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Hey, are you alright?

What are you doing?

Heads.

Good fortune.

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Yeah, I was really
nervous about telling my sister,

but she just said that she’s
happy I’m in a good place.

And of course, I made amends to
the guy whose fruit stand I hit.

He’s actually in recovery, too.

Yeah, he gave me some...

some really good things to think about.

Well, that’s great.

How’d it go with Jill?

Well, I-I was...
I was thinking of reaching out

to this buddy of mine next and...

Come on.
You... You gotta call your wife.

Well, I’m... I’m working up to her.

No, what you’re doing is
trying to make amends

to everyone you can think of

except the one person you hurt the most.

Yeah, hurt doesn’t even
begin to describe it.

I know this is hard.

I struggled with it, too,

but it’s something we have to do
if we want to get better.

Do better.

I don’t even know
where to begin with her.

Well, at the beginning.

Pick up the phone. Say hello.

Take it from there.

- Okay?
- Okay.

I think maybe I’ll, uh,
I’ll invite her to lunch.

You know, lunch is the...

the meal with the fewest expectations.

Look, no matter what happens,

you can call me when you’re done.

- Alright?
- Yeah. I will.

Thank you.

You’re a hard man
to get ahold of these days.

Well, now that we don’t have Agent Malik

to act as a go-between.

I was sorry to see her return
to the Post Office.

She turned out to be a very
amiable traveling companion.

Snores, though.

I was hoping she’d stay around
a little longer

so I could set her up
with a sleep doctor I know.

Very difficult to get
an appointment with,

but I once got his wife out of
a terribly awkward situation

in Connecticut, so he owes me.

I sent her to surveil you,
not make friendship bracelets.

So you’re saying
I’ll have to rely on you

to pass along the details
about Dr. Matthewson?

I’m saying we need cases.

That’s why I am here.

Panabaker let me know that Hudson’s

recruited a powerful ally...
Senator Dorf.

Now he’s starting to ask
questions about Task Force 836.

I take it that’s us.

Let him ask.

We’ve done good work.

And you have greatly compromised
the evidence of that.

I’ll take care of Hudson.

Sooner rather than later
we’re gonna need to prove

to the government
that we’re worth what we cost.

We need to solve new cases
as soon as possible.

The best time to plant a tree
is 20 years ago.

The second best time is now.

Luckily for you, I have three seedlings.

The first seedling is the tragedy

at the Wexford Fertility Clinic.

The temperature controls at
their storage facility went down.

They suffered a total loss
of the embryos in their care.

Heartbreaking for all those families...

rumored to be among
Washington’s best and brightest,

if there is such a thing.

And the financial implications
are significant.

Wexford charges over $30,000
per retrieval,

and most couples do more than one.

So, the lawsuits will be staggering...

if the clinic is to blame
for the loss, that is.

But I don’t believe they are.

Reddington thinks this is the
work of a sophisticated hacker

who deliberately targeted the clinic.

IVF can be controversial.

Maybe it’s a protest
against the science.

Do we think it was an attack

against the entire facility,
or particular individuals?

Reddington doesn’t know.
We’ll need to ask the hacker personally.

You mentioned Raymond has three cases.

The hacker did them all?

No.

The next case is a complicated killer...

All three died in local hospitals

while undergoing treatment.

The first two patients that died

mentioned battles with
serious health conditions,

and Gabriel Gear was over 70.

It seems like all three of these
people died of natural causes.

Most unnatural, I assure you.

I believe these patients were visited

by a so-called Angel of Mercy.

A doctor who intentionally
kills their patients?

Or nurse.

Angels of Mercy usually say
they were trying

to prevent their patients’ suffering,

but in most cases, the patients
would have pulled through

without their caregiver’s
"intervention."

Reddington thinks that
if we look closer...

You’ll find an Angel of Death

stalking the halls of D.C.’s
most prominent hospitals.

And then, there’s your third case.

A case of trust betrayed.

Reddington’s not interested
in the company

who harmed the worker,
he’s interested in the lawyer

who settled the suit.

Rebecca Anders.

Successful personal injury attorney.

Reddington alleges
she’s stealing from her clients.

Most of her settlements are undisclosed,

but he believes it’s in the millions.

Where’s the money going?

There’s a question worth
sinking your inquisitive teeth into.

With the number of lawsuits
she’s settled,

she could be the financial support

behind any number of nasty schemes.

I’ll say it...
it seems like Reddington’s

willing to play ball again,

I’m just confused
about what the game is.

Why is he giving us three
Blacklisters at once?

- Are they connected?
- I don’t know.

but let’s not waste time looking
a gift horse in the mouth.

With three cases, we’ll need
to divide and conquer.

I can review the medical records

and reach out to some
pathology friends of mine.

That works.

Agent Ressler,
I’d like for you to go talk

to Anders’ most recent client.

Agent Malik, Agent Zuma, that
leaves you with the IVF clinic.

- We’re on it, sir.
- Whatever Reddington’s up to,

three cases means three opportunities

to prove our worth.

You can take all that with you...

it paints a pretty full picture.

Employee manuals, forklift
certification protocols...

I think there’s been a misunderstanding.

What misunderstanding?

You said the FBI was
looking into negligence.

I’ve got everything you need
to open a case right there.

I’m here with questions
about Mrs. Anders.

My lawyer?

I’m on two wheels
for the rest of my life

because my boss didn’t want
to pay an extra few bucks.

I’m sorry to hear that.

I’ve got nothing but good things
to say about her.

Kemp Shipping didn’t want to pay
for industry-standard training,

so she had them pay me.

I sleep great at night knowing
they’re out a million-dollar settlement

because of her.

I’m sorry, I have to take this.

Are you with her client?

Yeah, I’m here with him now,
but I don’t think

I’m gonna get anything out of him.

I mean, he loves Anders.

She got him a million dollars.

A million? He said that, $1 million?

Yeah, why?

I was calling because I got ahold of

Kemp Shipping’s General Counsel.

According to their copy
of the settlement,

they agreed to pay him $3 1/2 million.

If that’s true...

We’re looking at
some serious felony charges.

We need to bring the lawyer in
for questioning.

You know what I’m thinking?
If this is the real deal...

The other two cases are just as serious.

And we’re just getting started.

Thank you for coming.

This has been an absolute nightmare,

but knowing the FBI’s involved
is somewhat of a relief.

We’ve also brought on Todd Wagner

of Addabbo CommTech.

They manage our network security.

Anything we can do to help.

Sandy mentioned that you think

this might have been
a deliberate attack?

We have intelligence to suggest that,

but first we’d like to hear
about what happened.

We lost power overnight in the storm.

Should have been routine,
that’s why we have a backup generator,

but we didn’t expect for the
backup generator to also fail.

Embryos are very fragile.

Unfortunately, the alert system
that let’s us know

the units aren’t maintaining
the proper temperature

also shut down in the outage.

So the alert system also went down?

By the time we knew something
was wrong, it was too late.

That’s a lot of coincidences.

Too many.

We need to contact the Cyber Action Team

to look into
your security network systems.

I’m happy to show them around.

Believe me, they’re gonna need a guide,

and nobody knows the system
better than me.

I’d also like to see a list
of your patients.

If we can figure out
why you were targeted,

it might also help us
figure out by whom.

I can’t release that without a subpoena,

but if you file for one,
we won’t fight it.

You really think
she’s a master criminal?

Reddington put her on the Blacklist.

She must have done something nefarious

with the money she’s stolen.

Let’s find out.

I talked to Clive Lewis.

The guy loves you.
Not enough good things to say.

So excited about that million-
dollar settlement you got him.

I won’t talk about that settlement.

And Clive shouldn’t be, either.

