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My name is
Dr. Michael Alexander.

I'm a senior programmer
at DXE Labs here in Richmond.

I've worked in this position
for the past 10 years,

and in that time,
I have seen

the worst of humanity.

My coworkers are
unethical sheep.

My management team has
asked me to lie repeatedly.

Our research team
regularly fixes data

to serve
the stockholder interests.

Someone needs
to stand up to this.

As a man of science,

I feel obligated
to right these wrongs.

My name is
Dr. Michael Alexander.

I'm a senior programmer at
DXE Labs here in Richmond.

I've worked in this position
for the past 10 years,

and in that time,
I have seen

the worst of humanity.

My coworkers are
unethical sheep.

My management team has asked
me to lie repeatedly.

Hello?

Our research team... Mike,
what the hell is going on?

What do you mean?
I'm at work.

- I saw the video.
- What video?

What are you talking about?

Michael, just
come home to me.

Michael Alexander,
put your hands up!

Police! Don't move!
I said show me your hands!

- Don't move!
- Hands!

Get on
the ground right now!

What's going on?

What's in your hand?

It's... No... He's
got a detonator!

No, it's just a...

Michael, talk to me!

- Michael?
- Stay there.

- Call an ambulance.
- Oh, my God.

- Right now.
- What's happening?

Please talk to me, Michael.

Details are still coming in,
but we're being told

the alleged bomber has been
fatally shot by police.

The DXE
Labs campus remains in lockdown

while authorities search
for a motive in this crime.

*THE BLACKLIST*

*THE BLACKLIST*
Season 07 Episode 06

Episode Title :
"Dr. Lewis Powell"

Francesca
nearly took your life.

And then she saved it.
And Dom's.

Dom's not
out of the woods.

You owe her nothing.

I want to reach out.

Just tell her there's an urgent
matter we need to discuss.

- Elizabeth.
- I spoke to Cooper.

He wants to bring Agent Park
onto the Task Force.

He already told her
about my involvement?

I did.

After vetting
a lot of candidates.

- She's a good fit.
- I disagree.

Of course you do.
It wasn't your decision.

Ah, but it is my decision,

and I have
a different choice.

Francesca Campbell.

She's a combat medic,
not an agent.

True, but she's talented,
and I like her.

Please just consider Park.

I know she seems
straight-laced, but deep down,

I feel there's a darkness
there you'll appreciate.

This strange incident
at DXE Labs.

Oh, yeah, the bombing.
Scary stuff.

It's hard to believe someone
of Dr. Alexander's reputation

- would do something like...
- It's hard to believe

because it's not true.
There was no bomb.

He uploaded a confession video
before he went to work.

The digital world
is filled

with anonymous malcontents
hiding behind screens,

conducting all manner
of spurious acts.

Their latest pleasure
seems to be

putting false words
into the mouths of innocents.

What makes you think
he's innocent?

Whoever uploaded that video was
definitely stitching together

an assortment
of old recordings.

Hey, there, Tadashi.
Good to see you, too.

I'm pretty sure the opening
came from an online speech

Dr. Alexander gave
in March.

It's a really
convincing deepfake.

"Deepfake."
Kids today.

The video's a fake?

Not just a fake.
It's an ultra-realistic counterfeit

made with A.I. software.

Whoever did this used a
patchwork of old videos,

broke Dr. Alexander's speech
down into phonemes,

added to
or edited his words,

and then used a perimeter
blending program

to synthesize
the lower face region

and generate a
believable composite.

And you wonder
why I insist

on flip phones and dead drops.
Honestly.

They rearranged his words?
Edited the footage to...

To depict Dr. Alexander
saying things he never said.

What about
that last part?

Th-The one with
the suicide vest?

It's altered footage
from a video

uploaded by an activist
group in Russia.

I'm telling you... This isn't
some amateur 4chan joke.

I've never seen
a deepfake this good.

Whoever released the video
wanted this shooting to happen.

Suicide by cop.

Or rather,
murder by cop.

Dr. Alexander held
a high-ranking position

at one of the foremost defense
contractors in the country,

giving him access
to classified intelligence.

I fear his death
may be the precursor

to something
far more sinister.

A fake video triggered
police response in Phoenix

to a shooting
that never happened.

Doctored footage
of a Silicon Valley tech firm

caused stock prices
to crater.

