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[suspenseful music playing]

[Raymond] Surprise.

[exhales]

[Raymond grunts]

[scoffs]

You need a bodyguard.

I don't want a bodyguard.
I want a girlfriend.

[sensual music playing]

Yeah, well, good luck with that.

[Tchaikovsky's
"Song of the Swans" playing]

[Raymond] Hello!

[Agnes] Hey, Pinky!

[chuckles] Swan Lake.

It's the music for my recital.

[Raymond] Yes. Speaking of that...

[gasps] Capezios!

Oh, my gosh. They're beautiful.

Named after the Italian shoemaker
Salvatore Capezio.

He made shoes for Anna Pavlova.

[Agnes] Oh, my gosh, Pinky.

One of the greatest ballerinas
of all time.

These are custom, Pinky.

How did you do that?

Remember when you fell asleep
during that movie?

You know, the animated one?

I measured your feet.

[both laugh]

Thank you, Pinky.

It's my pleasure, dear.

How are you, Harold?

How are you?
You sleeping all right? You look tired.

Very perceptive, as usual.
It was quite a night.

What happened?

I had an intruder at the bathhouse.

What? Who? Were you hurt?

I'm all right.

It was touch and go at the beginning,
but I came out on top in the end.

You had no security, I'm sure.

Raymond, that's a mistake.
You have to prioritize...

Ah, ah. I'm way ahead of you.

I realize I have been a little reckless
when it comes to my personal well-being.

-Where's Chuck?
-I don't know.

Something with his uncle.
I haven't spoken with him in a week or so.

But here's a thought.

Maybe you could loan me Dembe,
just for a day or two tops,

while I secure other arrangements.

Yes. Absolutely.
I'll inform Agent Zuma. Pancakes!

[chuckles]

-You're welcome.
-[Agnes] Thank you!

I looked into that ship you told me about.

The Aubergine in the Port of Baltimore.
It's owned by Transwisk International.

A shipping firm with a few dozen vessels.

The Aubergine carries
just over 11,000 40-foot containers.

Did you look at the manifest?

I did. Looks clean.

A few hundred companies total,
moving their goods for distribution.

None of the companies were
under active investigation

or raised any red flags.

That, Harold, is precisely the point.

What no one knows is that
hidden among those 11,000 containers

are two that most certainly
are not what they appear to be.

The company is called
Enteron Electronics,

a so-called midsized tech firm
headquartered in Florida.

Enteron isn't real?

Well, it's real in the sense that it was
issued a certificate of incorporation

by the state of Florida,

it pays utilities and taxes,

but it's not manufacturing and/or
selling mainframes and motherboards.

It's a phantom,
a carefully curated corporate identity.

I'm sure if you look, you'll find
Enteron has over 200 employees,

a 25-year history, stellar reputation.

-But you're saying all of that is...?
-False.

-Who could do something on that scale?
-Our new Blacklister.

The Morgana Logistics Corporation.

A criminal concern that specializes
in making companies appear legitimate.

Enteron Electronics

and that shipping company,
Transwisk International,

are just two of hundreds, maybe thousands,
of Morgana's creations.

Thousands?

Morgana secures authentic documentation
from the government

and real vessels,
trucks, ships and aircraft,

with bona fide hull and tail numbers.

And they manufacture
exceptionally detailed identities

for executives and employees.

And no law enforcement agency's
picked up on this?

It's not entirely their fault.

The numbers are overwhelming,

and many of the companies
that Morgana stands up are real

and conducting legitimate business.

But enough are fictitious and camouflage

for certainly the largest
criminal shipping conglomerate in the U.S.

You take down Morgana,

you'll end one of the biggest
criminal enterprises in American history.

Where's Dembe?

With Reddington.
He's finally agreed to more security.

Dembe's filling in while Reddington
finds a permanent solution.

According to Reddington, Morgana Logistics
uses apparently legitimate companies

like Enteron Electronics
as a smokescreen to move contraband.

After your call,
I did some research into Enteron.

Their tax returns show a net income
of about $14 million a year.

They have a website
with photos and bios of an executive team.

Even a receptionist who answers the phone.

I wonder how she'd stand up
to questioning.

