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They're
coming for you. Get out.

Hey, Lu.

They look serious, Lu.

You wanna...

Down on the ground!

I'm going to meetings every day.

And between that and our
one-on-ones, I'm doing better.

- And work's been good?
- Sure.

You know. You work
for Uncle Sam, too.

Keeping the ol' republic afloat

isn't exactly, uh, therapeutic.

- - But my...
- My coworkers are supportive,

keep telling me how good I look.

You do. I wasn't lying.

Ah, it just makes me realize
how busted I was before.

Hey, I was a wreck at
your point in recovery.

I hadn't even shaved yet.

There's gonna be some
tough days ahead.

I'm not trying to freak you
out. Just preparing you.

No, I-I know. I know.

But right now, I'm just
really happy to be back

in the world of the living.

Oh.

Thank you. Ah,
the nation calls.

- I'll see you soon?
- Yeah.

We'll meet here, uh,
day after tomorrow.

But you call me if you
need anything, okay?

Yeah, sure.

See? So, here,
me and my friends

are all little crew mates
on this spaceship together,

and we're all running around...

just completing different tasks.

Except one of us is
secretly an imposter.

Sabotaging the mission.
This is ingenious.

Mmm-hmm. But Madison totally
sold me out last game.

Agnes, your ride.

Bye, Pinkie.

Bye, Pops.

Mmm.

Remember when foursquare
and tetherball

were the pinnacle of playtime?

Now they have
virtual spaceships.

Oh, for goodness' sake, Harold.
You're angry. I understand.

You murdered Wujing and
Zhang Wei in the Post Office.

You brought an army there.

You used a stolen NSA tool
to delete government records.

Well, when you put
it like that...

"Angry" doesn't
begin to cover it.

I understand.

What you've done, Raymond...

I would do again in a heartbeat.

We hunted
Wujing for months.

At a steep cost to
the U.S. government.

We put people's
lives on the line.

And the FBI has
nothing to show for it,

- save for a few minor arrests.
- Uh-huh.

We are not a hit squad!

Wujing, Zhang Wei,
Alban Veseli, all dead.

Perillos is gone, I assume dead.

Bo Chang is in the wind.

- Right.
- This won't end here.

An official investigation
hasn't come down

from Main Justice
yet, but when it does,

how do I explain to
them why this task force

should continue to exist?

There's never been
a fixed paradigm

for how we operate, Harold.

What the task force
was on its first day

was different than what
it was on its second.

Or third or tenth.

And different from
what it is today.

All I can say is...

the danger that Marvin
Gerard unleashed,

it's done.

Criminals are dead.

My connection to the
FBI has been erased.

As we've changed course
many times before,

we're changing course again.

It is what it is.

That's what I tell the
Department of Justice?

Cynthia Panabaker? Congress?

"It is what it is"?

I don't know
what to tell you, Harold.

If you choose not to continue
with me, I understand.

But if you wish to carry
on, keep everyone working...

I have a case.

This situation will not
just go away, Raymond.

Okay, well, tomorrow
can worry about itself.

But this morning, there
was a horrific shooting

at the Sussex State
Prison in Virginia.

A leader of El Calavera
crime syndicate

took down three
rival gang members

and a couple of
unlucky bystanders,

one of them a guard.

The prisoner had a gun?

A Glock. Automatic.

My associate Paulie Diamond
was shot in the hip.

Decent thief.
Fantastic chess player.

We played through
the mail for years.

Now the fate of my
bishop is in limbo.

How does a prisoner get
an automatic pistol?

The authorities
don't seem to know.

It didn't come in through
the usual pipelines.

I believe it to be the
work of The Postman.

I already regret
this. But who is that?

I'm thrilled you asked.

He's a smuggler of
prison contraband.

In a very short time, he's
almost completely dominated

in the Mid-Atlantic market.

We crossed the globe
trying to stop Wujing.

Now you want us to hunt down
a local black-market courier?

