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They're coming
for you. Get out.

Hey, Lu.

They look serious, Lu.

You wanna...

Down on the ground!

I'm going to meetings
every day.

And between that and our
one-on-ones, I'm doing better.

-And work's been good?
-Sure.

You know.
You work for Uncle Sam, too.

Keeping the ol' republic afloat

isn't exactly, uh, therapeutic.

- But my... My coworkers
are supportive,

keep telling me
how good I look.

You do.
I wasn't lying.

Ah, it just makes me realize
how busted I was before.

Hey, I was a wreck
at your point in recovery.

I hadn't even shaved yet.

There's gonna be
some tough days ahead.

I'm not trying
to freak you out.
Just preparing you.

No, I-I know. I know.

But right now, I'm just
really happy to be back

in the world
of the living.

Oh.

Thank you.
Ah, the nation calls.

-I'll see you soon?
-Yeah.

We'll meet here, uh,
day after tomorrow.

But you call me
if you need anything, okay?

Yeah, sure.

See?
So, here, me and my friends

are all little crew mates
on this spaceship together,

- and we're all
running around...

...just completing
different tasks.

Except one of us
is secretly an imposter.

Sabotaging the mission.
This is ingenious.

Mmm-hmm.
But Madison totally
sold me out last game.

Agnes, your ride.

Bye, Pinkie.

Bye, Pops.

Mmm.

Remember when
foursquare and tetherball

were the pinnacle
of playtime?

Now they have
virtual spaceships.

Oh, for goodness' sake, Harold.
You're angry. I understand.

You murdered Wujing
and Zhang Wei
in the Post Office.

You brought an army there.

You used a stolen NSA tool
to delete government records.

Well, when you put it
like that...

"Angry" doesn't begin
to cover it.

I understand.

What you've done,
Raymond--

I would do again
in a heartbeat.

We hunted Wujing
for months.

At a steep cost
to the U.S. government.

We put people's lives
on the line.

And the FBI has nothing
to show for it,

-save for
a few minor arrests.
-Uh-huh.

We are not a hit squad!

Wujing, Zhang Wei,
Alban Veseli, all dead.

Perillos is gone,
I assume dead.

Bo Chang
is in the wind.

-Right.
-This won't end here.

An official investigation
hasn't come down

from Main Justice yet,
but when it does,

how do I explain to them
why this task force

should continue to exist?

There's never been
a fixed paradigm

for how we operate,
Harold.

What the task force was
on its first day

was different than
what it was on its second.

Or third or tenth.

And different
from what it is today.

All I can say is...

the danger that
Marvin Gerard unleashed,

it's done.

Criminals are dead.

My connection to the FBI
has been erased.

As we've changed course
many times before,

we're changing course
again.

It is what it is.

That's what I tell
the Department of Justice?

Cynthia Panabaker?
Congress?

"It is what it is"?

I don't know
what to tell you, Harold.

If you choose
not to continue with me,
I understand.

But if you wish to carry on,
keep everyone working...

I have a case.

This situation will not
just go away, Raymond.

Okay, well, tomorrow
can worry about itself.

But this morning,
there was a horrific shooting

at the Sussex State Prison
in Virginia.

A leader of El Calavera
crime syndicate

took down
three rival gang members

and a couple of
unlucky bystanders,

one of them a guard.

The prisoner had a gun?

A Glock. Automatic.

My associate Paulie Diamond
was shot in the hip.

Decent thief.
Fantastic chess player.

We played through the mail
for years.

Now the fate of my bishop
is in limbo.

How does a prisoner
get an automatic pistol?

The authorities
don't seem to know.

It didn't come in through
the usual pipelines.

I believe it to be
the work of The Postman.

I already regret this.
But who is that?

I'm thrilled you asked.

He's a smuggler
of prison contraband.

In a very short time,
he's almost completely
dominated

in the Mid-Atlantic market.

We crossed the globe
trying to stop Wujing.

Now you want us to hunt down
a local black-market courier?