She'd be the only one,
because the rest of them don't exist.

Not as flesh and blood, anyway.

Their photos were generated
by an AI program

that uses different pieces of faces online
to make an amalgamation.

If they're fake, how do they have
driver's licenses or tax returns?

[Cooper] That's what we need to find out.

Enteron is just the first domino.
Morgana's the brains behind this.

They're our target.

[Ressler] According to
the Enteron manifest,

that ship's carrying
electronic components.

Problem is, there could be anything
in those containers.

With over 500 million containers shipped,
only about 2% are physically inspected.

What is Enteron moving?
I can't wait to hear.

Live reptiles? Fake Louis Vuittons?

Or weapons. Or people.

The possibilities are endless
and quite concerning.

Ressler, Malik, get to the port.

I'll reach out to the U.S. Attorney
for a search warrant.

With Dorf and Hudson off our backs,
seems like things are going our way.

[Hudson] His name's Jordan Nixon.

He's a special agent
working out of the Richmond field office.

He should be here any minute.

Come on, Arthur.
We're investigating an FBI task force.

You think someone from the bureau
will help us do that?

You'll see. We worked together when I was
with the U.S. Attorney's Office.

That was a while ago. A lot's changed.

I'm betting he hasn't.

One of the cases we made
involved a group of FBI tactical officers

lying about how much weight they seized
in a handful of drug raids.

He went after them like a bloodhound.

And I'm still paying for it.

Made enemies in the bureau on that one.

-Thanks for coming, Jordan.
-I already feel like I might be sorry.

[both chuckle]

This is my aide Diane Atkins.
Diane, meet Jordan Nixon.

Diane was just leaving.

Oh, right. Very nice meeting you.

Likewise.

[Hudson clears throat]

[Nixon] So it's like that, huh?
Even the support staff can't stay?

I'm circling the wagons.
Everybody's need-to-know on this one.

What do I need to know?

Task Force 836.
It's a covert bureau operation.

I stumbled onto it
doing some budget review.

It's one of the biggest expenditures
the agency's sanctioned,

and nobody, I mean nobody,
will tell me why or how or who.

Maybe there's a reason.

Yeah. Or maybe it's a corrupt op
and a criminal use of government funds.

All I'm asking for is
a reasonable amount of transparency.

-You're a congressman. Issue a subpoena.
-I did.

And I got Senator Dorf to back my inquiry.

Cynthia Panabaker and Harold Cooper
convinced a judge to quash it.

And when Dorf kept pushing,
they leveraged him.

-That's why Dorf stepped down?
-Mm-hm.

I'm onto something. Something real.
If I'm right, it's a stain on the bureau.

I'm coming to you
'cause you've always been a good guy.

Are you still?

What would you need?

Information.
I can't get it from the outside.

Maybe you can sniff out
some truth from the inside.

That's all I'm after. The truth.

[man] My problem isn't with the warrant.

It's you're holding up
over 11,000 containers to search two.

We appreciate your cooperation.

Fellas, crack a few.

I want it on record, both containers
had bolt seals when you seized them.

Already noted.

What do you know about Enteron?

Nothing. I see their name on my manifests.

We believe the company's
not transporting electronic components.

[Ressler] Hmm.
Looks like this is from Bordeaux. Huh.

Huh.

Got a Grand Cru here.

[Siya] I'm no expert,
but even I've seen the headlines

on the tariffs being imposed
on imported French wines.

Pretty expensive taxes.

A shipment this size?

By going under the radar,

you're probably saving
a few hundred grand.

You had no indication
you were transporting contraband?

No. I'm a captain. I just sail my ship
from one place to another.

The containers come pre-packed.
It's not my job to verify what's inside.

We have your information.
We'll be in touch.

I've done hundreds of runs
with Enteron containers.

They sent me a Christmas card!

[Ressler] We need to find out
who runs Enteron.

[tense music playing]

-[knocking on door]
-Come in.

The FBI seized the Enteron containers
at the Port of Baltimore.

What? Enteron has operated
without interference for years.

What changed?

Okay. The boss won't like this.

Keep an eye on the FBI.
Make sure there's no ripple effect.

How much can we afford to lose?