What's the angle, Reddington?

The angle is he's rising fast,

spilling blood,
making headlines.

If you are so anxious
to prove your worth

to the Department of Justice,

deliver The Postman now,
before he goes national.

"The Postman." Does
he have a real name?

I believe his birth
name is Lawrence Nelson.

I maintain we can still do
good work together, Harold.

And it can start with bringing
Lawrence Nelson to justice.

Today, we'll be
determining the verdict

of the State of Maryland
vs. Lawrence Nelson.

We'll begin by taking a
preliminary, anonymous vote

to see where we all stand.

It's been a long trial.

Hopefully we can be efficient
in our deliberation.

I knew kids growing up
like Lawrence Nelson.

I don't think there's
much to discuss.

I've been praying.

His soul will find
salvation in jail.

I know it.

Um, we have 11
votes for "guilty"

and one vote for "not guilty."

Who in the hell thinks
that kid's innocent?

We can keep it anonymous
for the time being.

N-No, I'd love to
know 'cause they sure

weren't sitting in the
same courtroom as I was.

Perhaps they're
confused or asleep.

- Sir!
- It's okay.

I voted "not guilty."

Right.

Well, thank you for being
for being forthcoming,

um, Juror Number...

Harold.

My name's Harold Cooper.

Prisoners
call him "The Postman."

Served 25 years in
a Maryland prison

starting at 18 years old.

Was released five years
ago on good behavior,

then he vanished.

No one's seen him,
including his P.O.

Twenty-five years. Why?

First-degree murder.

He shot his manager
at their workplace,

a convenience
store in Baltimore.

I'm sorry, but w-we're gonna
hunt down the local kingpin

of prison contraband
because what,

he injured one of
Reddington's cronies?

What about the people
that Reddington killed

in this very room
just last week?

Reddington's actions
with respect to Wujing

were frustrating, I know.

They will be dealt
with in due time.

Look, I'm not losing sleep
over the loss of evil men,

but Reddington told
us a pack of lies.

Why should we believe him

that the Postman is even
worthy of our attention?

Because Larry Nelson's
a dangerous man.

And that doesn't
come from Reddington.

That comes from me.

In Pennsylvania,
Nelson outfitted

an entire cellblock
with Wi-Fi routers,

allowing imprisoned cartel
members to complete drug deals

from the comfort of
their prison cell.

And this morning,
five men at Sussex

were shot by Lu Fernan,

the leader of the La
Calavera crime syndicate.

Not only is Nelson making life
more dangerous inside prisons,

that danger is spilling out
to the rest of the world,

and we have no...

Hey, sorry. Sorry,
sorry, sorry.

Hi. It's me. Hello.

Um, did I miss anything?
What did I miss?

Just your first morning of
your trial employment period.

Is he videoconferencing
from home?

You can do that?

Sue's got some sort
of stomach bug.

Um, we... We gave her
this new brand of peaches.

Maybe that was it, but, oh...

Whatever's coming out of
her is not peach-colored.

Herbie, I
would recommend fluids

and a call to your
pediatrician's office.

In the meantime,
Malik and Ressler

are about to roll out
to Sussex State Prison.

Dembe will get you up
to speed as to why.

So, how did you
get the weapon inside?

We know it wasn't a guard.

You could grease every
palm from here to Rikers,

and a guard wouldn't walk into
a cellblock and hand over a gun.

It must've been a little bird.

Hmm. Maybe it was the Postman.

Didn't think
I'd hear that name.

Tell us how you two communicate.

Or what? You gonna lock
me up for a long time?

I rat on that guy, and
he's gonna put a...

A grenade in my soup or a
rattlesnake under my pillow.

He can get anything to
anyone for the right price.

So you're afraid of him.

Wouldn't you be?

I got a syndicate to run from
inside this prison here, okay?

Best of luck.

The compound
isn't pure enough.

To get this right, I
need one more delivery.

