All language subtitles for The.Blacklist.S10E15.WEB_

Hey,
are you all right?

What were you doing?

Heads.

Good fortune.

Yeah,
I was really nervous
about telling my sister,

but she just said
that she's happy
I'm in a good place.

And of course,
I made amends to the guy
whose fruit stand I hit.

He's actually
in recovery, too.

Yeah, he gave me some,

some really good things
to think about.

Well, that's great.

How'd it go with Jill?

Well, I-I was, I was
thinking of reaching out

to this buddy of mine
next and--

Come on.
You gotta call your wife.

Well, I'm-I'm working
up to her.

No, what you're doing is
trying to make amends

to everyone
you can think of

except the one person
you hurt the most.

Yeah, hurt doesn't even
begin to describe it.

I know this is hard.

I struggled with it, too,

but it's something
we have to do

if we want to get better.

Do better.

I don't even know
where to begin with her.

Well, at the beginning.

Pick up the phone.
Say hello.

Take it from there.

-Okay?
-Okay.

I think maybe I'll, uh,
I'll invite her to lunch.

You know, lunch is the,

the meal with
the fewest expectations.

Look, no matter what happens,

you can call me
when you're done.

-All right?
-Yeah. I will.

Thank you.

You're a hard man
to get ahold of these days.

Well, now that
we don't have Agent Malik

to act as a go-between.

I was sorry to see her return
to the Post Office.

She turned out to be a very
amiable traveling companion.

Snores, though.

I was hoping she'd stay around
a little longer

so I could set her up
with a sleep doctor I know.

Very difficult to get
an appointment with,

but I once got his wife out
of a terribly awkward situation

in Connecticut,
so he owes me.

I sent her to surveil you,
not make friendship bracelets.

So you're saying
I'll have to rely on you

to pass along the details
about Dr. Matthewson?

I'm saying we need cases.

That's why I am here.

Panabaker let me know
that Hudson's

recruited a powerful ally,
Senator Dorf.

Now he's starting to ask
questions about Task Force 836.

I take it that's us.

Let him ask.

We've done good work.

And you have
greatly compromised
the evidence of that.

I'll take care of Hudson.

Sooner rather than later
we're gonna need to prove

to the government
that we're worth what we cost.

We need to solve new cases
as soon as possible.

The best time to plant a tree
is 20 years ago.

The second best time is now.

Luckily for you,
I have three seedlings.

The first seedling
is the tragedy

at the Wexford
Fertility Clinic.

The temperature controls

at their storage facility
went down.

They suffered a total loss
of the embryos in their care.

Heartbreaking
for all those families,

rumored to be among
Washington's best

and brightest,
if there is such a thing.

And the financial implications
are significant.

Wexford charges over $30,000
per retrieval,

and most couples
do more than one.

So, the lawsuits
will be staggering,

if the clinic is to blame
for the loss, that is.

But I don't believe
they are.

Reddington thinks this is the
work of a sophisticated hacker

who deliberately targeted
the clinic.

IVF can be controversial.

Maybe it's a protest
against the science.

Do we think
it was an attack

against the entire facility,
or particular individuals?

Reddington doesn't know.

We'll need to ask
the hacker personally.

You mentioned Raymond
has three cases.

The hacker did them all?

No.

The next case is
a complicated killer...

All three died
in local hospitals

while undergoing treatment.

The first two patients
that died

mentioned battles with
serious health conditions,

and Gabriel Gear
was over 70.

It seems like all three
of these people died
of natural causes.

Most unnatural,
I assure you.

I believe these patients
were visited

by a so-called
Angel of Mercy.

A doctor who intentionally
kills their patients?

Or nurse.

Angels of Mercy usually say
they were trying

to prevent
their patients' suffering,

but in most cases, the patients
would have pulled through

without their caregiver's
"intervention."

Reddington thinks
that if we look closer...

You'll find
an Angel of Death

stalking the halls of D.C.'s
most prominent hospitals.

And then,
there's your third case.

A case of trust betrayed.

Reddington's
not interested

in the company
who harmed the worker,
he's interested in the lawyer

who settled the suit.

Rebecca Anders.

Successful personal
injury attorney.

Reddington alleges
she's stealing
from her clients.

