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(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

* Hold my hand

* Ooh, baby
It's a long way down

* A long way down

* If you get sleep
or if you get none

* The cock's gonna
call in the morning, baby

* Hold my hand

* Ooh, baby
It's a long way down

* A long way down

**

* Oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh, oh

Do you smell that?

Sewer line.

Would you be so kind
to reach out to facilities?

I'd like to put in
a repair request.

Yeah.

* Oh, oh, oh

* Hold my hand
Oh, baby

* It's a long way
Hold on, now

* Hold my hand

* Ooh, baby
It's a long way down
A long way down *

No, no, no.
Please stay.

I'm happy
for the company.

Raymond Reddington.
Awaiting trial.

Right. For treason.

And like 200 murders.

(CHUCKLES)
Such hyperbole.

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

What's your name?

Jones.
Vontae Jones.

Hello, Vontae.
Nice to meet you.

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

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

I've always wanted a home
with a name.

So much more evocative
than a simple address.

Fallingwater,

the Dibble House,

Sinking Spring Farm.

I must say,
The Bunker compares
rather favorably

to a Malagasy cave

I once had the misfortune
of inhabiting.

Don't know what
you're talking about.

The Bunker.
Ah.

Warden left it
for troublemakers.

Smells like
a dung hole.

Who's the warden
speaking with?

They call him Quantum.

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

And if my tastes run
in other directions?

Burrito-Man over here,
do you a roll

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

And, uh, Waxer,
face tats,

he can fix you up
with smokes,

cigars, candy.

He sometimes even gets
cinnamon toothpicks.

Oh, I love
cinnamon toothpicks.

Yolked dude's
Baldomero.

Yeah, they call him
the Teflon Con

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

Awaiting trial
for knocking over
a Brinks truck.

Killed both guards...

I'm familiar
with the incident.

**

Long time.

It's gonna be good
having you here.

Maybe we could
settle up,

get square
for Iztapalapa.

That's not
your lunch meat.

**

(VONTAE SIGHS)

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

Just leave it.
Yo. Yo!

Easy, easy, easy.

You must not have heard
what I said.

I said that wasn't
your lunch meat.

He's just a kid.

Maybe you can
cut him some slack.

Just a thought.

Yo.

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

(CHUCKLES)

Gobble, gobble.

(LAUGHTER)

This ain't
Mexico City.

You got no muscle,
no weapon.

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

but it can't run
in here.

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

you're gonna end up
with your teeth

sticking out
the back of your head

and sipping your dinner
through a bendy straw.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Enough!

Boys, I said enough!

Mr. Reddington,

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

(COUGHS)
My name is Warden Macatee.

Welcome to Colton.

Think you're gonna
like it here.

(WEAKLY)
So far, so good.

(DOOR BUZZES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

LIZ:
Who did this to you?

An old acquaintance.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Getting caught
after 30 years?

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

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

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

the law of the jungle.

I am the lion,
after all.

You don't look like one.

(CHUCKLES)

I need to talk
to the warden,

get you out
of general population.

That's a terrible idea.

Okay, then,

since you insist
on representing yourself,

also a terrible idea,

why not petition the court
for protective custody?

Elizabeth, I'm the one
who petitioned

to be put into
the general population.

I need to be treated
like the criminal I am.

Anything that may hint
at any involvement
with your Task Force

is a liability
I cannot afford.

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

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

you also have to demonstrate
to the judge

your value as an asset.

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

You have a case?

It's time
to go to work.

LIZ: Rod and Delaine Uhlman,

married, no children,

long-time members
of the Methodist church,

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

It's an unassuming
neighborhood shop

that specializes in fronting
massive amounts of cash
to criminals

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

COOPER: How
does it work?

They function like
a regular pawn shop?

Yes, if you fail to
reclaim your collateral,

the Pawnbrokers
will resell it.

A friend told me
to come see...

Said you had a first edition
of Treasure Island.

**

Sure.
I've got it in the back.

It's in perfect condition.
Follow me.

RESSLER: Makes sense.
Can't go to a bank

to finance crime,
so might as well go

to grandma and grandpa
for a loan.

ARAM: They're so cute.

They sort of remind me
of this couple

that used to babysit me
in Delaware,
the Gambalas.

Uh, Rita... Rita.

