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Red. We're all set.

- How many?
- Six.

Four around the perimeter,
two in the catwalks.

- Any obstructions?
- None.

Wide angle, night
vision, motion detection.

We should have what we need.

We should or we do?

- Red, uh...
- Check again.

I told you, there's no
room for error on this.

If we can't see

or, worse, Harold or
anyone clocks a camera...

That won't happen.

We're talking about
an eighth of an inch,

but we'll triple check.

But I'm telling you, we're good.

Find some wood and knock on it.

Mr. Chang.

Whether you realize it or not,

you are currently attending
what I like to call

a Come To Jesus meeting.

You have a choice to make,

and what you do next

will either be your salvation...

or your ruin.

We sent the mobile
command module

we recovered from
your safe house

to the NSA for examination.

And guess what.

They say the program you
stole wasn't on the system.

- No?
- No.

Apparently, it had
already been stripped

and uploaded to an
unknown location.

- I see.
- No.

I don't think you
do, Mr. Chang.

That's why I asked
Director Cooper

to bring you to my office,
so I could enlighten you.

The HexRoot program
is a national asset,

the result of thousands
of hours of development

and more time and money
than our government

will ever formally acknowledge.

Losing it is not an option.

But as you just said,
it's already lost.

Misplaced. Temporarily.

Because you are
going to return it

and help us catch Wujing
and everyone else involved.

Or?

Or you will discover
what it feels like

to have the full weight
of the American government

come bearing down
on one tiny troll.

Two hours.

- Understood.
- Not a minute more.

If he hasn't cooperated by then,
I'm authorizing his transport

to a CIA black site for
more advanced interrogation.

On your feet.

Are we really doing this?

I guess so. They're
coming out the door.

Take him back to Interrogation.

The senator set
a two-hour clock.

If he hasn't cooperated by
then, he's leaving the country.

[Ressler] She's turning
him over to the Agency?

That's entirely up to him.

Are those necessary? You
already blacked out the windows.

What am I gonna see?

[Dembe] You don't
have to put them on.

If you prefer, I
can do it for you.

Tow agents, one guest.

Check.

10 minutes out. We're
initiating the Access Protocol.

You got our
instructions? Yes, sir.

We need to be sure that
this van isn't followed.

Understood.

We're taking additional
diversionary measures.

[panel slides]

Wujing won't stop.
You know that, right?

You can take all the
measures you want.

Eventually, he will
figure out where you are.

Bo Chang. Previously admitted,

returning from Senator
Panabaker's office.

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[woman] Stand on the line.

Hold still.

[beeping]

Right hand.

[beeping]

- Are we clear?
- Prints are still running.

This is ridiculous.

It's me. I was just
here an hour ago.

[beeping]

Chang comma Bo. A.K.A.
Farmer comma Troll.

Now you're clear.

[door slides]

And there he is.

Clock's ticking, Reddington!

I'm talking to a dead man.

So dramatic. It's sad.

For all your talent, you
never did have any judgment.

Come on. Wujing?

You're finally out of
prison, it's a new day,

and you choose to align yourself
with a washed-up assassin

who's spreading rumors

about things he couldn't
possibly understand.

He understands enough.

You of all people know
that what you think you see

is rarely the full picture.

I hope you're hearing me, Chang.

Because if you want
to live through this,

you'll tell these agents
what they want to know.

Let's go.

[beeps]

It's not just Reddington.

They know your names.

Ressler, Zuma, Malik, Cooper.

Time's up at 2:30.

You have an hour
and 27 minutes left.

Not just your
names. Y-Your faces.

[Ressler] Alright.
We get it, Chang.

We believe you. You're
a real tough guy.

We'll be back in five minutes
to get your statement.

[door closes]

[Ressler] We're wasting time.
You have less than an hour.

Where is Wujing?

You know, the HexRoot program
doesn't officially exist,

so how did Wujing know it
was leaving the Pentagon?

What does he want it for?

Answer the question!

What do you think?

It's priceless.

So he intends to sell it.

Of course. Every enemy
this country has,

and half of its friends
would pay a fortune

for a copy of that software.

No, it's not about
the money, is it?

Come on, man. Everything's
about the money.

It's just not the
man's top priority.