Eugene. Ever the
perfectionist.

Shouldn't you be in bed?

Lights out, 9:00 p.m.

I need more product.

I'll send Rudolph. Tomorrow.

I'll oversee it myself.

Let's get a move on!

We interviewed
inmates at three of the prisons

where Reddington believes
the Postman operates.

No one will talk.

So no leads on the Postman's
mysterious delivery network?

Sussex transferred us a huge
cache of security footage,

but it's gonna take
manpower to get through.

I'm going to assign
the task to Herbie.

Good. Do we have any
other avenues to pursue?

Yeah, Lu Fernan clearly
has confederates

working for him on the outside,

and one of them must've
paid for that gun,

so we checked his
log of visitors...

And it turns out Fernan's
brother moved $10,000

just three days
before the attack.

The payment
went to a shell company

which has an account at
Acordia Bank in New Jersey.

It's a regional outfit.

We've contacted them, but
they've been very... cold.

I'll reach out to Reddington.
He may be able to warm them up.

Cooper.

Apologies
for the missed call.

I just returned to the creature
comforts of the Big Apple.

Anything urgent?

Yes. Do you know anyone at
Acordia Bank in New Jersey?

Lawrence Nelson may
have an account there.

Ah. I'm glad you judged him
a worthy target, Harold.

I'll darken some
doorways, see what I find.

Mmm-hmm.

Is everything alright?

You sound a
little... distracted.

It's just that
someone from my past

has suddenly popped
out of the woodwork.

Ghosts like to do
that, don't they?

Pop out of the woodwork.

I hope it's a friendly one.

This one's definitely not that.

Let us know about the bank.

I'm not saying he's innocent.

I'm just unconvinced
of his guilt.

You're honestly claiming
reasonable doubt?

I don't know. That's
why we're here.

Okay, fine. Can we establish
the facts we all can agree on?

- Sure.
- So, this young kid, Larry,

he's on trial for
murdering his manager

at the convenience
store where he worked.

A day before the
murder, she fired him.

- You agree?
- Yes.

The following night, she
was found dead in her car.

She was parked
outside the store.

One shot to the head.

Cash stolen from her wallet...
and Nelson's DNA on the purse.

So we have motive,
we have evidence.

But DNA testing is still quite
a new forensics technique.

It's
not that complicated.

There's either DNA
or there's not.

It's not complicated
because you want to go home.

Okay. What about this?

Two days ago, his
girlfriend swore on a Bible,

took the stand, and told
us that Lawrence Nelson

privately confessed
to the murder.

- How do you explain that?
- He is insistent

that conversation never
happened with her.

And he's obviously lying!
We don't need to sit around

talking for hours
to figure that out.

I'm sorry, but I won't
destroy this kid's life

because I'm in a hurry.

Let's start from the beginning.

Can we see the diagram
of the crime scene again?

Sorry, sir. We're closed.

Yes, Benny, I'm aware.
That's why I'm here now.

I'm in search of information

regarding one of your
personal banking clients.

Lawrence Nelson.

And who are you exactly?

Perhaps a new friend.

My name is Raymond Reddington.

Oh.

Benny, your colleagues
left ages ago,

and you're here,
what, watching golf?

Why aren't you at home?

I like the peace and quiet,

which you are
currently disturbing.

I can only imagine.

My heart goes out to you, Benny.

You and your Erica... yeah...

only just got married last year?

I bet it hasn't been easy

with your elderly mother-in-law
moving in, has it?

And Laurel's quite a
piece of work, isn't she?

- How do you know?
- Now, I happen to be

very close associates
with Rick Bruckner.

Do you know Rick?

Along with a hefty portfolio

of rehabilitation and
retirement facilities,

Rick also happens to own

the Golden Glen
Assisted Living Home.

I'm sure you've
done your research,

and you know it's a very
exclusive, very expensive place.

I tell Rick all the time
he's running a racket.

He and I used to bet
on the horses in Dubai.

