every second.

Looks like your cold‐case
theory was right, Liz.

I confirmed it.

He set the money aside
for the children.

A guy with a conscience
who does what he did,

that's way scarier
than a straight psychopath.

We should tell the widows their
husbands didn't cheat on them.

What's being done
about the kids?

Child Services is reaching out

to the families of both parents.

Hi.

I'm Margaret.
Mm‐hmm.

Aren't you the sweetest?

What about Angela?

Will she get to keep
her child?

She's under house arrest,
awaiting trial.

for up to 18 months.

Ah. Please tell me
you're hungry.

So this is what it's all about.
Asylum seekers.

Counterterrorism division is looking
for extremists that don't exist

I checked with MPD
on my way over.

They've got nothing.

No forensics.
No witnesses.

I'm afraid
it's a diminishing return.

How's he holding up?

Especially since he knows
I'm to blame.

You?

People close to me
are often in harm's way.

I don't think whoever did this
is interested in extremists

But then I realized
Ilya wasn't scared of you.

You're the one who's scared.

Reddington got to you.

Ilya Koslov has information that
could save my mother's life.

And you helped prevent me
from finding it.

The least you can do
is tell me why.

You have powerful enemies.

I had no idea
he was one of them.

What's that?

Before Reddington
warned me off,

I had a mic trained
on Ilya's apartment.

that could save a woman's life,
my guess it's in that archive.

Who are you?

How about you let me ask
the questions?

What, you change
your number?

That's cold.

I got nothing to say to you.
Maybe not.

But I got something
to say to you,

and, trust me,
you're gonna want to hear it.

until next week, when they
break ground on the strip mall.

Yeah, baby brother.

And all the secrets
under it.

Yes.

They're at the
safe house on Vermont.

Happy ending for them.

Raymond.

I'm fine.

I found something.

A fingerprint on the corner
of the imam's desk.

Could you identify it?

I could. But, uh... But what?

Belongs to a man who's been
in prison for 15 years.

Arturo Ruel.

How can that be?

I don't know.
Perhaps Raymond will.

Raymond.

Raymond!