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(Rock music playing)

Alvin: My name is Alvin Stanton.

I'm the U.S. attorney for the district of Columbia.

You can spare me the introductions.

I expect this will be a long day

and I'm not getting any younger.

You understand why you're here?

To tell you what I know

so you can judge if my truthful testimony merits immunity.

There are allegations that the FBI allowed Raymond Reddington

to continue to commit crimes while acting as a criminal informant.

That's a fact.

He has continued to commit crimes, including murder.

And the task force led by Harold Cooper?

They knew about this?

Yes, and I can prove it.

I gave agent Gale the bodies.

I can give you locations and dates

that the bodies were collected and buried.

Okay, Ms. Nemec, we'll offer you immunity.

I need a day to get my affairs in order

without a protective detail.

No.

It's not a request. It's my offer.

If you think you can prove this case without me,

feel free to pass.

Anyone?

Okay, I gotta run. As I said, I'm not getting any younger.

Cooper: You're asking me to protect Kaplan?

Mrs. Panabaker: From Reddington.

Wouldn't do anyone any good if he got to her.

When you authorized Reddington's immunity deal,

you knew that we would have to let him maintain his criminal empire.

That's what makes him valuable to us.

You're a big boy, Harold.

You knew we'd support you as long as you kept the deal hidden.

You didn't. My people could go to jail.

Mrs. Panabaker: Well, you've done good work.

Grand jury hands up an indictment,

I'm sure the judge and jury will agree.

If you're right and we don't go to jail,

does the bureau take us back?

When it's over, where do we go to get our reputations back?

I wish I knew.

Aram won't testify against us.

They gave him immunity.

Liz: How did they know to do that?

Gale only knew about us, not Aram.

I can't protect you.

It's my job to do that and I can't do it.

Ressler: We're only here because of Reddington,

because he shot Kaplan for trying to help you.

And that's indefensible

but he says he wants to protect us, and I believe him.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear, we're going to be arrested.

And there is nothing Reddington

can do to protect us against that.

To be honest, that's what makes me the angriest.

That here we are, at the end,

and we still don't know why he walked into your life that day.

Where are you going?

To do something I should have done a long time ago.

Reddington: Once Kaplan testifies, an indictment is inevitable.

Cooper tried to shut it down.

Harold has to work within the system.

Henry Prescott does not.

Who's Henry Prescott?

Reddington: A man who knows how to bury problems.

If you find yourself up against

impossible odds due to poor judgment,

Henry Prescott's the man you want on speed dial.

He's the courage you never had.

The cool head in a crisis.

(Breathing shakily) Like you said, you and your husband fought.

When he left the apartment, he was drunk and depressed.

You had no idea he was headed for the roof.

The roof?

(Woman screaming)

(Car alarm blaring)

Finding him is the key to sweeping the grand jury under the rug.

Weren't you squatting in a congressman's apartment?

Reddington: The house is back in session.

Oh, and those are the charred remains of 16 false identities

that Kate has somehow compromised.

At the moment my resources are scant,

which is why I need your help in finding Prescott.

Why? How can a fixer-for-hire derail a grand jury?

Four years ago, I surrendered to protect you

from tom,

Berlin, the cabal.

And now you may go to jail because of me.

It appears Kate may be right after all.

Maybe I'm the person you need protection from.

Liz: Prescott. Do you have any leads?

Samar: The lead on Prescott, Warren casualty,

it has no physical address. Only a P.O. Box.

Reddington said it's a front company Prescott uses

to hide his clients and launder his funds.

Well, the address was a bust,

but the corporate tax returns tell a different story.

See, in the last three years,

the company's reported $17 million

in earnings from various sources including...

Banish capital, an investment firm owned by one Jay-Jay brickman.

The football player?

(Phone dialing)

Reddington, I think we found a way for you to get to Prescott.

Jay-Jay: Check it out, check it out, check it out.

We're gonna have an aquarium behind the bar.

7,000 gallons or somethin'. Crazy-big.

For fish? No, not for fish. For the ladies.

(Laughs) We're gonna have 'em done up like mermaids...

