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Dembe Zuma?

It's for you.

Hello?

Dembe, that was incredibly
reckless calling to warn me off.

Raymond, how did you
know I was at the mosque?

What were you thinking?

I was thinking about death...

possibly yours or some
hapless FBI agent.

I see. Well, it was
foolhardy, short-sighted.

And it worked.

But at what cost?

You've done something
in the last few years

I never thought possible.

You wiped your slate clean.

You joined the
FBI of all things.

Don't go throwing away
your future on my account.

Nobody knows I made the call.

Good. That Congressman is
looking for any excuse,

especially when it comes to you.

So don't do me any more favors.

I won't.

I'm going to bring
you in, Raymond.

That's the spirit.

I'm serious.

I hope so. For your sake.

Be safe, Dembe.

You, too.

Chuck, slight change of plans.

How quickly can you get
ahold of our friend Bertha?

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Come on, people. Debrief in 20.

I want to hear some good news.

Mr. Cooper, perhaps you can
explain something to me.

Reddington blew up his own
jet to get away from us.

Then he turns around,

comes all the way
back to the city

just so you two can have a
cozy chat in your kitchen?

How does that make any sense?

It doesn't, but his
behavior rarely does.

Not from the outside, anyway.

Well, I guess we
should be grateful

for his lapse in judgement.

Barricades went up as soon
as you reported the incident.

This entire area has been
shut down and sealed off.

He was last seen driving
this, a 2018 Nissan Leaf.

He disabled the GPS, but
we got the plate number,

so our first order of
business is to find that car.

I'm sorry, but our
first order of business

should be to throw
out the playbook.

You may want to think of Raymond

as an ordinary criminal.

That would be a mistake.

I realize you all spent
years with the man,

and you feel like you
know him better...

It's been over a decade,
and I still don't know him.

But there are a few things
we should probably explain.

His personal assets
are in the billions,

the scope of his influence,
basically unlimited.

And those are just
his external resources.

It's his mind you
should be worried about.

No matter where he is,

the time of day,
weather conditions.

He has escape routes
within escape routes.

Okay, keys and
money are in the envelope.

The car's outside. Oh,
and take this card.

If you get arrested,
call the number,

somebody'll bail you out.

Have a nice drive.

Keys and money are
in the envelope.

Your car's outside.
Take this card.

If you get arrested,
call the number,

somebody'll bail you out.

Have you ever
heard the expression

"He sleeps with one eye open"?

I've actually seen him do that.

I think what
we're trying to say is,

he's a real tricky customer.

The way you all build him up,

it almost sounds
like you admire him.

Oh, it's not admiration,
it's a warning.

Well, I don't
care if he's Lex Luthor.

Reddington is not
getting outside...

MPD
just flagged his plate!

Heading east over
Woodrow Wilson Bridge.

Damn, he got past
the police barricade?

Let's get choppers in the air.

We need to shut all traffic
heading down towards...

Sir, sir. Virginia State
troopers just pulled over

a Nissan Leaf
moving west on I-66.

- The plate's a match.
- How the hell is he...

I don't
understand this.

Aviation Command says
that they're circling him

on the Anacostia Freeway,
same plate, same car.

I'm not gonna find him in
any of these cars, am I?

I'm afraid not.

Within hours he's somehow
floods DC with identical cars,

so we spend the day chasing our
tails like a bunch of idiots?

Confusion, misdirection...

this is how he operates.

It's kept him safe for
over 30 years on the run.

But you do have one
advantage in this case.

What's that?

Us.

I've gotta make a call,

I'll be back.

Agent Ressler, I wanted to find
a moment to offer my condolences.

Jon Pritchard was a good man...

You know what?
Don't, just don't.

Okay, I just... I hope you
don't blame yourself...

Enough!

That's enough now.

Take him up to my office.

You all right?

Fine. Fine. I shouldn't've...

- Arthur...
- His friend died. Let it go.

Mr. Cooper.

Don't forget why you're here.

We all want the same thing.

All right, people,
let's focus up!

The name of the game
is Raymond Reddington.

He's inside that perimeter,

and if he's crawled
into some rat hole,

I wanna know where!

Last Sunday at Perkins,

I put a couple of these
hazelnut creamers in my purse.

Paula, did you happen to
read the paper this morning?

Nope. Too much gloom and doom.

Save me the obits, though.

It's a great way to
find eligible men.

One woman's widower is
another woman's gain,

I suppose.

I want to hear your best
funeral pick-up line,

but first, Paula,

there's something important
we need to discuss.

Take a breath.

I'm fine.

Clearly
you're not fine.

And that's understandable. But you
can't go around punching Congressmen.

Especially that one.

Just checking to
see if you're okay.

It suddenly feels
very crowded in here.

You realize the investigation
is happening down there?

Yeah, I can't with them.

At the risk of sounding
unprofessional, same.

I realize I haven't
known Reddington

as long as you have,

but it still feels weird

teaming up with strangers
to hunt him down.

I don't want to lose my dental,

so don't tell the windbreakers
down there, but...

part of me is rooting for Red.

Maybe
part of me is, too.

But personal feelings aside,

the five of us have a decision
to make right here, right now.

This team has always
had one mission,

to bring criminals to justice.

When Reddington was with
us, he understood that.

But he's chosen to walk away.

And now those men down there

have asked us to deliver him up.

We could make their jobs
harder if we want to.

But what would
that say about us?

They want us to find Reddington
to save our own skins.

But I want us to find him
because that's who we are.

Now, if you don't agree,

if you can't commit to
using everything you have

to bring Reddington in
to face justice head on,

then you should step aside.

Okay then.

Now we just have to figure
out where the hell he is.

One thing's for sure,

he's gonna get outta
DC as soon as possible.

Andrea? It's Raymond.

I'm curious,

what homes do you have
right now on the market?

Something small, modest,

east of Capitol Street,
south of the Mall.

I do have one a little
further west in Adams Morgan.

Updated kitchen,

nice hardwood floors...

No, no, no. That
won't do, I'm afraid.

My needs are quite specific.

Okay.

I have something
on Westover Drive,

bit of a fixer-upper.

Actually, never mind.

Too much fixer,
not enough upper.

Is it owner-occupied?

No, it's vacant.

Hmm. Sounds perfect.

It's a total gut.

I don't even think it
has a functioning toilet.

Not to worry, Andrea.

We'll be taking it right
down to the foundation.

You understand what I'm saying?

- The foundation? Right.
- Excellent.

How soon can you
pull down the sign?

We've identified
17 different locations

where Reddington might have gone to
ground inside the containment zone.

Businesses connected
through Morgana Logistics,

underworld hideouts
he frequented,

and addresses of his
known associates.

Agent Zuma, you've
been awfully quiet.

Don't you have some
ideas from your history?

