I do apologize for keeping you waiting.
-Mikhail Kozlov. -Are you the embassy intelligence chief?
We are not here to discuss my curriculum vitae, Agent Keen.
Only to ascertain why you're here and what you hope to accomplish...
...now that the FBI has surrounded the embassy.
I am not here to speak to a pawn without adequate clearance.
Nor are we here to harbor foreign agents of the FBI, Agent Keen.
My name is Masha Rostova.
I am a deep cover operative for the Federalnaya Sluzhba Bezopasnosti.
I have successfully completed my mission and am hereby seeking asylum.
I'd appreciate an immediate, private audience...
...with your chief intelligence officer.
I need to speak to whoever's in command of security, and I need to do it now.
-Do you understand? -Ressler.
-Just got off the line with Reven Wright. -We get the go-ahead?
The State Department requested the Russians bring her out.
Requested? Nobody would be making a request if it was Bin Laden in there.
On U.S. soil? We'd be blasting our way in there.
The Russian embassy isn't U.S. soil. That fence is a border.
Crossing it is tantamount to armed invasion. It's literally an act of war.
I know. But look around.
The war's already started.
Agent Keen.
Or do you prefer Rostova?
Connie, leave it!
Patience, golubushka. Duty calls.
Oh, Connie. What a delightful nod to tradition.
I can't tell you how nostalgic it is to see a Russian bureaucrat...
...demonstrating such a time-honored absence of work ethic.
Connie? Is someone here?
No, darling. Keep the shower running. I'll be right in.
I bought us a toy.
She's much prettier than she looks sitting behind the news anchor desk.
-Get out. -She's married to a ranking member...
...of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee.
Only fair, I suppose, given the black book military aid he's allocated to Crimea.
Reciprocity's a bitch. Right, Connie?
Screw the bear, the bear screws back. Batteries not included.
By all means, do call in the troops.
What with your government's implication in the OREA bombing...
...and assassinations of a sitting senator...
...and the attorney general of the United States...
...how much harm could a weekly game of water-wiggle...
...between their ambassador and a senator's wife cause?
Barely a blip in the news cycle.
Though I doubt the Kremlin will be nearly as jejune as I am.
-What do you want? -That's the spirit, Connie.
Service with a smile.
The reason your underlings are so rudely interrupting your weekly tryst...
...is because Elizabeth Keen turned herself into your embassy...
...and has identified herself as a deep-cover FSB agent in distress.
That's absurd.
Yes, quite.
Nevertheless, she's currently demanding diplomatic immunity.
And I want real-time reports of everything.
Everything that occurs inside that building.
Especially the names of every drone in the decision loop...
...between here and Moscow.
That won't present a problem, will it, Connie?
Duty calls, comrade.
-Who are you? -Alexander Raskovitch.
FSB chief intelligence agent for Washington, D.C...
...which makes me senior intelligent agent for the entire Western hemisphere.
I am intimately acquainted with every single Russian intelligent asset...
...in North and South America, active and inactive.
And you, dear, are not one of them.
Which begs a question: Why are you masquerading as such...
...when you and I both know you are no such thing?
I came here to protect myself.
To get your help because our interests are aligned.
Your country and I have been blamed for crimes we did not commit.
It was committed by a global consortium known in some quarters as the Cabal.
What are their objectives?
To reignite the Cold War between Russia and the United States.
-And to what end? -I will tell you everything that I know...
...after I've been guaranteed, in writing, diplomatic immunity.
How do I know that you're not working for the Cabal?
How do I know that you're not here posing as a victim...
...to gain safe passage away from the FBI?
The Russian assassin...
...the one known as Karakurt....
Never heard of him.
He's been turned.
The Cabal framed me.
Who better than the daughter of a KGB agent.
Katarina Rostova.
A KGB agent was turned, but it wasn't me.
It was Karakurt. He's gone.
Check. And when you've confirmed he's missing...
...draw up my immunity agreement.
-Did we get the breach order? -Negative.
Russians are denying the State's request. They're not turning her in.
-Is the White House involved? -We've been ordered to stand down.
-They're harboring a terrorist. -The State Department has been clear.
They want this handled diplomatically.
Hold your positions.
My superiors are willing to hear you out.
If they believe you, they will do what they can to help.
But not here.
You're being transferred to Moscow for debriefing.
