All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S10E08.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[soft classical music playing]

[sighs]

Everything okay, Dad?

Just attempting to make your lunch.

You really don't have to.

Mom usually just lets me
eat from the cafeteria.

I want to. Mom has her
overnight shift at the ER,

and while, admittedly,
she's better at this stuff,

I think I can handle a sandwich.

PB&J, your favorite.

It's a... It's a nut-free campus.

- Seriously?
- [horn honks in distance]

That's my ride.

You win,
chicken tenders from the lunch lady.

All right. Bye, Dad.

[cell phone chimes]

[classical music continues]

[sighs]

[line ringing]

This is Kate. Leave it at the beep!

[electronic music playing]

♪ Run ♪

[siren wails]

[police radio chattering]

[tires screech]

Kate!

- I've been trying to call you.
- My phone is in my purse inside.

They made us leave everything
when the police evacuated us.

But they got the guy?

- There was no guy.
- What are you talking about?

Apparently, it was some
stupid Internet prank.

[Graham] There were photos of a gunman.
Posts from people working in the hospital.

[Kate] I know. We all believed it.
It was terrifying.

I just still don't understand,
why would someone do something like this?

♪ Am I dreaming? ♪

♪ Is this real? ♪

♪ Run for your life ♪

♪ Don't know just how I feel ♪

[program beeps]

♪ Run for your life ♪

♪ Run for your life ♪

♪ Gonna get you ♪

♪ Gonna get you ♪

♪ Run for your life ♪

[dramatic music playing]

Harold! Please.

Your door was unlocked.

Is that wise?

Are you here for business or pleasure?
A lot going on in New York right now.

I'm here because I've been
trying to reach you for days, to no avail.

I was able to hop a ride
on a flight with a couple of DOJ boys

here for a deposition.

Why haven't you been answering your phone?

I threw it in a dumpster.

Damn thing was driving me crazy.

- It's been liberating to disconnect.
- The Freelancer's still at large.

Wujing is trying to expose
your relationship with us,

and you threw your phone in the trash?

Did you know that when Madeleine Albright
was Secretary of State,

she wore very specific brooches and pins

to send not-so-subtle messages

to her foes abroad

without ever having to say a word?

A gold coiled-snake pin

after the Iraqis called her a serpent

for trying to impose tougher sanctions.

A big beetle brooch
when she met with the Russians

after they'd bugged a room
in the State Department.

I was reminded of this the other day

in an antique shop in the West Village.

[chuckles]

I couldn't resist.

Wujing is nothing more than a fly, Harold.

A pest. A nuisance.

That nuisance killed your friend,
Robert Vesco, among others.

Sometimes I'm not sure you're taking
any of this seriously anymore.

I'm well aware that flies
can be dangerous, even lethal,

but mostly just annoying.

It's time to swat this one down.

He's resurfaced.

Did you hear about the hoax
at DC General Hospital?

The hostage situation that wasn't?

I caught it on the news.
But what does that have to do with Wujing?

I have it on good authority

that he's enlisted the help
of another former Blacklister,

The Troll Farmer.

The hospital hoax has all the hallmarks:

doctored media,
online social channels buzzing,

a very real law-enforcement response.

But didn't The Troll Farmer
work alongside you all those years ago?

Do you really think he'd turn?

If Wujing convinced him that his time
in federal prison was my doing,

I'd imagine he'd have
a rather large axe to grind.

And deservedly so.

Look into the hoax. I suspect
it'll lead you to The Troll Farmer,

and he'll lead us
to that buzzing fly, Wujing.

Okay.

We will.

On one condition.

Hmm?

- Get a new phone.
- Ah.

That was Cooper. He found Reddington.

Apparently, he's living in a bathhouse?

Anyway, gave us the name
of another Blacklister, Bo Chang.

Wait a minute. You mean The Troll Farmer?

I hate to be the new girl,
but who's this Troll Farmer?