What exactly are you
implying, Congressman?

Over the years, there have
been a lot of keys and a lot of doors.

I could draw you a map,
but I'm quite sure Raymond

has changed his
protocol since I've...

We've tried to explain to you
that Raymond doesn't do any...

Please, please, no more speeches
about his brilliant mind.

We need to get rolling.

Everyone, listen up.

We've got a list
of 17 locations.

Reddington could be hiding
out in any one of them.

I need you to break into
teams and work down the list.

You're gonna be searching
private homes and businesses.

There may be civilians on site,

they may be hostile
to your efforts.

So I expect you to
exercise caution,

but I want all these places
cleared by end of day.

You've got a hunch, don't you?

And it's not on
that list, is it?

So why don't you...

Because if I'm wrong,

I would hate to
cause this person

any unnecessary distress.

If Reddington's
holed up with them,

they must be a formidable ally?

Not really.

But Raymond really
loves her Scotcheroos.

Her what?

Everyone's
clear on the timeline?

It's an awfully short window.

Our girl's built for speed.

I don't think
it'll be a problem.

How's she look?

Gorgeous as the
day we bought her.

All righty.

Forgive me, Paula.

I came to visit you,

and here I am chatting
away on the phone.

I assume you have a good reason.

My Jellybean used to keep lines
of people waiting at the DMV

just to take the girls
out for a tinkle.

He loved those poodles.

I'm glad you brought that up.

I've been pondering Glen.

I've been trying to
think of a fitting

and more permanent way
to honor his memory.

A trust or a foundation,

a charitable something,
something in his name.

But what would make
sense for Glen?

I thought of the people
he's touched in his life,

his colleagues at the
DMV, his fellow bowlers.

We should probably skip over

what Glen loved
to touch the most.

But the point is, what
kind of a man was he?

What did he care about?

What worthwhile causes
did he champion?

Huh.

Nothing really comes to mind.

Nothing respectable, anyway.

It has been an uphill battle.

As you know, he had a
few passionate interests,

most of them quite
unmentionable,

in polite company at least.

He gave little to charity,

found most people
basically insufferable,

and vice versa.

I thought, perhaps,
his alma mater,

but how do you honor his
legacy of catcalling coeds

and dropping out
his third semester?

I don't know. Maybe I'll just
endow a Chair at Harvard,

the School of Public
Health or something.

Not what Glen would've
chosen, but who knows?

Perhaps if he'd exhausted

all other uses for
his time and money,

he might've done something
good for humanity.

You never know.

And Paula, I'd like to
make you a part of it.

How about Honorary Member
of the selection committee?

I love any excuse
to throw a party!

You think those Harvard snobs

could handle a nice big bowl
of cheeseburger chowder?

Raymond,

you are so sweet to visit me,

but you better shake a leg.

It's not safe for you to be
in one place for too long.

So you have been
reading the paper.

Well, you just looked
so cute in that picture,

I wanted to cut it out and
put it in my scrapbook.

My dear, it's been a pleasure.

The greatest pleasure.

Paula.

Dembe?

Oh, is this a new
gal pal of yours?

She's a cutie pie.

We need to find Raymond, Paula.

Oh...

I'll check upstairs.

Well, here, take a load off.

I'd offer you some Scotcheroos,

but someone ate the last one.

I'm guessing that someone
was Mr. Reddington?

We want to keep you
out of trouble, Paula,

but you need to talk to us.

Okay, fine.

He came knockin' on my door,
and I took him straight to bed.

Oh, take your minds out
of the gutter, you two.

He didn't get any
sleep last night,

so I let him catch a few
winks in Jelly's old room.

Now, what's wrong with that?

Nothing, apart from aiding
and abetting a fugitive.

He told me what
to do about that.

He said that if some
pushy FBI agents

were to come around here,

I should tell them everything.

- Everything?
- That's what he said.

Every little detail,

so you can't charge
me with anything.

The first thing I noticed,

something was clearly
weighing on his mind.

And, uh, and then, he
wouldn't get off the phone.

Who was he calling?

I don't know.

If you expect to get out of
this by trading information,

you actually have to
give us some information.

Well, if you're gonna
beat it outta me.

It... It was a woman.

I'm not the jealous type,
so I didn't eavesdrop, um,

but her name was...

Andrea something or other.

I'm just about to get the
key out of the lock box.

Then we're
right on schedule.

No way!
You're a contractor.

Um, we may have
a slight problem.

It needs a little work,
but the bones are good.

Now lemme show you that AC
unit you were asking about.

There's people here.
They're taking a tour.

Well, you just
gotta get them to leave.

Andrea, come on,
you've got this.

You go, girl.

Okay...

Her name is Andrea Athens.
Raymond introduced us.

She's the one who
found him a space

to serve as a
duplicate Post Office.

Wait, what duplicate...

It's a long story with
a super boring ending.

Based on a hunch,

we thought it might be
wise to track Andrea down.

But we couldn't
get ahold of her.

She wouldn't answer her phone.

We tried calling her
office, but, apparently,

she dropped everything

to attend to a VIP
client's emergency.

That sounds like Raymond.

Wait a minute. What
are you two getting at?

You think Reddington
hired this woman to, what?

Buy him a safe house?

That's unclear, but
before Andrea left the office,

she asked for her assistant
for the lockbox code

at 1120 Westover Drive.

That's outside
the containment zone.

Does that mean Reddington
got through the barricades?

If he has, he may
already be on site.

We're heading there now.

- Get SWAT on the line...
- Alert Metro PD...

Uh, we'll scramble units
to meet you at the house.

You love the house, right?

Who cares about the mold?

- What mold?
- Exactly!

That's what I say.

- What mold.
- No, what mold?

You didn't tell
us there was mold.

There's no
mold in the disclosure.

And if they didn't disclose
it, then where's the mold?

- There is no mold!
- Where is the mold?

Is it the toxic kind...

It isn't any kind
because it doesn't exist.

I agree, mind over matter.

In this market,

you gotta be willing to overlook

some of the little things.

A little mold, who cares?

Is it that black mold?

Black, green, brown,
whatever! Whatever!

Okay, we're outta here.

Mike, let's go.

Thanks a lot.

- I'm gonna remember this.
- Oh.

Buh-bye, now!

Happy hunting!

Donald told me you were a
menace behind the wheel.

Come on, Grandma, we're
trying to catch a fugitive.

Are you sure you're
ready for this?

To get out of the car?

Definitely.

No, I mean...

Well, I know we all agreed
to take Reddington down,

but now that it
actually might happen,

are you gonna feel okay
putting him in cuffs?

I'm not really sure.

I guess we'll have to
find out when it happens.

What's your ETA?

Uh, we're just down the street.

Backup's five minutes
out. Hold your position.

You are a menace.

