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[ARGUING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[WHISTLES]

Hey, guys. Come on, guys.
Let's just simmer down.

What's the problem here?

[ARGUING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-See what I mean?
-What are they fighting about?

The first shipment of a $3 million order.

There's a dispute over some doctored
shipping manifest that they're missing.

-Who was in charge of the manifest?
-Henry Morris.

He works for the Department
of Transportation.

-The one with the gambling habit?
DEMBE: The same.

Didn't we square his debt,
get him some kind of help? Where is he?

-Not down today.
-Hey, hey, hey!

Whoa, okay, all right. Hey! Come on.

Come on, come on. Come on, guys.
Put the guns away.

Come on, it's just a bunch of TVs.

There's more where they came from.

Dembe, let's see if we can't drum up
a few bottles of arrack.

Arrack. Sure.

Yeah, there we go. All right.

[♪♪♪]

♪ Life seems lonely
And I'm by myself ♪♪

WOMAN:
Can't be all that bad, can it?

Bad?

How about my savings? My house?
And my wife has no idea.

You'll think of something, Henry.

How'd you know my name?

I know all about you.

The default on your mortgage,
the credit cards.

Oh, not to mention what you owe
Tony and the boys in Boston.

They haven't forgotten.

Who the hell are you?
Who told you that?

Oh, that's not important.
You know what is important?

Luck. And yours just changed.

-I'm supposed to be somewhere.
-No. Henry.

You're meant to be right here.
With me.

And all you have to do
is make one more bet.

This time, on yourself.

Thank you, boys. Thanks, guys.

There really is no misunderstanding
a bottle of arrack can't cut through.

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

DEMBE:
It's him.

Henry.

Five Albanians and four Nigerians
walk into a shipping depot.

There is no punch line.
Where are you?

HENRY:
I'm sorry, Red, I am.

I ran into trouble, I lost some money.

-You were gambling today?
-No.

I mean, yes, I was, but I got it handled.
She came to me.

My miracle. We made a deal.

What are you talking about?
Who came to you? I needed you here.

I have to take a trip, but I swear, Red,
things are turning.

I'll be a new man.

Luck's finally on my side.

[♪♪♪]

Something wrong?

I'm afraid our friend Henry
was paid a visit

by Lady Luck.

RESSLER: That's all the CIA has
on Katarina Rostova?

MAN: Hunting for spies who didn't
come in from the cold

after the Cold War isn't a priority.

Anton Velov claimed that she was seen
at the Cross Sound Ferry terminal

two weeks after her alleged suicide.

Claimed, not proved.

The ferry requires reservations,
so if she was on it,

her name would be on the manifest,
and it wasn't.

There's no copy
of the manifest in here.

Had to be a gut punch.

Hunting Reddington all those years only
for him to get caught and escape again.

I mean, that's what this is about, right?
Finding Rostova to find Reddington?

Reddington's gone.

-No one's ever gonna find him.
-Who are you looking for?

MJ, I need a copy of that manifest.

SMOKEY:
It's arranged.

You got locations in St. Louis
and Denver, secure, private, safe.

Thank you, Smokey.
Give the addresses to Dembe.

-He'll alert the unfortunate guests.
-Why unfortunate?

While I was in prison,
certain people in my organization

took it upon themselves
to do a little freelancing.

Others attempted to move against me.

In the time since that
regrettable chapter ended,

I've determined who
the Benedict Arnolds are,

and will be confronting them about it
at the locations you've secured.

[SCOFFS]

The opportunities you give people,
this is what some of them do?

Bite the hand like that? Ugh.

[SPEAKING IN CANT]

I'm sure you're not really surprised
by how few people I can trust.

You can count on me 100 percent.

That means more than you know,
Smokey.

[♪♪♪]

Those people who turned,
how unfortunate are they gonna be?

I'll know when I see them.

Ultimately,
everyone's fate is negotiable.

Except the person who turned me in.

Whoever they are, their fate is sealed.

Elizabeth. A warm light
in an otherwise dark and gloomy day.

Are you coming or going?

Going.

