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No, Glen, it's fine.

We're already here.

Yes, it's right up the street
from Cher's hotel.

Yeah. We get the ice, pick up the diva,

and in a half-hour,

she's serenading Trudy with
"If I Could Turn Back Time."

Best retirement party ever.

Yeah. No, Glen.

I told you, it is what it is.

There's no, all of a sudden,
requesting "Half Breed."

All right.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

Yes. Fine.

Do you have any of
the really big bags of ice?

Miss?

Excuse...

Sorry to pry you away from your
text or tweet or "twhatever."

Are you all right?

It wasn't a tweet.
It was... It was an e-mail.

I just... I just got accepted
into college.

Oh, my God!

Dembe! Look!

- Chapel Hill?
- Yeah.

Wow, congratulations.

Your parents must be so proud.

Yeah, my father passed
last year, but my mother act...

I actually have to call my mom,
but the ice is in the back.

Thank you. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

This is a moment that woman
will never forget.

We should buy her something to celebrate.

I got accepted.

Put the phone down.

Now.

Come on.

Now give me the money, okay?

Um...

Come on. Move.

Hey. No alarms.

Hear me?

- What did you do?
- I didn't do anything!

- What did you do?
- I didn't do anything!

I said no alarms!

Raymond.

Raymond, we have to go.

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...You don't have to do this.

I'm afraid I do, love.

The plan.

Tell me what you remember
about that plan.

- Frank?
- Stop. I need to bring him out.

No! Frank!

What?

You're looking at the cars again.

What?

There's nothing out there.

The blue car is back.

Frank! Frank, stop!

Frank.

The blue car!

- Frank...
- It was back! It was right there!

Frank, come inside.

Please!

Come on.

Come on.

That's it.

An armed robbery at a mini mart.

The clerk was shot and killed.

That's the case...
a shooting at a mini mart

that left the clerk and one of
the robbers dead at the scene?

Well, there was only one robber.

The police suspect he was killed

by an accomplice who wanted
the cash for himself.

They're wrong.

And how do you know that?

Because I shot him.

We shot him... Dembe and I.

You were there.

She'd just been accepted to college.

The girl, Sofia.

Had her whole life ahead of her.

All the good and all of the bad.

The triumphs and mistakes.

Gone.

Like a story erased.

You know how he was killed
because you killed him.

We killed the man who
committed the crime,

but not the man I hold
responsible for it.

And who might that be?

Fine Caliber Arms International

is a 100-year-old gun
manufacturer run by Gordon Kemp,

who inherited it from his father
eight years ago

and promptly started making
the FineCal 9.

The gun of choice for
violent young criminals

in Chicago and Atlanta.

And dozens of other cities.

It's the cheapest 9mm on the market.

A gun with no collectible value

except that it's a readily available,

affordable weapon for
street-level criminals.

So, what, Edward Martell,

a 19-year-old with a long rap sheet,

murders a clerk with a FineCal,

and Reddington puts the company
that legally manufactures them

on the Blacklist?

Reddington put Kemp on the Blacklist

because police have seized more FineCals

than every other
semiautomatic weapon combined,

and Kemp keeps flooding
urban markets with them.

There's been a local shooting.

Victim had just been accepted to college.

Press is working that angle,
as well as the rising number

of deaths connected to
the FineCal this year.

Get the team.

I want the narrative changed.

By lunch!

Reddington holds Kemp responsible

for the death of Sofia Salgado.

For some reason, seeing her die
really got to him.

We're supposed to believe
Reddington's after Kemp

because he's emotionally affected?

Or because Kemp sells guns?
Mr. Reddington sells them, too.

Maybe he's targeting a competitor.

No, as far as know,

Reddington only sells weapons
for military use.

Of course, that includes
armed insurrection,

but military nonetheless.

Okay, but he's asking us
to target a company

that's not committing any crimes.

It's okay to flood high-crime
neighborhoods with cheap guns?

If you want my personal opinion,

buy me a drink after work and we'll talk.

Or you can have my opinion now.

This is a crime problem,
not a gun problem.