He wants to take
down Reddington.

Wrong.

We don't want to
take down Reddington.

We want to expose the truth.

The truth will take
down Reddington.

So why did he come to you?

Because I was on
Marvin Gerard's list.

And because Wujing knows
that I have the skill set

to use it to hack your system.

Looking for what exactly?

All of it. Every case file.

Every Main Justice directive.
His immunity agreement.

Everything that proves
Reddington's connection

to the FBI.

Yeah, but our
archives are secure.

Your archives are offline.

Doesn't mean they're secure.

Well, it means that you can't access
them outside of this building.

Why? What's he gonna do?
Attack a federal facility?

Who knows?

[knocking on door]

[beeps]

- [Dembe] Any luck?
- [Ressler] Mmm-mmm.

Panabaker scares him,
but Wujing terrifies him.

- [Dembe] Well, he's not gonna like the CIA.
- Hmm.

[Ressler] Well, Reddington
said he wasn't gonna talk.

I hate it when he's right.

[Dembe] Stick to it.

The Agency's sending a
team over to pick him up.

That was about
your Agency escort.

Transport team's on its way.

So, Wujing, how much does
he know about this place?

Your time's up.

[scoffs] My time?

See, I don't get it, Chang.
I mean, why not cooperate?

You can't help Wujing now.
Why not try to help yourself?

Because I'm not buying what
the government's selling.

Any way you slice it,
I'm going to prison

for a long time,
and on the inside,

I need friends, not enemies
with a long reach like Wujing.

You really think
a guy like Wujing

is gonna appreciate
your loyalty?

We'll see.

To be honest, I'm less
interested in helping him

than I am in hurting Reddington.

Well. Safe travels, Chang.

You're the CIA's problem now.

[beeps]

[door closes]

No dice. Still talking tough.

Seems like he knows
something that we don't.

[electricity crackles]

[door beeps]

[door beeps]

[door unlocks]

[suspenseful music playing]

- [alarm blaring]
- What happened?

I don't know. He must've
gotten out somehow.

What do you mean? I
was just with him.

His hands were cuffed,
and the door was locked.

- Well, he's out and on the move.
- Where?

I would think
looking for an exit.

Alright. Code red. We got a
runner at large in the building.

Bo Chang. He's on foot.
Last seen in Box One.

He probably took
the east corridor.

Initiate a full lockdown.

- Dembe, what's going on?
- Chang is making a run for it.

[Ressler] Hey.

- Who's got eyes?
- Cameras are coming up now.

There he is. He's found
the east corridor.

Alright. We're on it.

[breathing heavily]

He's almost out.

[Ressler] We're approaching
the ground floor.

- He's gone.
- What do you think?

I think it worked.

[both laugh]

Well, shut my mouth
and call me Shirley.

It's incredible, isn't it?

Astounding!

I'd say I'd never
seen anything like it,

but that certainly
isn't the case.

What... How? Harold,
what am I looking at?

Believe me, I had
the same question.

Reddington brought me here for
the first time a few days ago,

right after the Troll
Farmer was arrested.

Harold, you look flummoxed.

What on earth?

[chuckles] I see.

All things considered, I'd
take that as a compliment.

It has been quite
an undertaking.

You said you had
something big to tell us.

Yes, well...

the "something
big" is a building.

Our building. The Post Office.

I don't understand.
When did you do this?

How did you do this?

I started the same day
you and the Task Force

returned to work,

the day Jennifer Moores died.

The day of the explosion
at the Chinese Consulate?

Yes.

Wujing was asking questions

about my connection to the FBI.

It wasn't difficult to
reason that Marvin Gerard

must have told him about
the work we've been doing.

You knew Wujing would
be looking for proof.

Proof that could only be
found at the Post Office.

I started searching for a
suitable space right away.

Mr. Reddington, this place
checks a lot of your boxes.

Thirty thousand square feet,
no windows, high ceilings.

I don't need high
ceilings, Andrea.

I need at least two stories,
not just a mezzanine.

They do fully catered events,

which means it has
a working kitchen.

I know you didn't
request that...

You're right. I didn't.

A kitchen is nice,
but I don't need it.

And this has been
open to the public.

The place I need
has to be discreet.

