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My name is Alvin Stanton.

I'm the U.S. Attorney for
the District of Columbia.

You can spare me the introductions.

I expect this will be a long day
and I'm not getting any younger.

You understand why you're here.

To tell you what I know so you can judge

if my truthful testimony
merits immunity.

There are allegations that

the FBI allowed Raymond Reddington

to continue to commit crimes

while acting as a criminal informant.

That's a fact.

He has continued to commit
crimes, including murder.

And the task force led by Harold Cooper?

- They knew about this?
- Yes, and I can prove it.

I gave Agent Gale the bodies.

I can give you locations and dates

that the bodies were
collected and buried.

Okay, Ms. Nemec, we'll
offer you immunity.

I need a day to get my affairs in order

without a protective detail.

No. It's not a request. It's my offer.

If you think you can prove
this case without me,

feel free to pass.

Anyone?

Okay, gotta run. As I said,
I'm not getting any younger.

Cooper: You're asking
me to protect Kaplan?

Panabaker: From Reddington.

Wouldn't do anyone any
good if he got to her.

When you authorized
Reddington's immunity deal,

you knew that we would
have to let him maintain

his criminal empire.

That's what makes him valuable to us.

You're a big boy, Harold.

You knew we'd support you as long as you

kept the deal hidden.

- You didn't.
- My people could go to jail.

Well, you've done good work.

Grand jury hands up an indictment,

I'm sure the judge and jury will agree.

If you're right and we don't go to jail,

does the Bureau take us back?

When it's over, where do we go
to get our reputations back?

I wish I knew.

Aram won't testify against us.

They gave him immunity.

But how did they know to do that?

Gale only knew about us, not Aram.

I can't protect you.

It's my job to do that,
and I can't do it.

Ressler: We're only here
because of Reddington.

Because he shot Kaplan
for trying to help you.

And that's indefensible, but he
says he wants to protect us,

- and I believe him.
- Maybe I didn't make myself clear.

We're going to be arrested.

And there's nothing Reddington can do

to protect us against that.

To be honest, that's what
makes me the angriest.

That here we are at the end,

and we still don't know why he
walked into your life that day.

Where are you going?

To do something I should've
done a long time ago.

Red: Once Kaplan testifies,
an indictment is inevitable.

Cooper tried to shut it down.

Harold has to work within the system.

Henry Prescott does not.

Who's Henry Prescott?

A man who knows how to bury problems.

If you find yourself up against impossible odds...

...due to poor judgment,

Henry Prescott's the man
you want on speed dial.

He's the courage you never
had, cool head in a crisis.

Like you said,

you and your husband fought.

When he left the apartment,

he was drunk and depressed.

You had no idea he was
headed for the roof.

The roof?

Finding him is the key to sweeping
the grand jury under the rug.

Weren't you squatting in a
Congressman's apartment?

The House is back in session.

And those are the charred
remains of 16 false identities

that Kate has somehow compromised.

At the moment, my resources are scant,

which is why I need your
help in finding Prescott.

Why? How can a fixer for
hire derail a grand jury?

Four years ago,

I surrendered to protect you.

From Tom, Berlin,

Cabal.

And now you may go to
jail because of me.

It appears Kate may be right after all.

Maybe I am the person you
need protection from.

Liz: Prescott... Do you have any leads?

The lead on Prescott, Warren Casualty,

it has no physical address.
Only a P.O. Box.

Reddington said it's a front
company Prescott uses

to hide his clients and
launder his funds.

Well, the address was a bust,

but corporate tax returns
tell a different story.

See, in the last three years,

the company's reported
$17 million in earnings

from various sources,
including a Russian bank

and two offshore shell companies.

These are clients we'll
never get access to.

With the exception of
one... Banish Capital,

an investment firm owned
by one Jay-Jay Brickman.

The football player?

Reddington, I think we found a way

for you to get to Prescott.

All right, check it out,
check it out, check it out.

We're gonna have an
aquarium behind the bar.

7,000 gallons or
something, just crazy big.

