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Thanks.

Put that on my tab.

Be right back.

No strings attached.

You just look like
you're having a tough night.

Thank you.

Lippinger-Carter, right?

I thought you looked familiar.
I've seen you in

the elevator.
The elevator. Yeah.

Marketing. Portfolio management.

Which is what exactly?

Boring. Hmm.

Do you mind if I... No.

But I warn you, I'm not very

Good company.

No problem.

And if you're looking for a
good bridge to jump off,

I know all the best.

Roosevelt's closest.

Yeah. But key bridge
is so much more picturesque.

I'm Joe.

I'm Philomena.

Wait. Can anyone see us?

No. We're good.

Wait, wait.

Wait, it's stuck.

What happened?

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Kaplan.

I thought... I was dead.

I know.

The reports were greatly
exaggerated.

A Katai fellowship.

You do realize
how prestigious that is?

When is the meeting?
This afternoon.

Mrs. Panabaker's here.
And she does not look happy.

Samar was nominated
for a Katai fellowship.

No kidding.
That is so fantastic.

We should see what she wants.

She can't hate me
forever, right?

That depends. Define "forever".

Eighty-six bodies
at an ice rink in Reston.

An anonymous tipster claims

every one of them's
a former associate

or competitor
of Raymond Reddington.

Yeah. And?

Eighty-six bodies,
agent Ressler, 86!

It wasn't our idea
to paper a deal

with the most dangerous criminal
in the western hemisphere.

That decision was made by
Diane Fowler at main justice.

Please, Harold.

Is that the "just following orders"
card I hear slapping the felt?

It wasn't my idea to be put
in charge of this task force.

Ressler was chasing after
Reddington for years

trying to put him behind bars.

Agent Keen has had
her life turned inside out.

I sympathize. Really, I do.

But we've got a political
hurricane on our hands

and everybody is heading
to the storm cellar.

And if they connect
those bodies to you,

main justice will cut ties
and disavow.

The Ag has fast-tracked an
investigation into the bodies.

Way I hear it,
man in charge on the case

is wild as a peach orchard hog.

What a stink.

That stink...

That stink is the smell
of injustice.

These people aren't victims.
They worked with Reddington.

What's that supposed
to mean exactly?

That their wives
didn't love them?

That their kids don't miss them?

That their murders
should go unsolved?

Is that what you're saying,

officer Winchell? Hmm?

You're messing with me, right?

No, I ain't messing with you.

It was a pleasure to meet you,
officer Winchell.

Special agent Julian Gale.

Now I'm gonna need some space.

Everybody!

I want this site cleared.

Yes, you. Let's go.
All of you. Come on.

Let's go.

Everyone out. Thank you,

and goodbye.

I'm sorry.

This is all my fault.

Excuse me. Carl?

Sorry to bother you at work.
Ethan Begby.

Uh, sheriff gave me
your name and address.

Sheriff?

No, no. Nothing like that.

I'm looking for my aunt Kate.

I understand you picked her up along
the highway a few months ago.

Apparently someone happened
to spot her in your truck

and mentioned it to the sheriff.

She said her name was Sheila.

Ah! I was afraid of that.

We think she was in an accident.

We found her car in a ravine
along with her medication.

Sweet as pie, Kate.

And still fairly sharp
when she's on her meds.

But without those pills...

My ma had dementia
before the cancer got her.

Oh, I'm so sorry. It's a
terrible, terrible thing.

The whole family's been
frantic since she disappeared.

She was okay last I saw her.

Yes? Where was that, exactly?

Good afternoon.

I'd like to enquire about
one of your previous guests.

And you are?

Officer Simmons. State police.

I can always tell.

Must be something in the voice.

So what can I do you for, sir?

I'm looking for
a woman traveling alone.

She's gone missing.

And all evidence indicates

she may have stayed here
on the night of November 10th.

I'm hoping you have some record.
Yeah.

Right. It's in here.

Yes. Sheila barker.

