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[ELECTRICITY HUMMING]

MOREAU: You don't know me.

You may think you do.

You may have heard things, stories...

...about the way I work, jobs I've done...

...and what I'm capable of.

WOMAN: I know your reputation, which is why we hired you.

The incident will be your political agenda.

No one will know its purpose if you can get it done.

Everything is on schedule.

I haven't heard from you in nearly a month, not a single word.

I told you, I couldn't do your job without making a few changes.

Those changes have been made.

Target will only be in town for a day.

He knows about the coup attempt. If he tells anyone--

I told you it's on schedule.

You haven't told me how you plan on doing it. Will it be on-site?

If so, how will you get past security? How will you get out?

Do we have assurances this won't get back to us?

Are you saying you want me to call it off?

No, what I'm saying is the fate of an entire country rests on you doing your job.

So stop talking.

Consider it done.

What is this? Who are you?

Believe it or not, I'm you.

Yes, I only need you to recover the data. No, I told you, I can't tell you why.

Buck, did I ask you questions...

...when you needed me to pretend to be your girlfriend at the last reunion?

Yes, I--

Yeah, okay, great.

Thank you.

Call me back.

Well?

What did he say?

He asked a lot of questions.

Can he recover the medical files Reddington erased?

-Tell us what he's hiding? -Look, Liz...

...I get that we're on our own...

...and Reddington can't find out what we're doing.

But can you explain to me again why we can't just go to one person in the FBI?

-It's too risky. -Because you think he'll find out?

He will.

Anyone who got close to the truth about who Reddington was...

...before he became Reddington ended up dead.

My husband, Dr. Koehler.

Ian Garvey.

Jennifer, trust me.

We can't go to the Bureau, not yet.

We gotta stick to the plan and see...

...if your friend can restore the medical files Reddington erased.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

RAYMOND: Elizabeth?

[WHISPERS] Help me pick these up.

[WHISPERS] You can't let him in. He can't see me.

No, he can't.

No one else is gonna die.

I know he's gonna help us. He's a really good guy.

-No, I'm serious. Really. -Okay. No.

Bad time?

[IN NORMAL VOICE] No.

-May we? -Hmm?

As a fugitive from justice, I prefer not to linger in public hallways.

LIZ: Of course. Come in.

-Have you lost weight? -Hmm.

Five pounds. Hmm.

Seven pounds when it's in the morning.

Let me look at you.

Well, you look fantastic.

-Tai chi and spinach suit you. -I feel like a different person.

I'm sure you do.

I have news about the Corsican.

LIZ: According to Red, Moreau wasn't deterred by the shootout...

...at Dr. Koehler's operating room or our near miss at Reagan National.

Instead, he's reaching out to arms dealers about an upcoming job.

What job? Did he have any details?

Reddington doesn't have any. He's reaching out to his contacts.

But if he's right and Moreau is arming up, that means he's going to work.

Which means people are gonna die.

What's the latest on Moreau? Any hits from the airport authority or local police?

We've scoured CCTV feeds.

He was avoiding cameras. Nothing shows his face.

We're hunting a killer but don't know what he looks like.

Correct. But we know that he purchased a ticket under the name Dino DiPasquale...

...and was all set to board Premium Sky flight number 206 to JFK.

-The alias is burned, but-- -He's headed to New York.

No, he's already there. We put out an alert on his vehicle...

...the one he stole from the employee parking at Reagan.

Port Authority flagged it passing through the Holland Tunnel just after 6 p.m.

We may not know who this guy is, but we know who he was.

A nationalist. A hit man who targets globalism in all its forms.

Navabi, alert possible targets. Wall Street, the media, consulates.

Ressler, Keen, get to New York.

There's an assassin in the city, we need to find him.

I don't know about the others. I only know how it works for me.

The first basement.

Yes, the first basement.

It's a door marked "C2." Northeast side of the building.

Once inside, there's a checkpoint--

I'm not interested about the first checkpoint.

Tell me about the second one, where they check your badges.

How do you know that?

Please, why are you asking these things?

Talk to me about the second checkpoint...

...where they check your badge and your access code.