Well, Bo Chang, aka The Troll Farmer,

helped Reddington and Keen

obscure their location a few years ago
when they were on the run.

[Dembe] He specializes
in highly coordinated

disinformation campaigns.

He and his team use social media,
doctored photos, first-person accounts

to create the illusion
of a crisis unfolding.

These events are so convincing,

they generate a very real
media and law-enforcement response.

Interesting.

But to what end?

Well, the events he creates
are just distractions.

They're strategically designed
so that he can safely commit another crime

during the chaos.

We arrested him back then.

He served some time,
but got out recently on good behavior.

Now Reddington believes
he's in town working with Wujing

as revenge for being taken by the FBI.

The DC General Hospital hoax.

Yeah. How did you know?

It was trending on Rambler
for hours yesterday.

I was watching it unfold live.

Didn't you see it?

I don't "ramble."
Is that even the right verb?

It's not my thing.

Chang must be good.

There are authentic-looking photos.

First-hand accounts.

People claiming
there was an active shooter.

A nurse taken hostage.

I watched one live feed of a woman
supposedly posting from a utility closet.

She was hiding, afraid to take a breath

or even move an inch
because the gunman was just outside.

She even had audio.
It was quite convincing.

Let's start by reviewing
all the fake social-media posts.

You should take the lead on this, Siya.
You seem to have a knack for it.

Well, I'm embarrassed to say
I'm well-versed in Rambler.

There'll be no stone unturned.

I apologize for my absence this morning.

Any updates on the case?

We've reviewed all the original
social-media posts

that started the Rambler storm.

Many of them contained the same photo
of the gunman with a hostage.

We discovered that the gunman
and the hostage in the photo were real,

but from a separate incident in 2013
at a medical facility in Ohio.

The photo was a deepfake.

Anything in the image's metadata
that gets us closer to Wujing?

[Siya] Unfortunately, no.

We also looked into the 14 accounts
that started everything.

Half the accounts belonged
to real employees of the hospital.

Chang hacked them. The others were fake,
with IP addresses all over the world.

We're focusing on the hoax,

but what was he trying to bury
underneath it?

We went down that path, too.
Based on The Troll Farmer's case files,

it's always a local crime
he's covering for.

But there haven't been any major crimes
reported in the last three hours.

I checked with
all the local law-enforcement agencies.

[Cooper] Maybe it's a crime
that hasn't been reported yet.

We need to find out what.

[computer beeping]

Call Wujing.

- Let him know we're on schedule.
- Got it.

We locked down that whole hospital
for one guy's work badge?

Not to humblebrag,
but it's more than a badge.

It's the first domino
that will effectively lead

to the greatest theft
of military technology in US history.

Still no major crimes reported,
but we reviewed the 911 calls that came in

- between 7:00 a.m. and--
- [cell phone rings]

Sorry. I thought it was on silent.

[Cooper] Do you need to take that?

No, it's nothing. It's Herbie.

As in Reddington's Herbie?
How does he have your number?

The Dockery case.
He's been calling a lot, actually.

So, he has a little thing for you.

He has a thing for us.

He keeps asking what we're working on,
if we need help with anything.

He's very eager.

He means well,
but boundaries aren't his strong suit.

Agent Ressler, you were saying?

Right. There were several 911 calls
in the area during the hoax.

Two domestic disputes, a burglary,
and a fight at a local dive bar.

One of the men assaulted at the bar fight
was treated at DC General.

Which we thought may be related,

but after we followed up,
it seemed like it was a personal matter.

[Ressler] There's also this one.

A janitor working at a building
next to DC General placed a 911 call.

Saw someone suspicious using a tool
to get into a silver Audi on the lot.

The janitor gave the plate to the police,
but when they responded, the car was gone.

The police assumed the owner would report
if anything had been taken.

Car belongs to a Graham Flynn, 42,

of Bethesda.

Senior aide to Congressman McFarley.

He co-chairs the House
Select Intelligence Committee.

