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4:00 a.m, really?

Hey.

Gosh, I hope
I haven't woken you.

No, I wish you'd woken me.

That would mean I would have
been sleeping,

but I don't remember
sleep anymore.

Early even for you, Raymond.

Sorry to disturb you,
Harold.

I'm afraid I have something
that just can't wait.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

This better be important.

It's very important.

How fast can you get here?

F-Fast.
I'm kind of already dressed.

Although I think
I should probably change.

It's okay, I'm awake.

I'm studying algebra
so I can help Agnes
with her homework.

Well, you'll have to put off

your middle-school studies
for now, Harold.

I need you
to be here for this.

All of you.

What do you mean by "here"?

This better be good.

I assure you, I wouldn't have
disturbed you all

at this ungodly hour
if the circumstances
weren't dire.

What's going on, Raymond?

I just left
a meeting with a friend

who prefers his cocktails
before dawn.

Something about keeping
the ghosts of his
ex-wives at bay.

But his twilight tipples also
have the added advantage

of loosening the tongues
of his drinking companions

as alcohol's effects
on the human brain

are two to three times
greater after midnight.

So my friend hears many things,
some rumor, some not,

but this morning
he put me onto
something truly sensational.

Anyone here heard
of the Friedman Report?

No, should we have?

No,
I wouldn't think so.

It's a top-secret Air Force
intelligence report

of great sensitivity.

My friend was told
the Friedman Report
is going to be stolen.

He didn't know where,
only that it will happen today.

What is
the Friedman Report?

Its subject is this country's
nuclear arsenal,

which has seen better days.

There are hundreds of
underground missile silos

scattered across
the midwest and west.

A lot of them neglected
and unloved.

Some in such urgent need
of repair

that they're susceptible
to sabotage.

The Friedman Report outlines
the security faults

and weaknesses
of each decrepit silo
in detail.

If that intel falls
into the wrong hands...

America's nukes could be
turned against us.

Theoretically speaking.

Who's trying to
steal the report?

I'm hoping you all
can figure that out.

All good, Joker?
Same deal as in Santa Anita.

Sounds good.

-Ace, do we have the...
-Right here.

What's our timing
on this one?

- In and out in 10 minutes.
- Let's go.

Where'd you
get this tip?

From whom exactly?

I'm really not at liberty
to say.

You know, for once,
why don't you just tell us

what's in it for you?

This is a win
for the task force.

Nothing more.

So, the clock
is already ticking.

I'll leave the situation
in your capable hands.

I wish you luck.

And, please,
do keep me updated.

Ah!

May I?

Take as many as you'd like.

Eh, just the one will do,
thank you.

The shade of gray
on these walls...

I don't think I've ever seen
that precise shade

anywhere else.

It's called Anvil Gray.

I checked a color wheel.
I get bored.

Ah!

I feel like we don't
say this enough,

but that man
is just so strange.

That he is, but if
his intel's for real,
we need to act fast.

Dembe, Ressler, get to
the Office of the Director
of National Intelligence.

Let them know
the Friedman Report
is under threat.

- Find it and secure it.
- On our way.

But stay sharp.

Siya's right.
Reddington seems off.

Well, he's always off.

Still, for safety's sake,
just expect the unexpected.

Jonathan, come on in.
I bought you a coffee.

New place on 13th,
it'll change your life.

Have a seat.
Come on.

I'm... I'm...
I'm not your pal.

I'm not asking you to be.

But I do need your help.

Yet, by helping you,
I am betraying my friend.

And I'd probably
be dead by now

if it wasn't
for Donald Ressler.

I'm sure
he's an excellent sponsor.

He's also working
with Raymond Reddington

or else Reddington's
working him.

I haven't quite
figured it all out.

Which is why I need you.

I was right, wasn't I?

You found out Ressler

was connected
to Elizabeth Keen,

who went on the run
with Reddington?
It doesn't prove anything.

No, but it raises doubts
and suspicions.

A federal judge has seen enough
to agree with me.

She granted a warrant for
a wiretap on Ressler's phone.

