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Hey, are you all right?

What were you doing?

Heads.

Good fortune.

Yeah, I was really nervous about telling my sister,

but she just said that she's happy I'm in a good place.

And of course, I made amends to the guy whose fruit stand I hit.

He's actually in recovery, too.

Yeah, he gave me some,

some really good things to think about.

Well, that's great.

How'd it go with Jill?

Well, I-I was, I was thinking of reaching out

to this buddy of mine next and...

Come on. You gotta call your wife.

Well, I'm-I'm working up to her.

No, what you're doing is trying to make amends

to everyone you can think of

except the one person you hurt the most.

Yeah, hurt doesn't even begin to describe it.

I know this is hard.

I struggled with it, too,

but it's something we have to do

if we want to get better.

Do better.

I don't even know where to begin with her.

Well, at the beginning.

Pick up the phone. Say hello.

Take it from there.

- Okay? - Okay.

I think maybe I'll, uh, I'll invite her to lunch.

You know, lunch is the,

the meal with the fewest expectations.

Look, no matter what happens,

you can call me when you're done.

- All right? - Yeah. I will.

Thank you.

You're a hard man to get ahold of these days.

Well, now that we don't have Agent Malik

to act as a go-between.

I was sorry to see her return to the Post Office.

She turned out to be a very amiable traveling companion.

Snores, though.

I was hoping she'd stay around a little longer

so I could set her up with a sleep doctor I know.

Very difficult to get an appointment with,

but I once got his wife out of a terribly awkward situation

in Connecticut, so he owes me.

I sent her to surveil you, not make friendship bracelets.

So you're saying I'll have to rely on you

to pass along the details about Dr. Matthewson?

I'm saying we need cases.

That's why I am here.

Panabaker let me know that Hudson's

recruited a powerful ally, Senator Dorf.

Now he's starting to ask questions about Task Force 836.

I take it that's us.

Let him ask.

We've done good work.

And you have greatly compromised the evidence of that.

I'll take care of Hudson.

Sooner rather than later we're gonna need to prove

to the government that we're worth what we cost.

We need to solve new cases as soon as possible.

The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago.

The second best time is now.

Luckily for you, I have three seedlings.

The first seedling is the tragedy

at the Wexford Fertility Clinic.

The temperature controls

at their storage facility went down.

They suffered a total loss of the embryos in their care.

Heartbreaking for all those families,

rumored to be among Washington's best

and brightest, if there is such a thing.

And the financial implications are significant.

Wexford charges over $30,000 per retrieval,

and most couples do more than one.

So, the lawsuits will be staggering,

if the clinic is to blame for the loss, that is.

But I don't believe they are.

Reddington thinks this is the work of a sophisticated hacker

who deliberately targeted the clinic.

IVF can be controversial.

Maybe it's a protest against the science.

Do we think it was an attack

against the entire facility, or particular individuals?

Reddington doesn't know.

We'll need to ask the hacker personally.

You mentioned Raymond has three cases.

The hacker did them all?

No.

The next case is a complicated killer...

All three died in local hospitals

while undergoing treatment.

The first two patients that died

mentioned battles with serious health conditions,

and Gabriel Gear was over 70.

It seems like all three of these people died of natural causes.

Most unnatural, I assure you.

I believe these patients were visited

by a so-called Angel of Mercy.

A doctor who intentionally kills their patients?

Or nurse.

Angels of Mercy usually say they were trying

to prevent their patients' suffering,

but in most cases, the patients would have pulled through

without their caregiver's "intervention."

Reddington thinks that if we look closer...

You'll find an Angel of Death

stalking the halls of D.C.'s most prominent hospitals.

And then, there's your third case.

A case of trust betrayed.

Reddington's not interested

in the company who harmed the worker, he's interested in the lawyer

who settled the suit.

Rebecca Anders.

Successful personal injury attorney.

Reddington alleges she's stealing from her clients.

Most of her settlements are undisclosed,

but he believes it's in the millions.

Where's the money going?

There's a question worth

sinking your inquisitive teeth into.

With the number of lawsuits she's settled,

she could be the financial support

behind any number of nasty schemes.

I'll say it, it seems like Reddington's

willing to play ball again,

I'm just confused about what the game is.

Why is he giving us three Blacklisters at once?

- Are they connected? - I don't know.

But let's not waste time looking a gift horse in the mouth.

With three cases, we'll need to divide and conquer.

I can review the medical records

and reach out to some pathology friends of mine.

That works.

Agent Ressler, I'd like for you to go talk

to Anders' most recent client.

Agent Malik, Agent Zuma, that leaves you with the IVF clinic.

- We're on it, sir. - Whatever Reddington's up to,

three cases means three opportunities

to prove our worth.

You can take all that with you.

It paints a pretty full picture.

Employee manuals, forklift certification protocols...

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

What misunderstanding?

You said the FBI was looking into negligence.

I've got everything you need to open a case right there.

I'm here with questions about Mrs. Anders.

My lawyer?

I'm on two wheels for the rest of my life

because my boss didn't want to pay an extra few bucks.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I've got nothing but good things to say about her.

Kemp Shipping didn't want to pay for industry-standard training,

so she had them pay me.

I sleep great at night knowing they're out

a million-dollar settlement because of her.

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

Are you with her client?

Yeah, I'm here with him now, but I don't think

I'm gonna get anything out of him.

I mean, he loves Anders.

She got him a million dollars.

A million? He said that, one million?

Yeah, why?

I was calling because I got ahold of

Kemp Shipping's General Counsel.

According to their copy of the settlement,

they agreed to pay him three-and-a-half million.

If that's true...

We're looking at some serious felony charges.

We need to bring the lawyer in for questioning.

You know what I'm thinking? If this is the real deal...

The other two cases are just as serious.

And we're just getting started.

Thank you for coming.

This has been an absolute nightmare,

but knowing the FBI's involved is somewhat of a relief.

We've also brought on Todd Wagner

of Addabbo CommTech.

They manage our network security.

Anything we can do to help.

Sandy mentioned that you think

this might have been a deliberate attack?

We have intelligence to suggest that,

but first we'd like to hear about what happened.

We lost power overnight in the storm.

Should have been routine,

that's why we have a backup generator,

but we didn't expect for the backup generator to also fail.

Embryos are very fragile.

Unfortunately, the alert system that lets us know

the units aren't maintaining the proper temperature

also shut down in the outage.

So the alert system also went down?

By the time we knew something was wrong, it was too late.

That's a lot of coincidences.

Too many.

We need to contact the Cyber Action Team

to look into your security network systems.

I'm happy to show them around.

Believe me, they're gonna need a guide,

and nobody knows the system better than me.

I'd also like to see a list of your patients.

If we can figure out why you were targeted,

it might also help us figure out by whom.

