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I've been accused of being
a lot of things: unemotional, cold.

A risk-inclined agitator whose own board
sometimes feels he's a liability.

Truth is,
I've made my share of mistakes,

but it is no secret

that our e-commerce market share is
expanding much faster than anticipated.

That means fulfillment is
the bottleneck for real growth,

which is why I am here to announce
that Chione will be opening

a brand-new, state-of-the-art distribution
facility in Malaysia by end of next year.

All right.

Oh, hey.

All right.

- Mr. Tamerlane? It's a pleasure.
- Thank you.

- Would you like a photo?
- Okay. I'm here on business.

It's about that incident
near Rock Creek Park.

- Your name was?
- I'm not the only one who knows.

I'm afraid there's some real legal jeopardy
coming your way.

A credible witness, a grand jury.

- Who the hell are you?
- Please, let's not talk here.

Just come see me alone.

I think I can be of assistance.

We are on record this morning

in the matter of The United States
v. Raymond Reddington

on charges of treason in connection
to the sale of data to Russian intelligence.

Is the government ready
to proceed to trial?

- We are, Your Honor.
- And the defense?

We are not. The royal we, me. I am not.

Dare I ask why?

Like it or not,
I have to be open to the idea

that there may be
certain mental abnormalities

that are the cause
of my criminal conduct.

As delighted as the government is that
Mr. Reddington has stated on the record

that his conduct is criminal,

whether mental disease caused his crimes
is a question for a jury to decide,

if and when he raises
an insanity defense.

I don't see what connection that has
to whether he's prepared to move to trial.

Well, I can't proceed to trial
until I know how to defend myself,

or whether I can even self-advocate
in an effective way.

You know the facts.
That's generally a good start.

And if the facts indicate
that I'm not competent to stand trial?

Defense counsel succeeded
in convincing Your Honor

to uphold his immunity agreement.
He may be crazy like a fox,

- but he's not crazy.
- While I've come to appreciate

the innate facility Mr. Sima has
with the obvious cliché,

I'm sure the court is aware that,

on the subject of my mental health,
his opinion is just that: his opinion.

I'd prefer the court's recommendation
and base my defense on facts.

The only relevant fact is
that there is no motion

concerning the defendant's mental health
before the court.

I am making that motion now,

as is my right under the Federal Rules
of Criminal Procedure.

Therefore, I ask for the court's indulgence
because I appear before you in pro per,

and also possibly mad as a hatter.

- Talk about your obvious cliché.
- Guilty as charged.

Or not if I really am mad.

How about giving us
all a chance to find out?

He's taking a trip?

The judge granted his request for
a psych evaluation. As a federal prisoner,

he's being sent to the Federal Medical
Center in Springfield, Missouri.

Does Red really believe anyone's
gonna think he's incompetent?

I didn't request the evaluation
so I'd be evaluated.

I did it because I no longer have
an immunity agreement,

- and I need leverage to get a new one.
- How does a psych eval get you that?

Because it gets me to Missouri.
There's a man I need to see there.

- A man? What man?
- I don't know, and I don't care.

All I care about is that he didn't give me
a case, so we can work on ours.

- Ours is at a dead end.
- What are you talking about?

We ID'd Koehler's patient after
Reddington. He might know his identity.

Yeah, and if we could find him,
maybe he'd tell us, but we can't.

We're stuck, but if I could get
the task force to help us...

I thought we couldn't go to the FBI.
If we did, Reddington would find out.

We can't give them a case,
but Reddington can.

I thought he didn't have one.

They don't know that.

Gerald Todd Klepper was a doctor
in Newark who murdered 17 patients.

Terminally ill patients.
Cops think euthanasia.

They think but don't know. By the time the
police realized Klepper was responsible,

he was gone. And in the 28 years since,
no one's found him

because, according to Reddington,
he had his appearance altered

by everyone's favorite plastic surgeon
to the criminal elite, Dr. Hans Koehler.

