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You don't know me.

You may think you do.

You may have heard things,
stories,

about the way I work,

jobs I've done,

and what I'm capable of.

I know
your reputation,
which is why we hired you.

The incident will appear to be
part of your political agenda.

No one will know
its real purpose if
you can get it done.

Everything is on schedule.

I haven't heard from you
in nearly a month.

Not a single word.
I told you,

I couldn't do your job
without making a few changes.

Those changes
have been made.

Target will only be in town
for a day.

He knows about
the coup attempt.
If he tells anyone...

I told you, it's on schedule.
But you haven't told me how you'll do it.

Will it be
on

If so, how do you intend on getting past security

Do we have assurances
this won't get back to us?

Are you saying
you want me to call it off?

No, what I'm saying
is that

the fate of an entire country
rests on you doing your job.

So stop talking.

Consider it done.

What is this?
Who are you?

Believe it or not,
I'm you.

Uploaded by Serginho

THE CORSICAN
(Nº 20)

Yes, I only need you
to recover the data.

And, no, I already told you.
I can't tell you why.

Buck, did I ask
you questions

when you needed me
to pretend to be
your girlfriend

at the last reunion?

Yes, I...

Yeah, okay, great.
Thank you.

Call me back.

Well?

What did he say?

He asked
a lot of questions.

But can he recover the medical
files Reddington erased,

tell us what he's hiding?
Look, Liz,

I get
that we're on our own

and that Reddington can't
find out what we're doing,

but can you
explain to me again

why we can't just go to
one person in the FBI?

It's too risky.

Because you think
he'll find out?He will.

Anyone
who's ever gotten close

to the truth about
who Reddington was

before he became Reddington
ended up dead.

My husband,
Dr. Koehler.

Ian Garvey.

Jennifer, trust me.

We can't go to the Bureau,
not yet.

We've got to
stick to the plan

and see if your friend
can restore

the medical files
Reddington erased.

Elizabeth?

Help me pick these up.

You can't
let him in. He can't see me.

No, he can't.

No one else is gonna die.

The friend who wants
to help us
is a really good guy.

We can't let anything happen
to him, please.

Okay. No one.

Bad time?

No.

May we?

Hmm?

As a fugitive
from justice,

I prefer not to linger
in public hallways.

Of course. Come in.

Have you lost weight?

Hmm.
Five pounds.

Oh. Seven pounds
when it's in the morning.

Let me look at you.

Well,
you look fantastic.

Thai chi and spinach
suit you.

I feel
like a different person.

I'm sure you do.

I have news
about the Corsican.

According to Reddington,
Moreau wasn't deterred

by the shootout
at Dr. Koehler's
operating room

or our near miss
at Reagan National.

Instead, he's reaching out
to arms dealers

about an upcoming job.

What job?
Did he have any details?

Reddington doesn't have any,

but he's reaching out
to his contacts now.

But if he's right
and Moreau is arming up,

that means
he's going to work.

Which means
people are gonna die.

What's the latest
on Moreau?

Any hits from the airport
authority or local police?

Well,
we've scoured CCTV feeds,

but he was obviously
avoiding the cameras.

Nothing clearly
shows his face.

So we're hunting
for a killer,

but we have no idea
what he looks like.

Correct, but we do know
that he purchased a ticket

under the name
Dino DiPasquale

and was all set to board
Premium Sky flight number 206
to JFK.

Now, the alias is burned,
but...

He's headed to New York.

No, he's already there.

We put out an alert
on his vehicle,

the one that he stole from
the employee parking
at Reagan.

Port Authority flagged it

passing through
the Holland Tunnel

just after 6:00 p.m.

We may not know
who this guy is,

but we know who he was...
A nationalist,

a hit man who
targets globalism
in all its forms.

Navabi,
alert possible targets--

Wall Street,
the media, consulates.

Ressler, Keen,
get to New York.

There's an assassin
in the city, and we need
to find him.

I don't know
about the others.

I only know
how it works for me.

The first basement.
Yes, the first basement.

It's a door marked "C2,"
northeast side
of the building.

Once inside,
there's a checkpoint...

I'm not interested
about the first checkpoint.

Tell me about the second one,
where they check your badges.

How do you know that?

Please, why are you asking me
these things?

