The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 8, Episode 16 - Nicholas Obenrader (No. 133) - full transcript

When I agreed to launder
money for Townsend,

you said it would
fly under the radar.

Now I've got the IRS
breathing down my neck.

Have you spoken with any
associates about our arrangement?

Did you hear me?
I could go to prison.

- Your associates, do they know?
- Just Charlie.

I had to. He does
our accounting.

I don't have a good
feeling about this. Do you?

Corporate sent this guy to
advise about the IRS thing.

He's like a consultant.

We have nothing to worry about.
Companies get audited all the time.



Yeah. Right.

I think we're all set here.

What's the plan? You said
you were taking care of this!

I've already taken care of it.

By this time tomorrow,
the audit will be closed.

If it's taken care of,
why are you here?

To ask you to move
away from the window.

Wait, wait, wait.

Please.

No. No, no.

Ladies, if you don't
mind. Where's Charlie?

I don't know. He was
just here. Should we wait?

No need. This will be quick.

Send in the crew.
It's time to disinfect.



Tell Obenrader
there's one loose end.

How's Teva?

She graduates from
Boston University in May.

It's been four years?

- She wouldn't be there if it not for him.
- No, no, no. It was all Teva.

Although I do write an
excellent recommendation letter.

It's an endangered talent.

I hope you asked me
here to pay back the favor.

You need something boosted,
tell me where and when,

I'll send me crew.

Thom, rumor has it your crew
does work for Neville Townsend.

We freelance for him.

The occasional gig. He picks the target,
we do the job. Proceeds get split 60-40.

Actually, they don't.

What are you talking about?

Luis Espinoza. You know him?

Sure. The jobs for
Townsend, he assigns them.

To you and everyone else.

Espinoza manages all of
Townsend's heisting and boosting,

his capers and pilferage.

He decides which
crews work on which jobs.

Now, you take 40%.

The crews he prefers to assign
take 30 and kick back 10 to him.

Knowing you to
be a principled thief,

I assume that's not a
wheel you are greasing.

It's not. Which could explain...

why Espinoza just pulled
us off a job in Berlin.

Our take would've
been seven figures.

Ten percent of which
is now being paid to him

by the crew he
sent in your place.

That sniveling weasel.

- Does Townsend know?
- I don't believe so.

If he did, Espinoza
would be out.

And here I thought it was
my turn to do you the favor.

Please congratulate Teva for us.

If she's interested
in law school,

I know the predilections of
several Ivy League deans.

- Nice to see you, old friend.
- You too.

- Thom McCarty?
- Yeah. We know each other?

No. Only by reputation.

Thom, this is Donald Ressler.

Careful what you say. Black shoes,
cheap suit, flat stomach, regulation cut.

Don't get me wrong, he's bent,
just not as bent as we might like.

- I'll be on me way, then.
- Safe travels, Thom.

Why must you always be early?

Why must you only
associate with crooks?

Criminals, Donald, not crooks.

Call a prostitute an
escort, she's still a hooker.

After all these years, you still
see the world in black and white.

Oh, I see in gray. I just
do my best to avoid it.

Along with small talk.
You said you had a case?

More like a riddle.

I recently learned that
Townsend laundered money

through a listing agency
called Kelmund Realty.

Unfortunately, the cooked books
came to the attention of the IRS.

- Sounds fortunate to me.
- If looked at in black and white.

The gray of it is,

72 hours after the IRS gave
Kelmund notice of an audit,

they no longer exist.

They vanished.

The employees, their
accounts, employment records,

articles of incorporation,
gone, along with the IRS audit.

So the riddle is how they
pulled off this magic trick.

It's not the how,
Donald. It's the who.

Nicholas Obenrader.

2009, yakuza profits dip
during the Great Recession.

2012, Brazil's two
largest gangs merge.

2018, the head of Le
Milieu is assassinated,

creating a power vacuum.

Three continents, three
criminal enterprises in crisis,

and, according to Reddington,

one common thread:
Nicholas Obenrader.

A management consultant
to criminal organizations.

