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(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Mm.

Guys,
that is a packing job if I ever saw one.

- Bravo! I love that stuff.
- ♪ I woke up this morning

♪ Toes out of my shoes ♪

Um, yeah. No, not that. That's 10:00.

- ♪ Cold north wind ♪
- Was a-howling 10:00.

10:00, please, please.

- ♪ Bringing me the blues ♪
- Okay, good boys. Good.

Glenn, this is great,
but I just need these,

and I need them moved
to the truck. Good.

♪ I said, "Blues, good morning" ♪

Yeah, what's shaking, boys?
Keep it going!

- ♪ Excuse me ♪
- While I have a smoke

Thank you. Thank you. Good job.

- Come on. (CHUCKLES)
- ♪ If I can't find a light ♪

Okay, let's get these crates sealed.

Last truck is rolling in 20!

Chop, chop!

Patented plants.

What a concept.

What's next, Bobby? Copyrighting clouds?

I'm sure you'd find a way
to turn a profit on those, too.

You bet your ass I would. (CHUCKLES)

♪ Tomorrow's gonna be A better day ♪

MAN: Right, put that on the line.

(LOUD THUDDING)

- What the hell?
- MAN: Oh!

♪ Open up the door ♪

- ♪ And let the good times in ♪
- OFFICER 1: FBI! Get on the ground!

- OFFICER 2: Freeze!
- OFFICER 1: Get on the ground!

♪ Tomorrow's gonna be better ♪

- ♪ Than today ♪
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Raymond. We got trouble.

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You know, Raymond, I am not surprised

you didn't anticipate the raid.

You have been distracted.

Looking for the person responsible

for Elizabeth's death
is hardly a distraction.

No. It's a waste of time.

Not if I find them.

Even if there was someone,
which I doubt,

finding them will not
bring Elizabeth back.

- (WATER RUNS)
- It only delays you healing,

or, apparently, house hunting.

Heddie may be just another cog

in the machine of my organization,

but she's a fragile
and unpredictable cog,

and she won't last long behind bars.

You need to get her out.

I'll do my best, mon capitaine.

Though perhaps you might have more luck

talking to your task force pals.

What else are FBI friends for?

Investigating the Seer.

You mean on the blacklist?

Yes.

It's brilliant.

COOPER: Absolutely not.

Come on, Harold.

Hedwig Hawkins was caught with over

a million dollars' worth
of pirated soybean seeds.

Pirated? Heddie was just
selling seeds to farmers at a price.

If my associate is guilty of anything,

it's simply trying to ease
the economic strain

on the hardworking men and women

who put the tofu in your turkey,

the cotton in your shirt,
the beans in your coffee.

Everything it means to be human.

But our immunity agreement is with you,

not with your employees.

If she talks, it will be damaging.

How much is hard to tell,

but it would certainly
have repercussions for me

and for this task force.

We have a deal with you.

The rest of the Justice
Department doesn't.

I can't just pick up the phone
and get her out of custody.

I can only hope that
reciprocal generosity

is a concept that one day
will have meaning for you.

Until that day,
have you ever heard of Arcane Wireless?

Sounds like a phone company.

With a black-market operating system

that cannot be tapped
or traced by law enforcement.

A couple of thousand beta phones

have been sold to date,

but word is the company
is about to go wide.

That's cause for alarm.

One of the FBI's most powerful tools,

other than me,
is the federal wiretap warrant.

Last year, those warrants resulted

in nearly 7,000 arrests.

Imagine all of those criminals,

all of that evidence,
well outside of your reach.

That's what will happen if
you don't stop Arcane Wireless.

Juan Miguel Rojas,
enforcer for the Castillo Cartel.

This image was captured
from a bank in El Paso

minutes after he murdered
an informer's family.

Richard Slade,

military-grade weapons trafficker.

Clients range from
Boogaloo Boys to the Taliban.

And Clyde MacFarlane leads
the Mount Porte Motorcycle Club.

Though they started out

and are still based in West Virginia,

they now handle a large portion
of the methamphetamine trade

from the Great Lakes all the
way down to the Gulf Coast.

Yeah, but it's nothing new
that criminals use cellphones.

Arcane Wireless isn't a public company.

It's underground, invite-only,

and those invites
go to the worst of the worst.

The service is like an
electronic cone of silence.

It's working.

Arcane's clients
have been avoiding arrest

ever since they started
using the phones.

And Reddington says these
phones are about to flood the market?

He does. Which means we're on a clock.

