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What's up, fam?
I'm back to help you

with all your smoking needs
in the birthplace of America,

City of Brotherly Love,
the city that loves you back.

Like me. Sammy D.

And I'm live at the Quick Stop
in Crum Lynne

shopping for
a decent blunt wrap.

Let's take a look
at the inventory, shall we?

Oh, wow! Check this out.

This is like your OG
smoker paradise right here.

You got your basic hemp leaf,
organic wraps.

Shoot, flavors galore.
You can't go wrong.

Rose petal wraps.

If you want to
feel boujee, I guess.

Hands in the air!

Everyone! Now!

You, with the phone!
Drop that phone!

Harold Cooper.

Harold, I sent you
a news link.

We're following breaking news

as we come to you
live this morning.

Local police are working
a hostage situation

at a convenience store
outside Philadelphia.

Why am I watching this?

A young man was live-streaming
when the gunman entered.

The footage went viral.
I think I saw Raymond inside.

I'm on my way
to pick up Ressler.

Wait. Reddington is
holding up a food mart?

He appears to be a hostage.

Why is he in Philadelphia?

I don't know.

I tried calling him,
but he wouldn't answer.

This video contains
threats of violence...

Hold on, Dembe.

...and may be disturbing
to some viewers.

Two hundred
and sixty-eight followers!

Hands in the air!
Everyone! Now!

You, with the phone!
Drop that phone!

It does look like him,
doesn't it?

You really think
that's Reddington?

Can we take a chance
it's not?

If Raymond is arrested
in front of TV cameras,
we can't help him.

This task force is already
hanging by a threat.

Cynthia Panabaker
is coming in to the
Post Office today.

She wants a briefing
on the status of Wujing

- and the Troll Farmer.
- You haven't told her?

That Reddington
executed Wujing

and recruited
the Troll Farmer?

No, I haven't figured out
how to explain that yet.

This is not the day
to be behind the curve,

so let's get ahead of
this hostage situation.

I'm sorry to barge in,
but there's a viral video
out there,

- and I swear it looks
just like Reddington.
- Reddington. I know.

Ressler and Dembe
are on their way.

- What can I do?
- We have a separate fire
to put out.

I need you to conduct
an inventory of our case files.

Seriously? W-Why?

Senator Panabaker is
on her way here right now.

She doesn't know Reddington
used the HexRoot program

to tamper with our database.

If Main Justice
learns the truth,

I need to find out exactly
what damage he's done.

I'll do whatever you need,
but my security clearance

doesn't give me access
to all of your cases.

Oh, you've tried to open them?

Uh...

I was curious about some
of my mother's old cases,

specifically her last case.

You want to know
why she was killed.

It's why I joined
this task force.

I've asked around,
but nobody can tell me anything

because it's above
my clearance level.

Not anymore.

I received approval for
your interim TS/SCI clearance

a couple of days ago.

Our entire system
is open to you,

but today
I need you to stay on task.

Conduct a damage assessment
and report to me.

Look at this.
This is not good.

I just hope Raymond
isn't inside.

There's a Zoomer Car.
Isn't that how he's been
getting around these days?

One of the ways.

- How do we explain
our presence here?
- Lie.

Ah. Agent Ressler, FBI.
This is Agent Zuma.

The suspect inside that store
fits the profile

of a man
we've been chasing

for multiple armed robberies
across state lines.

Thank God.
We've been doing out best here

till the big guns arrive.

We'll take it from here.
What's the situation inside?

Subject is armed and barricaded

with an unknown number
of hostages.

We're maintaining a perimeter
with six uniforms,

two covering the back exit.

Have you attempted
to make contact?

No. I mean, sort of.
I was the first responder.

When I pulled up, the assailant
saw me through the window

and shouted to stay back
or he'd start killing hostages.

We're just...
We're a small borough,
you know?

We don't get these kinds
of situations out here.

Did anyone make it
out of the store when
the gunman entered?

No, but there was a woman
inside right before.

County sent over
this mobile command truck.

