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Would you be so kind
to reach out to facilities?

I'd like to put in a repair request.

No, no, no. Please stay.

I'm happy for the company.

Raymond Reddington. Awaiting trial.

Right.

For treason.

And like 200 murders.

Such hyperbole.

I don't know whether
to be flattered or horrified.

What's your name?

Jones. Vontae Jones.

- Hello, Vontae.
- Nice to meet you.

Is it true they, uh,
put you in The Bunker?

Ha! "The Bunker."
Is that what they call it?

I've always wanted a home with a name.

So much more evocative
than a simple address.

Fallingwater,

the Dibble House,

Sinking Spring Farm.

I must say, The Bunker compares
rather favorably

to a Malagasy cave

I once had the misfortune of inhabiting.

Don't know what you're talking about.

- The Bunker.
- Ah.

Warden left it for troublemakers.

Smells like a dung hole.

Who's the warden speaking with?

They call him Quantum.

You ever need a hit, he's your guy.

And if my tastes run in other directions?

Burrito-Man over here... do you a roll

for a deuce of meat sticks
and a bag of chips.

And, uh, Waxer, face tats,

he can fix you up with smokes...

cigars, candy.

He sometimes even gets
cinnamon toothpicks.

Oh, I love cinnamon toothpicks.

Yolked dude's Baldomero.

Yeah, they call him the Teflon Con

'cause he's been killing
and thieving for years.

Awaiting trial for knocking over
a Brinks truck.

Killed both guards...

I'm familiar with the incident.

Long time.

It's gonna be good having you here.

Maybe we could settle up,

get square for Iztapalapa.

That's not your lunch meat.

Yo. No, I'm cool with
a mustard sandwich, man.

Just leave it.

Yo. Yo!

Easy, easy, easy.

You must not have heard what I said.

I said that wasn't your lunch meat.

He's just a kid.

Maybe you can cut him some slack.

Just a thought.

Yo.

I'll feed you my lunch meat
tonight, old man.

Gobble, gobble.

This ain't Mexico City.

You got no muscle, no weapon.

All you got is that mouth,
and God knows it can run,

but it can't run in here.

If you so much as look
at Vontae's pimento loaf again,

you're gonna end up with your teeth

sticking out the back of your head

and sipping your dinner
through a bendy straw.

Enough!

Boys, I said enough!

Mr. Reddington,

I don't believe
we've had a chance to meet.

My name is Warden Macatee.
Welcome to Colton.

Think you're gonna like it here.

So far, so good.

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Who did this to you?

An old acquaintance.

I can't believe this is happening.

Getting caught after 30 years?

The odds were, I'd be caught after three.

It's no one's fault, least of all yours.

Besides, I welcome the vim
and vigor of prison life,

the law of the jungle.

I am the lion, after all.

You don't look like one.

I need to talk to the warden,

get you out of general population.

That's a terrible idea.

Okay, then...

since you insist
on representing yourself...

also a terrible idea...

why not petition the court
for protective custody?

Elizabeth, I'm the one who petitioned

to be put into the general population.

I need to be treated
like the criminal I am.

Anything that may hint

at any involvement with your Task Force

is a liability I cannot afford.

Well, then, that's quite a balancing act,

because while you're getting
your butt kicked as a criminal,

you also have to demonstrate to the judge

your value as an asset.

Which is why I need you
to get Rod and Delaine Uhlman.

You have a case?

It's time to go to work.

Rod and Delaine Uhlman...

married, no children,

long-time members
of the Methodist church,

and owners of Kwik Money
Gun & Pawn in Cherry Hill.

It's an unassuming neighborhood shop

that specializes in fronting

massive amounts of cash to criminals

in exchange for high-value,
ill-gotten gains.

How does it work?

They function like a regular pawn shop?

Yes, if you fail to
reclaim your collateral,

the Pawnbrokers will resell it.

A friend told me to come see...

said you had a first edition
of "Treasure Island."

Sure. I've got it in the back.

It's in perfect condition. Follow me.

