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Do you smell that?

Sewer line.

Would you be so kind
to reach out to facilities?

I'd like to put in a repair request.

Yeah.

No, no. Please stay.

I'm happy for the company.

Raymond Reddington.

Awaiting trial.

Right. For treason.

And like 200 murders.

Such hyperbole.

I don't know whether to be flattered
or horrified.

- What's your name?
- Jones.

- Vontae Jones.
- Hello, Vontae.

Nice to meet you.
Is it true they put you in the Bunker?

"The Bunker." Is that what they call it?

I've wanted a home with a name.

So much more evocative
than a simple address.

Fallingwater,
the Dibble House, Sinking Spring Farm.

The Bunker compares rather favorably

to a Malagasy cave
I once had the misfortune of inhabiting.

- Don't know what you're talking about.
- The Bunker.

Warden left it for troublemakers.

Smells like a dung hole.

Who's the warden speaking with?

They call him Quantum.

Ever need a hit, he's your guy.

And if my tastes run in other directions?

Burrito Man over here,
do you a roll for a deuce of meat sticks

and a bag of chips.

And Waxer, face tats,

he can fix you up
with smokes, cigars, candy.

He sometimes even gets
cinnamon toothpicks.

I love cinnamon toothpicks.

Yoked dude's Baldomero.
They call him the Teflon Con

because he's been killing
and thieving for years.

Awaiting trial
for knocking over a Brinks truck.

- Killed both guards
- I'm familiar with the incident.

Long time.

It's gonna be good having you here.

Maybe we could settle up,
get square for Iztapalapa.

That's not your lunch meat.

I'm cool with a mustard sandwich.
Leave it.

Easy, easy, easy.

You must not have heard what I said.
I said that wasn't yours.

He's just a kid.

Maybe you can cut him some slack.

Just a thought.

I'll feed you my lunch meat tonight,
old man.

Gobble, gobble.

This ain't Mexico City.

You got no muscle, no weapon.

All you got is that mouth,

and God knows it can run,
but it can't run in here.

If you so much as look
at Vontae's pimento loaf again,

you'll end up with your teeth
sticking out of your head

and sipping your dinner
through a bendy straw.

Enough.

Boys, I said enough.

Mr. Reddington, I don't believe
we've had a chance to meet.

My name is Warden Macatee.
Welcome to Colton.

Think you're gonna like it here.

So far, so good.

Who did this?

An old acquaintance.

I can't believe this.

Getting caught after 30 years?

Odds were I'd be caught after three.

It's no one's fault, least of all yours.

Besides, I welcome the vim and vigor
of prison life, the law of the jungle.

I am the lion, after all.

You don't look like one.

I need to talk to the warden,
get you out of general population.

That's a terrible idea.

Okay, then since you insist
on representing yourself...

Also a terrible idea.

...why not petition the court
for protective custody?

Elizabeth, I'm the one who petitioned
to be put into the general population.

I need to be treated
like the criminal I am.

Anything that may hint at involvement

with your task force
is a liability I cannot afford.

That's quite a balancing act.

While you're getting
your butt kicked as a criminal,

you also have to demonstrate
to the judge your value as an asset.

Which is why I need you
to get Rod and Delaine Uhlman.

You have a case?

It's time to go to work.

Rod and Delaine Uhlman,
married, no children,

long-time members
of the Methodist church,

and owners of Kwik Money
Gun & Pawn in Cherry Hill.

It's an unassuming shop
that specializes in fronting

massive amounts of cash to criminals in
exchange for high-value, ill-gotten gains.

How does it work?
Like a regular pawnshop?

Yes, if you fail to reclaim your collateral,
the pawnbrokers will resell it.

A friend told me to come see...

Said you had a first edition
of Treasure Island.

Sure. I've got it in the back.
It's in perfect condition. Follow me.

Makes sense,
can't go to a bank to finance crime,

might as well go to grandma
and grandpa for a loan.

They're so cute.

They remind me of this couple that used
to babysit me in Delaware, the Gambalas.

Rita. Rita. She used to make
these oatmeal cookies that...

Sorry. That's irrelevant.

These cuties facilitated
international crimes,

including the poisoning
of a former Russian intelligence officer,

the raid of a transport vessel
off the coast of Peru

and a casino heist
that left eight dead in Monaco.

As enchanting as they may seem,
they have made possible

some very real and deadly crimes.

And Reddington believes this will, what,

demonstrate his value
while incarcerated?

