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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.

I told you to stop calling me.

I know what you're about to do.

You're headed to the
DA's office, right?

Turn around. You're
making a mistake.

No, I'm doing what's right.

I'll be fine. I've
secured another position.

The one at DuPont?

Two short phone
calls, three max,

I can make that offer go away.

Do what you want. Nothing
will change my mind.

Let's play this out.

You take whatever it is you
think you have to the DA,

and then I call Ron,
who's a personal friend,

and tell him this case
is not worth his time.

Who do you think he listens
to in this scenario?

Me. Because I did him
a favor a while back.

A favor that saved his marriage.

You wouldn't be on the phone
right now if it were that easy.

How is your dear little
Maggie, by the way?

Peanut allergy, right?

Gosh, those things are so tough.

Mistakes must
happen all the time.

I heard she went into
anaphylaxis in 2019.

That must have been terrifying.

I guess you just have
to hope her little body

would survive something
like that again.

You're a sick, sick woman.

Put your family first.

This crusade is not
your passion, they are.

You stay away from my family.

Looks like he's leaving.

I've done everything I can.

You need to get those documents.

What exactly are
you asking me to do?

Whatever needs to be done.

He spotted me.
He's trying to lose me.

Well, go after him.

- What's going on?
- The dude crashed.

I don't care. We
need those papers.

Figure it out.

Negative. Cops are on site.

I'm not taking
that kind of heat.

This is what you're hired for.

- We need those papers.
- I'm sorry.

I'm out of here.

Senator Panabaker,
Director Cooper,

this is Representative Hudson.

How do you do?

I appreciate you both

being able to meet
on such short notice.

Look, Clayton, I have
time for formalities

like I have time for
long walks on the beach.

You got us here.
What's this about?

Well, Arthur and I
have some questions

about your FBI task force,

and no one seems to
be able to answer.

I mean, we had a heck of a
time even getting your name,

- Director Cooper.
- That's intentional.

The nature of our work
is highly classified.

Oh, I understand that, really.

And from what little information

I've been able to glean,

it seems that
you've helped close

some of Main Justice's
biggest cases.

That's impressive.

However, it doesn't explain
your exorbitant budget.

$282.7 million last
year alone, to be exact.

That's still less than 3%
of the FBI's overall budget.

It's an awful lot for
a single task force.

How is your budget
being allocated,

and what is it
exactly that you do?

We work with gathered
intelligence to detain

and apprehend criminal
suspects around the world.

Criminals that
wouldn't otherwise be

on the FBI's radar.

We've thwarted
terrorist attacks,

stopped assassinations,

disbanded global conspiracies,

exposed human-trafficking rings

domestically and overseas.

Specifics. We want specifics.

You must have internal case
files that break it all down.

Of course.

I'm just not at liberty
to divulge those.

Says who?

Alright, Congress and
the American people

deserve to know where their
tax dollars are going.

Give me a break, Clayton.

It's a nice sales pitch,

but we both know too
much government oversight

can be harmful to the FBI's
ability to work covertly.

You don't just get to operate
in the blind, Cynthia.

Harold's task force

does incredibly important work.

The funding is being well spent.

You have my word.

Well, we'll see how your word
holds up in front of a judge.

Now, unless one of you
is willing to elaborate,

I think we're done here.

I appreciate you
defending us in there.

It means a lot, which
makes this harder to say.

Our case files have
been compromised.

What the hell does that mean?

When Reddington was
alone in the post office

during the Wujing incident,

he gained access to
our computer network

and removed any
mention of himself

from our permanent records.

He... What?

How could you keep this from me?

Cynthia, I apologize.

But at the time,
omitting this information

and carrying on
with our casework

- seemed like the right thing...
- I defended you!

I always defend you.

If a judge allows them
to subpoena those files

and they've clearly
been tampered with,

both of our careers
will be on the line.

Not to mention the
fact that you've barely

had any convictions this year,
just a bunch of prison breaks

and dead bodies splayed
out on the floor.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Is it? You fix this.

I don't know how,
but you fix it.

Harold, why so glum?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because I've got a senator

and congressmen
breathing down my neck

trying to get
access to our files.