And all we have to go on

is the moniker of the man in charge.

According to Reddington,
he's known as The Seer.

- You're the Seer?
- Where's your boss?

You want his business?
You play by his rules.

RESSLER: If these phones are
interfering with active investigations,

maybe the Bureau has open case files.

ARAM: I can reach out to a contact

over at Information Security who'd know.

- Who is it?
- FJ Powell.

He, uh... He actually was my mentor

who taught me everything I know,

including that I could
never be as good as him.

This should be fun.

(KEYS CLACK)

(BUZZER RINGS)

GUARD: Step through.

(BEEPING)

- (HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)
- Ah! Geez.

You trying to make me lose
what little hearing I have left?

(HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING)

Can I see my client now,

or you want to do a full
cavity search, too?

Ah.

Marvin, thank Christ.

Heddie. Hi.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FEEDBACK)

Heddie?

Raymond?

First of all, how are you?

Were you hurt in the raid?

No, I'm... I'm fine.

But where'd those fed
bastards come from anyway?

You let me worry about that.

Until we sort this out,

you just luxuriate in
your right to remain silent.

Of course. Anything for you.

So, how long before I'm sprung?

I need to warn you that this
is bigger than a few soybeans.

They are planning on
throwing the whole book at you.

Racketeering, conspiracy,

aiding and abetting a fugitive, like...

Yeah, but you say that like it matters.

We have a 52-card deck
of aces up our sleeve.

Right, Ray Ray?

No. Not this time.

Wait. No?

But I... I have macaws.

Macaws?

Not to worry. I've got a very
sweet guy to watch your birds.

For how long? They can live to be 60,

and Mango needs the ointment
for her beak disease

and Princess is more demanding

than an opera singer with
allergies on opening night.

I... I need to be there for them.

Heddie, just relax. Take a breath.

Marvin smuggled an earwig

into a federal facility

so that you could hear my voice

telling you we will take care of this.

You have nothing

to worry about.

So sit tight and stay strong.

Okay.

I'm okay.

I trust my associates

- treated you respectfully.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

In my line of work, one has to take

certain security precautions.

(CHUCKLES)

What? That's funny?

What's funny is that
you think blindfolds

and driving around in
circles equals security.

Your phone.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Ah.

Location services are off.

You'd think that would be sufficient,

but people just can't resist

using their phones for things like...

- (CELLPHONE BEEPS)
- Aha!

Jalapeno poppers on Grubhub.

Thanks to your late-night cravings,

every 30 seconds,
his phone is sending out a ping

to see if he's in
a Grubhub service area.

Any law enforcement officer with cause

can walk right through
that door right now.

Grub what you love.

(CELLPHONE CLATTERS)

That's one liability down.

I can get rid of all of them
and replace them with phones

that can't be hacked or tracked.

I want to see them in action.

I'll schedule a demonstration.

Bring any expert you like.

I've never had an unhappy client.

Minor players, no doubt.

I do business on four continents.

You traffic on four continents.

Women, children.

You're a troubled person
who does terrible things,

and one day, you'll be caught.

Unless... You're invisible.

If your product is as good as you say,

I'll be buying thousands.

Four continents?

Odin, I'm about to give you
the whole damn planet.

What?

Hello. I, um...

I was, uh, going...
Well, the... Uh, your door...

Still a fumferer.

- Uh, what?
- I hate fumfering.

Yet you cause so much of it. (CHUCKLES)

Sir. Agent Powell.

Um, hello, FJ.

You had promise.

- Why did you waste it?
- I didn't know I had.

The private sector. Tech.
I thought you'd be in it by now.

Oh. Yeah. Tech.
Uh, I tried that. Didn't take.

Um, but now I am on a federal task force

looking into Arcane Wireless.

Have you heard of it?

Well, if I had, why should
I tell you about it?

Well, actually, because, uh,
after a few conversations

between my boss and
your boss's-boss's boss,

uh, you've... Uh, you've
been ordered to.

You outrank me, don't you?

Oh, only if you mean,
you know, hierarchically,

but in any kind of meta way,
you are this, like, alpha beast,

and I am...

...not.

Law enforcement has run
into a handful of these

over the past year.

Yesterday, highway patrol
in West Virginia

stumbled onto a biker
running drug money.

He had this, fresh off
the factory floor.

- It's been bricked.
- This network is not connected

to anything we've ever seen before.

It's totally impenetrable.

Even when we get our hands on a phone,

they're able to wipe
all the data remotely.

