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(EVERYTHING'S
JUST SO FINE PLAYS)

* When I feel the rain
coming down on me

* I just brush my coat
and everything's just fine

* Big holes in my pockets
where some coins
they should be

* Hey, I'm not rich

* But everything's just fine

* Sometimes
I talk with Mr. Blue... *

TAMERLANE: I've been accused
of being a lot of things.

Unemotional, cold,
a risk-inclined agitator,

whose own board sometimes
feels he's a liability.

(CHUCKLES)

Truth is, I've made my share
of mistakes...

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

...but it is no secret

that our e-commerce
market share

is expanding much faster
than anticipated.

That means fulfillment
is the bottleneck
for real growth,

which is why I am here
to announce

that Chione will be opening

a brand-new,
state-of-the-art
distribution facility

in Malaysia
by the end of next year.

(AUDIENCE MURMURING)
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

All right.

Oh, hey.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

All right.

Mr. Tamerlane?
It's a pleasure.

Oh, thank you very
much. Would you, uh,
like a photo together?

Oh, eh, it's okay.
I'm here on business.

It's about that incident
near Rock Creek Park.

Uh...
(CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry, your name was...
I'm not the only one
who knows.

I'm afraid there's some
real legal jeopardy

coming your way,

a credible witness,
a grand jury.

Who the hell are you?
How do you...
Please, let's not

talk here.

Uh, just come
see me alone.

I think I can be
of assistance.

JUDGE WILKINS:
We are on record
this morning in the matter of

The United States
v. Raymond Reddington

on charges of treason
in connection to the sale

of classified data
to Russian intelligence.

Is the government ready
to proceed to trial?

We are, Your Honor.
And the defense?

We are not.
Uh, the royal "we".

Me. I am not.

(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)

Dare I ask why?

Like it or not,
I have to be open to the idea

that there may be
certain mental abnormalities

that are the cause
of my criminal conduct.

As delighted
as the government is

that Mr. Reddington
has stated on the record

that his conduct
is criminal,

whether mental disease
caused his crimes

is a question
for a jury to decide

if and when he raises
an insanity defense.

I don't see what possible
connection that has

to whether he's prepared
to move to trial.

Well, I cannot proceed
to trial...

(CHUCKLING) until I know
how to defend myself,

or whether I can even
self-advocate

in an effective way.

You know the facts.

That's generally
a good start.

And if the facts indicate

that I'm not competent
to stand trial?

Defense counsel succeeded
in convincing Your Honor

to uphold his immunity
agreement.

H-He may be crazy
like a fox...

(LAUGHS)
...but he's not crazy.

REDDINGTON:
While I've come
to appreciate

the innate facility
Mr. Sima has

with the obvious cliche,

I'm sure the Court
is aware that,

on the subject
of my mental health,

his opinion is just that,
his opinion.

I'd prefer to take
the Court's recommendation

and base my defense
on the facts.

The only relevant fact
is that there is no motion

concerning the defendant's
mental health

before the court.

I am making that motion now,
as is my right

under the Federal Rules
of Criminal Procedure.

Therefore, I ask
for the court's indulgence

because I appear before you
in pro per,

and also possibly mad
as a hatter.

Talk about
your obvious cliche.

(LAUGHS)
Guilty as charged.

Or not...
if I really am mad.

How about giving us all
a chance to find out?

JENNIFER: What do you mean
he's talking a trip?

The judge granted his request
for a psychiatric evaluation,

so, as a federal prisoner,
he's being sent

to the Federal Medical Center
in Springfield, Missouri.

Does Reddington
really believe

anyone's gonna think
that he's incompetent?

REDDINGTON:
I didn't request
the evaluation

so I'd be evaluated.
(BUZZER, DOOR CLANKS)

I did it because I no longer
have an immunity agreement,

and I need leverage
to get a new one.

How does a psych eval
get you that?

Because it gets
me to Missouri.

There's a man
I need to see there.

JENNIFER: A man? What man?
I don't know,
and I don't care.

All I care about is
that he didn't give me a case,

so we can work on ours.

Ours is at a dead end.

What are you talking about?