Files that have been
significantly compromised

because of you.

Well, we've found ourselves
under siege before.

Perhaps it's time yet
again to hunker down,

take a moment, and
let it blow over.

Actually, it's not
going to blow over.

They've secured a hearing
before a judge for today.

Then we let the
wheels of justice

grind at their characteristic
snail's pace and be fine about it.

Are you hearing
anything I'm saying?

The future of this task
force is on the line.

I need you to start giving
us substantial cases again.

Cases that can demonstrate

to the Justice
Department and Congress

that we get results
and can justify

our significant expenditures.

We've always had a
"we scratch your back,

you scratch ours" arrangement.

But now I'm not so sure.

Well, perk up.

I have a few new
ideas to discuss

that will scratch
everyone's back.

First, I need you to look
into this container ship.

It's scheduled to arrive
at the port of Baltimore.

This is the hull number.

In the meantime,

I have another case of
the utmost priority.

Blair Foster,
Washington, D.C.'s

most infamous fixer.

If corruption is what Dorf
and Hudson are looking for,

then let's shine a light
under every rock in town

and show them what real
corruption looks like.

Ms. Foster has a
legitimate law practice,

but her real stock-in-trade

is her off-the-books
private services.

She's stealthy, discreet,

has a way of burying scandals

before the corpses
are even cold.

I know of Ms. Foster.

Her reputation
certainly precedes her.

Bureau's been trying to
build a case against her

for years to no avail.

Well, one of her biggest clients

is corporate giant Moder & Sons.

There have been
whispers in recent years

of carcinogenic materials

in some of their
consumer products.

And I believe the only reason

no lawsuit has ever come
to fruition is Foster.

She runs a legitimate boutique
law firm employing lawyers,

legal aides, clerks,
and investigators,

but they rarely file cases.

Strange, given the power
and influence they wield.

And when they do,

the cases almost always
settle or go away.

She employs a disproportionate
number of investigators

for a firm this size.

So it's her work as a fixer
that keeps the lights on?

It appears so.

Most recently, Reddington
believes that Foster

is responsible for
the car accident

of a mid-level employee at
the Moder & Sons corporation.

Why would she care about
mid-level employees?

Reddington suspects it was
her effort to silence him

on some internal
matter at Moder & Sons.

Luckily, the man,
Lawrence Whitaker,

survived the accident.

This may be just what we need.

If the scandals Foster
buried are as explosive

as Reddington claims
and we unearth them,

then Hudson and Dorf
and all the rest of D.C.

will have bigger
fish to fry than us.

Ressler, Malik, visit
Whitaker at the hospital.

See what you find.

We're so sorry

you're going through
this, Mrs. Whitaker.

The impact from the crash
caused a subdural hematoma,

but he should be off
the ventilator soon.

I still can't believe
this happened.

He's usually such
a cautious driver.

He's just been under
so much stress at work.

We have reason to
believe that your husband

may have been in possession

of some damaging material
about Moder & Sons.

Is that true?

He found out something
he wasn't supposed to.

He said that he couldn't
talk about it yet

and that he might not be
working there much longer.

Were they threatening
to fire him?

I think they were
trying to push him out.

He started to get paranoid
leading up to the accident.

He said that people
were following him

outside the house and work.

I never saw anyone.

But he swears he did.

I wish I knew more.

We'll look into it.

See if we can find out
if he was being followed.

In the meantime, we'll station
an officer outside the door.

Just call us when he wakes up.

Hi, it's Emily Larson.

The FBI is here questioning
Mr. Whitaker's wife.

Of course they are.

What about Whitaker's
personal effects?

Did you find the documents
I'd asked you about?

They'd be in a messenger bag.

I went through everything.

I'm sorry. There's
nothing here.

Where the hell is it?

Larry Whitaker's wife told us

he believed he was being
followed leading up

to the day of the accident.

I pulled the security footage

from buildings
nearby Moder & Sons.

Over the past week, including
the day of the crash,

the same vehicle
with the same driver

was stationed outside.

Were you able to run the plates?

The District of Columbia

doesn't have registration
for the vehicle.

We've had no luck with
facial recognition.