They oversee Defense
and National Security.

That might make him
a worthy target for Wujing.

Worthy of a car break-in? Why?

[Cooper] I don't know, but Graham Flynn
is the best lead we've got,

so go talk to him.

Red? You in here?

[Reddington] I just had
the most magnificent steam.

Does wonders for the lungs
and nasal passages.

Not to mention my pores.

Oh, yeah. You do have sort of a glow.

We live in the age of self-care, Chuck.
You should try it.

It's also the age of technology. Here.

[Reddington] I guess it was inevitable.

Call me old-fashioned, but lately,

I prefer my interactions
to be face-to-face.

Great. 'Cause I think
you need to pay our friend Phil a visit.

Why? Was something wrong
with the shipment?

Yeah, he refused to receive it,
hasn't paid us, and won't return my calls.

He needs to start construction
by the end of next week.

He can't do that without materials.

Does he realize how hard it is
to get steel right now?

And I called in a favor to fast-track it.

- I'll go see him.
- Before you do, there's one more thing.

Rogelio called.

His network found the man
we've been looking for in New Orleans.

Checked in to a hotel under an alias.

Then you better get down
to The Big Easy and grab him

before he goes underground again.

Bring him to DC.

I'll head down
after I pay a visit to Phil.

Mr. Thieman.
So glad we could make this work.

You do realize this is the first time
HexRoot's left the Pentagon.

Yes, and we appreciate your concerns.

But what is politics
without some pageantry?

The committee is gathering right now
and looking forward to the presentation.

- [machine beeps]
- [lock clicks]

They're going up.

Wujing made it very clear,
we have one shot.

No second chances. Call the troll farm.

Tell them it's time.

- [telephone rings]
- [Dembe] Malik, did you reach Flynn?

I called to let him know
you're on your way to his office,

but I got his assistant.

She said Flynn's in a closed-door
intelligence committee meeting

happening right now.

So Chang broke into the vehicle
of a man attending

a top-secret intelligence meeting today?

That can't be good.

It's taking place
at one of their satellite offices,

the Stevenson Building,
for security purposes.

I'd like to start by expressing
our gratitude to the NSA, Mr. Thieman.

As you know, we have requested
this demonstration for some time.

Yes, and you've been very persistent.

We've spent billions
developing the program.

It would be irresponsible
not to have some oversight

on the progress the agency's made.

- You can understand that.
- Of course.

So, without further ado,

this is HexRoot.

A world-class malware program
that targets supervisory control

and data-acquisition systems.

Now, it hones in on PLCs

that allow for automation
of electro-mechanical processes.

We've developed stealth programs
in a similar vein,

but what makes HexRoot unique

is it's deployable
from this mobile command-center unit

and can be taken into the field.

I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm getting word
that we have a situation in the building.

What kind of situation?

[alarm blaring]

I've got an update, guys.

Reports of a massive fire
at the Stevenson Building.

Or an explosion that started a fire.
It's unclear.

I keep having to refresh.

But social-media posts
are coming in one after another.

I've reached out to fire and EMS,

they're treating it as a credible threat
until they're on the ground.

- This has to be Chang.
- Has to be.

Well, I'm watching live footage
of smoke coming out the windows.

If it's another false-flag attack,
it's a convincing one.

All right, we're two minutes out.

Suspicious package? What?

How? Nobody even knows about this site.

I don't have details yet,

but we're been told
to follow protocol and evacuate.

Committee members to the east stairwell.
NSA to the west stairwell.

We're to stay outside the building
until Capitol Police arrive.

- This presentation is hereby suspended.
- For now. We'll find another time.

[alarms blaring]

- Restricted area!
- Officer, we need to get through here.

- I'm sorry. I can't allow that.
- We're with the NSA.

We're operating
under a presidential directive.

Now step aside or my men will move you.

Will they? Really?

Hands away from your weapons!
Where we can see them!

Hands high! Keep 'em high or we shoot!

