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[Indistinct shouting
in distance]

[Rumbling in distance]

You hear that?

- What was it?
- I don't know.

We should head back.
We can play more later.

Come on. It's almost 7:30.
Mom's gonna be upset if we...

one more kickoff!
I'll return!

Dad?

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[Indistinct shouting]

[Distorted]
The storm has come.

A wave of death and destruction

aimed at the few who've left
so little for so many.

It will wash away the greedy,

and when it does,
you can thank General Ludd.

[She & him's "somebody sweet
to talk to" plays]

[Shower running]

Hey, what are you
still doing here?

Hey. Uh, late start.
Teacher in-service.

I'm supposed
to bring doughnuts...

as if Mrs. Wempon's ass
could use another bear claw.

[Laughs]

What's, uh, going on here?

- Hello.
- Good morning.

I'm working on it.

♪ But the chillin'
turn out fine ♪

♪ I got the pieces
if you got the time ♪

A cargo plane
bound for Los Angeles...

sources say it exploded

just 90 seconds after takeoff
here in Washington.

- Hey, you see this?
- Huh?

Plane crash.

The debris and the eyewitness
accounts say it looks like a bomb.

[Cellphone vibrates]
... Investigators on the ground

as to the nature
of the explosion.

- It's my dad. - Eyewitness
reports are claiming

that this could be the result
of a terr...

Hey.
Is everything okay?

What, I can't call my daughter
unless there's something wrong?

How you feeling?

Oh, you know me.
Picture of health.

- Something's wrong. - Yeah, this 12-year-old
who claims to be an oncologist

wants to run
another series of tests.

- You're in the hospital? I'm coming.
- No, you're not. I'm fine.

Listen, butterball,
I-it's under control.

I got teams
of medical people here.

Their teams have teams.

I'm fine.

When are these tests happening?

- Today. Soon as the doc finishes
her Martini. - No jokes.

If this is serious,
I want to be there.

It's not.
Don't say that

just 'cause
you don't want to bother me.

You're my dad.
You're allowed to bother me.

It's just a test, Lizzy.

Okay. Leave your phone on and call
me as soon as it's done, okay?

All right.

- Dad, I love you.
- I love you, too.

Doctor: Pretending
doesn't make it any better.

She deserves to know the truth.

Shut up and hand me
that snickers bar, would you?

Cooper: Absolutely not.

I'm not giving you access
to the FBI's ViCAP system.

Then you'll just have to find
another criminal

to talk to Elizabeth Keen
and make fun of Agent Ressler.

We have an agreement.

Yes, the agreement is for me
to bring cases to you.

It doesn't work
the other way around.

I'm not your consultant.

I have no interest in cases
that I have no interest in.

Personally, I think my proposal
was incredibly fair.

You have got to give to get,
Harold.

You're asking me to go beyond
the terms of our agreement.

If you want me to help you
with this case, I will,

but I need something extra
to sweeten the deal.

Rest assured,
granting me access to ViCAP

will benefit you
just as much as it does me.

Does this mean you know
who took down that cargo plane?

You're speaking

as if an individual
is responsible for this.

It's far bigger
than you might think.

It's a movement.

Do we have a deal?

Reddington believes General Ludd
is behind the attack.

They take their name
from the leader

of a 19th-century group
called the luddites,

a militant wing
of a popular struggle

against
early industrial capitalism.

1997.
Davos, Switzerland.

Ludd took credit for a car bomb

that hit the economic
international summit.

Nine people killed, including
two European finance ministers.

2005. Ludd released
the source code

protecting trade data
for international stockholders.

They caused a computer glitch that
cost the market a few hundred million.

That I can appreciate...
trim the fat off the fat cats.

This group is
incredibly well-educated.

They're as disciplined
as any terrorist cell.

Identifying the members
has been impossible.

- Does Reddington tell you he can I.D.
one of these guys? - Better.

Says he can identify the group's
founder, Nathaniel Wolff.

Says he's the man
ultimately responsible

for taking down that plane.

This is the only known image
of him that we have.