I've run it through
all our databases,

and it's like he's a ghost.

If he's done the
fixer's dirty work,

someone in criminal world
should be able to ID him.

I think we should get
this over to Raymond.

I agree. He's still in town.

Take it to him over
at the warehouse.

See if he can help.

I couldn't place it.

But I swear I recognize
him from somewhere.

Maybe Panama when we were
doing contracting for Hector?

Could be.

Certainly looks familiar.

You don't have a name?
Not even an alias?

No.

But after viewing the footage,

I'm convinced he's military.

His protocols and procedures,

the way he surveils...

Don't laugh. Wait
till you're my age.

First the knees, then the eyes.

Tell that to my right shoulder.

Did you see the
tattoo on his finger?

Those numbers can mean anything.

Or something.

The Black Wasps are
identified as 4895.

He could be Cuban
special forces.

- You should reach out to Manny.
- Manny.

Ah, Dembe, we should
hang out more.

I miss us.

Remember that night
in Saint-Tropez

with Thomas and Yvette?

What a gas.

Oh, my gosh, Yvette.

I tried to forget.

Excuse me. You're on speaker.

Whitaker just woke up.

We're heading out.

- Any luck on the ID?
- We're working on it.

I'll report back soon.

I better get going.

I guess I better get going, too.

Get going where?

Havana.

Raymond, just call Manny.

These things are always
better handled in person.

I had requested some research
files from a few years back

of some of our products.

I'm in quality control,

and I stumbled quite
accidentally upon a study

that stated that Spring 'N Shine

unequivocally contained
carcinogenic compounds.

What's "Spring 'N Shine"?

It's the number-one
multi-purpose cleaner

on the market for
11 years running.

Which is why I was
surprised to find the study.

But Moder & Sons
buried the report.

They didn't even try to
recall the toxic product.

Bottles of it had been
in circulation for years

after the study was completed.

People died...

Children.

I couldn't, in good
conscience, remain silent.

So what did you do?

I told a co-worker who
I thought I could trust,

that I was thinking of going
public with what I found.

And the very next day,

Blair Foster was
standing in my office.

Did she try to intimidate you?

Not at first.

She was friendly.

We spoke about family.

When she heard that my daughter
was wait-listed at Sidwell,

she said that she
could get her in

with a healthy
financial-aid package.

So, she was trying to bribe you.

Do you have any proof?

She never put
anything in writing.

It was all very, uh, casual.

And when I didn't take the bait,

she started to threaten me.

Subtly,

then not so subtle.

And she thought
that the evidence

of the study was destroyed.

But I downloaded and
printed out a copy

before they wiped the server.

Do you have a copy of
that report on you?

No, it's in my car.

Oh, man.

Little help, please.

One minute.

That was work-related.

How can I help you?

I got in an accident yesterday.

I was told my car
got towed here.

All right, I just
need your license.

I lost it in the accident.

I have my registration, though.

It's my corporate car.

I'm very sorry, sir,

but I do need a valid
license with a photo.

Listen, it's been a
really rough 24 hours.

My laptop and work
stuff are in there.

My car's totaled.

Can't you just help a guy out?

It's from Herbie.

He spoke to local PD.

Mr. Whitaker's car

is at M Street
Towing in Southwest.

He sent me the address.

FBI.

Hi. Can I help you?

Agents Ressler and Malik.
We need to locate a vehicle.

It's a black Mercedes
registered to a Larry Whitaker.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

He just came by to
grab his things.

He's probably still here.

Huh. The guy was just here.

So was his bag. Now it's gone.

Senator Dorf, I've
received your motion

to compel the Bureau to
comply with your subpoena

seeking documents
related to the budget

and casework of Task Force 836.

I see that both parties have
submitted extensive documents.

Anything I need to
know before we dive in?

To reiterate, Judge Hurban,

our refusal to turn over
records to Senator Dorf

isn't an attempt to
obfuscate what our team does

or how we allocate our funds.

It's an attempt to
protect my agents

and our sources,
plain and simple.

All of their lives
could be in danger

if the nature of our
work was made public.

And as a
sitting member of Congress

who's privy to more details

than most regarding FBI
Task Force number 836,

I wholeheartedly endorse

Assistant Director
Cooper's position.