Makes sense...
can't go to a bank

to finance crime, so might as well go

to grandma and grandpa for a loan.

They're so cute.

They sort of remind me of this couple

that used to babysit me in
Delaware, the Gambalas.

Uh, Rita... Rita.

She used to make these
oatmeal cookies that, um...

I'm sorry. That's, uh...
That's irrelevant.

These cuties facilitated an
array of international crimes,

including the poisoning of a former
Russian Intelligence Officer,

the raid of a transport vessel
off the coast of Peru,

and a casino heist that
left eight dead in Monaco.

As enchanting as they may seem,

they have made possible some
very real and deadly crimes.

And Reddington believes
this will, what,

demonstrate his value while incarcerated?

Reddington's probably
paying off the judge.

- He's fine.
- He's not fine.

You didn't see him. He's been hurt.

I've never seen him like that before.

Ressler, Keen,
I want you on that storefront.

Coordinate with Aram
to run the background

of anyone who enters into their shop.

One of their clients is bound
to raise a red flag,

and I want us to be there when they do.

Aram, heads up. We've got another.

We're uploading it now.

Okay, got it.

Got a license-plate number
for me or any other details?

No, the photo's gonna have to do.

Okay. Give me a little time.

That's, what, six customers
in five hours?

We're gonna be here for weeks.

Can I ask you something?

You really worried about Reddington?

I am.

He looked...

weak.

He's fine. He can handle himself.

Out in the world, yeah, but prison...

It's different.

Sorry. Give me a minute.

It's not a good time.

I got a message from my friend Buck.

What'd he say?

He said he's done what he can
to decrypt Reddington's file

from the plastic surgeon.

I told him to come to your place
right away.

- I'm at work. I can't.
- Liz, you have to.

This could be the big break
we've been hoping for.

All right.

I'll figure something out.

Hey, Aram, she's back. Say that again.

- Did you I.D. the woman?
- No, not the woman.

The kid with the red backpack
from earlier this morning...

Tom Hardekopf.

The MIT grad working at a tech firm?

Yeah, except he's not just an MIT grad

working at a tech firm.

Turns out, he also has
a TS-SCI-level clearance

- with the U.S. government.
- Meaning what?

Does his firm have some kind
of government contract?

Yeah, with the NSA.

All right, send us everything
you can on this kid...

cell records, financials.

We'll reach out to the NSA.

- I-I can't.
- Why not?

That was the warden at Colton.
I've been hounding him

about putting Reddington in a safer wing,

and he finally agreed to meet
with me, so I got to do this.

It's important.

Okay.

I'll look into Hardekopf,
see what the hell's going on.

Gentlemen, this is Mr. Hardekopf.

He's been vetted and has made
a buy-in of $200,000.

Have a seat.

Okay. Let's make some money.

Okay, Mr. Reddington, you and me...

- we got a situation.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I've been trying to free
this ornery thread

for nearly an hour.

W-Whatever that is, it's gotta wait.

I finally got a good hold
on the little rascal.

- Are you listening?
- Ah, damn it.

Baldomero's gonna kill you...

said he wants to finish what he started,

get even for Iztapalapa.

- He's still stuck on that?
- He's telling everyone.

Says he and his dogs are gonna
jump you during yard time.

- Day after tomorrow.
- Day after?

What's wrong with tomorrow?

Man's got woodshop.

Oh, come on.

It's like high-school fisticuffs.

Are you hearing me?

This is serious, man.

It's no time to mess around
with bed sheets, all right?

We got to get you a weapon,
give you a chance.

Maybe you could find me a pen.

Yeah, there you go. That's good.

Make a shiv. I'm gonna find you a pen.

Vontae, one other thing.

I wonder if you'd be willing to
find out who's playing that music.

I hear music,
and I'm certain that's a record.

If someone has a phonograph on the block,

I would love to borrow, rent, or buy it.

Okay.

Sophia Quayle,
Agents Ressler and Navabi.

Miss Quayle directs

Cryptologic Exploitation
Services for the NSA.

