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How long has it been
since we lost contact with the driver?

Eighteen hours.

Any chance we will
find the cargo intact?

That would take
incredible luck.

And the only time I have
ever been lucky in Alaska

was when I was bumped
from behind

at an ice bar in Fairbanks.

I stumbled into the arms
of a lovely Nordic princess.

Literally, she was
a princess in Norway.

We flew straight to her
castle outside Bergen

and watched the Northern
Lights till dawn.

Otherwise,
Alaska's shown me

all the mercy
of a Greek tragedy.

Strange.

According
to the tracker,

we should be right on
top of the containers.

Looks like it's time to cue
the Greek chorus, Dembe.

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Elodie lied about
not having a prenup.

And now that
her husband's dead,

she stands to
inherit millions.

The way you described
her husband's condition,

it sounds more like
a mercy killing.

Maybe, but he didn't have
a medical directive,

and she couldn't have know what
was going on inside of his head.

You mean like
dreams and memories.

Maybe even
a deep and abiding love

for his betrothed.

- Exactly.
- A love so deep

that he would have preferred
that Elodie end his life

so that she could
move on with hers.

If only he had
the power to tell her.

No. Wait.

Wait, what?

How can I help you, Aram?

I want to know if Elodie
killed her husband.

If she did,
I have to arrest her.

I'm definitely...
I'm definitely breaking up with her.

But I don't really know yet,
But I need to know, you know?

Need to know what?

Oh, um...

Whether Elodie
killed her husband.

And you want
Reddington's help?

Get a blood sample from the
body before it's buried,

and I'll have it tested,
no questions asked.

Or... Crazy idea...
You could let the police investigate.

I should go and let
the two of you do

whatever it is
you two do.

Do you know why
I'm preparing this salmon?

If this is about your libido, I'm...
I'm good.

W-Where are we?
Why are we here?

It's for a celebratory meal
when the case is solved.

And what case is that?

I've been robbed.
Trucks of mine have been stolen.

Precious cargo
has gone missing.

You want us
to find your trucks.

I found the trucks.

Sunk in a lake
in the Alaska Triangle.

Wait, the Triangle's real?

I don't want you
to find my trucks.

I want you to solve
one of life's great mysteries.

The Alaska Triangle.

A place where some people
go and never return.

Supposedly 16,000
in the last 50 years.

Okay.
That can't be true.

The question isn't whether
they've disappeared. It's why.

Find the people
who stole my trucks

and you may get the answer.

This is former U.S.
House Majority Leader Hale Boggs.

Now, in 1972,
his twin-engine Cessna vanished

somewhere between
Juneau and Anchorage.

The nation's largest
search-and-rescue mission

was mounted. The Coast Guard,
Civil Air Patrol, the Navy.

All scoured the area
for months,

but no trace of Boggs' plane
was ever found.

He was lost
in a section of the state

known as
the Alaska Triangle.

Like the
Bermuda Triangle?

- Yes, only real.
- What's real about it

is that an unusually large
number of people

do seem to disappear there.

And this connects
to Reddington how?

Four months ago,
he lost a shipment in the triangle.

He attached a GPS tracker to
the next one and found it here.

And he thinks
whoever put it there

may be behind
the Alaska Triangle myth.

What was on the truck?

He wouldn't say,
but some of it

has apparently
shown up in Italy.

He's on his way
to find out how.

What about the drivers?

Mr. Reddington thinks they
went down with the shipment.

- Do we have any leads?
- The container numbers.

They're marked on the roof for
the benefit of crane operators,

so I was able to pull them
from the photos.

Based on those numbers,

do we know where the cargo
was coming from?

Each truck
was carrying cargo

offloaded in
the Port of Anchorage.

Dispatching, routing,
tracking, transpo...

It's all coordinated
by the port manager.

I've heard enough.
Ressler, Keen,

I want you two
to interview the port manager.

Park, I want you
to set up a liaison

with your old field office.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Oh, and why not?

I'm not real popular
in Anchorage.

It's a good thing it's not
a popularity contest.

Someone really wants to talk to you.

My brother.

Oh, you never
talk about your brother.

Exactly.

Come in.

You and I
had an agreement.

I'm here on a case.

Our agreement was you
wouldn't be here at all.

