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I've been accused
of being a lot of things...

unemotional, cold,

a risk-inclined agitator...

whose own board sometimes
feels he's a liability.

Truth is, I've made my share
of mistakes...

but it is no secret
that our e-commerce market share

is expanding much faster
than anticipated.

That means fulfillment is
the bottleneck for real growth,

which is why I am here to announce

that Chione will be opening

a brand-new, state-of-the-art
distribution facility

in Malaysia by the end of next year.

All right.

Oh, hey.

All right.

Mr. Tamerlane? It's a pleasure.

Oh, thank you very much. Would
you, uh, like a photo together?

Oh, eh, it's okay. I'm here on business.

It's about that incident
near Rock Creek Park.

Uh...

- I'm sorry, your name was...?
- I'm not the only one who knows.

I'm afraid there's some
real legal jeopardy

coming your way...

a credible witness, a grand jury.

- Who the hell are you? How do you...
- Please, let's not...

talk here.

Uh, just come see me... alone.

I think I can be of assistance.

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We are on record
this morning in the matter of

The United States v. Raymond Reddington

on charges of treason
in connection to the sale

of classified data
to Russian intelligence.

Is the government ready
to proceed to trial?

- We are, Your Honor.
- And the defense?

We are not. Uh, the royal "we"... me.

I am not.

Dare I ask why?

Like it or not,
I have to be open to the idea

that there may be
certain mental abnormalities

that are the cause
of my criminal conduct.

As delighted as the government is

that Mr. Reddington
has stated on the record

that his conduct is criminal,

whether mental disease caused his crimes

is a question for a jury to decide

if and when he raises
an insanity defense.

I don't see what possible
connection that has

to whether he's prepared
to move to trial.

Well, I cannot proceed to trial...

until I know how to defend myself,

or whether I can even self-advocate

in an effective way.

You know the facts.

That's generally a good start.

And if the facts indicate

that I'm not competent to stand trial?

Defense counsel succeeded
in convincing Your Honor

to uphold his immunity agreement.

H-He may be crazy like a fox...

but he's not crazy.

While I've come to appreciate

the innate facility Mr. Sima has

with the obvious cliché,

I'm sure the Court is aware that,

on the subject of my mental health,

his opinion is just that... his opinion.

I'd prefer to take
the Court's recommendation

and base my defense on the facts.

The only relevant fact
is that there is no motion

concerning the defendant's
mental health before the court.

I am making that motion now,
as is my right

under the Federal Rules
of Criminal Procedure.

Therefore, I ask
for the court's indulgence

because I appear before you in pro per,

and also possibly mad as a hatter.

Talk about your obvious cliché.

Guilty as charged.

Or not... if I really am mad.

How about giving us all
a chance to find out?

What do you mean
he's talking a trip?

The judge granted his request
for a psychiatric evaluation,

so, as a federal prisoner,
he's being sent

to the Federal Medical Center
in Springfield, Missouri.

Does Reddington really believe

anyone's gonna think
that he's incompetent?

I didn't request the evaluation

so I'd be evaluated.

I did it because I no longer
have an immunity agreement,

and I need leverage to get a new one.

How does a psych eval get you that?

Because it gets me to Missouri.

There's a man I need to see there.

- A man? What man?
- I don't know, and I don't care.

All I care about is
that he didn't give me a case,

so we can work on ours.

- Ours is at a dead end.
- What are you talking about?

We've ID'd the man
who was Koehler's patient

right after Reddington was.
He might know his real identity.

Yeah, and if could find him,
maybe he'd tell us,

but we can't.

We're stuck, but if I could get
the Task Force to help us...

I thought we
couldn't go to the FBI.

If we did, Reddington would find out.

We can't give them a case,
but Reddington can.

I thought he didn't have one.

They don't know that.

Gerald Todd Klepper
was a doctor in Newark

who murdered 17 patients.

Terminally ill patients.
Cops think it was euthanasia.

They think, but they don't know.

By the time the police realized
Klepper was responsible,

he was gone.

And in the 28 years since,
no one's found him

because, according to Reddington,

he had his appearance altered

by everyone's favorite plastic
surgeon to the criminal elite...

Dr. Hans Koehler.

I'm sorry. So, Reddington
wants us to track down

- one of Dr. Koehler's patients?
- Thanks to him,

we already acquired a list
with their names on it.