Lock your hands behind your head!

- I can't put my hands behind my head!
- You'll be able to in a moment.

[ominous music playing]

Excuse me. Agent Ressler, FBI.

This is Agent Zuma.
We need to speak with you and your boss.

He's on with the Secretary of Defense.
We're dealing with a crisis at the moment.

[softly] I'll do it.

[softly] The FBI, sir.

Mr. Congressman,
Agent Zuma, Agent Ressler, FBI.

We have reason to believe
the purpose of this charade,

the fire and explosion,
was to target your meeting.

Our meeting today was classified.
Look, guys, I'm under the gun here--

It's quite obvious that something critical
went down here today.

The man behind these events today
is highly dangerous.

We know he was after something here.

We just don't know what.

He was after HexRoot.

- HexRoot?
- It's a new cyber weapon.

Our meeting was with the NSA.

They were about to demonstrate
HexRoot's capabilities

when all hell broke loose.

In the chaos, the NSA team was ambushed,
the weapon stolen.

The fact that it's gone is catastrophic.

Can you tell us more about HexRoot?

[Graham] HexRoot
is next-gen military tech.

It'll saw through any cyber defense
and hide inside any computer network.

And now it's out in the world?

I mean, that's just...

- You know what? Never mind.
- [McFarley] It's okay, Agent Ressler.

I understand your point of view.

But the next World War,
it's gonna be a cyber war.

And this nation needs to do what it takes

to defend itself
against the global conflict to come.

That was the whole idea behind HexRoot.

- The NSA team, where are they now?
- With building security.

Trying to get a lead on who attacked them.

[classical music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[Reddington] Hello, Phillip.

Reddington.

- How'd you find me?
- [chuckles]

Phil, you're as predictable
as the demographic

in one of the city's
most pretentious men's clubs.

A predictability I'd grown to appreciate
in our years of doing business.

So imagine my surprise
when you failed to pay me

and rejected my shipment
for the first time in... 17 years?

I know. But I'm between
a rock and a hard place.

Really? It's actually
quite comfortable here.

Little bit stuffy. Bit stale.

People keep telling me
that you've cozied up to the feds.

I'm concerned.
I don't want to believe them.

Well, perhaps you should.

Because I have.

I also work with assets from the Mossad,

MI6, CIA, FSB.

I have judges in my pocket.

People in police departments
from New York to New Delhi.

The way they were talking
about the FBI, though,

it was different.

People were insinuating

that you were handing people over
to a secret task force.

That... That some of my own associates

have gone to federal prison
directly because of you.

When I was a child,

I spent many summers
at my grandmother's farm.

She kept pigs, chickens,
and some cows, sheep.

And there was this one little goat, Belka.

Poor thing had only one eye.

My grandmother thought she was hideous,
but I took quite a shine to her.

Those summers were...

[breathes deeply]

paradise.

And my grandmother gave me free rein.

She had only one rule:

stay out of the green shed.

Year after year,
I thought and thought of that shed.

I dreamed and nightmared of the place.

What could possibly be in there?

What sort of secrets did it hold?

And who went in there?

And when?

Why?

Well, one day,

Belka went missing.

Must have gotten out of her pen.

And I looked.

I looked all over the property.

It was getting late.

Getting dark.

And then I heard it,
her familiar little bleat.

And it was coming from the shed.

I don't know how she got there,

but I screwed up my courage
and pulled open the door.

Do you know what was in that shed?

No.

Nothing.

Literally nothing but a little hay.

And Belka, of course.

All that fear

and trepidation,

anticipation

for nothing.

Tell yourself all the stories
you want to about me, Phil,

but there's nothing there
except a one-eyed goat.

Still getting rich?

Of course.

And I appreciate it.

Do you understand
the competitive advantage I offer?

Steel, wood, cement at close to cost.

Expedited shipments
when supply-chain issues

are delaying projects for months,
if not years.

How long has it been
since you've had a labor problem?