The Task Force investigates crimes,

not legal conduct we disagree with.

It's a crime to knowingly
sell a gun to a criminal.

Does Reddington have a good-faith basis

to believe that's what Kemp is doing?

Maybe. He gave me a lead on the man

who sold Edward Martell
the murder weapon.

He says if we find him,

he'll give us all the good faith we need.

James Dalman.

Eh, I don't think I know you, chief.

No, but I know you.

Take a walk.

It's okay, baby.
This will just take a minute.

Here's what we know.

You have felony convictions
for assault and burglary.

You're hooked on Oxy,

and you make ends meet trafficking guns.

Is this about child support?

Sofia Salgado was murdered
by Edward Martell

who used a FineCal 9 he bought from you.

So this isn't about child support.

We know you sell FineCal 9s.

With your record, we know
you don't buy them yourself.

What we want to know is
who you get them from.

Look, you're going to prison.

This is your one chance to help yourself.

Give us a name.

Can't do it.

I think you just did.

We issued a press release
condemning the shooting

and made a $100,000 donation

to the NRA's Safety Education initiative.

Make it $250,000.

And leak our agenda for our
sit-down with Senator Jennings.

To discuss sensible gun legislation

to curb senseless gun violence.

Clever. Sensible. Senseless.

Use that in the release.

And where are we with the ex-boyfriend?

We're not sure that's something
we should leak to the press.

Research uncovers that
the victim dated someone

with a connection to a local gang,

and we're not going to leak that?

The connection was secondhand at best.

Right now, we have
broad industry support.

We could lose it
playing that kind of hardball.

This girl's death was a tragedy
that we are not responsible for.

If it requires playing hardball

to keep us from getting blamed for it,

then that's what we're going to do.

There's a gun show in the county
where the shooting occurred.

Maybe you should go, keep our
talking points in the press.

Ilya. What's going on?

I've got a shadow.
He's outside my place right now.

Who's outside?

The guy in the Chevy Malibu.

He's been out there for over an hour.

Listen to me. Stay where you are.

I'm gonna send Dembe.

For all I know, he's not alone, Raymond.

There... There may be others.

It may be her.

Ilya, Dembe will be there soon.

Just keep your head down.

Is he having another episode?

Yes. Blue Chevy again.

Just drop me at the Post Office.

You go make sure he's okay.

When I'm finished with Harold,
I'll call you.

Raymond, why are you doing this?

Doing what?

Speaking with Harold,
giving him this case.

She was an innocent.

So many for so long have been innocent.

I'm sick of it.

She bought 30 FineCal 9s
at a gun show in West Virginia

from the booth run by Judson Firearms.

Federally licensed dealer.

Passed the background check
with no problem.

Apparently, she told him she was
starting a personal collection.

And she gave all 30 to Dalman,
the boyfriend.

Yes. He turned around
and sold them on the street.

She can't be more than 23, 24.

She's a classic straw purchaser,

and we can definitely charge her.

Her?

I'm interested in more than her, Harold.

You need to take this up the food chain.

And how do you suggest we do that?

For starters, you can make
a case against Judson Firearms

for selling guns to a buyer
they should have known

would put those guns in criminal hands.

You know how hard a case
like that would be to prove.

I disagree.

A young woman with an address in the city

who's suddenly decided to collect guns...

30 identical guns.

30 of the cheapest guns on the market,

which just happen to be the most popular

among young, violent criminals?

She passed the background check.

How did she pay for them?

- Cash.
- Harold.

Her age isn't enough.

I'm not sure the volume
of the sale is, either.

Now, if there were a second sale...

If Judson sold to her again

only a few month after
she bought 30 guns,

there's no way they'd think
it's because she's a collector.

You want to send her back in,
this time, on the record.

And tell her to buy another 30.

For her "collection."

You were my friend.

There are things about this

you can't possibly understand.

Oh, but I want to understand.

In fact, I insist.

Linda?

Honey?

Hunted like an animal.

Why won't you help me?

- You go to hell.
- You need to stop.

- Reddington.
- It's me!