The Bureau has assigned a team
to track them down.

He says Klepper is a very special case.

And, no, he didn't say why.

And we can't ask him
because he hoodwinked his judge

into sending him to Missouri
for a psych eval.

What do we know about
this "Angel of Death"?

Let's start with what we don't
know... like his current ID,

what he looks like, and where he lives.

You said you could be of assistance.

What we do know is that,

according to Koehler's medical file,

prior to his operation,
Klepper was on dialysis.

Our only lead is a 28-year-old
medical condition?

That's the only lead the police have.

But the victims' families
hired a P.I. to follow up,

and what he found, we don't know.

And you need to talk to him.

We know who Klepper was...

maybe this guy can tell us who he is.

Cindy Kobata was fighting leukemia.

Jim Franklin had a wife and two kids.

Bethany Ray had cystic fibrosis.

She'd just turned 21
when Klepper killed her.

How long've you been working this case?

The families came to me in '94.

I wish I could'a been more help,

but Klepper stayed off the grid...

no citizenship, no taxes,
no footprint, nothing.

Is there anything you can
tell us about him now?

I can tell you the cops had it all wrong.

They said he was all about putting
people out of their misery,

but these people were demanding
aggressive treatment.

They weren't targeted because
they wanted to die...

they were targeted
because they wanted to live.

- Now, why would he do that?
- Because by fighting to stay alive,

they used up resources
that he thought were better used

on healthier patients.

You make him sound like an actuary.

Hmm.

Most people think life is priceless.

Not Klepper.

He did a cost-benefit analysis
on these people,

figured that the cost
outweighed the benefits,

and killed them because of it.

You killed someone.

For that, most people would
believe you belong in prison.

Their belief is based on a
Judeo-Christian tradition of justice.

Mine is more algebraic.

There's a constant and a variable.

The constant is the work you do.

It has value,

and it will be compromised
with you behind bars.

The variable is what economists
call the VSL...

the value of statistical life.

In this case, the value of your life

versus the value of the life
of the witness

whose testimony will put you behind bars.

Okay, I can make it worth their
while not to say anything.

The authorities have identified her.

She was walking home that night
and saw what she saw.

She's made a preliminary statement.

At this point, a bribe has
a low probability of success.

I'm afraid my equation is premised

on a more permanent solution.

Killing her.

If her VSL is lower than yours.

You can't put a price on a life.

Nearly every department
in our government has a VSL.

The EPA's is $10 million.

The FDA's is $7.9 million.

The Department of Transportation

is $6.4 million.

The annoying beep that goes off
when the people

in the front seat
don't put their seatbelts on?

Ever wonder why there was no beep

for the people sitting in the back?

It would cost the auto industry
$325 million a year

and save 44 lives.

325 divided by 44 is 7.4...

meaning that the value of each
life that would be saved

is $7.4 million.

But since DOT values each life
at only $6.4 million,

no beeps in the back.

Those are statistical models

to determine the cost of a life,

not to decide the value
of one life over another.

Organ recipient protocols.

What a teacher makes
versus a hedge fund manager.

We make comparative values all the time,

and I've done it for you and Miss Carter.

A bus driver versus a titan of industry.

A volunteer at a local boys' club

versus a man who employs 12,000 people.

I've circled the relevant numbers.

Well, according to this,
she comes out ahead.

Smaller carbon footprint.

Works with at-risk youth.

You give people paychecks.
She gives them hope.

I'm not a murderer.

That's why you need me.

How do I tip your scales?

You're building a plant in Malaysia.

I want it built in Detroit.

My coefficient for
America First is very high.

No, that's impossible.

I've already put $100 million
into that plant.

I never said killing hope
would be cheap...

just ethical.

How can murder ever be ethical?

How can 44 people die each year

because they weren't warned
to put on their seatbelts?

Some lives have more value than others.

Move the plant, your life
will have more value

than the woman set
to testify against you.

It's nothing personal. It's just math.

So, I've been thinking
about The Angel of Death

and trying to figure out
why a digital nomad...

who never stops moving...

would stop in one place
for nearly three months.

The answer? His kidney.

You think this has to do
with his dialysis treatments?

Not the treatments, the cure.

- A transplant.
- I pulled the rolls

of every kidney transplant recipient

in Philadelphia in 2010.

