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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

The President's
expecting me.

I have to show this
to the Americans.

You have to tell them
that I'm keeping the dossier.

Sir.
PRESIDENT DIAZ:
We can't trust them

with the proof until
we know who's involved.

REDDINGTON: Christopher Miles.
Former MI6.

If there is a dossier,
he's precisely

the kind
of intelligence officer
who would compile it.

The assistant attorney general
plotting against America?

REDDINGTON: We thought she had
the dossier. She doesn't.

This is it, everything
we have worked for.

You need to mobilize
your men right now.

Find the dossier
before Reddington does,
and we finish this.

Tell me.

Uh, blue. Definitely.
Definitely definitely?

Or you're too busy to focus,
definitely?

Definitely, definitely

you are going to land
this account, blue or red.

Hello, my love.

And when you do,
we should celebrate.

Pick a winner, buddy.
Blue is four letters.
I hate the number four.

Go red.
Sound reasoning.

Wish me luck.

Luck.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You have the Joint Chiefs
at 4:00 and the DNI at 5:00.

And then you
and the First Lady

are honoring veterans
at a reception.

I'll meet you
in the briefing room.

Did we get it?
Mr. Sandquist is en route.

Yes or no?
We are about to,
Mr. President.

Well, you better.

Or heads will roll.

His and yours.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

(BEEP)
Hey, man. How's it goin'?

What the hell are you up to?
What are you talking about?

The drive you asked me
to decrypt.

Do you have any idea
what's on it?

LIZ: (ON PHONE) The drive
contains the dossier.

I thought McMahon
had the dossier.

LIZ: That's what
we all thought,
but Reddington told me

McMahon hired a finder
to locate it for her.

Did the finder tell Reddington
where it is?

LIZ: Yes,
after he told McMahon.

Moreau slipped the drive
into the backpack
of a passing child

named Parker Grimm.

She already has
a head start.

Ressler,
scramble WFO SWAT

and coordinate with Keen
on the location.

Aram, alert the Grimms.
If what Reddington
says is true,

they have no idea
that Bastien Moreau
slipped the plans

for a terrorist attack
into their son's backpack.

Okay.

(KEYS JINGLE)
I won't be long.

Tammy Grimm?
Yeah, that's right.

But I... I'm just
running to the store,

so whatever it is can...
I'm with the Secret Service.

Is something wrong?

It's about your son.

JONATHAN: (ON PHONE)
A plot against
the United States.

On the drive I found
under my son's bed?

You need to get over here.

Is this a surprise party?
What? No. It's not...

Because I specifically told
Tammy I didn't want...

It's not a surprise party!

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

All right.
Tell me what it says.

Voicemail.
Try his wife.

The man who put the drive

in your backpack
was a terrorist.

But why? I mean, why me?

Can't say. It's a matter
of national security

which is why you need
to give it to me.

Well, we would if we could,

but my husband
couldn't open it,

so we took it to a friend
to have a look.

I'll need
the friend's name.

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

I need his name.

She didn't pick up, either.

If something happens
to that kid or his family...

Couldn't we prevent that
by just arresting
Anna McMahon?

Based on what?
Reddington's word?

The proof is on that drive.
We need to get it first.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Sam Whatley.

Special Agent Sandquist.
Secret Service.

I believe you know
why I'm here.

I'm sorry, but, no,
I... I don't.
Mind if I come in?

Actually, I was
just on my way out.

Change of plans then.

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

MR. SANDQUIST:
Where is it?

Where is what?
MR. SANDQUIST:
Where's the drive?

I don't know
what you're talking about.
Yes, you do. Where is it?

MAN: FBI!

Clear!

WOMAN: Top floor clear!

RESSLER: Well, either
they're a really messy family,

or else they left
in a hurry.

Or they were taken.

All clear, sir, ma'am.

No signs of forced entry?
No, sir.

But there wouldn't be.
The family left on its own.

How do you know that?

This would have been
much easier

if I'd found what
I was looking for.

(SHAKILY) Please.
That's all I have.

Yes. A copy.
I need the original.

I saw what you're planning.

You won't get... (YELLS)

(SQUISHING)
The drive. Did Grimm keep it?