I can't release that without a subpoena,

but if you file for one, we won't fight it.

You really think she's a master criminal?

Reddington put her on the Blacklist.

She must have done something nefarious

with the money she's stolen.

Let's find out.

I talked to Clive Lewis.

The guy loves you. Not enough good things to say.

So excited about that million- dollar settlement you got him.

I won't talk about that settlement.

And Clive shouldn't be, either.

He signed an NDA.

That's awfully convenient for you.

That gives him no way to ask

why he's getting a million dollars

when we have settlement documents

from Kemp Shipping here

agreeing to three-and-a-half.

See?

That's the agreement from Kemp Shipping.

And that's the one that Clive gave us.

They're identical, except for the figure.

You got Clive to sign the phony one,

and then you forged his signature on the real one.

Abusing the fact that he settled out of court

and had no way to verify the accuracy of what he had signed.

And when we looked into other cases you've handled,

well, we found dozens of clients

who were forced into private arbitration

so their settlement amounts

would never make it to the press.

And with all your clients signing NDAs

and no reason not to trust you,

well, they had no way of knowing you were robbing them blind.

You'll have to prove that in court.

No, we could. But we'd rather do something

that's well within your wheelhouse, settle.

- Settle? - In a manner of speaking.

We want to know who you're funneling that money to.

I don't understand.

Well, you don't seem to be sitting on it

anywhere that we can find,

so either you're hiding it very, very well,

or else you're bankrolling something... or somebody.

Look, we have you dead to rights.

It's not a matter of if you're going to prison,

but for how long.

If you want to inform on your confederates,

well, maybe we could work something out.

Fine.

I took the money.

But there's no conspiracy, unless we're talking about

how much it costs to get your kids

into a good school these days.

$20,000 per kid, per year, and that's just preschool.

It doubles with every graduation.

Then there's the vacations, the cars,

my commitment on the board of Wild Society...

We bought a beach house last year.

Twenty-five hundred square feet in Key Biscayne.

But that's it.

I'm being honest when I say I have no idea

why you think there's anything more to this.

She's provided documentation that proves

everything she said was true.

Anders wasn't funding anything but her own lifestyle.

Reddington tells us about a crooked lawyer,

and we go and we look

and we find a crooked lawyer, case closed?

I know I haven't been around as long as you guys,

but doesn't it seem a little open and shut

for a Reddington case?

This feels too simple for Raymond.

I can't help but suspect there's another shoe waiting to drop.

Well, I hear that,

I just don't see how it belongs to Anders.

We don't know what Reddington's angle is,

but that's nothing new.

We need to keep working.

We still have two cases to solve.

If we can close all three, that's a win in my book.

I just wish we knew what Reddington was up to.

Congressman Hudson.

Who do you have your eye on?

Wexford Fertility responded to our subpoena.

That's the list of everyone who had embryos at the clinic.

So any of the people on this list

could have been the target of the hack.

Except, I don't think it was a hack.

What do you mean?

I just got the report back from the Cyber Action Team,

and here's the thing,

the attacker shut down the backup generator remotely,

but not through unauthorized means.

They exploited a backdoor in the clinic's network servers.

It's the type of access point that companies put in place

to conduct regular maintenance.

It was very well-hidden.

Our Cyber Team has cutting-edge resources

and even they almost missed it.

This is either the work of a very talented hacker

with even more resources than the FBI,

or somebody already in the system.

Who maintains the security server?

A company called Addabbo CommTech.

As in Alexander Addabbo?

He's the founder and CEO of the company. Why?

He and his wife had embryos destroyed in the attack.

So the man that owns the company

had his own embryos there?

That can't be a coincidence.

- You think he was the target? - Or the attacker.

Either way, we need to talk to him and find out what he knows.

Hey. How'd it go? What did Jill say?

I-I... I couldn't face her.

You didn't go?

No, I-I-I had my hand on the door handle,

and I-I-I saw the back of her head

and I-I just... I ran away.

Look, I can't do this for you, all right?

This is something you have to want to do for yourself.

I do. I-It's just...

Look, I-I still love her so much, and if...

What if she doesn't forgive me?

Nothing could get me spinning out of control more than that.

And-And if that happens, then, you know,

I don't know what I'm in recovery for.

You're in recovery for you.

And one conversation with her won't solve everything,

but you've got to keep taking steps forward.

It's hard.

Okay, but usually the hardest things

are the things that are most worth doing.

Listen, I've got to go.

Remember our three obits?

Raymond said that they were put out of their misery

by some demented Angel of Mercy.

Well, before we put the cart before the Angel,

or, uh, no.

Should it be before we put the Angel before the cart...

Herbie, focus.

Right. Before we can catch a criminal,

we have to prove that there was a crime.

And to do that, we need to know how these patients died.

Obtaining medical records after the fact ain't easy,

but luckily, I've got friends.

In high places?

More like creepy basements.

That's where they hide pathologists.

It's so you don't see a bunch of dead bodies

and the creeps that work on them on your way in the door.

Our three victims were hospitalized

for very different reasons,

cancer treatment, hip surgery, appendicitis.

But they all died the same way, cardiac arrest.

Is that surprising?

It's the leading cause of death in the US.

But yeah, heart failure happens.

It's why nobody thought it was weird

when these guys keeled over.

And their autopsies were pretty unremarkable.

No drugs, no toxins,

nothing in their system to indicate foul play.

But then I noticed a weird pattern.

With cardiac arrest, you expect to see contributing factors...

clogged arteries, high blood pressure,

the sound of your mother-in-law's voice...

or is that just my trigger?

Anyway, check out the box for secondary cause of death.

Blank on every single form.

I combed over their charts, no underlying heart problems.

But then I looked at their meds.

They were all given potassium chloride.

Isn't that what they use in lethal injections?

You see where I'm going.

But potassium on its own isn't lethal.

Our bodies actually need a certain amount to function,

but it's a delicate balance.

You give someone too much, too quick,

their heart goes bananas,

before it stops beating altogether.

If these patients OD'd on potassium,

wouldn't their autopsies show that?

Well, when you die, your red blood cells rupture,

flooding your plasma with potassium.

So basically, everyone looks like

they had an overdose postmortem.

A fatal injection is impossible to prove,

making it a pretty ideal drug

if you're a doctor trying to commit a perfect murder.

So we have our method.

Where's our Angel?

Look through hospital employee records.

Find out who administered the potassium,

or could've tampered with the dose.

Considering what we know about Angels of Mercy,

and their high body counts,

we could be dealing with a prolific serial killer.

Always happy to take on a new client, Mr. Homan.

What can I do for you?

This young woman... who is she?

I can't reveal who I work for.

I'm not asking who paid you for the photos.

I'm asking who's in them.

Well, I'm sorry, I can't tell you that either.