For the yakuza, he rerouted laundered
assets through tax havens like Ireland.

He was a headhunter
for Le Milieu.

In Brazil, he oversaw the
downsizing after the merger.

How do you downsize
a criminal enterprise?

Do people get a golden
parachute or a bullet to the head?

Dump and cover.
We're out of here in 15.

Mr. Obenrader, this is the
one Becker said got away.

Tell Becker he's fired.
I don't like loose ends.

I'll take care of
this one myself.

Obenrader's in-house
for Townsend.

That's why he gave us this case.

If Townsend hired
Obenrader as his consultant,

he'll know everything
about his organization.

It's done. I still have one
more loose end to tie up.

But your IRS problem
is no longer a problem.

Good, because it seems I may have
another problem I need your help with.

It's come to my attention that
Espinoza may be feathering his own nest.

If that's true, I'll be
looking for a replacement.

Do we have photos of Obenrader?

No photos, prints or
surveillance. Obenrader's an alias.

We know what he
does, just not who he is.

He may have made Kelmund
Realty disappear on paper,

but they had an office.

Go to it. See what you can find.

Harold Cooper.

Have you read the messages?

The ones Reddington
and his handler exchanged.

Yes, we all have.
You're on with the team.

Well, what did they say?

Any news on these
mysterious assets?

No. The messages
were urgent and vague.

But we were able to identify
an address, a café in Paris.

It was referred to a couple of times
in past messages and once recently.

We're hoping to pull
a surveillance image

or maybe get a positive
ID on the handler.

I'm sending Aram to investigate.

April in Paris. Have
fun at the strip mall.

Mommy, I'm done.

Oh. I'll be right there, honey.

Agnes. How's she doing?

She's really good.

But I think we'll all be a
lot better when this is done.

So, what's the address in Paris?

I wanna help.

I think it would be best
if we took care of this.

I'm the reason you
know to go to Paris.

I got you the
messages to decrypt.

Which is why we shared
with you what they said.

If Aram gets a positive ID
on Reddington's handler,

will you share that with me too?

No. But hopefully we can question
him and find out what he knows.

What he knows is
Reddington is N-13.

If or when he tells us that, we
will take the appropriate action.

Appropriate action?
Against Reddington?

We all know that's
never gonna happen.

It will if he's an
enemy of the state.

Sit tight, let us do our job.

I sometimes forget. All this,
and she has a child with her.

Liz's mom abandoned her. She
would never do the same to Agnes.

I don't understand why you
think this is a crime scene.

Two and two doesn't equal
five. Did they skip out on the rent?

No. They're paid up
for the next six months.

- Any forwarding address?
- No address, no phone number.

What bank was the
rent check drawn from?

They paid cash.

Okay, so let's do the math.

They disappear after paying
half a year's rent in cash,

leave no forwarding
address or phone number,

and all of this after they find
out that the IRS is auditing them.

Does that add up to you?

Office was scrubbed. No
prints or personal effects,

but there's one
thing you should see.

Found blood on the windowsill
in the back storage room.

Run it for DNA. See if
we can't get a match.

- Looks like we got a runner.
- Yeah. But from what?

- If now's not a good time...
- Loyalty, Godwin. Loyalty and trust.

Nothing matters more.

About that. I'm concerned Keen
may be feeding the FBI information.

Or she's using them to
feed information to us.

You asked me to monitor
her communications with them.

Her contact is Agent
Donald Ressler.

Who's whispering
sweet nothings to whom?

We'll know soon.

Keen changes her burner regularly,
but Ressler's phone is FBI-issue.

I reached out to our bureau
asset. We're up on his line.

I trust Keen.

But then again, I trusted
Espinoza! And look what that got me.

My problem is,
I'm just too trusting.

Aren't I, Mr. Espinoza?

Call Obenrader.

Tell him to put his
headhunter hat on.

Tell him that Espinoza's...

employment contract
has been terminated.

The blood belonged
to a Charles Totten.

Must have cut himself
trying to escape.

The employees at Kelmund
Realty didn't disappear.