Whoever he is, he's still out there.

Answer me! Why!

It's me! Ilya, it's me!

Dembe.

Dembe.

I know what I saw, Dembe.

You're tired. You should lie down.

It's her, I know it.

Why don't I get you something to eat?

You know I'm not making this up.

I know what I saw.

Raymond.

Yes, he says he needs to speak with you.

Are we concerned? Of course.

But I think the public understands

we can't be held responsible

when violent individuals
commit crimes with our weapons.

Com check... Everyone read me?

I'm here.

Affirmative.

Loud and clear.

We hear you, Agent Ressler.

We could use a visual.

Camera's up.

Everyone seeing what I'm seeing?

It's Gordon Kemp himself,
sweet-talking the press.

Let him. One big fish at a time.

I've got eyes on Carly.

She's approaching now.

Excuse me?

Hey. I know you.
We've done business before.

No problem with the last sale, I hope.

No. No problems.

The opposite, actually.

I liked them so much, uh,
I was thinking I'd buy more.

Really? Uh, how many more?

Uh, I was thinking another 30.

I'm sorry, remind me your name?

Carly Ambers.

Are you feeling okay, Carly?
You don't look so well.

- He knows something's wrong.
- I'm fine.

He has to know she's not
a bona fide collector.

She's a wreck. He'd have to
be blind not to see it.

The 30 you bought last time,

that was for a personal collection?

Yes. I just want to get more.

All right. No worries. We can do that.

Look, I've got the cash,

if that's what you're worried about.

No, no, I just need to get
a little more information.

I can buy from someone else.

You're not the only one
that sells FineCals.

There's no reason to raise your voice.

Kenny. Can I grab you for a moment?

Heads up, that's Kemp.

Stay with them. Agent Keen,
adjust your position.

What's going on?

I got a few red flags.

She bought 30 FineCals a few months ago,

and she wants 30 more.

- Agent Keen, we can't hear.
- I don't like it.

- They're too far from the mic.
- She's from the same area

where that mini mart
shooting just happened.

If she's passing them on
to somebody else...

Unbelievable. Did you catch that?

Did he just warn Kemp that
this might be a straw purchase?

I'm sorry. It's so loud in here,
I didn't hear all that.

- Oh, he heard.
- Damn right, he heard.

What? I couldn't make that out.

I didn't hear what you said,
but I don't really see an issue.

She's a collector. It's your job to

run a background check
and if she passes...

- I agree. I just...
- Kenny.

Make the sale.

I say we take them both.

You can't arrest them unless they know

they're selling to a prohibited buyer.

Kemp doesn't want to know.

Agents Park? Ressler?

Sounds like Kemp's the one driving this.

You pick up a gun manufacturer,

you better be ready for
the heat that follows.

To hell with the heat.

I'm asking if you think Kemp's guilty.

Yeah.

Then take him. But do it quietly.

Gordon Kemp.

Agents Keen and Ressler, FBI.

You're under arrest.
We need you to come with us.

I'm sorry? Did you say FBI?

Keep your voice down.
We'd like to do this quietly.

- No, I won't keep my voice down.
- We need to do this quietly, sir.

FBI! It's a raid!

They're undercover posing as
part of the crowd.

You got a search warrant?

If not, you got no right to be here.

Listen, you're gonna be arrested
for obstruction, so back up.

Friends, calm down.
There's no need for this.

They don't have a case.

Let's not them provoke us into violence

to justify attacking us
and taking our guns.

We are not the lawbreakers, they are.

We have you on video advocating
a sale of 30 semiautomatics

to a 24-year-old woman you had
to know was a straw purchaser.

I had to know?

You guys are agents, right? Not lawyers.

It has to bother you that
a young woman like Sofia Salgado

was murdered using one of your guns.

I feel terrible about Ms. Salgado

and every victim of gun violence

killed by my weapons or any weapons.

I make guns.

I don't get to choose
how people use them.

Nobody goes after the carmakers

when a driver intentionally
runs someone down.

Is that your vision for
the world, Mr. Kemp?

