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(SOFI TUKKER'S AWOO PLAYS)

* I know
I did not raise a wrist

* I know I did not capture it

* It came
* It came

* It went
* It went

* It conquered quick

* I was there and then I quit

* Awoo
* I know
I did not raise a wrist

* I know I did not capture it

* It came
* It came

* It went
* It went

* It conquered quick

* I was there and then I quit

* Awoo

(HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

PHOEBE: Truly a labor of love,
to be able

to bring this magnificent
collection to our city...

Where have you been?

They're about
to start.

Well, you left your clutch
in the car there.

...Mr. Greyson Blaise.

(APPLAUSE)

* I know
I did not raise a wrist

Thank you, Phoebe.

You are truly
a patron of the arts.

Speaking of patrons
of the arts...

Napoleon.

His first wife was unable
to bear him a child,

so he dumped
the Empress of France

for the
Archduchess of Austria.

He got a child,
and she got a magnificent

gold and silver necklace
consisting of 234 diamonds,

and what is
widely considered to be

the most spectacular
jewelry piece of the age.

It's here, and on loan
from the Smithsonian.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is with great pleasure

that I give to you
the Napoleon Diamond Necklace.

(APPLAUSE)

* I know
I did not raise a wrist

* I know I did not capture it

* It came
* It came

Lock everything down.
The necklace has been stolen.

(ALARM BLARING)

* I was there and then I quit

(CHATTER)

You've been
a naughty boy.

You said
you had to have it.

* Awoo

* Elevators in your eyes

I can't believe
you're back.

I have so many questions
for you,

like where
you've been.

I'll tell you later.

* And you look me down

* Now I run the risk...

But it's done? You're back?
Yeah.

I'm never
gonna leave you again.

* You told me
that you're anxious

* You seem to let it go

Ow, my foot.
Oh. (SQUEALS)

So sorry.
Oh, I'm out of practice.
It's okay.

(TOY SQUEAKS)
Oh, my God!

(CHUCKLES)

When did she
get so big?

Was I really
gone that long?

(SIGHS)
Oh, it happens fast.

You know
what we need?

To have sex?

We need
to get married.

We never
got married.

Yeah.

Great. (CHUCKLES)

First,
let's have sex.

Okay.

Mm.

I'm so sorry I'm late.
Um, last night was crazy.

No time, Keen.
No more excuses from anybody.

I gotta answer
to the DOJ and Panabaker

and a new FBI Director
who likes results.

And Reddington's acting like
it's summer vacation.

Well, I don't wanna
make excuses for Reddington,
but...

Then don't.
...if his contacts
are compromised

like he says they are...

I don't buy that
for one minute.

The man knows people,
criminals.

He's plugged in to
an entire ecosystem
of deviants.

I have a hard time believing
he's suddenly so compromised

he can't be of help
to us.

No, he's playing grab-ass
by the pool

between naps
and happy hour.

Where are you going?

We are going
to find Reddington.

I've had a teenage son,
and the best way

to handle a man
with no aim in his life

is to
confront him directly.

REDDINGTON: Myron,
I'm in your debt.

Lotta good that'll do me
if the boys find out
I was here.

Your associates
are buzzards.

But you, my friend,

will always be welcome
at my table.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

This man gets us
to a man named Dennison,

and Dennison gets us
to the suitcase.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Elizabeth. Mr. Cooper.

Harold, Elizabeth, please sit.
Have a siu mai.

Is there somewhere
we can talk privately?

Greyson Blaise.

Your room,
an office?

You want a Blacklister,
I'm giving you one.

Or are you here
to play ColorKu?

An absolutely
infuriating game.

Although, I do love
the way it looks.

LIZ: Greyson Blaise?

Isn't he the one
who circumnavigated the globe

in a hot-air balloon?

And raced at Le Mans
and trekked across the Sahara

and stole Van Gogh's
Poppy Flowers

from a museum
in Cairo.

He's an art thief.

A thrill-seeker.

A Van Gogh in Cairo.
A Picasso in Rio.