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

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

These cuties facilitated
an array
of international crimes,

including the poisoning
of a former Russian
Intelligence Officer,

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

and a casino heist that
left eight dead in Monaco.

As enchanting
as they may seem,

they have made possible
some very real
and deadly crimes.

SAMAR: And Reddington believes
this will, what,

demonstrate his value
while incarcerated?

Reddington's probably
paying off the judge.

He's fine.
He's not fine.

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

I've never seen him
like that before.

COOPER: Ressler, Keen,
I want you on that storefront.

Coordinate with Aram
to run the background

of anyone who enters
into their shop.

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

and I want us to be there
when they do.

**

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Aram, heads up.
We've got another.

We're uploading it now.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)
ARAM: Okay, got it.

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

No, the photo's
gonna have to do.

Okay.
Give me a little time.

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

We're gonna be here
for weeks.

Can I ask you
something?

You really worried
about Reddington?

I am.

He looked...

Weak.

He's fine.
He can handle himself.

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

It's different.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Sorry.
Give me a minute.

(VIBRATING CONTINUES)

It's not a good time.

I got a message
from my friend Buck.

What'd he say?

He said he's done what he can
to decrypt Reddington's file
from the plastic surgeon.

I told him to come
to your place
right away.

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

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

**

All right.

I'll figure something out.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

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

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

The kid with the red backpack
from earlier this morning.

Tom Hardekopf.

LIZ: The MIT grad working
at a tech firm?

Yeah, except he's not
just an MIT grad
working at a tech firm.

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

with the U.S. government.
RESSLER: Meaning what?

Does his firm have some kind
of government contract?

Yeah, with the NSA.

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

cell records, financials.

We'll reach out
to the NSA.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

I-I can't.
Why not?

That was the warden
at Colton.

I've been hounding him
about putting Reddington
in a safer wing,

and he finally agreed
to meet with me,

so I got to do this.
It's important.

Okay.

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

Gentlemen,
this is Mr. Hardekopf.

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

Have a seat.

Okay.
Let's make some money.

**

(UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, Mr. Reddington,
you and me,

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

I've been trying to free
this ornery thread
for nearly an hour.

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

I finally got a good hold
on the little rascal.

Are you listening?
Ah, damn it.

Baldomero's gonna
kill you.

Said he wants to finish
what he started,

get even
for Iztapalapa.

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

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

Day after tomorrow.

Day after?

What's wrong
with tomorrow?

Man's got woodshop.

(LAUGHING)
Oh, come on.

It's like high-school
fisticuffs.

Are you hearing me?
This is serious, man.

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

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

Maybe you could
find me a pen.

Yeah, there you go.
That's good.

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

Vontae,
one other thing.

I wonder
if you'd be willing

to find out
who's playing that music.

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

If someone has a phonograph
on the block,

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

(SIGHS)

Okay.

COOPER: Sophia Quayle,
Agents Ressler and Navabi.

Miss Quayle directs
Cryptologic Exploitation
Services for the NSA.

So you're a code breaker.

Is that what
Hardekopf pawned,
one of our codes?

Hardekopf was working
on developing
a decryption algorithm,

one that we believe
may now be operational.

An algorithm to decrypt
what exactly?

In recent years, there's been
an unprecedented number

of breaches
by Chinese intelligence.

We'd hoped that the cypher
would allow us

to decrypt Chinese
diplomatic cables

sent to Beijing
from their embassy in D.C.

Accessing that would
help us to identify
the source of the leak.

And the names of any Americans
who may have been turned
by the Chinese.

As well as what intel
the traitors provided.

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

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

of, what,
some pawnbroker?

Our source says
that there is honor

among these
particular thieves.

Clients are
given 30 days

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

After that,
they're put up for sale.

For the moment,
the codes are safe.

All in.

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

If word of this leaks out,
the Chinese will change
their encryption,

and we'll be back
at square one.

So, is there any idea
why Hardekopf did it?

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

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

**

BUCK: I'm sorry.
I-I tried everything.

JENNIFER: But you're supposed
to be this genius.

BUCK: The information
on the drive
wasn't just deleted.

It was erased from
the unallocated portions of...

Well, then reallocate it,
undelete it.

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

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

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

Go.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

All of these
patient files,

everybody who got
reconstructive surgery

from Dr. Koehler.
Jen...