For fish?

Nope, not for fish. For the ladies.

We're gonna have
'em done up like mermaids...

- Red: Mermaids!
- ...swimming around.

Really? You're not in Miami anymore.

Now who the hell are you?

Someone who knows better
than to mix themes

in an entertainment venue.

Get this
chump out of here, man.

- What do you want?
- Ooh, that's a long list.

But at the moment, I'll
settle for Henry Prescott.

- Doesn't ring a bell.
- Well, let me ring it for you.

A few months ago, you were tweaking on

whatever you were tweaking on
at that nightclub in Vegas

and inadvertently
discharged your handgun

in the general direction
of a crowded dance floor,

sending a Belgian tourist
to the emergency room.

Henry Prescott is the man
who made that all go away.

Let go of my friend, please.

Now if I knew the man
you were talking about,

and I'm not saying I do,

I'd only call him if I had a problem.

Like... a real problem.

Yes. Yes.

Aah!

There. There's a problem.

Your drug dealer's bleeding out
on the floor in your VIP room

of your new nightclub.

With the morals clause
in your new contract,

you won't collect a penny.

Henry Prescott.

Call him.

A moment.

Wow.

This is pretty Jurassic.

I was told it was still here.

Guess it should be here then.
Just go on right over there.

475-6826-B.

Knock yourself out.

Look, I did the best I could.

I don't know how long he's gonna last.

I hear, like, these
little gurgling noises

- when he breathes.
- You did fine, JayJay.

I'm gonna transport your associate

to a private clinic.

But first, you need to tell
me what happened here.

I happened.

- Who's this?
- I don't even know.

He came here looking for you.

Next thing I know, he's
shooting up the place.

You confirmed you were
my client to a stranger?

The man has a gun in his hand.
Hell, yeah, I confirmed.

My apologies for the forced
introduction, Mr. Prescott,

but I require some information.

On November 19, 2015,

your services were engaged

to pick up a package in Dupont Circle.

I need you to tell me the exact
disposition of that package.

I don't need to tell you anything.

Ah, come now.

If you don't give me the
information I've requested,

it'll all be over.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

I don't have to.

To be effective, people like you
must operate from the shadows.

Anonymity and discretion
are your stock and trade.

And I'm about to make you famous.

Once you, Jay-Jay, and
gunshot wound here

make the headlines tomorrow,

your phone will never ring again.

Or you can tell me what I need to know.

Where's the package?

This is a mistake.

Hey, you'll be fine.

All you have to do is
answer their questions.

If you don't, you'll
be held in contempt.

You'll go to prison.

Agent Mojtabai.

You're up.

Uh, I do.

Drucker: Sir, please state
your name and occupation

for the grand jury.

Um, Aram Mojtabai,

and I am an FBI agent.

You're an agent with a task force

created to work with
a criminal informant

named Raymond Reddington?

Yeah...

I'm not really supposed to
talk about my work, so...

We've heard testimony
that your task force

has allowed Reddington
to commit violent crimes

and done nothing to stop it.

Stop Mr. Reddington?

Well, if you knew him,
you'd know that's...

that's basically impossible.

I see. So you knew he was
continuing to commit crimes

- while serving as your informant.
- I-I...

- You just weren't able...
- I-I didn't say that. No, no...

- to control him.
- That's not accurate,

- what you're saying.
- Newton Phillips. Alistair Pitt.

Milos Pavel Kinsky, AKA Berlin.

Diane Fowler.

These are all people Reddington murdered

while working with you, correct?

Agent Mojtabai, the grand jury
has subpoenaed your testimony.

You have immunity.

Nothing you say can incriminate you,

so you can be compelled to answer!

Okay, you know what? Fine.

I'm proud of the work we do with Mr.
Reddington.

Yeah, I'm proud of it. You heard me.

Yes, his world is absolutely terrifying,

- Okay, we're done here.
- but it exists.

- Agent Mojtabai, you are excused.
- And the only reason we know that

- is because Reddington is the one who helps
- Agent Gale, please hold

- Agent Mojtabai in contempt,
- us take down the very worst people in it!

