All language subtitles for The Blacklist - 6x05 - Alter Ego.HDTV.KILLERS.en

Dembe, I trust Raymond. I do.

He and I go back decades.
But what the hell is going on?

I wake up this morning, make
an espresso, open the paper...

It's under control.

We have hundreds of millions of dollars

invested in Reddington.

Which have always returned
a handsome profit.

Your boss is looking
at the death penalty.

What happens if he cuts a deal?

Do you believe that Raymond
would cut a deal with the FBI?

My partners do.

Carlo Androssani thinks we
should cut ties with Reddington,

insulate ourselves from
any of the, uh, fallout.

Is that a threat?

He called for a vote.

Can Raymond count on your support?

I'm the least of his problems.

Does he have your vote?

Yes.

But you prepare for war.

Carlo and the others are out for blood.

♪ We'll meet again ♪

♪ Don't know where ♪

Hey!

Hello, honey! Good to see...

I missed you all day. Let's go see Mom.

♪ I know we'll meet again
some sunny day ♪

Oh, boy, that smells good,
whatever that is!

Are the Clarks here yet?!

Daisy, be quiet!

Hey, I found that Slovenian wine
you wanted... this Rebula.

I-I had to go all the way

up to, uh, the Crestview,
uh, winery to find...

♪ Drive the dark clouds far away ♪

Cyn?

Cyn? Oh, my God. Cyn, can you hear me?

Cynthi... Please, honey! Open your eyes!

Op...

♪ I won't be long ♪

♪ They'll be happy to know ♪

♪ That as you saw me go ♪

♪ I was singing this song ♪

♪ We'll meet again ♪

♪ Don't know where ♪

♪ Don't know when ♪

♪ But I know we'll meet again ♪

♪ Some sunny day ♪

♪ We'll meet again ♪

♪ Don't know where ♪

♪ Don't know when ♪

♪ But I know we'll meet again ♪

♪ Some sunny day ♪

♪ Keep smiling through ♪

Aah!

♪ Just like you always do ♪

♪ Till the blue skies ♪

♪ Drive the dark clouds far away ♪

♪ So, will you please say hello ♪

♪ To the folks that I know ♪

♪ Tell them I won't be long ♪

♪ They'll be happy to know ♪

♪ That as you saw me go ♪

♪ I was singing this song ♪

♪ We'll meet again ♪

♪ Don't know where ♪

♪ Don't know when ♪

♪ But I know we'll meet again ♪

♪ Some sunny d-a-a-ay ♪

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This case is calendared for a 12 hearing.

The defendant is challenging
the constitutionality

of a search that led to the discovery

of an unregistered, defaced firearm

seized from his possession.
Is that correct, Mr. Reddington?

Yes, Your Honor, on the grounds
that the search was unreasonable

and therefore a violation
of the Fourth Amendment.

So you are familiar with
Fourth Amendment jurisprudence?

One of my favorite Amendments.
Top three. Maybe five.

Feel free to make light, Mr. Reddington,

but this is serious business.

If you lose and I allow that gun

to be admitted into evidence against you,

the Government will consider that

a violation of your immunity agreement.

And without immunity,

you will be facing
multiple capital offenses.

Your Honor, please.

I'm on pins and needles as it is,

and you're not helping the matter.

I want you to hire an attorney.

And I appreciate your concern.

It's my obligation to let you
know what you're up against.

A motion to suppress involves
a complex legal analysis,

one that should be done by
someone with a legal education.

- Which I have.
- You'll need to explain that.

We're both legal professionals.

Your business is to apply
the law. Mine is to break it.

You studied your profession.

Why would you assume
I haven't studied mine?

So you're familiar with the
legal standard I'll be using

to evaluate Officer Baldwin's search?

If you're referring to the
reasonable-suspicion standard

as articulated by Justice Warren
in Terry v. Ohio, I am.

Fair enough, Mr. Reddington.

Though it may literally be
your funeral, let's proceed.

A-Apologies, Your Honor.

If I could request a brief recess.

Oh, here we go.