I was sent here by Assistant
Director Harold Cooper.

This is his
authorization.

Liaison.
Computer access.

Underwater
search and rescue.

To recover
three semi-trucks.

Semi-trucks.
Under water.

I'm not here
to look for him.

You better not be,

because I won't protect you
if you do. Not again.

There was a problem
with the shipment.

There's something we didn't
expect to find with the cargo.

I wonder how much
you're worth.

That's the reason why Aram
wants to draw blood?

To see if Elodie
poisoned her husband?

It's why Reddington
wants him to.

I think he should
tell the police.

That's why your phone's
been blowing up.

Robby.

What's he done
this time?

Don't know,
and I don't want to know.

You can't just ignore him.
He's family.

Watch me.

Park?

I pulled the port records.

It appears the same
shift manager was on duty

when the cargo for all three
stolen trucks was offloaded.

Name's Maxwell Barrett.

All right,
we're on our way to the port now.

He's not at the port.
He's off today.

He's got a place in Wasilla.

3250 Sun Ridge Road.

I know what's inside
all them containers.

Four of those containers are currently
sitting at the bottom of a lake.

I talked to the police,

and I'll tell you
what I told them.

Accidents happen.

Oh, this was
no accident.

The cargo's missing,
along with the drivers.

Those trucks have
only one thing in common...

You cleared them
through the port.

You two think
I took them trucks?

Why?

To pay for my millionaire
mountain chalet?

This is a waste of time.

I don't know.
I don't like it.

The old man
can barely walk.

I mean, it's not like he's John Dillinger...

Ressler, check this out.

I'll call Park,
get a forensics team up here.

Maybe they can figure out who this
guy's been communicating with.

She is kind and nice.

He's in a better place.
And I...

I'm a total diphthong.

Hey, hey.
Uh, you want a ride?

I, uh, figured you wouldn't
want to do this alone.

The guy outside your place, he, um...
He looked so familiar.

He was a friend
of Charles.

He had so many,
and they all feel awful.

Of course. They, um...
They lost a friend.

All I feel is relief.

For him because
he's finally at peace

and for me because I get
to move on with my life.

With our life.

Picking a casket
is a big decision,

so while I, uh, hunt for a
bathroom, you take your time.

Charles is gonna have to
live with your choice

for, like, ever.

Oh.

Sorry about that. Sorry.

Charles.

My, uh, deepest
sympathies.

I, uh... I know
this is super awkward.

But I think this might be
in your best interest.

Quick stick.

Oh, God.

I got it.
I got the goods.

What goods
are those, Aram?

The sample,
the blood sample.

- I have it.
- Yes, of course.

I'll arrange pickup with
the lab tech for tonight.

The bike path
in Fort Slocum park.

- Midnight.
- A bike path.

At any rate, it's not
much of a bike path.

If you want
a real cycling adventure,

you should look into
the Cowboy Trail,

a defunct stretch
of rail line...

Aram?

Fort Slocum. Midnight.
Got to go. Got to go. Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah. Sorry.

Everything's...
Everything's fine.

Did you, uh...
Did you find a casket?

I did care about him,
you know.

I know it doesn't always
seem like it

because, well,
you make me so happy.

But, anyway, yes,

and I'm glad you made me
take the time to do it.

Charles deserved that.

We made a copy of the hard disks
from Maxwell Barrett's cabin.

We were able to trace
one of the downloads.

What are TEU values?

It's the insured value
of each cargo container.

The highest one
on the list there

is over $14 million
in German pharmaceuticals.

- Could be the next target.
- I'll contact the carrier.

How were you able to locate the
missing trucks in the first place?

- We can't tell you that.
- I wasn't asking you.

Look, we're just here
to do a job and go home.

Is that gonna be a problem?

That's up to Alina.

You getting chilly yet?

You think you might
want to start talking

in exchange
for some clothes?

I t-told you what I know.

Edward Lussier.
Night security at Prudhoe Bay.

But what
you didn't tell me

is why you were all trussed up
in the back of a trailer

full of smuggled goods.

I was t-taken.
M-M-Middle of the night.

Please, I-I don't know why...

Well, you're worth
something to somebody,

and you better figure out what
before you freeze to death.

If we want to find them,

the pharmaceuticals
may be an opportunity.

