I'm not an errand boy. I won't be ordered about.
We'd like you
to make this go away.
We know about Keen.
What she's saying.
That you're N13.
Elizabeth's gone,
and she's taken
something of mine with her.
I suppose you also
think that she's responsible
for The Freelancer's release.
There's always more
to the story.
Where is he?
The work of a man
who disguises his killings
in the headlines
of everyday tragedies.
The arrest that you
made earlier. Mason Dieterle.
He burned down
my friend's restaurant.
I just got off the phone with
the AUSA reviewing the case.
He told me that your friend
passed away from her injuries.
I'm sorry.
You promised me you wouldn't
do anything to Dieterle.
I need to know...
did you break that promise?
No, sir.
We've been formulating
those binary structures
you gave us for weeks
and... I think
we've done it.
We identified the exact
structure of the Novichok agent.
Pig, hog, runt...
sow...
boar.
My brother's mantra.
When he was a boy,
he collected glass pigs.
He knew everything
there was to know about them.
Which sidegroup
is this?
Ethoxy.
It's more stable.
Easier to spread.
Harder to detect.
And lethal when
it contacts the skin.
Advertise your product or brand here contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today
This compound is 10 times
more potent than VX.
If there's a deadlier
nerve agent on Earth,
I'm not aware of it.
Call our buyer
in Durres.
Tell him the order's ready
and to expect delivery
in 48 hours.
Pig, hog, runt...
sow...
boar.
The road not taken.
Beauty school?
Yes.
That young woman's
great passion
that her single father
just can't understand.
It pushes them apart.
But instead of insisting
that she understand him,
he enrolls in beauty school
as well
and learns
to better understand her.
I think you understand
Elizabeth.
Probably more
than you want to.
Well, I'm not her father.
Maybe if I were, I'd want to
understand her even better.
Perhaps she wouldn't be
so determined to kill me.
Morning, Dembe.
Good morning.
Coffee?
Please.
Something
smells delicious.
Meat and potato pie.
Dembe brought it back
from Sarajevo.
You should try a slice.
Like all good things,
it's sinfully bad for you.
You said
you had a case?
Yes.
Thanks to Dembe.
He brought home
more than Bosnian burek.
You know that Elizabeth
used an interpreter
to contract
a bounty hunter.
I found him
in Sarajevo.
An effective chap
of ill repute.
Naturally, I assumed
the hunter's bounty was me.
Unfortunately,
I was mistaken.
How is not being a target
unfortunate?
It's unfortunate because
each time I think
Elizabeth won't go
to a darker place, she does.
Elizabeth wanted the bounty
hunter to kill someone else?
Not kill. Find.
Someone she wanted
to work with.
And why is that
so dark?
Because the person she's working
with brokers chemical weapons.
I don't believe that.
Her name is Mary Bremmer.
I'm not familiar
with that name.
Neither was I.
The bounty hunter was
unable to locate her,
but he put together
a dossier for Elizabeth.
Dembe got a copy of it.
Why would she do this?
The same reason
she worked to get
The Freelancer
released from prison.
You don't know
that she did that.
No.
But I know her endgame...
to break me and then kill me.
I think it's safe to assume
that she's using
The Freelancer
and Chemical Mary
to accomplish that.
You think she's in business
with a mass murderer
and a war criminal?
As I said, it's all...
quite unfortunate.
On the bright side,
I'm going to have a meeting
with The Freelancer's
expensive new attorney.
Word on the street
is that his client's
acquired identity papers,
passports,
and that
he's back to work.
I want to know
what he's doing.
So we'll see what
his attorney has to say.
The dossier on Bremmer.
It's incomplete, but it should
give you a head start.
Not a good time.
I'm doing it now.
But this is it, Agent Keen.
Once your target is eliminated,
you and I are even.
I think what
you're doing is wrong.
You're only making things worse
for Keen by pursuing her.
Agent Park,
you can rest assured...