Most of her settlements
are undisclosed,

but he believes
it's in the millions.

Where's the money going?

There's a question worth

sinking your inquisitive
teeth into.

With the number of lawsuits
she's settled,

she could be
the financial support

behind any number
of nasty schemes.

I'll say it,
it seems like Reddington's

willing to play ball again,

I'm just confused
about what the game is.

Why is he giving us three
Blacklisters at once?

-Are they connected?
-I don't know.

But let's not waste time
looking a gift horse
in the mouth.

With three cases, we'll need
to divide and conquer.

I can review
the medical records

and reach out to some
pathology friends of mine.

That works.

Agent Ressler,
I'd like for you to go talk

to Anders'
most recent client.

Agent Malik, Agent Zuma, that
leaves you with the IVF clinic.

-We're on it, sir.
-Whatever Reddington's up to,

three cases means
three opportunities

to prove our worth.

You can take
all that with you.

It paints
a pretty full picture.

Employee manuals, forklift
certification protocols...

I think there's been
a misunderstanding.

What misunderstanding?

You said the FBI was
looking into negligence.

I've got everything you need
to open a case right there.

I'm here with questions
about Mrs. Anders.

My lawyer?

I'm on two wheels
for the rest of my life

because my boss didn't want
to pay an extra few bucks.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I've got nothing
but good things
to say about her.

Kemp Shipping
didn't want to pay for
industry-standard training,

so she had them pay me.

I sleep great at night
knowing they're out

a million-dollar settlement
because of her.

I'm sorry,
I have to take this.

Are you with her client?

Yeah, I'm here with him now,
but I don't think

I'm gonna get anything
out of him.

I mean, he loves Anders.

She got him
a million dollars.

A million?
He said that, one million?

Yeah, why?

I was calling because
I got ahold of

Kemp Shipping's
General Counsel.

According to their copy
of the settlement,

they agreed to pay him
three-and-a-half million.

If that's true--

We're looking at
some serious felony charges.

We need to bring the lawyer in
for questioning.

You know what I'm thinking?
If this is the real deal...

The other two cases
are just as serious.

And we're just
getting started.

Thank you for coming.

This has been
an absolute nightmare,

but knowing the FBI's involved
is somewhat of a relief.

We've also brought on
Todd Wagner

of Addabbo CommTech.

They manage
our network security.

Anything we can do
to help.

Sandy mentioned
that you think

this might have been
a deliberate attack?

We have intelligence
to suggest that,

but first we'd like to hear
about what happened.

We lost power overnight
in the storm.

Should have been routine,

that's why we have
a backup generator,

but we didn't expect for the
backup generator to also fail.

Embryos are very fragile.

Unfortunately, the alert system
that lets us know

the units aren't maintaining
the proper temperature

also shut down
in the outage.

So the alert system
also went down?

By the time we knew something
was wrong, it was too late.

That's a lot
of coincidences.

Too many.

We need to contact
the Cyber Action Team

to look into
your security network systems.

I'm happy
to show them around.

Believe me,
they're gonna need a guide,

and nobody knows the system
better than me.

I'd also like to see a list
of your patients.

If we can figure out
why you were targeted,

it might also help us
figure out by whom.

I can't release that
without a subpoena,

but if you file for one,
we won't fight it.

You really think
she's a master criminal?

Reddington put her
on the Blacklist.

She must have done
something nefarious

with the money she's stolen.

Let's find out.

I talked to Clive Lewis.

The guy loves you.
Not enough good things to say.

So excited about that million-
dollar settlement you got him.

I won't talk about
that settlement.

And Clive shouldn't be,
either.

He signed an NDA.

That's awfully convenient
for you.

That gives him
no way to ask

why he's getting
a million dollars

when we have
settlement documents

from Kemp Shipping here

agreeing to three-and-a-half.

See?

That's the agreement
from Kemp Shipping.

And that's the one
that Clive gave us.

They're identical,
except for the figure.

You got Clive to sign
the phony one,

and then you forged
his signature on the real one.

Abusing the fact that
he settled out of court

and had no way to verify the
accuracy of what he had signed.

And when we looked into
other cases you've handled,

well, we found
dozens of clients

who were forced
into private arbitration

so their settlement amounts

would never make it
to the press.

