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raised me explode in a van.

I watched the woman I love

get tossed from a plane...

and hit by another plane,

midair.

I drove a car off a freeway...

on top of a train...

while I was on fire.

Not the car.

I was on fire.

Jesus, you're intense.

I took this from your minibar.

Well, that's not right.

You're gonna ruin this mission.

No, you're gonna ruin

this mission!

No.

You are.

No, you're going to!

You, times infinity.

Aw...

Could this hotel

be more murder-y?

Okay, so my office is in here...

which means that De Luca

is right across

the street at 39...

God. Tell me that's not

De Luca's building?

De Luca must have known

we were coming.

What am I supposed to do now?

Okay, don't panic.

Lemonade out of lemons.

Stay focused. We can do this.

Excuse me, please.

When was that fire?

Last night. Quite a blaze.

Look.

May I?

Go ahead, go ahead.

Does that man

live on this street?

No, I do not know him.

Okay, I've got it.

I'll run it through the system.

It will take a few minutes.

Nothing's coming up.

Might just be a looky-loo.

Keep looking.

I've got a feeling

about this guy.

I've got a feeling you're

about to f*** things up.

Bugger me with a fish pole.

It's Ford.

Sharon, Ford's in the field.

Did you know this?

Until he checks in,

there's nothing I can do.

You go make some friends,

and stop stalking me!

Was it your mission

to tip off the target

so he burns everything

in advance?

If so, well done.

Phenomenal job.

I'm sure they got suspicious because

they've been seeing you all over the place!

You're gonna

get yourself killed.

Nothing kills me.

I'm immune to 179

different types of poison.

I know, because I ingested

them all at once...

when I was deep undercover...

in an underground,

poison-ingesting crime ring.

Wow.

It was like dog fighting.

But instead of dogs fighting,

it was humans

ingesting poison...

and rich people would bet...

whether we would live or die.

Yeah, I'm having

a hard time with this one.

I died for five minutes,

and then I came back to life.

What's he wear...?

He looks like

he's in the cast of Newsies.

Does Crocker

even know you're here?

I don't need anyone's permission

to save the country...

and avenge my dear friend

Bradley Fine's death.

You didn't even like him.

You used to call him

"Beverly Whine"!

You had him as Secret Santa

and you gave him tampons!

It's called the rivalry of men.

You wouldn't understand.

Unless you've got a dong up

underneath that skirt.

That is super rude,

and don't say "dong"...

and don't do that!

Nobody sees me

when I don't want them to.

I move like a f***ing shadow.

He's gone all sorts of rogue.

Sharon says he really did quit.

Elaine couldn't stop him.

He's out for blood.

Yeah, real tough guy in his

Louis Vuitton backpack.

Man on the move.

Nancy, do you see that?

It's the man from the fire.

I'm following him.

Exciting!

And I'm following you,

following him,

so I'm having quite a day, here.

Do you think Ford's

leading him into a trap?

Idiot doesn't even know

he's being followed.

He's meeting with some woman.

I don't recognize her.

You have any idea who she is?

No, it's hard to make out.

Can you get any closer?

Nancy, our guy just switched out

Ford's backpack.

It's a setup.

I gotta go warn him!

Ford! Ford!

Look out!

I gotta get through!

I left my baby in the shop!

Get out of the way!

Let me through, I'm sick!

Susan, tell them

you've shat your pants.

That would get me

out of your way, for sure.

I've shat my pants!

Excuse me. Ford!

He's got a friend.

Hello, everybody!

Ford!

Ford!

Ford!

I need the mic!

No! I need...

No!

No!

No, no, no!

Susan, you're meant

to be blending in.

What are you doing?

God! Move!

Rick Ford!

Give me the mic!

How are you doing this in heels?

God.

Rick Ford!

They switched the bag!

F***.

Get out of the f***ing way!

Move!

Get out of his way!

Move!

I want to see

No.

Nancy, I'm in pursuit

of one of the terrorists!

He took my picture!

He's gonna blow my cover!

You're in pursuit?

What in God's name are you

gonna do if you catch him?

Knock him out with a hemorrhoid wipe.

I don't know!

I'm just gonna track him

and report his location.

This all seems

very Rick Ford-y to me.

I do not condone these sexy

but reckless actions

of yours, Susan!

God.

He went into a building.

Okay.

Well done. That's it.

Time to call it a day.

Location is officially noted.

I'm following him in.

What?

I'm doing this for Fine.

He's at the top of the stairs.

Gosh, please be careful.

You are incredibly

out of your league.

This is just like when I

watched myself in a sex tape.

There was just a lot of

floundering and laughable moments.

Nancy, I need you to

not talk until I ask you to.

I'm sorry, it's just that

I'm really nervous.

Be careful, Susan.

Okay.

Hey.

Imagine running

into you up here.

I was just looking for my bird.

Just looking...

Hey, Mr. Beanbag!

You like birds?

All right. All right.

I'm gonna give you a warning.

I don't wanna see any more of

that funny bomb stuff, you know?

All right. That's enough.

Drop the knife, or I'll shoot.

I don't think you will.

You see, it works better when you

have the bullets inside the gun.

Oops.

I guess that CIA training

isn't what it used to be.

I guess you're right, a**hole.

No, no, no!

God!

Susan, what did you do?

God, not on him.

Not on him!

God, why did I have that stew?

Well, Rayna's people

obviously knew Ford was in Paris.

And getting footage...

of a CIA operative setting

off a bomb in public...

would be a PR coup

for any terrorist group.

Do we have anything on

that woman he met?

Facial recognition

isn't showing anything.

They were all over Ford.

Are you able to track him?

Goddamn Ford is still

off the grid in Paris.

I know because he keeps trying

to hack into our

system for intel.

He's like a dog that gets

loose from his yard...

and keeps humping

and shitting his way

through the neighborhood.

Would be a lot easier if...

My God!

Okay.

Ford's is bigger.

This is uncomfortable.

Why do they always point at it?

We can see it.

He's dead though, isn't he?

Aw. That's a waste.

God. A video.

I can only imagine what this is.

You get everything on camera.

Base out of the hotel,

and go back there

after the attack.

I'll take Renaldo to Rome.

"Renaldo."

Do we have a record

of anyone with that name?

- Not that I'm aware of.

- Nicola.

Are you listening to me?

I was just testing the camera.

Stop it!

Find Ford!

Wow.

Come on,

what is wrong with this person?

Damn it.

Well, now the screen's

frozen. Hang on.

Come on, not the hourglass.

Cooper, put down

the goddamn camera.

Nancy, can you pull up

Fine's POV cam

from Boyanov's office?

Look on the desk.

There's some photos there.

See if you find one of him

standing next to a car.

Renaldo is a Rolls-Royce.

Hack into the Rolls'

tracking system.

That car is a Wraith,

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