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** Yeah, ey

** What it is, too simple
** Too simple

** It's not hard
** Not hard

** No sweat, yeah,
it's really no prob

** No prob

** Got drip, got juice, got sauce
** Got sauce

** Ain't nothin' to this... On God
** Yeah

** Too simple
** Too simple

** It's not hard
** Not hard

** Finna snap on them like a Nikon
** Nikon

** Bada-bing, bada-boom,
light work when I move

** Ain't nothin' to this...
On God ** On God...

You sure
this is his place?

According to his student record,
this is it.

Then who is that?

I'm guessing his roommate.

I'll go say hello.
You check the bedrooms.

** It's all on me here,
ya money no good

** Everything flawless,
doin' so good

** Chillin' in the penthouse **

Whoa! What the...

I'm sorry to startle.

We're looking for
Andrew Kennison.

Who the hell are you?
How did you get in here?

Shh.

I should clarify.

I'm not
taking questions.

That's unfortunate.

What's your name?
Marcus.

Marcus. Relax.

Our business is with Andrew.
Andrew's not here.

You're his roommate?

Yes. We're in the same
graduate program.

Ah. Then you must be a smart
young fellow, Marcus.

Smart enough to tell us
where Andrew is now.

But I don't know.

When do you
expect him back?

I don't know that either.
Andrew's missing.

Missing?

It's been a few weeks.

He left to go to the library
at 5:00 p.m. to study.

We had a Phys-Chem final
the next day.

He never came home.
Nobody knows where he is.

Andrew, please
try to understand.

How can I understand

when you haven't given
me any information?

I've told you what I can.
You've told me nothing.

That my life is in danger?
What does that even mean?

I mean, if someone's
threatening me,

I-I deserve to know...

And I've tried to explain.
I can't tell you more

without compromising
a federal investigation.

Mr. Kennison, I came
when the Marshals called

because I know you're upset.

I didn't get to say
goodbye to anyone.

My wife suffers
from mental illness.

She's in a facility
in Bethesda.

I'm finishing
my graduate degree.

I'm missing classes and exams.

I'm aware,
and I'm sorry,

but keeping you safe is
the Bureau's primary concern.

How long? How long do
I have to stay here?

I don't know.
We're still investigating.

My hope is that we can have
a quick breakthrough,

get you home very soon.

It's not good enough.

I'm not under arrest.

What if I want a lawyer?

What if I just leave?

We won't stop you.

But then again, we won't be
able to protect you.

I'm asking you
for more time.

Believe me, I don't want you
to be here for one second longer

than is
absolutely necessary.

****

How'd it go
with Kennison?

Not well.

He's threatening to leave
protective custody.

And you think
he'll do it?

He's understandably upset.

I bought us some time,
but if I don't tell him

something soon,
he's gonna walk.

Our conversation was consumed

by confusion, anger, fear.

His or yours?

Both.

This whole thing makes me
sick to my stomach.

So, please tell me
you found something.

You tell me.

Our working theory is that

whoever is blackmailing you

is a New York City detective,

but that's about

5,200 suspects to start with.

But of those, about 2,600
are white males,

which is how
the bartender described him.

How many were working
the night Doug Koster was killed?

1,400, which leaves about
1,200 names on that list.

Now, it's a lot,
but odds are,

one of the names on that list
is behind this.

I'll take a look.
Maybe I'll recognize one.

But if there's
an NYPD detective

willing to frame me
for murder,

I have no idea why.

I got Weecha's text.

She said you have a case.

I do.

Fine. Tell me where
and I'll come meet you.

Not this time, Harold.

Assemble the troops.
I'll come to you.

Does that mean
you found something?

You all know
we've been tracing the origins

of this device
we recovered from Elizabeth.

Have you figured out
who made the tracking device?

I have. But it's not just
a tracking device.

That's one of
its features,

but it was designed

to help people,

not to stalk them.

Who exactly was that thing
supposed to help?

Patients. In this
particular case,

those with certain severe
psychiatric disorders.

It's both a delivery
and monitoring system.

Its capsule is loaded
with medication,

and as Aram
previously discussed,

when it makes contact

with the patient's
stomach acid,

it sends a wireless signal
confirming compliance

and the location
of the patient.

To whom?

Doctors.
Loved ones.