I've heard it all before.
It's a luxury to stand
on the moral high ground
and critique those of us
on the low ground.
A lot of people
do exactly that.
Until they need my help.
I'll never ask
for your help.
Mr. Cooper called with
a headsup. We have got a case.
Okay.
is that
about your friend?
I'm so sorry.
Me too.
It, It sounded like
it might have been arson.
Not "might." It was.
Are there suspects?
There was,
but he disappeared.
Have you talked
to Mr. Reddington?
I mean,
he can find anyone,
which, in this case,
it might help, right?
I mean, if he found
the arsonist, you know,
justice, scales, balancing,
that kind of thing.
But then on the downside,
you'd be in his debt,
and,
that is a record scratch
through your favorite song.
I mean,
can you even imagine?
What was it
you said earlier?
That I'd never ask
for your help.
No, that couldn't be it.
I mean, the irony...
it's crushing.
No.
I can't imagine.
Of course you can't
because this is, like,
horrendous advice,
which you are clearly
way too smart to take.
Anyway...
I'm really sorry
about your friend.
Will you help?
You're asking me
to make it all go away.
Say it.
Make it go away.
And if I do this,
you're aware
I may someday
ask for a favor in return?
You may come to wish you'd
accepted the consequences
of your actions here
instead.
Are we good?
He has a video of me
on his phone.
We'll take care of it.
Like you were never here.
Reddington refers to her
as Chemical Mary.
This I.D. is more than
15 years old,
but it's the most recent photo we have.
What we know is this... Mary Bremmer
is a former MIT professor
in pathobiological sciences
who was fired for
ethical misconduct in '02.
Apparently she questioned the appropriateness
of a chemicalweapons ban, reasoning that if
nuclear weapons are an
acceptable deterrent to war,
why not sarin gas?
There's always a market for that kind of crazy.
I mean, I assume she's found a way to monetize it.
Yeah.
The CIA thinks so.
According to Langley,
Bremmer supplied the weaponry
for the chlorine
carbomb massacre
in the Abu Sayda market.
As for the assassination
of Kim Jongnam,
Bremmer's role, if any,
is still being investigated.
I know. It doesn't seem possible.
Well, because
it's not possible.
Agent Keen would never work
with someone like this.
No, Agent Keen wouldn't.
But she's not an agent
anymore, is she?
Yeah, but you don't
know her like we do.
Maybe that's why I can see
what's really going on.
What's going on is hard.
On all of us.
But the only way to find out
what's really happening
is to find Agent Keen.
And right now
finding Mary Bremmer
is our best hope
of doing that.
Okay.
Intel placed Bremmer
in the Idlib Province in 2013,
supplying sarin to Assad forces.
Now, a NATO operation
intercepted her convoy.
Bremmer's vehicle was overturned during the attack.
Now, the shipment was stopped,
but Bremmer escaped
and hasn't been seen since.
Bremmer's entire security detail was killed,
except for one man...
Ismael Aknoz.
At the time,
Aknoz refused to give
any information on Bremmer,
but after eight years
of isolation
in an FType prison in Ankara,
maybe he'll be ready to talk.
Ismael Aknoz? FBI.
We'd like to talk to you
about Mary Bremmer.
Well. This has
been productive.
We know
you speak English.
You want Bremmer.
So do I.
Nothing would give me more
happiness than to see her dead.
Okay. Great. You help us find her,
and we'd be happy
to oblige you.
Why do you want
to see her dead?
What difference does it make?
You were her partner.
In her convoy.
Why should we trust you?
It's her fault I'm here.
So she forced you to
transport chemical weapons?
We did not know
they were chemical weapons.
She told us we were moving
antitank missiles.
So she lied to you, which is
why you're gonna help us.
Thank you. No.
I hate her, yes.
But Americans?
I hate you more.
We knew you spoke English
because our boss
spoke with the Ministry of Justice.