An opportunity how?

What if we let the
shipment go as scheduled.

Allow them to steal it.

You want to catch them
in the act.

We're the FBI.
We're supposed to stop crimes,

not facilitate them.

That being said, uh,
what exactly are you suggesting?

That 40-foot of
pharmaceuticals is offloaded.

Should be on the road
within two hours.

I'm gonna give you
some alone time

so you can reflect
on your self-worth.

Wait!

I-I told you
everything I know!

Please, y-y-you can't
leave me in here!

I'm gonna...
I'm gonna freeze to death!

- Buongiorno!
- Don Reddington!

Signore Rossi.

Look at you.

Oh, how are you, friend?

Living la dolce vita.

And what brings you to my
little corner of paradise?

- My nose, of course.
- Oh, of course.

Word has it
you've formulated

a new fragrance
with musky depth

and a passionate
animalic note.

Ah. You are referring

to the Rossi
Grande Estratto No. 1.

Questo.

- Oh, dio mio.
- Uh-huh.

Oh.

So warm on the top.

- Honey-like.
- Yes.

With a lustful, almost
bottomless bottom.

Is that ambergris?

Wow! You have
very refined senses.

I find ambergris
to be an absolute marvel.

Mm-hmm.

Digestive juices
of the sperm whale

powerful enough to break down
squid beaks and fish bones

until the glorious beast

excretes the waxy mass
into the ocean.

Whale vomit worth more than
its weight in gold.

It's true.

Ambergris is very difficult
to come by these days.

And yet you managed
to find some.

I was contacted
by a private party in Alaska.

A private party in Alaska

just stole a shipment
of ambergris from me,

worth about $3 million.

- Oh, that's terrible.
- Mm.

Who's your supplier?

Raymond, you know I cannot
divulge my suppliers.

Ambergris is illegal
in many countries.

I understand.

You have to protect
your supply chain

to maintain the high quality
of your fine merchandise.

Such as this
extraordinary item.

Quanto costa?

6,800.

Ah. That must be
a heavenly scent.

Mmm. White birch?

Mmm. I smell clove.

- Yes.
- And oakmoss.

Oakmoss.

This one is pretty.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
You win.

I'll give you the name.
I'll give you the name.

- Grazie.
- Please, no more.

Write down
the relevant details

and, please, gift wrap
one bottle of Rossi No. 1.

Sure. Si.

You, uh... You want me to put
the item in... In the basket?

Do I, um... Do I get
a receipt or... anything?

No? Shalom.

Everybody on the ground.

Nobody move.

Records division?

Yeah, this is
Special Agent Aram Mojtabai.

I'd like to request the case
file for Thelonious Prackett.

Yeah, with a "P."

You're like
an ice-road trucker.

Got to be if you live
up here long enough.

Even if your toes can barely
reach the pedals.

Ten hours on the road,

we haven't seen one sign
of a suspicious vehicle.

GPS says you're still
inside the triangle.

They'll take the bait.

It's possible the hijack crew was
tipped off that I was driving.

More than likely they got word
that we shot their inside man.

You shot
their inside man.

Yeah, but
I saved your butt.

Hey, guys, hold up.

I've got something here.

Accident blocking the road.

All right, here we go.
Keep this line open.

We're two minutes out
and closing.

Everyone okay?

We got an airlift en route
from Bartlett.

We can try
and guide you clear,

but we can't move
those vehicles.

Yeah.
That would be great.

Let's try
and squeeze you through.

I'm clear.

What do you mean
you're clear?

They let you through?

You sure they're not
tailing you?

No.

I think the accident
was just... an accident.

I just passed a sign
for a weigh station

a few miles up the road.

I'll wait there,
and we can regroup.

Copy that.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, Park,
medics are on-site.

We're just waiting to see
if they need any assistance

before we head your way.

Park, do you copy?

Alina?

Alina, can you hear me?
Are you there?

Park, do you copy?

Park?

Found a GPS tracker
hidden in the truck.

We had to dump it.

And we found her.

What do you want
to do with her?

No, no. It's okay.
I'm not with them.

I...

Here.

Take this.

Where are we?

We're gonna d-die here.

I'd say we're in the
foothills of the Chugach range.

If we got out
and found a trailhead,

I think I can get us
to an access road.

