Get out.
Through the door, up the stairs. She's waiting.
Hello?
Where is she? Please, I'm begging you.
Help, Daddy!
-Oh, my God... - That's far enough.
Zoe, are you okay?
-Please, let her down. -You brought the business manager?
Yes, she has the laptop, just like you said.
Did you know, citizen, that the richest 26 people on Earth
have as much wealth as the poorest 3.8 billion?
I find your boss's wealth to be an act of immorality,
so my friends and I are going to redistribute it in small amounts,
to those who need it more.
I will give you whatever you want, if you'd just, please, let Zoe down.
Sitting in a Fidelity savings and trust account
is an $8.6 million bonus that Jacob was given for stopping
the attempted unionization of his employees.
I want it.
You-- Wait, hang on, Susan.
-Can we talk about this? -Wrong answer.
Okay, okay, okay, just stop!
-You have my routing number, Susan? -Fine.
It's done. Now just let her go.
Not quite.
Your firm has 36 million at First Brooklyn Savings Bank.
It's the surplus from your corporate tax cut.
Money your board of directors intends to use to buy back stocks
and boost profits at the expense of workers.
I want it.
No, I can't do that. I don't have authorization--
-Susan does. -If we can talk about this--
No, stop, stop. I just-- I said, stop!
Daddy, please.
Okay, fine.
-Please, please, please. -Thank you both.
These assets will be redistributed in a thoughtful manner to those in need.
Zoe, thank you.
Jacob, you can have your daughter back.
Ted King? Donald Ressler, FBI. I was hoping to have a word
-with you and your wife. -Is something wrong?
Just a few questions. May I come in? Is your wife at home?
My wife had been sick for some time.
Cancer.
By the time the doctors found it, it was too late.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
No need to be sorry. We had a good life, Virginia and I.
I'm here to ask you about Katarina.
-Who? -Your stepdaughter, Katarina Rostova.
I don't know who that is.
Mr. King, if you expect me to believe that you don't know--
I don't care what you believe.
If my wife had a daughter, I think I'd know.
What is this anyway? Why are you here?
We believe that your wife's daughter from a previous marriage may be able
to help us identify and capture the number one
on our Most Wanted list, Raymond Reddington.
Now...
about Katarina...
I'm sorry you came all this way, but I don't know who this is.
If my wife had a child
from a previous relationship,
she never told me.
I hope you find this character you're looking for. I do.
But I'm afraid I can't help you.
Please, come in.
-This is a first. -I have a lead.
You answering the door.
-The Third Estate. -Where's Dembe?
I know why they procured the surveillance equipment.
To help them breach security systems favored by the aristocracy.
-Are you listening? -In the six years I've known you,
I can count, on one hand, the times I've seen you without Dembe.
So, yeah, I'm listening, for an answer to my question.
Dembe and I are having a bit of a disagreement over methodology.
-He thinks I'm being heavy-handed. About what?
Finding the person who turned me into the police.
He's been unusually oppositional.
I suggested he take some time
to more thoroughly reflect on my way of thinking.
Which is?
A top adviser to the president
is orchestrating a plot against your country.
She's engaged The Third Estate to help her. Why?
And who are they?
During the French Revolution, they were the 99 percent.
Their goal was to behead the 1 percent,
in order to create a more perfect union. Sound familiar?
Our 99 percent wants to soak the rich, not kill them.
Tell that to the billionaires whose children The Third Estate has abducted
from their homes.
-The surveillance equipment. -Five abductions in the past 18 months.
Ransomed for hundreds of millions of dollars.
That's terrible, but I seriously doubt kidnapping rich kids
is the plot against America Anna McMahon is orchestrating.
Or perhaps it's a way to finance something more diabolical.
Either way, it's a symptom of where the world is right now.
The rage of the many against the few.
Like the rage you have against the person who turned you in.
-Both are indomitable. -Anna McMahon oversees all our cases.
So if we bring this to her, she's gonna know we're going after her.
Won't that be perfectly awkward.
I almost wish I could be there to see the expression on her face
when she finds out.
-The Third Estate? You've heard of them?
I think they were mentioned in an intel briefing.
Domestic political agitators?
-Small potatoes. -Reddington says
they've kidnapped the children of some of the wealthiest
-in the country. -Zoe Mercer, Oliver Page,
Matt Ford, Mia Walker, and Des Foy:
scions of oil, real estate, pharmaceuticals, and finance.
These are high-profile scions from high-profile families.