- So you're a code breaker.
- Is that what Hardekopf pawned,

- one of our codes?
- Hardekopf was working

on developing a decryption algorithm,

one that we believe
may now be operational.

An algorithm to decrypt what exactly?

In recent years, there's been
an unprecedented number

of breaches by Chinese intelligence.

We'd hoped that the cypher would allow us

to decrypt Chinese diplomatic cables

sent to Beijing
from their embassy in D.C.

Accessing that would help us to identify

- the source of the leak.
- And the names of any Americans

who may have been turned by the Chinese.

As well as what intel
the traitors provided.

This is a once-in-a-decade breakthrough,

and now you're telling me
that it's in the hands

of, what, some pawnbroker?

Our source says that there is honor

among these particular thieves.

Clients are given 30 days

to reclaim the items
they've brought to the brokers.

After that, they're put up for sale.

For the moment, the codes are safe.

All in.

We've spent four years
working to break this code.

If word of this leaks out,

the Chinese will change their encryption,

and we'll be back at square one.

So, is there any idea
why Hardekopf did it?

I don't know or care.
We went through his desk.

A hard drive is missing.
You need to get it back.

I'm sorry. I-I tried everything.

But you're supposed
to be this genius.

The information on the drive
wasn't just deleted.

It was erased from
the unallocated portions of...

Well, then reallocate it, undelete it.

I think what my sister is trying
to say is thank you for trying.

- I'm really very sorry.
- I think you should go.

Does this mean I'm not invited
to the Beyoncé concert?

Go.

All of these patient files,

everybody who got reconstructive surgery

- from Dr. Koehler.
- Jen...

There has to be a way to connect
one of them to Reddington.

- It's done.
- Somebody from the O.R.,

somebody who was there when he went.

- I...
- He won.

How can you accept that?

I don't.

But I'm not gonna let it
or him control my life.

Besides, it wasn't all for nothing.

If it weren't for Reddington's secret,

we wouldn't have each other.

It's not enough.

I think it has to be.

Hey. I found it.

Yo, this wasn't easy.

I had to bribe the librarian...

said I was homesick and needed
to drop my mom a note.

You know how that makes me look, right?

Like a good son.

Be proud.

You want to tell me what's up
with you and this string thing?

Did you bring the meat?

Ah, perfect... right there.

You know I'm busting my butt
to get you a weapon,

and you're playing with string
like a kitty cat.

I found myself with something
of a rodent situation.

Baldomero's gonna plant you
in the ground, okay,

and if he kills you,
he'll certainly kill me.

Vontae, might I offer you
a bit of unsolicited advice?

No.

Fear is a liar.

It activates the enemy.

All we can do is what we can do,
and right now,

what you can do is help me
tie more of this string.

Careful. It tangles easily.

I need the drive back.

Of course. It's yours.

All we need is the loan plus interest.

I don't have it.

Tell us about your precautions
to get here.

Did you switch cars as instructed?

I had a debt from gambling.

I had a way out, but it didn't
work the way I thought, and...

You mean you pawned classified intel

to try to win back a gambling debt?

- I need the drive.
- You can't just have it.

The intel I gave you can never come out.

It would be like committing treason.

Well, you've got 30 days to make sure

- that doesn't happen.
- I lost the money!

I was one card away,
and I lost everything.

Just give me the drive,
and I'll find a way to pay.

- I'll figure it out.
- Tell me about the cars.

Why do you keep asking
about the damn cars?

In our experience,
clients in your situation

tend to draw attention to themselves...

the kind of attention we can't afford.

I wasn't followed, okay? We're alone.

Which means we're gonna come
to a new understanding.

Yes.

I believe we are.

I'll get the fuel.

It's Hardekopf.

We got witnesses? Forensics?

None, and if there were any forensics,

the liquid hydrogen burned them away.

Well, we had a team on the Pawnbrokers.

They lost them. Now we know why.

As long as Hardekopf was alive,

we had 30 days until our intel
hit the open market.

Looks like our time just ran out.

Hello, there, little fella.