I'm gonna call this in.

My task force is gonna want
to interview the, uh, biker.

In the meantime, do you,
uh, mind if I, uh, stay here

and take this phone apart?

(CHUCKLES)

I'll get back to you on that.

As soon as I check
with my boss's-boss's boss.

Technically, it's that boss's boss,

if you want to be hierarchical about it.

Which, um, I don't, but if you did,
then that boss's boss.

How was my client supposed to know

that she was buying the asexual
clones of a protected legume?

I mean,
it's not like the beans were stamped

with a copyright logo.

And I happen to know that
seed patents are hell to prosecute.

First, you got to prove disclosure,

then you got to test the specimens,

then define the content.

I mean, who needs it?

I'll tell you what we can do.

In exchange for reduced charges,

my client will testify
against the company

that sold her that spurious product.

Are you done?

REDDINGTON: Tell him you can keep going,

all day, all night,
all year, for eternity.

That's it for this angle, yeah,
but I got plenty of others,

and I'm gonna keep going
until we make a deal.

The state only has one deal to offer.

Oop. Here it comes.

Immediate release.

A new name, a new life, a fresh start.

In exchange for?

Everything she knows
about Raymond Reddington

and his activities.

Full cooperation.

We want names, we want dates,

we want every possible detail.

Okay. Done.

- Done?
- Done.

REDDINGTON: Marvin, really?
You're saying she'll flip on Reddington?

Of course not.

Look, we can protect you
against your employer.

What we can't protect you against

is his rather colorful lawyer.

Mr. Gerard may say
he's representing you,

but we both know he's here to look out

for his real client.

And that's the Raymond person?

Who's that again? I'm...

(CHUCKLES) That's my girl.

20 years, Miss Hawkins. Minimum.

20 years in a federal prison
rubbing elbows with killers.

That's what you're looking at, minimum.

Is that really how you want to grow old?

Well, what about that guy

from the prison film
with Burt Lancaster?

The one with the birds?

Do they let you keep birds?

Macaws, specifically? I... I have two.

ARAM: Okay, so whoever
developed this is a genius.

Not that I'm a genius,
but I found the log directory,

and it looks like it
recorded a time stamp

every time a call was connected,

but what's weird is,
it seems like every time that happened,

the phone sent an outgoing
data packet to a server farm.

Do you have a final destination?

Uh, no.

In other words, you might
have found something,

if we can trace the server.

And if we can,
if the server pings us back.

And if it does, whether it pings us

where the messages have been sent.

Okay, but, uh, imagine
how great it'll be

if all those ifs all happen.

I'll start running a trace.

- What's that?
- Greylock?

It's a tech company
with security platforms.

No, yeah, that, uh, I know.

Why are you looking at it?

That's none of your business.

No, of course it's not.

Normally, it... It... It wouldn't be.

I know that it... (SIGHS)

Spit it out or swallow it,

but for God's sake, stop fumfering.

It's my company.

- Yours?
- Yeah. It is.

Or it... It was.

It... It's not now, but... (SIGHS)

I created it.

You're the CTO who left.

How do you know that?

Because I'm applying to be the CTO.

You're applying for my job?

Yes. The job you left.

Before you were vested.

I was vested.

I chose to make a clean break.

What makes you think that I wa...

Are they offering you ownership shares?

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Oh, looks like the trace is a dead end.

Proxies all the way down.

They haven't offered me anything yet.

I'm in the application stage.

But the offer includes ownership shares.

Shares that I gave up.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

We should keep looking
in the directories...

See what other information we can find.

(KEYS CLACKING)

RESSLER: The Mount Porte
Motorcycle Club, huh?

It looks like you got
pulled over in West Virginia

driving a truck carrying $2
million worth of drug money,

all because of a broken tail light.

I got nothing to say about money.

Well, we don't care about the money.

We're here about your phone.

Oh, my phone?

What, you brought me
here to offer me an upgrade?

Clyde MacFarlane.
The president of your club.

The phone he's using...

It's the same model you
had when you were arrested.

Where did you get it?

I dunno.

Walmart?

Look, we need a name.

Or we put out the word
that you're a snitch

and that the $2 million
wasn't confiscated

after an arrest,

but actually handed over
as part of our arrangement.

We don't have an arrangement.

We will if you don't cooperate.

- Riggs.
- Riggs who?

I don't know his first name.
He's part of the club.

He ran the whole thing.

Gave us all new phones,
made us toss our old ones.