- while I secure a warrant for his arrest.
- You don't... Okay.

Get up! Okay, okay, fine. Do you
know how we have to do that?

We have to make choices.

Write that down. You wanna put
us on trial? Give us a trial.

Let us have a chance
to present a defense.

We'll see what happens then.

I-I told you this was a mistake.

- That Prescott?
- Yes.

He has something I think you'll
find of particular interest.

Mr. Prescott, my
associate, Frank Sturgeon.

I'll need him to confirm the findings.

It's organized by date.

Ressler: What is this place?

Red: A depository of sorts.

Prescott's insurance policies.

We're looking for 11-19-15.

You'll want these.

And here we are.

These have particular interest to me?

I'm certain of it.

Ready?

Dive in.

Mother of God.

Congratulations, Donald.

Your hunt for Reven Wright is over.

Please tell me you're
here to get him out.

I can't do that. No one can.

He will remain here until
he agrees to cooperate,

which he will never do.

- Oh, come on. There gotta be something
- You're a smart girl, Janet.

You saw an opportunity and you took it.

Could we please just focus on Aram?

I am doing that. That's why I'm here.

- To tell him the truth about you.
- About me?

What did you get for giving him up?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I got a warrant for your
car's navigation system

to see where you've been.

And guess what? You've been
here at the courthouse,

on the same day as the
grand jury was in session.

I was subpoenaed to testify.

I didn't tell Aram because
I wasn't allowed to.

Aram wasn't allowed to
either, and yet he told us.

They told me if I cooperated,

they would expunge my criminal record.

The second chance I couldn't pass up.

Can you honestly tell me you
would've done differently?

Yes. I can.

Hey.

You did the right thing.

I know it doesn't seem like
it right now, but you did.

I'm totally freaking out in here.

And I'm half-Muslim,

which is definitely... not a big plus.

I'm sorry. What can I do?

Uh, nothing. It's, uh...

Thank you, it's fine.

What is it?

Look, Janet's been amazing.

I know you hate her, which is why
I didn't wanna say anything,

but the fact is, is I'm
barely hanging on in here,

and if it wasn't for her...

Not that it even matters,
because Mr.Kaplan is gonna

testify tomorrow afternoon,
and when she does,

there's, um...

...there's nothing I
can do to protect you.

Reddington has a lead,

an angle he thinks might
get you out of here.

Is that what you came to tell me?

Yeah, that was it, what
Reddington's doing.

And I fed your turtle.

Really?

That's...

That's incredibly thoughtful.

Hang in there. Okay?

I'm sorry, Katarina.

Liz: You wanted to see me?

I know it's hard to believe,
but I was a golden boy once.

Fresh out of the Navy.

Youngest agent ever
appointed to the Pentagon's

combined investigation and
intelligence task force.

At the time, Reddington
was stationed overseas

working counterintelligence.

You worked together.

He was shadowing a Russian
operative code-named Seaduke.

So that's why he surrendered to you.

Seaduke made Reddington

and dispatched a team of
Spetsnaz to abduct him.

For 10 days, they tortured him,

until he was rescued by an
FBI-SEAL Joint Task Force.

I was working lead on the agency side.

My job was to secure
the physical evidence

in the event that Seaduke was
captured and prosecuted.

I'm sorry, um...

why are you telling me this?

Because I meant what I said.

I'm angry that you still
don't know why Reddington

walked into your life.

The blood on this shirt
from Raymond Reddington

has been sealed in an evidence locker

for over three decades.

I procured a sample and
submitted it for a DNA profile.

Yours was already on file.

Procured a sample of Reddington's blood?

From evidence?

That's tampering.

Yes. And I should've done
it the day he surrendered.

I submitted the sample and your profile

to a private lab.

They'll have the results
within 24 hours,

so you'll finally know whether or not

Raymond Reddington is your father.

Female victim, apparent
cause of death...

mid-range gunshot wound.

No stippling present.