I'm sorry. Did you say something?

Let me guess. Your suit isn't
quite pressed to your liking.

Or did you prefer sparkling
water instead of still?

Michael, really.
The process is brutal enough.

I'm doing my very best
despite my feelings about you.

You could at least make
the effort to be civil.

Denied. I see
no reason to break this early,

unless it's some kind of emergency.

That it is. I need to meet with the FBI

about a time-sensitive case.

My immunity agreement may be in jeopardy,

but while it remains intact,

I intend to live up to its obligations.

You can't just pause the legal
proceedings to give me a case.

- I have a situation.
- The judge is furious!

Ever since word of my capture
hit the press,

certain associates are looking
to kick me to the curb.

I know you've got a lot
of enemies out there,

but right now your biggest enemy
is in that courtroom.

Harris Van Ness.

What if you lose this hearing

and they throw out
your immunity agreem...

Do you know who I'm talking
about? Harris Van Ness?

The billionaire...
big in cargo freighters,

died in a fire last week.
Van Ness was murdered

because of his business
affiliations with me.

You're being paranoid.
It was an accident.

There are no accidents around me.

Not unless they're on purpose.

Reddington claims the explosion

was a targeted hit aimed at Van Ness

because he's supporting Reddington

- in ongoing business dealings.
- What business?

Van Ness is one of a group of associates,

some of whom want to sever ties with
Reddington because of his arrest.

A one-percenter gets
knocked off for being

in league with Reddington, and now
he wants us to find his killer?

And Reddington has no idea who did it?

He's got a lot of enemies
who want a piece of his empire.

Lucky for him, he's got
the FBI to protect it.

As for protecting Reddington,
he's our C.I.

Should he ever get out of prison,

we're gonna want him to be
as powerful as possible.

Let's start with the family.
My guess is a man of his wealth

is gonna have a lot of people
coming out of the woodwork.

How many people were given notice?

32. Mr. Van Ness had many bequests.

We understand that the reading
of the will can be emotional.

We'll do what we can to respect that.

I'm sorry. What's your name?

We might have some questions
after we talk to the family.

I don't know why
you'd have any questions.

Paper said it was an accident.

These are good people.

You want to respect them?
Let them mourn in peace.

"$10 million each to Human Rights Watch,

the NAACP, and Brown University.

The remainder of my estate

I leave to my son, Timothy Peterson."

I didn't think Van Ness had kids.

Uh, apparently neither did anyone else.

Harris wanted this letter read
along with his will.

"Timothy, forgive me.

I loved your mother,

but I didn't have the courage
to stay with her.

I know this is an awkward way

to introduce you to your extended family,

but it's the only way
I know how to make amends.

Take the fruits of my labor
and do great things.

Love, your father."

Ah!

What a pleasant sight.

My friend.

Thank goodness for the prison chaplain.

He said you designated me
to provide spiritual advice.

Oh, it had the dual benefit

of getting you in here
and also being true.

Van Ness is dead.

Without him, I don't have the votes

to prevent Androssani
from cutting me off.

I need you to reassure Androssani.

Reason with him.

And if that doesn't work, kill him.

That should scare up a vote or two.

Then what?

We'll see.

And then what?

You do know I didn't really ask you here

to give me spiritual advice, right?

I'm going to give you some anyway.

Be honest.

I need that vote.

Tell Elizabeth the truth.

Everything rests on this.

Money rests on this. Power.

Not peace of mind.

Something has to be done.

It is. You are fighting for your freedom.

Every day I pray that you get it.

For now, you must leave the rest to fate.

I make my own fate.

Not from here.

I'm asking you to do this.

And I am trying to save your soul.

Uh, there's signs.

The inability to recall prepositions

is a common symptom of aphasia.

Recommended therapies include
word games, rote repetition,

uh, either on your own
or in a individualized,

- one-on-one, or group-therapy format.
- Under. Above. Following.

The important thing is to start early.

- To. Unto. Despite.
- Without.

"Quetzals."

