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Don't look now, but...
Look, look.

Okay, I just watched that
and I think I'm pregnant.

And he's walking over.

Oh, God, It's Bronwyn.

What? It's almost 11:00.

Don't answer it.

I have to.

Yes? Just hang on
one second.

Can you say that again?

That prick Oliver threw a fit,
so they bumped up the meeting.

We're presenting tomorrow,
which means I need to get back
tonight and you're...

Rebooking your flight.
Out of Newark.

My God, you're serious?

What is that music?
You're not out
on a Tuesday, are you?

No, no. I... You hate Newark.

Almost as much
as I hate Oliver.

But the meeting's
moved which means
I need a flight.

Hang on, here's my cab.
Call when you get this fixed.

I'm sorry,
I wasn't avoiding you earlier,
it's my boss, she's a bitch.

Found it.

We got what we came for.

Finish them off.

LIZ: The police are wrong.

They think some ex-con named
Navarro killed Tom, he didn't.

Paris, I'd like you
to meet Elizabeth.

Paris and I first met when
he was a saucier
at Le Bernardin.

Pleasure to meet you.

Shall I set
a third place for lunch?

No, thank you.

You may wanna think twice.

He's making a turbot with
matsutake mushroom broth.

Another time.

Someone else killed Tom.
It wasn't Navarro.

I wish I knew more,

all I know for certain is that
the men who died in your home

were members of
the Nash Drug Syndicate.

I believe they were hired
to go after Tom.

I've pursued other members
of the organization for
more than a year

and they've proven to be
completely
ignorant of the incident,

or whoever hired them is

powerful enough to
keep them quiet.

Liz,
I didn't know you were back.
It's good to see you.

It's good to be seen.
How are you?

How's Aram?
How are you and Aram?

Boring. Blissful. Domestic.

I'm so happy for you.

How's Agnes?

I should go.

Wait, I'm here about a case,
you don't wanna hear it?

I wanna hear about
boring and domestic.

I'll let you handle the case.

What do you know about the
nerve gas attack in Toronto?

Fifty-seven people died.

Members of the terrorist cell
claiming responsibility

have been taken into custody.

On Monday,
the US Treasury will
most likely attempt to freeze

the bank accounts which
financed the attack.

Liz isn't coming back, is she?

Twelve hours ago,

a man known as
the Informant accessed
a list of those accounts

on the classified computers

used by the Senate
Intelligence Committee.

COOPER: It's in the list
of bank accounts he stole?

Reddington
believes he plans to
ransom them back

to the account
holders themselves,

giving them
a chance to transfer

their assets,
before the treasury
freeze goes into effect.

Can't the treasury
track the transfers?

They did. To terrorists in
Toronto, Barcelona and Paris.

We know these
accounts are financing
terrorism, what we don't know

is the identity of
the account holders.

COOPER: What do we know
about the theft?

All right,
the list was apparently

on the classified computers
at the Senate
Intelligence Committee.

Now Senator
Cooligan insists he was
at dinner last night,

when his badge and
password were used

to access
the classified computers.

So, we're looking for someone
who had access to
the Senator's credentials.

What do we know
about his staff?

All right, 11 members.

All with some level
of restricted access.

Two are out of the country

and six others
have solid alibis
with Capitol Police.

COOPER: And the
remaining three?

ARAM: Two of them are waiting
to be cleared for questioning

because they are also
working for the committee.

RESSLER: And this guy Bishop?

ARAM: All right,
Howard Ray Bishop,

political aide who
has held positions
with State, Treasury, FDA.

All of which
have suffered leaks
from the Informant.

Navabi, Ressler, locate Bishop
and get him in here
for questioning.

Aram, find everything
you can about this guy.

Calls, texts,
credit card swipes.

I want to retrace every step
he's taken in
the last 48 hours.

There he is, 11 o'clock.

Yes, I already explained,
it's a nonissue.

I'm not talking about
this on the phone.

Does he look uneasy to you?

Aram, do you have his cell?

ARAM:
I do, and he is not using it.

If Bishop's on a cell,

it's either not registered
in his name or it's a burner.