He signed an NDA.

That’s awfully convenient for you.

That gives him no way to ask

why he’s getting a million dollars

when we have settlement documents

from Kemp Shipping here
agreeing to $3 1/2 million.

See?

That’s the agreement from Kemp Shipping.

And that’s the one that Clive gave us.

They’re identical,
except for the figure.

You got Clive to sign the phony one,

and then you forged
his signature on the real one.

Abusing the fact that
he settled out of court

and had no way to verify the
accuracy of what he had signed.

And when we looked into
other cases you’ve handled,

well, we found dozens of clients

who were forced into private arbitration

so their settlement amounts
would never make it to the press.

And with all your clients signing NDAs

and no reason not to trust you,

well, they had no way of knowing
you were robbing them blind.

You’ll have to prove that in court.

No, we could.
But we’d rather do something

that’s well within
your wheelhouse... settle.

- Settle.
- In a manner of speaking.

We want to know who
you’re funneling that money to.

I don’t understand.

Well, you don’t seem to be sitting on it

anywhere that we can find,

so either you’re hiding it
very, very well,

or else you’re bankrolling
something... or somebody.

Look, we have you dead to rights.

It’s not a matter of if you’re
going to prison, but for how long.

If you want to inform
on your confederates,

well, maybe we could work something out.

Fine.

I took the money.

But there’s no conspiracy,
unless we’re talking about

how much it costs to get your kids

into a good school these days.

$20,000 per kid per year,
and that’s just preschool.

It doubles with every graduation.

Then there’s the vacations, the cars,

my commitment on
the board of Wild Society...

We bought a beach house last year.

2,500 square feet in Key Biscayne.

But that’s it.

I’m being honest when I say
I have no idea

why you think there’s
anything more to this.

She’s provided documentation that proves

everything she said was true.

Anders wasn’t funding anything
but her own lifestyle.

Reddington tells us
about a crooked lawyer,

and we go and we look

and we find a crooked lawyer,
case closed?

I know I haven’t been around
as long as you guys,

but doesn’t it seem
a little open and shut

for a Reddington case?

This feels too simple for Raymond.

I can’t help but suspect there’s
another shoe waiting to drop.

Well, I hear that,

I just don’t see
how it belongs to Anders.

We don’t know what
Reddington’s angle is,

but that’s nothing new.

We need to keep working.

We still have two cases to solve.

If we can close all three,
that’s a win in my book.

I just wish we knew
what Reddington was up to.

Congressman Hudson.

Who do you have your eye on?

Wexford Fertility responded
to our subpoena.

That’s the list of everyone
who had embryos at the clinic.

So any of the people on this list

could have been the target of the hack.

- Except, I don’t think it was a hack.
- What do you mean?

I just got the report back
from the Cyber Action Team,

and here’s the thing...

the attacker shut down
the backup generator remotely,

but not through unauthorized means.

They exploited a backdoor
in the clinic’s network servers.

It’s the type of access point
that companies put in place

to conduct regular maintenance.

It was very well hidden.

Our Cyber Team has
cutting-edge resources

and even they almost missed it.

This is either the work
of a very talented hacker

with even more resources than the FBI,

or somebody already in the system.

Who maintains the security server?

A company called Addabbo CommTech.

As in Alexander Addabbo?

He’s the founder and CEO
of the company. Why?

He and his wife had embryos
destroyed in the attack.

So the man that owns the company
had his own embryos there?

That can’t be a coincidence.

- You think he was the target?
- Or the attacker.

Either way, we need to talk to
him and find out what he knows.

Hey. How’d it go? What did Jill say?

I-I... I couldn’t face her.

You didn’t go?

No, I-I-I-I-I had my hand
on the door handle,

and I-I-I saw the back of her head

and I-I just... I ran away.

Look, I can’t do this for you, alright?

This is something you have
to want to do for yourself.

I do. I-It’s just...

Look, I-I still love
her so much, and if...

What if she doesn’t forgive me?

Nothing could get me spinning
out of control more than that.

And... And if that happens,
then, you know,

I don’t know what I’m in recovery for.

You’re in recovery for you.

And one conversation with her
won’t solve everything,

but you’ve got to keep
taking steps forward.

It’s hard.

Okay, but usually the hardest things

are the things that
are most worth doing.

Listen, I’ve got to go.

Remember our three obits?

Raymond said that they were
put out of their misery

by some demented Angel of Mercy.

Well, before we put
the cart before the Angel,

or, uh, no.

Should it be before we put
the Angel before the cart...

Herbie, focus.

Right. Before we can catch a criminal,

we have to prove that there was a crime.

And to do that, we need to know
how these patients died.

Obtaining medical records
after the fact ain’t easy,

but luckily, I’ve got friends.

In high places?

More like creepy basements.

That’s where they hide pathologists.

It’s so you don’t see
a bunch of dead bodies

and the creeps that work on them
on your way in the door.

Our three victims were hospitalized

for very different reasons...

cancer treatment, hip surgery,
appendicitis...

but they all died
the same way... cardiac arrest.

Is that surprising?

It’s the leading cause of death
in the US.

But yeah, heart failure happens.

It’s why nobody thought it was weird

when these guys keeled over.

And their autopsies
were pretty unremarkable.

No drugs, no toxins...

nothing in their system
to indicate foul play.

But then I noticed a weird pattern.

With cardiac arrest, you expect
to see contributing factors...

clogged arteries, high blood pressure,

the sound of
your mother-in-law’s voice...

or is that just my trigger?

Anyway, check out the box
for secondary cause of death.

Blank on every single form.

I combed over their charts...
no underlying heart problems.

But then I looked at their meds.

They were all given potassium chloride.

Isn’t that what they use
in lethal injections?

You see where I’m going.

But potassium on its own isn’t lethal.

Our bodies actually need
a certain amount to function,

but it’s a delicate balance.

You give someone too much, too quick,

their heart goes bananas,

before it stops beating altogether.

If these patients OD’d on potassium,

wouldn’t their autopsies show that?

Well, when you die,
your red blood cells rupture,

flooding your plasma with potassium.

So basically, everyone looks like

they had an overdose postmortem.

A fatal injection is impossible
to prove,

making it a pretty ideal drug

if you’re a doctor trying
to commit a perfect murder.

So we have our method.

Where’s our Angel?

Look through
hospital employee records...

find out who administered the potassium,

or could’ve tampered with the dose.

Considering what we know
about Angels of Mercy,

and their high body counts,

we could be dealing with
a prolific serial killer.

Always happy to take
on a new client, Mr. Homan.

What can I do for you?

This young woman... who is she?

I can’t reveal who I work for.

I’m not asking who paid you
for the photos.

I’m asking who’s in them.

Well, I’m sorry,
I can’t tell you that either.

You know, I consider myself
something of an investigator.

I took the liberty of looking
into you and your life.

I’m sorry, are you threatening me?

Well, I wasn’t going to.

I thought I might be able
to come up with something...

maybe do something nice for your son...

I hear he’s a great football player.

I don’t know...
season tickets, club level.

Something like that.

Or maybe something
for you and your wife.

But you know what? Screw it.

Maybe it’s just easier
to put a hole in your foot.

So who’s the girl?

Her name’s Abby Ryder.

And what connection does
Abby Ryder have to your client?

I don’t know. He never told me.

But when I found her,
she had gotten herself

into sort of a bad scene.

How bad?

She had been busted a couple times.

Petty stuff. Um, shoplifting,
a little drugs.

Nothing stuck, but, you know,
those things add up.

She was definitely in
with the wrong crowd.

These are our victims’ care teams...

every doctor, nurse, or med tech

that could’ve spiked their medications.

Remember, these patients
were treated in different units,

in different hospitals,
so there’s basically no overlap.