And after removing the patients...

that were the wrong age, sex, or race,

I was able to narrow it down
to a list of 14 men,

one of which is this guy.

Cameron Morella.

He's he right age, and before 2010,

- he was non-existent.
- Because he was someone else.

Gerald Todd Klepper.

I'm telling you...
I think this is our guy.

Miss Carter? Eric Price.

I'm here on behalf
of the District Attorney

to review your testimony.
May I have a minute?

So he has a new face
but still needs a kidney.

Did you run him through the database...

license, credit cards?

I did, and it appears he's in D.C.

His last purchase was for a hotel room

near 4th and E Street.

And that... that was under an hour ago.

Notify Ressler and Keen.

Have them pay Mr. Morella a visit.

I thought the lady
at the DA's Office

said that I wouldn't
be giving a statement

- until later today.
- Yes. About that...

The truth is, I don't work
for the DA's Office.

I'm here on behalf of Mr. Tamerlane.

What? You lied to me?!

Miss Carter, please. Calm down.

And you're here to
what... you're here to what...

try and buy me off? Is that what this is?

He thinks he can just pay me off
and make me lie

about what I saw him do
to that poor girl?!

It's not quite that simple.

Who are you? What are you doing?

Help! Help!

Ohh! Help me! Let go of me!

No!

According to the CDC,

accidents are the leading cause of death

among women 25 to 34.

It only accounts

for 18% of deaths among black women.

But at 36.9%,

it's number one with a bullet

among white women like yourself.

Tragic slip and fall
coming out of the shower,

and, sadly, you'll be
just one more statistic

in the CDC's annual report
on health equity.

As Mark Twain said,
there's three kinds of lies...

lies, damned lies, and statistics.

So, we are here to evaluate

whether you're competent to stand trial.

This is a comfy chair.

Do you understand what that means?

It's comfy?

Competency means you are capable
of understanding...

the characteristic and consequences

of the proceedings against you.

Based on what I've read
in the trial transcript,

- you seem quite capable.
- And yet I don't...

understand
why I'm there... in court.

I don't know what I've done wrong.

- You don't?
- Not really, no.

Have you killed people?

Polluting rivers kills people,
good people...

killed for profit.

Raising the speed limit kills
people... to save time.

The death penalty.

Unjust wars have killed so many people.

Whatever I've done,

I've done because I thought it was just.

So, do I really understand
the proceedings against me?

No, I don't.

I'm going to administer
a series of diagnostics tests.

If they're designed to see

whether I can distinguish between

the behavior the system
defines as criminal

and that which I deem appropriate...

I can't.

Let's start with the Rorschach test.

Ah. Inkblots. I must warn you,

they all look like genitalia to me.

There you go.

Copy. Walking them in now.

Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI.
What's going on here?

Got a call about 20 minutes ago.

Housekeeping found
a DOA female in the room.

Looks like a slip and fall.

That's no slip and fall.

This guy... Cameron Morella,
he's our suspect.

He's on the move. Lock it down.
Search the building.

Hello, Atticus.

It's been a while.

I was sorry to hear about all
the tomfoolery in Cincinnati,

but I'm confident it'll all blow over

and you'll be acquitted soon.

I came here because I need a favor.

It's about our mutual acquaintance.

I need to find him.

I'm in trouble, and I need to find him.

If anyone can help me, it's you.

This is important, Atticus.

It's a matter of life and death.

You can talk at him all day,

but he ain't gonna say much.

I'm sorry?

Mr. Rodrick.

They got him on a cocktail

of antipsychotics and mood stabilizers

that have most men counting worms.

It's for the best, though.

He's a bear if he doesn't get
his meds every three hours...

yeah, just like the Incredible Hulk.

Knock yourself out.

Jiminy Christmas!

- What?
- For the love of...

Please tell me that's not
a Vermilion Flycatcher.

- What are you talking about?
- That little fella right there.

What the hell are you people doing

with a Flycatcher in your aviary?

They're endangered.

That little guy should be
in an open habitat

or desert scrub, at the very least.

Look, I don't know nothing about birds

and desert scrub and all that.

You know what?

Never mind. I am absolutely dead wrong.

That is a Red Factor Canary.

Probably domestically bred.
He's perfectly fine.

Good to know.

One thing at a time, Atticus.

I'll get you sober,
and then you can tell me

how to find your friend

We're not seeing
any images of Klepper

on hotel security or area CCTV.