If it gets bad enough,
you'll have bigger things to worry about.

[tense music playing]

[Siya] Sir, we know
Enteron's been distributing contraband

across the country.

The extent of what and how much
is still under question.

We interviewed the captains
of ships carrying Enteron containers.

Same story. Nobody knew
they were smuggling illegal goods.

So we have the shipments
but no company executives.

Um, we may not have executives,
but I did find an accountant.

The guy that did Enteron's taxes
last year.

Agent Malik, talk to this accountant.

I'll contact the Tampa field office

and have them send a team
to Enteron's warehouse.

Not real? That's absurd.

This company is very real
and extremely profitable.

I've been doing Enteron's taxes for years.

What you've been doing, Mr. Conklin,

is aiding and abetting
a criminal enterprise.

If you knew
or reasonably should have known...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there.
My clients submit their financials.

I provide my expertise
based on the numbers they supply.

What about the contact info I gave you?

We raided Enteron's headquarters in Tampa.

No employees on site.

Just dusty office equipment
and a few desks.

I know nothing about that.

Well, Mr. Conklin,

the people who could have
corroborated your story don't exist.

But you exist. You're right here.

And I'm telling you the truth.

Enteron is a very respectable company
with an impeccable reputation.

It's no scam.

I just had a working dinner
with Roger Barrett,

the VP of East Coast operations.

-Where?
-Jaspiner in Manhattan.

Yeah. Yeah, understood.

Everything okay, sir?

Send everybody home for the day.

Boss wasn't happy about the seizure.

So much so, he, uh...

He wants to come into town,
talk with me alone.

Is it that bad?

Yeah. He's not one to disappoint.

-Let me help.
-No. You can't, Westbrook.

You can't help.

He's coming into town
for a leadership change.

And I really don't know what that means.

Jaspiner? I've been trying
to get a reservation there forever.

Did you go in the kitchen?
How'd it look? How'd it smell?

[Cooper] Herbie.

Conklin's working dinner was too long ago
for any surveillance footage.

But the general manager
was able to access transaction records.

Roger Barrett used a corporate
credit card, but not from Enteron.

It was from Northmyer, Incorporated.

Is this Northmyer even real?

I don't know, but the card has
a billing address in D.C.

You and Agent Ressler get there.
I'll secure another warrant.

Did you try anything there?

[lighthearted music playing]

Oh, my God. You did, didn't you?

Just one delicious fish dumpling.

[sighs]

[keyboard clicking]

Must be nice to be in the field. [sighs]

I checked the perimeter.
We're clear. No apparent threats.

What happened last night?

Let's not ruin a perfectly nice time
with all that.

You told Harold
an intruder was at the bathhouse.

Yes, and I handled it.

Who? Why were they here?

You're not gonna let this go, are you?

Fine. I'll give you three guesses.

If you don't get it right,
we move on. Deal?

Deal. Monaco.

No.

Enzo.

[laughs] No. That's two.

Not Monaco?

The chef at Gage & Truffaut?

[laughing] Oh, come on.

There's no way
she could still be mad at me.

It was ages ago.

I barely remember what I did.

You remember.

In any case, no. Not the chef.

-You're out of guesses.
-No, I'm done guessing.

-If you're not gonna tell me, I'm leaving.
-Okay.

On one condition.

What?

You beat me in a game of Bananagrams.

[tense music playing]

[Ressler] FBI!
Hands where we can see them!

[man] Federal agents!

No one in or out.

Clear!

This is Northmyer?

A warehouse with no public access points
and no loading dock?

What is this place?

Where is everyone?
Why are you the only one here?

This place is a gold mine.

From what I can tell,
the building was being used

as a data center
for creating fake American companies.

Paperwork suggests they were applying
for legitimate permits and licenses.

That's what Morgana Logistics does.

-This must be one of their facilities.
-Okay.

Look at this. Look.

All of these are companies.

It's going to take us forever
to figure out which ones are real.

When we were debriefed,

I was thinking maybe
a few hundred fake companies.

But we are talking thousands,
maybe even tens of thousands.

Look. Look.

Birth certificates, vehicle registrations,

plane registrations,
travel histories, expense reports.

All real. Everything you need
to make a company.