Except for one name... Dawn Jacobus.

She’s a "floater" nurse,
so she doesn’t have a specialty.

She just fills in wherever
there’s a shortage,

giving her access to every unit.

She’s changed jobs a lot this year.

It’s not unusual for a nurse,
but the timing’s suspicious.

Whenever a patient died,

she’d be at a new hospital within weeks.

There’s one slight problem...

she wasn’t on duty when
our third victim passed away.

She clocked out the night before.

Is it possible she spiked
his IV before she left?

How long would it take
the potassium to kill him?

Depends on the dose,
his age, weight, IV type.

Maybe it took all morning?

Or maybe our nurse just visited

her favorite patient on her day off.

The pieces may not fit
together perfectly.

If she’s at work right now,

someone’s life could be
in serious danger.

- Hey, Emma.
- Good morning.

Melanie Andrews is
out of Intensive Care?

Yeah. She’s doing so much better.

They moved her up here this morning.

Bless her heart.

I’m just gonna go see
if there’s anything I can do

to make her feel more...

comfortable.

Excuse me. Agent Ressler, FBI.

I need to speak with a nurse,
Dawn Jacobus.

Your Director just called...

but we make it a policy
not to interrupt anyone

in the middle of rounds,
that’s how mistakes are made.

I don’t think you understand.
What did my boss tell you?

Hello, dear. How are you feeling?

A bit dehydrated?

I’ve got something
that’ll fix you right up.

I just can’t believe... Are you sure?

- Dawn seems so...
- Where is she now?

She’s with a patient... room 303.

I bet you can’t wait
to get out of that bed.

Don’t worry, I’ll have you
in a better place real soon.

Dawn Jacobus?

Oh, my goodness, you scared me.

No, stop. Don’t touch that.

Step away from the patient.

Wha... Oh, my goodness.

Mr. Addabbo, Mrs. Addabbo,

we were sorry to hear about
the loss of your embryos.

Thank you.

I assume anything I say
to the FBI is confidential?

Of course, whatever you can tell us

that will help the investigation.

This isn’t something
I’ve admitted to the press.

I had surgery for
testicular cancer last year.

We made our embryos
before the procedure.

So they’re not replaceable?

No. They’re not.

Can you think of any reason
someone would want

to prevent you from having children?

Why would you ask that?

We believe that the attack
on the storage facility

was conducted using
an exploit in your software.

You think someone attacked
Wexford just to harm us?

- Maybe.
- I can’t think of anyone.

This must be a horrible coincidence.

Alexander...

No.

- Aimee, don’t.
- Hello?

Can you come to
the conference room, please?

Sure.

There is no way he could have done this.

You always do this.
You always protect him.

I do not.

Protect whom?

What’s going on, Dad?

"Dad"?

You are Alexander Addabbo’s son,

but you go by Wagner?

I never wanted to be accused
of nepotism,

so I use my mother’s name.

Is that a crime?

We talked to Sandy Roberts.

She said you were the one
who approached Wexford

about using Addabbo
for their network security.

Even gave her a great deal.

I brought in an account.

It’s a little outside your
purview, though, isn’t it?

A CTO is supposed to improve the tech,

not drum up new clients.

Unless there was a special reason

you wanted Wexford to use your system?

It’s the IVF clinic where your
parents have embryos, right?

My parents?

That bimbo is practically
young enough to be my daughter.

It’s disgusting thinking of them
procreating, even a test tube.

That’s why you attacked the clinic?

Because you were disgusted?

- No. I...
- But you did attack them?

It wasn’t an attack, really,

since you already had a key
to the backdoor.

You waited for a storm to give
you the blackout you needed,

and then let yourself in.

Only you weren’t counting on the FBI

to come knocking as well.

I’ve worked my entire adult life
for my father.

He wrote the foundational code
that started CommTech,

but I’m the one who kept us
relevant in the 21st century.

I’m not gonna split half
of everything I’ve worked for

with a couple cells in a petri dish.

You know, Todd, it takes
a lot to build a family.

My own mother was willing
to sacrifice anything.

When I think about all those
families and their dreams,

about what was lost...

what you destroyed for money...

You should be glad you’re
talking to me and not my mother,

because she would’ve left you
broken and bleeding.

I need about 20 minutes.

Won’t be a problem, Mr. Homan.

And the other drivers?

I radioed everyone on my route.

You’re all set.

Thank you for the, uh...

Contribution to the pension fund.

Right, pension fund.

Guess I can finally afford to retire.

- Harold.
- I’ll be brief.

There’s not much to say about these

Blacklisters you gave us.

The crooked lawyer’s probably
making bail as we speak.

Our suspect in the IVF case is
on his way to central booking.

And we’re about to interrogate
the Angel of Mercy.

I’m glad to hear it.

I guess many hands
do make light the work.

That’s not my point.

These cases, I don’t know
how else to say it,

they weren’t that hard to solve.

Not for a crack team like yours, anyway.

Can we skip to the part

where you tell me
what this is really about?

Must go, Harold.

Talk soon.

Has the 56 come yet?

You just missed it.

I’m sure another will be along shortly.

Well, you were only at Memorial
for what, three months, right?

Why the sudden transfer to St. Damian’s?

Better rate, better hours.

It had nothing to do with Navin?

Navin Mahadevan?
You remember him, right?

Of course. That poor man.

I’ve lost patients before,

but with him, it was a terrible shock.

Did you know that when a veterinarian

euthanizes a dog with, say,
a shot of potassium,

they always put the dog under first.

Why do you think they do that?

Well, I suppose with
that much potassium,

enough to stop the heart,
it’d be pretty painful.

Navin was in a lot of pain, wasn’t he?

I don’t see the connection with that.

It says right here in your notes...

"Patient complained of pain
at the IV injection site."

You prescribed lidocaine.

Oh, sure.

But those infusions
can be uncomfortable.

Everyone has a different pain tolerance.

I just didn’t want him to suffer.

With the amount of potassium
you were pumping into him,

it must a felt like liquid fire
going up his arm.

Excuse me?

See, they call people
like you Angels of Mercy,

but you don’t seem very merciful to me.

Oh, my God.

Is that what you think?

That I killed my own patients?

What’s the emergency?

I almost, uh... You need to hear this.

We might have jumped the gun.

What does that mean?

I tested the nurse’s IV bag from today.

10 milliequivalents of potassium.

It’s totally harmless.

So I looked at the other samples
from the bags

recovered from the dispensary...
Most of them tested fine.

But then this one...

it has 10 times more potassium
than the label says it does.

Enough to kill someone.

We didn’t expect her to spike
every IV in the place.

Only the ones for, you know,
"special" patients.

Yeah, except she never touched this bag.

Nobody did.

It was sitting on a shelf,
sealed inside a box.

How is that possible?

These IV bags aren’t prepped
at the hospital...

they come pre-mixed
from a drug company...

Kolbeck Medical Solutions.

Ironically, nurses use pre-filled bags

to avoid overmedicating by mistake.

Which happens more than you think.

Wait, so they had a bag of liquid death

sitting on their shelf,

all because some factory messed up?

It’s not an Angel of Mercy.

These patients are dying because
of a manufacturing error.

Where the hell’s the bus?

There’s usually another one by now.

Late for class?

You look like you’re freezing.
You’re not wearing enough.

Yeah, no, I’m not.

Criminology? Fascinating.

Is that what you’re studying?

Oh.

Yeah.

And I have a test later,
if I can get to campus.

SIU?

That’s a good school.
Some notable alumni.

Really?

My whole class seems destined
for middle management.

There’s lots of people you’d...

Well, one might know.

Steve James the documentarian...
"Hoop Dreams."