Some patients have
trouble remembering

if they've taken
their medication,

or even where they are

or where they
might be going.

If we're talking about
the most severe disorders,

skipping meds
can cause serious problems.

It can.

And in this case,
it did.

Aram, Weecha
sent you a profile.

Oh. Sent me an e-mail.

The designer's name
is Andrew Kennison.

Several years ago,
his young wife,

over the course
of multiple days,

failed to take doses
of the powerful

anti-psychotic medications

that her doctors
had prescribed.

The result was horrific
and tragic.

She took the lives
of her sister and her mother

when they came to stay
for a holiday visit.

Oh, my God.

Afterward, Andrew Kennison
went back to school,

a graduate program
at MIT.

He designed this,
hoping that it might prevent

what happened
to his wife and family

from ever happening again.

So, it wasn't him?

I mean,
he designed the device,

but it sounds like
he has no connection to Liz.

I don't know, Donald,
because I can't ask him.

Why not?

We can just go get him.
You said he's at MIT.

- He's missing.
- Since when?

A few weeks.

He left the school library
and hasn't been seen since.

That's probably
not a coincidence.

I agree. Which is why
Andrew Kennison

is the next name
on the Blacklist.

There's a chance he's dead.
A good one, even.

At this point, all we know
is that someone took him,

someone who didn't want him
found, and we need to know why.

So, where do we start?

His roommate reported him
missing to the Campus Police.

They've been investigating
ever since. I'd start there.

Harold?

What?
You okay with that?

Yeah. I mean,
yes, of course.

Agent Ressler,
Agent Zuma,

head on up
to Boston right away.

Harold.

I want you to know,
I realize

how difficult
all this must be for you.

You do?
Of course.

I know how much
you loved Elizabeth,

how hard it's been
to move forward.

When I came back, I knew what
it meant to go down this road.

I knew what searching for
the truth might do to me.

But I was so focused
on my own need,

I didn't think enough about
what it might do to you.

You're apologizing?
To me?

Commiserating, really.

We all want
the same thing.

Closure. Accountability.

And I'm confident

that we will find
whoever did this,

and when we do, they will be
the one who is sorry.

****

Agents Ressler and Zuma?

Ted Morrison. I'm the officer
assigned to the Kennison case.

Thank you
for meeting with us.

Are you kidding?
I've been trying to

get ahold of someone
at the Bureau for a while.

Thank you for
sharing information.

I'm not
sure we follow.

We're not here to, uh,
share information with you.

We were hoping you could
update us on your investigation.

Update you? Okay.

W-What's going on?
Is this some kind of joke?

Hey, man, nobody's joking.
We're here to help.

Okay. Well, these are
surveillance images

from outside
the campus library.

Andrew Kennison finished
studying at 10:00 p.m.

When he exited
the building,

he was confronted by
an unknown man.

They spoke
for a few minutes,

and then they both got
into that sedan and left.

You run the plates
on the sedan?

The first day.
And guess what?

It's a federal vehicle.

Registered to
the U.S. Marshals Service.

I've been calling them
and the FBI for weeks

to ask
what I'm dealing with.

No one's gotten back to you.
Bureaucracy at its finest.

Yeah, well,
now that you're here,

I'm thinking the right hand

doesn't know what
the left hand is doing.

Who the hell is that?

You're not hearing me.
I'm saying it's connected.

- It's all connected.
- I hear you.

I'm just trying
to understand.

Whoever killed Doug Koster,
whoever's blackmailing me,

also wanted Andrew Kennison
to disappear. Why?

Because Kennison
created the device

that we found
in Elizabeth Keen.

He must have information

on who's responsible
for her death,

details the killer
didn't want us to learn.

Slow down.

I didn't see it.

Whoever targeted me
also targeted Elizabeth Keen.

And I helped him.

I disappeared the witness
who could help us

find the person or people
who orchestrated her death.

Harold, take a breath.

Listen to me.
If you tell the truth now,

there is a good chance

that both of us
are going to prison.

Harold?

Harold.

Harold!

I'm sorry.
What exactly is the question?

The vehicle.

It's registered
to the Marshals Service.

Yeah, it's one of ours.
Is there a problem?