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

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

somebody who was there
when he went.

I...
He won.

(SIGHING) How can
you accept that?

I don't.

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

**

Besides, it wasn't
all for nothing.

If it weren't
for Reddington's secret,

we wouldn't
have each other.

It's not enough.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

I think it has to be.

**

Hey. I found it.

Yo, this wasn't easy.

I had to bribe
the librarian,

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

You know how that
makes me look, right?

Like a good son.

Be proud.
You want to tell me

what's up with you
and this string thing?

Did you bring
the meat?

(SIGHS)

Ah, perfect.
Right there.

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

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

I found myself with something
of a rodent situation.

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

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

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

No.

Fear is a liar.
(SIGHS)

It activates the enemy.

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

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

Careful.
It tangles easily.

(SCOFFS)

I need the drive back.

Of course.
It's yours.

All we need
is the loan
plus interest.

I don't have it.

Tell us about your
precautions to get here.

Did you switch cars
as instructed?

I had a debt
from gambling.

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

You mean you pawned
classified intel

to try to win back
a gambling debt?

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

The intel I gave you
can never come out.

It would be like
committing treason.

Well, you've got 30 days
to make sure
that doesn't happen.

I lost the money!

I was one card away,
and I lost everything.

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

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

Why do you keep asking
about the damn cars?

In our experience,
clients in your situation

tend to draw attention
to themselves,

the kind of attention
we can't afford.

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

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

Yes.
I believe we are.

(GUNSHOT)

I'll get the fuel.

**

SAMAR: It's Hardekopf.

RESSLER: We got witnesses?
Forensics?

None, and if there were
any forensics,

the liquid hydrogen
burned them away.

Well, we had a team
on the Pawnbrokers.

They lost them.
Now we know why.

As long as Hardekopf
was alive,

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

Looks like our time
just ran out.

**

(ALBERT LENNARD,
TY ARDIS AND NOAH JACKSON'S
MY ONE AND ONLY A PLAYS)

* You're my one and only

* My one and only

* You're my one and only

* My one and only

* Girl, I owe it all to you

That's it.

Come on...

* My one and only

* You're my one and only

(CHUCKLES)

* My one and only *

Hello, there,
little fella.

We've got a lot
of work to do.

Ah, there's a spot.

(HUSHED) What?

Mr. Reddington,
no. No.

Greetings, gentlemen.

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

I've heard rumblings
on the wire

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

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

over a meal, break bread,
settle our differences.

Pimento loaf isn't
really my thing.

In fact, when I get
out of here,

my very first stop will be
Augustine in Manhattan
for a simple omelet.

Yum. What about you?

I'll be at the Blue Lounge
in Armistead,

toasting your grave.

(MAN LAUGHS)

**

You must be the one with
that record collection
I envy so dearly.

Yeah.
I also got the blade

that's gonna carve you
like a pumpkin.

Jack-o'-lantern.

Huh?
A pumpkin is a gourd.

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

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

I still envy
your record collection.

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

What happened in Iztapalapa
was a terrible mistake.

I regret it dearly,

and I had no idea
she was your mother.

You were in my bed.

There was a picture of me
on the nightstand.

Okay, in our defense,

it was incredibly dark,

and we'd been
drinking heavily.

Honestly, (CHUCKLES)
I regret the entire weekend.

Of course, don't tell
your mother that.

I'm gonna gut you
like a fish.

The guards
have been paid off,

which means I got
20 minutes with you,

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

A Romani fortune-teller
once gave me

an astonishingly-accurate
peek into my future,

and I'm gonna do
the same for you.

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

but when you do walk out
of this calaboose,

I promise you this.

Within 24 hours
of your release,

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

gurgling my name
and begging to die.

Okay, then. Good talk.

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

Yo, what the hell
was that?

You trying
to get us killed?

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

The plan is a bit of
a work in progress.

One person is dead,
classified intel is missing,

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

You have nothing
connecting them
to Hardekopf's death.

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

Until you know
where that drive is,

arresting them will
only guarantee we
never get it back.

Well, with Hardekopf dead,
they're free to sell
that intel on the open market

as soon as they have a buyer.
ARAM: They
already have one.

You have confirmation
of that?

Well, I went
to their website

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

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

wait for it,
a built-in camera

to video-chat with friends
via Wi-Fi.