Talk to me about
the second checkpoint

where they check your badge
and your access code.

How do you know
these things?

The one they sent you
this morning,

I need you
to write it down.

Now.

Now!

You sure?

Yeah.

Now it's time for you
to get into the trunk.

What?

Please, no.

Just...
Wait, quick, quick,

give me your badge.

Now...

Get in the trunk.

Wait, no.

Are you listening to me?

The network cut my license fee
in half.

I'm paying ICM 10%
off the top,

and now the studio claims
that it's still in deficit?

Yes, I want to sue.

Now.
Yesterday, if possible.

Finally,
people I can trust.

I warned you, Aaron.
How many times?

The arms business is like
Ring Around the Rosie

compared with this business
you call show.

Hand to God, I'd rather
my daughter marry Arafat

than a network
or studio executive.

At least he paid you the
courtesy of lying
to your face.

I once provided transportation
for a Chinese cobalt magnate

who insisted on funneling
his ill-gotten gains

into a three-picture deal
with Woodman Blake.

Huge hits,
each one bigger
than the last.

Careers were made.
Awards were won.

A single dollar
over a billion in net profits,

and he stood
to double his investment.

The movies grossed
almost $3 billion worldwide.

In anticipation
of his windfall,

my associate purchased
a mansion in Sydney

and a yacht
in Montenegro.

When the studio accountants

were finished
sharpening their pencils,

the net was $999 million
to the crooked penny.

He went into receivership,

and his wife left him
for a talent agent.

Not that
that's gonna happen to you.

I mean, financially,
you're screwed,

but look at
the bright side...

Your wife's dead,
may she rest in peace.

You said you had
a question about Moreau.

Yes, his whereabouts.

I'm told he reached out
to you recently.

Mm, he did, but, um...

Aaron, I wouldn't ask you

to divulge
information about a client

if it weren't urgent.

I appreciate that,
my friend, hmm?

From you,
I have no secrets.

If I knew his whereabouts,
you'd know his whereabouts,

but I don't.

Oh, then how about
the place

where you're sending
the material he ordered?

He didn't order any.

I had a cache of RPGs,
mint condition, no interest.

All he wanted was
a reference for a contractor.

And who was that?

Maxwell Ruddiger.

Name mean anything
to you?

Like a blast
from the past.

Hmm.

If you're
good with it,
I'm good with it.

I already told you,
I'm good with it.

What am I missing?

See, I know you,

and I know there's no way
that you're okay

with Reddington
killing a guy in our custody

so he wouldn't have to
identify that skeleton.

No, you don't want to tell me
what's really going on,

I'm okay with it.

But don't insult me
by saying you're good with it.

Thank you.
For what?

For being okay with it.

What you got for us?

Charles Albrecht.

He was a courier
for the Turkish consulate.

When he didn't
show up for work,

the consulate
reported him missing.

They were on alert
because we put word out.

Did the consulate say
whether he was in possession

of any privileged
or classified documents?

He was carrying
a diplomatic pouch

that contained
classified information.

Was.

The pouch is missing,
and since the intel
was classified,

the consulate
won't say what it was.

Well, we already know
what it was...

Something Moreau's
willing to kill for.

Even if it was Moreau.
A Turkish courier?

How does that fit into
his nationalist M.O.?

What else
can you tell us?

The diplomatic pouch
wasn't the only thing missing.

His I.D. was taken,
too.

Okay,
I think we have a problem.

Aram, what is it?Okay,
it's about Albrecht.

Mr. Cooper spoke to
the ambassador at
the Turkish Embassy,

who confirmed that Albrecht
was headed to a meeting

at... Get this...
The United Nations.

That's how it fits
his M.O.

All right, U.N. Security Police says Albrecht's badge was swiped

six minutes ago at the first
basement level, entrance C2.

All right, Aram,
coordinate with security,

put that building
on lockdown,

and see if they can't
get a location on that badge.

We're on our way.

Keen.
Elizabeth...

I have news about
the faceless assassin
you seek.

He's headed to the U.N.

Yes, to deliver a bomb.

A bomb?
You know this because?

The device was purchased
from one Maxwell Ruddiger...

A lush, a scoundrel,
an old friend,

and a consummate technician
of all things explosive.

That's why Moreau targeted
the courier.