-How do you know these things? -The one they sent you this morning...

...I need you to write it down.

Now.

[♪♪♪]

Now!

You sure?

Yeah.

Now it's time for you to get into the trunk.

What?

Please, no.

-Just-- -Wait, quick, quick.

Give me your badge.

Now...

...get in the trunk.

Wait. No.

AARON: Are you listening to me? The network cut my license fee in half.

I'm paying ICM 10 percent off the top.

Now the studio claims it's still in deficit?

Yes, I want to sue.

Now.

Yesterday, if possible.

[CHUCKLES]

Finally, people I can trust.

I warned you, Aaron, how many times?

The arms business is like "Ring Around the Rosie"...

...compared with this business you call "show."

Hand to God, I'd rather my daughter...

...marry Arafat than a network or studio executive.

At least he paid you the courtesy of lying to your face.

I once provided transportation for a Chinese cobalt magnate...

...who insisted on funneling his ill-gotten gains...

...into a three-picture deal with Woodman Blake.

Huge hits, each one bigger than the last.

Careers were made, awards were won.

A single dollar over a billion in net profits, and he stood to double his investment.

The movies grossed almost 3 billion worldwide.

In anticipation of his windfall...

...my associate purchased a mansion in Sydney...

...and a yacht in Montenegro.

When the studio accountants were finished sharpening their pencils...

...the net was 999 million to the crooked penny.

He went into receivership, and his wife left him for a talent agent.

Not that that's gonna happen to you. I mean, financially, you're screwed.

But look at the bright side, your wife's dead. May she rest in peace.

[CHUCKLES]

You said you had a question about Moreau.

Yes, his whereabouts. I'm told he reached out to you recently.

Hmm. He did, but--

I wouldn't ask you to divulge information about a client if it weren't urgent.

I appreciate that, my friend.

From you, I have no secrets.

If I knew his whereabouts, you'd know his whereabouts, but I don't.

Oh, then how about the place where you're sending the material he ordered?

He didn't order any.

I had a cache of RPGs, mint condition, no interest.

All he wanted was a reference for a contractor.

And who was that?

Maxwell Ruddiger.

-Name mean anything to you? -Like a blast from the past.

RESSLER: If you're good with it, I'm good with it.

I already told you. I'm good with it.

No. What am I missing?

I know you. I know there's no way that you're okay...

...with Reddington killing a guy in our custody...

...so he wouldn't have to identify that skeleton.

No. You don't wanna tell me what's going on, I'm okay with it.

But don't insult me by saying you're good with it.

Thank you.

-For what? -For being okay with it.

-What you got for us? -Charles Albrecht.

He was a courier for the Turkish consulate.

When he didn't show up for work, the consulate reported him missing.

They were on alert because we put word out.

The consulate say whether he was in possession...

...of privileged or classified documents?

He was carrying a pouch that contained classified information.

-"Was." -The pouch is missing.

Since the intel was classified, the consulate won't say what it was.

We know what it was, something Moreau's willing to kill for.

Even if it was Moreau, a Turkish courier...

...how does that fit into his nationalist MO?

[♪♪♪]

What else can you tell us?

The diplomatic pouch wasn't the only thing missing. His ID was taken too.

[♪♪♪]

ARAM: We have a problem.

LIZ: Aram, what is it? -It's about Albrecht.

Mr. Cooper spoke to the Turkish ambassador...

...who confirmed Albrecht was headed to a meeting at, get this, the United Nations.

That's how it fits his MO.

UN Security Police says Albrecht's badge was swiped six minutes ago...

...at the first basement level, entrance C2.

RESSLER: Aram, coordinate with security, put that building on lockdown.

See if they can't get a location on that badge.

-We're on our way. -Keen.

Elizabeth, I have news about the faceless assassin you seek.

LIZ: He's headed to the UN. -Yes, to deliver a bomb.

"A bomb"? You know this because?

The device was purchased from one Maxwell Ruddiger...

...a lush, a scoundrel, an old friend...

...and a consummate technician of all things explosive.

That's why Moreau targeted the courier. This was about access.

RAYMOND: Moreau needed a way to get his device into the building.