Sorry. So Red wants us
to track one of Dr. Koehler's patients?

Thanks to him, we already acquired
a list with their names.

The bureau has assigned a team
to track them down.

He says Klepper is a special case.
No, he didn't say why.

We can't ask him
because he hoodwinked his judge

into sending him to Missouri
for a psych eval.

- What do we know about Angel of Death?
- Let's start with what we don't know

like his current ID, what he looks like
and where he lives.

You said you could be of assistance.

What we do know is that,
according to Koehler's medical file,

prior to his operation,
Klepper was on dialysis.

Our only lead is
a 28-year-old medical condition?

That's the only lead the police have.

But the victims' families hired a P.I.
to follow up,

- and what he found, we don't know.
- You need to talk to him.

We know who Klepper was.
Maybe this guy can tell us who he is.

Cindy Kobata was fighting leukemia.
Jim Franklin had a wife and two kids.

Bethany Ray had cystic fibrosis.

She'd just turned 21
when Klepper killed her.

- How long have you worked this case?
- The families came to me in '94.

I wish I could've been more help,
but Klepper stayed off the grid.

No citizenship, no taxes, no footprint.

- Nothing.
- Anything you can tell us about him now?

I can tell you the cops had it all wrong.

They said he was all about
putting people out of their misery,

but these people were
demanding aggressive treatment.

They weren't targeted
because they wanted to die.

They were targeted
because they wanted to live.

- Now, why would he do that?
- Because by fighting to live,

they used up resources he thought
were better used on healthier patients.

You make him sound like an actuary.

Most people think life is priceless.
Not Klepper.

He did a cost-benefit analysis
on these people,

figured that the cost outweighed
the benefits, and killed them because of it.

You killed someone.

For that, most people would
believe you belong in prison.

Their belief is based
on a Judeo-Christian tradition of justice.

Mine is more algebraic.
There's a constant and a variable.

The constant is the work you do.
It has value,

and it will be compromised
with you behind bars.

The variable is what economists call
the VSL: value of statistical life.

In this case, the value of your life

versus the value of the life of the witness
whose testimony will put you behind bars.

I can make it worth their while
not to say anything.

The authorities have identified her.

She was walking home that night
and saw what she saw.

She's made a preliminary statement.

At this point, a bribe has
a low probability of success.

I'm afraid my equation is premised
on a more permanent solution.

- Killing her.
- If her VSL is lower than yours.

You can't put a price on a life.

Nearly every department
in our government has a VSL.

The EPA's is $10 million.
The FDA's is $7.9 million.

Department of Transportation is 6.4.

The annoying beep that goes off
when people don't put their seat belts on?

Ever wonder why there was no beep
for the people sitting in the back?

It would cost the auto industry
$325 million a year and save 44 lives.

325 divided by 44 is 7.4.

Meaning the value of each life
that would be saved is $7.4 million.

But since DOT values each life
at only 6.4 million, no beeps in the back.

Those are statistical models
to determine the cost of a life,

not to decide the value
of one life over another.

Organ-recipient protocols.

What a teacher makes
versus a hedge-fund manager.

We make comparative values all the time,
and I've done it for you and Ms. Carter.

A bus driver versus a titan of industry.

A volunteer at a local boys' club versus
a man who employs 12,000 people.

I've circled the relevant numbers.

Well, according to this,
she comes out ahead.

Smaller carbon footprint.

Works with at-risk youth.

You give people paychecks,
she gives them hope.

- I'm not a murderer.
- That's why you need me.

- How do I tip your scales?
- You're building a plant in Malaysia.

I want it built in Detroit. My coefficient
for "America first" is very high.

That's impossible. I've already put
$100 million into that plant.

I never said killing hope would be cheap.
Just ethical.

- How can murder ever be ethical?
- How can 44 people die each year

because they weren't warned to put on
seat belts? Some lives have more value.

Move the plant,
your life will have more value

than the woman set to testify against you.
It's nothing personal. It's just math.