Get out there.
Find him.

I'll let the locals know
you're coming.

Nobody sleeps
until we have him.

Heller: It was definitely
a bomb, not mechanical.

At the moment,
we have two suspects.

The bomb was homemade,

straight from
the Oklahoma city playbook.

It was driven onto the tarmac
by a cargo operator

and placed onto the plane
inside a shipping crate.

We got bomb residue inside
to confirm that.

The driver's name was Roger Gard.
Haven't found him yet.

What about your second suspect?

My guys just got word last night
a fertilizer plant was robbed.

One of the part-time employees stole
chemicals from a company warehouse.

Do you have a name?
Plant manager thinks

it was taken by an employee
named Arthur Denning.

Ressler: Here it is.
I got it.

Arthur Denning started
at the Greenbow fertilizer plant

three months ago.

U.S. attorney subpoenaed
everything they have...

personal records,
performance reviews,

and this...
security footage.

He accessed a remote warehouse
at 2:16 A.M.

There he is.

That's our guy.
That's Arthur Denning?

I just got a company I.D.
on Roger Gard.

Aram, can you pull up
that picture?

Okay.
What the hell is going on?

Arthur Denning and Roger Gard
are the same person.

Can you pull up the photo
of Wolff?

[Keyboard clacking]

Whoever that guy is,
he is not Nathaniel Wolff.

Then who is he?

Who has my itinerary?

Flight 1143.

I want you all to know
what an honor this has been.

Hey. I know
you don't want to call me

because you don't
want to freak me out,

but F.Y.I., not calling me
freaks me out, so call me.

Uh, I... I just want to know
about the tests.

I love you.

We compared the employee files
of Gard and Denning.

- They have one thing in common.
- I'm sorry. What?

We got his home address.
Let's roll.

We went to the apartment,
looking for the real identity

of the man
posing as Denning and Gard.

The one thing we knew going in

was that the man we were looking
for was not Nathaniel Wolff.

We were wrong.
Reddington was right.

What proof do you have? Well, the
items we found at the apartment

are basically a love letter
from Wolff to his father.

Wolff's father was a mechanic who
worked his entire life at PTB aviation.

When Wolff was 6, a corporate
raider bought the airline

and sold it off piece by piece.

Wolff's father was a union man,

fought to keep
the airline intact.

He lost, started drinking,
his wife left, took the kids.

Six months later, Wolff's father
committed suicide.

Okay. But, again,
that isn't proof.

No, but we've got
Nathaniel Wolff's fingerprints

all over the place.

Two different people,
both with the exact same print?

You can't change
his fingerprints.

He changed his face.

Malaysia is the future, Mary.

A whole new world
is waiting there.

They are a starting
a production line...

I am not moving to Malaysia.

I understand,
but with your skills

in a market
like Kuala Lumpur...

I find it so reassuring... the
movie stars, the pop singers...

they really are
just like the rest of us.

Mr. Reddington, I told you,

I'm not interested in anything
outside Fairfax county.

Caleb's in school.
He's 9.

I'm treasurer of the pta,
for God's sakes.

- I can't just leave.
- Mary, darling,

you would thrive in Malaysia,
and Caleb would love it.

Those thieving little monkeys
near Batu caves

are absolute rascals.

[Door opens]

Molly.

What are you doing here?

You're a little early.
We're not ready yet.

One of our most trusted
couriers. Please excuse us.

You have a suburban housewife printing
fake money out of her garage.

Mary is an artist.
She has a tremendous gift.

I've been calling your people all morning.
Luli didn't pick up.

Luli didn't pick up
because we are busy.

Well, then you should have dug
that chip out of your damn neck.

Well, you're here now,

so what's on your mind?

We searched the home address
listed for both suspects

and were able to pull
some prints.

They belong to Nathaniel Wolff.

[Laughs]
I never tire of being correct.

Someone changed his face.

I understand
your father is not well.

Excuse me?

The cancer.
It's come back?

My father's fine.
He's just...

Who the hell told you that?

You should be there...
With him.