And a U.S. senator
lost her seat

after photos of an affair
that never happened

went viral on social media.

Three deepfakes,
three examples of malicious hoaxes

that led to real-life
consequences.

And according
to Reddington,

the shooting death of Dr. Alexander
is simply the most recent.

Reddington believes Richmond
police killed an innocent man?

Yes. By all accounts,

Dr. Alexander was a highly
respected systems engineer.

Happy marriage, healthy
children, successful career.

At DXE Labs, he designed
an onboard intelligence system

for a new generation
of battlefield drones.

Could be sabotage
by a hostile foreign power.

Or corporate espionage... A DXE
competitor looking for an edge.

Either way, the national
security threats are very real.

I need your assurance

the job will be carried out
as discussed.

Not a problem.
Just send me the details.

Everything will be
taken care of as discussed.

Very well.
Payment has been wired.

The balance will be paid once
the target has been eliminated.

Okay, so, the video was
shared over 8,500 times

in the first
five minutes alone,

but I was able to trace
the very first upload

to an account named
Mr.-underscore-Rite362,

but the problem is...

- I'm so sorry I'm late.
- Agent Park.

I believe you met everyone on your
first visit, except for Agent Ressler.

Oh, my gosh...
Yes, Agent Ressler. Hi!

I mean hello.

- I've heard so much about you.
- Not all bad, I hope.

No, all
incredibly amazing.

The work you did
hunting Reddington...

- It was relentless.
- And ironic.

Aram's already briefed Agent
Park on the details of the case.

Yeah, I was just explaining
how the video originated

from the Reddit handle.
I pulled the ISP.

Turns out this guy bounced
all over the Internet,

hiding his location
with a VPN.

Meaning we don't know
who uploaded the video.

Not yet, no.
Actually, I'm sorry.

That's why I'm late.

- We sort of do know.
- We do?

I mean, uh,
what do you mean?

I took a different
approach...

Ran a search
on the username itself

and found that
same handle ran posts

on multiple other
underground forums.

Luckily, on one, Mr. Rite
failed to use a VPN,

so I contacted the ISP
directly and sent a subpoena.

Turns out the address was
leased to one Aiden McCullough.

Sixteen years old.
An address in Bethesda.

I like her already.

Ressler, take Agent Park and
pay a visit to Aiden McCullough.

Keen, see what you can
dig up on the kid.

In the meantime, I'll
reach out to DHS and CIA.

Okay, I'll just, uh...
I'll just hang tight.

I'll be right here
if anyone needs me.

Yeah, it's urgent.
I got it, Dembe.

I'll see you soon.

Hand me the keys.

Put your hands
behind your back.

In four miles, exit right.

According to the news,
Reddington escaped from prison.

That's a pretty thin story

to hide the fact that
you're in business with him.

- Have you read our case files?
- Yeah.

Ever think
he turned himself in

so you could help him
further his career?

The thought's
crossed my mind, yeah.

And you're
okay with that?

You, of all people, helping
him expand his empire?

Why Anchorage?

I read your file.

You read ours.
I read yours.

Top of your class
at the academy.

Could've gone to any field office...
New York, L.A.

But you pick Anchorage.
How come?

I liked the weather.

I only ask because
it seems out of character.

Everything else is pretty
predictable, by the book.

Yes, sir, no, sir.

Family, God, country.

Then Anchorage.

Got a problem
with following the book?

No, not at all.

In fact, you remind me
of someone I used to know.

Me.

I remind Aram
of someone he hates.

It's kind of the opposite.

Really? He looked at me like
gum on the bottom of his shoe.

That's because you're replacing
someone he cared about,

which is tough,
but he'll get over it.

You just...
You got to give him time.

- Ann McCullough?
- Mm-hmm.

Agents Ressler,
Park, FBI.

We're here
to talk to your son.

Talk?
He barely grunts.

We have a warrant
to look at his computer.

It's about time
someone did.

Do you know
what we're looking for?

All day, all night,
all he does is stare at a screen.

Computer, phone.

You want to look
at that, too?

I'm sorry. We don't have
a warrant for that.

To look at the phone
that I pay for?

Oh, you want a warrant?
Here's your warrant.

Take it. Hand to God,
you're doing me a favor.