I've been thinking about
the Angel of Death and trying to figure out

why a digital nomad who never stops
moving would stop in one place

for nearly three months.
The answer? His kidney.

- This has to do with dialysis treatments?
- Not the treatments,

- the cure.
- A transplant.

I pulled the rolls of all kidney transplant
recipient in Philadelphia in 2010.

After removing the patients
that were the wrong age, sex or race,

I was able to narrow it down to a list
of 14 men. One of which is this guy.

Cameron Morella.

He's the right age.
Before 2010, he was non-existent.

Because he was someone else.

- Gerald Todd Klepper.
- I'm telling you, this is our guy.

Ms. Carter? Eric Price.

I'm here on behalf of the DA to review
your testimony. May I have a minute?

- He has a new face but needs a kidney.
- You run him through the database?

- License, credit cards?
- I did, and it appears he's in D.C.

His last purchase was for a hotel room
near 4th and E Street.

- That was under an hour ago.
- Notify Ressler and Keen.

Have them pay Mr. Morella a visit.

The lady at the DA's Office said I wouldn't
be giving a statement until later today.

Yes. About that,

the truth is,
I don't work for the DA's office.

I'm here on behalf of Mr. Tamerlane.

What? You lied to me?

- Ms. Carter, please. Calm down.
- You're here to what, try and buy me off?

Is that what this is? He thinks he can pay
me and make me lie about what I saw?

Not quite that simple.

Who are you?
What are you doing? Help!

Help! Let go of me!

According to the CDC,

accidents are the leading cause
of death among women 25 to 34.

It only accounts for 18 percent of deaths
among black women.

But at 36.9 percent,
it's number one with a bullet

among white women like yourself.

Tragic slip and fall
coming out of the shower,

and, sadly, you'll be one more statistic in
the CDC's annual report on health equity.

As Mark Twain said,
there's three kinds of lies:

lies, damned lies and statistics.

So we are here to evaluate
whether you're competent to stand trial.

This is a comfy chair.

Do you understand what that means?

It's comfy?

Competency means you are capable
of understanding the characteristic

and consequences
of the proceedings against you.

Based on what I've read in the trial
transcript, you seem quite capable.

And yet I don't understand
why I'm there. In court.

- I don't know what I've done wrong.
- You don't?

- Not really, no.
- Have you killed people?

Polluting rivers kills people,
good people. Killed for profit.

Raising the speed limit kills people
to save time.

The death penalty.

Unjust wars have killed so many people.

Whatever I've done,
I've done because I thought it was just.

So do I really understand
the proceedings against me?

No, I don't.

I'm going to administer
a series of diagnostics tests.

If they're designed to see whether I can

distinguish between the behavior
of the system defines as criminal

and that which I deem appropriate,
I can't.

Let's start with the Rorschach test.

Inkblots. I must warn you,
they all look like genitalia to me.

There you go.

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

Got a call about 20 minutes ago.

Housekeeping found a DOA female
in the room. Looks like a slip and fall.

- That's no slip and fall.
- This guy, Cameron Morella,

he's our suspect. He's on the move.
Lock it down. Search the building.

Hello, Atticus.

It's been a while.

I was sorry to hear about
all the tomfoolery in Cincinnati,

but I'm confident it'll all blow over
and you'll be acquitted soon.

I came here because I need a favor.

It's about our mutual acquaintance.

I need to find him.

I'm in trouble, and I need to find him.

If anyone can help me, it's you.

This is important, Atticus.

- It's a matter of life and death.
- You can talk at him all day,

- but he ain't gonna say much.
- I'm sorry?

Mr. Rodrick is on a cocktail
of antipsychotics and mood stabilizers

that have most men counting worms.
It's for the best, though.

He's a bear if he doesn't get his meds
every three hours.

Yeah, just like the Incredible Hulk.

Knock yourself out.

- Jiminy Christmas! For the love of...
- What?