They were professionally cleaned,
along with their prints and hard drives.

We sent a unit to Totten's home.
He's not answering his phone.

We traced a credit-card purchase
to a gas station in Deer Lake.

Homeowners in the area include a
William Totten. Could be his brother.

If you're right and Totten is a loose end,
Obenrader knows and will wanna tie it off.

We need to get to him first.

Oh...

- Whoa.
- Hey.

What are you doing
here? Who's he?

Oh, Rocco's my security.

Rocco. Rocco. Really?

I hope there's a
croissant in there.

I am starving.

Ah! Yes.

Did Mr. Cooper change his
mind about you helping out?

I don't know. Maybe.

Maybe, which means no, which
means you're not supposed to be here.

This is so delicious.

- You want a bite?
- Not anymore.

- Don't be a spoilsport.
- I wasn't until you showed up.

And just how did you show up?

How exactly did you find me?

Well, I know the FBI
flies into Le Bourget.

I know you use G5s.

Le Bourget, G5.

Et voilà! Shall we?

Whoa. You are, uh, not
going in there with me.

I did not come all this way
just to eat your croissant.

Fine.

But we go in as
cops, not criminals.

We follow the rules.

- Can you do that?
- There's only one way to find out.

Whoa. Okay, just...

Wait. Wait. Please wait.

Excuse me. Good morning.

Agents Mojtabai

and Keen.

We work for the... FBI.

So what?

Ah. You speak English.

He speaks English.
Okay, magnifique.

So we believe that two
people we're investigating

have met here on a
number of occasions.

Now, we know who one of the
men is, but not the other and, well,

looking at your security footage

would go a long way to
helping us figure that out.

Forget it. I'm not helping you.

- I'm a bartender, not an informant.
- No, no, no.

Believe me, I understand, but these are
really bad people doing terrible things.

Yeah? Like what?

Well, for starters, they love
pointing guns at people's heads.

Whoa. No! Whoa. Rocco, Rocco!

And when they don't get
their way, they pull the trigger.

He said you are FBI.

He's FBI.

Rocco's certifiable...

so how about those
security feeds?

- Remy, how was the race?
- Unfinished.

I found him right at
the end of the biking leg.

Imagine my surprise
seeing Dembe in Sarasota.

- I know. I haven't called you back.
- It's true. You have been dodgy.

But if you had picked up when I
called, I never would have learned

there was such a singularly
dreadful thing as an Ironman.

You've never heard
of an Ironman?

Not unless you're
referring to Rodin's Balzac.

There's a funny
phrase, "Rodin's Balzac."

Although that's bronze, not iron, so, no,
I've never heard of one. Please, hydrate.

And answer the question
I called you about.

You said you wanted to talk to
Priya. She's my most valuable asset.

Which is why I want her
to be an asset of mine.

If she agrees, I'll
compensate you for your loss.

Pennies on the dollar.

"Pennies on the dollar"?
Dembe, are you listening to this?

Penny...? I've never paid
pennies on the dollar in my life.

If I'm known for anything,
it's for overpaying.

He's forever trying to get
me to show some restraint.

But we can resolve
this right now.

I can get Edward to take it
up to a few thousand feet,

circle back around,
come in over the 18th hole,

and drop you right
into the grandstand.

We've done it before,
I'm sure we'll do it again.

She's in London. A client
hired her to recover a rare book.

She's scheduled to deliver it to him
at Ingram Rare Books in Kensington.

Good. Off you go.

Dembe will drop you wherever you like.
If I were you, I'd like the finish line.

I wanna ask you a question.

And I need an honest answer.

Okay.

If the bartender hadn't given
us the surveillance video,

would you have let
Rocco shoot him?

No.

Is Agnes really doing well?

She really is.

Where we live is
quiet and peaceful.

I found this amazing
woman to help me with her.

How do you do it?

Stay ahead of us,
fight Mr. Reddington,

raise a kid.

I'm not giving you...

the Good Housekeeping
seal of approval,

but the fact that
you can do it all...