I need it to be invisible.

That doesn't exist.

A vacant space that
large in this area?

Remember, I can only show
you what's available.

So it does exist.

It's just being used
by somebody else.

Are you saying you want
to buy someone out?

How about I buy you lunch

and you tell me
everything you know

about the companies that
have factories in the area?

Wujing was looking
for the Post Office,

so you decided to
build a duplicate?

Duplicate. Decoy. Dummy.

Interesting that all those
words start with "D."

I'm catching up.

Wujing knows what the
Post Office looks like.

There are Blacklisters
on Marvin's list

who were held there. Some
were interrogated there.

Thank goodness for all
your protocols, Harold.

All those blindfolds
and blackout vans.

Wujing knows what he's
looking for and how it looks,

just not where to find it.

It's uncanny! If I
didn't know better,

I'd think I was standing
in the actual building.

Reddington's had construction
crews working around the clock.

And all of this works?

The overheads, the terminals?

The workstations all have power?

- Remarkable.
- All for an illusion?

Yes. All for an illusion
that isn't an illusion.

It's not a movie set. There
are no Styrofoam walls.

[tapping]

It's an exact reproduction
of the original.

So Reddington didn't
build a fake Post Office.

He built another Post Office?

Down to the last detail.

Okay, Harold.

I'm up to speed on the what.

You're gonna have to
help me with the why.

There's a reason I brought Chang
to your office this morning.

And it wasn't just so I
could read him the riot act?

No.

We had to get him out
of the real Post Office

so that after the meeting,
we could bring him back here.

You want to let Chang escape?

Yes. Uh, from this building.

The duplicate Post office,
to allow him to set the trap.

If Chang escapes, he'll
immediately go back to Wujing

and tell him where
he was being held.

And when he does,

Wujing will not be able
to resist the urge to act.

He'll gather his troops
and come charging in here,

and you and the Task
Force will be waiting.

That could work.

It will work, Harold.

One move.

One stealth move.

Nobody will see it coming.

So Chang believes he escaped?

How'd you manage that?

It wasn't that hard, actually.

All we had to do was
manufacture an opportunity,

and once Chang jumped at
it, the rest was easy.

[electricity crackles]

[door beeps]

[Siya] Look at that. He used the
paperclip to short the panel.

He's trying to reset
and recode the sequence.

Even for him,
that's a long shot.

I agree. We should
give him some help.

[door unlocks]

[Cooper] From there, it was just a matter
of letting Chang stay one step ahead.

We knew that he was
in the stairwell,

headed for the east exit door.

The fire extinguisher
was Reddington's idea

so it wouldn't seem too easy.

We got there in
time to stop him,

but we waited until
he was in the clear.

We're approaching
the ground floor.

[Cooper over earpiece]
He's almost out.

A few more seconds.

[extinguisher clangs]

It worked beautifully.

We gave him just enough
time to get away.

So what now?

Now we see if
Reddington is right.

If he is, Chang
went back to Wujing

and is telling him
exactly where we are.

[Zhang Wei clears throat]

[in Mandarin]

[n English] I was told
you were arrested.

I escaped.

[in Mandarin]

[in English] You were right.

I saw Reddington
with my own eyes.

Inside the FBI's facility.

Wujing, I know where it is.

I can take you there.

Harold, if Reddington's right,

Wujing is gonna attack this
place with everything he has.

Yes. He'll want
to strike quickly,

before we've had the opportunity
to fortify our defenses.

- Most likely at night.
- [Cooper] And time is money.

This war is costing
him a fortune,

a fortune he doesn't have.

So this is going to happen
in the very near future.

I'm betting on it.

And when it does...

we'll be ready.

[in Mandarin]

[in English] No, but we had Chang
prepare a layout of the interior.

So, we are limited by
what he can recall?

Yes, but...

what we see does match
with what we know.

The entire complex is
nearly 40,000 square feet.

Well hidden from the street.

Now, I sent a team to
scout the location.

There are no entrances
accessible to the public.

Hmm.

The primary workspace
is subterranean?

Yes, with a second level

that includes office space
and several catwalks.

Harold Cooper's office.

Possibly. That's consistent
with the intel we have.

How many guards are there?