What's the angle,
Reddington?

The angle is
he's rising fast,

spilling blood,
making headlines.

If you are so anxious
to prove your worth

to the Department
of Justice,

deliver The Postman now,
before he goes national.

"The Postman."
Does he have a real name?

I believe his birth name
is Lawrence Nelson.

I maintain we can still
do good work together, Harold.

And it can start with bringing
Lawrence Nelson to justice.

Today, we'll be
determining the verdict

of the State of Maryland
vs. Lawrence Nelson.

We'll begin by taking
a preliminary, anonymous vote

to see where we all stand.

It's been a long trial.

Hopefully we can be efficient
in our deliberation.

I knew kids growing up
like Lawrence Nelson.

I don't think there's
much to discuss.

I've been praying.

His soul will find salvation
in jail.

I know it.

Um, we have 11 votes
for "guilty"

and one vote
for "not guilty."

Who in the hell thinks
that kid's innocent?

We can keep it anonymous
for the time being.

N-No, I'd love to know
'cause they sure

weren't sitting in
the same courtroom as I was.

Perhaps they're confused
or asleep.

-Sir!
-It's okay.

I voted "not guilty."

Right.

Well, thank you for being
for being forthcoming,

um, Juror Number--

Harold.

My name's Harold Cooper.

Prisoners call him
"The Postman."

Served 25 years
in a Maryland prison

starting at 18 years old.

Was released five years ago
on good behavior,

then he vanished.

No one's seen him,
including his P.O.

Twenty-five years. Why?

First-degree murder.

He shot his manager
at their workplace,

a convenience store
in Baltimore.

I'm sorry, but w-we're gonna
hunt down the local kingpin

of prison contraband
because what,

he injured one of
Reddington's cronies?

What about the people
that Reddington killed

in this very room
just last week?

Reddington's actions
with respect to Wujing

were frustrating,
I know.

They will be dealt with
in due time.

Look, I'm not losing sleep
over the loss of evil men,

but Reddington told us
a pack of lies.

Why should we believe him

that the Postman is even
worthy of our attention?

Because Larry Nelson's
a dangerous man.

And that doesn't come
from Reddington.

That comes from me.

In Pennsylvania,
Nelson outfitted

an entire cellblock
with Wi-Fi routers,

allowing imprisoned
cartel members
to complete drug deals

from the comfort
of their prison cell.

And this morning,
five men at Sussex

were shot by Lu Fernan,

the leader of the La Calavera
crime syndicate.

Not only is Nelson making life
more dangerous inside prisons,

that danger is spilling out
to the rest of the world,

and we have no--

Hey, sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Hi. It's me. Hello.

Um, did I miss anything?
What did I miss?

Just your
first morning of your
trial employment period.

Is he videoconferencing
from home?

You can do that?

Sue's got some sort
of stomach bug.

Um, we... We gave her
this new brand of peaches.

Maybe that was it, but, oh...

Whatever's coming out of her
is not peach-colored.

Herbie,
I would recommend fluids

and a call to your
pediatrician's office.

In the meantime,
Malik and Ressler

are about to roll out
to Sussex State Prison.

Dembe will get you
up to speed as to why.

So, how did you
get the weapon inside?

We know
it wasn't a guard.

You could grease every palm
from here to Rikers,

and a guard wouldn't
walk into a cellblock
and hand over a gun.

It must've been
a little bird.

Hmm. Maybe it was
the Postman.

Didn't think
I'd hear that name.

Tell us how you two
communicate.

Or what? You gonna lock me up
for a long time?

I rat on that guy,
and he's gonna put a...

A grenade in my soup or
a rattlesnake under my pillow.

He can get anything to anyone
for the right price.

So you're afraid
of him.

Wouldn't you be?

I got a syndicate to run from
inside this prison here, okay?

Best of luck.

The compound
isn't pure enough.

To get this right,
I need one more delivery.

Eugene.
Ever the perfectionist.