This was about access.

Moreau simply
needed a way

to get his device
into the building.

Well, the badge will get him in, but not the bomb.

They'll scan it at security,
stop it there.

Unless they don't.

Moreau didn't choose
just anybody with
security clearance.

He specifically chose someone
carrying a diplomatic pouch.

Which they won't seize
because it's not subject to search.

Elizabeth, the contraption
you're hunting for

is a binary device

that contains enough
ammonium nitrate and hydrazine

to wipe out the entire
General Assembly

if not take down
the building itself,

and it's volatile.

The slightest bump or jostle

could detonate the thing
without warning.

How do you know this?
I know this because

I'm sitting with the madman
who built the damn thing.

Maxwell Ruddiger
is with you?

We're en route to you
as we speak.

You need to clear
the building,
locate that device,

and find a way
to get us to it,

but do not let anyone near that widowmaker

until I can get Ruddiger
there to undo the devil
he's created.

Understood?
Yes.

Max, perhaps you should
put down the gin and tonics.

You have a job to do,
and you'll need steady hands.

The gin and tonics are exactly
what give me the steady hands.

Better have another.

Crawling

Over your window

You think I'm confused

I'm waiting
for the divergent wasp

To complete
my current ruse

You use
a plate-glass screen

To protect
my chosen target

But there's
an air-pellet hole

I can crawl through to you

Jean Topperwien,
head of security.

Agents Ressler, Keen,
FBI.

You need to evacuate
this building.

We have an evacuation plan,
but there's no guarantee

we won't lose your unsub
in the process.

Well, that's a risk
we're gonna have to take.

You have to
clear this building.

Do you have a location
on Moreau?

We know where the badge
was last swiped.Take us there, now.

I am the fly, I am the fly,
I am the fly, I am the fly

Fly in the,
fly in the ointment

Attention, all personnel,

this is an emergency.
For your safety,

please immediately locate the nearest exit. I am the fly, I am the fly

This is not a test.
Fly in the,
fly in the ointment

I am the fly, I am the fly,
I am the fly, I am the fly

Fly in the,
fly in the ointment

Sir! Stop.
Put it down.

Special Agent
Elizabeth Keen, FBI.♪ I am the fly, I am the fly ♪

We have reason to believe
that case contains

an explosive device. I am the fly, I am the fly

I need you
to put it down slowly

and do exactly as I say.
Fly in the,
fly in the ointment

I am the fly

Okay, uh, all right,
I have the feeds up now.

All right, I'm putting you on
with the head of security now.

Attention, all personnel...Agent Mojtabai.

Hello.
Hello, we're holding evacuees
on the north lawn.

I'm trying to get you access
to those feeds now.

Okay, thank you.

Move, move!

Attention,
all personnel...

My gun, he's...
He's got my gun.

Officer down. Repeat,
officer down. North atrium.

Suspect's armed
and on the move.

Our evacuation protocol
is clear.

I've been authorized
to change it.

The FBI
has no authority here.

Besides, we won't evacuate
emergency personnel...

During an actual emergency.
You need to leave,
including all UN Personnel,

NYPD responders,
NYPD bomb squad,
HDU, everyone.

That was
my superior officer.

The Secretary General
just hung up with Homeland,

and they've requested
we evacuate

all emergency personnel.

Who are you people?

What's going on here?

10-4, we're clear.

This is certainly a first.

Move aside,
and let the man go through

Let the man go through

Move aside,
and let the man go through

Let the man go through

Move aside,
and let the man go through

Let the man go through

Move aside, and let the man go through

Okay, I think I got him.

All right, Aram, talk to me.
Which way?

Let the man go through,
through All right, turn left.

No, right.
No, no, no, your right.

He can't be more than 20 yards
ahead of you, moving west.

If I stole somebody
else's wave to fly up

I apologize, it's
probably a silly question...

But why are the police
escorting us, again?

The police and I have a
special kind of relationship.

Yeah, but this,
they treat you like Elvis.

To rise, to rise, to rise
Yes, except the President
gave Elvis a badge,

and I don't
really need one.

Too fat, fat
you must cut lean

You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine

Chump change
Okay, I can't tell.

And it's on, super bon bon
Uh... Come on. Where'd you go?

All right, I, I lost him
on the feed.