I mean, I sit by my computer all
day, and by 8, I'm in my pajamas,

eating rainbow sherbet,
watching reruns of Our Planet.

- Thank you.
- It was a question, not a compliment.

It sounded like an acknowledgment.
I don't get a lot of that nowadays.

Can't believe you
ate my croissant.

Of all the things you've done,
that might be one of the worst.

I've done some awful things.

I know. That's how much I
was looking forward to eating it.

I'll tell you what. After this is
over, I'll buy you a pâtisserie.

You're that rich?

Whoever said crime doesn't
pay wasn't very good at it.

Oh, my...

Whoa, whoa.

There we go.

There's Mr. Reddington.

Which means that little
fella must be his handler.

Can I help you?

Agents Ressler and Park.
FBI. You William Totten?

Yes. What can I do for you?

- We're looking for your brother Charles.
- Oh, he's not here. Is everything okay?

We'll need to ask you a
few questions about him.

Of course. Come on in.

When was the last time
you saw your brother?

Gosh, must be a
couple weeks ago now.

We believe he was in the area
yesterday. He didn't check in?

No. I mean, he comes up
here sometimes to fish, but it's...

Is he in trouble?

I wish I could tell you, but
our investigation's ongoing.

Hands!

Whoever you are,
you're under arrest.

I don't know who
the dead guy is,

and I don't remember
how I got there.

All I know... is that I'm
not saying any more.

His name was Charles Totten.

So we're clear,

the CIA's filing paperwork
to move you to a black site

if you don't start talking about your
relationship with Neville Townsend.

Sir.

Sir, we got a hit.

I enhanced the
image of the man...

Mr. Reddington was
meeting with in Paris

and ran his face
in the database.

Russia desk kicked him
back as one Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR?

Officially, yes.

Not so officially, he's believed to
be a high-ranking member of Zaslon,

running black op
around the globe.

So Keen was right. Reddington's
using coded messages

to arrange clandestine meetings with
a known Russian intelligence officer.

What are you gonna
tell Mr. Reddington?

About this and Keen? Not a word.

- How was she?
- Infuriating.

But I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel
good to be on the same team again.

I know. Reddington.

Harold. Where are you with
Obenrader? Any progress?

More than progress. Agents
Park and Ressler brought him in.

Park's interrogating him.

So we're right on schedule.

On schedule for what?

Harold, I'm afraid I
have to come clean.

I haven't been entirely
forthright with you on this case,

and I know we discussed
being more open...

and honest with each other.

We have.

The truth is, I have no expectation
that Mr. Obenrader will talk,

let alone reveal any meaningful details
about Townsend or his organization.

Mr. Obenrader
understands the blowback...

on his loved ones
would be far too great.

- We'll see about that.
- Hold on, Harold.

I didn't put him on your radar
so you could play detective.

I put the man on your radar so you
could help me make a new friend.

How is that supposed to happen?

We're not only in bed with Reddington,
but getting into bed with Priya Laghari?

- Correct.
- Back up. Who's Priya Laghari?

Only a world-renowned thief
who dabbles in jewels and art.

And classified intelligence.

She's been on our radar for years,
but we never came close to catching her.

So instead of arresting her,
we're gonna work with her.

Why enable Reddington,
when he's been lying to us?

Not to pile on, but we did learn
Mr. Reddington has been canoodling

with a Russian intelligence
operative in Paris.

Neville Townsend is dangerous,
to the public and to Elizabeth.

Anything that gets us
closer to him is a win.

I'd rather keep Reddington close

while we look into his
relationship with Ivan Stepanov.

If he finds out we're investigating,
he'll kill him like he killed Rakitin.

Agreed. He better not find out.

We could pull
Stepanov off the street.

He's Russian. The DOJ's
never going to approve that.

Liz wouldn't need
their approval.

I know. It's a terrible
idea that completely sucks.

We can't trust her. She's not an agent.
And abducting an SVR agent is illegal

and could lead to a huge
scandal if anyone ever found out.

But just let it
suck for a second.

- Okay. Still sucks.
- Agree. It's a terrible idea.

