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[classical music playing on speakers]

-[sighs]
-Everything okay, Dad?

-Just attempting to make your lunch.
-You don't have to.

Mom usually just lets me eat
from the cafeteria.

I want to.
Mom has her overnight shift at the ER,

and while she's better at this stuff,
I think I can handle a sandwich.

PB and J, your favorite.

It's a nut-free campus.

-Seriously?
-[horn honking outside]

That's my ride.

You win.
Chicken tenders from the lunch lady.

All right. Bye, Dad.

[phone chimes]

[line ringing]

[Kate on voicemail]
This is Kate. Leave it at the beep.

[techno music playing]

♪ Run ♪

-[siren wails]
-[officer on radio] They've located him.

I'll let you know as soon as they breach.

Kate.

-I've been trying to call you.
-My phone is inside.

They made us leave everything
when the police evacuated us.

-They got the guy?
-There was no guy.

-What are you talking about?
-It was some stupid Internet prank.

[man] But there were photos of a gunman,

posts from people in the hospital.

[Kate] I know. We all believed it.
It was terrifying.

I just don't understand.
Why would someone do something like this?

♪ Am I dreaming? Is this really real? ♪

♪ I feel like ♪

♪ Don't know just how I feel ♪

[beeping]

♪ I feel like ♪

♪ They're gonna get you
They're gonna get you ♪

♪ I feel like ♪

♪ They're gonna get you
They're gonna get you ♪

♪ I feel like ♪

Harold! Please.

Your door was unlocked. Is that wise?

Are you here for business or pleasure?
A lot going on in New York right now.

I'm here because I've been trying
to reach you for days, to no avail.

I was able to hop a ride on a flight
with a couple of DOJ boys

here for a deposition.

-Why haven't you answered your phone?
-I threw it in a dumpster.

Damn thing was driving me crazy.
It's been liberating to disconnect.

The Freelancer's still at large,

Wujing is trying to expose
your relationship with us,

and you threw your phone in the trash?

Did you know that when Madeleine Albright
was secretary of state,

she wore very specific brooches and pins

to send not-so-subtle messages

to her foes abroad
without ever having to say a word?

A gold coiled snake pin

after the Iraqis called her a serpent

for trying to impose tougher sanctions.

A big beetle brooch
when she met with the Russians

after they bugged her room
in the State Department.

I was reminded of this the other day

in an antique shop in the West Village.

[chuckles] I couldn't resist.

Wujing is nothing more than a fly, Harold.

A pest. A nuisance.

That nuisance killed
your friend Robert Vesco, among others.

Sometimes I'm not sure you're taking
any of this seriously anymore.

I'm well aware
that flies can be dangerous, even lethal,

but mostly just annoying.

It's time to swat this one down.

He's resurfaced.

Did you hear about the hoax
at D.C. General Hospital?

The hostage situation that wasn't?

I caught it on the news.
But what does that have to do with Wujing?

I have it on good authority
that he's enlisted the help

of another former Blacklister,
the Troll Farmer.

The hospital hoax has all the hallmarks:

doctored media,
online social channels buzzing,

a very real law-enforcement response.

But didn't the Troll Farmer
work alongside you years ago?

Do you think he'd turn?

If Wujing convinced him that his time
in federal prison was my doing,

I'd imagine he'd have
a rather large ax to grind.

And deservedly so. Look into the hoax.

I suspect it'll lead you
to the Troll Farmer,

and he'll lead us
to that buzzing fly, Wujing.

Okay. We will.

On one condition.

-Get a new phone.
-Ah.

That was Cooper. He found Reddington.
He's living in a bathhouse.

Anyway, he gave us the name
of another Blacklister, Bo Chang.

Wait a minute. You mean the Troll Farmer?

I hate to be the new girl,
but who's this Troll Farmer?

Well, Bo Chang, aka the Troll Farmer,

helped Reddington and Keen

obscure their location a few years ago
when they were on the run.

[Dembe] He specializes in highly
coordinated disinformation campaigns.

He and his team use social media,
doctored photos, first-person accounts

to create the illusion
of a crisis unfolding.

These events are so convincing,

they generate a very real media
and law-enforcement response.

Interesting.

But to what end?

The events he creates
are just distractions.

They're strategically designed

so he can safely commit another crime
during the chaos.

