I'm your mother.
A mother protects her children.
- I did protect you. - By leaving me?
By hiding you.
I was being hunted,
and I didn't want you to be hunted, too.
And how about moving in next door
and not telling me who you really are?
I suppose you did that to protect me, too.
And to get to know you
without our history getting in the way.
And we did get to know each other, didn't we?
To like each other.
Why are you here?
I'll tell you if you put the gun down.
Please? You shot your father.
Do you really want to shoot your mother, too?
Tell me.
After all this time,
why are you here?
You know what I wish?
I wish someone would come in here right now...
and see us together.
Why now?
Because they found me. The Townsend Directive.
Dominic and Raymond could stop them.
I tried to make them.
You can be angry at me for that, but...
I just wanted them to do what was right.
They refused.
So you came here?
- Why? Did you think I could stop them? - No...
but I needed your help finding the one other person who can...
Ilya Koslov.
I want the truth.
That is the truth.
I know who Ilya Koslov is
and that you didn't need my help to find him.
That is the reason... that and to get to know you
so that we could be family again.
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Mr. Reddington, we've been through
every file four times now.
Are you sure this is everything you confiscated from Orion?
Yes. This is every file.
Elizabeth still isn't answering.
Perhaps if you told us the name of the woman
who abducted you in Paris, we could help you find her.
She doesn't have a name. She's a ghost.
Think of a name, any name, and that could be it.
We know she used the alias Constance Drucker.
And we also know she's close.
Why didn't she say goodbye?
You were sleeping, sweetie, and she had an emergency at work,
but she asked me to give you a big hug
and tell you how much she loves you.
And she has someone you care about in her custody?
She does.
Hey. How's our houseguest?
She'll be fine.
Who you should be worried about
are the feds sitting on the apartment.
They saw Keen come in.
They're gonna wonder why she's not coming out.
Then handle them. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Can you tell us what it is that she wants?
She's on the run. People are after her,
and she wants to know how to stop them.
Do you think he's still alive, this friend of yours she has?
She did try to kill you, remember?
Hung you up like a Holstein.
Killing me wasn't her plan.
She wants answers, so she tried to con me first.
When that didn't work, she tried advanced interrogation.
That didn't work, either.
So, yes, I think my friend is still alive,
but I think she'll employ any means necessary
to get what she wants, to get inside his head to...
Krilov.
The whack job who scrambled my brain like an egg?
What does that mean?
It means he scrambled my brain like an egg.
Dr. Bogdan Krilov
is the underworld's foremost expert
in accessing the subconscious.
The man can get anyone to talk.
Krilov's in prison.
Which means she'd have to hire a protégé.
You really think this woman's using recovered-memory therapy
to get inside your friend's head?
Maybe, but if she is, Krilov would know with whom and how.
- I need to see him, Harold. - No, that's not possible.
He's at ADX Florence. He's in lockdown 23 hours a day.
I'm sure you could get him out for a quick visit.
He's a significant security threat.
If I've learned anything in this life,
it's that anything is possible.
Uh, guys, I think we're missing a file here...
46-J.
That's the stack Agent Keen was cataloguing last night.
You don't think she took the file?
She still isn't answering.
I'm gonna check on Elizabeth.
Harold, see if you can round up Dr. Krilov.
Donald and I have some catching up to do
with the dreamweaver.
Who's this guy?
All right. We're finished. She's live.
Who's live? And who are you?
What, are you kidding? SSG. We got the apartment mic'd up.
Command never called us about SSG.
Well, then take it up with command.
I'm not gonna stand here and debate it in the street.
Now, you want the TRF receivers or not?
They're in the corner.
You know, Cooper never notified us of a surveillance pack.
I'll be damned if this is coming back on us.
Aah!
_
You understand Krilov is not just in solitary.
He's in control. With the worst of the worst.
Alone 23 hours a day, and he seems to like it like that.
Guy doesn't even come outside when he's allowed.
He speaks to no one, by choice, so he's certainly not gonna
voluntarily talk with some FBI agent.
I don't want to talk to the guy any more than he wants to talk to me.
Krilov. Visitor.
Agent Ressler.
I've been dreaming about this day.
Well, that makes one of us.
Open the door!
Elizabeth.
Nobody.
- Cooper. - Harold.
We have a problem.
What's going on? Any word from Agent Keen?
No. The apartment's empty,
with clear signs of an altercation.
This falls on us, Harold.
We shouldn't have let her go alone.
Have Dembe check in with the agents stationed outside.
Maybe they saw something.
I'll call them and let them know he's on the way.
Yep.
What is it? Where are they?
Raymond. Blood.