The problem is, we're with
a specialized Bureau Task Force

and we're looking for a man
by the name of Andrew Kennison,

and according
to these photos,

he was last seen
getting into

a Marshals Service vehicle
on the night he disappeared.

Yeah, of course.

Of course?

Does that mean
he's in custody?

Because we checked.
He has no criminal record.

He's not a fugitive.

Fellas, I'm not sure
what's happening.

Andrew Kennison is
in our custody

because the Bureau
requested it.

He's not a suspect,
he's a potential victim.

Are you saying

that he's in the
Witness Protection Program?

Yeah, because his life
is in danger.

What makes you
think that?

Well, we didn't make the assessment.
The Bureau did.

And we're not
in the business of

second-guessing an Assistant Director
of the FBI.

You're gonna have to
repeat that.

You should talk
to Harold Cooper.

He arranged
for WITSEC protection.

That's not possible.

That's a fact.

He supervised
the transport.

Hell, he met with
Kennison yesterday

in one of
our safe houses.

You're saying...

Wait. What exactly
are you saying?

Kennison's in
Witness Protection

because Cooper ordered it.
That's him in the photo.

I don't understand.
Why would he do that?

For the same reason
you put anyone in the program,

you don't want them
to be found.

Found by us?
Yes.

And Raymond.

You can't be serious.

This isn't happening.

It's hard to believe,

but I don't see any
way around the facts.

Look, let's just go back
to the beginning.

What do we know?

One, we think that someone
orchestrated Keen's death,

someone who knew
that Vandyke would kill her

and used him as a way to get

the job done without
exposing himself.

Or herself.

Two, we think that Kennison
may have information

that could lead us
to the real killer,

and now
we've learned that

Cooper made sure
that Kennison disappeared.

Because he didn't want us
to find out who killed Liz?

Aram, hey, we need to take
emotion out of the equation.

I cannot do this.
We can't ignore the truth.

Cooper knew
where Kennison was,

and yet he stood there
and said nothing

while Reddington put his name
on the Blacklist.

He sent us to Boston
to investigate.

I mean, he intentionally
hid the truth from us.

But there has to be
an explanation.

I mean,
look at the timing.

He put Kennison
in the program

long before Mr. Reddington
knew who to look for.

He did it after
we found the device,

because he knew once we did,
we'd go looking.

So, what?
What, Mr. Cooper wanted Liz dead?

Say it.

Be clear about
what you are suggesting.

Mr. Cooper was working
with whoever killed Liz,

and now he is protecting
whoever did it

by lying to our faces?

Aram, we're just looking
at the facts here.

My question is,
what do we do?

Go to Reddington?

I mean, if Cooper
really is involved,

who do we tell?
Panabaker?

We could work
the case ourselves,

try to confirm
if it's true.

You mean set a trap.
For Mr. Cooper.

No. I am not doing it.
We are not doing it.

There has to be
an explanation,

and I am going to go up there
and ask him what it is.

If he knows
we're onto him,

it's gonna be a lot harder
to find the truth.

I don't care.

I am not targeting Mr. Cooper

behind his back.

You know what?
Aram is right.

We all love the guy,

and God knows he deserves
every benefit of the doubt.

****

I should have told you.

I'm not entirely sure
why I didn't.

I've obstructed justice,

tampered with physical evidence,
lied to the police...

Those may be the least
of your concerns, Harold.

It's no defense,
but I want you to know,

when I decided to put Kennison
into Witness Protection,

I had no idea
he had any connection

to Elizabeth's death.

You run the Reddington
Task Force,

and it never
occurred to you

that perhaps you were
being targeted

because of
your connection to me?

Not at first.

In the beginning,

I didn't know I was
being targeted at all.

Doug Koster,
my wife's ex-lover, was dead.

I had no memory of
what happened that night.

For a time,
I honestly believed

it was possible
that I'd killed him.

And you didn't think
I could help with that?

I was frozen.

I could barely admit
the truth to myself.

But it wasn't the truth,
Harold.

The minute you realized

you were being blackmailed,

I should've been
your first call.

It wasn't that simple.

By then, I'd gotten
Charlene involved.

She lied to
the assigned detective,

and my good friend,
Lew Sloan,

had risked everything
by altering my service weapon.

We're done here.

I told you

the day I agreed
to come back

that whoever killed Elizabeth
would be held accountable.