- She's waiting in there.
- Thank you.

Okay, so, I had just bought
my little morning coffee,

and I was heading
to the car,

when I saw the devil himself
walking my way, right?

Like, I'll never forget
those dark eyes.

He was strung out
like a research monkey.

I knew he was up to no good

even before I got a look
at that revolver.

Are you sure it was a revolver?

Yes, sir.
I saw the cylinder.

Look, my daddy always said

he's rather have six absolutes
than 15 maybes.

You know, on account
of semi-automatic misfires.

We sure could use your help
identifying those hostages.

Uh, can you tell us who was
inside the store when you left?

I... Let's see.

There was, um...
There was Ji-Min.

She's this real nice
Korean lady.

She sells me
my Powerball tickets.

And there was, uh,
the stoner kid with,
like, his iPhone,

and, um, an old woman.

Oh, and I saw
an older man, too.

Was that the man
wearing the fedora?

The man had
a fedora, definitely.

I love those hats.
They're so stylish, right?

So, a total of
four hostages, then?

Wait. I...
There might have been somebody

wearing a Phillies hat,
as well?

I remember the hat.

So maybe five hostages?

Maybe.

Harold Cooper.

Lot of signs point
to Reddington as
a hostage inside the store.

Look. We've tried texting him,
but no luck.

This is Reddington
we're talking about.

I can't believe he hasn't
pumped the gunman

full of bullets by now.

Well, maybe he's waiting
for us to take control

of the situation out here
so he can avoid
public exposure.

- Can you control the scene?
- Not without help.

I'd like authorization
to call in a TAC team,
one of our own.

We got to clear out this
local PD and the news media,

- take complete command
out here.
- Excellent idea.

Make sure the TAC team
includes a hostage negotiator.

Get those
people out safely.

Cynthia.
It's good to see you.

You say that now.

Is there someplace
we can talk, Harold?

Cooper signed off
on a TAC team.

I'll make sure
they get here fast.

It won't happen
fast enough.

You gotta be
kidding me. SWAT?

Philly's best.
I told you the big guns
were on their way.

They were the first ones
I called.

Sergeant McGinley,
we appreciate your
presence here,

but a federal HRT team
will be here within the hour.

I'm sure
the armed suspect inside

will show the courtesy
to wait.

Powers, set up
an inner perimeter

and find a wall
to snake a camera through.

I want to see what
we're up against in there.

You have building
schematics yet?

I don't think you heard me.

I'm part of an FBI unit
that reports directly

to the Attorney General.

You make any intrusion
into that building,

you're gonna face
Main Justice.

I know how
to follow orders,

but the second this turns into
an active-shooter situation,
this is my show.

I don't know how we're
gonna sneak Reddington

out of this circus,
even with our own TAC team.

The DSL line
into the building was cut.

Local PD just
reconnected it for me.

I'm calling inside now.

Well, I just hope
our gunman's trigger finger

isn't as itchy as our
SWAT friend out there.

Quick Stop.
Can I help you?

This is Agent Zuma
with the FBI.

Everything is
under control out here.

Is everyone okay
inside there?

He wants to know
if everyone's okay.

No! Nothing is okay in here!

If anyone comes
close to this store,
I start shooting people!

Please, let him know that
no one is coming inside.

Hang up the phone!

Now!

That boy in there
is gonna start shooting

before your HRT team gets here.
You know that, right?

Last week, you walked
a notorious criminal

into my office,
one Mr. Bo Chang.

Why? Because he had
just stolen a dangerous

cyber weapon from the NSA.

You then allowed Mr. Chang
to escape from your custody.

Why? Because unknown to him,

he was actually
escaping from an
exact replica of this building

that was
painstakingly recreated
by Raymond Reddington.

Why? To lure Wujing,

an even more
notorious criminal,

to his unwitting arrest.

If ever there was a story

whose ending I wanted
to find out more,

I can't think of it,
but, Harold,

since our last meeting,
you've been more mute

than a mime at mass.

Our plan ran
into complications.