That we only care about people,
about human life,

when the law explicitly
tells us we have to?

Oh, sorry, I thought I was with the FBI,

not The Brady Campaign.

Look, I'm a member of the NRA,

and I believe in the Second Amendment,

but what you do,

pouring more and more weapons
into high-crime areas...

that has nothing to do with
keeping a well-regulated militia

and everything to do with making a buck.

And I make more of it every time
a shooting goes viral.

Not only am I not stopping,
I'm ramping up production.

In fact, I just ordered shipment
of 6,000 FineCals

from my factory in Atlanta

to my distribution center in Chicago.

We're done here.

Mr. Kemp's attorney just secured
a hearing on his arrest.

Is this a great country, or what?

You watch the cars.

All day, Raymond, that's what he does.

He watches the cars.

I know what I saw, Raymond.

She's watching.

Nobody's watching, Frank.

This isn't happening.

Tell him.

There was no car when I came.

Ever since that woman
broke into our apartment

and dragged him off and tried to
access his memories...

I mean, whatever they did to his...

Linda, stop.

It's okay.

Things in our life were normal and quiet

and ordinary before you came back.

And I know the two of you share a past

I can't even begin to imagine,

but Frank and I had a life, too.

Together.

Our life was good.

It's his life with you that's troubled.

Is it fair to blame Raymond?

Listen to your wife.

You're sick, Frank.

Something is wrong,
and we need to get you help.

She's right.

You need help.

There are people I know who...

Raymond.

You don't understand.

We need to do this on our own.

I'm sorry I ever dragged you into this.

I'm so sorry.

You did the right thing, Raymond.

Too little, too late, I'm afraid.

I never should have
involved him, let alone her.

A whole...

I'll be damned.

Good for you, Ilya.

There's someone in the driver's seat.

I wonder what the hell this means.

Thank you for joining us,
Director Cooper.

Before making record in open court,

I thought it best to have
a private conference.

- Your Honor...
- Not you.

I'm here to hear what he has to say.

Director Cooper, I assume you knew

this arrest would be controversial,

and yet, you did it anyway.

- Reluctantly.
- Mm-hmm.

Because I believe Mr. Kemp knew

Ms. Ambers wasn't the actual
buyer of those guns.

He was conspiring to sell them

to someone prohibited from buying them.

My client had no way to know that.

You've seen the video.
Carly Ambers is 24,

a pawn being used by her
boyfriend, a two-time felon.

She was visibly nervous...

Is that the legal standard now?

Is my client supposed to assume
customers who seem nervous

are buying their weapons
on behalf of criminals?

She was paying in cash,

a classic indication of
an illegitimate purchase.

Your Honor, my client is a
manufacturer, not a mind reader.

Bottom line, Carly Ambers
can pass a background check.

He's not obligated to
investigate who her boyfriend is

or anything else about her.

His arrest is all over the press.

This is outrageous.

What's outrageous is Mr. Kemp's
disregard for reality.

Your Honor, you know what happened here.

Carly Ambers didn't wake up one morning

and suddenly decide to collect
60 identical guns

over the span of four months.

That is unreasonable to believe.

She doesn't own any other guns.

She doesn't know anything about guns.

Objection. She's not required
to own other guns,

and Mr. Kemp is not obligated
to test her knowledge.

The dealer knew there were red flags.

He warned Mr. Kemp that
she might be a straw purchaser.

It is not apparent what was said.

The audio is poor.

And my client clearly didn't
hear that warning.

That's for the jury to decide.

Well, I'm not even sure you get to a jury

with the facts before me now.

Oh, okay. I see what's going on here.

You called us into chambers
because Your Honor

didn't want the public to see
you toss a valid arrest.

- Watch it, Director.
- Watch what?

We're off the record.
What are you afraid of,

incurring the wrath of the gun lobby?

Mm-hmm. I've heard enough.

All right, get out. All of you.

I will review the evidence

and let the parties know
when I have my ruling.

We are on the record.

So, let me be clear...

It is not for this court to tell the FBI

how to do its job or who to arrest.