(GROANING)

(SOBBING SOFTLY)

This needs to be done
in under an hour.
Disposal and clean-up.

Why?

Because I love my country.

(RADIO CHATTER)

Aram, are you
getting this?

Yeah. We're patched
into the system.

This was taken
40 minutes ago.

RESSLER:
He looks panicked.

That's it.
That's the drive.

From the look on his face,
I'd say he knows
what's on it.

If he did, why wouldn't he
call the police?

Probably because
what's on it

makes him think he can't
trust them or us.

Or maybe because
an hour earlier

this guy showed up
on their doorstep.

ARAM: Who is he?
LIZ: No idea.

He avoided the cameras.

Well, we know as of 40 minutes
ago they were okay,

but what we don't know
is where they are.

And if I put out a BOLO,
McMahon will know,

and it could
lead her to them.

So we have to find
three people who don't want
to be found

who are probably using
fake names and cash.

Which means we have
nothing to go on.

LIZ: (ON PHONE)
You said they think
they can't trust us.

If they've seen the dossier
and it indicates

the government's involved,
they think we're looking
for them

on every CCTV monitor,
surveillance feed,

or private video
the government has access to.

Well, that rules out
airports, train, bus stations.

You think there's a chance
they haven't left the city?

LIZ: An insurance broker and
his teacher wife and kid?

Yeah, I think there's a big
chance they're laying low

in a motel room,
scared to death right now.

COOPER: If you're right
and they are hiding out,

we're still looking
for a very small needle
in a very large haystack.

Yeah, but I think I have
a way to narrow it down.

(ENGINE STARTS)

No sign of the targets,

but the FBI is on site.

(CELLPHONE BUZZING)

(BEEP)

Yeah.

Did you find Grimm?
MR. SANDQUIST: No.

Neither have the FBI.
But they're at his house.

Which means they know
the dossier is in play.

(SIGHS) I should've killed him
when I had the chance.

Who?
Who do you think?

The bane of our existence.

The reason the FBI is now one
step ahead of us. Reddington.

LIZ: (HUSHED VOICE)
Reddington.

(LOUDER)
Reddington.

Elizabeth.

Rogelio.
I need to talk to him.

What you need is Jin to
work your pressure points.

Bronchitis.
Asthma. Migraines.

You've got a problem,
reflexology will rub
it right out of you.

The man is a healer.

LIZ: (WHISPERING)
The Grimms have the dossier.

But they're on
the run with it.

We need Rogelio
to help us find them.

(GROANS)

Hmm.

(SPEAKING MANDARIN CHINESE)

(SIGHS)

(NORMAL VOICE) Sometime
this year would be good.

So be it.
But when my sinusitis
flares up, I'm blaming you.

Xiexie, Jin.

(GROANS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

My friend.

Guess he's still angry.

REDDINGTON:
I admire her joie de vivre.
That's not an apology.

I hired Rogelio's niece
to work in my warehouse
in Lisbon.

Before she started,
our margins were 18%.

After, 13%.

You blame her? My angel?

Your angel slept
with my foreman.

And when his wife
forced him to quit,

she slept with
his replacement.

She likes powerful men.
(SCOFFS)

Is... Is that a crime?
No. It isn't.

Will you just apologize?
Me?

Her snogging cost me
my entire management team!

We need his help.

Rogelio, I'm sorry.
LIZ: Great.

Let's skip the kisses and hugs
and get straight to business.

We're looking for a family
who doesn't want to be found.

A husband, wife,
and 11-year-old son.

We think they're holed up
in a hotel room

somewhere within
a 60-mile radius of D.C.

I need you to circulate their
photo to every maid, busboy,

and janitor in your
undocumented army.

I'll pay $20,000 to the person
who locates them.

$50,000 if they do so
by dinner.

Speaking of which,
we passed a Bolivian food cart
on our way

here that serves the best
tucumanas this side of Sucre.

When you have news,
that's where we'll be.

(DOOR OPENS)

How stupid
do you think I am?

Anna. It's good
to see you, too.

You think you can
lie to my face,
and I won't know it?

That you can go
behind my back
and succeed?

The Grimm family.
What's your interest in them?

I'll be happy to tell you
after you tell me

why you're having
my agents followed.

I assume that's how you
know what they're up to
without my informing you.