And with all your clients
signing NDAs

and no reason
not to trust you,

well, they had no way
of knowing you were
robbing them blind.

You'll have to prove that
in court.

No, we could.
But we'd rather do something

that's well within
your wheelhouse, settle.

-Settle?
-In a manner of speaking.

We want to know who
you're funneling that money to.

I don't understand.

Well, you don't seem to be
sitting on it

anywhere that we can find,

so either you're hiding it
very, very well,

or else you're bankrolling
something... or somebody.

Look, we have you
dead to rights.

It's not a matter of
if you're going to prison,

but for how long.

If you want to inform
on your confederates,

well, maybe we could
work something out.

Fine.

I took the money.

But there's no conspiracy,
unless we're talking about

how much it costs
to get your kids

into a good school
these days.

$20,000 per kid, per year,
and that's just preschool.

It doubles with
every graduation.

Then there's the vacations,
the cars,

my commitment on
the board of Wild Society...

We bought a beach house
last year.

Twenty-five hundred square feet
in Key Biscayne.

But that's it.

I'm being honest when I say
I have no idea

why you think there's
anything more to this.

She's provided documentation
that proves

everything she said
was true.

Anders wasn't funding anything
but her own lifestyle.

Reddington tells us
about a crooked lawyer,

and we go and we look

and we find a crooked lawyer,
case closed?

I know I haven't been around
as long as you guys,

but doesn't it seem
a little open and shut

for a Reddington case?

This feels too simple
for Raymond.

I can't help but suspect
there's another shoe
waiting to drop.

Well, I hear that,

I just don't see
how it belongs to Anders.

We don't know what
Reddington's angle is,

but that's nothing new.

We need to keep working.

We still have two cases
to solve.

If we can close all three,
that's a win in my book.

I just wish we knew
what Reddington was up to.

Congressman Hudson.

Who do you have your eye on?

Wexford Fertility responded
to our subpoena.

That's the list of everyone
who had embryos at the clinic.

So any of the people
on this list

could have been
the target of the hack.

Except, I don't think
it was a hack.

What do you mean?

I just got the report back
from the Cyber Action Team,

and here's the thing,

the attacker shut down
the backup generator remotely,

but not through
unauthorized means.

They exploited a backdoor
in the clinic's
network servers.

It's the type of access point
that companies put in place

to conduct
regular maintenance.

It was very well-hidden.

Our Cyber Team has
cutting-edge resources

and even they
almost missed it.

This is either the work
of a very talented hacker

with even more resources
than the FBI,

or somebody already
in the system.

Who maintains
the security server?

A company called
Addabbo CommTech.

As in Alexander Addabbo?

He's the founder and CEO
of the company. Why?

He and his wife had embryos
destroyed in the attack.

So the man
that owns the company

had his own embryos there?

That can't be a coincidence.

-You think
he was the target?
-Or the attacker.

Either way, we need to talk to
him and find out what he knows.

Hey. How'd it go?
What did Jill say?

I-I... I couldn't face her.

You didn't go?

No, I-I-I had my hand
on the door handle,

and I-I-I saw
the back of her head

and I-I just... I ran away.

Look, I can't do this
for you, all right?

This is something you have
to want to do for yourself.

I do. I-It's just--

Look, I-I still love her
so much, and if...

What if she
doesn't forgive me?

Nothing could get me spinning
out of control more than that.

And-And if that happens,
then, you know,

I don't know what
I'm in recovery for.

You're in recovery for you.

And one conversation with her
won't solve everything,

but you've got to keep
taking steps forward.

It's hard.

Okay, but usually
the hardest things

are the things that
are most worth doing.

Listen, I've got to go.

Remember
our three obits?

Raymond said that they were
put out of their misery

by some demented
Angel of Mercy.

Well, before we put
the cart before the Angel,

or, uh, no.

Should it be before we put
the Angel before the cart--

Herbie, focus.

Right. Before
we can catch a criminal,

we have to prove
that there was a crime.

And to do that, we need to know
how these patients died.

Obtaining medical records
after the fact ain't easy,

but luckily,
I've got friends.

In high places?

More like creepy basements.

That's where
they hide pathologists.

It's so you don't see
a bunch of dead bodies

and the creeps
that work on them
on your way in the door.

