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Hello?

What?

I'll be right there.

Excuse me, sir. Your business?

Hotel Medical Services.

We received a call from a guest with nausea and vomiting.

I've got a federal defendant under house arrest.

We have orders to monitor all activities on the floor.

Oh, this guest is a UN investigator who thinks

he may have been exposed to nuclear materials.

Hello?

Oh, my God. He's on fire.

This guy's prodromal.

So you're saying he was exposed?

He needs a hospital!

Agonal respirations. Thready pulse.

You're gonna need to ventilate.

You coming? It's contagious, right?

Yeah. Like the giggles. If the giggles could kill you.

We're in.

What the... Who the hell are you?

I'm here to get you out.

Who sent you? Coates? Bryson?

We need to go now. I hope you're not afraid of heights.

Step in. EMI-shielding.

So the feds won't know we removed your ankle monitor.

So how do we get past the cops?

No one goes in or out of this room until it's decontaminated.

Got it?

Hey! Hey!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Stop right there!

- When did it happen? - A little over two hours ago.

- Two hours? - I didn't want to call you

until I knew the news was good.

- It's good. - How good?

I think it's safe to say

he's back to his same old chipper self.

Hello, Dom. You've been outflanked.

Katarina's been surprisingly formidable.

Ah, like France guarding the Maginot Line

during the Blitzkrieg.

She still hasn't found what she's after.

She captured and nearly killed you.

She put me in a coma.

Anything else?

Or on the seventh day did she rest?

You should rest.

So there is more.

The seizures are gone, but the doctor says

keeping it that way requires you to be calm and rested.

It's Masha now, isn't it?

She knows I'm not Ilya.

So... she knows I lied to her.

Elizabeth is here.

We want the same thing.

With her help, we'll get it.

I want Masha's trust. I had it.

Thanks to you, I don't have it anymore.

How's the patient?

Tired. He just... needs more rest.

We have a case to discuss.

- Roanoke? - He makes people disappear.

Like Maddy Tolliver.

Is that what her banker told you? She contracted him?

At her instruction, the banker wired money

into a Philadelphia account controlled by Roanoke.

Your tremors are gone.

They are.

But not the underlying condition.

I need you to focus on Roanoke, not on me.

Can you do that?

General Kony gave combat-ready troops the slip

in Uganda.

Achemez Gochiyayev

killed 293 people in the apartment bombings

that triggered the Second Chechen War

and then was never seen again.

Both vanished, escaped capture

with the assistance of a man who calls himself Roanoke.

Roanoke. Like the lost colony that mysteriously vanished.

Cute. We have a name?

We don't know his name or location

or even if he's still alive.

Reddington says Roanoke was thought to be dead or captured,

but a recent extraction in Pennsylvania proves otherwise.

We believe this is Roanoke.

I know this guy.

He was arrested after 9/11

for getting Al-Qaeda loyalists out of the country.

If he's in our system, we must have an ID.

We have his prints, his DNA.

We know he has a distinctive scar on his right cheek.

What we don't have is a name.

The authorities at Qincheng Prison got a series of aliases

but nothing authentic before he escaped.

He escaped Qincheng?

Tell us about the extraction in Pennsylvania.

Lev Pasternak. Russian oligarch.

Disappeared from a Philadelphia hotel room

where he was on house arrest pending trial for murder.

Then let's get a team up there to start looking for him.

You should know that the reason Reddington gave us this case

is because the next person Roanoke is supposed to disappear

is Maddy Tolliver.

What? Uh... I thought she was dead.

Yeah, no. She's not.

Why didn't you tell us?

Because she's also not Maddy Tolliver.

She's my mother.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Uh, hang on a second.

The woman from across the hall is your...

That means you got to spend time with your Mom

after all these years.

Yeah, she was pretending to be someone else

and trying to kill a lot of people you care about,

but, still, that... I mean, that must have been,

you know... uh, meaningful?

Does Reddington understand he's asking you to try

and capture your mother... And if you do,

she might get the death penalty?

Yeah. I think he does.

And so do I.

Really? Because Park's right.

Your mother's life may hang in the balance.

And if we do this,

your allegiance has to be to us, not her.

Can you promise me that?

Yes. I can.

Okay, then. Roll out.

- How could you tell him that? - Because it's the truth.

You're not gonna tell your own mother

that we're hunting her down?

I don't have to. She knows.

Wait, how? Who told her?

She had the chance to keep Reddington

from meeting her banker, and she didn't take it.

Why would she do that?

I have absolutely no idea.

Because it makes her easier to be found.

Who's the mastermind behind getting me out?

Roanoke.

Whoever that is, I'm gonna make him filthy rich.

The only reward he wants is for you to stand right there.

Okay. Sure. What happens right here?

Oh, no. No.

I noticed it too late.

Two EMTs went in. Three came out.

By the time I got down there, Pasternak was in the ambulance.

Can you ID the guys who took him?

ID 'em? I thought I shot 'em.

You didn't shoot anyone. Maybe you missed.

Maybe. But I did two tours in Afghanistan as a sniper.

I don't miss.

Aram just sent this over from the hotel security feeds.

- Ballistic glass. - Yeah. And armor-plated.

Look how low it rides.

An armor-plated ambulance.

I told you I don't miss.

Whoever did the retrofit probably did it for Roanoke.

Could be he knows how to find him.

I'll text the man in the hat.

If anyone knows who makes armor-plated ambulances,

it's him.

What is the meaning of this? W-Who do you think you are?

Fun fact... Li Qing Yuen ate wolfberries

every day of his life

and was said to have lived to the ripe old age of 256.

From 1677 to 1933.

Imagine!

He could have had dinner with both Newton and Einstein.

Separately, of course.

Elizabeth texted something about a custom armor-plate job.

Give her Eduardo's number and tell her she may need

to incentivize dear Eddy to get him to talk.

To immortality.

Ahh.

My associate spoke to the doorman

on his way into your building.

And the doorman said a downstairs apartment

recently sold for four-six.

And there's another one on the market.

But I doubt the board will approve your application.

I'm surprised they approved yours.

Or did you fail to mention your role

in helping Roanoke escape captivity?

I suppose a lot of Park Avenue apartments

are owned by your countrymen, but I doubt any of them

used to be superintendent of a Chinese prison.

What do you want?

Ahh. What do I want?

Years ago, I was in a taxi

on my way to a rendezvous in Kowloon City.

This must have been around '98, '99.

They'd just closed Kai Tak Airport,

and everything was going in and out

of the big, brand-new Hong Kong International.

The place was gigundous.

Largest passenger terminal in the world at the time.

I'd come in on a cargo flight,