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Previously on "The Blacklist"...

The President's expecting me.

I have to show this to the Americans.

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

- Sir.
- We can't trust them

with the proof until
we know who's involved.

Christopher Miles. Former MI6.

If there is a dossier, he's precisely

the kind of intelligence officer
who would compile it.

The assistant attorney general
plotting against America?

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

This is it,
everything we have worked for.

You need to mobilize your men right now.

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

Tell me.

- Uh, blue. Definitely.
- Definitely definitely?

Or you're too busy to focus, definitely?

Definitely, definitely

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

Hello, my love.

And when you do, we should celebrate.

- Pick a winner, buddy.
- Blue is four letters.

I hate the number four. Go red.

Sound reasoning.

Wish me luck.

Luck.

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

And then you and the First Lady

are honoring veterans at a reception.

I'll meet you in the briefing room.

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

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

Well, you better.

Or heads will roll.

His and yours.

Hey, man. How's it goin'?

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

The drive you asked me to decrypt.

Do you have any idea what's on it?

The drive contains the dossier.

I thought McMahon had the dossier.

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

McMahon hired a finder
to locate it for her.

Did the finder tell Reddington
where it is?

Yes. After he told McMahon.

Moreau slipped the drive into
the backpack of a passing child.

Named Parker Grimm.

She already has a head start.

Ressler, scramble WFO SWAT

and coordinate with Keen on the location.

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

they have no idea that
Bastien Moreau slipped the plans

for a terrorist attack
into their son's backpack.

Okay.

I won't be long.

- Tammy Grimm?
- Yeah, that's right.

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

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

Is something wrong?

It's about your son.

A plot against the United States.

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

You need to get over here.

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

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

It's not a surprise party!

All right. Tell me what it says.

- Voicemail.
- Try his wife.

The man who put the drive in
your backpack was a terrorist.

But why? I mean, why me?

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

Which is why you need to give it to me.

Well, we would if we could, but...

my husband couldn't open it,

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

I'll need the friend's name.

I need his name.

She didn't pick up, either.

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

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

Based on what? Reddington's word?

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

Sam Whatley.

Special Agent Sandquist. Secret Service.

I believe you know why I'm here.

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

Actually, I was just on my way out.

Change of plans then.

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Where is it?

Where is it? Where's the drive?

FBI!

Clear!

Top floor clear!

Well, either
they're a really messy family,

or else they left in a hurry.

Or they were taken.

All clear, sir, ma'am.

- No signs of forced entry?
- No, sir.

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

How do you know that?

This would have been much easier

if I'd found what I was looking for.

Please. That's all I have.

Yes. A copy. I need the original.

I saw what you're planning.

You won't get...

The drive. Did Grimm keep it?

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

Why?

Because I love my country.

ARAM, are you getting this?

Yeah. We're patched into the system.

This was taken 40 minutes ago.

He looks panicked.

That's it. That's the drive.

From the look on his face,

I'd say he knows what's on it.

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

Probably because what's on it

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

Or maybe because an hour earlier

this guy showed up on their doorstep.

- Who is he?
- No idea.

He avoided the cameras.

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

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

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

and it could lead her to them.

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

who are probably using
fake names and cash.

Which means we have nothing to go on.

You said they think they can't trust us.

If they've seen the dossier
and it indicates

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

on every CCTV monitor, surveillance feed,

or private video
the government has access to.

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

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

An insurance broker and
his teacher wife and kid?

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

in a motel room,
scared to death right now.

If you're right and they are hiding out,

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

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

No sign of the targets...

but the FBI is on site.

Yeah.

- Did you find Grimm?
- No.

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

Which means they know
the dossier is in play.

I should've killed him
when I had the chance.

- Who?
- Who do you think?

The bane of our existence.

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

Reddington.

Reddington.

Elizabeth.

Rogelio. I need to talk to him.

What you need is Jin to
work your pressure points.

Bronchitis. Asthma. Migraines.

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

The man is a healer.

The Grimms have the dossier.

But they're on the run with it.

We need Rogelio to help us find them.

Hmm.

_

Sometime this year would be good.

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

Xièxie, Jin.

My friend.

Guess he's still angry.

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

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

Before she started, our margins were 18%.

After, 13%.

You blame her? My angel?

Your angel slept with my foreman.

And when his wife forced him to quit,

she slept with his replacement.

She likes powerful men.