Yes, I understand.

What do you say
we let this thing play out?

Aram, we're going to comms.

Copy that, comms are up.

Hey, Navabi, what makes you
so certain Keen's
not coming back?

Just a feeling.

I'm really worried about her.

If I were her, I'd do
whatever it takes to find
my husband's killer.

Looks like lunch.

What do you mean,
"whatever it takes"?

I mean, breaking the rules,
ignoring the law,
whatever it takes.

Find your husband's killer?
It's actually sort of sweet.

Well,
there's nothing sweet about
a cop who breaks the rules.

Says the man who
never jay-walked.

ARAM: Or had a hair
out of place or even
a wrinkle in his suit.

Agent Ressler, you know
you'd make
an amazing criminal.

If you were a crooked cop,
no-one would ever know.

I would.

He's on the move again.

I'm meeting a friend.

He's not here.

He made us. Aram,
notify MPDC and
the Capitol Police.

Tell them to throw a net,
see if you can't pull the
CCTV in the area.

This guy's here somewhere,
couldn't have gotten far.

Excuse me.
I need to talk to somebody.

I have
information about a crime.

What?

MAN: Hey, it's me.
You were right.

That lead on Reddington
finally heated up.

Keen?

Yeah. She's back.

How you wanna handle this?
You want us to move in?

No, no, leave her be.
She's not going anywhere.

This may take some time,
we're gonna
let things run their course.

I'll handle things my end.
I'll be in touch.

You're lying.
No, I'm bearing witness.

To a hit-and-run
that happened just
as the sanctions list

was being stolen,
it's convenient.

A woman was killed.
I gave the cops
a description of the car.

Yeah, I wish I knew more.
I don't.

RESSLER: If you did see
this hit-and-run,

why wait 24 hours
to report it?

Because,
I was with a married woman
when I saw it and,

my coming forward
would expose her.

Does your friend have a name?

Sonia Fischer.
Judge Sonia Fischer.

I reported the crime just not
who I was with when I saw it.

RESSLER: And Howard Bishop
was with you at the time?

Yes.
SAMAR: Had he been
with you all night?

HOWARD: She told
the truth about the crime.

She lied about the affair.
We lied.

My husband was suspicious,
he hired a PI to follow me.

HOWARD: And that's who
I thought I was running from
in the restaurant.

We were meeting for lunch
and he ran so we wouldn't
be seen together.

I'm not proud of the affair,
but it proves
that I'm not a thief.

I did not steal
the sanctions list.

The Informant's
name is Howard Bishop.

A staffer in
Senator Cooligan's office.

Quick work, Harold.
Celebratory drink.

Paris makes a
rye and absinthe cocktail

that could blind an elephant.

Nothing to celebrate yet.

Oh! That's delicious.

Wealth is such a privilege,

I've learned to love it.

Well, it's not emotional,

like hearing
Maria Schneider's

The Thompson Fields
for the first time

or watching the sun set over
the caldera in Santorini.

But for pure meaningless joy,
nothing compares.

We didn't catch Bishop,

he turned himself in
claiming to be a witness
to a hit-and-run.

Do you know if he
sold the list yet?

No. Nor who the buyer may be.

We think he's selling it
to an account holder,
but we can't ID them,

I'm hoping you can.

Elizabeth is back.

So I hear. How is she?

Determined to find
Tom's killers.

That's understandable.

I'm the devil on one shoulder.

You're the angel on her other.

She's in troubled
waters, Harold,

please help her
to navigate them.

Detective Singleton, right?

You remember.

Last time we spoke
you were just getting out
of the hospital.

How are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

May I come in?

Now is not a good time.
Can I get your card?
I'll call you.

I gave you my card
last time we spoke.

It wasn't a good time
then either.

Then, you vanished,
and all these months later,

I'm still waiting
for your call.

I went away.
I just got back.

Day before yesterday,
6:38 p.m.

You're watching
my apartment.

I'm trying to find
your husband's killers.

Thought you'd call
when you got back,

then again, I thought you'd
call before you left.