Five nights. She paid cash.

Room four.

I need to look at that room.

Your life
as you know it is over, Joe.

But I'm going to give you
the chance I was denied.

All you have to do is walk away.

Leave Raymond Reddington.

I won't betray him.

The answer is no.

The person who unearthed the bodies
goes by the name of Mr. Kaplan.

She's Reddington's cleaner and
one of his closest confidantes.

Why is she at war with him?

Ressler.
I got two questions for you.

One. What are you working on? And two.
Can you get reassigned?

Gale? Donnie.

What do you mean, reassigned?

I didn't even know you were
still with the bureau.

Yeah.

I had to, uh,
step away for a bit.

But I'm back

and I'm standing in the middle of
a freezing cold ice-skating rink

surrounded by 86 corpses.

The bureau called me up.

They want me to connect
them to Reddington.

So I called you to see if you
want to work together again.

I don't know. What do you
mean, you don't know?

Did you not hear me?
I'm talking about Reddington.

Look, I heard what you said.
I'm just...

I'm just in the middle
of something. All right?

Okay. Well, does it involve
bringing down Reddington?

Not exactly.

Well, then it's not important.

Do me a favor. Think about it.

Actually, no.

Don't think about it
and get your ass down here

so we can finally
finish what we started.

Everything okay?

No, it's not.

That was the peach orchard hog.

Name's Julian Gale.

We worked together
on that Reddington task force.

He asked me to join him.

Maybe you should.

Keep up with the investigation.
Stay a step ahead.

You don't need me to stay one
step ahead of his investigation,

'cause I'll tell you right now
what he's gonna find.

The truth.

What must be known eventually
should be known immediately.

Yeah.

Raymond. We have a problem.

Peracchio's been arrested.

What? How?

Trussed like a Tom Turkey and dumped
in front of the 9th precinct.

A detailed financial statement tying
him to you pinned to his chest.

It would seem
Kate has started her endgame.

Pull the fire alarm, Marvin,
let the others know,

go to ground. Got it.

That includes you.

Wherever you are, leave.
Assume you've been made.

I didn't just get born, Raymond.

I've been at large
for two years now.

You're not safe. Nobody is.

I'll be in touch.

Something else
I can help you with?

You're entirely too helpful.

I wanna hear those tapes.

I'm not some type
of sicko, you know?

People fascinate me.

I'm not here to judge. I just
need to hear Sheila's tape.

She was a peculiar one.

A real loner.

Hardly a word from her all day,

and then she'd cry like
a baby in her sleep.

Now, I get it all 'cause the
recorders are voice-activated.

If you'll give me a minute, sir.

Hello, I'm staying at the
pine needle motor court.

Do you deliver out this way?

No, no service today. I only
need a few clean towels, please.

Thank you for coming, miss...

Please, call me Philomena.

Please, call me Philomena.

She uses a mononym, Philomena.

This woman has elevated

the rickety practice
of bounty hunting

to a, sort of, performance art.

One of the most effective ways
to retrieve an unwilling target

is to slip under their radar,

get close, make a friend,

that's where Philomena shines.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but agent Keen told us
about Mr. Kaplan.

And I need to ask.

Is it true that you shot her because
she tried to help agent Keen

and her family
escape to a normal life?

Yes.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Kaplan's efforts

ran counter
to her intended consequence.

Mr. Kaplan has told the
authorities about the ice rink.

The bodies.

They've ordered
an investigation.

I'm sure they have.

This is a real problem.

We're talking about 86 bodies.

Not an innocent bystander
in the bunch, Harold.

Still, 86.

I suppose it's lucky they haven't
started popping up overseas.

Still, in all, the problem
we're talking about, Harold,

is a political one.

Rest assured, your government

will sweep this whole tawdry
mess under a rug

providing we continue to
deliver the goods on my list.

So, Philomena.

After studying her subject
for weeks, or even months,

and acquiring whatever skills
she might need along the way,

Philomena enters her target's
life as if by mere coincidence,

or accident.