LIZ: The badge will get him in, not the bomb. They'll scan it at security.

-Stop it there. -Unless they don't.

Moreau didn't choose just anybody with clearance.

He specifically chose someone carrying a diplomatic pouch.

Which they won't seize because it's not subject to search.

The contraption you're hunting for...

...is a binary device. It contains enough ammonium nitrate and hydrazine...

...to wipe out the General Assembly if not take down the building itself.

And it's volatile.

The slightest bump or jostle could detonate the thing.

-How do you know this? -I know this...

...because I'm sitting with the madman who built the damn thing.

-Maxwell Ruddiger is with you? -We're en route to you.

You need to clear the building, locate that device...

...and find a way to get us to it.

But do not let anyone near that widow-maker...

...until I can get Ruddiger there to undo the devil he's created. Understood?

Yes.

[SIREN WAILING]

Max, perhaps you should put down the gin and tonics.

You have a job to do. You'll need steady hands.

The gin and tonics are exactly what give me the steady hands.

Better have another.

[♪♪♪]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

♪ Over your window You think I'm confused ♪

♪ I'm waiting for the divergent wasp ♪

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

♪ You use a plate-glass screen ♪

♪ To protect my chosen target ♪

♪ But there's an air-pellet hole ♪

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

♪ I can crawl through to you ♪

JEAN: Jean Topperwien, head of security.

Agents Ressler, Keen, FBI. You need to evacuate.

We have an evacuation plan, but there's no guarantee we won't lose your unsub.

That's a risk we'll have to take.

-Clear this building. -Location on Moreau?

AGENT: We know where the badge was swiped.

LIZ: Take us there now.

♪ I am the fly ♪

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly Fly in the, fly in the ointment ♪

MAN [OVER PA]: Attention, all personnel, this is an emergency.

For your safety, please immediately locate the nearest exit.

MAN [OVER PA]: This is not a test.

[ALARM BLARING]

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly ♪

♪ I am the fly, I am the fly Fly in the, fly in the ointment ♪

Sir! Stop.

Put it down. Special Agent Elizabeth Keen, FBI.

We believe that case contains an explosive device.

I need you to put it down slowly and do exactly as I say.

♪ I am the fly ♪♪

Okay, all right, I have the feeds up now.

RESSLER: I'm putting you on with the head of security.

-Agent Mojtabai. -Hello.

Hello. We're holding evacuees on the north lawn.

I'm trying to get you access to those feeds.

Okay, thank you.

[GUNSHOT]

RESSLER: Move, move!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

My gun, he's-- He's got my gun.

Officer down. Repeat, officer down. North atrium. Suspect's armed and on the move.

MAN: Our evacuation protocol is clear. -I've been authorized to change it.

FBI has no authority here.

Besides, we're not going to evacuate emergency personnel...

-...during an emergency. -You need to leave...

...including all UN Personnel, NYPD responders, NYPD bomb squad...

...HDU, everyone.

That was my superior officer.

The secretary general hung up with Homeland...

...and they've requested we evacuate all emergency personnel.

Who are you people?

What's going on here?

Ten-four.

We're clear.

[♪♪♪]

[RAYMOND CHUCKLES]

This is certainly a first.

♪ Move aside And let the man go through ♪

♪ Let the man go through ♪

♪ Move aside, And let the man go through ♪

♪ Let the man go through ♪

♪ Move aside And let the man go through ♪

♪ Let the man go through ♪

ARAM: Okay, I think I got him. -All right, Aram, talk to me. Which way?

All right, turn left.

No, right. No, no, your right.

He can't be more than 20 yards ahead of you, moving west.

♪ If I stole somebody else's wave To fly up ♪

MAX: I apologize.

It's probably a silly question, but why are the police escorting us?

The police and I have a special kind of relationship.

Yeah, but this? They treat you like Elvis.

Yes.

Except the president gave Elvis a badge and I don't really need one.

♪ You must cut lean ♪

♪ You gotta take the elevator To the mezzanine ♪

Okay, I can't tell. Uh....

Come on. Where'd you go?

I lost him on the feed. I do not have a visual.