Now, you work with us,
and they agreed
to move you
out of isolation.
We're offering you a gift.
No matter how much you hate us,
you should take it.
Your allied forces...
they could have stopped us
that day.
Arrested us, peacefully.
Instead, they set up an ambush
with an IED
and started shooting.
Taking the weapons
wasn't enough.
They wanted to make
an example of us.
And to do that...
they were willing
to slaughter us.
Take your "gift" and go.
Who let you in here?!
Your assistant.
Lovely fellow. Not very savvy.
Probably not best utilized
as the gatekeeper.
Perhaps better suited
to make coffee, chitchat.
I know who you are.
Tell me, when you go
on a business trip,
do you charge by the hour
while you're on the plane?
Or in the car
to the hotel?
Or how about when
you're enjoying
the adult entertainment
in your room?
Is your client
paying $1,000 an hour
for every hour or minute
that you masturbate?
My goodness. And the world
thinks I'm a criminal.
What do you want?
For Dick the Butcher
to have succeeded.
"Henry IV, Part 2,"
Act IV, scene II.
You've heard it.
"The first thing we do,
let's kill all the lawyers."
You seem like an appropriately
loathsome place to start.
Luckily for you, I want to know
where Alban Veseli is
more than I want to sully
my hands or reputation
by something so obvious
as disposing of you.
I don't know where he is.
But you know
how to contact him.
If I do that, how do I know
you won't kill me?
Because you still have
a debt to repay.
Elizabeth Keen paid you
to represent Veseli
with money
she stole from me.
I want it back.
You want me to give you back
my retainer.
Plus interest.
There's the phone.
Tell Alban his life
is in imminent danger,
that you can't discuss it over
the phone, and set a meeting.
I think this qualifies
as an emergency,
wouldn't you say, Scooter?
Look, I know we're jetlagged, so maybe
we're not making ourselves
clear. Aknoz was a dead end.
No, I know he didn't say anything.
So what part of "dead end" don't you understand?
He may not have said anything,
but I think
he told you a lot.
You have something?
I've been studying the photos
in the dossier that
Mr. Reddington gave us.
The bodies in the lead Humvee
from the convoy...
what do they all
have in common?
Other than being really dead.
Well, they're all burned.
You said Aknoz was, too.
That's what he told us.
He was disfigured.
Chemical burns?
No.
I think there may have been
an incendiary in the IED.
That Humvee burned
like a bonfire.
And Bremmer only escaped
after the explosion.
If everyone else was burned,
it stands to reason
that she was, too.
If so, she couldn't have gotten
far without any medical help.
Maybe burns like that will lead to hypovolemic shock
without timely
medical intervention.
It is a lifethreatening
condition.
Any legitimate physician
giving her aid
would have turned her over to the authorities.
So she found help
outside the established
medical community.
Dirtbag doctors without borders.
Sounds like a job
for Reddington.
Reach out to him,
see if he has
a medical contact
who knows the area.
Sir. The flash drive
that you gave me?
I got it back from my friend at the NSA.
Did he figure out
the passcode?
Please. He's not... He's not
that much smarter than me.
I mean, sure he knows pi
out two more places,
but should
one quinquadragintillion
really determine who has to buy
the hot wings on bridge night?
I don't think so.
So he couldn't open it?
Sorry.
Not technically, no.
He couldn't read the data,
but he was able to use
a USB traffic sniffer
to see the operation commands
which bear the signature
of a known hacker.
She goes by the name
of Rakitin.
And when I say, "she,"
I don't mean she's a woman.
I mean, she could be.
or a man.
I'm... I'm trying to
alternative pronouns
instead of defaulting
to the generic "he"
to represent
a man or a woman.
Rakitin could be
a he or a she.
Or a they.
This is good.
We know who the hacker is,
but we still need
to find out what he...
or she... hacked.
And we won't know that
until you crack the passcode.
Right. I'm on it.
Tell your NSA friend
he did good work.