We've got a lot of work to do.

Aah, there's a spot.

What?

Mr. Reddington, no. No.

Greetings, gentlemen.

Please don't get up. I come in peace.

I've heard rumblings on the wire

that you're planning
some sort of school-yard ambush,

and I thought it prudent to see
if we can work things out

over a meal, break bread,
settle our differences.

Pimento loaf isn't really my thing.

In fact, when I get out of here,

my very first stop will be
Augustine in Manhattan

for a simple omelet.

Yum. What about you?

I'll be at the Blue Lounge in Armistead,

toasting your grave.

You must be the one with
that record collection

I envy so dearly.

Yeah. I also got the blade

that's gonna carve you like a pumpkin.

Jack-o'-lantern.

- Huh?
- A pumpkin is a gourd.

A jack-o'-lantern is the carved pumpkin.

Either way, it doesn't matter.
I knew what you meant.

I still envy your record collection.

Baldomero, what do you say
we call this whole thing off?

What happened in Iztapalapa
was a terrible mistake.

I regret it dearly,

and I had no idea she was your mother.

You were in my bed.

There was a picture of me
on the nightstand.

Okay, in our defense,

it was incredibly dark,
and we'd been drinking heavily.

Honestly,
I regret the entire weekend.

Of course, don't tell your mother that.

I'm gonna gut you like a fish.

The guards have been paid off,

which means I got 20 minutes with you,

and I won't need 10
to take out you and the boy.

A Romani fortune teller once gave me

an astonishingly-accurate
peek into my future,

and I'm gonna do the same for you.

You and I are never gonna see
each other again after tomorrow,

but when you do walk out
of this calaboose,

I promise you this...

within 24 hours of your release,

you'll be lying on the floor
with a blade in your belly,

gurgling my name and begging to die.

Okay, then. Good talk.

Get some rest, fellas.
It's gonna be a big day.

Yo, what the hell was that?

You trying to get us killed?

Please tell me that was
a part of some bigger plan.

The plan is a bit of a work in progress.

One person is dead,
classified intel is missing,

and you don't want us
to arrest the Pawnbrokers?

You have nothing connecting them
to Hardekopf's death.

And there's no way that they're
gonna keep that drive on site.

Until you know where that drive is,

arresting them will only
guarantee we never get it back.

Well, with Hardekopf
dead, they're free to sell

that intel on the open market

- as soon as they have a buyer.
- They already have one.

You have confirmation of that?

Well, I went to their website

and noticed they have
a great deal on this...

4K ultra, super slim, 65-inch with...

wait for it... a built-in camera

to video-chat with friends via Wi-Fi.

Which we hacked into.

- You have eyes on the store?
- Well, there's no audio,

but 10 minutes ago, we saw this.

We cross-checked his image

with the Bureau's database
on foreign agents.

His name is Niu Quaing.

He's a member of the Chinese
intelligence service MSS.

If the Chinese know what's on that drive,

then they know the NSA
hacked their codes.

- They'll change them.
- And years of work will be for nothing.

But the Chinese don't already know.

The Pawnbrokers would never tell them,

and if they did, the Chinese
would just change the codes

and the drive would be worthless,

which is the last thing
that the Pawnbrokers want.

Now, if they're good at their job,

they'll tease them, bid the price up.

But until the Chinese
actually buy that drive,

they won't know exactly what they have.

- Meaning, we have to buy it first.
- I'm sorry.

You're expecting them
to sell us back our own intel?

Not us. Mossad.

You know, I risked
my neck getting you a pen,

and instead of making a shank,
you're writing a letter.

Vontae, any chance you've heard
of William Floyd Collins?

Collins?

No.

- What's he in for?
- He's not an inmate.

He was a cave explorer in Kentucky

around the turn of the last century.

He explored Kentucky because
of the hundreds of miles

of interconnected underground caverns.

But in the winter of 1925,

while trying to find
a new entrance to Crystal Cave,

Collins became trapped
in a narrow crawlway

55 feet below ground.

