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♪ I'm counting bones
of your casualties ♪

♪ You dig up demons
like a sweet addiction ♪

♪ Feeding me fear
so you can take control ♪

♪ You're gonna crumble,
crumble, mm-hmm ♪

♪ Don't you see you're
drowning in your gold? ♪

♪ Heavy ego weighing down your throat ♪

♪ And now the cracks
are creepin' up your tower ♪

♪ You'll crumble, crumble, mm-hmm ♪

♪ Playin' God with that facade ♪

♪ Won't get you your Camelot ♪

♪ Payback's hanging in the air ♪

♪ Payback for your wicked lies ♪

♪ Storm clouds rollin' in up high ♪

♪ Singe and scorch the crimson sky ♪

♪ Payback's hanging in the air ♪

♪ Payback for your wicked lies ♪

♪ Tick tock, tick tock ♪

- [HORN BLOWING]
- [SEAGULLS CRYING]

[TERMINAL MANAGER] Excuse me. Sir?

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute! Can you stop?

I need to talk to you!

So, how'd we look? Pass inspection?

Flying colors. No infractions.

All right. So we're good to go?

I gotta start loading if we're
gonna make our departure.

Gotta lotta chop out there today.

Always feel bad for the schmuck
who's gotta clean the head

after a bumpy ride. [CHUCKLES]

You go ahead and get
those people on board.

Wouldn't want anyone to miss the ferry.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]

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I brought some treats for Agnes.

You'll never guess where I got them.

The New Jersey Turnpike.

A diabolically inhumane

and utterly demoralizing length of road

that surprisingly strings together

an intriguing collection
of, eh, travel plazas.

Rest stops.

Each of which is named
after a historical dead person

somehow associated with Jersey,

from Walt Whitman,

who frankly, I would associate
more with New York...

To Vince Lombardi,
who I believe everyone

would associate
with Green Bay, Wisconsin.

They have gummy snakes three feet long.

You drove yourself
from New York this morning

to tour the New Jersey rest stops?

Last night, but yes.

It was a welcome addition
to the itinerary.

I had an early meeting about
a construction project.

But I'm finding I prefer
being under my own steam.

On the way back, I'm stopping for a ride

on the tallest roller coaster
in North America.

I'm scared to death.

I was sorry to hear about Robert Vesco.

I know you two were close.

Too close, I'm afraid.

Robert was fond of saying

that he taught me everything I know.

But he didn't ever really know
the half of who or what I am.

It was a terrible mistake

bringing him deeper into my world.

And, tragically, he was the one
to pay the price for it.

He did save Dembe's life.

Yes, he did do that.

And that's a fine legacy.

But I'll miss him,
and it's entirely my fault.

Usually is.

How is Dembe feeling?

He's back to work.
I told him he could take more time.

- [CELLPHONE RINGING]
- But the FBI doctors cleared him,

and he said he'd rather work than not.

Excuse me.

Good morning.

Turn on the local news, Harold.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]

But why am I only hearing
about this now?

- As details continue to emerge...
- I see.

I'll follow up with you
about this later.

My God. What happened?

Alban Veseli happened.

The Freelancer?

You think he's responsible for this?

After Wujing broke Veseli
out of custody,

I told my associate
to put his invisible army

of service industry troops on alert.

A deckhand working on
a tender ship by the piers

reported seeing a man
matching Veseli's description

near the ferry terminal...

hours ago.

I'm only sorry
the tip didn't come in sooner.

[COOPER] Here's someone
who needs no introduction...

The Freelancer, AKA Alban Veseli.

We've seen how Veseli hides the identity

of assassination targets

by taking them out
in large-scale disasters.

Sacrificing dozens
or even hundreds of lives

to kill a single individual.

NTSB is reporting 35 passengers
and 7 crew members dead

in Baltimore Harbor this morning.

We've already taken this guy out, twice.

What's it gonna take for us
to keep him down?

Reddington believes this event is tied

directly to Wujing's plan

to expose the task force's
connection to him.

