It's fine where it is.
Call the doctor! Are you all right?
Ooh!
Ooh, I'll muddle through.
I'm okay.
Braxton-Hicks. I'll be okay, really.
Hey, Jess?
Easy. Lurch's hackles are up.
Let's go, ladies.
We can't lose that car. Go. Go!
They're half a block back.
Not for long.
Shame. It was a nice ride.
Zack. We've spent the last 40 minutes
being regaled with stories of Abe's latest visit to Phoenix.
Fascinating as it is to hear about
the new culinary options at sky harbor airport,
I don't come here to talk to Abe. No offense, Abe.
I had some trouble with the missus. You know how it is.
But end of business,
your money's gonna be cleaner than a nun's browser history.
While you're redistributing,
an investment opportunity has come up.
I need funds in that amount.
What are you buying this time?
Another herd of akhal-teke horses?
Oh, god, no.
Although one could never have enough of those beautiful animals.
There is, however, a floundering cruise line
in urgent need of a bailout.
Elizabeth! I'd like to introduce you to one of my accountants,
Zack Smoll.
I'm an FBI agent.
Mr Reddington is my Ci, which forces me to ignore his crimes,
which will no doubt include murdering you
if either of you ever tell anyone.
On the other hand, I am under no obligation to ignore your crimes.
So before you commit any while I'm here,
I suggest you all run along.
Hey.
Someone over-caffeinated this morning.
You said you had a case.
Your government's witness protection list has been stolen.
You know who stole it?
No. But I know who's going to steal it next.
A stolen luxury vehicle in Atlanta
being pursued by the private security
contractors hired to protect it.
A car with its own security guards?
This was a Jewel heist that netted over $10 million in diamonds,
perpetrated by a heist crew known as the harem.
Ew.
Well, this harem is an elite group of female thieves
who steal only from other criminals.
And with the witness protection list out in the open,
the timing is no coincidence.
Every one of those witnesses would be in danger
if their identities get out.
Which makes the list extraordinarily valuable.
And irresistible to the harem.
Catch them in the act of stealing it,
and you'll save the lives of everyone on that list.
How, exactly, are we supposed to catch them in the act?
You can't. And if you can't beat them,
as the saying goes...
Join them.
That's Reddington's plan to put you undercover on a heist crew?
The harem is responsible for a number of high-line thefts.
The disappearance of half a dozen paintings
from the Ostergard museum in Denmark in 2012.
Those thieves were arrested
in Luxembourg a year later, weren't they?
Not before the harem stole the paintings from them.
Lowry fool's gold, a Mexican drug lord's prize racehorse,
went missing in 2014.
Reddington says the harem auctioned it for $6 million.
When they hit the national bank of Belize,
they emptied out the top-secret safety deposit box
of a French arms dealer.
The leader of the harem is a woman named Margot Rochet.
She's staying at the Fairborne under the alias Kate Morgan.
How do we get her to believe that you're some kind of elite thief?
Reddington says he knows someone she worked with in the past
who can vouch for me.
What makes you think I know Margot Rochet?
A little birdie told us.
It's the same little birdie who told us
that you have a brother doing six years for armed robbery.
Vouch for agent keen here
and maybe Jimmy will get out in time for the super bowl.
I knew Margot.
She likes to know the people she works with.
Control.
She'll smell a lie on me a mile away.
We'll go over our story until we forget it's a lie.
You're still gonna have to prove yourself.
Sorry to disturb you, ma'am. I need to check the mini-bar.
Oh, I didn't drink anything.
I'm so sorry. Hotel policy.
I can come back later, but I would have to come back.
Oh. Go ahead.
Okay. I will be down in about 10 minutes.
Okay. Yes, I know.
Then call him and tell him we'll be back out.
The deal's not negotiable.
Do nuts count?
Because I had a small bag of salted almonds.
Whatever, I couldn't resist. Sue me.
Give me one good reason
I shouldn't take you upstairs right now and kick your ass.
I'll give you 73.
My name is Liz Crawford. I want to join the harem.
And what do you do, Liz Crawford?
I read people.
I tell people exactly what they need to hear
in order to do exactly what I need them to do.