And buy hot wings for the month?
Yeah... I don't think so.
And they know
to call us right away?
Yes. They do.
The minute The Freelancer
sets foot on U.S. soil,
we'll know.
Good morning!
Would you please tell
Dr. Grundig
that Lloyd Wilke is here?
Do you have
an appointment?
Mine is a lifetime
appointment.
What a pleasant surprise.
Quite the environment
you've created here, Mickey.
I can't tell if I'm in a waiting
room or a gentlemen's club.
My mouth is positively watering
for a smokey singlemalt
and a smoothdraw
Tatuaje Fausto.
Well, a good first impression is imperative
to setting the tone for
a satisfied patient experience.
Hah! My goodness.
How far you've come.
You know they used to
call Mickey here
the BackRoom Butcher?
If there was
a cash payment involved,
he'd operate,
no questions asked.
Colleen, the break room could
use a fresh pot of coffee.
You mind?
There wasn't a medical
procedure in the book
you wouldn't perform...
or at least try to.
Of course that was after
they stripped your license.
Cocaine, was it?
But you kicked that
and saved up enough
to buy a brandnew identity
from me and look at you now!
Raymond. Please. If any of this ever got out...
Well, it doesn't have to.
Listen.
I'm looking for a woman
named Mary Bremmer.
Three years ago,
she had a mishap
near the SyrianTurkish
border.
Suffered terrible burns
requiring the kind of
discrete medical care
you once provided.
I don't know her.
But I suspect you may know
the sawbones who treated her.
You want me to sell out
another doctor?
Well, if it makes you feel
any better,
the patient trades
in chemical weapons.
She's a scourge
on the human race.
Help me find her,
and your past...
remains in the past.
I require a demonstration
before I commit
such significant resources.
I hope you don't mind.
Not at all.
I expected as much.
If, one of your men
would retrieve the briefcase
in my trunk?
Bujare.
What is wrong?
You asked for
a demonstration.
I'm giving you one.
Thanks to Mr. Reddington, we got the identity
of the physician who treated Mary Bremmer.
Yeah, but in Turkey.
It's gonna take us months
to obtain a search
and seizure there.
Given that his records may hold the key
to our tracking a purveyor of banned weapons,
Main Justice
authorized a shortcut
by working with
Turkish intelligence.
Hacking
his medical records.
So you were right.
She was burned in the Humvee.
Badly enough to require
multiple skin grafts
as well as personalized prosthetics.
Now, these photos were
taken within a few days of the incident.
But these...
were taken a year later.
No wonder
we couldn't find her.
We ran her current looks
through the Interpol database.
What did it kick back?
A single touch
or an inhaled droplet
disrupts the nerve signals
to his muscles,
his heart, and lungs.
In a matter of seconds,
breathing will not
be option.
Six nationalities.
Six aliases.
All active, but according
to passportcontrol archives,
the last one she used
was yesterday.
In Paris.
Madeline Toussaint.
Remarkable.
The delivery system?
One drop on the key fob
was all it took.
Odorless, invisible.
Lasts for days
on any hard surface.
Or load it into a crop duster
and take out a town.
It's up to you.
Killing's
never been easier.
For the last nine months,
Mary Bremmer's been living
as Madeline Toussaint
in the Batignolles district
of Paris.
She has a cover job as a quality
engineer at a chemical plant.
Contact Interpol. Have them issue a Red Notice
for Bremmer's conditional arrest and extradition
based on our charges.
Then let's get a team
to Paris.
I'll go to Paris.
I need your help
with that passcode.
Well, I could look for it in Paris.
You know, sidewalk café, pot of
coffee, couple'a croissants.
I'm on my way to Capitol Hill
to ask about Rakitin.
I doubt I'll get much traction
until you find out
what's on that drive.
I guess that's a no on that coffee and croissants.
We'll say hi to Mona Lisa
for you.
Thank you for taking the time, Congressman.