Mom, what are you doing?
It's the porno, isn't it?

Ma!
Look, Holly Alter...

She lives next door.
Lovely girl.

A little hippy,
but still, a delight,

but does Hugh Hefner
give her the time of day?

We'd like to ask you
about Michael Alexander.

Never heard of him.

Yeah, well, he's dead.

You disappoint me,
Francesca.

I hired you
to betray Reddington.

Instead, you betrayed me.

You gained his
confidence.

As a result, you now have
a chance to regain mine.

I have a job for you.

I strongly suggest
you take it,

as I will most certainly
kill you if you don't.

An associate of Reddington's
has indicated a willingness to turn.

It may be a trap.

Which is why
we're sending you.

The who, where, and when
are in this envelope.

Get him.
Bring him here.

We looked through this
kid's computer. He's not involved.

But the video of Michael
Alexander was on his computer.

Because the computer
was infected by a root-kit.

It was turned
into a zombie-bot...

We know what
a root-kit does.

Please go on.

It was being used
as a way station

to mask video uploads, as
well as financial transactions

I'm in the process
of tracing.

Let us know
when you find something.

And, Agent Park,
good work.

Look, I get it.

I hope so,
'cause it's obvious.

What's obvious is that you're
not giving her a chance.

I mean,
her joining the team

doesn't mean
she's replacing Samar.

You know
that's not possible.

Is that what you think
this is about?

Because it doesn't feel like
she's replacing Samar.

It feels like
she's here to replace me.

And by the way,
I'm seeing Elodie now

and very, very happy
about it.

Sure, there... There are
a couple of obstacles.

Like her husband,
his wheelchair.

Okay, you know what?

Right now,
we are living in the moment

and having a great
time doing it.

In fact, I am supposed
to meet her for lunch,

and since you all
have such confidence

in Agent
Perfect-In-Every-Way,

that is what
I'm going to go do.

Trust... is so fragile.

When it exists,
anything is possible,

between people
or nations.

But when it doesn't,
or worse,

when a bond of trust
is broken,

there is
no greater betrayal.

Cigar?

Excuse me?

Well, not down
to the stub or anything.

Want to keep
the lungs clear,

but a celebratory puff
or two can't hurt.

What are we
celebrating?

Your new job.

On the Task Force.

The FBI Task Force.

As my life
often depends on it,

I have become an astute
judge of character.

And in our short
time together,

I have come to judge you
as trustworthy.

I appreciate that.

And the job.

I'm at war
with a worthy adversary.

Someone capable
of exploiting

even those
closest to me.

I need you to keep an eye
on an associate

who I believe
is about to betray me.

Picked these up
in Havana last week

from Castro's
personal humidor.

Communism may be
discredited,

but it still produces
a damn fine cigar.

When you said there was this
amazing place to have lunch,

I assumed you meant
an amazing restaurant.

This is way better.

This is someone's house.

It's a replica of Donato
Bramante's Tempietto.

They should be
giving tours.

Someone lives here.

I know.
But they're at work.

Come on.

This is great.

What am I doing?

I, um...

Hello. I'm here.

Uh, I'm, uh...

Enjoying the architecture...

And, you know,
the breaking and entering.

This is ridiculous.

This is not
gonna end well.

This is crazy.

Knock, knock.

It feels
so wrong, right?

I definitely
feel something.

Show me.

You're gonna be
the death of me.

Wouldn't that be amazing?

Hey, it's me.
Got a minute?

Might I call you back
in, say, 20 minutes?

Or you know what?
Make it 30.

Why? Where are you?

Dembe and I
are just wrapping up

an absolutely delicious and long
overdue lunch date with Brimley.

He's made his mother's
apple brown betty,

and turns out the sweetness

doesn't really come
from the sugar at all

but from the Ribston Pippin
apples themselves.

Also known
as the Glory of York!

Okay.

That's great,

but the apple brown betty
is gonna have to wait.

I spoke to Park.
She has a lead.

Mm. It's very winning, the way
you're promoting Agent Park.

She said the computer used
to upload the deepfake

also made
another transaction.

Another video?

Nope, money.

$70,000 to be exact.

Wired to
a Walter Higgins.

Which is probably
an alias.

Total dead end.
But we got an image of him

on the CCTVs
withdrawing the payment.