You know, I consider myself something of an investigator.

I took the liberty of looking into you and your life.

I'm sorry, are you threatening me?

Well, I wasn't going to.

I thought I might be able to come up with something...

maybe do something nice for your son.

I hear he's a great football player.

I don't know, season tickets, club level.

Something like that.

Or maybe something for you and your wife.

But you know what? Screw it.

Maybe it's just easier to put a hole in your foot.

So who's the girl?

Her name's Abby Ryder.

And what connection does Abby Ryder have to your client?

I don't know. He never told me.

But when I found her, she had gotten herself

into sort of a bad scene.

How bad?

She had been busted a couple times.

Petty stuff. Um, shoplifting, a little drugs.

Nothing stuck, but, you know, those things add up.

She was definitely in with the wrong crowd.

These are our victims' care teams,

every doctor, nurse, or med tech

that could've spiked their medications.

Remember, these patients were treated in different units,

in different hospitals, so there's basically no overlap.

Except for one name... Dawn Jacobus.

She's a "floater" nurse,

so she doesn't have a specialty.

She just fills in wherever there's a shortage,

giving her access to every unit.

She's changed jobs a lot this year.

It's not unusual for a nurse, but the timing's suspicious.

Whenever a patient died,

she'd be at a new hospital within weeks.

There's one slight problem,

she wasn't on duty when our third victim passed away.

She clocked out the night before.

Is it possible she spiked his IV before she left?

How long would it take the potassium to kill him?

Depends on the dose, his age, weight, IV type.

Maybe it took all morning?

Or maybe our nurse just visited

her favorite patient on her day off.

The pieces may not fit together perfectly.

If she's at work right now,

someone's life could be in serious danger.

- Hey, Emma. - Good morning.

Melanie Andrews is out of Intensive Care?

Yeah. She's doing so much better.

They moved her up here this morning.

Bless her heart.

I'm just gonna go see if there's anything I can do

to make her feel more... comfortable.

Excuse me. Agent Ressler, FBI.

I need to speak with a nurse, Dawn Jacobus.

Your Director just called,

but we make it a policy not to interrupt anyone

in the middle of rounds, that's how mistakes are made.

I don't think you understand. What did my boss tell you?

Hello, dear. How are you feeling?

A bit dehydrated?

I've got something that'll fix you right up.

I just can't believe... Are you sure?

- Dawn seems so... - Where is she now?

She's with a patient, room 303.

I bet you can't wait to get out of that bed.

Don't worry, I'll have you in a better place real soon.

Dawn Jacobus?

Oh, my goodness, you scared me.

No, stop. Don't touch that.

Step away from the patient.

Wha... Oh, my goodness.

Mr. Addabbo, Mrs. Addabbo, we were sorry to hear

about the loss of your embryos.

Thank you.

I assume anything I say to the FBI is confidential?

Of course, whatever you can tell us

that will help the investigation.

This isn't something I've admitted to the press.

I had surgery for testicular cancer last year.

We made our embryos before the procedure.

So they're not replaceable?

No. They're not.

Can you think of any reason someone would want

to prevent you from having children?

Why would you ask that?

We believe that the attack on the storage facility

was conducted using an exploit in your software.

You think someone attacked Wexford just to harm us?

- Maybe. - I can't think of anyone.

This must be a horrible coincidence.

Alexander...

No.

- Aimee, don't. - Hello?

Can you come to the conference room, please?

Sure.

There is no way he could have done this.

You always do this.

You always protect him.

I do not.

Protect whom?

What's going on, Dad?

"Dad"?

You are Alexander Addabbo's son,

but you go by Wagner?

I never wanted to be accused of nepotism,

so I use my mother's name.

Is that a crime?

We talked to Sandy Roberts.

She said you were the one who approached Wexford

about using Addabbo for their network security.

Even gave her a great deal.

I brought in an account.

It's a little outside your purview, though, isn't it?

A CTO is supposed to improve the tech,

not drum up new clients.

Unless there was a special reason

you wanted Wexford to use your system?

It's the IVF clinic where your parents have embryos, right?

My parents?

That bimbo is practically young enough to be my daughter.

It's disgusting thinking of them procreating,

even a test tube.

That's why you attacked the clinic?

Because you were disgusted?

- No. I... - But you did attack them?

It wasn't an attack, really,

since you already had a key to the backdoor.

You waited for a storm to give you the blackout you needed,

and then let yourself in.

Only you weren't counting on the FBI

to come knocking as well.

I've worked my entire adult life for my father.

He wrote the foundational code that started CommTech,

but I'm the one who kept us relevant in the 21st century.

I'm not gonna split half of everything I've worked for

with a couple cells in a petri dish.

You know, Todd, it takes a lot to build a family.

My own mother was willing to sacrifice anything.

When I think about all those families and their dreams,

about what was lost,

what you destroyed for money...

You should be glad you're talking to me and not my mother,

because she would've left you broken and bleeding.

I need about 20 minutes.

Won't be a problem, Mr. Homan.

And the other drivers?

I radioed everyone on my route.

You're all set.

Thank you for the, uh...

Contribution to the pension fund.

Right, pension fund.

Guess I can finally afford to retire.

- Harold. - I'll be brief.

There's not much to say about these

Blacklisters you gave us.

The crooked lawyer's probably making bail as we speak.

Our suspect in the IVF case is on his way to central booking.

And we're about to interrogate the Angel of Mercy.

I'm glad to hear it.

I guess many hands do make light the work.

That's not my point.

These cases, I don't know how else to say it,

they weren't that hard to solve.

Not for a crack team like yours, anyway.

Can we skip to the part

where you tell me what this is really about?

Must go, Harold.

Talk soon.

Has the 56 come yet?

You just missed it.

I'm sure another will be along shortly.

Well, you were only at Memorial for what, three months, right?

Why the sudden transfer to St. Damian's?

Better rate, better hours.

It had nothing to do with Navin?

Navin Mahadevan? You remember him, right?

Of course. That poor man.

I've lost patients before,

but with him, it was a terrible shock.

Did you know that when a veterinarian

euthanizes a dog with, say, a shot of potassium,

they always put the dog under first.

Why do you think they do that?

Well, I suppose with that much potassium,

enough to stop the heart, it'd be pretty painful.

Navin was in a lot of pain, wasn't he?

I don't see the connection with that.

It says right here in your notes.

"Patient complained of pain at the IV injection site."

You prescribed lidocaine.

Oh, sure.

But those infusions can be uncomfortable.

Everyone has a different pain tolerance.

I didn't want him to suffer.

With the amount of potassium you were pumping into him,

it must've felt like liquid fire going up his arm.

Excuse me?

See, they call people like you Angels of Mercy,

but you don't seem very merciful to me.

Oh, my God.

Is that what you think?