Truth be told, I fronted
Rick some spending money

after he lost quite a bundle
to the Sultan of Sharjah.

But I know for a fact

Rick would happily find a
spot for Laurel at Golden Glen

at a much reduced rate if I
were to ask on your behalf.

And I can assure you, Laurel
will be so comfortable.

Benny. Are you following?

Laurel's moving to Dubai?

Oh, dear.

Hey. Stop. What...
What are you doing?

Honestly, friendship
has its limits.

Now, give me your records
pertaining to Lawrence Nelson,

or I'm gonna blow
out your kneecap.

Hey. Come in. Come on in.

Sue's asleep. She's
feeling much better.

Uh, PB&J, bananas and mayo,
or roast beef? It's halal.

Thank you, Herbie.

Where's the rest of the gang?

I made enough for everyone.

Raymond assessed Nelson's
financial transactions

and ID'd someone
who works for him,

so Malik and Ressler are
following up on that lead.

Okay, well, then I guess
I'll make this snappy,

if you want to just
come over here.

So, I've been eyeballs-deep
analyzing the security footage

from outside Lu
Fernan's prison cell.

We know that Tuesday night
his cell was searched,

because that's protocol,
and they found zilch.

And the shooting took place
the next morning, correct?

Right. So the question is...

how'd he get the gun if
he never left his cell?

I don't know.

That's the thing.

It's not what you see.
It's what you hear.

Sussex records audio
on their CCTV cameras,

so I listened to the night
leading up to the shooting

over and over.

I isolated and enhanced sound

using a piece of audio
software, and listen to this.

What was that?

A power line? A very big fly?

Close. Watch.

A drone.

He's using drones.

Yep. The Postman
is using drones.

And no guards saw it?

Based on that
audio, the one he's flying

is incredibly quiet,
likely custom-made.

Really cool.

But bad. Cool and bad.

I would think that
prisons have gotten wise

to this type of smuggling, but a
drone like the one he designed,

that quiet, that would
be really hard to detect.

And I would bet you
a roast-beef sandwich

that if you went to Lu
Fernan's prison cell,

you would see that his
window's been tampered with.

Steady. Steady.

This is one delivery we
cannot afford to drop.

Excellent.

Thanks for coming in
to speak with us, Gina.

The four federal agents who
showed up on my doorstep

didn't give me the
impression I had a choice.

Hmm. So what can you tell
me about Lawrence Nelson?

I never met a Lawrence Nelson.

Two days ago, an
inmate shot up a prison

with an automatic pistol.

Now, we traced the
payment for that pistol

to a bank account
belonging to Nelson.

Now, there are multiple payments

directly from his bank
account into yours.

Okay.

Hi, Gina.

We actually have
Nelson in custody.

She might as well know.

Nelson just told us that
you run the operation,

that you communicate
with the prisoners

and operate the drones...

and that you call
yourself "The Postman."

The who? What are
you talking about?

Smuggling contraband.

With drones?

I don't know the first
thing about drones.

Look. I wasn't lying to you.

I do business with Larry
Nelson, but I've never met him.

Hmm. Clever.

So what kind of business
do you do with Nelson?

Look. You're smart enough
to know how this goes.

You give us something about
Nelson, we do something for you.

Simple as that.

I buy stuff.

He tells me, I buy it.

I was sourcing counterfeit
bags when he recruited me.

Hermes. Louis Vuitton.

But for him, the
things I sourced

are much more... varied.

Drugs, weapons, high-tech toys.

A beautiful ukulele once.

I never knew what it was
all for. I never asked.

I was just a middleman.
I'm sure there are others.

So how would you get it to him?

He'd send me contraband
requests with drop locations.

Different places every time.

And you never wondered
what these items were for?

No.

For what he was paying
me, no, I never wondered.

Or cared.

He had so many requests
that I started getting

other people in the
bag world to help me.