If they've been abducted, why didn't we know?
They threatened to kill them if they told anyone.
They paid in private.
And the children? Were they safely returned?
Four were, after their parents paid
-nearly $300 million. -And the fifth?
-Des Foy was taken two days ago. Unlike the others, they refused
to make the secret settlement and went straight to the NYPD.
Aram, talk to the department, tell them we will assist.
Keen, Ressler, talk to the Foys.
I want options on how to get their son back, and I want them fast.
-So much for "small potatoes." -Why'd he bring you this case?
I don't know or care. A life hangs in the balance.
-That's reason enough for me. -He has a reason.
I've read your case files, he always has a reason.
Yes, or a target.
Your son tells me you hate going into the city.
But tomorrow, you're gonna cross the river
-and see how the other half lives. -Aah!
There's a bus station at 136th and Lincoln.
Be there at 11 a.m. Come alone or your son dies.
How long ago did he call?
-I'm not paying. Not one penny. -About an hour. Don't listen to him.
We'll pay.
If you do the ransom drop, we can use your money to lure them in.
Five kids have been taken. You know why they keep doing it?
Because it works. If we give in, someone else's kid will be next.
-I don't care, I want my son. -I am not capitulating to terrorists.
Negotiation isn't capitulation. The longer you string them along,
the more opportunities we'll have to locate your son.
You have every right to be angry, and when you're angry,
it's difficult to trust people, but you can trust us.
Our only interest is Des's safety.
I'm not paying the ransom, but...
if you think it'll help get him back,
I will be on that bench tomorrow.
Nahim tells me you rented out his entire restaurant for Ramadan.
I wanted to sponsor a few iftars for the community.
You know I appreciate all your contributions.
You basically built our new tea room.
But I wish I saw less of your checks and more of you.
You look troubled.
I've lived by blind faith, even when I don't like what I see.
I'm not sure I can do that anymore.
Foys are playing ball.
-I've already alerted a TAC unit. -Surveillance vans with audio feeds
are prepped and ready to go. Mr. Foy will be wearing a tracker.
Aren't we gonna need Mother Superior's okay?
I think where she's concerned, we'll go with seeking forgiveness
rather than asking permission.
It's under control.
They suspect you. -Which is why I'm here.
So it never amounts to more than suspicion.
Need I remind you what's at stake?
Sure, because I'm gonna forget that the country hangs in the balance.
-Failure's unacceptable. -So is having no sense of humor.
Why don't you take care of your problem and I'll take care of mine.
My word is my bond.
And before I break my word, I will give my life.
And you have given your word to your employer.
My bond with him extends through this life and into the next.
But it brings you no peace.
It has required compromise, lies
and killing.
Seemingly, without end.
The first principles of sharia is the preservation of human life.
Has your work with him saved the lives of innocents?
It did.
Now I'm not so sure.
Perhaps this question is not about your employer,
but about you.
Perhaps you've begun to wonder, is there more to life than protecting him?
And my bond?
There are many jihads in this world.
But the hardest jihad you will ever fight is the one with yourself.
It is our prophet's ideal-- Peace be on him.
--to fulfill your oath.
But not at the expense of your soul or finding your true intention in life.
Is it self-glory
or in defense of a higher cause?
If it is the latter,
then you must always guard the purity of your intention
against corruption by shaitan.
Relax, we've got eyes all around, we'll bring your son home.
I'm still not giving him my money. So your plan better work.
-Aram, you good? Cell's up, I got a pic.
HRT is standing by.
Mr. Foy, just do what they say. We'll make our approach
when we know both you and Des are safe.
-Aram, heads up. -Okay, here we go.
Guys, that's not his cell.
-There's a phone. What should I do? -Answer it.
-Hello? You have the routing number?
-Yes. -Aram, talk to me.
Tell me you can pull that audio.
No, but I'll try and triangulate that signal.
-I'm working on it. -Take your cell phone
and drop it in the trash.
Across the street is a coffee shop. Go inside.
He dumped his cell. Asset's on the move, headed south on Fordham.
-Aram-- I'm working on it.
Mr. Foy, we can't hear that cell, but we're right here with you.
There is a young woman sitting near the window.
-She has something for you. -We got a problem.
This signal is bouncing from mirror site to mirror site, and I can't seem to... Whoa.
-What happened? Lost signal.
Caller hung up.
They're operating Foy. Someone's got eyes.
I'm guessing they got a spotter out here.
See if you can pull him up on our recon feeds. Get a visual.