And I want that, too.

Then tell me
where Kennison is.

Where can I find him?

He's at a safe house being
guarded by federal Marshals.

Where?

I won't tell you that.

I'll have the Marshals
bring him in.

We'll question him here.

My sources run deep,
Harold.

With or without you,

I'll have his location
by the end of the day.

I won't help you hurt him.

Whether
I hurt him or not

has nothing to do
with your help.

And I'm sorry
to say, Harold,

you're the one
who needs help right now.

****

It was you.

****

I understand.

There's no defense.

I should have trusted you all,
told you everything the day

I woke up in my car and
realized Doug Koster was dead.

So, this whole time,
you've been investigating

who killed him
on your own?

Not just Doug Koster,

but the bartender who spiked
my drink that night.

I wasn't entirely alone.

Lew Sloan's been with me.

I'm still trying
to understand.

Someone framed you
for Doug Koster's murder?

Yes. And it could
have worked.

I woke up in my car with
no alibi for that night.

And your gun was a match for
the bullet that killed him.

So, whoever had you drugged
must have used it

to kill Koster
while you were out.

Knowing the police would find it,
and they would have,

if Lew Sloan hadn't
altered the barrel.

Why would
somebody do this?

At first, I thought it was
just to get me,

but now
we know it was more.

Whoever's blackmailing me

is also connected
to Elizabeth's murder.

I think the original plan
was to frame me

as a way
to hurt Reddington

by damaging one of
his most powerful weapons,

this task force.

So, whoever's behind this,
they know we exist.

And when framing me
didn't work,

the plan changed
to blackmail.

To leverage me as a way to stay
one step ahead of Reddington.

By using you to do things
like hide Andrew Kennison.

So
Mr. Reddington's right.

Vandyke pulled the trigger
that killed Liz,

but someone else
was behind it.

So, what now?

I face the consequences
of my actions.

I've called Panabaker.
She's on her way.

I've had some low moments
these last few months.

Maybe the worst was asking
Charlene to lie.

The idea that
I've involved her in this

is almost more
than I can bear.

But lying to you all...

Whatever happens to me now,

I deserve it.

****

How do you feel?

How do I feel?

I feel a sense
of inevitability.

That it doesn't matter
what I want or do.

The world is what it is.

The loss is permanent.

Elizabeth
will always be dead.

What do I feel?

I'm concerned that I won't
be able to contain myself,

that I still haven't seen
the worst of who I am.

No, I don't think you have.

****

****

I'm just saying,
when do I get to choose?

Never.
Never?

You guys are guarding me.
How is that fair?

Government's paying,
so we choose the restaurant.

****

****

****

Let go of me!
What are you...

What is happening?

****

Who are you?
What the...

Remember why we are here.

****

I think that's just about
everything, Cynthia.

You think?

You knew your weapon
had been fired,

and because you ran your own
ballistics test, thanks to your buddy,

you knew it was a match
for the Koster murder?

Yes.

You lied to
the assigned detective.

You actively concealed the match
by altering the gun.

No. No, it was my friend
who did that.

Uh-huh.
Did you turn him in?

No, but he's aware that you and I
are talking, and so is Charlene.

I convinced her to provide me
with an alibi.

Asking her to lie for me
is my greatest regret.

What about
the bartender?

You went to his home,
you found him murdered,

but you never
called the police

or told them
what you knew?

That's correct.
And Kennison? Where's he now?

The Marshals have him.

You should know
Reddington's looking for him.

I assume that whoever
is blackmailing me

was also behind
Agent Keen's death.

They must want Kennison gone
because he knows something.

We should bring him in,
question him...

We won't be doing

anything of the sort, Harold.

You went too far.

I can sell
looking the other way

when Reddington
crosses the line.

Hell, we let Dembe Zuma
join the Bureau.

There is a lot of stretch

where this Task Force
is concerned, but you?

Obstruction, tampering,
corruption, kidnapping,

or at the very least
unlawful imprisonment.

Excuse me, Cynthia.

This is Cooper.

When?

I told you there was
a credible threat.

Were any of
the Marshals hurt?

I see. Thanks for
letting me know.

My people will
get right on it.

That was
the Marshals Service.

Andrew Kennison was taken
from the safe house.