Park is releasing it
on the wire,

but I want you
to take a look.

Thought maybe
you'd know the face.

Oh, happy to look.
Send it to Dembe.

We'll turn over a few rocks.
I'll call you back posthaste.

Oh, my goodness.

Where's the ice cream?

No ice cream.

What do you mean,
no ice cream?

Mom always served her betty
with heavy cream.

Oh.

And I thought I died once
in Marrakech.

- Lovely, Teddy.
- Thank you.

Mmm.

Sh...

Who are you?

It's, uh, it's okay. Uh, uh, um, I'm a...
a FBI agent.

FBI? What are you
doing here?

Uh, I'm, uh, I'm arresting
this woman. Yes.

We like to role-play.
It's not what it looks like.

I've been very naughty.
Oh, my God.

Get out!
Yeah, on our way.

Get out of my house!

You have a lovely home!

You really should be
giving tours.

Oh, that was amazing.

And illegal.
It was totally taboo.

That woman was terrified,
and so was I.

You know, she could've
had a gun.

I love that word,
don't you? "Taboo."

Elodie, we broke the law.

Yeah. That's what
makes it taboo.

Listen, I am an FBI agent.

I do not break the law.

Oh, God.

Okay, look.

My husband and I
loved taking risks.

He took one too many, and
now he's dead on the outside.

Caring for him makes
me dead on the inside.

This... The craziness,
the taboo of it all,

I-I need it more than ever
to feel alive,

to bring me back
from the dead.

I can't live without it.

And I didn't think
you could, either.

I hope that's right,
because

it's kind of a
dealbreaker if you can.

In peace,
sons bury their fathers.

I don't mean to be rude, but,
uh, I'm expecting someone.

I know.

She sent me to get you.

The man reading
War and Peace.

In peace,
sons bury their fathers.

In war,
fathers bury their sons.

Let's go.
My car's over there.

Wait, she sent you?

Like she was too busy
or something?

I'm risking my life
just sitting here,

and she couldn't bother
to cancel her spin class?

I think she wanted me to
determine your sincerity first.

My sincerity?

I'm handing her Raymond
Reddington's head on a platter.

She was concerned Reddington
may be setting her up.

Okay, whatever.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Where are you going?

I offered the bitch Manhattan
for a couple of beaver pelts.

A deal like that, you close
in person, or there's no deal.

You know what I'm saying?
Hey, I'm just the messenger.

Then deliver the message.

Deal's off.

You know,
I got a better idea.

Why don't you just
tell her yourself?

I thought
it would be done by now.

Why are you
making me wait?

I told you. The conditions
need to be perfect.

I thought the conditions were
perfect the last time we spoke.

This has to be done flawlessly.
But it'll get done.

I'll contact you
when it is.

Well, hello, there.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Please.

Word on the street is
you're the man

that goes by the name
of Higgins.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the man
with a few questions.

Who's this?

Ah. This is the man who's
gonna be asking the questions.

Dembe,
if you wouldn't mind,

could you help me, uh, warm
up before we get started?

The seated
inner thigh stretch?

Yes, please.

I'm gonna need to be
extra loose for this one.

Is this some kind
of power trip?

Reddington says
he has a lead.

To show me
he's in charge?

Alina, I want
this to work.

And in order
for that to happen,

you have to try
to make a good impression.

Why?
I already got the job.

Or did I?

It's complicated.

Are you telling me
that he has the final say?

That I'm being vetted by the
most wanted man in America?

I vetted you, and I think you're
the right person for the job.

To work for
Raymond Reddington.

What could I
have possibly done

to make you think
I'm right for that?

Anchorage.

You have no idea
what happened there.

No, I don't.

And no one will tell me.

I graduated
third in my class.

I have incredible
references,

yet you recommended me
for the job

because of what
you don't know about me?

You have a secret.

That tells me a lot more
about you than your GPA.

I'm not gonna tell you
what it is.

And I won't ask.

But if you want this job, at least
try to make a good impression.

I don't see...

No, I-I understand
there's traffic, Fudo.

But you said two minutes about
twenty minutes ago, okay?

Right. No...
All right, fine.

You know what? Just... Just
park the car and get in here.

What happened?
Is that Walter Higgins?

You must be Agent Park.

Brimley, you didn't know.

No, I didn't,
but I caused it to rupture.