Well, if... If...
If you do have a warrant,

then why do you need me?

I mean, can't...
Can't the FBI

or some other
law enforcement agency

tap Don's phone themselves?

It's not that simple.

Ressler's task force
operates under deep cover.

Nobody at the DOJ
even knows it exists,

except maybe the FBI Director
and the AG.

If we alert him
to what's going on here,

they may be incentivized
to protect their people.

This has to be done
surgically.

You mean
by preying on the bond

between two
recovering addicts.

Listen, there are
two possibilities here.

One, this is all
a terrible misunderstanding

and I'm chasing
a decent guy.

I really hope that's true
because the other possibility

is that a decorated FBI agent
is secretly working

for the world's
most wanted man.

We won't know either way
until you get me proof.

-What's this?
-That is millions in DARPA
research funds

direct from the NSA.

Ressler will have
an FBI-issued cellphone,

un-tappable
by conventional means.

But if you unlock
Ressler's phone
and plug that in,

in seconds,
it'll upload a software

that'll activate a tap.

You expect me
to get my hands

on Don's cellphone
and unlock it?

You'll find a way.

If Ressler
is in over his head

the way I think he is,

you'll be doing him
a favor.

Jammer's up.

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty
to discuss the Friedman Report.

You don't have the clearance.

I'm sorry, ma'am,
but there's no time to waste.

We know the report is about
vulnerable missile silos.

And it could be used
to facilitate an attack

against our nuclear arsenal.

How... How did you...

You need to tell us everything
you know about this report

because we have
credible information

that it's about
to be stolen.

- That's impossible.
- -A high-level asset informed us

that the report is currently
exposed and under threat.

Annie, would you please see

who last accessed
the Friedman Report?

Yes,
Madam Deputy Director.

You understand
that this report

is being treated
as a state secret.

The fact that you've even
heard of it...

General Friedman

checked out an encrypted
laptop last night.

The report's due to
the Joint Chiefs tomorrow,

and he wanted to do some
last-minute line editing.

So he took a top-secret
report home with him?

I guess that's becoming

quite the thing
these days, isn't it?

He's a four-star general
in the Air Force.

We couldn't just chain him
to his desk.

He likes to work at home,

and he's practically turned
his house into a fortress.

That may not be enough
to protect him.

I suggest you call
the general quickly.

His line is dead.

Alright, we need to get there
and secure the general.

My agents can handle that.
Annie...

Your agents can follow us
to his house.

Gentlemen, this is
above your pay grade.

ODNI is more than capable.

No, I'm sorry.
The general's address, now.

Target's internal
security feeds will now loop

the previous
10 seconds of footage.

We're ready to breach.

I can't believe
General Friedman

would take a top-secret
nuclear dossier home with him.

Reddington's intel
was spot on.

It's still going straight
to Friedman's voicemail?

Yes. We have to
assume the worst.

Perhaps a signal jammer?

Which means
that the thieves
are already in his house

or on their way in.

How else can we get an alert
to the general?

Not all
signal jammers block Wi-Fi.

We could try a video chat.

Do it.

-General Friedman.
-Who are you?

Agent Dembe Zuma, FBI.

We have intel that a team
of assailants

are trying to breach your home
to steal the Friedman Report.

-Wait, how do you know
about that?
-There's no time.

Do you have a secure place
in your house?

-Of course.
-Take the laptop
and get there now.

We are on our way.

He's going upstairs.

That'll be
the panic room.

Go on! Get out!
The FBI are on their way.

You're only gonna
get yourself killed.

Reddington, your friend
was right about that report.

Wonderful, I'm just
calling to check in.

A four-star general
took it home on
an encrypted laptop.

We just made contact.

The thieves
are inside his home,

but the general
has a panic room.

Ressler and Dembe
are five minutes out.

Excellent work, Harold.

Since everything seems to be
under control, I'll be off.

It's an abort.

-We're almost through here.
-Doesn't matter.

Bogeys on route.
Need to move now.

Heard.

You good on foot?

Don't worry about us,
Joker. Gun it.

See you
at the rendezvous point.