By Reddington?

Who else?

Geez Louise.

So much for
Witness Protection.

****

Do you know who I am?

No, I don't.

My name is
Raymond Reddington.

I'm a criminal
and a fugitive.

I'm wanted in every country
on Earth

and at the top of
the FBI's Most Wanted List.

I'm armed,
and I'm dangerous,

and the most important person
in the world to me

is dead because of you.

Because of
your little device.

Do you recognize it?

Mm.

It was recovered from a former
FBI agent named Elizabeth Keen.

I don't know
who that is.

Perhaps not,
but you do know something.

Someone
wanted you hidden

so that I wouldn't
discover what that is.

You designed this?

Yes. I-It's a medication
monitor and tracking...

I'm past what it is
and what it does.

It clearly wasn't made
in a manufacturing plant.

No, it's a prototype.

My wife suffers
from mental illness.

I designed it for
people like her.

You gave it to someone.

Someone who used it to track
and murder Elizabeth Keen.

Murder?
Tell me who.

You... You've got it wrong.
I gave that to a cop.

A police officer?

Yeah. I met him
at a business forum.

You know, where people who
are trying to start companies

set up booths
to discuss their concepts.

I was trying
to find investors.

You were supposed to run
a trial in a psychiatric clinic.

It got canceled.
And I was getting desperate.

And then this guy
shows up,

introduces himself as a detective
from New York City.

He says that he thinks
that my idea has potential,

but not
for medical reasons...

As a tracking device.

He says the NYPD
might be interested

in trying it out
for a few investigations.

Did he show you
identification?

Yeah. He had a badge
and everything.

Reggie Cole.
D-Detective Reginald Cole.

I thought, hey,
it's not what I want,

but if the cops
support my company,

that's something.

So, you gave this to him?

That was a few years ago,
and then I didn't hear from him,

so I just figured
the top brass didn't bite.

That's the God's
honest truth.

If it is, you'll be in class
by this time tomorrow.

If it's not...

You won't.

****

Guys, I, uh... I think
I have got something.

I mean, I am, uh, pretty sure
I've got something,

unless I don't,
but, uh, I do.

Okay, so, ultimately,
the best way

we can help
Mr. Cooper now

is to find
whoever targeted him.

Yeah, but it doesn't
change the crimes

that he committed himself.

But, yeah,
that's the idea.

Okay, so,
check this out.

Mr. Cooper recorded
his last conversation

with the blackmailer
and sent it to me,

and I have been
listening nonstop.

I thought
the voice was altered.

It was, but I listened anyway,

you know, for something weird
about word choice

or maybe the sound of a train
or something in the background.

So you heard something?
No.

Nothing. But listening
over and over again

did give me
another idea.

A voice modification program
is just modifying a voice.

It is an algorithm
that changes key variables

like pitch, tone,
speed, distortion.

Okay, I actually
understood that.

So I am thinking,

why can't I just
invert those changes?

I mean, if you knew
what changes were made,

you could just reverse them

and get back
to the original voice.

But you can't know
the changes that were made.

You mean
I can't know for sure.

Fortunately,
this isn't my first rodeo.

I've, um... I've never
actually been to a rodeo,

so I ever go, it, uh,
will be my, uh, first rodeo,

but, fortunately,
this isn't my first time

examining Fourier series
and transforms.

And I'm lost.

Okay. The point is,

I can't know what
modifications were made,

but I can make a series
of educated guesses,

and I know
the best software out there

and how I would
sweeten the mix.

Here. Listen.

Andrew Kennison.

Well, I need him to go away.

Andrew Kennison.
Well, I need him to go away.

Andrew Kennison.
Well, I need him to go away.

Okay, so I have six
different versions.

I can't know
if any of them are right,

but I did reverse the process
a little differently on each.

So, one of
these recordings is

the blackmailer's
actual voice,

but which one?

Cooper thinks
the blackmailer's

a detective
from New York.

We could send all six
to the Chief of Detectives.

Maybe one
sounds familiar.

****

Agent Ressler.

Please place Director Cooper
under arrest.

I understand he intends
to make a full statement.

Not a chance.

It's okay, Donald.

The hell it is.

I mean, how many times
has Main Justice

looked the other way
for Reddington or even Keen?

No, this is your turn.

