The Blacklist

J“ well, ihearit's fine if you got the time j“

j“ and a ten to get yourself in j“

man 1: Yeah!

J“ most every night j“

man 2: Yeah!

J“ I might be mistaken hm, hm, hm j“j“

Oh, my stars.

Is that how you cope with this insufferable humidity?

I couldn't do it.

- We had an agreement. - We did.

I told you if I found you in my territory again, I'd kill you.

Tell the boy not to pull on the brim of the hat.

What's in the box?

I've come to propose a business transaction.

No, we have no business. The box.

Typically, I steer clear of tin-pot dictators...

Who employ boy soldiers, but I'm afraid this situation is unique.

Well, now you're being short-sighted.

Tell him to put the gun down.

I'm glad to know you're a man of decisive action.

You see, yabaari...

You didn't actually find me, I found you.

And while your prepubescent ruffians may not know it...

They brought me here to strike a deal that could benefit all of us.

What kind of deal?

A man calling himself Berlin hired a bounty hunter...

To find me and my associates.

That bounty worked for you. I've since dispatched of him...

But if Berlin hired one bounty hunter, he hired five.

I want their names.

I'm willing to pay 3 million.

We do need to move quickly, though. You have 30 seconds.

Yabaari: Or what?

Or you give me the names for free.

We really should act swiftly.

We really should kill you and keep your money.

Now, there's a point of view that I can relate to.

Yabaari, look at me.

Give me what I want, or so help me god, I'll make it rain fire on you.

Funny thing, I recently acquired three hellfire missiles...

At a considerable discount.

If you give me what I want, I can still call off the other two.

- But I'll need to borrow your phone. - I know nothing.

I think you do, yabaari. I think you've heard things.

Who else has Berlin hired to hunt me?

- The Cuban, orci. - I've dealt with orci. Who else?

I told you, I don't know!

Okay. It's okay. There was someone. I can't remember his name.

They call him something.

The prince, the lord...

Lord Baltimore.

Yabaari: Fetch the water! What are you doing?

Go, go.

He burned it?

Are you kidding me? $3 million?

- We understand he has a lead. - Reddington has had lots of leads...

The past two months. Humint was supposed to help us...

In our search for this... we still don't know what this Berlin's real name is.

One thing we do know is that the FBI has allowed its number four...

To hand out 12 million in untraceable, black-bag cash to his friends.

That money was used for local intel. I'm confident Redding...

That money has people on the intelligence committee asking questions.

The actions that concern you were approved by my predecessor.

Now, I don't want to criticize Harold Cooper...

And I wish him a speedy recovery, but as interim director of this task force...

I can assure you the situation is under control.

Wright: I am the deputy Attorney General.

If I say I want to talk to Reddington...

I talk to Reddington.

Ressler: That's great, but we have a thing here.

Reddington only talks with Elizabeth keen.

J“ don't want no sugar in my coffee j“

j“ it makes me mean lord, it makes me mean j“

j“ don't want no j“

j“ well, you can trace lines in your face j“

j“ but it's the weight of your spirit makes you old j“

j“ though you hate j“

j“ to see it go j“

j“ this old world is but pennies on your floor j“

j“ and all I've seen j“

j“ and all you've done j“

j“ all it means we'll be sorry when you're gone j“j“.

- Did you take a different route? - Justice is freaking out.

- Change your hotel? - Hellfire missiles?

- Seriously? - Life is far too important a thing...

Ever to talk seriously about.

Martin won't protect the task force. He doesn't care that Berlin is still targeting us.

And without Cooper to defend our actions...

People love to decry big brother, the NSA...

The government listening in on their most private lives.

Yet they all willingly go online and hand over...

The most intimate details of those lives to big data.

Most people don't care that Google knows their search history.

They know more than that. They know your habits. The banks you use.

The pills you pop. The men or women you sleep with.

Every piece of information is worth something to somebody.

And in the hands of the wrong person, that could be deadly.

- You have a lead. - Lord Baltimore is in town.

- Lord Baltimore? - He's a tracker by trade...