Uh, look...

If Reddington's inside,

we don't move until we
have the house surrounded.

Um, we're pretty sure
he's not in the house.

How do you know that?

Because it's on fire, sir.

I don't get it. Why would
he go to all the trouble

of securing a safe house
just to burn it down?

Clear the way! We've got
a house going up in smoke!

All right, let 'em
through! Let 'em through!

What are we missing here?

Well, I dunno, I mean, maybe
this is the wrong house?

It could just be a
bizarre coincidence.

No, wait, listen.

Raymond's using the fire.
That's how he's getting out.

You need to alert
all checkpoints.

Stop any fire truck from
getting through the barricade.

Reddington's likely
headed south, southeast.

Know what he's driving.

Agent Nixon, would
you care to...

Notify ground
units, contact MPD.

Agent Ressler,
coordinate with Tactical.

I want eyes in the sky.

Let's find that truck!

Clean it and leave it.
We're gone in five.

Catch you on the
flip side, Chuck.

It's time
for an update.

Where are we?

Uh, same place that we
were nine hours ago.

We shifted the
containment zone south.

The units are
going door-to-door.

Still no sign of
Raymond or the truck.

Or Andrea Athens.

She's in the wind.

I don't even care about
divided loyalties anymore,

I just wanna find him
so I can take a nap

and oh, God, a shower.

You gotta admit, though,

that stunt with the
firetruck was pretty metal.

Oh, please, we're
all thinking it.

Here's what
I've been thinking.

I spent my rookie
years chasing him,

my next decade working
alongside of him,

only now putting him
away's gonna end my career.

What do you mean "end"?
Y-You're not retiring.

No, but... I mean, come on.

Even if we catch Reddington,

you really think Hudson's letting
any of us walk away from this?

We got it! We got the truck.

Where's Agent Nixon?

Oh, he's on the phone
updating... someone.

Get him in here. He
needs to hear this.

Firetruck was
abandoned... here.

In a warehouse outside
Capitol Heights.

Finally, something we can use.

Let's scramble a team.

Start canvassing for witnesses.

Pull every traffic cam
in a 20-block radius.

Knock, knock, knock.

- Good news.
- Come in. Shut the door.

We found the firetruck.

- Was Reddington...
- Nah, he cleared out.

But we're checking the
cameras in the area.

Should ID his getaway
vehicle any minute now.

Great, so that just puts us,

oh, right, nine hours behind.

That's nine hours for Reddington

to ditch whatever getaway car
you're talking about and go...

pretty much anywhere
in the country.

Or the world, for that matter.

Hey, look, I'm just here
to help you catch your guy.

If you don't like the
way I'm doing things...

It's not you. It's them.

What do think they're
doing out there?

We should've taken Reddington
at that airfield two days ago.

But he disappears
just as we arrived.

Then we lock down
an entire district,

and he slips past
us at the barricade.

How many times do we have
to fail before we admit

there's a reason he's
always one step ahead?

He's good at what he does.

He's been doing it for decades.

Yeah, but this time
it's different, right?

'Cause now we've got
his team helping us...

Unless it's not us
they're helping.

They're the
Reddington Task Force.

It's in their goddamn name.

If you're right,

we're gonna nail
them to the wall.

Where's Nixon going?

Who knows?

Why don't we go ahead and
review what we've got?

Unfortunately, we
couldn't recover

any of the security
footage of Reddington

or his crew exiting
the warehouse.

Our field photographer
took these.

What about this?

It's a red-light camera. It only
activates when you go through the light.

So I guess there's some laws
that Reddington does obey.

But there are other CCTV cameras

in the surrounding neighborhood.

We're isolating every
car that passed by

in the hours after the fire.

We're up to 30
vehicles and counting.

Reddington could be
in any one of them.

I'll talk to Agent Nixon,

see if he can get some help running
facial recognition and tracking.

After ten hours,
we're gonna have to

comb through a lot of footage

to trace the
trajectory of his car.

He breached the barricade here.

He abandoned his truck here.

He's heading east.

A lifetime ago at a party
on the Hicacos Peninsula,

Raymond exchanged
some sweet nothings

with the wife of our host.

He was made to understand

that his life would
be worth nothing,

or his death would
be worth too much,

if he spent another
night in Varadero.

So we stole our host's speedboat
and set out for Havana.

That's when he told me,

"In times of trouble
you go one of two ways,

up in the sky or out to sea."

Now we know he didn't go
up, not without his jet.

But what about out?

Congratulations.

You're not the only one
who's paranoid anymore.

It's not paranoia if it's real.

This real enough for you?

I pulled phone records for all
outgoing calls made from this building,

the day we lost
Reddington on the tarmac.

Mm-hmm?

Minutes after we learned
the location of the jet,

there was a ten-second
call to a burner phone

that pinged to a
tower on highway 50,

right down the road
from the airfield.

- Reddington's burner phone.
- You were right.

Someone did call to warn him.

Who was it?

Operating off of Dembe's theory,

we ran down any ships
with ties to Morgana.

We figured that Reddington
would want to push off

somewhere nearby with
minimal security.

Bluefish Pier is the closest,

but it's popular with tourists

which means a lot of eyeballs
with nothing better to do

than call the FBI tip line.

Can't ya just see Red
photobombing a selfie?

It's like, "Did you catch
a fish on vacation?"

"No, no. I caught a fugitive."

Anyway, the... the second
one, Finley's Landing,

it's just a bunch of rich
boys and their toys...

Yachts, sailboats,
that kind of thing.

Wait... Tillman's Wharf.

What?

Raymond used to have an interest

in some commercial fishing
boats docked there.

He shielded most
of his investments

behind various shell companies,

but he enjoyed the perks of
supplying the freshest seafood

to restaurants and
markets around the city.

You're thinking that fleet
had a secondary purpose?

Why risk a traffic stop on land
when you can jump on a boat

and be in open water
within a few hours?

It's a good hunch.

Let's gear up and
head down to the...

Everyone, stop
what you're doing.

That's him.

What is this? What
are you doing?

Take him to interrogation.

Hang on, now you're dragging
your own people away for questioning?

What kind of an outfit are
you running around here?

I wouldn't worry
about it, Mr. Cooper.

As you said, Agent Ishwood
doesn't report to you.

Whatever he's being
questioned about,

it should be conducted
by either you or me.

And right now, we don't
have the time to waste.

Agent Zuma has a credible lead.

We need to get to
Tillman's Wharf now.

All right, Zuma,
you come with me.

You can explain on the way.

The rest of you stay put.

And Mr. Cooper, if
you'd like to sit in

on the conversation between Agent
Ishwood and Congressman Hudson,

please, feel free.

Your wife completed a
law degree two years ago?

Yes, sir.

You have a mortgage and
two kids in private school.