Our three victims
were hospitalized

for very different reasons,

cancer treatment,
hip surgery, appendicitis.

But they all died
the same way, cardiac arrest.

Is that surprising?

It's the leading
cause of death in the US.

But yeah,
heart failure happens.

It's why nobody thought
it was weird

when these guys keeled over.

And their autopsies
were pretty unremarkable.

No drugs, no toxins,

nothing in their system
to indicate foul play.

But then I noticed
a weird pattern.

With cardiac arrest, you expect
to see contributing factors...

clogged arteries,
high blood pressure,

the sound of
your mother-in-law's voice...

or is that
just my trigger?

Anyway, check out the box
for secondary cause of death.

Blank on every single form.

I combed over their charts,
no underlying heart problems.

But then
I looked at their meds.

They were all given
potassium chloride.

Isn't that what they use
in lethal injections?

You see where I'm going.

But potassium on its own
isn't lethal.

Our bodies actually need
a certain amount to function,

but it's a delicate balance.

You give someone too much,
too quick,

their heart goes bananas,

before it stops beating
altogether.

If these patients
OD'd on potassium,

wouldn't their autopsies
show that?

Well, when you die,
your red blood cells rupture,

flooding your plasma
with potassium.

So basically,
everyone looks like

they had
an overdose postmortem.

A fatal injection
is impossible to prove,

making it
a pretty ideal drug

if you're a doctor trying
to commit a perfect murder.

So we have our method.

Where's our Angel?

Look through
hospital employee records.

Find out who administered
the potassium,

or could've tampered
with the dose.

Considering what we know
about Angels of Mercy,

and their high body counts,

we could be dealing
with a prolific serial killer.

Always happy to take on a new client, Mr.
Homan.

What can I do for you?

This young woman...
who is she?

I can't reveal
who I work for.

I'm not asking who paid you
for the photos.

I'm asking who's in them.

Well, I'm sorry,
I can't tell you that either.

You know, I consider myself
something of an investigator.

I took the liberty of looking
into you and your life.

I'm sorry,
are you threatening me?

Well, I wasn't going to.

I thought I might be able
to come up with something...

maybe do something nice
for your son.

I hear he's a great
football player.

I don't know,
season tickets, club level.

Something like that.

Or maybe something
for you and your wife.

But you know what?
Screw it.

Maybe it's just easier
to put a hole in your foot.

So who's the girl?

Her name's Abby Ryder.

And what connection does
Abby Ryder have to your client?

I don't know.
He never told me.

But when I found her,
she had gotten herself

into sort of a bad scene.

How bad?

She had been busted
a couple times.

Petty stuff. Um, shoplifting,
a little drugs.

Nothing stuck, but, you know,
those things add up.

She was definitely in
with the wrong crowd.

These are our victims'
care teams,

every doctor, nurse,
or med tech

that could've spiked
their medications.

Remember,
these patients were treated
in different units,

in different hospitals,
so there's basically
no overlap.

Except for one name...
Dawn Jacobus.

She's a "floater" nurse,

so she doesn't have
a specialty.

She just fills in wherever
there's a shortage,

giving her access
to every unit.

She's changed jobs
a lot this year.

It's not unusual for a nurse,
but the timing's suspicious.

Whenever a patient died,

she'd be at a new hospital
within weeks.

There's one
slight problem,

she wasn't on duty when
our third victim passed away.

She clocked out
the night before.

Is it possible she spiked
his IV before she left?

How long would it take
the potassium to kill him?

Depends on the dose,
his age, weight, IV type.

Maybe it took all morning?

Or maybe
our nurse just visited

her favorite patient
on her day off.

The pieces may not fit
together perfectly.

If she's at work right now,

someone's life could be
in serious danger.

- Hey, Emma.
- Good morning.

Melanie Andrews is
out of Intensive Care?

Yeah. She's doing
so much better.

They moved her up here
this morning.

Bless her heart.

I'm just gonna go see
if there's anything I can do

to make her feel more...
comfortable.

Excuse me.
Agent Ressler, FBI.

I need to speak
with a nurse, Dawn Jacobus.

Your Director just called,

but we make it a policy
not to interrupt anyone

in the middle of rounds,
that's how mistakes are made.