But his methods are thoroughly modern.

He's made an art of combing through cyberspace...

Finding the status updates...

Financial records and location blips...

That virtually everyone leaves behind in the modern age.

- And he has a new target? - Yes.

Follow this, lizzy. It's our first lead.

If we find lord Baltimore, he may very well point us to Berlin.

Berlin has hired a skip tracer who calls himself lord Baltimore.

Two months, and Reddington brings a bounty hunter?

More than a bounty hunter. He's a statistician.

Even less impressive. What does he do, find them with a slide ruler?

No. With data analytics.

- You've heard of this guy. - Yeah.

Lord Baltimore is an urban legend.

They say he roams the deep web...

Hunting those who don't wish to be found...

Uses algorithms to build a dossier...

Based on the information people give away.

He's a data miner. Aram, can you pull up that file you showed me?

Rowan mills. She works as a data engineer at ouancord analytics.

Keen asked me to look for irregularities in the accounts of employees at data firms.

I found several, but this was especially odd.

A $250,000 payment that went into mills' ira.

Thirty seconds later, it shot out to an offshore account.

Mills: Yes, $250,000 was deposited into my ira.

But as soon as I saw that, I changed my passwords and I reported it.

I'm telling you, I'm the victim here.

Liz: This wasn't the first time you were targeted?

- Mills: There was an incident in August. - What kind of an incident?

- Someone accessed my systems. - Liz: Looking for what?

- Bank accounts? Credit card numbers? - Impossible to know...

Because the data we gather has no limits.

They were looking for someone who doesn't want to be found.

Could the data that was taken help them do that?

Yes. That's what we do.

Did you hear what she said?

- You're being paranoid. - How easy it is to track someone?

I just feel like...

- I don't know, someone is watching me. - That why you're living out of your trunk?

Those motels? The aliases?

You got to stop doing that, keen.

Tom's dead.

You talk to Dr. Friedman yet?

- Don't change the subject. - The visits are mandatory.

Look, the bureau isn't interested in our mental health.

They've assigned a shrink to talk to us to cover their asses...

In case one of us wigs out, but that ain't gonna be me.

You're too healthy to talk to a shrink?

I talk to you all the time. Aren't you board-certified?

And in my professional opinion, I think you need to talk to Dr. Friedman.

Marcus: He here?

Lord Baltimore has found Reddington.

The extraction will take place tomorrow.

But the feds are involved now.

That complicates things. There will be additional expenses.

What?

I said no additional expenses.

You deliver Reddington to me within 24 hours...

Or we take another bath.

Recording: You have one new message.

Automated voice: Hello, Rowan. I know about that little chat...

You had today with the FBI.

So I'm going to make this real simple for you.

I'm warning you, do not talk to them again.

I know where you live.

- This person calls you by name. - I don't know. It could be anyone.

Ressler: It's as if they know you. Liz: What about the apartment?

Believe there might be something missing?

You think someone's been in here?

Hey, perfect timing. I'm gonna need you to trace a call.

Okay, great, but I have something.

Our suspect, mills, she's telling the truth.

Security at quancord confirmed her terminal was hacked...

- From the outside. - Any idea what was taken?

Yeah, a gajillion bytes of online data which makes no sense.

- —Why? - Mr. Reddington's a luddite.

No e-mail, no computer. No digital communication of any kind.

Dembe uses disposable flip phones for god's sakes.

Why would Berlin hire lord Baltimore to track him?

Unless...

You think they might be looking for one of us?

Not a day goes by where I don't think about agent Malik.

- Me too. - What number do you need me to trace?

Liz: Rowan mills received a message last night. I need a location.

Agent 1: FBI!

Agent 2: Out of the way. Agent 3: Clear!

Ressler.

Let's get mills in here. I wanna see how she reacts to this.

- What is this place? - This way.

- So, what aren't you telling us? - Nothing.

Your name is on the lease. We know you use the screen handle lord Baltimore.

- Mills: Who? - The same data hacked...

From your work terminal is on the laptop we found.