I know all you've done for me.

Then stop worrying about the feds.

I have a soft spot in my heart
for the sort of development you do.

But make no mistake,

you can't do it the way you do it

without me.

I expect full payment by tomorrow morning.

And if something like this
ever happens again,

it won't end with a polite conversation.

I have a train to catch.

We're still on the ground here,
but we're making progress.

I'm coordinating with the Capitol Police
and the building security.

We confirmed why Chang
targeted Graham Flynn.

Chang used Flynn's work credentials
to access a secure entrance.

That's where he ambushed
the NSA officer and his guards.

How'd he get the credentials?

We assume that he cloned them somehow.
It's all within his skill set.

That's why he broke into Flynn's car.
Remember, nothing was "stolen."

So we know how Wujing
orchestrated the attack

and what he wanted, but why?

Why not?

That thing they stole
is a digital nuclear bomb.

It can destroy anything,
people, corporations, governments.

That's worth a lot of money.

I find it hard to believe
Wujing's motivation was purely financial.

What would he use that device for?

- It's Malik and Cooper.
- Sorry to interrupt, but this can't wait.

The NSA officer just informed me
that there's a concealed geo-locator

embedded inside the metal case
that contains the HexRoot.

Well, that's convenient.

[Ressler] Leave it to the NSA
to hide tech within their tech.

Now I don't suppose
they're gonna share that location with us?

No. But I saw the coordinates
on the computer screen.

I texted them to you.

They're assembling a team to move in
by the end of the hour.

We need to move fast
if we want to beat them there.

Can we?

You mean outfox the NSA foxes?

I believe we can.

Let's get a tac team
to that location immediately.

- [door closes]
- [lock clicks]

[sighs] What's going on?

Let's see what we got here.

Extra-spicy burrito, no rice.

- You get jalapenos on mine?
- Uh-huh.

- FBI!
- FBI! Hands where we can see them!

[agents shouting indistinctly]

[grunts]

Mr. Chang, we meet again.

[dramatic music playing]

[elevator door opens]

What is this place?

Oh, just the office.

Harold Cooper, FBI.

Rod Thieman, NSA.

What, uh, exactly
does your task force do here?

I'm afraid that's classified.

We operate under special authority
from the Attorney General.

I'm sure you can appreciate
the need for discretion.

Well, whatever it is, you, uh...
you obviously must be very good at it.

You beat us
to our own classified super weapon.

We have a team examining
Chang's hard drives

to see if the program
was uploaded or compromised.

- [cell phone vibrating]
- Could be them now.

Nope.

[whispers] Herbie.

So, uh, who exactly
is this Chang character anyway?

MIT grad.

Started his career as a security engineer
for GetToGather.net.

Now he creates social-media events
to commit crimes.

But he's never done anything close
to stealing an NSA weapon before.

He a solo act, or you think
he's working for someone else?

Your guess is as good as mine.

We know you're working with Wujing.
We know you stole HexRoot for him.

But what we don't know is why.

Agent Ressler.

I thought you looked familiar.

You ruined my life.

I'm pretty sure
you did that all on your own.

And you...

I guess we both got tired
of working for Reddington, huh?

The feds, though?

Really, Dembe?

You can address me as Agent Zuma.

You wanna know why
I got on board with Wujing?

Reddington.

I was on retainer with that man
for three years.

Did some of my best work with him, too.

I got him and Elizabeth Keen out of DC
in the middle of a national manhunt.

And how'd he repay me?

By giving up me and my entire team to you.

He's a snake.

What makes you think
Reddington gave you up?

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

I am not playing that game.

We both know who you people
really work for.

Why does Wujing want HexRoot?

I got nothing else to say.

You tell that to Reddington and his hat.

That damn hat.

When I saw it, I couldn't resist.

- There you go.
- [Herbie chuckles]

She looks just like you.

[both laugh]

I wasn't expecting you today.
You need a place to crash tonight?

No, no, no.
This isn't purely a social call.