Too fat, fat,
you must cut lean I do not have a visual.

You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine

Okay. I just picked him up
again. You're close.

Super bon bon,
super bon bon

Drop the weapon, Moreau.
Don't do this.

You've got bigger problems
than me inside that building.

I'm only worried
about you.

Maybe you should be worried
about my hostage.

You must cut lean

You got to take the elevator to the mezzanineHang on.

Chump change, and it's on, super bon bonHold on. Hold on.

Super bon bon,
super bon bon

Too fat, fat,
you must cut lean

You got to take the elevator to the mezzanineHang on. Hang on.

Chump change, and it's on,
super bon bon

Super bon bon,
super bon bon

Your men need to vacate
the premises.

Funny, it's all
so much smaller
than I'd imagined.

A little tacky.

Reminds me of that road trip
we took.

To Memphis.

Yes, exactly, Graceland.

I had the same reaction
at Graceland.

All rather unimpressive,
actually.

It smells
kind of funny.

How much time
before this thing goes off?

I don't have a clue.

Elizabeth, maybe
we should find someone

to get the man a drink.

Tell me
about the perimeter.

We're working with NYPD
to set a line

from Midtown
to the east and 59th
down to 42nd to the south.

Any sightings?
ARAM: Not yet,

but I've got NYPD analyzing
footage of the area

as we speak.

Pull surveillance,
find an image.

I want Moreau's face
on every TV
in the tri-state area.

Any news from Keen?

I'm on my way to her now.

Ahh, honestly,
the suspense.

Shh, quiet.

Do I really need
to be here?

Quiet.

Ugh, I hate needles.

Wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?

I'm going to
smack the lock.

I'm going to
whack it to pieces

and pray
that opens the case

without tripping the secondary
in-line bypass switch.

You're gonna pray?

Okay, I really don't need
to stay for this part.

All of the smacking
and the whacking and...

Are you okay?

What is it?

Oh, okay.

Ruddiger, if there's nothing
else I can do for you,

I think
I'll go exploring.

Wait, wait.

You're gonna leave me here
with him and the bomb?

You can come to the U.N.
any day of the week.

For me, this is
once-in-a-lifetime.

The tug of history
and all that.

You should be fine.

Should be?

That's comforting.

Now my bed
don't weigh the same

Change my clothes
and wash my name

Does the well go down
that low?

Oh, my!

Let me breathe,
and I'll let you goOh!

I knelt down
in desperation

I felt around
for something real

There's a radio station

Playing wrong in my ear

You keep coming alive,
keep coming alive

Keep coming alive,
keep coming alive

You keep coming alive,
keep coming alive

Keep coming alive,
keep coming alive

Mr. Secretary General,
Mr. President,

distinguished members
of the General Assembly...

I come before you
on the 70th anniversary

of the Universal Declaration
of Human Rights...

Now my bed don't
weigh the sameHumbled to be the latest

in a long line
of politically questionable,

formerly dashing strong men

to address
this hallowed hall.

Castro, Gadhafi,
and my personal favorite...

Where your cross
and your flowers survive

Ah, Nikita.

You may have helped
the Soviet Union

lose the Cold War...

I knelt down in desperation
But you did it in style.

Today, I want to bring
to your attention

a topic
of great interest to me...

There's a radio station
And I believe to anyone

who cares about
this revered institution...

Playing wrong in my ear
Cary Grant, or, specifically,
his acid trips.

You keep coming alive,
keep coming alive

Moreau?
We lost him.

NYPD's blanketing the city
as we speak.

What is it?

The gel-cap housing is stuck.
I don't think I can remove it.

Keep coming alive,
keep coming aliveWhich means...

I don't know yet.

Here, do me a favor.

Hold this.
Hold what?

Keep coming alive, keep coming aliveThis white wire.

And not the yellow one.

Keep coming alive,
keep coming aliveDon't touch that.

Please.
Steady hands, my friend.

Through five marriages,
numerous lovers,

allegedly both
male and female,

and over 70 films, including
"North by Northwest,"

arguably the greatest work
ever produced here,

he just kept
right on tripping,
and why not?

Before LSD was weighed down
by the countercultural baggage

of Timothy Leary turning on,
tuning in, and dropping out...