Senator Dorf,
Representative Hudson.

Any final remarks?

Oversight on law enforcement

is a necessary
check and balance.

It's our responsibility,

especially in this
current political climate,

when we've seen what can happen

when law-enforcement agencies'
authority goes unchecked.

We're simply asking
for transparency.

While I hear you, Senator,
my job is not to be concerned

with the current political
climate. Only facts.

I think I have
everything I need.

I will try to be expeditious.

Hola, Manny.

Red!

Como estas, my brother?

Well.

You seem very well.

I guess I've got some
catching up to do.

So what brings you here?

I have something

I really want to show you.

You flew all the way to Cuba

to show me some
old boxing gloves?

Yeah, well, they
are old, in fact,

almost 50 years old.

They haven't been used
since the '76 Games.

Those aren't...
They can't be...

I know they are, and they can.

Teofilo Stevenson's
gloves from one

of his iconic
Olympic performances.

I remember years
ago, you told me

how your father would
pile you and your brothers

in the back of his Chevy Bel Air

and take you over to
the Esquela de Boxeo

to watch Stevenson train.

You told me you'd sit
there for hours on end,

just totally mesmerized.

He was something to behold.

So skilled with his feet,
especially for a heavyweight.

A hero among men.

Man, those are some

of the best memories
of my whole life.

Well, they're all yours...

if you can help
me with this guy.

I need an ID and location.

I suspect he's a
former Black Wasp.

I can't. Too dangerous.

You mess with guys like that,

you end up with a
bullet in your head.

Where's your sense of adventure?

And you can't at least put
out some feelers for me?

The last time I tried
to help you ID someone,

you shot two of my police
contacts in front of me.

I should have known
you had an agenda.

It's probably why Weecha
left you for Adolfo.

Left me? She didn't leave me.

It's considerably more
complicated than that.

Who told you, anyway?

Straight from the horse's mouth.

Weecha comes through here a lot.

Always comes in for a drink.

She gets mail here. She calls.

Well, if you change your mind,

I'll be in town overnight
in that little inn

a block over from
Callejon de Hamel.

As for the gloves,

once they leave Cuba with me...

they don't come back.

Oh, if you happen to
talk to Weecha, please,

tell her where she can find me.

Richard, please come in.

We need to talk. Now.

Could you give Mr. Moder and
me a moment alone, please?

The FBI is at our offices

asking questions with a warrant.

I think you were handling this.

I am.

Whitaker somehow
got on their radar,

but we secured the report.

Without it, there's
no case. We're safe.

What about Dr. Feinberg?
He wrote the report.

We have his NDA.
We're covered.

Do you think he's
gonna honor that NDA

now that there's a
federal investigation?

I don't want any loose ends.

He needs to be taken care of.

There are smarter ways
out of all of this.

What if I could get
the investigation

to go away altogether?

How on earth would you do that?

You need to trust me.

I told you this
is gonna be clean,

and it will be.

Just let me do my job.

I really appreciate

you showing up for me today.

Of course. You're doing great.

- Alright? See you next week?
- Yeah, I'll be here.

And if I'm not, dear
God, come find me.

Agent Ressler.
I'm Blair Foster.

But you already know
who I am, don't you?

I know you don't drink,

so why don't I buy
you a cup of coffee?

If you want to talk,
we can do it here.

Besides, the coffee's free.

I just wanted to
take a private moment

to let you know
that Moder & Sons

intends to fully cooperate
with your investigation.

We care deeply about our
employees and consumers.

Well, you don't seem
to care too deeply

about Larry Whitaker.

Larry Whitaker is
a troubled man.

He started spreading damaging
lies about the company

after he'd been passed
over for a promotion.

He was embittered by a system

where he was no
longer advancing.

I tried to reason with him,
but I can't help someone

who doesn't want
to help himself.

Rich Moder is one
of the most ethical

and thoughtful CEOs
I've ever come across.

And trust me, I've worked
with a lot of them.

If he's so ethical,
then why would he have

knowingly allowed carcinogenic
materials to stay on store shelves?

That's a fictitious
narrative being driven

by a man who is
unhappy and unhinged.