Which we hacked into.

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

but 10 minutes ago,
we saw this.

SAMAR: We cross-checked
his image

with the Bureau's database
on foreign agents.

His name is Niu Quaing.

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

If the Chinese know
what's on that drive,

then they know the NSA
hacked their codes.

They'll change them.

And years of work will
be for nothing.

But the Chinese
don't already know.

The Pawnbrokers would
never tell them,

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

and the drive
would be worthless,

which is the last thing
that the Pawnbrokers want.

Now, if they're good
at their job,

they'll tease them,
bid the price up.

But until the Chinese
actually buy that drive,

they won't know exactly
what they have.

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

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

Not us. Mossad.

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

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

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

Collins?

No.

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

He was a cave explorer
in Kentucky

around the turn
of the last century.

He explored Kentucky because
of the hundreds of miles

of interconnected
underground caverns.

But in the winter
of 1925,

while trying to find
a new entrance
to Crystal Cave,

Collins became trapped
in a narrow crawlway

55 feet below ground.

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

Collins lit a candle,
held it up,

and let the smoke draft
point him toward an exit.

Here. Hand me the rat.

(SIGHS) You know,
that's a cute story,

but this ain't no cave,

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

getting killed
in the yard?

REDDINGTON:
If this little fella
found his way in,

I bet he can find
his way back out,

like a draft of smoke

or a carrier pigeon.

Some note on a rat?

A-are you insane?

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

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

**

VONTAE: So long.

Bring us some luck,
William Floyd Collins.

(CHUCKLES) Collins actually
died in the cave.

Thirst and hunger compounded
by exposure, hypothermia

after 14 days in a cave.

(SIGHS)

ARAM: All right,
Agent Navabi's
transmitter is up.

She's approaching now.

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

Agents Ressler and Keen,
hold your positions.

You only move in
if we have a situation.

QUAYLE: I don't like
sending a Mossad agent

to acquire
classified NSA data.

What are you
worried about?

Divided loyalties.

My instructions
were clear.

Agent Navabi knows
to purchase that drive

and to bring it to me
directly.

And the Mossad?
It's a closed loop.

Only people who know
about this operation

are you and the members
of this Task Force.

No one else,
including the Mossad.

Delaine Uhlman?

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

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

a hard drive containing
classified data for the NSA.

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

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

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

I'm here to outbid him.

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

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

has pawned everything
from anthrax

to poppy fields
in Afghanistan.

I didn't catch
your name.

Samar Navabi.

I work with Mossad.

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

if you're smart enough
to take it.

**

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

COOPER: We can't risk her
being searched.

She doesn't have any.

What's that?

Divided loyalties.

We'll see.

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

**

DELAINE: Index
and middle finger.

(SCANNER BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

**

Chinese fellow
offered $2 million.

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

(LIQUID SPRAYING)

**

Hey, buddy.

What's going on?

What's this?

**

Yes, I know we had a sale,
but she's with me now.

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

Just get the pledge,
meet me at the place.

I'll explain later.

Where are we going?

In our business,
we have learned
to take precautions.

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

Aram,
we've got no movement.

Are you seeing anything
in the store?

ARAM: It looks like...

It looks like
they moved to a back room.

I don't like this.

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

(CHUCKLES) Like they say,
love what you do.

The Mossad knows
what you do,

just not why
you started doing it.

**

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

Rod and I bought the store
in '76.

We didn't have
any business sense at all.

I remember
if somebody came in
to pawn a bicycle,

Rod would check
the registration number.

(CHUCKLES)

But then the '80s came,
the downturn.

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

We didn't really have
any choice.

We had to take more
collateral risk.

ARAM:
Okay, guys, I think
we have a problem.

Agent Navabi's transponder
just started moving.

COOPER: Ressler, Keen.

She hasn't left.
Did you lose her?

ARAM: Okay, guys, there
must be a secondary exit

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

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

(ENGINE STARTS)

**

Hey, it's me.

Put me through.

We have
a problem here.

Yes, Harold Cooper.

We have a developing situation
in Baltimore,

and I need you to scramble
unmarked units.

Aram, location?

Okay, she just turned east
on Bentonhurst.

Approaching Colfax now.

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

Aram's gonna vector you
toward that vehicle.

DEMBE: Feel free
to count it.

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

I-I don't understand.