His credit cards are dark,
his cellphone...

MPD's swept the building. He's gone.

- What about his hotel room?
- He never entered it.

We think he only purchased it to
get access to the victim's floor.

I just had an interesting chat
with the U.S. Attorney's Office

- for the District of Columbia.
- What do they have to do with this?

They're paying the bill
for the dead woman's room.

Turns out she's the key witness

in a case against Digby Tamerlane.

The Chione founder? That guy
is like a gazillionaire.

Yeah, well, he's also being
investigated by a grand jury

for the hit-and-run death
of a 12-year-old.

- Now, without her testimony...
- Their case doesn't exist.

I'm sorry, I think I'm confused.

What is a-a-a deceased witness
in a hit-and-run case

have to do with
The Angel of Death killer?

The P.I. said he decided who to kill

based on some cost-benefit analysis.

Or maybe he thinks that the, uh,
benefits of a gazillionaire's freedom

are worth more than a witness's life.

Tamerlane clearly benefits
from this supposed "accident."

Press him. Let's find out
what else he's hiding.

Everyone's favorite superpower

is flying like a bird.

I'd prefer mind control.

Although, at this point,

maybe just X-ray vision.

Reddington?

Hello, Atticus.

Welcome back.

What are you doing here?

- Please answer yes or no.
- Why?

As I've already explained,

your answers will help me evaluate

your competency to stand trial.

Whether I'm easily awakened by noise?

The MMPI-2 is an effective
diagnostic tool,

as is my assessment of
your willingness to cooperate.

When I sleep, I sleep.

"I wish I could be as happy
as others seem to be."

Yes.

"My father was a good man."

Good?

No.

"If people weren't out to get me,

I would have been more successful."

Not necessarily.

"I don't always tell the truth."

I need to find your colleague.

"I am an important person."

It's important that I find him.

I'd like to fly.

"I get angry sometimes."

Yes or no. "I get angry sometimes."

No.

I get even.

Is that a look of concern
or keen interest?

You show no signs
of depression, paranoia,

or social introversion.

No hypochondriasis, no hypomania.

- Keen interest, then.
- On the other hand,

you clearly have a psychopathic
deviate conflict

as in regards to society's rules.

Is that it?

After all your inkblots

and questions about my digestive tract,

that's the depth of your analysis,

that I deviate from societal norms?

Given that my life depends
on your learned evaluation,

I hope you have something
slightly more insightful

on that notepad.

You're masquerading.

Leading a double life,

pretending to be someone you're not.

If you're divorced from social norms,

it's because you're divorced

from a side of yourself I can't see

because you're terrified
of letting people see it.

Why, I don't know.

But whatever pathologies you have...

I think they can be
traced to the fact that,

while most people see you
as a, uh, iconic bad guy,

you're really just an imposter.

You expect me to believe you?

I told you three times,

I've never seen the man
before in my life.

Then it should come as
a surprise that he's a suspect

in the murder of Kelly Carter.

- I don't know that name.
- Oh, sure you do.

She's the woman who saw you
in Rock Creek Park

trying to bury that 12-year-old
you ran over...

- Okay, I want my attorney.
- That's why she was in D.C.,

to give her statement to the grand jury.

Okay, listen, lady,

- my lawyers are...
- Your lawyers have no idea

that Cameron Morella is a serial killer,

the one the press dubbed
"The Angel of Death,"

or that his real name
is Gerald Todd Klepper

and that he's responsible for the murders

of Cindy Kobata, Jim Franklin,
Bethany Ray,

or that he's wanted for taking
17 innocent lives,

or even if he's still alive, but I do.

I also know that the two of you
are in business together.

And when I tie you to Klepper,

you're not only looking at
a conspiracy to commit murder,

but I'm gonna do everything in my power

to drag you down with him.

He approached me backstage...
after our Malaysian launch.

He told me about
the witnesses... Miss Carter...

said he could make it go away.

How did you communicate?

I had to go to him at his place...

a campground near Groveton.

- Is that the only way?
- No.

He gave me a phone number.

We have a lead.

Tamerlane coughed up Klepper's number.

I heard. I'll get local PD en route

to that RV park now.

Have Aram run a trace on that number.

We find Klepper's phone, we find Klepper.

And maybe we'll find out why
Reddington gave us this case.