Mr. Foy, be careful.
We're dealing with a team here.
Aram, let me know if you get a visual and a location.
Working on that. They're directing me to a car.
-Do I get in? -What car? Where?
Black Mercedes, out back, I think.
-There! Yes, we got your spotter.
Hotel rooftop, 137th and Ryder.
-Yes. Who are you talking to, Mr. Foy?
-What? No one. -You bring friends?
Some sort of K & R team that you think could help?
No, wait. Now, you listen to me.
That was a mistake, David.
Hey!
Whoever you are, I'm gonna use every dollar I have to hunt you down.
Agent Ressler, black G-Wagen headed your way.
The spotter is packing up, headed for the fire escape
on the east side of the building.
You assured me.
Mr. Foy, calm down. -Don't tell me to calm down.
You don't tell me anything.
-I should never have listened to you. -We're doing everything in our power--
-How do you wanna handle this? -Give me that.
-Hello? It's me, I'm here. Des: No, please.
Call my dad. He's rich. He'll pay.
I gave you instructions, you disobeyed them.
So we're done.
Please, no.
There's gotta be a clue in here somewhere.
Their wardrobe, those masks.
-Why those masks? -I feel like we're responsible
-for what happened. -They look like death masks.
If we hadn't lost the father, if I'd found that spotter,
-we could've found where they were-- -Des Foy is dead
because his father refused to pay the ransom. That's on him.
If we don't catch these guys and someone else dies, that's on us.
That's it.
-What's it? -The rack.
-What about the rack? -That's our lead.
-A torture device from the 18th century? -Antique weapons,
the rare and the macabre, do you know who trades in them?
Oh, my, yes.
I know just the person. Marie Mortel.
Thumbscrews, Iron Spiders, the occasional Judas Cradle.
-What's your fancy? I'm texting you a picture of the rack
used by the kidnappers.
Can you send it to her and tell us what she knows?
Gladly, I've been meaning to pay her a visit.
Judas Cradle, people use this?
Yes, often quite voluntarily.
Dembe.
How are we?
I'm a student conforming to your teachings.
Some of which I like, some of which I don't.
I don't expect you to like it all.
And you can leave at any time.
But if you stay, I need to know I can count on you.
My word is my bond.
Yes.
Good.
I want you to set a meeting with Maxwell Ruddiger.
Very few people knew I was in New York on the day I was arrested.
He was one. He was there.
So, please, call Ruddiger.
What do you plan to do with him?
I have no plan, one way or another.
The hood worn by the executioner who beheaded Anne Boleyn.
Your basic enema pump.
Skull crusher.
Ah! Ha-ha.
Judas Cradle, of course.
The pistol used in the attempted assassination of Bismarck in 1866.
Oh, my goodness, a Holy Nail.
One of 30 in existence.
Discovered at the base of the True Cross and placed
in the Basilica of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.
Marie, you've outdone yourself.
I'm not the one who beat death by lethal injection.
Is it too much to ask, you've brought me a syringe?
I didn't, but whatever object does lay me low,
I'd be honored if it ended up here.
So, what brings you? Are you buying or selling?
I'm wondering if you can help us locate this,
an ancient device resurrected to inflict contemporary pain.
Constitutio Criminalis Theresiana, the criminal code of Maria Theresia,
archduchess of Austria.
Promulgated in 1768 to unify criminal law throughout Europe.
-The rack is part of a legal code? -A key part: judicial torture.
That is a rare piece. It belongs in my collection.
Help us find it and I'll make sure that happens.
I'll ask around. If it's authentic, I'll find its provenance.
But enough shop talk, I have to show you a saber
Genghis Khan used to kill hordes of hordes.
Forgive the pun, but it's to die for.
I've been thinking a lot about our last conversation.
I appreciate you calling. You said you remembered something.
I'm afraid I wasn't completely up front with you before.
About what?
I met Virginia in 1998.
The love of my life.
I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her.
She told me she was from St. Petersburg,
that she'd split with her husband in her forties.
Came to America to start over and spent the rest of her life here.
That was that, until about eight years ago.
I found a photograph between the pages of a book in the bedroom.
She said that it was the only photo she had of her daughter.
That they'd had a falling out
and that she hoped that they would reconnect
at some point.
They were in touch?
No, I don't think so.
-But they could have been. -Virginia didn't talk about it.
She said it was too painful,
that the falling out that they'd had was her greatest regret.
-I see. -Near the end,
Virginia wrote her a letter.
