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Thanks.

Put that on my tab.

Be right back.

No strings attached. You just look
like you're having a tough night.

Thank-- Thank you.

Lippinger-Carter, right?

You looked familiar.
I've seen you in the elevator.

Yeah.

-Marketing.
-Portfolio management.

-Which is what exactly?
-Boring.

-Do you mind if I--?
-No.

I have to warn you.
I am not very good company.

No problem.

And if you're looking for a good bridge
to jump off, I know all the best.

Roosevelt's closest.

Yeah, but Key Bridge is
so much more picturesque.

-I'm Joe.
-I'm Philomena.

Wait. Did anyone see us?

No, we're good.

Wait. Wait. This is stuck.

What happened?

Kaplan.

-I thought--
-I was dead. I know.

The reports were greatly exaggerated.

A Katai Fellowship.
You do realize how prestigious that is.

-When's the meeting?
-This afternoon.

Panabaker's here,
and she does not look happy.

Samar was nominated
for a Katai Fellowship.

No kidding. That is so fantastic.

We should see what she wants.

-She can't hate me forever, right?
-That depends. Define "forever."

Eighty-six bodies
at an ice rink in Reston.

An anonymous tipster claims
every one of them...

...is a former associate or competitor
of Reddington.

-Yeah? And?
-Eighty-six bodies, Agent Ressler.

-Eighty-six.
-Wasn't it our idea to...

...paper a deal with the most dangerous
criminal in the western hemisphere.

That decision was made
by Diane Fowler.

Please, Harold. Is that the "just following
orders" card I hear slapping the felt?

It wasn't my idea to be put in charge.

Ressler was chasing after Reddington
for years to put him behind bars.

-Keen has had her life turned inside out.
-I sympathize. Really, I do.

But we've got a political hurricane
on our hands.

And everybody is heading
to the storm cellar.

And if they connect those bodies to you,
Main Justice will cut ties and disavow.

The A.G. has fast-tracked
an investigation into the bodies.

Way I hear it, man in charge on the
case is as wild as a peach orchard hog.

Oh, what a stink.

That stink--

That stink is the smell of injustice.

These people aren't victims.
They worked with Reddington.

What's that supposed to mean, exactly?
That their wives didn't love them?

That their kids don't miss them?

That their murders
should go unsolved?

Is that what you're saying,
"Officer Winchell"?

You're messing with me, right?

No.

I ain't messing with you.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Officer Winchell.

Special Agent Julian Gale.

Now I'm gonna need some space.

Everybody, I want this site cleared.

Yes, you. Let's go.
All of you, come on. Let's go.

Everyone out.

Thank you. And goodbye.

Sorry.

This is all my fault.

Excuse me. Carl?

Sorry to bother you at work. Ethan Begby.
Sheriff gave me your name and address.

-Sheriff?
-No, no. Nothing like that.

I'm looking for my Aunt Kate.

I understand you picked her up
along the highway a few months ago.

Apparently, someone happened to...

...spot her in your truck
and mention it to the sheriff.

She said her name was Sheila.

I was afraid of that.
We think she was in an accident.

We found her car in a ravine
along with her medication.

Sweet as pie, Kate.

And still fairly sharp
when she's on her meds.

But without those pills--

My ma had dementia
before cancer got her.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
It's a terrible, terrible thing.

The whole family's been
frantic since she disappeared.

-She was okay last I saw her.
-Yes?

Where was that exactly?

Good afternoon. I'd like to inquire
about one of your previous guests.

-And you are?
-Officer Simmons, state police.

I can always tell.

Must be something in the voice.
So, what can I do you for, sir?

I'm looking for a woman traveling alone.
She's gone missing.

And all evidence indicates she...

...may have stayed here
on the night of November 10th.

-I'm hoping you have some record.
-Yeah.

All right, let's see here.

Yes, Sheila Barker.
Five nights. She paid cash.

-Room four.
-I need to look at that room.