We arrested him back then.

He served some time but got out recently
on good behavior.

Reddington believes he's in town
working with Wujing

as revenge for being taken by the FBI.

The D.C. General Hospital hoax.

Yeah. How did you know?

It was trending on Rambler yesterday.
I was watching it live. Didn't you see it?

I don't "ramble."
Is that even the right verb?

It's not my thing.

Chang must be good.

There were authentic-looking photos.
First-hand accounts.

People claiming
there was an active shooter.

A nurse taken hostage.

I watched one live feed of a woman
supposedly posting from a utility closet.

She was hiding, afraid to take a breath
or even move an inch

because the gunman was just outside.

She even had audio.
It was quite convincing.

Let's start by reviewing
all the fake social-media posts.

Take the lead on this, Siya.
You seem to have a knack for it.

Well, I'm embarrassed to say
I'm well versed in Rambler.

There will be no stone unturned.

I apologize for my absence this morning.
Any updates on the case?

We've reviewed the original posts
that started the Rambler storm.

Many of them contained the same photo
of the gunman with a hostage.

We discovered that the gunman
and the hostage in the photo were real

but from a separate incident in 2013
at a medical facility in Ohio.

The photo was a deepfake.

Anything in the image's metadata
that gets us closer to Wujing?

No. We also looked into the 14 accounts
that started everything.

Half belonged to real employees
of the hospital. Chang hacked them.

The others were fake,
with IP addresses all over the world.

We're focusing on the hoax,
but what was he trying to bury?

We went down that path too.
Based on the Troll Farmer's case files,

it's always a local crime
that he's covering for.

But there haven't been
any major crimes reported.

I checked with all
the local law-enforcement agencies.

Maybe it's a crime that hasn't been
reported yet. We need to find out what.

Call Wujing.
Let him know we're on schedule.

[man] Got it.

We locked down that whole hospital
for one guy's work badge?

Not to humblebrag,
but it's more than a badge.

It's the first domino that will lead

to the greatest theft
of military technology in U.S. history.

Still no major crimes reported,

but we reviewed the 911 calls
between 7 a.m. and...

-[phone ringing]
-Sorry. I thought it was on silent.

-[Cooper] Do you need to take that?
-It's nothing. It's Herbie.

Reddington's Herbie?
How does he have your number?

The Dockery case. He's been calling a lot.

So he has a little thing for you.

He has a thing for us.

He keeps asking what we're working on,
if we need any help with anything.

He's very eager. He means well,
but boundaries aren't his strong suit.

-Agent Ressler, you were saying?
-[Ressler] Right.

There were several 911 calls
during the hoax.

Two domestic disputes, a burglary,
and a fight at a local dive bar.

One of the men assaulted at the bar fight
was treated at D.C. General,

which we thought may be related.

But after we followed up,
it seemed like it was a personal matter.

[Ressler] There's also this one.

A janitor at a building
next to D.C. General placed a 911 call.

Saw someone suspicious
using a tool to get into a silver Audi.

The janitor gave the plate to the police,
but the car was gone.

The police assumed that the owner
would report if anything had been taken.

Car belongs to a Graham Flynn, 42,
of Bethesda.

Senior aide to Congressman McFarley.

He co-chairs
the House Select Intelligence Committee.

They oversee defense
and national security.

That might make him
a worthy target for Wujing.

Worthy of a car break-in? Why?

I don't know, but Graham Flynn is the best
lead we've got, so go talk to him.

Red? You in here?

[Raymond] I just had
the most magnificent steam.

Does wonders for the lungs
and nasal passages.

Not to mention my pores.

Oh, yeah. You do have sort of a glow.

We live in the age
of self-care, Chuck. Try it.

It's also the age of technology. Here.

[Raymond] I guess it was inevitable.

Call me old-fashioned, but lately,
I prefer my interactions face-to-face.

Great. Because I think you need
to pay our friend Phil a visit.

Something wrong with the shipment?

Yeah, he refused to receive it,
hasn't paid us, and won't return my calls.

He needs to start construction
by the end of next week.

He can't do that without materials.

Does he realize how hard it is
to get steel right now?

And I called in a favor to fast-track it.

I'll go see him.

Before you do, there's one more thing.
Rogelio called.

His network found the man
we've been looking for, in New Orleans.