That is not
up for discussion.

I will do my best
to argue for leniency.

I hope you believe that.

What if we walk?

There is no Task Force
without Mr. Cooper.

That would be
a mistake.

There's still
important work to do.

I want justice...

For what was done to me,
and, more importantly,

for Elizabeth.

The four of you are the best
chance we've got to get it.

****

Harold Cooper, 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
appointed for you.

Do you understand these rights
as I've explained them to you?

Yes.
And with these rights in mind,

do you wish
to make a statement?

****

Obstruction,
falsifying documents,

tampering with
physical evidence,

misappropriating
federal funds.

Oh, and I haven't even
gotten to the charges

of depriving Andrew Kennison
of his liberty.

I know what he did,
Marvin.

What I'm asking is how we
make sure a jury never does.

Oh, Cooper's case
isn't going to a jury.

He's gonna have to
plead guilty

and pray that he gets
a favorable sentence.

It can't come to that.

I need you to go
to the Post Office.

Harold's there.
Talk to him.

You want me to defend him?

He can't go to prison.

For his sake
or for Agnes'.

Well, you're the boss.

I-I just have
this one appointment,

then I can cancel the rest of
my afternoon and meet you there.

Actually,
I've got plans.

I spoke with the man who
designed the tracking device

we recovered
from Elizabeth.

Good news.
What'd he say?

Enough. I know who I'm looking
for and where to find him.

I'll take care of business,
you take care of Harold.

Okay, guys,
let's do this.

****

You really wanna do this?

Make a full confession?

Strange how things happen,
isn't it?

I wouldn't let Reddington
see Agnes

because I thought I should
protect her from him.

She finally had a good home,
a stable family.

And now
I'm the one who...

You could fight it,
force the U.S. Attorney

to make their case
beyond a reasonable doubt.

You know I won't.

I've spent my life
holding others accountable

for their crimes.

I'm glad it's you.

Let's get it over with.

Yeah, um, that's
gonna have to wait.

Sorry, not sorry
to interrupt,

but we have got a suspect,
and Mr. Cooper was right.

Almost.

The person blackmailing you
was a New York City detective.

Was?

****

We just heard
from the office

of the New York
Chief of Detectives,

and apparently, a precinct captain
in Brooklyn

recognized one of the voices
we sent as a Reginald Cole.

Reggie. Spent 25 years
in the NYPD,

17 as a Brooklyn detective.

Does that mean
he's retired?

I thought so at first,
but then I took a closer look.

At the time
he left the force,

Cole was the subject of multiple
I.A.B. investigations.

A Grand Jury was deliberating

on an indictment

for multiple counts
of official corruption.

Drug money seized
and unaccounted for,

allegations
of excessive force,

witness intimidation.

In the end, the cases
against him fell apart.

A key witness
was found murdered.

Clearly, we're dealing
with somebody

with a malfunctioning
ethical compass.

When he left the department,
he left New York.

Now, he works here in D.C.
as a private investigator,

and his website says he handles
highly sensitive matters,

both personal
and professional.

What do you have?

I'm in a hell of a rush.
My campaign won't wait.

Yeah,
I know you're busy,

but you hired me
to find quality dirt,

the kind that "ends careers"?
Mm-hmm.

So I thought you might want
to see this right away.

Oh, you did it.

What did he do?
Infidelity?

Oh, please let it be
a sex scandal,

that pious
son of a bitch.

He has an office
in Logan Circle.

I ghost-called him a few minutes
ago, and he picked up.

If we roll out now,
we can be there in 15.

Oh, my God.

How did you get this?

Does it matter?
Matter?

I hired you
to do oppo research,

to get damaging intel
on my opponent.

And I tried.

But turns out
he's squeaky clean.

You, on the other hand,

not so much.

You've been misappropriating
campaign funds.

Ooh.

Bad Congresswoman.

I don't get it.
Who is this guy?

Why would
a shady former detective

be connected
to killing Keen?

We're about to find out.

Let's pull a warrant
and bring him in.

What do you want?

Well, I'm a simple guy,
Ms. Newton.

A hundred thousand
should be good for now.

You're shaking me down?
I'm your client.

I know. It's a thing
of beauty, isn't it?

See, this way,
you get to pay me twice,

once to check out
your opponent,

and once to
keep my mouth shut.