That is the national bird of Guatemala

and, weirdly, one of its monetary units.

- Good to know.
- No, wait, wait, wait, wait.

No, no. If you put the Q and
the S on the triple word score,

it's worth over 300 points.

Did you find out about Timothy Peterson?

Right. Work.

As of the reading of his father's will,

Tim Peterson is the
511th-richest man in America

and, I'm fairly confident,
the only billionaire

working in a bowling alley
and living in a trailer park.

Looks like that apple fell a few,
uh, light-years from the tree.

Oh, that's putting it mildly.

His credit score is 580,
he's $62,000 in debt, and...

he has got a criminal record.

Unpaid speeding tickets,
public intoxication,

a bar fight that got him
thrown in jail for a week.

It seems like more of
a slacker than a killer.

His inheritance came
as a complete surprise.

Then what motivation would he have

to kill his father
if he didn't know about it?

Well, let's say he did know.

How does a kid living in a
trailer park outside Arlington

connect in any way to Mr. Reddington?

And if he doesn't, why are we
even on this case?

Because something doesn't
add up, and I want to know why.

Navabi, the people in his posts,

I want to know everything about them.

Ressler, Keen, talk to Peterson.

Find out what he knew about his
old man and when he knew it.

Well, it didn't take him long
to spend the old man's money.

Sure beats the trailer park.

I've been to my share of Irish
wakes, but this is ridiculous.

Hate to interrupt Miller Time,
but where's Tim Peterson at?

Hey, Tim! Hide your cash!

The IRS is already here.

Tim Peterson. Agents Ressler, Keen. FBI.

FBI? Don't worry. The hotel
suite is bought and paid for.

We just have a few questions
surrounding your father's death.

You and me both.

When was the last time
you spoke with him?

Far as I can recall,
I never spoke to him.

I didn't even know he was my
father till the lawyer called,

told me to come
to the reading of the will.

What questions do you have?

Why didn't he get in touch
with me when he was alive?

What kept him from
wanting to get to know me?

And most importantly, why'd
he leave me all this dough?

You don't seem too upset about him dying.

It's just DNA. Like I said,
I never met the man.

Tim, who are the late arrivals?

Hey, princess.

These are my new friends from the FBI.

Hi, new friends from the FBI.

I'm Deidre. I'm Tim's...

She's my shooting star.

Aww.

Can I get you a drink?
What would you like?

Answers to a few questions.

I swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth so help me God.

We met at the bowling alley.

It only took her three frames

to get her shoe stuck in the ball return.

I had to press the little "help" button,

and he came and got my shoe back.

But I'll be damned if he didn't
steal my heart in the process.

I teach second grade in Bedford.

Guess I love being around kids
'cause I come from a big family.

Seeing as he didn't know much
about his, I encouraged him.

I got my birth certificate,
found out my mom had died.

She moved to California after she had me,

got married, had another kid.

Deidre held my hand,
I pick up the phone...

Next thing, I had a sister.

I always thought I was an only child.

When Mom passed, I didn't
have anyone but Marcus.

And when we heard
that Helen had a brother,

I didn't know what to think.

We flew across the country to meet him.

And I gave him a big hug.

Probably talk once a day
on the phone now.

Uh, when Tim called to tell me

who his father was
and what had happened...

We were happy for him.
How could you not be?

But I'm just glad I have a brother.

That's what matters to me.

Mr. Reddington. That recess
was anything but brief.

Any further delays?

Or might we finally
get this show on the road?

I'm finished serving the public
good for the moment, Your Honor.

So, yes, the Government may once again

go about its business
of trying to execute me.

Wonderful. Mr. Sima?

Sir, please state your name
for the record.

Officer Michael Baldwin. Shield 21561.

I'm a patrol officer
with the 27th Precinct.

On the day in question,
the 16th of this month,

were you in fact on patrol

- in the 27th Precinct?
- Yes.

Did you make any arrests that afternoon?

One. I arrested that man
there, in the navy-blue suit.

May the record reflect the witness
has identified the defendant.

- Uh, o-objection.
- Grounds?