No need to notify your men, Harold.
They won't be taking any phone calls.
_
Oh, I wish I could help, but I didn't see anything.
Thank you. Mister...?
Uh, Gregory Flynn. Two N's.
What's going on?
Agent Park, FBI. And you are?
Maddy Tolliver. Is there something wrong?
Well, apparently, there's been some kind of crime.
A crime? What happened?
Did you see or hear anything unusual in the past hour?
No, I was... Does this have anything to do with Elizabeth?
You know Agent Keen?
Of course. She's my neighbor.
- Please. Tell me she's okay. - We're checking on it.
Um, if you think of anything... give me a call.
- Did he talk? - I'm done.
There are police everywhere, FBI.
- So he didn't talk. - That's why they're here?
Because you have another hostage?
Did he talk?!
- No. - Then you're not done.
Like hell I'm not.
Let me know when Ilya's ready for another session.
If you won't ask him questions...
I will.
What Berdy did was not okay,
but if I let you go, it'll stop me
from getting the answers I need.
What I'd like to do is take this gag off so we can talk.
I don't want to put it back on,
but if you scream, I'll have to.
So... can we talk?
Where's Agnes?
I took her to Shelly's for a sleepover.
I told her something came up and you had to go to work.
See for yourself.
Hi, Beth. It's me. Can I talk to Agnes for a sec?
I would never hurt her.
Hi, honey.
How are you?
Chocolate-chip pancakes?
Well, I wouldn't want to interrupt that.
I just wanted to say I love you.
Okay? Bye.
So...
let's talk.
Harold still hasn't located Elizabeth.
No one in her building has seen her,
and they can't get a signal off her phone.
First Ilya. Now she's got Elizabeth.
She thinks she's staying ahead of us.
I fear she might be getting a little ahead of herself.
As I'm the last person you want to see,
I assume I'm the only person who can do what you need.
Which gives me the leverage to set my terms...
time served, a new identity...
and, um...
glass of chocolate milk.
Make it two.
Hershey's or Nesquik?
Or maybe you're a Bosco man.
What do you want?
To kill you.
For working with Mr. Kaplan.
For betraying my trust.
For hurting Donald in an attempt to hurt me.
Well, that's what we want.
And if you're smart, you're gonna give us what we need.
A name of a protégé or colleague.
I work alone.
Mm. A competitor then?
A rival, someone's chipping away
at your business while you're in prison.
And if you play nice, well,
maybe we'll kill him instead of you.
And you are an FBI agent?
Yes, I am. And I work with Raymond Reddington.
So you do the math.
Yeah. Okay.
Victor Skovic.
Where can we find him?
- Tongji. - Where's that?
It's not a where. It's a who.
Tongji is supposed to be
some kind of a Chinese miracle worker.
He's rumored to provide a place
where people go to find unfindable things,
to forget the unforgettable things...
a back-alley bazaar
where he brokers whatever you need
to ease your pain or dull your mind.
As far as I know, Tongji only exists as a myth.
He's not a myth.
He's very real.
And he brokers jobs for Skovic.
Then it looks like we're taking you on a little field trip
to meet Mr. Tongji.
After all these years,
after what I'm sure everyone had told you about me,
I didn't think there was any way you would give me
the benefit of the doubt,
that I was actually here to put an end to it...
to the running, the hiding, the living in fear.
I don't believe you're afraid of anything.
I lost you once.
I'm terrified of losing you again.
You say you need me to find Ilya Koslov,
but I know that that's not true.
You had him in Paris.
In Paris?
I know who Reddington really is.
- He told me. - He told you?
He's the real Koslov,
and he turned into Reddington 30 years ago to help you escape.
He told you that?
Well, Dom did, and Reddington, he confirmed it.
He saved your life.
And you repaid him by torturing him within an inch of his.
You don't understand.
No. You don't understand.
He may not be my father,
but Reddington, this Reddington,
has watched over me my entire life.
You say you want to get to know each other?
To be a family?
Well, he's a part of that family.
And if you can't be on his side,
I can't be on yours.
What if I can prove he's not on your side?
I don't think there's anything you can say
that would convince me of that.
That's why I'm not going to say anything.
I'm going to show you.
I don't think this is a good idea.
She shouldn't be in here.
This man, I've met him before.
He's friends with Reddington.
F-F-Frank...
Elizabeth. His name isn't Frank.
His name is Ilya Koslov.
I'll be there in five minutes. Make sure Skovic has him ready.
That file doesn't prove anything.
Why should I trust you?
You have absolutely no reason to.
But I think you know it's the truth.
If Reddington isn't Koslov, then who is he?