Why are you giving me
a bag of money?

I-Is this legal?

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

You did nothing wrong.

There are
many cameras here.

Maybe you should finish
your work.

Yeah. Okay.
Sure. Thanks.

Thanks.

**

(RAT SQUEAKING)

**

**

One day, you're pawning
a Toshiba console,

the next
it's a stolen painting.

(CHUCKLING) Shoot.

Pretty soon,
it's a block of C4.

I guess we got
a reputation

for doing things
a little differently.

**

ARAM: Okay, the vector's
currently showing

a location
at Park Street.

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

Yeah, we tailed them
to a parking structure

at the corner
of Park and 16th.

All right, good.
DMV record shows

a '92 Buick Estate Wagon
registered to their business.

COOPER: Agent Keen,
I've got a skeleton SWAT unit
on their way to you now.

Keen,
are you seeing this?

On my way.
West stairwell.

**

Funds first.
That's how it works.

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

I said funds first.

Account number there.
Wire transfer there.

ARAM: Agent Keen,
building security is

sending me
their feeds now,

and it looks like you are
in a civilian area.

Also, there is a van
moving your way
from two stories above.

**

All units stand down
till I can confirm

that Agent Navabi has
that drive in hand.

**

(BRIEFCASE UNLATCHES)

(LAPTOP BEEPS)

DELAINE: Pleasure doing
business with you.

**

She's got the case.

Breach. Go. Now.
Breach.

FBI.
Hands in the air.

Hands! Hands!

(SIRENS WAILING,
TIRES SQUEALING)

Agent Keen. Agent Keen!
Watch out!

**

(TIRES SCREECH)

ROD: Delaine!

LIZ: We're under fire!
We're under fire!

What the hell's
going on?

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Got it now.

(TIRES SCREECH, ENGINE REVS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GUNSHOTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

All units,
we got an 11-54.

Repeat.
Black van. 11-54.

ROD: Delaine!

I'll call 911.

Help! Please!
God, help!

(SOUNDS DISTORTS)
(LINE RINGING)

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

LIZ:
All units, 10-71!

Officers down!
I repeat, officers down!

(LIZ SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
If you need help, hang up
and then dial your operator.

ROD: Help is on the way.

It's going to be okay.
(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

**

**

Ah.

**

They must've found out
the hard drive
was sold to the Israelis.

Maybe Uhlman
told the Chinese

a new buyer was
in the picture.

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

Well, they knew enough
to know it was valuable.

(SIGHS)
Thank you.

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

Suspected MSS agent here
on non-official cover.

We need to put eyes
on the airport.

They don't need to get
to the airport.

All they have to do
is get to the embassy.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

**

(BRAKES SQUEAK)

(BUZZES)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(ENGINE REVS)

**

(GROANING)

RESSLER: Hands!
Show me your hands!

Don't move.

COOPER: Excellent news.

Our agents were able
to intercept the Chinese.

We recovered
the drive.

I have to admit,
your Task Force,

whoever they are,
they're good.

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

It does still bother me,
though...

The meeting.
The meeting?

The one sabotaged
by the MSS.

How did the Chinese know?

Wasn't the Pawnbrokers.

They'd already sold out
to the Mossad,

and it wasn't
Agent Navabi.

Her loyalties
are clear.

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

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

without accessing
its contents.

Turns out, I was unable
to accommodate your request.

If your team accessed data
from this drive...

We did.

That Hardekopf kid,
he was pretty smart.

His decryption
algorithm worked.

Our analysts are busy
sifting through Chinese cables

sent between Beijing
and their U.S. embassy.

But it turns out
the breach is extensive,

as is their network
of informants.

Your name is all over
the cables.

You argued against us
executing a warrant
to arrest the Pawnbrokers

because you wanted
to give the Chinese time

to get that disk
before we could.

You told them
about our op.

You were never
assisting the FBI.

You're working
for the Chinese.

You have no authority
to access this drive.

Any information you have
is a breach.

It'll never
hold up in court.

The less you say,
the better.

**

(SIGHS)

Is he going to talk?

Not yet, but he will.

Told the Baltimore PD officer
on the car ride over

that he's got a warehouse

filled with elicit items
over on Monument Street,

everything from, uh,
narcotics to stolen art

to military-grade weapons
to counterfeit currency.