That's not entirely correct, Your Honor.

The suit is actually a prunelle weave...

blue with a subtle overlay of red.

So in the right light,
it goes quite plum.

Denied. So reflected.

Officer Baldwin,

how did you come to arrest the defendant?

I received a radio run of a man
with a gun on West 4th Street

near the vicinity of the Red Brau Tavern.

Dispatch described the individual

as a white male, 50s,
in a tan suit and hat.

I approached the location
on foot where I observed

the defendant standing at a pretzel cart

in a conversation with the vendor.

What drew your attention
to the defendant?

It was the only suit in the area
wearing a fedora-style hat.

I see. And did you arrest
the defendant at that point?

No, sir. I approached Mr. Reddington

in an effort to assess the situation.

I requested ID, and he gave me a
fake driver's license and name.

Who did he say he was?

A shower curtain salesman
named George Murphy.

How did he seem?

Nervous. His eyes were darting.

I got the feeling that he was
possibly being evasive.

At one point, he turned and
looked towards the tavern,

which I interpreted
to be a furtive gesture...

Furtive? Is that what it was?

You'll get your turn, Mr. Reddington.

I asked him to turn around,
and he refused...

made a joke about it
not being his good side.

That's when I noticed a bulge
in his jacket, at his waistline.

- Objection.
- Y-Your Honor.

No. A bulge at my waistline?

I'd prefer that the witness

leave my bulges out of this entirely.

You'll... Mr. Reddington...
That's more than en...

I want that struck from the
record. It's embarrassing.

Sit down, or I will have
someone sit you down!

Officer, please continue.

I had the defendant
put his hands on the cart,

and I conducted a pat-down of his person.

That's when I recovered a
Browning semi-automatic pistol

from a holster in the small of his back.

Your Honor, permission
to approach the witness.

Granted.

Do you recognize this weapon?

That's the one I recovered.

As you can see, the serial
number's been scratched off.

Your Honor, the Government moves

to enter Exhibit 1 into evidence.

Thank you, Officer.

That's all for now.

Your witness.

Hey. Guys. Peterson's story checks out.

He was given up by his birth
mother, raised in foster care,

and has an alibi for
the night Van Ness died.

Cameras at the bowling alley show...

show him working that night.

So this guy really is the
luckiest half-wit in history.

Or the biggest mark.

What did you learn
about the company he keeps?

Helen Litke,
Marcus Duncan, Deidre Mori...

his sister, brother-in-law,
and girlfriend.

We're still waiting on
background information

for Litke and Duncan, but...

the girlfriend told you she was a
second-grade teacher in Bedford?

The Virginia school system
has no record of her.

Driver's license and
Social Security number

registered to Deidre Mori
are less than 12 months old.

She said she met Peterson a year ago.

Keen, Ressler, time to have
a little chat with Miss Mori.

Or whoever she really is.

That radio run...

According to your arrest report,

it was based on an anonymous tip.

- That's correct.
- So someone called 911

and said that a white man in his 50s

wearing a suit and a hat

was in the vicinity
of the Red Brau Tavern

- and that man had a gun.
- Yes.

And this tip came from someone
you never spoke to,

someone who also refused
to give his or her name

- to the police operator.
- Yes.

Completely anonymous,
not a trusted source

known to have been reliable in the past.

That's true, but I didn't arrest
you based only on the tip.

I conducted my own investigation.

What investigation was that?

I asked for identification.

Which I provided immediately.

A false ID.

No, you didn't know that at the time.

That license was created

by the preeminent
document forger in the world.

Not in this country. On the planet.

There's not a chance you could
have known it was a fake.

You looked nervous. Furtive.

Officer Baldwin,
I've been evading the police

and law enforcement for almost 30 years.

I'm the most wanted man in the world.

At the time of our encounter,

I was armed with a Browning
9-millimeter semi-automatic

with a round in the chamber
and the hammer cocked.

Do you really expect
this court to believe

that a marshmallow
disguised as a patrol officer,

a comic figure in an ill-fitting uniform,

could possibly make me nervous?