I don't know if she wrote any other letters.
But by that time,
she was in hospice.
So she asked me to mail it.
It was her way of clearing the air, I guess.
Get some closure before she...
Well, anyway,
she gave me the address and I mailed it.
-Mailed it where? -Post office box, upstate New York.
-Do you remember the address? -This girl, Virginia's daughter,
Katarina Rostova you call her,
I looked her up.
They say she's some kind of Russian spy.
Yes, she was a Russian spy.
I'm sorry, give me a minute.
-Yeah. Remember the getaway car?
-Black Mercedes? I remember.
Aram uncovered a suspicious vehicle report filed 48 hours ago.
Black Mercedes G-Wagen, no plates.
-Who filed it? -Della Whitmore,
the pharmaceutical heiress.
She spotted the car loitering outside her mansion.
-Does she have kids? -A 22-year-old son.
Text me the address.
Sorry, my apologies, Mr. King.
Your wife, we believe she may have been running from someone or something.
If that's true...
then I really didn't know her.
Mrs. Whitmore, I need you to tell us exactly what they said.
They said that they would call us back with demands,
and that they'd kill him if we didn't do as instructed.
-You called the police? -They told us not to.
This is a terrible situation,
but I have to tell you that the last person whose son was taken
refused to pay the ransom and his son was killed.
They're all too well aware of that. How are you holding up, Dell?
You okay?
-You know each other. -Marcus.
These are the agents I was telling you about.
My son is dead because of them.
Please, I'm begging you,
do not listen to a word they say to you.
Excuse me, we're looking for Noel Gerrick.
Here he comes.
And there he goes.
Wouldn't a racetrack be better suited for this?
He used to come here all the time as a kid.
When he made his first billion, he bought the park. He loves this place.
-I'm Steve Holman, and you are? -Bored to tears.
Why is it that men your age feel the need to compensate
for an increasingly flaccid penis?
It's only natural.
So is cholera.
I do hope you're not the poor man's girlfriend.
Don't be perverse. I'm much too old to be his girlfriend.
-I'm his daughter. -Well, aren't you being a good sport.
You shouldn't go out there.
Men my age don't compensate, we do what we want.
Youth compensates.
With disrespect and poor taste.
-Mister, you gotta move. -Let's say he's doing about 100,
the stopping distance will be around 600 feet.
A flaccid old man could never think that fast.
Perhaps your father has a bit more pep in his step than you think.
Are you trying to get yourself killed? What the--?
Scoot over, Noel, I'm driving.
Just to be clear, you want us to pay the ransom.
Absolutely, these are kidnappers, not killers.
-They killed my son. -I'm sorry, yes.
And they will pay dearly for that, but what I'm trying to say is,
everyone who has paid the ransom has gotten their child back.
And given these killers the incentive to take another child.
Your payment should lead us to them before they can take anyone else.
Excuse me.
-This is Agent Ressler. Hi, this is Jake Lee
over at the Postbox Elite in Wilmington.
Got a message the FBI was interested in some security footage?
That's right. We're looking for a person who picked up a letter from Box 642
-in the first week of February. -This is a terribly difficult decision.
-Actually, it's not. -Finally, we agree on something.
Could Marcus and I have a moment?
Of course. Take your time.
Thank you.
-Everything okay? -I was about to ask the same.
Yeah, just tracking a letter I was expecting. All's good.
The hell is wrong with you? Stop the car. Let me out.
I suspect you have an interest in history, Noel.
Did you know, before her date with the guillotine,
Marie Antoinette had a chance to escape from France?
But she just couldn't bear to travel like a commoner.
She insisted on a rosewood carriage, lined in ivory, large enough for herself,
three chambermaids, four footmen, and all their luggage.
The finished product was so decadent,
you could only go two miles per hour before breaking down altogether.
Just imagine if this had been her getaway car.
She could've settled in London and eaten cake for the next 50 years.
Good golly, I haven't moved this fast since my first date with Jen Parsons
at the roller rink.
If we can maybe just pull over, talk outside the car...
Constitutio Criminalis Theresiana,
the criminal code that sanctioned Marie's beheading
as well as judicial torture.
The rack was a particularly gruesome tool
in the Ancien Régime's torture kit.
I understand you purchased one at auction.
I like legal history, how laws were enforced.
A rather peculiar hobby I'd love to hear more about,
but as I'm pressed for time, let's focus on the rack.
-Who did you sell it to? -Nobody.
-Is this vinyl? -It's premium vinyl.