Reddington: Mermaids? Really? ...Swimmin' around.

You're not in Miami anymore.

Jay-Jay: Who the hell are you?

Someone who knows better than to mix

themes in an entertainment venue.

(Scoffs)

Get this chump outta here.

(Man groaning)

What do you want?

Oh, that's a long list.

But at the moment, I'll settle for Henry Prescott.

Doesn't ring a bell. Let me ring it for you.

A few months ago, you were tweaking on

whatever you were tweaking on at that nightclub in Vegas

and inadvertently discharged your handgun

in the general direction of a crowded dance floor,

sending a Belgian tourist to the emergency room.

Henry Prescott was the man who made that all go away.

Let go of my friend, please.

Now, if I knew the man you were talking about

and I'm not saying I do,

I'd only call him if I had a problem.

Like a real problem. (Laughs)

Yes.

(Groaning) There. There's a problem.

Your drug dealer's bleeding out on the floor

in your VIP room of your new night club.

With the "Morals Clause" in your new contract,

you won't collect a penny. (Man groaning)

Henry Prescott.

Call him.

(Knocking)

Clerk: A moment.

(Banging on glass)

(Sighs)

Wow.

This is pretty Jurassic.

I was told it was still here.

Guess it should be here then.

Just go on right over there.

4-7-5-6-8-2-6-B.

Knock yourself out.

(Door opens and closes)

Jay-Jay: I did the best I could.

I don't know how long he's gonna last.

I hear, like, these little gurgling noises when he breathes.

Prescott: You did fine, Jay-Jay.

(Man groaning)

Prescott: I'm going to transport your associate to a private clinic.

But first you need to tell me what happened here.

Reddington: I happened.

Who's this? Look, I don't even know.

Came here looking for you.

Next thing I know, he's shooting up the place.

You confirmed you were my client to a stranger?

The man has a gun in his hand.

Hell yeah, I confirmed.

My apologies for the forced introduction, Mr. Prescott,

but I require some information.

On November 19th, 2015,

your services were engaged to pick up a package in Dupont circle.

I need you to tell me the exact disposition of that package.

I don't need to tell you anything.

Oh, come now.

If you don't give me the information I've requested,

it'll all be over.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

I don't have to.

To be effective, people like you must operate from the shadows.

Anonymity and discretion

are your stock and trade,

and I'm about to make you famous.

Once you, Jay-Jay and gunshot wound here,

make the headlines tomorrow, your phone will never ring again.

Or you can tell me what I need to know.

Where is the package?

This is a mistake.

Elise: Hey, you'll be fine.

All you have to do is answer their questions.

If you don't, you'll be held in contempt.

You'll go to prison.

Agent Mojtabai.

You're up.

Aram: Uh, I do.

Ausa: Sir, please state your name and occupation for the grand jury.

Um...

Aram Mojtabai and I'm an FBI agent.

Ausa: You're an agent with a task force

created to work with a criminal informant

named Raymond Reddington?

Yeah.

I'm not really supposed to talk about my work.

We've heard testimony that

your task force has allowed Reddington

to commit violent crimes and done nothing to stop it.

Stop Mr. Reddington?

Well, if you knew him, you'd know that

that's basically impossible.

I see. So you knew he was continuing to commit crimes

while serving as your informant... I didn't say that.

You just weren't able to control them.

Aram: No. That's not accurate, what you're saying.

Ausa: Newton Phillips. Alistair Pitt. Milos Pavel Kinsky aka Berlin.

Diane Fowler.

These are all people Reddington murdered

while working with you? Correct?

Agent Mojtabai. The grand jury has subpoenaed your testimony.

You have immunity.

Nothing you say can incriminate you,

so you can be compelled to answer.

It's okay, you know what? Fine.

I am proud of the work we do with Mr. Reddington.

Yeah, I'm proud of it. You heard me.

Yes, his world is absolutely terrifying.

But it exists. Ausa: We're done here.

Agent Mojtabai, you are excused.

Aram: And the only reason we know that

is because Mr. Reddington... Agent Gale.

...helps us take down... Hold agent Mojtabai.

...the very worst people in it.