On a West Coast swing to Los Angeles.

We have a few stops along the way,
so I'm a bit pressed for time.

If you don't mind.

I-- Whatever you ask.
Dembe's teaching me backgammon.

RAYMOND: I'm sorry to rush to the point,
but I need your help.

An associate has had a sudden
and startling stroke of good fortune.

That's a bad thing?

Imagine gambling away your mortgage,

facing financial ruin
because you're addicted to chance.

And then, imagine in that moment
of anguish and desperation,

you're offered salvation.

Erase your debt, keep a roof over
your family's head. Would you take it?

-What's the catch?
-No catch.

A bet.

On yourself.

A dance with Lady Luck.

Lady Luck.

An urban legend that Reddington
claims is real.

A Blacklister who serves up salvation
in one hand and damnation in the other.

What's the bet?

He doesn't know because
no one's lived long enough to say.

And this Lady Luck,
she's propositioned an associate of his?

Yes, someone Reddington claims
has done business with the Third Estate,

and may be able to tell us
about their plot against America.

-Maybe. Which means maybe not.
-Tell us about this friend.

All right, his name is Henry Morris.

He lost $3400 last night in Atlantic City.

And based on bank records over the past
two years, he's lost 196,000.

-I'm not sure I can do this.
LADY LUCK: We made a bet, Henry.

You win, you get $200,000.

You lose, your family gets evicted.

-Are you calling to say you lost?
-No. I'm just--

-I'm not sure.
-Well, get sure.

I'm married to a loser, Henry.
Trust me, it's a fate worse than death.

ARAM: Henry Morris left the casino
at 4:18 a.m. Hasn't been seen since.

Could be he's running
from people he owes money to.

Or maybe Lady Luck convinced him
to gamble with his own life.

Let's start there. Go talk to his wife.
Let's see what she can offer.

Missing? Henry isn't missing. He called
a few hours ago from Pennsylvania

to stay a bit longer for work.

Mrs. Morris, are you aware your husband
was let go two months ago?

No. He's worked there for two years.

He's in Allentown on a work trip.

This is a screen capture from
a CCTV camera in Atlantic City.

Apparently, he lost pretty big there.

RESSLER:
Over 3 grand last night.

[♪♪♪]

No, no, no.

He lost everything before--
Before we were married.

And once after,
I thought maybe he'd beat it.

He pawned my engagement ring.

It was my grandmother's.

Ma'am, if your husband calls again,
we're gonna need your help.

[♪♪♪]

♪ I've gambled down in Washington ♪

♪ And I've gambled up in Maine ♪

♪ I'm going down into Georgia ♪

[DOG BARKING]

What is it, Mimi?

Hello?

Is there somebody there?

[BARKING CONTINUES]

Hello? Oh! Ooh!

Oh! No! No!

[GRUNTING]

♪ I'm a gambling man
A gambling man, man, man ♪

♪ A gambling man, man, man
A gambling man, man, man ♪

♪ I'm a gambling man ♪

♪ She took me in her parlor
Cooled me with her fan ♪

♪ She said, "Oh, Mother, Mother,
I'm in love with a gambling man ♪

♪ He's a gambling man, man, man
He's a gambling man ♪

♪ He's a gambling man, man, man ♪

♪ A gambling man, man, man
A gambling man, man, man ♪♪

[♪♪♪]

[CAMERA CLICKS]

Detective Evers, Donald Ressler, FBI.

-We spoke on the phone.
-Right.

You put out an APB
looking for our unsub.

We did. What do you have?

We pulled this off a security camera
from a liquor store two blocks from here.

His clothes match an image of the perp
caught on the building's CCTV.

My guys think this was staged
to look like a robbery gone wrong.

-What can you tell us about this guy?
-Not much. Missing person.

We thought he was the one in danger.

When you find your missing person,
give me a call.

Because he's wanted for murder.

T, it's so good to hear your voice.

TERESA: Henry, what's going on?
-I got so much I gotta tell you.

Our troubles are over, T. We're gonna
make a fresh start, you and me.

Your old man finally took care
of business.