- Objection!
- Sustained.

You think this is funny?!
You're a real smart guy, huh?!

Well, we'll see how smart you are!

There he is.

There's the real Officer Baldwin.

You didn't search me for looking nervous.

The truth is I was disrespectful.

- No.
- I was disrespectful, you got angry,

and you decided right then and there

to show me you were in charge.

- That's not true.
- I was a wise ass.

You said as much to your
fellow officers at the scene.

Tell you what...
I'll apologize for my behavior

if you apologize for the illegal pat-down

that has exposed me to the death penalty.

No?

Think about it.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Aram, do me a favor and confirm
the trace on Mori's cell.

Corner of Trenton and Willoughby.

I can't get any more specific
than that, but she's there.

Along with 50 other people.

Now we know why she isn't answering.

This is gonna be a mess.

Did I tell you my, uh, cousin in
Idaho's getting married next week?

You've got a cousin in Idaho?

Yeah. Perp-loving cop hater.

There. Now you've met him.

I don't see her among the guests.

You may kiss the bride.

That's 'cause she's not one of them.

Does this make any sense to you?

No. Deidre's now "Hiraki."

I'm guessing Hiraki's
no more real than Deidre.

He's got to be in on it, right?
Helping her con Peterson?

Maybe she's conning them both.

I told you, I don't know
where she is. She left.

She left her own wedding reception?

Can we talk about this somewhere else?

My parents think that Hiraki's back th...

No, we know her name's not Hiraki.

Shh! Please, not here.

Wait. You know her name's not Hiraki?

Yes, but my family has no idea.
What's this about?

Why don't you tell us? Why'd she leave?

That's all I could afford.

You paid her? To marry you?

Through a service.
Well, for today for my family.

My parents, they have public lives,

and they're very traditional.

And this, the wedding, Hiraki and I...

it's a dream that they want to believe

- to save them from the shame.
- What shame?

Why on Earth would you lie to
your family about your marriage?

Because I'm gay.

And in their world,
that remains unacceptable.

Wait. This service. what's it called?

Alter Ego.

What's that?

Here at Alter Ego,

our artists provide clients
with an immersive experience.

Not a performance.

An experience that is unabridged.

It's unpredictable.
It's very close to real life.

So, I'm sorry. Your firm,
you rent humans?

We fill vacancies.

We provide the relationships

that are missing in our clients' lives.

For example?

A young professional wants to take

the "wife" that he doesn't have
to his high-school reunion.

Or a single mother wants to introduce

her young 6-year-old to the
father that she never had,

and so she creates
a new, more healthy narrative

with a "father" whose story line
she can write and control.

These people are paid to lie.

The actors may be counterfeit,

but the roles and the emotional
support they provide

are very real.

A billionaire dies, leaving his fortune

to a son that no one knew he had,

and the actress playing
his loving girlfriend

is conning him.

Do you recognize her?

Does she work for your company?

Uh, she doesn't look familiar,
but that doesn't mean anything.

We have hundreds of artists on staff.

You're going to have to find her.

Our employees do not con clients.

If someone has taken advantage
of a role or a scenario,

then Alter Ego had nothing to do with it.

You can go a long way to proving that

by giving me Deidre Mori's real name.

Mr. Reddington.
The Government has rested.

The ball's in your court.

If you intend to testify
or call a witness,

now would be the time.

I want to hear the tape.

- Excuse me?
- Of the anonymous call.

We haven't offered
the tape into evidence.

Exactly. How do I know it even exists?

How do I know you're not
fabricating the entire call

as a way to justify the search?

Should I even ask if you have
any foundation for that?

Oh, come on. The government pretended

my immunity agreement didn't exist.

How do I know you're not
pretending the tape does?

Under the circumstances, that's
a fair question, Mr. Sima.

This hearing is about Officer Baldwin

and whether he had a reasonable suspicion

that this defendant
was carrying a weapon.

Yes, and he relied on the information

that was relayed in that call.