Where do we find Riggs?

He's always in the same place.

Far end of the bar at
Kelly's in Randolph County.

I'll get you another one, Riggs.

- Thank you, sugar.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

That smells good.

I'll have a plate of what he's having.

♪ Course there's No lights on ♪

And take your time coming back with it.

♪ To show me the way ♪

What are you doin'?

Well, one of your boys
was just arrested,

carrying one of my phones.

So? They're untraceable.

Thought that was the big sell.

They are. I'm not.

♪ But the captain
Drank himself into his grave ♪

Arcane is about to go wide.

I can't have the FBI sniffing around.

Not now.

Your head ain't right if you
think I'd tell a Fed the time of day.

Unfortunately for you,

I'm not willing to take that chance.

♪ Did you sweep me Off
the floor Or out the door... ♪

On second thought,
I should've asked for this plate to-go.

♪ Under the pale Moon spotlight ♪

♪ Did we see each... ♪

Excuse me.

Agents Ressler and Zuma, FBI.

We're looking for a man named Riggs.

You and me both.

One minute, he's ordering his usual,

and the next, he has taken off
without even saying goodbye.

And now that I see the two of you,
I know I was right.

How did she seem in person?

She's trying to act tough,
but it's not a performance

that's gonna win any Tonys, you know?

Heddie's got a big heart,
and it's in the right place,

but if they send her upstate

to eat franks and beans
with the tough gals,

it's anyone's guess
how she's gonna react.

Well, in that case,
we got a serious problem,

'cause on my way out,

I got wind that
the U.S. Attorney's office

has petitioned the court to
find Heddie alternate counsel.

- Why? She has you.
- Yeah, you also have me.

You pay me, and they know that.

Despite my protestations otherwise.

They're, uh... They're citing
conflict of interest.

They're cutting in to talk to
her in private, lean on her.

They lean on her hard enough,

that woman will fall faster
than a lawn chair.

Heddie might surprise us.

She does exhibit a certain
can-do attitude.

Raymond, she knows
enough to make it hurt.

If she rolls on you to that lawyer,

they will whisk her straight into hiding

in Never Never Land,
and the next time you see her,

she will be sitting in a witness box

testifying against you
in a federal court.

Who do we know in the Eastern District?

Judge Smathers.

Get Heddie's case transferred
to his docket right away.

Line some pockets. Get it done.

- Who's this?
- This is Itzhak.

15 years in digital
analysis for the Mossad.

He's here for your demonstration.

I won't be placing an
order without his sign-off.

I am told that you make a
phone that is untraceable.

A skeptic. Good.

(KEYS CLACKING)

(DIALING)

DISPATCHER: 911, what's your emergency?

It's not my emergency
you should worry about.

Do you know what atrocities
we're committing abroad

right now, originating
from this very city?

Bet you don't. You don't care.
You're asleep.

But I'm about to wake everyone up.

Sir, can I have your name?

- I've planted an IED in the Metro.
- What are you doing?

There are 40 stations
in the District alone.

You won't have time to
find it before it goes off

with enough force
to take out an entire block

and who knows how many
so-called innocents.

Sir, you sound upset.
Can we send someone to your location?

- Are you there? Sir?
- The instant I cried bomb,

she pressed a button
alerting her superior.

- Can I have your location
- As we speak...

- ...to speak with you?
- ...they're attempting to triangulate

my location using cell towers.

Itzhak, if you would be so kind

as to set a 60-minute timer.

If their trace is successful,
within the hour,

agents will break down
that door and arrest us all.

None of which is going to happen,

because I called on one of my phones.

- And if you're wrong?
- But I'm not wrong.

Which is why I brought a deck of cards.

We've got about an hour to kill.

What's your game...
Hold 'em, hearts, gin?

You just called in a bomb threat

and you want to play a game of cards?

I guess that means
I'm playing solitaire.

PARK: You stole the phone.

No, I took it without permission.

From your mentor.

He stole my job. I stole his phone.

He didn't steal your job.

He's applying for the job you quit.

Okay, do you know
how much Greylock raised

in Series A financing?

$19 million.

Do you know what my share
of that would have been?

$4.75 million.

Which is why you stole the phone.

Okay, first, no, it's not his phone.

And second, yes,
that is exactly why I stole it.

Your mentor wants the job you left.

That should be rewarding.

You know what would be rewarding?

$4.75 million.

There's nobility in poverty.

We know who The Seer is.