Ha-ha. Good, the blood will wipe right off.
Watch where you're going.
-A name. -I didn't sell it.
I'm not a dealer, I'm a collector.
Ah. Where's your collection?
-That's your decision? -It's the right thing to do.
-For who? Not your son. -We sent two children to war.
In Iraq and Afghanistan, that wasn't good for them either.
-It was the right thing to do. -Trust me, it's not the same thing.
No, it's not. In a war, the enemy is hard to defeat.
If you do your job, then this enemy, whoever they are,
should be easy to defeat.
Do your job.
And then we can do the right thing
and save our son.
-Anything? -An address.
Aram, hey. What do we know?
Exposed on all sides.
Poor sight lines on our end, no easy point of entry.
-Unsubs? -Spotters count six, could be double.
-No way to tell. -Could you get us cameras inside?
My team can snake a borescope down 300 feet of sewer line
to the kitchen sink, but I can't do it here.
-Not while remaining unseen. -What about their cameras?
Whose cameras?
Well, it appears they have IR bullet cams here,
here and here, which means it's likely they have internal surveillance.
-What are you getting at? -Get me up to the building's trunk line,
there's a chance I could splice into the multiplexer,
-get you access to their feeds. -Who is this guy again?
Oh, I'm so sorry, Agent Mojtabai, and you're very commanding, sir.
-Thank you. Say we try to do this,
even if you could splice into those feeds,
how do you suggest we do it without tipping them off?
Hi, Navid from InstaCable.
I got an install across the street. Their gang supply is mounted
on your building. Mind letting me access the cable box?
-Sorry, it's not a good time. -Oh, oh.
I gotta access that gang supply.
-I didn't order cable. -Maybe you don't understand.
If I call out a bucket truck,
they'll see you're bypassing the terminal block screw and fine you.
It's not to code.
-All right, whatever, lady, your problem. -Hold on, just, uh...
What exactly do you need us to do?
-Hey, it's me. I think we got a situation. -What kind of situation?
There was some guy here at the track, asking my dad questions.
Navid, why don't you come with me.
-Okay, just hold on a second. -Now.
Look, um...
Whatever you think this is--
Hey.
You're a...
What, like a-- Like a guard?
Tell me if the-- The Whitmore boy, Tyler, is he here?
Is he safe?
If you let me talk to whoever's in charge, I can help you.
You have my wallet, my cell phone, so you know that I'm an FBI agent.
I need to speak to whoever's in charge. Please. You hear me?
Hey. Hey, listen to me. Listen, I'm trying to help you.
You need to get whoever's in charge and tell them that the FBI is
gonna call that phone, right there, any minute now.
They'll try to make contact, and when they do, you need to answer.
Do you hear me? Come on.
You need to answer that phone.
Talk to me.
HRT's on the line with one of the kidnappers.
Aram and the Whitmore kid. Have we confirmed they're unharmed?
No, they're thinking about breaching, but they don't know the layout,
how many people are inside or how heavily armed.
I can't do that, not unless you give me something in return.
This is Deputy Director Harold Cooper, FBI.
I'll hang up, and you'll call me back on FaceTime.
And when you do,
I wanna see the hostages, make sure they're all right.
We have nothing to discuss until that happens.
You think that was the best way to handle it?
No, I think it was the only way.
Agent Mojtabai.
Sir, am I glad to see you.
Are you hurt? -I'm fine.
-The other hostage? We haven't hurt anyone.
Who am I speaking with?
It'll stay that way unless you do something stupid.
We're not going to storm in, we're just gonna talk. You and me.
There's gotta be a way out of this. Help me figure out what it is.
Now, tell me, what is your name?
He saw my face, he can identify me.
I think being identified is the least of our concerns right now.
You have to let Tyler Whitmore go.
Not me, you can keep me here, but the boy needs to be set free.
If you don't, they'll swarm this building.
It'll be a show of force unlike anything that you've ever seen before.
You don't have to let me go, I can be your hostage.
Me, I can be your hostage. But he's gotta walk.
He's gotta walk.
Try that again, see if I don't pull the trigger.
-Let me help you-- -Shut up!
I saw what you did to Des Foy.
I watched him die.
And I saw what it did to his parents. I'm-- I'm begging you, please.
Come on.
Don't do that.
Just...
Let Tyler Whitmore go.
Commander, is HRT prepared to breach or not?
-We are. Just waiting on the go order. Which you do not have.
-If we go in, the hostages will die. -You don't know that.