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

- Will you just apologize?
- Me?!

Her snogging cost me
my entire management team!

We need his help.

- Rogelio, I'm sorry.
- Great.

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

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

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

We think they're holed up in a hotel room

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

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

and janitor in your undocumented army.

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

$50,000 if they do so by dinner.

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

here that serves the best
tucumanas this side of Sucre.

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

How stupid do you think I am?

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

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

That you can go behind my back
and succeed?

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

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

why you're having my agents followed.

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

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

- So do.
- You want to be informed?

Fine. I'll inform you.

You're involved in a plot
against this country.

You know why we're looking for the Grimms

because you're looking for them, too.

They have a flash drive
that details your treason.

I'll have your job for this.

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

I can't prove a thing without it.

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

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

Go ahead and try.

I know we were supposed to talk tonight,

but I have to reschedule.

I'll call you later and figure out when.

Mmm.

A deep-fried pocket of heaven
for your thoughts.

I was supposed to meet
with Scottie tonight

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

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

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

Now I know it won't, but...

in trying to find out
if you were the devil,

I learned my mother was.

That tape they played at your trial?

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

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

Your mother can't hurt you.

Because she's dead?

The Russians don't seem to think so.

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

he went looking for her
and was confronted by the KGB

about what he found out.

What if I bring Agnes back
and they're right

and she's alive and she finds us?

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

Raymond!

I may have something.

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

I'm pretty sure I already apologized.

No, not to me. My angel.

Luciana.

I am very sorry...

that I forgot what
my father always told me:

no good deed goes unpunished.

Ohh. You look stunning.

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

not as a photo op.

Well, it's both actually.

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

Are we? Because I'm pretty sure

there's something you have to do first,

and you haven't done it.

Mr. President. You have a call.

Do it, Robert.

Or I will.

Ladies and gentlemen,
First Lady Miriam Diaz.

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

just accused me of being a traitor.

- So he got the drive.
- No.

And he can't prove anything
unless he does.

Then why are we having this conversation,

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

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

Absolutely not.
The situation is untenable.

We proceed as planned.

Now get that drive.

The President and I are
so grateful for the sacrifices

you've made in defense of our country.

They're being followed?

If you'd have let me
know you had a location.

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

After Keen and Ressler
are already on the scene!

Anna McMahon knows
we're after the dossier.

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

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

And they're going in unaware
and without backup.

The manager confirmed. This is it.

Mr. Grimm, FBI. Open the door.

Ressler!

Hey! No! Stop!

Please. Please don't hurt him.

He doesn't know anything.

We're here to help.

We know you have the flash drive.

You don't know what's on it.

Why do you say that?

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

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

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

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

- Sam.
- Who's Sam?

Sam's a security analyst.

The most tech-savvy person we know.

When I saw the drive
was password-protected,

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

Yeah. And it freaked him out.

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

Something about German Intelligence
and a plot against America.

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

If you are who you say you are,

you'll send someone to his house.

Cooper. We have the Grimms.

Bring them in. Fast.

Because McMahon found you.
You're being followed.

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

You said you gave Sam a copy?

Please tell me you have the original.

I mailed it to The Washington Post.

People need to know what's going on.

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

- Jonathan Grimm.
- Yeah?

Special Agent Tyson, Secret Service.

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

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

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

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

You need to come with us.

I'm sorry. That's not happening.

MR. - Stand down.

Mr Grimm. With me. Right now.

Hold up. We're federal agents.

You're not taking him anywhere.

- That's him.
- Who?

That man, the one who's in charge.

He came to the house earlier today.

- He showed me a badge.
- ...federal warrant...

I told him we gave the
flash drive to Sam.

You saw him?

We're operating under the
authority of the DHS Secretary.

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

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

to take you anywhere without my consent.

You want me to get
the Secretary on the line?

That won't be necessary.

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

It was a dead end.
I told you how important

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

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

I have the authority
to place you under arrest.

These people, these agents,

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

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

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

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

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

You better holster that weapon

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

John! Do not get in that car!

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

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

- You need to stand down.
- Not a chance.

Gun!

I'm out!

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

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

Get rid of the kid and the two agents!

No! Please, no!

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

- You all right?
- I'm fine.

- Get everyone out of here.
- Where are you going?

After the dossier.

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

that has nothing to do with them.

Did you get ahold of Reddington?