Shouldn't you be in bed?

Lights out, 9:00 p.m.

I need more product.

I'll send Rudolph.
Tomorrow.

I'll oversee it myself.

Let's get a move on!

We interviewed
inmates at three of the prisons

where Reddington believes
the Postman operates.

No one will talk.

So no leads on the Postman's
mysterious delivery network?

Sussex transferred us
a huge cache of
security footage,

but it's gonna take manpower
to get through.

I'm going to assign the task
to Herbie.

Good. Do we have any
other avenues to pursue?

Yeah, Lu Fernan
clearly has confederates

working for him
on the outside,

and one of them
must've paid for that gun,

so we checked
his log of visitors...

And it turns out
Fernan's brother moved $10,000

just three days
before the attack.

The payment went
to a shell company

which has an account at
Acordia Bank in New Jersey.

It's a regional outfit.

We've contacted them,
but they've been very... cold.

I'll reach out to Reddington.
He may be able to warm them up.

Cooper.

Apologies
for the missed call.

I just returned
to the creature comforts
of the Big Apple.

Anything urgent?

Yes. Do you know anyone
at Acordia Bank in New Jersey?

Lawrence Nelson may
have an account there.

Ah. I'm glad you judged him
a worthy target, Harold.

I'll darken some doorways,
see what I find.

Mmm-hmm.

Is everything alright?

You sound a little...
distracted.

It's just that someone
from my past

has suddenly
popped out of the woodwork.

Ghosts like to do that,
don't they?

Pop out of the woodwork.

I hope
it's a friendly one.

This one's
definitely not that.

Let us know about the bank.

I'm not saying
he's innocent.

I'm just unconvinced
of his guilt.

You're honestly claiming
reasonable doubt?

I don't know.
That's why we're here.

Okay, fine.
Can we establish the facts
we all can agree on?

-Sure.
-So, this young kid, Larry,

he's on trial for
murdering his manager

at the convenience store
where he worked.

A day before the murder,
she fired him.

-You agree?
-Yes.

The following night,
she was found dead in her car.

She was parked
outside the store.

One shot to the head.

Cash stolen from her wallet...
and Nelson's DNA on the purse.

So we have motive,
we have evidence.

But DNA testing is still quite
a new forensics technique.

It's not that complicated.

There's either DNA
or there's not.

It's not complicated
because you want to go home.

Okay. What about this?

Two days ago, his girlfriend
swore on a Bible,

took the stand,
and told us that
Lawrence Nelson

privately confessed
to the murder.

-How do you explain that?
-He is insistent

that conversation
never happened with her.

And he's obviously lying!
We don't need to sit around

talking for hours
to figure that out.

I'm sorry, but I won't
destroy this kid's life

because I'm in a hurry.

Let's start
from the beginning.

Can we see the diagram
of the crime scene again?

Sorry, sir.
We're closed.

Yes, Benny, I'm aware.
That's why I'm here now.

I'm in search
of information

regarding one of your
personal banking clients.

Lawrence Nelson.

And who are you
exactly?

Perhaps a new friend.

My name is
Raymond Reddington.

Oh.

Benny, your colleagues
left ages ago,

and you're here, what,
watching golf?

Why aren't you at home?

I like
the peace and quiet,

which you are
currently disturbing.

I can only imagine.

My heart goes out
to you, Benny.

You and your Erica...
yeah...

only just got married
last year?

I bet it hasn't been easy

with your elderly mother-in-law
moving in, has it?

And Laurel's quite
a piece of work, isn't she?

-How do you know?
-Now, I happen to be

very close associates
with Rick Bruckner.

Do you know Rick?

Along with
a hefty portfolio

of rehabilitation
and retirement facilities,

Rick also happens to own

the Golden Glen
Assisted Living Home.

I'm sure you've done
your research,

and you know
it's a very exclusive,
very expensive place.

I tell Rick all the time
he's running a racket.

He and I used to bet
on the horses in Dubai.