We waited at the duplicate
Post Office,

- but Wujing never showed.
- How come?

He went to the real
Post Office instead.

When we returned,
we found his body

and the body
of his associate.

Both had been shot.

Where are the bodies now?

In cold storage.

Why am I only learning
of this now?

We're still investigating
to determine exactly
what happened.

The cameras were wiped.

I'm gonna save you some time
and tell you what happened.

Reddington happened.

He didn't build a Post Office
to fool Wujing.

He built it to fool you,
and you played
right into his hands.

Standing guard for an attack
that was never gonna come.

How did Wujing get
the real address?

I have to believe Reddington
fed it to him somehow

so he could
execute Wujing himself

instead of allowing us
to arrest him.

Executing a man
inside a federal facility.

It's gonna spell
the end of us, Harold.

Reddington's days
of going unchecked are over.

Where is he now?

Choppers are 20 minutes out.

Twenty minutes?
This could be over in five.

I need details on
what kind of threat

we're dealing with
inside there.

What's our gunman's name?
Any criminal record?

We're not authorized
to share that information.

Look, I am sick and tired
of getting jerked around
by the two of you.

Active shooter.
All teams, breacher up
on my go!

Stand down, Sergeant!

No. Blind intrusions
only puts hostages at risk.

=So do bullets.
One bullet.

And we don't know
if anyone inside is hurt.

I'm calling inside.

This is a mistake.
You're gonna get everyone
in that store killed.

If we have a chance to
deescalate the situation,

then that's what we'll do.

- That's it. We're going in.
- No, you will not!

This is Agent Ressler
with the FBI.

We need to know
if anyone's hurt inside.

Please, answer the phone.

- All teams, on my go!
- No!

Don't shoot!
You can come in now!

Crazy man dead!

Alright. We'll take point.
You hold your team back.

Do not enter unless
I give you clearance.

Stand down.

Soon as we get inside,
we have to get Raymond
out of sight.

FBI agents.
Everyone stay calm.

He's dead.

Is anyone else in here?

Just us.

Let's check the back,
just in case.

Go, go!

Contact!
Give me a two! Back room!

Hold that order.

Keep your hands up!

All clear.
Nobody in back.

Let's get medical help
in here.

Good news. Sue just had
her 12-month doctor visit,

and she is on target
with all of her

developmental milestones.

Except finger pointing,
which I always thought
was rude.

You alright?

I don't know. I...

Cooper asked me to
sort through the files

Reddington tampered with,

and I couldn't help
but take a peek

at my mother's personnel file.

Yeah, well, human nature.
I totally get it.

There's a reference to me
in her FBI name check

as "adopted child."

So I pulled
my birth certificate,

which I've never read,
because, I mean, who has?

And it shows that I was born
at a health clinic in Kolkata.

I take it this is
all news to you?

My mother told me
I was born in the UK.

And to make matters worse,
I did some research,

and I don't think that
health clinic ever existed.

Maybe it's time
to call your Pops?

No, I don't want to drag him
into all this, or my brother,

not until I know what's up,
if anything.

She was always
so straightforward with me.

If I was adopted,
she would have told me.

It has to be
a mistake, right?

I mean, I have
my grandmother's feet.

I mean, there is one way
to find out.

This personnel file
includes a copy

of Meera Malik's
DNA profile.

I could run a DNA test
against yours.

If you want.

What I want is not
to have seen any of this.

The crazy man
came to rob the safe,

hit me with his gun.

Sammy tried to stop him.
Brave boy.

They fought for gun like this.

And then boom!

Why did he hit you?
What set him off?

You. Not you.
All you people out there.

I told him,
"Put down the gun
before you hurt us."

That's when he hit me.

Excuse me.

I ran our assailant's ID.

His name's Jack Davis
from Philly.

Some minor drug offenses,
assault charges.

A nobody,
in other words.

Yeah, I say we let the locals
close this one out.

I don't see any reason
for us to stick around,
do you?

Yes, I do.

The witness inside the store
before the robbery

saw a gunman
with a revolver.