But it's rumored that,
in order to find an escape,

Collins lit a candle, held it up,

and let the smoke draft
point him toward an exit.

Here. Hand me the rat.

You know, that's a cute
story, but this ain't no cave,

so what's it got to do with me and you

getting killed in the yard?

If this little fella
found his way in,

I bet he can find his way back out,

like a draft of smoke

or a carrier pigeon.

Some note on a rat?

A-are you insane?

Ain't no message-in-a-bottle
nonsense gonna work.

Well, either way,
we'll likely be dead by Friday.

So long.

Bring us some luck,
William Floyd Collins.

Collins actually
died in the cave...

thirst and hunger compounded
by exposure, hypothermia

after 14 days in a cave.

All right, Agent Navabi's
transmitter is up.

She's approaching now.

All right. We have eyes. She's on site.

Agents Ressler and Keen,
hold your positions.

You only move in if we have a situation.

I don't like
sending a Mossad agent

to acquire classified NSA data.

What are you worried about?

Divided loyalties.

My instructions were clear.

Agent Navabi knows to purchase that drive

and to bring it to me directly.

- And the Mossad?
- It's a closed loop.

Only people who know about this operation

are you and the members
of this Task Force.

No one else, including the Mossad.

Delaine Uhlman?

Yeah, you've got something
you want to pawn?

No, you've got something
I'd like to buy...

a hard drive containing
classified data for the NSA.

I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, that's funny,
because a few hours ago,

you agreed to sell it
to a member of the Chinese MSS.

I'm here to outbid him.

Ma'am, I'm sorry.
There must be some mistake.

This is a pawn shop...
That in the last two years

has pawned everything from anthrax

to poppy fields in Afghanistan.

I didn't catch your name.

Samar Navabi.

I work with Mossad.

I'm here to pay you a lot of money,

if you're smart enough to take it.

I don't like letting her
go in there without a wire.

We can't risk her being searched.

She doesn't have any.

What's that?

Divided loyalties.

We'll see.

We don't have to see. We already know.

Index and middle finger.

Chinese fellow offered 2 million.

Well, if you'll take 2 million,
you'll surely take 4.

Hey, buddy.

What's going on?

What's this?

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Yes, I know we had a sale,

but, she's with me now.

Rod, damn it, don't back-talk.

Just get the pledge,
meet me at the place.

I'll explain later.

Where are we going?

In our business,

we have learned to take precautions.

We want to make sure that
we're not being watched.

Aram, we've got no movement. Are
you seeing anything in the store?

It looks like... It looks
like they moved to a back room.

I don't like this.

Well, for what it's worth,
you have quite the reputation.

Like they
say, love what you do.

The Mossad knows what you do,

just not why you started doing it.

Rod and I bought the store in '76.

We didn't have any business sense at all.

I remember if somebody came in
to pawn a bicycle,

Rod would check the registration number.

But then the '80s came, the downturn.

We almost lost the business,
that's for sure.

We didn't really have any choice.

We had to take more collateral risk.

Okay, guys, I think we have a problem.

Agent Navabi's transponder
just started moving.

Ressler, Keen.

- She hasn't left.
- Did you lose her?

Okay, guys, there must be
a secondary exit

because I have her moving north
on Martin Luther King Boulevard.

- They gave us the slip.
- We're on the move.

Hey, it's me.

Put me through.

We have a problem here.

Yes, Harold Cooper.

We have a developing situation
in Baltimore,

and I need you to scramble
unmarked units.

Aram, location?

Okay, she just turned east
on Bentonhurst.

Approaching Colfax now.

Ressler, Keen, we're dispatching
unmarks to you now.

Aram's gonna vector you
toward that vehicle.

Feel free to count it.

No, no. I'm... I'm good.

I-I don't understand.

Why are you giving me a bag of money?

I-Is this legal?

You found the note, you called
the number, and I came.

You did nothing wrong.

There are many cameras here. Maybe
you should finish your work.

Yeah. Okay. Sure. Thanks.

Thanks.