We all agreed that it's
way more interesting

to track down a gun than
a Chanel quilted mini.

But the items he's been
ordering recently? Strange.

Strange in what way?

Like, scientific.

I've been getting chemistry
equipment and chemicals.

Things I have to go to labs for.

I can't pronounce half of it.

I can show you, if you want.

Oh, we insist.

Thank you for agreeing
to meet with me, Warden.

My team is deep into
an investigation

of a former inmate of yours.

Right. Lawrence Nelson.

Waiting on getting
his case files,

but I wanted to talk to
somebody who remembered him.

Couldn't forget
that kid if I tried.

Lawrence Nelson was
bright, hardworking.

Was transferred here
from a pretty tough

high-security prison
for good behavior.

That must've helped him in
front of the parole board.

Oh, yeah. So did his
associate's degree.

He earned it in electrical
engineering while he was here.

Why did he choose that field?

He was inspired by his
cellmate, a chemist.

Brilliant guy. Still here.

Larry hated this place.

Maintained his
innocence throughout,

but he used the time well.

Do you think he was innocent?

It's rare that a man would stick
to the same story for 25 years.

If they're guilty, they
usually give up the fight.

But it's easier for me to
believe that he did it.

Why?

Because either way, he'll
never get those 25 years back.

So, you said you
found something?

Yes, I was looking over
the list you sent over,

the items that Gina Abbott
purchased for Larry Nelson?

When I first saw the
chemistry equipment,

I assumed it was some sort of
drug manufacturing operation.

But then I noticed this.

Rosaries.

Rosaries? As in Catholicism?

Yeah, brought me right back
to Father Phillip telling me

I was going straight to hell
for not using a hall pass.

That's a heavy load to put on
a kid with a small bladder,

especially right
before his bar mitzvah.

- Herbie. Focus.
- Right, yeah.

The... The reason that
the rosaries stood out

is because religious objects
aren't banned in prisons.

So why smuggle them in?

Well, as it turns out,
these aren't just any rosaries.

They're sourced in the
Philippines with beads

made from the seeds of the
abrus precatorius vine.

The rosary pea plant.
And that is bad.

So we're worried about peas?

Oh, yeah, big-time.

The dried peas themselves
aren't dangerous.

They're used in
jewelry all the time.

But one of the most dangerous
toxins on the planet

is extracted from them, abrin.

I've never heard of abrin.

You've heard of
ricin, though, right?

Sure, an old favorite
assassination tool of the KGB.

Well, abrin is 75 times more
lethal and way more rare.

There's no antidote.

If you grind up these
seeds and process them

with sodium hydroxide
and methyl ethyl ketone,

which were both on the Postman's
contraband list, you get abrin.

So Nelson's helping a
prisoner make a deadly toxin?

Yeah, and judging by the orders,

whoever it is, is
making a lot of it.

If it were to get into a
food or water supply...

- Or a prison kitchen.
- Thousands could die.

The orders don't
include any destinations.

I didn't see any
indication of what prison

the materials were
being sent to.

Me neither,
but I did notice

that some of the
order numbers repeat.

They're not order numbers.
They're prisoner numbers.

Prisoner numbers vary state
by state, but all are unique.

This one, for
example, 8978-0324.

That's a federal prison number.

The last four digits refer to the
sentencing court's jurisdiction.

And the number assigned
to the rosaries...

He's sending the
rosaries to a prisoner

at Pittman
Correctional Institute.

That's the prison where the
Postman finished his sentence.

And where Cooper is right now.

What's the name of Nelson's
former cellmate, the chemist?

You said he was still here.

Eugene Campos. Yes,
still here. Why?

Put the prison on lockdown
now. We have to talk to him.

He may be in possession of
a chemical-warfare agent.

Search his cell.

It's gone, isn't it?

We were wrong.
We thought Larry Nelson

was sending materials
into the prison

so abrin could be
manufactured and used inside.

But he sent
the materials in

so he could smuggle
the finished toxin out.