Reddington's probably
paying off the judge.

- He's fine.
- He's not fine.

You didn't see him. He's been hurt.

I've never seen him like that before.

Ressler, Keen,
I want you on that storefront.

Coordinate with Aram
to run the background

of anyone who enters into their shop.

A client will raise a red flag,
I want us there when they do.

- Aram, we've got another.
- We're uploading it now.

Got it. Got a license-plate number

or any other details?

- No, the photo's gonna have to do.
- Give me a little time.

That's, what,
six customers in five hours?

We'll be here for weeks.

Can I ask you something?

- You really worried about Reddington?
- I am.

He looked...

weak.

He's fine. He can handle himself.

Out in the world, yeah, but prison?

It's different.

Sorry. Give me a minute.

- It's not a good time.
- I got a message from my friend Buck.

What'd he say?

He's done what he can

to decrypt Reddington's file
from the surgeon.

I told him to come to your place.

I'm at work. I can't.

Liz, you have to.
This could be the break we've hoped for.

All right.

I'll figure something out.

Aram, she's back. Say that again.

You ID the woman?

No, not the woman.

The kid with the red backpack
from this morning, Tom Hardekopf.

The MIT grad working at a tech firm?

Except he's not just an
MIT grad working at a tech firm.

Turns out he also has a TSSCI-level
clearance with the U.S. government.

Does his firm
have a government contract?

Yeah, with the NSA.

Send us everything you can.
Cell records, financials.

We'll reach out to the NSA.

- I can't.
- Why not?

That was the warden at Colton.

I've been hounding him
about putting Reddington in a safer wing.

He agreed to meet, so I gotta do this.

- It's important.
- Okay.

I'll look into Hardekopf,
see what's going on.

Gentlemen, this is Mr. Hardekopf.

He's been vetted
and has made a buy-in of $200,000.

Have a seat.

Okay.

Let's make some money.

Mr. Reddington,
you and me, we got a situation.

I've been trying to free
this ornery thread for nearly an hour.

- Whatever that is, it's gotta wait.
- I got a hold on the rascal.

- Are you listening?
- Damnit.

Baldomero's gonna kill you.

Said he wants to finish what he started,
get even for Iztapalapa.

- He's stuck on that?
- He's telling everyone.

Says he and his dogs
are gonna jump you during yard time.

- Day after tomorrow.
- Day after?

What's wrong with tomorrow?

Man's got woodshop.

Oh, come on.

It's like high school fisticuffs.

Are you hearing me?

This is serious, man. It's no time
to mess around with bedsheets.

We gotta get you a weapon,
give you a chance.

Maybe you could find me a pen.

There you go. That's good. Make a shiv.

I'm gonna find you a pen.

Vontae, one other thing:

I wonder if you'd be willing to find out
who's playing that music.

I hear music, I'm certain that's a record.

If someone has a phonograph,

I would love to borrow, rent or buy it.

Okay.

Sophia Quayle,
Agents Ressler and Navabi.

Miss Quayle directs Cryptologic
Exploitation Services for the NSA.

- You're a code breaker?
- Is that what Hardekopf pawned, codes?

Hardekopf was working on developing
a decryption algorithm.

One that may now be operational.

An algorithm to decrypt what?

In recent years,
there's been an unprecedented number

of breaches by Chinese intelligence.

We'd hoped that the cypher
would allow us to decrypt

Chinese diplomatic cables
sent to Beijing from their embassy in D.C.

Accessing that would help us
to identify the source of the leak.

And the names of any Americans

who may have been turned
by the Chinese.

As well as what intel
the traitors provided.

This is
a once-in-a-decade breakthrough.

And now you're telling me
that it's in the hands of,

what, some pawnbroker?

Our source says that there is honor
among these thieves.

Clients have 30 days to reclaim items.
After that, they're put up for sale.

For the moment, the codes are safe.

All in.

We spent four years
working to break this code.

If word of this leaks out,
the Chinese will change their encryption.

- We'll be back at square one.
- Any idea why Hardekopf did it?

I don't know or care.

We went through his desk.

A hard drive is missing.
You need to get it back.

Sorry. I tried everything.

But you're supposed to be this genius.

The information on the drive
wasn't just deleted.

It was erased from unallocated portions...

Well, then reallocate it, undelete it.

What my sister is trying to say
is thanks for trying.

- I'm sorry
- I think you should go.

This mean I'm not invited
to the Beyoncé concert?