And last night in New York,
a necklace...

The Napoleon necklace.

Blaise is a rising star,
and he's using dark money

in politics
to spread his influence,

buying loyalty
for the inevitable day

when the next thrill ride
he chooses to go on

is to run for something.

King, perhaps.

So how do we
get to him?

There's an auction in Zagreb
36 hours from now.

I'm told
Blaise will be there.

Taking down someone
with Blaise's profile

is exactly
what we need right now.

Yes. Unfortunately for you,
Harold,

I'm not telling you
about Blaise so
you can take him down.

What?
I'm telling you about him

so you can help me
go into business with him.

And why would I
help you do that?

Because you need
a powerful CI,

someone people fear.

And if my world learns
I'm aligned with Blaise,

people will be terrified.

Blaise isn't gonna
align with you

if he knows
you're broke.

Which is why we must
convince him that I'm not.

Fine.

But you're not
going to that auction alone.

Keen, Ressler, and Navabi
are going with you,

and I don't want
any arguments.

Who's arguing?

I need a ride,
you've got a jet.

(DOOR BEEPS)

CHO: What the...

We're closed today.
How did you get in here?

We need to talk.

COOPER: Okay,
give me the rundown.

What do we know
about this auction?

Uh, not much,

and according to
Mr. Reddington,
that is the appeal.

Apparently,
it's an upscale affair

run by Juric and Bauer,
the boutique auction house

which is hosting
the event in Zagreb.

RESSLER: According to
their website,

their auction features
rare and exotic coins,

stamps,
decorative arts.

You know the international
one-percenters

are gonna be
crawling all over the place.

Which means
high security.

Fortunately, the company
uses a computer system
to log guests.

I was able
to locate their servers

and add
a new profile.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

SAMAR: Lovely.

Who am I
going to be this time?

ARAM: Yasmin Shahidi,
the only daughter

of an Iranian
textile manufacturer

who made a fortune
selling private estates
in Beverly Hills.

LIZ: What about Reddington?
With all that security,

it'll be too risky
to bring him in the front.

Once you're inside,
you're gonna have to
find an alternate entry.

South stairwell.
30 seconds.

(SPEAKING CROATIAN)

(GRUNTS)

Nice work.

RESSLER: All right.
Look, don't touch.

Or bid.
I know the rules,
Donald.

Well, humor us
and try to follow them.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

This is fun.

Out and about,
a glass of bubbles...

Just try
to keep a low profile.

The last thing we need
is someone to recognize you.

Truth be told,
being stuck stateside

has left me feeling
somewhat smothered
as of late.

Oh, my goodness.
Look at those Guan vases.

And that flatware.

Did you know Nancy Reagan,
she could dress a table

specifically for that night's
guest at a moment's notice.

Russian Silver
for a tea with Gorbachev,

Italian silver
stag-head stirrup cups

for a last-minute supper
with Sinatra.
Can you imagine?

Sinatra?
I can't imagine.

Let's find a paddle card
and a catalog.

I'd be lying
if I said

I didn't enjoy dickering over
an heirloom now and then.

NIK: I just finished
my shift.

I'll be home
in 31 minutes.

Yep, I use Waze
to find my way home.

Don't let
the scrubs fool you.

You're engaged
to a moron.

I'll be home soon.

Whatever it is,
the answer is no.
Two minutes.

Okay, less.
Please.

AUCTIONEER: We move on,
then, to lot 348.

Might I remind you
that this rare collection

includes the finest known
bronze cent...
I don't see him. Do you?

...from each mint,

including the unique
1943-D bronze penny,

which PCGS has certified
at 68 out of 70.

Shall we open the bidding,
then, at $1.8 million?

Did you hear me?
He isn't here.

$1.8 million now.

$1.8 million.
What are you doing?

I can't resist.
Are you insane?

Elizabeth,
we're at an auction.
I have to bid on something.

You don't have
any money.

Harold does,
and it's important for me
to keep up appearances.

I can't go around
looking like a party pooper.

(SCOFFS)
$2.4 million.