Your life as you know it is over, Joe.

But I'm gonna give you
the chance I was denied.

All you have to do is walk away.
Leave Raymond Reddington.

I won't betray him.

The answer is no.

The person who unearthed the bodies
goes by the name of Mr. Kaplan.

She's Reddington's cleaner
and one of his closest confidants.

Why is she at war with him?

-Ressler.
-I got two questions for you.

One, what are you working on.
And two, can it get reassigned?

-Gale?
-Donny.

"Reassigned"? I didn't even
know you were still with the Bureau.

Yeah. I mean,
I had to step away for a bit...

...but I'm back.

I'm standing in the middle of
a freezing cold ice-skating rink...

...surrounded by 86 corpses.

The Bureau wanted me
to connect them to Reddington.

I called to see if
you want to work together.

-I don't know.
-What do you mean you don't know?

Did you not hear?
I'm talking about Reddington.

Look, I heard what you said.
I'm just--

I'm just in the middle of something.

Okay. Well, does it involve
bringing down Reddington?

-Not exactly.
-Well, then it's not important.

Do me a favor. Think about it.

Actually, no. Don't think about it...

...and get your ass down here
so we can finally finish what we started.

Everything okay?

No, it's not.

That was the peach-orchard hog.
The name's Julian Gale.

We worked together on that Reddington
task force. He asked me to join him.

Maybe you should. Keep up
with the investigation. Stay a step ahead.

You don't need me to
stay one step ahead...

...because I'll tell you right now
what he's gonna find. The truth.

What must be known eventually...

...should be known immediately.

-Yeah.
-Raymond?

We have a problem.
Peracchio has been arrested.

What? How?

Trussed like a tom turkey and dumped
in front of the 9th precinct.

A detailed financial statement
tying him to you pinned to his chest.

It seems Kate has
started her endgame.

Pull the fire alarm, Marvin.
Let the others know. Go to ground.

-Got it.
-That includes you.

Wherever you are, leave.
Assume you've been made.

I didn't just get born, Raymond.
I've been at large for two years now.

You're not safe. Nobody is.

I'll be in touch.

There something else
I can help you with?

You're entirely too helpful.

I wanna hear those tapes.

I'm not some type of sicko, you know?

People fascinate me.

I'm not here to judge.
I just need to hear Sheila's tape.

She was a peculiar one, a real loner.

Hardly a word from her all day,
and then she'd cry like a baby in her sleep.

I'd get it all because
the recorders are voice-activated.

If you'll give me a minute, sir.

Hello, I'm staying at the Pine Needle
Motor Court. Do you deliver this way?

No, no service today.
I only need a few clean towels, please.

-Thank you for coming, miss...?
-Please, call me Philomena.

Please, call me Philomena.

She uses a mononym, "Philomena."

This woman has elevated the rickety
practice of bounty-hunting...

...to a sort of performance art.

One of the most effective ways
to retrieve an unwilling target...

...is to slip under their radar,
get close and make a friend.

That's where Philomena shines.

Sorry to interrupt, but Agent Keen told
us about Mr. Kaplan, and I need to ask.

Is it true you shot her
because she tried to help Keen...

...and her family escape
to a normal life?

Yes.

Unfortunately, Mr. Kaplan's efforts ran
counter to her intended consequence.

Mr. Kaplan has told the authorities
about the ice rink.

-The bodies.
-They've ordered an investigation.

-I'm sure they have.
-This is a real problem.

We're talking about 86 bodies.

Not an innocent bystander
in the bunch, Harold.

Still, 86. I suppose it's lucky they
haven't started popping up overseas.

Still, in all, the problem we're talking
about, Harold, is a political one.

Rest assured, your government will...

...sweep this whole tawdry mess
under a rug.

Providing we continue
to deliver the goods on my list.

So Philomena.

After studying her subject
for weeks or even months...

...and acquiring whatever skills
she might need along the way...

...Philomena enters her target's life...

...as if by mere coincidence
or accident.