The only thing
that's important is that
you didn't inform me.

So do.
You want to be informed?

Fine. I'll inform you.

You're involved in a plot
against this country.

You know why we're
looking for the Grimms

because you're
looking for them, too.

They have a flash drive
that details your treason.

I'll have your job
for this.

I'm sure you will.
Unless we get the drive first.

I can't prove a thing
without it.

Or stop you from whatever
it is you're planning.

The only thing I'm planning
is to shut you down.

Go ahead and try.

(DOOR SLAMS)

LIZ: I know we were
supposed to talk tonight,

but I have to reschedule.

I'll call you later
and figure out when.

Mmm.

A deep-fried pocket of heaven
for your thoughts.

I was supposed to meet
with Scottie tonight

and figure out
a transition plan
for me to bring Agnes home.

The only reason
I'm not with her
is because I thought

figuring out
who you really were
would put her in harm's way.

Now I know it won't,

but in trying to find out
if you were the devil,

I learned my mother was.

That tape they played
at your trial?

She destroyed my father.
She's the reason he ran.

I shot him, but she's
responsible for his death.

Your mother
can't hurt you.

Because she's dead?

The Russians don't seem
to think so.

When Ressler was trying to
help me find out who you were,

he went looking for her
and was confronted by the KGB

about what he found out.

What if I bring Agnes back,
and they're right,

and she's alive
and she finds us?
(TIRES SCREECH)

And she's more of a threat
to Agnes than you ever were?

Raymond!

I may have something.

Before I give you the address,
I want an apology.

I'm pretty sure
I already apologized.

No, not to me.
My angel.

Luciana.

I am very sorry

that I forgot what
my father always told me.

No good deed goes unpunished.

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Ohh.
You look stunning.

I'm doing this out of respect
for their service,

not as a photo op.

Well, it's both actually.

After all, we are gearing up
for a re-election campaign.

Are we?
Because I'm pretty sure

there's something
you have to do first,

and you haven't done it.

Mr. President.
You have a call.

Do it, Robert.

Or I will.

WOMAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
First Lady Miriam Diaz.

(APPLAUSE)

This better be good news.
The Deputy Director of the FBI

just accused me
of being a traitor.

So he got the drive.
No.

And he can't prove anything
unless he does.

Then why are we having
this conversation,

when you should be making sure
that doesn't happen?

Sir, I think we should
consider a change of plans.

Absolutely not!
The situation is untenable.

We proceed as planned.

Now get that drive.

MIRIAM: The President and I
are so grateful
for the sacrifices

you've made in defense
of our country.

(APPLAUSE)

REDDINGTON:
They're being followed?

COOPER: (ON PHONE)
If you'd have let me know
you had a location.

That's what I'm doing, Harold.
Now.

After Keen and Ressler
are already on the scene!

Anna McMahon knows
we're after the dossier.

She does, and if she thinks
that's what Keen and Ressler

went to the motel to get,
she'll come with force.

And they're going in unaware
and without backup.

The manager confirmed.
This is it.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Mr. Grimm, FBI.
Open the door.

(BEEP)

LIZ: Ressler!

Hey! No! Stop!

TAMMY: Please.
Please don't hurt him.

He doesn't know anything.

LIZ: We're here to help.

RESSLER: We know
you have the flash drive.

You don't know
what's on it.

Why do you say that?

Because if you did, you'd know
we could never trust you.

People in the government
are involved in a plot
against this country.

Why should we believe
you're not part of it?

Because if we were,
you'd be dead already.

Sam...
Who's Sam?

Sam's a security analyst.

The most tech-savvy
person we know.

When I saw the drive
was password-protected,

I gave him a copy of it.
Was he able to read it?

Yeah.
And it freaked him out.

He called and said I needed
to come to his house.

Something about
German Intelligence and
a plot against America.

By the time
I got to his place,
two men were there.

If you are
who you say you are,

you'll send someone
to his house.

(CELLPHONE BUZZES)

Cooper.
We have the Grimms.

Bring them in. Fast.

Because McMahon found you.
You're being followed.

If her team isn't there yet,
they will be soon.

You said
you gave Sam a copy?

Please tell me
you have the original.

I mailed it to
The Washington Post.