I don't know. They put me
in an interrogation room.

But a lot.

[scoffs] We also have a lot.

We're going in?

With enough mercenary power
to neutralize any resistance.

The new leader of
Henrik Fisker's group,

- what is his name?
- Sven Hollufson.

Hollufson. Yes. Call him.

Tell him we finally know

where to find the proof
we have been seeking.

[Cooper] Let's be clear.

If Wujing attacks, he's
intentionally assaulting

what he knows to be a heavily
guarded federal facility.

[Wujing] To succeed,
we need to be clever.

After Chang's
escape, the FBI knows

their location has
been compromised.

So they may be
expecting an attack?

We should assume so.

Then we can't enter
from the same point

that Chang used to get out.

The FBI knows that
spot is vulnerable.

I guarantee they're
shoring it up as we speak.

[Siya] Chang knows
how he got out.

What are the chances Wujing
tries to get in the same way?

Well, it's possible.

He may not trust that
exact entry point,

but the most likely
approach is definitely

one of the stairwells
along the lower perimeter.

We are not gonna be using any
of the exterior access points

along the lower perimeter.

- We're not?
- [chuckling] No.

We need to surprise them.
I have another idea.

The plan is to allow Wujing's
people to enter the building,

make their way to this room,

then cut off any escape
routes behind them.

If they come, he'll have
some serious firepower.

We'll be ready.

I've reassigned 20
of the SWAT officers

who normally guard
the Post Office.

Thanks to Cynthia, Main
Justice is sending 15 more.

When Wujing gets
here, these officers

will be positioned
around this room

and in the catwalks, ready
to engage and disarm them.

And what if Wujing's guys
aren't down with that plan?

If they resist, they'll be
overpowered and arrested.

Wujing's in for
quite a surprise.

Instead of attacking
from the ground level,

our operatives will
come from top down.

Our access point will be
the neighboring building

immediately to the west.

[hissing]

Once there, we will
move to the roof.

From there, we will cross to
the roof of the target building.

Mr. Chang will handle
matters from there.

[Chang] The program we
stole from the NSA has...

Well, let's just call
it a masking component.

It's complicated,
but bottom line,

it can be used to
conceal an intrusion.

So you can get us into
the building undetected?

Yes.

But don't get me wrong, the
building's defenses are robust,

so they won't be fooled forever.

When I disable the
alarming systems,

they will adapt and
alert to the attack.

[Wujing] But by the time
the intrusion is detected

and the FBI reacts,

we will already be inside.

All checkpoints report.

[Siya over earpiece]
Standing by.

Nothing here.

No sign of Wujing.

This is Team Leader
One. We're in position.

All clear.

[beeping]

The masking program is working.

They don't realize the
elevator has been commandeered?

No. The system hasn't detected
the intrusion. But it will.

How long do we have?

Long enough.

This elevator will take us
to the primary workspace,

the underground War Room.

Even if their system
discovers the error,

they won't have time to
react before we strike.

Weapons ready!

We're almost there.

Mr. Hollufson...

I don't care what it
takes or who we kill.

I want control of this facility.

How confident are you?

About the attack?

An hour ago, I would
have said very.

Now I don't know.

We've got solid
systems in place,

and there's nothing
on the radar.

The lower perimeter's clear.

Maybe Raymond overestimated
how quickly Wujing would react.

What, you think he's not coming?

Ah, he's a careful man.

Maybe he wants more
time to prepare.

Seconds away.

Here we are.

Whoa! Fellas! It's just me.

Upper floors are clear.

I don't understand.
Where is everyone?

Wherever they are,
they'll be back,

so let's just do what
we came here to do

and not be here
when they return.

Get to work.

It'll take a few
minutes for HexRoot

to override their defenses.

Once I'm in, I can upload
their archive to our server.

Watch the entrances.
Stay alert.

[Wujing scoffs]

[gun fires]

No! No!

Easy, gentlemen. Easy.
Everybody, relax.

[Sven] Drop your weapon.

Now, Sven... Uh,
may I call you Sven?

Sven, what's done is done.

You have guns, we have guns.

He's dead. Kill them!

Hold! This is my
operation now.

- Nobody fires!
- Well reasoned.