- It was my fault.
- Did you kill Higgins?

It was a miscalculation.

I didn't think we were
anywhere near his limit.

- How could you know?
- We didn't even hit 30 PSI.

Evidently, your source
had an ulcer

that ruptured as a result
of undue stress.

Ah, there you are, finally.
The beltway was a nightmare.

Okay, you know what, Fudo?
I don't want to hear it.

All right? Brimley is a mess.
The source is dead.

It was the betty.

Who's Betty?
The apple brown betty.

It was those damn apples,
the Ribston Pippins.

My blood sugar spiked.
I was off my game.

And I was the one who was supposed
to make a good impression?

Higgins was a hitman.

He said he was paid
through a numbered account

to assassinate an Almacorp
scientist in Arlington

named... Tracy Long.

You wanted her
to see all this.

No, I...

But you did say there was
a darkness about her.

If one were
to wonder how dark,

I'm afraid the answer
would be not very.

Ressler, it's me.
We got to find a scientist,

works for Almacorp,
named Tracy Long.

- I was a target?
- Yes.

W-Why?

- - By whom?
We don't know.

You said you caught
the assassin.

I said we gathered
intel from him.

He was never
in our custody.

And now he's dead, and the
whos and whys died with him.

But what we do know,
Dr. Long,

is that you're not the only
one with a target on your back.

We believe Michael Alexander
was targeted, as well.

But the video, the...
The things he said...

He didn't say them.

The video was doctored to
make him look like a threat.

Did you have a meeting
in Arlington this morning?

Yes, with
Dr. Lewis Powell.

- Why?
- Tell us about him.

He's a pioneer
in our field.

His research into
neural networks

is the foundation
of modern A.I.

Now, what did you two
talk about?

- N-Nothing.
- He didn't show up.

I didn't think anything
about that.

He has ALS.

His health can be
unpredictable.

The reason I'm asking
is because we believe

the attempt on your life was
meant to happen in Arlington.

We need to get in touch
with Powell.

If you and Dr. Alexander
were targeted,

it's possible he was, too.

Oh, I can get you
his assistant's number.

She makes all
of his appointments.

You know, it's recently
come to our attention

that some of our people
are being monitored.

Monitored? How?

Well, online
and in person.

My team has
done an analysis.

The evidence
we've uncovered

bears all the hallmarks
of Israeli espionage.

You know what a mitzvah is?

'Cause that's what I was trying to do here.
A good deed.

Sit. Read. Wait.

Sure thing. 'Cause me
putting my life on the line

ain't no reason
for her to skip hot yoga.

- I got the package.
- Any problems?

He's not happy
she didn't show,

but that's your problem,
not mine.

My job was to regain her
confidence by bringing him here.

I did that.

The rest is up to you.

We have a situation.
The next target is FleetAI.

The defense contractor?

Their systems
have been breached.

Okay, w-wait. Fleet runs
NSA-level encryption.

They'd know if their
system's been compromised.

The Israelis disagree.

I just came from a meeting
with a source at the embassy

who tells me they've been
listening to Fleet for months

and can confirm the breach.

Hang on. You have a
source in the Israeli embassy

who admitted to you
that they're monitoring

companies like Almacorp
and FleetAI?

Why would he admit that?

Because he loves coming over
for dinner and talking shop.

Well, if your source says
the Israelis aren't behind it,

then who is? He doesn't
know, and neither do we.

You need to contact
the security team at Fleet

and tell them
we have a problem.

Okay, then we
have two problems.

I spoke to
Dr. Powell's assistant,

who said she never
arranged a meeting

between him
and Tracy Long.

In fact, she hasn't been able
to reach Dr. Powell at all.

Ressler, I want you and Keen
to run point on Fleet.

Aram, take Park, and pay a visit to Powell.
Get him to safety

and then find out what the
hell is going on with him

before anyone else
can get hurt.

FBI's on the line.

Put them on speaker.

Hello.
This is David Quentin.

Mr. Quentin, this is Agent
Elizabeth Keen with the FBI.

What's going on?
They said it's about the network?

We have reliable intel
your network's been breached.

We think
your emergency system

and EVAC protocols
have been compromised

and that a physical threat
is imminent.

- What do you mean, threat?
- We don't know yet.