Oh, my god!

Are you all right?
Yeah, I think so...

No. Don't move.
No, it's okay, it's okay.

I'm fine. Ow! Oh, my god.

I'm totally fine.
At least let me pay

for the damage to your bike.
Okay.

Let's just exchange
information, okay?

Philomena's Patience and subtlety
are what make her so credible.

And you think Mr. Kaplan hired
her to kidnap your finance guy?

Joe Peracchio, yes.

And if my instincts are correct,

she's going after more
of my people right now.

I'm off to see an individual

who, I believe,
also employed her services.

I suggest that you start at the bar
where Peracchio was last seen.

Navabi, see what you can find
at the abduction site.

Keen, go with Reddington.

So, I get a babysitter now?

I haven't had a babysitter
since Brenda Gilroy.

My god. Pot pies, Lawrence
Welk, bath time with Brenda.

Still my perfect Saturday night.

Excellent. Excellent.
Can I help you?

Yes, congratulations,
congressman Edelstein.

Aron's going to make you and
your wife very, very proud.

Do we know you?

Howard Klein, the Swidlow Bris?

It's okay, just consider me
a fellow traveler.

One who understands
and appreciates

the importance
of strong family bonds

and the critical role these
milestones play in forging them.

Yes, of course.

It's the small things. Mmm?

Like bricks in a fortress.

And well worth defending,
by the way.

Or hiring someone to defend.

Like, ah, Philomena,
for instance.

Can you give us a moment?

Who the hell are you?

You engaged Philomena

to compromise
a certain tennis instructor

at the town and country
racquet club

who was carrying on a long-term
fervid affair with your wife,

thereby preserving your marriage
for this happy occasion.

I believe his name was chip. What
kind of a name is that? Chip.

Is it short for something?
Chipper? Chipwick or...

What do you want? Money?

All I want is to know the means
by which you contacted Philomena.

Consider it a mitzvah.

There's a place on 29th,
Randy's boot emporium.

You go to the repair counter
in the back

and ask for ticket 652.

After you've been vetted, if
you're cleared, you'll get a call.

Sir, Mr. Reddington was right.

Twenty seconds after he left,

the owner of the boot store
made a call.

I'm tracing it now,
but the route package

is hidden within multiple
layers of encryption. So...

DC Metro found Peracchio's car
abandoned in Adams Morgan.

There's not much to go on,

but they did find traces of
cement powder on the floor mat.

Cement powder?

It was mixed with copper,

which indicates that
the powder was transferred

from an active
construction site.

Dispatch ERT to gather samples
from construction sites,

starting where they recovered the
car and fanning out from there.

Uh, I'll do it.

Uh, agent Navabi has her interview
for the Katai fellowship today.

How could I forget. Good luck.
They'd be lucky to have you.

Special agent Donald Ressler.

Good to see you too, Julian.

Get that hand out of the way.
Good to see you.

By the way, you're welcome.

For what? Inviting me
to the morgue?

"For what"?

For yanking you away from whatever
the bureau has got you working on

to do some real work. Come here.

You remember the leads that
we used to have on Reddington

that would just evaporate

every time some person of
interest would magically vanish?

Well, guess what,
they're all here.

They're no longer
missing persons.

Eighty-six bodies.

What do you think that means?

Eighty-six active
homicide investigations.

You remember
tiger Branson, right?

Hmm? Lou Capote?

Junior Wallace.

Jesus, these are guys
that we all tried to turn.

Guys that we got killed.

Look, don,

this is our chance to wash
some blood off our hands.

Yeah, but we're not gonna
get Reddington

with the Lou Capote's
of the world.

These are just scumbags
nobody cares about.

Ladies, can I have a second?
Thank you.

Agent Ressler, I'd like for
you to meet the former head

of the criminal division of
United States justice department.

Miss Diane... Fowler.

Miss Diane Fowler.

This, these bodies,

they're like a big wet kiss
on the mouth.