That I killed my own patients?

What's the emergency?

- I almost, uh... - You need to hear this.

We might have jumped the gun.

What does that mean?

I tested the nurse's IV bag from today.

Ten milliequivalents of potassium.

It's totally harmless.

So I looked at the other samples from the bags

recovered from the dispensary, most of them tested fine.

But then this one...

it has 10 times more potassium than the label says it does.

Enough to kill someone.

We didn't expect her to spike every IV in the place.

Only the ones for, you know, "special" patients.

Yeah, except she never touched this bag.

Nobody did.

It was sitting on a shelf, sealed inside a box.

How is that possible?

These IV bags aren't prepped at the hospital.

They come pre-mixed from a drug company,

Kolbeck Medical Solutions.

Ironically, nurses use pre-filled bags

to avoid overmedicating by mistake.

Which happens more than you think.

Wait, so they had a bag of liquid death

sitting on their shelf,

all because some factory messed up?

It's not an Angel of Mercy.

These patients are dying

because of a manufacturing error.

Where the hell's the bus?

There's usually another one by now.

Late for class?

You look like you're freezing.

You're not wearing enough.

Yeah, no, I'm not.

Criminology? Fascinating.

Is that what you're studying?

Oh.

Yeah.

And I have a test later, if I can get to campus.

SIU?

That's a good school.

Some notable alumni.

Really?

My whole class seems destined for middle management.

There's lots of people you'd...

Well, one might know.

Steve James the documentarian, Hoop Dreams.

Well, there's the great Civil Rights leader

and comedian, Dick Gregory.

I don't know...

Oh, well, your Congressman then,

Arthur Hudson.

Who's he?

You don't know?

When I said his name, you looked like...

I don't follow politics, or politicians.

That's strange.

Why is that strange?

Because he's following you.

What do you want?

I want to understand.

Tell me how you know Arthur Hudson.

How do I know him?

He ruined my life.

Did our theory check out?

We've pulled stock from five metro area hospitals.

I haven't tested everything yet,

but I've already found half-a-dozen mis-filled IV bags.

All from the same company, Kolbeck Medical Solutions.

So there might be more victims.

Look, this case could be bigger than we ever thought.

I've alerted my contact at the FDA.

Drug Security and Response will handle the recall,

but Agents Ressler and Malik, you get over to Kolbeck.

We need to understand what went wrong on that factory floor.

I was 12 when my parents got convicted.

Whatever they had went to the lawyers.

They should've saved their money.

My mom got 11 years.

My dad went down for 20.

Who took care of you?

Uh, I lived with my Grandma for a while, but she died,

and there was no one else, so I ended up in the system.

Didn't really seem like anyone cared what happened to me.

But someone must've,

'cause these packages would show up

at whatever foster home I was in,

a new winter coat or stuff for school.

But then I turned 18,

and I wasn't the state's problem anymore.

So, you lost any kind of support.

Most kids like me end up homeless, or in jail, or...

whatever.

That's when you met Arthur Hudson?

What? No.

You said he ruined your life.

Eight years ago.

When he worked in the US Attorney's Office.

He put my parents in prison.

But he didn't think I should have to be punished, too.

So he sort of looked out for me.

Checked in with my case manager, sent me stuff.

The new clothes, things for school?

Yeah, those were from him.

But when I aged out, he didn't know what happened to me.

That's why he hired the private investigator.

He was looking for you so he could help you.

Yeah.

He took care of some bills, got me back in school.

Things aren't perfect or anything,

but I guess it's just nice to have him around.

I'm just trying to make a life.

A better one.

Is that what you expected to hear?

No. It isn't.

It's a pleasant surprise.

I'm glad you have someone in your corner.

Kolbeck's been in business for 70 years.

Our reputation for delivering high-quality medical products

is above reproach.

You mean, except for that pile of IV bags sitting on my desk.

You know, the ones with the fatal dose of potassium in it?

Fatal is a matter of opinion.

I'm not here to litigate the case.

I just wanna know what went wrong at your plant.

We're still trying to figure that out.

So you didn't know there was an issue with your machinery?

That it was overfilling random IV bags?

Of course not.

If we had, we would've ordered an immediate recall.

Or maybe you did notice there was a problem

and you just didn't want to damage that,

you know, spotless reputation of yours.

Are you calling me a liar?

Either that or incompetent,

and I don't know which is really worse.

Sorry to interrupt,

but I just had a chat with one of your technicians.

According to his logs, you shut down

for a full recalibration last October,

exactly one week after the tainted IV bags

were shipped out.

I don't like what you're insinuating, young lady.

Was I insinuating?

How rude of me.

What I meant was, this timing looks really,

really bad for you.

I'm sure Mr. Walden can explain this.

Matt, go ahead.

Um, hi.

Matt Walden, Product Standards Manager.

It sounds like the technician you spoke to

must've been confused.

Yes, we did shut down,

but it was just regular scheduled maintenance.

Nothing special.

We'll be sure to look into that.

Thanks, Matt.

Yes, and thank you both for coming up here.

Next time, we'll be meeting through our lawyers.

You're gonna need 'em.

You know, mistakes like this don't happen in a vacuum.

Someone's negligence caused innocent people

to suffer and die.

And if we find out that you knew your products were tainted,

and didn't order a recall,

then everyone in that decision chain

will be answering to the FBI.

He seemed a little guilty.

Maybe a little.

Shh, shh, shh.

Over here.

I shouldn't even be talking to you,

but I don't get paid enough to go to prison.

Guarantee my immunity,

and I'll blow this thing wide open.

The CEO knew.

His techs found the problem months ago.

Less than one percent of the IV bags were affected.

Yeah, but they'd already shipped out hundreds of thousands.

He wouldn't agree to a recall

without a thorough cost/benefit analysis.

If Raymond hadn't turned us on to this case,

it's possible no one ever would have made the connection.

That's what the CEO was banking on.

Literally banking.

I wonder what he's thinking now?

All that money might've kept him out of prison,

but a homicide charge is pretty hard to live down.

What about the rest of these...

Well, I'm not gonna even call them Blacklisters.

Three indictments, not exactly a waste of time.

But what did Reddington promise us?

An infamous hacker, a serial killer,

a lawyer orchestrating a vast conspiracy.

Instead, we got a son squabbling over his inheritance,

a CEO who valued profits over safety,

and a lawyer who's betraying her clients

to line her own pockets.

All criminals for sure,

but hardly rising to the level of this task force.

So why these cases?

What's Reddington getting out of it?

Well, maybe he wanted to keep us busy chasing our tails

so we couldn't keep tabs on him.

So he just looked through a pile of cases

and chose three rejects?

Is he ever that random?

Nothing he does is random.

Wait, stop. Go back one.

Wild Society... I've heard of that somewhere.

