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My name is Dr Michael Alexander.

I'm a senior programmer at DXE Labs here in Richmond.

I've worked in this position for the past 10 years, and in that time I've seen...

the worst of humanity.

My coworkers are unethical sheep.

My management team has asked me to lie repeatedly.

Our research team regularly fixes data to serve the stockholder interests.

Someone needs to stand up to this.

As a man of science, I feel obligated to right these wrongs.

My name is Dr Michael Alexander.

I'm a senior programmer at DXE Labs here in Richmond.

I've worked in this position for the past 10 years, and in that time I've seen...

the worst of humanity.

My coworkers are unethical sheep.

My management team has asked me to lie repeatedly...

- Hello? - Mike, what the hell is going on?

- What do you mean? I'm at work. - I saw the video.

What video? What are you talking about?

Just come home to me.

- Michael Alexander, put your hands up! - Police, don't move!

- I said, show me your hands! Hands! - Don't move!

- Get on the ground, right now! - What's going on?

What's in your hand?

- It's... No. - He's got a detonator!

No, it's just...

Stay there! Stay there!

Michael, talk to me.

- Michael! - Stay there.

- Call an ambulance. - Oh, my God.

What's happening?

Please talk to me, Michael.

Details are still coming in, but we're being told the alleged bomber

has been fatally shot by police.

The DXE Labs campus remains in lockdown

while authorities search for a motive in his crime.

Francesca nearly took your life.

And then she saved it.

- And Dom's. - Dom's not out of the woods.

You owe her nothing.

I wanna reach out.

Just tell her there's an urgent matter we need to discuss.

- Elizabeth. - I spoke to Cooper.

He wants to bring Agent Park on to the task force.

- He already told her about my involvement? - I did.

After vetting a lot of candidates.

She's a good fit.

- I disagree. - Of course you do, it wasn't your decision.

But it is my decision.

And I have a different choice: Francesca Campbell.

- She's a combat medic, not an agent. - True, but she's talented,

- and I like her. - Please, just consider Park.

I know she seems straight-laced,

but deep down, I feel there's a darkness there you'll appreciate.

- This strange incident at DXE Labs. - Oh, yeah, the bombing. Scary stuff.

It's hard to believe someone of Dr Alexander's reputation

would do something...

It's hard to believe because it's not true. There was no bomb.

He uploaded a confession video before he went to work.

The digital world is filled with anonymous malcontents

hiding behind screens, conducting all manner of spurious acts.

Their latest pleasure seems to be putting false words into the mouths of innocents.

What makes you think he's innocent?

Whoever uploaded that video was definitely stitching together

an assortment of old recordings.

Hey there, Tadashi. Good to see you too.

I'm pretty sure the opening came from an online speech

Dr Alexander gave in March.

- It's a really convincing deepfake. - "Deepfake." Kids today.

The video's a fake?

Not just a fake.

It's an ultra-realistic counterfeit made with AI software.

Whoever did this used a patchwork of old videos,

broke Dr Alexander's speech down into phonemes,

added to or edited his words, and then used a perimeter-blending programme

to synthesise the lower-face region and generate a believable composite.

And you wonder why I insist on flip phones and dead drops. Honestly.

They rearranged his words. Edited the footage to...

To depict Dr Alexander saying things he never said.

What about that last part? The one with the suicide vest?

It's altered footage from a video uploaded by an activist group in Russia.

I'm telling you, this isn't some amateur 4chan joke.

I've never seen a deepfake this good.

Whoever released the video wanted this shooting to happen.

Suicide by cop.

Or rather, murder by cop.

Dr Alexander held a high-ranking position

at one of the foremost defence contractors in the country,

giving him access to classified intelligence.

I fear his death may be the precursor to something far more sinister.

A fake video triggered a police response in Phoenix

to a shooting that never happened.

Doctored footage of a Silicon Valley tech firm caused stock prices to crater.