Secure a warrant for his arrest.

Gale: Get up! Okay, okay, fine.

Do you know how we have to do that?

We have to make choices. Write that down. (Handcuffs clicking)

You want to put us on trial? Give us a trial.

Let us have a chance to present a defense.

We'll see what happens then. I told you this was a mistake.

Is that Prescott? Yes.

He has something I think you'll find of particular interest.

Mr. Prescott, my associate, frank sturgeon.

I'll need him to confirm the findings.

It's organized by date.

(Door opens)

Ressler: What is this place?

Reddington: A depository of sorts.

Prescott's insurance policies.

We're looking for 11/19/15.

You'll want these.

And here we are.

Ressler: Is this of particular interest to me?

I'm certain of it.

Ready?

(Metal clanking)

Dive in.

Mother of god!

Congratulations, Donald. Your hunt for Reven Wright is over.

Please tell me you're here to get him out.

I can't do that. No one can.

He'll remain here until he agrees

to testify, which he will never do.

Oh, come on. There's got to be something...

You're a smart girl, Janet. You saw an opportunity and you took it.

Can we please just focus on Aram?

I'm doing that. That's why I'm here.

To tell him the truth about you.

About me?

What did you get for giving him up?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I got a warrant for your car's navigation system

to see where you've been.

And guess what, you've been here, at the courthouse

on the same days the grand jury was in session.

I was subpoenaed to testify.

I didn't tell Aram because I wasn't allowed to.

Aram wasn't allowed to, either. And yet he told us.

They told me if I cooperated,

they would expunge my criminal record.

It was a second chance I couldn't pass up.

Can you honestly tell me you would have done differently?

Yes, I can.

Hey.

You did the right thing.

I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but you did.

I'm totally freaking out in here.

And I'm half-Muslim, which is definitely not a plus.

I'm sorry. What can I do?

Uh, nothing. It's...

Thank you. It's fine.

What is it?

Look, Janet's been amazing.

I know you hate her, which is why I didn't want to say anything,

but the fact is I'm barely hanging on

in here and if it wasn't for her...

Not that it even matters because Mr. Kaplan

is going to testify tomorrow afternoon,

and when she does, there's...

There's nothing I can do to protect you.

Reddington has a lead.

An angle he thinks might get you out of here.

Is that what you came to tell me? Yeah, that was it.

What Reddington's doing.

And I fed your turtle.

Really?

That's...

That's incredibly thoughtful.

Hang in there, okay?

I'm sorry, Katarina.

(Knocking on door)

(Door opens)

Liz: You wanted to see me?

(Door closes)

I know it's hard to believe, but I was a golden boy once,

fresh out of the Navy,

youngest agent ever appointed to the Pentagon's

combined investigation and intelligence task force.

At the time, Reddington was stationed overseas

working counter-intelligence.

You worked together.

He was shadowing a Russian operative code-named Seaduke.

So that's why he surrendered to you.

Seaduke made Reddington,

dispatched a team of Spetsnaz to abduct him.

For ten days they tortured him

until he was rescued by an FBI-seal joint task force.

I was working lead on the agency's side.

My job was to secure the physical evidence

in the event that Seaduke was captured and prosecuted.

I'm sorry... um...

Why are you telling me this?

Because I meant what I said.

I'm angry that you still don't know

why Reddington walked into your life.

The blood on this shirt from Raymond Reddington

has been sealed in an evidence locker for over three decades.

I procured a sample and submitted it for a DNA profile.

Yours is already on file.

Procured a sample of Reddington's blood?

From evidence?

That's tampering. Yes.

And I should've done it the day he surrendered.

I submitted the sample and your profile to a private lab.

They'll have the results within 24 hours,

so you'll finally know whether or not

Raymond Reddington is your father.

Medical examiner: Female victim. Apparent cause of death,

mid-range gunshot wound.

No stippling present.

The body appears to have been preserved

through full immersion in a formaldehyde-phenol bath.

Ah, the straw in the wind.

Ballistics will match this to a weapon of Hitchin's.

Yes. Proving her guilt.

You get Prescott, he gives us Reven Wright.