Would you like
a cup of coffee?

Read my mind.

REDDINGTON: Herman.

Mr. Reddington. I must say
I was surprised
to get your call.

I was under
the distinct impression

that our private
banking minimums were,

at present,
beyond your reach.

Oh, my God!
I missed your

tightly wound officiousness,
all clenched,
and pink, and puckered.

Perhaps this will
loosen your stool.

It's true, I had a setback

but I'm flush now

and my assets are seeking
shelter from the storm.

Nine figures.
Mid-nines.

I haven't read the fine print,

but I do believe that
meets your minimums.

It will be a pleasure
doing business with you again.

Throttle back, Herman.
You're the fourth bank
I've met today.

I'll tell you the same thing
I told them.

What's this?
Account numbers.

I need the names
behind the numbers.

These are not our accounts.
I couldn't possibly...

This is an opportunity.

The US government is
about to freeze those funds.

If I can ID
the account holders

and notify them before
the freeze goes into effect,

I'll be owed
a favor by individuals

who will be in desperate
need of safe haven

for the very funds
I'll have secured for them.

If you can help me
identify those
account holders,

I'd be only too happy
to refer them to you.

You must have
means of identifying
such promising new clientele.

He stabbed my husband.

SINGLETON: The man with
the Damascus knife.

Navarro worked for him.

These three
worked for Navarro.
Part of the Nash Syndicate.

Used to run drugs outside
of Kaufman Food and Liquor.

And Damascus

I have no idea.
Look, we questioned Navarro.

Nothing stuck,
so we had to kick him loose.

Why were these men here?

I don't know.

No idea what their connection
was to your husband?

There was no connection.
He was helping a friend.

Nik Korpal.
Who was also killed.

Know why he was
helping Dr. Korpal?
No.

The bullets pulled
from these bodies

didn't match any of
the weapons
found at the scene.

Someone killed your attackers.
Any idea who?

I was unconscious
hat point.

How did you and your husband
get to the hospital?

What?

Who took you there?

I don't know.

I know you already know this,
so consider this
a friendly reminder.

You're an accessory
if you help someone
get away with a crime.

That's a friendly reminder?

In case you
misplaced the last one.

If you think of anything,
give me a call.

REDDINGTON:
And who might you be?

I'm not helping you.
You can't make me.

The Monetary Authority
caught Miss Isaacson

trying to hack
into our accounts.

A judge reduced
her sentence to
nine months in exchange

for her agreeing to help
identify vulnerabilities
in our own system.

Ooh, a fox in the hen house,
Herman.

You'll have to keep
a close watch
on the chickens.

HERMAN:
If anyone can put names to
the numbers you gave me,

it's Miss Isaacson.

I'm not going to.
Name your price.

I don't want your money.

What do you want?

Bite me.
Hmm, a woman
after my own heart.

You're an anarchist.

Did you know
Charlie Chaplin
was an anarchist?

I've cultivated
a healthy hatred
for governments and rules

and all the incumbent fetters.
I understand.

Oh, well, Herman, we tried.
Perhaps next time.

Wait a minute,
what about Soji

The tattoo artist?

I helped him
secure a very rare dye
several years ago.

I'm sorry, a tattoo artist?

A reclusive
but visionary artist

which is all the more
impressive

considering he
does his best work

after drinking
himself half blind.

Utoro, Hokkaido prefecture.
You get me those names,

I'll get you an appointment
within the week.

And if I'm lying, you can
always hack into the bank
and steal the whole omakase.

I'm sure Soji-san
will do wonders to

that whisper of unmarked flesh
below your suprasternal notch.

Just get me the appointment,
and I'll get you the names.

Perhaps Tweety Bird,
or Yosemite Sam,

or a lady riding
a monkey wrench.

SAMAR: Reddington identified
the names on the list.

We believe the buyer
is Rasmin Hamzan,

a Bruneian national
with extremist ties
in Southeast Asia.

Why him?
ARAM: Well, based
on the names

Mr. Reddington provided,
we put out an alert.

TSA flagged
Hamzan 12 hours ago

at Dulles under
an assumed name.