She was very clear about that.

Look at the weapon
that was recovered here.

That is
definitely not a revolver.

A Browning High Power.
Wooden grips.

I'd recognize it anywhere.
That's Raymond's gun.

And those are his clothes.

We need to interview
these hostages, all of them.

I want to know exactly
what went down in here

and where the hell
Reddington went.

Alright, we're gonna
go through this from
the very beginning, okay?

So, where were you when
the suspect entered the store?

Behind the counter.
Yelling at Sammy.

Uh, then I heard a loud voice.

Hands in the air!
Everyone! Now!

You, with the phone!
Drop that phone!

You! Hands!

Where were you standing
at the time?

Right here.
Right in front of
the smoking accessories.

Quick Stop has
a fine selection,
if you're in the market.

And the gentleman
in the fedora,

where was he when
the assailant entered?

It's just a Peanut Chew.
No cause for alarm.

Move! Move over there!
All of you! Where I can
see you!

You were saying
that you were wearing
both that coat

and the hat at that time?

Yeah. I love this coat.

It's very slimming.
And, uh, the hat.

You get to be my age,
you do what you can.

My wife, Maxy,
she loves the look.

Humphrey Bogart.

When I saw you
in the viral video,
you were standing alone.

I didn't see your wife.

She was in the back.
Picking out a yogurt.

And who screamed back there?
Who else is in this store?

Please, don't shoot.

Get your ass over there now!

Now, you.

Open the safe.

No keys.
Manager has the keys.

Here.

Take the money and go!

I'm not here for pocket change!

I want the safe!

- What time's
the manager get in?
- 8:30.

Well, we'll wait.

You!

Turn that sign around
and shut the blinds!

This is a bad plan.

You see the camera?

Yeah.

You got
a security camera, lady.

And I bet you pushed
the silent alarm, too.

But I cut
the data line outside.

I thought this out.

And you're positive that
you four were the only ones
inside this store,

other than the gunman?

I didn't see anyone else.

A customer who was here
could have sworn she remembered

seeing someone wearing
a Phillies cap.

You mean those?

That could have been
what she saw.

Tell us more about
this gunshot we heard.

Oh. That was terrifying.

Damn it. Damn it!

How did they know?

One of you must have called!

- Who called?
- You took my phone, man.

My phone's on the charger
in the car.

Hey. This is over.

You put the gun down now
before people get hurt.

Are you telling me
what to do?

No.

I give the orders here!

No!

What am I
supposed to do, Harold?

We have a task force
built around an asset

you can't control or reach
on a cellphone apparently.

Reddington's been
more of a free spirit
than usual lately.

I can't deny it.

I've lied to the AG
so many times
to hide his indiscretions,

but this time,
it's just too big
to sweep under the rug.

We'll find a path forward,
Cynthia. We always do.

I know my path.

I'm gonna meet
with the AG tomorrow

and advise that he launch
a full DOJ investigation

into the execution of Wujing
and his associate

inside a federal facility,

interviews, forensics,
autopsies, the works.

You know that will spell
the end of this task force.

You also know the good work
we do here.

What can I do
to change your mind?

Get Reddington's ass
in front of me to
explain himself.

By the end of the day.

Anything less, I'm going
to the Attorney General.

Ressler.
I need a status report.

Well, we're about to head out.

None of the hostages
put Reddington at the scene.

He's not here
physically now, so...

Do you believe he was there?

Honestly, I don't know
what to believe.

We got a coat and a hat
and a gun here just like his,
but no Reddington.

I suppose it could
all be a coincidence.

Look, the good news is
there's no hard proof
either way,

- so we dodged a bullet.
- I'm sorry to report

there's an even bigger bullet
headed our way

unless we can get Reddington
to Panabaker today.

So, Agent Ressler,
I'll ask you again.

Do you believe that Reddington

was a hostage
inside that store?

Yeah, I do.

Then you and Dembe
get back there
and break those witnesses

and find Reddington.