Just add water.

Morgana Logistics may be the biggest
criminal enterprise I've ever seen.

[Ressler] There's shipping routes
all throughout the country.

[door opens]

Thank you.

You got a name?

The Fifth Amendment.

[chuckles]

Interesting name.

Yeah, my mother thought
it would make me stand out.

Whoever you are, we ran your prints.
You have no criminal record.

You were carrying a license
in the name of Gerome Kavanaugh

with an address in Bethesda.

There's no such person or address.

No tax returns,
no Social Security numbers,

no birth certificate
that we were able to find.

You're a phantom,
just like those companies you create.

I'm sorry to make your life so difficult.

Oh, my life is fine.

You're in for a difficult time.

Yeah? You think?

I don't care what your name is.

U.S. Attorney's gonna
write you up as John Doe,

then charge you with thousands
of counts of enterprise fraud.

Yeah, I'm thinking RICO violations.

You don't need a name to go to prison.

Am I softened up enough for the pitch?
Is that it?

Right? You're a fed.

You live for the trade-up.

You catch a fish,
and instead of eating what you got,

you try to trade it up
for some larger size.

In this case, I guess, it's what?
My employer?

I wouldn't worry about what I want.

-What do you want?
-What do I want?

I don't wanna spend
the rest of my life in prison.

Then again, I want there
to be a rest of my life.

What? If you cross your boss,
he'll kill you?

He's coming for you no matter what.

With everything you know,

you need whatever deal you can get.

Wow. Look at you.

You feds can't help it.
It's part of your DNA, right?

Speaking of DNA, uh...

you may be able
to get a sample off of that.

That's why you left it there, right?

Okay. I think we're done.

I don't need anything.
I don't wanna talk to an attorney.

Send me out to Central Booking.
We'll get this show on the road.

How's that?

[exhales]

That didn't go well.

I don't care how calm he is.
That man's afraid of someone.

That's who we need to find.

-Where does that leave us?
-He refuses to talk.

We have no way to know who he is
unless he tells us, and he knows it.

That man is a ghost.

What are the chances
we'll get a hit on that cup?

[grunts] Based on how cool he played it?

About the same as me
playing first base for the Yankees.

[groans]

Three to zero.

-Best of seven?
-Mm-mm.

Start talking.

[scoffs] I was half-asleep
when I heard someone coming in.

So I went to investigate.

You were alone?

Yes, but I felt perfectly capable
of defending myself.

From?

It was Weecha.

Weecha?
You told Harold there was an intruder.

And she was.

Raymond, clearly you led us to believe
it was someone with bad intentions.

I don't know
what Weecha's intentions are, Dembe.

The woman's hard to read.

She wouldn't hurt me,
but she might hurt me.

It's unclear.

[phone chimes]

Oh. That's Andrea.

Have you met Andrea Athens?

Lovely woman. She was the one
who helped me find a suitable space

for the duplicate Post Office.

-I don't think we've met.
-Ah. Hmm.

Jack-of-all-trades.

Jack.

If it's a woman,
does that make her a Jill-of-all-trades?

Eh.

Logistics of all types,
not just real estate.

-Raymond. I got it.
-[Raymond] Okay.

[Raymond chuckles]

Andrea. How are you? This is Dembe.

-A pleasure.
-[Dembe] Hello.

I'm wonderful, thank you.

Andrea, I can't tell you how marvelous
that last place turned out.

Thank you so much.

It's always nice
when your work is appreciated.

Please, tell me, how can I help?

I'd like to throw a party.

Not just a party. A celebration.

A party?

What are you celebrating?

Beginnings and endings.

The coming of spring.

Not a lot of food.

Lots and lots of drinks and passables.

Maybe a little window dressing.

How many guests?

Somewhere between 25 and 30.

Wonderful.
Anything I need to know about them?

Only that they're an important group.
To me.

[phone ringing]

Ah. Excuse me.

Harold. I was wondering when you'd call.

How did it go with Enteron
and the electronics that weren't?

We're way past Enteron.

You were right. The company was a front.

We followed the trail
to a warehouse in D.C.

One we believe belongs
to Morgana Logistics.

-Sounds like terrific progress.
-You're half right.