They do amazing work to protect species biodiversity.

Wait, look who else is in that photo.

That's Todd Wagner.

And that's Rebecca Anders.

"Wild Society Board of Directors pose for winter gala.

All proceeds to benefit the charity..."

A shady lawyer, a corrupt CEO,

and an ungrateful heir walk into a party...

How does that joke end?

With someone punching them in the face?

Now I'm more confused than ever.

Is this charity the connection

that Reddington really wanted us to find?

Maybe our real investigation has only just begun.

I understand your board held

an emergency meeting last night?

Our ad hoc board.

The three individuals you arrested have been

removed indefinitely, pending investigation.

And our legal team is advising us

on the inherent financial considerations.

And how many people are giving?

We have about six million contributors,

here and abroad.

I've actually prepared a binder for you.

Obviously, it's not everyone.

But these are our major donors.

What about this one?

There's no name.

Right.

Well, big gifts can garner a lot of publicity.

That's the appeal for some donors.

That one in particular, he's quite discreet.

Wasn't interested in naming rights

or a seat on the board.

The only time he showed his face was at our wind farm in Baja.

He wanted to speak with the engineers

about some advancement in turbine rotors.

His name?

Please understand,

he has been foundational to our growth this last decade.

We're in the final stages of accepting a gift from him

that would carry us into the next century.

I'm not willing to jeopardize any of that.

You should know, I already filed a subpoena for your records.

I don't mean that as some kind of threat,

but I'm gonna need this information either way.

Let's be honest,

your donor would want to clear up any conflicts

before he gave a gift of this size anyway.

You're right.

This is for internal use only.

It's the first name there.

Mr. Homan, Steven.

Steve Homan?

- Yes, do you know him? - I know of him.

He's gonna take Wild Society into the next century?

Assuming he still wants to honor his pledge.

That's why Reddington gave us this case?

So we'd clean house at some charity

before he dropped a big donation?

How'd he even know the board members were corrupt?

Well, they're not exactly master criminals,

and Raymond's a thorough vetter.

I mean, before he hired me,

he called the lady that cut my hair.

So we're back to being Reddington's errand boys.

At least it was for a worthy cause.

That should make us feel good.

Hey, you're right. I do feel good.

Hey, I was worried.

Sorry I didn't call you back.

J-Jill and I were... were up all night talking.

Did she forgive you?

Well, she has conditions.

You know, but I would donate my left kidney for that woman.

After what you put that kidney through,

I don't know who would want it.

Yeah. Hey, seriously, Don, thank you.

Oh, thank yourself.

- You're the one who did it. - Come on, man.

Without you, I would still be sitting in my car

having a panic attack.

I actually am in my car, but I'm not panicking.

And-And that's all you.

You really helped me.

Well, I'm here for you, all right? Anytime.

Are you destroying evidence,

or are you getting rid of your photo albums?

I thought I unearthed

our Honorable Congressman's secret shame.

But no, it just seems that some things are best left alone.

Really?

You surprise me.

Well, not every nut's meant to be cracked.

The Brazil nut, for instance.

People go for the almonds, the cashews, pistachios,

but look at the bottom of every bowl

and there lies the poor Brazil nuts, untouched.

Just like Arthur Hudson.

Will you still think of him that way

if he's the reason your life falls apart?

So what if he is?

Who am I to hold up my life

and work against his life and his work?

After what I heard yesterday, hell, I'd vote for the guy.

Is that why you're suddenly giving everything away?

Ah, so you figured it all out?

- Is that it? - Not really.

The Wild Society is a noble cause, but...

But we lose one species every hour on earth.

That's a grim metric to mark the passage of time.

Then I think about Agnes,

and how much has she already lost?

You know, what will still be here when she's grown?

I've done everything I can to safeguard her future,

but some forces are well beyond even my considerable control.

So, I'm giving it up to others.

Perhaps my gift will help slow the clock down,

so she can enjoy more of what the world has to offer.

I'm sure that will have a huge impact,

but last week, you were selling off your possessions.

Now, you're donating half your wealth...

I've never been a miser.

Yes, you've always been very generous,

but not like this.

It's just money, Dembe.

So it doesn't mean anything?

You just saw what happens when people forget

how meaningless it really is.

You mean the three Blacklisters?

They had power, respect, freedom,

and they threw it all away for one more dollar.

People have to know when enough is enough.

And if you find yourself hanging on too tight,

well, time to let go.

Okay.

But is everything all right?

Everything is all relative.

And "all right" is definitely relative.

Raymond...

Everything is fine, Dembe.

I'm fine.

I told you to stop calling me.

I know what you're about to do.

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

Turn around. You're making a mistake.

No, I'm doing what's right.

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

The one at DuPont?

Two short phone calls, three max,

I can make that offer go away.

Do what you want. Nothing will change my mind.

Let's play this out.

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

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

and tell him this case is not worth his time.

Who do you think he listens to in this scenario?

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

A favor that saved his marriage.

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

How is your dear little Maggie, by the way?

Peanut allergy, right?

Gosh, those things are so tough.

Mistakes must happen all the time.

I heard she went into anaphylaxis in 2019.

That must have been terrifying.

I guess you just have to hope her little body

would survive something like that again.

You're a sick, sick woman.

Put your family first.

This crusade is not your passion, they are.

You stay away from my family.

Looks like he's leaving.

I've done everything I can.

You need to get those documents.

What exactly are you asking me to do?

Whatever needs to be done.

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

Well, go after him.

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

I don't care. We need those papers.

Figure it out.

Negative. Cops are on site.

I'm not taking that kind of heat.

This is what you're hired for.

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

I'm out of here.

Senator Panabaker, Director Cooper,

this is Representative Hudson.

How do you do?

I appreciate you both

being able to meet on such short notice.

Look, Clayton, I have time for formalities

like I have time for long walks on the beach.

You got us here. What's this about?

Well, Arthur and I have some questions

about your FBI task force,

and no one seems to be able to answer.

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

- Director Cooper. - That's intentional.

The nature of our work is highly classified.

Oh, I understand that, really.

And from what little information

I've been able to glean,

it seems that you've helped close

some of Main Justice's biggest cases.

That's impressive.

However, it doesn't explain your exorbitant budget.

$282.7 million last year alone, to be exact.

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

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

How is your budget being allocated,

and what is it exactly that you do?

We work with gathered intelligence to detain

and apprehend criminal suspects around the world.

Criminals that wouldn't otherwise be

on the FBI's radar.

We've thwarted terrorist attacks,

stopped assassinations,

disbanded global conspiracies,

exposed human-trafficking rings

domestically and overseas.

Specifics. We want specifics.

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

Of course.

I'm just not at liberty to divulge those.

Says who?

Alright, Congress and the American people

deserve to know where their tax dollars are going.