Go.

All of these patient files,

everybody who got
reconstructive surgery

- from Dr. Koehler...
- Jen.

There must be a way
to connect one to Reddington.

- It's done.
- Somebody from the O.R.,

somebody who was there
when he went...

He won.

How can you accept that?

I don't.

But I'm not gonna let it
or him control my life.

Besides, it wasn't all for nothing.

If it weren't for Reddington's secret,
we wouldn't have each other.

It's not enough.

I think it has to be.

Hey.

I found it.

Yo, this wasn't easy.
I had to bribe the librarian.

Said I was homesick
and needed to drop my mom a note.

- You know how that makes me look?
- Like a good son.

- Be proud.
- Tell me what's up with this string thing.

Did you bring the meat?

Oh, perfect. Right there.

I'm busting my butt to get you a weapon
and you're playing with string like a cat.

I found myself
with something of a rodent situation.

Baldomero's gonna plant you
in the ground

and if he kills you,
he'll certainly kill me.

Vontae, might I offer you
a bit of unsolicited advice?

No.

Fear is a liar.

It activates the enemy.

All we can do is what we can do,

and right now, what you can do...

is help me tie more of this string.

Careful. It tangles easily.

I need the drive back.

Of course. It's yours.

All we need is the loan plus interest.

I don't have it.

Tell us about your precautions
to get here.

- Did you switch cars as instructed?
- I had a debt from gambling.

I had a way out,
it didn't work the way I thought...

You pawned classified intel
to try to win back a gambling debt?

- I need the drive.
- You can't just have it.

The intel I gave you can never come out.
It would be committing treason.

You've got 30 days
to make sure that doesn't happen.

I lost the money.

I was one card away
and I lost everything.

Give me the drive, I'll find a way to pay.

- Tell me about the cars.
- Why do you keep asking about the cars?

In our experience,
clients in your situation

tend to draw attention to themselves,
attention we can't afford.

I wasn't followed, okay?

We're alone.

Which means we're gonna come
to a new understanding.

Yes. I believe we are.

I'll get the fuel.

It's Hardekopf.

We got witnesses? Forensics?

None, and if there were any forensics,
the liquid hydrogen burned them away.

We had a team on the pawnbrokers.
They lost them. Now we know why.

As long as Hardekopf was alive,

we had 30 days
until our intel hit the open market.

Looks like our time just ran out.

That's it.

Come on. You can do it.

Hello there, little fella.

We've got a lot of work to do.

- There's a spot.
- What?

Mr. Reddington, no.

- No.
- Greetings, gentlemen.

Please don't get up. I come in peace.

I've heard rumblings on the wire

that you're planning
some sort of schoolyard ambush,

and I thought it prudent to see
if we can work things out over a meal.

Break bread, settle our differences.

Pimento loaf isn't really my thing.

In fact, when I get out of here,
my first stop

will be Augustine in Manhattan
for a simple omelet.

What about you?

I'll be at the Blue Lounge
in Armistead...

toasting your grave.

You must be the one with that
record collection I envy dearly.

Yeah? I also got the blade
that'll carve you like a pumpkin.

Jack-o'-lantern.

A pumpkin is a gourd.
A jack-o'-lantern is the carved pumpkin.

It doesn't matter.
I knew what you meant.

I still envy your record collection.

Baldomero, what do you say
we call this thing off?

What happened in Iztapalapa
was a mistake.

I regret it dearly,
and I had no idea she was your mother.

You were in my bed.

There was a picture of me
on the nightstand.

Okay, in our defense,
it was incredibly dark,

and we'd been drinking heavily.

Honestly, I regret the entire weekend.

Of course, don't tell your mother.

I'm gonna gut you like a fish.

The guards have been paid off,
I got 20 minutes with you,

and I won't need 10
to take out you and the boy.

A Romani fortune teller once gave me

an astonishingly accurate
peek into my future,

and I'm gonna do the same for you.

You and I are never gonna
see each other again after tomorrow,

but when you do
walk out of this calaboose,

I promise you this,
within 24 hours of your release,

you'll be lying on the floor
with a blade in your belly,

gurgling my name and begging to die.

Okay, then. Good talk.

Get some rest, fellas.
It's gonna be a big day.

Yo, what was that?
You trying to get us killed?

Please tell me
that was a part of some bigger plan.

The plan is a bit of a work in progress.

One person is dead,
classified intel is missing

and you don't want us
to arrest the pawnbrokers?