But it's possible that
every other idea's worse.

We can't go through official
channels to question an SVR agent.

Yet we find ourselves
working with a CI

who may be that SVR
agent's top asset in this country.

You said it, Alina.

If Reddington finds out that we
know about Stepanov, he may kill him.

Try as we might
to keep it from him,

we know that Reddington will
probably find out what we know.

Which means we have a narrow
window to find and question Stepanov.

Reach out to Keen.

Record at the tone.

Keen, it's me. Reddington's
handler's name is Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR. Likely
tied in with Zaslon.

We can't get to
him. Not officially.

So Cooper sanctioned an extraction,
and he wants you to do the extracting.

Do you have it?

- How did you get it through Customs?
- Packed in my underwear in my suitcase.

You packed a lost book from the
14th century with your knickers?

You want it or not?

The cash is inside.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my stars.

I've dozed off in
caves and coffins,

even squeezed between the inside
and outside of the hull of a cargo plane,

but my hand to God, I have not
slept that soundly since math class.

What's going on? How
did you get in here?

Priya, not so fast.

- I'll get to the bottom of this.
- I wouldn't bet on it.

What is this?

This is where Nigel
walks so you and I can talk.

Please close the door. I'd
like this part to be private.

Reddington's handler's
name is Ivan Stepanov.

He's SVR, likely
tied in with Zaslon.

We can't get to
him. Not officially.

So Cooper sanctioned an extraction,
and he wants you to do the extracting.

How long ago was this?

No more than ten minutes.

Any contact since?

If she called him, it wasn't
on the cell we tapped.

Sir, I believe you
have to ask yourself

why Miss Keen is
working with the bureau.

She said she came to you
because she couldn't trust the bureau.

- They couldn't trust her.
- If they're right,

if they've ID'd Reddington's
handler, that's a game changer.

Have our people in Moscow
get eyes on Stepanov,

and tell Roman to
assemble a team.

What about Keen?

Give her a job,
doesn't matter what it is.

Keep her here and keep her occupied
till we know what we're dealing with.

Elizabeth, you have a
moment? Mr. Townsend's asking.

Uh... Sure thing.
What's going on?

This is a first.

Typically, clients want me to break
into safes, not meet inside of them.

I would think it a terrible
curse to be typical.

Let me guess. I stole
something from you.

A painting, jewelry?

Your heart?

I want to be your angel.

Not interested.

I imagine they'd be terribly
expensive, these heists you pull.

All those gadgets and gizmos,
the glass cutters and suction cups.

Have you ever scaled
a glass building?

- It's on my list.
- Good.

I hope that list is a long one.

Because whatever is
on it, I'm here to provide.

Not just money or
toys, they're easy.

I'm talking about a life.

One where you can walk
away from your clients

and thieve just
for the fun of it.

I know who you are.

Then you know I can afford to make
this the last job you ever have to take.

One job. That's all I need.

- What do I have to steal?
- Nothing.

I want you to infiltrate Neville
Townsend's organization.

Get up.

What's going on?

You're taking a trip.

Where are you taking me?

You can't just transport me.

I have rights.

I haven't spoken to my lawyer.

Where you're headed,
Nicholas, you don't get a lawyer.

D-6 inbound. Cargo on deck.

Copy that.

- He give you any trouble?
- No. Is that the paperwork?

Who are these
guys? What is this?

We gave you a
chance. It's their turn.

Whose turn? Where
are you taking me?

It's a long flight. You gotta
take a whiz, do that now.

Gun!

What's going on? Who are you?

I can tell you who
we're not. The CIA.

And that's good news for you.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Think he bought it?

I mean, I bought it.

You know what I love?
I love a good mystery.

Like, what's in all these boxes?

Of course, a mystery is only
as good as the story around it.

So here's yours...

Ten minutes ago, you
were headed for a black site,

scratchy polyester jumpsuits,

bright lights all
night, horrific food,

crushing solitude.

Irrelevance.

I appreciate what you did.

I would happily return the favor

by doing a thorough overview
of your entire organization,

free of charge.