This isn't gonna go anywhere.

This is a waste of your time.

You're meant for something
so much bigger than all this.

- I've done my homework on you.
- Well, clearly.

You found me at my NA meeting.

Son of a cop who was
killed in the line of duty.

The son goes on to become
a successful FBI agent.

You've had an impressive career.

Anyway, it got me to thinking

there's an empty
congressional seat

in the 13th District in Michigan

that represents Detroit.

They want somebody
tough on crime.

I think you would be perfect.

A hometown hero returns.

Me? A Congressman?

I know.

That's a wild idea, right?

But I'm rarely wrong once
I get a read on someone.

And I could help you
through the process.

First, you'd need
to drop everything

and clear your schedule.

No, I'm not dropping anything.

Agent Ressler, in Congress,

you could reach so
many more people.

You could make a
real difference.

You know, Ms. Foster,
you are worth every penny

those corporate
schmucks pay you.

I'll give you that.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got to get back to my office.

Thank you for calling me, Manny.

There he is. Red.

I just had the most absolutely

mouthwatering boliche.

Boliche is a bit heavy

for the middle of the day, no?

I'm finding I prefer
my dinner at lunch,

a light supper in the evening,

drinks at both.

I assume you've had a
change of mind, yes?

I want to see the gloves again.

Come on. All right.

There they are.

The name.

Julian Flores. And
you were right.

He was Special Forces.

He's in Falls Church, Virginia,
living under an alias.

I'll text you the address.

You're not gonna
hurt him, are you?

Why?

I kind of know his
uncle. I like the guy.

He'll be just fine.

You know, I was gonna give
those to you either way.

What can I say?

I'm a sucker for a
sentimental story.

I appreciate that, Red.

Manny, did you happen
to talk to Weecha

since I saw you yesterday?

I did not.

Well, next time you do,

would you mind
giving her a message?

Do you have a pen?

Here you go.

Agent Ressler,
is everything okay?

You were gone a lot
longer than usual.

That's because I was
with Blair Foster.

- She ambushed my NA meeting.
- Wait, what?

Did she say anything
incriminating?

Uh, no.

No, she steps right up to
the line without crossing it.

She's bold. She's
not afraid of anyone.

Well, while you were out
with our blacklister,

we think we may have
ID'd the researcher

who wrote the report.

Dr. Samuel Feinberg.

He's a researcher at
Redlands Chemical Institute.

And according to their
head of research,

Feinberg conducted several
studies for Moder & Sons

over a seven-year period.

But his relationship with
them ended abruptly in 2017,

which is the same
year the report

Whitaker found was
supposedly written.

So what, they stopped
working with him

because he concluded that their
all-star product causes cancer?

That's what we're thinking.

It's not a sure bet, but
it's the best lead we've got.

Malik, Ressler, go
talk to Dr. Feinberg.

Not only is he our last
chance to get some proof,

but he may be in
danger if Moder & Sons

see him as a threat.

And we could use a win
because I'm just getting word

Judge Hurban has
made her decision.

Excuse me.

- Are you Dr. Samuel Feinberg?
- Yes.

Agents Ressler and Malik, FBI.

May we come in?

Of course. I was
expecting you.

This is my attorney,
Blair Foster.

I'd like her to be present
for our conversation.

Agent Ressler, long time no see.

Mr. Feinberg, as you
may already know,

we're conducting an
investigation into Moder & Sons.

We understand you did some
research for them at Redlands.

It feels like ages
ago now, but, yes.

To be more specific, we're
interested in a 2017 study

where you concluded that

there was carcinogenic material
in some of their products.

That's not correct.

Are you saying that you didn't do
a study in 2017 on Spring 'N Shine?

I did do a
study, but I never finished it.

The data was unsound.

We have a witness who's
willing to go on record

saying he saw a
report of the study,

a complete and very damning
one for Moder & Sons.

And if this
report comes to light,

and it comes out that you lied

during a federal investigation,

well, that could end
very poorly for you.

You understand?

If you have any more questions,

you can direct them to
Ms. Foster's office.

I don't have
anything more to say.

He lied right to our
faces like it was nothing.