Truth be told, I fronted Rick
some spending money

after he lost quite a bundle
to the Sultan of Sharjah.

But I know for a fact

Rick would happily find a spot
for Laurel at Golden Glen

at a much reduced rate
if I were to ask
on your behalf.

And I can assure you,
Laurel will be so comfortable.

Benny.
Are you following?

Laurel's
moving to Dubai?

Oh, dear.

Hey. Stop. What...
What are you doing?

Honestly, friendship
has its limits.

Now, give me your records
pertaining to Lawrence Nelson,

or I'm gonna
blow out your kneecap.

Hey. Come in.
Come on in.

Sue's asleep.
She's feeling much better.

Uh, PB&J, bananas and mayo,
or roast beef? It's halal.

Thank you, Herbie.

Where's the rest
of the gang?

I made enough
for everyone.

Raymond assessed Nelson's
financial transactions

and ID'd someone
who works for him,

so Malik and Ressler are
following up on that lead.

Okay, well, then I guess
I'll make this snappy,

if you want to just
come over here.

So, I've been eyeballs-deep
analyzing the security footage

from outside
Lu Fernan's prison cell.

We know that Tuesday night
his cell was searched,

because that's protocol,
and they found zilch.

And the shooting took place
the next morning, correct?

Right.
So the question is...

how'd he get the gun
if he never left his cell?

I don't know.

That's the thing.

It's not what you see.
It's what you hear.

Sussex records audio
on their CCTV cameras,

so I listened to the night
leading up to the shooting

over and over.

I isolated
and enhanced sound

using a piece
of audio software,
and listen to this.

What was that?

A power line?
A very big fly?

Close. Watch.

A drone.

He's using drones.

Yep. The Postman
is using drones.

And no guards saw it?

Based on that audio,
the one he's flying

is incredibly quiet,
likely custom-made.

Really cool.

But bad. Cool and bad.

I would think that prisons
have gotten wise

to this type of smuggling,
but a drone like
the one he designed,

that quiet, that would be
really hard to detect.

And I would bet you
a roast-beef sandwich

that if you went to
Lu Fernan's prison cell,

you would see
that his window's
been tampered with.

Steady. Steady.

This is one delivery
we cannot afford to drop.

Excellent.

Thanks for coming in
to speak with us, Gina.

The four federal agents
who showed up on my doorstep

didn't give me the impression
I had a choice.

Hmm. So what can you tell me
about Lawrence Nelson?

I never met
a Lawrence Nelson.

Two days ago, an inmate
shot up a prison

with an automatic pistol.

Now, we traced the payment
for that pistol

to a bank account
belonging to Nelson.

Now, there are
multiple payments

directly from his
bank account into yours.

Okay.

Hi, Gina.

We actually have Nelson
in custody.

She might as well know.

Nelson just told us
that you run the operation,

that you communicate
with the prisoners

and operate the drones...

and that you call yourself
"The Postman."

The who? What are you
talking about?

Smuggling contraband.

With drones?

I don't know the first thing
about drones.

Look.
I wasn't lying to you.

I do business
with Larry Nelson,
but I've never met him.

Hmm. Clever.

So what kind of business
do you do with Nelson?

Look. You're smart enough
to know how this goes.

You give us
something about Nelson,
we do something for you.

Simple as that.

I buy stuff.

He tells me, I buy it.

I was sourcing counterfeit bags
when he recruited me.

Hermes. Louis Vuitton.

But for him,
the things I sourced

are much more... varied.

Drugs, weapons,
high-tech toys.

A beautiful ukulele once.

I never knew
what it was all for.
I never asked.

I was just a middleman.
I'm sure there are others.

So how would you
get it to him?

He'd send me
contraband requests
with drop locations.

Different places
every time.

And you never wondered
what these items were for?

No.

For what he was paying me,
no, I never wondered.

Or cared.

He had so many requests
that I started getting

other people in the bag world
to help me.

We all agreed that
it's way more interesting

to track down a gun
than a Chanel quilted mini.