And Bureau agents
have since tracked him
to a hotel in DuPont Circle.

Have Ressler stay with Bishop.
Take a team and follow Hamzan.

If Reddington's right,

we'll walk away
with the Informant

and a major
sponsor of terrorism.

I'm looking for Navarro.

Who? Never heard of him.

Don't walk away from me.

What you say to me?

This corner is run by
the Nash Syndicate.

Navarro's your boss and
I need to speak with him.

You're in
the wrong place, lady.

I thought I told you
not to walk away from me
while I'm asking.

I said you're in
the wrong place.

Now start to drive off
or we're gonna have a...

You want me to drive? Okay.

Whoa. Hey, stop.

You look pretty
athletic in that
track suit

but I got a full
tank of gas so,
I'm gonna ask one more time.

Navarro.
Stop. Stop, please.

There's these two guys...

Shelly and Madigan, they ran
the block before I took over.

And Navarro?
I don't know who that is.

Please stop! Crisanto!
He'll know who
you're looking for.

Keep talking.
Crisanto,

he does the pickups
for the money,

I call him for the re-up,
he comes.

Okay, well, give him a call,
unless you want to
take another drive.

If you panic,
you'll run out of air,

if you run out of air
you'll pass out,
and if you pass out,

you can't answer
my questions

and if you don't
answer my questions,

I'll kill you, got it?

Navarro, where is he?

I never met him,
but I know a guy,

Pee-Wee runs
things for Navarro.

He'll know,
Pee-Wee will know.

And where is Pee

SAMAR:
Hamzan's driver dropped him
off at Union Station.

Bishop's heading
south on Sixth,

let's assume
we're headed your way.

SAMAR: I'll notify MPDC.

If Bishop's the Informant,
his alibi with
the judge was a lie,

which means
she's in on it, too.

One bad guy at a time, okay?

I'm busy.

Mr. Sturgeon, the man
you're tailing is a client.

RESSLER: Oh, am
I tailing someone?

Tell your team to back off.

Look, I thought I was just out
picking up lunch.

Bishop's the Informant,
he stole the list.

You nudged in and then
I gave him an alibi.

A hit-and-run.

So much for lunch.
The hit-and-run was a murder.

The judge swore
it was an accident,

because the judge does
what you tell her to do.

Yep, just like you.

Which is why when
I told her to say

that Bishop was with her
when she saw it,

that's what she did.
How's that for power?

I got a judge to admit to
an affair she wasn't having.

But there's nothing I can do,
we already got
teams on the buyer.

Then improvise,
tell your team
to stand down

or I will leak
the dirt I have on you

and you will be
put away for life.

I need a twenty on Bishop.

Something is wrong, Bishop's
turning away from the station.

What do you mean?
His buyer is here.

RESSLER: He's made you.
If you don't re-position,
we risk losing him.

I need you to divert all units
to the west parking lot.

Suspect's moving south,
southwest.

Reposition,
target's on the move.
Cover all southerly entrances.

SAMAR: Ressler, where are you?
Do you have
eyes on the target?

Ressler, do you copy?

Howard Bishop, FBI,
you're under arrest.

Hands in the air. Navabi,
I got Bishop in custody.

Hamzan's headed your way now.

You've just made
a horrible mistake.

You're not my first client
to grow a conscience.
Go on. Open it.

I paid my debt. I'm done.

You disobeyed me.

I said I'm through.

What are you gonna do?
Arrest me?
On what charge?

Murder

Cover Of what?
You have no
evidence against me.

You don't even know my name.

But I know
everything about you.

Starting with you pretending
to be Frank Sturgeon.

And hiring me to dispose of
the National Security Advisor.

You're a crooked cop,
Agent Ressler.

You know what they do to
crooked cops in prison?

One with such a pretty face.

You're right.
Now, I can't arrest you.

But I can kill you.

Which is what I'm gonna do
if you ever,

ever get in
touch with me again.

Oh, I'll be in touch.

It's your funeral.

Do you remember
Henry Prescott?

Prescott?

The guy
responsible for covering up
Reven Wright's murder.