I don't think you understand.
What did my boss tell you?

Hello, dear.
How are you feeling?

A bit dehydrated?

I've got something
that'll fix you right up.

I just can't believe--
Are you sure?

-Dawn seems so--
-Where is she now?

She's with a patient, room 303.

I bet you can't wait
to get out of that bed.

Don't worry, I'll have you
in a better place real soon.

Dawn Jacobus?

Oh, my goodness,
you scared me.

No, stop.
Don't touch that.

Step away from the patient.

Wha-- Oh, my goodness.

Mr. Addabbo, Mrs. Addabbo,
we were sorry to hear

about the loss
of your embryos.

Thank you.

I assume anything I say
to the FBI is confidential?

Of course,
whatever you can tell us

that will help
the investigation.

This isn't something
I've admitted to the press.

I had surgery for
testicular cancer last year.

We made our embryos
before the procedure.

So they're not replaceable?

No. They're not.

Can you think of any reason
someone would want

to prevent you
from having children?

Why would you ask that?

We believe that the attack
on the storage facility

was conducted using
an exploit in your software.

You think someone attacked
Wexford just to harm us?

- Maybe.
- -I can't think of anyone.

This must be
a horrible coincidence.

Alexander...

No.

- Aimee, don't.
- Hello?

Can you come to
the conference room, please?

Sure.

There is no way
he could have done this.

You always do this.

You always protect him.

I do not.

Protect whom?

What's going on, Dad?

"Dad"?

You are
Alexander Addabbo's son,

but you go by Wagner?

I never wanted to be accused
of nepotism,

so I use my mother's name.

Is that a crime?

We talked to Sandy Roberts.

She said you were the one
who approached Wexford

about using Addabbo
for their network security.

Even gave her a great deal.

I brought in an account.

It's a little outside
your purview, though, isn't it?

A CTO is supposed
to improve the tech,

not drum up new clients.

Unless there was
a special reason

you wanted Wexford
to use your system?

It's the IVF clinic
where your parents
have embryos, right?

My parents?

That bimbo is practically
young enough to be my daughter.

It's disgusting thinking
of them procreating,

even a test tube.

That's why you attacked
the clinic?

Because you were disgusted?

-No. I--
-But you did attack them?

It wasn't an attack, really,

since you already had a key
to the backdoor.

You waited for a storm to give
you the blackout you needed,

and then let yourself in.

Only you weren't
counting on the FBI

to come knocking as well.

I've worked my entire
adult life for my father.

He wrote the foundational code
that started CommTech,

but I'm the one who kept us
relevant in the 21st century.

I'm not gonna split half
of everything I've worked for

with a couple cells
in a petri dish.

You know, Todd, it takes
a lot to build a family.

My own mother was willing
to sacrifice anything.

When I think about all those
families and their dreams,

about what was lost,

what you destroyed
for money...

You should be glad
you're talking to me
and not my mother,

because she would've left you
broken and bleeding.

I need about 20 minutes.

Won't be a problem, Mr. Homan.

And the other drivers?

I radioed everyone
on my route.

You're all set.

Thank you for the, uh--

Contribution to
the pension fund.

Right, pension fund.

Guess I can finally afford
to retire.

- Harold.
- I'll be brief.

There's not much to say
about these

Blacklisters you gave us.

The crooked lawyer's probably
making bail as we speak.

Our suspect in the IVF case is
on his way to central booking.

And we're about to interrogate
the Angel of Mercy.

I'm glad to hear it.

I guess many hands
do make light the work.

That's not my point.

These cases, I don't know
how else to say it,

they weren't
that hard to solve.

Not for a crack team
like yours, anyway.

Can we skip to the part

where you tell me
what this is really about?

Must go, Harold.

Talk soon.

Has the 56 come yet?

You just missed it.

I'm sure another will be
along shortly.

Well, you were only at Memorial
for what, three months, right?

Why the sudden transfer
to St. Damian's?

Better rate, better hours.

It had nothing
to do with Navin?

Navin Mahadevan?
You remember him, right?

Of course. That poor man.

I've lost patients before,

but with him,
it was a terrible shock.

Did you know that
when a veterinarian

euthanizes a dog with, say,
a shot of potassium,

they always put the dog
under first.