Always happy to make time
for the FBI.
Though I am surprised
there was no headsup
what you wanted to talk about. Please, sit.
Take a load off and tell me
what is so hushhush
I get an Assistant Director
to make a house call.
A hacker who goes
by the name Rakitin.
Never heard of him.
Excuse me?
Anything else?
Because I got a local Elks Club waiting to take a photo.
Congressman. You chair
the House Intel Committee.
I've read your report
on Russian cyber intrusion.
I know you know
who Rakitin is.
What I know is your title.
What I don't know is what you do
because no one would tell me.
Yeah, I chair
the Intel Committee,
but for some reason,
I can't get any intel on you.
I run a classified
task force.
That's interested in Rakitin.
Why would that surprise you?
I doesn't.
It troubles me.
Rakitin has friends
in high places.
I want to make sure
I'm not talking to one.
I'm sorry. I'm...
I'm completely confused.
Three weeks ago,
the hard drive
on my committee's computer
was hacked.
All the intel we had on Rakitin was destroyed.
I had no idea.
My top staffer on the committee
disappeared
the day it happened.
Vanished into thin air.
And she was a patriot.
A good person.
But someone got to her.
And if they got to her,
maybe they got to you.
Maybe you're here to see
what I know about Rakitin,
and if I know too much,
maybe you're gonna want
to erase my hard drive.
Here's a name and a number.
Call it. Ask about me.
If you're satisfied with what
you hear, we can talk more.
If not, thank you
for your time.
I'm sure it seems like
I'm being overly paranoid.
If we do talk, I'd like to
hear more about that hack.
I have some paranoia
of my own
about who might
have been behind it.
Rogelio.
I hear you have news.
A location...
and a room number.
A youth hostel.
How unexpectedly romantic.
Is there anywhere you
don't have eyes and ears?
I got either a maid, a waiter,
a waitress, a busboy,
or a bellhop
in every corner of the city.
Thank you, my friend.
And please give my regards
to Carlos.
Unfortunately,
he's been deported... again.
And your friend's tunnel
in Calexico has been shut down.
The goingson
at the border.
One side builds,
the other shuts down.
They hide, they seek,
they come, they go.
It's all so...
"Tom and Jerry."
Yes, the tunnel
is closed,
but the submarine
is fully operational.
And for tracking down
Alban Veseli,
it will always be
at your disposal.
I once had a brief dustup
with an Armenian fellow
who took umbrage
at my acquisition
of a pipeline
outside Kajaran.
I tried to avoid him
by hiding out in a hostel.
You "tried."
Did he find you? No.
But after three days of communal
showers and curdled yogurt,
James Taylor wannabes,
I couldn't stand it anymore.
So I stole a backpack
and a Fodor's Guide
and hiked to Turkey
through the Armenian Highlands.
The Highlands.
Mount Ararat.
Yes.
And FYI... no Ark.
Some things
never change.
No cameras. No security.
Smart place to lay low.
Not here.
Running in a towel
never ends well.
Put some pants on,
and let's talk.
I did as you suggested, Mr. Cooper.
Checked up on you with Cynthia Panabaker.
A straight arrow
if ever there was one.
She likes you.
Does she, now?
Well, she said,
"He won't pee on your leg
and tell you
it's rainin'."
Sounds like Cynthia.
You said before
that you were looking
for information
about Rakitin.
I'm curious what your committee
knows about him.
Not a hell of a lot,
to be honest.
We don't have an I.D.
Hell, Rakitin could be an entire
hacker group for all we know.
But he's using a series
of servers in Volgograd,
and he is targeting some of our
most carefully guarded secrets.
Such as...?
The identities
of CIA assets
in Yasenevo...
their funding sources,
hacks of our own internal
threat assessments.
What does he do
with this intel?
There are a lot
of theories.
NSA thinks he's
a blackmarket profiteer.
CIA's convinced
he's a turncoat.
And what do you think?