How'd you pay tuition?

We borrowed from her brother.

Marcus.

Marcus Kennedy.

Something wrong, Agent Ishwood?

No, sir. I just... I...

I'll tell you what's wrong is

the three of us wasting
time in this room

while the most wanted
man in the world

gets further away by the minute.

Agent Ishwood is a ten-year
veteran of the Bureau

with a sterling record.

So if you're building
to a point, Mr. Hudson,

I suggest you make it now.

Fourteen minutes before
our response teams arrived

at the airfield where we
tracked Reddington's jet,

a call was made from your phone

to a burner at the airfield.

So I'd say we're here

to figure out why Agent Ishwood

decided to betray his country.

That number corresponds
to the cell phone

taken from you earlier
today, does it not?

Yes, sir, but I
didn't make that call.

I don't believe you.

Tell me about your first
year with the Bureau.

- Mr. Cooper, please...
- You don't have to believe him.

We have surveillance devices
all over this facility.

If Agent Ishwood did make
that call, we'll see it.

And you won't.

Sir.

Lead the way.

Special Agent Zuma, FBI.

This is Special Agent Nixon.

We need the location
of these five vessels.

I'm afraid it's urgent.

Okay. Let me check the logs.

That's Agent Ishwood at the
exact moment the call was made.

Doesn't appear to be
on his phone to me.

So either he gave
the phone to someone

or someone took it from him.

Do you mind?

First three on your
list set out last month.

And, uh, the Amy
Jo's been in dry dock

for the last two weeks.

What about The Great Shirley?

Yeah.

- Huh.
- What is it?

Great Shirley got in yesterday.

She was supposed to go to dry
dock for some engine work,

but looks like they
resupplied last night

and headed right back out.

Raymond left on a commercial
fishing boat late last night.

- Are you sure he was on it?
- Yes.

Call Coast Guard
Base Portsmouth.

We need them to use every vessel

they have to track
them on radar.

Oh, my God!

Put the phone down and put
your hands on your head.

- Now.
- Dembe?

I'm telling you,
he's on that boat.

Herbie, try and get
Dembe back on the line.

Hey, somebody get
me the Commander

of the Coast Guard's
fifth district, now.

Hold on a minute, Mr. Ressler.

I'm afraid we won't be taking
any more cues from Agent Zuma.

What are you talking about?
We need to find that boat.

No, we don't because Raymond
Reddington is nowhere near that vessel.

- I understand your hesitation, Congressman...
- Hesitation?

- Sir...
- but if we have a lead, we need to pursue it.

I don't know what this is
about, but Agent Zuma just...

Dembe Zuma's under arrest.

On what charge?

Aiding and abetting a fugitive.

At 3:55 p.m. just
before our raid

on Reddington's jet
at the airfield,

a call was placed from
Agent Ishwood's phone

to a cell phone in the vicinity.

We believe that phone belonged
to Raymond Reddington.

Only Agent Ishwood
didn't make that call,

Zuma did.

Here is Agent Ishwood
at the time of the call.

And here is Agent Zuma

90 seconds after the call ended.

He was clever enough to avoid
taking the phone on camera...

But here he is putting it back.

Hope he washed his hands.

I'm telling you,
he's on that boat.

If we don't get him
now, we never will.

Nice truck.

Where's the boat?

We sunk it.

You smell like fish.

Crab, actually.

We'll roll down the windows.

I mean, he's definitely
slipping something

into Ishwood's pocket,

but maybe it's not a
phone. Maybe it's a...

a small, phone-shaped thing.

Herbie, just could you...

Sorry.

Look, I've grown quite
fond of Dembe, truly,

but should we really
be that surprised?

I mean, he spent
decades with Reddington.

It couldn't have been easy to
sever that kind of connection.

No one was more suspect of Dembe

joining the FBI than me,

but he's proven himself
time and time again

to be a dedicated,
thorough, honest agent.

Who called his best friend to
keep him from a life in prison.

Are you sure you wouldn't
have done the same

if the roles were reversed?

I'm not.

I wouldn't even be here
if it weren't for Red.

I love him.

I mean, not as much as
he loves Holly, my wife,

which I guess I've always been
strangely comfortable with.

But the point is, everything
about chasing him feels wrong,

and I haven't known him
half as long as Dembe.

What I can't figure out, though,

is that if Dembe
did warn Reddington,

why take us to the
real-estate agent?

Why lead us to the wharf?

He say anything on the way over?

- Not a word.
- All right.

Excuse me. I need to
speak with Agent Zuma.

Given the circumstances, I don't
think that would be appropriate.

I appreciate the counsel,
but Agent Zuma reports to me.

If you have a problem with me
speaking with one of my people,

you can take it up with
the Attorney General.

Stand aside.

Traffic is
slowed down on Route 264

with a tractor trailer
off on the shoulder.

In other news, police
have a suspect in custody

after a string of burglaries
targeting mobile homes

outside of Fairfield, and a...

At least I'm not on
the news down here.

Mm. The seaplane is fueled.

You'll need to leave
as soon as we arrive.

It'll be nice to get
out of the country.

Where are you off to next?

A meeting outside Bogota.

Will I see you?

When it's safe.

With any luck, we'll
be back on the mountain

by the start of
the rainy season.

We'll see.

Your people at the wharf.

Mary was questioned by the FBI.

What is it?

Dembe was taken
away in handcuffs.

It's not your fault, Raymond.

You didn't ask him to interfere.

I know.

Coast Guard just
called off the search.

The boat's vanished.

Then he's gone.

Maybe. But not because of you.

I want you to know,
Dembe, you're gonna have

my full support in
disputing these accusations.

Whatever that tape suggests...

I won't be fighting any charges.

I stole Agent Ishwood's phone,

and I warned Raymond
about the raid.

Why, Dembe?

If Congressman Hudson
and Agent Nixon

had cornered him
on the airfield,

Raymond would have
refused to surrender

and he and any number of
agents would have been killed.

You were trying to save lives.

And you spent the last 48 hours

trying to find Reddington
and bring him in safely.

If we explain that to
the Attorney General...

It won't matter.

Raymond is gone.

And someone on this Task Force
will be held accountable.

It should be me.

That's absurd.

Every member of this
team bears responsibility

for what we've done here.

If you think I'm gonna let you take
all of that on your shoulders...

We are not the same, Harold.

You operated in a
legal gray area.

I spent over two decades
at the right hand

of the world's
greatest criminal.

You're not that man anymore.

No, I'm not.

And I'm grateful for my time
on the Task Force, but...

Mr. Cooper, please step
away from the table.

- What's going on here?
- Put it on.

I did
what you suggested.

The Attorney General agrees
that Agent Zuma should be

transferred to FBI headquarters
for further questioning.

I don't trust you.

