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Cameras online.

Requesting permission to proceed.

Permission granted, Team Leader.

Unit two, routine northern perimeter check.

Command, we've got movement on the south--

Say again?

Unit three?

Unit three, come back.

Unit two, respond.

Unit two. Unit two, respond.

That's the last one.

Set the charges. We're out in 90.

30 seconds.

We have no idea where she is or what he's doing with her.

Kirk thinks Agnes is his granddaughter,

so he won't hurt her.

You really think that Alexander Kirk is your biological father?

I don't know what to believe,

but after what happened, it's possible.

- She had a vision-- - A memory, of being at that house.

When you were 4.

I don't know how reliable a memory that is.

Alexander Kirk shot up a church full of federal agents

to get to you.

You almost died because of him.

Not exactly Father of the Year.

I agree. He had a reason for going that far,

and I don't think it was a family reunion.

According to Kirk, he was just doing whatever it took

to get his daughter away from Reddington.

Look how far we went to do the same thing.

Where are you on finding him?

We're searching, believe me.

But Kirk's got properties all over the world--

private houses, commercial real estate,

planes, boats...

Is this the evidence you seized from his place?

- Some of it. - "Some"?

This is our case.

Not anymore.

We're trying to coordinate a search

with over a dozen foreign governments.

Main Justice is running point now.

Well, we need to see everything.

- Yeah, not gonna happen. - Ressler, why not?

Because you lost your security clearance, Keen.

And technically,

both of you guys are victims in this case.

If you want, dig in.

As it is, I'm violating federal code.

I could go to jail for even showing you what I have.

You're back.

I'm so glad you're okay.

Look...

I'm sorry.

I never wanted to hurt anybody.

I think you didn't care who you hurt.

- Samar. - No.

It's okay.

We knew what pain it would cause,

and we did it anyway to protect our daughter.

I know you may not accept it,

but I hope you can at least understand.

Reddington.

You should know, I'm requesting a transfer.

I won't be staying.

This is where you wanted to meet?

I wonder what poor soul Mr. Kaplan buried down there.

Where is Mr. Kaplan?

I understand why you ran.

You believe your family's in danger because of who I am.

But what you don't seem to grasp is

you're also in danger because of who you are.

Alexander Kirk says he's my father.

I'm doing everything in my power to find Agnes

and bring her home safely to you.

Do you have any leads?

Yes.

What? Who?

I'll be handling it on my own.

I know you feel betrayed.

Samar and Aram feel betrayed. Everyone feels betrayed.

But...

my daughter is missing,

and if you have any idea how to find her,

you've got to tell me.

No, I don't.

I expected Kirk to go underground

after the FBI's raid at his estate.

He didn't.

I have it on good authority he reached out

to a... uniquely inventive young man named Miles McGrath.

Who is that?

He's a venture capitalist of sorts, for criminals.

What those in the tech industry might call an "incubator."

And you really believe that if we find McGrath,

he'll lead us to Kirk?

Not us. Me.

Miles McGrath was a child prodigy.

He wrote the code for OnScreen when he was at Princeton.

OnScreen?

That's a multi-billion-dollar social-media platform.

He founded it.

Within a couple of years, the board of directors concluded

he was a high-functioning sociopath and pushed him out.

He sued them, won the suit for over $100 million.

He turned his back on legitimate business.

He invested his money in a new business--

incubating crimes.

What, you mean, like... an Angel Investor?

Criminals come to him, pitch their business plan.

If he likes it, he invests his money

in exchange for a cut of the profits.

That's an amazing idea.

I mean, um, it's horrible, but, uh, it's amazing.

Okay. So what's McGrath's connection to Alexander Kirk?

I don't know.

All Reddington told me

was that he was staying at the Sovereign Royale tonight

on business in London.

Reddington is currently flying over,

hopes to drop in on him in the morning.

So that's it? We just... wait?

I mean, what if the guy checks out of the hotel

before Reddington gets there?

Get me the Bureau's attache in London.

I want eyes on McGrath-- now.

_

We destroyed the place.

The city won't have full power restored for at least five days.

All we needed was three.

- Construction? - Completed.

Halbeck thinks we can keep casualties under a dozen.

Sweet!

Think we're ready to roll into Phase Two.

Rear entrance.

He's not our target.

I'll have these sent to the FBI.

Maybe there's a connection.

What did you do, Harold?

I asked New Scotland Yard to keep eyes on McGrath.

Nothing more.

And now three families will have to bury their loved ones.

Hey, I'm aware of what happened.

I feel bad enough without you making it worse.

Maybe if you were more communicative,

we could've avoided this whole thing.

I was very clear with Elizabeth you were not to get involved.

- Where's McGrath? - Who knows?

He checked out of the Sovereign Grand

after those detectives were killed.

Thanks to you, Harold, he's on high alert,

and we just lost my best lead on Kirk and Agnes.

Maybe not.

When he was killed, one of the detectives

was in the process of uploading a photo to NSY London.

- Who's the photo of? - We don't know yet.

The upload was interrupted mid-stream by the killer.

Data was incomplete. Aram's looking at it now.

Looks like we're involved, whether you like it or not.

How's it going with the photo?

Uh, it's, uh-- it's not.

I tried to re-create it using a hex editor

and a customized bit of forensic software

to carve it off the drive...

Of course you did.

But, uh, there wasn't enough data to run,

so I tried a new LSM algorithm.

This is all I got.

Oh, my God.

That's it.

What's it?

Symmetry.

Some people's faces are symmetrical.

- Yours isn't, but... - Thank you.

No. Uh, no. No, no.

I just mean your right eye is a twinch larger than your left,

which is...

it's adorable.

- Plus, your chin kind of does this thing-- - Your idea?

Right. Uh, symmetry.

Just-- here. Watch this.

Look, all we're asking for is an update here, okay?

We're in the dark.

Surely there is something that you can tell us.

I know it's hard to hear,

but the Bureau doesn't have any actionable intel

on the whereabouts of Kirk or your daughter.

- Then why don't you get some? - Tom, please.

No, she works for the Bureau.

And the Bureau is doing everything we can.

Agent Savino is leading a team of agents

and combing through every piece of evidence

we confiscated from Kirk's residence.

Would that be the residence in Cape Breton

where you lost him?

I'm not sure that's fair.

The FBI failed to locate Mr. Kirk,

as did the regional police--