Why do you think
they do that?

Well, I suppose with
that much potassium,

enough to stop the heart,
it'd be pretty painful.

Navin was in a lot of pain,
wasn't he?

I don't see the connection
with that.

It says right here
in your notes.

"Patient complained of pain
at the IV injection site."

You prescribed lidocaine.

Oh, sure.

But those infusions
can be uncomfortable.

Everyone has a different
pain tolerance.

I didn't want him to suffer.

With the amount of potassium
you were pumping into him,

it must've felt like
liquid fire going up his arm.

Excuse me?

See, they call people
like you Angels of Mercy,

but you don't seem
very merciful to me.

Oh, my God.

Is that what you think?

That I killed
my own patients?

What's the emergency?

-I almost, uh--
-You need to hear this.

We might have
jumped the gun.

What does that mean?

I tested the nurse's
IV bag from today.

Ten milliequivalents
of potassium.

It's totally harmless.

So I looked
at the other samples
from the bags

recovered from the dispensary,
most of them tested fine.

But then this one...

it has 10 times more potassium
than the label says it does.

Enough to kill someone.

We didn't expect her to spike
every IV in the place.

Only the ones for, you know,
"special" patients.

Yeah, except she never
touched this bag.

Nobody did.

It was sitting on a shelf,
sealed inside a box.

How is that possible?

These IV bags aren't prepped
at the hospital.

They come pre-mixed
from a drug company,

Kolbeck Medical Solutions.

Ironically, nurses use
pre-filled bags

to avoid overmedicating
by mistake.

Which happens more
than you think.

Wait, so they had a bag
of liquid death

sitting on their shelf,

all because some factory
messed up?

It's not
an Angel of Mercy.

These patients are dying

because of
a manufacturing error.

Where
the hell's the bus?

There's usually
another one by now.

Late for class?

You look like
you're freezing.

You're not wearing enough.

Yeah, no, I'm not.

Criminology? Fascinating.

Is that
what you're studying?

Oh.

Yeah.

And I have a test later,
if I can get to campus.

SIU?

That's a good school.

Some notable alumni.

Really?

My whole class seems destined
for middle management.

There's lots
of people you'd...

Well, one might know.

Steve James the documentarian,
Hoop Dreams.

Well, there's the great
Civil Rights leader

and comedian, Dick Gregory.

I don't know...

Oh, well,
your Congressman then,

Arthur Hudson.

Who's he?

You don't know?

When I said his name,
you looked like--

I don't follow politics,
or politicians.

That's strange.

Why is that strange?

Because he's following you.

What do you want?

I want to understand.

Tell me how you know
Arthur Hudson.

How do I know him?

He ruined my life.

Did our theory
check out?

We've pulled stock
from five metro area hospitals.

I haven't
tested everything yet,

but I've already
found half-a-dozen
mis-filled IV bags.

All from the same company,
Kolbeck Medical Solutions.

So there might be
more victims.

Look, this case could be bigger
than we ever thought.

I've alerted my contact
at the FDA.

Drug Security and Response
will handle the recall,

but Agents Ressler and Malik,
you get over to Kolbeck.

We need to understand what went
wrong on that factory floor.

I was 12
when my parents got convicted.

Whatever they had
went to the lawyers.

They should've
saved their money.

My mom got 11 years.

My dad went down for 20.

Who took care of you?

Uh, I lived with my Grandma
for a while, but she died,

and there was no one else,
so I ended up in the system.

Didn't really seem like anyone
cared what happened to me.

But someone must've,

'cause these packages
would show up

at whatever foster home
I was in,

a new winter coat
or stuff for school.

But then I turned 18,

and I wasn't
the state's problem anymore.

So, you lost
any kind of support.

Most kids like me
end up homeless,
or in jail, or...

whatever.

That's when you met
Arthur Hudson?

What? No.

You said
he ruined your life.

Eight years ago.

When he worked in
the US Attorney's Office.

He put my parents in prison.

But he didn't think I should
have to be punished, too.

So he sort of
looked out for me.

Checked in
with my case manager,
sent me stuff.

The new clothes,
things for school?

Yeah,
those were from him.

But when I aged out, he didn't
know what happened to me.

That's why he hired
the private investigator.

He was looking for you
so he could help you.

