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Excuse me. Sir?

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute!
Can you stop?

I need to talk to you!

So, how'd we look?
Pass inspection?

Flying colors. No infractions.

All right. So
we're good to go?

I gotta start loading if we're
gonna make our departure.

Gotta lotta chop
out there today.

Always feel bad for the schmuck
who's gotta clean the head

after a bumpy ride.

You go ahead and get
those people on board.

Wouldn't want anyone
to miss the ferry.

I brought some treats for Agnes.

You'll never guess
where I got them.

The New Jersey Turnpike.

A diabolically inhumane

and utterly demoralizing
length of road

that surprisingly
strings together

an intriguing collection
of, eh, travel plazas.

Rest stops.

Each of which is named after
a historical dead person

somehow associated with Jersey,

from Walt Whitman,

who frankly, I would associate
more with New York...

To Vince Lombardi,
who I believe everyone

would associate with
Green Bay, Wisconsin.

They have gummy snakes
three feet long.

You drove yourself from
New York this morning

to tour the New
Jersey rest stops?

Last night, but yes.

It was a welcome addition
to the itinerary.

I had an early meeting about
a construction project.

But I'm finding I prefer
being under my own steam.

On the way back, I'm
stopping for a ride

on the tallest roller
coaster in North America.

I'm scared to death.

I was sorry to hear
about Robert Vesco.

I know you two were close.

Too close, I'm afraid.

Robert was fond of saying

that he taught me
everything I know.

But he didn't ever really know
the half of who or what I am.

It was a terrible mistake

bringing him deeper
into my world.

And, tragically, he was the
one to pay the price for it.

He did save Dembe's life.

Yes, he did do that.

And that's a fine legacy.

But I'll miss him, and
it's entirely my fault.

Usually is.

How is Dembe feeling?

He's back to work. I told
him he could take more time.

- But the FBI
doctors cleared him,

and he said he'd
rather work than not.

Excuse me.

Good morning.

Turn on the local news, Harold.

But why am I only
hearing about this now?

- As details continue to emerge...
- I see.

I'll follow up with
you about this later.

My God. What happened?

Alban Veseli happened.

The Freelancer?

You think he's
responsible for this?

After Wujing broke
Veseli out of custody,

I told my associate to
put his invisible army

of service industry
troops on alert.

A deckhand working on a
tender ship by the piers

reported seeing a man
matching Veseli's description

near the ferry terminal...

hours ago.

I'm only sorry the tip
didn't come in sooner.

Here's someone who
needs no introduction...

The Freelancer,
AKA Alban Veseli.

We've seen how Veseli
hides the identity

of assassination targets

by taking them out in
large-scale disasters.

Sacrificing dozens or
even hundreds of lives

to kill a single individual.

NTSB is reporting 35 passengers
and 7 crew members dead

in Baltimore Harbor
this morning.

We've already taken
this guy out, twice.

What's it gonna take
for us to keep him down?

Reddington believes
this event is tied

directly to Wujing's plan

to expose the task
force's connection to him.

That would explain why Wujing
went to extreme lengths

to break Veseli out of custody.

Who was The Freelancer
targeting by sinking that ferry?

And how does the death of
that target help Wujing?

What's his end game here?

These are questions
we need to answer.

Do we have any
leads on the target?

I sent you all copies of
the passenger manifest

and pulled a few notable victims

that have been
identified already.

David Broderick, South
Baltimore city council.

Sarah Miller, on parole
for counterfeiting.

And Wade Han, over
a dozen arrests

for weapons trafficking
and assault.

Do any of these people have
a connection to Reddington?

I don't recognize any of them.

Or anyone else on the
passenger manifest.

Agent Malik, keep digging
into possible targets.

Ressler, Dembe,
head to the docks.

Look for anything that
might help us find Veseli.

I'll notify the NTSB
that you're on your way.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey, how you doing? FBI.

Thank you.

Are you okay, ma'am?

Did you know someone on board?

Uh, Joanie Wilson, my daughter.

She commutes on the ferry.
She's not answering her phone.

There's a Red Cross
volunteer inside.

They're handling all inquiries
for concerned family members.

Oh, thank you.

Show some courtesy and respect.

There are people here in pain.

Sorry, man. My bad.