We've ID'd the man
who was Koehler's patient

right after Reddington was.

He might know
his real identity.

Yeah, and if could find him,
maybe he'd tell us,

but we can't.

We're stuck,
but if I could get
the Task Force to help us...

(SCOFFS) I thought we
couldn't go to the FBI.

If we did,
Reddington would find out.

We can't give them a case,
but Reddington can.

I thought
he didn't have one.

They don't know that.

Gerald Todd Klepper
was a doctor in Newark

who murdered 17 patients.

ARAM: Terminally ill patients.
Cops think it was euthanasia.

They think,
but they don't know.

By the time
the police realized
Klepper was responsible,

he was gone.

And in the 28 years since,
no one's found him

because,
according to Reddington,

he had his appearance altered

by everyone's
favorite plastic surgeon
to the criminal elite...

Dr. Hans Koehler.

I'm sorry. So, Reddington
wants us to track down

one of Dr. Koehler's
patients?
COOPER: Thanks to him,

we already acquired a list
with their names on it.

The Bureau has assigned a team
to track them down.

He says Klepper
is a very special case.

And, no, he didn't say why.

And we can't ask him
because he hoodwinked
his judge

into sending him to Missouri
for a psych eval.

What do we know about this
"Angel of Death"?

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Let's start with what we don't
know, like his current ID,

what he looks like,
and where he lives.

You said you could be
of assistance.

What we do know is that,

according
to Koehler's medical file,

prior to his operation,
Klepper was on dialysis.

Our only lead is a 28-year-old
medical condition?

That's the only lead
the police have.

But the victims' families
hired a P.I. to follow up,

and what he found,
we don't know.

And you need
to talk to him.

We know who Klepper was,

maybe this guy
can tell us who he is.

MAN: Cindy Kobata
was fighting leukemia.

Jim Franklin had a wife
and two kids.

Bethany Ray
had cystic fibrosis.

She'd just turned 21
when Klepper killed her.

How long've you
been working this case?

The families
came to me in '94.

I wish I could'a
been more help,

but Klepper stayed
off the grid.

no citizenship, no taxes,
no footprint, nothing.

Is there anything you can
tell us about him now?

I can tell you
the cops had it all wrong.

They said he was all

about putting people
out of their misery,

but these people
were demanding
aggressive treatment.

They weren't targeted because
they wanted to die,

they were targeted
because they wanted to live.

Now, why would he do that?

Because by fighting
to stay alive,

they used up resources
that he thought
were better used

on healthier patients.

You make him sound like
an actuary.

Hmm.

Most people think life
is priceless.

Not Klepper.

He did a cost-benefit analysis
on these people,

figured that the cost
outweighed the benefits,

and killed them
because of it.

KLEPPER:
You killed someone.

For that, most people would
believe you belong in prison.

Their belief is based

on a Judeo-Christian
tradition of justice.

Mine is more algebraic.

There's a constant
and a variable.

The constant
is the work you do.

It has value,

and it will be compromised
with you behind bars.

The variable
is what economists
call the VSL,

the value
of statistical life.

In this case,
the value of your life

versus the value of the life
of the witness

whose testimony
will put you behind bars.

Okay, I can make it
worth their while
not to say anything.

The authorities
have identified her.

She was walking
home that night
and saw what she saw.

She's made
a preliminary statement.

At this point, a bribe has
a low probability of success.

I'm afraid my equation
is premised

on a more permanent
solution.

Killing her.

If her VSL
is lower than yours.

You can't put a price
on a life.

Nearly every department
in our government has a VSL.

The EPA's
is $10 million.

The FDA's
is $7.9 million.

The Department
of Transportation

is $6.4 million.

The annoying beep
that goes off

when the people
in the front seat

don't put their seatbelts on?

Ever wonder why
there was no beep

for the people
sitting in the back?

It would cost
the auto industry
$325 million a year

and save 44 lives.

325 divided by 44
is 7.4,

meaning that the value of each
life that would be saved

is $7.4 million.

But since DOT values each life
at only $6.4 million,

no beeps in the back.