She promised him something.

Apparently, it was
worth the threat

of a federal prison sentence.

I tried to get ahold of Harold,

but I had to settle
for the second string.

I really hope there's a
point to this phone call

other than to insult me.

Donald, I can't think
of a better point

than to insult you,

but I suppose this will
have to do for the moment.

I'm calling because I have a
gift for you at the warehouse.

Ms. Foster's operative,
Mr. Julian Flores of Havana.

He's waiting and
he's ready to talk.

How'd you manage that?

Cost me seven favors at
Immigration Services.

It's not so simple to get stamps

on asylum papers these days.

Seven favors?

What'd you do, move his
whole family over from Cuba?

No. His mistress, her sister,

his mother, two cousins, a
dear friend from high school,

and a dog, which was
its own headache.

I shouldn't have even asked.

Look, we're on our way over now.

Look, I don't want
to belabor this.

You've all heard my thoughts.

And while there were compelling
arguments on both sides,

I'm ruling in favor
of your task force,

Assistant Director Cooper.

It's clear to me

that the safety and
security reasons

for keeping your
records internal

far outweigh any benefit

Congress might receive
from making them public.

Thank you, Your Honor.

So if you will excuse
me, I am due in court.

I trust you'll see
yourselves out.

Well, there you
have it, Clayton.

Can we finally put this to rest?

Mm-mm. Not today, Cynthia,

because now my
interest is piqued.

Yeah, I thought Hudson
had found political gold

with this investigation,

but based on how badly you
want to keep this secret,

I think he might have
found a diamond mine.

Now you just sound paranoid.

Well, as a courtesy,

I'm gonna give you a heads-up.

I'm holding a press
conference later today.

I'm launching a
formal investigation

into the task force.

And I will be naming
names, Cynthia,

including yours.

I'm more convinced than
ever there's something here.

And we will get answers.

Are these really necessary?

We just wanted you to
get used to the feel of them.

You're gonna be wearing
them a lot real soon.

What could you
possibly have on me?

Flores talked, Blair.

We have him on
trespassing, stalking,

larceny, identity theft.

Well, he was happy to cut a deal.
Sang like a robin.

I'm supposed to be afraid?

No, you should be aware.

He's implicated you on
multiple federal counts.

You're looking at 10 years.

I have been in badly
lit rooms like this one

more times than I can count.

It's always the
same song and dance.

So let's cut to the deal making,

because I'm certainly
not going to prison.

That's awfully arrogant of you.

It's awfully naive of you

to think it would
go any other way.

All right, let's
say, hypothetically,

we were willing to play ball.

Flores said that you keep meticulous
records on all your clients,

records that only
you have access to.

Now, you hand over
those files to us,

including the one
on Moder & Sons,

and we might be able to work out
a generous immunity agreement.

All of my files?

That's not gonna happen, Don.

There's things in
some of those files

that would get me
killed twice over.

That was some fancy pitching,
but ball season's over.

I'll risk my day in court.

No files, no deal.

Look, the fact that the
FBI even got this far

tells me there's someone
bigger behind all of this.

So who's really in charge here?

And what is it
they want from me?

I'm sure we can
find common ground.

There's plenty I'm
willing to share,

but I only deal in specifics.

Harold, what can I do for you?

I assume you received my gift.

We did, and he's the gift
that keeps on giving.

We were able to bring in Foster
based on Flores' testimony,

and she's willing
to make a deal.

But she'll only give
us precise information.

Yes. Well, I suspected she'd
be a formidable opponent.

I want to do the
maximum good here.

Dorf is about to have
a press conference,

and he's naming names

in the hope that enough
political pressure

will eventually force
us to show our hands.

We could be done here.

This could be our last case.

I wouldn't be so
sure about that.

If Ms. Foster wants
to be specific,

ask her about December 31, 2013.

See what she has to say.

That's
all? Just that date?

Oh, it'll be enough.

If you want to cut a deal,
you'll need to turn over

everything on Moder & Sons...

and any information
regarding December 31, 2013.

There it is.

Now we're all playing
on the same field.

Care to elaborate on that?

I'll tell you
every sordid detail

as soon as I have
my deal in writing.