It's too early to
determine exact cause.

But before the ferry went down,

the captain reported
a loud noise

from a rupture in
the engine room.

It may have jeopardized
the integrity of the hull.

What's the likelihood of something
like that ever happening?

I don't know. We'll know
more after the investigation.

There is something
weird, though.

I'm all ears.

According to the
terminal manager,

the ship received a
clean safety inspection

from a marine inspector
for the Coast Guard.

Would that inspector have
access to the engine room?

Yeah, sure.

The engine room's one of
the primary areas of focus

when it comes to safety.

Nobody else by the
waterline, got it?

Keep the dock clear.

We still have
bodies in the water.

Excuse me, sir. Can
we speak with you?

We're with the FBI.

Of course, whatever you need.

NTSB said you're
the one who dealt

with the Coast Guard
inspector this morning.

Was there an inspection
scheduled for today?

Well, no. But
that's not unusual.

Coast Guard inspections
are usually a surprise.

Did anyone accompany
the inspector

- while he was on the ferry?
- There's no need.

They know their way
around the vessels.

So he was alone in
the engine room.

I guess. Unless there
were crew members present.

Why? What are you thinking?

Was this the guy you met with?

Yeah, that's him.

Where exactly did you
speak with him? On board?

No. Right on the dock.

He was throwing away his gloves.

Thank you.

Hey.

Oof!

Some kind of chemical on this.

We gotta get this
analyzed. Fast.

Our forensics team
is already overloaded

with all the evidence coming in
from the ferry and the victims.

You know who we could call?

What about Reddington's pal?
What was his name? Harry?

Herbie. He came
through in the past.

And he was quick.

As long as there's no
foosball tournament.

- Foosball?
- I'll tell you about it later.

Let me get in touch with Cooper,

see if he can't approve
Herbie coming in today.

We gotta get this
analyzed immediately.

Marine tragedy.

43 passengers and crew

have been confirmed
dead at this time,

with several still
unaccounted for.

Wujing is very pleased.

Well, he's gonna love
what I have planned next.

Gracias. Gracias.

- Papi, get the door.
- Ay.

- Raymond!
- Hello, Rogelio.

Oh, I'm interrupting, lo siento.

No, no, no, of course not.
It's an honor to have you.

You've got quite the
operation going here.

After so many years
of washing sheets,

I saw some room for improvement.

Oh, feel this.

Soft as a lamb, durable too,
like nothing else on the market.

Oh, my. That is nice.

You must be putting in a
tremendous amount of time

and effort into this project.

Mm-hmm.

That explains it.

Explains what?

I needed you to reach out to me

the moment Alban
Veseli was spotted.

But I didn't hear from you

until after a dozen
bodies had washed ashore,

because your head is filled
with Egyptian cotton.

Raymond, I called you the
second that tip came in.

Rogelio, I need the
full attention of you

and every maid, bellhop,
and busboy on your payroll.

I'll triple the reward.
I'll... I'll stay up all night

and make sure
everyone's on alert.

Well, about that.

I actually have
a second request.

I need to stay in town
until I sort this out.

That wouldn't be a
pull-out, would it?

As a possible investor, I'd love
a chance to test these sheets.

I am very proud to say that
one of us is celebrating

a year sober today.

Donald, why don't
you come up here?

Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Want to say something?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

I mean, I really
wouldn't be here without

everyone in this room.

I used to think that going
it alone made me stronger.

But that's not true.

No, not in here, not out there.

No, real strength comes from
accepting that you're...

accepting that you're weak...

and that it's okay
to ask for help.

Powerful words, Donald.

- Please don't ever
make me do that again.

You know, there's a lot
of people that need help.

You ever, uh, you ever thought
about becoming a sponsor?

Sponsor?

No. No, that's a big step.

So is a year sober.

I think you're ready.

You, uh, you see
that guy over there?

You're in similar lines of work.

You know better than
anyone how hard it is

to stay clean in this town...

in a high-stress job, where
everything's a secret.

I don't talk about my work here.

I know, but...

I've been leading meetings
in D.C. for a long time.

There's a... look.

You have it, so does he.

I think you could
help each other.

- Can I think about it?
- Of course, take your time.

We'll talk about it
next meeting, all right?

Where are we right now?

Those were some crazy
cool security protocols.