Oh, my God.

-Are you all right?
-Yeah. I think so.

-No, don't move.
-No, it's okay. It's okay. I'm fine.

-Oh, my God.
-I'm okay.

At least let me pay
for the damage to your bike.

Let's just exchange information. Okay?

Philomena's patience and subtlety
are what make her so credible.

And you think Mr. Kaplan
hired her to kidnap your finance guy?

Joe Peracchio, yes.
And if my instincts are correct...

...she's going after
more of my people right now.

I'm off to see an individual who
I believe also employed her services.

I suggest that you start at the bar
where Peracchio was last seen.

Navabi, see what you can
find at the abduction site.

-Keen, go with Reddington.
-So I got a babysitter now.

I haven't had a babysitter
since Brenda Gilroy.

My God, potpies, Lawrence Welk--

Bath time with Brenda's still
my perfect Saturday night.

-Excellent. Excellent.
-Can I help you?

Yes, congratulations,
Congressman Edelstein.

Aaron's going to make you
and your wife very, very proud.

-Do we know you?
-Howard Klein, the Swidlow bris?

It's okay.
Just consider me a fellow traveler.

One who understands
and appreciates...

...the importance of
strong family bonds...

...and the critical role
these milestones play in forging them.

Yes, of course. It's the small things.

Like bricks in a fortress.

And well worth defending, by the way,
or hiring someone to defend.

Like a Philomena for instance.

Can you give us a moment?

Who the hell are you?

You engaged Philomena to compromise
a certain tennis instructor...

...at the Town and Country
Racquet Club...

...who was carrying on a long-term
fervid affair with your wife.

Thereby preserving your marriage
for this happy occasion.

His name was Chip.
What kind of name is that, "Chip"?

Short for something?
"Chipper"? "Chipwick"?

What do you want? Money?

All I want is to know the means
by which you contacted Philomena.

Consider it a mitzvah.

There's a place on 29th,
Randy's Boot Emporium.

You go to the repair counter in the back
and ask for ticket 652.

After you've been vetted,
if you're cleared, you'll get a call.

Sir, Mr. Reddington was right.

Twenty seconds after he left,
the owner made a call.

I'm tracing it now, but the root package
is hidden within layers of encryption.

D.C. Metro found Peracchio's car
abandoned in Adams Morgan.

There's not much to go on, but they did
find traces of cement powder on the mat.

-Cement powder?
-It was mixed with copper.

Which indicates the powder
was transferred from...

...an active construction site.

Dispatch ERT to gather samples
from construction sites...

...starting where they recovered the car,
fanning out from there.

I'll do it. Navabi has her interview
for the Katai Fellowship today.

How could I forget. Good luck.
They'd be lucky to have you.

-Special Agent Donald Ressler.
-Nice to see you too, Julian.

Get the hell out of here.
Good to see you.

-By the way, you're welcome.
-For what?

-Inviting me to the morgue?
-For what?

For yanking you away from what the
Bureau's got you on to do real work.

Remember the leads
we used to have on Reddington...

...that would just evaporate every time
some person of interest would vanish?

Guess what. They're all here.

They're no longer missing persons.

Eighty-six bodies.

What do you think that means?

Eighty-six active
homicide investigations.

You remember Tiger Branson, right?

Lou Capote?

-Junior--
-Wallace.

Jesus, these are guys
that we all tried to turn.

Guys that we got killed.

Look, Don.

This is our chance to wash
the blood off our hands.

We're not gonna get Reddington
with the Lou Capotes of the world.

These are just scumbags
nobody cares about.

Ladies, can I have a second?
Thank you.

Agent Ressler,
I'd like for you to meet...

...the former head of the Criminal Division
of the Justice Department.

-Miss Diane--
-Fowler.

Miss Diane Fowler.
This, these bodies...

...they're a big, wet kiss
on the mouth.

I don't know who the kiss is from,
but whoever it is...