I was counting on the prospect

that cooler heads would prevail.

You're not walking out of here.

- Count on that.
- Well, the truth is,

we should all be leaving
here fairly shortly.

How are we on time?

[Chuck] The Bureau's
still in position.

Nobody's left the building.

Good news. It seems we
have a moment to chat.

The "Bureau." So
it's all true.

You do work with the FBI.

Of course.

So you admit that
you're an informant?

An informant?

Sven. I'm Raymond Reddington.

I run the most
intricate and lucrative

criminal operation in existence.

A global enterprise that
you and Wujing have.

Or had,

neither the knowledge
nor the experience

to even remotely comprehend.

I'm at the apex of
the criminal pyramid,

an increasingly competitive
and brutal world,

where those that are under

are constantly scheming
and striving to get on top,

and yet, here I am.

I'm still here at the tippy top.

And thriving. Always have.

Why do you think that is, Sven?

Uh, that's unfair.

I make it sound as if
there's only one reason,

and in truth, there are many,

but one of the most important

has always been my relationship
with law enforcement.

You feed them information.

I trade intelligence.

The lifeblood of any
covert operation.

You know this.

Success is a function of
access and information.

The world's elite
criminals have always

cultivated relationships
with law enforcement.

I'm no different, except
that I do it better,

with a little thought
and a little imagination

and the visionary purpose

that's made me
who and what I am.

A lot of people,
including some of our own,

have gone to prison
because of you.

We're having a
philosophical conversation,

an exchange of ideas,

so I'm gonna try to
contain my disappointment.

Tell me I'm wrong.

"There's no honor
among thieves."

You know that saying?

I despise that saying

because the fact is,
in this life of ours,

there are lines that even
criminals should not cross,

a standard of conduct
even for those

who earn their livelihood
by breaking the law.

Do I use my leverage
with law enforcement

to hold those who violate
that standard accountable?

Yes, I do.

Those individuals have forfeited
the right to operate freely,

and every single one of them

is lucky they are held
to account by others

instead of being held
to account by me.

Sven, my associates make money.

A lot of it.

My rising tide has been
lifting all boats for decades,

and as long as that is the fact,

how I do what I do,
who I leverage and why

is nobody's business but my own.

You're wondering why
I'm telling you this.

And what happens now?

Well, perhaps the why
will answer the what.

You men are mercenaries.
Hired hands.

This was never your fight.
Were you paid in full?

Because now your
employer is dead,

and you're available
for hire once again.

- You're not serious.
- Quiet.

So what are you suggesting?

I'm offering. You need work.

- I have work.
- Enough!

[Reddington] You can live to
fight another battle, another day,

and when that battle comes,
you can fight it with me.

Mr. Reddington,
we've got movement.

Time's up.

Sven, in or out?

- In.
- [Reddington] Good.

Then there's only one
matter left to resolve,

what to do with you, Zhang Wei.

You were never
just a hired hand.

You were Wujing's
closest confederate,

killer, confidant.

Innocent people
died because of you.

Generally, I prefer to
do these things myself,

but I only have 13 rounds
left in my Browning.

I hate to waste even one of them

on a piece of trash like you.

And as it happens, I
just hired an army.

Imagine, you dying at the hands

of the very man you
hired to eliminate me.

It's just... Ah,
the hell with it.

[grunts]

How are we?

All clear.

There's no rigor mortis.

They've been dead for
less than two hours.

Facility's clear.

No other bodies and no
signs of Reddington.

Looks like both have
single gunshot wounds,

but M.E.'s coming down.

[Siya sighs]

We won't get any help
from the cameras.

The security history from the
last six hours has been wiped.

No records found.

There were hardly any
guards left behind.

Most of them were with
us when this happened.

- When what happened, exactly?
- [Cooper] I don't know.

Reddington must have
done this, but...

I'm sorry. Reddington not
only murdered two men,

but he did it in our War Room.

Is that really
what we're saying?

No cameras.

No logs left behind showing
anyone going in or out.

So we're blind on this?

[cellphone rings]

It's him.

[ringing continues]

Harold.

Answer it.

[ringing continues]

[beeping]

[Reddington] Say
something, Harold.

I understand. And I'm sorry.