I gotta be honest, when I
saw those blackout goggles,

I was like, "Whoa!"

I mean, this is
like the modern-day

bag over the head like
in the movies, right?

Except I get to go
home and kiss Holly,

make faces at Sue... right?

I get to go home, right?

You do.

Whoa!

Whoa, this is...

What is this?

Hey, Herbie. Thanks
for helping us out.

I know you. We
spoke on the phone.

Donald, right?

Agent Ressler.

And... And my man Dembe.

You're part of all
this? That is so cool.

How's it feel to be on
the straight and narrow?

It doesn't feel
straight or narrow.

Herbie, why don't
I show you the lab?

We need to find out how
that ferry was sabotaged.

Yeah, my Laminar Hood at home

is just not big
enough for the job.

You know how it is.

Did Red set this up?

The fewer questions, the
better, Mr. Hambright.

Wait a minute.

Is this a black site?

I figured it out, right?

Which means that you guys are...

dramatic pause...

CIA.

- No.
- Oh, okay.

NSA.

Come on, Herbie.

Red's really anxious
for those results.

NGA? NRO?

I know this can't be NCIS.
I've watched that for years.

It's nothing like this.

- Here?
- Yeah. Right here.

Bathroom's free.

I see you found my robe.

Oh, yes. I'm so sorry.

I hope you don't mind.

It was either this
or young Teo's,

which nobody wants to see me in.

But I'm terribly sorry.

I'll replace it immediately.

Don't be silly. It
looks very nice.

Just make yourself at home.

I need to help Ita.

She got up early
to make you arepas.

Aww!

Gracias.

I think she has a crush on you.

Not half as much
as I have on her.

You two keep spoiling me,
I'll have to extend my visit.

Careful, day two is when
Abuelita really makes her move.

Ha! I can't wait.

All right, so I ran a whole
bunch of tests on your glove.

The noxious fumes come
from a bacteria...

Leptospirillum ferricomedentis.

Is it dangerous?

I put my nose pretty
close to that thing.

No, as long as it didn't
touch your skin, you're okay.

It's not an infectious agent.

Ferrum, "iron."
Comedentis, "devouring."

"Iron devouring."

And if anything, the
name undersells it.

One swab could eat through
a nail in under an hour.

Normally, it's used
for industrial cleanup,

but it could also weaken

the tensile strength
of a ship's hull.

If one were so inclined.

So The Freelancer rigged
the engine to blow,

but he wanted to make sure it
would punch a hole in the ship.

How would he get this bacteria?

It's heavily regulated
and super rare.

But I tracked down the
lab that bio-engineers it.

I called the lab, and
last week they sold a vial

to the Appalachian
Defense Alliance,

supposedly for cleaning
up mining waste.

Supposedly?

The Appalachian Alliance
doesn't exist except on paper.

But their bank account
seemed real enough.

So I made a call
and requisitioned

their transaction history.

Gas masks, tools,
flammable solvents,

everything needed to
punch a hole in that ship.

Uh, yeah, except there's
only one problem.

Can you spot it?

Can you?

I did.

The solvents. Look at the...

It's the timestamps.

Yeah, they were purchased
yesterday afternoon.

After the ferry explosion.

So The Freelancer's planning

another high body
count somewhere?

Thank you for your help
today, Mr. Hambright.

But maybe it's time for Agent
Malik to escort you back...

I'm... I'm all
right. I'm good.

I could stay until you,
you know, get this guy.

I'm pretty invested now.

And I have a sitter
till 6:00, so...

Oh, okay. Fine.

I suppose if we're
facing an arson attack

somewhere in the city, we
gotta use everything we can.

Uh, but, if it's all right...
is there, like, a snack room

or something where
I could get a drink?

Just like a soda, some chips.

I've only had applesauce today.

Yes.

Agent Malik can
show you the way.

Oh, cool, great.

Mmm.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Gracias, Abuelita.

I couldn't eat another bite,

even though it is the best
arepa I have ever tasted.

- Ohh.
- Gracias.

Raymond.

Ah!

Excuse me.

There's gonna be another attack.

Right here, in downtown D.C.

How do you know this?

I just left the housekeeper
from the Broadhurst Hotel,

who saw a man who looked exactly
like Veseli go into a room.

