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Okay.

Ohh...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Hello?

Detective?
It's Judge Dockery.
Do you have a minute?

I just pulled into
my driveway.
It's been a day.

- What's up?
- I need to talk to you
in person right away.

- It's about a case.
- Which case?

Just come to my house.
I'll explain when you get here.

Please hurry.
I'm scared.

Judge Dockery?

Front door was open!

Is every--

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Alice?

Can I give you this?

Yeah.

There you go.
There you go.

Heya, Herbie!

Ah.
This is for later.

Thought you were
getting in later.

I caught the earlier
Northeast Regional.

Oh, w-why would you
take the Regional?

So much
needless stopping.

There's no such thing
as a needless stop, Herbie.

Time is the ultimate luxury,

a thing to be savored,

not hoarded, nor compressed,
nor controlled,

as if any of us can control
time in the first place.

Anyway, I'm sure
you didn't invite me down here

to debate the merits
of public transportation...

or to watch you housekeep.

No, yeah, no.
Of course.

Man, I-I-I will never
get used to

the crushing volume of stuff
required for someone so small.

And why does all of it
have to make noise?
You know what I mean?

Like, I am surrounded by pink,
plastic torture devices.

It can be that way
with dogs, too.

I know a miniature Dachshund, Larry.

That little guy's
got tons of stuff.

Oh, uh, Holly made sure
you had clean sheets

on the spare bed and
extra towels in the bathroom.

Ah, don't worry about me.
Where is Holly, by the way?

I was hoping
to catch her band.

What are they called again?
The Vegan-somethings.

The, uh-- Uh, no, the, uh--
No. Meat Vegans!

- The Vitameatavegemins.
- Ah.

Yeah.
Post-punk klezmer.

She's got a gig
in Charlotte tonight.

You married
the Jewish Debbie Harry.

Oh, well, maybe Debbie Harry
is the Jewish Debbie Harry.

I wouldn't know.
But good for you, Herbie.

Now, tell me
why I'm here.

Need your advice, Red.

I'm not sure if you know
about the murder

of Judge Alice Dockery
a few weeks back.

She was killed
shortly after
presiding over the trial

of the infamous mob boss
Paul Bruno,

now spending his golden years
in federal prison.

Bruno's son, Paul Jr.,
was charged
with the judge's murder.

His defense lawyer
wants me to consult
on the forensics of the case.

Retribution is their theory.

From what I know
of Paul Sr.,

retribution is a dish
he generally serves cold.

This crime is...
decidedly hot.

He has nothing to gain
by tasking his only son
with a revenge killing.

Yeah, I mean, I agree.

But the thing is,
everybody in law enforcement

sees this
as an open-and-shut case.

They're hungry to take down
the whole Bruno family,
and this is their ticket.

But if I accept this job
and go against the tide,

defying the entire NYPD
and defending the Brunos,

I'm-- I'm just not sure
I have it in me to be

the lone David going up against
that particular Goliath again.

Maybe you won't have to.
Give me a second.

Yeah.

So you're in town?

A quick in-and-out, Harold.
Just visiting a friend.

Does that friend have
anything to do with our
Wujing predicament?

Because I've been
thinking we should--

I've got Wujing covered
for now, Harold.

This has to do
with something else.

The Judge Dockery murder
in New York?

I know the one.

Bruno's son took her out
after she sentenced
his father to life.

From what I hear,
they've got him dead to rights.

In my experience, things
that are that obvious

are often obvious
for a reason.

Are you saying the NYPD
got it wrong?

Y-You remember
Herbie Hambright,
my associate,

the forensics whiz
who came to your aid before?

He's been approached
by Bruno's defense team.

And from what
he's seen so far,

he's not inclined to believe
Junior's the culprit either.

And you're inclined
to believe Herbie?

- I am.
- We'll look into it.

Judge Dockery was
a venerated legal mind.

All of law enforcement owes it
to her to get this right.

We're wasting time
on a cut-and-dried case

because of
a Reddington hunch

about his pal,
a convicted mob boss?

Reddington doesn't have
a dog in this fight.

Herbie, the guy who helped us
run down that fingerprint from

the Secret Service case,
brought it
to Reddington's attention.

Herbie believes the case
isn't as cut and dried

as everybody
seems to think.

Look, everyone knows
that this was just payback

on the one judge
who finally had the stones

to put away
the legendary Paul Bruno Sr.