Well, there’s the great
Civil Rights leader

and comedian, Dick Gregory.

I dunno...

Oh, well, your Congressman then...

Arthur Hudson.

Who’s he?

You don’t know?

When I said his name, you looked like...

I don’t follow politics, or politicians.

That’s strange.

Why is that strange?

Because he’s following you.

What do you want?

I want to understand.

Tell me how you know Arthur Hudson.

How do I know him?

He ruined my life.

Did our theory check out?

We’ve pulled stock
from five metro area hospitals.

I haven’t tested everything yet,

but I’ve already found half
a dozen mis-filled IV bags.

All from the same company...
Kolbeck Medical Solutions.

So there might be more victims.

Look, this case could be bigger
than we ever thought.

I’ve alerted my contact at the FDA.

Drug Security and Response
will handle the recall,

but Agents Ressler and Malik,
you get over to Kolbeck.

We need to understand what went
wrong on that factory floor.

I was 12 when my parents got convicted.

Whatever they had went to the lawyers.

They should’ve saved their money.

My mom got 11 years.

My dad went down for 20.

Who took care of you?

Uh, I lived with my Grandma
for a while, but she died,

and there was no one else,
so I ended up in the system.

Didn’t really seem like anyone
cared what happened to me.

But someone must’ve,

’cause these packages would show up

at whatever foster home I was in...

a new winter coat or stuff for school.

But then I turned 18,

and I wasn’t
the state’s problem anymore.

So, you lost any kind of support.

Most kids like me end up
homeless, or in jail, or...

whatever.

That’s when you met Arthur Hudson?

What? No.

You said he ruined your life.

Eight years ago.

When he worked in
the US Attorney’s Office.

He put my parents in prison.

But he didn’t think I should
have to be punished, too.

So he sort of looked out for me.

Checked in with my case manager,
sent me stuff.

The new clothes, things for school?

Yeah, those were from him.

But when I aged out, he didn’t
know what happened to me.

That’s why he hired
the Private Investigator.

He was looking for you
so he could help you.

Yeah.

He took care of some bills,
got me back in school.

Things aren’t perfect or anything,

but I guess it’s just nice
to have him around.

I’m just trying to make a life.

A better one.

Is that what you expected to hear?

No. It isn’t.

It’s a pleasant surprise.

I’m glad you have someone
in your corner.

Kolbeck’s been in business for 70 years.

Our reputation for delivering
high-quality medical products

is above reproach.

You mean, except for that pile
of IV bags sitting on my desk.

You know, the ones with the
fatal dose of potassium in it?

Fatal is a matter of opinion.

I’m not here to litigate the case.

I just wanna know what went
wrong at your plant?

We’re still trying to figure that out.

So you didn’t know there was
an issue with your machinery?

That it was overfilling random IV bags?

Of course not.

If we had, we would’ve ordered
an immediate recall.

Or maybe you did notice
there was a problem

and you just didn’t want to damage that,

you know, spotless reputation of yours.

Are you calling me a liar?

Either that or incompetent,

and I don’t know which is really worse.

Sorry to interrupt,

but I just had a chat
with one of your technicians.

According to his logs, you shut down

for a full recalibration last October,

exactly one week
after the tainted IV bags

were shipped out.

I don’t like what you’re
insinuating, young lady.

Was I insinuating?

How rude of me.

What I meant was...
this timing looks really,

really bad for you.

I’m sure Mr. Walden can explain this.

Matt, go ahead.

Um, hi.

Matt Walden, Product Standards Manager.

It sounds like
the technician you spoke to

must’ve been confused.

Yes, we did shut down,

but it was just regular
scheduled maintenance.

Nothing special.

We’ll be sure to look into that.

Thanks, Matt.

Yes, and thank you both
for coming up here.

Next time we’ll be meeting
through our lawyers.

You’re gonna need ’em.

You know, mistakes like this
don’t happen in a vacuum.

Someone’s negligence caused
innocent people to suffer and die.

And if we find out that you knew
your products were tainted,

and didn’t order a recall,

then everyone in that decision chain

will be answering to the FBI.

He seemed a little guilty.

Maybe a little.

Shh, shh, shh.

Over here.

I shouldn’t even be talking to you,

but I don’t get paid enough
to go to prison.

Guarantee my immunity,

and I’ll blow this thing wide open.

The CEO knew.

His techs found the problem months ago.

Less than 1% of the IV bags
were affected.

Yeah, but they’d already shipped
out hundreds of thousands.

He wouldn’t agree to a recall

without a thorough
cost/benefit analysis.

If Raymond hadn’t
turned us on to this case,

it’s possible no one ever would
have made the connection.

That’s what the CEO was banking on.

Literally banking.

I wonder what he’s thinking now?

All that money might’ve
kept him out of prison,

but a homicide charge
is pretty hard to live down.

What about the rest of these...

Well, I’m not gonna even
call them Blacklisters.

Three indictments,
not exactly a waste of time.

But what did Reddington promise us?

An infamous hacker, a serial killer,

a lawyer orchestrating
a vast conspiracy.

Instead, we got a son
squabbling over his inheritance,

a CEO who valued profits over safety,

and a lawyer who’s betraying her clients

to line her own pockets.

All criminals for sure,

but hardly rising to the level
of this task force.

So why these cases?

What’s Reddington getting out of it?

Well, maybe he wanted to
keep us busy chasing our tails

so we couldn’t keep tabs on him.

So he just looked through
a pile of cases

and chose three rejects?

Is he ever that random?

Nothing he does is random.

Wait, stop.

Go back one.

Wild Society...
I’ve heard of that somewhere.

They do amazing work
to protect species biodiversity.

Wait, look who else is in that photo.

That’s Todd Wagner.

And that’s Rebecca Anders.

"Wild Society Board of Directors
pose for winter gala.

All proceeds to benefit the charity..."

A shady lawyer, a corrupt CEO,

and an ungrateful heir
walk into a party...

how does that joke end?

With someone punching them in the face?

Now I’m more confused then ever.
Is this charity the connection

that Reddington really
wanted us to find?

Maybe our real investigation
has only just begun.

I understand your board held
an emergency meeting last night?

Our ad hoc board.

The three individuals
you arrested have been

removed indefinitely,
pending investigation.

And our legal team is advising us

on the inherent
financial considerations.

And how many people are giving?

We have about 6 million contributors,

here and abroad.

I’ve actually prepared a binder for you.

Obviously it’s not everyone.

But these are our major donors.

What about this one?

There’s no name.

Right.

Well, big gifts can garner
a lot of publicity.

That’s the appeal for some donors.

That one in particular,
he’s quite discreet.

Wasn’t interested in naming rights

or a seat on the board.

The only time he showed his face
was at our wind farm in Baja.

He wanted to speak with the engineers

about some advancement
in turbine rotors.

His name?

Please understand...

he has been foundational
to our growth this last decade.

We’re in the final stages
of accepting a gift from him

that would carry us
into the next century.

I’m not willing to jeopardize
any of that.

You should know, I already filed
a subpoena for your records.

I don’t mean that
as some kind of threat,

but I’m gonna need
this information either way.

Let’s be honest...

your donor would want
to clear up any conflicts

before he gave a gift
of this size anyway.

You’re right.

This is for internal use only.

It’s the first name there.

Mr. Homan, Steven.

Steve Homan?

Yes, do you know him?

I know of him.

He’s gonna take Wild Society
into the next century?

Assuming he still wants
to honor his pledge.

That’s why Reddington gave us this case?

So we’d clean house at some charity

before he dropped a big donation?

How’d he even know
the board members were corrupt?

Well, they’re not exactly
master criminals,

and Raymond’s a thorough vetter.