She brought him an
extra towel to be sure,

and he gave her some cash.

Told her to take an early lunch

and don't come
back to work today.

Well, we couldn't ask for a more
detailed tip than that, could we?

Reddington, I'm
here with the team.

- We've got a situation.
- Yes, you do.

The Freelancer is at
the Broadhurst Hotel,

and he's planning another
attack imminently.

What exactly, I can't say.

We can.

We need to call D.C.
Fire Department.

Tell them we got
a suspected arson,

they need to send
engines immediately.

I'll scramble EMS and Metro PD.

Ressler, Zuma,
get to that hotel.

Malik, stay on the
ferry manifest.

And, uh... look
after our guest.

Oh, I just...

FBI.

We need to speak to
whoever's in charge here.

Fire Chief set up a command
post across the street

in the lobby of that building.

I think he's over
there right now.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Agents Ressler, Zuma, FBI.

Oh, they were lucky.

If you hadn't
called when you did,

we would have lost the entire
9th floor and everyone on it.

But everyone's accounted for.

Is that where the fire started?

Apparently.

The point of origin was
a housekeeping closet.

Something flammable in there,

probably cleaning
supplies, chemicals.

What about the guests who were
evacuated? Can we speak with them?

I've got the guests
cordoned off in the bullpen

while we take statements.

Anybody you want to talk to?

Let's start with everybody
on the 9th floor.

Can you think of any reason

someone might want
to cause you harm?

Me? No.

No, of course not.

- Actually, uh, well...
- What?

You think someone
would want to harm me?

No, I think someone
might want to harm me.

- I've got bookies.
- Well, you also have a wife.

They don't need to know that.

Well, now they do. Wait.

So, are you saying
that you think

someone set that
fire on purpose?

I don't know.

What?

Sorry, you don't know
whether you're in Washington

for business or pleasure?

Uh... Oh, no. Yeah.

Yeah, business, definitely.

But, uh, s-some
pleasure, too. You know?

What exactly do you do for work?

Oh, me? I... I work at a bank.

I know you can't speculate,

but if you suspect
this was arson,

you should really
look at the manager.

I... I watch a lot of
true crime documentaries.

And there was this one, where
this girl went missing...

The press outside...
I can't...

I don't want to be
on... On the news or...

Or in the papers,
especially anything

that might be shown in the,
uh, the... the Richmond area.

Sir, is that where
your wife lives?

Wife? Psst, I don't...

What kind of information do you
have access to at your bank?

Anything sensitive,
confidential?

Oh, yeah. Absolutely.

My co-worker Emily, I was
the first person she told

when she got pregnant.

And I didn't tell anyone.

I told my dentist,
but, I mean...

I think we meant anything
that might be related

to illegal activity.

I'm sorry, guys.

My brain just really,
like, can't right now.

You're really intense with
the badges and the questions.

- He's high.
- As a kite.

Are we almost done?

I-I was supposed to be out of
here hours ago, and I just...

You want to leave now?

We're being
interrogated by the FBI.

Well, I mean, if they
need anything else,

I'll give them
my... My card, okay?

Just...

And is... is there another
way out of here, you know,

away from the... cameras.

I just...

You know what? Uh, I-I
can't find my cards.

Uh, it's okay. We
have your names.

I think we're all set.

We'll reach out if there's
anything else we need.

Yeah, I-I don't want
my name in the paper.

Um, either of our names.

Okay. Okay. Thank you, sir.

Seriously?

We have your
payment for the tip.

But we just have a few
questions to ask you first.

Maria, please, have a seat.

Maria, Rogelio and I
are business associates.

And our business relies
on information...

accurate information.

Information that
people's lives depend on.

So you can imagine my surprise

when you turned up with this
individual's entire story

wrapped up in a nice, neat bow.

Please, mister, I...

I-I have two babies.

Maria, the man Rogelio
asked you to look for...

Did you find him,
or did he find you?

He came to me...

when I arrived on the floor...

in the hallway.

He promised me $10,000

if I told Rogelio
exactly what he said.

Go home to your children.

Maria.

You're forgetting something.

Raymond.

You're paying her
for betraying us?

We offered Maria money in
exchange for information.

She may have fed us the
who, what, and where

on someone else's orders.

But the why she just gave us?

