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All units be advised. Possible sighting. Eyewitness report.

Alleged suspect seen entering a silver Chevy minivan.

D.C. plate number Charlie-Romeo-seven-three...

- It'll be fine. - When was the sighting?

- Twelve minutes ago. - Perimeter?

Potomac to Eastern, Western to Southern. Full lockdown, airports, trains, buses.

- They're not going anywhere. - They?

Unconfirmed reports suggest the suspect's with someone. A man.

- It true what they say? - What?

That she was your partner?

What?

For the record, I believe Agent Keen is innocent.

What did you find?

Suspect's name is Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.

She was my partner.

She is a fugitive wanted in connection with the murder of 14 CIA agents...

...a U.S. senator and the attorney general of the United States.

- They'll set a perimeter. - Yes.

Capitol police, Park police, NPDC. We'll never make it out of the city.

- No. That's why we're not gonna even try. - We believe she may have an accomplice.

The most elusive fugitive in the history of the bureau, Raymond Reddington.

I want every camera looking for these two.

Every Twitter feed, every Instagram account, every Reddit thread.

They get out of this city, we're gonna be hunting ghosts.

Let's move. Now.

We've identified a silver Chevy van moving north on 395.

- Got a visual on them? - No.

Vehicle was picked up by the NSA satellite.

- Confirmed the plates. - They pass the 3rd Street Tunnel?

- Two minutes out. I dispatched a chopper. - Got a sighting. 395 North.

I want NPDC to run a traffic break and barricade exits off the 3rd Street Tunnel.

Seal it up.

You're gonna need to put that on.

Okay, chopper feed is live. We have a visual.

Confirm we have a tail team in place and that all exits are blocked south of 3rd.

You agree with me, right?

About Agent Keen.

And notify HRT and get a negotiator on site...

...in case they take hostages.

This is Eagle One. I've got a visual on the suspects entering the tunnel now.

- Is the team in place? - Unit 64 entering the tunnel.

Eagle One coming around. We have eyes on the exit.

- What do you see? - Nothing yet. Where is my tail car?

Andreen, Andreen, do you have a visual?

- Negative. - Something's not right.

Back it up to when they entered the tunnel.

- They went in, haven't come out. - Don't know what to say.

There's no silver van in this tunnel.

They can't just disappear.

Well, it is Mr. Reddington.

Pull up the exit footage.

There's the exit footage.

Hold on. Back that up.

Stop.

There.

Son of a bitch.

Clean it and torch it.

Give my regards to Chi-Chi.

Where's Charlene?

I ordered them to take these off.

Where is my wife?

I read Charlene's statement.

Is it true what Tom Connolly did to you?

He made me think I was dying.

Ordered a phony clinical trial to make me believe he was my only hope...

- ...so the Cabal could manipulate me. - If I were you, I'd want him dead.

- Think I had to do with it? - It doesn't matter.

That I helped Agent Keen kill the attorney general?

I begged her not to do it. I ordered her not to. Why?

Because Connolly had a plan to bring down everyone. Not just Elizabeth.

But Samar. Aram.

- You. - All that matters is that Keen's a fugitive.

And I'm gonna bring her in.

You're not holding Charlene because she leaked classified info to a reporter.

You're holding her because it gives you leverage with me.

Does it?

I told Agent Keen to run.

You wanna know if I'm complicit? I told her to run.

You're in charge now, Agent Ressler.

And being in charge means you have to decide what to do with info like that.

Now let my wife go.

Who's this?

My sister, Tiffany.

- Tiffany lives in Denver. - Yeah, I did, until last month.

Her husband passed. She needed to get out.

Red, you know me.

I'm sorry for your loss, Tiffany.

What is this place?

This is where we wait for the Troll Farmer.

- The who? - We're getting a little ahead of ourselves.

- He won't be ready for at least a week. - Ready for what?

Actually, a week may be nice.

I'll finally get the time to catch up on some back issues of Bassmaster .

Bye-bye, baby Bunting

Daddy's gone a-hunting

Bye-bye...

Bunting, to get a little rabbit skin, To put his baby Bunting

Put her down. Who are you?

What a lovely child.

She is the perfect little angel. Aren't we, Ellie?

Put her down.