Don't you see that's playing into the Cabal's narrative?
Minute I leave, my government will interpret that as a defection.
I have delivered our decision.
Choose, Agent Keen.
Moscow, or you can take your chances with your compatriots outside.
-Where's my wedding ring? -Bedside table.
Behind the Ben Wa balls.
-You. -Me?
And I was so riveted by her interview with those identical triplets from Milwaukee.
-Agent Keen is leaving the embassy. -She's been arrested?
The Kremlin has ordered her transfer to Moscow.
Who in the Kremlin?
It was authorized by the Federal Tariff Service, of all things.
Vitsin.
-The package is in transit. -Excellent.
See Agent Keen to the airport.
Our people on the plane will take it from there.
Ressler.
Ressler, don't.
Gonna tell me diplomatic vehicles have the same protection as the embassy?
You know they do. As long as she's inside...
...she's on Russian soil. You can't touch her.
He opens that door, shoot him.
I can't let her go.
Ressler.
I know you're angry, so am I. But how we feel is not important.
Taking her into custody is. We are doing everything we can.
-Are we? Really? -Within the law, yes. Really.
-Ressler. -Donald.
You cannot let Agent Keen leave the embassy.
You want a favor? How about you come down and ask in person?
Her life depends on it.
I'd be more inclined to help if I had you in cuffs.
You cannot let her leave.
You're preaching to the choir, she's already gone.
I received direct confirmation from the Russian ambassador...
...that Agent Keen's transfer was authorized by a high-level apparatchik...
...in the Federal Tariff Service. A man named Vladimir Vitsin.
-Vitsin. -Yes.
The same man who signed the paperwork...
...facilitating Karakurt's entry into the United States.
He's an operative for the Cabal.
Any move he makes is in service to their agenda.
They're not transporting Agent Keen to Moscow for debriefing.
The second she gets on that plane--
She's dead.
You need to stop that convoy.
Shoot him, damn it. Shoot him!
Kill her!
Keen!
1425 Peabody.
It's the best I could do. Full pension and benefits.
If I resign.
Yes, effective immediately.
In return, all charges against you will be dropped.
Agent Keen. Have you found her?
-I can't discuss-- -Have you found Karakurt?
He's the terrorist, not her.
I took your case as far as the White House.
I talked to Laurel Hitchin. She's a friend. She had to pull strings to get this deal.
I appreciate what you've done, Reven. I do.
These are serious charges, Harold. You could go to jail.
Take the deal. For you and for Charlene. Take it and move on.
If you accept the terms, they'll drop the investigation.
If you refuse to play ball, pending the outcome...
...you'll be reassigned. Paper-pushing at the CJIS.
Cubicle. Potted plant. A dead end, Harold.
You're better than that.
Yes, I am.
-You really want to do this? -No. What I want to do is help.
You think I'm stupid, Carly? You think I don't know what's going on?
There's nothing going on.
What are you looking at, old man?
-You all right? -No, I am not all right.
Ressler tried to kill me.
Seeking asylum from the Russians was a dangerous decision.
I was out of options.
At least I would have been secure in Moscow.
If by "secure," you mean dead, then, yes, absolutely.
Ressler wasn't trying to kill you, he was trying to save you.
The convoy was compromised.
If you want, we got a few specials.
The best item on the menu is the pecan pie. Right, Chui?
-Family recipe. -I'll just have coffee. Thanks.
You know him? We're safe here?
You threw yourself in the hands of the Cabal...
...the moment you got on that vehicle.
Only question was whether they'd kill you before or after entering Russian airspace.
Please, you're hurting me.
You deaf, old man? I told you to mind your own business.
-Turn around, bitch. -Clayton.
-Oh, here we go. -Carly.
What the hell? You looking to get yourself killed?
You haven't the slightest clue how to speak to a woman, have you?
Now, my friend there and I are having a very important discussion...
...so you just sit tight, enjoy your muffin...
...and if I hear you say anything other than "please" or "thank you" to Carly...
...I'm gonna drag you into the men's room and wash your mouth out with soap.
And if that doesn't work, I'll cut your filthy tongue out...
...with that butter knife.
Is that clear enough for you?
Agent Ressler, what part of "stand down" don't you understand?
I was ordered to let Keen go, and I did. I wasn't ordered to let her die.
-The transport was compromised. -Says who?