- You live here?
- I did.

Swore I'd never come back.

Then why did you?

What were you hauling
when they hijacked you?

Hauling?
I was being hauled.

You know,
I-I-I got abducted,

thrown in the
back of a truck,

and then that truck
got hijacked.

And you don't know why?

Lady, I'm a nobody.

Why would anyone
want to abduct me?

Here.

We'll take turns.

Why did you? Come back?

To catch the hijackers.

I'm an FBI agent.

My name's Alina Park.

What's your name?

Me?

I told you.
I'm nobody.

Well, Mr. Nobody,

I'll let you in
on a little secret.

I died once in Alaska.

I didn't come back
to do it again.

She was taken
from a weigh station.

It's isolated.
No surveillance.

Target vehicle approaches,
gets waived out of line and hijacked,

the GPS gets pulled,
and no one's the wiser.

That was Mr. Reddington.
I, uh, patched him through to the call

and told him
about Agent Park.

This just came for you.

Case files
on Les Fleurs du Mal.

Don't tell me
you listened to Reddington.

I told you to have
the police look into it.

- Into what?
- Nothing as important

as finding Agent Park.

- Mr. Reddington.
- Speaking.

Keen and Ressler
are coordinating

with state and local
authorities.

They have roadblocks in place
and aerial surveillance.

Twamie Ullulaq.

Who?

The stolen cargo I traced in
Milan, Twamie took it.

- Do you know where he is?
- I do not.

But someone
in your government does.

They created him.

Twamie Ullulaq
is a native Alaskan

who the U.S. military armed and
trained in counterterrorism.

The army doesn't train
civilians.

They did during the Cold War,
didn't they, Harold?

Go on. Tell the kids
about Operation Washtub.

During the Cold War,

the Pentagon worried that
they couldn't defend Alaska,

so it rounded up locals,
hunters, bush pilots,

and trained them
in counterinsurgency

against a Red Invasion.

They volunteered
in exchange for land

and a promise that housing
would be built. Schools.

And when the Red Scare ended,
so did that commitment.

Imagine that.
Your government breaking its promise

to indigenous people.

How much
does the FBI know?

- I-I'm not an agent.
- We don't know each other.

You expect me to believe you
two being here is a coincidence.

Yes. Because it is.

There's no coincidences here.

The land they were given,
find it.

Just because nothing
was ever built on it

doesn't mean
they're still not there,

and it doesn't mean
she's not there.

And if she is,
we're gonna find her.

How much do you know
about us?

Why would I
tell you that?

'Cause if you don't,
I'll kill him.

N-No, no, no!

Don't! Please!

No. Don't!

Twamie,
we got a problem.

We'll continue this.

Twamie, Old Mac's dead.

The FBI gunned him down
inside his cabin.

Just a matter of time
before they find this camp.

Pack it up!
We're pulling stakes!

You heard him.
Come on, guys.

- Come on! Move it!
- Let's go.

- Come on!
- Right now.

Wilbur Eaton?
Special Agent Aram Mojtabai.

FBI.

If this is about Prackett,
I made a deal.

Got immunity for testifying
against him.

I read the testimony.

I know what you did
for Prackett.

You made
the torture chambers

that killed or disabled anyone
who was put in them,

including
Charles Radcliffe.

And yet, you were at his
widow's house yesterday.

To offer my condolences.

For the death of a man
you almost killed.

What can I say?
I'm soft that way.

Your immunity agreement
required full disclosure

about any
and all crimes

involved in
Prackett's ventures.

If you fail
to disclose one,

the deal will be torn up,
and you will go to prison.

Why were you really
at her house?

Because now she can pay me
what she owes.

Because of the prenup.

Wait. Wait,
why does she owe you money?

I remember you.
From The Defiance.

What did you do for her?

You don't want to know.

You were gonna
let him kill me.

He was bluffing.

He was right
about coincidences.

They don't happen here.

You need to have a
purpose to come here.

I know yours
was to kill me.

- Put them on.
- Or what?

You're gonna shoot us?
You want us to wear these,

you're gonna have
to put them on us yourself.

You're too feisty
for your own good.

Anyone ever
tell you that?

All the time.

I know you blame me
for what h-happened,

but I didn't kill her.

Lussier...

But looks like you did
come back here to die.