♪ You gotta take the elevator To the mezzanine ♪

♪ Chump change ♪

ARAM: I just picked him up again. You're close.

♪ Super bon bon ♪

Drop the weapon, Moreau. Don't do this.

You've got bigger problems than me inside that building.

I'm only worried about you.

Ha, ha. Maybe you should be worried about my hostage.

[GUNSHOT, THEN MAN GRUNTS]

Hang on.

[PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Hold on. Hold on.

♪ Super bon bon ♪

[MAN CONTINUES GRUNTING]

RESSLER: Hang on. Hang on.

♪ Chump change, and it's on Super bon bon, super bon bon ♪

♪ Super bon bon ♪♪

Your men need to vacate the premises.

Funny, it's all so much smaller than I'd imagined.

A little tacky.

-Reminds me of that road trip we took. -To Memphis.

Yes, exactly, Graceland. I had the same reaction at Graceland.

All rather unimpressive, actually.

[SNIFFS]

It smells kind of funny.

[♪♪♪]

How much time before this thing goes off?

I don't have a clue.

Elizabeth, maybe we should find someone to get the man a drink.

-Tell me about the perimeter. COOPER: We're working with NYPD...

...to set a line from Midtown to the east and 59th down to 42nd to the south.

-Any sightings? ARAM: Not yet.

But I've got NYPD analyzing footage of the area.

Pull surveillance. Find an image.

I want Moreau's face on every TV in the tristate area. Any news from Keen?

I'm on my way to her now.

[♪♪♪]

-Ugh. Honestly, the suspense-- -Shh. Quiet.

RAYMOND: Do I really need to be here? -Quiet.

Oh, I hate needles.

-Wait. What are you doing? RAYMOND: Wait. Ha, ha.

I'm going to smack the lock, whack it to pieces...

...and pray it opens without tripping the secondary in-line bypass switch.

You're gonna pray?

Okay, I don't need to stay for this part.

-All of the smacking, and whacking-- -[MAX GASPS]

-Are you okay? -What is it?

[SNEEZES]

Okay, Ruddiger.

If there's nothing else I can do for you, I think I'll go exploring.

Wait. You're gonna leave me with him and the bomb?

You can come to the UN any day of the week.

For me, this is once in a lifetime, the tug of history...

...and all that.

You should be fine.

"Should be"? That's comforting.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

♪ Now my bed don't weigh the same ♪

♪ Check my clothes And wash my name ♪

♪ Does the well go down that low? ♪

Oh, my God, look.

♪ Let me breathe and I'll let you go ♪

Oh.

♪ I knelt down in desperation ♪

♪ I felt around for something real ♪

♪ There's a radio station ♪

♪ Playing wrong in my ear ♪

[RAYMOND LAUGHS]

♪ You keep coming alive You keep coming alive ♪

♪ You keep coming alive You keep coming alive ♪

♪ You keep coming alive You keep coming alive ♪

♪ You keep coming alive You keep coming alive ♪

Mr. Secretary General...

...Mr. President...

...distinguished members of the General Assembly...

[CHUCKLES]

...I come before you on the 70th anniversary...

...of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights...

...humbled to be the latest in a long line...

...of politically questionable, formerly-dashing strong men...

...to address this hallowed hall.

Castro, Qaddafi...

...and my personal favorite....

[CHUCKLES]

Ah, Nikita...

...you may have helped the Soviet Union lose the Cold War, but you did it in style.

Today, I want to bring to your attention a topic of great interest to me...

...and I believe to anyone who cares about this revered institution.

Cary Grant, or, specifically, his acid trips.

-Moreau? RESSLER: Lost him.

NYPD's blanketing the city as we speak.

[MAX SIGHS]

-What is it? -The gel cap housing is stuck.

-I don't think I can remove it. -Which means?

I don't know yet.

Here, do me a favor.

-Hold this. RESSLER: Hold what?

MAX: This white wire...

...and not the yellow one. Don't touch that.

Please, steady hands, my friend.

RAYMOND: Through five marriages, numerous lovers...

...allegedly both male and female, and over 70 films...

...including North by Northwest, arguably the greatest work ever produced here...