Did Nelson's chemist friend
indicate where it was going?

I questioned him.

Eugene confirmed
that he made abrin

using materials Nelson supplied,

but he refused to
say for whom or why.

And we don't have time for
him to change his mind.

I took a peek at the
evidence from Eugene's cell.

From the residue, it looks
like he was grinding the abrin

down into a very fine powder,

which you would really only do
if you wanted to aerosolize it.

And with this guy's
engineering ability...

He could create a
chemical weapon.

Abrin is bad enough
when ingested,

but if it's inhaled, that's
a whole different story.

It's bleeding from the nose,

fluid in the lungs,
respiratory failure, death.

So the only question
is, where is it headed?

Maybe he's selling it.

I'll see what
Reddington has to offer.

In the meantime, put
out an APB for Nelson.

Coordinate with local PD
and set up a perimeter.

He's using drones?

Honestly, Harold, the
things people think of

and what they do
with the things.

Wish drones were the end of it.

Have you heard of
anyone in your circles

looking to buy a
chemical weapon?

Aerosolized abrin,
to be specific.

Abrin?

Oh, my. I knew
some Sri Lankan separatists

who dabbled with
the stuff years ago.

But, well, they're dead.

Abrin? You're sure
he's selling it?

Do you think he would
use it for his own means?

You tell me, Harold.
You know Mr. Nelson

much better than I do.

You've known this whole time
that I served on his jury.

It came to my attention.

You know, serving on
Larry Nelson's jury,

that was the first time I
ever sent anyone to prison.

It must've been difficult.

It was.

I was never sure we
made the right decision,

but I guess I don't
have to wonder anymore.

He's unmistakably criminal.

As a man with some
criminal experience,

I can assure you that sometimes

forces much greater
than ourselves

help to lead us to those waters.

Well, regardless of
how he got there,

he's now in possession
of a chemical weapon

that could kill hundreds.

I'll keep you updated.

I recognize that
it's improbable,

but maybe there's a
reason his girlfriend

- would've lied about his confession.
- Oh, here we go again.

She was
already at the police station

for some other reason when
she made the accusation.

And before we send
a man to prison,

I think we should know why.

That information was struck
from the record by the judge.

- We're not to consider it.
- Then what about his alibi?

You really want this
kid to be innocent.

But guess what. Sometimes
people do bad things!

Especially kids from
his neck of the woods.

Trust me. I grew up there.

It's not fair to throw
this kid's life away

because he reminds you of
kids from your high school.

You're putting
words in my mouth.

Larry said he was at a family
cabin near Tuckahoe State Park.

A neighbor saw him there.

But no one can confirm that he was
there at the time of the murder.

And running away
to a remote cabin

doesn't really
scream "not guilty."

He said he went there
to be alone, to think.

So that's why he
was there, alone.

Okay. Okay, okay. Why
don't we take a breather?

And when we get back,
we'll take another vote.

Okay.

Hey. You called?

I've been reading Lawrence
Nelson's old case files.

I found a possible location
to his whereabouts.

Buried in his past.

It's a long shot, but
it's a cabin located

at 1414 Tuckahoe Road.

Alright. Malik
and I are on it.

Clear.

Herbie was right. This
guy is quite an engineer.

Hey. Come here. Look at this.

These are schematics
for an HVAC system.

He's gonna take out a
whole office building.

It says Baltimore, Maryland,
but there's no address.

So, which building?

Did you serve?

I did. Navy. Finished my service
a little over a year ago.

Ah. I knew it when
I spotted you.

I-It's in the shoulders,
how we carry ourselves.

I myself had the distinct honor

of pushing paper
at Fort Shafter.

No kidding. Oahu?

Yeah, yeah, tough gig.

Now I work over at
the Baltimore VA now.

- Now, that is a tough gig.
- Yes.

The system leaves a
lot to be desired.

Boy, is that an understatement.

Hmm.