Such fragile creatures, these tiny humans.

Skulls like eggshells.

Who's her favorite friend? Should we take along Mr. Panda?

- Or Mr. Dinosaur? - What do you want?

I want your father. I'll text instructions.

Mr. Panda, I think.

An update now to our top story.

Even as authorities allege Agent Keen committed these acts of terror...

...on behalf of Russia...

...various papers are reporting that Russia is not responsible.

Now, according to leaked documents...

...one of the alleged leaders of this organization is the CIA's director...

You released the contents of the Fulcrum to the press.

- -Who just moments ago came forward to address these reports.

Good afternoon.

My name is Peter Kotsiopulos.

And I am the CIA's director of National Clandestine Services.

In the 65 years since this position has been created...

...the director's identity has never been revealed during his tenure.

But today, the president has agreed to let me speak...

...openly to you, so that I may address the irresponsible accusations...

...that not only seek to defame me, but are harmful to our national security.

Did you expect him to just come forward?

- -Part of a conspiracy are preposterous.

I wasn't sure what to expect.

- -Provided by Raymond Reddington, a traitor to our country...

...and a fugitive who is helping ex-FBI Agent Elizabeth Keen avoid arrest.

The daughter of a notorious KGB spy, Keen is a wanted terrorist.

My accusers are criminals.

The subject of one of the largest manhunts ever conducted.

Who will you believe is telling the truth?

If I didn't know any better, I'd believe him.

But you do know better.

They're gonna believe I'm a Russian spy.

My mother was a Russian spy. It doesn't matter that I never knew her.

It's the perfect story.

I'm the perfect patsy.

- We have to be patient. - Patient?

You have any idea the kind of resources they're throwing at us, the manpower?

- This city... - This city is impossible to get out of now.

We have no chance of crossing the perimeter they've established.

But Washington D.C. cannot sustain a siege.

The economy, the government. One week, two at the most...

...and the city will be back to normal. That's when we travel.

People will go on believing I'm a terrorist.

Check surveillance feeds from where Connolly was shot.

We already have.

Then check again. I wanna know exactly what role Cooper played.

Okay, DCFD is responding to a vehicle fire in Columbia Heights.

Looks like the vehicle used by Reddington's people.

- Any signs of Keen or Reddington? - Nope.

We'll try and recover the VIN numbers on the vehicles, but now the fire's too hot.

So it looks like they got away.

Which is, you know, terrible news.

None of us wanna be in this position, but we are. Our job is to catch them.

I need you to look me in the eye and tell me that you can do that.

I can.

Yes.

If you can look me in the eye and promise Keen will get a fair hearing if we do.

- I can try. - Come on, that's not good enough.

It's the best I can do.

Let me know as soon as you find out anything on Cooper. Hey.

What a jerk.

- Sorry. - He's simply gathering the facts.

Only one fact about Mr. Cooper that matters, he's a decent man.

D.C. field office just called. They got a tip on Keen's whereabouts.

- Matias, I didn't expect to see you here. - Peter.

You said Mr. Reddington did not have the Fulcrum in his possession.

You said it was a bluff.

A ploy-

You were wrong.

And now our plans have been sorely compromised.

Our plans? They're my plans.

They were.

Now they're nothing.

I would advise you to think very carefully before you use that tone with me again.

I pine for the days when conquered generals had the sense and good taste...

...to fall on their swords. Now they hold press conferences, negotiate advances...

...for their memoirs while we clean up their messes.

I'm not leaving this to others. I have every agency within Homeland...

...working around the clock to find Reddington and Keen.

I don't think you understand, Peter.

I'm here because people in our organization have lost confidence in you.

In your methods.

There's a history here.

So I take no joy in telling you that you're dancing on the edge of a razor blade.

And that every breath that you draw is at our discretion.

This reminds me of Sok Pich.

We were navigating the back waters in western Cambodia...

...hoping to steal some sapphires from a mine foreman.

Got as far as Pailin when the monsoon struck.

Took shelter in a root cellar, of all places.

I've never seen so much rain.

Winds like a monarch gone mad.

All we could do was hunker down and wait it out.

But Sok, he just made a run for the village.

So there I was, soaking wet. Alone.

Three days of absolute misery.

And then on the fourth day...