...he just kept right on tripping, and why not?

Before LSD was weighed down by the countercultural baggage...

...of Timothy Leary turning on, tuning in, and dropping out...

...LSD was used to treat addiction, anxiety and depression.

[MAX GASPS]

[SIGHS]

♪ You keep coming alive You keep coming alive ♪

♪ You keep coming alive You keep coming alive ♪♪

-Oh, boy. -What do you mean, "Oh, boy"?

-Means this is not a good thing. RAYMOND: Standing here in the heart...

...of an institution dedicated to diplomacy...

...I can say, from personal experience...

...LSD has made me...

...significantly more enlightened, kind...

...considerate and loving.

And if people are more kind and loving, then the world will be too.

Do you have any idea what you're doing?

There will be less crime, fewer acts of terror...

...more joy, more diplomacy, and far more fun.

[LAUGHING]

Cary Grant once said after a particularly evocative LSD trip:

"I imagined myself as a giant penis...

...launching off from Earth like a spaceship."

We lost Moreau, but your weird little German friend did it.

He defused the bomb.

I'm not surprised. After all, he did build it.

We've notified NYPD. Get out of here before they arrive.

Does it...

-...bother you? -What?

Knowing that a catastrophe at the United Nations was averted...

...that people's lives were saved because of you.

That you do...

...good that no one will ever know.

Did you know that Cary Grant's original name was "Archibald Leach"?

That he was born into poverty, the son of an alcoholic father...

...and a depressed mother.

And then reinvented himself as the paragon...

...of WASP virtue and charm?

Good for you, Archie.

I'm a great fan of reinvention.

Of keeping your true self hidden.

Or of becoming your true self...

...even if you have to take on a new identity to achieve it.

[♪♪♪]

Care to join me, Dembe and Ruddiger at the Red Brau Tavern?

Celebrate with a warm pretzel and cold beer?

Whatever happened to tai chi and spinach?

After saving Manhattan, I feel I deserve a few carbs.

You go. I gotta stay here and figure out how to explain this to EOD.

-Second thoughts? LIZ: I want to talk about our plan.

-What we're doing is the right thing. -I know.

I do. It's just....

Whoever he is, he does do a lot of good.

The only thing that you just said that matters is "whoever he is."

That's the point. We don't know. This is the only way we're gonna find out.

But we do know who he is.

Raymond Reddington.

Not the real one, the reinvented one...

...who's been Raymond Reddington for 30 years, longer than anyone else.

And whatever we find out, it's not gonna change that.

This man, the one we know...

...is the Concierge of Crime.

A very bad man capable of an incredible amount of good.

Look, I get it.

I mean--

I mean, I don't get it, but I accept it.

He's part of your life. He drops by unannounced.

He's like family.

But being "like family" isn't family.

We have a plan, if we stick to it, it's gonna work.

But I can't do this without you.

So, what's it gonna be?

RAYMOND: Max, we can fly you tonight...

...as long as we are back in the hotel in time for the tennis.

I don't want to miss a moment of the women's doubles.

-Go. I'll meet you inside. -I'll take mine salted.

As if there is any other way.

Three salted, two with mustard.

MAN: Excuse me, sir. Can I help you? You look lost.

I am, metaphysically, but aren't we all just a little?

Let me see some ID.

George Murphy, senior VP at Fine and Clean.

We sell shower curtains, curtain rods, liners, the occasional soap dish.

What are you looking at?

-Is there a problem, officer? -Turn around. Hands on the cart.

You don't want me to do that. This is my good side.

-Ten-eighty-five, officer needs assistance. -Assistance with what?

-Deciding to go salted or unsalted? -I won't ask again.

Fine, salted. Don't blame me for the aneurysm.

Hands on the cart.

Isn't this the kind of harassment that makes people hate the police?

-Are you carrying a weapon? -Here I was hoping to surprise you.

Murphy, what's a curtain rod salesman doing carrying a loaded handgun?

-Curtain-rod salesman? -Curtains, mildew-resistant fabrics.

COP: Do you have any idea who this guy is?

BALDWIN: I know he's a wiseass. -"Wiseass"? That's who you think?