...they obviously want Reddington's head
as badly as we do.

I didn't think that was possible.
I wanna show you something else.

-Tell me, how's Tom?
-He's having a hard time actually.

Is he?

Finding out truths about
who you really are is never easy.

-How's Agnes?
-She's amazing.

May I come up and see her?

-If you'll do something for me.
-Name it.

When I thought you killed
Mr. Kaplan, I felt responsible.

Not just responsible, I felt complicit.

It wasn't about you.
She made her choice. Her, not you.

Yes, but she did it for me.

Can't you see that if you hurt her,
you are hurting me?

I will help you stop her,
but I will not let you hurt her.

Now I need you to look me in the eye
and tell me you won't harm her.

I can't do that, Elizabeth.

Then you can't come up.

I haven't laid eyes on Agnes
since the night I helped you escape.

So big.

Whatever are you feeding her?

You risked your life for our family,
and he shot you for it.

He shot you.

I can never make that right, but I can
protect you. I can keep you safe.

That would mean
I'd have to take you into custody.

You are safe.

You are loved.

You are wise.

Where did you hear those words? I--

I know those words.

Yes, dear, you know them because...

...I said them to you many times a day
when you were a baby.

That can't be true.

Regular affirmations
build a child's self-confidence.

You're proof of that.

It's no surprise you don't remember,
with all you've been through.

You and I were very close once.

You know me as "Katya."

I was your nanny.

I don't believe you.

Your mother hired me to care for you.

I promised her that
I would defend you with my life.

The reason I'm telling you this now is so
that you'll listen to me when I beg you.

Walk away.

I gave the authorities enough
to put him away forever.

But you and your team must disavow
any knowledge of the task force.

So, you served Reddington
up on a silver platter to the FBI.

-You did that for me?
-Not you, Elizabeth.

I've already failed you.

I did it for Agnes.

I can protect my own daughter just fine,
thank you.

Like you did today?

What if I was one of Raymond's enemies
that would do anything to get at him?

Please...

...do what your mother never had
the courage to do until it was too late.

Walk away from Raymond.

-Hello?
-Bronwyn, hi. It's Alexa.

I'm the one who hit you with my car.

Oh, yeah, right.

My insurance agent
would kill me for calling...

...but I need to know that you're okay.

I'm okay, thanks.

-Did you see a doctor yet?
-Didn't need to.

No, you-- You can't be too careful
with head injuries.

No, I-- Really. I wasn't hurt.

Okay.

Well...

...if it's a matter of money,
maybe I could help out?

Hello?

Bronwyn?

-It's just--
-What's wrong?

My husband--

My ex-husband, I--

I left him, and we're in a custody battle.
He's trying to steal my little girl...

...and if he found out
that I caused an accident--

Honey, you were on a bicycle.

I should've been more careful.

No, I just need to keep my job
and my head above water.

What can I do? Just tell me.

I mean, you could just--

Just forget about me.
Just forget about the accident.

I'm so sorry. I have to go.

Is it true?

-She was at my apartment.
-What did she want?

Clear shot at Reddington.

-That won't happen.
-She knows that. It's more of wish.

-A hope to protect Agnes.
-I got a hit on the trace.

Payphone by a construction site
in Anacostia.

There are vacant warehouses
all around that area.

Could be our blacklister.

-I'm rolling out there now.
-Let's do it.

Hey.

So, what's all this?

Diane Fowler's living room.

It was catalogued,
crated and stored in evidence.

Seems the Bureau spares no expense
for their leadership.

We're gonna reconstruct
the whole scene.

We're gonna dissect it
until we find what we need.

This is extreme, even for you.

I'm just getting warmed up.

Are you working on
anything related to Reddington?

Is anybody?

You ever get a satisfactory answer...

...as to why the task force
was disbanded by the Bureau?

Why, all the sudden, everyone
just gave up from minute to the next?

You didn't, did you?

Well, he flipped.

Nobody's looking for Reddington
because he already turned himself in.