The body appears to have been preserved

through full immersion in a
formaldehyde-phenol bath.

Ah, the straw in the wind.

Ballistics will match this
to a weapon of Hitchin's.

Yes, proving her guilt.

You get Prescott, he
gets us Reven Wright,

her body gives us that bullet,
that bullet gets us Hitchin,

who has the power to
derail a grand jury.

If we provide her with
the proper motivation.

I'm sorry, Donald, I
know you've been longing

to prove Hitchin's guilt.

But the only way to survive
now that you finally

have that proof is to trade it away.

You know how I know
Hitchin was the killer?

Tommy Markin.

He was the man who killed my
father and got away with it.

I told Reven that story,

told her that's the reason
why I became a cop,

to prevent other Tommy Markins
from getting away with murder.

She was the only one I told,
and then she's killed,

and Hitchin asks me to
look into a suspect.

Tommy Markin, the man who got away.

It was like Reven was
sending me a message

through her killer, begging
me to solve this case.

Cooper: And we have. But
Reddington's right.

We either all go free
or we all go to jail.

Woman over P.A.: Bus
number 348 from Pittsburgh

now arriving door number 2.

Elizabeth.

Mr. Kaplan.

Please don't do this.

Raymond has left me no choice.

Let's meet. Just you and me.

I can no longer trust you.

Yeah.

But I have every reason to trust you.

Well, if it isn't America's Most Wanted

and Deputy Dawg.

I thought you were on
administrative leave,

not cavorting with criminals.

Donald doesn't cavort.

In fact, I think you'll find
our little meeting today

rather serious in tone.

Is that right?

Say something, Agent Ressler.
You don't look well.

There's a federal grand jury
investigating whether Donald

and his task force have been enabling me

to continue to commit crimes.

My, sounds like a problem.

It seems inevitable that
my immunity agreement

will be revoked and the
members of the task force

will be indicted forthwith.

Well, jeez, fellas, I'm
so sorry to hear that.

Fortunately, for us, our
problem is your problem.

Yeah? And why is that?

- I can't do this. I...
- Unh-unh-unh-unh.

As you can see, Laurel, Donald's upset.

And what has him wound
tighter than a $2 watch?

His impending indictment? No.

It's this.

A slug the medical examiner just pulled

out of Reven Wright's body.

You and I both know ballistics
will match it to the Glock 19

in your nightstand, and
as I understand it,

Agent Ressler has a team
standing by as we speak

ready to enter your home
and seize the firearm.

You're bluffing.

Tragically, Reven Wright's
body was never found.

Until today.

Until Henry Prescott, the
cleaner that you hired

to dispose of Reven's body
like a piece of garbage,

took us right to her.

Red: Let's give Prescott a call
so you can hear for yourself.

With that bullet, Donald finally
has what he's been looking for

since the day you killed Reven...

irrefutable proof.

I'm listening.

We hand over the slug, and you
make that grand jury go away.

Ha ha. It's not easy.

I see.

Then we've wasted your time and ours.

I do wonder what else Donald's men

will find in your nightstand.

Are you a vibrator kind of gal, Laurel?
We'll see.

If I do this,

you don't mention me and Reven Wright

in the same sentence again.

- Say it.
- Deal.

Not you. Him.

Boy Scouts don't give up
their merit badges easily.

How do I know you're
gonna hold up your end?

I give you my word.

Mr. Kaplan would like to see you.

Ms. Hitchin, what are you doing here?

The question, Lindsay, is what
the hell are you doing here?

Conducting a grand jury investigation.

You're investigating
the FBI's relationship

to Raymond Reddington here?

What the hell are you thinking?
Do you have...

- Who's this?
- I'm Special Agent Julian Gale.

Are you? Well, you may not
be for long, Agent Gale.

Reddington's supposed deal with the FBI

is a matter of national security.

The testimony you're taking

touches on highly sensitive
matters that go way beyond

what anyone in this
room should be hearing,

- including the two of you.
- Is that so? Because I...

This investigation is over by
executive authority. Sorry.