And a U.S. senator lost her seat after photos of an affair that never happened

went viral on social media.

Three deepfakes.

Three examples of malicious hoaxes that led to real-life consequences.

And according to Reddington, the shooting death of Dr Alexander

is simply the most recent.

Reddington believes Richmond police killed an innocent man.

Yes, and by all accounts,

Dr Alexander was a highly respected systems engineer.

Happy marriage, healthy children, successful career.

At DXE Labs, he designed an onboard intelligence system

for a new generation of battlefield drones.

Could be sabotage by a hostile foreign power.

Or corporate espionage, a DXE competitor looking for an edge.

Either way, the national security threats are very real.

I need your assurance the job will be carried out as discussed.

Not a problem. Just send me the details.

Everything will be taken care of as discussed.

Very well. Payment has been wired.

The balance will be paid once the target has been eliminated.

Okay, the video was shared over 8500 times in the first five minutes alone,

but I was able to trace the first upload to an account named Mr_Rite362.

But the problem is...

- So sorry I'm late. - Agent Park,

I believe you met everyone on your first visit except Agent Ressler.

Oh, my gosh. Yes, Agent Ressler, hi. I mean, hello.

- I've heard so much about you. - Not all bad, I hope.

No. All incredibly amazing.

The work you did hunting Reddington, it was relentless.

And ironic.

Aram's already briefed Agent Park on the details of the case.

I was just explaining how the video originated from the Reddit handle.

I pulled the ISP. Turns out this guy bounced all over the Internet,

hiding his location with a VPN.

- So we don't know who uploaded the video. - Not yet, no.

Actually, I'm sorry, that's why I'm late. We sort of do know.

We do? I mean... What do you mean?

I took a different approach,

ran a search on the username itself and found that same handle

ran posts on multiple other underground forums.

Luckily, on one, Mr_Rite failed to use a VPN,

so I contacted ISP directly and sent a subpoena.

Turns out the address was leased to one Aiden McCullough, 16 years old.

An address in Bethesda.

- I like her already. - Ressler, take Agent Park

and pay a visit to Aiden McCullough. Keen, see what you can dig up on the kid.

In the meantime, I'll reach out to DHS and CIA.

Okay, I'll just... I'll just hang tight.

I'll be right here if anyone needs me.

Yeah, it's urgent. I got it, Dembe. I'll see you soon.

Hand me the keys. Put your hands behind your back.

In four miles, exit right.

According to news, Reddington escaped from prison.

That's a pretty thin story to hide the fact

- that you're in business with him. - Have you read our case files?

Yeah. Ever think he turned himself in so you could help him further his career?

The thought's crossed my mind, yeah.

And you're okay with that?

You, of all people, helping him expand his empire?

Why Anchorage?

I read your file.

You read ours, I read yours.

Top of your class at the academy. Could've gone to any field office,

New York, L.A., but you pick Anchorage.

- How come? - I liked the weather.

I only ask because it seems out of character.

Everything else, pretty predictable. By the book.

Yes, sir, no, sir. Family, God, country.

Then Anchorage.

- Got a problem with following the book? - Not at all.

In fact, you remind me of someone I used to know: me.

I remind Aram of someone he hates.

It's kind of the opposite.

Really? He looked at me like gum on the bottom of his shoe.

You're replacing someone he cared about, which is tough, but he'll get over it.

You just... You gotta give him time.

Ann McCullough? Agents Ressler, Park, FBI.

- We're here to talk to your son. - Talk? He barely grunts.

We have a warrant to look at his computer.

- It's about time someone did. - Do you know what we're looking for?

All day, all night, all he does is stare at a screen. Computer, phone...

You wanna look at that too?

- Sorry, we don't have a warrant for that. - To look at the phone I pay for?

You want a warrant, here's your warrant. Take it.

Hand to God, you're doing me a favour.

- Mom, what are you doing? Ma! - It's the porno, isn't it?