That would explain why Wujing
went to extreme lengths

to break Veseli out of custody.

Who was The Freelancer
targeting by sinking that ferry?

And how does the death
of that target help Wujing?

What's his end game here?

These are questions we need to answer.

Do we have any leads on the target?

I sent you all copies
of the passenger manifest

and pulled a few notable victims

that have been identified already.

David Broderick,
South Baltimore city council.

Sarah Miller, on parole
for counterfeiting.

And Wade Han, over a dozen arrests

for weapons trafficking and assault.

Do any of these people have
a connection to Reddington?

I don't recognize any of them.

Or anyone else
on the passenger manifest.

Agent Malik, keep digging
into possible targets.

Ressler, Dembe, head to the docks.

Look for anything
that might help us find Veseli.

I'll notify the NTSB
that you're on your way.

[SEAGULLS CRYING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[RESSLER] Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey, how you doing? FBI.

Thank you.

[WOMAN GASPING]

Are you okay, ma'am?

Did you know someone on board?

Uh, Joanie Wilson, my daughter.

She commutes on the ferry.
She's not answering her phone.

There's a Red Cross volunteer inside.

They're handling all inquiries
for concerned family members.

Oh, thank you.

Show some courtesy and respect.

There are people here in pain.

Sorry, man. My bad.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

[AGENT] It's too early
to determine exact cause.

But before the ferry went down,

the captain reported a loud noise

from a rupture in the engine room.

It may have jeopardized
the integrity of the hull.

What's the likelihood of
something like that ever happening?

I don't know.
We'll know more after the investigation.

There is something weird, though.

I'm all ears.

According to the terminal manager,

the ship received
a clean safety inspection

from a marine inspector
for the Coast Guard.

Would that inspector have
access to the engine room?

Yeah, sure.

The engine room's one of
the primary areas of focus

when it comes to safety.

Nobody else by the waterline, got it?

Keep the dock clear.

We still have bodies in the water.

[DEMBE] Excuse me, sir.
Can we speak with you?

We're with the FBI.

Of course, whatever you need.

NTSB said you're the one who dealt

with the Coast Guard inspector
this morning.

Was there an inspection
scheduled for today?

Well, no. But that's not unusual.

Coast Guard inspections
are usually a surprise.

Did anyone accompany the inspector

- while he was on the ferry?
- There's no need.

They know their way around the vessels.

So he was alone in the engine room.

I guess. Unless there were
crew members present.

Why? What are you thinking?

Was this the guy you met with?

Yeah, that's him.

Where exactly did you
speak with him? On board?

No. Right on the dock.

He was throwing away his gloves.

Thank you.

Hey.

Oof!

Some kind of chemical on this.

We gotta get this analyzed. Fast.

Our forensics team is already overloaded

with all the evidence coming in
from the ferry and the victims.

You know who we could call?

What about Reddington's pal?
What was his name? Harry?

Herbie. He came through in the past.

And he was quick.

As long as there's
no foosball tournament.

- Foosball?
- I'll tell you about it later.

Let me get in touch with Cooper,

see if he can't approve
Herbie coming in today.

We gotta get this analyzed immediately.

[RADIO ANNOUNCER] ...marine tragedy.

43 passengers and crew

have been confirmed dead at this time,

with several still unaccounted for.

Wujing is very pleased.

Well, he's gonna love
what I have planned next.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS]

[WOMAN HUMMING]

[CONVERSING IN SPANISH]

Gracias. Gracias.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Papi, get the door.
- Ay.

- Raymond!
- Hello, Rogelio.

Oh, I'm interrupting, lo siento.

No, no, no, of course not.
It's an honor to have you.

You've got quite the operation
going here.

After so many years of washing sheets,

I saw some room for improvement.

Oh, feel this.

Soft as a lamb, durable too,
like nothing else on the market.

Oh, my. That is nice.

You must be putting in
a tremendous amount of time

and effort into this project.

Mm-hmm.

That explains it.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Explains what?

I needed you to reach out to me

the moment Alban Veseli was spotted.