We got a link to
surveillance footage of Kelly's.

A dive bar gave you access
to their security cameras?

No, but the Wellness Center
across the street did.

DEMBE: That's why Riggs
wasn't at the bar.

The Seer got to him first.

Our Seer is William Meyers, 46.

A fallen software engineer
convicted of bilking

the tech company he founded
out of $2 million.

On his release, he hooked up

with the Lyon Crime Syndicate.

I guess he was looking for cash,

and old Alonso Lyon wanted his
communication systems updated.

So, someone from
the Lyon Crime Syndicate

took out someone loyal
to the Mount Porte Club.

That's not gonna end well.

I tried pulling a BOLO.

Seems the Bureau issued
one on Meyers three years ago.

Turns out he's almost
as elusive as Reddington.

Then it's a good thing
we're working with Raymond.

He's done business with Lyon.

Maybe he can broker a meeting.

Call him.

Morning.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Who are you?

My name is Kamina Gilford.
I'm a defense attorney.

Oh, I already have one of those.

The court has appointed
me to meet with you

because an allegation has been
made that you're represented

by Raymond Reddington's attorney.

The court's intent is to assure

that any decisions you
make are your decisions

and not influenced by a lawyer
who also represents your boss.

A crime boss.

That's a lot of words.

Words have power.

Your words have the power
to save you, Heddie.

- You want me to snitch.
- Can you honestly tell me

that you want to spend 20
years in prison, if you're lucky,

to protect a man who
kills without conscience?

The evidence against you is airtight,

and I can say as a trial lawyer

that if I had to defend you
on these facts, I'd lose.

- Does Marvin know you're here?
- No.

And if you accept the state's
offer of Witness Protection,

he won't be advised this is happening

until you are safely
in protective custody.

Your birds, too.

U.S. Marshals are standing by right now.

Let's be clear, Heddie.

This is your one
opportunity not to die in jail.

The U.S.
Attorney has extended this offer to you,

and it's only open for one hour.

You need to decide now.

(CELLPHONE BEEPING)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

MAN: We're getting
some more information now

on a bomb threat that has
prompted evacuations...

...of several office buildings downtown.

There's something inexplicably rewarding

about winning at solitaire.

You're not beating anyone

and yet it's really quite satisfying.

How about you? Are you satisfied yet?

- I'm intrigued.
- Only intrigued?

You just witnessed
an incredible demonstration.

ITZHAK: It's one thing
to be untraceable.

It's a whole other thing
to be intercepted,

hacked, and decrypted.

Itzhak pioneered hacking
techniques for the Mossad

that would make your head spin.

I'll be calling from 771-555-0136.

The operating system on both
phones is chainOS Secure.

What else do you need?

Serial numbers? Storage capacity?

You couldn't be closer to it
than you are right now.

You know, I'm always looking for talent.

I might have a place for you,

if you can penetrate this call.

Hmm.

This is unusual.

The encryption?

No. I... I can't even get that far.

The phone is plugged
directly into my system,

and I can't even register
a call in progress.

I...

I've never seen anything like this.

Satisfied now?

With my technology in your pocket,

you'll dominate the global
market in trafficking.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You've made a believer of me.

I'll buy every phone you have.

Smart man.

Now no one in law
enforcement can touch you.

(DOOR OPENS)

Ah, Alonso.

Thank you for coming
on such short notice.

It better be important, Red.

You just pulled me from my
daughter's dressage competition.

I wanted to know what $30,000
in horse lessons bought me.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- I'll explain everything presently.

Where's Reddington?

(LAUGHS) Here's our other guest now.

Alonso Lyon,
may I introduce you to Clyde MacFarlane,

President of the Mount
Porte Motorcycle Club.

You got some nerve to summon me,
I don't care who you are.

Why the hell am I here?

Oh, I'd like to know that as well.

You know what I love?
A good documentary.

Would you look at that!

One of your men being taken by your men.

Son of a bitch. You took out Riggs?

Didn't take out anybody.
How do you even know he's dead?

He got walked out of his
local bar by a couple of creeps.

His ex-wife's hysterical

'cause he missed his
son's first hockey game.

And he's never missed a single day

dropping by the
clubhouse in three years.

Except yesterday and today.

Now, tell me he's not gonna
show up in a ditch somewhere.

Well, whatever happened to
him didn't happen on my orders.

Well, I believe that's The Seer.

The Seer is in your employ.

The Seer? Is that the phone guy?

Yeah, he worked with me, yeah.