No. He relied on the information
relayed by his dispatcher.

I was targeted. I want to know why.

The why is irrelevant.
What you want to know is who.

You want to hear the voice on that tape.

I have a Sixth Amendment right
to confront my accusers.

Something tells me you're interested
in more than just confrontation.

Your Honor, given this
defendant's history...

What history? I haven't made any threats.

And in case you've forgotten,
I'm in federal custody.

Oh, right, and I'm sure
if you recognized the voice

you're not gonna put a bullet
in that person's head!

Enough! Now, I agree, as a matter of law,

what matters is what the officer believed

at the time he conducted
the pat-down, period.

That said, given
the government's penchant

for dishonesty where
this defendant is concerned,

I think it's more
than reasonable to wonder

if the police are playing fair.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Oh, don't thank me just yet.

I am ordering Mr. Sima
to produce the tape,

but for my ears only.

- Objection.
- Overruled.

I'm not giving you that tape,
Mr. Reddington.

But I will confirm that it exists

and that it says what they claim.

Best I can do. Back in an hour.

- Hey. How was Alter Ego?
- Very strange.

But I got copies of all
of the employee files.

Could tell us who the
girlfriend really is.

Great. I'll print them out.

And, by the way,
I downloaded Word Splurge.

- Why?
- So we can play against each other.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Okay. If you're worried about crushing me

- and my rather minuscule ego...
- It's not that.

...be warned... I'm highly
competitive at word games.

- Aram.
- And... Uh, what?

- I don't want to play.
- But you do play.

On my own. And I'd like
to keep it that way.

- Why?
- Because I do.

Can you just print out the files, please?

Actors being hired to
play fathers, mothers, brides.

How can someone lie
about a thing like that?

The groom we talked to
did it to please his mother.

Hiding the truth
that your marriage is fake?

I don't know how long that can last.

In a relationship,
the truth always comes out.

MaryAnn. 35. Registered nurse.

Special skills...

marijuana distributor

with an intuitive understanding
of supply and demand.

This would be the perfect date
for your cousin's wedding.

Wait. What? I love weddings.

Wait. If you need a plus-one,
I'm totally down to go.

I'm only half-kidding.

I mean, we all know how amazing you are,

but you're pushing 40 with no prospects.

Why let your cousin in on that?

Because it's the truth, the part
about me being amazing.

She's fluent in Spanish and French.

I'm not gonna lie about
being someone I'm not.

Unlike our blushing bride...

Jan Chuckerman.

Does it say who hired her?
Sister or brother-in-law?

I highly doubt it, because...
they're fake, too.

They're all actors?

This tells us the who, but not the how.

Peterson was the illegitimate
son no one knew about.

How did they?

They... had someone on the inside.

Recognize him?

That's the kid from the estate hearing,

the one who didn't give us his name.

- And now we know why.
- He had all the information.

Must be his op. I say we bring him in.

He's an actor. Let's see how
well he performs under pressure.

Thanks.

Put this on the room, too.

And 50% for you. Cheers.

Okay. Stop!

God. Stop. She's had enough.

No!

Do it again. One more.

Hey, Tim. You're early.

Look familiar?

They should. You killed them.

I want a lawyer.

How 'bout we start with the senior
partner at your firm? Ashton Hirsh.

Want to know what he told us?

That Harris Van Ness
had a heart attack last year,

that he amended his will
after that to include his son.

He also said that you were
his personal assistant

and that you filed the amendment.

I was doing my job. That's not a crime.

What about Tim Peterson's will?

Did you have access to that, as well?

See whether or not he changed it

to make sure that his loved
ones were taken care of?

Except they're not his
loved ones, are they, Roger?

I don't know what you're talking about.

They're actors. Just like you.

We know about Alter Ego,

that you're hired out to play parts,

that you figured out how these three
play the part of a lifetime...

the family that Tim Peterson never had.

It was a clever plan getting
into Peterson's life a year ago,

making sure he trusted them
before you murdered his father.

I didn't kill anyone.

Sounds like you know who did.

No one was supposed to die.