Checked into a hotel under an alias.

Get down to the Big Easy and grab him
before he goes underground again.

Bring him to D.C.

I'll head down
after I pay a visit to Phil.

Mr. Thieman.
So glad we can make this work.

You realize this is the first time
HexRoot's left the Pentagon.

Yes, and we appreciate your concerns.
What is politics without some pageantry?

The committee is looking forward
to the presentation.

They're going up.

Wujing made it very clear,
we have one shot.

No second chances.
Call the troll farm. Tell them it's time.

[phone rings]

[Dembe] Malik, you reach Flynn?

I called to let him know
you're on your way,

but I got his assistant.
She said Flynn's in a closed-door

intelligence committee meeting
happening now.

So Chang broke into the vehicle
of a man attending

-a top-secret intelligence meeting today?
-That can't be good.

It's at one of their satellite offices,

the Stevenson Building,
for security purposes.

I'd like to express our gratitude
to the NSA, Mr. Thieman.

As you know, we have requested
this demonstration for some time.

You've been very persistent.

We've spent billions
developing the program.

It would be irresponsible not to have
some oversight

on the progress the Agency's made.

-You can understand that.
-Of course.

So without further ado, this...

is HexRoot.

A world-class malware program

that targets supervisory control
and data-acquisition systems.

Now, it hones in on PLCs

that allow for automation
of electromechanical processes.

We've developed stealth programs
in a similar vein,

but what makes HexRoot unique
is it's deployable

from this mobile command-center unit
and can be taken into the field.

Sorry to interrupt.
We've got a situation in the building.

What kind of situation?

[alarm blaring]

I've got an update, guys.

Reports of a massive fire
at the Stevenson Building.

Or an explosion that started a fire.
It's unclear.

I keep having to refresh.

Social-media posts are coming in.
I've reached out to Fire and EMS.

They're treating it as a credible threat
until they're on the ground.

-Has to be Chang.
-Has to be.

I'm watching footage
of smoke coming out the windows.

If it's another false-flag attack,
it's a convincing one.

We're two minutes out.

Suspicious package? What? How?
Nobody even knows about this site.

I don't have details yet,
but we've been told to evacuate.

Committee members, east stairwell.
NSA, west stairwell.

Stay outside the building
until Capitol Police arrive.

-This presentation is suspended.
-For now. We'll find another time.

-Restricted area!
-We need to get through here.

I can't allow that.

We're with the NSA. We're operating
under a presidential directive.

Now, step aside or my men will move you.

Will they? Really?

-Hands away from your weapons!
-Hands high! Keep 'em high or we shoot!

-Lock your hands behind your head!
-I can't put my hands behind my head!

You'll be able to in a moment.

Excuse me. Agent Ressler, FBI.
This is Agent Zuma.

-We need to speak with your boss.
-He's on with the secretary of defense.

We're dealing with a crisis.

I'll talk to you later.

-The FBI, sir.
-[Dembe] Mr. Congressman,

Agent Zuma, Agent Ressler, FBI.

We have reason to believe the purpose
of this charade, the fire and explosion,

was to target your meeting.

-Our meeting today was classified.
-[phone ringing]

Look, guys, I'm under the gun here...

It's quite obvious
that something critical went down.

The man behind these events
is highly dangerous.

We know he was after something here.
We just don't know what.

He was after HexRoot.

HexRoot?

A new cyber weapon.
Our meeting was with the NSA.

They were about
to demonstrate HexRoot's capabilities

when all hell broke loose.

In the chaos, the NSA team was ambushed,
the weapon stolen.

The fact that it's gone is catastrophic.

Tell us more about HexRoot.

[Flynn] HexRoot is next-gen military tech.

It'll saw through any cyber defense
and hide inside any network.

And now it's out in the world?

I mean, that's just...

Never mind.

[McFarley] It's okay, Agent Ressler.
I understand your point of view.

But the next world war,
it's gonna be a cyber war.

And this nation needs to do what it takes

to defend itself
against the global conflict to come.

-That was the whole idea behind HexRoot.
-The NSA team, where are they now?

With building security.
Trying to get a lead on who attacked them.

[classical music playing on speakers]

[Raymond] Hello, Philip.

Reddington.

How did you find me?