But I do note, however,
that the U.S. Attorney's Manual,

FBI Handbook,
and Justice Department policy

says that no prosecutor will bring a case

that he does not have a reasonable belief

- that he can win.
- We believe we can win.

Yes, but you face
an extremely high burden.

You need to prove that Mr. Kemp knew...

or he should have known...

that he was actually selling those guns

to a prohibited buyer. Hmm?

And don't get me wrong,
straw purchases...

serious problem in this country.

There may be more than 30,000

attempted straw purchases every year,

but the seriousness of the problem

does not change the requirements

for what the government needs
to make its case.

Well, Ms. Ambers' age and
the volume of the purchases...

they're facts that
certainly give me pause,

but are they enough to conclude

that Mr. Kemp and his associates

committed a federal criminal offense?

I think not.

I find the evidence insufficient
to sustain the charges.

Therefore, in the interest of
justice and judicial economy,

this case is dismissed without prejudice.

- May I address the court?
- No, you may not.

You have my ruling.

The matter is sealed,

and the defendant will be released.

We are adjourned.

Hey, I respect you for trying.

It's not just about passing new laws.

We should be doing more to
enforce the laws we have.

Murderer!

Selling the gun that killed her
wasn't enough?

Now you have to lie about
her being a gang member?

We don't make the facts, Mrs...

That's assault.

Aren't you gonna arrest her?

Get your client out of here

before someone does something even worse.

Drive.

You heard Judge Borns
dismissed the case against Kemp?

Yes. Elizabeth brought me up to speed.

Then I assume she also mentioned
Kemp's next shipment?

She did.

I know Agent Keen is frustrated.
We all are.

But the law says
Kemp can ship those guns.

How did Dickens put it?

If the law says that,
then the law is an ass.

I want your word that you won't
interfere with that transport.

Frankly, Harold, the thought
hadn't even occurred to me.

But now that you mention it,

that sounds like a rather splendid idea.

Listen to me. I know
we've looked the other way

or even helped blur the lines

from time to time
in the interest of justice,

but going after a legal shipment

because you personally believe
it deserves to be stopped

is over the line, and I won't allow it.

Well, how are you going to do that?

By sending me to my room without supper?

By stopping you.

Touché.

Heddie, I need you to reach
out to Chuck and Morgan

and some of the boys.

I believe we have a job to do.

You can't be serious.

You expect me to trust you?

We understand your reservations,
but the fact is,

the last time we met,
we were just doing our jobs.

And that's what we're doing now...

informing you of a threat made
to your next gun shipment.

What kind of a threat?

The FBI has credible intelligence

that your next transport
from Atlanta to Chicago

will be hit in transit.

What kind of intelligence?

We're not at liberty to say.

You're not at liberty to...

Oh, I see what's going on.

You think you can scare me

so I'll give you details of my shipment.

If you can't stop me,

this way, you can track
where the guns are going.

Mr. Kemp, we're here as federal agents

because your shipment is in jeopardy.

Personal feelings aside,
we're here to assist you.

Pass. I have my own security.

Of course, if you refuse,
we can get a court order

- and stop transit altogether.
- On what grounds?

Our intel makes transporting
the guns on a public highway

inherently hazardous.

Look, you can fight us,

or you can accept our assistance.

What a waste of tax dollars.

So glad the Bureau could be of service.

What do you think?

It's a bold plan.

You're gonna need to keep your distance.

Agreed. I'll hang out on the jet.

Edward's gonna make a run
to this restaurant he loves...

China Moonlight...

for some of that tea-smoked duck.

You should look at the menu.

If everything goes as planned,

we'll be in and out by dusk

and have dinner on the flight home.

- Are we ready?
- Good to go.

I've got three routes mapped out
and agents are on-site.

Talk to me.

We're looking at three identical trucks.

Is this really necessary?

Unless you want your shipment
hijacked, it is.

Can't you just protect
the one with the guns?

We roll all three.

Two haul empty containers,
only one carries the guns.

Each truck will take
a different route to Chicago

and be led by an FBI vehicle
with four armed agents.