I don't trust him.

And I certainly don't
trust this place.

You won't be pulling rank to
speak to our suspect again.

Let's go.

Where do you think you're
going, Agent Ressler?

Oh, with you.

I intend to be present for
Agent Zuma's questioning.

If you don't like it, well,

you can slap some
cuffs on me, as well.

No, no, I
won't make the vote.

Tell the whip I'll
explain when I can.

Believe me, this
is more important.

You know, I almost
have to hand it to him.

Getting his man
inside the FBI...

It's ballsy.

Whatever you may
think, Congressman,

I didn't join the Task
Force for Raymond.

Whatever you say.

♪♪ Can't know what's high ♪♪

♪♪ Till you been down so low ♪♪

♪♪ The future's bright... ♪♪

Dembe. I got you.

I got you. Okay. Keys.

♪♪ Lit up with nowhere to go ♪♪

♪♪ To and fro The
pendulum throws ♪♪

♪♪ We are here... ♪♪

- You okay?
- My leg's pinned.

All right. You stay here.

You all right?

We'll get you patched up.

But we've gotta keep moving.

♪♪ Understand What
we don't know... ♪♪

Let's load up.

Raymond...

I'm not going with you.

They'll put you in
a cell for years.

It's my choice.

Don't...

Don't move.

Congressman, please,
lower your weapon.

It's not what you think.

Put the gun down, Chuck.

Everyone, calm down.

Put the gun down, Chuck!

Shooting a
man is rather different

than convicting him of a
capital offense, Congressman.

Congressman
Hudson, please.

Stay away from me.

No is going to hurt you.
Please, lower your weapon.

I don't trust you.
You're his guy.

No, I'm not.

I don't trust any of you.

I'm on your side here.
I'm not going anywhere.

But I'm asking you,
please, lower your weapon.

Stay back! Stay back!

What the hell?

♪♪ To and fro... ♪♪

- Red...
- In the van.

In the van.

♪♪ To and fro... ♪♪

♪♪ To and fro ♪♪

♪♪ Ah ♪♪

♪♪ To and fro ♪♪

♪♪ Ah ♪♪

♪♪ To and fro ♪♪

Miss, Miss, the
doctor on duty...

We need someone here, now!

Oh, my God.

- No police.
- I wasn't.

I was just gonna
call an ambulance.

There's no time. He
won't survive the wait.

- You need a hospital. This is a nursing home.
- You. Are you a nurse?

- Y-Yes.
- Can we have that chair, please?

This man needs your help.

He's losing too much blood.

He needs a transfusion
immediately.

- He's been shot?
- You have a medical unit on site?

Yes. But it's not
an emergency room.

- We don't have a large supply of blood on standby.
- Stay here. Keep an eye.

We won't need it. I'll
supply the blood directly.

A direct transfusion?
That's highly unusual.

It may not even be possible

if your blood types
aren't compatible.

- We are compatible.
- There are protocols.

If you supply him directly,

whatever blood he gets
is blood you lose.

I don't know anything
about your history.

It could have a serious
impact on your health as well.

Hook us up. Now.

Okay. Cooper's here.

He's coordinating the search
for Dembe and Reddington.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I'm okay.

Dembe was shot... bad.

He was hit in the neck.

Hudson got ahold of
Nixon's gun and panicked.

Hudson's dead.

Reddington dropped him
right where he stood.

- Where's Dembe now?
- Reddington took him.

Chuck was here.

They threw him in
a van and took off.

The closest hospitals
aren't that close.

We'll check them.

Uh, what about one of
those "medical cubes"

Reddington has at the ready?

- He could've called for one.
- No. Even those take time to stand up.

The equipment, the
doctors have to travel.

Dembe wouldn't make it.
He was bleeding badly.

We'll find him.

Donald, listen to me.

We'll find him.

All right, let's
get you checked out.

My guess? Multiple
rib fractures.

But we'll take you in,
we'll get you checked out.

No. I'm staying here.

You knew, didn't you?

You knew Reddington
wouldn't abandon Zuma.

You let us roll
right into an ambush.

Are you kidding me?

What do you think,
we planned this?

Reddington got his
intel from somewhere.

- Zuma's gone.
- You were knocked out.

You didn't even
see what went down.

Hey, that's
enough. Believe me,

nobody on the Task Force
wanted this to happen.

Reddington did this on his own.

You expect me to believe you?

Arthur Hudson is dead.

Agent Nixon, I am doing
everything in my power

to keep from losing
my composure.

I suggest you do the same.

Look at that.

Three in the body armor.

Reddington's a crack shot,

and, what, you just
got lucky, right?

Oh, you can't help
yourself, can you?

Our focus should be on
finding Reddington and Zuma,

not pointing fingers
at each other.

I'm onto you guys.

And I'm coming for all of you.

And if you think Hudson
was relentless, man,

you ain't seen nothing yet.

Hey, pal, my partner just
got shot in his neck.

Yeah. I guess Reddington
didn't factor in

Hudson having the stones to
grab my gun and try to stop him.

What? Stones? He
got himself killed.

Agent Zuma got shot
because your boy Hudson

had no idea what he was doing.

I mean, what the
hell was he thinking

pulling a weapon on
someone like Reddington?

So he should've just
let Zuma escape?

Jordan, man, you're
wrong on this.

No, Agent Zuma
refused to escape.

He never intended to
go with Reddington.

I don't believe that.

And you're lucky I wasn't there.

You
weren't. But I was.

And it's true, Jordan.

Zuma wasn't going to
leave with Reddington.

He told him he wasn't
going anywhere.

And you don't think that
was part of the performance?

Performance?
You're not hearing me.

Zuma was unarmed.

When Hudson drew on him,

Zuma was the one

trying to calm things down.

He stepped in front of
the gun. I saw it happen.

Zuma did everything he could
to diffuse the situation.

Agent Malik?

- I think we found him.
- How?

We reached out to DC Memorial.

One of their surgeons
was medevac-ed

to a trauma in the field about
an hour ago. Gunshot wound.

Where "in the field?"

Uh, it's a nursing home
called the Grandview.

Just under five miles
from the crash site.

Send me the address.
We're on our way.

Ressler, we have a lead
on Agent Zuma's location.

- Is he alive?
- I don't know.

But it's possible he's at a
nursing home a few miles away.

Wait, if you are still
working with Reddington,

your lead could take us
exactly in the wrong direction.

Does that mean
you're not coming?

Officer.

Assistant Director Cooper, FBI.

What's going on here?

Apparently, some
guys with weapons

brought in an unknown
subject with a gunshot wound.

- Where is he now?
- Medical clinic, end of the hall.

If Reddington is in
there, follow my lead.

Out.

I said get out now!

He's
lucky to be alive.

His airway's intact.