But the items he's been
ordering recently? Strange.

Strange in what way?

Like, scientific.

I've been getting chemistry
equipment and chemicals.

Things I have to
go to labs for.

I can't pronounce
half of it.

I can show you,
if you want.

Oh, we insist.

Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me, Warden.

My team is deep
into an investigation

of a former inmate
of yours.

Right.
Lawrence Nelson.

Waiting on getting
his case files,

but I wanted
to talk to somebody
who remembered him.

Couldn't forget that kid
if I tried.

Lawrence Nelson
was bright, hardworking.

Was transferred here
from a pretty tough

high-security prison
for good behavior.

That must've helped him
in front of the parole board.

Oh, yeah. So did
his associate's degree.

He earned it
in electrical engineering
while he was here.

Why did he choose
that field?

He was inspired
by his cellmate,
a chemist.

Brilliant guy.
Still here.

Larry hated this place.

Maintained his innocence
throughout,

but he used the time well.

Do you think
he was innocent?

It's rare that a man
would stick to the same story
for 25 years.

If they're guilty,
they usually give up the fight.

But it's easier for me
to believe that he did it.

Why?

Because either way,
he'll never get those
25 years back.

So, you said
you found something?

Yes, I was looking over
the list you sent over,

the items that Gina Abbott
purchased for Larry Nelson?

When I first saw
the chemistry equipment,

I assumed it was some sort of
drug manufacturing operation.

But then I noticed this.

Rosaries.

Rosaries?
As in Catholicism?

Yeah, brought me right back
to Father Phillip telling me

I was going straight to hell
for not using a hall pass.

That's a heavy load to put
on a kid with a small bladder,

especially right before
his bar mitzvah.

-Herbie. Focus.
-Right, yeah.

The... The reason
that the rosaries stood out

is because religious objects
aren't banned in prisons.

So why smuggle them in?

Well, as it turns out,
these aren't just any rosaries.

They're sourced in
the Philippines with beads

made from the seeds
of the abrus precatorius vine.

The rosary pea plant.
And that is bad.

So we're worried
about peas?

Oh, yeah, big-time.

The dried peas themselves
aren't dangerous.

They're used in jewelry
all the time.

But one of the most dangerous
toxins on the planet

is extracted
from them, abrin.

I've never heard of abrin.

You've heard of ricin,
though, right?

Sure, an old favorite
assassination tool of the KGB.

Well, abrin
is 75 times more lethal
and way more rare.

There's no antidote.

If you grind up these seeds
and process them

with sodium hydroxide
and methyl ethyl ketone,

which were both
on the Postman's
contraband list, you get abrin.

So Nelson's helping a prisoner
make a deadly toxin?

Yeah, and judging by
the orders,

whoever it is,
is making a lot of it.

If it were to get into
a food or water supply...

- Or a prison kitchen.
- ...thousands could die.

The orders don't
include any destinations.

I didn't see any indication
of what prison

the materials
were being sent to.

Me neither,
but I did notice

that some of
the order numbers repeat.

They're not order numbers.
They're prisoner numbers.

Prisoner numbers
vary state by state,
but all are unique.

This one, for example,
8978-0324.

That's a federal
prison number.

The last four digits
refer to the sentencing
court's jurisdiction.

And the number assigned
to the rosaries...

He's sending the rosaries
to a prisoner

at Pittman
Correctional Institute.

That's the prison
where the Postman
finished his sentence.

And where Cooper is
right now.

What's the name of Nelson's
former cellmate, the chemist?

You said
he was still here.

Eugene Campos.
Yes, still here. Why?

Put the prison on lockdown now.
We have to talk to him.

He may be in possession
of a chemical-warfare agent.

Search his cell.

It's gone, isn't it?

We were wrong.
We thought Larry Nelson

was sending materials
into the prison

so abrin could be manufactured
and used inside.

But he sent
the materials in

so he could smuggle
the finished toxin out.