I know you're all
ready to go home

and, you know, leave
this nightmare behind you,

but first I feel like
we could all use

a little, um, sharing time.

How about I go first?

See, as an FBI agent,
I'm not in the business
of responding

to, uh, armed robberies,

uh, by strung-out junkies
at roadside food marts.

If I'm being honest with you,
what brought me here today

is my pursuit of the FBI's
Most Wanted criminal,

Raymond Reddington.

But, then, I think
you already knew that.

That is a fine hat.

You mind if i take
a closer look?

Hmm!

A Borsa... lino?

- Is that Italian?
- I guess.

Hmm. Sounds Italian.

What about this coat?
Huh? Oh.

Loro Piana.

Why, this is the same brand
that's favored by our fugitive.

Huh. I don't know much
about fashion,

but my partner over here,
he sure follows the trends.

Agent Zuma, what would you say
this, um, ensemble costs?

About $5,000.

Five thousand dollars?

That's a lot of money
for a truck driver
on disability, Ron.

Now, Maxy, did you approve
this extravagant purchase?

Bogart. I love Bogart.

Bogart.

Look,
we know you're all scared,

and we know
the gun left behind
belonged to our fugitive.

What did he do?
Did he threaten you?

Did he promise you money?

We know he did something
to convince you

to wear his clothes.

And you...
to make up a story.

And you... to be a hero.

Alright. No more lies!

Alright, you tell me
exactly what went down
inside this store,

or we're arresting all of you

for aiding and abetting
a wanted killer!

Do you understand me?

Okay, okay.

There was a man here.
It's true.

This man?
Yes, that's him.

He walked into the store
right before the crazy guy.

Wanted Peanut Chews.

Check it out.

You got your basic hemp leaf,
organic wraps.

Man, flavors galore.

Rose petal wraps.

If you want to feel boujee,
I guess.

Excuse me. Do you sell
Goldenberg's Peanut Chews?

I can never
resist the temptation
when in Philadelphia.

Uh, second aisle on your right.

Ah. Thank you.

I think the yogurt cups
are in the back cooler.

Oh, thank heaven.
I need my morning Go-Gurt.

Hey. You open, you buy!

Oh,
I can see you're
very agitated, but listen.

I'm giving you free publicity.
Yo, I got like 268 followers.

Hands in the air!
Everyone! Now!

You, with the phone!
Drop that phone!

You! Hands!

Just a Peanut Chew.
No cause for alarm.

So, the man standing
here in the video,
that was Reddington.

Most definitely, Officer.

- We're agents.
- My bad.

So I'm guessing you weren't
the one who shot the assailant.

No, sir.
Agent, sir.

Why don't you tell us how
this gunshot really went down?

Damn it! Damn it!

How did they know?

One of you must've called!

Who called?
You took my phone.

My phone's on the charger
in the car.

Hey. This is over.

Put gun down now
before people get hurt.

Are you telling me what to do?

No.

I give the orders here!

Hey, pistol whip.

What did
Reddington do next?

He told us
he was a wanted man.

He said he's someone
we don't want to cross.

He was holding a gun
when he said it.

He made me
swap hats and coats.

You were wearing
a Phillies cap.

He knew the FBI
would come for him.

But what if he comes
after us?

We'll provide
federal protection
if necessary.

But where is Reddington?
How did he get out
of the building?

Back door.

He went through the back
when you came to the front.

Did he say
where he was going?

He asked if there
was a bus station.

I told him
two blocks east.

You buy their story?

It's not like Raymond
to threaten civilians,

but he was cornered.

Don't know how
he could've made it out
without being seen.

I mean, SWAT had
this exit covered.

The cashier said
the gunman was dead.

McGinley and his team
must've regrouped

before they followed us inside.

It's like Brussels
all over again.

I spent years
hunting Reddington,

and he was always
just one step ahead.

We have a lead this time.
The bus station.

Maybe we'll get one step
ahead of him this time.

Done. I ran a rapid analysis
on the DNA profiles
in the system

for you and your mother.

Uh, and...