AKRCC's running search and
rescue assets out of Elmendorf,

and the state troopers
have their infrared chopper

in the air as we speak.

Were you able to monitor
radio frequencies up here?

All 406 emergency
locator beacons.

She knows your protocol,
so if she still has a radio,

expect her to try
to make contact.

What about the land granted
to Operation Washtub?

- Have you located it?
- We're working on it.

Yeah, well, work harder.

This mission was a mistake
to begin with.

Park got herself
into this situation,

and it's
an unfortunate one,

but these people, the ones
who are searching for her,

they're the very best
at what they do,

and they will do whatever
they can to find her.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

we got a location
on the camp.

What is it
with her and Park?

Park's history here
is... complicated.

Meaning?

Park made mistakes.

Connor covered on the promise
Park would not return.

Covered?
What did she do?

You have a black sheep
in your family.

Let's just say Park has
a black sheep of her own.

You'll never make it.

Really? Watch me.

I stand a better chance.

I doubt it. Seeing as how
I'm the one with the gun.

You're lucky if it's
20 degrees right now.

Once the sun drops
behind that ridge,

it'll fall below zero,
and that's before dark.

I'm not letting you out.

I know we're on the south side
of the Bagley Icefield.

I also know
if we can get to Quill Creek,

it'll point us
toward the highway.

You, on the other hand,
you're a junkie lost in the woods.

A nobody from nowhere.
You said so yourself.

Why would you h-help me?

I'm helping myself.

You'll die out there, Edward.

But if you leave me,
I'll die in here.

- The bullets.
- Hmm?

I don't care if you carry the
gun, but I carry the bullets.

Think of it
as the first step

towards you and I
trusting each other.

Mr. Ullulaq,
we have a situation.

I'm sorry.

I never saw it coming.

Well, they couldn't have
gotten that far.

Take Gerrit with you.

Radio the camp
when you find their footpath.

As far as I'm concerned,

there's no end to the charges
they could bring against you,

but murder is
the only one that matters.

I know you think that,

but you're not gonna
do anything about it.

You killed my mother.

You tell anybody,
I'll go public.

I know what happened
at Anchorage Correctional.

Yeah. How you put
J. Yost in a wheelchair.

Yeah. I know about
those cops you paid off.

I know how you, uh,
held Wade Leek at gunpoint.

And I know you...
You broke the law

in enough different ways
in order to try and find me

that you friends at the FBI
had to cover it up.

We need to keep moving.

You hear me?

It's getting late.

You turn me in,
I'll tell them everything.

Every gory detail.

No, you're not gonna
say anything to nobody.

'Cause you're not
walking out of these woods...

Aah!

Oh! Don't move!

Hold on! Hold on!

Pull! Harder! Harder!

I'm trying!

I can't!

I'm begging you!
Please! Please!

- I'll be back.
- No. Don't leave me.

You can't!

I'm begging you. Please.

Please.

Please.

Sweetie, I'm begging.

Please.

Please.

I'll die here!

I can't open the trap.

Not on my own.

I'll get help,
and I will come back.

And if they
get here first?

You only got six.
Aim carefully.

Twamie,
we got a situation.

You find them?

Scouts radioed.
We got a breach.

Feds on the south ridge.

FBI! Hands in the air!

Put your weapons down!

Freeze!

Sir.
She's not here, sir.

Hey, where is she?

Answer me.

- Why would I want to do that?
- Twamie.

Your men have her
or are looking for her.

Either way,
you've been in communication.

Where are they?

Now, that's a piss-poor
hiding spot.

Put it down. Slowly.

Okay. Okay, wait, wait.
Just wait!

All right?

Please.
I can help you.

I don't think you're gonna
be much help at all.

No, listen.
I have information

about your FBI agent there.
You know, things she's done.

You could use her to barter
with the police, cut a deal.

We don't have orders
to make deals.

Our order's to make
examples out of you.

Wait, hold on.
I'm telling you, she's a dirty cop.

Not anymore she's not.

FBI! Put the gun down!

You okay?

Keen!

You okay?

Better than him.

My mother's boyfriend
from Anchorage.

The one you've been hunting
all these years.

How is that possible?

Did you know he was here?

Of course not.

How did you two end up
in the same place together?