[Raymond chuckles]

Phil, you're as predictable
as the demographic

in one of the city's
most pretentious men's clubs.

A predictability I'd grown to appreciate
in our years of doing business.

So imagine my surprise
when you failed to pay me

and rejected my shipment
for the first time in 17 years.

I know.
But I'm between a rock and a hard place.

Really?
It's actually quite comfortable here.

Little bit stuffy, a bit stale.

People keep telling me
that you've cozied up to the feds.

I'm concerned.
I don't want to believe them.

Well, perhaps you should.

Because I have.

I also work with assets
from Mossad, MI6, CIA, FSB.

I have judges in my pocket,

people in police departments
from New York to New Delhi.

The way they were talking
about the FBI, though...

it was different.

People were insinuating
that you were handing people over

to a secret task force,
that some of my own associates

have gone to federal prison
directly because of you.

When I was a child, I spent many summers
at my grandmother's farm.

She kept pigs
and chickens and some cows, sheep,

and there was this one little goat, Belca.

Poor thing had only one eye.

My grandmother thought she was hideous,
but I took quite a shine to her.

Those summers were... paradise.

And my grandmother gave me free rein.

She had only one rule.

Stay out of the green shed.

Year after year,
I thought and thought of that shed.

I dreamed and nightmared of the place.

What could possibly be in there?

What sort of secrets did it hold?

And who went in there and when?

Why?

Well, one day,

Belca went missing.

Must have gotten out of her pen.

And I looked...

I looked all over the property.

It was getting late, getting dark...

and then I heard it,
her familiar little bleat.

And it was coming from the shed.

I don't know how she got there,

but I screwed up my courage
and pulled open the door.

-Do you know what was in that shed?
-No.

Nothing.

Literally nothing but a little hay.

And Belca, of course.

All that fear
and trepidation, anticipation...

for nothing.

Tell yourself all the stories
you want to about me, Phil,

but there's nothing there
except a one-eyed goat.

Still getting rich?

Of course. And I appreciate it.

Do you understand
the competitive advantage I offer?

Steel, wood, cement, at close to cost.

Expedited shipments
when supply-chain issues

are delaying projects
for months, if not years.

How long has it been
since you've had a labor problem?

I know all you've done for me.

Then stop worrying about the feds.

I have a soft spot in my heart
for the development you do.

But make no mistake.

You can't do it the way you do it
without me.

I expect full payment by tomorrow morning.

And if something like this happens again,
it won't end with a polite conversation.

I have a train to catch.

Still on the ground but making progress.

I'm coordinating with Capitol Police
and the building security.

We confirmed
why Chang targeted Graham Flynn.

Chang used Flynn's work credentials
to access a secure entrance.

That's where he ambushed
the NSA officer and his guards.

-How did he get the credentials?
-We assume he cloned them somehow.

It's all within his skill set.

That's why he broke into Flynn's car.
Remember, nothing was stolen.

So we know how Wujing orchestrated
the attack and what he wanted, but why?

Why not? He stole a digital nuclear bomb.

It can destroy anything.

People, corporations, governments.

-It's worth a lot of money.
-Hard to believe Wujing's motivation

was purely financial.
What would he use that device for?

-It's Malik and Cooper.
-Sorry to interrupt, but this can't wait.

The NSA officer just informed me
that there's a concealed geolocator

embedded inside the metal case
that contains the HexRoot.

That's convenient.

[Ressler] Leave it to the NSA
to hide tech within their tech.

I don't suppose
they're gonna share that location with us?

No. But I saw the coordinates
on the screen.

I'll text them to you. They're assembling
a team to move in by the end of the hour.

We need to move fast
if we wanna beat them.

-Can we?
-You mean outfox the NSA foxes?

I believe we can. Let's get
a tac team to that location immediately.

[sighs] What's going on?

See what we got here.

That's the spicy burrito, no rice.

-[Chang] Got jalapeños on mine.
-Uh-huh.

-FBI! Hands where we can see them.
-[agent] Federal agents!

Mr. Chang, we meet again.

[elevator door opens]

What is this place?

Oh, just the office.

Harold Cooper, FBI.

Brad Thieman, NSA.

-What does your task force do here?
-I'm afraid that's classified.

We operate under special authority
from the attorney general.

I'm sure you can appreciate
the need for discretion.

