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Must be good to be home again, sir.

Yeah.

Well, we'll see about that.

Good afternoon. I'm here to see assistant director Harold Cooper.

Do you have an appointment? I do not.

Tell him it's Raymond Reddington.

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Ressler. Washington office. Case agent on Reddington.

When? An hour ago.

We confirm it's actually him?

It's him, all right. Prints match. Tattoos.

He even volunteered classified details about a Brussels mission in '08.

What happened in Brussels, sir? We tried to kill him, sir.

It really is him.

Came in with a briefcase containing every alias he's ever used.

Most of them we've never even heard of. What does he want?

Ressler: Don't know. Won't talk.

He's a stone. Call lab services.

Have them fit him with an alpha chip RFID tag.

Assemble a full intel review. NSA. CIA. What exactly do you want to know?

Cooper: Everything.

Ressler: Raymond "red" Reddington

attended the naval academy. Top of his class.

Graduated by the time he was 24.

He was being groomed for admiral.

Then in 1990, reddington's coming home

to see his wife and his daughter for Christmas. He never arrives.

This highly respected officer up and disappears from the face of the earth.

Until four years later,

when classified noforn documents start showing up in maghreb,

Islamabad, Beijing.

These leaks were traced to Reddington.

This guy's an equal opportunity offender, a facilitator of sorts,

who's built an enterprise brokering deals for fellow criminals.

Raymond: Ouch.

He has no country. He has no political agenda.

Reddington's only allegiance is to the highest bidder.

They call him something in the papers.

Ressler: "The concierge of crime."

He's online.

Raymond: Evidently

someone with the authority to make decisions has arrived.

I think I smell the stench of your Cologne, agent Cooper.

Smells like hubris.

Cooper: Get these feeds fixed.

I want him up here. Come on.

Raymond: You must have many questions,

so let's begin with the most important one.

Why I'm here.

Remember the 1986 attack on the u. S. Embassy in Damascus?

The abduction of the six foreign nationals

from the French consulate in Algiers in '97,

or the 2002 breach of the krung Thai bank in Bangkok?

You see these events as unrelated.

I can tell you one man is responsible for all three.

His name is ranko zamani.

You want him. I want him.

So let's say for the moment our interests are aligned.

"Ranko sin is a zamani."

Serbian national educated in the us.

Ranko zamani's been dead for six years. He's a non-existent threat.

Then a dead man just stepped off united 283 from Munich to Dulles.

He entered the country under the name sacha m. Chacko.

Cleared customs at 10:56 am. Okay, listen up, people.

Lab pulled a latent print from the airline arm rest.

Nine points of comparison.

Zamani's alive.

You have my attention.

Were you wrong?

I was wrong. Yes, you were wrong.

At least it's not the first time. Familiar territory.

Now, I'll give you zamani, but first...

No "but firsts." You don't decide anything.

Agent Cooper, you've overestimated your authority.

I said I'll help you find zamani and I will.

But from this point forward, there's one very important rule:

I speak only with Elizabeth keen.

Who the hell's Elizabeth keen?

Oh, buddy.

Seriously, dude?

Babe, what time is it? Yeah? I don't know.

What time you gotta be there? Oh, crap.

What's up? Liz: Crap.

What? No.

It's my first day. Babe, are you good? You need help?

I missed the bus, babe.

I'm gonna need to take the car. Okay.

You can't take the car. I need it. The field trip planning committee.

Liz: You took the dog out, right? I did.

For the field trip, air and space or the DC. Zoo?

The zoo's gender neutral. All right. Good thinking.

We're out of milk. Sorry.

Liz: Is this pee?

I'm standing in pee, babe.

He's your dog too. Thanks a lot.

I'm gonna smell like a urinary tract infection on my first day.

Hey, don't forget we got the last adoption meeting today, 1:30.

Hey, you heard me, right? 1:30? Yep, 1:30. Last meeting.

I'm in the car. You got the keys? Yeah, in my pocket.

Okay, I got your coffee. Okay. No more peeing, dude.

J“ I don't got no regrets n

what?

We both woke up seven minutes ago.

I'm pretty sure my pants are on backwards and I can barely see straight.

But you are somehow dressed,

composed and as beautiful as the day I met you.

I think I'm forgetting something. Yeah.

I'm not gonna let this job come between us and our family.

I know.

We want a family, we're going to have a family.

Wait. Were you serious about that kid thing? Because I got stuff going... ow!

Mama.

Today's the day. Yeah, I know.

Man, I am so proud of you. Thanks.

You worked so hard for this. Are you nervous?

No. But I am very late.

Agent keen. Donald ressler. Washington field office.

I need you to come with me right away.

Babe, I don't think I'm gonna need to take the car.

Agentkeen. An1igeflmgthatnght? Yes, sk. Heh.

Cooper. Assistant director of counter terrorism.

Yes, sir. I know who you are, sir.

So, uh, can you tell us what's going on?

I wish I could. I can tell you that

I've been vetted by the agency like everyone else.

You know, same background checks, psych profiles.

I'm sure opr's trolling my digital footprint right now,

and I can tell you what they'll find. What?

Nothing. I have no history with Reddington.

They tell me today's your first day as a profiler.

Yes. I was reassigned from New York. Graduated Quantico last month.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Do me a favor.

Profile yourself.

I'm sorry, sir? Who are you?

What is he looking for? Profile Elizabeth keen.

Oh, okay, heh, heh, uh...

Um...

Well, I've been with the bureau for four years.

I was the head of the mobile emergency psych unit in New York.

We worked murders, extortion... Read your resume.

Heh, of course.

My colleagues call me "sir."

They think I'm...

A bitch.

Like most kids who raised themselves, I can display narcissistic behavior.

I can be withdrawn,

disconnected, um...

I have a deep yearning to understand and relate to the criminal mind.

I'm board certified in forensic psychology and yet I operate under the delusion

that I can rewrite my past by having kids of my own.

Do you find it odd Reddington surrendered himself

the day you start working as a profiler?

I think that it suggests he was waiting for me.

Why you? Specifically.

Because I'm new and he thinks I can be easily manipulated.

The man obviously doesn't know me very well.

Liz: What is this place?

Ressler: DC. Metro sorting facility,

us. Postal service.

It was abandoned and slated for demo 12 years ago.

The bureau acquired the building post-9/11.

Been operating a variety of covert operations here ever since.

So this is a black site?

We're sentimental. We prefer to call it the, uh, post office.

If you need anything, remember,

we're right here.

Agent keen, what a pleasure.

Well...

I'm here.

You got rid of your highlights.

You look much less Baltimore.

Do you get back home much? Tell me about zamani.

I haven't been home in years.

Why involve me? I'm nobody.

It's my first day. Nothing special about me.

Oh, I think you're very special.

Within the hour, ranko zamani will abduct the daughter

of us. General Daniel Ryker.

There'll be some kind of diversion, communications will be scrambled,

and he'll grab the girl.

He wants to be out of the country within 36 hours.

If you don't move quickly, she will die.

That's what I know.

And how do you know this?

Because I'm the one who got him into the country.

And I'm supposed to believe you?

Ha, ha, ha! No, of course not. Ha-ha-ha.

I'm a criminal. Criminals are notorious liars.

Everything about me is a lie.

But if anyone can give me a second chance, it's you.

The two of us

have overcome so much.

I mean, look at you.

Abandoned by a father who was a career criminal,

a mother who died of weakness and shame.

Yet here you are, about to make a name for yourself,