Oh, my gosh.

The things you'd find.

Square pegs in round
holes, misfits and outliers.

But you know what?
I like it that way.

I trust how it feels.

The only things I consult
are my gut and my friend.

Why did your gut
tell you to save me?

How do you know it wasn't
my friend? But I digress.

Neville Townsend asked
you to find someone...

to manage the heist
crews he employs.

I have a candidate.

I don't discuss client business.

I'm sure you can appreciate
the need for discretion.

I can and I do.

But I find myself in
the unusual position

where indiscretion is
the better part of valor.

So allow me to be indiscreet.

"Spoiler alert," as they say.

The boxes contain an exhaustive
archival record of your clients.

Names, dates, numbers.

A who, what, where, when
and how of your livelihood.

That's the mystery.
My client list.

It is.

And what I might do
with your client list.

Who's the candidate?

Priya Laghari.

I assume her
reputation precedes her.

The Iranian nuclear deal.
The Matisse in Rotterdam.

Normally I'd consider myself
lucky to find a worthy replacement.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

I need someone inside
Townsend's organization.

So I soured him on Espinoza.

Townsend took him out,
called you in, and here we are.

I consult with Mr. Townsend
about personnel,

avoiding redundancy
and profit maximization.

I have no interest in
his politics or rivalries.

Or in placing a mole
within his organization.

Fine. Then you can volunteer.

I consult with Mr. Townsend virtually
or over the phone. We've never met.

- I don't even know where he works.
- Mmm.

Miss Laghari, then.

Advocate for her

and you can keep your
client list to yourself.

Obenrader raved about her.

You can see why. Laghari
has an outstanding résumé.

Why are you showing this to me?

I value your opinion.

About what thief to hire?

We're partners in
going after Reddington.

When that ends, I'm hoping
our partnership can continue.

Don't say no until you let me
show you more of what I do.

Starting with Laghari.
I'd like you to bring her in.

Now? I have a meeting
with someone else.

Excuse me. I've
heard from Vandyke.

The pickup instructions are in
the file. This is important to me.

This person you're
supposed to meet,

is there any chance
you can meet them later?

Of course.

Our man in Moscow
confirmed Stepanov's location.

I want it done quickly.

I've stalled Keen,

but she may already
have assets on the ground.

What you said, about
briefing her on what we do,

if she's working with the FBI...

"If" does me no good.

I need confirmation.

The best way to get it

is by pretending to
trust her when I don't.

Remind me what we're doing.

We'll track Laghari from
her pickup point to Townsend.

Why are we doing that?

Can't Laghari just tell us his
location once she gets there?

She's spying for us.

She's spying for Reddington.

In exchange for cooperating,

Cooper got Reddington
to agree to let us follow her

to where Townsend
works or lives.

I have a 20. East
side, heading north.

Okay. Here we go.

What about Keen?

We're working with her to
find Reddington's handler.

- Why can't she tell us?
- I wish she would.

But she won't until it's done.

What's done?

I wish I knew.

Blue van. By the curb.

We got a blue Chevy
Astro van, 7th Street side.

Where am I supposed to sit?

You're not.

Right this way.

I got the tail.

You got a signal?

Like taking candy from a kid.

Not that I would.

Except once, I had this
mad craving for a Butterfinger.

But, you know, it was Halloween,

and I was a kid too.

Tell me you're
calling from Moscow.

I am not. I don't
know what's going on.

Townsend sent me to do
something. It's like he knows.

What makes you think that?

The job, it's... make-work.

It's a live call.

Something you give someone to
keep them from doing something else.

Okay. Agent Park, turning west
on Claiborne. You have eyes?

Copy. West on Claiborne.

So, what about Moscow?

I was able to send someone.

Looks like they're stopping.

Keep your distance.

- Any word on the extraction?
- No. It shouldn't be a problem.

If you're right and Townsend
suspects we're working together...

We're not working together.
We have the same goal.

So does Townsend. We're
aligned against Reddington.

Maybe.

But if Townsend knew
that we were even talking,

I doubt he'd be
so understanding.