You have nothing
connecting them to Hardekopf's death.

And there's no way
they're gonna keep that drive on site.

Until you know where that drive is,

arresting them will guarantee
we never get it back.

With Hardekopf dead,
they're free to sell on the open market

as soon as they have a buyer.

- They have one.
- You have confirmation of that?

Well, I went to their website and noticed
they have a great deal on this.

4K ultra, super slim, 65-inch with...

Wait for it... a built-in camera
to video-chat with friends via Wi-Fi.

- Which we hacked into.
- You have eyes on the store?

Well, there's no audio,
but 10 minutes ago, we saw this.

We cross-checked his image
with the bureau's database

on foreign agents.
His name is Niu Quaing.

He's a member
of the Chinese intelligence service, MSS.

If the Chinese know what's on that drive,
they know the NSA hacked their codes.

- They'll change them.
- And years of work will be for nothing.

But the Chinese don't already know.

The pawnbrokers would never tell them,
and if they did,

the Chinese would change the codes,
the drive would be worthless,

which is the last thing
that the pawnbrokers want.

Now, if they're good at their job,
they'll tease them, bid the price up.

But until the Chinese buy that drive,
they won't know what they have.

- Meaning, we have to buy it first.
- I'm sorry.

You're expecting them
to sell us back our own intel?

Not us.

Mossad.

I risked my neck getting you a pen

and instead of making a shank,
you're writing a letter.

Vontae, any chance
you've heard of William Floyd Collins?

Collins?

- No. What's he in for?
- He's not an inmate.

He was a cave explorer in Kentucky
around the turn of the last century.

He explored Kentucky
because of the hundreds of miles

of interconnected underground caverns.

But in the winter of 1925,
while trying to find a new entrance

to Crystal Cave,
Collins became trapped

in a narrow crawlway
55 feet below ground.

But it's rumored that,
in order to find an escape,

Collins lit a candle, held it up,

and let the smoke draft
point him toward an exit.

Here. Hand me the rat.

You know, that's a cute story,
but this ain't no cave.

So, what's it got to do with us
getting killed?

If this little fella found his way in,
I bet he can find his way back out.

Like a draft of smoke or a carrier pigeon.

Some note on a rat?

Are you insane?

Ain't no message-in-a-bottle
nonsense gonna work.

Well, either way,
we'll likely be dead by Friday.

So long.

Bring us some luck,
William Floyd Collins.

Collins died in the cave.

Thirst and hunger
compounded by exposure,

hypothermia after 14 days in a cave.

Agent Navabi's transmitter is up.
She's approaching now.

We have eyes. She's on-site.

Ressler and Keen, hold your positions.
You only move in if we have a situation.

I don't like sending a Mossad agent
to acquire classified data.

- What are you worried about?
- Divided loyalties.

My instructions were clear.

Navabi knows to purchase that drive
and bring it to me directly.

- And the Mossad?
- It's a closed loop.

Only people who know
about this operation are you

and the members of this task force.
No one else, including the Mossad.

Delaine Uhlman?

You got something you wanna pawn?

No, you've got something I'd like to buy.

A hard drive
containing classified data for the NSA.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That's funny, because a few hours ago,

you agreed to sell it
to a member of the Chinese MSS.

- I'm here to outbid him.
- I'm sorry.

There must be some mistake.
This is a pawn shop...

That in the last two years,
has pawned everything

from anthrax to poppy fields
in Afghanistan.

I didn't catch your name.

Samar Navabi. I work with Mossad.

I'm here to pay you a lot of money
if you're smart enough to take it.

I don't like letting her go in
without a wire.

We can't risk her being searched.

She doesn't have any.

- What's that?
- Divided loyalties.

- We'll see.
- We don't have to see. We already know.

Index and middle finger.

Chinese fellow offered 2 million.

Well, if you'll take 2 million,
you'll surely take 4.

Hey, buddy.

What's going on?

What's this?

Yes, I know we had a sale,
but she's with me now.

Rod, don't back-talk.

Just get the pledge,
meet me at the place.

I'll explain later.

Where are we going?

In our business,
we have learned to take precautions.

We want to make sure
that we're not being watched.

Aram, we've got no movement.
You seeing anything in the store?

It looks like they moved to a back room.

I don't like this.

Well, for what it's worth,
you have quite the reputation.

Like they say, love what you do.

The Mossad knows what you do,
just not why you started.

Rod and I bought the store in '76.