Those are
statistical models

to determine
the cost of a life,

not to decide the value
of one life over another.

Organ recipient protocols.

What a teacher makes
versus a hedge fund manager.

We make comparative values
all the time,

and I've done it for you
and Miss Carter.

A bus driver versus
a titan of industry.

A volunteer
at a local boys' club

versus a man
who employs 12,000 people.

I've circled
the relevant numbers.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(PENCIL TAPS)

Well, according to this,
she comes out ahead.

Smaller carbon footprint.

Works with at-risk youth.

You give people paychecks.
She gives them hope.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
I'm not a murderer.

That's why you need me.

(EXHALES SLOWLY)

How do I tip your scales?

You're building a plant
in Malaysia.

I want it built
in Detroit.

My coefficient for
America First is very high.

No, that's impossible.

I've already put $100 million
into that plant.

I never said killing hope
would be cheap,

just ethical.

How can murder
ever be ethical?

How can 44 people
die each year

because they weren't warned
to put on their seatbelts?

Some lives have more value
than others.

Move the plant, your life
will have more value

than the woman set
to testify against you.

It's nothing personal.
It's just math.

So, I've been thinking
about The Angel of Death

and trying to figure out
why a digital nomad

who never stops moving,
would stop in one place
for nearly three months.

The answer? His kidney.

You think this has to do
with his dialysis treatments?

Not the treatments,
the cure.

A transplant.
I pulled the rolls

of every kidney
transplant recipient

in Philadelphia in 2010.

And after removing
the patients...
(KEYS CLACKING)

...that were the wrong age,
sex, or race,

I was able to narrow it down
to a list of 14 men,

one of which is this guy.

SAMAR: Cameron Morella.

ARAM: He's the right age,
and before 2010,

he was non-existent.
Because he was someone else.

(KEYS CLACKING,
COMPUTER BEEPS)

COOPER:
Gerald Todd Klepper.

I'm telling you...
I think this is our guy.

Miss Carter? Eric Price.

I'm here on behalf
of the District Attorney

to review your testimony.
May I have a minute?

So he has a new face
but still needs a kidney.

Did you run him through
the database,

license, credit cards?

I did,
and it appears he's in D.C.

His last purchase
was for a hotel room

near 4th and E Street.
(KEYS CLACKING)

And that...
that was under an hour ago.

COOPER:
Notify Ressler and Keen.

Have them pay
Mr. Morella a visit.

KELLY: I thought the lady
at the DA's Office

said that I wouldn't
be giving a statement

until later today.
Yes. About that...

The truth is, I don't work
for the DA's Office.

I'm here on behalf
of Mr. Tamerlane.

What? You lied to me?

Miss Carter, please.
Calm down.

(SIGHS) And you're here to
what... you're here to what,

try and buy me off?
Is that what this is?

He thinks he can
just pay me off
and make me lie

about what I saw him do
to that poor girl?

It's not quite that simple.
(LATCHES CLICK)

Who are you?
What are you doing?

Help! Help!

Oh! Help me!
Let go of me!

No!

(THUDS)

(GROANING)

KLEPPER:
According to the CDC,

accidents are the leading
cause of death

among women 25 to 34.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
It only accounts

for 18% of deaths
among black women.

(HANDLE CREAKS, WATER RUNNING)
But at 36.9%,

it's number one
with a bullet

among white women
like yourself.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Tragic slip and fall
coming out of the shower,

and, sadly, you'll be
just one more statistic

in the CDC's annual report
on health equity.

As Mark Twain said,
there's three kinds of lies...

Lies, damned lies,
and statistics.

DR. GRAY: So, we are here
to evaluate

whether you're competent
to stand trial.

This is a comfy chair.

Do you understand
what that means?

It's comfy?

Competency means you are
capable of understanding...
(CHUCKLES)

...the characteristic
and consequences

of the proceedings
against you.

Based on what I've read
in the trial transcript,

you seem quite capable.
And yet I don't...

(INHALES DEEPLY) understand
why I'm there... in court.

I don't know
what I've done wrong.

You don't?
Not really, no.

Have you killed people?

Polluting rivers kills people,
good people

killed for profit.