Have you ever heard
of N13?
Sleeper agent.
A Russian asset who vanished during the Cold War
and was never proven
to exist.
It's a 30yearold
ghost story.
What if it's not?
What if that asset
is here?
Not only active
and deeply embedded,
but maneuvering
within our intel community?
I don't know whose trust
he might have gained...
CIA, Defense Intelligence...
God forbid, the FBI.
But I think he's been here
a long time.
Long enough,
he's become one of us.
And he's using us.
You think Rakitin's feeding
active intel to N13.
I do.
I think I'm the only man on this hill
who may believe your ghost story
about a Russian spy.
Go on.
We've recently intercepted
a thumb drive
containing sensitive intel
we believe
was obtained by Rakitin.
I suspect he intended to
deliver that drive to N13.
Why do you say that?
Did anything on the drive
identify N13?
All I can say is our source
believes it was intended
for someone
on our Most Wanted List.
Well, whoever your source is,
he or she is way off base.
I'm telling you...
N13 is buried
deep within
the U.S. government.
That said, I strongly encourage
you to follow up on it.
Based on what I know
of Rakitin,
he and N13 pose an imminent
threat to national security.
I must admit I'm surprised
you took this contract, Alban.
I'd never pretend
to call us friends,
but we are
professional associates.
It's a job.
Unbridled resentment. Is that
what this is all about?
You somehow blame me
for you going to prison.
You are why
I went to prison.
You went to prison because
you were caught doing a job
I hired you to do.
Don't blame me for your
failed cutandrun.
I've been in that box
for seven years.
And now you're out.
Because of Elizabeth Keen.
That is why you're aligned
with her, isn't it?
You bear me resentment
for your failure,
and now you both
want me dead?
What's he
so worked up about?
Talk to me about Agent Keen.
Tell me where I can find her.
No idea.
Raymond.
You just flew in from Paris.
What were you doing there?
Taking a tour of
the Temple de l'Amour?
Strolling along
the Canal SaintMartin?
What do you think?
I was setting up the job.
I have no plans
to be in France.
So?
So how were you going to
carry out your contract?
What's wrong with him?
How were you going to kill me?
The contract's not on you.
Who were you hired
to kill?
Madeline Toussaint.
At least that's the name
she's using right now.
This is the address she gave her current employer.
If she's here, we're gonna have
to make the provisional arrest.
You can file for extradition afterward.
We're just here
for backup.
Where is she?
She's visiting an aunt
in Albania. She'll be
back later today.
Gun!
Hang on. We'll get help.
She's dead.
You know how much I love
I told you so, Harold,
so I confirmed the fact
straight from the source.
Elizabeth sprung The Freelancer
so she could engage
his services.
I refuse
to believe that.
Alban Veseli cloaks
assassination in mass murder.
I don't care
how far she's slipped,
Agent Keen would never use
The Freelancer to kill you.
You're halfright. She didn't
hire him to kill me.
She hired him
to kill Chemical Mary.
Mary Bremmer. Why?
I'm not sure.
I'm hoping
a slightly more creative
line of questioning will
persuade him to reveal his plan.
But one thing is clear...
it's already in motion.
Ressler's at Bremmer's
residence in Paris now.
She's apparently flying back
from Albania today.
A transcontinental flight
filled with innocent passengers?
We're contacting
the airlines now.
Merci!
Move swiftly, Harold.
If Mary Bremmer
boards that plane...
I'll bet you
nickels to navy beans
the only way it comes down
is in pieces.
We got a hit on one
of Bremmer's passports.
She's currently en route to France on Parisian Air.
Okay. We're 10 minutes from Charles de Gaulle.
How long before she lands?
About a half an hour,
but we have to assume
that plane won't land.
There are 162 passengers
on board, including families.
And he'll kill everyone. Wait.
I thought The Freelancer was going after Reddington.
That's what we all thought.