I mean, before he hired me,

he called the lady that cut my hair.

So we’re back to being
Reddington’s errand boys.

At least it was for a worthy cause.

That should make us feel good.

Yeah, you’re right. I do feel good.

Hey, I was worried.

Sorry I didn’t call you back.

J-Jill and I were...
were up all night talking.

Did she forgive you?

Well, she has conditions.

You know, but I would donate
my left kidney for that woman.

After what you put that kidney through,

I don’t know who would want it.

Yeah. Hey, seriously, Don, thank you.

Oh, thank yourself.

- You’re the one who did it.
- Come on, man.

Without you, I would still be witting
in my car having a panic attack.

I actually am in my car,
but I’m not panicking.

And... And that’s all you.

You really helped me.

Well, I’m here for you, alright?

Anytime.

Are you destroying evidence

or are you getting rid
of your photo albums?

I thought I unearthed

our Honorable Congressman’s
secret shame.

But no, it just seems that
some things are best left alone.

Really?

You surprise me.

Well, not every nut’s
meant to be cracked.

The Brazil nut, for instance.

People go for the almonds,
the cashews, pistachios,

but look at the bottom of every bowl

and there lies
the poor Brazil nuts, untouched.

Just like Arthur Hudson.

Will you still think of him that way

if he’s the reason
your life falls apart?

So what if he is?

Who am I to hold up my life

and work against his life and his work?

After what I heard yesterday,
hell, I’d vote for the guy.

Is that why you’re suddenly
giving everything away?

Ah, so you figured it all out?

- Is that it?
- Not really.

The Wild Society is
a noble cause, but...

But we lose one species
every hour on earth.

That’s a grim metric
to mark the passage of time.

Then I think about Agnes,

and how much has she already lost?

You know, what will still
be here when she’s grown?

I’ve done everything I can
to safeguard her future,

but some forces are well beyond
even my considerable control.

So, I’m giving it up to others.

Perhaps my gift will help
slow the clock down,

so she can enjoy more of
what the world has to offer.

I’m sure that will have a huge impact,

but last week, you were
selling off your possessions.

Now, you’re donating half your wealth...

I’ve never been a miser.

Yes, you’ve always been very generous,

but not like this.

It’s just money, Dembe.

So it doesn’t mean anything?

You just saw what happens
when people forget

how meaningless it really is.

You mean the three Blacklisters?

They had power, respect, freedom,

and they threw it all away
for one more dollar.

People have to know
when enough is enough.

And if you find yourself
hanging on too tight,

well, time to let go.

Okay.

But is everything alright?

Everything is all relative.

And alright is definitely relative.

- Raymond...
- Everything is fine, Dembe.

I’m fine.

I told you to stop calling me.

I know what you're about to do.

You're headed
to the D.A.'s office, right?

Turn around. You're making a mistake.

No, I'm doing what's right.

I'll be fine.
I've secured another position.

The one at DuPont?

Two short phone calls, three max...

I can make that offer go away.

Do what you want.
Nothing will change my mind.

Let's play this out.

You take whatever it is
you think you have to the D.A.

And then I call Ron,
who's a personal friend,

and tell him this case
is not worth his time.

Who do you think he listens to
in this scenario?

Me. Because I did him a favor
a while back.

A favor that saved his marriage.

You wouldn't be on the phone
right now if it were that easy.

How is your dear little Maggie,
by the way?

Peanut allergy, right?

Gosh, those things are so tough.

Mistakes must happen all the time.

I heard she went
into anaphylaxis in 2019.

That must have been terrifying.

I guess you just have to hope
her little body

would survive something like that again.

You're a sick, sick woman.

Put your family first.

This crusade is not
your passion... they are.

You stay away from my family.

Looks like he's leaving.

I've done everything I can.

You need to get those documents.

What exactly are you asking me to do?

Whatever needs to be done.

He spotted me. He's trying to lose me.

Well, go after him.

_

- What's going on?
- The dude crashed.

I don't care. We need those papers.

Figure it out.

Negative. Cops are on site.

I'm not taking that kind of heat.

This is what you're hired for.

- We need those papers.
- I'm sorry. I'm out of here.

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Senator Panabaker, Director Cooper,

this is Representative Hudson.

How do you do?

I appreciate you both

being able to meet on such short notice.

Look, Clayton, I have time
for formalities

like I have time
for long walks on the beach.

You got us here. What's this about?

Well, Arthur and I have some questions

about your FBI task force,

and no one seems to be able to answer.

I mean, we had a heck of a time
even getting your name,

- Director Cooper.
- That's intentional.

The nature of our work
is highly classified.

Oh, I understand that, really.

And from what little information
I've been able to glean,

it seems that you've helped close

some of Main Justice's biggest cases.

That's impressive.

However, it doesn't explain
your exorbitant budget.

$282.7 million last year alone,
to be exact.

That's still less than 3%
of the FBI's overall budget.

It's an awful lot
for a single task force.

How is your budget being allocated,

and what is it exactly that you do?

We work with gathered
intelligence to detain

and apprehend criminal suspects
around the world...

criminals that wouldn't
otherwise be on the FBI's radar.

We've thwarted terrorist attacks,

stopped assassinations,

disbanded global conspiracies,

exposed human-trafficking rings

domestically and overseas.

Specifics. We want specifics.

You must have internal case
files that break it all down.

Of course.

I'm just not at liberty
to divulge those.

Says who?

Alright, Congress
and the American people

deserve to know where
their tax dollars are going.

Give me a break, Clayton.

It's a nice sales pitch,

but we both know
too much government oversight

can be harmful to the FBI's
ability to work covertly.

You don't just get to operate
in the blind, Cynthia.

Harold's task force

does incredibly important work.

The funding is being well spent.

You have my word.

Well, we'll see how your word
holds up in front of a judge.

Now, unless one of you
is willing to elaborate,

I think we're done here.

I appreciate you defending us in there.

It means a lot,
which makes this harder to say.

Our case files have been compromised.

What the hell does that mean?

When Reddington was alone
in the post office

during the Wujing incident,

he gained access to our computer network

and removed any mention of himself

from our permanent records.

He wh... What?

How could you keep this from me?

Cynthia, I apologize.

But at the time,
omitting this information

and carrying on with our casework

- seemed like the right thing...
- I defended you.

I always defend you.

If a judge allows them
to subpoena those files

and they've clearly been tampered with,

both of our careers will be on the line.

Not to mention the fact
that you've barely

had any convictions this year,
just a bunch of prison breaks

and dead bodies
splayed out on the floor.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Is it? You fix this.

I don't know how, but you fix it.

Harold, why so glum?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because I've got a senator

and congressmen breathing down my neck

trying to get access to our files.

Files that have been significantly
compromised because of you.

Well, we've found ourselves
under siege before.

Perhaps it's time yet again
to hunker down,

take a moment, and let it blow over.

Actually, it's not going to blow over.

They've secured a hearing
before a judge for today.

Then we let the wheels of justice

grind at their characteristic
snail's pace

and be fine about it.

Are you hearing anything I'm saying?

The future of this task force
is on the line.

I need you to start giving us
substantial cases again.

Cases that can demonstrate to the
Justice Department and Congress

that we get results and can justify

our significant expenditures.

We've always had
a "we scratch your back,

you scratch ours" arrangement.

But now I'm not so sure.

Well, perk up.

I have a few new ideas to discuss

that will scratch everyone's back.

First, I need you to look
into this container ship.

It's scheduled to arrive
at the port of Baltimore.

This is the hull number.

In the meantime,

I have another case
of the utmost priority.

Blair Foster, Washington, D.C.'s

most infamous fixer.

If corruption is what Dorf
and Hudson are looking for,

then let's shine a light
under every rock in town

and show them what
real corruption looks like.