Raising the speed limit
kills people to save time.

The death penalty.

Unjust wars have killed
so many people.

Whatever I've done,

I've done because
I thought it was just.

So, do I really understand
the proceedings against me?

No, I don't.

I'm going to administer
a series of diagnostics tests.

If they're designed to see

whether I can
distinguish between

the behavior the system
defines as criminal

and that which I deem
appropriate...

I can't.

Let's start
with the Rorschach test.

Ah. Inkblots.
I must warn you,

they all look like
genitalia to me.

(LAUGHS) There you go.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Copy.
Walking them in now.

Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI.
What's going on here?

Got a call
about 20 minutes ago.

Housekeeping found
a DOA female in the room.

Looks like a slip and fall.

That's no slip and fall.

This guy...
Cameron Morella,
he's our suspect.

He's on the move.
Lock it down.
Search the building.

(DOOR CREAKING, THUDS SHUT)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Hello, Atticus.

It's been a while.

I was sorry to hear about all
the tomfoolery in Cincinnati,

but I'm confident
it'll all blow over

and you'll be
acquitted soon.

I came here
because I need a favor.

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

It's about our mutual
acquaintance.

I need to find him.

I'm in trouble,
and I need to find him.

If anyone can help me,
it's you.

This is important, Atticus.

It's a matter
of life and death.

You can talk at him
all day,

but he ain't
gonna say much.

I'm sorry?

Mr. Rodrick.

They got him on a cocktail

of antipsychotics
and mood stabilizers

that have most men
counting worms.

It's for the best, though.

He's a bear if he doesn't get
his meds every three hours.

Yeah, just like
the Incredible Hulk.

(MACHINE WHIRS)

(BEEPS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE)

(LOCK DISENGAGES)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(DOOR THUDS SHUT IN DISTANCE)

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

REDDINGTON:
Knock yourself out.

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

Jiminy Christmas!

What?
For the love of...

Please tell me that's not
a Vermilion Flycatcher.

What are you talking about?

That little fella right there.

What the hell
are you people doing

with a Flycatcher
in your aviary?

They're endangered.

That little guy should be
in an open habitat

or desert scrub,
at the very least.

Look, I don't know
nothing about birds

and desert scrub
and all that.

You know what?

Never mind.
I am absolutely dead wrong.

That is
a Red Factor Canary.

Probably domestically bred.
He's perfectly fine.

Good to know.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

One thing at a time, Atticus.

I'll get you sober,
and then you can tell me

how to find your friend

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

SAMAR: We're not seeing
any images of Klepper

on hotel security
or area CCTV.

His credit cards are dark,
his cellphone...

MPD's swept the building.
He's gone.

What about his hotel room?
LIZ: He never entered it.

We think
he only purchased it

to get access
to the victim's floor.

I just had an interesting
chat with the U.S.
Attorney's Office

for the District of Columbia.

What do they
have to do with this?

They're paying the bill
for the dead woman's room.

Turns out
she's the key witness

in a case
against Digby Tamerlane.

The Chione founder? That guy
is like a gazillionaire.

Yeah, well, he's also being
investigated by a grand jury

for the hit-and-run death
of a 12-year-old.

Now, without her testimony...
Their case doesn't exist.

ARAM: I'm sorry,
I think I'm confused.

(STAMMERS)
What is a deceased witness
in a hit-and-run case

have to do with
The Angel of Death killer?

The P.I. said
he decided who to kill

based on some
cost-benefit analysis.

Or maybe he thinks that
the, uh, benefits of a
gazillionaire's freedom

are worth more
than a witness' life.

COOPER:
Tamerlane clearly benefits
from this supposed "accident."

Press him. Let's find out
what else he's hiding.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Everyone's favorite superpower
is flying like a bird.

(CRUNCHING)

I'd prefer mind control.

Although, at this point,

maybe just X-ray vision.

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

(SLOWLY) Reddington?

Hello, Atticus.

Welcome back.

What are you doing here?

Please answer
yes or no.
Why?

As I've already explained,

your answers
will help me evaluate

your competency
to stand trial.