Please tell me that's not
a vermilion flycatcher.

- What?
- That little fella right there.

What the hell are you people doing
with a flycatcher in your aviary?

They're endangered. That little guy
should be in an open habitat

- or desert scrub, at the very least.
- Look, I don't know nothing about birds

- and desert scrub and all that.
- You know what?

Never mind.
I am absolutely dead wrong.

That is a red factor canary.
Probably domestically bred.

He's perfectly fine.

Good to know.

One thing at a time, Atticus.

I'll get you sober, and then you can
tell me how to find your friend.

We're not seeing any images of Klepper
on hotel security or area CCTV.

His credit cards are dark.

- His cellphone...
- MPD's swept the building. He's gone.

- What about his room?
- Never entered.

We think he purchased it
to get access to the victim's floor.

I just had an interesting chat
with the U.S. Attorney's Office of D.C.

- What do they have to do with this?
- They're paying for the woman's room.

Turns out she's the key witness
in a case against Digby Tamerlane.

The Chione founder?

- That guy is a gazillionaire.
- Yeah, well, he's also being investigated

by a jury for the hit-and-run death
of a 12-year-old. Without her testimony...

- Their case doesn't exist.
- I'm sorry, I'm confused.

What's a deceased witness have to do
with the Angel of Death killer?

The P.I. said he decided who to kill
based on some cost-benefit analysis.

He thinks the gazillionaire's freedom
is worth more than a witness's life.

Tamerlane clearly benefits
from this supposed accident.

Press him.
Let's find out what else he's hiding.

Everyone's favorite superpower
is flying like a bird.

I'd prefer mind control.

Although, at this point,
maybe just x-ray vision.

Reddington?

Hello, Atticus.

Welcome back.

What are you doing here?

Please answer yes or no.

- Why?
- As I've already explained,

your answers will help me evaluate
your competency to stand trial.

Whether I'm easily awakened by noise?

The MMPI-2 is
an effective diagnostic tool,

as is my assessment
of your willingness to cooperate.

When I sleep, I sleep.

"I wish I could be as happy
as others seem to be."

Yes.

"My father was a good man."

Good? No.

"If people weren't out to get me,
I would have been more successful."

- Not necessarily.
- "I don't always tell the truth."

I need to find your colleague.

"I am an important person."

It's important that I find him.

I'd like to fly.

"I get angry sometimes."

Yes or no. "I get angry sometimes."

No.

I get even.

Is that a look of concern or keen interest?

You show no signs of depression,
paranoia or social introversion.

No hypochondriasis, no hypomania.

- Keen interest, then.
- On the other hand,

you clearly have a psychopathic deviate
conflict as it regards to society's rules.

Is that it?

After all your inkblots and questions
about my digestive tract,

that's the depth of your analysis,
that I deviate from societal norms?

Given that my life depends
on your learned evaluation,

I hope you have something
slightly more insightful on that notepad.

You're masquerading.

Leading a double life,
pretending to be someone you're not.

If you're divorced from social norms,

it's because you're divorced
from a side of yourself I can't see

because you're terrified
of letting people see it.

Why? I don't know.

But whatever pathologies you have,
I think they can be traced to the fact that,

while most people see you
as an iconic bad guy,

you're really just an impostor.

You expect me to believe you?

I told you three times, I've never seen
the man before in my life.

Then it should come as a surprise he's
a suspect in the murder of Kelly Carter.

- I don't know that name.
- Oh, sure you do.

She's the woman
who saw you in Rock Creek Park

trying to bury
that 12-year-old you ran over.

- I want my attorney.
- That's why she was in D.C.,

- to give her statement to the grand jury.
- Listen, lady, my lawyers...

Your lawyers have no idea
that Cameron Morella is a serial killer,

the one the press dubbed
"Angel of Death,"

or that his real name
is Gerald Todd Klepper

and that he's responsible
for the murders of Cindy Kobata,

Jim Franklin, Bethany Ray,

or that he's wanted
for taking 17 innocent lives,

or even if he's still alive, but I do.