One day, you're pawning
a Toshiba console,

the next it's a stolen painting.

Shoot.

Pretty soon, it's a block of C4.

I guess we got a reputation

for doing things a little differently.

Okay, the vector's currently
showing a location at Park Street.

All right, Agent Ressler, do you
have eyes on that vehicle?

Yeah, we tailed them
to a parking structure

at the corner of Park and 16th.

All right, good... DMV record shows

a '92 Buick Estate Wagon
registered to their business.

Agent Keen,
I've got a skeleton SWAT unit

on their way to you now.

Keen, are you seeing this?

On my way. West stairwell.

Funds first. That's how it works.

If I'm going to pay, I have to see it.

I said funds first.

Account number there.
Wire transfer there.

Agent Keen, building security is

sending me their feeds now,

and it looks like you are
in a civilian area.

Also, there is a van moving your way

from two stories above.

All units stand down till I can confirm

that Agent Navabi has that drive in hand.

Pleasure doing business with you.

She's got the case.

Breach. Go. Now. Breach.

FBI. Hands in the air.

Hands! Hands!

Agent Keen. Agent Keen! Watch out!

Delaine!

We're under fire! We're under fire!

What the hell's going on?

Got it now.

All units, we got an 11-54.

Repeat. Black van. 11-54.

Delaine!

I'll call 911.

Help! Please! God, help!

If you'd like
to make a call, please...

All units, 10-71!

- Officers down!
- If you'd like to make a call,

- I repeat, officers down!
- please hang up and try again.

If you need help,

hang up and then dial your operator.

Help is on the way.

It's going to be okay.

_

Ah.

They must've found out the hard drive

was sold to the Israelis.

Maybe Uhlman told the Chinese

a new buyer was in the picture.

According to him, the Chinese
don't know what was on the drive.

Well, they knew enough
to know it was valuable.

Thank you.

Aram just I.D.'d the guy that I shot.

Suspected MSS agent here
on non-official cover.

We need to put eyes on the airport.

They don't need to get to the airport.

All they have to do
is get to the embassy.

_

_

Hands! Show me your hands!

Don't move.

Excellent news. Our agents
were able to intercept the Chinese.

We recovered the drive.

I have to admit, your Task Force,

whoever they are, they're good.

I'd trust any one of them with my life.

It does still bother me, though...

- the meeting.
- The meeting?

The one sabotaged by the MSS.

How did the Chinese know?

Wasn't the Pawnbrokers.

They'd already sold out to the
Mossad, and it wasn't Agent Navabi.

Her loyalties are clear.

Director Cooper, you assured me
this op was a closed loop.

I also assured you that I would
deliver this drive to you

without accessing its contents.

Turns out, I was unable
to accommodate your request.

If your team accessed data
from this drive...

We did.

That Hardekopf kid...
He was pretty smart.

His decryption algorithm worked.

Our analysts are busy
sifting through Chinese cables

sent between Beijing
and their U.S. embassy.

But it turns out the breach is extensive,

as is their network of informants.

Your name is all over the cables.

You argued against us executing a warrant

to arrest the Pawnbrokers because
you wanted to give the Chinese time

to get that disk before we could.

You told them about our op.

You were never assisting the FBI.

You're working for the Chinese.

You have no authority
to access this drive.

Any information you have is a breach.

It'll never hold up in court.

The less you say, the better.

Is he going to talk?

Not yet, but he will.

Told the Baltimore PD officer
on the car ride over

that he's got a warehouse

filled with elicit items
over on Monument Street,

everything from, uh,
narcotics to stolen art

to military-grade weapons
to counterfeit currency.

So... what are you waiting for?

Just trying to figure out how
to tell him his wife just died.

Yo, Mr. Reddington,

hey, look, I've been
thinking about this...

this thing, this dispute,

and how it all started
over my lunch meat.

That's a lovely
sentiment, Vontae,

but I'm afraid this conflict
predates out acquaintance.

Just let me finish
what I'm trying to say.

You had my back.

You had it like nobody ever has...

not my father, not my friends,

certainly none of these fools in here.