Keep coming alive,
keep coming aliveLSD was used

to treat addiction, anxiety,
and depression.

Keep coming alive,
keep coming alive

Keep coming alive,
keep coming alive

Oh, boy.
What do you mean,
"Oh, boy"?

That means
this is not a good thing.

Keep coming alive, keep coming alive Standing here in the heart...

Of an institution
dedicated to diplomacy,

I can say,
from personal experience,

LSD has made me
significantly more
enlightened,

kind, considerate,
and loving,

and if people
are more kind and loving,

then the world will be, too.

Honestly, do you have any idea
what the hell you're doing?

There will be less crime,
fewer acts of terror,

more joy, more diplomacy,
and far more fun.

Ha, ha!

Ha, ha!

Cary Grant once said

after a particularly evocative
LSD trip,

"I imagined myself as a giant
penis launching off from Earth

"like a spaceship."
LIZ: We lost Moreau,

but your weird
little German friend did it.

He defused the bomb.

I'm not surprised.
After all, he did build it.

We've notified NYPD.

You got to get out of here
before they arrive.

Does it...

Bother you?
What?

Knowing that a catastrophe at
the United Nations
was averted,

that people's lives were saved
because of you.

That you do...

Good that no one
will ever know.

Did you know that
Cary Grant's original name

was Archibald Leach?

That he was born
into poverty,

the son of an alcoholic father
and a depressed mother,

and then reinvented himself

as the paragon
of WASP virtue and charm?

Good for you, Archie.

I'm a great fan
of reinvention.

Of keeping your true self
hidden.

Or of becoming
your true self,

even if you have to take on
a new identity to achieve it.

Care to join me and Dembe
and Ruddiger at the
Red Brau Tavern?

Celebrate with a warm pretzel
and a cold beer?

Whatever happened to tai chi
and spinach

After saving Manhattan,
I feel I deserve a few carbs.

You go.

I got to stay here
and figure out how
to explain this to EOD.

Second thoughts?

I just want to talk
about our plan.

What we're doing
is the right thing.

I know.

I do.

It's just, um...

Whoever he is,
he does do a lot of good.

The only thing that you just
said that matters

is "whoever he is."

That's the point,
we don't know,

and this is the only way
we're gonna find out.

But we do know
who he is.

Raymond Reddington.

Not the real one,
the reinvented one.

The one who's been
Raymond Reddington
for 30 years,

longer than anyone else,

and whatever we find out, it's not gonna change that.

This man,
the one we know,

is the concierge
of crime.

A very bad man capable of
an incredible amount of good.

Look, I get it.

I mean, I mean,
I, I don't get it,

but I accept it.

He's part of your life.
He drops by unannounced.

He's like family.

But being like family
isn't family.

We have a plan,

and if we stick to it,
it's gonna work,

but I can't do this
without you.

So what's it gonna be?

Max,
we can fly you tonight,

just as long as we are
back in the hotel in
time for the tennis.

I don't want to miss
a moment of the women's
doubles, all right?

Go ahead.
I'll meet you inside.

I'll take mine salted.
As if there was
any other way.

Three salted,
two with mustard.

BALDWIN: Excuse me, sir.
Can I help you?

You look lost.

I am, metaphysically,
but aren't we all
just a little?

Let me see some ID.

George Murphy,
Senior VP at Fine and Clean.

We sell shower curtains,
curtain rods,

liners, the occasional
soap dish.

What are you looking at?

Is there a problem,
Officer?

Turn around.
Hands on the cart.

You don't want me to do that.
This is my good side.

1085,
officer needs assistance.

Assistance with what?
Deciding whether to
go salted or unsalted?

I'm not gonna ask you
again.

Fine, salted.

Just don't blame me
for the aneurysm.

Hands on the cart.

Isn't this exactly
the kind of harassment

that makes people
hate the police?

Are you carrying a weapon?
And here I was hoping
to surprise you.

Mr. Murphy, tell me...

What's a curtain-rod
salesman doing carrying
a loaded handgun?

Curtain
Shower curtains,
mildew-resistant fabrics.

Baldwin, do you have any idea
who this guy is?

I know
he's a wiseass.

Wiseass?
That's who you think?

This is the most wanted man
in America.

Aram, what is it?

He's been arrested.

That's great news.

Great?
Why would you say that?