"And I would like to tell you,

as many of you may know, the..."

Oh, it's too late,
Harold. Now, I'm on in 15.

Nothing you can
say will deter me.

I'm holding this
press conference.

I understand, but I'm actually
here on other business.

You see, Blair Foster sent me.

Thank you all for
coming out today.

I apologize for the
delay. I'll keep it brief.

It's with a heavy heart
that I must report

that due to personal
family matters,

I will be taking
a leave of absence

from my position
effective immediately.

Senator Dorf!

It's been my honor to
serve this country.

I would appreciate
privacy at this time.

- Thank you.
- But Senator...

I'm sorry. The senator won't
be taking any questions.

Weecha.

Come in. Come in, sit down.

He was in again.

Asking about you.

Did you tell him that
we had been speaking?

No.

Oh, he is persistent, isn't he?

He told me to tell you
something if I saw you.

He wrote it down.

I don't know what I'm
going to do with that man.

En serio.

You and me both.

Sure is quiet around here.

The rest of the team
is out arresting

the CEO of Moder & Sons.

Well, that's sure to
make the 11:00 news.

Speaking of, Senator
Dorf did a real 180.

It's everywhere.

That had to be your work.

How'd you get him
to change his mind?

Blackmail.

Good Lord, Harold.

Do I even want to know?

Foster had a file on him.

New Year's Eve, 2013.

Dorf's teenage son, Michael,

was driving high and
drunk after a party.

He miscalculated a turn

and hit a teenage
girl, Makayla Johnson.

She was waiting on a city bus.

He paralyzed her
from the waist down.

Whoo. Wow. That's awful.

It's terrible.

When his son was
taken to the hospital,

Dorf used Foster to ensure
the blood was never tested,

so it all went away
without criminal charges.

Wasn't his entire
political platform

based on being tough on drugs?

Yes. So he was hell
bent on burying it.

Apparently, his son was
incredibly remorseful.

He wanted to pay
for what he'd done.

So Dorf used Foster to
silence his own son.

Michael Dorf has been in and out of
psychological care since the accident.

Trust me, if anyone
understands the need

to bury certain things

when it comes to
family, it's me.

But are we really just
gonna let Dorf off

for obstructing justice?

Not exactly.

Senator Dorf and
I came to an arrangement.

It's late. I'm just leaving.

Who got to you? What
the hell happened?

- Blair Foster happened.
- Oh, the lawyer?

What does she have to
do with any of this?

It doesn't matter.
She doesn't matter.

What matters is
this is all over.

It's time to move on.

Are you kidding me?
This... Whatever this is,

it just continues
to prove my theory

that something bigger
is going on out here...

Well, I'm moving on, all right?

I'm done with this.
I'm done with us.

And I'm sure you won't listen,

but if I may offer some
parting advice, here goes...

Leave this alone.

You're smart.

You have your whole
career ahead of you.

No good will come of this.

I'm certain of that.

Go home, Mr. Hudson.

So Makayla Johnson's
therapy and medical expenses

will be paid for by the Dorfs?

For the rest of
her life and more.

I guess that's a form
of restorative justice.

That was my hope.

And the task force lives
to see another day.

What about Foster?

She's a free woman.

We had to let her go
to get what we needed.

I'm not convinced Hudson
will ever give this up.

What can we say?
He's on a crusade.

He's a dog with a bone.

I kind of... admire the guy.

- Strangely, so do I.
- Hmm.

That said, with
Dorf out of the way,

I'm not sure there's anyone

who can help the defeated
Mr. Hudson continue his offensive.

Hello?

Congressman Hudson.

It's Blair Foster.

I realize you're
relatively new in town,

but I'm sure you've
heard my name by now.

I'd like to set a
meeting with you.

Regarding what?

How did you even
get this number?

I know today's little
press conference

didn't go the way you'd hoped,

and that you were counting on
the support of Senator Dorf.

I have some information
I'd like to share with you.

I think it could be the start

of a mutually
beneficial relationship.

I'm not sure.

I don't think we really
play the game the same way.

I get that. I do.

In my experience, though,

it never hurts to
take the meeting.

So... what's it gonna be?