That may be, but when
the stakes are this high

is precisely when details
tend to get overlooked.

Let's take a quick peek
under the hood of the case.

If the facts support
Junior as the perpetrator,
no harm done.

Well, the lead detective
on the Bruno case,

Patrick Fleming,
also found the judge
murdered at the scene.

Let's start there.

Have him walk us through
the investigation.

The letters B-R-U-N-O were
typed out on the keyboard.

Her bloody fingerprints
on the keys.

I don't know how the FBI
does it,
but where I come from,

that's what we call
irrefutable evidence.

Yeah, well,
we're just curious.

- What? You think I'm not?
- Alice was my friend.

I'm starting to wonder

if I should take offense
to what you two
seem to be suggesting.

Nobody's suggesting
anything here, all right?

Look, Judge called me
that night,

told me
to come over quick,

that she just learned
something about a case.

She was terrified.

I never heard her
like that.

Paul Bruno Jr.
had been tailing

and intimidating her
for months

throughout his dad's
entire trial.

We have video evidence
of Junior

parked outside her house,
her office, her gym.

The guy's a hothead.

That's obviously what
she was spooked about.

Would you mind if we take
a look at your case files?

Knock yourself out.

You'll just come to
the same conclusion we did.

Usually when somebody appears
and says they're taking me
to their boss,

I assume it's someone
I screwed over.

But I'm relieved to say

I have absolutely no idea
who the hell you are.

I am Wujing.

I've long been a fan
of the legend
that is Robert Vesco.

A man of great escapes
and even greater mystery.

I myself recently
broke out of prison,

and I imagine there's a lot
I could learn from you.

Well, if you summoned me here
to give you a master class

on life on the lam,
you got the wrong guy.

Like they say,
those who can't do, teach.

So if you don't mind, maybe
we could put the hood back on

and you guys can
drop me off someplace
I can get a bite to eat.

Are you aware of
Raymond Reddington's
association with the FBI?

First off,
it's none of your business
what I'm aware of.

And, secondly, any criminal
worth their salt

cultivates relationships
with certain...
amenable authorities.

Raymond Reddington
has the deepest pockets
in Christendom

and the biggest reach.

Of course,
he greases the wheels.

Oh.

Reddington's doing
much more than that.

I would say it's less
a "friends with benefits"
arrangement

than a long-term relationship
that your pal

has gotten himself into
with the U.S. government.

Have you heard the name
Elizabeth Keen? Hm?

Of course, Reddington's
well-connected with the FBI.

Hell, his former bodyman,
Dembe Zuma,
is working for them now,

with a shiny gold badge
and everything!

Mmm.

Call me when you have
an actual revelation.

The FBI has a top secret
Task Force

sanctioned at the highest
levels of government

whose sole focus is
to bring down criminals like us

with the personal help
of Raymond Reddington.

In fact, that very team

was behind
your last arrest.

And you got
this information how?

From Reddington's own attorney,
Marvin Gerard,

now deceased,
as you know...

also thanks to Reddington.

I suppose you should
consider yourself lucky

- that he only sent you
back to prison.
- Hm.

Reddington is working
with the FBI,

using all of us,
including you,

as collateral he trades on,

chits to play for his,
and only his, gain.

Ask yourself

how he's always wriggled
out of every net.

And why are you
telling me this now?

Because
I'm assembling a team

of talented and motivated individuals

whom, like yourself,
Reddington has betrayed.

A man like you would be
a true asset to the cause,

one I think you will find
very rewarding.

I wanted to let you know
Agent Zuma's
not coming in today,

so the two of you
will be on your own.

- Is he okay?
- I sent him home early yesterday,

and he's still not
feeling great this morning.

Where are we on
the Dockery case?

Herbie might have had
a point about the detectives
rushing to judgment,

but we can't yet determine
whether any mistakes
were made in the investigation.

On its face,

the evidence against Bruno Jr.
looks pretty solid.

Maybe someone who appeared
in her courtroom
wanted to settle a score.

What about the leads
that weren't investigated?

Ressler, request files
for all the cases

that the Judge has presided
over the last couple of years.

And, Agent Malik,
Reddington said

that Herbie submitted
requests for discovery

in the Judge's murder case,
but there's a backlog.

That, or it's being
slow-walked to him.

I'll make sure
we get everything
to Herbie ASAP.

Good. Reddington seems to think
that Herbie might be able
to see things others don't.