But I didn't hear from you

until after a dozen bodies
had washed ashore,

because your head is filled
with Egyptian cotton.

Raymond, I called you
the second that tip came in.

Rogelio, I need the full
attention of you

and every maid, bellhop,
and busboy on your payroll.

I'll triple the reward.
I'll... I'll stay up all night

and make sure everyone's on alert.

Well, about that.

I actually have a second request.

I need to stay in town
until I sort this out.

That wouldn't be a pull-out, would it?

As a possible investor,
I'd love a chance to test these sheets.

[CHUCKLES]

I am very proud to say
that one of us is celebrating

a year sober today.

Donald, why don't you come up here?

[APPLAUSE]

Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Want to say something?

- Go ahead.
- [SIGHS]

Thank you.

I mean, I really wouldn't
be here without

everyone in this room.

I used to think that going
it alone made me stronger.

But that's not true.

No, not in here, not out there.

No, real strength comes
from accepting that you're...

...accepting that you're weak...

and that it's okay to ask for help.

[APPLAUSE]

Powerful words, Donald.

Please don't ever make me do that again.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, there's a lot
of people that need help.

You ever, uh, you ever thought
about becoming a sponsor?

Sponsor?

No. No, that's a big step.

So is a year sober.

I think you're ready.

You, uh, you see that guy over there?

You're in similar lines of work.

You know better than anyone
how hard it is

to stay clean in this town...

in a high-stress job,
where everything's a secret.

I don't talk about my work here.

I know, but...

I've been leading meetings
in D.C. for a long time.

There's a... look.

You have it, so does he.

I think you could help each other.

[SIGHS]

- Can I think about it?
- Of course, take your time.

We'll talk about it
next meeting, all right?

Where are we right now?

Those were some crazy cool
security protocols.

I gotta be honest, when I saw
those blackout goggles,

I was like, "Whoa!"

I mean, this is like the modern-day

bag over the head
like in the movies, right?

Except I get to go home and kiss Holly,

make faces at Sue... right?

I get to go home, right?

You do.

Whoa!

Whoa, this is...

What is this?

Hey, Herbie. Thanks for helping us out.

I know you. We spoke on the phone.

Donald, right?

Agent Ressler.

And... And my man Dembe.

You're part of all this?
That is so cool.

How's it feel to be
on the straight and narrow?

It doesn't feel straight or narrow.

Herbie, why don't I show you the lab?

We need to find out how
that ferry was sabotaged.

Yeah, my Laminar Hood at home

is just not big enough for the job.

You know how it is.

Did Red set this up?

The fewer questions,
the better, Mr. Hambright.

Wait a minute.

Is this a black site?

I figured it out, right?

Which means that you guys are...

dramatic pause...

CIA.

- No.
- Oh, okay.

NSA.

Come on, Herbie.

Red's really anxious for those results.

NGA? NRO?

I know this can't be NCIS.
I've watched that for years.

It's nothing like this.

- Here?
- Yeah. Right here.

Bathroom's free.

[CHUCKLES]

I see you found my robe.

Oh, yes. I'm so sorry.

I hope you don't mind.

It was either this or young Teo's,

which nobody wants to see me in.

But I'm terribly sorry.

I'll replace it immediately.

Don't be silly. It looks very nice.

Just make yourself at home.

I need to help Ita.

She got up early to make you arepas.

Aww!

Gracias.

[CHUCKLES]

I think she has a crush on you.

Not half as much as I have on her.

You two keep spoiling me,
I'll have to extend my visit.

Careful, day two is when
Abuelita really makes her move.

- Ha! I can't wait.
- [CHUCKLES]

All right, so I ran a whole
bunch of tests on your glove.

The noxious fumes
come from a bacteria...

Leptospirillum ferricomedentis.

Is it dangerous?

I put my nose
pretty close to that thing.

No, as long as it didn't touch
your skin, you're okay.

It's not an infectious agent.

Ferrum,"iron." Comedentis,"devouring."

"Iron devouring."

And if anything, the name undersells it.