The bullet missed his carotid
and his spinal column,

but it nicked his jugular.

He should stay here
until he stabilizes.

The man who brought
him in. You saw him?

Briefly. He
left shortly after I arrived.

Dr. Halloran, we believe
that man was Raymond Reddington.

I don't know who that is.

Regardless, maybe he said
something before he left?

Something to indicate
where he was going?

No. But wherever he is,
I hope he's resting.

Why is that?

Because based on what
I saw, he's not well.

You have to understand that,

as the recipient, Agent Zuma
was saved by that transfusion.

But not everyone is a candidate

to be the donor in
a direct transfer.

Was he exhibiting any symptoms?

No question. He was weak.
He had shortness of breath.

My sense was he wasn't
oxygenating well.

I urged him to go to an
emergency room when he left.

Then maybe he did.

I
don't think so.

"That, my dear,
will have to wait.

I need to be traveling."

Traveling?

That's what he said.

Sorry, fellas.
That's all I got.

Okay.

That was Ressler. They're
on their way back.

Dembe's gonna stay put until
he shows more progress.

He's still not conscious?

Reddington told the
surgeon he'd be traveling.

Ah, well, that's what my wife, Holly,
would call unhelpful information.

We could start with the
airports and airstrips

within maybe 50 miles or so,

see how many
private flights left

after Reddington was last seen.

Okay.

- I already spoke to Rutherford.
- Then go over her head.

She's the Deputy Director
of National Intelligence.

If anyone knows, she knows.

At this point, none of
the federal agencies

have any solid intel on
Reddington's location.

- How is that possible?
- It's Reddington.

Half the world's been looking
for the man since the mid-'90s.

Yeah, well, you mark my
words. His time's running out.

I just heard a doctor
say he was compromised.

- What does that mean?
- It means you watch.

Reddington's gonna
make a mistake.

And when he does,
someone will find him.

And I'm telling you
now, if it's me?

I won't be needing these.

Because I will put
the man down...

just like he did
to Arthur Hudson.

So... that happened.

He knew we were standing here.

He saw us.

That's what this is.

That's what we're doing.

- Herbie.
- You heard him.

A federal agent, a sworn
officer of the FBI,

brazen enough to openly say

he intends to murder his target.

Well, his friend was killed.

H-He was upset.

Meaning what?

You don't think he'll do it?

'Cause he will.

No, he won't.

Because we're gonna
find Reddington first.

Sorry. I can't.

Finding Dembe,
that was different.

But hunting Red? Helping them?

We're not helping them.

We're helping Ressler and
Cooper avoid prosecution.

I like it here.

It's been fun, being
part of the team...

but I never signed on for this.

I love Reddington.

And Holly and Sue adore him.

If I helped the FBI
capture Raymond...

or worse?

They would never forgive me.

I would never forgive me.

I understand.

I-I'm also ready
for this to be over.

I'll let Cooper
and Ressler know.

Are you sure you're
on the right side?

He's not wrong to ask.

This is hard for all of us.

I still can't
believe it happened.

I mean, Hudson was
a pain in the ass.

But ultimately, he was
one of the good guys.

I may not have liked
him, but he wasn't wrong.

God knows we crossed the line

more times than I care
to admit or remember.

We need to find Reddington.

I did some research.

Turns out, there were around
two dozen private planes

that left DC in
the first few hours

after Reddington was last seen.

I was able to narrow them down,

because not all of them

were capable of
international travel.

But even those will take
some time to check out.

One went to Montreal.

The others to Mexico
City, Caracas, Marseille,

Tokyo, Kingston...

Let me guess.

All the manifests you've
reviewed so far are clean.

They are.

I don't think
we're gonna find Reddington

on any of those.

He was the best in the
world at moving around

without raising suspicion.

What if we start
at the bathhouse?

He won't be there.

No, but his things are there.

Maybe he went back
for something,

or left something behind that
might tell us where he's going.

That makes sense.

What about Nixon? Are we
bringing him into the loop?

I wouldn't do that.

I think we have to.

He already doesn't trust us.

At this point, I don't see
any reason to hide anything.

Well, then it's a good
thing I'm still here,

because I can give you
a damn good reason.

Nixon.

Hey.

We may never find Reddington,

but we need to talk about
what happens if we do.

And why's that?

Because I hear you've been running
your mouth about putting him down

instead of bringing him in.

Running my mouth?

I don't care if you are
an Assistant Director.

You need to change your tone
if you expect me to hear you.

I expect you to act
like a professional.

Oh, that's good,

coming from the man who
facilitated Reddington's treason.

I stand by my actions.

And I stand behind anything
this Task Force has ever done.

If someone well
above your pay grade

wants to hold me accountable
for anything we've done,

they know where to find me.

But that goes for you, too.

If you execute Reddington,

if there's even a whiff of
excessive force involved,

I will make sure you
are held accountable.

Are we clear?

That man killed a congressman.

An honorable man.
A public servant.

And you're concerned about him?

This isn't about him.
This is about me and you.

When this is finished, Reddington
will be judged for his crimes.

And so will I.

But so will you.

Time's up, old man.

The days of you
protecting Reddington,

the days of your "Task Force"
embarrassing this Bureau...

- Take a step back.
- Why?

I thought this was
about me and you.

I won't tell you again.

You won't tell me anything.

Whoa, easy, easy,
easy, easy, easy.

Break it up. Neutral
corners, fellas.

You all right?

Good talk, Grandpa.

You gave me a hard time
for hitting Hudson,

now you're getting physical?

We'll call you from New York.

♪♪ There's a rhythm
And rush these days ♪♪

♪♪ Where the lights don't move
And the colors don't fade ♪♪

♪♪ Leaves you empty With
nothing but dreams ♪♪

♪♪ In a world gone shallow
In a world gone lean ♪♪

♪♪ Sometimes there's
things A man cannot know ♪♪

♪♪ The gears won't turn And
the leaves won't grow... ♪♪

I didn't expect him to be here,

but part of me thought maybe,

if he's not well...

It feels a bit eerie.

Reddington filled
this place, you know?

This place and our lives
for a long time now.

The man's worn
many hats. Friend.

Confidant. Nemesis.

He's a grandparent to Agnes.

And an international fugitive.

With books on
advanced econometrics,

astrophysics, Micronesian art,

and Digital Literacy
for Beginners.

It's Agent Ressler.

How's Dembe?

Harold.

My friend. It is so good
to hear your voice again.

Dembe, thank God
you're all right.

How you feeling?

Mm. Tired.

Raymond?

We're in New
York. At the bathhouse.

He knows. We talked
about everything.

Hudson, Nixon, what
happened with Reddington.

We have to find him.

We're trying. But there's
no sign of him here.

It's been a minute
since I was here,

but everything looks
just as it was.

That's what he does.