Well, whatever it is,
you obviously must be very good at it.

You beat us
to our own classified superweapon.

We have a team
examining Chang's hard drives

to see if the program
was uploaded or compromised.

-[phone buzzing]
-Could be them now. Nope.

[whispers] Herbie.

So, uh, who exactly
is this Chang character, anyway?

MIT grad.

Started his career as a security engineer
for GetTogether.net.

Now he creates social-media events
to commit crimes.

But he's never done anything close
to stealing an NSA weapon before.

Is he a solo act
or working for someone else?

Your guess is as good as mine.

We know you're working with Wujing.
We know you stole HexRoot for him.

What we don't know is why.

Agent Ressler.

I thought you looked familiar.

-You ruined my life.
-I'm sure you did that all on your own.

And you. I guess we both got tired
of working for Reddington, huh?

The feds, though.

Really, Dembe?

You can address me as Agent Zuma.

You wanna know why I got onboard
with Wujing? Reddington.

I was on retainer
with that man for three years.

I did some of my best work with him too.

I got him and Elizabeth Keen out of D.C.
in the middle of a national manhunt.

How did he repay me?
By giving up me and my entire team to you.

He's a snake.

What makes you think
Reddington gave you up?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I'm not playing that game. We both know
who you people really work for.

Why does Wujing want HexRoot?

I got nothing else to say.
You tell that to Reddington and his hat.

That damn hat.

When I saw it, I couldn't resist.

-There you go.
-[Herbie chuckling]

She looks just like you.

[both laugh]

I wasn't expecting you today.
You need a place to crash tonight?

No, no, no.
This isn't purely a social call.

-Harold Cooper reached out to me.
-Harold? I love that guy.

He's so regal and firm. And there's
a little softness to him, you know?

That's all very specific.

He told me you've been calling
Ms. Malik. Obsessively.

Did he use that word?

I blew it, didn't I?

What is your aim here?

I gotta get out of the house.
All my work is done at an arm's length.

No one wants me
on a crime scene or in a courtroom

after everything that happened.

And working with them,
just for a moment, felt like I was back

in the game again, on a team.

Oh. That whole secret hideout
where they work with the blacked-out van

and the cool goggles,
it's all so exciting.

You really want this,
don't you, Herbie? A full-time job?

I do.

I mean not like "full" full-time.

I have Sue and my foosball and stuff,
but, yes, mostly full-time.

-When I can, of course.
-If you get the chance to speak to Harold,

I wouldn't lead
with all the other obligations.

Well, since I don't have his phone number

and I get the strong feeling
he might not want me to have it,

the next time you speak to Harold,
would you put in a good word?

[Sue fussing]

-Is that...?
-Poop, yes. Right on schedule.

It really does define your day,
doesn't it?

Perfectly.

-All right, come here.
-[Sue babbling]

He won't talk.

He's too afraid.

Of Wujing?

Afraid of Raymond.

Doesn't matter.
We need to keep working on him.

We need to figure out
why Wujing stole HexRoot.

I mean, it's part of a larger plan.

Maybe we don't need Chang
to talk to us to figure it out.

Why? What are you thinking?

Wujing broke the Freelancer out of custody

to come after the task force
last week. Why?

To gather photographic evidence, proof
of Reddington's connection to our team.

And now there's another Blacklister
with a grudge against us

sent out by Wujing.

Stands to reason he's after the same goal.

-To find more proof.
-Look at the object that he stole.

A virus that covertly invades
and controls a computer system.

Our computer system.

With all our case files
and questionable tactics.

Not to mention the immunity agreement
that Raymond has with Main Justice.

Can you imagine if all of that came out?
I could see the national headlines now.

With our faces right below them.

Okay, I buy it.

I just have one more question.

[door opens]

Where's the drop?
We know you stole HexRoot.

So, what's the plan
to get the device to Wujing?

-What's in it for me?
-How about survival?

-That's if we're in bed with Reddington.
-We're not.

Then everything said
would get back to him.

Including the fact that you helped
his task force capture Wujing.

That assistance may be enough
to keep you alive in prison

and safe from Reddington's retribution.
That's if the task force worked

-with Reddington.
-Which it doesn't.

The drop's today at 4:00.

Madison Park in Northeast.

Make sure Reddington finds out
I'm helping you.