Please tell me he tracked down
that fake Secret Service

and got ahold of Grimm.

We haven't heard from him.

But we do know this... they're not fake.

Agents on scene identified the deceased

as one Steven Jacob Tyson,
a Special Agent detailed

to the National Threat Assessment Center.

What about the burner he was carrying?

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

Now, that phone has only
corresponded with four numbers

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

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

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

- Reddington.
- I lost them.

Grimm and the dossier.

That's bad, but this
is potentially worse...

Grimm's wife told us that
the man who came to their house

was Milian Sandquist.

I've seen him at the White House.

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

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

Yeah, we sent units to Whatley's house,

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

And his house is neat as a pin.

Yes, it was.

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

If the people closest to the
President have been corrupted,

then the President's life is in danger.

Or he's part of the conspiracy.

Let's be realistic here.

Realistic, Donald?

Might I remind you...
I blackmailed your President

over $300 million in illegal
campaign contributions

he took from a Russian oligarch
over three years ago.

The man has money, not sense.

If the DOJ and Secret Service
are involved,

we have to warn President Diaz directly.

Do that, and you show your hand.

Yeah, to the Commander in Chief.

There's no scenario
where I can sit on information

that the President's life is in danger.

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

anything about Grimm's whereabouts.

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

What do you mean you mailed the drive?

Mailed it where?

To a friend at The Post.

Her name is Stacey Aguilar.

We went to college together.

- She's a reporter?
- Yeah.

She's one of their
national-security correspondents.

You thought giving the dossier

to this friend was gonna keep you safe?

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

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

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

How do you know she even has it?

Why wouldn't she?

So, you said you mailed it. When?

After John got back from Sam's.

Have you found him?

Do you know where my husband is?

We're still looking, but right now

I need you to focus on that drive.

What mailbox?

I want the location.

No. Listen. Please...

Okay! Okay! Okay! Stop!

It was on our way out of the city.

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

The box is on the corner.

If you're lying, our situation

will become markedly more difficult.

Please. I'm not lying. I promise.

This is good, right?

We can still get to the drive
before Sandquist.

I'm not sure.

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

And if he told them, that means...

They're already on their way.

Hey. So, I may have some good news.

You figured out who was
calling that burner?

No. Not yet, but I did check
with the post office in Rosslyn,

and it turns out that specific box

that Grimm used to mail
the drive was scheduled

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

Meaning the dossier is not
there. We still have a chance.

ARAM, get in touch with Rosslyn.

Have them locate the truck and driver.

Tell them we're on our way.

Harold Cooper to see the President.

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

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

Yes. Urgent.

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

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

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

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

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

Give me a second.

Okay. What is it?

It just came online.
Literally 20 seconds ago.

ARAM, I need to call you back.

No, no, no, no, no.
Don't do that. It's about

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

I'm at the White House.

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

And it's Anna McMahon.

Speaking to whom?

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

The Secret Service
is aware of the incident,

but none of it is traceable to you.

- And if it is?
- You simply say agents

in your security detail were killed

trying to obtain Intel about
an attack on this country.

They died doing their patriotic duty.

The FBI knows differently.

Only Cooper and his Task Force.

Which may be to our advantage.

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

Has he seen the dossier? Do they have it?

- This is a chance to find out.
- Hold on.

Yeah.

Talk to Cooper. See what he knows.

You're positioned perfectly to find out

just how far along they are.

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

You were right.

Tell me something I don't know, Harold.

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

How is this even possible?

Diaz? The highest office in the country?

That explains the Secret Service.

But the President. Involved
in a plot against America.

To do what? And why?

I feel terrible. I voted for him.

Diaz has already phoned me twice,

and that's not a call I can dodge.

The only way to unravel this
is with that drive.

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

Oh. No. Nothing. Uh, not yet.

I sort of got distracted by the whole

"President is part
of the conspiracy" thing.

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

Before Sandquist and McMahon.

Earl Wilson.

Agent Sandquist, Secret Service.

We're acting on a credible
threat from Homeland

that you may be unintentionally

transporting classified material.

Classified material?
A-Am I in some kind of danger?

We believe one of the boxes on your route

was used as a dead drop.

We need to escort you to a secure site,

where we can explain everything.

Right. Okay. Sure.

H-Hey, mister?

We got two other trucks

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

Uh, do you want me
to notify my supervisor?

Hey!

- Go! You gotta go!
- Be quiet!