I am not doing this...
playing this game,

guessing what you know or
how you know it. Dr. Maltz.

- What?
- Abraham Maltz.

The best surgeon
for this sort of business.

Maltz.

Before we do this,
let me be clear...

I have business that requires
further travel today,

so this needs
to happen quickly.

You need to follow my lead.

Dr. Maltz
is not on the blacklist.

He's an asset
I need to protect.

You want me to protect
some plastic surgeon

who might be linked to a
terrorist organization? Yes.

Abraham.

Raymond.
What brings you in?

I don't know how you do it.

I had that done once.
I couldn't bear the tickling.

How are you?
[Smooches]

We need to talk, in private.

Yeah, sure.
Give us a minute, please?

Ray, look at you.
You look great.

I mean,
the elasticity is amazing.

You been juicing?
Beets, mostly.

Some celery, carrots,
a lot of ginger.

The kale makes me dyspeptic.

And what's a beautiful young woman
like you doing with this vulture?

Trust me, it's not by choice.

So, Nathaniel Wolff... you gave him a new face.
I need to find him.

You know I would help you
if I could, Raymond.

I do, and I thank you
for that, Abraham.

Normally, I wouldn't impose,

but this is a personal matter
of some urgency.

You know my business.
You know the rules.

It's all about confidentiality.

Absolutely. This conversation
should never leave this office.

I just got done with six hours
of surgery, and you walk in...

I mean, I don't know you
or why you think

you can come in here and
ask questions about my clients.

Red, help me out.

My name is
Special Agent Elizabeth Keen.

I'm with the FBI.

Mr. Reddington
is working with us,

helping us to capture
high-value targets,

and Nathaniel Wolff
is one of them.

I need to find Wolff,
and I know you can help us.

Wait a minute.
You're an informant now?

How dare you come in
this... did you hear me?

I said I need his new name.

Give it to me, or I'll have
the Miami field office

tear your practice apart faster
than you can say "tummy tuck."

[Sighs]

Bradley Holland.

Okay? That's the name he goes
under now... Bradley Holland.

Abraham!

I refer important clients
to you,

people who are vital
to my business,

people whose livelihood
depends on your confidentiality,

and you roll over like a cockapoo
wanting his belly scratched?

- You said this guy was solid.
- What? Wait a minute.

Some woman who claims to be an FBI
agent makes a few ham-fisted threats,

and you hand over
one of your own clients?

That's dirty pool.

God forbid this little incident ever
gets back to poor Nathaniel Wolff.

Red, I don't know what's going on here...
what other secrets have you just given away?

Nothing! Who knows about
the work I've had done?

Nobody, truthfully!
You know me!

I brought Christina to you

specifically for your
discretion and expertise.

I assured her
you were trustworthy.

I'm sorry. I was wrong.
Shame on you, Abraham.

I know another doctor. Let's go. No, red.
We... we could make this right.

You know me. I would never
give out a name of any client!

We believe Wolff is now using
the name Bradley Holland,

a pilot for Innova Air.

I'd buy him as a cargo operator,
but a pilot?

That would require licenses,
documentation,

a background check.
Anonymity is a cornerstone

of this group's
decentralized command structure.

Wolff has given up his identity
for this cause.

Wall street destroyed
the airline

that Wolff's father
devoted his life to.

So Wolff is now using the airlines in
his efforts to destroy wall street.

Bradley Holland just swiped through
security at Reagan national.

Get the TSA on the line.
Tell them to pull

the surveillance feeds
and backtrack the swipe point.

He's gonna bring down
another plane.

Sophie, hi.

Uh, if it's okay with you,
I'm deadheading to Denver.

Of course. Let me check
what seats are available.

Appreciate that.

I'm Bradley.

There's an empty seat in first.

Must be my lucky day.

Yes. Sir,
the attack is imminent.

We need to contact homeland and have
them move the threat level to code red.

All planes in the air
need to be rerouted.

Nothing should be taking off
or landing at Reagan.

Man: How about that?

Nuts, right?