We didn't have
any business sense at all.

I remember
if somebody came in to pawn a bicycle,

Rod would check
the registration number.

But then the '80s came, the downturn.

We almost lost the business.

We didn't really have any choice.

We had to take more collateral risk.

We have a problem.

Agent Navabi's transponder
started moving.

- Ressler, Keen.
- She hasn't left.

- Did you lose her?
- There must be a second exit.

I have her moving north
on Martin Luther King Boulevard.

- They gave us the slip.
- We're on the move.

Hey, it's me.

Put me through.

- We have a problem here.
- Yes, Harold Cooper.

We have a developing
situation in Baltimore,

I need you to scramble
unmarked units. Aram, location?

She turned east on Bentonhurst.
Approaching Colfax.

Ressler, Keen,
we're dispatching unmarks to you now.

Aram's gonna vector you
toward that vehicle.

Feel free to count it.

No, no. I'm... I'm good.

I don't understand.
Why are you giving me money?

Is this legal?

You found the note,
you called the number and I came.

You did nothing wrong.

There are many cameras here.
Maybe you should finish your work.

Yeah. Okay. Sure.

Thanks.

Thanks.

One day
you're pawning a Toshiba console...

the next, it's a stolen painting.

Shoot. Pretty soon, it's a block of C4.

I guess we got a reputation
for doing things a little differently.

Okay, the vector's currently showing
a location at Park Street.

Ressler, do you
have eyes on that vehicle?

Yeah, we tailed them
to a parking structure

at the corner of Park and 16th.

All right. DMV record shows
a '92 Buick Estate Wagon

registered to their business.

Keen, I've got a skeleton unit
on their way to you.

- Keen, you seeing this?
- On my way. West stairwell.

- Funds first. That's how it works.
- If I'm going to pay, I have to see it.

I said, funds first.

Account number there.
Wire transfer there.

Keen, building security
is sending me their feeds now,

it looks like you are in a civilian area.

Also, there is a van moving your way
from two stories above.

All units stand down till I can confirm
that Agent Navabi has that drive in hand.

Pleasure doing business with you.

- She's got the case.
- Breach. Go. Now. Breach.

FBI. Hands in the air.

Hands! Hands!

Agent Keen. Agent Keen. Watch out.

Delaine.

- We're under fire.
- What the hell's going on?

All units, we got an 11-54. Repeat.
Black van, 11-54.

Delaine.

I'll call 911.

Help. Please. God, help.

If you'd like to make a call, please...

- All units, 10-71. Officers down!
- If you'd like to make a call,

- I repeat, officers down!
- hang up and try again.

If you need help,
hang up and dial your operator.

Help is on the way.
It's going to be okay.

They must've found out
the drive was sold to the Israelis.

Maybe Uhlman told the Chinese
a new buyer was in the picture.

According to him, the Chinese don't know
what was on the drive.

Well, they knew enough
to know it was valuable.

Thank you.
Aram just ID'd the guy that I shot.

Suspected MSS agent
here on non-official cover.

- We need eyes on the airport.
- They don't need the airport.

They have to get to the embassy.

Arriving now.

Alert Beijing.

Hands. Show me your hands.

- Don't move.
- Excellent news.

Our agents were able
to intercept the Chinese.

We recovered the drive.

I have to admit, your task force,
whoever they are, they're good.

I'd trust any one of them with my life.

It still bothers me, though, the meeting.

- The meeting?
- The one sabotaged by the MSS.

How did the Chinese know?
Wasn't the pawnbrokers.

They'd already sold out to the Mossad,
and it wasn't Agent Navabi.

- Her loyalties are clear.
- Director Cooper,

you assured me
this op was a closed loop.

I also assured you I would deliver this drive
to you without accessing its contents.

I was unable
to accommodate your request.

If your team accessed data
from this drive...

We did. That Hardekopf kid,
he was pretty smart.

His algorithm worked.

Our analysts are sifting through
Chinese cables sent between Beijing

and their U.S. embassy.

It turns out the breach is extensive,
as is their network of informants.

Your name's all over the cables.

You argued against us
executing a warrant

to arrest the pawnbrokers.
You wanted to give the Chinese time

to get that disk before we could.

You told them about our op.

You were never assisting the FBI.
You're working for the Chinese.

You have no authority
to access this drive.

Any information you have is a breach.

- It'll never hold up in court.
- The less you say, the better.

Is he going to talk?