This is the most wanted man in America.

[♪♪♪]

LIZ: Aram, what is it?

He's been arrested.

-That's great news. -Great?

Why would you say that?

-The guy's a killer. -I know, but--

I know theoretically I should be happy...

...that someone who's done what he's done has been caught, but I'm not.

-I'm sad. -Sad, about Moreau?

-Moreau? -You just said he was arrested.

No. We haven't found Moreau. We're still working on that.

Who were you talking about?

Mr. Reddington. Mr. Reddington is the one that's been arrested.

What? When?

Less than an hour ago. He was buying a pretzel.

Thirty years on the run, and a beat cop picks him up at a pretzel cart.

-Where is he now? -NYPD is holding him at the 27th.

We have to go get him.

Police precinct, the most wanted man in America?

-There's no getting him out. -Of course we can. We--

We, the government, we have an agreement.

Keen, he's in the system now.

-Does Cooper know? -He's with Panabaker.

-She's not gonna do anything. -Is that what you want?

No one wants that.

For Reddington to get arrested so we don't have to work with him anymore?

Go ahead, say it. I know it's what you're thinking.

-Thinking what? RESSLER: That I called it in.

Reddington's whereabouts, that they arrested him because of me.

That's crazy.

None of us would betray Mr. Reddington like that.

I don't believe you did it.

But I believe you're relieved it happened.

Keen, all I know is that it's over.

And nothing Cooper says is gonna change that.

You can't just walk away.

Actually, Harold, I can't do anything else.

You know the good this task force has done.

Yes, I do, and the bad.

We knew this was a possibility when we made this deal.

Which is why the lawyers who papered it were clear...

...about what our position would be if it did.

In the event of Reddington's arrest, we disavow.

We papered it five years ago.

Since that time, thanks to Reddington's Blacklist...

...this Bureau has killed or captured over 100 high-value targets...

...and saved a tremendous number of lives in the process.

Harold.

I like you, and I admire the way you have milked this mad cow.

But you knew from day one that the government would never acknowledge...

...having an immunity agreement with the number one man on its most-wanted list.

I'm not asking to go public. He was arrested in New York.

If you inform the U.S. attorney of the southern district--

The publicity hound who wants to run for governor and, God forbid, president?

You have any idea how long she'd sit on that intel?

We'd be in turtle mode for a month of Sundays.

-There must be something you can do. -There is, and we are very good at it.

Absolutely nothing.

Cynthia...

...I know the task force has crossed lines.

I know there has been collateral damage...

...that Red is a criminal who someday must answer for what he's done.

But that day is not today. Today, because of Reddington...

...we stopped a terrorist from bombing the UN.

You disavow and tomorrow we may not be so lucky.

And that would be a tragedy.

But there is nothing I can do about it.

[♪♪♪]

BALDWIN: One driver's license.

One watch, Rolex.

Two thousand dollars in cash.

No wallet, no credit card...

...no keys, no phone.

-You travel light. -Trick of the trade.

The soap dish trade.

You know what you fellas always say, that phrase?

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Well, that's up to you, isn't it?

Actually, it's entirely up to you.

One way or the other, I'll be set free.

Indictments and trials are obviously the hard way.

The easy way is for you and your family to suddenly become grotesquely rich...

...buy one of those offensive mega yachts...

...and travel the oceans like a nouveau Jacques Cousteau.

-Is that a bribe? -A statement of fact.

You simply haven't lived...

...until you've skinny-dipped in the clear blue waters...

...off the coast of La Ciotat.

-The ADA is gonna want a statement. -Mm.

A phone number.

A pot of gold waiting at the end of the rainbow...

...for anyone smart enough to make the call.

Let's try that again.

[♪♪♪]

-What's this? -My autograph and a dedication.

Something to make it personal.

If you insist on being a flatfoot for the rest of your life, you should sell it on eBay.

Buy some orthotics.

-Ah. -We'll take it from here.

Who's "we"?

The prisoner is now in the custody of the federal government.

I made the arrest. You're gonna take my collar away.

He's facing federal indictments. That puts us at the head of the line.

You're a hero, Officer Baldwin.