Let's meet, all right?
Eleven a.m. tomorrow at the playground.

-You know the one.
-Yeah, okay.

-Eleven at the park.
-I got something for you.

Something I owe you.

All right, I gotta go. I love you.
I'll see you at 11.

You did the right thing.

[♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

Red. You're a sight for sore eyes,
my friend.

When you got captured,
I thought I'd never see you again.

Is that why you took advantage?

Advantage?

You were in custody, on trial.
You were on death row.

Who survives that?

Pepper?

Thanks.

Carlo, I didn't bring you here because
you stepped out while I was engaged.

You're here because I wanna know

whether you were simply
pressing your advantage,

or whether you were the one who created
the advantage in the first place.

I'm gonna ask you one time,
and I want a simple yes or no.

Did you turn me in to the police?

No, a thousand times no. Never.

Ten percent. Going forward,
you'll need to kick in an extra 10 percent.

A tax for underestimating me.

Red, that doesn't seem fair.
You were incar--

You know what, Carlo? You're right.
Make it 15. Any objections?

No, no.
Fifteen percent is completely fair, Red.

[♪♪♪]

ARAM: The woman Morris killed
in the bathtub was Betsy Nagel.

Two weeks ago,
she posted on her social media

that she was hashtag
"grateful to be in recovery."

Recovery from what?

Well, in that same post, she shared
a link to a website for G.A.R.T.

It's a support group for Gambling
Addiction Recovery and Therapy.

She was a gambler too.

ARAM: With multiple online poker
accounts all linked to her credit card.

-She was in debt?
ARAM: Not anymore.

All the gambling sites have been paid off
and her accounts are all deactivated.

-This came for Agent Ressler.
-He's in interrogation, I'll take it.

-It's about a case he's working on.
-It's okay, we're working the same case.

Could she be connected to Morris
through poker sites?

I haven't found an online identity
associated with Morris in any chat rooms,

and there wasn't anything virtual
about his debt.

Maybe Morris and Nagel
were in recovery together.

I've searched everything. There is nothing
they shared beyond a history of gambling.

COOPER: Keep looking, find a link,
a mutual acquaintance,

a restaurant they frequent,
a connection.

Teresa Morris just hung up
with her husband.

They set a meet tomorrow at 11 a.m.

Get a team together. Let's see
if we can get a confession on tape.

[♪♪♪]

I thought we had an agreement.

-What agreement?
-CIA documents from the Russia desk?

Some kind of passenger manifest
from '91? You're looking for my mother.

-Keen, listen.
-I'm not interested in digging this up.

-I'm not interested in you digging this up.
-Keen, if you'd let me finish.

This was in motion
long before you and I spoke.

I requested this file weeks ago,
and it took this long.

Look. It's nothing. All right?

-See?
-Thank you.

We good?

I'll call in the surveillance op.

Megan Marie, she's our eldest.

And she got her acceptance letter
last week in the mail

and, heh, you've never seen
a kid smile so big.

[CHUCKLES]

No matter how bad things are, my world
just lights up when that kid's happy. Heh.

It's...

It's Middlebury College.

[♪♪♪]

And now she can't go because
I lost her tuition money at the track.

And I haven't told her yet. I mean,
how can I? I'm not gonna break her heart.

Let her know what kind of man
her father really is.

I would do anything to make this right.

[♪♪♪]

♪ Yeah, take my heart ♪

♪ On a silver plate ♪♪

Really, Ned?
This doesn't look like a solution to me.

Most insurance policies
don't cover suicide.

Who are you?
How did you get in here?

You wanna go to Megan Marie's
college celebration, don't you?

Like a good father should?

-How did you know about that?
-I know lots of things.

I know you gambled away
Megan's tuition.

I know about the bookies
and dodgy loans,

not to mention, the damn Lakers
neglecting to cover their spread.

-You're a debt collector.
-Of sorts.

[♪♪♪]

-I got nothing left to give.
-Don't sell yourself short.

You've got you.

Tell me. Do you have the courage
to make one more bet?

This time, on yourself.