And I let him branch out on his own

for a nice piece of the action.

Providing a valuable service...

Apparently to both of you.

The question is,

is it valuable enough
to turn the other cheek?

- Not to me.
- I got nothing to do with this.

And yet there's your former
tech guru in living color.

Rumor has it he
redesigned your syndicate's

entire security system,
communications, surveillance.

Transported you into the 21st century.

Why are you doing this,
stirring up trouble?

My goal is the opposite.
Conflict mediation.

Gang wars are bad
for all of our businesses.

Please, let's sort this out.

There's nothing to sort.

Except which of his
people I kill to make us even.

An eye for an eye leaves
the whole world blind.

Riggs was a full member.
That means something.

Someone's got to pay.

An understandable sentiment.

From my vantage point,
The Seer caused the problem.

Perhaps he's the solution?

I am not gonna sign off
on the death of a friend.

I've had to part company
with people myself.

I'm sure we all have.

Peace and prosperity for all

is sometimes more important
than one particular person.

Alonso?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

All right, let me hear it from him,

and then I'll do what needs to be done.

You'll just hide him.

I don't want him disappeared.

I want him dead.

When the time comes,
I'll handle the job.

Does that work for both of you?

All right.

ARAM: Well, the hardware
told us nothing.

Did you check his trace?

Why?

For the same reason you stole the phone.

And don't say it was out of spite

because he's applying for your old job.

It was out of spite because
he's applying for my old job.

It was also so you
could check on his work,

because deep down,
you know you're every bit as good as FJ,

if not better, because you know
he might have missed something

- that you might catch.
- The trace was a non-starter.

Too many dummy servers
to identify the end location.

So he says.

I will run the trace again,
but it won't lead anywhere.

And while you're at it, call Nick

and recommend FJ for the job.

It's the nice thing to do,
and you're a nice guy.

I suppose you think that is a compliment

and that it is not FJ's
fault that I took

a vow of poverty

and that if anyone else
deserves the job, he does.

That's exactly what I think,
and despite how you feel,

I know it's what you think, too.

You're right.

PARK: Then you'll make the call?

ARAM: Uh, no. Absolutely not.

You're not right about how I feel.

In fact, no,
you're absolutely wrong about that.

What you're right about
is my running the trace.

Checking his work. Look.

Data packets are being sent
directly to an end server.

FJ Powell is the father
of modern forensic infosec.

He could've found this in his sleep.

Then why didn't he?

That's the thing. I think he did.

(DOOR OPENS)

Ah. Ms. Gilford.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I've been waiting with bated breath.

What tune did our songbird sing?

A song of silence.

- Ah.
- MARVIN: Really?

I've never seen anything like it.
20 years in hell,

and she's willing to
serve them all for you.

The loyalty you inspire in your people,
or is it fear?

That's entirely case dependent.

In Heddie's case, it's loyalty.

The woman has the heart
of a Basset Hound.

I'm just glad she passed the test.

And what if she failed?

You never told me what
the contingency plan was.

No need for unpleasant "what ifs" today.

The fact is, Heddie stands tall.

Thank you for your time, Ms. Gilford.

Give my regards to Judge Smathers,

and I hope your new
bungalow on Saint Maarten

is everything you've always dreamed of.

Best afternoon's work I've ever done.

I would agree.

The gentleman who brought you here

is waiting to take you
wherever you'd like.

Thank you.

Heddie has a rough road ahead.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- I'll make some calls.

See that she gets the best
bunk in the whole place.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Limitless commissary account.

That won't be necessary, Marvin.

I'd say Heddie's earned her freedom,
wouldn't you?

I mean, I know you're good, but the, uh,

woman's in a federal holding cell.

What, are you planning
on staging a breakout?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Hello, Alonso.

You killed a full member of the
Mount Porte Motorcycle Club?

What were you thinking?

The FBI was on its way
to question him about Arcane.

- You should have come to me.
- I don't work for you.

Only because I allowed you to go.

You operate under my protection.

Don't forget.

I introduced you to many
of your clients.

Nobody even knew who
you were two years ago.

I think sharing half my profits with you

expresses the appropriate

amount of appreciation.

Profits that might have disappeared

if the FBI had gotten to Riggs.

You crossed a line,

and I'm staring down a war
with a dangerous enemy.

We need to fix this.

When and where can we meet to discuss?

I'm on my way to close a deal
with a new client.

Rock Creek Park in 45 minutes.

We can talk after.