Who's that?

One of our suspects.

Oh. Okay. Um...

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

Go! Run! They'll kill you!

No! No! No! No, no!

Get him off the street
and into the truck.

Be quiet.

Help!

ARAM. What is it?

All right. I've got bad news.

Now, the mail truck is a Grumman LLV

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

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

- Can you trace that?
- That's the thing.

The driver's name is Earl Wilson.

45. Married, with two kids.

Now, the two kids are in middle school,

which is why the wife says
they use an app

to track their family's movement.

Tell me he's logged in.

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

his last location was headed northeast

on Rhode Island Avenue,
just past Eckington,

which is over 8 miles off his route.

The bags. Let's go.

So, is this where we think he is?

No. And that's the problem.

The vehicle was traveling

at 68 miles per hour
when the signal went dead.

So it tells us the direction he
was headed in, not where he is.

Pull CCTV in the area.

Have local police canvass the area

where the abduction took place.

Find a witness. Whatever it takes.

We need to find that driver.

Mr. Grimm. We have a problem?

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

Without my glasses, I can't see.

Hey!

That's a bad idea.

Pepper spray.

Take it easy.

We're all here to help you, John.

Tell us what we're looking for.

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

Like a bubbled-wrapped envelope.
Maybe 5x7.

Okay, gentlemen. You heard the man.

Small padded envelope.

Stacey Aguilar. The Washington Post.

Let's get to work.

Sir. Sir.

I think I figured it out. Uh...

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

Tracking Sandquist?

I can't believe I didn't
think of it before.

He is Secret Service.

So I accessed their employment files,

which is, like, total legal,

and I pulled his phone number...

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

- You have an address?
- Six miles north

of where Earl Wilson's
cellphone went dead.

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

That's the last bag.

- I'm telling you, I'm trying.
- Not hard enough.

Maybe you need some incentive.

The mailman. Bring him over here.

No! Please! I'll find it!

No. No, no, no.

Please, please, please. No.

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

What do we know?

No movement. No one in or out.

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

Please stop! I'm begging you!

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

Maybe you stopped the wrong truck, right?

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

I don't know, Mr. Wilson.
You think we got the wrong guy?

I'm looking! I'm looking!

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

and we're all looking.

What worries me is that you lied to me.

The drive isn't here.

Now, we can do this without you.

We can simply open each piece ourselves,

Before we do that,

before I blind poor Mr. Wilson for life,

I'm gonna give you one more chance.

FBI! Show me your hands!

Call it in!

We need a medevac!

Take him! I'm going after Sandquist!

Hang on. Hang on.

Hey. Hey. Shh. Don't talk.
We've got help on the way. Shh.

...pocket...

Listen to me. You hear my voice?

Hang on. Stay with us.

Hey! Stay with us.

Anything on the dossier yet?

Keen and Ressler are en route.

Don't you love the anticipation?

The moment before the curtain goes up,

wondering if the show

will live up to all the hype
and expectation.

- I'm rooting for underwhelming.
- Aww.

Whatever Intel the dossier
contains, too many people

have been killed to keep it secret.

John Grimm. Christopher Miles.
Ava Ziegler.

You were nearly killed.

I never properly thanked you

for making sure that didn't happen.

I was doing my job.

Harold. You respect authority.

You follow the chain of command.

And yet you marched into the White House

and ordered the President
to stay my execution.

Desperate times...

What you did wasn't a desperate measure.

It was an act of bravery and friendship.

I can count on one hand

the number of people
to whom I owe my life.

You are one of them.

For that, I am forever grateful.

They're here.

ARAM.

Okay, just, uh, give me a second.

Okay. I need to make sure we run
this through our AV malware.

Remember when classified documents

were classified documents, Harold?

Typewritten on onion skin,
mimeographed, and stamped

"Top Secret" just like in the spy movies?

That was fun.

Simpler times, I suppose.

All right. Here we go.

"The Princip Initiative."

What's that? Princip?

Gavrilo Princip, the Bosnian Serb

who assassinated
Archduke Ferdinand of Austria.

That single act set into motion
the chain of events

that ignited the First World War.

What are we looking at?

Code names. Operational details.

There's a hyperlink here.

Madam Ziegler, if you're watching this,

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

As you know, in September this year,

the BND contracted
my private security firm

for an intelligence-gathering operation.