Did Nelson's chemist friend
indicate where it was going?

I questioned him.

Eugene confirmed
that he made abrin

using materials
Nelson supplied,

but he refused to say
for whom or why.

And we don't have time
for him to change his mind.

I took a peek at the evidence
from Eugene's cell.

From the residue, it looks like
he was grinding the abrin

down into
a very fine powder,

which you would really only do
if you wanted to aerosolize it.

And with this guy's
engineering ability...

He could create
a chemical weapon.

Abrin is bad enough
when ingested,

but if it's inhaled,
that's a whole different story.

It's bleeding
from the nose,

fluid in the lungs,
respiratory failure, death.

So the only question is,
where is it headed?

Maybe he's selling it.

I'll see what Reddington
has to offer.

In the meantime,
put out an APB for Nelson.

Coordinate with local PD
and set up a perimeter.

He's using drones?

Honestly, Harold,
the things people think of

and what they do
with the things.

Wish drones
were the end of it.

Have you heard of anyone
in your circles

looking to buy
a chemical weapon?

Aerosolized abrin,
to be specific.

Abrin?

Oh, my.
I knew some
Sri Lankan separatists

who dabbled
with the stuff years ago.

But, well, they're dead.

Abrin? You're sure
he's selling it?

Do you think he would use it
for his own means?

You tell me, Harold.
You know Mr. Nelson

much better than I do.

You've known this whole time
that I served on his jury.

It came to my attention.

You know, serving on
Larry Nelson's jury,

that was the first time
I ever sent anyone to prison.

It must've been
difficult.

It was.

I was never sure we made
the right decision,

but I guess I don't
have to wonder anymore.

He's unmistakably
criminal.

As a man with some
criminal experience,

I can assure you
that sometimes

forces much greater
than ourselves

help to lead us
to those waters.

Well, regardless
of how he got there,

he's now in possession
of a chemical weapon

that could kill hundreds.

I'll keep you updated.

I recognize
that it's improbable,

but maybe there's a reason
his girlfriend

-would've lied
about his confession.
-Oh, here we go again.

She was already
at the police station

for some other reason
when she made the accusation.

And before we send a man
to prison,

I think we should know why.

That information was struck
from the record by the judge.

-We're not to consider it.
-Then what about his alibi?

You really want this kid
to be innocent.

But guess what.
Sometimes people do bad things!

Especially kids from
his neck of the woods.

Trust me.
I grew up there.

It's not fair to throw
this kid's life away

because he reminds you of kids
from your high school.

You're putting words
in my mouth.

Larry said he was
at a family cabin
near Tuckahoe State Park.

A neighbor saw him there.

But no one can confirm
that he was there
at the time of the murder.

And running away
to a remote cabin

doesn't really scream
"not guilty."

He said he went there
to be alone, to think.

So that's why
he was there, alone.

Okay. Okay, okay.
Why don't we take a breather?

And when we get back,
we'll take another vote.

Okay.

Hey. You called?

I've been reading
Lawrence Nelson's
old case files.

I found a possible location
to his whereabouts.

Buried in his past.

It's a long shot,
but it's a cabin located

at 1414 Tuckahoe Road.

Alright.
Malik and I are on it.

Clear.

Herbie was right.
This guy is quite an engineer.

Hey. Come here.
Look at this.

These are schematics
for an HVAC system.

He's gonna take out
a whole office building.

It says Baltimore, Maryland,
but there's no address.

So, which building?

Did you serve?

I did. Navy.
Finished my service
a little over a year ago.

Ah. I knew it
when I spotted you.

I-It's in the shoulders,
how we carry ourselves.

I myself had
the distinct honor

of pushing paper
at Fort Shafter.

No kidding. Oahu?

Yeah, yeah, tough gig.

Now I work over at
the Baltimore VA now.

-Now, that is a tough gig.
-Yes.

The system leaves
a lot to be desired.

Boy, is that
an understatement.

Hmm.

Listen, Cooper.