I'll be there.

- (CELLPHONE BEEPS)
- ALONSO: Make it as quick as possible.

Don't let him suffer.

He won't feel a thing.

(DIALING)

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

Cooper.

Harold, I have a time and place.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS, CLICKS SHUT)

(KEYS CLACKING)

What am I missing?

Manners.

You always said it wasn't
enough to see only the code.

To be great,
you need to see the big picture.

Well, I cannot see it,
or I don't want to,

because the only big picture
I see is that you're a traitor.

A convenient accusation,
as even uttering it

might prevent me from
getting your old job.

That has nothing to do with this.

But you don't want me to get it, do you?

What I want is for you to tell me,

why didn't you run the trace?

Is that what you want,
or is that an order?

Both. And if you don't believe me,

why don't you call the boss?

I don't need to call the boss.

I know exactly what she would say.

So do I. That I should arrest you.

Actually, she would curse
your infernal meddling

and then grant me permission
to read you into the situation

hoping to prevent you from
causing any lasting damage.

The only thing I'm trying to
damage is the Arcane network.

And by doing that,
you damage the country.

You think I'm a traitor.

But if you saw the big picture,

you'd see that I'm a patriot.

Yes, I've been protecting
the Arcane Network.

Because...

I created it.

We got eyes on the target.
Perimeter secure.

Stand by.
Let's see who he's meeting first.

Who's the unsub?

Odin Interdonato.

Head of a human trafficking operation.

The largest trafficking
operation in the country.

He's destroyed literally
thousands of lives and families.

And if he starts using The Seer's phone,

his operation goes invisible.

If we move in now,
we can take them both down.

You're all clear. Do it.

Go.

Sir! Sir, you have to shut it down!

- It's the FBI!
- What's the FBI?

The Seer, Arcane Wireless.
It's all an op.

The Seer, he's a deep cover agent.

He's one of us.

Agent Ressler, Agent Zuma, pull back.

RESSLER: Negative. Target is engaging.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GUNFIRE)

- Hands!
- Don't move!

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You have no idea what you just did.

You know what? Save it for the judge.

We had one chance. One.
And you ruined it.

MAN: Don't even think about it!

Moving out!

Right there, right there.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(RADIO CHATTER)

Interdonato is dead.

(RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)

You had no authority
to move in on my operation.

You were making a deal
with a human trafficker.

You think I was making a deal?
Give me one of my phones.

See if I can spell this out
for the nosebleed seats.

Criminals make a call.
Totally encrypted.

Not identifiable
by any traditional method

of forensic wiretapping.

- It was keeping arrests down.
- For now.

Short-term concession
for long-term gain.

What our clients didn't know

is that every one

of their conversations was recorded

and sent back to our server farm.

I wasn't aiding Odin Interdonato.

I was bugging him.

I convinced him to use
our phones, exclusively,

to run his operations.

Thousands of criminals,
all around the world.

Do you know how
much work went into this?

Millions of dollars in R&D.

I spent years developing
my criminal bonafides,

and you rush in like
John Wayne's Cavalry

after two days of recon
and shoot up the place.

What about Riggs?

You killed him to protect your cover.

Killed? No.

FJ heard you were nosing
around Mount Porte,

so I arrested Riggs
before he could get to him.

He's in a safe house in Cleveland.

We were done with them anyway...

We'd gotten the intel
on their big shipment,

so we busted out
the lights on their truck

to give Highway Patrol
a reason to pull him over.

DEA was taking it over from there.

Why didn't someone in the
Bureau notify us to stand down?

We would have, if FJ
could have determined

who Agent Mojtabai worked for.

But apparently, that's an
incredibly well-kept secret.

I am sorry.

For what?

Saying you're sorry is meaningless

unless you say what you're sorry for.

It's a pretty long list.

I'm sorry for messing up the op.

The phones you created,
they are incredible.

I honestly don't know

how you did it.

They could have been used
for so much good.

I'm, uh, sorry that we messed that up.

You should be sorry about that.

Anything else?

Sorry I thought you were a traitor?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, that's two things.

What else?

Resenting you for wanting

to take my old job.

- And?
- And?

There's more? I don't know.

Um, my very existence?

(CHUCKLES)

You don't owe me another apology.

But you do owe one to yourself.

You are a smart young
man with a bright future.

What I created at the Arcane Network

is no more impressive than
what you created at Greylock.

I've been asked to join
dozens of start-ups,

each more pedestrian than the next,

but what you created here, it's...
It's inspired.