One swab could eat through
a nail in under an hour.

Normally, it's used
for industrial cleanup,

but it could also weaken

the tensile strength of a ship's hull.

If one were so inclined.

So The Freelancer rigged
the engine to blow,

but he wanted to make sure it
would punch a hole in the ship.

How would he get this bacteria?

It's heavily regulated and super rare.

But I tracked down the lab
that bio-engineers it.

I called the lab, and last week
they sold a vial

to the Appalachian Defense Alliance,

supposedly for cleaning up mining waste.

Supposedly?

The Appalachian Alliance
doesn't exist except on paper.

But their bank account
seemed real enough.

So I made a call and requisitioned
their transaction history.

[RESSLER] Gas masks, tools,
flammable solvents,

everything needed to punch
a hole in that ship.

Uh, yeah, except there's
only one problem.

Can you spot it?

Can you?

I did.

The solvents. Look at the...

It's the timestamps.

Yeah, they were purchased
yesterday afternoon.

After the ferry explosion.

So The Freelancer's planning

another high body count somewhere?

Thank you for your help today,
Mr. Hambright.

But maybe it's time for Agent
Malik to escort you back...

I'm... I'm all right. I'm good.

I could stay until you,
you know, get this guy.

I'm pretty invested now.

And I have a sitter till 6:00, so...

Oh, okay. Fine.

I suppose if we're facing
an arson attack

somewhere in the city,
we gotta use everything we can.

Uh, but, if it's all right...
is there, like, a snack room

or something where I could get a drink?

Just like a soda, some chips.

I've only had applesauce today.

[COOPER] Yes.

Agent Malik can show you the way.

[HERBIE] Oh, cool, great.

Mmm.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Gracias, Abuelita.

I couldn't eat another bite,

even though it is the best
arepa I have ever tasted.

- Ohh.
- Gracias.

- [DOOR SLAMS]
- [CHUCKLES]

Raymond.

Ah!

Excuse me.

There's gonna be another attack.

Right here, in downtown D.C.

How do you know this?

I just left the housekeeper
from the Broadhurst Hotel,

who saw a man who looked
exactly like Veseli go into a room.

She brought him an extra
towel to be sure,

and he gave her some cash.

Told her to take an early lunch

and don't come back to work today.

Well, we couldn't ask for a more
detailed tip than that, could we?

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

Reddington, I'm here with the team.

- We've got a situation.
- [RED] Yes, you do.

The Freelancer is at
the Broadhurst Hotel,

and he's planning
another attack imminently.

What exactly, I can't say.

We can.

We need to call D.C. Fire Department.

Tell them we got a suspected arson,

they need to send engines immediately.

I'll scramble EMS and Metro PD.

Ressler, Zuma, get to that hotel.

Malik, stay on the ferry manifest.

And, uh... look after our guest.

Oh, I just...

- [SIRENS WAILING]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

FBI.

We need to speak to
whoever's in charge here.

Fire Chief set up a command
post across the street

in the lobby of that building.

I think he's over there right now.

Thank you.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Excuse me.

Agents Ressler, Zuma, FBI.

Oh, they were lucky.

If you hadn't called when you did,

we would have lost the entire
9th floor and everyone on it.

But everyone's accounted for.

Is that where the fire started?

Apparently.

The point of origin
was a housekeeping closet.

Something flammable in there,

probably cleaning supplies, chemicals.

What about the guests who were
evacuated? Can we speak with them?

I've got the guests
cordoned off in the bullpen

while we take statements.

Anybody you want to talk to?

Let's start with everybody
on the 9th floor.

Can you think of any reason

someone might want to cause you harm?

Me? No.

No, of course not.

- Actually, uh, well...
- What?

You think someone would want to harm me?

No, I think someone
might want to harm me.

- I've got bookies.
- Well, you also have a wife.

They don't need to know that.

Well, now they do.

Wait. So, are you saying that you think

someone set that fire on purpose?

I don't know.

What?

Sorry, you don't know whether
you're in Washington

for business or pleasure?