I'm alright.

I've been through worse,
much worse.

But we should be worried
about the report.

Well, the laptop is secure.

But the assailants
got away.

-Who were they?
-We don't know that
yet, sir.

How did you know they were
going to try to steal it

if you don't know
who they are?

-Well, our task force was
tipped off about the robbery.
-By whom?

By an asset
I can't identify.

Are you really gonna
make me remind you

of my clearance level

as a full general
in the US Air Force?

I'm sorry, General Friedman,
but I work for a task force

that operates
under special authority.

Now, what I want to know is

why these thieves
made a break for it

halfway through the robbery.

Any luck with
the security cameras?

They compromised
the system.

No footage for the past
half-hour.

But there is
some good news.

We canvassed the neighborhood,
turns out the general's

next-door neighbors
have security cameras, too.

Believe it or not, they just
installed them two days ago.

They won some sweepstakes
from a home-security company.

-Really?
-Once in a while,
things go our way, I guess.

My guys will send you
all the footage,

but I snapped a photo
of the feed, if it helps.

What do we got?

One of the perpetrators.

That's a pretty clean shot.

We might be able to pull
an ID from that.

The general said
our other suspect
is a female,

- African-American, about 25
with bleached-blonde hair.

Take that.

I'll coordinate
with the search team.

Hey, Jonathan,
what's up?

Uh, I...
I messed up, Don.

-Where are you?
-It... It's not that.

I... I haven't used. I...

I just... I don't...
I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

Just relax.

I'm winding down
something here at work,

but I can meet you
around noon for coffee.

Steinway Diner?

Yeah, I'll...
I'll be there.

When Jill said
I could move back in,

I was over the moon.

But then, once I did,
I started to notice

that things were different.

She was acting
differently around me,

you know, jumpier.

Yesterday, I caught her
hiding money from me.

And I... I blew up.

I could...
I couldn't help it.

I mean, clearly,
she doesn't trust me,

and that triggered me.

I yelled. She cried.

Two days ago we were
golden and today...

Do you want to use?

I, uh, well, it's the same
old story, right?

Like, rationally,
no, but subconsciously,

I feel like I am a hair away
from being out of control.

This is a setback.
But these things happen.

The most important thing is

that you don't let this turn
into a backslide.

Okay? Look, I've been there.

I'm sorry.
Can I get the check, please?

Sorry, I've got to get
back to work.

Big case.

Yeah, no, I...
I... I know how it is.

Um, b-b-before you go,
uh, h-how do I...

How do I deal with Jill?

Let me give you
some advice on women...

Like I'm some kind
of an expert.

All the cliches
are true.

All you've got to do
is talk to her.

Tell her how you feel
and communicate.

The rest will
take care of itself.

I should call her
right now.

-That's the idea.
-But she won't answer.

Not when she sees
it's my number.

Well, use my phone.

You're gonna regret it
if you don't.

Um, do you mind
if I, uh, step outside

for some, uh, privacy?

I'll pay the check.
I'll be out in a few.

Hey, did you get
ahold of her?

Uh, she didn't answer.

I... I left a message.

You did the right thing.

-Sorry I'm late.
-Not a problem.

Where are we?

Forensics swept
General Friedman's house,

but it was clean.

No DNA,
no fingerprints.

So Reddington doesn't have
any leads on who we're after?

None.
But we found one.

I cross-referenced
this image

with all criminal databases,
no luck.

But then I thought,
let's try state
and federal employees,

because I don't know how
they treat any of you
at the DMV,

but that is
a criminal enterprise
if there ever was one.

In any case, I got a hit.

Seymour Jacobson.

He works
at the Capitol Building.

I was hoping that it was
a congressman or something.

That'd be a story,
but, no, he's a janitor.

So the person
who broke into
Friedman's house

- works inside the US Capitol?
- -That's right.

I sent a team to his home,
but he's not there.

The place has been
totally emptied, cleared out.

When was the last time
anyone saw Jacobson?

Yesterday
at work, apparently.

I contacted
Capitol maintenance,

and they gave me access
to their security feeds.