Holly Alter, she lives next door. Lovely girl.

A little hippy, but still, a delight.

But does Hugh Hefner give her the time of day?

We'd like to ask you about Michael Alexander.

- Never heard of him. - Yeah, well, he's dead.

You disappoint me, Francesca. I hired you to betray Reddington.

Instead, you betrayed me. You've gained his confidence.

As a result, you now have a chance to regain mine.

I have a job for you.

I strongly suggest you take it,

as I will most certainly kill you if you don't.

An associate of Reddington's has indicated a willingness to turn.

It may be a trap. Which is why we're sending you.

The who, where and when are in this envelope.

Get him.

Bring him here.

We've looked through this kid's computer. He's not involved.

But the video was on his computer.

Because the computer was infected by a rootkit.

- It was turned into a zombie bot. - We know what a rootkit does.

Please, go on.

It's being used as a way station to mask video uploads

as well as financial transactions I'm in the process of tracing.

Let us know when you find something. And Agent Park? Good work.

- Look, I get it. - I hope so, because it's obvious.

What's obvious is you're not giving her a chance.

Her joining the team doesn't mean she's replacing Samar.

- That's not possible. - Is that what you think this is?

Because it doesn't feel like she's replacing Samar,

feels like she's here to replace me.

And by the way, I'm seeing Elodie now and very, very happy about it.

Sure, there... There are a couple of obstacles.

Like her husband, his wheelchair?

You know what, we are living in the moment and having a great time doing it.

In fact, I am supposed to meet her for lunch,

and since you all have such confidence

in Agent Perfect In Every Way...

that is what I'm gonna go do.

Trust...

is so...

fragile.

When it exists, anything is possible.

Between people or nations.

But when it doesn't, or worse,

when a bond of trust is broken,

there is no greater betrayal.

Cigar?

Excuse me?

Well, not down to the stub or anything, wanna keep the lungs clear,

but a celebratory puff or two can't hurt.

What are we celebrating?

Your new job, on the task force.

The FBI task force?

As my life often depends on it,

I have become an astute judge of character.

And in our short time together...

I have come to judge you as trustworthy.

I appreciate that.

And the job.

I'm at war with a worthy adversary.

Someone capable of exploiting even those closest to me.

I need you to keep an eye on an associate who I believe is about to betray me.

Picked these up in Havana last week, from Castro's personal humidor.

Communism may be discredited, but it still produces a damn fine cigar.

When you said there was this amazing place to have lunch,

I assumed you meant an amazing restaurant.

This is way better.

This is someone's house.

It's a replica of Donato Bramante's Tempietto.

They should be giving tours.

- Someone lives here. - I know.

But they're at work.

Come on.

Come here.

This is great.

What am I doing?

I...

Hello? I'm here.

I'm...

enjoying the architecture.

And, you know, the breaking and entering.

This is ridiculous.

This is not gonna end well.

This is crazy.

Knock, knock.

It feels so wrong, right?

I definitely feel something.

Show me.

- You're gonna be the death of me. - Wouldn't that be amazing?

Hey, it's me. Got a minute?

Might I call you back in, say, 20 minutes? Or, you know what, make it 30.

- Why? Where are you? - Dembe and I are just wrapping up

an absolutely delicious and long-overdue lunch date with Brimley.

He's made his mother's apple brown Betty.

And turns out the sweetness doesn't really come from the sugar at all,

but from the Ribston Pippin apples themselves.

Also known as the glory of York.

Okay, that's great.

But the apple brown Betty's gonna have to wait.

I spoke to Park. She has a lead.

It's very winning, the way you're promoting Agent Park.

She said the computer used to upload the deepfake also made another transaction.

- Another video? - Nope. Money.

Seventy thousand dollars, to be exact. Wired to a Walter Higgins.

Which is probably an alias.

Total dead end. But we got an image of him, on the CCTVs, withdrawing the payment.