That-- That right there,
what you just said, is why I love you.

-Because you're a crazy son of a bitch.
-Yeah. What can I say? I'm here to amuse.

He turned himself in.

That-- That's good.

With you down for the count
the last few days...

...I've felt the consequences
of your absence on my soul.

So, you bought me shoes?

No, no, no. Not now.

They're not shoes.

It's a parting gift.

I don't understand, Raymond.

Most of my associates
are under the impression that...

...once I've granted them a favor,
they're indebted to me for life.

But it's a false assumption.

They're indebted to me
because I make them a lot of money.

They're loyal to me
because I've earned it.

It's good business.

But at the end of the day, it's...

...just business.

In service of what?

Safety? Security?

Health and well-being
of the ones we love?

Well, I really only have one friend.

You're my friend.

And I--

I misjudged you in a way that no...

...apology can suffice.

I'm ashamed of that.

I want you to...

...keep that box,
and on the day you decide to leave--

I'm not going to leave.

But you can.

At any point of your own choosing,
I'll insist that you do.

No questions asked,
no debts accrued...

...with our friendship intact
and flourishing.

For we'll have new lands to discover.

Not as coworkers, but as cohorts.

Whether it's today, or tomorrow
or 10 years from now...

...that's when you open the box.

FBI.

Move.

All right.

I wonder how long
she's been staying here.

"Alexa Feist."

And who might you be?

Missing a brown, leather chair.
Like that one. They were sold as a pair.

It's clearly where Fowler was sitting
when she was shot.

It's easier to throw out than to clean.

They didn't find any trace evidence?

No, and therein lies the tale.

There was no unaccounted for DNA.

It all belonged to Fowler and to Teacup,
her-- Her dog.

Watch out,
Pomeranian's have tiny bladders.

Now this chair.
No hairs, no fiber, no DNA.

No nothing.
I mean, we're talking antiseptic.

Obviously, cleaned by a professional.

So the killer sits here...

...directly across from the victim.

You're the dirty rat, Diane.

Woah, woah, woah, hey.

Relax, Donnie.

Come on.

All right, now the turntable
was scrubbed of DNA...

...so was the record that was on it.

Gordon Lightfoot, "Sundown."

So, what are you suggesting?
Reddington put on music...

-...after killing a woman in cold bold?
-No.

The evidence suggests it.

In addition,
a path was cleared of DNA...

...from the killer's chair,
across the floor to that window.

Now that window pane
was cleaned at a center height of 5'10".

-Reddington's height.
-Let's take that to a judge.

I'm not saying we have enough
to hang the guy.

I'm saying that we're--

We're closing in.

I know the truth, Red.

Do you think she's setting him up?

Who?

His cleaner.

Why'd you just say "she"?

It fits Reddington's profile.

He's extremely comfortable
in the company of women.

-Guy's a gentleman, he's old-fashioned.
-Since when do you profile, Donnie?

I mean...

...you might be right, but....

So he shoots Fowler,
he comes over here...

...and he stares out the window.

He's listening to "Sundown."

Strum of the guitar, the voice of a man
who's seen too much sorrow.

You know, there is a chance this music
was on before Reddington got here.

And I think you're right,
I think the cleaner is a woman.

Comes here, she cleans the turntable.

She cleans the album.

But did she clean this?

The record-cleaning brush.

It's full of prints.

Well, partner...

...we're finally gonna nail Reddington.

A skinny mocha latte.

I'm not stalking you, I swear.
Well, I kind of am.

-I need to talk to you for a minute.
-How'd you know where I work?

You were wearing the shirt
when I hit you.

-Listen.
-No.

I know it's hard
to be a young, working mother.

No, no, this is just temporary. You know,
to show the courts I have a stable job.

-I'm going back to school.
-My point exactly.

To be doing all that alone
and fighting a spiteful husband in court...

...you need help.
My brother's a trial attorney.

Like, born with a silver tongue.