I got oil men in north Dakota to invest in a bogus casino deal.
Did a couple runaway bride gigs.
Worked with Craig Gaynier.
He can vouch for me.
Hm.
You're either very good, Liz,
or you're very bad news.
You're not going anywhere until I find out which.
Margot, what the hell?
I'm sorry about the restraints.
But as I recall, you never seemed to mind being tied up.
This pretty little thing says you two worked together.
True? Yeah.
Liz Crawford. Real estate con in Tallahassee.
Read the mark like she was his childhood friend.
Wish we had eyes in there.
Take was $2 million.
$2.1. Accuracy is...
Everything in this business. I remember.
There is one boss here.
You do as I say.
And no questions asked.
I understand. Good.
Shoot him.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I'm told the feds are kicking your baby brother for good behavior.
And since his behavior is never good,
that means he cut a deal or you cut one for him.
That's crazy. I'd never do that.
Never sell me out to save your own flesh and blood?
I told you to shoot him.
Shoot him yourself.
I gave you an order.
No, you gave me a test. And I'm gonna tell you why I passed.
You don't need blind followers.
What you're interested in is loyalty.
I've worked with Craig. I'm loyal to him.
Take me on, I'll be equally loyal to you.
You are good.
And you're right. Loyalty is everything.
But I still haven't forgotten Majorca.
Welcome to the harem.
So, we dangled Gaynier out there and now he's dead.
And after we get that WITSEC list, Margot will pay for that.
We have Intel on the rest of the harem. Aram.
Right. Okay. You already know Margot Rochet.
She's a former federal corrections administrator.
Has a network of prisoners and guards
trading anything for Intel into the criminal world.
That must be how she learned about our deal with Gaynier.
Sasha Lau.
She graduated from Smith in '08.
Couldn't find a job,
so she put her degree in actuarial science to work,
planning crimes.
She designs the heists.
Jessica Piha is a chameleon.
She can blend into any crowd, but she is impulsive.
An adrenaline junkie.
I can't ID Emma knightly.
We know from the audio on agent keen's wire
that she sounds like she's from England,
but other than that, I'm drawing a big blank.
A rackets informant in witness protection
was just murdered in Dubuque.
Jordan Pomaville.
Here we go. It's starting.
Tell Reddington. See if he can find who did it.
That person has the list or knows where to find it.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Gentlemen.
I'm Carter Wilson.
I spoke with your associate on the phone.
I'm not entirely certain what I can do for you, Mr Lockhart.
I'll be blunt, Mr Wilson.
Whistler cruise line is sinking.
The band is on deck and warming up nearer, my god, to thee.
We're having some difficulties...
Running aground on endangered coral reefs,
E. Coli at the buffet,
sailing half-empty ships.
Your difficulties are about to land you in bankruptcy court.
How on earth did you hear about that?
Have you ever been to Mont Saint-Michel?
Tidal island in Normandy.
The only way in or out used to be a causeway
that disappeared at high tide.
To reach the other side
was a matter of knowing when the tide came in
and seizing the opportunity before it arrived.
I'm afraid I don't follow.
I'm offering you a causeway, Carter.
I bail you out, you transport my cargo.
What kind of cargo?
It could be Dutch tulip bulbs to New York,
ghost guns from Danao.
But instead of hypotheticals,
allow me to assure you that plausible
deniability is the best option.
I save your business, you don't look too closely at mine.
This job is hard.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
It's for anxiety.
Depression. Pain.
Mental, physical, definitely spiritual.
This should help.
Hair of the dog.
But that wasn't a dog.
That was a woolly mammoth.
You're a funny drunk.
Chatty.
Chatty?
Couldn't shut you up.
That's embarrassing.
I mean, how embarrassing was it?
Not embarrassing at all.
Good.
That's a relief.
It was more revealing.
How revealing was it exactly?
Enough for me to know what you're really about.
Now get some sleep. We got a big day tomorrow.
The guy your government was protecting
was murdered by Tony Giannusa.
Giannusa's New Jersey mob.
Justice has a pending racketeering case against him.
Not if their star witness is dead.