Uh... Oh, no. Yeah.

Yeah, business, definitely.

But, uh, s-some pleasure, too. You know?

[CHUCKLES]

What exactly do you do for work?

Oh, me? I... I work at a bank.

I know you can't speculate,

but if you suspect this was arson,

you should really look at the manager.

I... I watch a lot of
true crime documentaries.

And there was this one,
where this girl went missing...

The press outside... I can't...

I don't want to be on...
on the news or...

or in the papers, especially anything

that might be shown in the, uh,
the... the Richmond area.

Sir, is that where your wife lives?

Wife? Psst, I don't...

[RESSLER] What kind of information
do you have access to at your bank?

Anything sensitive, confidential?

Oh, yeah. Absolutely.

My co-worker Emily, I was
the first person she told

when she got pregnant.

And I didn't tell anyone.

I told my dentist, but, I mean...

I think we meant anything
that might be related

to illegal activity.

I'm sorry, guys.

My brain just really,
like, can't right now.

You're really intense with
the badges and the questions.

- He's high.
- As a kite.

[NELSON] Are we almost done?

I-I was supposed to be out
of here hours ago, and I just...

You want to leave now?

We're being interrogated by the FBI.

Well, I mean, if they need
anything else,

I'll give them my...
my card, okay? Just...

And is... is there another way
out of here, you know,

away from the... cameras.

I just...

[SIGHS]

You know what?
Uh, I-I can't find my cards.

Uh, it's okay. We have your names.

I think we're all set.

We'll reach out if there's
anything else we need.

Yeah, I-I don't want my name
in the paper.

- Um, either of our names.
- [SCOFFS]

[DEMBE] Okay. Okay. Thank you, sir.

[UNDER BREATH] Seriously?

We have your payment for the tip.

But we just have a few
questions to ask you first.

Maria, please, have a seat.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]

Maria, Rogelio and I
are business associates.

And our business relies
on information...

accurate information.

Information that
people's lives depend on.

So you can imagine my surprise

when you turned up with
this individual's entire story

wrapped up in a nice, neat bow.

[SOBS]

Please, mister, I...

I-I have two babies.

Maria, the man Rogelio
asked you to look for...

did you find him, or did he find you?

He came to me...

when I arrived on the floor...

in the hallway.

He promised me $10,000

if I told Rogelio exactly what he said.

Go home to your children.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Maria.

You're forgetting something.

Raymond.

You're paying her for betraying us?

We offered Maria money
in exchange for information.

She may have fed us
the who, what, and where

on someone else's orders.

But the why she just gave us?

That's something to pay for.

And maybe a new stroller
for good measure.

You realize this all started
with that picture of us.

You think?

Ah, that was years ago.

And nobody really saw that.

I don't know.

We were both there. Together.

[SIGHS]

Would you give me a moment?

[DIALING TONES]

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

Raymond.

Have you identified a target
at the hotel?

Not yet.

How about the ferry?

Nothing yet there either.

I'm not surprised.

The source who led us
to the hotel came to Rogelio

on the instructions
of The Freelancer himself.

The Freelancer gave the tip?

Why would Veseli notify us
of his own attack?

Because this was never about the attack.

It was about our response.

Wujing has been looking
for proof of my relationship

with the FBI.

If The Freelancer feeds
my network information

and the FBI intervenes
before they have cause,

then Wujing establishes a causal link

between my world and yours.

The only question is
how he intends to prove it.

I might have an answer to that.

This footage came from
an outside CCTV camera

on the same block as the hotel.

Look. This one.

All the other stringers are
taking photos of the action,

but this guy's camera's
pointed directly at us.

And look at this.

He was the first photographer to arrive.

Four minutes before we notified
the fire department.

And this same guy was at
the site of the ferry incident.

I thought he might have snapped
a photo of me,

but it was so chaotic,
I couldn't be certain.

Malik and Ressler are trying
to get an ID on him now.

Raymond, I can't shake a feeling.

We know this man from somewhere.

Yeah, we do.

He's the same photographer that
took that picture of us six years ago.