I made that clear from the beginning.

Van Ness was sick.
It was just a matter of time.

But Marcus... He was getting antsy.

He wanted his cut,
and I told him to wait.

He wouldn't listen.

Not about Van Ness or... or about Tim.

He's not gonna wait
to bleed Tim dry, is he?

No. He's working, uh,
much faster than that.

Deidre, what is he doing to you?

- Go get the pills.
- They're in my room.

Then don't just stand there
like a post! Go get 'em!

Talk to me!

Hey! No one's going anywhere!

Just...

Helen, go get the damn pills.

What is this? Why are you doing this?

For the money.

Peterson's on the 16th floor,
in the penthouse suite.

I'll go up. You secure the building.

I'm gonna need you to take me
to your head of security.

Tell him.

- Tell him what?
- Tell him.

I'm pregnant.

It's yours, Tim-bo.

A real-life bun in the oven.
Congratulations.

Sorry, babe, but...

how else do you think
we're gonna get that cash?

Here's how it works.

You found out about the baby...

You didn't take the news so well.

Of course you've been drinking.
And along with the pills...

- We fought, you got violent.
- No.

No choice but to defend herself.

She got her hands on that gun of
yours you've been traveling with

ever since you got rich and paranoid.

Nobody's gonna believe you.

Honestly? Tim...

A kid from a trailer park...

drunk and high on pills

is killed by his pregnant girlfriend

who's only trying to defend herself?

Got 'em. Here you go.

You'll never get the money.

I don't have a will, an estate plan.

But you have a kid, and with you dead,

the inheritance goes to your
only living next of kin...

your child.

And guess who gets sole
custody of our child, hmm?

Tim?

How's that for a plan?

FBI! Hands. Show me your hands!

Don't even think about it.

Damn it.

Keen.

I got Peterson and two of the preps,

but Deidre's on the move.

We should've called the bellhop,
told him to bring the cart.

We don't need the cart.

You say we don't need the cart,
then I carry the bags!

We need the cart!

Okay, next time, I'll get the cart.

Don't move! I said don't move!

Not you, sir. Ma'am, can
you please hold the door?

You. Get up!

This place doesn't get
our business anymore.

Uh, welcome back.
I want to make a brief record.

First to establish my findings,
but also to preserve the facts

for Mr. Reddington's inevitable appeal.

I have listened to the recording
provided by the prosecution.

The call is in sum and substance

exactly as the resulting
radio run describes.

I find no compelling justification

for forcing the Government
to put the recording

in evidence at this proceeding.

Mr. Reddington,
if you have any final argument,

I'm ready to hear it.

What did he have, Your Honor?

- What did who have?
- Officer Baldwin.

A tip from a source who
refused to give their name.

No explanation as to how their
information was acquired,

no prior history of reliability,

no compelling reason to believe
the tip was even credible.

And the details?

A white man in his 50s
wearing a suit and hat?

On a busy street in New York City?

I couldn't possibly
have been the only one.

And how did the caller know

I was carrying a concealed weapon?

It was concealed, for God's sake.

In what stretch of the imagination

could this kind of tip
justify this search?

Officer Baldwin obviously
knew that when he got there,

which is why he didn't just
throw me up against a wall.

He knew that what he had

didn't amount to reasonable
suspicion under the law.

So what did he do? He investigated.

Please excuse my drip of sarcasm,

but Officer Baldwin asked
for some identification,

and I gave him a false ID so magnificent,

even I started to believe
my name was George Murphy.

He said I looked around nervously.

The truth is, I made fun of the man.

I refused to give him

the respect he somehow
believe he deserved.

It happens. I get impatient.
I make a comment I might regret.

It's one of my biggest issues in therapy,

along with some residual
anxiety from childhood

and a sexual fascination I'd
prefer to discuss in chambers.

But the point is the tip
gave him next to nothing,

and his own observations
didn't change things one iota.

I know it, you know it,
and even he knows it,

which is saying a lot
since I'm pretty sure

all he cares about is
reading his name in the papers

and the whiff of his boss's backside.