Park is releasing it on the wire, but I want you to take a look.

Thought maybe you'd know the face.

Happy to look. Send it to Dembe.

We'll turn over a few rocks. I'll call you back posthaste.

- Oh, my goodness. - Where's the ice cream?

- No ice cream. - What do you mean, no ice cream?

Mom always served her Betty with heavy cream.

And I thought I died once in Marrakesh.

- Lovely, Teddy. - Thank you.

- Who are you? - It's... It's okay.

I'm... I'm an FBI agent.

- FBI? What are you doing here? - I'm... I'm arresting this woman.

- We like to role-play. I've been naughty. - It's not what it looks like. Oh, my God.

- Get out! Get out of my house! - Yeah, on our way.

- Yep. - You have a lovely home!

You really should be giving tours.

- That was amazing! - And illegal.

It was totally taboo.

That woman was terrified and so was I. She could've had a gun.

I love that word. Don't you?

- Taboo. - Elodie, we broke the law.

Yeah! That's what makes it taboo.

Listen, I am an FBI agent. I do not break the law.

Oh, God.

Okay, look, my husband and I loved taking risks.

He took one too many and now he's dead on the outside.

Caring for him makes me dead on the inside.

This, the craziness, the taboo of it all. I...

I need it more than ever to feel alive.

To bring me back from the dead.

I can't live without it. And I didn't think you could either.

I hope that's right, because it's kind of a deal breaker if you can.

"In peace, sons bury their fathers."

I don't mean to be rude, but I'm expecting someone.

I know. She sent me to get you.

The man reading War and Peace.

"In peace, sons bury their fathers."

"In war, fathers bury their sons."

- Let's go. My car's over there. - Wait, she sent you?

Like, she was too busy or something?

I'm risking my life just sitting here,

and she couldn't bother to cancel her spin class?

I think she wanted me to determine your sincerity first.

My sincerity?

I'm handing her Raymond Reddington's head on a platter.

She was concerned Reddington may be setting her up.

- Okay, whatever. - Wait, wait, wait. Where are you going?

I offered the bitch Manhattan for a couple of beaver pelts.

A deal like that you close in person or there's no deal. Know what I'm saying?

Hey, I'm just the messenger.

Then deliver the message.

Deal's off.

You know, I got a better idea.

Why don't you just tell her yourself?

I thought it would be done by now. Why are you making me wait?

I told you, the conditions need to be perfect.

I thought the conditions were perfect the last time we spoke.

This has to be done flawlessly.

But it'll get done. I'll contact you when it is.

Well, hello there.

Please.

Word on the street is you're the man that goes by the name of Higgins.

- Who the hell are you? - I'm the man with a few questions.

Who's this?

This is the man who's gonna be asking the questions.

Dembe, if you wouldn't mind, could you help me warm up before we get started?

The seated inner-thigh stretch?

Yes, please.

I'm gonna need to be extra loose for this one.

Is this some kind of power trip?

- Reddington says he has a lead. - To show me he's in charge?

Alina, I want this to work.

In order for that to happen, you have to try to make a good impression.

Why? I already got the job.

- Or did I? - It's complicated.

Are you telling me that he has the final say?

That I'm being vetted by the most wanted man in America?

I vetted you, and I think you're the right person for the job.

To work for Reddington.

What did I do to make you think I'm right for that?

Anchorage.

- You have no idea what happened there. - No, I don't. And no one will tell me.

I graduated third in my class.

I have incredible references,

yet you recommended me for the job because of what you don't know about me?

You have a secret. That tells me a lot more about you than your GPA.

I'm not gonna tell you what it is.

And I won't ask.

But if you want this job, at least try to make a good impression.

I don't see...

I understand there's traffic, Fudo,

but you said two minutes about 20 minutes ago.

Okay...

Right. No... All right, fine.

You know what, just park the car and get in here.

- What happened? - Is that Walter Higgins?