Anything under 3
for the bronze Lincoln penny
is highway robbery.

It's a steal.
Knock it off.

All through?

At $2.4 million?

MAN: 3.
$3 million.

Gentleman's bid now
of $3 million.

Sold to you, sir,
at $3 million, paddle 143.

Well, at least
we got his attention.

NIK: Reddington's her father?

I can't say
I'm surprised.

I'm sad for her.
That sucks, but what does
this have to do with me?

TOM: Nothing.
That mystery has been solved.

But this one, hasn't.

Who is that?

I don't know.
That's why I'm here.

I can't help you.
Whoever is in here,

this is the dying wish
of a good woman, all right?

Mr. Kaplan died so that Liz
could find this skeleton

and identify
the remains.

Liz is an FBI agent.
Why can't she have the
Bureau ID them?

Because she doesn't
know about them yet.

Your two minutes are up.

If I tell her now,
she will tell Reddington.

If he finds out before we
ID the remains...

We?
He will find a way make sure
she never learns the truth.

There is no "we."

The last time I helped
you guys keep a secret
from Reddington,

he almost killed me.

(ENGINE STARTS IN DISTANCE)
I get it.

(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)
Kaplan didn't
leave instructions?

No, just a number to call
when I picked up the suitcase.

She has a confederate.

Maybe he has
the answers you need.

I was really hoping
to get them from you.

I really should go.

AUCTIONEER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

we come now
to our next item up for bid,

a lovely work
of craftsmanship.

Raymond Reddington.

I didn't know
you were a collector.

Yes!

But $3 million
for a book of coins

is a bit rich
even for my blood.

I'm sorry. I don't believe
we've had the pleasure.

Greyson Blaise.

Colleen Williams.
Anna Cartwright.

I'm surprised
to see you here, Raymond.

I heard you were,
uh, struggling.

If you're struggling,
you're alive.

They say that your associate,
the woman,

she, uh, she tried
to destroy you.

Anna, those are
lovely earrings.

Mm, they were a gift
from Greyson.

Cheers!

Wow. Those are
just exquisite.

Uh, may I?
Yeah.

Rumor has it
you may be in the mood

to unload a certain waterway
in the Aegean Sea.

Oh, I suspect you know
surprisingly little

about my business dealings.

Perhaps, or perhaps there's
a leak in the boat, Greyson,

one we'd need to
plug before hopping
into the canoe together.

I don't think I should be
seen with you here.

Yet you understand
that running an enterprise
such as mine

requires a network
of trade routes

which could prove
quite profitable

to a man
with your resources.

Go on.

(KNIVES CLANGING)

(TAKING A GAMBLE PLAYS)

I, I don't know
where Dennison is, honestly.

I'd tell you
if I did.

* I'm taking my chances

* With all the odds
in my favor

Do you like carrots?

Yeah, sure. Why?

Good.

Are you making us, a meal?

* If I could fix
that fortune wheel

* I wouldn't
have to think twice

* Don't wanna risk
that sort of deal

* If I'm in control
when I roll the dice

* I'm placing my bets

* I'm playing my aces

* Laying my cards on the table

* What more can I do?

* I'm taking a gamble on you

We should give thanks.

All praise
is due to Allah,

who gave us
food and drink,

and whose wisdom
may guide us

toward a resolution
of our conflict

that doesn't involve
hospitalization.

This is how
you're gonna get me

to tell you
where to find Dennison?

I believe one gets more flies
with honey than vinegar.

I have also studied
the Behavioral
Change Stairway Model

developed by the FBI's
hostage-negotiation unit.

If the goal is to get one
to tell something

they don't want
to tell...

empathy and rapport
are vital.

* With all the odds
in my favor

* I'm shootin' for the moon

* And takin' a gamble on you
This tastes amazing.

(CHUCKLES)

* I'm shootin' for the moon
Red or white?

Red, please.

* And takin' a gamble on you

* It's a gamble on you

* Takin' a gamble on you

To finding Mr. Dennison.