I can tell you
want him to be innocent,
and I understand.

But we both know that decisions
can't be made based on emotion.

I'm just trying
to do right by him.

Oh, come on, though.

If he didn't do it
with the evidence as is,

he's got to be the unluckiest
SOB in Baltimore.

Unlucky isn't a crime.

You want to do right by him.
What about her?

-Who?
-The victim.
Carrie Baker.

If you really don't believe,
based on evidence,

that he killed that woman
beyond a reasonable doubt,

I respect that.

But we never have
enough information in life.

You consider all the facts
that you have,

and you make
the best choice you can.

That's how you do right
by people.

-Hmm.
-You want to save him.

You have it in your eyes.

But you can't save Larry Nelson
from what he's done.

You can't save him
from himself.

You served.

And you know
you can't save 'em all.

Please raise your hand
if you believe the defendant
is guilty.

Hey. Mr. Cooper?

Here are the rest
of the files the courthouse
sent over.

They were sitting outside.

Thank you.
Any update on Malik
and Ressler?

Uh, they're still
at the cabin.

They sent me scans
of his schematics.

It appears he's targeting
a government building
in Baltimore,

but I haven't
narrowed it down
from there.

-Thanks, Herbie.
Stay on it.
-Yeah.

What the hell?

Ressler.

I think
I know the building
that Nelson's targeting.

It's the Attorney General's
office in downtown Baltimore.

It's where the state's
Attorney General,

Christopher Jay, is based.

You're gonna drive
directly to the loading dock

of 200 Saint Peter Place.

Before Christopher Jay
was Maryland Attorney General,

he was a city prosecutor
who sent

an innocent man away
for 25 years.

An innocent man?

You're talking about Nelson?
The Postman?

It's too much
to get into right now,

but I believe that the star
witness in his murder case

all those years ago
was compromised

and that Christopher Jay
let it happen.

If Nelson knows this, too,
then he has a motive

to go after Jay and the people
who work for him.

So it's a revenge play.

Confirm that the
Baltimore AG's office building

matches Nelson's schematics,
and if they do,

call the state police
and pray we're not too late.

Seal it up!

You were right.
Larry Nelson is using the chemical weapon himself.

He's going after the
Maryland Attorney General,

targeting the HVAC system.

Was the Maryland Attorney
General once his prosecutor?

Yes, we've evacuating
the building now,

but we still have a madman

moving through the city
with a bioweapon.

And we have no idea
where he is

or what he'll do
if he's cornered.

So you have to figure out
how he plans to get
the weapon inside.

He can't walk right
into the AG's office.

The only people who work
on the city's pipes and vents

-are Local 4809.
-A union?

Plumbers and
Steamfitters Union.

Who knows?
Maybe one of them might help
a madman for a buck.

I'll give their offices
a call.

I can do you one better.

I happen to know a few of them,
and they cheat at bowling.

I don't know how they do that,
but they do.

Hands up! On your knees!

Where the hell am I?

You're in federal custody,
Mr. Nelson.

I'm Harold Cooper.

You may not remember me,
but we've met before.

So, Reddington
made a call, huh?

Raymond knows Fred Alonso,
boss of Local 4809.

They repair the HVAC systems
in the city of Baltimore.

Alonso tipped off Raymond

as to who might be delivering
the crate to the building.

Raymond's guys
grabbed the vehicle

and had it delivered here.

What about the weapon?

It's being
disassembled now.

They wouldn't let me watch,
but hopefully I can

sneak into evidence
before they get rid
of the aerosolization tank

'cause, boy,
that has got to be

a beautiful piece
of engineering.

Well, maybe evidence
will let you keep

one of the drones,
at least.

Wait. Really?

No.

I'm not signing
a confession.

It's not a confession.

It's a 30-year-old transcript
of your old girlfriend's

first conversation
with the police

on the night
of Carrie Baker's murder,

the same conversation
that made her the star witness

against you in court.

That transcript should've been
given to your counsel.