The guy's a killer.
I know, but, look.

I know theoretically
that I should be happy

that someone who's done
what he's done

has finally been caught,
but I'm not.

I'm sad.

Sad, about Moreau?
Moreau?

You just said
he was arrested.

No.

We haven't found Moreau.
We're still working on that.

Well, then who
are you talking about?

Mr. Reddington.

Mr. Reddington is the one
that's been arrested.

What

Less than an hour ago,
he was, uh, buying a pretzel.

30 years on the run,

and a beat cop
picks him up
at a pretzel cart.

Where is he now?
NYPD is holding him
at the 27th.

Well,
we have to go get him out.

Police precinct,
the most wanted man
in America?

There's no getting him out.
Of course we can.

We... We, the government.
We have an agreement.

Keen,
he's in the system now.

Does Cooper now?

He's in with Panabaker.

She's not gonna
do anything.

Is that what you know
or what you want?

No one wants that.
For Reddington
to get arrested

so we don't have to work
with him anymore?

Go ahead, Keen, say it.

I know it's
what you're thinking.

Thinking what?
That I called it in.

Reddington's whereabouts,
that they arrested him
because of me.

That's crazy.

None of us would betray
Mr. Reddington like that.

I don't believe
you did it,

but I do believe
you're relieved it happened.

Keen, all I do know
is that it's over,

and nothing Cooper says
is gonna change that.

You can't just walk away.

Actually, Harold,
I can't do anything else.

You know the good
this Task Force has done.

Yes, I do, and the bad.

We knew this was a possibility
when we made his deal.

Which is why the government
lawyers who papered it

were very clear
about what our position
would be if it did.

In the event of Reddington's
arrest, we disavow.

We papered it
five years ago.

Since that time, thanks
to Reddington's blacklist,

this Bureau
has killed or captured

over 100 high-value targets

and saved a tremendous number
of lives in the process.

Harold, I like you,

and I admire the way
you have milked this mad cow,

but you knew from Day One

that the government
would never
publicly acknowledge

having an immunity agreement

with the number-one man
on its most-wanted list.

I'm not asking you
to go public.

He was arrested
in New York.

If you inform
the U.S. attorney
of the Southern District...

The publicity hound
who wants to run for governor

and, God forbid,
president?

You have any idea how long
she'd sit on that intel?

We'd be in turtle mode
for a month of Sundays.

There must be something
you can do.

There is,
and we are very good at it.

Absolutely nothing.

Cynthia, I know that the
Task Force has crossed lines.

I know that there has been
collateral damage,

that Reddington is a criminal
who someday must answer

for what he has done,
but that day is not today.

Today, because of Reddington,

we stopped a terrorist
from bombing the U.N.

You disavow, and, tomorrow,
we may not be so lucky.

And that would be
a tragedy,

but there is nothing
I can do about it.

One driver's license,

one watch, Rolex.

$2,000 in cash,

no wallet, no credit card,
no keys, no phone.

You travel light.

Trick of the trade.

The soap dish trade.

You know what you fellas
always say, that phrase?

"We can do this the easy way
or the hard way."

Well, that's up to you,
isn't it?

Actually,
it's entirely up to you.

One way or the other,
I'll be set free.

Indictments and trials
are obviously the hard way.

The easy way is for you
and your family

to suddenly become
grotesquely rich,

buy one of those
offensive mega-yachts,

and travel the oceans
like a nouveau
Jacques Cousteau.

Is that a bribe?

A statement of fact.

You simply haven't lived

until you've skinny dipped

in the clear blue waters
off the coast of La Ciotat.

The ADA
is gonna want a statement.

Hmm.

A phone number.

A pot of gold

waiting at
the end of the rainbow

for anyone smart enough
to make the call.

Let's try that again.

What's this?
My autograph,
and a short dedication.

Something
to make it personal.

If you insist on being
a flatfoot for the
rest of your life,

you should sell it on eBay,
buy some orthotics.

Ah.
We'll take it from here.

Who's "we"?

The prisoner
is now in the custody

of the federal government.

I made the arrest.
You're just gonna take
my collar away from me.

He's facing multiple
outstanding federal
indictments.

That puts us
at the head of the line.

You're a hero,
Officer Baldwin.

I'll be sure to mention your
name at the press conference.