So who's the next unfortunate?

Martin Walcott. Do you know him?

Walcott? No, I don't think so,
what'd he do?

Skim off the top while you were away?

On the contrary.

He recorded record profits.

So, what's your beef?

MARTIN:
Raymond.

-It's been too long.
-Martin Walcott, Smokey Putnum.

SMOKEY:
Nice to meet you.

I brought the book.

I figured you'd want
to go over the numbers.

Smokey used to run with the circus.
Handled logistics.

Trains in, trains out. I'm surprised
the two of you haven't crossed paths.

I'm just a side show for Martin, he's
a senior VP at a railroad that runs freight

between New Mexico and Illinois.

That a fact? Then, yeah,
I'm surprised we never hooked up.

Let me ask you something, Martin.

And I want a simple yes or no.

Did you turn me in to the police?

MARTIN:
Red, what?

No.

Of course not.
Why would you ask me that?

Because that's an awfully big number.

And the only way you could have hit it
was if I was in prison.

-I thought you'd be pleased.
-Did you?

I don't think so.

If you thought I'd be pleased, the book
would reflect how you hit the number.

But it doesn't do that, does it?

It's a big number because
you cut a deal with the Katella Cartel

to run methamphetamine.

You used my network,

my trucks, my drivers, my warehouses.

If you're not gonna be in the drug
business, somebody else will be.

It's not like we're gonna stop it
from coming in, right?

I'm not in the methamphetamine
business.

It's a poison.

You traded on my name.

I'm a relatively forgiving man, but that...?

That I can't forgive.

Red. Hold on, hold on.

-I thought that you'd--
-What do you think?

-Me?
RAYMOND: Yeah.

What do you think I should do
with Martin?

I'm curious.

[♪♪♪]

I don't know. I guess, ahem,
on one hand he kind of betrayed you,

I say "kind of" because
when you were in prison,

maybe he was thinking in that situation
he has some latitude.

You said "on the one hand."
Is there another?

Yeah. No, of course. I mean, look.

I never killed anyone.
When it comes to people, I'm vegan.

[CHUCKLES]

So if it was up to me, and let's all reflect
on how awesome it is that it's not,

but if it was, I guess I'd opt for firing him
or fining him like you did with Andrisani.

Both these guys are family guys.
Andrisani's got a wife, he's got a kid.

So anyway, that's why you do
the strategic thinking, I stick to logistics.

G. Gordon Liddy was an architect
of the Watergate break-in.

A strident true believer
who trained himself

to be unemotional
about doing terrible things.

He'd literally test himself by fire.

Holding his hand over a flame
without flinching as his flesh burned.

People thought it was a trick.

He said the trick is not minding.

Aah-ah.

I mind.

[BLOWING]

I mind.

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

RAYMOND:
Hmm.

You got no idea
how much I missed you, T.

What's going on?

Hey, you gotta know.
Everything I did, I did it for us.

RESSLER: Keen, you getting this?
-Every word.

Tango team, the minute you get
verbal confirmation, move in.

-Assume he's armed.
WOMAN: Copy that.

I made us square. There's no more debt.

-But how?
-We'll be able to pay off all our loans.

We'll start over.
We'll go somewhere else.

-We'll go somewhere warm.
-Keen, heads up.

We got a white male
near the playground.

LIZ:
Think his wife tipped someone?

RESSLER:
Or Morris brought a plus-one.

-I'll check it out.
HENRY: I stopped by the pawn shop.

If you've done something illegal,
you need to tell me. Please.

I have something for you.

He's got a gun.

-FBI, stop!
-FBI, hands!

[TERESA SCREAMS]

Put it down. Don't move.

LIZ: Henry Morris, you're under arrest
for the murder of Betsy Nagel.

I'm so sorry.

Henry, what have you done?

RESSLER: I went over the manifest.
I think I found something.

I'm glad to hear it,
but I'm in the middle of a briefing.

Dead or alive,
everyone's accounted for.

-Except one.
-Then you need me because?

Because that one person doesn't exist
before buying a ticket for that ferry.