We were just about
to review the footage.

This is the Capitol?

There are miles of hallways
under the building.

It's a rabbit warren
down there.

There's a dead spot
in the camera footage.

He hasn't come back yet.
Where is he?

Fast-forward the footage.

Forty minutes.

Where did he go
in all that time?

As Architect
of the Capitol,

it's my job to conduct
comprehensive background checks

on everyone we hire
to work maintenance.

I find it highly unlikely
that any of my employees

could be a thief.

Believe it or don't,
Mr. Rose.

The fact is Seymour Jacobson
broke into the home

of an Air Force
general this morning.

And a video your security team
sent over suggests

he's up to something curious
right here at the Capitol.

With a building
with this kind of security,

what surprises me is
that he disappeared

off-camera for 40 minutes.

The Capitol Building has 500
rooms and miles of corridors,

literally, some dead spots
are inevitable.

In any case,
whatever he was doing,
we'll soon find out.

-We're here now.
-Wait, that...

That door isn't visible

to any of
the security-camera angles.

-Huh.
-What do you mean, "Huh"?

I had no idea there was
a circuit-breaker room here.

I'm not down here much,
nobody is.

Are you sure
that's what it is?

-No.
-Do you have a key?

As I said, I've never
noticed this door,
let alone opened it.

You better get
somebody down here
who can open it.

Now.

...will be very
important, Madame Speaker.

I know that woman.

That's the US Ambassador
to the UK.

And she's talking to
the Speaker of the House.

And that's the Senate
Majority Leader.

The Senate
Majority Leader?

Is this live?

It sure looks that way.

I mean, they have surveillance
on half the politicians

in Washington here.

Oh, my God, this is...
I have to alert someone.

E-Everyone.

You're telling me
these people bugged

every room
in the Capitol complex?

Maybe not every room
but enough.

There are feeds coming out
of the offices

of every congressman,
senator,

the Federal
Judiciary Building.

Don't forget
what appears to be...

the deliberation room
for the Supreme Court.

It's a violation
of the very heart

of American political power.

If this makes headlines,
it'll be the biggest
thing since...

It'll be
the biggest thing.

Any idea
who's behind this?

We may have a way
to find out

if we can trace
the phone line

to this fax machine.

Would you look at that?

Did you say "fax machine"?

I don't know
whether it's part of
their operation

or a museum exhibit,

but, yeah, they have
a fax machine here.

The people behind the biggest
intelligence breach

in US history
are communicating by fax?

That's dope.

The machine looks like
it's from the late '90s.

I'm guessing.
I've never used one.

Does it have a button
labeled "last" or "memory"?

Yes, memory.

It worked.

The last fax sent was,
"Friedman Report will be

at Columbia Heights
address tonight."

If that fax came from here,
then the intel

on the Friedman Report
came from one of these bugs
within the Capitol.

Maybe Red
intercepted the fax.

Maybe there were no twilight
drinks with a friend who
fed him this case.

Voicemail.

Raymond's not picking up.

Well, the question is,

where was this message
being sent?

Whoever's on the other end
of this fax

is clearly who Jacobson
and his band of merry thieves

are reporting to.

We've got to track down
that number.

Thank you, Adam.

Good Lord.

Agent Ressler.

Deputy Director Rutherford,
we were just about to call you.

I'm sure you were.

Thankfully, Mr. Rose
was quicker on the uptake
and reported to us right away.

The Office of the Director
of National Intelligence

will be taking point on this.
You can go.

-But we have to determine...
-Now.

As you've all read
in your briefings,

we're here today because of
an unprecedented act of treason

against the United States.

A spy ring operating
within our very halls of power

has been watching and recording

the every move
of our leaders for...

Well, we're not entirely
sure how long.

Though the base of
the spy ring within the Capitol
has been shut down,

the sole identified
member of the ring,

Seymour Jacobson, is currently
a fugitive from justice.

We have no idea who instigated
this incursion,

nor what they've
done with the vitally
sensitive intelligence

they've collected.

The question facing us is
how do we react?