- Harold Cooper reached out to me.
- Harold? I love that guy.

He's so regal.

And firm. And there's a little softness
to him, you know?

That's all very... specific.

He told me you've been calling Ms. Malik.

Obsessively.

Did he actually use that word?

I blew it, didn't I?

What is your aim here?

I gotta get outta the house.

All my work is done at an arm's length.

No one wants me on a crime scene
or in a courtroom

after everything that happened.

And working with them,

for a moment, I felt like I was back
in the game again. On a team.

And, oh, that whole secret hideout
where they work?

With the blacked-out van
and the cool goggles?

It was all so exciting.

You really want this, don't you, Herbie?
A full-time job?

I do.

I mean, not, like, full full-time.
I have Sue. And my foosball and stuff.

But, yes, mostly full-time.

When I can, of course.

If you get the chance to speak to Harold,

I wouldn't lead
with all the other obligations.

Well, since I don't have his phone number,

and I get the strong feeling
he might not want me to have it,

the next time youspeak to Harold,
could you put in a good word?

- [Sue coos]
- [sniffs] Is that...

Poop, yes. Right on schedule.

It really does define your day,
doesn't it?

Perfectly.

All right. Come here.

[Sue coos]

He won't talk.

He's too afraid.

What, of Wujing?

Afraid of Raymond.

Well, it doesn't matter.
We need to keep working on him.

We need to figure out
why Wujing stole HexRoot.

I mean,
it's obviously part of a larger plan.

Maybe we don't need Chang
to talk to us to figure it out.

Why? What are you thinking?

Wujing broke The Freelancer out of custody
to come after the task force last week.

Why?

To gather photographic evidence,

proof of Reddington's connection
to our team.

And now there's another Blacklister
with a grudge against us

sent out by Wujing.

Stands to reason he's after the same goal.

To find more proof.

Look at the object that he stole.

A virus that covertly invades
and controls a computer system.

Our computer system.

With all our case files
and questionable tactics.

Not to mention the immunity agreement
that Raymond has with Main Justice.

Can you imagine if all of that came out?
I can see the national headlines now.

With our faces right below them.

Okay, I buy it.

I just have one more question.

[door opens]

Where's the drop?

We know you stole HexRoot,

so what's the plan
to get the device to Wujing?

What's in it for me?

How about survival?
That's if we're in bed with Reddington,

- as you suggest.
- Which we're not.

Then everything said in this room
would get back to him.

Including the fact that you helped
his task force capture Wujing.

That assistance may just be enough

to keep you alive in prison
and safe from Reddington's retribution.

I mean, that's if the task force
works with Reddington.

Which it doesn't.

The drop's today at 4:00.

Madison Park in Northeast.

You just make sure Reddington
finds out that I'm helping you.

[door closes]

[Siya] These are
satellite shots of the park.

Plenty of places to hide a team.

Do you think Wujing will make
an appearance to retrieve the device?

Chang seemed to think so.
He's agreed to assist in our operation.

Should we involve Raymond?

We know Reddington's endgame here.

It's not our job to aid and abet him
in murdering Wujing.

Our job is to arrest a criminal,
stop a war,

and to protect this task force.

I want a surveillance plan
for Madison Park in the next hour.

If Wujing shows up, this ends today.

[tense music playing]

[device beeps]

You all good?
You understand how that wire works?

I do. But I wouldn't say I'm "all good."

I can't believe
I'm working for Reddington again.

You're not. You're working for the FBI.

Again with the charade?
Just own it already, man.

[Ressler] It's a duplicate case.

All the electronics are non-functional,
so don't open it up during the handoff.

[over intercom]
Let's go over this thing one more time.

[button clicks]

You think he can handle this?

He engineered and executed a plan
to steal a top-secret weapon from the NSA.

He'll be okay.

Can I be candid with you?

I was a bit thrown off
by Cooper's decision

not to tell Reddington
about the meeting with Wujing.

