The Blacklist

Choke me a little.

I like it.

Weecha, if Mierce is able to read me,

are you able to read her?

I don't. You don't or can't?

Looking for Elizabeth's killer...

This compulsion is...

I don't blame her for leaving.

Mierce didn't leave because of what you are doing.

She left because what you are doing

has revealed you to be a different man

from the one you were with her in her home

in the mountain.

When this is done and I'm that man again,

will your sister take me back?

Is that man still in there somewhere?

That'll be Harold.

I thought you had a case.

I do, and a funeral.

Once I give you one, I'm going to the other.

I'm sorry. Your friend -- were the two of you close?

We were.

We worked together quite often over the years.

He was a good man.

Speaking of the dearly departed,

Ambassador Warren was found dead

after shaking the sheets with someone

other than his better half.

His obit says he was a beloved family man

who was murdered in his home.

High gloss to cover a low truth.

This says MPD has no leads.

That's because they're not intimately acquainted

with Fredrica Carrellas,

madam to the affluent and influential.

And you are? Naturally.

She has information, secrets, large and small.

And the ambassador was her client?

Until recently.

Apparently, he informed her

that he was closing his account

and availing himself of new pleasures.

How is that relevant to his death?

Well, he was availing himself

on or around the time that he expired.

This new service, you have its name?

Aram: Nothing came up under the name Genuine Models,

offline or on.

I guess the rich and powerful

don't scratch this type of itch

from the back pages of alternative weeklies

or trackable search engines.

I'm sorry, but is this something we're actually

going to investigate?

Reddington wanting us to protect the interests of a madam

that he consorts with?

We'll look into it.

If it turns out to be a Reddington goose chase,

we'll pass it off to Metro PD.

Let's bring Madame Carrellas in and look under the hood

of the ambassador's murder.

As for Genuine Models, keep digging.

I'm not good. I am great.

Sorry to say, but that's a fact.

One which I sincerely hope you're about to demonstrate.

Bartender spikes your drink, you go sideways, wake up,

and are framed for killing your wife's lover.

Work upstream to the bartender, he gets whacked.

Woman friend of said bartender goes AWOL.

All leads DOA until...

They are not.

You found the friend? I did.

Now, let's hold off on the applause

and make sure that we get to her

before the pathologically persistent Detective Heber.

Where exactly is she?

In a dive bar in Atlanta's Old Fourth Ward.

Her ex-girlfriend owns the joint.

She used to tend bar there until they broke up

and she moved up to DC.

I hesitate to bring another innocent person into this mess.

This woman was already at risk.

She could be the piece of the puzzle

that gets you off the hook for Doug Koster's killing.

What was so urgent I needed to be pulled

from my Pilates session?

As you know, being limber is a job requirement.

I didn't, actually, but, uh, now that you mention it,

I can imagine-- Yes, I'm sure you can.

Ambassador Warren.

Dan was a good friend. And a client.

He was a client and a good friend.

I introduced him to his wife.

Hmm, well, I'm sure she's eternally grateful.

Not all relationships are as conventional

as you might assume, Agent...

Ressler.

Well, Agent Ressler.

You can pin me down anytime.

We're looking into the connection

between the ambassador's death and an escort service

called Genuine Models.

We need to know anything that you can share about them.

None of my girls have been headhunted by Genuine.

Which is odd, and I can't trace a single contact,

not a name, address, nothing about Genuine Models.

Whoever's behind it is deep underground.

These men.

These awful, terrible men,

sucking everything around them dry.

They use, and they abuse,

acting like the world is their personal playground.

Don't be sad, dear one.

These men, they might be used to getting what they want.

But now, thanks to us,

they're finally going to get what they deserve.

Fredrica: Usually when these new escort services pop up,

some of my girls leave to work for them.

Then a few months later, they come running back

because nobody treats them better than Mama Carrellas.

You think Genuine Models is offering something

standard escort services do not?

I don't know.

But a second client just told me he's moving on.

I worry it's to Genuine Models

since he was originally introduced to me

by the ambassador.

What's his name?

We can't ensure your client's not in danger

unless we know who he is.

Congressman Spate.

Matt Spate.

Listen, you just give me a call

when you're ready for a proper insurance policy for you

and that bungee-jumping wife of yours.

Steve Homan, rhymes with showman.

Will do, Steve.

You know, in my line of work as a divorce attorney,

what you call insurance, we call a prenup.

Fancy seeing you here.

Steve Homan, is it?

Cassandra!

Looking lovely as ever.

Oh, you're not so bad yourself, Raymond.

Mm. Cassandra, this is Weecha Xiu.

Weecha, an old friend, Cassandra Bianchi.

Uh, well, hopefully not that old.

It's so sad about Barney.

He was such a good man.

With the rarest of qualities...

Complete, unfettered honesty.

There was no guile about Barney.

And in our business, that can be a problem.

And what business is that?

Um, I take things that aren't mine.

Some years back, I persuaded Mr. Homan the Showman

to rob a Middle Eastern arms dealer with me.

Among the items we boosted was this invaluable necklace

the arms dealer was going to give his wife

for her birthday.

The only person in the world

we trusted to fence it was Barney.

But before he could find a buyer,

the item was stolen from the safe

at Barney's collectibles store.

It was never found.

Was it a ruby necklace?

Yes, the largest ruby ever unearthed in Myanmar.

How could you possibly know that?

Because I'm looking right at it.

I'm sorry, I don't think that we've met.

I'm Matilda. I'm Barney's wife... widow.

I hate saying that.

I'm Steven Homan, an old friend of your husband's.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Barney was a dear man.

Lillian Alexander.

We both adored Barney so much.

How did you know my sweet Barney?

Collectibles.

Acquiring, trading, selling valuable items.

It's a tricky business,

and your husband was a prince among thieves.

Matilda, I can't help but ask about your necklace.

It's possibly the most stunning piece of jewelry

I've ever seen.

Oh, yes.

Thank you, this is my most valued possession.

It was a gift from Barney for our anniversary.

I love that I can carry this piece of him over my heart.

Oh, I'm sorry, um, will you excuse me?

Apparently Barney used me to do his dirty work for him.

What do you mean?

Barney told me it was Peter Finchy

who stole the necklace.

Barney's business partner?

He went missing around that time, no?

After the necklace was stolen,

Barney told me he discovered some

secret storage locker that Peter had been hiding