What am I thinking? This is
neither the time nor the
place to talk business.

Let's go somewhere,
have a drink.

BLAISE: I don't think so.
It's getting late.

A nightcap, Amaro, perhaps?
Anna?

I have
an early morning.

Well,
if you change your mind

or care to see the Rembrandt,
give me a call.

Wait.

The Rembrandt?

Storm on the Sea of Galilee.

That painting's been missing
for nearly 30 years.

Missing? The thing's hanging
on the wall of my house on
Lake Como.

Oh, my gosh. That's it.
I don't know why I didn't
think of it earlier.

We're having a get-together
at the house Saturday.
You should come.

You have a house
on Lake Como?
That's not far from me.

Why didn't I know that?

It's a fairly
recent acquisition,

papered, of course
to ensure my privacy.

I'm throwing a birthday party
for a friend.

Drinks in the garden.
We can talk a little shop,

and you can experience
Sea of Galilee
in the flesh.

I'm busy Saturday.
Mm.

But if my plans change,
I might, try and swing by...

for the Rembrandt.
(CHUCKLES)

Cheers, Raymond.

I thought
you were broke.

I didn't know you had a house
on Lake Como.

I don't.
Then why did you tell him
you're throwing a party there?

It was the first thing
that came to mind.

I hope Harold's
still in the office.
Can you call him?

And say what?

That we need
his checkbook.
We're throwing a party.

COOPER: You want the FBI
to throw you a party?

Why on God's green earth
would I agree to that?

REDDINGTON: Because I told
Greyson Blaise

I was throwing
a party.

I'm sorry,
I'm just so confused, Harold.

Do you not
like parties?

I'm trying to figure out
why you promised Blaise

he could see a painting
you don't own

at a party
you're not throwing

at a home on Lake Como
which you don't have.

I had to
say something.

RESSLER: And what if
Blaise doesn't show?

REDDINGTON: The man
is an art collector

who has an opportunity
to see a magnificent painting

that's been missing
for 27 years. He'll show.

The FBI isn't exactly
in the business of, uh,
throwing criminals parties.

Let me worry about
the house and the party.

I only need your assistance
acquiring the painting.

The Sea of Galilee
was stolen in 1990.

No one
has seen it since.

Amalia Hammett
sees it every day.

It's sitting
on an easel

in the living room
of her apartment in Paris.

How do
you know that?

I brokered the sale.

And you want us
to steal it back.

The woman is in possession
of a stolen work of art.

The FBI can't seize it
in Europe,

and while you could
request a joint operation
with the French,

I'm not sure
they'll let you

lend it to my estate
on Lake Como.

So yes,
you should steal it.

Hey, Navabi,
you got eyes?

SAMAR: Not yet.
Any minute.

Aram says her
calendar indicates that
she and Marius

have a manicure
every Thursday at 11:00.

RESSLER: He sounds like
a real heartthrob.

Who is this guy,
her boyfriend?

More like her bitch.
I'm on the move.

You gotta
be kidding me.

Speaking of
loyal companions,

uh, how are things
with you and Aram?

Lovely.
Thank you for asking.

You and I
got a problem.

I'm touched.
You're jealous.

Not quite. The old lady's
coming back with her hamster.

The painting, it's not where
Reddington said it would be.

What are
you talking about?

The Sea of Galilee,
it's not here. It's gone.

Well,
Hammett's on her way up.

(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Do you speak English?
I just need some directions.

I'm sorry,
young man.

I'm very late.

All right, Navabi.
You gotta go.

She's on
her way up now.

The Rembrandt,
where is it?

Excuse me!
What are you doing
in my flat?

I have no earthly idea
what you're talking about.

Out!
Get out!

I'm calling
the police.

You're not
calling anyone.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

It's amazing.

How'd you convince the owner
to let you use it?

I haven't,
but I will.

Sometimes being notorious
has its perks.

I know
I've thrown a lot at you,

so please,
take time to discuss.

So, you want
to take our house.

Ah, not take.
Borrow.