Yeah.

He took care of some bills,
got me back in school.

Things aren't perfect
or anything,

but I guess it's just nice
to have him around.

I'm just trying
to make a life.

A better one.

Is that what you expected
to hear?

No. It isn't.

It's a pleasant surprise.

I'm glad you have someone
in your corner.

Kolbeck's been in business
for 70 years.

Our reputation for delivering
high-quality medical products

is above reproach.

You mean, except for that pile
of IV bags sitting on my desk.

You know, the ones with the
fatal dose of potassium in it?

Fatal is
a matter of opinion.

I'm not here
to litigate the case.

I just wanna know what
went wrong at your plant.

We're still trying
to figure that out.

So you didn't know there was
an issue with your machinery?

That it was overfilling
random IV bags?

Of course not.

If we had, we would've ordered
an immediate recall.

Or maybe you did notice
there was a problem

and you just didn't want
to damage that,

you know,
spotless reputation of yours.

Are you calling me a liar?

Either that or incompetent,

and I don't know
which is really worse.

Sorry to interrupt,

but I just had a chat
with one of your technicians.

According to his logs,
you shut down

for a full recalibration
last October,

exactly one week
after the tainted IV bags

were shipped out.

I don't like what you're
insinuating, young lady.

Was I insinuating?

How rude of me.

What I meant was,
this timing looks really,

really bad for you.

I'm sure Mr. Walden
can explain this.

Matt, go ahead.

Um, hi.

Matt Walden,
Product Standards Manager.

It sounds like
the technician you spoke to

must've been confused.

Yes, we did shut down,

but it was just regular
scheduled maintenance.

Nothing special.

We'll be sure
to look into that.

Thanks, Matt.

Yes, and thank you both
for coming up here.

Next time, we'll be meeting
through our lawyers.

You're gonna need 'em.

You know, mistakes like this
don't happen in a vacuum.

Someone's negligence
caused innocent people

to suffer and die.

And if we find out
that you knew
your products were tainted,

and didn't order a recall,

then everyone
in that decision chain

will be answering
to the FBI.

He seemed a little guilty.

Maybe a little.

Shh, shh, shh.

Over here.

I shouldn't even
be talking to you,

but I don't get paid enough
to go to prison.

Guarantee my immunity,

and I'll blow this thing
wide open.

The CEO knew.

His techs found
the problem months ago.

Less than one percent
of the IV bags were affected.

Yeah, but they'd
already shipped out
hundreds of thousands.

He wouldn't agree
to a recall

without a thorough
cost/benefit analysis.

If Raymond hadn't
turned us on to this case,

it's possible no one ever would
have made the connection.

That's what the CEO
was banking on.

Literally banking.

I wonder
what he's thinking now?

All that money might've
kept him out of prison,

but a homicide charge
is pretty hard to live down.

What about
the rest of these...

Well, I'm not gonna even
call them Blacklisters.

Three indictments,
not exactly a waste of time.

But what did Reddington
promise us?

An infamous hacker,
a serial killer,

a lawyer orchestrating
a vast conspiracy.

Instead, we got a son
squabbling over
his inheritance,

a CEO who valued profits
over safety,

and a lawyer who's
betraying her clients

to line her own pockets.

All criminals for sure,

but hardly rising to the level
of this task force.

So why these cases?

What's Reddington
getting out of it?

Well, maybe he wanted to
keep us busy chasing our tails

so we couldn't
keep tabs on him.

So he just looked through
a pile of cases

and chose three rejects?

Is he ever that random?

Nothing he does is random.

Wait, stop.
Go back one.

Wild Society...
I've heard of that somewhere.

They do amazing work
to protect species
biodiversity.

Wait, look who else
is in that photo.

That's Todd Wagner.

And that's
Rebecca Anders.

"Wild Society
Board of Directors
pose for winter gala.

All proceeds to benefit
the charity..."

A shady lawyer,
a corrupt CEO,

and an ungrateful heir walk
into a party...

How does that joke end?

With someone punching them
in the face?

Now I'm more confused
than ever.

Is this charity the connection

that Reddington really
wanted us to find?

Maybe our real investigation
has only just begun.

I understand
your board held

an emergency meeting
last night?

Our ad hoc board.