But I do think it was best

for you and the others
to be nowhere nearby

when things reached their
inevitable conclusion.

I mean, all of this? Just
so you could kill him?

No, Donald. Not "just."

Wujing's misguided crusade

simply put a spotlight
on a much larger problem.

The Post Office has
always been a liability.

I've known as much for
some time, of course.

I tried to accept, or at
the very least, ignore it.

That, too, had to end.

So you turned the Troll Farmer?

No. I found him first.

Because you knew he
was on Marvin's list,

and Wujing needed him
to access our archives.

You know this, Dembe.
What wins wars?

Anticipation.

[Reddington] Mmm.

Are you sure you
won't have something?

It doesn't have to be tea.

Have one of those sodas you
like, the flavored ones.

You know, uh...

I'm good.

I'm actually not drinking
those anymore. I have...

You don't need to know this,
but I have adult onset diabetes.

I don't know why I'm telling
you that. I'm just nervous.

A Mello Yello! [chuckles]

Yeah. Good memory.

Mmm.

I'm sorry to hear
about the diabetes.

Getting older is a drag.

And you don't need
to be nervous.

If I meant you any
harm, you'd know by now.

How'd you find me?

It took some doing, but
most things are possible

with the proper motivation.

I didn't think you'd want to do business,
you know, after I went to prison.

Right.

Well, we should talk about that.

You may not love
everything you hear,

but I'm hopeful that when
all is said and done,

we can find a way to
forgive and forget.

Forget what?

There's a man who
calls himself Wujing.

Long story short,
he's an enemy of mine,

and he's looking
for new friends,

- friends to help him move against me.
- Never heard of him.

That's not surprising.
But he has heard of you.

I believe your name was
on a list he was given.

A list?

Of criminals who might be
sympathetic to his cause.

Wujing is looking
for you, Chang,

and when he finds you,

I want you to agree to help him.

You want me to help
him come after you?

No.

But I want you to
agree to help him.

[Cooper] So this
was all a setup.

Taking Chang to the
duplicate Post Office,

convincing us to
let him "escape"

so he would give
Wujing that location.

You wanted us to
think he escaped.

Wanted Wujing to believe
it. You played us both.

But Chang didn't
give the address

of the duplicate
building to Wujing.

He gave him the
real Post office.

I saw Reddington
with my own eyes,

inside the FBI's facility.

Wujing, I know where it is.

I can take you there.

[Dembe] And Wujing
attacked the real building,

and you were waiting
there for him.

You didn't build that
duplicate Post Office

to fool Wujing. You
built it to fool us!

To protect you, Harold.

To insulate you
and the Task Force

from what I intended to do.

Now you can honestly say
you were not involved.

What? So we should
be, what, grateful?

You can be whatever
you'd like to be, Donald.

[Siya] Something's missing.

You wanted to confront
Wujing, I understand that.

But why here?

As I said, to solve
the larger problem.

I needed Chang,

I needed the HexRoot program,

and I needed access
to your network.

Our network?

Our archives. They're offline.

They can only be accessed
from inside the building.

Well, I didn't just want
to access them, Harold.

The HexRoot program is much
more than just a hacking tool.

Once the program
is inside a system,

its secondary reason
for being kicks in.

It deploys a virus. You
deleted the archives?

Of course not.

We just removed
any reference to me

and any mention

of a reliable source or
a confidential informant.

You went too far
this time, Raymond.

- Perhaps.
- No, not perhaps!

We are not just the
Reddington Task Force!

We are the FBI!

Main Justice will
never let this stand.

I don't care about
Main Justice, Harold.

But you and your team,
that's another matter.

You're not listening.

The Attorney General knows
that we can't control you,

but he won't let you control
us, not at this level.

The Attorney General
has never known

more than a fraction
of what you do.

That's because I walk
a very thin line.

I do the best I can to control
the flow of information

because I believe that
our work needs to be done.

But redacting our archives,
leaving bodies in the War Room?

You've put me in an
impossible position!

Even if I try, how
long do you think

I'll be able to control that?

I suppose we'll see.

You've finally done it.

Torn it all down.

You're angry, Harold.

Take some time to think about

how or whether we can continue.

I'll do the same.

[phone beeps and shuts]