One thing's for certain,
this cannot leave this room.

Finding out who's behind
this extraordinary breach

begins with establishing

how the FBI learned
it was happening.

Assistant Director Cooper,
could you speak to that?

The information that led us
to room 417 originated
with an asset.

And who exactly
is this asset?

I can't reveal
that information.

Harold, I respect
your commitment

to protocol here,
but really.

I'm sorry, Margo, but we're
still working with our asset

to get to
the bottom of this.

Revealing that asset's identity
to anyone,

including the people
in this room,

would compromise
their ability to help us.

You have Seymour Jacobson
as a suspect to pursue.

My team is providing you
with this intel and more,

which you never would
have discovered on your own.

As you yourselves said,
it's up to the people
at this table

to decide what to do
with the intel.

For the time being,
my task force
will do everything

that we can to find out
who's responsible.

How long has Cooper been in
with the panel?

Over an hour.

Looking for answers
he doesn't have.

We need to help him
find some.

Raymond still isn't answering.

Somebody's bugged
the Capitol.

Whoever it is is connected
to the number at the top
of this fax.

Now, if we find out
where that number is,

maybe we can find them.

Oh, if they're still
communicating by fax,

we might try
a Steely Dan concert.

Maybe they think fax machines
are still hard to trace.

It's certainly been
tougher for us.

Herbie, have you contacted
the phone company

about the number
on the last fax?

That's the thing.
The number the fax was sent to

isn't operated
by the phone company.

In 2003, the company
sold the number

to an electromechanical
switchboard exchange.

I'm sorry, a what?

Uh, they used to be a thing.

Manual telephone exchanges

operating on
pre-digital technology.

They were common
in rural areas.

But when the Bell System
was broken up in the '80s,

almost all of them
were shut down.

Phone company rep told me
that this exchange

was one of the last left
in America.

The company
that owns it is called
Evelyn Strategies Inc.

Evelyn Strategies?

That name sounds familiar.

Did you get an address?

I got an address from when
Evelyn first incorporated,

but that was two decades ago.

It's right across the river
in Rosslyn.

139 North Ode Street,
Suite 602.

Looks like
an office complex.

The switchboard could be
long gone by now.

It's the only lead we have.
Let's roll out.

Evelyn Strategies.
602.

It's still here.

Same building
as a yoga studio.

Why keep office space
for outdated technology?

We'll soon find out.

This must be
the switchboard exchange.

A little worse
for the wear.

This one is
still powered up.

This fax was sent
from the Capitol.

Right after
the Friedman fax.

The numbers are the same.

So this is where
the Capitol spies

were sending their reports.

But all the other machines...

Look at the dial-up codes.

Plus 44, this fax
came from the UK.

Plus 49,
that's Germany.

Plus 7, Russia.

Here's Belgium.

-And mainland China.
-But what does it mean?

Room 417 wasn't the only place
sending intel here.

There are dozens of other
intelligence networks

embedded all around
the world.

How can you be sure?

Fax machines.

Analog, entirely below
the radar.

The scale of this thing.

Wheels within wheels.

Don't you see?

Donald, what you are
looking at

is Raymond Reddington's
intelligence empire.

Or it was.

Jonathan.
You're wrong about Don.

He's salt of the earth.

Did you do it?

He's a good man.

I hope you're right.

You probably think you're
a pretty good man, too.

This is Reddington's operation?
I don't believe it.

I didn't want
to believe it either,

but it's clear now Raymond
has been bugging the Capitol

and multiple entities abroad.

I think we should assume

those entities
are on par with the Capitol.

This was a hub
for intel feeds
from across the globe.

Dembe, how could you not
have known about this?

I only ever knew what
Raymond wanted me to know.

Some years ago,
he gave me a peek

into the workings
of his intelligence network.

It was shortly
before Elizabeth died.

Raymond flew us to
a command center in Latvia.

This is
where intelligence
from 17 outposts

around the world is gathered,
sorted, and analyzed.

Leaked documents,
intercepted communicas,

secrets from people
in positions of power.

Seventeen outposts,
outposts which I had
never seen before

and knew nothing about.