Nobody's ever given two dumps about me,

but you did...
over some stupid pimento loaf.

So I want you to know...
I got you out there, okay?

No matter what happens, just remember,

Vontae Jones got your back.

Thank you, Vontae.

Just don't get in the way
of anything sharp.

Over here, anciano.

Where's my record player?

You are one dumb son of a bitch.

Any last words, Baldomero? I'm
sure we'd all like to hear them.

Go ahead. You first.

My accomplishments are an open book,

but you... I don't know.

Coming clean might be good for your soul.

What's that mean?

Well, surely, your prison-yard playmates

would love to hear the truth...

that you're awaiting trial for
and bragging about

a crime you didn't commit?

Well, it's true, isn't it?

Don't get me wrong.

You deserve to be incarcerated

for any number of ungodly crimes,

but you didn't heist that armored truck.

How do you know he didn't do it?

I know because Ziggy Chapman
and his kid brother Tip

stole the rig to pay off
a debt they owed me.

I refused the cash, of course,

as it was unlaundered

and the boys were way too hot,
what with the dead guards.

The brothers had to pawn the damn
truck along with its contents.

You talk too much.

Listen, at least you're in here
telling lies with your buddies

instead of on the street,

looking over your shoulder
for Anunzio Ross.

Why you did him dirty, I have no idea.

Anunzio has a long memory
and a passion for vengeance,

which is, presumably,
why you're not trying

particularly hard to get out of here.

Am I wrong?

That acrid scent
lingering in the air

is bull feces,

the stench of a man who's in prison

for a crime he didn't commit
but takes credit for

because he's afraid of Anunzio Ross.

That's it! We're done! Break it up!

Your lucky day, Baldomero.

Yeah? Why's that?

Your lawyer's here. Something
about you getting out.

Well, what do you know?

Well, I hope it was worth it.

What? I gave you the Pawnbrokers.

- I thought you'd be happy.
- You gave us the Pawnbrokers

knowing we would raid their warehouse

and find evidence that proves
Alfonse Baldomero was innocent

of the crime he was being held for.

Is that why he was released?

You know it is.

I know I did what I had to do
to stay alive long enough

to win my freedom back.

You really think
you're gonna get out of here?

I assume that was a rhetorical question.

I'm glad you're safe,

but now a dangerous criminal
is walking the streets.

That may be.

But life is often surprising.

And death is even more so.

- Baldomero, congrats.
- Glad you're back, bro.

Baldomero, hey, good to see you out.

I don't know you.

Nah. But I know you.

Anunzio Ross says hello.

Hey, it's me.

Please tell Mr. Reddington thank you.

Mr. Ross is square with Baldomero.

I'll pass that along.

Heard old-man Ross finally
got square with Baldomero.

Ain't life a bitch?

Mr. Reddington.

Ah, Vega. Look at
you, bearing gifts.

Come in, come in.

Ah.

That man is capable of anything.

He's gonna get the immunity
agreement upheld.

It's only a matter of days
before he's out.

Then this should help.

What is it?

A big break.

Buck felt so bad he couldn't
recover Reddington's file

that he went back and tried again.

It's not the data,
but it turns out the file names

were coded using patient-intake dates.

October 3, 1991.

The date Reddington was admitted?

Mm-hmm.

So you think if we find a
surgery on or around this date,

that patient might know something?

Klepper, Gerald Todd.

Visited Dr. Koehler in December of '91.

That's two months after
Reddington would've been there.

Maybe that's close enough.
They might've crossed paths.

You know him?

I don't.

But we're gonna find him.

Mr. Reddington.

Vontae, you look excited.

Ah, well, Baldomero's cell
is free and nice.

It's got a window even.

Smells nice, too.

I heard. I spoke with Officer Frye.

I think you're gonna be
a lot happier in there.

Wait. What about you?

I've grown rather fond
of my dark, little corner.

Are you a fan of champagne, Vontae?

I don't really know.

Well, let's give it a shot.

To the small things in life.