People need to know
what's going on.

And when they do,
we won't be a target.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Jonathan Grimm.
Yeah?

Special Agent Tyson,
Secret Service.

Sir, we need you
to come with us. Please.

Agents Keen and Ressler, FBI.
What's going on?

We have a situation.
We believe Mr. Grimm
may be in danger.

Mr. Grimm and his family
are safe in our custody.

You need to come with us.

I'm sorry.
That's not happening.

(VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)
MR. SANDQUIST: Stand down.

Mr. Grimm.
With me. Right now.

RESSLER: Hold up.
We're federal agents.

You're not taking him
anywhere.

That's him.
Who?

That man,
the one who's in charge.

He came to the house
earlier today.

He showed me a badge.
RESSLER:
...federal warrant...

I told him we gave
the flash drive to Sam.
You saw him?

AGENT TYSON: We're operating
under the authority
of the DHS Secretary.

It's for the safety
of you and your family.

Don't listen to him, John.
This man doesn't have
the authority

to take you anywhere
without my consent.

You want me to get
the Secretary on the line?

That won't be necessary.

Mrs. Grimm. I went to see
your friend, Mr. Whatley.

It was a dead end.
I told you how important

the information
on that drive is.
That's him.

AGENT TYSON: Mr. Grimm,
if you don't come with us,

I have the authority
to place you under arrest.

MR. SANDQUIST:
These people, these agents,

I don't know their involvement
or what their interests are.

That's him! That's the guy!
The one I told you about!

He's the one who was
torturing my friend Sam!

Oh, God.
I said get in the car. Now.

Put it down. Easy.
I said put the gun down!

RESSLER: You better
holster that weapon

before you make
another decision
that you're gonna regret.

John!
Do not get in that car!

TAMMY: Jonathan, no. Don't!
We're taking him with us.

You have no idea who you're
dealing with, Agent Ressler.

You need to stand down.
RESSLER: Not a chance.

AGENT: Gun!
(GROANS)

(GUNFIRE)

(GROANS)

(GUN CLICKS)
I'm out!

The supply case in the back!
Can you get to it?

They're exposed!
Take the wife if you can!

Get rid of the kid
and the two agents!

JONATHAN: No! Please, no!

Can you get eyes on Grimm?
I can't get him!

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(GUNSHOTS)

You all right?
I'm fine.

Get everyone out of here.
LIZ: Where are you going?

After the dossier.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

COOPER: These poor people,
neck-deep in a world of hurt

that has nothing
to do with them.

LIZ: Did you get a hold
of Reddington?

Please tell me he tracked down
that fake Secret Service

and got ahold of Grimm.

We haven't heard from him.
But we do know this.
They're not fake.

ARAM: Agents on scene
identified the deceased

as one Steven Jacob Tyson,
a Special Agent detailed

to the National
Threat Assessment Center.

What about the burner
he was carrying?

Right. I ran the info
from the SIM card
that you gave me.

Now, that phone has only
corresponded with four numbers

in the past six months, none
of which I've been able to ID.

Now, I'm running a tap
on all four now,

but there's nothing I can do
until someone calls.

(CELLPHONE BUZZES)

Reddington.
REDDINGTON: (ON PHONE)
I lost them.

Grimm and the dossier.

That's bad, but this
is potentially worse.

Grimm's wife told us that
the man who came to their
house was Milian Sandquist.

I've seen him
at the White House.

That's not surprising.
He's one of
the President's body men.

Grimm also said
that he's the one
who tortured their friend.

Yeah, we sent units
to Whatley's house,

but he's missing,
and his computer's gone.

And his house
is neat as a pin.

Yes, it was.

He's not missing. He's dead.
They sent a cleaner.

If the people closest
to the President
have been corrupted,

then the President's life
is in danger.

Or he's part
of the conspiracy.

Let's be realistic here.

Realistic, Donald?

Might I remind you
I blackmailed your President

over $300 million in illegal
campaign contributions

he took from
a Russian oligarch
over three years ago.

The man has money,
not sense.

If the DOJ and Secret Service
are involved,

we have to warn
President Diaz directly.

Do that,
and you show your hand.

Yeah, to the
Commander in Chief.