Fine. Just let me know which one is real,

and I'll tell my people to load it up.

I can track each route via satellite.

Just need to know which one's real.

Keen, I want you chaperoning
the real shipment.

Agents Park and Ressler
will escort the decoys.

Perhaps Reddington will be more reticent

about hijacking the vehicle you're with.

We have a problem.

The Task Force is escorting the shipment.

Harold couldn't leave it alone.

No matter. We stay with the plan.

There's more. They're rolling
three identical trucks.

We're only prepared to stop one.

We'll have to guess and get lucky.

Lucky? There's no luck
in Three Card Monte.

- It's a sucker's game.
- And we're the ones being hustled.

I don't play sucker's games,
and I don't like to guess.

I'll call you back.

All right, we're ready to roll out.

Stand by for my command.

Checking CCTV feeds.

Confirming all routes are clear.

Not now.

Elizabeth... Not a good time.

I-I know about Harold's decoys.

I need to know which truck has the goods.

- Cameras are up.
- Agent Ressler, you have the all-clear.

Okay, let's load up.

I can't talk.

Then just listen.

Because while Harold may be dedicated

to getting this shipment through,

I am equally dedicated to stopping it.

Not for me or for the poor woman
who lost her life

to one of these guns but for her mother.

Could you imagine your only child

just about to go off to college...

how proud she must have been?

How proud Sam was when you got
into the FBI Academy.

- How proud you'll be...
- I'm hanging up now.

Elizabeth, please. Let me get these guns.

Hell, we'll sink the truck
in a lake somewhere.

Hey, Keen, you ready?

Copy that. On your go. I'm hanging up.

Keen, who are you talking to?

Theoretically, one should assume

Ressler would drive the shipment.

He's the most experienced
field agent, the obvious choice,

which is why perhaps it won't be him.

Keen.

And Agent Park... she's new.

I don't know. My hunch is,

Harold put the shipment with
the badass in the bunch.

I think it may be you.

Does your truck have the guns, Elizabeth?

Keep a bumper lock on that truck.

You, too. Eyes wide.

Elizabeth, please.

Is that Reddington?

Yes, and I was just explaining
to him that we have a job to do.

Listen, you don't have to say a thing.

I'll count to 10. If it's not your truck,

hang up before I get there,
but if it is your truck,

stay on the line
till after the count of 10.

1, 2... Tell Reddington I'm sorry,

but he's on the wrong side
of history this time...

...3, 4, 5, 6...
...and if he thinks we're gonna break

or even bend the law
because of his opinion

- on this issue,
- he's dead-wrong.

...7, 8...

All right, here we go.

- 9...
- Understood?

10.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

They're leaving now.

Okay, Agent Ressler, stay south
on 21 toward Independence.

Copy that, Aram.

Agent Park, CCTV shows you are clear.

So you want to take the second exit.

Confirm, second exit.

Affirmative, second exit.

Stay on 65?

Yes, Agent Keen, that is right.

Stay on State Road 65 for 12 miles.

Aram, we're on Talmadge
approaching Younes.

There's smoke on the horizon.

Do you show any hazards ahead?

Smoke. Hang on.

Uh, no.

Uh, no, there are no accidents
reported in that area.

Don't stop.

I have to. Road's blocked.

Driver, lock down the cab.

Do not exit the vehicle.

You three, watch for an ambush.

Heddie, what's happening?

Hang tight, sugar plumb.

They're approaching us right now.

Officer, I'm with the FBI.

Hands.

Cooper, it's a trap.
We've been hit. It's a trap.

Put them up. You're under arrest.

Heddie, what's happening?

What's wrong, Heddie?

It's empty.

The truck's empty.

We hit the wrong convoy.

- That can't be.
- Babe, it is.

Thank you, Mr. Reddington.

It was a pleasure doing business.

Any problems?

No. None.

You lied to me.

When you told me
I'd be carrying the guns,

you knew you were sending them
with Ressler.

- Yes.
- That whole conversation was fake,

put on for my benefit so that
I'd think I'd have the guns?

You don't trust me.

I'm sorry, are you actually angry at me?