They're saying a father and son
were killed on the ground.

That's terrible. That group,
the ones that took credit...

Oh, yeah.
Uh, General... Something.

General... General Ludd.

Within an hour of that plane
dropping out of the sky,

that company lost 30%
of its market share.

Bunch of wackos, right?

Oh, you said it.

Out-of-work,
sexually frustrated,

living-at-home losers,
if you ask me.

Mm-hmm.

What line of work are you in?

Hedge funds.
Dolus capital.

Oh.

So, uh, this
General Ludd group,

you're like the poster child
for everything they hate.

[Laughs] How's that feel?
You worried?

Eh, not in the gold club,
I'm not.

[Chuckles]
Know what I'm saying?

Mm-hmm.

[Man speaking indistinctly
on P.A. system]

Sophie, do me a favor?
Whatever you need.

I left my log book
six gates away.

Would you, uh, watch my stuff?

I'll put it
in first-class overhead.

We're boarding any minute.

You're the best.

- Tom.
- Tom: Liz, aunt June called.

I'm sorry.
Now's not a good time.

Uh, she said your dad hasn't exactly
been telling you the truth.

Apparently, he's a little sicker
than he's been letting on.

Aunt June gets indigestion and
thinks she's having a stroke.

The cancer's
spread to his liver.

What?

No, he was just going in
for a few tests.

Apparently, it's
a little more serious than that,

and aunt June thinks that
we need to be there, like, now.

I can't. I...

Oh, my God.
I got to call him.

No, he's in surgery.

Listen, I'm on the next flight
out of Dulles,

and I got Ellie
to watch Hudson, so...

surgery for what?

Have you talked
to his oncologist?

No, I talked to June,
and you're right.

[Cellphone rings]
She's probably overreacting.

But if you can't go now, then, uh...
Yeah, what do you got?

...then let me book you
the 6:15 tomorrow morning,

and you'll be in Nebraska
by noon.

Okay?

Lizzy, okay?

Okay.

You all right?

[Cellphone beeps]

We got him.

Deadheading to Denver,
flight 1143.

[Tires screeching]

Lock off this runway!
Clear that terminal!

I want everyone
out of here now!

Liz: We need emergency vehicles
on standby.

Bomb squad's en route.

I want every bag...

[coughing]

Hello, Sam.

It's been far too long.

Liz: Sir?

I have a family emergency.
My father's sick.

- I need to catch a flight.
- Not an option.

I know
the timing is terrible...

All flights are grounded.

What? Why?

General Ludd. FBI headquarters
received a manifesto.

[Distorted]
We are General Ludd.

Our uprising against
the undue influence

of corporations
on our government has begun.

Today marks
the beginning of a war.

Our enemy? The oligarchs
of corporate America,

who have destroyed
the middle class

on whose backs
this country was built.

Our fight is for the soul
of this country.

There will be protests,
violent uprisings,

planes will fall
from the skies.

The corrupt corporate giants
will be brought to their knees.

So, as it begins,
ask yourself...

are you General Ludd?

The F.A.A.
has implemented 9/11 protocol.

All planes are grounded
until further notice.

This was the plan all along.

They wanted us to ground those
planes... cripple the economy.

I've got an address
on Bradley Holland.

Let me guess...
same as Denning and Gard?

Yes, but I've also traced
a credit-card payment

in Holland's name
to a storage facility...

Brooklyn, St. marks ave.
Let's roll.

[Both laugh] Oh, my God.

I've never been more scared
of a woman in my life.

She was thrilling in bed.
What a pair of legs.

I think she played field hockey
in college.

[Both laugh]

[Coughing]

[Clears throat]

I've missed that laugh.

[Clears throat]

You look like hell.

I finally had a chance
to see her, Sam.

There's a fire inside
she got from you.

She's volatile...

Unpredictable...

Soft then hard then...

[Laughs] Soft again.

Stronger than she knows.

You gave her
an incredible gift, Sam.

Taking her in and...

Loving her as your own.

They've given me six weeks.

For what?

So I can lay here
and watch them take me apart?