Ah! You see? There I go again.

I promise I will work
on this with my therapist

just as soon as you kick the gun

and let me get the hell out of here.

Thank you.

How could I have been so stupid?

You wanted the fantasy to be real.

You wanted a family.

All that time.

All those lies.

I know what it's like

to be fooled by people
who you think are family.

I know how painful that is.

What are you doing here?

- I need to speak with him.
- Why?

This doesn't have anything
to do with Reddington.

I only need a minute.

Mr. Peterson.

Who are you?

I work for the man who saved your life.

I'm here to ask you to do him
a favor in return.

Harris Van Ness
was murdered for his money.

His death had nothing to do with you.

He's still dead.

When he expired, so did his vote.

It didn't expire.

It was transferred to his heir.

Van Ness doesn't have an heir.

As fate would have it, he does.

My father would have voted
with Reddington.

In his absence, I vote with Reddington.

You tasked the FBI to find an enemy,

and in doing so, you found a friend.

What a pleasant surprise.

Sometimes you make your own fate.

Sometimes... fate makes you.

Mm.

All rise.

Let me be clear.

Reasonable suspicion can be based

upon a tip given to the police,

but only if the information provided has

what the Supreme Court calls
"an indicia of reliability."

Now, to make that judgment,
the courts look

at the source's veracity, reliability,

and basis of knowledge.

The officer knew none of those things.

All he had was a small amount
of predictive detail.

White male, right age,
wearing the right suit and hat.

Mr. Reddington is correct.
Alone, it's not nearly enough.

But there's more.

The officer made his own observations.

In his view,
the defendant seemed nervous.

Whatever looks the defendant
gave, he interpreted as furtive.

The defendant resisted
his instruction to turn around.

Is that enough? It probably
wouldn't have been for me.

But the issue is not

whether I would have patted
Mr. Reddington down.

The issue is, was the decision to do so

manifestly unreasonable?

I find that it wasn't.

Accordingly, the defendant's motion

to suppress the gun seized from
his possession is hereby denied.

Your Honor, in light of your
ruling, it's our position

that the defendant violated
his immunity agreement.

Upon conviction for
the gun possession at trial,

that agreement will be nullified.

We intend to pursue all of
the outstanding indictments

against the defendant
and seek the death penalty.

One step at a time, Mr. Sima.

Mr. Reddington, you made a good case.

For what it's worth,
it wasn't an easy decision.

So, I guess I've got that going for me.

♪ We were sun-burned and shoeless kids ♪

With. For.

♪ We were skipping stones
- Into.

Of. To. Despite.

♪ In the failing light

♪ I smelled the fireplace

♪ Although we were miles away

♪ We were infinite

♪ There was no time in those days ♪

♪ When all we knew wasn't stolen ♪

♪ There was nothing real to lose ♪

Welcome to Alter Ego.
What is it that you wish for?

I have a wedding to go to, and, uh...

You'd like to bring someone.

Yeah.

I mean, yes. I'd like to bring someone.

I hear you guys can help with that.

♪ When regrets were nowhere

I came as soon as I heard.

Can you appeal the ruling,
get it overturned?

I was wrong about Van Ness.

I was so sure my enemy was out there...

when he was in here all the time.

I must be getting old.

Either that, or I'm facing
a particularly worthy adversary.

The gun's been admitted.

They'll throw out your immunity.

I was set up.

What are you talking about?

There's a recording of the
person who tipped off the cops.

Have you heard it?

What goes on in court...

yeah, there are rules,
people play their parts.

Your enemies are known.
It's a fair fight.

And despite losing today,
it's only just begun.

Have you heard the recording?

No.

♪ You barely talked, and I didn't mind ♪

But I intend to.

And when I do,
- I'll know who betrayed me.

And at that moment,
no matter where I am...

on the street, in solitary confinement,

or on the receiving end
of a firing squad...

at that moment, whoever set me up...

his fate will be sealed.

♪ Ohh-ahhh, ohh-oh-oh-oh