There's no scenario
where I can sit on information

that the President's life
is in danger.

Aram, stay on MPD,
see if they can tell us

anything about
Grimm's whereabouts.

Okay, but where
are you going?
To see the President.

AGENT RANDOLPH:
What do you mean
you mailed the drive?

Mailed it where?

To a friend at The Post.

TAMMY: Her name
is Stacey Aguilar.

We went to college
together.

She's a reporter?
Yeah.

She's one of their
national-security
correspondents.

AGENT RANDOLPH: You thought
giving the dossier

to this friend
was gonna keep you safe?

Look, if you let me go,
if you don't hurt me,

I can contact her.
No, no, no, no.

That's not how this works.
I can get it back.

RESSLER: How do you know
she even has it?

Why wouldn't she?

So, you said you mailed it.
When?

After John
got back from Sam's.

Have you found him?

Do you know
where my husband is?

We're still looking,
but right now

I need you to focus
on that drive.

(WHISPERING)
What mailbox?

I want the location.

No. Listen. Please...

(SQUISHING)
(SCREAMS)

Okay! Okay! Okay!
Stop! (WHIMPERS)

TAMMY LYNN:
It was on our way
out of the city.

We went over the Key Bridge.
Drove right into Rosslyn.

The box is on the corner.

If you're lying,
our situation

will become markedly
more difficult.

Please. I'm not lying.
I promise.

LIZ: This is good, right?

We can still get to the drive
before Sandquist.

RESSLER: I'm not sure.

If Tammy told us, then John
probably told his captors.

And if he told them,
that means...

They're already
on their way.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Hey. So, I may have
some good news.

You figured out who was
calling that burner?

No. Not yet,
but I did check

with the post office
in Rosslyn,

and it turns out
that specific box

that Grimm used
to mail the drive

was scheduled
for a pick-up by the driver
over three hours ago.

LIZ: Meaning the dossier
is not there.

We still have a chance.

RESSLER: Aram,
get in touch with Rosslyn.

Have them locate
the truck and driver.

Tell them we're on our way.

Harold Cooper
to see the President.

Yes, Mr. Cooper.
I'll let him know you're here.

ARAM: No, uh, please. I need
to talk to the postmaster.

Yes. Urgent.

Okay, ma'am, I already
told you I'm with the FBI

and that this is a matter...
Okay. Yep.

I know you're busy, too,
but this...

Um. Okay. I'm sorry.
Uh, now...

I'm sorry. You've got to...
You have to hold on.

Give me a second.

Okay. What is it?

It just came online.
Literally 20 seconds ago.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(CELLPHONE VIBRATING)

Aram, I need
to call you back.

No, no, no, no, no.
Don't do that.

It's about one of the four
phone numbers we pulled
from Agent Tyson's burner.

I'm at the White House.

Uh, one of them is live,
like... Like right now.

And it's Anna McMahon.

Speaking to whom?

I don't know.
Uh, I'm pulling it up.

McMAHON: The Secret Service
is aware of the incident,

but none of it
is traceable to you.
MAN: And if it is?

McMAHON: You simply say
agents in your security detail

were killed trying to obtain
intel about an attack
on this country.

They died doing
their patriotic duty.

MAN: The FBI
knows differently.

McMAHON: Only Cooper
and his Task Force.

Which may be
to our advantage.

Okay, whoever's receiving
the call, they're on a burner.

Has he seen the dossier?
Do they have it?

McMAHON : This is a chance
to find out.
MAN: Hold on.

Yeah.

McMAHON: Talk to Cooper.
See what he knows.

You're positioned
perfectly to find out

just how far along
they are.

Fine. But I already know
the answer. Too far.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS
AND CLOSES)

You were right.

Tell me something
I don't know, Harold.

The President's involved
in McMahon's plot
against the U.S.

How is this even possible?

Diaz? The highest office
in the country?

That explains
the Secret Service.

But the President.
Involved in a plot
against America.

To do what?
And why?

I feel terrible.
I voted for him.

COOPER: Diaz has already
phoned me twice,

and that's not a call
I can dodge.

The only way to unravel this
is with that drive.

Where are we at
with the mail truck?
Any updates?

Oh. No. Nothing.
Uh, not yet.