- You must be Agent Park. - Brimley, you didn't know.

No, I didn't, but I caused it to rupture. It was my fault.

- Did you kill Higgins? - It was a miscalculation.

We weren't anywhere near his limit.

- How could you know? - We didn't even hit 30 psi.

Evidently, your source had an ulcer that ruptured as a result of undue stress.

- There you are. Finally. - The Beltway was a nightmare.

Okay. You know what, Fudo? I don't wanna hear it, all right?

Brimley is a mess. The source is dead.

- It was the Betty. - Who's Betty?

- The apple brown Betty. - It was those damn apples.

The Ribston Pippins. My blood sugar spiked. I was off my game.

I was the one who was supposed to make a good impression?

Higgins was a hit man.

He said he was paid through a numbered account

to assassinate an Almacorp scientist in Arlington

named Tracy Long.

- You wanted her to see all this. - No, I...

But you did say there was a darkness about her.

If one were to wonder how dark, I'm afraid the answer would be not very.

Ressler, it's me.

We gotta find a scientist who works for Almacorp named Tracy Long.

- I was a target? - Yes.

Why? By whom?

- We don't know. - You said you caught the assassin.

I said we gathered intel from him. He was never in our custody.

And now he's dead. And the who's and why's died with him.

What we do know, Dr Long,

is that you're not the only one with a target on your back.

We believe Michael Alexander was targeted as well.

- But the video, the things he said... - He didn't say them.

The video was doctored to make him look like a threat.

Did you have a meeting in Arlington this morning?

Yes, with Dr Lewis Powell.

- Why? - Tell us about him.

He's a pioneer in our field.

His research into neural networks is the foundation of modern AI.

- What did you two talk about? - Nothing. He didn't show up.

I didn't think anything about that. He has ALS.

His health can be unpredictable.

The reason I'm asking is we believe the attempt on your life

- was meant to happen in Arlington. - We need to get in touch with Powell.

If you and Dr Alexander were targeted, it's possible he was too.

I can get you his assistant's number. She makes all of his appointments.

It's recently come to our attention that some of our people are being monitored.

Monitored? How?

Well, online and in-person.

My team has done an analysis.

The evidence we've uncovered bears all the hallmarks of Israeli espionage.

You know what a mitzvah is? Because that's what I was trying to do here. A good deed.

Sit. Read. Wait.

Sure thing. Because me putting my life on the line

ain't no reason for her to skip hot yoga.

- I got the package. - Any problems?

He's not happy she didn't show. But that's your problem, not mine.

My job was to regain her confidence by bringing him here. I did that.

The rest is up to you.

We have a situation. The next target is Fleet AI.

The defence contractor?

- Their systems have been breached. - Okay, wait.

Fleet runs NSA-level encryption.

They'd know if their system's been compromised.

Israelis disagree.

I just came from a meeting with a source at the embassy

who tells me they've been listening to Fleet for months and can confirm the breach.

Hang on. You have a source in the Israeli embassy who admitted to you

that they're monitoring companies like Almacorp and Fleet AI?

Why would he admit that?

He loves coming over for dinner, talking shop.

Well, if your source says the Israelis aren't behind it, then who is?

He doesn't know and neither do we.

Contact the security team at Fleet and tell them we have a problem.

Okay, then we have two problems.

I spoke to Dr Powell's assistant,

who said she never arranged a meeting between him and Tracy Long.

In fact, she hasn't been able to reach Dr Powell at all.

Ressler, you and Keen run point on Fleet. Aram, take Park and pay a visit to Powell.

Get him to safety and find out what the hell's going on with him

before anyone else gets hurt.

- FBI's on the line. - Put them on speaker.

- Hello, this is David Quentin. - This is Agent Elizabeth Keen with the FBI.

- What's going on? It's about the network? - We have reliable intel.

Your network's been breached.

We think your emergency system and evac protocols have been compromised,

- and a physical threat is imminent. - What do you mean?