That's just one of the mysteries
I intend to pull from Ilya's head.
How could you not know? Ilya's your friend.
He was my best friend,
until he conspired with your grandfather to have me killed,
blown up in a car bomb.
That isn't what Dom told me.
No. Dom told you Reddington was Koslov.
He lied to you to hide the truth,
that he tried to assassinate his own daughter.
Why would he do that?
Because if the people hunting me saw me die,
then the person he really cared about would be safe.
You're his child. Who could he care about more than you?
No.
That can't be true.
I'm a mortal threat to you,
a mother whose very existence
puts her daughter's life at risk.
My grandfather tried to kill you to protect me.
And in the process, he killed the man I loved.
I disappeared after that.
To heal.
I started over and was...
content.
Until they found you again.
The Townsend Directive.
They took away my life once.
Now they've done it again.
No, they didn't.
I did.
I'm the reason they're after you again.
I went looking for you.
They found out.
They followed my lead.
You were looking for me?
Of course I was.
You're my mother.
This is a waste of time.
I couldn't get anything out of him.
- I'd like to go now. - Where?
Out the door and into the arms of the police?
I have no interest in dying here.
You're not going to die, Victor.
Not if, from now on, you do exactly as I tell you.
Sit down and keep your mouth shut!
I just got a call.
The Kazanjian brothers pulled into town.
We need to step up our timeline before it's too late.
Good news, Ilya.
Dr. Skovic's done with you.
The bad news is...
I'm just getting started.
Let's go, let's go, let's go! Keep these vehicles moving!
I need open spaces here!
Hey!
Wrong garage! Take a walk!
We need vehicle.
You just picked the wrong garage.
You hear me?
Aah!
Fortify the bumper on that Chevy.
You have 30 minutes.
So, you and Krilov have a history.
What exactly did he do?
He got inside my head, planted a false memory,
tried to convince me I killed a national-security advisor.
And now we're working with him?
It's been a slippery slope.
You think?
Have a seat right there.
I'm here to see Tongji.
- You have appointment? - I do not.
You got to have an appointment.
Tell him it's Raymond Reddington.
Mr. Reddington, you no appointment,
you no see Tongji.
Come back when you have the appointment!
I have a gun. Does that count as an appointment?
And I have a friend with a gun... two appointments.
He's not reachable.
Why don't you tell Tongji
that Bogdan Krilov wants to see him?
Dr. Krilov!
Of course, sir. Dr. Krilov.
No smoking!
My God.
Hello, my friend.
They said you were in prison.
They said you would die there.
They were wrong.
Are you okay? Do you need help?
Listen. I'm looking for someone,
the man who took my place.
Victor Skovic.
Do you know how to find him?
I may. But I'm not telling you.
Tongji. This is important.
Skovic's gone. He's under contract.
- With whom? - Some woman.
Uh, I don't know her name.
Uh, she had a handler.
Berdy Chernov.
The man we're looking for is Victor Skovic.
- What do you know about him? - I know that, as we speak,
he's sucking whatever he can from the depths
of my friend's cerebral cortex.
Berdy Chernov is the man who brokered the contract.
- Are you familiar with him? - I am not.
- I am. - You are?
Chernov. I know... I know I've heard that name.
From work? A case? An article you read?
The wedding. A wedding.
A few weeks ago, Elodie and I crashed this wedding.
Well, she actually... she stole these name tags,
which is quite easy to do, by the way,
because they just leave them right out there in the open.
- Aram. - Yeah?
- Berdy Chernov. - Right. Okay.
So, I'm standing there wearing this name tag,
and this guy comes over to me, thinking that I am Frank Bloom.
The wedding. Was it at the Fremont?
Yeah. Why? Were you invited?
Frank Bloom is an alias for my friend.
He went to that wedding to meet a contact
and get the name of a man involved
in my abduction in Paris.
But he gave it to you instead because you stole his name tag.
Like I said, they just leave them out in the open.
Chernov. What can you tell us about him?
I can tell you that is not the name he goes by.
Can you tell us what name he does go by?
No. But I can get it.
I can get it. I can get it.
When we land, Krilov comes with me.
Revenge doesn't suit you, Donald.
I'm taking him back to prison.
Are you?
I wonder.
Okay. So, the guy who thought I was Frank Bloom
gave me this.
Chernov's alias is Gregory Flynn.
Mean anything to you?
- No. - Okay, we're on it.
I'll let you know as soon as we have a lead.
You crashed a wedding?
I know. But, uh, I got to say...
it was pretty awesome.
Gregory Flynn. Find him. Now.
Yep.