-Reddington. -You spoke to him?
Yes. He called. Said that the Cabal had hijacked Keen.
You countermanded a direct order and attacked a diplomatic transport...
...on the word of one fugitive in order to save the life of another?
I'm willing to resign from the task force if the intel Reddington gave us is wrong.
The driver has been hospitalized.
As soon as he can be questioned, we can confirm Red's information.
Okay, we got a sighting. Del Rio Diner. 1425 Peabody Street.
Come on. Pull it together.
An NPDC cruiser just pulled up out back.
What are you--?
Behind the car.
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm and take your seats.
-Clayton. -Now what?
Now? I apologize.
I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience...
...but it appears we'll all be taking an extended lunch.
However, if you remain calm and do exactly as I say...
...I promise you'll leave here with a rip-roaring story...
...to tell your friends and families.
Dear, would you mind answering that phone? No doubt it's for me.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I disturb you?
They said you were sedated.
Well, you know what they say: Can't keep a good man down.
Unfortunately, it's only a matter of time before the FBI pays you a visit...
...and we can't have that.
Because you are what is commonly referred to as a loose end.
Now, you should take heart.
Because if the Russians are furious now, imagine how irate they'll be...
...when they learn that there's been another fatality...
...as a result of Agent Ressler's attack on your convoy.
If it's any consolation, your heroic devotion...
...to our cause has earned you my most sincere respect.
Godspeed, sir.
Godspeed.
-What do you got? -We cut the power to the building.
Commandeered the phone lines. Both suspects are inside.
-Both suspects? -Agent Keen and Raymond Reddington.
-Keen? -We believe so.
He's got the hostages as human shields.
-Can't get a clear view inside. -Well, then. Let's find out.
What are you doing?
Hold fire.
Keen.
Keen!
Agent Ressler, excellent.
Do you have a pen? Because I'm ready to dictate a list of my demands.
I owe you, Keen. You saved my life back at that convoy.
Now let me return the favor.
Come out before this gets bad.
It's already gone bad, and you're making it worse.
If you wanna repay me, do what he says before somebody else gets hurt.
That won't happen, and you know it. The scene's locked down.
There's nowhere to go and you got zero leverage because I know you.
I know what you're capable of. You're not gonna hurt these people.
She won't, but I will.
Ready? My demands are as follows:
One, I want the immediate restoration of power to this building.
Two, an armored vehicle to transport us...
...safely and unmolested from this door to a runway of my choosing.
Three, bring me Marvin Gerard.
-You have 90 minutes. -That's it?
After that, a hostage dies every half hour.
That's it, Agent Ressler.
Marvin Gerard.
Graduated magna cum laude from Harvard...
...where, at the tender age of 31, he was appointed...
...the third youngest full professor in the institution's history.
He served as a prosecutor for three years, New York.
Later, joined his father-in-law's criminal defense firm as a partner.
He was on the short list for the federal bench...
...when his marriage to the boss's daughter hit the skids.
He serves a year for attempting to kidnap their son. Gets disbarred.
Currently he's incarcerated for seven to 10 in the Cumberland FCI.
Although disbarred, he acts as shadow counsel...
...to some of the biggest players in the criminal underworld. Politicians, CEOs...
...and one Raymond Reddington.
-Marvin Gerard? -Who are you?
What am I doing here?
I'm Special Agent Samar Navabi. You been briefed?
Rousted out of bed, cavity searched, shackled, transported like livestock?
Yes. Briefed? No.
One of your former clients is holding 17 civilians hostage in that diner.
He's demanded that we bring you here.
-Which one? -Raymond Reddington.
I have nothing to do with this.
I don't know what he wants from me. I am not going in there.
Well, you are going in.
If you could please disrobe....
Like hell. Call my lawyer. Who is your O.I.C.?
That would be me. Gentlemen, help Mr. Gerard out of his jumpsuit.
This will never work. If he asks, I'm gonna have to tell him...
...I'm wearing a wire.
It would be unethical for me to lie to my client.
Let the record reflect that I am complying under duress...
...and that my Fourth Amendment right to privacy is being violated.
As is my right not to be nauseated.
Per Reddington's demands.
Unbelievable.
I'll get that, dear.
The first table. Over there.
This is not working.
Lizzy, please.
Take a seat. I'll have Chui bring you a piece of pie.