Her body gives us that bullet, that bullet gets us Hitchin

who has the power to derail a grand jury.

If we provide her with the proper motivation.

I'm sorry, Donald.

I know you've been longing to prove Hitchin's guilt.

But the only way to survive

now that you finally have that proof, is to trade it away.

(Scoffs)

You know how I knew Hitchin was the killer?

Tommy Markin.

He was the man who killed my father and got away with it.

Told Reven that story,

told her that's the reason why I became a cop,

to prevent other Tommy Markins from getting away with murder.

She was the only one I told.

And then, she's killed and Hitchin

asks me to look into a suspect.

Tommy Markin, the man who got away.

It was like Reven was sending me a message through her killer

begging me to solve this case.

Cooper: And we have, but Reddington's right.

We either we all go free or we all go to jail.

(Woman announcing indistinctly on pa)

(Cell phone ringing)

Elizabeth.

Liz: Mr. Kaplan.

Please don't do this.

Raymond has left me no choice.

Let's meet. Just you and me.

I can no longer trust you.

Yeah.

But I have every reason to trust you.

Well, if it isn't America's most wanted and deputy dawg.

I thought you were on administrative leave,

not cavorting with criminals.

Donald doesn't cavort.

In fact, I think you'll find our little meeting today

rather serious in tone.

Laurel: Is that right?

Say something, agent Ressler, you don't look well.

There's a federal grand jury

investigating whether Donald and his task force

have been enabling me to continue to commit crimes.

My. Sounds like a problem.

It seems inevitable that my immunity agreement will be revoked

and the members of the task force will be indicted forthwith.

Well, jeez, fellas.

I am so sorry to hear that.

Fortunately for us, our problem is your problem.

Yeah? And why is that?

I can't do this. Reddington: (Stutters) Uh-uh-uh...

As you can see, Laurel, Donald's upset.

And what has him wound tighter than a two-dollar watch?

His impending indictment? No.

It's this.

A slug the medical examiner just

pulled out of Reven Wright's body.

You and I both know ballistics will match it

to the glock 19 in your nightstand.

As I understand,

agent Ressler has a team standing by as we speak

ready to enter your home and seize the firearm.

(Laurel chuckles)

You're bluffing.

Tragically, Reven Wright's body was never found.

Until today.

Until Henry Prescott, the cleaner that you hired

to dispose of Reven's body like a piece of garbage,

took us right to her.

Reddington: Let's give Prescott a call, so you can hear for yourself.

With that bullet, Donald finally has what he's been looking for

since the day you killed Reven.

Irrefutable proof.

I'm listening.

We hand over the slug

and you make the grand jury go away.

(Scoffs)

That's not easy.

I see.

Then we've wasted your time and ours.

I do wonder what else Donald's men will find

in your nightstand.

Are you a vibrator kind of gal, Laurel? We'll see.

If I do this,

you don't mention me and Reven Wright in the same sentence again.

Say it. Deal.

Not you. Him.

Boy scouts don't give up their merit badges easily.

How do I know you're gonna hold up your end?

I give you my word.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Siren wailing)

Man: Mr. Kaplan would like to see you.

Ms. Hitchin, what are you doing here?

The question, Lindsay, is what the hell are you doing here?

Conducting a grand jury investigation.

You're investigating the FBI's relationship

with Raymond Reddington, here?

What the hell are you thinking? Do you have...

Who is this? I'm special agent Julian Gale.

Are you? Well, you may not be for long, agent Gale.

Reddington's supposed deal with the FBI

is a matter of national security.

The testimony you're taking touches on highly sensitive matters

that go way beyond what anyone in this room

should be hearing, including the two of you.

Is that so? Because... This investigation is over.

By executive authority. Sorry.

I want this case closed and the records expunged.

Make sure you get the court reporter's transcription

and any exhibits... Gale: What's he got on you?

Must be good.

Excuse me? So it's true?

Reddington can corrupt just about anybody, huh.

Keep talking, agent Gale. Please.

Your entire career is not over just yet.

Make sure you destroy what little you have left.

(Cell phone ringing)

Kaplan.

The grand jury's investigation was just closed.