That photo?

It can't be.

[CHUCKLES]

Remember, Rogelio was there, too?

Alban Veseli is paying Rogelio's
people to pass tips to me

and then sending this photographer

to the incident sites to
capture your team responding.

Confirmation of what Wujing
has been searching for...

evidence of my relationship
with the FBI.

Do you think he has
all the evidence he needs?

[CHUCKLES] Well, you know,
there's scarcely a rule

I haven't broken in my life, Dembe.

But there is one
even I won't trifle with,

the Rule of Three.

Goldilocks and the Three Bears,
the Three Little Pigs,

the three-paragraph persuasive essay.

Three is the smallest number
of any elements

that firmly establishes
a pattern in the human mind.

And these photos illustrate the story

Wujing is attempting to tell about me.

Which means The Freelancer
is planning another attack.

And Wujing's personal paparazzo
is going to lead you there.

According to the local
press corps office,

his name is Keith Perry.

He's a local photojournalist

who covers everything from inaugurations

to the Maryland Little League
state championship.

He'll even snap an occasional celebrity

to testify to Congress about
a pet project of the month.

He snapped a photo of Raymond
several years ago

that ran in a small daily rag.

How come no one told us
about this before?

It wasn't a big deal.
The clearest face was Rogelio's.

Perry only got the back
of Raymond's head.

But now, Raymond believes The Freelancer

is planning another attack
and Keith Perry will no doubt

be there to capture
when we arrive on the scene.

We need to find Perry. Immediately.

We sent uniforms to his
apartment, but he wasn't there.

He's not answering
the phone number listed

with the press corps, either.

Reach out to every level
of law enforcement.

I want every eyeball
within a hundred square miles

looking for this guy.

Finding him is our best way
of preventing further loss of life.

Uh, excuse me. Sorry.

Uh, hey.

[COOPER] You have something
to offer, Mr. Hambright?

Oh, take your time. No rush.

Look, um, I know this isn't
exactly my area of expertise.

- What is it, Herbie?
- It's this.

See this.

Can you zoom in?

[BEEPING]

That hardware is made by Novall.

- Novall?
- Yeah, it's a wireless cloud adapter.

It uploads every photo you take
to the cloud in real time.

Super useful if you take
hundreds of pictures a day.

Which I do...

of Sue.

Man, they say that kids
change every single day,

but you don't really start noticing that

until you look at pictures.

Oh! That reminds me.

Would you guys mind giving
my Instagram a little follow?

It's @AGirlNamedSue222.

Siya?

You thinking about it?

[COOPER] Back to Novall.

You think Perry was connecting to Novall

- while taking these pictures?
- Yeah.

I mean, if the camera's on,
he's connect and transmitting.

Instant upload, that's the plus.

Malik, get a subpoena.

We need access
to his photo storage, now.

[KNOCKING]

- I noticed the chip in there.
- [GROANS]

- I realized it must be, what?
- A year.

Congratulations.

That's a major accomplishment.

That's what everyone
keeps telling me, yeah.

Oh. Sick of hearing it?

Once was enough.

Okay, okay.

Uh...

NA wants me to sponsor someone.

Are you gonna do it?

I'm not sure.

Some days, I can't even help myself.

How am I supposed to help someone else?

Maybe that's the point.

I've never known you not to be
of service when you can be.

[SIGHS]

Subpoena came through.

Novall was able to identify
the account and give us access.

This is Perry's live photostream.

[DEMBE] We're in every photo.

Okay, this is getting creepy.

Ooh, look. He's uploading more photos...

right now, as we speak.

But where is this?

[COOPER] Looks like
an apartment building.

Can we identify which one?

I can't see any street signs.

Are there any active emergency calls?

Checking with EMS now.

Nothing.

[HERBIE] Look at the
differences in the photos.

He's taking test shots.

He's playing around with
the F-stop and shutter speed.

The Freelancer must have sent him.

This may be the location
of the third attack

that Raymond predicted.

It fits the pattern.

Malik, can we get
a more specific location?