I know they'll have no incentive to keep them alive.
-If we keep negotiating, they do. -You've been negotiating
for an hour, what do you have to show for it?
Absolutely nothing because there is nothing to negotiate.
We're not letting them go, they're not giving the hostages up.
-You have to trust the process. -No, actually, I don't.
You have operational command of the task force,
but in the field, I won't take orders from you.
You're not. You're taking orders from her.
Della Whitmore bundled 32 million for the midterms,
re-electing the chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee.
The chairman will do anything for her.
Including rolling tanks on that warehouse,
if that's what it takes to free her son.
Either you send in HRT, or he sends in the National Guard.
You should know, we've decided not to release Whitmore.
No point spending the rest of our lives in prison, we're gonna fight.
-Don't do that. -I'm not going to prison.
Here's what you'll do.
You're gonna tell me where Tyler is
and you're gonna help me get him out of this building.
-Where is he? -I'm right here.
Des.
You're alive?
-I thought-- Des: You thought we were the victims
of The Third Estate?
We are The Third Estate.
Des, talk to me about the ransom money.
I need to know where it was sent. I need a name.
All your friends are going to jail.
If you cooperate, we can help you.
The money.
I think you kicked it upstairs to the head of The Third Estate.
Who is he?
His lawyer's here.
I'm not talking to any lawyers.
I understand you're angry.
Angry at your father.
My guess is you knew he was never gonna pay that ransom
and that you felt like he didn't care if you came home or not.
For what it's worth, I did.
I wanted to see you get back home to your family...
and I'm sorry your friend Tyler didn't.
He's dead?
I'm sorry.
Des, we need your help.
Talk to us about who runs The Third Estate.
I took the liberty.
Who are you? What do you want?
Anna McMahon.
-I don't know who that is. -Oh, you're too modest.
You are The Third Estate.
You got trust-fund babies to go on a kidnapping spree
and you kicked the ransom money to one of the most powerful figures
in the United States government.
I wanna know why.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Refresh your memory?
No.
How about now?
Please stop.
Last chance.
Anna McMahon.
You can spill your guts or your brains, I'm good either way.
There's no connection?
If there was, he would've told me.
Anna McMahon isn't working with The Third Estate.
It doesn't appear so.
But Olivia Olson's files, McMahon turned all of them
over to Main Justice except the file on The Third Estate.
Why would she do that if they weren't working together?
I knew they'd check to see if I withheld anything.
-So I did. -You held their file from Main Justice
because you wanted to put The Third Estate on the FBI's radar?
The FBI now knows about an organization hell-bent on domestic terrorism,
on taking down the rich and powerful.
-This'll only put our plan into effect-- -Like I said, it's under control.
All we know for sure, Harold, is that Anna McMahon
is a much worthier adversary than we thought.
A fact which, much to my dismay, I find oddly arousing.
Maybe it's the red hair.
We have a problem.
Reddington told me you two had a falling out.
We did.
Over our problem.
-Our secret, yours and mine. -He can't know who turned him in.
He won't stop looking.
So? He looks.
-It's a puzzle he can't solve, so what? -Ruddiger.
Maxwell Ruddiger, what about him?
He was in New York the day you turned in Raymond.
So?
I've set an appointment for him to meet with Raymond.
Ruddiger's a friend.
Maybe, maybe not.
You think he'd do something to Ruddiger?
To set an example for anyone who knows the identity of the person
who turned him in to come forward.
Is that what you're gonna do? Come forward?
I'm coming forward to you.
You must tell him, Elizabeth. Because if you don't, I will.
Ruddiger?
An appointment has been set.
Excellent.
A silver lining at the end of a grimly overcast day.
I was wrong about Anna McMahon.
We're no closer to identifying her plot than we were yesterday.
But Ruddiger, I have a good feeling about him.
Jake Lee?
-That's right. -Donald Ressler.
We spoke about Box 642?
Sure, I looked into the security footage like you asked.
The drives cycle out after 90 days, but I took a look,
and Box 642 was accessed only once in that time.
February, like you said. Thirteenth. I printed the best image I could.
I don't understand, the letter was sent to a woman.
The box is registered to a Tracy Ivers,
-but that's the guy who picked it up. -Do you know him?
Can't say I do. Phone's disconnected, the account's paid by money order.
But anyone with a key can obviously open the box.
He in some kind of trouble? What did he do?
Wish I knew more.
I asked everyone here, we got no idea who he is.
-How about we start with that hard drive? -Sure.