Everything about her: credit rating,
Social Security, mortgage payments,

it exists only after
she bought that ticket, not before.

I am in a room full of people waiting
on me to give a threat assessment.

It's important, I need your help.

It's also off book, so I'm gonna have to
farm out the legwork.

If I send you what I have,
can you do the due diligence for me?

It's gonna cost me,
but for you, Crimea can wait.

I owe you, pal. Thanks.

[♪♪♪]

This bandage isn't enough,
I really need to go to a hospital.

-Not until you answer my question.
-Look, I don't know how to find her.

-Because she came to you.
-Yes. The house.

I mean, it was like she was studying me,
she had all kinds of information.

LIZ:
What kind of information?

HENRY: Everything.
How many months' rent I owed,

how much I lost in Atlantic City.

NED: She knew my favorite teams,
she knew how much I owed.

She said she could make
all that debt go away.

How? What exactly did she say?

That my gambling had become
a cancer on the people I love.

She said that I needed to start over.

-What does that mean? Start over how?
HENRY: By doing her a favor.

She asked me
to take care of someone for her.

By taking care of someone, you mean
drowning Betsy Nagel in her bathtub?

Well, it was supposed to
look like a robbery.

A gunshot in broad daylight
wasn't subtle, Ned.

I'm guessing she didn't
sign off on that.

Look, I may never get out of jail for what
I've done, but I did it to help my family.

And if I was smart enough...

I would have got away with it.

Henry, you were never
gonna get away with it.

Because you were always
gonna be her next victim.

What do you mean "her next victim"?

It's gamblers killing gamblers.

Lady Luck identifies her target, someone
who has a significant amount of debt

to be her hitman, then she offers to pay
off that debt in exchange for the killing.

What the killer doesn't know
is that he's the next victim.

Like Betsy Nagel?

She'd been bleeding her sister dry
for years to pay off her gambling debt.

I spoke to the sister, and she said Betsy
showed up last month, paid her back.

Paid her mortgage, and a half-dozen
maxed-out credit cards.

Using money she'd gotten
for killing a gambler.

And Ms. Nagel is not alone.

I looked into suspicious deaths
of known gamblers

who squared debts
shortly before dying, and get this.

Janice Devers. Gunshot wound
to the chest off the Vegas Strip.

Jeff Warner. Stabbed to death in
the parking lot of a casino in Connecticut,

and there are more.

So Lady Luck's outsourcing her kills.

But why spend all this money on bribing
gamblers? Why not kill them herself?

Well, where's the bribe money
coming from?

I don't know,
but her cash supply seems endless.

-Which means she won't stop.
COOPER: Ned Green.

Lean on him. Find out how he contacts
this woman after the hit's done.

One way or the other, Green's gonna
put us in touch with Lady Luck.

This is my final offer, and I think you'll
wanna accept it. It's this or it's nothing.

You finish all your peas, and I'll let you
watch PJ Masks before your nap.

Do we have a deal?

Smart move, mister.

[DOOR UNLOCKS]

Hey, everyone.

Sorry I'm late.

-What are we up to?
-Culinary negotiations.

Thanks, Mom.
I'd be lost without you.

Picked up a shift from Sherry
on Tuesday.

Any chance you might
be free to watch Joey?

It shouldn't be a problem.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Oh, who the heck is this?

Oh, I don't know no one from 216.

-Is it done?
NED: We hit a snag.

-What snag?
-Not on the phone, can we meet?

[♪♪♪]

There's a spot on Route 9.
Orangetown Diner, meet me at 4.

If you're late, the deal's off

and you can go back to your garage
and start the engine.

[♪♪♪]

I don't know, Lou.

He called out of nowhere,
sounded worried.

This one may not be up to the task.

I know what you're thinking.

We've been dealt far worse hands
and we're still here.

I'll be back for dinner.
Do you want anything special?

[SCOFFS]

Don't answer that.

I'll think of something.

[♪♪♪]

LIZ:
Why pick this place to meet?

I don't know. I don't like it either.
It's too public.