I'll call you as soon as I know.

You wanted confirmation.
You just got it.

She's not wrong.

- We're all aligned against Reddington.
- Yeah.

But based on that call, I'd say she
and the feds are aligned against us.

That's not what I heard.

You weren't listening.

You think you're giving
her rope to hang herself.

I fear you've maybe given
her rope to hang all of us.

This was easy.

Or not. Her
driver just left her.

- Maybe there's another pickup.
- I don't think there is.

What's going on? Is she there?

You were right. It was
like taking candy from a kid.

Only we were the kids.

Priya Laghari.

I feel as if I'm in the
presence of greatness.

It's a fact. Not a feeling.

May I kiss the ring, which I
assume was stolen at Cannes?

St. Moritz.

A trophy that once
belonged to a trophy wife.

As touching as this is
to watch, I'm gonna go.

Of course. Go, go... Oh.

Your appointment. I hope
you were able to reschedule it.

Turned out not to be a problem.

I was able to send
someone in my place.

- Were you?
- Yeah.

Please tell me it's done.

I'm meeting the team
in ten. It'll be done in 20.

Sit tight. I got this.

That's right. A hole.

In the floor of the van?

We don't know where
or when she got out.

So we're totally
reliant on Reddington.

Whatever Laghari finds out
about Townsend, she'll tell him.

We're gonna trust he tells us?

He might. Normally, he wouldn't.

Normally, he's got an agenda
that we do not know about.

But this time we
want the same thing.

I think.

If we wanted the same thing,

Reddington wouldn't
have let Obenrader go.

If we'd arrested Obenrader,

then it may have tipped
Townsend that Laghari's a plant.

Maybe when this is all over,
Reddington will circle back to Obenrader.

You know, I'll include your
optimism in my debrief to Cooper.

Us and Mr. Reddington, we're
totally in sync on this, right?

We'll hear when we hear.

I know. But why
haven't we heard?

Camus thinks the
world is meaningless

and that happiness comes from
accepting that nothing matters.

He's an absurdist.

And we live in a
Theatre of the Absurd.

Getting the FBI to believe
they helped us insert a spy

when in fact they helped
us insert an assassin.

I'm sure it's not
jewels you're after.

What is it you want me to steal?

All of it.

That's a lot.

At any one time,

our organization is tracking a variety
of vulnerable and defenseless assets.

Contraband in transport.

Exposed money-laundering sites.

We don't discriminate.
We take when we can.

What are we talking about?

About putting you
under contract.

Paying you to identify
items that we might steal.

Mr. Townsend, so
terribly sorry to interrupt,

but it's a matter
that can't wait.

Excuse me.

It's about Moscow.

Miss Laghari, it appears
that something has come up.

If you'll excuse me.

- I heard from the Russia desk.
- What is it?

Moscow's lighting up.

Ivan Stepanov was abducted from
his apartment in the Pokrovsky Hills.

- Keen.
- She must have gotten to him.

She make contact?

No. I left several messages,
but she hasn't picked up.

Let's assume that's good.

I thought you said it was done.

It was about to be. That's when
the place started swarming with cops.

- I can't believe this.
- Not just regular cops.

Someone rang a bell and there's
important-looking people here.

Get out of there.

You think this is the work
of your friends in the FBI?

I have no idea what to think.

Is it done?

I haven't heard from Laghari.

But I just heard from Moscow.

What? What happened?

Our friend...

he's been taken.

Do you know who I am?

Because I know who you are.

You're the one who created the
archive that destroyed my family.

I also know you continue
to feed intel to N-13.

Katarina Rostova was N-13.

And Katarina Rostova is dead.

Yes, but Katarina
Rostova was framed.

Which means I dedicated my life
to the hatred of an innocent woman.

But you know that.

Just like I know you're
working with Reddington.

What I don't know is why.

Why you protect him.
Why you help him.

Why... my family had to die

so that you could carry out
whatever plan you two are hatching.

I have a lot of whys.

Let's hope you're prepared
to offer some answers.