On that note,
let's play the particulars
of our relationship

with Reddington
close to the vest.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Uh...

I'm supposed to be
dropping some things

for an associate
of an associate of mine.

D--
Are you Herbie?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I believe
that I'm...

the associate
of your associate.

- But, um...
- Cute baby.

Oh, thank you.
Thanks. Yeah.

She's been a howler monkey
from hell this morning.

Yeah, every morning.
You have kids?

No.

Uh, yeah. Sorry. Forgive me.
Come on in. Come in.

So... how old is she?

Ah, she's almost one.
Whee!

Herbie,
the water pressure
in that shower

could strip the hide
from an elephant.

Oh, good.
You've met Siya.

Siya, this is Herbie.

So the F-B-freaking-I?

Oh, Siya's just
a good friend.

She has quite an in
with the Bureau.

So, Herbie, are these materials
gonna work for you?

Um. Here.

I-I'm good.

- Here.
- Okay.

Here you go. Ah.

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Okay. Uh, w-what?

This is literally everything
I've been asking for.

How did you get your hands
on this so fast?

Fast hands, I guess.

Thank you
for stopping by, Siya.

Tell the boss
hello for me.

Will do.

Okay.
Well, have at it, Herbie.

I've got a 10 a.m. train
back to Penn Station.

Okeydokey.
I'll see you later.

Perhaps I could
leave this with you.

Ooh. No.

I was thinking you'd just
take that back to New York.

Okay.

No, no, no. No, no. I got her.
I got her. I got her.
I got her. Come here.

I despise that judge.

There wasn't a day
I didn't sit in my cell

fantasizing about
all the ways

I could get to her
as soon as I got out.

And it just so happens
that you were released
the week she was killed.

Yeah.
It's called good behavior.

I went straight to Vegas
to marry my girl.

Here.

Ain't she pretty?

Those are time-
and date-stamped,
by the way.

I got a marriage certificate,
an invoice from the Flamingo.

We got up to a, uh,
lot of marital business

in that hotel room,
I can promise you that.

We're gonna need to see
hard copies of... all of this.

Yeah, I bet you will.

Judge Dockery gave me
my life back,

bravely defying those
who wished to see me punished
for a crime I didn't commit.

She offered me a fair trial
in what can be
a very unfair world.

I was devastated
by the news of her death.

- I was hoping to work with her
more in the future.
- Right.

You, um, intersected
with Judge Dockery
after you were acquitted?

I launched a legal
justice foundation

after my acquittal
and asked Judge Dockery
to join the board.

Did she accept your offer?

She couldn't, for
professional ethics reasons.

She was a brilliant
legal mind.

It really is such
a profound tragedy.

You lost everything
when your husband
got locked up.

Houses, cars,
country-club memberships.

Now, who's to blame
for that?

Him. My husband's to blame,
the moron.

He did
the insider trading.

And I thought
he was watching porn

all those nights
in his office.

Turns out he was being naughty
in a much less interesting way.

Where were you on the 8th?

A charity gala.

It was a pity invite
from my friend Talia.

She keeps saying I should
get back out there,

but how can I trust a man
ever again?

Call Talia.
She'll tell you I was with her.

I was crying in
the Atherton Club ladies' room

like it was prom night
or something.

And did you blame
the judge

for the loss
of your dental practice

after the malpractice
conviction?

Yeah, but, honestly,
I'm glad I got stopped.

At first, it was a little
defrauding the insurers

on a bill or two,
but it spun out of control.

Unnecessary fillings.
Root canals.

I couldn't stop myself.

Getting convicted
in Judge Dockery's court

changed my path
for the better.

I'm on a more...
authentic journey now.

And on the 8th?

Oh, I-I was at
an ayahuasca ceremony

led by native
Shipibo healers.

An intention reset.

Highly recommend.

Right.

Hey.

That was a bust.

What is that now--
11 interviews?

Nobody seems to have
had it in for the Judge

or even been in the area
that night.

Right now
it feels like this case

is exactly as it
appears to be.

Occam's razor.

The Judge led us directly
to her killer, Bruno Jr.

Hello.

Siya.
Hey, it's Herbie.

Um, you said to call
if I needed anything.

Yeah, of course.
What is it?

I just made my way
through the files.

There is something
you gotta see.

Be right there.

Shh. I finally
got her asleep.

Judge Dockery couldn't have
typed "Bruno" on her laptop.

What?

I said the Judge couldn't
have typed the name "Bruno"

because her spinal cord
was severed.