Alright. The airline's confirming that Bremmer's
on the boardedpassenger manifest.
So Keen's taking out
a chemical arms trader...
air hugs for that... but she's gonna waste a plane
full of passengers
in the process?
Have the airport authority
prepare for contingencies...
rescue units, medics.
You know the routine.
Okay. Thank you.
I've got the tower.
I've got airtraffic control on the line.
Call me
when you're on site.
Copy that.
Hello. This is Harold Cooper.
I'm the Assistant Director of the FBI
calling from
Washington, D.C.
Stephan Gervais. ATC Supervisor.
What's going on?
We have a credible threat that someone's trying
to bring down
Parisian Air flight 2419.
Really? How?
Well, we don't know
that yet, Stephan.
We need your help
figuring it out.
Parisian Air 241 niner.
Are you currently experiencing
any problems
or equipment malfunctions?
Negative, Tower. Everything is
showing normal at this time.
Anything unusual show up
in your preflight checklist?
Nothing.
May I ask why?
Switch to discrete
frequency 133.6.
What do you want me to tell them?
Should they be
looking for a bomb?
Suspect engages
in terrorist activities
disguised as accidents.
It's doubtful he'd use explosives.
Okay, he was physically
on that plane.
Airport security has footage of him entering the cabin
along with
the cleaning crew.
Tower, is there anything
we should be worried about up here?
We've just begun
our descent.
Stand by. One moment.
They just started
their descent.
The instrument panel.
What about it?
Seven years ago, Veseli
derailed a passenger trail
by making it hit
a curve too fast.
Clear! Clear out!
He did that by rigging
the two speeddata sources
in the control cabin to show the train traveling
at a slower speed
than its actual rate.
Can your pilots check their
controls for signs of tampering?
Parisian Air 241 niner,
it's possible
your flight controls have been
physically compromised.
Can you take
a careful look around?
Roger. Stand by, Tower.
There is a thumb drive here. We got something.
Someone left a thumb drive
inside the Data Loader.
There's a panel
inside the cockpit
for software
and database updates.
Someone left a thumb drive inside.
Which could be corrupting their instruments
or running
its own scripts.
No.
You said the plane's
making its approach.
Are your tracking systems
showing anything unusual?
Our GPS system is based
entirely on information
transmitted to us
from the aircraft.
If that plane isn't where it should be right now,
we would not know it
from down here.
Okay, that data stick wasn't left there by accident.
It is a bruteforce attack.
Take it out! Take it out now!
Parisian Air 241 niner.
Remove the drive
from the Data Loader.
I repeat! Remove the drive!
Copy, Tower.
Warning.
Autopilot off!
Flight directors off.
What's going on?
They're too low.
Immediate right turn!
Heading 23zero!
Traffic is directly
in front of you!
I have control!
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm terribly sorry
for that sudden shift
in altitude.
We obviously had an incident,
but we are safe and on course
and will be landing shortly.
What's happening?!
Are... are they dying?
No, sir.
I believe those are
cries of celebration.
Tower.
Parisian Air 241 niner.
We are clear of the traffic
and climbing to 8,000.
We will be begin
our approach for landing.
[ Woman on P.A.
[ speaking French ]
Excuse me.
A passenger. Mary Bremmer?
That's it.
That's everyone.
Are you sure? Feel free to take a look,
but I checked the cabins
personally.
There's no one left
on the plane.
She made it
to the airport,
but she was abducted outside the terminal.
What about
the passenger manifest?
You said it showed her
on board.
Shortly after
Bremmer was taken,
an unidentified woman
entered the terminal
with her passport and ticket,
which was slipped into the purse
of an unsuspecting passenger
at the gate.
The unidentified woman
then left the terminal,
and the passenger boarded
the flight as Bremmer.
This "unidentified woman."
She look familiar to you?
These are the best images
we could pull, but, yes...
we believe it's Keen.