If Giannusa gets us to the WITSEC list,
why don't we go after him ourselves?
Because you don't know if he has it or where to procure it.
If you arrest him, you'll never find out.
Only agent keen can ascertain that.
Keen's gone dark. No contact.
You have protocols in place for when she does make contact.
And an understanding that she'd reach out day one.
She didn't.
She will.
But only after she's won their trust.
Keep me informed, Harold.
I want to know when Elizabeth checks in.
Smoll?
I've tried him twice.
Try again. I want to know the minute the transfer is complete.
To get the WITSEC list, we need to get Giannusa alone.
We've got leverage over him once we do.
What kind of leverage?
Giannusa had a courier transporting diamonds through Atlanta.
We stole them. He wants them back.
The robbery spooked him.
Now he's hiding behind his security team at the Vegas strip.
We're going to Nevada?
No, Giannusa's strip club downtown.
Armed guards here and here.
Closed circuit cameras with motion sensors and night vision.
All we gotta do is figure out a way to get past them.
Or maybe we don't.
Looking for something special?
Oh, my god.
What's all the racket?
I pay you girls to dance, not stand in the back
clucking like a bunch of hens in hair extensions.
And what you got there, Lexie?
Ooh!
You know who I am?
I know you're missing 72 stones just like that one.
You want them back?
Be at the Menchaca produce warehouse tomorrow morning at 10:00.
I don't walk out of here in 30 seconds,
you'll never see your diamonds again.
Giannusa's not with them. Pay up.
Bollocks.
You may want to call your boss.
What the hell are you saying?
What?
Hey.
You said the diamonds would be at the warehouse.
No, I didn't.
I said you'd get them back if you went to the warehouse.
You didn't.
Now we get to talk in private.
This one says she "reads people".
Like those FBI mind hunters who predict behavior.
That's nonsense, right?
But I will be damned if she didn't just predict yours.
The diamonds are in a locker at the bus depot downtown.
You get the locker number and a key on two conditions.
- I'm listening. - One.
Tell us who's got the WITSEC list.
Two.
Burn this place down.
Figure out who's got the list?
Ever heard of the hacker Helldritch?
Of course. That guy's hit political
candidates, government servers.
He just released thousands of classified documents online.
The guy's a national security nightmare.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Giannusa's contact with him was digital.
As soon as we get a location, we move.
So how's that cover holding up?
Margot's on board.
Emma...
Something's off.
Has Aram had any luck with her background?
No. It's like her ID was professionally scrubbed.
Tell him to keep looking. I'll do some digging on my own.
I wanna figure out who this woman is.
Something feels off about her.
She works for you?
I placed Emma knightly in the harem
so she could keep me posted as to their criminal activities.
So what, she could tell you what they were planning to steal
so you could steal it first?
Something like that.
If you already had someone inside, then why add me?
Because Emma went silent.
You're telling me she turned?
Who is she anyway? Aram says her records have all been scrubbed.
Yes. By MI6.
So she's a British agent.
You can't think the FBI
is the only law enforcement agency I have a relationship with.
Elizabeth, none of this changes the fact
that the WITSEC list is still in play.
She knows who I am.
Emma knightly can be trusted.
I wouldn't have put you in otherwise.
You wouldn't have put me in if she'd been reporting back to you.
So whether or not she can be trusted remains to be seen.
What's so urgent?
I found our in.
To Helldritch? That was fast.
I do a lot of favors.
This cute little chola I had a fling with
who leased server space to Helldritch for a ransomware scam.
She'll know where Helldritch is.
Why don't you bring on your social engineer with you?
She's proving to be quite an asset.
When I said the job was hard,
I meant working for Reddington.
Don't worry, the others don't know.
How long has it been?
Almost eight years.
I was working as an analyst on low-level immigration cases
when he cut a deal.
Reddington works for MI6?
I don't know.
I left.
I went to work for him full-time.
Why would you ever do that?
I was starstruck.
He made me feel like I was the center of his universe.
It was exciting and captivating,
and it consumed me.
My work. My marriage.
I had no idea how many lines I was crossing
until it was too late.