Aren't we supposed to be a team?

How can this task force function
if you're hiding things from him?

Raymond hides things, as well.

If you don't trust him,
and he doesn't trust the task force,

how can you possibly make criminal cases
based on his information?

It sounds dysfunctional,

but I have faith

that Raymond wants good things
to happen to good people.

You two were so close before.

Must be strange
keeping things from him now.

We keep things from each other
to protecteach other.

It's a healthy mistrust,
and I trust in that, too.

[sighs]

I have to think this place
would have driven my mother mad.

She was so black-and-white.

You think she ever had second thoughts
about working with him?

I'm sure she did.

We all do. It comes with the territory.

But your mother was very guarded.
She kept a lot of things to herself.

You mean, what, like secrets?

Raymond would know better than I do.

He did his own vetting when Diane Fowler

put your mother on the task force
all those years ago.

I don't know the details,

but I always got the impression
that he knew something

about everyone's past.

- [knocking on door]
- [door opens]

We're all set. Let's go.

- Do we have an update?
- [Chuck] Our man from New Orleans landed.

I don't think you'll have time
to see him beforehand,

but, uh, he's agreed to do the job.

That'll be fine.
As long as everything's on schedule.

We'll reconvene after. I have to go.

[cell phone clicks]

[knocking]

- Hi, Agnes.
- Hey, Pinkie.

You doing some cooking?

Well, I'm doing something.

I'm not sure if you'd call it cooking.

Is Harold around?

He's still at work,
and Mom's out running an errand.

They leave you home alone?

I can handle myself.

I'm sure you can.
Something smells delightful.

What are you baking here?

- That's a complicated question.
- [chuckles]

Here, try this.

It's awful, right?

No. I mean, it leaves
a little something to be desired.

[sniffs] What's in it?

Or perhaps it's something
that's not in it that should be.

Yeah, probably.

I was trying to make
a baking video for my vlog,

and this is my third try.

It'd be pretty shady
to demo bad chocolate cake.

You know, Julia Child didn't graduate
from Le Cordon Bleu until she was 39.

In fact, she even failed
her first exam there.

Practice makes perfect.

And sometimes, a little assistance
doesn't hurt, either. May I?

Of course.

Let's turn that off, just while I'm here.

That sort of defeats
the purpose of a vlog.

It stands for "video blog."

And you can record
to your heart's content once I leave.

Okay. Let's look at this recipe.

Everything's in this bowl.

More information
on the espresso powder below.

[Agnes laughs]

[chuckles]

Hmm.

You're still missing
two crucial ingredients.

- A little moresugar, just that amount.
- Okay.

And also...

- Uh, we don't have any fancy...
- Ah.

European kind of stuff,
if that's what you...

- Mayo?
- [chuckles]

In chocolate cake?

But that's disgusting.

No, it gives it
the perfect level of moisture...

There we go.

And richness.

Ugh.

The key

is to fold the ingredients
together gently.

When we're done,

if this isn't the most decadent cake
you've everhad,

I will personally fly you to Vienna
for a Sachertorte at the Caf Demel.

The world's most famous chocolate cake,

and its history is rife with controversy.

It all began in 1832 with a prince.

[Ressler] Well,
there's still no sign of Wujing.

[Dembe] Wasn't he supposed to be here
five minutes ago?

I'm gonna see if I can get a closer look.

Should I stay here?
Something doesn't feel right.

Wujing's never late.

Hold your position.

Knit cap. Black jacket, boots.
My eight o'clock.

Approaching Chang from behind.

I'm here to pick up the package.

It's The Freelancer.

Veseli?

What's he doing here?

[Siya] Should we move in?

What if Wujing is here?

Shouldn't we stand fast
until he reveals himself?

No, we can't wait.
We need to move in now. Now!

What are you doing, man?

What are you doing? What's going on?

[footsteps approaching]

FBI! Stop!

[grunts]

[scooter revs]

[both grunt]

[tires screech]

Get in!