But I heard
Raymond talk about
his intelligence operation.

I knew this was a source

of his endless supply
of secrets

about world leaders,
corporations,

rogue states,
and criminals.

The system is a living,
breathing apparatus

that powers many
of the decisions I make.

The source
of The Blacklist.

One of the sources.

Raymond also relies heavily
on his personal contacts,
as we know.

While most of his empire
was digitized,

Raymond was always jumpy
about the computerization

of his intelligence
network.

To avoid detection,
he was emphatic

that it should be
kept analog.

Analog, like a fax machine.

Or an electromechanical
switchboard.

And you're suggesting
that exchange serviced

intelligence outposts
around the world.

Each one embedded deep
inside highly secure targets.

I believe
it's safe to assume
that no one outpost

knew about the other one.

Raymond was the one
linking them all.

There must have
been many places
for him to access intel,

but when he was in D.C,
he'd use Evelyn.

Looks like
he shut it all down.

Thank you.

Reddington
must have known

we'd get to
all this information.

That's why he handed us
this case.

Yeah, a case that's
been suspect all along.

We got security camera footage
of Jacobson

leaving General
Friedman's house

from the next-door
neighbors.

And these expert thieves
who were good enough

to work for Reddington
went through all the trouble

to shut down
Friedman's security system

but just missed
the one next door?

Hmm. The police told us
the next-door neighbors

had just won a security system
in a sweepstakes.

Who ever heard
of a home-security company

running a sweepstakes?

Now, what do you want to bet
that this couple

has an angel investor

funding their new
home-security cameras?

Hi! It's your lucky day.

The only conclusion is
that Raymond wanted us

to expose
his intelligence network
after he shut it down.

That's not
all he shut down.

I knew Evelyn Strategies Inc.
sounded familiar,

so I looked through
the files from our raid

on the Morgana
Logistics Corporation,

the one that creates
fake companies

to cover up
criminal activities.

Evelyn was one
of their creations.

So Morgana is Raymond, too.

Masterful.

Dembe, you didn't know
about Morgana either?

I guess I only knew a lot
about Raymond

and very little
about his empire.

But it makes sense.

No one was arrested
at the Morgana raid

except for that one
warehouse manager,

Gerome Kavanaugh.

And he skipped town
on a $3 million bail.

And who would we know
that has that kind of money?

So Reddington created
both Morgana and Evelyn

and then used us
to shut them down.

Shipping and intelligence,
two of his biggest assets.

We helped Reddington
maintain this empire.

And now he's fooled us
into helping him tear it down,
but why?

I want to thank you
for doing this, Agent Galanter.

I'm glad NSA was able
to spare you.

Understand I'm acting
as an agent of the court.

I'm only doing this
in pursuance

of fulfilling
the judge's warrant

to tap
Donald Ressler's phone.

I don't have skin
in the game here.

But if what I read in the
judge's ruling is true...

this could be
quite a doozy.

Looks like Ressler's
on a call now.

Is this gonna work?

I've gambled everything
on this.

Well, just...
Just hang on.

- ...does what he does.
-Bingo.

I've wondered for a long time

what would be my last straw.

This might be it.

Reddington's been our CI
for nearly 12 years.

We stood by and offered him
protection while he built out

and strengthened
a vast criminal network.

We've protected him while
he hardwired the US Capitol

and intercepted
a decade's worth
of state secrets.

In a way, we've been
his partners in treason.

My God, it's so much worse
than I thought.

We told ourselves
it was worth it

because he was
the most valuable CI
the FBI ever had,

but now he's eliminated
the bulk of his capacity

to collect intel for us.

Whatever his reasons,
we've earned an explanation.

I just tried
Raymond again.

He's still not
picking up.

If I had to put
money on it,

I bet we never
see him again.

What do we tell Rutherford
and the interagency panel?

The truth...

or part of it.

We tell them that this
intelligence network

stretches across the globe.

We give them details,
but we don't tell them

about Reddington's connection.

At least not yet.

There's too much in flux
right now.