And I printed out the results
and put it in this envelope.

I didn't read it.

I didn't want to violate,
you know, your privacy

or open myself up
to any HR complaints.

- Oh.
- You don't
have to open that.

I could tear that up right now
in teeny, tiny, little pieces,

and we can forget
this ever happened.

What would you do
if you found out today

that you might be adopted?

Oh, I'd be fine.
I would celebrate.

Boy, that would be
a doozy of a phone call
with Mom and Dad.

I might make that call anyway.

Look, did you like
your childhood?

Did you feel loved?

Yeah.

Right up until the point
when my mother was killed.

If your world view
is working for you,

why take a risk in fixing
something that isn't broken?

Because I need to know.

That world view?

It's broken now.

Any leads on Reddington?
We're running out of time

if we're gonna get him
in front of Panabaker.

We just left
the bus station.

A bus bound for DC
departed shortly after
Raymond escaped.

We figure that that's
where he's going

since the convenience store
is south of Philly.

Excellent. Give me
the bus number, and we'll
take over from here.

We're gonna
check out his warehouse,

see if he found
another way into town.

Bus 2250,
I've got an FBI agent
on the line,

- needs to talk to you.
- FBI?

I'm gonna transfer.
Margo, you're on the line

with FBI Agent Siya Malik.
Margo, hello.

I need to know if you have
a passenger on board.

White male, 60s, ample build.

May be wearing a gray jacket
and a Phillies cap.

Sounds like half the men
who ride my bus.

Hold on.

I see a guy like that.

Back seat. He's either
asleep or faking it.

What do you want me to do?

We're... We're about to
pull out of Baltimore.

Stay on your route
and act normal.

I'm gonna meet you
at your last scheduled
stop in DC.

Alright.

- You coming?
- Isn't that a bit excessive?

It's just Raymond.

What are you gonna do,
shoot him?

Just wait here.

- Hey.
- What the--

Oh. Sorry.

Uh...

When can I
open my store?

People are gonna
be dying to shop here

after the shootout today.

Look, the crime scene
is released,

but you can't reopen until you
hire a cleanup crew, alright?

That's a lot of blood.

♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh ♪

That was fast thinking.

"The back door."
Good one.

- You really think
that one dude bought it?
- I hope so.

If our new friend
makes good on all
the stuff he promised us,

I'll never have to work
another day in my life.

You're already
on disability, dear.

What if we went
through all this
and he blows us off?

No. He's an honorable man.

He saved our lives.
He will do as he says. Hmm?

♪ Show me your wild side ♪

Well, that was unpleasant.

We don't have much time.

I'm a wanted criminal.

The worst of the worst,
if you believe the FBI's list.

Of course, I'm not much
of a list person myself.

I prefer to rely
on my instincts

when it comes to judging
someone's character.

Ignore that.

Okay. So, here's what happened.

The bad guy here, he...

What's your name, dear?

Ji-Min.

He struck Ji-Min with his gun.

Our young Internet-er
rushed to her aid,

fought over the weapon,
and it went off.

Sir, if you don't mind,
your jacket, please.

Wait. You want us
to lie to the cops?

Well, I could
frighten you all and tell you

that I'll have my people
do their worst,

but what's the point
when it's so much easier

to make you happy?

Or at least make you rich.

This is Agent Ressler
with the FBI.

We need to know
if anyone inside is hurt,

so please answer the phone.

How rich?

Jackpot rich.
Wish-come-true rich.

Rich enough
to pay all your bills

and start something new,
something exciting.

Ji-Min, do you have
a favorite bar?

Chikin Ba.

Chikin Ba?

I'll send a representative
to meet all of you
there tonight.

He'll have your money.

All I need now is a way
to get out of here.

Oh, dear.

I made it through
the case files.

As expected,
Reddington used
the HexRoot program

to scrub himself
from the records.

Any references to him
or the intel he provided

are missing or redacted.

- What about his
immunity agreement?
- Gone.

It's like he was
never part of this team.

I don't understand
Raymond's play here.