Which makes me think
that what you're doing here

is also inspired,

or you wouldn't be here and not there.

So...

Forgive yourself for the
choices that you've made.

As far as I can tell, my friend...

They're the right ones.

THE SEER: I'm telling you,
the sky was the limit.

Odin was our latest prize,

but we had our eyes fixed
on an even bigger fish.

Number one on the Most Wanted List.

Raymond Reddington.

You were targeting him.

We slipped a few of
our phones into his ranks.

Taking him down was one
of the main priorities

of the wide release.

Now we will never know what
we could've accomplished.

COOPER: This was all about
protecting you and your organization!

I guess you've spoken with The Seer.

Yeah, and it became abundantly clear

that this was about saving your ass.

We're each looking out
for our own interests,

operating according
to our own principles.

When those interests align, so be it.

Today, they didn't.

That task force was conducting

a years-long surveillance operation.

And look how well it worked out.

Odin Interdonato is dead,
and ongoing intel gathered

by whatever is left
of the Arcane Network

will lead to the arrests of Alonso Lyon

and Clyde MacFarlane
and who knows how many more?

A convenient vacuum I'm sure
you will have no trouble filling.

Not interested.

I've got other fish to fry.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hey!

I do not appreciate you
making an end-run

around my representation.

Excuse us.

People have the right to an attorney,
not a mouthpiece.

- I tried to get her one.
- Oh, yeah.

An attorney who will get Heddie
to do what you want her to do.

It doesn't really matter,
does it, Mr. Gerard?

Reddington got his way, thanks to you.

You're a disgrace to your profession.

Am I? And how do you figure that?

In case you haven't heard,
Miss Hawkins chose

to turn down the deal.

For the next 20 years,

every time you see your boss's face,

I hope you think about that misguided,

manipulated woman rotting in prison.

Yeah, uh, no, that is, uh...
That is not gonna happen.

What, you're not gonna think of her?

No, she's not going to prison.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

What do you know about the Arcane

Wireless Network?

Nothing?

Well, tell your superiors
all it will take

are a few well-placed phone calls

to spread the word

to every drug runner,
gangster, and con man

who are still in possession
of an Arcane phone

that they are bugged

by the very same people

that they are supposed

to be kept invisible to.

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

But I do know this is not a negotiation.

No, no, no. It isn't.

Not between the two of us, anyway.

But the next time you hear about this,

it'll come from someone high up.

And when that happens,
let me tell you something...

The only way that you are
going to stop a mountain

of failed hopes and dreams

from coming tumbling down on you

is gonna be when you set my client free.

Got that?

Hey, uh, Chloe.

Yeah, yeah, I heard.

$19 million. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, no, that's great.
That's great news.

Come to the celebration?
No. Uh, I don't know.

Um...

In Tahiti.

On a private jet. Oh.

No, I'm... I'm good.

Yeah, no, I'm... I'm positive.

Listen, um, is, uh...
Is Nick still around?

No. No, that's okay. Just, um...

Just tell him I sent over a resume, uh,

for someone to take my old job.

Yeah, he's gonna want to hire this guy.

He's awesome.

HEDDIE: My hero!

(CHUCKLING) Heddie. Come in, my dear.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, thank you.

- Oh, no, thank you.
- Oh!

Please, have a seat.

Thank you for getting me out.

I...

(SIGHS)

I am so sorry.

It was the phones, Heddie, not you.

Oh.

So, how do you know

that they won't be
a problem going forward?

It's been taken care of.

You should know that I was
approached by a lawyer.

The bloodsucker wanted me
to turn on you.

Yes, I know.

Ms. Gilford is my bloodsucker,

along with the judge who
assigned her to your case.

So, wait, you sent her in
to see if I was loyal to you?

Kind of like a test?

A pass or die test?

I'm sorry, Heddie.

Tests have always made my nerves wacky.

They're the reason I
dropped out of high school.

I barely passed the GEDs.

Oh, and the CPA... I spent
more time in the bathroom

- than I did on the worksheets.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

If I had known that you
were giving me a test,

I... I probably would have
flunked, but instead...

You passed with flying colors.

I'd offer you an alcoholic
beverage to celebrate,

but I seem to recall
you have a taste for...

Yerba mate.

I didn't show you the ritual
when you were last here, did I?

No.

It's one meant to be
shared with friends.

- A gourd.
- (CHUCKLES)

The leaves.

♪ Step back From the line of fire ♪