You betrayed us.

You told Reddington which truck to hit.

I was right not to trust you.

You chose them over us,
over your job, over the law.

Some laws deserve to be broken.

Not by you, not while
you're carrying a badge.

You knew I would tell him?

I thought you might,

and I couldn't take that chance.

I'm angry at you, Elizabeth,
and disappointed.

But, most of all, I'm worried.

With Reddington,
we blur the lines so often,

it's sometimes hard to see,
for all of us.

What worries me is that, at times,

it could be especially hard for you.

Because I have dark impulses.

Yeah.

And today, you gave into them.

So what now?

I just delivered 6,000 guns

to a man I believe to have
no moral compass.

God knows how many people
may die as a result.

Today was a terrible day.

And it might be more than I can handle

if I thought you and I
couldn't forgive each other.

So I was right.

You were.

Where will you go?

I don't know yet.

Some place far away.

Whoever it was, it wasn't her.

She's dead.

Good.

Because she did this to him.

I'll look into it.

I'll take care of this.

All you need to do is take care
of yourself, stay safe.

Dembe! Perfect timing.

Here is the "Scrabble"
and the "Parcheesi."

Thank you, these are great.

Are you sure board games are the
best tools for interrogation?

You'd be surprised.

The real breakthrough actually
happened during "Oregon Trail."

And then there was such
a great feeling of comfort

and familiarity with
"Chutes and Ladders."

A real sense of nostalgia.

Did she tell you who hired her

- to watch Ilya?
- Not yet.

But I think you're gonna be
very surprised

with the level of detail we're
going to get with "Scrabble."

Okeydokey. Here we go.

Yeah, everything's accounted for.

Midwest shipments are going out now.

Thanks to the FBI, should be
our best quarter yet.

I'll see you in the morning.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I want you to come have a seat.

You know, for my entire
professional life,

I've been a fervent and faithful
support of gun manufacturers.

These people take great pride

in their history
and exquisite craftsmanship.

The guns they make
are the tools of my trade.

In the right hand,
that's exactly what they are.

A proper tool.

For sport.

Protection.

Order.

In the wrong hands...

the hands you put your guns in...

they subvert order,

tearing communities apart,

ruining lives,

resulting in tragedy.

You're Raymond Reddington.

I've lost so many friends
to gun violence.

Dear friends.

Not 'cause of me.

Not 'cause of anything I did.

Yes, yes, of course.

You dot the I's, cross the T's,

and, in your world,
those rules protect you.

But in my world,

there are no laws to hide behind.

You can act in bad faith

as long as you're willing
to face the consequences.

What consequences?

The wrath of men like me.

I object to what you're doing,

and I don't need to convince
any court to agree with me.

In my world, if I think you're guilty...

I just execute sentence.

Please.

Please, don't do this.

I heard... heard someone else

beg at the point of one of your guns.

She said please, too.

And then she was murdered.

Now, I understand it can be hard
to see tragedy for what it is

until that tragedy befalls you
or a loved one.

Well, I'm here to tell you
that's happening to you.

About an hour ago,

a violent criminal bought
one of your FineCal 9s

on the street for $100,

and now that criminal is
going to shoot you with it.

Tragic.

It was Cooper.

He tricked me.

You seem put out by it.

Don't be.

Take it as a compliment.

That he doesn't trust me?

That he knows you're a person of
conviction and principle.

A lot of good my principle did.

Kemp got all of his guns.

Yes.

He got his.

What did you do?

I acted on my conviction and principle.

Cooper says we blur the line
between right and wrong

so often, we can't see it
clearly anymore.

I know I can't.

I disagree. I find you
increasingly clear-eyed.

I'm sorry that the Task Force
had to take sides today,

but it meant a great deal to me
to know you were on mine.

Excuse me.

Any news?

The woman in the blue Malibu...

She's a private eye, Raymond.

Hired to learn what she can about Ilya.

It was Elizabeth.

She hired her.

She knows you're not Ilya

and she's been keeping it from you.

I understand.

Is everything all right?

To being on the same side.

At long last.