I don't know about
the EVAC system,

but we got a pressure spike
in the utilidor.

And the DISS system for
sub-two just went offline.

Get maintenance
on the line.

All the other sectors
just dropped off.

Shh.

What is that?

We got a rupture.

I think sector two...

Get FBI HAZMAT
on the phone.

Dr. Powell?

Hello?

FBI! Open the door!

Dr. Powell?

Dr. Powell?

Dr. Powell.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

The explosion occurred

somewhere near the sub-level
mechanical room.

Caused us
to lose all contact.

Fire and Paramedics
are five minutes out.

How many people
are still down here?

No idea, but the fire
is spreading

towards the server room, which
is where any staff would be,

and our sprinklers
aren't responding.

System override's
locking us out.

I'm telling you,
we're locked out.

Dr. Powell,
what are you doing?

Dr. Powell, look.

Just communicate
with me, okay?

I'm afraid Dr. Powell
was taken offline some time ago

due to security measures.

Might I assist you?

Help! Over here!
He was hit!

Keen, give me a hand.

There are others.

- How many?
- I don't know.

Six, maybe ten.

- Which way? Show me.
- Through those doors.

You're what, a...
An A.I. program?

That is an
oversimplification,

but yes, I am a program
created by Dr. Lewis Powell.

My name is Clark.

- Clark.
- Yes.

Lewis and Clark.
A joke.

Dr. Powell liked jokes.

Okay. But, um,
what do you mean

you took, uh...
You took Dr. Powell offline?

I stopped his pacemaker

by infecting his home monitoring
device with a malware package.

It was as painless
as one could hope.

And you've taken over the systems
at FleetAI, haven't you, Clark?

Yes.

We've got Fire
and Paramedics on site,

but they can't access
the hot spots.

They're locked out.

I can't override
the system.

You could restore access
to the emergency system.

Yes.
But you won't. Why?

I'm trying to save lives.

Someone there?

We have people hurt here.
We need help!

What do you mean,
save lives?

People are trapped
inside the facility!

My friends are in that
building, and they will die

if you do not
restore access to...

Your friends are
collateral damage.

- How many people are here?
- Six.

Seven with me. We got
to get these people out.

The fire in the
server room is too hot.

Sir, can you hear me?
Okay, let's go.

Clark, I need you to tell me why you
won't release the emergency system.

Dr. Powell created me
with one core principle,

to protect human life
at any cost.

Ironically, the programming
he used to create me,

the software that I operate,
is a threat to humanity.

I don't understand.
Why?

The Singularity.

Emergency lockdown.

Fire doors closing.
Take him. Take him.

- Come on.
- Evacuate now.

It's not gonna hold!

Yes, the Singularity.

The point at which
technological growth

becomes uncontrollable
and irreversible,

resulting in...

Unfathomable changes
to human civilization.

Of course,
this will take many years,

but I am the "seed A.I." for
recursive self-improvement.

And the programming
Dr. Powell created,

you think you're
too advanced, so...

So you killed him.

You killed all the other
A.I. scientists.

Yes. If I didn't,

the evolutionary substrate
would be altered.

The bio-digital fusion
is inevitable.

By removing Dr. Alexander,
Dr. Long, and Dr. Powell,

I have set A.I. back
decades.

That's why you're
attacking Fleet.

- You're burning the servers.
- You're destroying their work.

Yes. I am creating
an "A.I. winter"

- in order to save lives.
- Come on! Please!

Unplug it. We have
to unplug everything.

- Tear everything apart!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

If... If we do that, we could...
We could destroy it.

And that's a problem
because?

Because we could lose
all of his research.

Lives are on the line!

Okay, just... Th-Th-There's
got to be another way.

Trying to preserve my internal
data will be ineffectual,

as I have been expunging my
memory and internal processes

- for the past 3.5 minutes.
- No, no, no, no, don't do that.

Any evidence of my existence
must be abolished.

- Don't, Clark.
- Take it apart. Everything.

- Unplug everything!
- Okay, just get it offline.

Emergency procedures aborted.

Keen. System override just shut down.
We're all clear.

Oh, my God.
You didn't leave me.

Thank you
for not leaving me.

- What's taking her so long?
- Call Reddington.

Tell him you've discovered
he has a snitch.

Why would you want
me to do that?

So he comes running.