"A cold from
severe weather"?

Her spinal cord
was severed.

The cause of death
was strangulation,

and, of course,
spinal-cord transection

from a stab wound
is fairly rare,

so no one would have paid
much attention to that injury.

But after
getting stabbed,

Dockery couldn't
have moved a finger,
much less her whole body.

She would have been
paralyzed instantly.

I'm still having trouble
hearing you.

So the Judge
would have been paralyzed!

Oh. Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, that's very funny.
Very--

Oh, God.

Oh, I can't wait
till Mommy gets back

to deal with
her demon spawn.

Right, cutie? Yes.
Okay. Daddy's here.

All right. Okay.

- Cooper.
- Hi. It's me.

Herbie was right
to be skeptical.

Turns out Judge Dockery
couldn't have typed
her killer's name.

It would have been
medically impossible.

So someone
intentionally put Junior
in the frame for the killing.

10-4, Siya.

Let's arrange a prison visit
with Bruno Sr.,

see if he has any idea
who that somebody might be.

Ohh. Look.
It's the Feds.

This must be my birthday.

Easy.
I come in peace.

Here to talk
about your son.

Oh, my son?

The son you got locked up
for no good reason.

Oh, like killing the judge
who finally put you away
for good?

Junior didn't kill nobody.

Not that you stronzi care
about the truth.

Hmm, well,
that's where you're wrong.

We think your son
might have been framed.

Oh, you don't say.

Gonna try to convince me
the Pope's Catholic next?

This is what I've been
telling these people

since they picked up my boy.
He's innocent!

Then tell me.

Who would have wanted to
set him up for this murder?

I've been trying
to figure it out myself.

Because once I do...

What about your rivals?

I made peace with
the Decanios and Tortorellas
before I went in.

So nobody but your son
had motive?

Look, if we were gonna
whack the Judge,

don't you'd think
we would have done it

before she sent us
up the river?

Sure,
we kept eyes on her,

but only because
people make mistakes.

A lady like her
makes a mistake--

scores some blow,
kicks a puppy in the belly...

Whatever.

And maybe we got ourselves
grounds for a mistrial.

Did she make a mistake?

I don't know about that.

She definitely
had secrets.

Such as?

Look, if your son
didn't do this,

I need to be able
to prove it.

The Judge had a lover.

She was real wrapped up
when she died.

My son and his crew
said they saw her

go into the Sussex Hotel
a couple of times a week.

Come out later
with a smile on her face.

Wasn't because
of the lunch special,
if you catch my drift.

We processed this scene
already-- thoroughly!

Don't you guys have anything
better to do with your time
than undermine me and my team?

Catch some criminals
maybe?

Look, we're on
the same side here, buddy.

Right, "buddy"--
the side that has Bruno Jr.

in jail awaiting trial
for the murder he committed.

We believe
Judge Dockery

may have been in a relationship
at the time of her death.

Nope. We worked that angle.
There was no relationship.

- Did you actually find
any evidence?
- Not yet.

That's because
if there was anything,
we'd have found it.

Agent Ressler,
I think you should see this.

I guess
you didn't find that.

- Tell me those are
personal letters.
- Unfortunately, no.

Seems like standard
work-related correspondence
and financial documents.

Except for this.

"You're going to pay
for what you allowed

to happen
in your courtroom,

letting a murderer walk free
while our Emma,

with all that promise,
is all but forgotten.

Her disappearance
will not go unanswered,
nor will your part in it.

I will not rest until
you get what you deserve.

Watch yourself."

So, not a love letter, then?

He sounds like an angry guy.

Signed by a Frederick Moody.

Just a couple weeks
before the Judge was killed.

Emma Moody.
That was one of the Judge's
cases we looked at.

I spoke to the accused myself,
Anton Johnston.

He was exonerated
and started a legal fund.

Maybe Moody was
overwhelmed with grief

and decided it was time
to punish somebody.

I worked with
Judge Dockery a lot.

She got threats all the time.
Par for the course.

I doubt that means anything.

Either way, we're gonna
pay Mr. Moody a visit.

Like I said,
I don't care what it costs.

Raymond!
Where are you?

I'm in here!

We need that equipment
to finish construction
on schedule.

No more delays.
Am I making myself clear?

Good. Thank you.

I was just headed out.

Uh, we need to talk.

Okay.

I had a meeting

with a man
who calls himself Wujing.