He'll walk away from everything

with nothing but what's
left in his pockets.

FBI! Federal agents!

Everyone stay where you are!

You've got to be kidding.

Agent Ressler,
I'll call you back.

Clear, sir.

Reddington's not here.

Director Cooper.

Tell me again about how
we're all on the same side.

What is this?

You want to catch
Reddington, right?

That's why you failed to disclose
you knew exactly where he was living.

How did you find this
place? You followed us here?

Damn right.

You want to tell me what
you were doing here?

Looking for evidence. And
if we'd have found any,

we'd have shared
it with the Bureau.

Let me guess. You didn't.

Find any.

No. There's nothing
useful here.

We won't be taking
your word for it.

Fine. Have at it.

Agent Malik and I
were just leaving.

Good morning, Angela.

It's not morning anymore.

You slept for a very long time.

- I did?
- Mm-hmm.

The soup was delicious.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

How are you feeling?

These are quite something.

Azahar.

Yes, orange blossoms.

So beautiful here
this time of year.

You know, they say the
golden apples of immortality,

the ones Hercules
went looking for,

they weren't apples at all.

They were bitter oranges.

You should go back to bed.

Ah.

Actually, I was thinking
about taking a walk.

See how I do.

When you're feeling up to it,

you should try going over
the hill in the back.

I grew up over there.

It's very beautiful.

Por favor.

Si, si.

Ah-da-da-da-da.

Gracias.

Ahh.

Si.

I'd
love to buy one.

Yes. I
speak some English.

Gracias.

I'd love to buy one,

but I walked a long way,
so I can't carry it home.

This's not a problem.
We can, uh...

uh, how do you say it?

Um, bring them later?

- Deliver. Si.
- Yeah. Deliver.

Deliver. Excellent.

Uh, in that case...

I'm sure
Nixon is realizing as we speak,

the bathhouse was a bust.

So we're back to square one.

I can just imagine
him walking around,

checking out all of
Red's eccentricities.

Perhaps we should find Edward.

One of the
wealthiest men in the world

and sleeping on what's basically
a cot in a locker room.

That's usually my first call
when I need to find him.

No television, no Wi-Fi,

just a few books, a hot
plate, some clothes,

and a huge burlap
sack with the...

Oh, my God.

Yeah, well, Edward might
be a little less helpful

now that Reddington
blew up his plane.

It wasn't there. The
sack with the horns.

It wasn't at the bathhouse.

- You said nothing was missing.
- I was wrong.

A sack with the skull of Islero,

a Miura bull

that gored the famous matador,

the one that was killed, uh...

- Manolete.
- Yes. Manolete.

Raymond's always been
very interested in him.

He told me all about him.

A man who found it
easier to risk his life

than live his life without risk.

Reddington went to Mexico.

He said a noble beast like
that doesn't belong on the wall

above the bar of a
dingy Mexican cantina.

What are you thinking?

That he did go back to the
bathhouse. To get the skull.

- To bring it home.
- That's what he wanted.

You could see, it
was important to him.

So that would mean
he went to Spain?

To Seville. Uh, Andalusia.

I think the ranch is there,

where Islero was raised.

My God. Marseille.

One of the flights we looked
at was from DC to Marseille.

From there, it's what, maybe
a two-hour trip to Seville?

Raymond knows that area well.

There's a villa in a town near
Carmona, northeast of the city.

- He's stayed there many times.
- I like it.

Strange as it is,

it feels like
something he would do.

Pinky!

Ah!

And here I thought I was just
gonna be leaving you a message.

What are you doing
at home, sweetheart?

Ugh, working on this
science fair project. Alone.

Wasn't that supposed
to be a group project?

Supposed to be.

But Becky has relatives
visiting town and Andy, well...

I don't know, he, um...

Anyway, so I'm
finishing it up myself.

Sometimes the greatest
flights in history, my dear,

have been solo.

What does that mean?

It means "keep up
the good work."

I don't...

Pinky,

I heard Pops on the phone.

Is he... looking for you?

Are you okay?

I am.

It's nothing for
you to worry about.

So Becky has relatives in town

and Andy, what, he's
too busy to help?

Andy has been...
acting really weird.

He told Caitlin in third period

that he kind of "liked me,"

but then we got assigned
this project together

and now he won't talk to
me or help me with it.

I'm not surprised.

Why is he acting so goofy?

I'd imagine he's nervous.

We often stumble
when we're closest

to the object of our endearment.

It's just one of those little
twists of fate and affection.

Agnes, sometimes
boys can be so slow,

and so dumb.

Give him time.

He's just trying to come to
terms with his feelings for you.

Just keep crushing,

but keep cool,

and soon enough,

he'll figure out
how to crush back.

Pinky, you're being such a mom.

Yeah.

I guess I just can't help it.

I thought I knew what pain was.

And then I flew eight hours to
Spain with two fractured ribs.

And you can't take painkillers.

No. I'll pass. I just
got my one-year chip.

I don't think I want
to re-set that clock.

Villa Lobo. This
must be the place.

You're there. Already?

Yeah. I went to see
Commissioner Alvarez

with the National Police
in Seville when I landed.

I spoke to him.

Sounds like he'd be thrilled
to let the world know

his department had a hand
in catching Reddington.

Yeah. No question.
They gave me a car,

said that whatever else I need
is just a phone call away.

This place is beautiful. No
wonder Reddington likes it.

Mm. It's owned by one of
Raymond's oldest friends.

Bernardo Lobo.

We met many years ago on a tour

in a winery in the
fields north of Bangkok.

I didn't know there
were wineries in Thailand.

You're not alone.

The two of them
were the only ones

who showed up for the tour.

Ressler. Hang on. We're
getting another call.

No. Take it.

Maybe it's a lead on Reddington.

Call us after you've
checked out the villa.

Harold Cooper.

Harold! Sorry to intrude.

I called the front desk
to speak with Dembe,

and they told me you
were in for a visit.

Raymond?

Ah! There you are.

Do me a favor, old friend.

Next time you get shot,
make it an arm or a leg.

The neck is just
such nasty business.

Reddington. Where are
you? What are you doing?

At the moment, I'm making myself
a little something to eat.

But enough about me.
I wanted to check in,

Dembe, hear how you're doing?

I'm alive.

Which I'm told is thanks to you.

Yes, well, it's the chicken
or the egg situation, really.

Who saves whom and then
gets saved themselves.

It's been so many times
over so many years,

I can't keep track.

Sorry. I
don't speak much Spanish.

Ah. You speak English.

- Yes.
- You are an American?

From the United States.
My name is Donald Ressler.

I'm a Special Agent for the FBI.

Is something wrong?

Yes, we're looking for someone.

His name is Raymond Reddington.

We received a tip
that he might be here.

Here?

This is the Villa Lobo.