It's never too late.
Spoken like someone who's still in the honeymoon phase.
Trust me, that ends.
You should get out before it does.
She knows you're FBI?
Keen, we gotta pull you out.
Margot's contact says Helldritch is in Hong Kong.
We have no jurisdiction there.
Our only shot at recovering the WITSEC list
is to have the harem steal it, and I've got to be there.
And if Emma rolls on you?
She won't.
Why? Because Reddington's got his hooks in her?
We can't let the harem steal the WITSEC list and run with it.
She's with Margot. You said so yourself.
I know you're worried about me, and I appreciate it.
But I trust her.
I'll make contact from Hong Kong.
That's the fourth message I've left.
Should I send someone?
We'll know soon enough.
Carter!
I'd stand, but after all these years,
I still get aroused when I close a deal.
I closed a deal. You didn't.
What are you talking about?
Your bitcoin transfer never arrived.
Ugh.
Something's come up and my accountant is unreachable.
Will soon be remedied. You'll have
your money before close of business.
I already have it. I made a deal with someone else.
With whom, may I ask?
Baldur Magnusson.
You know him?
Mr Wilson, good day and happy sailing.
Baldur Magnusson. That's a coincidence.
I don't believe in coincidences.
To stealing from thieves.
Mm.
You want one?
Mm.
Ooh!
Whoa, listen, uh...
Hey.
It's about loyalty, remember?
To the group. To me.
You're either in or you're out.
So what's it gonna be?
Am I interrupting?
This doesn't concern you.
It doesn't?
Run along, little girl.
Helldritch's home is a fortress.
Hong Kong's premier hotel for the rich and paranoid.
Helldritch is the only permanent resident
and he was just granted asylum,
so he's ready to celebrate.
He's retrofitted the penthouse with
top-of-the-line security measures.
Guards at every door, cameras in every room.
Everything is controlled by an RFID transmitter.
Radio frequencies emitted by the chip
communicate with every system in the suite.
This thing is top shelf.
It includes a gig of storage, which
is where he keeps the WITSEC list.
Problem is, the chip's implanted in his hand.
So? Shoot him.
Or, ooh, cut off his hand.
There's a microprocessor in the chip tied to his heart rate.
If he dies, so does the chip and everything on it.
Artificial heartbeat.
The chip needs to be plugged into the device
within 20 seconds of being removed from Helldritch's hand.
Security is state of the art.
Break a window, touch a statue, the whole suite locks down.
So how do we get inside?
We'll have one in the basement.
En route. Ninety seconds out.
One in the Van, spotting.
And you three in the bar.
Now, wait for Sasha's go-ahead, and then...
We crash the party. Can't wait.
About last night...
It was nothing.
You protected me.
I have a son.
A junior at boarding school. He plays soccer.
I go to visit him sometimes, or at least I try.
I usually just end up sitting in the car watching him practice.
I want to talk to him, but I don't know what I'd say.
About what I have become.
You act like it's too late.
It isn't. You could still get out.
I dream about that.
The life I had.
Wishing I could get it back.
I can help you.
The WITSEC list, when we get it back, I can get you on it.
Testify against Margot.
Start over.
Ladies.
Target is on site.
It's go time.
You have officially RSVP'd.
Bedroom is down a hall, east side of the suite.
Take a left.
Making our way to the bedroom, Margot.
Sasha. Clear to breach?
Looping footage now.
Security's blind for five minutes.
I've got eyes on the target.
The girls should have the bedroom ready by now.
You are clear for approach.
Congratulations on your citizenship.
Thanks.
Hong Kong recognizes talent when they see it.
I heard you're a man of many talents.
Oh. Please elaborate.
You are able to find certain people.
I don't know what you mean.
I think you do.
The WITSEC list.
Tony Giannusa and I are friends.
Got anywhere we can talk business?
Target is on the move.
Who are you?
We were waiting for the loo. You've been ages.
What are you doing?
We only have two darts.
What the hell?
Oh, hell no.
Get something to restrain him!
Somebody want to tell me what the hell's going on?
Jessica, find something.
I'm looking.
Help! Security!
Here. Use this belt.