[Coughs]

I wish they'd said six hours.

And I told them, I said,

"you can get rid
of those damn machines.

Go monitor somebody
who's actually got vital signs."

[Both laugh]

[Coughing]

Mm.

I need to tell Lizzy.

No.

I know what we agreed,

but before I go,
I have to tell her.

I can't let you do that.

She deserves the truth.

[Door rattling]

He created entire lives.

As if they were real people.

Who the hell is John Horlbeck?

His whole plan rested
on becoming John Horlbeck,

a 45-year-old
truck driver.

The trucking company
he works for

has contracts with the bureau
of engraving and printing.

Every day, B.E.P. moves
billions of dollars in currency

from the U.S. mint and federal
reserve banks all over the country.

They move it by plane.

But with the planes grounded, they move...
By truck. Today.

This was all
an elaborate heist.

How much is Horlbeck moving
by his trucking company?

$500 million.

[Engine turns over]

Aram: Okay, just got
the transponder frequency

from American secure transport.

Target vehicle is crossing
over the queensboro bridge,

Delaware plates.

[Cellphone rings]
6-Alpha-7-7-bravo.

Daddy, thank God.
I was so worried.

What's going on?
Tom just spoke with aunt June.

Aunt June talks too much.

Tom said you're in surgery?

Look...

I'm sorry to bring you so late
to the party,

but... About three months ago,
I wasn't feeling so great.

So I went to the doc,
and, uh...

She said the cancer came back...
And spread everywhere.

They're doing what they can,
but, you know, it ain't good.

But obviously they think
they can do something.

They think...
[Tires screech]

I should've told you the truth.

I should've been honest with you
from the get-go.

But I couldn't.
I was trying to protect you.

I'm on my way, as soon
as I can get on a plane.

You're gonna be fine, daddy.
I know that.

'Course I am.

[Chuckles]

I love you.

I love you, too, butterball.

[Cellphone beeps]

Thank you.

You will always be
her father, Sam.

I can only hope to...

...love her
and protect her...

As you have.

[Muffled grunting]

[Grunting stops]

[Sighs]

Uh, excuse me.

I'm here to see Sam Milhoan.
Do you know what room he's in?

Are you family?

Yeah, I'm his, uh, son-in-law...
Tom Keen.

I...

I'm so sorry.

[Sighs] We...

Th-thank you.

Okay, turning south.

Take the midtown tunnel.
You can get ahead of him.

[Cellphone rings] Keen.

Lizzy, how are you?

Not a good time.

Sorry. I was
just thinking about you

and wanted to see
if you needed anything.

With the case?

No.

With your father.

Are you gonna make it home
to Nebraska?

All planes are grounded.

Not mine.

Lizzy, are you sure...

There's nothing
I can do for you?

I can't talk right now.

Mind if I sit?

No, go right ahead.

Visiting someone?

A friend.

He died today.
Oh.

Yourself?

I, uh, came here to see
my father-in-law.

But I...

I-I didn't get here
in time.

Oh, my.

I'm terribly sorry.

It's hard to...

Not say goodbye.

I have lost so many people.

Never seems to get any easier.

I don't know
what I'm gonna say...

To my wife.

I've been sitting here
for I don't know how long

trying to figure out
how to tell her.

My wife and her dad,
they had something...

He took her in when she was
4 years old, adopted her,

and raised her
as a single parent.

She's gonna be heartbroken.

Yes.

It'll undoubtedly take
some time.

But I'm sure she'll be fine.

He'll always be there with her,

standing in the shadows
to keep her safe...

Laughing with her
in the light...

Watching through her eyes
all those who get close.

He'll always be there.

She will be fine.

I hope you're right.

I know I am.

We got him.

[Sirens wailing]

[Tires screech]

[Tires screech]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Gunshots]

[Shouting continues]

[Crowd cheering]

[Indistinct shouting]

This was never about the money.

Wolff's people hit that truck

for something far more valuable
than the cash.

There was a safe on the truck.