I want this case closed and
all the records expunged.

Make sure you get the court
reporter's transcription

and any exhibits.

What's he got on you? Must be good.

- Excuse me?
- So it's true.

Reddington can corrupt
just about anybody, huh?

Keep talking, Agent Gale. Please.

Your entire career's not over just yet.

Make sure you destroy what
little you have left.

Kaplan.

The grand jury investigation
was just closed.

- The whole damn case, it was withdrawn.
- Withdrawn?

Yes, withdrawn by

National Security
Advisor Laurel Hitchin.

It's a cover-up.

What about my immunity agreement?

It's gone.

The deal was you testify,
then you get immunity.

Now that that's off the table, you

Yes, ma'am.

Hands on the wheel.

Ah.

Julian.

It's been a long time. You look fit.

Jumping jacks?

Hitchin. You got to her.

When was the last time you
and I saw each other?

London?

No. Cape Town?

No, that's not right.

Don't tell me. It'll come.

- Uh...
- How?

Did you bribe her?

As a matter of fact, I did.

Ah, anywho, Mr. Kaplan...

I need to know how to reach her.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

She uses burner phones.

You must have her latest number.

So what are you gonna do?

Kill me?

No, I'm gonna take your phone.

Ho Chi Minh City! That's it.

I got away from you aboard
that catfish trawler

on the Saigon River.

My God, the humidity.

But fun times indeed.

More to come, Agent Gale.

More to come.

Hitchin did it. We're in the clear.

- Which means so is she.
- And Aram?

He was found in contempt of a grand jury

that no longer exists.

Where's Keen? She needs to hear this.

Your plan worked.

I'm gonna give you a cellphone number

I need you to trace.

Did you hear me? We're in the clear.

I haven't been able to reach Elizabeth.

- Is she there?
- No.

- Who's the number for?
- Kaplan's burner.

If we find it, we find her,
and I think Agent Keen.

She doubted my plan, Harold.

I believe she had another one in mind.

A direct appeal to Kaplan.

Red: Who was relying on the
grand jury to separate us.

I fear Kaplan's backup
plan will be more extreme.

Cooper: The number. Give it to me.

Mr. Kaplan?

Hello?

Are you okay?

I swore an oath to your mother

I would protect you with my life.

I fear I've failed you.

What are you talking about?

We're at the end now, and I'm...

lost.

Tired.

I don't know how to keep you safe.

You don't have to keep me safe.

This could be over.

It could stop.

Masha, I can show you the truth.

What truth?

If you want to know why
he came into your life...

You're scaring me.

I can take you. We can go together.

But it has to be your choice.

We have a location.

Virginia State Highway 501,
just south of Brookneal.

- We're rolling out.
- We need to take 501 North.

We're closer. Keep us updated.

Kate, where are we going?

I loved Raymond.

And your mother.

I loved her, too.

This secret...

what Reddington's hiding from me...

I think I know...

Elizabeth, if you get out of
the car, you choose Raymond.

If you stay, you choose the truth.

Kate, get out of the car.

Turn the engine off, Kate.

Baz.

Please, Kate, turn it off.
Get out of the car.

Baz? My God.

I need an ambulance!

Highway 501!

Hello, Kate.

Raymond.

Clever use of Laurel Hitchin
to commandeer the grand jury.

Critical oversight on my part.

You're so focused on destroying me,

you're willing to hurt
one of the few people

you've ever loved.

You're right.

I was so focused on you, I didn't see

that getting you away
from her is unnecessary.

All I have to do is give her the truth.

I don't know what that means.

Our secret. At Tansi Farms.

What have you done?

I have it, Raymond.

I went there and I dug it up,
and I'm gonna give it to her.

I need a perimeter at the 1-mile mark

and patrol boats on the water.

All communications go through

the Bureau command which we're establishing

on the east end of the bridge.

Red: Look around you, Kate. It's over.

anticipate the possibility of prison?

I don't see what choice you have.

I made a promise to Elizabeth's mother

to protect her girl at all costs.