I also know that the two of you
are in business together.

And when I tie you to Klepper,

you're not only looking
at a conspiracy to commit murder,

but I'm gonna do everything
in my power to drag you down with him.

He approached me backstage,
after our Malaysian launch.

He told me about the witnesses,
Ms. Carter.

- Said he could make it go away.
- How did you communicate?

I had to go to him at his place,
a campground near Groveton.

- Is that the only way?
- No. He gave me a phone number.

We have a lead.
Tamerlane coughed up Klepper's number.

I heard. I'll get local PD en route
to that park now.

Have Aram run a trace on that number.
We find Klepper's phone, we find Klepper.

And maybe we'll find out
why Reddington gave us this case.

Maybe it's because,
for once, he's a bad guy.

- You honestly believe that?
- Tell me what Aram finds out.

- You need to call your friend Buck.
- Why? What did you find out?

I've got a number
I need him to trace. Ready?

- Yeah.
- 202-555-0170.

Gerald Klepper's new identity
is Cameron Morella. That's his number.

- Call me as soon as Buck traces it.
- Why do we need Buck?

We were working with the FBI.
Can't they run the trace?

They are, but we need
to get to Klepper before they do,

- so I gave them the wrong number.
- What? They're gonna find out.

- What happens when they do?
- I'll deal with that later.

We need to get to Klepper and see
if he can tell us who Reddington really is.

Atticus.

Atticus, look at me.

What's going on?

You're in a hospital, awaiting trial.

They have you on a strong cocktail
of antipsychotics.

- Springfield?
- Yes, you're in Springfield.

- That doctor...
- Listen... Listen to me.

It's very important
that I locate your colleague.

- He's gone.
- No... Yes. I know he's gone.

- I need to find him.
- That damn doctor.

Atticus, forget the doctor.

Can you help me find him?

Mr. Reddington, what are you doing?
We have a session.

- We have much to cover, you're late.
- I am so sorry, doctor.

I abhor tardiness,
but if you could give me one moment.

That bitch.

I told her I didn't want those little red pills.

- Okay.
- I told her no.

- Calm down.
- I'm gonna kill that lady.

- That's enough.
- I'm gonna rip that tongue out her mouth.

- Calm down.
- And once I rip that tongue out,

- Atticus.
- I'm gonna shove it down her throat.

Security! Security! Security!

I'm gonna rip your tongue out!

I'm gonna rip your tongue out!

- Buck is a god.
- He traced the phone?

He bounced the signal off
of Venus or Mars, I don't know,

but he has a location.
It's a parking lot at 3rd and Sycamore.

- Number was a dead end.
- I gotta go.

What are you gonna do?
Should I meet you?

I'll call you back.

Evidently, local PD couldn't find
Klepper's RV. Cooper wants us out there,

see if anyone at the campground has info
on where he might be.

- You go.
- You got someplace better to be?

Yeah. I think I'm gonna talk to Reddington,
see if he knows anything.

- He's in the federal psych hospital.
- And this is a life-or-death situation.

- I think they'll let me talk.
- That's a call I'd like to be on.

- I'll get Navabi to go to the RV parking lot.
- No, no, no.

I mean, you're welcome to listen in
if you want, but, with Reddington,

you catch more flies with honey, and
you are definitely more sour than sweet.

- How do you do it?
- What?

Put up with him. I can't stand
how much he hides from us,

and I'm not even his kid.
I don't know how you deal with it.

- It's not easy.
- You make it look like it is.

- I'll let you know what I find out.
- I'll do the same.

Cameron Morella, FBI! Open the door.

Mr. Morella, open the door,
or a tactical team will storm your vehicle!

Hands where I can see them.

- Where's the cavalry?
- In my hand. Now back up.

Well, I guess there won't be much more
from him, now, will there?

That's the idea.

Atticus.