Is he still alive?
Ninety seconds until system reset. I'm locked out after that.
Got it.
Okay. We gotta go.
You good?
Oh, god.
Hey, are you okay?
Ooh, I'll muddle through.
You've got blood on your face.
Uh, go. We'll be right behind you.
Where the hell is Emma going?
What's going on?
She's on the move.
She took the chip.
She's using our exit strategy.
We gotta get out of here.
Jessica's down!
You know the protocol. Split up.
You rendezvous when the heat's off.
Screw protocol. Jessica's dead! Emma's got the list.
See you in 72 hours.
Wait, wait. What about Emma?
Margot!
I'm gonna need your security badge.
And your phone.
The whole thing went sideways. Jessica's dead.
The rest of the harem, I don't know, they split up.
Margot and Sasha are leaving the country under aliases.
Eva Taylor and Lily hum. Aram, can you...
Tracking them as we speak.
What about the list?
Emma took it. You were right.
Elizabeth, you know her.
Clearly, I don't.
You do. More than any of us. What did she tell you? Think.
She burned MI6. Burned Reddington, the harem.
She has nowhere to go.
Oh, my god. That's it.
Hello, Emma.
How did you find me?
He looks just like you.
I've missed so much. I don't want to miss any more.
I can't let you sell the list.
I can't let you fund a life on the run
by exposing innocent people on that list.
I don't think you understand me. I'm done.
I know the consequences.
I have to stop.
I'm out, Raymond.
There's a cabin in Vermont on lake Champlain.
Remote. Simple.
Once you're settled, you will open a bank account.
Money will be transferred into it
to cover expenses, will's education.
Why are you doing this?
If you wanted out, Emma, you should have come to me.
I didn't think that was an option.
I'm sorry.
So I'm out?
The list.
You need to let her go.
Emma's disappeared.
You got to her before we could?
Yes.
The list.
She betrayed you, so you killed her
just like you killed Mr Kaplan.
Elizabeth.
And I'm just supposed to look the other way, right?
Just like I look the other way from all the terrible things you do
because they're for the greater good, just like this list.
You want to kill someone the government's protecting.
But you can't find them, so you had us find this list for you.
Years ago, a Wisconsin housewife named Maureen Rowan
was outside in the wee hours with the family dog, dodger.
It was absolutely frigid.
No one in their right mind would've
been out in that kind of bitter cold,
and if not for dodger's aging bladder,
I imagine Maureen would have been fast asleep.
But as fate would have it, her neighbor, Alexei Lagunov,
the avtoritet of a Russian Bratva,
felt, given the late hour and windchill,
he and his boyeviks could move a body from his basement
to the trunk of an associate's car without being observed.
They didn't count on dodger's call to nature.
So Maureen had a choice between
remaining silent or doing the right thing.
She chose to testify.
And while she helped bring Alexei Lagunov to justice,
she also forfeited the rest of her life in doing so.
She's on that list.
Who is she to you?
Maureen Rowan is Kate's... Mr Kaplan's sister.
I didn't need to find her.
I just needed to
make sure no one else can.
This doesn't excuse what you've done.
No.
No, it doesn't.
Raymond.
I told her because I felt it was important for her to know.
I understand.
Margot Rochet.
You're under arrest for the murder of Craig Gaynier.
Margot Rochet is in custody,
and Sasha Lau was just picked up at Seatac passport control.
Helldritch is facing charges in Hong Kong
in connection with Jessica Piha's death.
And what about Emma knightly?
Agent keen recovered the WITSEC list from Reddington.
What that means for Emma knightly, I can't say.
- Where is he? - He's gone.
How much did he take?
Oh. He's gone, Mr Reddington.
The missus said it was a heart attack.
And the money? Where's the money?
I don't know. Nobody knows except Mr Smoll.
He would've transferred it to an untraceable account,
then arranged for the bitcoin wire to pay for the ships.
If the wire wasn't made, all that money,
it's still just sitting there
in some anonymous account... That could be anywhere in the world.
Thank you, Abe.
Smoll didn't have a heart attack. Someone killed him.
Someone determined to start a war.