[door closes]

These are satellite shots of the park.
Plenty of places to hide a team.

Think Wujing will make an appearance
to retrieve the device?

Chang seemed to think so.
He's agreed to assist in our operation.

-Should we involve Raymond?
-We know Reddington's endgame.

It's not our job to aid and abet him
in murdering Wujing.

Our job is to arrest a criminal, stop
a war, and to protect this task force.

I want a surveillance plan
for Madison Park in the next hour.

If Wujing shows up, this ends today.

[tense music playing]

-[device beeps]
-[door opens]

You all good?
Understand how that wire works?

I do. But I wouldn't say I'm all good.

-Can't believe I'm working for Reddington.
-You're not. You're working for the FBI.

Again with the charade.
Just own it already, man.

It's a duplicate case.
The electronics inside, nonfunctional,

so don't go opening it during the handoff.

Let's go over this thing one more time.

[speaker turns off]

You think he can handle this?

He engineered and executed a plan
to steal a top-secret weapon from the NSA.

He'll be okay.

Can I be candid with you?

I was a bit thrown off
by Cooper's decision

not to tell Reddington
about the meeting with Wujing.

Aren't we supposed to be a team?

How can this task force function
if you're hiding things from him?

Raymond hides things as well.

If you don't trust him,
and he doesn't trust the task force,

how can you possibly make criminal cases
based on his information?

It sounds dysfunctional,

but I have faith that Raymond wants
good things to happen to good people.

You two were so close before.

Must be strange
keeping things from him now.

We keep things from each other
to protect each other.

It's a healthy mistrust.
And I trust in that too.

[sighs]

I have to think this place
would have driven my mother mad.

She was so black-and-white.

You think she ever had second thoughts
about working with him?

I'm sure she did.

We all do. It comes with the territory.

But your mother was very guarded.
She kept a lot of things to herself.

You mean, what, like secrets?

Raymond would know better than I do.

He did his own vetting

when Diane Fowler put your mother
on the task force all those years ago.

I don't know the details,

but I always got the impression that
he knew something about everyone's past.

[knock on door]

We're all set. Let's go.

Do we have an update?

[Chuck] Our man from New Orleans landed.

I don't think you'll have time to see him
beforehand, but he's agreed to do the job.

That'll be fine, as long as everything's
on schedule. We'll reconvene after.

I have to go.

Hi, Agnes.

Hey, Pinky.

You doing some cooking?

I'm doing something.
I'm not sure if you'd call it cooking.

Is Harold around?

He's still at work,
and Mom's out running an errand.

They leave you home alone?

I can handle myself.

I'm sure you can.

Something smells delightful.

What are you baking here?

Uh, that's a complicated question that...

Here. Try this.

It's awful, right?

No, I mean, it leaves
a little something to be desired.

What's in it?

Perhaps it's something
that's not in it that should be.

Yeah, probably.

I was trying to make a baking video
for my vlog, and this is my third try.

It'd be pretty shady
to demo a bad chocolate cake.

You know, Julia Child didn't graduate
from Le Cordon Bleu until she was 39.

In fact, she even failed
her first exam there.

Practice makes perfect.

And sometimes
a little assistance doesn't hurt either.

-May I?
-Of course.

Let's turn that off just while I'm here.

That sort of defeats
the purpose of a vlog.

It stands for "video blog."

You can record
to your heart's content once I leave.

Okay, let's look at this recipe.

Everything's in this bowl.

More information
on the espresso powder below.

[Agnes laughs]

Hmm.

You're still missing
two crucial ingredients.

A little more sugar, just that amount.

-Okay.
-And also...

Oh. We don't have any fancy European
kind of stuff if that's what you...

-Mayo?
-[chuckles]

In chocolate cake?

But that's disgusting.

No, it gives it
the perfect level of moisture.

There we go.

And richness.

Ugh.

The key...

is to fold
the ingredients together gently.

When we're done, if this isn't
the most decadent cake you've ever had,

I will personally fly you to Vienna
for a Sacher torte at the Cafe Demel.

The world's most famous chocolate cake,
and its history is rife with controversy.

It all began in 1832 with a prince.

[Ressler] There's still no sign of Wujing.

[Dembe] Wasn't he supposed to be here
five minutes ago?