Ms. Foster has
a legitimate law practice,

but her real stock-in-trade

is her off-the-books private services.

She's stealthy, discreet,

has a way of burying scandals

before the corpses are even cold.

I know of Ms. Foster.

Her reputation certainly proceeds her.

Bureau's been trying to build
a case against her

for years to no avail.

Well, one of her biggest clients

is corporate giant Moder & Sons.

There have been whispers in recent years

of carcinogenic materials

in some of their consumer products.

And I believe the only reason

no lawsuit has ever come
to fruition is Foster.

She runs a legitimate boutique
law firm employing lawyers,

legal aides, clerks, and investigators,

but they rarely file cases...

strange given the power
and influence they wield.

And when they do, the cases
almost always settle or go away.

She employs a disproportionate
number of investigators

for a firm this size.

So it's her work as a fixer
that keeps the lights on?

It appears so.

Most recently, Reddington
believes that Foster

is responsible for the car accident

of a mid-level employee
at the Moder & Sons corporation.

Why would she care
about mid-level employees?

Reddington suspects it was
her effort to silence him

on some internal matter at Moder & Sons.

Luckily, the man, Lawrence Whitaker,

survived the accident.

This may be just what we need.

If the scandals Foster buried
are as explosive

as Reddington claims
and we unearth them,

then Hudson and Dorf
and all the rest of D.C.

will have bigger fish to fry than us.

Ressler, Malik...
visit Whitaker at the hospital.

See what you find.

We're so sorry

you're going through this,
Mrs. Whitaker.

The impact from the crash
caused a subdural hematoma,

but he should be off
the ventilator soon.

I still can't believe this happened.

He's usually such a cautious driver.

He's just been under
so much stress at work.

We have reason to believe
that your husband

may have been in possession

of some damaging material
about Moder & Sons.

Is that true?

He found out something
he wasn't supposed to.

He said that he couldn't talk
about it yet

and that he might not be
working there much longer.

Were they threatening to fire him?

I think they were trying
to push him out.

He started to get paranoid
leading up to the accident.

He said that people were following him

outside the house and work.

I never saw anyone.

But he swears he did.

I wish I knew more.

We'll look into it.

See if we can find out
if he was being followed.

In the meantime, we'll station
an officer outside the door.

Just call us when he wakes up.

Hi, it's Emily Larson.

The FBI is here questioning
Mr. Whitaker's wife.

Of course they are.

What about Whitaker's personal effects?

Did you find the documents
I'd asked you about?

They'd be in a messenger bag.

I went through everything. I'm sorry.

There's nothing here.

Where the hell is it?

Larry Whitaker's wife told us

he believed he was being
followed leading up

to the day of the accident.

I pulled the security footage

from buildings nearby Moder & Sons.

Over the past week,
including the day of the crash,

the same vehicle with the same driver

was stationed outside.

Were you able to run the plates?

The District of Columbia

doesn't have registration
for the vehicle.

We've had no luck
with facial recognition.

I've run it through all our databases,

and it's like he's a ghost.

If he's done the fixer's dirty work,

someone in criminal world
should be able to I.D. him.

I think we should get this
over to Raymond.

I agree. He's still in town.

Take it to him over at the warehouse.

See if he can help.

I couldn't place it.

But I swear I recognize him
from somewhere.

Maybe Panama when we were
doing contracting for Hector?

Could be.

Certainly looks familiar.

You don't have a name?
Not even an alias?

No.

But after viewing the footage,

I'm convinced he's military.

His protocols and procedures,

the way he surveils...

Don't laugh.

Wait till you're my age.

First the knees, then the eyes.

Tell that to my right shoulder.

Did you see the tattoo on his finger?

Those numbers can mean anything.

Or something.

The Black Wasps are identified as 4895.

He could be Cuban special forces.

You should reach out to Manny. Manny.

Ah, Dembe, we should hang out more.

I miss us.

Remember that night in Saint-Tropez

with Thomas and Yvette?

What a gas.

Oh, my gosh, Yvette.

I tried to forget.

Excuse me. You're on speaker.

Whitaker just woke up.
We're heading out.

- Any luck on the I.D.?
- We're working on it.

I'll report back soon.

I better get going.

I guess I better get going, too.

Get going where?

Havana.

Raymond, just call Manny.

These things are always
better handled in person.

I had requested some research
files from a few years back

of some of our products.

I'm in quality control,

and I stumbled quite
accidentally upon a study

that stated that Spring 'N Shine

unequivocally contained
carcinogenic compounds.

What's "Spring 'N Shine"?

It's the number-one
multi-purpose cleaner

on the market for 11 years running.

Which is why I was surprised
to find the study.

But Moder & Sons buried the report.

They didn't even try to recall
the toxic product.

Bottles of it had been
in circulation for years

after the study was completed.

People died...

children.

I couldn't in good conscience
remain silent.

So what did you do?

I told a co-worker who I thought
I could trust,

that I was thinking of going
public with what I found.

And the very next day,

Blair Foster was standing in my office.

Did she try to intimidate you?

Not at first.

She was friendly.

We spoke about family.

When she heard that my daughter
was wait-listed at Sidwell,

she said that she could get her in

with a healthy financial-aid package.

So she was trying to bribe you.

Do you have any proof?

She never put anything in writing.

It was all very... casual.

And when I didn't take the bait,
she started to threaten me...

subtly...

then not so subtle.

And she thought that the evidence

of the study was destroyed.

But I downloaded and printed out a copy

before they wiped the server.

Do you have a copy
of that report on you?

No, it's in my car.

Oh, man.

Little help, please.

One minute.

That was work-related.
How can I help you?

I got in an accident yesterday.

I was told my car got towed here.

Alright, I just need your license.

I lost it in the accident.

I have my registration.

It's my corporate car.

I'm very sorry, sir,

but I do need
a valid license with a photo.

Listen, it's been
a really rough 24 hours.

My laptop and work stuff are in there.

My car's totaled.

Can't you just help a guy out?

It's from Herbie.

He spoke to local PD.

Mr. Whitaker's car

is at "M" Street Towing in Southwest.

He sent me the address.

FBI.

Hi. Can I help you?

Agents Ressler and Malik.
We need to locate a vehicle.

It's a black Mercedes
registered to a Larry Whitaker.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

He just came by to grab his things.

He's probably still here.

Huh. The guy was just here.

So was his bag. Now it's gone.

Senator Dorf, I've received your motion

to compel the Bureau
to comply with your subpoena

seeking documents related to the budget

and casework of Task Force 836.

I see that both parties have
submitted extensive documents.

Anything I need to know
before we dive in?

To reiterate, Judge Hurban,

our refusal to turn
over records to Senator Dorf

isn't an attempt to obfuscate
what our team does

or how we allocate our funds.

It's an attempt to protect my agents

and our sources, plain and simple.

All of their lives could be in danger

if the nature of our work
was made public.

And as a sitting member of Congress

who's privy to more details

than most regarding
FBI Task Force number 836,

I wholeheartedly endorse

Assistant Director Cooper's position.

Senator Dorf, Representative Hudson.

Any final remarks?

Oversight on law enforcement

is a necessary check and balance.

It's our responsibility,

especially in this current
political climate,

when we've seen what can happen

when law-enforcement agencies' authority

goes unchecked.

We're simply asking for transparency.

While I hear you, Senator,
my job is not to be concerned

with the "current political
climate"... only facts.

I think I have everything I need.

I will try to be expeditious.

Hola, Manny.

Red!

Como estas, my brother?

Well.

You seem very well.

I guess I've got some catching up to do.

So what brings you here?

I have something I
really want to show you.