It was during that op

that I unintentionally
stumbled upon a plot,

one to assassinate
the sitting American President.

Wait.

Diaz's plan is to assassinate...

- Himself?
- So much for underwhelming.

Contained in this dossier
are the cables, intercepts,

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

There is a lot of data-sourcing here.

To the best of my knowledge,
the operation appears

to be led by Anna McMahon,

a high-ranking official
in the Justice Department.

I believe McMahon,
along with select others,

are working in concert

with members of the
President's security detail.

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

I don't know exactly
why this is happening

or who initiated the hit,

but I do know the when and where.

President Diaz and his opponent
will be conducting

a series of presidential debates.

I have reason to believe

the hit will be carried out
during one of them.

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

which is why I'm coming to you.

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

And because I think
you have the best chance

to save Robert Diaz's life.

All right. There are three debates.

One last month, one next month...

and one tomorrow at Fillmont.

See if the Third Estate

pulled a permit to protest outside.

You told us McMahon had
nothing to do with them.

She doesn't. But perhaps she
wanted us to think she did.

Why? And how does it fit in now?

The Third Estate are domestic terrorists

dedicated to bringing down
the rich and powerful.

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

The American President is part of a plot

to assassinate... himself.

It doesn't make any sense.

I'm sorry. What are we missing here?

- He's not gonna kill himself.
- Uh, okay, well, it looks like

the Third Estate will be
protesting at the venue.

Of course they will.

They hate Diaz. McMahon needs a patsy.

Who better to blame for
decapitating the head of state

than a group named after people
who decapitated heads of state?

The debate is tomorrow.
That gives us a day

to figure out how to prevent
the assassination.

But if the President
supposedly wants this to happen,

we can't inform him
or the Secret Service.

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

I want the blueprints to that venue

and the path to Diaz's motorcade.

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

to assassinate himself or not.

Our job is to keep that from happening.

POTUS is about two minutes out.

It's over. They have the dossier.

We don't know that. Listen to me.

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

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

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

We are gonna hang for treason.

Not if someone else takes the blame.

The Third Estate can't save us now.

No. Only Reddington can.

Reddington.

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

But if POTUS knows
that we lost the dossier,

he'll get cold feet.

Diaz cannot know the truth.

Milian, listen to me.

I know we haven't always
agreed on tactics,

but you have to trust me on this one.

- How do you feel?
- Fine, sir.

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

Did you get it?

Yes, sir. We did.

Please tell me this makes sense to you.

The President conspiring to kill himself?

He took foreign money to get elected.

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

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

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

Many presidents
only live for their legacy.

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

People who kill themselves always are.

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

Are you talking about
the President or my mother?

Your mother was not as bad as...

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

She was a young woman
trying to make sense

of a world that was
falling apart around her.

She was on one side
of an unbridgeable divide.

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

Over the years,
your mother's legend has grown.

Mythic spy. Bloodless turncoat.

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

but I haven't.

If she were here, I'm sure
she'd tell you she...

made so many mistakes.

She was...

scared and uncertain...

and... just...

trying to do the best she could.

Bring Agnes home, Elizabeth.

If there's any risk...

There isn't.

Bring her home.

Thank you.

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

Sinusitis acting up again?

Nah. Sciatica.

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

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

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

What are you doing here?

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

Elizabeth, what's happening?

McMahon's here with DHS agents.

Agent Mojtabai, you're under arrest

for conspiracy to commit murder.

Murder? Wh... Um...

Ressler. What's going on?

They're arresting everyone.

You're going to prison, Harold.

- You and your entire team.
- And why is that?

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

My plot?

You know we have the dossier.

Diaz refused to commute
Reddington's sentence,

so he convinced you to seek retribution.

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

You have the right to remain silent.

I strongly suggest your exercise it.

You do know you actually need
proof. We have it. You don't.

What I have are five dead
Secret Service agents,

murdered by your Task Force for
trying to stop your conspiracy.

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

I have CCTV footage that proves

your agents murdered them in cold blood.

And John Grimm.
Who tortured and murdered him?

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

- that confirms your agents did.
- Doctored footage.

He and his friend Sam Whatley.

Poor man.

Gunned down for simply
try to blow the whistle.

On corruption in law enforcements.

You wont get away with this.

Take him downstairs.

Harold,

I told you I'd shake it down.

I can't just stand here

- and not to do something.
- Wait Elizabeth.

Elizabeth!