Now, I don't know who the kiss
is from, but whoever it is,

they obviously want Reddington's
head as badly as we do.

And I didn't think
that was possible.

Come on, I want to
show you something else.

Tell me, how's Tom?

He's having
a hard time, actually.

Is he?

Finding out truths about who
you really are is never easy.

How is Agnes?

She's amazing.

May I come up and see her?

If you'll do something for me.

Name it.

When I thought
you'd killed Mr. Kaplan,

I felt responsible,

and not just responsible,
I felt complicit.

It wasn't about you.

She made her choice.
Her. Not you.

Yes. But she did it for me.

Can't you see that if you
hurt her, you are hurting me?

I will help you stop her, but
I will not let you hurt her.

Now, I need you to look me in the eye
and tell to me you won't harm her.

I can't do that, Elizabeth.

Then you can't come up.

I haven't laid eyes on Agnes since
the night I helped you escape.

So big.

Whatever are you feeding her?

You risked your life for our
family and he shot you for it.

He shot you.

I can never make that right,
but I can protect you.

I can keep you safe.

But that would mean that I
have to take you into custody.

You are safe, you are loved,
you are wise.

Where did you hear those words?

I know those words.

Yes, dearie. You know them
because I said them to you

many times a day
when you were a baby.

That can't be true.

Regular affirmations build
a child's self-confidence,

you're proof of that.

It's no surprise you don't remember
with all you've been through.

You and I were very close once.

You knew me as Katya.

I was your nanny.

I don't believe you.

Your mother hired me
to care for you.

I promised her that I would
defend you with my life.

The reason
I'm telling you this now

is so that you'll listen
to me when I beg you,

walk away.

I gave the authorities enough
to put him away forever.

But you and your team must disavow
any knowledge of the task force.

So, you served Reddington up on
a silver platter to the FBI?

You did that for me?

Not you, Elizabeth.

I've already failed you.

I did it for Agnes.

I can protect my own daughter
just fine, thank you.

Like you did today?

What if I was
one of Raymond's enemies

that would do anything
to get at him?

Please, do what your mother
never had the courage to do

until it was too late,

walk away from Raymond.

Uh, hello? Bronwyn, hi.

It's Alexa.

I'm the one
who hit you with my car.

Oh, yeah, right.

I'm sure my insurance agent
would kill me for calling you,

but I just need to know
that you're okay.

I'm okay, thanks.

Did you see a doctor yet?

I didn't need to.

You can't be too careful
with head injuries.

No, I really... I wasn't hurt.

Okay.

Well, if it's a matter of
money maybe I could help out.

Hello?

Bronwyn?

It's just... What's wrong?

My husband, um...

- My ex-husband.
- I...

I left him and we're
in a custody battle.

He's trying to steal
my little girl.

And if he found out
that I caused an accident...

Honey. You were on a bicycle.

I should have been more careful.

No, I just need to keep my job
and my head above water.

What can I do? Just tell me.

I mean, you could just...

Just forget about me, just
forget about the accident.

I'm... I'm so sorry.
I have to go.

Is it true?

She was at my apartment.
What did she want?

A clear shot at Reddington.

That's not going to happen.
She knows that.

It's more of a wish,
a hope, to protect Agnes.

I got a hit on the trace.
It's a pay phone

near a construction site
in Anacostia.

There are vacant warehouses
all around that area.

Could be we've located
our blacklister.

I'm rolling out there now.
Let's do it.

Hey.

So, what's all this?

Diane Fowler's living room.

It was catalogued, crated
and stored in evidence.

Seems the bureau spares no
expense for their leadership.

We're gonna
reconstruct the whole scene.

And we're gonna dissect it
until we find what we need.

This is extreme, even for you.

I'm just getting warmed up.

Are you working on anything
related to Reddington?

Is anybody?

Were you ever given
a satisfactory answer

as to why the task force
was disbanded by the bureau?

Why all of a sudden
everyone just gave up?