ANALIA: Ah.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

We'll let you two talk.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Maybe you could just
rent a different house.

One doesn't simply rent
the kind of estate

I would have
on Lake Como.

Besides,
I told Blaise we had a garden.

They'll come around.

No.

What?

My husband, Paolo,
he says no.

Analia,
who plays the piano?

Paolo.
REDDINGTON: I see.

Please tell Paolo
he's hosting a party
tomorrow afternoon.

He can either drink champagne
and tickle the ivories

or spend the rest of the night
locked in the wine cellar.

(ANALIA SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hmm.

What kind of music
would you like?

(LAUGHS)

We know that you bought
The Sea of Galilee

that Reddington
brokered the sale.

Now, you either tell us
where it is right now, or...

HAMMETT: Or what?

Who are you anyway?
You're not French Police.

You have no right
to come into my home.

You're right,
we have no right to be here,

which should tell you
that we're very serious people

with a serious need
for the information
that we are requesting.

And since we're willing
to break into your house,

there's no telling
what we'd be willing to do
to you or Marius.

How did you know
my dog's name?

Where is
the painting?

What do you mean
she sold it?

It's gone,
out of the country.

That back-stabbing
old bird.

She promised that
if she ever decided to
let that painting go,

she'd allow me
to broker the sale.

Donald,
we need that painting.

It's not here
and we can't get it,

so I hope
you have a plan B.

I'm out of the game!

Dale, hear me out.
I'll double your highest fee.

Raymond,
I like you, I do.

But this isn't
about the money.

The thrill is gone.

Right.

You know what,
never mind.

It would've
been impossible.

What's impossible?

No, I get it.
I'll go.

What are you trying
to duplicate?

Galilee.

Impossible!

Nobody can
recreate Rembrandt.

You'd have to be
a fool to try!

Uh, forget I asked.
It was a mistake.

You're on
to other things.

How long
until you need it?

24 hours.

You'll have it in 20.

(CARMEN L'AMOUR EST
UN OISEAU REBELLE PLAYS)

Christoforo.
(CHUCKLES)

Hello,
old friend!

Yes, a party.

(LAUGHING)
Yes, yes.

Why would I
not invite you?

No, no, no.
Where are you?

Si, si.

Yes, a party.

Yes, yes! No, no, no!

No, no,
bring Basillo and his wife.

No, no, no. Si .

Yes,
and the sister, too.

Si, si, si. Yes.

Grazie mille.

REDDINGTON:
You look nice.

Thank you.
You look...

What is that?

I only brought
one suit.

I had to borrow something
from Paolo.

What color is that,
pumpkin?

It looks like
a pumpkin.

His wife says
it's Tuscan Sunset.

Ah.

Where's Ressler?

On his way,
which is more than
I can say for Blaise.

According to the tracker
I put on his girlfriend,
they're still at their house.

Ah, yes, the tracker.
About that.

The men just finished
a security sweep.

Found this.

LIZ: What do you mean, you
intended for the tracking
device to be found?

To gain his trust.
I told Blaise he had a mole.

The tracking device
confirms it.

Reporting what?
I don't...

Get her out.

No, Greyson,
baby, please!

Greyson!
Get off!

Greyson!

Anna Cartwright
is not a spy.

No, she's a con artist
and a thief.

But she's innocent
of this,

and by framing her,
she could be killed.

She won't be killed.
She'll be banished.

To rebuild,
I need Blaise.

And to get to him,
I need his trust.

Where the bloody hell
is Ressler?

How'd you know
about Anna?

I didn't.

Raymond Reddington did.

Perhaps I should attend
his little party after all.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

LIZ: Okay.

The good news is
Ressler is en route

and the painting will be here
in 20 minutes.

And the bad news?
Blaise just walked in.

Of course he did.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Greyson! Welcome.
Raymond.

It seems like
the rumors of your demise
have been exaggerated.

Fake news,
curse of our times.
(CHUCKLES)

So, where's this painting?

I have
absolutely no idea.

So many rooms,
so many masterpieces.