We don't have much time. Hey.

Hey.

Your friend has a job.

It's an assassination. Look at me.

He knows the FBI is looking for him,
so it has to be done quietly.

I'd like to fly.

Hey, hey. Hey.

Your friend, who would he turn to,
to get a job done as quietly as possible?

Atticus, who would he turn to?

General Shiro.

General... Who's that?
I don't... General Shiro?

- Hey, where can I find him?
- Would you like to fly?

I would.

I know who you are, Mr. Morella.

I know you murdered Kelly Carter
to prevent her from telling a grand jury

that she saw Digby Tamerlane trying
to hide the body

of a young girl he killed in a hit-and-run.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I also know who you were, Dr. Klepper.

I don't know that name.

- Is that him?
- He says no.

But I think this should change his mind.

Look familiar?

It should. It's a picture of you
in Dr. Hans Koehler's medical file,

complete with a list of every time
he chiseled you or injected you,

- shaved you down or puffed you up.
- I don't recognize this person.

Well, Koehler did a remarkable job
of changing your appearance.

But we both know
that he can't change your DNA.

And that when we do take it, it's gonna
match up to his. Isn't it, doctor?

I like to make calculations.

Like deciding who should live
and who should die?

That's one calculation, yes.

- Have you made it often?
- Often enough.

And it's a surprisingly easy one.
Others are considerably more difficult.

Like why the FBI sent only one agent
and one, I'm not sure what.

We know who you were
before Dr. Koehler changed your identity.

What we wanna know is
who Raymond Reddington was.

According to Koehler's records,

you and Reddington were patients
at approximately the same time.

And you think we bonded in post-op?
Compared scars?

The whole point of going to Koehler
was to become anonymous.

I never saw him. He never saw me.

What do you got?

A guy at the RV park gave us
a description of Klepper's vehicle.

Aram tracked it to a parking lot
at 3rd and Sycamore.

- How far away are you?
- About 10 minutes out.

Let me know what you find.

- What about Reddington?
- Reddington?

- Well, did you talk to him?
- Oh, yeah.

- He didn't know anything.
- For once we know more than he does.

I'll call you when we find something.

I have a gun.
In that cupboard. On the top shelf.

About Reddington.

- If you didn't see him, who did?
- A nurse.

She saw all the patients.
Before and after.

- She could tell you who Reddington was.
- What's her name?

Your colleagues are on their way.

For some reason,
you didn't tell them you were here.

What is her name?

I don't randomly decide who lives or dies.

I do it based on who has more value.

Take us, for example.

I'm gonna spend
the rest of my life in prison.

You could have a long and productive
career. By any reasonable standard,

your life has more value,
which is why you should get my gun.

- We need a name.
- And I'll give it to you...

- once you understand you have to kill me.
- What are you saying?

I don't know why you wanna know
who Red was,

but clearly you're willing to risk
a great deal to find out.

Your career, all the good
and productive things you'll do

that makes your life
more valuable than mine,

but it only has that value if your colleagues
never find out you were here.

And the only way that's gonna happen is
if I'm dead when they arrive.

Like I said,
it's a surprisingly easy calculation.

We're not gonna kill you.

Of course not.

You're gonna kill yourself.

That's what you do: stage killings,
make them look like accidents.

Or suicides.

My gun.

You don't have much time.
Either I die here,

or I spend my life behind bars.
In some ways, it's a mercy killing.

You're not actually considering...

- Wait in the car.
- You can't do this.

The gun for the name.

If she wants the name,
she has no choice.

Go.

This isn't right.

Marguerite Renard.

Find her,
you'll find out who Reddington was.

It's the ethical thing to do.

We should go.

I heard about Klepper.

He must've heard you were coming
and decided killing himself

was better than a life in prison.

Is that how you figure it?

Not exactly, no.

I found Klepper's burner in the RV.

That's the number forensics pulled off it.
And this is the number that you gave me.