Yeah, I know who he is.
I just...
Why are you asking me?

Bishop is his client.

Who told you that?

Bishop.
I've been interrogating him
for the last hour.

Where have you been?
Are you okay?

It took forever
to process Hamzan,
that's all.

What happened?
One minute you're pulling
Navabi off of Hamzan,

the next you're on top
of him and Bishop.

Well, I thought he made us.
I was wrong.

Hardly.
Because of your arrest,

Bishop and Hamzan
are in custody,

the sanctions
list was recovered,

and assets that would've been
in the hands of terrorists
have been frozen.

Bishop wasn't across town
when the list was stolen.

The judge said
they were together
because Prescott told her to.

Why would she do that?

Bishop doesn't know,
but the hit-and-run
was planned.

Prescott planted
the judge there
in advance as a witness,

so it wasn't an accident.

It was murder.

The victim was
Jasmine Perez,

an MPDC Internal
Affairs investigator.

I got nothing from Bishop
in terms of a motive
or a suspect,

but a good IA officer's
worst enemy is a bad cop.

COOPER: Ressler, Navabi,
talk to IA.

Find the lead investigator,
see what he knows.

We've arrested a terrorist
and a traitor,

if a crooked cop
is in the story,
I want him arrested, too.

LIZ: Pee

Who's asking?

Crisanto told me you could
bring me to Navarro.

I just work the grill.

And launder money for Navarro.

Where does he keep the money?

Who the hell are you?

I'm the woman
you're taking to Navarro.

Now you can either
bring him a stranger,

or you can
bring him a stranger

who you let
burn all his money.

What's it gonna be?

SAMAR: Detective Farwell,

we appreciate you
taking the time
to speak with us.

It's about time
the Feds got involved.

What makes you say that?

The past month,
Detective Perez

had a few investigations
go south on her.

Evidence went missing,
cops walked back testimony.

She thought there was dirt
in the department.

What did you think?

I think she was
onto a dirty cop,

and he killed her
to keep her quiet.

SAMAR: We went
through her files.

SAMAR: There was no mention
of missing evidence or
recanted testimony.

Not on departmental files,
prying eyes.

Offline, she kept
a more detailed accounting.

Did you see those files?

Yes. And I told
the investigating
officers about them,

but they showed
no interest,

which is why
I'm relieved to
see you guys.

Someone's got to
police the police.

We'd appreciate
you letting us
into her apartment,

so we can access
her personal server.

I'll do one better.
I'll tell you her password.

She shared it with me
so I could keep up-to-date.

It's "Frank Sturgeon."

SAMAR: Who's Frank Sturgeon?

FARWELL: She never said.
Maybe the one who got away.

There's no record
of a Frank Sturgeon on file.

Do you think it's an alias?

Ressler?

RESSLER: FBI. We're here
to search Detective Perez's
apartment.

SAMAR: Ressler...

You checked the bedroom?
What's going on?

You didn't say a word
on the way over here.

We're looking
for a cop killer.

Is that it?

What else would it be?

I don't know.
That's why I'm asking you.

Can you check the bedroom?
Please.

Look, this is Detective Perez,
with Internal Affairs.

Whoever this is...

RESSLER:
I can't arrest you,
but I can kill you.

Which is what I'm gonna do
if you ever,

ever get in
touch with me again.

Yeah.
REDDINGTON: Hello, Donald.

I think it's time for us
to have a little chat.

I understand we're
nowhere on the hit-and-run.

Not yet.
Can we talk about Ressler?

Of course.

The way he acted
at Union Station.

His behavior
at Detective Perez's
apartment.

I can't put my finger on it,
but he seems...

Unsteady.

You've noticed.

I have. He seems preoccupied.

He won't talk to me.

I'll speak with him.
Ask him to come up.

He's not here.
Oh?

Where is he?

He got a phone call
and ran out of Detective
Perez's apartment.

I have no idea why.

Take Agent Mojtabai.
Find the judge.

I wanna know why she lied
and who she's covering for.

I'm worried about him.

So am I.

How did you know
about Prescott?