NED:
I told you, she'll be here.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

-Hello?
LADY LUCK: I expected better from you.

What are you talking about?
I'm exactly where you told me to be.

Unlike you, I know how
to hedge my bets, Ned.

That's gotta be her.

My husband took me to that diner
to watch Sunday football for 15 years.

I know the regulars.

I know Ben Sherman,
who always comes in for his 4:00 coffee.

Ben's not there.

I know Dale and Toddy, who work splits
on Fridays, and they're not there.

-She's watching. You got eyes?
-She's not in here.

Heck, Ned.
We got a whole lot of new faces.

Enough to make me think
you've been talking to the police.

You know the problem with gamblers?
They never quit when they're ahead.

I made you a sound deal.
I trusted you, and you brought cops.

No, no, wait.

She's close.

Good luck on your own.

-You'll need it.
NED: Wait! Wait!

[♪♪♪]

She's bailing. She's bailing.

Keen, tell me you see something.

LIZ:
I got nothing.

Oh, doubles again.

You are very lucky
or you're playing with loaded dice.

What's that look?

-You said you'd never met Walcott.
-No, why?

If you'd never met him,
how did you know he had children?

-I didn't, I--
-Stop.

The only thing worse than a lie
is a lie that compounds it.

[SPEAKS IN CANT]

Plain English.
I don't wanna miss a word.

[♪♪♪]

I did know Walcott
from the circus days.

He knew I could move things,
so when he decided to move drugs,

he gave me a call.

I didn't know what was gonna
happen to you, so, you know, I...

I did what they did, and I freelanced.

Andrisani was just trying
to make his rate.

I don't condone it,
hence the 15 percent surcharge.

Walcott came up with the idea
to use my infrastructure to move drugs.

Which was bad enough,
but what you did was considerably worse.

You made his idea happen.

You were the logistical mastermind.

Without you,
his idea was just that, an idea.

Thanks to you, it's now a reality.

-Red--
-I know about the network, Smokey.

The shipments of meth you're making
to Phoenix, Miami, Seattle, Boston.

Everywhere along the way.

I didn't turn you in,
if that's what you think.

What I think is that you're a born carny.

You're a con man.
You're simply hardwired to help yourself

at the expense of others.

Friends, addicts, enemies, even me.

In my absence, you built a network
that ships meth coast-to-coast.

That's impressive.

Offensive.

Dembe, come on, brother.

-Help me out here.
-Dembe doesn't make this decision.

Look, Red, you want me to dismantle it?

It's dismantled.

I told you, I-- I'll do whatever you ask.

Have you ever had a flying dream?

A what?

A dream in which
you suddenly have the power of flight?

Unburdened by the weight
of apprehension and doubt,

you suddenly find you can fly?

It's a dream of freedom and bliss.

The opposite of a falling dream.

Which, of course, is a dream
of fear and anxiety, panic.

Flying is life.

Falling is death.

Mommy says by the time
your program's done, she'll be here.

I'm going on a trip.

While I'm gone, I want you to be good
for your mom.

She's gonna have a lot to do
and nobody to help her do it.

[CARTOON MUSIC PLAYING]

When you get bigger...

people are gonna say things about me.

Not-so-nice things.

But I want you to know, what I did,
I did as a kindness.

Can you remember that?

I love my little monster so much.

I love you too, Grammy.

[♪♪♪]

How'd she get away from us?

ARAM:
She was never in the diner parking lot.

I pulled security footage from
the trucking company across the street.

Check out the Buick
with the Bush-Quayle bumper sticker.

So she made a getaway,
doing the speed limit.

ARAM: The car is registered to an
Agatha Tyche, 66, of Camden, Delaware.

And she has a very, very sad story.

Ms. Tyche was an upstanding citizen
of her community.

Married to a life-long gambler,
Lou Tyche.

In 1986, Lou bought a lottery ticket
and won $87 million.

Largest jackpot in Delaware history,
made national news.

-I remember this story, there was a child.
-Second child, being born.

It was a long, intense labor,
Lou waited in the hospital,

but at one point, he left with her son
to make a run to a convenience store,

and bought a lottery ticket.