You have 24 hours, Di.

See you tomorrow.

****

Yeah?

What?

Okay.

Okay!

****

****

Get outside,
see if you can find him.

****

Damn it.

Still hot.

I've got eyes.
He's a runner.

So, Reggie Cole's retired,

but he still has
his detective shield?

Every department
is different.

NYPD makes you turn it in,

but they don't always
enforce the rule.

Well, maybe it's a replica.

Most people
don't realize,

but lot of cops
carry dupe shields

so they don't have to risk
losing the real thing.

What the...
Are you guys seeing this?

That's Cole!

Drop the weapon!

On the ground!
Federal agents!

Okay, okay! It's down!

It's down.

****

I should've known.

Hey, sorry, fellas.
Too little too late.

****

I'm okay, Cynthia.
Really.

In fact, for the first time
in a while, I'm hopeful.

Hopeful?

We got a lead.

The man blackmailing me
is named Reginald Cole.

He's a private investigator
and a former NYPD detective.

That's good news,
Harold.

I'm afraid I'm here
to deliver the opposite.

You spoke to
the Attorney General.

And he spoke
to the President

and the Senate
Oversight Committee.

It's what
we were afraid of.

As it is, they don't love
our arrangement with Reddington.

Then they're wrong.

We're approaching
200 Blacklisters.

The man's done more
for law enforcement

in this country
than anyone.

Preaching to the choir.

Remember, I'm the one
that went to bat

for reconstituting
the Task Force?

But they're not stupid.

They know Reddington continues
to commit crimes.

And Keen's death
was an embarrassment.

It's proof that things had gotten
way beyond my control.

How do you think
we got back here?

I made promises.

I had to assure people
we'd have a very tight leash.

How the hell was I supposed
to go back now

and say the man
in charge,

the Assistant Director
of the FBI,

committed, oh, I don't know,
maybe a dozen felonies,

but, hey, we should look
the other way?

So they want
to indict me?

I'm not giving up.

You know how it works,
Harold.

Law enforcement is politics.

If we can
make some cases,

big ones, that expose

whatever conspiracy
is really going on...

They'll be too busy touting
the victory to focus on me.

It's your best chance.

If the story has
the right ending,

they might forget
this entire chapter.

Thank you, Cynthia.

I appreciate
you shooting straight.

****

You got him.

Barely. Reddington
almost beat us there.

Any news on Cooper?

He's in with
Ms. Panabaker.

Agent Ressler?

I'm afraid you won't be happy
with the decision on Harold.

The AG wants to charge him?
For now.

But if we can make a solid case
against whoever's responsible,

we may be able to change that.
Who's running point?

I am.

Well, then, you should know
the pressure's on.

It is critically important
that your suspect talks.

If he doesn't, we may not have
enough to hold him.

I need a word.

****

You're making
a mistake.

Agent Ressler
is making a mistake.

I imagine he's trying to do
what's best for Harold.

So am I.
And what's best for Harold

is to find the person who orchestrated
this insanity.

I'm in a considerably
better position

to accomplish that
quickly.

There are times to handle things
by the book,

and then there are
times like this.

So all you care about
is answers.

What I care about is
accountability.

And I respect that.

Hell, after what we've
been through lately,

I'm hardly one to get up
on a high horse

about the right way
to do things.

Then let me handle this
in the way I know is best.

If you do,
anything you learn

will be inadmissible
in any prosecution.

I need to hand the AG
solid cases, solid evidence.

Listen to me.
We're losing time.

Reggie Cole knew
I was coming.

That means
whoever he's working with

knew as well.

They will not let you
interrogate him.

What does that mean?
We have him in custody.

Director Cooper's office.

What? What are you
talking about?

How is that even possible?
It's too late, isn't it?

Uh, bring him in.
I'll talk to him myself.

Security says Reggie Cole's
lawyer is here.

Marvin. Change of plan.

I'm at the Post Office.

Don't come in.
I'll meet you out back.

****

Senator Panabaker.

Tyson Lacroix.

You're an attorney?

I'm Reginald Cole's
attorney.

What is this?

How did you know
about Cole's arrest?

How the hell did
you even get down here?

More to the point, how did you
know this building even existed?