Said he'd consider helping you
as a favor to me.

Will you just meet with him?

Yeah. That would be amazing.

What's with the long face?

We pulled a print off
the Fowler crime scene.

-Reddington's?
-Possibly.

If it is, it ties him to her murder.

-Haven't run it yet.
-And you don't know if you should.

No, I know I should, but if I do...

...this could end,
and we might end up in jail.

Remember that number?
Alexa Feist?

-Did she finally answer?
-No, but I looked into who she is...

...PTA, rotary club.

Pure vanilla. Why would Philomena
be involved with her?

Well, she isn't interested in her.
She's interested in her brother.

Alex Feist's maiden name's "Gerard."

-As in Marvin Gerard.
-Reddington's lawyer.

Kaplan's using Philomena
to go after his closest allies.

Marvin...

...this is Bronwyn,
the woman I was telling you about.

Open the door.

Yeah, okay.

-Reddington.
-What's going on?

Marvin Gerard
is Philomena's next target.

She's pulling him out of hiding using
his sister. We're headed to her place.

No, first secure Marvin.

I'll call to alert him you're coming.
Once he's safe, you see to the sister.

Write down this address.

Look, I can't represent you in court...

...but I can draft up some briefs
that you can bring to any attorney.

And your ex-husband,
he won't know what hit him.

Wow, I don't-- I can't thank you enough.
Both of you. I mean--

It's the least I can do
after what I put you through.

If you're gonna get hit by a car,
you can't do much better than my sister.

She's been taking in
wounded animals her whole life.

Yeah. That's what I hear.

I thought you two just met?

-Hello?
-You've been targeted, Marvin.

Our people are on their way.

-Until they arrive, don't let anyone in.
-Marvin.

-Too late.
-Hang up.

-I'm so sorry.
-Alexa, this is not your fault.

She's a professional.

This is what she does.

Look, I will do whatever you want.
Just let my sister go.

Well, that's good
because I'm only here for you.

Hold it to your neck.

-FBI. Hands up.
-Clear.

-Clear.
-Clear.

Here.

My brother, she took him.

-How long ago?
-Ten minutes.

-Did you see what she was driving?
-She drove me here.

-A green SUV, gray interior.
-Did you see the license plate?

-Any identifying marks?
-No.

There was a barcode sticker
on my side window.

It's a rental. The barcode's for
scanning the vehicle in and out.

We found a local company
that rented a green SUV...

...to a woman with her description.

Does the vehicle have
a GPS system we can track?

The rental company already enabled
the stolen-vehicle recovery feature for us.

We've tracked the target
heading south on 210.

Agents Keen and Navabi are en route.

That's her.

Don't move.

-Hands in the air.
-There's no one there.

On your knees.

Gerard.

Where's Marvin Gerard?

Hello, Marvin.

I wish I could say
it was good to see you.

Tell me how I can find Kaplan.

-You're not leaving until I know.
-Why you worried about her?

I mean, she's doing your job for you.
Going after Reddington.

I'm trying to protect her.

Sure you are.

Nothing?

No stream of invectives?
No mediation offers?

-Perhaps a lecture on criminal ethics?
-What's the point?

I'm looking at a dead woman.

I've been underestimated before.

Why the hell didn't you run?

You survived a gunshot to the head.

Lord knows how.

That's the mother-loving lottery
right there.

Take your ticket,
and board a jet plane, sister.

Why come back to this cesspool?

To clean it up.

You think, maybe, you're taking this
whole cleaner concept a bit too far?

Look, it's pretty simple. Either we find
Kaplan first or Reddington does.

Who do you think
she stands a better chance with?

Put yourself in my shoes.

How could I possibly believe that
you wanna protect Kaplan?

Because I just found out
Kate Kaplan held me as a baby.

I'm not cleaning Raymond's mess.

I'm taking responsibility for my own.

I enabled him, Marvin. You did too.

He used us.

That's an alternative truth.

I provide Reddington with a service,
for which I am very well-compensated.