Give me a break, Clayton.

It's a nice sales pitch,

but we both know too much government oversight

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

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

Harold's task force

does incredibly important work.

The funding is being well spent.

You have my word.

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

Now, unless one of you is willing to elaborate,

I think we're done here.

I appreciate you defending us in there.

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

Our case files have been compromised.

What the hell does that mean?

When Reddington was alone in the post office

during the Wujing incident,

he gained access to our computer network

and removed any mention of himself

from our permanent records.

He... What?

How could you keep this from me?

Cynthia, I apologize.

But at the time, omitting this information

and carrying on with our casework

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

I always defend you.

If a judge allows them to subpoena those files

and they've clearly been tampered with,

both of our careers will be on the line.

Not to mention the fact that you've barely

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

and dead bodies splayed out on the floor.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Is it? You fix this.

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

Harold, why so glum?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because I've got a senator

and congressmen breathing down my neck

trying to get access to our files.

Files that have been significantly compromised

because of you.

Well, we've found ourselves under siege before.

Perhaps it's time yet again to hunker down,

take a moment, and let it blow over.

Actually, it's not going to blow over.

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

Then we let the wheels of justice

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

Are you hearing anything I'm saying?

The future of this task force is on the line.

I need you to start giving us substantial cases again.

Cases that can demonstrate

to the Justice Department and Congress

that we get results and can justify

our significant expenditures.

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

you scratch ours" arrangement.

But now I'm not so sure.

Well, perk up.

I have a few new ideas to discuss

that will scratch everyone's back.

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

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

This is the hull number.

In the meantime,

I have another case of the utmost priority.

Blair Foster, Washington, D.C.'s

most infamous fixer.

If corruption is what Dorf and Hudson are looking for,

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

and show them what real corruption looks like.

Ms. Foster has a legitimate law practice,

but her real stock-in-trade

is her off-the-books private services.

She's stealthy, discreet,

has a way of burying scandals

before the corpses are even cold.

I know of Ms. Foster.

Her reputation certainly precedes her.

Bureau's been trying to build a case against her

for years to no avail.

Well, one of her biggest clients

is corporate giant Moder & Sons.

There have been whispers in recent years

of carcinogenic materials

in some of their consumer products.

And I believe the only reason

no lawsuit has ever come to fruition is Foster.

She runs a legitimate boutique law firm employing lawyers,

legal aides, clerks, and investigators,

but they rarely file cases.

Strange, given the power and influence they wield.

And when they do,

the cases almost always settle or go away.

She employs a disproportionate number of investigators

for a firm this size.

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

It appears so.

Most recently, Reddington believes that Foster

is responsible for the car accident

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

Why would she care about mid-level employees?

Reddington suspects it was her effort to silence him

on some internal matter at Moder & Sons.

Luckily, the man, Lawrence Whitaker,

survived the accident.

This may be just what we need.

If the scandals Foster buried are as explosive

as Reddington claims and we unearth them,

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

will have bigger fish to fry than us.

Ressler, Malik, visit Whitaker at the hospital.

See what you find.

We're so sorry

you're going through this, Mrs. Whitaker.

The impact from the crash caused a subdural hematoma,

but he should be off the ventilator soon.

I still can't believe this happened.

He's usually such a cautious driver.

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

We have reason to believe that your husband

may have been in possession

of some damaging material about Moder & Sons.

Is that true?

He found out something he wasn't supposed to.

He said that he couldn't talk about it yet

and that he might not be working there much longer.

Were they threatening to fire him?

I think they were trying to push him out.

He started to get paranoid leading up to the accident.

He said that people were following him

outside the house and work.

I never saw anyone.

But he swears he did.

I wish I knew more.

We'll look into it.

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

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

Just call us when he wakes up.

Hi, it's Emily Larson.

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

Of course they are.

What about Whitaker's personal effects?

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

They'd be in a messenger bag.

I went through everything.

I'm sorry. There's nothing here.

Where the hell is it?

Larry Whitaker's wife told us

he believed he was being followed leading up

to the day of the accident.

I pulled the security footage

from buildings nearby Moder & Sons.

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

the same vehicle with the same driver

was stationed outside.

Were you able to run the plates?

The District of Columbia

doesn't have registration for the vehicle.

We've had no luck with facial recognition.

I've run it through all our databases,

and it's like he's a ghost.

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

someone in criminal world should be able to ID him.

I think we should get this over to Raymond.

I agree. He's still in town.

Take it to him over at the warehouse.

See if he can help.

I couldn't place it.

But I swear I recognize him from somewhere.

Maybe Panama when we were doing contracting for Hector?

Could be.

Certainly looks familiar.

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

No.

But after viewing the footage,

I'm convinced he's military.

His protocols and procedures,

the way he surveils...

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

First the knees, then the eyes.

Tell that to my right shoulder.

Did you see the tattoo on his finger?

Those numbers can mean anything.

Or something.

The Black Wasps are identified as 4895.

He could be Cuban special forces.

- You should reach out to Manny. - Manny.

Ah, Dembe, we should hang out more.

I miss us.

Remember that night in Saint-Tropez

with Thomas and Yvette?

What a gas.

Oh, my gosh, Yvette.

I tried to forget.

Excuse me. You're on speaker.

Whitaker just woke up.

We're heading out.

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

I'll report back soon.

I better get going.

I guess I better get going, too.

Get going where?

Havana.

Raymond, just call Manny.

These things are always better handled in person.

I had requested some research files from a few years back

of some of our products.

I'm in quality control,

and I stumbled quite accidentally upon a study

that stated that Spring 'N Shine

unequivocally contained carcinogenic compounds.

What's "Spring 'N Shine"?

It's the number-one multi-purpose cleaner

on the market for 11 years running.

Which is why I was surprised to find the study.

But Moder & Sons buried the report.

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

Bottles of it had been in circulation for years

after the study was completed.

People died...

Children.

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

So what did you do?

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

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

And the very next day,

Blair Foster was standing in my office.

Did she try to intimidate you?

Not at first.

She was friendly.

We spoke about family.

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

she said that she could get her in

with a healthy financial-aid package.

So, she was trying to bribe you.

Do you have any proof?

She never put anything in writing.

It was all very, uh, casual.

And when I didn't take the bait,

she started to threaten me.

Subtly,

then not so subtle.

And she thought that the evidence

of the study was destroyed.

But I downloaded and printed out a copy

before they wiped the server.

Do you have a copy of that report on you?

No, it's in my car.

Oh, man.

Little help, please.

One minute.

That was work-related.

How can I help you?

I got in an accident yesterday.

I was told my car got towed here.

All right, I just need your license.

I lost it in the accident.

I have my registration, though.

It's my corporate car.

I'm very sorry, sir,

but I do need a valid license with a photo.