So, what are you
waiting for?

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

(RESSLER SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

**

Yo, Mr. Reddington,

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

this thing,
this dispute,

and how it all started
over my lunch meat.

(CHUCKLES) That's a lovely
sentiment, Vontae,

but I'm afraid this conflict
predates out acquaintance.

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

You had my back.

You had it like nobody
ever has,

not my father,
not my friends,

certainly none of
these fools in here.

Nobody's ever given
two dumps about me,

but you did,
over some stupid
pimento loaf.

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

No matter what happens,
just remember,

Vontae Jones
got your back.

Thank you, Vontae.

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

**

Over here, anciano.

Where's
my record player?

You are one dumb
son of a bitch.

Any last words,
Baldomero?

I'm sure we'd all
like to hear them.

Go ahead. You first.

My accomplishments
are an open book,

but you...
I don't know.

Coming clean might be
good for your soul.

What's that mean?

Well, surely,
your prison-yard playmates

would love
to hear the truth,

that you're awaiting trial for
and bragging about

a crime
you didn't commit?

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

Don't get me wrong.

You deserve to be
incarcerated

for any number
of ungodly crimes,

but you didn't heist
that armored truck.

How do you know
he didn't do it?

I know because Ziggy Chapman
and his kid brother Tip

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

I refused the cash,
of course,

as it was unlaundered
and the boys were
way too hot,

what with
the dead guards.

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

You talk too much.

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

instead of on the street,

looking over your shoulder
for Anunzio Ross.

Why you did him dirty,
I have no idea.

Anunzio has a long memory
and a passion for vengeance,

which is, presumably,
why you're not trying

particularly hard
to get out of here.
Am I wrong?

(YELLS)

**

That acrid scent
lingering in the air
is bull feces,

the stench of a man
who's in prison

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

because he's afraid
of Anunzio Ross.

(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOT)

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

Your lucky day,
Baldomero.

Yeah? Why's that?

Your lawyer's here.

Something
about you getting out.

(CHUCKLES)

Well,
what do you know?

**

LIZ: (SIGHING) Well,
I hope it was worth it.

What? I gave you
the Pawnbrokers.

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

knowing we would raid
their warehouse

and find evidence that proves
Alfonse Baldomero was innocent

of the crime he was
being held for.

Is that why
he was released?

You know it is.

I know I did what I had to do
to stay alive long enough
to win my freedom back.

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

I assume that was
a rhetorical question.

I'm glad you're safe,

but now a dangerous criminal
is walking the streets.

That may be.

But life is
often surprising.

And death
is even more so.

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

(DANCE MUSIC BLARES
IN DISTANCE)

Baldomero, hey,
good to see you out.

I don't know you.

Nah.
But I know you.

(GRUNTING)

Anunzio Ross says hello.

**

(LINE RINGS)

MAN: Hey, it's me.

Please tell Mr. Reddington
thank you.

Mr. Ross is square
with Baldomero.

I'll pass that along.
(BEEPS)

**

Heard old-man Ross
finally got square
with Baldomero.

Ain't life a bitch?

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

* What do you got to do?

* Watch the man, watch the man

**

* Smokey's got his eye on you

* Change the plan
Got to change the plan

* How you gonna walk
the streets?

* Head up high, head up high *

**

Mr. Reddington.

REDDINGTON: Ah, Vega.

Look at you,
bearing gifts.

Come in, come in.

Ah. (CHUCKLES)

LIZ: That man is
capable of anything.

He's gonna get the immunity
agreement upheld.

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

Then this should help.

What is it?

A big break.

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

that he went back
and tried again.

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

were coded using
patient-intake dates.

October 3, 1991.

The date Reddington
was admitted?

Mmm-hmm.

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

that patient might
know something?

Klepper, Gerald Todd.

Visited Dr. Koehler
in December of '91.

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

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

You know him?

LIZ: I don't.

**

But we're gonna
find him.

* Baby, you... *

Mr. Reddington.

Vontae,
you look excited.

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

It's got a window even.

Smells nice, too.

I heard.
I spoke with Officer Frye.

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

Wait. What about you?

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

Are you a fan of champagne,
Vontae?

I don't really know.

**

(CHUCKLES)

Well, let's
give it a shot.

To the small things
in life.

**

(CHUCKLES)
(CORK POPS)

**