I think we both know
the answer to that.

I can't believe
I'm back in a blacksite.

You know, I knew
that you had a cool job,

but, I mean,
this is so cool...

What's he doing here?

- Sit down.
- I can explain.

Explain what?

That Charles didn't find
Les Fleurs du Mal?

You did.

I told him about
our arrangement.

There is no arrangement.

How you came to me,
got me to invite your husband

and made sure he was
selected for the challenge.

- He came to the house...
- Selected to die.

He wanted money.

He said he would
tell these lies

if I didn't
give it to him.

But Charles didn't die.

And then I showed up.

When we insisted
you go to The Defiance,

you got Eaton to pick you.

I thought I was
saving you,

but you two had
worked out a way

for you to save yourself.

No.

I would have died
without you.

No. You used me.

You got me
to open up to you.

That's why you kept asking
about Blacklisters.

To seduce me into
giving you a murder weapon.

You can't believe that.

I can't believe you would
take his word over mine.

Your word, then...

Did you kill him?

I love you.

Did you kill Charles?

No.

I hope that's true.

Agent Park.

You kidnapped Lussier.

They found him inside
your truck, didn't they?

We can discuss that
over Shiozake.

You orchestrated this whole thing.
You put us together.

I intended on bringing
you together, yes,

by abducting him,
not you.

That was unforeseen.

But in the end,

it served the greater good.

You have no business
interfering in my life.

I do when your life
interferes with my business.

I know about your mother

and her relationship
with Mr. Lussier.

How could you know that?

Because I must.

You're an excellent agent,
Alina, and a loose cannon.

I need the first,
and I won't tolerate the second.

So you put us together
so I could, what?

Exact my revenge and
become less uncontrollable?

My world is filled
with people seeking revenge.

I can see it
every time I look at them.

It's as distinct
as a birthmark.

But I look at you
and see none of that.

I don't see
a quest for vengeance.

I see a smart,
capable young woman

filled with self-loathing,

and I think

if you have
a debt to settle,

perhaps it's
with yourself.

Lussier's an addict
who supports his habit

through armed robbery
and theft.

I settled my debt with him

when I gave everything I knew
about his crimes

to the Alaska bureau.

And the debt
you owe yourself?

I settled that
by giving them nothing

about what he did
to my mother.

Because he...

Did nothing.

The heroin did.

They were addicts,
and they were helpless to help each other.

I was helpless, too.

You were a child.

You couldn't be
expected to help.

You shouldn't
hate yourself for that.

After he left,
she was shaking

and vomiting
and doubled over in pain.

I was seven.

All I saw
was that she was in pain,

and I wanted
that pain to stop.

Sweetie, I'm begging.

Please.

So I did as I was told.

At first,
she was so... happy.

The pain just disappeared.

And then her eyes rolled back
into her head, and...

She died.

She overdosed.

I overdosed her.

I don't hate myself because
I couldn't help my mom.

I hate myself
because I killed her.

Thank you.

Agent Park, come in.

I hear congratulations
are in order.

Thank you, sir.

We got lucky, sir.

Diligence is the mother
of good luck.

What's on your mind?

Anchorage
and my past there.

I've read your file.
I know things got a little bumpy

near the end.

Bumpy would be a gracious
choice of words.

Sir, there are things
that happened in Anchorage,

things I did
that you're not aware of.

You should be.

So, what sort of things?

It's strange.
I know we solved

at least part
of the Alaska Triangle,

but after
all he was promised,

it's hard not
to empathize.

I've spoken
to Agent Park...

And now he's going to prison
for the rest of his life.

She told me
about Anchorage.

She told me you know.
I'm curious as to why

you didn't feel the need
to say anything to me.

I didn't say anything

because I don't think
you should do anything.

She didn't just bend
the rule book. She broke it.

And I can understand

why you would have a hard time
accepting that.

But when it
comes to family,

it's complicated.

I know that's true for me.
You know better than anyone,

I haven't always been
my best self.

I don't think
any of us have.

Honestly, I think
you should give her

the benefit of the doubt.

I think in a situation
like this,

we should give everyone
the benefit of the doubt.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be

used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford an attorney,

one will be provided
for you.

Do you understand these
rights I have just read to you?

No.

I don't understand it
at all.

Neither do I.

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