Almost. I'm zeroing in on the
hotspot he's using to transmit.

Okay...

Got it.

Laurel Vistas.

It's in Arlington.

12 stories, 16 units per floor.

[COOPER] That could mean dozens,
if not hundreds of victims.

The Freelancer's gonna cause
a building collapse.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

I've been in contact
with the City Planner's office

in Arlington.

Laurel Vistas is an 80-year-old property

that's had 7 different owners
in the last 10 years alone.

It's racked up more code
violations in that period

then I have time to read out.

But several involve water
damage near a retaining wall

in the basement that backs
onto the Potomac Aquifer.

That water could take out
the whole building.

You need to get down there.

And Malik, you're on Perry.

[AIR HISSING]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

[MALIK] Hey!

Stop!

Mr. Perry.

Waiting for the perfect shot?

Or just waiting for us?

What? What do you mean?

Let's go, shutterbug.

[SIZZLING]

Show me your hands!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm unarmed.

How 'bout a horse trade, huh?

I show you how to undo
the damage I've just done,

and you let me...

[DEMBE] He's alive. But out cold.

Uh, mayday... We've got
bigger problems over here.

You smell gas?

Looks like the chemical ate
through the main gas line.

[LINE RINGING]

What's the update?

The Freelancer's unconscious
and in custody.

We have one civilian down,
and a live incendiary device.

I'm willing to bet
when this timer goes off,

- it'll overload the fuse box.
- [COUGHS]

Gonna be a shower of sparks.
[MIMICS EXPLOSION]

Agent Malik is working
with Arlington County Police

to evacuate the building.

If you're down there when the wall goes,

you'll drown under tons of mud and silt.

You need to leave, now.

No, there's not enough time
to get everyone out.

Then we're not going anywhere.

[CELL DISCONNECTS]

I don't know which wire to pull.

Any one of them could set it off.

What if we cut the main power?

No power, no sparks, no...
[MIMICS EXPLOSION]

Better than any idea I've got.

[COUGHS]

Let's hope this works.

[COUGHING]

[BEEPING]

[ALARM BLARING]

[COUGHING]

All right.

No power, no sparks.

We're good.

No.

We're not.

- [CELLPHONE RINGS]
- [BOTH COUGHING]

[RED] Rogelio just got a tip...

the collapse of an apartment
building in Arlington.

[DEMBE] Yes, we got it.

Is everyone safe?

For now.

Good.

But Veseli got away.

That is not so good.

It started with a photo.

Six or seven years ago,

I was covering this reception
at a hotel near Dupont.

A big fundraiser thing.

I was getting nothing shots,

so I went around
to the back of the building.

Thought I could get someone
sneaking in, sneaking out.

I see someone standing on the curb

over by the loading dock.

I swear to God,
it's Raymond Reddington...

talking with this Latino guy.

But before I could get my
camera ready and snapping,

Reddington steps into the street,

ducks into a waiting car, and is gone.

[CHUCKLES LIGHTLY]

I get a... a blurry pic
of the back of his head.

I couldn't sell the damn thing anywhere.

Nobody would believe me
that it was Reddington.

I got one outlet to pay me for it.

Tabloid.

Even they speculated.

God, if I could've just proved it,

it would've been one helluva payday.

Then, all of a sudden, a few months ago,

someone shows at my door

and wants to know about the photograph.

Said he worked for somebody.

Um...

Wu-something.

They wanted to know about the photo

and who the guy with Reddington was.

Then they said they wanted me
to take some new photos.

You really can't stay for dinner?

Sadly, it's time for me
to head back to New York.

Soledad's paella is legendary.

It has a cult following.

And it's not nearly as good reheated.

I'll be the judge of that.

Rogelio, please tell your lovely wife

that her hospitality,
much like her paella,

is unrivaled.

Yours as well.

Your sheets are truly the
finest I have ever slept on.

I have the utmost faith
in your new business endeavor.

I hope you'll give us an endorsement

- when the time comes.
- [LAUGHS]

You can be in our first commercial.