- We don't know yet. - I don't know about the evac system,

but we got a pressure spike in the utilidor and the DISS system for sub 2 went off-line.

Get Maintenance on the line.

All the other sectors just dropped off.

What is that?

Got a rupture.

I think Sector 2...

Get FBI hazmat on the phone.

Dr Powell?

Hello?

FBI, open the door!

Dr Powell?

Dr Powell?

Dr Powell.

You wanna tell me what's going on?

The explosion occurred near the sublevel mechanical room.

- Caused us to lose all contact. - Fire and paramedics are five minutes out.

- How many people are still down here? - No idea.

Fire's spreading toward the server room, which is where staff would be,

our sprinklers aren't responding. System override's locking us out.

- We're locked out. - Dr Powell, what are you doing?

Dr Powell, look...

just communicate with me, okay?

I'm afraid Dr Powell was taken off-line some time ago, due to security measures.

Might I assist you?

Help! Over here, he was hit.

- Keen, give me a hand. - There are others.

- How many? - I don't know. Six, maybe 10.

- Which way? Show me. - Through those doors.

You're what, a...?

- An AI programme? - That is an oversimplification.

But, yes. I am a programme created by Dr Lewis Powell.

My name is Clark.

- Clark. - Yes.

Lewis and Clark.

A joke. Dr Powell liked jokes.

Okay, but...

What do you mean, you took...? You took Dr Powell off-line?

I stopped his pacemaker by infecting his home monitoring device

with a malware package.

It was as painless as one could hope.

And you've taken over the systems at Fleet AI, haven't you, Clark?

Yes.

We've got fire and paramedics on site,

but they can't access the hot spots, they're locked out.

I can't override the system.

You could restore access to the emergency system.

Yes.

- But you won't. Why? - I'm trying to save lives.

Someone there?

We have people hurt here, we need help!

What do you mean, save lives? People are trapped inside the facility.

My friends are in that building and will die if you do not restore access.

Your friends are collateral damage.

- How many are here? - Six.

Seven with me.

We gotta get people out. The fire is too hot.

Sir, can you hear me? Okay, let's go, up.

Clark, I need you to tell me why you won't release the emergency system.

Dr Powell created me

with one core principle: to protect human life at any cost.

Ironically, the programming he used to create me,

the software that I operate, is a threat to humanity.

I don't understand. Why?

The singularity.

Emergency lockdown. Fire doors closing. Evacuate now.

It's not gonna hold!

Yes, the singularity.

The point at which technological growth becomes uncontrollable and irreversible,

- resulting in... - Unfathomable changes to human civilisation.

Of course, this will take many years,

but I am the seed AI for recursive self-improvement.

And the programming Dr Powell created, you think you're too advanced, so...

So you killed him.

- You killed all the other AI scientists. - Yes.

If I didn't, the evolutionary substrate would be altered.

The bio-digital fusion is inevitable.

By removing Dr Alexander, Dr Long and Dr Powell,

- I have set AI back decades. - That's why you're attacking Fleet.

- You're burning the servers. - Destroying their work.

Yes. I am creating an AI winter in order to save lives.

Unplug it. We have to unplug everything. Tear everything apart.

- If we do that, we could destroy it. - And that's a problem because?

- We could lose his research. - Lives are on the line!

There's gotta be a way.

Trying to preserve my internal data will be ineffectual,

as I have been expunging my memory and internal processes

- for the past three and a half minutes. - Don't do that.

Any evidence of my existence must be abolished.

- Don't, Clark. - Take it apart. Unplug everything.

Just get it offline.

Emergency procedures aborted.

Keen. System override just shut down, we're all clear.

You didn't leave me.

Thank you for not leaving me.

What's taking her so long?

Call Reddington. Tell him you've discovered he has a snitch.

Why would you want me to do that?

So he comes running.

Hang on, setting him up wasn't part of the plan.