The three individuals
you arrested have been

removed indefinitely,
pending investigation.

And our legal team
is advising us

on the inherent
financial considerations.

And how many people
are giving?

We have about
six million contributors,

here and abroad.

I've actually prepared
a binder for you.

Obviously,
it's not everyone.

But these are
our major donors.

What about this one?

There's no name.

Right.

Well, big gifts can garner
a lot of publicity.

That's the appeal
for some donors.

That one in particular,
he's quite discreet.

Wasn't interested
in naming rights

or a seat on the board.

The only time
he showed his face
was at our wind farm in Baja.

He wanted to speak
with the engineers

about some advancement
in turbine rotors.

His name?

Please understand,

he has been foundational
to our growth this last decade.

We're in the final stages
of accepting a gift from him

that would carry us
into the next century.

I'm not willing
to jeopardize any of that.

You should know,
I already filed a subpoena
for your records.

I don't mean that
as some kind of threat,

but I'm gonna need
this information either way.

Let's be honest,

your donor would want
to clear up any conflicts

before he gave a gift
of this size anyway.

You're right.

This is for
internal use only.

It's the first name there.

Mr. Homan, Steven.

Steve Homan?

-Yes, do you know him?
-I know of him.

He's gonna take Wild Society
into the next century?

Assuming he still wants
to honor his pledge.

That's why Reddington
gave us this case?

So we'd clean house
at some charity

before he dropped
a big donation?

How'd he even know
the board members were corrupt?

Well, they're not exactly
master criminals,

and Raymond's
a thorough vetter.

I mean,
before he hired me,

he called the lady
that cut my hair.

So we're back to being
Reddington's errand boys.

At least it was
for a worthy cause.

That should
make us feel good.

Hey, you're right.
I do feel good.

Hey, I was worried.

Sorry I didn't call you back.

J-Jill and I were...
were up all night talking.

Did she forgive you?

Well, she has conditions.

You know, but I would donate
my left kidney for that woman.

After what you put
that kidney through,

I don't know
who would want it.

Yeah. Hey, seriously,
Don, thank you.

Oh, thank yourself.

-You're the one who did it.
-Come on, man.

Without you, I would still be
sitting in my car

having a panic attack.

I actually am in my car,
but I'm not panicking.

And-And that's all you.

You really helped me.

Well, I'm here for you,
all right? Anytime.

Are you destroying evidence,

or are you getting rid
of your photo albums?

I thought I unearthed

our Honorable Congressman's
secret shame.

But no, it just seems
that some things
are best left alone.

Really?

You surprise me.

Well, not every nut's
meant to be cracked.

The Brazil nut, for instance.

People go for the almonds,
the cashews, pistachios,

but look at the bottom
of every bowl

and there lies
the poor Brazil nuts,
untouched.

Just like Arthur Hudson.

Will you still think of him
that way

if he's the reason
your life falls apart?

So what if he is?

Who am I
to hold up my life

and work against his life
and his work?

After what I heard yesterday,
hell, I'd vote for the guy.

Is that why you're suddenly
giving everything away?

Ah, so you figured it all out?

-Is that it?
-Not really.

The Wild Society is
a noble cause, but--

But we lose one species
every hour on earth.

That's a grim metric
to mark the passage of time.

Then I think about Agnes,

and how much
has she already lost?

You know, what will still
be here when she's grown?

I've done everything I can
to safeguard her future,

but some forces are well beyond
even my considerable control.

So, I'm giving it up to others.

Perhaps my gift will help
slow the clock down,

so she can enjoy more
of what the world has to offer.

I'm sure that will have
a huge impact,

but last week, you were
selling off your possessions.

Now, you're donating
half your wealth--

I've never been a miser.

Yes, you've always been
very generous,

but not like this.

It's just money, Dembe.

So it doesn't mean anything?

You just saw what happens
when people forget

how meaningless it really is.

You mean
the three Blacklisters?

They had power,
respect, freedom,

and they threw it all away
for one more dollar.

People have to know
when enough is enough.

And if you find yourself
hanging on too tight,

well, time to let go.

Okay.

But is everything all right?

Everything is all relative.

And "all right" is
definitely relative.

Raymond...

Everything is fine, Dembe.

I'm fine.