I promise, you'll thank me.
Would you cut it out. A lawyer?
How is that gonna help us with this?
Lawyers find and exploit loopholes. It's what makes them so loathsome.
And Marvin Gerard is the most loathsome of them all.
That's what makes him so invaluable.
Speak of the devil.
-Hello, Marvin. -My parole hearing is next week.
Christmas came early.
You think this is a gift?
They'll probably tack on five more years just seeing you breathe in my direction.
-Are you wired? -Of course I'm wired.
I told them not to bother. I told you not to bother.
Elizabeth, Marvin Gerard.
-Criminal attorney. -One down.
Not necessarily in that order.
Finally, I am in the presence of greatness.
You're the one. You're the one who made him throw away his freedom.
-Good God, Marv, let it go. -What? You asked for my advice.
I was simply giving you, as a friend, a heads-up regarding my plans.
-You were a wonderful attorney. -And you were a terrible client.
Two.
Not that you're interested...
...but I just got engaged.
Becky Weinberg.
That little brunette Becky. From the old firm. The paralegal.
Oh, my God, you old dog.
Getting older by the minute.
You just extended my engagement about a decade with this stunt.
Now I'm never gonna make parole.
Becky and I-- She's not gonna wait around.
All right, counselor. Let's get down to business.
I have a situation that requires your undivided attention.
No, it doesn't. Turn yourselves in.
Marvin, hear me out. You don't have all the facts.
No, but I have eyes.
And I can see that you're in here and they're out there.
Now you're gonna start in with me about how...
...with you, there's always more than meets the eye.
-No! -Elizabeth!
Stop!
That's enough!
You broke his ribs. It sounds like his lung is punctured.
-You're hurting him. -Only way to stop the swelling.
-What do you care? -I didn't want anybody hurt.
Really? Seemed to me like you wanted to hurt him bad.
She didn't have a choice. What if he'd gotten her gun?
What then? You think we would be safer if he were armed?
You think you'd be safe?
What is he working on? A plea agreement?
Why else bring a lawyer in here other than to cut a deal?
If you think for one second I'm interested--
There will be no deal.
Then why go to all the trouble to bring him in here?
It doesn't make any sense.
Marvin Gerard was one of the most respected...
...defense attorneys on the eastern seaboard.
Perfect wife, perfect job. Perfect.
All of it, save for his son, Timothy.
Quiet boy.
Fell in with some bad eggs, it seems.
Disciplinary issues, troubles at school, drug abuse.
Timothy was getting a steady supply of amphetamines...
...from his mother's shrink. Ritalin, Adderall.
She constantly bullied the boy.
Marvin and his wife separated. He fought for custody.
Contacted police, social services.
But his wife was the princess in a very prominent and powerful legal dynasty...
...so no action was ever taken.
Timothy remained in her sole custody.
Her abuse worsened.
Convinced he had no other option, Marvin kidnapped the boy.
They tracked him down, of course. Returned the child to his mother.
Marvin was disbarred, convicted and incarcerated.
And what happened to his son?
A year later, Timothy hung himself.
He was 15.
Snipers in position for cover.
Teams, make simultaneous entries here and here.
Flash-bangs and smoke. Secure and contain a scenario.
Counter minimal risk of collateral damage. We're all set on my mark.
-He can't do that. Can you do that? -No. We don't have eyes inside.
Even a minimal risk of collateral damage is too much.
We wait. Reddington won't hurt anybody in that building. Keen won't let him.
Same girl who shot the attorney general?
-That was different. -She's in over her head.
Probably why they got spotted.
Wasn't her that was spotted. Anonymous tip came in on Reddington, not Keen.
Get me that 911 call.
Raymond.
Did you read this?
Yes. It's the voice transcripts we recovered from the Fulcrum.
No, I didn't ask if you recognized it, I asked you if you read it.
Specifically section 39c, pages 216 and 217, lines 5 through 19.
Here.
This can't be right.
God, no. It's all kinds of wrong.
This is a perilously fast run down a slippery road.
Granted, you'd have to hit all green lights, but...
...yeah, we could make it work.
He can't breathe.
Somebody help him! No, not you! You get away from him!
His chest cavity's filling with blood.
His lungs will collapse if we don't get him...
...medical attention in 20 to 30 minutes.