What is it? The Townsend Directive?
A bounty, an incentive to kill me.
Can it be called off?
I'm betting my life on it.
I'm still looking for the answers I need,
but I don't think you're gonna stop me from getting them, are you?
I've always lived my life
very much in the moment.
But what does one do
when the moment is filled with...
anxiety and dread?
I assume that was a rhetorical question.
Agent Park, how long have you been here?
Uh, the whole time.
Dembe, has Harold texted you
any new information on Gregory Flynn?
- No. - Who?
Are we giving you a lift somewhere?
D-Did you say Gregory Flynn?
Yes. If we can find him,
we can find my friend.
And Agent Keen.
- Possibly. - Definitely.
He lives in her building.
After the protective detail went missing,
I canvassed the neighbors. One of them was Gregory Flynn.
He lives across the hall from her.
Dembe, pull over.
Agent Park, you are a treasure.
I hope you don't mind, but, please,
get out.
Wait. What? Are you serious?
There's another rhetorical question.
I'll call Chuck and Morgan. You call Heddie.
We're gonna need them very fast.
Oh, hey. Just in time.
I've been dealing with Krilov. What's going on?
The name you got, Berdy Chernov, he and the woman from Paris
live across the hall from Agent Keen.
- We're heading there now. - Have you heard from her?
Yeah, thank God. I just patched her through to Mr. Cooper.
Well, is she okay?
- I'm fine. - Where have you been?
I had an issue with Agnes, but it's fine now.
I-I found something while I was out.
Thought it was a lead, so I chased after it.
You found a lead after you left the office?
Yeah, but it didn't go anywhere.
Now I'm stuck in traffic, on the way back from...
Agnes. Where is she?
Uh, at a friend's. Why?
There was an altercation in your apartment.
The woman from Paris, she lives across the hall from you.
What? Maddy Tolliver? Are you sure?
We got her, Elizabeth. She won't get away this time.
Have you sent a team?
We're on the way. Get there as soon as you can.
They know.
If they know, Reddington knows.
They're on their way.
They've probably already set a perimeter.
I can't leave without getting the answers I'm looking for.
If you stay and try to find them, you will be caught.
And killed.
Elizabeth.
Please. You still have time. Go.
You don't need to be a part of this.
- What are you gonna do? - I don't know.
But I don't want you to get hurt.
Please. Go.
What is it?
Elizabeth, please. Talk to me.
What if I can get you out?
Agents Ressler and Mojtabai, FBI.
We need a perimeter on that building...
Evergreen to First and Dove Hill Road to Brighton.
Copy. Any details on the suspects?
White female, late 50s, possibly accompanied
by a white male, both likely armed and dangerous.
Nobody goes in or out of that building until we're on site.
We'll lock it down.
They're everywhere. We're not getting out.
I'll get you out.
Your friend's in no shape to walk.
What on Earth did you do to him?
- You got to leave Ilya. - Not before I get answers.
If you want me to get you out of here alive, you've got to leave him.
And we got to go now.
This isn't going to work.
Sure it will.
It'll work.
Agents Ressler and Mojtabai, FBI.
Who's running point? I am. Dan Lynch, MPD.
- We spoke on the phone. - What do we know?
Perimeter's secure. No sign of the suspects.
- Nobody in or out. - What if Agent Ressler
personally knows one of those officers?
It's unlikely.
District has more than 4,000 sworn officers.
We'd have better odds of being killed by a vending machine.
Ready your men. We breach on my go.
Whoa. Breach? We're just gonna storm in?
- What about HRT? - I got an agent in there.
I'm not waiting on anyone to make contact with.
We go in fast. You and your men secure the perimeter.
Nobody answers unless you hear gunshots.
Yes, sir. It's your death warrant.
Here we go.
My husband, Tom, and I
specifically chose this apartment because you can access
the service corridor from the parking structure.
How far does it run?
Only to the back of the building, but...
and don't tell the super... I may have opened a small access
to the city's underground utility chase.
That runs for blocks.
- Boss. Hey. He's here. - And Elizabeth?
No sign of her or anyone else.
But your friend, he's in bad shape.
Get him out of there.
I got an injury! Need a paramedic!
- What do you got? - He took a beating.
- His breathing isn't right. - Let's get him in the back.
Heddie. You're out of time.
Agents Ressler and Mojtabai, FBI.
Who's running point?
Dan Lynch, MPD. What's going on?
- What do you mean they're on site?! - We just got here.
And what about our suspects?
Do you want me to follow?
No, we stay put until we see her.
You two. Head that way.
There's a service ladder just past the fire riser...
50, maybe 60 yards.