And I can't do that from a cell...

which is why I have a contingency plan.

Isn't that what you taught me, Raymond?

Always make contingencies.

Are you okay? You're not hurt?

Yeah, I'm fine. We gotta get out there.

- Absolutely not.
- No, we can't wait. We gotta help her.

Reddington's gonna kill her.

We both know why you're here...

to finish what you couldn't months ago,

to put a bullet in my head.

That's the moment I've anticipated.

Shoot me dead, and when you do,
my confidante will be alerted,

and Elizabeth will be given
our secret from Tansi Farms.

There's one flaw in your plan, Kate.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I never should've pulled that
trigger in the first place.

I certainly won't now. Not again.

I'm not going to prison, Raymond.

Pull the trigger. Release the truth.

I won't.

Then I will.

I loved you, Raymond.

- Kate!
- Kevin Morby:

No!

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't think I had a choice.

When they said they were gonna
revoke my immunity agreement

if I didn't cooperate,
they threatened me,

so I gave you up.

I'm sorry, you what?

When I testified for the grand jur...

Hang on. Didn't...

Didn't Samar tell you?

Hitchin: I asked Harold if he would mind

if I delivered this to you personally.

I wanted you to know how much
I respect your dedication.

I also want to make sure
you understand your place

in this marriage.

You do what I want, when I want it.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

That's exactly what's gonna happen.

Hey, you don't pee standing
up in my house, Donald.

Stop it!

- Have a moment?
- Yeah.

I'll give you some privacy.

I ran his DNA two weeks after we met.

We were undercover in
Montreal having dinner,

and he said that everything

I thought I knew about myself was a lie.

It was intimate and weird.

And when we thought we were made,

he snuck out the back and I
palmed his scotch glass.

But when the envelope came back,

I was scared it would confirm
the devil was my father.

I didn't look at it.

Threw it away.

Elizabeth, I'm sorry. If
you don't want to know...

Mr. Kaplan was my nanny.

Somehow I'm not surprised.
She loved you so much.

And now she's gone.

Just like Sam.

And my mom.

Everyone who knew me best,

knew the answers about who I was,

where I came from...

I hope you get the answer
you're looking for.

Agent Mojtabai.

Good to have you back. Well done.

Thank you, sir, that... means a lot.

You got out.

When you came to see me in jail...

...why didn't you tell me Janet
was the reason I was in there?

Because I saw that she
was making you happy.

You seemed...

You should be going, Mr. Sturgeon.

You... lied to me.

The day we met, you asked
how I got my scar.

And I told you my father gave it to me.

But you knew that already, didn't you?

What was it you said?

A father who's a career criminal...

and a mother who died
of weakness and shame.

Why didn't you just
tell me who you were?

Why keep it a secret?

Come into my life, give up everything,

go broke trying to protect me,

and not...

tell me you're my father?

Broke is such a harsh word.
I prefer illiquid.

What was so awful

that you withheld the
answer to a question

I've been wondering my entire life?

Were you afraid I'd turn out like you?

'Cause guess what?

I am like you.

All those times you asked me
to think like a criminal,

was it a test to see how
naturally it came to me?

Because it did...

come naturally.

And that terrifies me.

Elizabeth, if you need to walk away...

Walk away?

Are you serious?

How can you be so smart and so clueless?

Yes, I'm terrified. I'm angry.

I'm angry at you, at who I am,

at the fact that I want
to help you despite

everything you've done
to me and to yourself.

But anger and fear and...

a certain amount of hatred...

are all normal in a family.

And that's what we are.

And I'm not gonna walk away from that.

Dembe: You didn't deny it?

Red: I didn't.

Dembe: And she thinks
that's Kate secret?

Yes.

So she doesn't know about the suitcase?

Not yet.

It is gone.

Raymond...

I'm not sure Elizabeth
will ever be ready

to learn about what you did to Katarina.

We got to find that goddamn suitcase.

Hey. I got it.

Mr. Kaplan's instructions
were very specific.

I'm on my way.