I'm gonna see if I can get a closer look.

Should I stay here?

Something doesn't feel right.
Wujing's never late.

Hold your position.

Knit cap, black jacket, boots.
My 8 o'clock.

Approaching Chang from behind.

Here to pick up the package.

It's the Freelancer.

Veseli? What's he doing here?

-[Siya] Should we move in?
-What if Wujing is here?

Shouldn't we stand fast
until he reveals himself?

We can't wait.
We need to move in now! Now!

What are you doing, man?
What are you doing? What's going on?

FBI! Stop!

[groans]

[tires squealing]

Get in!

Was that...?

Richard Deever. My former colleague.

[Dembe] He's still working for Wujing?

That whole thing at the park,
not my fault.

-You'll tell Reddington I tried, right?
-Walk.

I can't believe it was Deever.

I would've strangled him
with my bare hands if I could.

I can't say I can blame you.
The guy did shoot you.

I'm so sorry.

Seems my old pal Deever's
made a career of absconding with Veseli.

Do we have any leads?

BOLO is out,
including a description of a sedan.

We got every law enforcement officer
in D.C. looking for him.

We need to ditch this car.

They're onto us.
They're more than onto us.

Relax. We don't have far to travel,
and we'll be safer there.

Surprised to see you pull up.

Didn't know
you were still working for Wujing.

I'm the reason why Wujing knows
about the NSA weapon in the first place.

They were developing it
while I was at the CIA.

Once I found out they were planning
on bringing it before the board,

I knew it was his chance to make a move.

Wujing asked me
to keep an eye on the drop as backup.

I'm glad you were there to grab me.

Though I'm a little panicked
as to what's gonna happen

when I show up to Wujing's empty-handed.

It'll be fine.

He's just this way.

Hello, Alban.

-Can I go now? I did what you asked.
-Not so fast.

That was our deal. You said
if I brought him in, you would let me go.

I never said I'd let you go.

I said I'd let you live.

[phone buzzing]

Ms. Malik, how are you enjoying
your time with the task force so far?

Well, today wasn't so great.

We lost Veseli, then Richard Deever,
and didn't even get eyes on Wujing.

Deever, you and he share a past,
do you not?

I'm pretty sure you're aware
he's the CIA agent who betrayed me.

Ah. Well, the nice thing about this job is
that your fortunes can change on a dime.

I'm texting you an address.

Hold on, it's a new phone.

Ah. There.
I suggest you get there right away.

-Why?
-There's a gift waiting for you.

Consider it a belated
"welcome to the team."

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunting]

Well, hey there, partner.

Did you miss me?

I heard you paid Agnes a visit today.

She was raving
about the merits of mayonnaise.

[chuckling] Yes, I stopped by.

I was hoping to speak
with you about Herbie Hambright.

Ah. Herbie. He's a little starved
for attention, isn't he?

Indeed.

I think you should hire him.

Excuse me?

He so desperately
wants to be part of a team.

Your team, in fact.

It would be wonderful for him,

though I should warn you
he's not entirely a team player.

What a ringing endorsement.

He's an unconventional choice.

What can I say? You won't find
a more qualified forensic analyst.

He did do great work for us,
but he'd have to be vetted.

Wasn't he fired by the DA's office
for dropping the ball on a murder case?

No, the DA's office dropped the ball,
and Herbie left the job.

It all took quite a toll on him.

Of course, I'm biased.

I adore the guy.

Somewhere in all those frailties
is an incredible mind.

He sees things in ways that others don't.

I really think
he could offer a fresh perspective.

I'll see if I can get him approved
on a provisional basis.

[Raymond] That sounds just fine.

Harold, I couldn't help but notice
that you forgot to inform me today

about your plan to entrap Wujing.

You forgot to tell me
that you found Deever.

I didn't forget.

What about Veseli,
the man Deever rescued for you?

-What are you going to do with him?
-Whatever the hell I want.

I can't in good conscience
allow you to murder him

or Wujing or any of these Blacklisters.

So much for being more transparent
with each other.

You know, I have, in fact,
been keeping something from you.

Something big.

It's time for me
to let you and the task force in.

If we play our cards right,

this war with Wujing
will be over in 72 hours,

and my connection to the task force
will forever remain shrouded in secrecy,

as if it was never there.

[theme music playing]