That's something to pay for.

And maybe a new stroller
for good measure.

You realize this all started
with that picture of us.

You think?

Ah, that was years ago.

And nobody really saw that.

I don't know.

We were both there. Together.

Would you give me a moment?

Raymond.

Have you identified a
target at the hotel?

Not yet.

How about the ferry?

Nothing yet there either.

I'm not surprised.

The source who led us to
the hotel came to Rogelio

on the instructions of
The Freelancer himself.

The Freelancer gave the tip?

Why would Veseli notify
us of his own attack?

Because this was never
about the attack.

It was about our response.

Wujing has been looking for
proof of my relationship

with the FBI.

If The Freelancer feeds
my network information

and the FBI intervenes
before they have cause,

then Wujing establishes
a causal link

between my world and yours.

The only question is how
he intends to prove it.

I might have an answer to that.

This footage came from
an outside CCTV camera

on the same block as the hotel.

Look. This one.

All the other stringers are
taking photos of the action,

but this guy's camera's
pointed directly at us.

And look at this.

He was the first
photographer to arrive.

Four minutes before we
notified the fire department.

And this same guy was at the
site of the ferry incident.

I thought he might have
snapped a photo of me,

but it was so chaotic,
I couldn't be certain.

Malik and Ressler are trying
to get an ID on him now.

Raymond, I can't
shake a feeling.

We know this man from somewhere.

Yeah, we do.

He's the same photographer that took
that picture of us six years ago.

That photo?

It can't be.

Remember, Rogelio
was there, too?

Alban Veseli is paying Rogelio's
people to pass tips to me

and then sending
this photographer

to the incident sites to
capture your team responding.

Confirmation of what Wujing
has been searching for...

Evidence of my
relationship with the FBI.

Do you think he has all
the evidence he needs?

Well, you know,
there's scarcely a rule

I haven't broken
in my life, Dembe.

But there is one even
I won't trifle with,

the Rule of Three.

Goldilocks and the Three
Bears, the Three Little Pigs,

the three-paragraph
persuasive essay.

Three is the smallest
number of any elements

that firmly establishes a
pattern in the human mind.

And these photos
illustrate the story

Wujing is attempting
to tell about me.

Which means The Freelancer
is planning another attack.

And Wujing's personal paparazzo
is going to lead you there.

According to the local
press corps office,

his name is Keith Perry.

He's a local photojournalist

who covers everything
from inaugurations

to the Maryland Little
League state championship.

He'll even snap an
occasional celebrity

to testify to Congress about
a pet project of the month.

He snapped a photo of
Raymond several years ago

that ran in a small daily rag.

How come no one told
us about this before?

It wasn't a big deal. The
clearest face was Rogelio's.

Perry only got the
back of Raymond's head.

But now, Raymond
believes The Freelancer

is planning another attack
and Keith Perry will no doubt

be there to capture when
we arrive on the scene.

We need to find
Perry. Immediately.

We sent uniforms to his
apartment, but he wasn't there.

He's not answering the
phone number listed

with the press corps, either.

Reach out to every level
of law enforcement.

I want every eyeball within
a hundred square miles

looking for this guy.

Finding him is our best way of
preventing further loss of life.

Uh, excuse me. Sorry.

Uh, hey.

You have something to
offer, Mr. Hambright?

Oh, take your time. No rush.

Look, um, I know this isn't
exactly my area of expertise.

- What is it, Herbie?
- It's this.

See this.

Can you zoom in?

That hardware is made by Novall.

- Novall?
- Yeah, it's a wireless cloud adapter.

It uploads every photo you
take to the cloud in real time.

Super useful if you take
hundreds of pictures a day.

Which I do...

of Sue.

Man, they say that kids
change every single day,

but you don't really
start noticing that

until you look at pictures.

Oh! That reminds me.

Would you guys mind giving
my Instagram a little follow?

It's @AGirlNamedSue222.

Siya?

You thinking about it?

Back to Novall.

You think Perry was
connecting to Novall

- while taking these pictures?
- Yeah.

I mean, if the camera's on,
he's connect and transmitting.

Instant upload, that's the plus.

Malik, get a subpoena.

We need access to his
photo storage, now.

I noticed the chip in there.

- I realized it must be, what?
- A year.