There was an accident. The son died.
The father was badly injured.

ARAM:
And the ticket was a winner.

At the same time that Agatha
was giving birth to her daughter,

her son was dying three floors away,
while her husband was in surgery.

The ticket was returned to her by a medic
who found it in her husband's effects.

Looks like we found Lady Luck.

Looks like you're going to Delaware.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Agatha Tyche?

What? No, that's my mother.

Agents Keen and Ressler, FBI.
Is she here?

-No.
-Do you know where she is?

I don't.

What can you tell us
about the lottery that your parents won?

The lottery.
What does that have to do with anything?

We understand your father won
87 million.

Yeah, decades ago.
My mom gave all that money away.

Why would she do that?

Because the day he won
was the day that he got in a car accident

that killed my brother
and paralyzed my father.

He died a few months after.

She connected the money
with their deaths

and didn't want anything to do with it.

That may be what she told you,

but the truth is she kept the winnings
and has been using it for years.

She's using it as a slush fund
to finance a series of murders.

[♪♪♪]

She told my son
she may never see him again.

And I couldn't understand--

LIZ:
Because she knew we were coming.

Ma'am, if you have any idea
where your mother might be,

you need to tell us.

She's gone. Her daughter says
she doesn't know where.

You believe her?

RESSLER: We do. She lied to all,
including her.

Apparently, she told her daughter
she gave the money away

after her husband died.

Wait. After?

Her husband died less than a year
after his accident.

No, no, no, that's not right.

I pulled a death certificate for the son,

but there was nothing for the husband.

The Delaware Gaming Commission
is still recording annuity checks sent

-to an address near Wilmington.
-Send us that address

and get us HRT out of Quantico.

MAN [ON TV]:
Joker. Joker!

Bad news, Lou. The police are onto us.
I pray they don't drag Moira into this.

Lord knows we didn't want that
for our baby girl.

The one bright spot in our lives.

[♪♪♪]

[SIREN WAILING]

-If there's no death certificate...
-Then the father's still alive.

But why would she lie?
To her daughter, of all people?

Okay, I get it.
You can't always trust family.

But that could mean...

The father's in on it.

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

We had a good run, didn't we?

It wasn't all a waste.

I guess this is goodbye.

I can't exactly take you with me, can I?

I had plans for the rest of the money,
more families to save.

At least I have the satisfaction
of knowing some of this blood money

protected others from our hell.

We did good, Lou.

LIZ: FBI.
RESSLER: Put the gun down.

-It's over, Agatha.
-Oh, I know.

Put that gun down.
We don't want anyone to get hurt.

Hurt? You can't hurt me, I died years ago.

My life was gambled away cheap.
My firstborn, gone.

I swore then I'd do everything
in my power

to keep people from that
kind of destruction.

RESSLER: Put that gun down.
AGATHA: God answered my prayers.

I used those cursed winnings to help
other suffering families.

A perfect system,

to guarantee they'd never be
ruined like I was.

-Like we were.
-Put that gun down.

Gamblers, they're the worst kind
of addicts.

They think they deserve to win,
while everyone around them loses.

Not this time.

[MACHINE POWERS DOWN
THEN LOU WHIMPERING]

-She tripped the breaker.
-I don't know where it is, find it.

[ALARM BLARING]

MAN:
Get him out of there!

Gotta find that breaker.

Speak up, Lou.

[WHIMPERING]

Last chance to atone for your sins.

[WHIMPERING]

Are you saying my father didn't die
after the car accident?

-No, he was paralyzed.
-That he's been alive, all these years?

Your mother kept him on
a mechanical respirator.

In hiding, from me?

I can't imagine how hard this is to hear,
but all these years,

your mother kept your father hostage.

-Why would anyone do that?
-To punish him.

She believes his addiction
destroyed your family,

so she came up with a way to prevent
other families from being destroyed.

MOIRA:
By killing addicts?

People who can't help themselves.

COOPER: It's because they couldn't help
themselves she thought they had to die.

And when they did,
their family's fortunes were restored.