I sort of got distracted
by the whole

"President is part
of the conspiracy" thing.

Well, it's out there.
And we need to find it.

Before Sandquist and McMahon.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Earl Wilson.

Agent Sandquist,
Secret Service.

We're acting on
a credible threat
from Homeland

that you may be
unintentionally

transporting
classified material.

Classified material?
Am I in some kind of danger?

We believe one of the boxes
on your route

was used
as a dead drop.

We need to escort you
to a secure site,

where we can
explain everything.

Right. Okay. Sure.

(STUTTERS) Hey, mister?

We got two other trucks

that, uh, run pick-ups
in this neighborhood.

Uh, do you want me
to notify my supervisor?
(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(BANGING ON WINDOW)
(MUFFLED) Hey!

Go! You gotta go!
MAN 2: Be quiet!

Who's that?

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
One of our suspects.

Oh. Okay. Um...

I'm sorry. What did you say
your name was again?

(MUFFLED) Go! Run!
They'll kill you!

No! No! No! No, no!

(YELLS)

(WHIMPERS)

Get him off the street
and into the truck.

(EARL WILSON YELLS)

AGENT RUDOLPH: Be quiet.

(SOBBING) Help!

Aram. What is it?

All right.
I've got bad news.

Now, the mail truck
is a Grumman LLV

built 30 years ago,
so there's no radio, no GPS.

No way to track it.
What about
the carrier's cell?

Can you trace that?
That's the thing.

The driver's name
is Earl Wilson.

45. Married,
with two kids.

Now, the two kids
are in middle school,

which is why the wife says
they use an app

to track
their family's movement.

Tell me
he's logged in.

He was logged in before
the signal died, but...

His last location
was headed northeast

on Rhode Island Avenue,
just past Eckington,

which is over
eight miles off his route.

The bags. Let's go.

RESSLER: So, is this
where we think he is?

ARAM: No.
And that's the problem.

The vehicle was traveling

at 68 miles per hour
when the signal went dead.

So it tells us
the direction

he was headed in,
not where he is.

COOPER:
Pull CCTV in the area.

Have local police canvass
the area

where the abduction
took place.

Find a witness.
Whatever it takes.

We need to find that driver.

Mr. Grimm.
We have a problem?

No, it's just
I can't...

Without my glasses,
I can't see.

AGENT RUDOLPH: Hey!

(EARL WILSON WHIMPERS)

That's a bad idea.

Pepper spray.

SANDQUIST: Take it easy.

We're all here
to help you, John.

Tell us what
we're looking for.

I don't know.
It's a small envelope.

Padded. Like a bubbled-wrapped
envelope. Maybe 5x7.

Okay, gentlemen.
You heard the man.

Small padded envelope.

Stacey Aguilar.
The Washington Post.

Let's get to work.

ARAM: Sir. Sir.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I think I figured it out.
Uh...

Not by tracking the driver
of the postal truck,
but Sandquist.

Tracking Sandquist?
I can't believe I didn't
think of it before.

He is Secret Service.

So I accessed
their employment files,

which is, like,
total legal,

and I pulled
his phone number...

Which you tracked.
...which is not so legal.

You have an address?

Six miles north
of where Earl Wilson's
cellphone went dead.

Nice work. Notify MPD.
Tell them we're on our way.

(KEYPAD DIALING)

That's the last bag.

I'm telling you, I'm trying.
SANDQUIST: Not hard enough.

Maybe you need
some incentive.

The mailman.
Bring him over here.

No! Please!
I'll find it!

No. No, no, no.

(SOBBING)
Please, please, please. No.

No, no, no!
No, no, no! Please!

(TIRES SCREECH)

What do we know?

No movement.
No one in or out.

No idea who's inside.
We can't wait.

(SCREAMING)
Please stop!
I'm begging you!

I don't think we're gonna stop
until you find that letter.

Maybe you stopped
the wrong truck, right?

I mean, maybe
that's the problem.
We got the wrong guy!

I don't know, Mr. Wilson.

You think we got
the wrong guy?

(SCREAMING)
I'm looking!
I'm looking!

SANDQUIST: Mr. Grimm,
you have the help of six men,

and we're all looking.

What worries me
is that you lied to me.

The drive isn't here.