We seized a mountain of evidence.

Proof that thousands of American companies
that appear legitimate

are actually fronts for shipping fraud.

So, what's the problem?

The problem is we have only one arrest.

The place was empty except for one man.

Well, if he's high-ranking enough,
sometimes one is all you need.

I don't know how he ranks.

We don't know anything about him.
He won't talk.

I see. That is unusual.

Tell you what. Send me what you have.

Photo, prints, DNA, whatever.

Think you can find out who he is?

Most criminals using aliases
leave some traces somewhere.

You just have to know where to look.

Perhaps I can dig up something.

Sorry about that,

but I'm back, and I'm starving.

Dembe, maybe after I make a few calls,

we should go grab
some of those falafel sandwiches

at that Lebanese place we used to love.

Will you join? The more, the merrier.

No, thank you. I've got a party to plan.

Ah!

[Hudson] Man, you work fast.

It's easy to work fast
when you don't find anything.

The task force Cooper runs

is not only a mystery
to those outside of the agency

but to those within it.

Every agent I spoke to
has no working knowledge

of the task force or its operations.

I've worked black ops
that were less opaque.

Jordan, you wouldn't be here
if that's all you had.

Cooper's overseen maybe 200 criminal cases
the last ten years.

That kind of output?

Makes me wonder
where his intel's coming from.

Those cases
are originating from somewhere.

Or someone. Have a theory?

No, but I may have a lead.

I don't have access
to the classified archives,

but I can see the file numbers

and the contact info
of the agents connected to those cases.

-How does that help?
-One got my attention.

I don't know anything
except it wasn't a criminal investigation.

It was some kind of other proceeding,
but Cooper was involved.

So were three other assistant directors
at the bureau.

Four assistant directors on one file?

Mm-hm. Must have been important.

What are the chances
I can get someone to tell me about it?

Careful. You do not wanna finesse
a bureau official

into divulging classified data.

No lying. You have my word.

I won't say anything
I wouldn't say under oath.

I just need something,

any thread that sheds some light
on what Cooper's up to.

Raymond, found something?

[Dembe over phone] You should take
Massachusetts Avenue to North Capitol.

Constitution's faster.

You just started driving yourself around.
How do you know which is faster?

-[Cooper] Reddington?
-Yeah. Yes, Harold. Sorry.

I had some information forwarded your way.

So according to my sources in Paris,

the man in your custody is Henri Guillame,

with an address in the Marais.

-[Cooper] You found a name.
-I found a name,

along with the name Johannes Baard,

a lifelong citizen of South Africa,

and Peter Roe, a British expat.

Maxwell Voll,
a German national from Dusseldorf.

I mean, there are others,
but you get the point.

Incredible. He's a dozen people,
and yet we still have no idea who he is.

Well, it's not unprecedented.
There are 195 countries.

I myself could produce
a legal passport for many,

if not most, if necessary.

We're no closer
to identifying our mystery man.

On the contrary, I think
that's exactly what you are. Closer.

I'd imagine the governments
who issued those passports

could shed more light on the man,

including comings and goings.

We appreciate the assist.

While we have you, any progress
putting more permanent security in place?

-Do you still need Dembe?
-Just for a little while longer.

See? No traffic.

[tense music playing]

Congressman Hudson.

-To what do I owe this pleasure?
-Mr. Shaeffer.

-What's that?
-A little surprise.

Do you like surprises? I don't.

As a general rule,
I like to know what I'm in for.

This one, I certainly never saw coming.

A classified proceeding

attended by no fewer
than four assistant directors of the FBI.

I look forward
to this pastrami sandwich all week.

-You're ruining it.
-[Hudson] Fine.

Maybe I should take this to Harold Cooper.

What is it? It's not a transcript.

-I'm launching an investigation.
-Into a classified hearing? Good luck.

You've known me a long time.

Would you describe me
as a guy who depends on luck?

What do you want, Arthur?

I'm here to give, not to take.
I'm offering my assistance.

If people start asking questions,

you're gonna need a few friends.

You're on the edge.

If this is a transcript,

a leaked transcript
of a classified bureau hearing,

you're the one
who's gonna need help, not me.

Well, I can see I've made a mistake.