REDDINGTON: I make it
my business to know.

Did you make it your business
to know his real name?

Because that would
come in real handy
right about now.

Why, so you can kill him?

How does the Informant
fit into this?

The Informant is
a client of Prescott's.

You're Prescott's fixer,
I put you on to the Informant,

so Prescott
would ask to get off.

Why would you do that?

As a test.

See how far down
the rabbit hole
you'd fallen.

Good news is, you passed.

Prescott asked you
to look the other way,
you didn't.

Because of that
he's gonna destroy me.

Thanks for nothing.

I thought we'd pay Bishop's
make-believe
girlfriend a visit.

What, the judge?

No, she knows I'm an agent.
We can't go in together.

As long as you play dirty cop
we'll be fine.

Under the circumstances,

I think you can manage that,
can't you?

Who is it?

Agent Donald Ressler.
I've a few
follow-up questions.

I have nothing
else to say to you.

Judge Fischer,
I'm Raymond Reddington.

Let me begin by saying
I'm a great fan.

You incarcerated three
of my fiercest competitors.

It may come as a surprise,

but I appreciate
a good law-and-order judge.

What is this all about,
Agent Ressler?

Well, Reddington and I,
we have an arrangement.

Like you and Prescott.

I don't know anything about...

I know a man who gets people
to talk in
the most ingenious ways,

utilizing
the most unlikely tools
for his trade.

Animals, insects,
a well-placed cork.

Unfortunately, times being
what they are, my associate

has taken a job working
on an ostrich farm
outside of Texarkana.

But to get
the truth out of a judge,

I'm sure he'd come
out of retirement.

We know Detective Perez
was murdered to cover up
police corruption.

And that
Prescott got you to lie
about what you saw

in order to
protect her killer.
That's ridiculous.

The FBI's on its way right now
to arrest you as an accessory

after the fact to
the murder of a cop.

I told the truth.

Well, Bishop's
already in custody.

See, he confessed.
Cut a deal to
testify against you.

Speaking of deals,
here's mine.
I need to talk to Prescott.

Given my relationship
with Donald,

he's no longer
taking my calls.

Tell me how to find him,
and I'll arrange
safe passage for you

out of the country
to the city of your choosing.

Might I suggest Montevideo?

No better way
to forget one's troubles

than a night at the opera
at the Teatro Solis.

Were you honest once?

I'm almost always honest.

Decent, then

I was all of
those things once.

Then my 17-year-old son
assaulted a woman and...

Suddenly I wasn't.

A parent from his class,
he was an attorney,

called to say my son
was in custody,

and the young woman was
on the way to the hospital

to have a rape-kit
administered,

and did I want the
whole thing to disappear.

The attorney said that?

The next day
the rape-kit vanished.

I didn't ask him to do it,
but I didn't make
him put it back.

Without it,
the charges were withdrawn.

And you were in his debt.

Six months later,
he made his first request.

The attorney did?
What's his name?

Mitchell Hadley.

I suppressed evidence.
I let the guilty walk free.

How can I forgive myself?

I don't know.

I'm gonna get my coat.

Forgiveness doesn't mean
accepting what
you've done, Donald.

It means understanding
that the line
dividing good and evil

cuts through
the hearts of all of us.

AGENT 1: FBI!
Please step back.

AGENT 2: Stand back!
Please, move away.
WOMAN: Oh, my God.

AGENT 1: Watch the street.
AGENT 2: You got it.

AGENT 2: Can I get you
to stand back here,
please, sir?

I need to get
some information.

I never thanked you for what
you did after Audrey died.

You were preoccupied.

I was crazed.

Convinced I should
kill the man who shot her.

You remember what
you told me to do?

I told you to go home.
You didn't.

No, you said that,

"Once you cross over,
there are things
in the darkness

"that can keep your heart
from ever feeling
the light again."

I didn't go home,
but I never crossed over.

I never
thanked you for that.

Nor should you.

Your circumspection
afforded me

the opportunity
to take care

of Audrey's killer myself.
It was a win-win.

I didn't want
Prescott's real name
so that I could kill him.