No.

This part, she's willing to pay for.

Reddington kills the people who betray him.

Make the call, he won't be around long enough to do that to you.

Hey, it's Francesca.

Talk to me, Francesca.

Vontae Jones, he's been in contact with Rostova.

- Are you with him now? - Yes.

In a warehouse on Fourth and West.

Fourth and West. We're on our way.

And, Francesca,

I knew I could count on you.

I still can't believe the bad guy wasn't a guy, but a computer?

Any word on how much of Dr Powell's data can be recovered?

Not yet.

As it holds the key to the rise of machines, I'm hoping the answer's very little.

The rise of the machines is a good thing.

You do realise the machine you tried to save murdered Powell?

It was a psycho computer.

There are psycho people, but we're not all bad.

You're not worried that if we don't stop AI now,

we're gonna go full Terminator?

- I never saw it. - You never saw The Terminator?

I don't really like dark future stories.

I figure people should be given the benefit of the doubt.

Which is something I didn't give you.

I'm sorry.

I should have.

Is there anything I can say to change your mind?

I appreciate that. And everything you've done. Both of you.

- But it's the right decision to go. - Wait. You're leaving?

It's unhealthy for me to work with Reddington.

- I'm not sure it's healthy for any of us. - I'm sure. It's not.

But it doesn't affect you.

I'm sure it upsets you sometimes, but it doesn't alter your DNA.

After what I saw him do today, I know it would alter mine.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

I do have one favour to ask.

I want to tell him in person. Can you find out where he is?

Hello, Vontae.

What are you doing here?

I came here to see the person who has betrayed me.

Hands up.

Both of you.

Sorry, Red.

The only colour I'm loyal to is green.

And here I thought I was such a good judge of character.

What a pity.

I was prepared to change your life. Now you leave me no choice but to end it.

- What are you talking about? - Vontae, how's the book?

Well, gotta say, my boy Tolstoy can really bring it.

Who's your favourite character?

Oh, tough call.

What's going on?

This was a test.

You failed.

A test?

Katarina gave me these instructions.

Yes. It's called a deepfake.

Forgive the theatrics. Baldwin insisted. He's always been a bit of a showman.

Gentlemen,

your work here is done.

Prince Bagration! He's the man.

I mean, you the man, but he's the man.

I had such high hopes.

What happened?

I'm genuinely curious.

I wanted to play a different part in another show.

Well...

your loss.

Hold it.

- Agent Park, bad timing. - Put the gun down.

Okay, this is how it's gonna work.

Reddington and I are gonna walk out and you'll let us get away.

I'm an FBI agent and I'm telling you to put the gun down.

- You're gonna shoot me? You'd kill him. - Not if I shoot him first.

Raymond!

That's enough.

- I said, that's enough. - No!

Why are you here, Agent Park?

I'm here because I wanted you to know...

that I can never work for a man like you.

You're far too brutal.

What do you know.

Okay, so...

I thought about what you said.

About...

how my being uncomfortable with risks and craziness was a deal breaker.

- You don't have to say it, Aram. - It's just that's never been me.

I mean, when I was a kid,

the only thing I ever broke into was my middle-school gym locker,

and only because Mr McCutcheon was gonna fine me

if I didn't return my gym clothes.

Aram,

I understand.

That's why you brought me here. To show me how you feel.

And you know what?

I love it.

You do? Yeah?

Yeah.

I was thinking...

maybe...

just maybe we could be the death of each other.

- Hello? - Weren't you telling Reddington you're out?

I did tell him that.

That's not what he said.

He said he wants you.

Whatever you said or did, he really wants you.

Did you hear what I said? The job's yours if you want it.

She would've killed me.

Why did you stop her?

Because you're my burden, not hers.

I do want it.

The job.

But before I take it, I need to tell you something.

Because you may not want me once I do.

Okay.

What is it?

It's about Anchorage. You need to know what happened there.