Let's wander.

I'm sure we'll
stumble upon it eventually.

Cheers.

(HORNS HONKING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Welcome to Geo.
Can I help you?

Yeah.
I just need to change

the, uh, billing address
on my account.

Sure, I can help you
with that.

You all right, man?
Uh, yeah.

Let me
get your number.
It's 202-555-0105.

Mr. Dennison?

You don't have to
call me Mr. I'm sorry, man.

My wife just, uh,
(CHUCKLES) just left me.

Oh, no, no.
That's fine, uh, Albert.

No worries.
I'll get that billing address
changed for you.

Just, uh, let me get
the last four of your social.

Seven years we've been
together, you know?

Sorry.
And she's sleeping
with her boss?

What?
And now I'm the one
who has to move out.

And I found that apartment,
you know?
I remodeled it myself,

and now I'm sleeping
on my buddy's couch.

And she's banging a guy
named Phil!

That's messed up.

You know, the guy wears
a bowling shirt, all right?

The kind with his,
his nickname

embroidered right on
the front,

and it's, it's "Chesty,"
all right?

She picked a guy
named Chesty over me.

If I could just get
that new address

where you want the bill sent,
I'll fix you right up.

I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

It's, uh,
it's 618, uh, Hillgrove.

Great.

So, uh, you want me
to discontinue the copy

being sent
to the Kinsey Street address?

That's fine.
I don't even, uh, get it.

I just
pay it online.

Nah, it says here
you still get a copy

sent to
319 Kinsey Street.

I'd be a completely
silent partner.

Harold Lloyd hanging
from the clock tower,

risking all,
saying nothing.

It's an
interesting proposal.

My goods
run through your ports.

If I'm caught,
you disavow,

if I'm not,
you get 5% of the profits.

10% and you have a deal,

if you show me the painting.
Yes.

Of course,
it looks even better

if you've got a glass
of champagne in your hand.

Where is
that young girl?

Don't move a muscle.

Finally!

Apparently,
genius can't be rushed.

Careful!
It's still wet.

There's an entrance
on the south side
leading into the study.

Analia,
just in the nick of time.

No, enough with the champagne
and the stalling.

Do you have the painting
or not?

As a matter of fact,
I don't.

Truth be told,
I'm broke.

I knew it. And this,
all of this, the estate?

It belongs
to Analia here.

The caterer.
And the pianist, Paolo.

They lent it to me
under duress.

Is that true?

Si.

Leaving so soon?

As far as
I'm concerned, sugar,
it can't be soon enough.

Oh, but you haven't seen
the painting yet.

What's this?

We were just, uh,
taking it down to...

I don't understand.
You said
you didn't have it.

I don't. You do.

That's why my men
were taking it down.

A gift to commemorate
our new partnership.

It's beautiful.

So much more vivid
than any photograph.

The colors jump out,
almost as if the oils
on the canvas were still wet.

Dale has spent
two long years
restoring it.

And now it's yours.

No. I'm sorry,
but I couldn't.

You could,
and you will.

Wrap it up and load it
into his vehicle.

* She's trying
and she wanna know

I don't know
what to say.

Go. Enjoy.

We'll talk tomorrow,
set things in motion.

Thank you,
Raymond.

* We trying and we wanna know

* We trying
and we wanna know *

I can't believe
it worked.

Almost.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Inspector Scutari?

Yes, hello.
I'm calling about
the stolen painting.

Si,
the Rembrandt.

He did what?

RESSLER: It worked,
the entire plan.

Blaise agreed to
align his operation with
Reddington's,

and then,
Reddington turned him
in to the Italian police.

Apparently,
it was all pre-planned.

There was an art-crime
inspector waiting for
Reddington's call.

Sir,
you seeing this?

(CHATTER)

ARAM: So Mr. Reddington
gave the forgery to
Blaise as a gift,

then set him up
to get arrested with it?

COOPER: This makes no sense.

The whole reason to go there
was to convince Blaise

to do business
with Reddington.

So he played us,
but why?