Whether I'm easily awakened
by noise?

The MMPI-2 is an effective
diagnostic tool,

as is my assessment of
your willingness to cooperate.

(SIGHS)

When I sleep, I sleep.

DR. GRAY:
"I wish I could be as happy
as others seem to be."

REDDINGTON: Yes.

DR. GRAY:
"My father was a good man."

Good?

No.

"If people
weren't out to get me,

"I would have been
more successful."

REDDINGTON: Not necessarily.

DR. GRAY: "I don't always
tell the truth."

I need to find your colleague.

DR. GRAY:
"I am an important person."

REDDINGTON:
It's important
that I find him.

(CHIRPING CONTINUES)

I'd like to fly.

DR. GRAY:
"I get angry sometimes."

Yes or no.
"I get angry sometimes."

No.

I get even.

Is that a look of concern
or keen interest?

You show no signs
of depression, paranoia,

or social introversion.

No hypochondriasis,
no hypomania.

Keen interest, then.
On the other hand,

you clearly have
a psychopathic
deviate conflict

as in regards
to society's rules.

Is that it?

After all your inkblots

and questions
about my digestive tract,

that's the depth
of your analysis,

that I deviate
from societal norms?

Given that my life depends
on your learned evaluation,

I hope you have something
slightly more insightful

on that notepad.

(PEN TAPS LIGHTLY)
You're masquerading.

Leading a double life,

pretending to be
someone you're not.

If you're divorced
from social norms,

it's because
you're divorced

from a side of yourself
I can't see

because you're terrified
of letting people see it.

Why, I don't know.

But whatever pathologies
you have,

I think they can be
traced to the fact that,

while most people see you
as a, uh, iconic bad guy,

you're really
just an imposter.

You expect me
to believe you?

(LAUGHS)
I told you three times,

I've never seen the man
before in my life.

Then it should come as
a surprise that he's a suspect

in the murder
of Kelly Carter.
(CELLPHONE CLATTERS)

TAMERLANE:
I don't know that name.
LIZ: Oh, sure you do.

She's the woman who saw you
in Rock Creek Park

trying to bury
that 12-year-old
you ran over...

Okay, I want my attorney.

That's why she was in D.C.,

to give her statement
to the grand jury.

Okay, listen, lady,
my lawyers are...

Your lawyers have no idea

that Cameron Morella
is a serial killer,

the one the press dubbed
"The Angel of Death,"

or that his real name
is Gerald Todd Klepper

and that he's responsible
for the murders

of Cindy Kobata, Jim Franklin,
Bethany Ray,

or that he's wanted for taking
17 innocent lives,

or even if he's still alive,
but I do.

I also know
that the two of you

are in business together.

And when I tie you
to Klepper,

you're not only looking at
a conspiracy to commit murder,

but I'm gonna do
everything in my power

to drag you down with him.

He approached me backstage

after our Malaysian launch.

He told me about
the witnesses, Miss Carter,

said he could make it
go away.

How did you communicate?

I had to go to him
at his place,

a campground near Groveton.

Is that the only way?

No.

He gave me a phone number.

(DOOR OPENS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)
We have a lead.

Tamerlane coughed up
Klepper's number.

I heard.
I'll get local PD en route

to that RV park now.

Have Aram run a trace
on that number.

We find Klepper's phone,
we find Klepper.

And maybe we'll find out why
Reddington gave us this case.

Maybe it's because,
for once, he's a bad guy.

You honestly believe that?

Tell me what Aram
finds out.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS, LINE RINGS)

You need to call
your friend Buck.

JENNIFER:
Why? What did you find out?

(EXHALES SHARPLY) I've got
a number I need him to trace.

Ready?
Yeah.

202-555-0170.

Gerald Klepper's
new identity

is Cameron Morella.
That's his number.

Call me as soon as Buck
traces it.
Wait, why do we need Buck?

I-I thought we were working
with the FBI.
(PEN CLATTERS LIGHTLY)

Can't they just run
the trace?
They are,

but we need to get to Klepper
before they do,

so I gave them
the wrong number.
What?

I w... They're gonna find out.
What happens when they do?