You flew all the way to Cuba

to show me some old boxing gloves?

Yeah, well... they are old, in fact,

almost 50 years old.

They haven't been used
since the '76 Games.

Those aren't... They can't be...

I know they are, and they can.

Teofilo Stevenson's gloves

from one of his iconic
Olympic performances.

I remember years ago, you told me

how your father would pile
you and your brothers

in the back of his Chevy Bel Air

and take you over
to the Escuela de Boxeo

to watch Stevenson train.

You told me you'd sit there
for hours on end,

just totally mesmerized.

He was something to behold.

So skilled with his feet,
especially for a heavyweight.

A hero among men.

Man,

those are some of the best memories
of my whole life.

Well, they're all yours...

if you can help me with this guy.

I need an I.D. and location.

I suspect he's a former Black Wasp.

I can't.

Too dangerous.

You mess with guys like that,

you end up with a bullet in your head.

Where's your sense of adventure?

And you can't at least put out
some feelers for me?

The last time I tried
to help you I.D. someone,

you shot two of my police
contacts in front of me.

I should have known you had an agenda.

It's probably why Weecha
left you for Adolfo.

Left me?! She didn't leave me.

It's considerably more
complicated than that.

Who told you, anyway?

Straight from the horse's mouth.

Weecha comes through here a lot.

Always comes in for a drink.

She gets mail here. She calls.

Well, if you change your mind,

I'll be in town overnight
in that little inn

a block over from Callejon de Hamel.

As for the gloves,

once they leave Cuba with me...

...they don't come back.

Oh, if you happen to talk
to Weecha, please,

tell her where she can find me.

Richard, please come in.

We need to talk... now.

Could you give Mr. Moder
and me a moment alone, please?

The FBI is at our offices

asking questions with a warrant.

I thought you were handling this.

I am.
Whitaker somehow got on their radar,

but we secured the report.

Without it, there's no case. We're safe.

What about Dr. Feinberg?
He wrote the report.

We have his NDA. We're covered.

Do you think he's gonna honor that NDA

now that there's
a federal investigation?

I don't want any loose ends.

He needs to be taken care of.

There are smarter ways
out of all of this.

What if I could get the investigation

to go away altogether?

How on earth would you do that?

You need to trust me.

I told you this is gonna be clean,

and it will be.

Just let me do my job.

I really appreciate
you showing up for me today.

Of course. You're doing great.

- Alright? See you next week?
- I'll be here.

And if I'm not, dear God, come find me.

Agent Ressler.

I'm Blair Foster.

But you already know
who I am, don't you?

I know you don't drink,

so why don't I buy you a cup of coffee?

If you want to talk, we can do it here.

The coffee is free

I just wanted to take a private moment

to let you know that Moder & Sons

intends to fully cooperate
with your investigation.

We care deeply about
our employees and consumers.

Well, you don't seem to care too deeply

about Larry Whitaker.

Larry Whitaker is a troubled man.

He started spreading damaging
lies about the company

after he'd been passed over
for a promotion.

He was embittered by a system

where he was no longer advancing.

I tried to reason with him,
but I can't help someone

who doesn't want to help himself.

Rich Moder is one of the most ethical

and thoughtful C.E.O.s
I've ever come across.

And trust me, I've worked
with a lot of them.

If he's so ethical,
then why would he have

knowingly allowed carcinogenic materials

to stay on store shelves?

That's a fictitious narrative
being driven

by a man who is unhappy and unhinged.

This isn't gonna go anywhere.

This is a waste of your time.

You're meant for something
so much bigger than all this.

- I've done my homework on you.
- Clearly.

You found me at my NA meeting.

Son of a cop who was
killed in the line of duty.

The son goes on to become
a successful FBI agent.

You've had an impressive career.

Anyway, it got me to thinking

there's an empty congressional seat

in the 13th District in Michigan
that represents Detroit.

They want somebody tough on crime.

I think you would be perfect.

A hometown hero returns.

Me? A Congressman?

I know.

That's a wild idea, right?

But I'm rarely wrong once
I get a read on someone.

And I could help you
through the process.

First, you'd need to drop everything

and clear your schedule.

No, I'm not dropping anything.

Agent Ressler, in Congress,

you could reach so many more people.

You could make a real difference.

You know, Ms. Foster,
you are worth every penny

those corporate schmucks pay you.

I'll give you that.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got to get back to my office.

Thank you for calling me, Manny.

There he is... Red.

I just had the most absolutely

mouthwatering boliche.

Boliche is a bit heavy

for the middle of the day, no?

I'm finding I prefer my dinner at lunch,

a light supper in the evening,

drinks at both.

I assume you've had
a change of mind, yes?

I want to see the gloves again.

Alright.

There they are.

The name.

Julian Flores. And you were right.

He was Special Forces.

He's in Falls Church, Virginia,
living under an alias.

I'll text you the address.

You're not gonna hurt him, are you?

Why?

I kind of know his uncle.

I like the guy.

He'll be just fine.

You know, I was gonna give
those to you either way.

What can I say?

I'm a sucker for a sentimental story.

I appreciate that, Red.

Manny, did you happen to talk to Weecha

since I saw you yesterday?

I did not.

Well, next time you do, would you mind

giving her a message?

Do you have a pen?

Here you go.

Agent Ressler, is everything okay?

You were gone a lot longer than usual.

That's because I was with Blair Foster.

- She ambushed my NA meeting.
- Wait, what?

Did she say Anything incriminating?

Uh, no. No, she steps right
up to the line without crossing it.

She's bold.

She's not afraid of anyone.

Well, while you were out
with our blacklister,

we think we may have I.D.'d
the researcher

who wrote the report...
Dr. Samuel Feinberg.

He's a researcher at Redlands
Chemical Institute.

And according to their head of research,

Feinberg conducted several
studies for Moder & Sons

over a 7-year period.

But his relationship with them
ended abruptly in 2017,

which is the same year the report

Whitaker found was supposedly written.

So what, they stopped working with him

because he concluded that their
all-star product causes cancer?

That's what we're thinking.

It's not a sure bet, but it's
the best lead we've got.

Malik, Ressler...
go talk to Dr. Feinberg.

Not only is he our last chance
to get some proof,

but he may be in danger if Moder & Sons

see him as a threat.

And we could use a win
because I'm just getting word

Judge Hurban has made her decision.

Excuse me. Are you Dr. Samuel Feinberg?

Yes.

Agents Ressler and Malik, FBI.

May we come in?

Of course. I was expecting you.

This is my attorney, Blair Foster.

I'd like her to be present
for our conversation.

Agent Ressler, long time no see.

Mr. Feinberg, as you may already know,

we're conducting an investigation

into Moder & Sons.

We understand you did some
research for them at Redlands.

It feels like ages ago now.

But, yes.

To be more specific, we're
interested in a 2017 study

where you concluded that
there was carcinogenic material

in some of their products.

That's not correct.

Are you saying that you
didn't do a study in 2017

on Spring 'N Shine?

I did do a study,
but I never finished it.

The data was unsound.

We have a witness who's willing
to go on record

saying he saw a report of the study,

a complete and very damning one

for Moder & Sons.

And if this report comes to light,

and it comes out that you lied

during a federal investigation,

well, that could end
very poorly for you.

You understand?

If you have any more questions,

you can direct them
to Ms. Foster's office.

I don't have anything more to say.

He lied right to our faces
like it was nothing.

She promised him something.

Apparently, it was worth the threat

of a federal prison sentence.

I tried to get ahold of Harold,

but I had to settle
for the second string.

I really hope there's a point
to this phone call

other than to insult me.

Donald, I can't think of a
better point than to insult you,

but I suppose this will have
to do for the moment.