Fine. He'll be in Agent Ressler's capable care by then.
-We're leaving. -Leaving?
Attention, everyone. We're done here, so if you could all be so kind...
...as to gather up your belongings and step into the kitchen.
Except you two. You stay right there. Lucinda?
Chui, be a pal. Wrap up two slices of that delicious pecan pie.
I spent five years tracking Reddington and can count on one hand the times...
...we got a credible sighting.
I found the 911 call.
One second.
I'm very disappointed, Donald. I would've expected you, of all people...
...would've understood that when I make a demand, it's just that.
Stalling is not tolerated.
-We're doing the best we can. -Why isn't the power back on?
Where's my armored vehicle?
-We're working on it. -Work harder.
If the power isn't back in 60 seconds, I'll start shooting people.
Your time starts now.
-Give him the power. -He's bluffing.
I can't take that chance. Restore the power.
Counselor.
The least of your many talents, my friend.
He just looked right at me. It's him. It's Reddington.
-That's Reddington. -Called the tip in on himself.
This whole thing, he wanted us to-- Breach! Breach now!
Okay, everyone, let's pack it up.
I'm sorry you have to burn this operation on our account, Chui.
It was beautiful.
If only it lasted. They'll be packed and long gone before the FBI gets here.
This way.
Go!
Kitchen. Kitchen.
-They're not here. -Hell....
Get these people out of here.
Didn't just disappear. There's gotta be a way out.
Break down every wall if you have to.
Find them.
This is a bad situation, Red.
They will hunt me and they will find me.
And when they do, do you know where I'm going?
-In a hole. -Do you like Tahiti?
Solitary. Twenty-three hours a day. There will be no parole...
...and no chance of seeing Becky again.
-That's for sure. -You're a free man, Marvin.
Instead of facing a notoriously unpredictable parole board...
...and showering with the boys, you'll be unwinding...
...on a small banana plantation I have outside of Papeete.
Becky.
Get in the car, Marvin.
Have a mai tai, soak up some sun...
...because I'll be contacting you soon, and when I do...
...I want this plan of yours to be thoroughly mapped out.
We only have one shot at this.
I'll be in touch.
Make sure you have Heia air-dry your sheets. You'll sleep like a baby.
This whole thing...
...the diner, it wasn't a hostage situation, it was a jail break.
Yes.
We won't be able to fight our way out of this.
We're gonna have to think our way out.
-You really think he can help? -I do.
Where do we go from here?
The owner's gone...
...the lawyer's gone...
...and Red and Liz are gone.
Why would he go to all this trouble, risk everything, just to free Marvin Gerard?
Put the word out. They're in the wind, and we're back to square one.
You have no idea what I've offered Chui...
...to divulge the secret of this recipe.
He won't say...
...but I suspect it has something to do with how he beats his eggs.
I cannot stop thinking about that man from the diner.
-I wonder if he uses a whisk. -His wife...
...the way she looked at me.
No one's ever looked at me like that before.
-How do you do it? -Do what?
How do you deal with people looking at you that way? The fear?
How do you go on knowing that people are terrified of you?
From as early as I can remember...
...I dreamed of someday being captain of a ship.
To be out there on the ocean in the middle of the night...
...navigating by the stars.
I always thought it would be the greatest life on earth.
The people you're talking about...
...the ones who think they know you...
...they really don't know anything about you at all.
I've never told anyone that before.
About a life at sea.
Why didn't you do it? You went into Naval Intelligence instead.
It was the Cold War. There were spies to run.
The Cabal, they blamed you for something you hadn't done.
Sailors have been navigating by the stars for thousands of years.
Odysseus spent a decade at war...
...but his biggest battle was finding his way home.
I think you would've made a terrific captain.
I don't know.
You can't do every silly thing you want to in life.
You have to make your choices. You have to try to be happy with them.
I think we've done pretty well.
I'm not saying it's easy to ignore the way people look at you...
...but I hope you can find some solace...
...in the fact that when I look at you....
That's Polaris. The North Star.
That's how sailors used to find their way home.
When I look at you, that's what I see.
I see my way home.
I'm a man of my word. Your granddaughter's got the antidote.
Now it's your turn.
We lost your boss, and no one seems to know where he's gone.
But I have the sneaking suspicion...
...that you do.
So...
...where is Raymond Reddington?
We need to talk.