From one minute to the next...

You didn't, did you?

No. He flipped.

Nobody's looking for Reddington
because he already turned himself in.

Torrent downloaded from RARBG

That, right there,
what you just said,

that is why I love you.

Because you are
a crazy son of a bitch.

What can I say?
I'm here to amuse.

"He turned himself in."

That... that's good.

With you down for the count
for the last few days,

I've felt the consequences
of your absence on my soul.

So, you bought me shoes?

No, no, not now.

And not shoes.

A parting gift.

I don't understand, Raymond.

Most of my associates
are under the impression

that once I've granted them a favor,
they're indebted to me for life.

But it's a false assumption.

They're indebted to me because
I make them a lot of money.

They're loyal to me
because I've earned it.

It's good business.

But at the end of the day,

it's just business.

In service of what?

Safety? Security?

The health and well-being
of the ones we love?

Well, I really only
have one friend.

You're my friend.

And I...

I misjudged you in a way

that no apology can suffice.

I'm ashamed of that.

I want you to keep that box, and
on the day you decide to leave...

I'm not going to leave.

But you can.

At any point of your own choosing,
I'll insist that you do.

No questions asked,
no debts accrued,

with our friendship
intact and flourishing.

For we'll have
new lands to discover,

not as co-workers,
but as cohorts.

Whether it's today or Tomorrow
or 10 years from now,

that's when you open the box.

FBI!

Move!

I wonder how long
she's been staying here.

Alexa Feist.
And who might you be?

We're missing a brown
leather wingback chair.

I mean, just like that one,
they were sold as a pair.

It's clearly where Fowler
was sitting when she was shot.

It's easier to throw out
than to clean.

They didn't find
any trace evidence?

No. And therein lies the tale.

There's no
unaccounted-for DNA anywhere.

It all belonged to Fowler
and to teacup.

Her dog.

Watch out, pomeranians
have tiny bladders.

Now, this chair,
no hairs, no fiber, no DNA.

No nothing, I mean,
we're talking antiseptic.

Obviously, cleaned by
a professional.

So, the killer sits here.

Directly across from the victim.

You're the dirty rat, Diane.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey.
- Relax, Donny.

All right, now, the turntable
was scrubbed of DNA,

so was the record
that was on it.

Gordon Lightfoot.

Sundown.

So, what, are you suggesting that
Reddington put on some music

after killing a woman
in cold blood?

No, the evidence suggests it.

In addition,
a path was cleared of DNA

from the killer's chair, across
the floor, to that window.

Now, that windowpane was cleaned
at a center height of 5'10".

Reddington's height.

Let's take that to a judge.

I'm not saying we have enough
to hang the guy,

I'm saying that
we're closing in.

I know the truth, red.

Do you think
she's setting him up?

Who?

His cleaner.

Why did you just say she?

Fits Reddington's profile.

He's extremely comfortable
in the company of women.

The guy's a gentleman,
he's old-fashioned.

Since when did you
profile, Donny?

I mean, you might be right.

So, he shoots Fowler,
he comes over here,

and he stares out the window.
He's listening to sundown.

The strum of the guitar.

The voice of a man
who's seen too much sorrow.

You know, there is a chance

this music was on
before Reddington got here.

And I think you're right, I
think the cleaner is a woman.

Comes here,
she cleans the turntable,

she cleans the album.

But did she clean this?

A record cleaning brush.

It's full of prints. Mmm-hmm.

Well, partner,

we're finally gonna
nail Reddington.

A skinny mocha latte.

I'm not stalking you, I swear.
Well, I kind of am.

But I need to talk to you,
just for a minute.

How did you know where I work?

You were wearing the shirt
when I hit you.

Listen.

I know how hard it is
to be a young working mother.

No, this is just temporary.
I mean, I... you know,

to show the courts
that I have a stable job.

I'm gonna go back to school.

My point exactly.

To be doing all that alone,

and fighting a spiteful
husband in court,

you need help.