Listen, Cooper.

I can tell you want him to be
innocent, and I understand.

But we both know that decisions
can't be made based on emotion.

I'm just trying to
do right by him.

Oh, come on, though.

If he didn't do it with
the evidence as is,

he's got to be the
unluckiest SOB in Baltimore.

Unlucky isn't a crime.

You want to do right
by him. What about her?

- Who?
- The victim. Carrie Baker.

If you really don't
believe, based on evidence,

that he killed that woman
beyond a reasonable doubt,

I respect that.

But we never have enough
information in life.

You consider all the
facts that you have,

and you make the
best choice you can.

That's how you do
right by people.

- Hmm.
- You want to save him.

You have it in your eyes.

But you can't save Larry
Nelson from what he's done.

You can't save him from himself.

You served.

And you know you
can't save 'em all.

Please raise your hand if you
believe the defendant is guilty.

Hey. Mr. Cooper?

Here are the rest of the files
the courthouse sent over.

They were sitting outside.

Thank you. Any update
on Malik and Ressler?

Uh, they're still at the cabin.

They sent me scans
of his schematics.

It appears he's targeting a
government building in Baltimore,

but I haven't narrowed
it down from there.

- Thanks, Herbie. Stay on it.
- Yeah.

What the hell?

Ressler.

I think I know the
building that Nelson's targeting.

It's the Attorney General's
office in downtown Baltimore.

It's where the state's
Attorney General,

Christopher Jay, is based.

You're gonna drive directly
to the loading dock

of 200 Saint Peter Place.

Before Christopher Jay was
Maryland Attorney General,

he was a city
prosecutor who sent

an innocent man
away for 25 years.

An innocent man?

You're talking about
Nelson? The Postman?

It's too much to
get into right now,

but I believe that the star
witness in his murder case

all those years
ago was compromised

and that Christopher
Jay let it happen.

If Nelson knows this,
too, then he has a motive

to go after Jay and the
people who work for him.

So it's a revenge play.

Confirm that the Baltimore
AG's office building

matches Nelson's
schematics, and if they do,

call the state police and
pray we're not too late.

Seal it up!

You were right. Larry Nelson
is using the chemical weapon himself.

He's going after the
Maryland Attorney General,

targeting the HVAC system.

Was the Maryland Attorney
General once his prosecutor?

Yes, we've evacuating
the building now,

but we still have a madman

moving through the
city with a bioweapon.

And we have no idea where he is

or what he'll do
if he's cornered.

So you have to figure out how he
plans to get the weapon inside.

He can't walk right
into the AG's office.

The only people who work on
the city's pipes and vents

- are Local 4809.
- A union?

Plumbers and Steamfitters Union.

Who knows? Maybe one of them
might help a madman for a buck.

I'll give their offices a call.

I can do you one better.

I happen to know a few of them,
and they cheat at bowling.

I don't know how they
do that, but they do.

Hands
up! On your knees!

Where the hell am I?

You're in federal
custody, Mr. Nelson.

I'm Harold Cooper.

You may not remember me,
but we've met before.

So, Reddington made a call, huh?

Raymond knows Fred Alonso,
boss of Local 4809.

They repair the HVAC systems
in the city of Baltimore.

Alonso tipped off Raymond

as to who might be delivering
the crate to the building.

Raymond's guys
grabbed the vehicle

and had it delivered here.

What about the weapon?

It's being disassembled now.

They wouldn't let me
watch, but hopefully I can

sneak into evidence before they
get rid of the aerosolization tank

'cause, boy, that has got to be

a beautiful piece
of engineering.

Well, maybe evidence
will let you keep

one of the drones, at least.

Wait. Really?

No.

I'm not signing a confession.

It's not a confession.

It's a 30-year-old transcript
of your old girlfriend's

first conversation
with the police

on the night of
Carrie Baker's murder,

the same conversation that
made her the star witness

against you in court.