Now, we can do this
without you.

We can simply open
each piece ourselves,

Before we do that,

before I blind
poor Mr. Wilson for life,

I'm gonna give you
one more chance.

RESSLER: FBI!
Show me your hands!

(GUNS FIRING)
(EARL WILSON SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(ENGINE STARTS)
RESSLER: Call it in!

We need a medevac!
(TIRES SQUEAL)

Take him!
I'm going after Sandquist!

LIZ: Hang on. Hang on.
(GASPING)

Hey. Hey. Shh.
Don't talk.

We've got help
on the way. Shh.

GRIMM: Pocket...

Listen to me.
You hear my voice?

Hang on. Stay with us.

Hey! Stay with us.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Anything
on the dossier yet?

Keen and Ressler
are en route.

Don't you love
the anticipation?

The moment before
the curtain goes up,

wondering if the show

will live up
to all the hype
and expectation.

I'm rooting
for underwhelming.
Aw.

Whatever intel the dossier
contains, too many people

have been killed
to keep it secret.

John Grimm.
Christopher Miles.
Ava Ziegler.

You were nearly killed.

I never properly
thanked you

for making sure
that didn't happen.

I was doing my job.

Harold.
You respect authority.

You follow
the chain of command.

And yet you marched
into the White House

and ordered the President
to stay my execution.

Desperate times...

What you did wasn't
a desperate measure.

It was an act of bravery
and friendship.

I can count on one hand

the number of people
to whom I owe my life.

You are one of them.

For that,
I am forever grateful.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

They're here.

RESSLER: Aram.

Okay, just, uh,
give me a second.

Okay. I need
to make sure

we run this through
our AV malware.

Remember when
classified documents

were classified
documents, Harold?

Typewritten on onion skin,
mimeographed, and stamped

"Top Secret" just like
in the spy movies?

That was fun.

Simpler times,
I suppose.

All right. Here we go.

LIZ: "The Princip Initiative."

What's that?
Princip?

Gavrilo Princip,
the Bosnian Serb

who assassinated
Archduke Ferdinand
of Austria.

That single act
set into motion
the chain of events

that ignited
the First World War.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)

LIZ: What are we looking at?

COOPER: Code names.
Operational details.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

ARAM:
There's a hyperlink here.

Madam Ziegler,
if you're watching this,

it's only because your people
have vetted my story.

As you know,
in September this year,

the BND contracted
my private security firm

for an intelligence-gathering
operation.

It was during that op

that I unintentionally
stumbled upon a plot,

one to assassinate
the sitting
American President.

Wait.

Diaz's plan
is to assassinate...

Himself?
So much for underwhelming.

Contained in this dossier
are the cables, intercepts,

and secret sources I've used
to unravel this plot.

There is a lot of
data-sourcing here.

To the best of my knowledge,
the operation appears

to be led by Anna McMahon,

a high-ranking official
in the Justice Department.

I believe McMahon,
along with select others,

are working in concert

with members
of the President's
security detail.

He doesn't sound like
he thinks the President
is in on this.

I don't know exactly
why this is happening

or who initiated the hit,

but I do know
the when and where.

President Diaz
and his opponent
will be conducting

a series of
presidential debates.

I have reason to believe

the hit will be carried out
during one of them.

I'm not sure who I can trust
within the U.S. government,

which is why
I'm coming to you.

Because we have a history.
Because I can trust you.

And because I think
you have the best chance

to save Robert Diaz's life.

RESSLER: All right.
There are three debates.

One last month,
one next month,

and one tomorrow
at Fillmont.

REDDINGTON:
See if the Third Estate

pulled a permit
to protest outside.

You told us McMahon had
nothing to do with them.

She doesn't.
But perhaps

she wanted us
to think she did.

Why? And how
does it fit in now?

The Third Estate
are domestic terrorists

dedicated to bringing down
the rich and powerful.

I'm sorry, but, uh,
am I understanding
this correctly?

The American President
is part of a plot

to assassinate himself.

It doesn't make
any sense.

I'm sorry.
What are we missing here?

He's not gonna
kill himself.

Uh, okay, well, it looks like
the Third Estate will be
protesting at the venue.

Of course they will.