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

My laptop and work stuff are in there.

My car's totaled.

Can't you just help a guy out?

It's from Herbie.

He spoke to local PD.

Mr. Whitaker's car

is at M Street Towing in Southwest.

He sent me the address.

FBI.

Hi. Can I help you?

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

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

Is he in some kind of trouble?

He just came by to grab his things.

He's probably still here.

Huh. The guy was just here.

So was his bag. Now it's gone.

Senator Dorf, I've received your motion

to compel the Bureau to comply with your subpoena

seeking documents related to the budget

and casework of Task Force 836.

I see that both parties have submitted extensive documents.

Anything I need to know before we dive in?

To reiterate, Judge Hurban,

our refusal to turn over records to Senator Dorf

isn't an attempt to obfuscate what our team does

or how we allocate our funds.

It's an attempt to protect my agents

and our sources, plain and simple.

All of their lives could be in danger

if the nature of our work was made public.

And as a sitting member of Congress

who's privy to more details

than most regarding FBI Task Force number 836,

I wholeheartedly endorse

Assistant Director Cooper's position.

Senator Dorf, Representative Hudson.

Any final remarks?

Oversight on law enforcement

is a necessary check and balance.

It's our responsibility,

especially in this current political climate,

when we've seen what can happen

when law-enforcement agencies' authority goes unchecked.

We're simply asking for transparency.

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

with the current political climate. Only facts.

I think I have everything I need.

I will try to be expeditious.

Hola, Manny.

Red!

Como estas, my brother?

Well.

You seem very well.

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

So what brings you here?

I have something

I really want to show you.

You flew all the way to Cuba

to show me some old boxing gloves?

Yeah, well, they are old, in fact,

almost 50 years old.

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

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

I know they are, and they can.

Teofilo Stevenson's gloves from one

of his iconic Olympic performances.

I remember years ago, you told me

how your father would pile you and your brothers

in the back of his Chevy Bel Air

and take you over to the Esquela de Boxeo

to watch Stevenson train.

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

just totally mesmerized.

He was something to behold.

So skilled with his feet, especially for a heavyweight.

A hero among men.

Man, those are some

of the best memories of my whole life.

Well, they're all yours...

if you can help me with this guy.

I need an ID and location.

I suspect he's a former Black Wasp.

I can't. Too dangerous.

You mess with guys like that,

you end up with a bullet in your head.

Where's your sense of adventure?

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

The last time I tried to help you ID someone,

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

I should have known you had an agenda.

It's probably why Weecha left you for Adolfo.

Left me? She didn't leave me.

It's considerably more complicated than that.

Who told you, anyway?

Straight from the horse's mouth.

Weecha comes through here a lot.

Always comes in for a drink.

She gets mail here. She calls.

Well, if you change your mind,

I'll be in town overnight in that little inn

a block over from Callejon de Hamel.

As for the gloves,

once they leave Cuba with me...

they don't come back.

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

tell her where she can find me.

Richard, please come in.

We need to talk. Now.

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

The FBI is at our offices

asking questions with a warrant.

I think you were handling this.

I am.

Whitaker somehow got on their radar,

but we secured the report.

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

What about Dr. Feinberg? He wrote the report.

We have his NDA. We're covered.

Do you think he's gonna honor that NDA

now that there's a federal investigation?

I don't want any loose ends.

He needs to be taken care of.

There are smarter ways out of all of this.

What if I could get the investigation

to go away altogether?

How on earth would you do that?

You need to trust me.

I told you this is gonna be clean,

and it will be.

Just let me do my job.

I really appreciate

you showing up for me today.

Of course. You're doing great.

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

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

Agent Ressler. I'm Blair Foster.

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

I know you don't drink,

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

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

Besides, the coffee's free.

I just wanted to take a private moment

to let you know that Moder & Sons

intends to fully cooperate with your investigation.

We care deeply about our employees and consumers.

Well, you don't seem to care too deeply

about Larry Whitaker.

Larry Whitaker is a troubled man.

He started spreading damaging lies about the company

after he'd been passed over for a promotion.

He was embittered by a system

where he was no longer advancing.

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

who doesn't want to help himself.

Rich Moder is one of the most ethical

and thoughtful CEOs I've ever come across.

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

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

knowingly allowed carcinogenic materials to stay on store shelves?

That's a fictitious narrative being driven

by a man who is unhappy and unhinged.

This isn't gonna go anywhere.

This is a waste of your time.

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

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

You found me at my NA meeting.

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

The son goes on to become a successful FBI agent.

You've had an impressive career.

Anyway, it got me to thinking

there's an empty congressional seat

in the 13th District in Michigan

that represents Detroit.

They want somebody tough on crime.

I think you would be perfect.

A hometown hero returns.

Me? A Congressman?

I know.

That's a wild idea, right?

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

And I could help you through the process.

First, you'd need to drop everything

and clear your schedule.

No, I'm not dropping anything.

Agent Ressler, in Congress,

you could reach so many more people.

You could make a real difference.

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

those corporate schmucks pay you.

I'll give you that.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got to get back to my office.

Thank you for calling me, Manny.

There he is. Red.

I just had the most absolutely

mouthwatering boliche.

Boliche is a bit heavy

for the middle of the day, no?

I'm finding I prefer my dinner at lunch,

a light supper in the evening,

drinks at both.

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

I want to see the gloves again.

Come on. All right.

There they are.

The name.

Julian Flores. And you were right.

He was Special Forces.

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

I'll text you the address.

You're not gonna hurt him, are you?

Why?

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

He'll be just fine.

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

What can I say?

I'm a sucker for a sentimental story.

I appreciate that, Red.

Manny, did you happen to talk to Weecha

since I saw you yesterday?

I did not.

Well, next time you do,

would you mind giving her a message?

Do you have a pen?

Here you go.

Agent Ressler, is everything okay?

You were gone a lot longer than usual.

That's because I was with Blair Foster.

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

Did she say anything incriminating?

Uh, no.

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

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

Well, while you were out with our blacklister,

we think we may have ID'd the researcher

who wrote the report.

Dr. Samuel Feinberg.

He's a researcher at Redlands Chemical Institute.

And according to their head of research,

Feinberg conducted several studies for Moder & Sons

over a seven-year period.

But his relationship with them ended abruptly in 2017,

which is the same year the report

Whitaker found was supposedly written.

So what, they stopped working with him

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

That's what we're thinking.

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

Malik, Ressler, go talk to Dr. Feinberg.

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

but he may be in danger if Moder & Sons

see him as a threat.

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

Judge Hurban has made her decision.

Excuse me.

- Are you Dr. Samuel Feinberg? - Yes.

Agents Ressler and Malik, FBI.

May we come in?

Of course. I was expecting you.

This is my attorney, Blair Foster.