I'll deal with that later.

For now,
we just need to get to Klepper

and see if he can tell us
who Reddington really is.

Atticus.

Atticus,
look at me...

What's going on?

You're in a hospital
awaiting trial.

They have you on a strong
cocktail of antipsychotics.
Wha...

Springfield?

Yes, you're in Springfield.

That doctor...

Y... Lis...
Listen to me.

It's very important
that I locate your colleague.

He's gone.
No, yes. I know he's gone.

I need to find him.

(WHISPERING)
That damn doctor.

F... Atticus,
forget the doctor.

Can you help me
find him?
Y...

Mr. Reddington, what are you
doing? We have a session.

We have much to cover,
and you're late.

I am so sorry, Doctor.
I abhor tardiness,

but if you could
just give me one moment.

That bitch.
I...

I told her I didn't want
those little red pills.
Okay...

I told her no.
Calm down.

I'm gonna kill that lady.
That's enough, really.

I'm gonna rip that tongue
right out of her mouth.

Atticus, calm down.
And once I rip
that tongue out...

Atticus...

...I'm gonna shove it
down her damn throat!

Security! Security!
Security!

(GRUNTS)
(STRAINING)

No! No!
(GRUNTING)

I'm gonna rip
your tongue out!

(YELLS)

I'm gonna rip
your tongue out!

(YELLING)

JENNIFER: Buck is a god.
He traced the phone?

He bounced the signal
off of Venus or Mars,

I don't know,
but he has a location.

It's a parking lot
at 3rd and Sycamore.

Phone number
was a dead end.

I gotta go.
JENNIFER:
What are you gonna do?

Are you... Are you gonna go
there? Should I meet you?

I'll call you back.
(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Evidently, local PD couldn't
find Klepper's RV.

(KEYS JANGLING)
Cooper wants us
to get out there,

see if anyone
at the campground
has information

on where he might be.
You go.

What... you got
someplace better to be?

Yeah, I think I'm gonna try
to talk to Reddington,

see if he knows anything.

He's in the federal
psych hospital.

And this is
a life-or-death situation.

I think they're gonna
let me talk to him.

Now, there's a phone call
I'd like to be on.

I'll get Navabi to go out
to the RV parking lot...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I mean, y-you're welcome
to listen in if you want,

but, with Reddington,
you catch more flies
with honey,

and you are definitely
more sour than sweet.

(KEYS JINGLING)

How do you do it?

What?
Put up with him.

I can't stand
how much he hides from us,

and I'm not even his kid.

I don't know
how you deal with it.
It's not easy.

You make it look like it is.
(SCOFFS)

(CELLPHONE DIALING)
I'll let you know
what I find out.

I'll do the same.

(DOOR CLOSES)
(LINE RINGING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Cameron Morella! FBI!
Open the door.

Mr. Morella, open the door,

or a tactical team
will storm your vehicle!

Hands where I can see them.

Where's the cavalry?
In my hand. Now back up.

Well, I guess there
won't be much more from him,

now, will there?
That's the idea.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Atticus.

Atticus.

We don't have much time.

Hey.

Hey.

Your friend has a job.

It's an assassination.

Look at me.

He knows the FBI
is looking for him,

so it has to be
done quietly.

I'd like to fly.

Hey, hey. Hey.

Your friend,
who would he turn to,

to get a job done
as quietly as possible?

Atticus,
who would he turn to?

General...Shiro...

Ge... General...
(STAMMERING) Who's that?

I-I don't...
General Shiro?

Hey, where
can I find him?

Would you like to fly?

Oh.

I would.

I know who you are,
Mr. Morella.

I know you murdered
Kelly Carter

to prevent her
from telling a grand jury

that she saw
Digby Tamerlane

trying to hide the body
of a young girl he killed

in a hit-and-run.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I also know who you were,

Dr. Klepper.

I don't know that name.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Is that him?
(DOOR CLOSES)

LIZ: He says no.

But I think
this should change his mind.

Look familiar?

It should.
It's a picture of you

in Dr. Hans Koehler's
medical file,

complete with a list
of every time he chiseled you

or injected you,

shaved you down
or puffed you up.