Congratulations.

That's a major accomplishment.

That's what everyone
keeps telling me, yeah.

Oh. Sick of hearing it?

Once was enough.

Okay, okay.

Uh...

NA wants me to sponsor someone.

Are you gonna do it?

I'm not sure.

Some days, I can't
even help myself.

How am I supposed to
help someone else?

Maybe that's the point.

I've never known you not to
be of service when you can be.

Subpoena came through.

Novall was able to identify
the account and give us access.

This is Perry's
live photostream.

We're in every photo.

Okay, this is getting creepy.

Ooh, look.

He's uploading more photos...
Right now, as we speak.

But where is this?

Looks like an
apartment building.

Can we identify which one?

I can't see any street signs.

Are there any active
emergency calls?

Checking with EMS now.

Nothing.

Look at the differences
in the photos.

He's taking test shots.

He's playing around with the
F-stop and shutter speed.

The Freelancer
must have sent him.

This may be the location
of the third attack

that Raymond predicted.

It fits the pattern.

Malik, can we get a
more specific location?

Almost.

I'm zeroing in on the hotspot
he's using to transmit.

Okay...

Got it.

Laurel Vistas.

It's in Arlington.

12 stories, 16 units per floor.

That could mean dozens, if
not hundreds of victims.

The Freelancer's gonna
cause a building collapse.

I've been in contact with
the City Planner's office

in Arlington.

Laurel Vistas is an
80-year-old property

that's had 7 different owners
in the last 10 years alone.

It's racked up more code
violations in that period

then I have time to read out.

But several involve water
damage near a retaining wall

in the basement that backs
onto the Potomac Aquifer.

That water could take
out the whole building.

You need to get down there.

And Malik, you're on Perry.

Hey!

Stop!

Mr. Perry.

Waiting for the perfect shot?

Or just waiting for us?

What? What do you mean?

Let's go, shutterbug.

Show me your hands!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm unarmed.

How 'bout a horse trade, huh?

I show you how to undo
the damage I've just done,

and you let me...

He's alive. But out cold.

Uh, mayday... We've got
bigger problems over here.

You smell gas?

Looks like the chemical ate
through the main gas line.

What's the update?

The Freelancer's
unconscious and in custody.

We have one civilian down,
and a live incendiary device.

I'm willing to bet when
this timer goes off,

- it'll overload the fuse box.

Gonna be a shower of sparks.

Agent Malik is working with
Arlington County Police

to evacuate the building.

If you're down there
when the wall goes,

you'll drown under
tons of mud and silt.

You need to leave, now.

No, there's not enough
time to get everyone out.

Then we're not going anywhere.

I don't know which wire to pull.

Any one of them
could set it off.

What if we cut the main power?

No power, no sparks, no...

Better than any idea I've got.

Let's hope this works.

All right.

No power, no sparks.

We're good.

No.

We're not.

Rogelio just got a tip...

The collapse of an apartment
building in Arlington.

Yes, we got it.

Is everyone safe?

For now.

Good.

But Veseli got away.

That is not so good.

It started with a photo.

Six or seven years ago,

I was covering this reception
at a hotel near Dupont.

A big fundraiser thing.

I was getting nothing shots,

so I went around to the
back of the building.

Thought I could get someone
sneaking in, sneaking out.

I see someone
standing on the curb

over by the loading dock.

I swear to God, it's
Raymond Reddington...

talking with this Latino guy.

But before I could get my
camera ready and snapping,

Reddington steps
into the street,

ducks into a waiting
car, and is gone.

I get a... a blurry pic
of the back of his head.

I couldn't sell the
damn thing anywhere.

Nobody would believe me
that it was Reddington.

I got one outlet
to pay me for it.

Tabloid.

Even they speculated.

God, if I could've
just proved it,

it would've been
one helluva payday.

Then, all of a sudden,
a few months ago,

someone shows at my door

and wants to know
about the photograph.

Said he worked for somebody.

Um...

Wu-something.

They wanted to know
about the photo

and who the guy
with Reddington was.

Then they said they wanted
me to take some new photos.

You really can't
stay for dinner?

Sadly, it's time for me
to head back to New York.

Soledad's paella is legendary.

It has a cult following.

And it's not nearly
as good reheated.

I'll be the judge of that.