- [engine revs]
- [tires screech]

Was that...

Richard Deever. My former colleague.

[Dembe] He's still working for Wujing?

For the record, that whole thing
at the park, not my fault.

- You'll tell Reddington I tried, right?
- [sighs] Walk.

[Siya] I can't believe it was Deever.

I would've strangled him
with my bare hands if I could.

I can't say I can blame you.
I mean, the guy did shoot you.

I'm so sorry. Seems my old pal Deever's
made a career of absconding with Veseli.

- Do we have any leads?
- The BOLO is out.

Including a description of his sedan.

We got every law-enforcement officer in DC
looking for him.

We need to ditch this car.

They're onto us.
They're morethan onto us.

Relax. We don't have far to travel,
and we'll be safer there.

Surprised to see you pull up.

Didn't know you were
still working for Wujing.

I'm the reason why Wujing knows
about the NSA weapon in the first place.

They were developing it
while I was at the CIA.

Once I found out they were planning on
bringing it before the board,

I knew it was his chance to make a move.

Wujing asked me to keep an eye
on the drop as backup.

Well, I'm glad you were there to grab me.

Though I'm a little panicked
as to what's gonna happen

when I show up to Wujing's empty-handed.

It'll be fine.

He's just this way.

Hello, Alban.

Can I go now? I did what you asked.

Not so fast.

That was our deal. You said
if I brought him in, you would let me go.

I never said I'd let you go.

I said I'd let you live.

[cell phone vibrating]

Ms. Malik.

How are you enjoying your time
with the task force so far?

Well, today wasn't so great.

We lost Veseli, then Richard Deever,

and didn't even get eyes on Wujing.

Deever, you and he share a past,
do you not?

I'm pretty sure you're aware
he's the CIA agent who betrayed me.

Ah, well, the nice thing about this job

is that your fortunes
can change on a dime.

I'm texting you an address.

Hold on. It's a new phone.

- Ah. There.
- [cell phone beeps]

I suggest you get there right away.

- Why?
- There's a gift waiting for you.

Consider it a belated
"welcome to the team."

[cell phone chimes]

Well, hey, there, partner.

Did you miss me?

I heard you paid Agnes a visit today.

She was raving
about the merits of mayonnaise.

[chuckles] Yes.

I stopped by.

I was hoping to speak with you
about Herbie Hambright.

Ah, Herbie. He's a little starved
for attention, isn't he?

Indeed.

I think you should hire him, Harold.

Excuse me?

He so desperately
wants to be part of a team.

Your team, in fact.

I think it would be wonderful for him.

Though I should warn you,
he's not entirely a team player.

- What a ringing endorsement.
- He's an unconventional choice.

What can I say? You won't find
a more qualified forensic analyst.

He did do great work for us,
but he'd have to be vetted.

Wasn't he fired by the DA's office
for dropping the ball on a murder case?

No, the DA's office dropped the ball,

and Herbie left the job.

It all took quite a toll on him.

Of course, I'm biased. I adore the guy.

Somewhere in all those frailties
is an incredible mind.

He sees things in ways that others don't.

I really think
he could offer a fresh perspective.

I'll see if I can get him approved.

On a provisional basis.

That sounds just fine.

Harold, I couldn't help but notice
that you forgot to inform me today

about your plan to entrap Wujing.

And you forgot to tell me
that you found Deever.

- I didn't forget.
- What about Veseli?

The man Deever "rescued" for you.
What are you going to do with him?

Whatever the hell I want.

I can't in good conscience
allow you to murder him. Or Wujing.

Or any of these Blacklisters.

So much for being
more transparent with each other.

You know, Harold, I have, in fact,
been keeping something from you.

Something big.

It's time for me
to let you and the task force in.

If we play our cards right,

this war with Wujing
will be over in 72 hours,

and my connection to the task force
will forever remain shrouded in secrecy.

As if it was never there.

[dramatic music playing]