Hold on. We're not splitting up.
All of us together? That's too conspicuous.
This way, if we get caught, only two of us get busted.
No, I am not leaving you with her.
Berdy, listen to the woman.
She's trying to help. I trust her.
Go.
Now. Go.
This door leads to the street.
You get a car.
I'm gonna double back, try and stall them.
Elizabeth.
I am gonna make this up to you.
I promise.
Go.
Raymond, we have to go.
They'll be closing down the street soon. You can't be here.
She slipped through our fingers again.
I'll be damned.
Keep your distance.
We want to do this very quietly.
Okay. Thank you.
Agent Keen.
Thank God you're okay. Come on.
We were so worried.
I came here as fast as I could.
- What'd you find? - Just the equipment.
Wait. Reddington's friend?
Gone.
MPD finished a sweep of the building.
We were too late.
But you can ID her, right? Your neighbor?
Yeah, of course.
We'll send out a description, put out a BOLO.
What's her name, by the way?
- Her name? - Yeah, the woman from Paris.
- All we have is her alias. - Yeah.
What was her real name?
Maddy.
Maddy Tolliver.
Now?
Soon.
When we're a little further away
from surveillance cameras and prying eyes.
Raymond.
The Kazanjian brothers will kill you, too.
Death must be so beautiful.
To lie on soft brown earth...
with the grasses waving over one's head.
To be at peace.
I welcome that one day.
Well, you didn't get far, now, did you?
Picked him up on 39th.
He was traveling with another man, but we lost him.
I'll take it from here.
Who are you?
I'm the guy you're gonna help.
I want you to know how relieved I am
that you and your family are safe.
I also want to apologize.
I told you I'd protect you, and I didn't.
You have nothing to apologize for.
I believe I do.
As it happens, I believe you do, too.
You told me you got a lead after you left the office.
We both know that's not true.
No, it's not.
I know that you took a file,
that you didn't want us to know what you saw in it,
who you saw in it.
I also know that you'd only do that
if it was something very personal.
The photo in the file. Was it her?
- Yes. - The woman from Paris
who abducted Reddington, the woman we've been looking for
is your mother?
She isn't who I thought she was.
The reason she moved in next to me...
she's looking for answers that could save her life.
Has she found them?
No, but I hope she does.
I don't envy you,
being caught in the middle between two ruthless outlaws,
trying to pick a side.
Personally, I sympathize,
but professionally, there is only one side to be on.
- Reddington's. - We have a deal with him.
We give to get.
And he doesn't kill FBI agents.
The men stationed at your building are missing.
That's indefensible.
And if she did it, I'll walk her into prison myself.
But I'm not on Reddington's side or her side.
I'm on the side of the truth.
And right now Reddington's hiding that from me, and...
my mother isn't.
Thank you, Morgan.
Medical team will be here in 10 minutes.
I didn't tell her.
Did you hear me?
She doesn't know.
You need to rest.
We don't need to worry about her anymore.
What exactly are you planning on doing here?
The right thing.
Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it.
Money can't buy him a reduced sentence.
Erasing your memories can.
I am terribly sorry, Mr. Krilov.
Don't worry, I'm still bringing you back to prison.
But, first, we have some unfinished business.
You scrambled my brain, and I'm here to make sure
that you never do that to anyone else.
I met my mother.
I know you didn't want me to.
But I did.
She told me you lied to me about who Reddington really is.
I don't understand why you did that...
or why you'd try to have...
her killed to protect me.
You tried to kill your own child.
What kind of person would do something like that?
I can't figure it out.
But maybe she can.
Maybe she can find out everything
you're trying to hide from me.
It's over.
What is?
The woman.
Aram told me she'd been living in your building,
feigning kindness, watching Agnes.
But it's over. She's dead.
W-What?
How?
Gunned down in the street less than an hour ago.
How do you know?
I saw it happen. Two heavily armed assets.
They took her body because
they came for a bounty.
She's dead.
She is.
Elizabeth, go get Agnes. Take her home.
I've been reading to Dom.
We're halfway through "Beowulf."
Grendel's mother, now, there's a woman to be reckoned with.
Hello?
Did he believe it?
Katarina?
Does he think I'm dead?
What happened? What's going on?
I bought us time to find the answers we're looking for.
At least I tried. Did it work?
Like a charm.
This is our secret.
No one can know.
I need to know you can keep it a secret.
Of course I can. I'm a Rostova.
I need to disappear for a stretch,
let things cool down.
But when the time is right,
when I have the answers, I will find you.
Might be a week or a month, but I will find you.
We will end this.
I love you, Masha.
Be safe.
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