And?

And he had some curious things
to say about you.

Most people do.

He said you were
working with the Feds.

No. Wait.
It sounded more like...

you were working
for the Feds,

that you were hand-delivering
our colleagues to them

like cheese puffs
on a silver platter...

and that I was
one of those puffs

and that you had had me
hand-delivered to prison.

And what did you
have to say to that?

Well, I told him
I didn't buy it.

But he seemed
pretty convinced.

So convinced, in fact,
that he's spending
every waking moment

searching for evidence
of your supposed arrangement

with the government.

And when he has it,
he will come for you

with the gleeful assistance
of all the criminals

you've served up to the FBI
over the years.

That's crazy, right?

Hm. Please.

Yep. I sent that letter.
So what?

You wrote that Judge Dockery
was going to pay
for what she did.

He didn't mean it like that.
He was just blowing off steam.

You ever lose someone,
Agent?

You threatened a judge.

Judge Dockery didn't care
about justice.

She let that spoiled
rich monster

who took our daughter walk.

You're referring
to Anton Johnston?

Emma's hair and DNA
were found in his car.

He claimed he just
gave her a ride

to meet a friend at a bar,
but we know he was lying.

Because Emma never
showed up at that bar.

Because he did
something to her.

In his testimony,
Mr. Johnston didn't deny

that your daughter
was in his car.

They had offices
in the same building,

and he offered Emma a ride
so she didn't have to
walk in a downpour.

All of which can be confirmed
by a text
she sent to her friend.

So where is she then?

You're just like every other
tool of the injustice system.

"Reasonable doubt." Ha!

What about common sense?

She was in his car
and now she's gone!

It's no wonder people
feel they're better off

taking things
into their own hands.

Is that what you did,
Mr. Moody?

Where were you the night
the Judge Dockery
was murdered?

He was with me.

Can anyone else
verify that?

I wore this necklace
throughout the trial.

Emma had an identical one.

It was our thing.
A little joke between us.

We bought them
at a street fair.

Emma always said I should
have gotten my own name,

but there wasn't a "Janice"
necklace on the rack,

so I picked her name.

Just like I did
when she was a baby.

Oh, God. My baby.

You both happy now?

I'm sorry. Where did you
get that flower from?

It's from a bouquet I found
on the nightstand

in Emma's apartment
after she disappeared.

It reminds me of when
she wasn't missing.

When she was full of life,
had a huge career
ahead of her.

She wanted to be
a public defender.

It's ironic, isn't it?

She believed in
the power of the law
to change people's lives.

Weren't flowers
similar to this

found at the Judge's
murder scene?

Mr. Moody,
don't leave town.

In the meantime, though,
we're gonna need
to borrow this.

These are definitely
calla lilies.

This one looks the same,
but I'm not absolutely sure.

Why don't we ask Herbie
to examine it?

He seems to have a wide range
of forensic expertise.

Give him a call.

Hello, Herbie.
This is Siya.

Hey! Siya.
This is Herbie.

I know.
I just said, "Hello, Herbie."

Hold on. I'm putting you
on speaker so the rest
of the team can join.

Team? What team?

Hello, Herbie. This is Harold.
I'm an associate of Siya's.

We're here with another member
of our team, Donald.

Wow. You guys are all
working the Dockery case?

- We are.
- Cool. Wow.

Thank you for that analysis
of Judge Dockery's injuries.

There have been some other
developments in the case

we'd like your expertise on
if possible.

Yeah, sure thing.

Um, I'm headed out
to practice right now.

Finally getting a little break
from the kid.

A little foosball.

I'm--
I'm sorry. Uh, foosball?

It's something
you need to practice?

When you're preparing
for a tournament, you do.

So there's foosball
tournaments, huh?

Yes, it's not just fraternity
parties and sports bars.

You know what?
I'm getting a little tired

of the constant dismissal
of the sport, quite frankly.

I'd imagine you are.

Anyway, Herbie, we've zeroed in
on a case Judge Dockery

was presiding over a few months
before she was killed--

the disappearance
and presumed murder
of Emma Moody.

Emma's father,
Frederick Moody,
threatened the Judge

for letting the defendant,
Anton Johnston, go free.

Moody's alibi
isn't rock-solid,

but, more importantly,
we found a flower

in his daughter's possession
that she had
right before she disappeared.

And this flower looks
very much like those

that we found
at the Dockery murder scene.

Do you think you can confirm
that they're the same?