Wouldn't that be something?

But the least I can do is invest.

Tell me how much you need.

Ah, that... That's generous, Raymond.

- But no, thank you.
- A hundred thousand?

You don't understand.
I... I don't need you to invest.

Working for you, I've grown
my intelligence network

from the city to the region
to the entire country.

I've built a nice nest egg.

So, I'm using it
to help pay for my dream.

You're evolving, my friend.
You don't need me anymore.

Raymond, no, I'd never dare say that.

Yeah, I owe you.

Everything.

I just don't need you for this.

Well, the day you do need
an investor or a spokesman

who happens to be
on the most wanted list,

click your heels and there I'll be.

In the meantime, I need
two sets of those sheets.

Queen size.

Claro. You got it, amigo.

[RESSLER] Hey.

You, uh, nauseous?

Yeah, thanks.

Yeah, the first week's the hardest.

Feels like your, uh, blood's on fire?

- Yeah, and your veins might explode.
- Mm-hmm.

At least, at this point,
I'm praying they do.

[CHUCKLES] How many days are you?

Uh, four.

Uh, four and a half.

Mm. Don't knock the half.

It's an accomplishment.

I know it doesn't seem like it
at this point, but it is.

Donald.

Jonathan.

How did Mr. Hambright
work out for you today?

He's actually proven to be quite useful.

More than once.

Quite a character, isn't he?

[CHUCKLES] To say the least.

You're headed back up the turnpike?

I've got that coaster to ride.

Listen, I told Agnes

that saltwater taffy
will be the order of the day

on my next jaunt
through the Garden State.

So beware, I'll be
bringing her a bundle.

Maybe she could share it with the boy

she's got a crush on at school.

Agnes has a young suitor?

She's only told Charlene.

I'm still waiting for her
to come to me with the news.

I admire the relationship
you've built with her.

Fatherhood isn't for the faint of heart.

Some days I find myself wondering if...

if everything else is worth it.

The job. The Blacklist.

How much it takes me away from her.

I miss that little girl every
moment I'm not with her.

Yeah.

And I hate to tell you,

but we're not getting
any younger, Harold.

No, we're not.

And it seems like every time
we stop a threat,

it just begets three more.

It's a disastrous domino effect.

Taking down Marvin Gerard sets in motion

a chain of events
that eventually sinks a ferry.

And The Freelancer is still out there.

Do you think he has
anything else planned for us?

I haven't the foggiest.

Wujing has gotten what he wanted.

He did, didn't he?

It's the one thing I haven't
been able to stop thinking about.

What?

Photographs of the task force.

Concrete evidence.

Now that Wujing has them,

what's he planning to do with them?

Time will tell.

- _
- Thank you for agreeing to meet.

I was surprised when
you wanted it to be here.

And without protection.

I wouldn't say that.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I see.

You have the high ground.

What do you want?

My employer is interested
in hiring your... team

to remove a common threat.

I don't have to tell you anything
about Raymond Reddington

you don't already know.

[LAUGHS]

Reddington.

It is my understanding
that Marvin Gerard contracted

your forces to take out Reddington

as part of their war last year.

Yeah.

And now our colleague, Henrick Fisker,

is rotting in a CIA black site.

Hm.

What if I told you
that those two things...

Raymond Reddington still alive

and your brother in arms in custody,

were directly related?

[SIGHS]

I'm listening.

Reddington has an immunity agreement

and a covert FBI task force
that does his bidding

and allows him to grow
his empire with impunity.

I don't believe you.

What if I can prove it?

Show me proof, and then we'll talk.

[ZHANG WEI] We fed three tips

to part of Reddington's
intelligence network,

and three times his federal pack hounds

showed up to investigate before
they were declared a crime.

Agent Donald Ressler, FBI.

Agent Dembe Zuma, FBI.

Agent Siya Malik,

a curveball, is actually MI6.

Interesting. Hm.

To say the least.

So, does this satisfy
your requirement for proof?

What do you think?

I think you should tell your employer

that we are very, very expensive.