I wanted it so
I could arrest him.

He goes to prison,
so will you.

I know.

But I'm in the darkness,

and doing the right thing
is the only way

I'll ever feel
the light again.

Nice. Go, go!

RESSLER: Hey there!

Wow!

Looks like a fun time.
Sorry to interrupt.

Can we help you?

No, you're good.
This'll just take a minute.

JANET: What's going on?
What are you
doing here, Frank?

MAN: I'm sorry. Who're you?

JANET: Do you know
this man, Mitchell?

You must be the wife.
Janet.

Janet. Right.
Well, I'm sorry, Janet,

but your husband's been
lying to you for
a very long time.

Yeah. Whatever this is,
whoever you are,
we're just trying...

Special Agent
Donald Ressler, FBI.

Mitchell Hadley,
I'm gonna place
you under arrest.

JANET: Arrest
This is insane.

That is a terrible,
terrible idea.

And I know it is.

RESSLER: Get back inside!

Go ahead, Agent Ressler.
Pull the trigger.

If you don't,
we both go to jail.

Come on, do it!

Donald.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Open up.

Remember me?
Pee-Wee sends his regards.

Put 'em on.

Got a minute?

Agent Ressler. Please sit.

There's something
I need to talk to you about.

It'll have to wait.

I'm afraid it can't.

There's been an incident.

I got a call from
the Bureau of Prisons.

There was an accident
involving the transport
vehicle moving Prescott.

The transport was struck

by an unknown assailant.

We assume one of Prescott's
many friends felt he'd
been compromised,

and didn't wanna see him
make it to court.

The drivers,
they somehow managed
to escape. But Prescott...

Prescott wasn't so lucky.

My good friend Donald Ressler
sends his regards.

Much as it pains
me that Prescott
won't have his day in court,

the records we've recovered
will help us prosecute
dozens of his clients.

What's this?

Signed confession.

I don't accept it.

Why not?

When Prescott's files came in,

I thought maybe your name
would be inside. It wasn't.

Well, it should've been.

What happened with Prescott,
the missing file...

Reddington did
that to protect me.

It's not right.
I'm not okay with it.

I think that you
deserve the truth.

I know what's
inside this letter.

Maybe not all the details,
but I can guess.

Like I can guess
how sick you're
feeling inside.

I'm not interested
in your feelings,
Agent Ressler.

I'm not interested
in what you want.

None of us are the people
that we were before this
task force started.

Before Reddington.

So, I'm going to
hold on to this letter,

with the expectation

that I'll find you
at your desk first thing
tomorrow morning,

and every morning after that.

Ready to do your job
until the work of this
task force is finished.

Then, and only then,

will I send this letter
through the proper channels.

And I expect you
to do the same for me.

I hope you don't take
this the wrong way, Donald,

but we've been seeing
an awful lot of each other.

I made it perfectly clear.
I wanted
Prescott to go to jail.

You had him killed.

I did.

I never asked for your help.

With all due respect,

I didn't kill Henry Prescott
to protect you.

I killed him
to protect myself.

The man knew the nature
of my relationship
with the FBI.

I couldn't risk
that information

coming to light
in a public trial.

And my file?

You had it removed
from Prescott's records

before they were
taken into custody.

Well, I won't trade
being under his thumb
for being under yours.

Sins should be
buried like the dead.

Not that they
may be forgotten,

but that we may remember them
and find our way
forward nonetheless.

I hope this will
help you do just that.

Besides, after today,

I'd have no reason to think
you'd respond to threats
and blackmail.

It's such a nasty business,
particularly among friends.

Don't you think?

There was a man at my house
the night you
killed my husband.

He had a Damascus knife.
Who was he?

I can't remember.

Hmm.

What about him?
His name was Nik Korpal.

My husband was helping him.

Helping him with something
that got them both killed.

Then him. Then her.

You don't get it.
That guy Nik...
What about him?

Your man wasn't helping Nik.
Nik was helping your man.

Nik was helping Tom.

With what?

I can't. If they
ever found out I...

Okay.

This is okay.