My brother's a trial attorney,

like, born with a silver tongue.

He said he'd consider helping
you, as a favor to me.

Will you just meet with him?

Yeah, that would be amazing.

What's with the long face?

We pulled a print
off the Fowler crime scene.

Reddington's? Possibly.

If it is, it ties him
to her murder.

Haven't run it yet.

And you don't know
if you should.

No, I know I should.

But if I do, this could all end
and we might end up in jail.

Remember that number
we found, Alexa Feist?

Did she finally answer? No.

But I looked into who she is.

PTA, rotary club.

Pure vanilla.

Why would Philomena have
anything to do with her?

Well, she isn't interested in her,
she's interested in her brother.

Alexa Feist's maiden name
is Gerard.

As in Marvin Gerard.
Reddington's lawyer.

Kaplan's using Philomena to
go after his closest allies.

Boo!

Marvin.

This is Bronwyn, the woman
I was telling you about.

Open the door. Yeah.

- Reddington.
- What's going on?

Marvin Gerard
is Philomena's next target.

She's trying to pull him out
of hiding by using his sister.

We're headed to her place now.
No.

First secure Marvin.

I'll call to alert him
you're coming.

Once he's safe
you see to the sister.

Write down this address...

Look, I can't
represent you in court,

but I can draft up some briefs that
you can bring to any attorney.

And your ex-husband,
he won't know what hit him.

Wow!

I don't... I can't thank you enough.
Both of you. I...

It's the least I could do after
what I put you through. Hmm.

If you're gonna
get yourself hit by a car,

you can't do much better
than my sister.

She's been taking in wounded
animals her whole life.

Yeah, that's what I hear.

I thought you two just met.

Hello?

You've been targeted, Marvin.

Our people are on their way.

Until they arrive,
don't let anyone in.

Marvin. Too late.

Hang up.

I'm so sorry.

Alexa, this is not your fault.

She's a professional.

This is what she does.

Look, I will do
whatever you want.

Just let my sister go.

Well, that's good
'cause I'm only here for you.

Hold it to your neck.

Clear.

Here.

My brother, she took him.

How long ago? Ten minutes.

Did you see
the vehicle she was driving?

She drove me here.

Green SUV, gray interior. Did
you see the license plate?

- Any identifying marks?
- No.

Oh, uh... Aram.

There was a barcode sticker
on my side window.

It's a rental.

The barcode's used for scanning
the vehicle in and out.

We found a local company
that rented a green SUV

to a woman matching
Philomena's description.

Does the vehicle have a GPS
system that we can track?

Actually, the rental company
already enabled

the stolen vehicle recovery
feature for us.

We've tracked the target
heading south on 210.

Agents Keen and Navabi
are en route.

That's her.

Don't move!

Hands in the air!

There's no one there.
On your knees.

Gerard. Where's Marvin Gerard?

Hello, Marvin.

I wish I could say
it was good to see you.

Tell me how I can find Kaplan.

You're not leaving here
until I know.

Why are you
so worried about her?

I mean, she's doing your job for
you, going after Reddington.

I'm trying to protect her. Hmm!

Sure you are.

Nothing?

No stream of invectives?
No mediation offers?

Perhaps a lecture
on criminal ethics?

What's the point?

I'm looking at a dead woman.

I've been underestimated before.

Why the hell didn't you run?

You survived a gunshot to
the head, lord knows how.

That's the mother-loving
lottery, right there.

Take your ticket
and board a jet plane, sister.

Why come back to this cesspool?

To clean it up.

You think maybe you're taking this
whole cleaner concept a bit too far?

Look, it's pretty simple.

Either we find Kaplan first,
or Reddington does.

Who do you think she stands
a better chance with?

Put yourself in my shoes.

How could I possibly believe
that you want to protect Kaplan?

Because I just found out
Kate Kaplan held me as a baby.

I'm not cleaning Raymond's mess.

I'm taking responsibility
for my own.