He takes care of me.

Does he?

He forced the FBI to release you
from prison a week before your parole.

So you could become his accomplice and
help him escape during a police standoff.

You had a new fiancée at the time.
A whole life waiting.

What do you have now, Marvin?

Alone.

On the run till you die?

Unless you help yourself.

I'm not turning
state's evidence against him.

No way.

I'm sorry to hear that, Marvin.

I'm so honored that
you could meet me here.

-Just to be considered--
-Katai Fellowships are designed...

...to groom members of
law enforcement...

...to become policy leaders
on a broader scale.

Now you've written extensively about
Islamophobia in law enforcement.

As a female and a Muslim,
you've got a unique perspective on this...

-...perceived issue.
-I do.

Enough to know that
it's not a perception, it's a reality.

I'm sorry. You know what I mean.

No, I don't.

People are afraid.

Because their leaders
tell them they should be.

But since 9/11, 180,000 people have
died from gun violence in this country.

Only 94 have been killed
by Muslim terrorists.

That is what I would call
a perceived issue.

I won't apologize for being passionate.

Nor would I ask you to.

Tell me about growing up in Iran.

And?

Didn't match.

-What?
-The print. It's not Reddington's.

That's impossible.

Did they run it through AFIS?

Yeah. The unsub wasn't in the system.

Well, there you have it.

The system's rigged.

-What are you talking about?
-The system's rigged by Reddington...

...for Reddington.

It's the only explanation.
I mean, he's got somebody on the inside.

-You said so yourself.
-I was kidding.

Well, I'm not.

What about that fed
he went on the run with?

The one you hunted.

That's our next move.

We start with Elizabeth Keen.

She finally turned.

Kaplan's headed to Vienna.

Springtime in Vienna.

The markets are a bit crowded,
but the flowers. Oh, my gosh.

A simple walk
to the U-bahn is full of glory.

-I'll let you two talk.
-Like hell. Stay put.

I'm contacting Homeland Security.
Then we'll come up with an action plan.

Together.

Excellent work, Agent Keen.

How'd you do it?

How'd you change the fingerprint?

-The fingerprint?
-Don't play dumb.

The one Gale and Ressler found that
connects you to Diane Fowler's death.

I assure you, I know nothing of it.

I heard about the fingerprints.

-You did the right thing.
-Yeah, I know.

I sent the prints in.

Your guess is as good as mine
why they came back negative.

You think he has someone
at the Bureau in his pocket?

I don't know, maybe.

But what I do know
is that working with Gale--

I mean, the guy's an inspiration
and never lets anything slide, ever.

Kind of reminds me
of the way I used to be.

The Reven Wright case.

Laurel Hitchen murdered her.

I know that in my bones, and I'm not
gonna let this go until I can prove it.

-Navabi.
-Congratulations, Agent Navabi.

I'm pleased to inform you the board
has selected you for the fellowship.

That's--

Thank you so much.
I don't know what to say.

No thanks necessary.
Expect, perhaps to Agent Mojtabai.

He was the one who
recommended you.

Agent Mojtabai?

Yes, he sang your praises
quite convincingly.

Is this your way of appeasing me?
With this fellowship?

I know you nominated me.

-Because you'd be perfect--
-Well, I got it.

-That's amazing.
-I turned it down.

I have wanted this for years.
You never nominated me before.

I catch you in a lie, and all of a sudden,
you think I deserve it?

-You do.
-Well, I deserved it a year ago.

And the year before that.

As we've explained to your counsel, the
Bureau will protect you and your family.

As long as you cooperate fully.

Now let's start from the beginning.

Why don't you tell us how
you first met Raymond Reddington.

Welcome to Milan.

How long to Vienna?

We'll be there in eight hours.

Wake me in seven and a half.

No problem.

-What are you doing here?
-Looking for you.

You should be resting.

I'm tired of resting.

We should find Kate.

Okay.

Let's get some supper first.