So, Elizabeth conducted
an operatic performance,
getting an assassin
out of prison,
elaborately sabotaging
a commercial airliner,
only to snatch her target
from the jaws of death
at the last second?
Perhaps she wanted
the world to believe
Bremmer died
in that crash.
To what end?
I can't fathom.
It's more likely
Elizabeth wanted
Bremmer to think
she saved her life,
which would put Bremmer
in Elizabeth's debt.
Whatever they're
working on,
we're gonna make it
as difficult as possible.
Our people are combing through
Bremmer's flat in Paris
and have ID'd
a number of associates.
Teams are en route
as we speak.
I still can't get over
the fact that Elizabeth
was willing to let
The Freelancer crash two planes.
I was holding out hope for her. We all were.
But now? It seems she's past
the point of no return.
Turn around!
Give me your hands!
I'll try to leave the
moralizing to you, Harold.
In the meantime, perhaps
this will ease your pain.
Tell Donald to pay a visit
to this address.
What is this?
Your team worked
very hard to put
The Freelancer behind bars
the first time around.
I think that's probably
the right place for him.
Thank you for the Scotch.
Whoa, whoa. Easy, brah.
The man in the hat
said the popo would be here.
Why does this feel like
an empty victory?
Because this guy
has no idea
what Keen's up to
with Chemical Mary.
Open this door right now!
I want to see her!
Where is she?! The woman!
I want to talk to her!
Do you hear me?!
Open this door right now!
I want to see her!
Angela is the one
you were asking about.
She's the one who told me
that Veseli was at the hostel.
Angela, I can't
thank you enough.
I just have one question.
I need to know how you came
by this valuable information.
It was...
a woman.
This woman?
I, asked her
how she know that
I was looking for him.
She wouldn't say.
Gracias.
And your cousin Carlos.
I'm told he's somewhere under
the Gulf of Mexico as we speak.
Muchas gracias, Raymond.
If there's anything
I can do for you...
You've done more than you know.
And all to the good.
Well, that's a load off.
Elizabeth wanted you
to find The Freelancer.
Yeah.
Knowing that when we did,
we'd work with the FBI
to stop him from
crashing that plane.
So she hires a lawyer
to obtain Veseli's freedom,
pays Veseli
to crash a plane,
uses the threat of that crash
to gain Chemical Mary's trust,
gives us intel to keep
the plane from going down.
Sounds like
one of your plans.
It doesn't, doesn't it?
She may not be interested
in crash a plane,
but she's still in business
with a war criminal.
Tomorrow's problem.
Tonight, we savor
the small victory.
And we should tell Edward
to fuel the jet.
We need to pay our friend
in Moscow a visit.
Hi.
Um, sir, sorry to...
It's, late, and,
you're drinking... alone...
which is... which is, fine.
I mean, I can...
What is it?
Good news on the passcode.
You cracked it.
What? No.
That would be great news, like miraculously great.
No. The good news is
I figured out how to crack it.
With this.
I don't think Rakitin chose a steel flash drive
to protect his software.
If I'm right, there's
a capacitive scanner
hidden in the flash drive.
It is the best security platform
in passwordless identification.
So there's no password.
It's biometric. And that
is where this comes in.
Get the print,
put it in, and...
...open sesame.
Or, um, you know,
some less
politically incorrect
exclamation.
So all I need
is a fingerprint.
And that is where
the miracle comes in.
Figuring out
whose print to use.
Thank you, Aram.
Here's hoping
for a miracle.
Raymond!
Thank you for coming.
We have much to discuss.
I am told Rakitin
is in play.
My safe deposit box
was compromised.
The flash drive
I entrusted you with?
I'm still looking for it.
No doubt we have
Elizabeth Keen to thank
for it going missing.
My position in regard to her
has not changed.
I understand.
She is untouchable.
But you must understand...
Harold Cooper is not.
Will miracles never cease?
If he gains access
to the Rakitin files,
you'll have to
eliminate him.
I understand.
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