I enabled him, Marvin.
You did, too.

He used us.

That's an alternative truth.

I provide Reddington with a service
for which I am very well-compensated.

He takes care of me. Does he?

He forced the FBI
to release you from prison

a week before your parole,

so that you could become
his accomplice

and help him escape
during a police standoff.

You had a new fiancee
at the time.

A whole life waiting.

What do you have now, Marvin?

Alone,

on the run,

until you die?

Unless you help yourself.

I'm not turning
state's evidence against him,

no way.

I'm sorry to hear that, Marvin.

I'm so honored
that you could meet me here.

Just to be considered
for this...

Katai fellowships are designed
to groom members

of law enforcement to become
policy leaders on a broader scale.

Now, you've written extensively
about islamophobia

in law enforcement.

As a female, and a Muslim,
you've got a unique perspective

on this perceived issue.

I do.

Enough to know
that it's not a perception

it's a reality.

I'm sorry, you know what I mean.

No, I don't.

People are afraid.

Because their leaders
tell them they should be.

But since 9/11, 180,000 people

have died from gun violence
in this country,

only 94 have been killed
by Muslim terrorists.

That is what I would call
a perceived issue.

I won't apologize
for being passionate.

Nor would I ask you to.

Tell me about
growing up in Iran.

And?

It didn't match.

What?

The print.
It's not Reddington's.

That's impossible. Did they
even run it through AFIS?

Yeah, the unsub
wasn't in the system.

Well, there you have it.

The system's rigged.

What're you talking about?

The system's rigged by
Reddington, for Reddington.

It's the only explanation,
I mean,

he's got somebody on the inside.

You said so yourself.

I was kidding. Well, I'm not.

What about that fed he went
on the run with, hmm?

The one you hunted?

That's our next move,

we start with Elizabeth Keen.

She finally turned,
Kaplan's headed to Vienna.

Ah! Springtime in Vienna.

The markets are a bit crowded,
but the flowers, oh, my gosh,

a simple walk to the U-bahn
is full of glory.

I'll let you two talk.
Like hell. Stay put.

I'm contacting
homeland security,

then we'll come up
with an action plan.

Together.

Excellent work, agent Keen.

How'd you do it?

How'd you change
the fingerprint?

The fingerprint?
Don't play dumb.

The one Gale and Ressler found

that connects you
to the death of Diane Fowler.

I assure you
I know nothing of it.

I heard about the fingerprints.

You did the right thing.
Yeah, I know.

I sent the prints in.

So, your guess is as good as mine
as to why they came back negative.

You think Reddington has someone
else at the bureau in his pocket?

I don't know. Maybe.

But what I do know
is that working with Gale,

I mean, the guy's
an inspiration.

He never lets
anything slide. Ever.

Kind of reminds me
of the way I used to be.

The Reven Wright case?

Laurel Hitchin murdered her.

I know that in my bones.

And I'm not gonna let this go
until I can prove it.

Navabi. Congratulations,
agent Navabi.

I'm pleased to inform you

the board has selected you
for the fellowship.

Uh, that's...

Thank you so much.
I don't know what to say.

No thanks necessary.

Except,
perhaps to agent Mojtabai.

He was the one
who recommended you.

"Agent Mojtabai"? Yes.

He sang your praises
quite convincingly.

Is this your way of trying to
appease me, with this fellowship?

I know you nominated me.

Because you'd be perfect.
Well, I got it.

That's amazing.
I turned it down.

I have wanted this for years.

You never nominated me before.

Now, I catch you in a lie

and all of a sudden
you think I deserve it?

You do. Well, I
deserved it a year ago.

And the year before that.

Sir, as we've explained
to your counsel,

the bureau will protect
you and your family

as long as you cooperate fully.

Now, let's start
from the beginning.

Why don't you tell us how you
first met Raymond Reddington.

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.

You should be resting.
I'm tired of resting.

We should find Kate.

Okay.

Let's get some supper first.

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