I told you.
The reason we're here
is to rebuild my empire.

By partnering
with Blaise,

by getting him to vouch
for your financial situation.

That is a lily
I may have gilded,

but it's a lovely evening
on Lake Como.

Let's not spoil it picking
the sense from the nonsense.

Where are you going?

Blaise's mansion is about
15 minutes from here,

and inside it
is the cornerstone

on which
I can begin to rebuild.

Are you telling me
that this entire thing,

the forgery,
the mansion,

the 150 bottles of wine
and Blaise's arrest,

were all an
extremely expensive
and elaborate ruse

so that
you could rob him?

Yes.

Cool!

Cool?
May be the wine

or the fact that I have
no legal jurisdiction in Italy

or that Blaise
called me "sugar" earlier,

but yeah,
I think it's really cool.

(ENGINE REVS)

Help you
with something?

What are you doing?
Why aren't you
destroying everything?

Destroying?
I'm sorry, who are you?

They haven't notified you?
We're on the brink
of a Level 4 breach!

What is your name?
My name?

Caden Gard,
Chief International Council
for your employer.

I have some
attorney out here,
Caden somebody.

I'm only here because Blaise
has been arrested
less than 20 minutes ago,

and within another 20,

this place is going to
be crawling with Carabinieri.

I called ahead,
gave explicit instructions

that everything
was to be destroyed.

We just got a tip
from our man in Interpol.

They said that...
That Blaise was arrested.

What do you think
I'm standing here for?

Miss Chloe and I
are only here

because this is
a Single Scope SCI sweep.

I don't know
what that is.
Oh, my God.

Where is Peniford?

Peniford?
All right.

Radio your team,
everyone!

Tell them I'm on site
and we're at Tier 3, okay?

Miss Chloe,
contact our man in Interpol.

Find out
how much time we have.

If anyone shows up,
the alert word is "pumpkin."

You, inside.

SECURITY OFFICER:
We're Tier 3.

MAN: Huh?
Cellphones, pagers,
anything with a chip

needs to go
in the microwave right now!

Egidio says the police are
on their way, 15 minutes,
maybe less.

You. Can you access
the security feeds?

Yes, sir.
Get there and destroy them.

Okay people, listen up,
Sugarfoot has been arrested,

and time is of the essence.
We're Tier 3,

but this is
what we prepared for.

You all know
the protocol.

This is now officially
a Single Scope Operation.

You and you,
I need you to find
anything with a hard drive,

get it
in the bathtub.

You two,
you're on paperwork.

Anything with numbers
gets burned.

Somebody show Miss Chloe
the financials.

And you,
show me Yankee Bob White.

Sir?
The safe!

Where's the safe?

Oh, my God.

He's keeping financials
on the entire staff.

This could implicate
all of us.

Take it downstairs
and burn it.

You, get me the combination
to that safe.

Take these.

Before we get killed,
you mind telling me
what we're looking for?

Blaise's passports,
find them, shred them.

Miss Chloe, time?

Six minutes
and counting.

Some of the records
are on paper,
but Mr. Blaise,

he keeps the important docs
on this thumb drive.

The passports!
Go, now!

What about
the painting?

Dance?
The Picasso?

Get it out of here,
anywhere.

Have them
put it in my car.

(GASPS)

Take it.

What?
Take it.

Uh...

The Lincoln Penny?

That's what we're here
to steal, a coin?

Do you have
the thumb drive?

Threw both of Mr. Blaise's
desktops in the lake.

Uh, the police
may find them,

but the drives
are toast.

Listen to me.
Good God, man, listen.

If you make it out,
there's a small hotel
in Paris,

3241 Rue de la Mare.
Say it back.

3241 Rue de la Mare.
Go there.

Get a room under the name
Mr. DeLacey. Say it!

Mr. DeLacey.
Right.

I'll make contact
when it's safe.

Until then, talk to no one.
Do you understand?

Good luck, mate,
and Godspeed!

(CHUCKLES)

Is that really a Picasso
in the back seat?

Yes.
That was a nice surprise.