I'm not asking you to tell me anything.
I just want you to know.

Give you a chance to get your ducks
in line before hunting season begins.

Appreciate the warning.
I'll return the favor.

If you so much as whisper "Zuma"
on the Congressional Record,

the first call you'll get
won't be from me,

it'll be from the attorney general.

Hmm.

Good to see you, Mike.

Arthur, aren't you forgetting something?

Keep it.

[sighs]

[knocking]

-You got a second?
-Of course. Come in.

We've been reaching out to the countries
that issued passports to our suspect.

-Any luck?
-Nothing.

He doesn't have
a criminal record in any of them.

The addresses are fake or unoccupied.

But I started thinking
about something Reddington said.

Maybe we can't penetrate the aliases,

but that doesn't mean
they can't be useful.

We don't know who he is,
but we do know where he went.

-The comings and goings.
-Exactly.

Every time he traveled,
a record was stamped on those passports.

They have one location in common.

All of his aliases have been
to Paris in the past 14 months.

Maybe that's his home base.

Reach out to the French again.
Let's make Paris our primary focus.

Okay, we know our suspect
flew to Paris repeatedly.

So where did he go when he landed?

The French police contacted
the rental-car companies

that service Charles de Gaulle.

Turns out every alias used
by our mystery man rented a car,

each one from a different company.

We cross-referenced the GPS data.

-You got a hit?
-Look at the overlap.

At some point,
every car was driven to this one location,

a building owned
by a company called LT&Z Unlimited.

I'm not sure what the space is.

Maybe some kind of liquor warehouse?

Those are armed guards.

Their prosecutors
are requesting a search warrant.

Ressler, Malik, I want you
to be there when the raid happens.

We may finally be getting somewhere.

[Paola Neri's
"Non Voglio Più Rivederti" playing]

[commander] Two units.

One flanks from the right,
and we hit from the left.

We'll be inside
before they know we are here.

[shouting in French]

[tense music playing]

It's still warm.

Where did they go? How did they know?

[Siya] Someone warned them.

Well, they didn't have time
to take or destroy anything.

Look at this.
These are just like Kavanaugh's office.

Oh, my God.

Look at how huge it is.

The raid was bigger
than anything we could have imagined.

In fact, this may be
the biggest case you've ever given us.

There's a network
of thousands of corporations

with legitimate documentation,

employees operating
with government-issued IDs

and using legitimately purchased equipment

to move illicit goods around.

And this warehouse seems to be the hub,

the headquarters where fake companies

are developed, managed and tracked
by the larger organization.

Was there anything else?

We didn't get any arrests,

but the digital maps we found

revealed the locations
for dozens of satellite outposts.

Those outposts develop the intel
being fed to the Paris headquarters.

With this, we'll be able to shut down

the biggest criminal shipping operation
in the world,

and we did it without cooperation
from our suspect.

Ah, yes, your mystery man.

Whatever happened to him?

Taken to Central Booking and arraigned.

The judge set an obscene amount of bail.

He'll be in jail until his trial.

Well, thanks for the update,
and congratulations, Harold.

Here we are, Dembe.
Home in time for mocktails.

[chuckles]

That was quite the day.

[chuckles]

Just like old times.

Why did you really want me to tag along?

Well, Harold was worried about me.

It seemed like a good opportunity
to make him feel better,

and for you and I to spend a little time.

I miss you too, Raymond.

[Raymond] Helen Swinton, please.

Counselor.

I need your services.

Yes, you have a new client.

He was just arraigned in federal court.

I want him out. Today.

Oh, and, by the way,

I hear we're going to need
an obscene amount of money for bail.

We just hit
Morgana's regional hub in Hong Kong.

-Locals say it was completely shut down.
-Morocco and Greece are the same.

They've apprehended a few suspects,

but they appear to be low-level.

They can't shed any light on Morgana.

Main Justice will have to give us our due
for taking down an operation of this size.

-[Cooper] I agree...
-[phone rings]

...even without convictions
to show for it.

Harold Cooper.

What? When?

Our suspect made bail.

That was quick. What did it cost him?

His attorney just posted 3 million.

He's out.