I'm calling because I have a
gift for you at the warehouse.

Ms. Foster's operative,
Mr. Julian Flores of Havana.

He's waiting and he's ready to talk.

How'd you manage that?

Cost me seven favors
at Immigration Services.

It's not so simple to get stamps
on asylum papers these days.

Seven favors?

What'd you do, move his whole
family over from Cuba?

No. His mistress, her sister,

his mother, two cousins,
a dear friend from high school,

and a dog, which was its own headache.

I shouldn't have even asked.
Look, we're on our way over now.

Look, I don't want to belabor this.

You've all heard my thoughts.

And while there were compelling
arguments on both sides,

I'm ruling in favor of your task force,

Assistant Director Cooper.

It's clear to me that the safety
and security reasons for keeping

your records internal
far outweigh any benefit

Congress might receive
from making them public.

Thank you, Your Honor.

So if you will excuse me,
I am due in court.

I trust you'll see yourselves out.

Well, there you have it, Clayton.

Can we finally put this to rest?

Mnh-mnh. Not today, Cynthia,

because now my interest is piqued.

Yeah, I thought Hudson
had found political gold

with this investigation.

But based on how badly you want
to keep this secret,

I think he might have
found a diamond mine.

Now you just sound paranoid.

Well, as a courtesy,
I'm gonna give you a heads up.

I'm holding a press conference
later today.

I'm launching a formal investigation

into the task force.

And I... I will be
naming names, Cynthia,

including yours.

I'm more convinced than ever
there's something here.

And we will get answers.

Are these really necessary?

We just wanted you to get
used to the feel of them.

You're gonna be
wearing them a lot real soon.

What could you possibly have on me?

Flores talked, Blair.

We have him on trespassing, stalking,

larceny, identity theft.

Well, he was happy to cut a deal.

Sang like a robin.

I'm supposed to be afraid?

No, you should be aware.

He's implicated you on
multiple federal counts.

You're looking at 10 years.

I have been in badly lit rooms
like this one

more times than I can count.

It's always the same song and dance.

So let's cut to the deal making,

because I'm certainly
not going to prison.

That's awfully arrogant of you.

It's awfully naive of you to
think it would go any other way.

Alright, let's say hypothetically,

we were willing to play ball.

Flores said that you keep meticulous
records on all your clients...

records that only you have access to.

Now, you hand over those files to us,

including the one on Moder & Sons,

and we might be able to work out
a generous immunity agreement.

All of my files?

That's not gonna happen, Don.

There's things in some of those files

that would get me killed twice over.

That was some fancy pitching,
but ball season's over.

I'll risk my day in court.

No files, no deal.

Look, the fact that the FBI
even got this far

tells me there's someone bigger
behind all of this.

So who's really in charge here?

And what is it they want from me?

I'm sure we can find common ground.

There's plenty I'm willing to share,

but I only deal in specifics.

Harold, what can I do for you?

I assume you received my gift.

We did, and he's the gift
that keeps on giving.

We were able to bring in Foster

based on Flores' testimony,

and she's willing to make a deal.

But she'll only give us
precise information.

Yes. Well, I suspected she'd be
a formidable opponent.

I want to do the maximum good here.

Dorf is about to have
a press conference,

and he's naming names

in the hope that enough
political pressure

will eventually force us
to show our hands.

We could be done here.

This could be our last case.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

If Ms. Foster wants to be specific,

ask her about December 31, 2013.

See what she has to say.

That's all? Just that date.

Oh, it'll be enough.

If you want to cut a deal,
you'll need to turn over

everything on Moder & Sons...

and any information
regarding December 31, 2013.

There it is.

Now we're all playing on the same field.

Care to elaborate on that?

I'll tell you every sordid detail...

as soon as I have my deal in writing.

"And I would like to tell you,

as many of you may know, the..."

It's too late, Harold. No, I'm on in 15.

Nothing you can say will deter me.

I'm holding this press conference.

I understand, but I'm actually
here on other business.

You see, Blair Foster sent me.

Thank you all for coming out today.

I apologize for the delay.

I'll keep it brief.

It's with a heavy heart
that I must report

that due to personal family matters,

I will be taking a leave of absence

from my position effective immediately.

Senator!

It's been my honor
to serve this country.

I would appreciate privacy at this time.

- Thank you.
- Senator Dorf!

I'm sorry. The senator won't be
taking any questions.

_

_

Weecha.

Come in. Come in. Sit down.

He was in again.

Asking about you.

Did you tell him
that we had been speaking?

No.

Oh, he is persistent, isn't he?

He told me to tell you
something if I saw you.

He wrote it down.

I don't know what I'm going
to do with that man.

En serio.

You and me both.

Sure is quiet around here.

The rest of the team is out arresting

the C.E.O. of Moder & Sons.

Well, that's sure
to make the 11:00 news.

Speaking of, Senator Dorf
did a real 180.

It's everywhere.

That had to be your work.

How'd you get him to change his mind?

Blackmail.

Good Lord, Harold.

Do I even want to know?

Foster had a file on him.

New Year's Eve, 2013.

Dorf's teenage son Michael

was driving high
and drunk after a party.

He miscalculated a turn

and hit a teenage girl, Makayla Johnson.

She was waiting on a city bus.

He paralyzed her from the waist down.

Whoo. Wow. That's awful.

It's terrible.

When his son was taken to the hospital,

Dorf used Foster to ensure
the blood was never tested,

so it all went away
without criminal charges.

Wasn't his entire political platform

based on being tough on drugs?

Yes. So he was hell bent on burying it.

Apparently, his son was
incredibly remorseful.

He wanted to pay for what he'd done.

So Dorf used Foster
to silence his own son.

Michael Dorf has been in
and out of psychological care

since the accident.

Trust me, if anyone understands the need

to bury certain things

when it comes to family, it's me.

But are we really
just gonna let Dorf off

- for obstructing justice?
- Not exactly.

Senator Dorf and I
came to an arrangement.

It's late. I'm just leaving.

Who got to you? What the hell happened?

- Blair Foster happened.
- Oh, the lawyer?

What does she have to do
with any of this?

It doesn't matter. She doesn't matter.

What matters is this is all over.

It's time to move on.

Are you kidding me?
This... whatever this is...

it just continues to prove my theory

that something bigger
is going on out here...

Well, I'm moving on, alright?

I'm done with this. I'm done with us.

And I'm sure you won't listen,

but if I may offer some
parting advice, here goes...

Leave this alone.

You're smart.
You have your whole career ahead of you.

No good will come of this.

I'm certain of that.

Go home, Mr. Hudson.

So Makayla Johnson's therapy
and medical expenses

will be paid for by the Dorfs?

For the rest of her life and more.

I guess that's a form
of restorative justice.

That was my hope.

And the task force
lives to see another day.

What about Foster?

She's a free woman. We had to
let her go to get what we needed.

I'm not convinced Hudson
will ever give this up.

What can we say? He's on a crusade.

It's a dog with a bone.

I kind of... admire the guy.

Strangely, so do I.

That said, with Dorf out of the way,

I'm not sure there's anyone
who can help the defeated

Mr. Hudson continue his offensive.

Hello?

Congressman Hudson.

It's Blair Foster.

I realize you're relatively new in town,

but I'm sure you've heard
my name by now.

I'd like to set a meeting with you.

Regarding what?

How did you even get this number?

I know today's little press conference

didn't go the way you'd hoped,

and that you were counting
on the support of Senator Dorf.

I have some information
I'd like to share with you.

I think it could be the start

of a mutually beneficial relationship.

I'm not sure.

I don't think we really play
the game the same way.

I get that.

I do.

In my experience, though...

it never hurts to take the meeting.

So... what's it gonna be?