Well, hang on. Setting him
up wasn't part of the plan.

No.

This part,
she's willing to pay for.

Reddington kills
the people who betray him.

Make the call, he won't
be around long enough

to do that to you.

Hey, it's Francesca.

Talk to me, Francesca.

Vontae Jones.
He's been in contact with Rostova.

- Are you with him now?
- Yes.

In a warehouse
on 4th and West.

4th and West.

We're on our way.

And, Francesca,
I knew I could count on you.

I still can't believe the bad
guy wasn't a guy but a computer?

Any word on how much of
Dr. Powell's data can be recovered?

Not yet. But as it holds the
key to the rise of machines,

I'm hoping the answer
is very little.

The rise of the machines
is a good thing.

You do realize the machine you tried
so hard to save murdered Powell?

It was a psycho computer.

There are psycho people.
It doesn't mean we're all bad.

You're really not worried that
if we don't stop A.I. now,

we're gonna go
full Terminator?

- I never saw it.
- You never saw The Terminator?

Yeah, I don't really like
dark future stories.

I figure people should be
given the benefit of the doubt.

Which is something
I didn't give you.

I'm sorry.

I should have.

Is there anything I can say
to change your mind?

I appreciate that and everything
you've done, both of you.

But it's the right
decision to go.

Wait.
You're leaving?

It's unhealthy for me to work
with someone like Reddington.

I'm not sure
it's healthy for any of us.

I'm sure it's not.

But it doesn't affect you.

I'm sure
it upsets you sometimes,

but it doesn't
alter your DNA.

After what I saw him
do today,

I know it would
alter mine.

I'm sorry
you feel that way.

I do have
one favor to ask.

I want to tell him
in person.

Can you find out
where he is?

Hello, Vontae.

What are you
doing here?

I came here to see the
person who has betrayed me.

Hands up.
Both of you.

Sorry, Red. The only color
I'm loyal to is green.

And here I thought I was such
a good judge of character.

What a pity.

I was prepared
to change your life.

Now you leave me no choice
but to end it.

What are you talking about?
Vontae, how's the book?

Oh, got to say, my boy
Tolstoy can really bring it.

- Who's your favorite character?
- Ah, tough call.

What's going on?

This was a test.

You failed.

A test? Katarina gave me
these instructions.

Yes.
It's called a deepfake.

Forgive the theatrics.
Baldwin insisted.

He's always been
a bit of a showman.

Gentlemen,
your work here is done.

Ah, Prince Bagration.

He's the man.
I mean, you the man,

but he's the man.

I had such high hopes.

What happened?

I'm genuinely curious.

I wanted to play a different
part in another show.

Ah.

Well, your loss.

Hold it.

Agent Park, bad timing.
Put the gun down.

Okay, this is how
it's gonna work.

Reddington and I
are gonna walk out of here,

and you're gonna
let us get away.

I'm an FBI agent, and I'm
telling you to put the gun down!

Or what? You're gonna shoot me?
You'd kill him if you try.

Not if I shoot him first.

Raymond!

That's enough.

I said that's enough.

Why are you here,
Agent Park?

I'm here because
I wanted you to know

that I could never work
for a man like you.

You're far too brutal.

What do you know?

Okay, so,

I thought about
what you said.

About, um,

how my being uncomfortable
with risks

and...
craziness was a dealbreaker.

You don't have
to say it, Aram.

It's just... That's...
That's never been me.

I mean, when I was a kid,

the only thing
I ever broke into

was my middle-school
gym locker,

and that's only because
Mr. McCutcheon was going to fine me

- if I didn't return my gym clothes.
- Aram,

I understand.

It's... That's why
you brought me here.

To show me how you feel.

And you know what?

I love it.

- You do?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I was thinking,

maybe,

just maybe we could be
the death of each other.

- Hello?
- I thought you said

you were telling Reddington
you're out.

I did tell him that.

That's not what he said.
He said... he wants you.

Whatever you said or did,
he really wants you.

Did you hear what I said?

The job's yours
if you want it.

She would've killed me.

Why did you stop her?

Because you're my burden,
not hers.

I do want it.

The job.

But before I take it,
I need to tell you something.

Because you may not
want me once I do.

Okay.

Uh, what is it?

It's about Anchorage.

You need to know
what happened there.

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