[horn honks]

[tense music playing]

[siren wailing in distance]

[Raymond] Mr. Kavanaugh.

Please, get in.

I said, get in.

Are you gonna kill me?

[Raymond chuckles]

[Kavanaugh] Wow. What's all this?

This is the Morgana Logistics Corporation.

At least, the key principals

from the regional outposts
around the world.

I had them flown in.

Why?

Why don't you grab a drink, Charlie?

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Everyone.

Thank you for coming.

I know you weren't given a choice,

but still, I'm glad you're here.

First, some difficult news.

As we speak,

the FBI and a legion
of international law enforcement agencies

are shutting down
all of Morgana's operational facilities.

It's hard to imagine, I know.

But don't worry,
all your employees are safe.

Fortunately, I knew of the raids
in advance and made provisions.

For them and for all of you.

What can I say to you about Morgana?

Of all the enterprises I've designed

and maintained as part of my organization,

it stands as one
of the crowning achievements.

If you'll forgive a moment of braggadocio,

I must say it's a logistical marvel
to rival the pyramids.

A wonder of the world,
but one designed to be hidden,

wondrous precisely because
it exists unseen in plain sight.

The most complex

and sophisticated
shipping network in history,

every year moving goods of more value

than the GDP
of some first-world countries.

A monumental effort,

accomplished, as the greatest things are,

with singular vision
and collective action.

We did that.

All of us.

[emotional music playing]

It's hard to believe it's over.

[sighs]

All these years.

This was more than an enterprise.

It was our lives,
and we lived them together.

I'm so proud...

Ah, that word doesn't really suffice.

I'm honored to have stood beside you all

as we discovered
this creation of ours together.

And together, we made a fortune.

A fortune that I have grown

and will now be sharing
with you, my partners.

Our work together may be done,

but none of you
will ever have to work again.

John Singer Sargent once painted
a portrait of Henry James

that was immediately deemed a masterpiece.

But in 1914, at the Royal Academy,

a political activist took a meat cleaver
to the face of the painting.

And when a reporter asked James
how he felt about the vandalism,

he said, "I naturally feel
very scalped and disfigured,

but you will be glad to know

that I seem to be pronounced curable."

[guests chuckle]

And that's where we are now.

Our masterpiece
has been scalped and disfigured.

But all of us will live.

And all of us will share in the cure.

So let's celebrate.

Please, enjoy the food.

Enjoy the drinks.

Mm.

And enjoy the entertainment.

[whistles]

[drum beating]

[band playing lively jazz music]

[music stops]

[Atkins] Zuma?

One word.

One word was enough
to break this wide open.

And I got Shaeffer to say it
without making a single misrepresentation.

-What does it mean?
-Mm.

[foreboding music playing]

Not what. Who.

Apparently, the FBI brought on
a new agent a few years ago.

An agent named Dembe Zuma.

What does Zuma have to do
with the classified hearing?

I don't have the clearance to find out.

But I don't need clearance
to make a guess.

Nixon got a copy
of Zuma's official FBI photo.

We ran an image search,

with the help of a source he uses.

You ever seen that photo?

-[Atkins] Never.
-Hmm.

A photojournalist snapped it
six years ago.

Ran on a Wednesday in a local rag.

The man in the back of the car?

The paper said it was Raymond Reddington.

Is it?

I think so.

Now look past him

to the man standing by the car.

Is that Zuma?

An associate of Raymond Reddington
becomes a special agent for the FBI?

Sounds like something
that might require a classified hearing.

The kind attended
by four assistant directors of the FBI.

Boom.

The minute I saw
the name Raymond Reddington,

everything started
to fall right into place.

Harold Cooper adopted the daughter
of another former FBI agent,

Elizabeth Keen.

Keen. Why do I know that name?

She went on the run with Reddington.

It was national news.

And then Donald Ressler.

Blair Foster told me about him.

He's connected
to Cooper and his task force.

For years in the early 2000s,

Ressler was the special agent
in charge of the hunt for Reddington.

All roads lead to Reddington.

Yeah. He's the key.
They're all connected to him.

We've never been able to catch him.

This is why.

Raymond Reddington has corrupted
a task force within the FBI.

And I'm gonna tear it apart at the joints.