He's left himself
completely unprotected

from prosecution
by the US government.

What happens tomorrow
when Panabaker turns us
over to the DOJ?

I mean, we're the ones
who are gonna take

the full blame
for Wujing's murder.

Panabaker
will do what she does.

If we have to face
Main Justice,

we'll mount the best
defense possible,

but we can't do anything
until we locate our asset,

who's becoming more erratic
by the hour.

Once we find him,
I'll need someone

who can keep eyes on him
at all times.

I'll do it.
I don't have a life.

The assignment is yours.

Everyone, go home,
get a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow, we'll discuss
the best strategy
to handle the DOJ.

Agent Malik, a moment.

I'm just checking in.
Are you okay?

Are you sure
you want to do this?

Yes.

But...

I went through
the case files today.

All the case files.

You read
how your mother died.

Among other things.

The file said that she was
attacked in a nightclub

from behind
and her throat was slit.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.
I expected the worst.

What I didn't expect was...

I joined this team
because I wanted to know

what happened to her.

And why.

This task force
had the answers,

so I wanted
to be one of you,

find out if her death
meant something.

She was my mother.

Then you read the case file.

And it read like
many other case files.

No logic to the crime.

No reason. No answers.

Yeah.

When something important
in your life is unknown,

it can lead to a feeling
of helplessness.

You took a job in intelligence

so you could take control
of your life with knowledge.

But in this job,
the only real knowledge
to be had

is that most questions
never find a satisfying answer.

But if you need to know
if your mother's death

meant something more
than what it meant to you,

I can tell you...

Meera Malik was
a good woman
and a fine agent.

She saved lives.

And her loss
was immeasurable.

Cynthia.

I received a voicemail
message from Harold today

that you have urgent business
to discuss with me.

You missed my deadline.

I did.

But I'm here now.

Doesn't matter.

I can't cover for you
anymore, Raymond,

waiting for your casual
disregard for human life

to destroy my career
and the careers of others.

I set a meeting with
the Attorney General tomorrow

to tell him everything I know,

starting with your execution
of Wujing

and his associate Zhang Wei
inside the Post Office.

I don't care
what it'll cost me.

And I know what it'll cost me.

You must be referring to this.

My casual disregard
for humanity

served you well enough
when you needed

someone interrogated
to save a member
of your family.

I still have the recording,
of course.

Send it to
The New York Times.

I don't care.

I'm ready to pay
for my mistakes.

Do your worst.

Cynthia, I'm trying
to do my best.

It's in nobody's interest
if you're only helping
the task force

because I'm forcing you to.

Help them because
the world is a better
place with them in it.

Wujing and the Blacklisters
that he broke out of prison,

that mess was created

by my former associate,
Marvin Gerard.

It was my mess to clean up.

Anyway, that's my two cents.

Spend it how you will.

Lorelei, cancel
my meeting with the
Attorney General tomorrow.

The Barnes Foundation?
Where'd you get that?

It's from Pinky.

When did he give that to you?

Pinky works
in mysterious ways.

I-I was upstairs
and came down for a snack,

and these were sitting on
the kitchen table with a note.

You mind
if I read the note?

"Dear Agnes,
last we visited,

I was so pleased to hear
your exciting stories

about your field trip to
the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

But upon reflection,
I was a little disappointed

that you didn't have a chance
to experience

the amazing artworks
of the Barnes Foundation.

So I rented a car yesterday

and drove there to buy
a catalogue for you.

Looks like Reddington's
not here.

He was here.

I would've
gotten the catalogue
to you sooner,

but I ran into a little trouble
when I stopped on the way home

to buy some world-famous
Goldenberg's Peanut Chews.

Anyway, I wanted you to see

how the Barnes Collection
integrates art and objects

from across cultures
and time periods

to reveal the universal impulse
to create wonder.

The kind of wonder
that exists within each of us

and makes life worth living.

So enjoy the catalogue.

Hopefully we can go
to the Barnes together one day.

I love you. Pinky."

Sweet of him. Right?

Amazing.