(ENGINE STARTS, REVS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Harold,
you're obviously upset.

No, I'm not upset. "Upset" is
an emotional word.

My reaction
isn't about emotion.
It's about my job.

It's about you consistently
keeping me in the dark

and refusing to respect
my role as the head
of this task force.

And you know
what else it's about?

Your ego and your obvious
failure to understand
that this entire operation,

everything we're
trying to do here,
is hanging by a thread!

My mistake.
I thought you might be upset.

You lured us in,
acted like the only thing

you needed from us
was a ride to that auction.

The next thing I know,
my people
are stealing paintings...

To be fair,
stealing back a painting.

Or trying, at least.

Not to mention
half-a-dozen invoices

for a party
at a house on Lake Como!

Right.

Please don't forget
to pay the catering bill.

Those folks
were very, very nice.

After all of that,
what do we have
to show for it?

Nothing.
You handed Blaise over
to the Italian police,

so we don't even get credit
for the arrest.
True.

The Italians will get credit
for arresting Blaise

with The Sea of Galilee.

Of course, it's not
The Sea of Galilee,

which they will
undoubtedly realize shortly,

at which point
they will be forced

to release Blaise
with apologies.

So nobody gets him.
Wrong.

You get him, Harold,
you and this Task Force.

Because while the Carabinieri
have bogus evidence,

you have
the genuine article.

Fast, hard proof of
Blaise's criminal activities

all over the globe,

art heists,
missing masterpieces.

That necklace alone should be
enough to put him away

and get your new Director
off your back

for a long weekend,
at least.

What was in that house
that was so important?

Penny for your thoughts.

Why'd you do it?

Why'd you let me?

It wasn't the wine.

I'm scared of you.

Now more than ever.

Of who you are,
because...

you might be
who I am, too.

I let you do it because
it felt like the right thing
to do.

It wasn't.

But it certainly felt
that way because...

Because
you're my daughter?

In more ways
than I care to admit.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Are you Dennison?

Who did this to you?
(COUGHS)

What happened?
You okay?

Who did this
to you?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(ELEVATOR DOORS SLIDE OPEN)

I'm sorry.

(DOOR CREAKS)

REDDINGTON: Albert?

Albert, look at me.

Do you know
who I am?

You're a tough
son of a bitch.

Your loyalty to Kate
is admirable.

But you will die,
Albert...

here and now,
if you don't tell me
where that suitcase is.

Who has it?

I won't
ask you again.

(LAUGHS)

(CRYING)

(GUN SHOTS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(GRUNTS)

Hey, hey.

Who, why did I
pick up the suitcase?

Ole...

What?

Oleander.

Who's Oleander?

Find him.

Who is he?

What is,
what is Oleander?

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

NIK: Hey, it's me.
Nik, what's up?

I've been thinking
about this,

what you said.

I have no interest in getting
involved with Reddington,

but if what you said,

if you think Liz
is in some kind of danger,

just tell me what
you need me to do, okay?

Thank you.
Nik, that's, uh...

Thanks. Look, I don't
feel comfortable talking
on the phone. Can we meet?

Yeah.
Text me an address.

LIZ: Wow,
smells amazing!

Yeah, well,
hold your judgment
until you've tried it,

because I might end up
killing us all.

(CHUCKLES)
"Us all"?

What's going on?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Elizabeth,
good evening.

Hello!
What's going on?

Tom didn't tell you?
I was invited to dinner.

I set
four place settings.

Every time I see you,
you're with Dembe,

so I just thought
the two of you, you know.

I don't know
what I thought.

Thank you, Tom.
I regret I can't stay.

I have
another engagement.

Sorry to have
inconvenienced you,

but at least you'll have
plenty of leftovers.

Before I go,
let's have a toast.

What exactly
are we celebrating?

Tom's return,
of course!

Your family must be
very happy to
have you back.

I remember warning you
not to embark

on that silly adventure.

But nothing ventured,
nothing gained.

Welcome home.

Cheers.

So, what have you
been up to?