That transcript should've
been given to your counsel.

It wasn't.

She doesn't mention me.

At all.

The BPD was investigating
her for drug charges.

The fact that she gave
them a story about you

less than 24 hours
after the murder

and that the prosecution
withheld this information

at trial suggests that she
may have testified against you

as part of a quid-pro-quo deal
orchestrated by the prosecutor.

Hmm. She was scared
to go to prison.

So she sent me instead.

The prosecutor, Christopher
Jay, he had political ambitions,

wanted to improve the
homicide clearance rate,

so he did what he could.

How are you so
familiar with my case?

I was on your jury.

Oh.

So you fell for her story, too.

I voted to convict
because the evidence

was overwhelmingly against you.

Unlawfully so, it seems.

I'm sorry.

I remember.

You were so adamant then
that you were innocent.

Well, I was telling the truth.

We have to hold you accountable
for your new crimes.

Still, I'm gonna
do everything I can

to have the original crime
expunged from your record.

And I'm going to try to hold
Christopher Jay accountable, too.

What difference
does it make now?

It makes all the difference.

Hey, congrats on your
first case, Herbie.

Thank you. Anyone want
to go out, celebrate?

- What were you thinking?
- I know a great bar nearby.

I mean, I'm not
drinking right now.

I have to stay sharp
for a tournament,

but this place has
a really good table.

Maybe you guys would be down
for a little casual game?

I'm sorry. Are you
talking about...

Foosball, yes. Yes, I am.

I'm sorry. I got a phone
call I got to deal with.

Thank you so much, but I
got, like, laundry to do.

Alright. No. I totally get it.

It's not for everybody.
Don't worry about it.

I'll go with you, Herbie.

- What? Really?
- Yes. Why not?

I like soccer.

Why not soccer on a table?

Exactly. Yes.

And just like soccer,
it is deeply technical

and has a growing
fan base in America.

Also, by the way, it
dates back to the 1890s.

Hey. I just got your message.

What's, uh... What's going on?

Yeah, yeah, it's...
It's... It's been, um...

Not good.

It's okay. It's
all part of it.

You know, the thing about,
um, being back in the world

is that, um, people
are watching you.

You may be doing better,

but everybody's expecting
you to mess up, so...

Why not get it over with?

My dealer called.

I blocked his number, but he
got a new phone, and, um...

Just hearing his voice,
it brought me back.

Figured it was gonna
happen anyway, so...

Hmm.

Don, you realize you
just destroyed $400?

And I'll do it again
the next time you call.

And the time after that.

So stop wasting your money.

Excuse me.

Would you mind clearing these

and getting us another
round of coffee?

Thank you.

We're gonna wait here until
the meeting tonight, okay?

I'm not going anywhere,
and neither are you.

Whoa!

I didn't know you knew
how to video call!

No. My friend
Herbie walked me through it.

- Did you open the gift?
- What gift?

Well, there should be a delivery
man on your porch right now.

Hold on!

Now, I know that a lot of
people today are partial

to games with animation,

lights, colors, and sounds.

But this will make you
better at all of them.

Madison doesn't stand a chance.

Oh, my gosh!

It's so cute!

Yeah. I
thought it was cute.

But, Pinkie... I have
no idea how to play.

Well, I'm down a chess partner,

and I thought I could teach
you. But you'll beat me.

Yes, I'll trounce you.

It'll be very dispiriting,
but not for me, of course.

But here's the
thing about chess.

You and your opponent have
the exact same information.

No one is hiding anything.

Everything is right there on
the board and in your head.

I don't know, Agnes.

Even when you think it's
all laid out for you,

Pinkie can be very tricky.

You'll not just have to
think several steps ahead.

You'll be replaying
every move you made

since you began the game.

Playing against him
will make you sharper,

and since this is
practically math homework,

you can play for a little.

Excellent! Okay. So,
let's get you set up.

Now, smoke before fire.

That means the white pieces
move before the black.