Would've been a nice boat.

Let me be clear.

You will never be free
again.

You'll be tried, convicted,
held in a federal prison

until we execute you.

As pleasant as that sounds,

I'm afraid I've made
other arrangements.

This is gonna be fun.

Winning always is.

Miss Holt.

Harold Cooper.
Hi.

Thank you for coming.
Sure.

When you asked me to
come to your office to
talk about Reddington,

I assumed you meant
the Hoover building.

What is this place?

A blacksite facility for
the Reddington Task Force.

This is where you've
been hunting him from?

That's what I wanted to
talk with you about.

We haven't been hunting
Reddington...

We've been working
with him.

Say that again.

Several years ago,
the government entered into

an immunity agreement
with Reddington.

Now that
he's been arrested,

I've been instructed
to keep that agreement secret,

but I thought
you should know.

Has the agreement
born fruit?

A cornucopia.

You want to keep it
in place.

Yes, and I think
you'll want to, as well,

after you understand
just how many cases...

Will he be an effective C.I.
from prison?

No.

You want me to kick him.

I want you to know
all the facts.

I want you to...
I came here assuming that

you were going to help
prosecute Reddington.

Instead, you want me
to conspire
with you to let him go.

Once you go public,
all this goes away.

Mr. Cooper, I can protect
the Bureau's relationship

with Mr. Reddington
for now,

but the most wanted man
in America, maybe the world,

has been arrested
in New York City,

and I will prosecute him to
the fullest extent of the law,

immunity agreement
or not.

So the rumors are true.

You arerunning
for governor.

Good evening.

Today, I can report to the
American people
and to the world

that earlier this afternoon,

Officer Michael Baldwin
of the New York City
Police Department

arrested
international fugitive

and traitor
to the United States,

Mr. Raymond Reddington.

As of this moment,

I cannot speak to the details
of his arrest,

but I can tell you this,

in the coming days and weeks,

my office will be exploring
all options

regarding charges
and sentencing
against Mr. Reddington.

And to the victims
of his crimes,

I want you to know that
this case is my top priority,

and I will not rest
until Mr. Reddington

is held to account
for all the pain and suffering

he has inflicted on too many
for too long.

Can we have a minute?

He's my father.

They won't acknowledge
the agreement.

I need you to focus.

They're not
gonna release you.Focus on what happened.

They're gonna put you
on trial.

How it happened.

How?

This wasn't an accident.

My luck
didn't just run out.

Someone tipped them.

Someone close.

What makes you think that?

The cops
were tipped off.

Not specifically about me.

That would've triggered
a larger presence,

and I would've noticed.

Whoever did this told the cops
as little as possible.

Something about
a middle-aged white male

carrying a concealed weapon,

something a couple of cops
could follow up on

quietly, discreetly.

Do you have any idea
who it was?

That's what I need your help
to find out.

Forget about the prosecutor
and all this.

I've been a step ahead of them
for decades.

I'm confident
this won't change that.

How can you say that?

I need to find the person
who betrayed me.

So you can kill him?

I see hard times coming

I'd say that depends.

I feel the flood
in my veins

I hear a warning
in the thunder

I got a sinking
in my chest

These thoughts keep running, running, running, running

These thoughts keep running,
running, running, running

I see hard times coming

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

I see blood in the river

As the current pulls me down

I slowly fade
into the darkness

I know you
were having
second thoughts.

And I scream
without a sound

It was
the right thing to do.

These thoughts keep running, running, running, running

What's the biggest obstacle
standing between us

and finding out
who he really is?

It was him.

He deleted his file.
He dropped by unannounced.

Ohhhh, ohhhh
I had to hide in the closet
to keep him from seeing me.

Ohhhh
As long as he's free, we're
never gonna find the truth.

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

Personally, I think
it's cause for celebration.

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

He asked me to find out
who tipped off the police.

It's all that matters
to him.

Not that
he's been arrested or...

With all these worries
taking over

That he's gonna be
put on trial...

It's getting harder and harder to breathe

And face the death penalty.

I see hard times coming

All he cares about is
finding out who betrayed him.

I see hard times coming

I see hard times coming

I can't imagine
what he'll do...

I see hard times coming

If he ever finds out
that it was me.

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

Ohhhh

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