It wasn't.

She doesn't mention me.

At all.

The BPD was investigating her
for drug charges.

The fact that she gave them
a story about you

less than 24 hours
after the murder

and that the prosecution
withheld this information

at trial suggests that she may
have testified against you

as part of a quid-pro-quo deal
orchestrated by the prosecutor.

Hmm. She was scared
to go to prison.

So she sent me instead.

The prosecutor,
Christopher Jay,
he had political ambitions,

wanted to improve
the homicide clearance rate,

so he did what he could.

How are you so familiar
with my case?

I was on your jury.

Oh.

So you fell
for her story, too.

I voted to convict
because the evidence

was overwhelmingly
against you.

Unlawfully so,
it seems.

I'm sorry.

I remember.

You were so adamant then
that you were innocent.

Well, I was
telling the truth.

We have to hold you accountable
for your new crimes.

Still, I'm gonna do
everything I can

to have the original crime
expunged from your record.

And I'm going to try
to hold Christopher Jay
accountable, too.

What difference
does it make now?

It makes
all the difference.

Hey, congrats on
your first case, Herbie.

Thank you. Anyone want
to go out, celebrate?

-What were you thinking?
-I know a great bar nearby.

I mean, I'm not
drinking right now.

I have to stay sharp
for a tournament,

but this place has
a really good table.

Maybe you guys would be down
for a little casual game?

I'm sorry.
Are you talking about--

Foosball, yes.
Yes, I am.

I'm sorry. I got a phone call
I got to deal with.

Thank you so much,
but I got, like, laundry to do.

Alright. No.
I totally get it.

It's not for everybody.
Don't worry about it.

I'll go with you, Herbie.

-What? Really?
-Yes. Why not?

I like soccer.

Why not soccer
on a table?

Exactly. Yes.

And just like soccer,
it is deeply technical

and has a growing fan base
in America.

Also, by the way,
it dates back to the 1890s.

Hey. I just got
your message.

What's, uh...
What's going on?

Yeah, yeah, it's... It's...
It's been, um...

Not good.

It's okay.
It's all part of it.

You know, the thing about,
um, being back in the world

is that, um,
people are watching you.

You may be doing better,

but everybody's expecting you
to mess up, so...

Why not get it over with?

My dealer called.

I blocked his number,
but he got a new phone,
and, um...

Just hearing his voice,
it brought me back.

Figured it was gonna
happen anyway, so...

Hmm.

Don, you realize
you just destroyed $400?

And I'll do it again
the next time you call.

And the time after that.

So stop wasting your money.

Excuse me.

Would you mind
clearing these

and getting us
another round of coffee?

Thank you.

We're gonna wait here
until the meeting
tonight, okay?

I'm not going anywhere,
and neither are you.

Whoa!

I didn't know you knew
how to video call!

No.
My friend Herbie
walked me through it.

-Did you open the gift?
-What gift?

Well, there should be
a delivery man on
your porch right now.

Hold on!

Now, I know that a lot
of people today are partial

to games
with animation,

lights, colors,
and sounds.

But this will make you better
at all of them.

Madison doesn't
stand a chance.

Oh, my gosh!

It's so cute!

Yeah.
I thought it was cute.

But, Pinkie...
I have no idea how to play.

Well, I'm down
a chess partner,

and I thought
I could teach you.
But you'll beat me.

Yes, I'll trounce you.

It'll be very dispiriting,
but not for me, of course.

But here's the thing
about chess.

You and your opponent have
the exact same information.

No one is hiding anything.

Everything is right there
on the board and in your head.

I don't know, Agnes.

Even when you think
it's all laid out for you,

Pinkie can be very tricky.

You'll not just have to
think several steps ahead.

You'll be replaying
every move you made

since you began the game.

Playing against him
will make you sharper,

and since this is
practically math homework,

you can play for a little.

Excellent! Okay.
So, let's get you set up.

Now, smoke before fire.

That means the white pieces
move before the black.