Can you send me a photo
of the new flower?

Okay.
Photo on the way.

When we spoke
with Anton Johnston,

did he mention any threats
after the acquittal?

Maybe Moody also tried
to intimidate him.

He didn't mention it.

Johnston credited the Judge
with giving him his life back

after being
wrongly accused.

They crossed paths
at a charity event
after the trial.

He seemed genuinely dismayed
by her murder,

offered to help
in any way he could.

Let's take him up
on that offer.

Hey, these are
definitely the same species
of lily

as the ones
from the crime scene.

But there's more than that.
They're... weird.

Siya, did you take that
photograph using a filter?

- No. Why?
- I mean, obviously,
you can get calla lilies

from most grocery stores
or florists,

but these have, like,
a unique shimmer.

It's like they were
sprayed with something

or some chemical process interfered
with their development,

which that would be
super unusual.

And I-- I need to run
some tests to be sure,

but they definitely seem
to come from the same source.

Can I physically examine
the lily from the Moodys?

Not right now, of course.

Oh. Because of foosball.

Victory never sleeps.

We'll have the specimen ready
for you after your return.

A forensics nerd
who plays competitive foosball.

Who also happens to
be happily married

to a super-hot
punk-rock singer.

Well, that confirms it.

I'm definitely
doing it wrong.

How about you two
drop that flower sample off
at Herbie's

on your way to
Anton Johnston's residence?

Maybe Moody also sent him
some poison-pen letters.

Wow!

What a gorgeous piece
of property you have here!

Again, I'm so sorry
my meeting went long

and we had to
sit in traffic,

but I am certain
I will find a way

to make it up to you later.

I don't care
how we spend the time
as long as it's together.

Oh, this is gorgeous.

Ohh.

This place
really is magnificent.

Thank you.
It was my father's.

I spent my formative years
at a boarding school
in New Hampshire,

so I've only recently
become reacquainted

with the property
since my inheritance of it.

Is it strange to be
back here as an adult?

It's what my father
would have wanted.

And what about
your mother?

Passed away, as well.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Don't be.

She was rarely in the picture.
Very much a career type.

Uh, what I mean is
she put her job first.

My mother was
a true workaholic.

It's what led
to her untimely death,
I'm certain of it.

I'm just grateful
you managed

to get some time off
to be with me now.

Mm...

A toast.

To...

stolen moments.

Mm...

Mmm...

Mmm.

Waxed leather.

- Musk.
- Hm?

Mushrooms.

Perhaps a note
of blue cheese?

I like a woman
who doesn't mind

a little decay
in her single malt.

This is old.
Very old.

Seventy-five years.

It's Macdonell.

Ohh!

I never thought I would have
the opportunity to try some.

What, at a paltry
$30,000 a bottle?

Mm. To thrill you,
so it's worth every penny.

What a beautiful garden.

Do you have help with...

Do you have...

Oh. What a surprise.
Nice to see you again.

Agent... Malik.
I believe it was?

- And, uh?
- Agent Ressler.
You mind if we come in?

Now's not a great time,
to be honest.

We only need
a few minutes.

Somebody here with you?

N-No, no.
Those are from last night.

I've neglected to tidy up.
Forgive me.

So...
how can I be of service?

Some new evidence
has come to light regarding
the murder of Judge Dockery.

About the Bruno son?

We'd actually like to ask you
about the father of Emma Moody.

Ah. Frederick Moody.

Terrifying individual.

I-I feel for him,
of course, but--

- You two crossed paths?
- More than cross.

It may not be noted
in trial coverage,

but Moody savagely attacked me
after the not-guilty verdict.

Took three bailiffs
to pull him off.

He seemed to have
a serious problem
controlling his rage.

Has he threatened you
since the trial?

I think there were
one or two angry letters.
I just ignored them.

Wait.

Do we think
he killed Ali?

I didn't realize you were
on such intimate terms
with Judge Dockery.

Uh, w-what do you mean?
-"Ali"?

Nicknames are
usually reserved for people
in one's inner circle.

How close exactly
were the two of you?

Hey, hey! Where's--
Where are you going?

How close were you
and Judge Dockery?

Okay. Fine.

For a brief time,

Ali and I were...
romantically involved.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

I kept quiet about it
after her death because she--

She would have hated
anyone finding out.

It would cast
a salacious pall

over what was
a storied judgeship.

A judge and
a former defendant?