Like the whole damn case? It was withdrawn.

Withdrawn? Yes.

Withdrawn by National Security Advisor Laurel Hitchin.

It's a cover-up.

What about my immunity agreement?

It's gone.

The deal was you testify, then you get immunity.

Now that that's off the table...

(Cell phone beeps)

(Cell phone ringing)

Yes, ma'am?

Hands on the wheel.

Julian!

It's been a long time.

You look fit!

Jumping Jacks?

Hitchin.

You got to her.

When was the last time you and I saw each other?

London?

No, Cape Town?

No, that's not right.

(Chuckles) Don't tell me, it'll come.

Ah.

How?

Did you bribe her?

As a matter of fact, I did.

Ugh. Anyhoo, Mr. Kaplan.

I need to know how to reach her. Yeah.

Good luck with that.

She uses burner phones.

You must have her latest number.

So what are you gonna do?

Kill me? No.

I'm going to take your phone.

Ho Chi Minh City! That's it.

I got away from you aboard that catfish trawler

on the Saigon river.

My god, the humidity!

But fun times indeed.

More to come, agent Gale.

More to come.

Hitchin did it, we're in the clear.

Which means so is she. And Aram?

He was found in contempt of a grand jury that no longer exists.

Where is Keen? She needs to hear this. (Cell phone ringing)

Your plan worked.

I'm going to give you a cell phone number.

I need you to trace.

Did you hear me? We're in the clear.

I haven't been able to reach Elizabeth.

Is she there? No.

Who's the number for? It's Kaplan's burner.

If we find it, we find her. And, I think, agent Keen.

She doubted my plan, Harold.

I believe she has another one in mind.

A direct appeal to Kaplan.

Reddington: Who was relying on the grand jury to separate us.

I fear Kaplan's backup plan may be more extreme.

Cooper: The number. Give it to me.

Mr. Kaplan?

Hello?

Are you okay?

(Seagulls squawking)

I swore an oath to your mother I would protect you with my life.

I fear I've failed you.

What are you talking about?

We're at the end now and I'm...

Lost.

Tired.

I don't know how to keep you safe.

You don't have to keep me safe.

This could be over.

It could stop.

Masha, I can show you the truth.

What truth?

If you want to know why he came into your life...

You're scaring me.

I can take you. We can go together.

But it has to be your choice.

Cooper: We have a location.

Virginia state highway 501, just south of Brookneal.

We're rolling out.

We need to take 501 north.

We're closer. Keep us updated.

Liz: Kate?

Where are we going?

I loved Raymond.

And your mother.

I loved her, too.

This secret...

What Reddington is hiding from me...

I think I know...

(Tires screeching)

(Cocks gun)

Mr. Kaplan: Elizabeth, if you get out of the car, you choose Raymond.

If you stay, you choose the truth.

Baz: Kate, get out of the car.

(Seat belt clicking)

(Car door opens)

Turn the engine off, Kate.

Baz.

Please, Kate. Turn it off.

Get out of the car.

(Tires screeching)

(Gunshots)

Liz: Baz. Oh, my god.

I need an ambulance.

I'm at 501.

(Siren wailing)

(Brakes squealing)

Hello, Kate.

Raymond.

Clever use of Laurel Hitchin to commandeer the grand jury.

A critical oversight on my part.

You're so focused on destroying me

you're willing to hurt one of the few people you've ever loved.

You're right.

I was so focused on you

I didn't see that getting you away from her is unnecessary.

All I have to do is give her the truth.

I don't know what that means.

Our secret at Tansi farms.

What have you done?

I have it, Raymond.

I went there and I dug it up and I'm going to give it to her.

(Siren chirping)

I need a perimeter at the one mile mark

and patrol boats on the water.

All communications go through the bureau command

which we're establishing on the east end of the bridge.

Look around you, Kate. It's over.

Do you honestly believe I didn't consider this moment?

Anticipate the possibility of prison?

I don't see what choice you have.

I made a promise to Elizabeth's mother

to protect her girl at all costs

and I can't do that from a cell.

Which is why I have a contingency plan.

Isn't that what you taught me, Raymond?