They hate Diaz.
McMahon needs a patsy.

Who better to blame
for decapitating
the head of state

than a group
named after people

who decapitated
heads of state?

The debate is tomorrow.
That gives us a day

to figure out
how to prevent
the assassination.

But if the President
supposedly wants
this to happen,

we can't inform him
or the Secret Service.

So we're on our own.
And we're on a clock.

I want the blueprints
to that venue

and the path
to Diaz's motorcade.

I don't care if the President
is involved in the plot

to assassinate himself
or not.

Our job is to keep that
from happening.

POTUS is about
two minutes out.

It's over.
They have the dossier.

We don't know that.
Listen to me.

Listening to you got me shot
and five of my men killed.

They know.
Which is why
we can't call it off.

If we do, they'll arrest us
and we'll hang for treason.

We are gonna hang
for treason.

Not if someone else
takes the blame.

The Third Estate
can't save us now.

No. Only Reddington can.

Reddington.

We can get what we want.
And take him down
once and for all.

But if POTUS knows
that we lost the dossier,

he'll get cold feet.

Diaz cannot know the truth.

Milian, listen to me.

I know we haven't always
agreed on tactics,

but you have to trust me
on this one.

How do you feel?
Fine, sir.

Next question. And this time
I want an honest answer.

Did you get it?

Yes, sir. We did.

Please tell me
this makes sense to you.

The President conspiring
to kill himself?

REDDINGTON:
He took foreign money
to get elected.

If he did that, who knows
what else he's done.

Maybe people found out,
and the walls are closing in,

and he prefers to go out
as a martyr to the cause.

Many presidents
only live for their legacy.

Whatever the reason,
he's carrying a heavy burden.

People who kill themselves
always are.

Burdens they can't imagine
ever being able to cast off.

Are you talking about
the President or my mother?

Your mother
was not as bad as...

I understand why you might
think she was, but she wasn't.

She was a young woman
trying to make sense

of a world that was
falling apart around her.

She was on one side
of an unbridgeable divide.

Your father was on the other.
And you were in between.

Over the years,

your mother's legend
has grown.

Mythic spy.
Bloodless turncoat.

In the process, people forgot
the person behind the legend,

but I haven't.

If she were here,

I'm sure
she'd tell you she...

...made so many mistakes.

She was...

...scared and uncertain...

...and just...

...trying to do
the best she could.

Bring Agnes home,
Elizabeth.

If there's any risk...

There isn't.

Bring her home.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Thank you.

If you need me,
I'll be at Jin's.

Sinusitis
acting up again?

Nah. Sciatica.
(DOORS SLIDING)

I'm telling you,
the man is a wizard.

Be sure to get
all the case files,
paperwork, electronics.

Oh, my God.
This can't be good.
REDDINGTON: What?

RESSLER:
What are you doing here?

Sir, please put your hands
where I can see them.

Elizabeth,
what's happening?

McMahon's here
with DHS agents.

McMAHON: Agent Mojtabai,
you're under arrest

for conspiracy
to commit murder.

Murder? Wh... Um...
(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

Ressler.
What's going on?

They're arresting everyone.

McMAHON: You're going
to prison, Harold.

You and your entire team.
And why is that?

'Cause I know about your plot
to assassinate the President.

My plot?

You know
we have the dossier.

Diaz refused to commute
Reddington's sentence,

so he convinced you
to seek retribution.

You're trying to get us
before we get you.

You have the right
to remain silent.

I strongly suggest
your exercise it.

You do know
you actually need proof.

We have it. You don't.

What I have are five dead
Secret Service agents,

murdered by
your Task Force

for trying to stop
your conspiracy.

No one will ever believe you.
No one has to.

I have CCTV footage
that proves

your agents murdered them
in cold blood.

And John Grimm.
Who tortured and murdered him?

I'm fairly certain there's
traffic-camera footage

that confirms
your agents did.
Doctored footage.

He and his friend,
Sam Whatley. Poor men.

Gunned down for simply
trying to blow the whistle

on corruption
in law enforcement.

You won't get away
with this.

Take him downstairs.

Harold.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

I told you
I'd shut you down.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

I can't just stand here.
I got to do something.

REDDINGTON: Wait, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

(MUSIC PLAYING)