I don't recognize
this person.

Well, Koehler
did a remarkable job

of changing
your appearance.

But we both know that
he can't change your DNA.

And that when we do take it,
it's gonna match up to his.

Isn't it, Doctor?

I like to make
calculations.

Like deciding who should live
and who should die?

That's one
calculation, yes.

Have you made it often?

Often enough.

And it's a surprisingly
easy one.

Others are considerably
more difficult.

Like why the FBI sent
only one agent and one...

I'm not sure what.
We know who you were

before Dr. Koehler
changed your identity.

What we want to know is
who Raymond Reddington was.

LIZ: According
to Koehler's records,

you and Reddington
were patients

at approximately
the same time.

And you think, what, we bonded
in post-op? Compared scars?

(CHUCKLES) The whole point
of going to Koehler

was to become anonymous.

I never saw him.
He never saw me.

(CELLPHONE VIBRATING)

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Whatcha got?
A guy at the RV park

gave us a description
of Klepper's vehicle.

Aram tracked it
to a parking lot

at 3rd and Sycamore.

How far away are you?

About 10 minutes out.

Lemme know what you find
when you get there.

What about Reddington?
Reddington?

Well, did you talk to him?

Oh. Yeah.
He didn't know anything.

For once we know
more than he does.

All right, I'll, uh, call you
when we find something.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

I have a gun.

In that cupboard.
On the top shelf.

About Reddington...

If you didn't see him,
who did?

A nurse.

She saw all the patients,
before and after.

She could tell you
who Reddington was.

What's her name?

Your colleagues
are on their way.

And for some reason,
you didn't tell them
you were already here.

What is her name?
I don't randomly decide

who's gonna live or die.

I do it based on
whose life has more value.

Take us, for example.

I'm gonna spend the rest
of my life in prison.

You could have a long
and productive career.

By any reasonable standard,
your life has more value,

which is why
you should get my gun.

We need a name.
And I'll give it to you

once I get you to understand
that you have to kill me.

What are you talking about?
I don't know why you want to
know who Reddington was,

but clearly you're willing to
risk a great deal to find out.

Your career, all the good and
productive things you'll do

that makes your life
more valuable than mine,

but it only has that value

if your colleagues
never find out you were here.

And the only way
that's gonna happen

is if I'm dead
when they arrive.

Like I said,
it's a surprisingly
easy calculation.

We're not gonna kill you.

Of course not.

You're gonna
kill yourself.

That's what you do.
You stage killings

and make them
look like accidents.

Or suicides.

My gun.

You don't have
much time.

Either I die here

or I spend my life
behind bars.

In some ways,
it's a mercy killing.

You're not
actually considering...

Wait in the car.

You can't do this.

KLEPPER:
The gun for the name.

If she wants the name,
she has no choice.

Go.

This isn't right.

Marguerite Renard.

Find her, you'll find out
who Reddington was.

It's the ethical thing
to do.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR THUDS SHUT)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

We should go.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(WORLD UNDONE PLAYS)

* You're waiting

* For tenderness to come...

* Crying for three days

* Now your eyes
are red and tired

* You can't sleep
for three days

* Now you're waiting
for tenderness to come

* You're waiting
for tenderness to come...

I heard about Klepper.

He must've heard
you were coming
and decided killing himself

was better
than a life in prison.
(SIGHS)

Is that
how you figure it?

Not exactly, no.

I, uh,
found Klepper's burner

in the RV.

That's the number forensics
pulled off it.

And this is the number
that you gave me.

So, the way I
"figure it,"

is that you gave us
a fake number

so that
we'd run in circles

while you ran
a trace on the real one

so that you could
get to Klepper first.

See, first-thought theater
was that you were doing it

for Reddington.
I mean, he's not around,

so you're carrying
his water for him.

But then I checked.

Since he's been in Missouri,
he hasn't been allowed

any calls in or out.

I can explain.
He doesn't know anything
about this case, does he?

This is your Blacklister,
not his.

(QUIETLY)
It's a good explanation.

I can't tell you now,
but I'll tell you some day.