For now, everyone go home
until we have more information.

Personally I need a little time
to digest this.

Well, this seems
a little different

from what the judge's
ruling said.

Yeah, that's
an understatement.

This isn't a case
of Reddington

corrupting
an FBI task force.

He's a CI.

That's all legally sanctioned
and approved from the top down.

Our own government is
protecting the number one

on its most wanted list?

Our own government
is protecting a man

who's been spying
on them for years.

Can you rewind the tape?

-I... I want to hear...
-Yeah.

I think I know
the part you mean.

Yeah.

We stood by and offered
him protection

while he built out
and strengthened

a vast criminal network.

We've protected him while
he hardwired the US Capitol

and intercepted a decade's
worth of state secrets.

In a way, we've been
his partners in treason.

That's the one.

I don't know why
I'm not surprised.

A drink, Harold?

You look wrung out.

That's astute of you.

First things first.

This has been you all along,
hasn't it?

You tricked us into
dismantling your empire

the very thing that
makes our work possible.

Morgana, room 417,
Evelyn, all you.

Yes, it is.

But why have us
shut you down?

In my experience,

when criminal
organizations dissipate,

their employees tend to seek
work with other criminals.

But I wanted my people
to be sent off

to the happy retirement
they so richly deserve.

But to convince them
to leave this life,

they had to feel that
the FBI was on their tails.

Thus, you.

That's not
what I asked you.

Why shut down at all?

This compromises your ability
to provide cases.

Don't you realize
that endangers
your immunity agreement?

You and I both know
that's immaterial, Harold.

I deleted
my immunity agreement

in its entirety when I tapped
into the Post Office archive.

The Attorney General
doesn't know that.

The only reason we haven't
been directed to arrest you

is because the government
is still acting as if you're
our CI.

That depends on you being
in a position to help us.

By tearing down
your empire,

you're putting yourself
in the crosshairs.

Again, I ask you, why?

Are you familiar
with the assassination
of James Garfield?

This country's 20th president,
of course.

Rather undervalued one
in my view.

He was shot by a crazy
wannabe politician

just across town
on Constitution Avenue,

in July 1881.

Garfield survived
for two months.

As he lay slowly dying,

the greatest scientific minds
in America

rushed to his side
to try to offer him succor.

Navy engineers created
an early version

of the air conditioner
to keep his room cool.

Alexander Graham Bell
tested his new design

for a metal detector
to try to locate the bullet

which had become
lodged somewhere
in the President's abdomen.

The doctors as well performed
a few experiments,

including an innovative
drainage tube

to treat an abscess.

Nonetheless, Garfield's
temperature soared

to a daily average
of 104 degrees.

The bullet was never found,

and the drainage tube
created an infection

that eventually
killed him.

Historians speculate that
if these great men of science

had just left Garfield alone,
he might've lived.

Or at least died
peacefully.

This is where
you usually ask me
if I have a point.

I'm tired
of encouraging you.

After a decade of obfuscation
and misdirection,

even now
when it matters most,

you still can't give me
a straight answer.

I wish
I could articulate one.

Truly I do.

I guess, the simplest way
of putting it is...

Things end...

sometimes despite our best
efforts and best intentions

or sometimes because
of that effort or intent.

Things end.

So something else
can begin.

This is Jonathan Pritchard.

Please leave your name
and number,

and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.

Jonathan, I know how hard
this has been,

and I know Ressler's done
a lot to help you.

But thanks to you,
we now have definitive proof.

Agent Ressler is a threat
to national security.

He's endangering
American lives.

You'll be a hero
for helping us stop him.

Compliments
of Mr. Reddington.

To a wild ride, boys.

-Yeah, to a wild ride.
-Yeah, to a wild ride.

Hey, you coming?

Thought we'd try something new
instead of just,

you know, pouring more coffee
down our throats.

I found a new NA meeting
just a few blocks from here.
You want to go?

Yeah, sure,
s-sounds good, man.

In a way, we've been
his partners in treason.

Partners in treason.

Partners in treason.

Partners in treason.

Treason.

Treason.

Treason.

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