So the way I figure it,

is that you gave us a fake number,
so that we'd run in circles

while you ran a trace on the real one,
so that you could get to Klepper first.

See, first-thought theater was
that you were doing it for Reddington.

I mean, he's not around,
so you're carrying his water for him.

But then I checked.
Since he's been in Missouri,

- he hasn't been allowed any calls.
- I can explain.

He doesn't know about this case,
does he?

- This is your Blacklister, not his.
- It's a good explanation.

I can't tell you now,
but I'll tell you some day.

For now, I just need you to trust me.

Did you kill Klepper?

No.

But I did let him kill himself.

- Why?
- Because he convinced me

the benefit outweighed the cost.

The same way I'm trying to convince you
not to tell Cooper what I've done.

Because the benefit outweighs the cost.

I think so.

That's a decision you're gonna have
to make for yourself.

Sir? Autopsy's in on Klepper.
All indications are it was a suicide.

We found evidence in Klepper's RV that
he'd made these ethical decisions before.

He killed 14 others that we know of.

You seem disappointed.

Doesn't it bother you
that there's always an ulterior motive?

Some reason we were given a case
that's never fully explained?

Not really, no.

The way I look at it is,
because of us, a serial killer is dead.

No one will ever suffer
because of him again.

As far as I'm concerned,
the case is closed.

Unless there's something I'm missing.

Is there?

No, sir. It's case closed.

Marguerite Renard. The nurse.
We've gotta find her.

Before he found you, could you
have done it? What you did in the RV?

She can't be hard to locate.

And when we find her,
we find out who Reddington really is.

Could you have done it?

I don't think so. No.

So he did this to you.

What difference does it make?
We're so close.

The difference that it makes is that
I'm worried that he's gonna do it to me.

That won't happen.

It won't.

Okay. Marguerite Renard.
What do we know about her?

Your friend, Mr. Rodrick.

He's why you're here?

Please tell me you're going
to be administering the Szondi test.

I'm absolutely fascinated
by repressed impulses.

There will be no more tests,
Mr. Reddington.

- Our work is finished here.
- That seems premature.

I saw all I needed to see today
with your friend, Mr. Rodrick.

You keep calling him my friend.
He's not my friend.

Well, whoever he is,
he was intent on killing me.

I think he said he was going to,
"Rip my tongue out."

But your reaction was everything.

- My reaction?
- You came to my defense.

You saw that Mr. Rodrick was intent
on causing me harm,

and although you don't know me,

you made the very conscious decision
to stop him,

which, to my mind, is a...
Is a wonderful demonstration

of your ability to distinguish
between right and wrong.

I'm not so sure of that.

Yeah, but you're not the doctor.

Before I submit my decision,
I have one more question.

I'm an open book.

What exactly is it you want
from Mr. Rodrick?

I have reviewed the results
of the psychiatric evaluation

conducted at the defendant's request,

and it is Dr. Gray's
professional opinion that,

while one with a criminal history
like Mr. Reddington

would likely have to be insane,

it's clear his criminal proclivities
do not rise to the level of legal insanity.

It is the doctor's professional opinion
that the defendant

does understand the charges leveled
against him and is, therefore,

fully mentally competent
to assist in his own defense.

Mr. Reddington, you've been provided
with a copy of Dr. Gray's findings.

- Are you objecting to her conclusions?
- No, Your Honor.

I'm prepared to accept
the finding of competency.

Wonderful. Then we're clear to proceed.

Mr. Sima?

Your Honor, of the indictments
that are before the court,

the prosecution has elected
to proceed with the charge of treason

as our first case against the defendant.

Very well.
We'll move to jury selection immediately.

You got the phone.

Yes, thank you,
and not a moment too soon.

Why? What's wrong?

I spoke with Atticus Rodrick.

Was he any help?

He gave me a name.

General Shiro.

I need you to find out
everything you can about him.

- General Shiro?
- Yes.

He's the next name on the Blacklist.