I'll be sure to mention your name at the press conference.

Would've been a nice boat.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Let me be clear.

You will never be free again.

You'll be tried, convicted, held in a federal prison...

...until we execute you.

As pleasant as that sounds, I'm afraid I've made other arrangements.

This is gonna be fun.

Winning always is.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

COOPER: Miss Holt.

-Harold Cooper. -Hi.

-Thank you for coming. -Sure.

When you asked me to come to your office, I assumed the Hoover building.

What is this place?

A black-site facility for the Reddington task force.

This is where you've been hunting him from?

That's what I wanted to talk about.

We haven't been hunting Reddington. We've been working with him.

-Say that again. -Several years ago...

...the government entered an immunity agreement with Red.

Now that he's been arrested, I've been instructed to keep that agreement secret.

-But I thought you should know. -Has the agreement born fruit?

A cornucopia.

-You want to keep it in place. -Yes.

I think you'll want to as well after you understand how many cases--

Will he be an effective CI from prison?

No.

You want me to kick him.

I want you to know all the facts.

I came assuming you were going to help prosecute Reddington.

Instead, you want me to conspire with you to let him go.

Once you go public, all this goes away.

I can protect the Bureau's relationship with Mr. Reddington for now...

...but the most wanted man in America, maybe the world...

...has been arrested in New York City.

And I will prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law...

...immunity agreement or not.

So the rumors are true.

You are running for governor.

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

Good evening.

Today, I can report to the American people and to the world...

...earlier this afternoon, Officer Baldwin of the New York City Police Department...

...arrested international fugitive and traitor to the United States...

...Mr. Raymond Reddington.

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

At this moment, I can't speak to the details of his arrest.

But I can tell you this, in the coming days and weeks...

...my office will be exploring all options regarding charges and sentencing...

...against Mr. Reddington.

And to the victims of his crimes, I want you to know...

...that this case is my top priority. I will not rest until Mr. Reddington...

...is held to account for the pain and suffering...

...he has inflicted on too many for too long.

Can we have a minute?

[♪♪♪]

He's my father.

-They won't acknowledge the agreement. -I need you to focus.

-They're not gonna release you. -Focus on what happened.

-They're gonna put you on trial. -How it happened.

-How? -This wasn't an accident.

My luck didn't just run out.

Someone tipped them.

Someone close.

-What makes you think that? -The cops were tipped off.

Not specifically about me.

That would've triggered a larger presence, and I would've noticed.

Whoever did this told the cops as little as possible.

Something about a middle-aged white male carrying a concealed weapon.

Something a couple of cops could follow up on quietly and discreetly.

Do you have any idea who it was?

That's what I need your help to find out.

Forget about the prosecutor and all this.

I've been a step ahead of them for decades.

I'm confident this won't change that.

How can you say that?

I need to find the person who betrayed me.

[♪♪♪]

So you can kill him?

♪ I see hard times coming ♪

I'd say that depends.

♪ I feel the blood in my veins ♪

♪ I hear a warning in the thunder ♪

♪ I got a sinking in my chest ♪

♪ These thoughts keep running Running, running, running ♪

♪ These thoughts keep running Running, running, running ♪

♪ I see hard times coming ♪

♪ I see hard times coming ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

[SIRENS WAILING]

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I see blood in the river ♪

♪ As the current pulls me down ♪

♪ I slowly fade into the darkness ♪

JENNIFER: I know you were having second thoughts...

...but it was the right thing to do.

♪ These thoughts keep running Running, running ♪

What's the biggest obstacle standing between us and finding out who he is?

It was him.

He deleted his file.

He dropped by unannounced.

I had to hide in the closet to keep him from seeing me.

As long as he's free, we're never gonna find out the truth.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

Personally, I think it's cause for celebration.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

He asked me to find out who tipped off the police.

It's all that matters to him.

Not that he's been arrested...

...or that he's gonna be put on trial...

[VOICE BREAKING] ...and face the death penalty.

All he cares about is finding out who betrayed him.

♪ I see hard times coming ♪

LIZ: I can't imagine what he'll do...

...if he ever finds out that it was me.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪♪

[♪♪♪]