There seems to be
some misunderstanding.

I'm not here
to answer questions.

I'm here to stop you
from asking them.

Mr. Cole is my client.

As of this moment,

you are precluded from questioning
him under any circumstances.

I don't know who you are,
Mr. Lacroix,

but I can tell you this,

you are now squarely on
the Justice Department's radar.

You don't want to
answer our questions?

We'll get the answers
anyway.

Good luck with that.

I'd like to see
my client now.

****

You think it'd be
that easy, Mr. Lacroix?

Did you really think
you could just waltz in

to a federal black site
and just start making demands?

I have a right
to see my client.

And you will.
At his arraignment.

Oh, please.

You don't have enough
to charge him.

He murdered a man
named Doug Koster.

That would concern me if you
had a single shred of evidence

proving that
it was actually true.

He targeted
Harold Cooper,

the Assistant Director of
the FBI, tried to frame him.

Mere accusations.

And the
bartender that he forced

into helping him
was also killed.

How sad.

Not that some bartender
was killed,

but that you can't seem
to accept reality.

Yeah?
And what's that?

You have nothing.

You can't connect my client
to either murder.

This frame-up sounds like
total fiction.

That we can prove.

He was blackmailing
Mr. Cooper.

We have your client's voice
on a recording.

No, you have an altered voice
on a recording.

You made assumptions when
you descrambled the voice,

but you can't be sure if you
accurately reversed the process.

The NYPD confirmed
that it was Cole.

It sounds like Cole.

Sounds like.

I've heard enough.
Get him the hell out of here.

Already? I'm just
getting started.

Hell, I've not said a word yet
about Agent Keen.

And there it is.

The motive.

I assume you know about
the tracking device

recovered from Agent Keen?

I may have heard
something, yes.

Then maybe you want to
tell us why your client

acquired a tracking device
that was then used

to stalk and murder
one of our agents?

He bought the tracker.
That's not a crime.

You can't prove he caused
Keen to ingest it,

and you can't prove he had
any contact with Vandyke.

How do you know
that name?

Enough. Agent Park, take
Mr. Lacroix to Interrogation Two.

Give him two minutes with
his client, no more, understood?

Thank you.

I'll leave you folks
to talk amongst yourselves.

Don't even say it.

I have to.
He's right.

I warned you, we didn't have
enough without a confession.

Don't tell me we're cutting
this guy loose.

What do you want to do,
Donald?

Charge him?
And then what?

Watch our case
just fall apart? No.

We're gonna do this, we do it
once and we make it stick.

So that's a yes?

We're just gonna let Cole
walk out of here?

Raymond was right.

****

Mr. Cole,
your lawyer's here.

Took you long enough.

Have a seat.

I'd rather not.

I have a feeling we won't
be staying here much longer.

They're releasing me?
Let's not talk here.

My car is outside.

I'll explain when we get back
to my office.

** Looking down
on empty streets

** All she can see

** Are the dreams
all made solid

** Are the dreams made real

** All of the buildings
and all of the cars...

I'll say it.

This job
can be confusing,

and I've been lost
plenty of times before,

but I have no idea
who those guys are

or what the heck it is
we're dealing with.

Let's get a wiretap warrant
for Cole's phone.

I'll ask around on the Hill,
see if anyone knows Lacroix.

I'll tell Cooper
the bad news.

It's not over yet.

Raymond will know
what to do.

** Wait until darkness comes...

****

What's his name?

Reginald Cole.

He's a former
New York police detective.

And they're
releasing him?

Not happily.

But they know
the Justice Department

is watching their every move,
so they won't charge

if there's a possibility
the case won't hold up.

Guess it's his lucky day.

Hardly.

If Cole
wants to live,

his best chance

is to stay inside
that building.

He's burned, and whoever
he works for knows it.

Well, he's not
the only one.

Now the lawyer's
burned, too.

Chuck.

I want them as soon
as they're on the road.

** In your daddy's arms...

That's them.

You want to hit them
in transit?

Don't you want to find out
where they're going?

They're leaving now.
Intercept in five minutes.

****

****

Weecha,
get us out of here.

****

** Anne, with her father

** Anne, with her father

** Is out in the boat

** Is out in the boat

** Riding the water

** Riding the water

** Riding the waves

** On the sea **

****