Always make contingencies.

Are you okay? You're not hurt?

Yeah, I'm fine. We got to get out there.

Absolutely not. No, we can't wait.

We got to help her. Reddington's going to kill her.

We both know why you're here.

To finish what you couldn't months ago.

To put a bullet in my head.

That's the moment I've anticipated.

Shoot me dead.

And when you do, my confidante will be alerted

and Elizabeth will be given our secret

from Tansi farms.

There's one flaw in your plan, Kate.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I never should have pulled that trigger in the first place

and I certainly won't now.

Not again.

I'm not going to prison, Raymond.

Pull the trigger.

Release the truth.

I won't. Then I will.

I loved you, Raymond.

Kate!

Liz: No!

(Mellow music playing)

(Splashing)

I'm so sorry.

I didn't think I had a choice.

They said they were gonna revoke my immunity agreement

if I didn't cooperate. They threatened me so I...

I gave you up.

I'm sorry, you what?

When I testified before the grand jury...

Hang on, didn't Samar tell you?

Laurel: I asked Harold if he would mind

if I delivered this to you personally.

I wanted you to know how much I respect your dedication.

I also want to make sure you understand your place

in this marriage.

You do what I want, when I want it.

Yeah, that's not going to happen.

That's exactly what's gonna happen.

Hey, you don't pee standing up in my house, Donald.

Stop!

(Thud)

(Door opens)

Have a moment? Yeah.

I'll give you some privacy.

I ran his DNA two weeks after we met.

We were undercover in Montreal having dinner.

He said that everything I thought I knew about myself was a lie.

It was intimate and weird.

And when he thought we were made, he snuck out the back.

And I palmed his scotch glass.

But when the envelope came back,

I was scared it would confirm the devil was my father.

I didn't look at it.

I threw it away.

Elizabeth, I'm sorry, if you don't want to know...

Mr. Kaplan was my nanny.

Somehow I'm not surprised.

She loved you so much.

And now she's gone.

Just like Sam.

And my mom.

And everyone who knew me best.

Who knew the answers about

who I was, where I came from.

(Sighs)

I hope you get the answer you're looking for.

(Door closes)

Agent Mojtabai.

It's good to have you back. Welcome.

Thank you, sir. That means a lot.

You got out.

When you came to see me in jail,

why didn't you tell me Janet was the reason I was in there?

Because, I saw that she was making you happy.

You seemed...

(Soft music playing)

(Door opens)

Prescott: You should be going, Mr. Sturgeon.

(Door closes)

(Knocking on door)

You lied to me.

The day we met, you asked how I got my scar.

I told you my father gave it to me.

But you knew that already, didn't you?

What was that you said?

A father who was a career criminal,

and a mother who died of weakness and shame.

Why didn't you just tell me who you were?

Why keep it a secret?

Come into my life, give up everything,

go broke trying to protect me and not...

Tell me you're my father?

Broke is such a harsh word. I prefer illiquid.

What was so awful

that you withheld the answer to a question

I've been wondering my entire life?

Were you afraid I'd turn out like you?

Because, guess what?

I am like you.

All those times you asked me to think like a criminal,

was it a test to see how naturally it came to me?

Because it did come naturally.

And that terrifies me.

Elizabeth, if you need to walk away...

Walk away?

Are you serious?

How can you be so smart and so clueless?

Yes, I'm terrified, I'm angry.

I'm angry at you, at who I am, at the fact that I want to help you

despite everything you've done to me and to yourself.

But anger and fear and...

A certain amount of hatred...

Are all normal in a family.

And that's what we are.

And I'm not gonna walk away from that.

Dembe: You didn't deny it.

Reddington: I didn't.

Dembe: And she thinks that's Kate's secret?

Yes.

So she doesn't know about the suitcase?

Not yet.

It is gone.

Raymond...

I'm not sure Elizabeth will ever be ready to learn

about what you did to Katarina.

We've got to find that goddamn suitcase.

(Cell phone ringing)

(Beeps)

Hey.

I got it.

Mr. Kaplan's instructions were very specific.

I'm on my way.

(Music playing)