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

Agent Ressler, long time no see.

Mr. Feinberg, as you may already know,

we're conducting an investigation into Moder & Sons.

We understand you did some research for them at Redlands.

It feels like ages ago now, but, yes.

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

where you concluded that

there was carcinogenic material in some of their products.

That's not correct.

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

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

The data was unsound.

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

saying he saw a report of the study,

a complete and very damning one for Moder & Sons.

And if this report comes to light,

and it comes out that you lied

during a federal investigation,

well, that could end very poorly for you.

You understand?

If you have any more questions,

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

I don't have anything more to say.

He lied right to our faces like it was nothing.

She promised him something.

Apparently, it was worth the threat

of a federal prison sentence.

I tried to get ahold of Harold,

but I had to settle for the second string.

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

other than to insult me.

Donald, I can't think of a better point

than to insult you,

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

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

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

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

How'd you manage that?

Cost me seven favors at Immigration Services.

It's not so simple to get stamps

on asylum papers these days.

Seven favors?

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

No. His mistress, her sister,

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

and a dog, which was its own headache.

I shouldn't have even asked.

Look, we're on our way over now.

Look, I don't want to belabor this.

You've all heard my thoughts.

And while there were compelling arguments on both sides,

I'm ruling in favor of your task force,

Assistant Director Cooper.

It's clear to me

that the safety and security reasons

for keeping your records internal

far outweigh any benefit

Congress might receive from making them public.

Thank you, Your Honor.

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

I trust you'll see yourselves out.

Well, there you have it, Clayton.

Can we finally put this to rest?

Mm-mm. Not today, Cynthia,

because now my interest is piqued.

Yeah, I thought Hudson had found political gold

with this investigation,

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

I think he might have found a diamond mine.

Now you just sound paranoid.

Well, as a courtesy,

I'm gonna give you a heads-up.

I'm holding a press conference later today.

I'm launching a formal investigation

into the task force.

And I will be naming names, Cynthia,

including yours.

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

And we will get answers.

Are these really necessary?

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

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

What could you possibly have on me?

Flores talked, Blair.

We have him on trespassing, stalking,

larceny, identity theft.

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

I'm supposed to be afraid?

No, you should be aware.

He's implicated you on multiple federal counts.

You're looking at 10 years.

I have been in badly lit rooms like this one

more times than I can count.

It's always the same song and dance.

So let's cut to the deal making,

because I'm certainly not going to prison.

That's awfully arrogant of you.

It's awfully naive of you

to think it would go any other way.

All right, let's say, hypothetically,

we were willing to play ball.

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

records that only you have access to.

Now, you hand over those files to us,

including the one on Moder & Sons,

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

All of my files?

That's not gonna happen, Don.

There's things in some of those files

that would get me killed twice over.

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

I'll risk my day in court.

No files, no deal.

Look, the fact that the FBI even got this far

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

So who's really in charge here?

And what is it they want from me?

I'm sure we can find common ground.

There's plenty I'm willing to share,

but I only deal in specifics.

Harold, what can I do for you?

I assume you received my gift.

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

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

and she's willing to make a deal.

But she'll only give us precise information.

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

I want to do the maximum good here.

Dorf is about to have a press conference,

and he's naming names

in the hope that enough political pressure

will eventually force us to show our hands.

We could be done here.

This could be our last case.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

If Ms. Foster wants to be specific,

ask her about December 31, 2013.

See what she has to say.

That's all? Just that date?

Oh, it'll be enough.

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

everything on Moder & Sons...

and any information regarding December 31, 2013.

There it is.

Now we're all playing on the same field.

Care to elaborate on that?

I'll tell you every sordid detail

as soon as I have my deal in writing.

"And I would like to tell you,

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

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

Nothing you can say will deter me.

I'm holding this press conference.

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

You see, Blair Foster sent me.

Thank you all for coming out today.

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

It's with a heavy heart that I must report

that due to personal family matters,

I will be taking a leave of absence

from my position effective immediately.

Senator Dorf!

It's been my honor to serve this country.

I would appreciate privacy at this time.

- Thank you. - But Senator...

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

Weecha.

Come in. Come in, sit down.

He was in again.

Asking about you.

Did you tell him that we had been speaking?

No.

Oh, he is persistent, isn't he?

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

He wrote it down.

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

En serio.

You and me both.

Sure is quiet around here.

The rest of the team is out arresting

the CEO of Moder & Sons.

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

Speaking of, Senator Dorf did a real 180.

It's everywhere.

That had to be your work.

How'd you get him to change his mind?

Blackmail.

Good Lord, Harold.

Do I even want to know?

Foster had a file on him.

New Year's Eve, 2013.

Dorf's teenage son, Michael,

was driving high and drunk after a party.

He miscalculated a turn

and hit a teenage girl, Makayla Johnson.

She was waiting on a city bus.

He paralyzed her from the waist down.

Whoo. Wow. That's awful.

It's terrible.

When his son was taken to the hospital,

Dorf used Foster to ensure the blood was never tested,

so it all went away without criminal charges.

Wasn't his entire political platform

based on being tough on drugs?

Yes. So he was hell bent on burying it.

Apparently, his son was incredibly remorseful.

He wanted to pay for what he'd done.

So Dorf used Foster to silence his own son.

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

Trust me, if anyone understands the need

to bury certain things

when it comes to family, it's me.

But are we really just gonna let Dorf off

for obstructing justice?

Not exactly.

Senator Dorf and I came to an arrangement.

It's late. I'm just leaving.

Who got to you? What the hell happened?

- Blair Foster happened. - Oh, the lawyer?

What does she have to do with any of this?

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

What matters is this is all over.

It's time to move on.

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

it just continues to prove my theory

that something bigger is going on out here...

Well, I'm moving on, all right?

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

And I'm sure you won't listen,

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

Leave this alone.

You're smart.

You have your whole career ahead of you.

No good will come of this.

I'm certain of that.

Go home, Mr. Hudson.

So Makayla Johnson's therapy and medical expenses

will be paid for by the Dorfs?

For the rest of her life and more.

I guess that's a form of restorative justice.

That was my hope.

And the task force lives to see another day.

What about Foster?

She's a free woman.

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

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

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

He's a dog with a bone.

I kind of... admire the guy.

- Strangely, so do I. - Hmm.

That said, with Dorf out of the way,

I'm not sure there's anyone

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

Hello?

Congressman Hudson.

It's Blair Foster.

I realize you're relatively new in town,

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

I'd like to set a meeting with you.

Regarding what?

How did you even get this number?

I know today's little press conference

didn't go the way you'd hoped,

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

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

I think it could be the start

of a mutually beneficial relationship.

I'm not sure.

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

I get that. I do.

In my experience, though,

it never hurts to take the meeting.

So... what's it gonna be?