Your mother's a troubled woman

who's gonna spend
the rest of her life in prison.

There's no consolation for this,
for losing her.

But you do have your father back.
As well as what's left of his winnings.

I hope that affords you some solace.

Can I talk to her?

[FOOTSTEPS]

RAYMOND: What?
-I think you know.

An example had to be made.

[DOOR OPENS]

-Hey.
-You came.

Of course, we wouldn't miss it.

Ah.

Look at you, Janet.

-It's good to see you.
JANET: Yes.

I can't thank you enough
for everything you've done.

I've never been thanked for
exiling someone before.

You didn't just give me a new house,
you gave me a new life.

It's the least I could do for keeping
my relationship with the task force secret.

But you've done so much more than that.

Your contributions,
there'd be no arts program

here at Shermer without them.

What you're going to hear tonight,

none of it would've happened
without you.

Thank you, Janet.

You're the best, Mr. Reddington.

Imagine that.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

-So?
-Name's Virginia Lopatin.

Married Tim King in '98.
Lives in Chicago with a dog and a cat.

Three credit cards
and a subscription to Foreign Affairs.

Says she's 81. Rostova would be 59.

The story goes, after she killed herself,
Rostova's parents went into hiding.

Father was KGB, so people assumed
he helped the mother disappear,

but if, and this is a big "if,"

Rostova didn't die,
if she knew people were coming for her--

She'd be the one to protect her parent.

Eighty-one and 59, the passenger was
22 years older than Rostova.

-You have a DOB on the mother?
-We do.

She was 22 when Katarina was born.

We didn't find Katarina,
but it's possible we found her mother.

[APPLAUSE]

♪ Every breath you take ♪

♪ Every move you make ♪

♪ Every bond you break
Every step you take ♪

♪ I'll be watching you ♪

-I'm sorry it turned out this way.
-I am too.

-There's so much I wanna tell you.
-It's okay, Mom.

I know everything I need to know.

The lady that got me to do this,
this Lady Luck,

I'll tell you anything
you wanna know.

That's good, Henry.

But right now, I'm not interested
in Lady Luck.

I want you to tell me everything you know
about a group called "The Third Estate."

♪ You belong to me ♪

Red was right. Henry Morris is connected
to The Third Estate.

He gave them state-of-the-art
surveillance equipment

so they could penetrate high-end
security systems in private homes.

Did he give you a name?

No, they contracted through
encrypted wire transfers and dead drops.

But think about it.
The Third Estate is the 99 percent.

If they're plotting against America,

where else are they gonna start
than by attacking the 1 percent?

Yeah, but it's a pretty big target.

It's 99 percent smaller
than it was a few minutes ago.

-I'm gonna go tell Cooper.
-Keen, hang on a minute.

By the way...

I'm sorry I snapped at you before.

You've been on Reddington's case
longer than any of us.

You deserve to know who he really is.

[SIGHS]

I owe you one for letting it go.

♪ Every word you say ♪

Anyway, what is it?

♪ Every night you stay ♪

It can wait. Let's go see Cooper.

♪ Every vow you break
Every smile you fake ♪

♪ Every claim you stake ♪

♪ Every single day
Every word you say ♪

♪ Every game you play
Every night you stay ♪

♪ Every breath you take
Every move you make ♪

♪ Every step you take ♪

♪ I'll be watching ♪

♪ You ♪♪

[APPLAUSE]

That was the wrong example to make.

[♪♪♪]

Someone betrayed me.

Someone turned me in to the police.

Yes, but you don't think it was Smokey.

No.

But anyone who may know who did,

I want them to come forward and tell me
before more people die.

That's who the example is for?

The people who know
who turned you in?

If you knew the truth,
would you come forward

to stop me from taking a life?

Of course.

Well, then.

I can only hope that anyone who
actually knows is as principled as you.

[♪♪♪]

MOIRA:
Hi, Dad.

Remember me?

It's your baby, Moira.

I don't know if Mom told you...

but it's your lucky day.

I'm gonna be taking over
the family business.

[LOU GASPS]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]