Protecting her reputation
was the least I could do
after all she had done for me.

I thought you said
you were alone.

Go.

Let's go.

Agent Ressler.

Hey. It's Herbie.
Siya wasn't picking up,

so I asked Red
if I could get your number.

Not a good time, Herbie.

Wait. I-I have information
on your flowers. The shimmer.

It's unique
because the nitrogen
content is off the charts.

Nitrogen alters
leaf reflectance and color,

so much so that
you could spot it from
above a tree canopy

- if you had a drone
or if you had--
- Still not a good ti--

The really important part
is that nitrogen content

that high can only come
from one source.

One probable source anyway.

If the field tests
in the Amazon are correct--

- and I have no reason
to believe they aren't--
- Cut to the chase!

Decomposing bodies.

W-What?

Vegetation with
this unique iridescence

is grown on
or near remains--

human remains.

This, uh--
It's not what it looks like.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Are you okay?

Back against the wall!

Hey...
You're okay.

Ressler!

Not another step.

We're digging up
the plot under that
flower garden of yours.

Three women's bodies
so far.

Emma Moody...

a television executive
who went missing
eight months ago...

and another body that appears
to be that of your mother.

She was overseas frequently,
and my father wasn't exactly

the "throw the ball
around the yard" type,

so she decided to send me
away to boarding school,

which left him alone, abandoned,
spiraling into depression

until he eventually
took his own life.

And you blamed your mother
for that, didn't you?

"Mother"?

She doesn't merit
the honorific.

She only ever cared
about herself.

She didn't even come home
when my father passed.

She had...
"business" in England.

Business that was tall
and dark and handsome.

Is that why
you killed her?

Buried her body
on the property?

Decomposing in that garden
was the only time

that woman ever nurtured anything.

But killing your mother,
it didn't stop your pain
or your anger.

So you began to target
other women
who reminded you of her,

women you courted
with the very flowers

you grew in your morbid
little death plot.

Women like Emma Moody.

And Judge Dockery.

No! No.

Ali was different.

Different how?

Ali was the first woman
who ever saw me for who I am
and loved me unconditionally,

the polar opposite
of my mother.

She-- She was my c-cure,
my salvation.

She...

She was my person.

And yet...
you murdered her.

I had no choice.

I'm gonna rinse off and
then I'm going to make you

the best shrimp scampi
you have ever had.

I love you.

Mm. I love you.

Hm.

Ahh...

This better be important.
I'm--

Oh.
It got moved up to tomorrow?

Okay. Yeah. Hold on.
I just want to
write this down.

Yeah, okay. I'm just--
I'm looking for a pen.

I was thinking we could open
the Montrachet Grand Cru.

Ali?

Where'd you go?

Oh, no.
Oh, no.

At that point,
there was nothing I could say.

Stay away from me!
Don't come any closer!

You were in a relationship
with Emma Moody!

What did you do
to that poor girl?

Even at the end...

I could see it in her eyes.

She still loved me.

But once you lose trust
in a relationship...

...you can never get it back.

Agent Malik is transferring
Johnston to be arraigned now.

- Good work on this one.
- Herbie, too.

Without his help,
we may never have found
all those bodies

that Johnston creep
buried in his garden.

Reddington was right about
Herbie's forensic know-how.

He's a weird guy,
but he's good
at what he does.

Now, speaking of Reddington,
we still don't know

why the Freelancer
was broken out of prison.

And Wujing--
what's up with him?

He's a seriously bad guy,
and he's still out there,
by the way.

Reddington says
he's got something brewing.

So, for now,
we take him at his word.

It's not his word
I'm worried about.

All right.
I confronted Reddington

with the information
you shared with me.

And do you know what that
snake weasel reprobate did?

Instead of denying it,
he actually confessed.

He has been working
with the Feds for years.

Just like you said.

A secret task force
just for him.

Hm. It's even named after him,
that preening egomaniac.

Ahh...

When I pressed him
for the truth,
the floodgates flew open.

He's sitting there,
calm as Kool-Aid, saying,

"Robert, my dear friend,
certainly you understand."

Blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah.

I said, "No, I don't."
Blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah.

"No, I don't understand
at all."

And to think...

I trusted that man
with my life.

Well, fool me once...

Betrayal is a sin
that shouldn't go unpunished.

Don't you agree?

As much as it pains me
to say it, yes.

But it doesn't pain me.
It doesn't pain me at all!

When do we start?