Not yet, but he will.

Told the Baltimore PD officer
on the car ride over

that he's got a warehouse
filled with illicit items

on Monument Street.

Everything from narcotics to stolen art

to military-grade weapons
to counterfeit currency.

So, what are you waiting for?

Trying to figure out
how to tell him his wife just died.

Yo, Mr. Reddington.

Hey, I've been thinking about this...

This thing, this dispute,
and how it all started over my lunch meat.

That's a lovely sentiment,

but I'm afraid this conflict
predates our acquaintance.

Just let me finish what I'm trying to say.
You had my back.

You had it like nobody ever has,

not my father, not my friends,
certainly none of these fools in here.

Nobody's ever given
two dumps about me.

But you did,
over some stupid pimento loaf.

So I want you to know

I got you out there, okay?

No matter what happens,
remember Vontae Jones got your back.

Thank you, Vontae.

Just don't get in the way
of anything sharp.

Over here, anciano.

Where's my record player?

You are one dumb son of a bitch.

Any last words?
I'm sure we'd all like to hear them.

Go ahead. You first.

My accomplishments are an open book,
but you, I don't know.

Coming clean
might be good for your soul.

- What's that mean?
- Well, surely your prison-yard playmates

would love to hear the truth.

That you're awaiting trial for and bragging
about a crime you didn't commit?

It's true, isn't it?
Don't get me wrong.

You deserve to be incarcerated
for any number of ungodly crimes,

but you didn't heist that armored truck.

How do you know he didn't?

I know because Ziggy Chapman
and his kid brother, Tip,

stole the rig
to pay off a debt they owed me.

I refused the cash, of course,
as it was unlaundered

and the boys were way too hot,
what with the dead guards.

The brothers had to pawn the damn truck
along with its contents.

- You talk too much.
- At least you're here telling lies

with your buddies
instead of on the street,

looking over your shoulder
for Anunzio Ross.

Why you did him dirty, I have no idea.

Anunzio has a long memory
and a passion for vengeance,

which is, presumably,
why you're not trying hard

to get out of here. Am I wrong?

That acrid scent
lingering in the air is bull feces.

The stench of a man who's in prison
for a crime he didn't commit

but takes credit for
because he's afraid of Anunzio Ross.

That's it.

We're done.

Break it up.

Your lucky day, Baldomero.

Yeah? Why's that?

Your lawyer's here.
Something about you getting out.

Well, what do you know?

I hope it was worth it.

I gave you the pawnbrokers.
I thought you'd be happy.

You gave us the pawnbrokers
knowing we would raid their warehouse

and find evidence that proves
Alfonse Baldomero was innocent

- of the crime he was being held for.
- Is that why he was released?

You know it is.

I know I did what I had to do to stay alive
to win my freedom.

You really think
you're gonna get out of here?

I assume
that was a rhetorical question.

I'm glad you're safe,

but now a criminal
is walking the streets.

That may be.

But life is often surprising.

And death is even more so.

Baldomero, congrats.

Good to have you back.

Baldomero, hey, good to see you out.

I don't know you.

But I know you.

Anunzio Ross says hello.

Hey, it's me.

Please tell Mr. Reddington thank you.

Mr. Ross is square with Baldomero.

I'll pass that along.

Heard old-man Ross
finally got square with Baldomero.

Ain't life a bitch?

Mr. Reddington.

Vega.

Look at you, bearing gifts.
Come in, come in.

That man is capable of anything.

He'll get
the immunity agreement upheld.

- It's only a matter of days before he's out.
- This should help.

- What is it?
- A big break.

Buck felt so bad he couldn't recover
Reddington's file

that he went back and tried again.

It's not the data, but it turns out
the file names were coded

using patient-intake dates.

October 3rd, 1991.

The date Reddington was admitted.

So you think if we find a surgery
on or around this date,

that patient might know something?

Klepper, Gerald Todd.

Visited Dr. Koehler in December of '91.
Two months after Reddington.

Maybe that's close enough.
They might've crossed paths.

You know him?

I don't.

But we're gonna find him.

Mr. Reddington.

Vontae, you look excited.

Well, Baldomero's cell is free and nice.

It's got a window.

Smells nice too.

I heard. I spoke with Officer Frye.

I think you'll be happier in there.

Wait. What about you?

I've grown rather fond
of my dark little corner.

Are you a fan of champagne, Vontae?

I don't really know.

Well, let's give it a shot.

To the small things in life.