In it was a hard drive
containing software upgrades

for the new
hundred-dollar bill...

proprietary algorithms,
plate design,

watermarks,
encoding techniques.

Every last hair on Ben Franklin's
eyelash is on that drive.

Luckily, we got to him before
he could access the safe.

Cooper: Any indication where Wolff may be?
Meera: We put out an APB.

All major roads, trains, buses,
and ports have been secured.

With planes still grounded,
flying out isn't an option.

That's not exactly true.

Lizzy.

You said you could still fly?

If you know what corners to cut,
yes, everything is possible.

Wolff wanted us to ground
those planes

so he could steal the blueprints
for the new hundred-dollar bill.

He's escaping by plane.

Nobody's watching the sky.

My guess is you're half right.

So if you were him,
where would you fly from?

Where was Wolff last seen?

- Wall street.
- How fitting.

Let me look into the matter.
I'll see what I can find.

Dembe, tell Edward we're making
an unscheduled stop.

[Sighs]

Hey.

[Door closes] Ready to go?

Oh, I'm not your pilot.
He went for a stroll.

Well, get him back.

Years ago, I used to smuggle
small shipments

of oaxaca-highland gold
into this airstrip.

Beautiful space.
Bumpy as hell.

You know, Mr. Wolff,
I admire your commitment.

Others may doubt you,

may think your revolutionary
talk is just that...

talk to cover your grief...
but I think not.

You really do want

this country's financial system
to fail.

And if I'm not mistaken,

you've come up with an ingenious
way to make that happen.

- Who are you?
- No doubt, the feds

are congratulating themselves
this very minute

for recovering the blueprint
they assume is real,

but you and I know it's not.

It's a fake.

How you know that?

You swapped the drives,
gave the feds a counterfeit.

If the mint uses it,

billions of dollars
of counterfeit currency

will be circulated,
bankrupting this country.

And you're gonna, what...
stop me? Turn me in?

[Laughs]

I'm gonna rob you.

Because unlike you, I happen
to believe in capitalism.

I like money. I like
the lifestyle it affords me.

I like the things that happen
when you give it away.

What becomes of you
and General Ludd

once you board that plane
is none of my concern...

though it is worth noting
that a true luddite

would burn the plane
rather than fly in it.

But whatever.
Your irony.

At any rate,
have a safe flight.

[Vehicle approaches]
And buckle up.

This runway is a bitch.

You got the tail number?
Yes, sir.

Send it to Agent Keen.

[Vehicle doors close]

[Tires screech]

Nathaniel Wolff,
you're under arrest.

I'll call this in to Cooper,
get the flight ban lifted.

I'll look after this.

Why don't you go see your father?
Thank you.

[Handcuffs click] Is it
really worth it, this job?

Risking your life for what...

the privilege of living
in some crappy studio apartment?

[Handcuffs click]
They own you.

[Handcuffs click]

[Cellphone rings]

[Radical face's
"welcome home" plays]

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ sleep ♪

♪ don't visit ♪

♪ so I choke on sun ♪

♪ and the days blur into one ♪

♪ and the backs of my eyes hum ♪

♪ with things I've never done ♪

♪ sheets are swaying ♪

♪ from an old clothesline ♪

♪ like a row
of captured ghosts ♪

♪ over old dead grass ♪

♪ was never much,
but we've made the most ♪

♪ welcome ho-o-o-me ♪

♪ oh oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh ♪

♪ oh, oh oh, oh oh oh ♪

♪ oh oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh ♪

You get one bite of the apple.

[Door closes]

♪ I've come ho-o-o-me ♪

♪ oh oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh ♪

♪ oh, oh oh, oh oh oh ♪

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I should've known when you
agreed to help us catch Wolff

that you would take something
for yourself.

We didn't think he could access the
safe on the truck, but he did.

And he swapped the original
drive for a counterfeit,

and when we arrested him,
he didn't have it.

I'm sorry about your father.

How was the funeral?

This is going to be
a difficult time.

The best way to keep
the memory of your father alive

is to talk about him.

Sync & corrections by sageeth007
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