For now,
I just need you to trust me.

Did you kill Klepper?

No.

But I did let him
kill himself.

Why?
Because he convinced me

the benefit
outweighed the cost.

The same way I'm trying
to convince you

not to tell Cooper
what I've done.

(SCOFFS) Because the benefit
outweighs the cost.

(SIGHS)

(VOICE BREAKING)
I think so.

That's a decision you're gonna
have to make for yourself.

(VOCALIZING)

(VOCALIZING)

* Now you're waiting
for tenderness to come *

Sir?

Autopsy's in on Klepper.

All indications are
it was a suicide.

We found evidence
in Klepper's RV

that'd he'd made these sort
of "ethical decisions" before.

He killed 14 others.
That we know of.

(SIGHS LIGHTLY)

You seem...disappointed.

Doesn't it bother you

that's there's always
an ulterior motive?

Some reason we
were given a case
that's never fully explained?

Not really, no.

The way I look at it is,
because of us,

a serial killer is dead.

No one will ever suffer
because of him again.

As far as I'm concerned,
the case is closed.

Unless there's something
I'm missing.

Is there?

No, sir.
It's case closed.

Marguerite Renard.

The nurse.
We've got to find her.

Before he found you,
could you have done it,

what you did in the RV?

LIZ:
She can't be hard to locate.

And when we find her, we find
out who Reddington really is.

Could you have done it?

I don't think so. No.

So he did this to you.

What difference does it make?
We're so close.

The difference that it makes
is that I'm worried

that he's gonna do it to me.

That won't happen.

It won't.

Okay.

Marguerite Renard.
What do we know about her?

Your friend, Mr. Rodrick.

He's why you're here?

Please tell me
you're going to be

administering
the Szondi test.

I'm absolutely fascinated
by repressed impulses.

There will be no more tests,
Mr. Reddington.

Our work is finished here.

That seems premature.

I saw
all I needed to see today

with your friend,
Mr. Rodrick.

You keep calling him
my friend.

He's not my friend.

Well, whoever he is,
he was intent on killing me.

I think he said
he was going to,
uh, "rip my tongue out."

But your reaction
was everything.

My reaction?

You came to my defense.

You saw that Mr. Rodrick
was intent on causing me harm,

and although
you don't know me,

you made the very
conscious decision
to stop him,

which, to my mind, is a...
is a wonderful demonstration

of your ability to distinguish
between right and wrong.

I'm not so sure of that.

Yeah, but you're not
the doctor.

Before I submit my decision,
I have one more question.

I'm an open book.

What exactly is it you want
from Mr. Rodrick?

JUDGE WILKINS:
I have reviewed the results
of the psychiatric evaluation

conducted
at the defendant's request,

and it is Dr. Gray's
professional opinion that,

while one with a criminal
history like Mr. Reddington

would likely
have to be insane,

it's clear his criminal
proclivities do not rise

to the level
of legal insanity.

It is the doctor's
professional opinion
that the defendant

does understand
the charges leveled
against him

and is, therefore,
fully mentally competent

to assist in his own defense.

Mr. Reddington,
you've been provided

with a copy
of Dr. Gray's findings.

Are you objecting
to her conclusions?

No, Your Honor.

I'm prepared to accept
the finding of competency.

Wonderful.
Then we're clear to proceed.

Mr. Sima?

Your Honor, of the indictments
that are before the court,

the prosecution
has elected to proceed

with the charge of treason

as our first case
against the defendant.
Very well.

We'll move to jury selection
immediately.
(GAVEL BANGS)

(DOOR CREAKING, THUDS SHUT)

(KEYS JINGLE, LOCK ENGAGES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(LOCK DISENGAGES)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(PLASTIC RIPS)

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

(LINE RINGING)

(CELLPHONE RINGS, BEEPS)

You got the phone.

Yes, thank you,
and not a moment too soon.

Why? What's wrong?

I spoke
with Atticus Rodrick.

Was he any help?

He gave me a name...

General Shiro.

I need you to find out
everything you can about him.

General Shiro?
Yes.

He's the next name
on the Blacklist.