Yes. Maybe you know him
by a different name.

Have you seen that man?

Senor Lobo is away on business

and there are no guests
currently here in the house.

Well, maybe I could
confirm that for myself.

Do you mind if I
come in, look around?

Raymond,
the doctor here.

She said you didn't
look too well.

Oh, no. You're not
turning the tables.

This was my call

to check up on you.

I'm worried.
This feels different.

A congressman is dead.

And I'm afraid.

I'm afraid this time they
won't be satisfied until...

you are, too.

I'm fine, Dembe.

I'll call again, when
I have more time.

Oh! I thought of something,
a funny story that...

Oh, God. I have... I have to go.

I'll, uh...

Remind me next time.

Ugh.

That's another suite
for when we have guests.

That door, what's behind it?

It's a kitchen.

Senor.

Senor, I told you, there's
nobody in the house.

Thank you.

It must have been a mistake,
but, um, here's my card

in case you see or hear
from Mr. Reddington.

Hopefully you'll call me.

I'll tell Senor
Lobo you were here

and give him this
when he returns.

Thank you.

No luck here.

That was Reddington
on the other line.

Can you imagine?
Cool as a cucumber.

- You got to be kidding me.
- Checking on Dembe.

As if no one even
cared where he was.

Well, I'll tell
you where he's not.

The Villa Lobo.

A woman on the staff
let me search the house.

Reddington's not here.

It was always just a theory.

Maybe he's not in Seville.

Or maybe he is and
he's already gone.

What about the market?

As long as I've known him,

anytime he goes somewhere
for more than a few days

he visits the
local fresh market.

You know, that's not a bad idea.

If he is in Seville, someone
there would've seen him.

It's worth a try. But
it's getting late here.

Uh, I got to get
back to the city,

find a hotel for the night.

We'll try those
markets in the morning.

How long ago?

A few minutes, maybe ten.

Who is he?

An American policeman.

With the FBI. Yes.

Humorless fellow
with handsome hair.

Fair play, Donald.

I wonder what you'd
actually do with yourself

if one day you
finally got your man?

What does it mean?

Are you leaving?

Angela, how far is it to the
Miura bull ranch from here?

It's about an hour's drive.

North and east.

Why?

What's at the Miura Ranch?

It's not what's at
the Miura Ranch.

It's what isn't.

But should be.

Harold?

I'm sorry for the late visit.

It's been a long and crazy day.

It's okay. Come in.

I'm sure if you're here
it's because you have news.

I just spent the last few hours

in a classified meeting
at Main Justice.

The Attorney General's decided
not to file charges against you

for warning Reddington about
the raid at the airfield.

But?

But you've been
relieved of duty.

You're no longer an active
agent with the Bureau.

♪♪ I can't use it anymore... ♪♪

I'm sorry, I tried.

♪♪ It's getting dark
Too dark to see... ♪♪

It's okay, Harold.

Really, it is.

No. It's not.

I'm telling you it is.

Sitting here...

all I've had is time to think.

And I think...

it's time for me to...

get out from in front
of or behind guns.

♪♪ Knock, knock Knockin'
on heaven's door ♪♪

♪♪ Whoa, oh ♪♪

♪♪ Knock, knock Knockin'
on heaven's door... ♪♪

It's early.

Men will be coming.

They always come.

And before they
come, I always go.

Where?

For a walk out
back. Over the hill.

Take some water.

Gracias.

De nada.

♪♪ Mama, put my guns
In the ground ♪♪

♪♪ I can't shoot them anymore ♪♪

♪♪ That cold black cloud
Is comin' around... ♪♪

It's hard to
believe this is how it ends.

I mean, I always knew the
Task Force would end one day,

that my career
would end one day...

but all of this?

After I was shot, lying
there on the street...

I thought I was dying.

And in that moment, I was
okay with that being the end.

With all the things
going through my mind...

I also thought of Raymond.

More than anyone
I've ever known,

he's always been at
peace with death.

He says death is inevitable.

It will come for us all.

And that inevitability robs death
entirely of its significance.

What matters are the things
that are not inevitable.

The things we create.
The things we find.

The left we take when
everything in our life

is leading us right.

How we live.

I've always loved him for that.

For his remarkable refusal

to "go quietly into
that good night."

The poem...
by Dylan Thomas.

Rage, rage Against
the dying of the light

Yes.

Imagine.

Raymond, a man surrounded
by death in so many ways,

so passionately committed
to embracing life.

He could have surrendered
a thousand times over

and Some End.

But instead, he chooses to rage.

To rage against the
dying of the light.

To rage against the bad guys
that would do us all harm.

Rage to protect those
people he loves.

To find moments of
peace and joy...

and fun...

even though he knows the
light is still dying.

To live a most passionate life,

knowing it will still lead
to the same inevitable end...

is perhaps the most deeply
moving choice one can make.

♪♪ Feels like I'm ♪♪

♪♪ Knock, knock Knockin'
on heaven's door... ♪♪

It is the lesson at the very
core of my time with him.

You never imagined this
is how it would end.

But our time with him,
our time together,

was never about how it ended.

It was about the
adventure, about life,

about Raymond
constantly reminding us,

showing us, imploring us...

to rage.

♪♪ ...on heaven's door ♪♪

To rage.

Excuse me. I was wondering
if you could help me.

I'm looking for this man.

No? Thank you.

Excuse me. Um, have
you seen this man?

You don't speak English.
Uh, this... this man here?

Thank you.

Excuse me. This man. English?

He speaks English. This man.

Um, policia?

Uh, yes, yes. F-From America.

Los Estados Unidos.

Ah, America.

No. No, lo siento.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Si, si, si, si.

You know him?

Si.

That's great.
Thank you. Thank you.

Uh, where? Wh-Where was he?

I don't understand.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I don't understand...
- Sorry.

My father doesn't
speak much English.

Um, he... he said he
saw this man here.

Um, yes. Yes, the... The
day before yesterday.

Okay. This man's name
is Raymond Reddington.

He's a fugitive. A criminal.
The police are looking for him.

He's a criminal?

He bought two watermelons.

And we bring them to where he
was staying at the Villa Lobo.

The Villa Lobo?

No. I was there yesterday.

I spoke with a woman.
He wasn't there.

Oh, you mean the main house?

But, no, we didn't bring
them to the main house.

- You didn't?
- No.

The man you're looking for is
staying in the small house.

The one that is for the staff,

on the property
behind the house.

Graci... Gracias.

Where is he?

Reddington?

Out walking.

Walking? Where?
Where did he go?

Out!

How long ago?

This is Agent
Ressler with the FBI.

Put me in touch with
Inspector Alvarez right away.

What's that?

Bring it down here.

Thanks & miss you Raymond

Harold, I've got
him. I've got him.