Rogelio, please tell
your lovely wife

that her hospitality,
much like her paella,

is unrivaled.

Yours as well.

Your sheets are truly the
finest I have ever slept on.

I have the utmost faith in
your new business endeavor.

I hope you'll give
us an endorsement

when the time comes.

You can be in our
first commercial.

Wouldn't that be something?

But the least I
can do is invest.

Tell me how much you need.

Ah, that... That's
generous, Raymond.

- But no, thank you.
- A hundred thousand?

You don't understand. I...
I don't need you to invest.

Working for you, I've grown
my intelligence network

from the city to the region
to the entire country.

I've built a nice nest egg.

So, I'm using it to
help pay for my dream.

You're evolving, my friend.
You don't need me anymore.

Raymond, no, I'd
never dare say that.

Yeah, I owe you.

Everything.

I just don't need you for this.

Well, the day you do need
an investor or a spokesman

who happens to be on
the most wanted list,

click your heels
and there I'll be.

In the meantime, I need
two sets of those sheets.

Queen size.

Claro. You got it, amigo.

Hey.

You, uh, nauseous?

Yeah, thanks.

Yeah, the first
week's the hardest.

Feels like your,
uh, blood's on fire?

- Yeah, and your veins might explode.
- Mm-hmm.

At least, at this point,
I'm praying they do.

How many days are you?

Uh, four.

Uh, four and a half.

Mm. Don't knock the half.

It's an accomplishment.

I know it doesn't seem like
it at this point, but it is.

Donald.

Jonathan.

How did Mr. Hambright
work out for you today?

He's actually proven
to be quite useful.

More than once.

Quite a character, isn't he?

To say the least.

You're headed back
up the turnpike?

I've got that coaster to ride.

Listen, I told Agnes

that saltwater taffy will
be the order of the day

on my next jaunt through
the Garden State.

So beware, I'll be
bringing her a bundle.

Maybe she could
share it with the boy

she's got a crush on at school.

Agnes has a young suitor?

She's only told Charlene.

I'm still waiting for her
to come to me with the news.

I admire the relationship
you've built with her.

Fatherhood isn't for
the faint of heart.

Some days I find
myself wondering if...

if everything else is worth it.

The job. The Blacklist.

How much it takes
me away from her.

I miss that little
girl every moment

I'm not with her.

Yeah.

And I hate to tell you,

but we're not getting
any younger, Harold.

No, we're not.

And it seems like every
time we stop a threat,

it just begets three more.

It's a disastrous domino effect.

Taking down Marvin
Gerard sets in motion

a chain of events that
eventually sinks a ferry.

And The Freelancer
is still out there.

Do you think he has anything
else planned for us?

I haven't the foggiest.

Wujing has gotten
what he wanted.

He did, didn't he?

It's the one thing
I haven't been able

- to stop thinking about.
- What?

Photographs of the task force.

Concrete evidence.

Now that Wujing has them,

what's he planning
to do with them?

Time will tell.

Thank you for agreeing to meet.

I was surprised when you
wanted it to be here.

And without protection.

I wouldn't say that.

I see.

You have the high ground.

What do you want?

My employer is interested
in hiring your... team

to remove a common threat.

I don't have to tell you
anything about Raymond Reddington

you don't already know.

Reddington.

It is my understanding that
Marvin Gerard contracted

your forces to
take out Reddington

as part of their war last year.

Yeah.

And now our colleague,
Henrick Fisker,

is rotting in a CIA black site.

Hm.

What if I told you that
those two things...

Raymond Reddington still alive

and your brother
in arms in custody,

were directly related?

I'm listening.

Reddington has an
immunity agreement

and a covert FBI task
force that does his bidding

- and allows him to grow his empire with impunity.
- I don't believe you.

What if I can prove it?

Show me proof, and
then we'll talk.

We fed three tips

to part of Reddington's
intelligence network,

and three times his
federal pack hounds

showed up to investigate before
they were declared a crime.

Agent Donald Ressler, FBI.

Agent Dembe Zuma, FBI.

Agent Siya Malik,

a curveball, is actually MI6.

Interesting. Hm.

To say the least.

So, does this satisfy your
requirement for proof?

What do you think?

I think you should
tell your employer

that we are very,
very expensive.