Maybe it's because,
for once, he's a bad guy.

You honestly believe that?

Tell me what Aram finds out.

You need to call your friend Buck.

Why? What did you find out?

I've got
a number I need him to trace.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

202-555-0170.

Gerald Klepper's new identity

is Cameron Morella. That's his number.

- Call me as soon as Buck traces it.
- Wait, why do we need Buck?

I-I thought we were working with the FBI.

- Can't they just run the trace?
- They are,

but we need to get to Klepper
before they do,

- so I gave them the wrong number.
- What?!

I w... They're gonna find out.
What happens when they do?

I'll deal with that later.

For now, we just need to get to Klepper

and see if he can tell us
who Reddington really is.

Atticus.

Atticus, look at me...

What's going on?

You're in a hospital awaiting trial.

They have you on a strong
cocktail of antipsychotics.

Springfield?

Yes, you're in Springfield.

- That doctor...
- Y... Lis... Listen to me.

It's very important
that I locate your colleague.

- He's gone.
- No, yes. I know he's gone.

I need to find him.

That damn doctor.

F... Atticus, forget the doctor.

- Can you help me find him?
- Y...

Mr. Reddington, what are you
doing? We have a session.

We have much to cover, and you're late.

I am so sorry, Doctor. I abhor tardiness,

but if you could just give me one moment.

- That bitch.
- I...

I told her I didn't want
those little red pills.

- I told her no.
- Calm down.

- I'm gonna kill that lady.
- That's enough, really.

I'm gonna rip that tongue
right out of her mouth.

- Atticus, calm down.
- And once I rip that tongue out...

- Atticus...
- I'm gonna shove it

down her damn throat!

Security! Security! Security!

No! No!

I'm gonna rip your tongue out!

I'm gonna rip your tongue out!

- Buck is a god.
- He traced the phone?

He bounced the signal
off of Venus or Mars...

I don't know... but he has a location.

It's a parking lot at 3rd and Sycamore.

Phone number was a dead end.

- I gotta go.
- What are you gonna do?

Are you... Are you gonna go
there? Should I meet you?

I'll call you back.

Evidently, local PD couldn't
find Klepper's RV.

Cooper wants us to get out there,

see if anyone at the campground
has information

- on where he might be.
- You go.

What... you got someplace better to be?

Yeah, I think I'm gonna try
to talk to Reddington,

- see if he knows anything.
- He's in the federal psych hospital.

And this is a life-or-death situation.

I think they're gonna let me talk to him.

Now, there's a phone call
I'd like to be on.

I'll get Navabi to go out
to the RV parking lot...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I mean, y-you're welcome
to listen in if you want,

but, with Reddington, you catch
more flies with honey,

and you are definitely
more sour than sweet.

How do you do it?

- What?
- Put up with him.

I can't stand how much he hides from us,

and I'm not even his kid.

- I don't know how you deal with it.
- It's not easy.

You make it look like it is.

I'll let you know what I find out.

I'll do the same.

Cameron Morella! FBI! Open the door.

Mr. Morella, open the door,

or a tactical team
will storm your vehicle!

Hands where I can see them.

- Where's the cavalry?
- In my hand. Now back up.

Well, I guess there
won't be much more from him,

- now, will there?
- That's the idea.

Atticus.

Atticus.

We don't have much time.

Hey.

Hey.

Your friend has a job.

It's an assassination.

Look at me.

He knows the FBI is looking for him,

so it has to be done quietly.

I'd like to fly.

Hey, hey. Hey.

Your friend... who would he turn to...

to get a job done as quietly as possible?

Atticus, who would he turn to?

General... Shiro...

Ge... General... Who's that?

I-I don't... General Shiro?

Hey, where can I find him?

Would you like to fly?

Oh.

I would.

I know who you are, Mr. Morella.

I know you murdered Kelly Carter

to prevent her from telling a grand jury

that she saw Digby Tamerlane

trying to hide the body
of a young girl he killed

in a hit-and-run.

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

I also know who you were,

Dr. Klepper.

I don't know that name.

Is that him?

He says no.

But I think this should change his mind.

Look familiar?

It should. It's a picture of you

in Dr. Hans Koehler's medical file,

complete with a list
of every time he chiseled you

or injected you,

shaved you down or puffed you up.

I don't recognize this person.

Well, Koehler did a remarkable job

of changing your appearance.

But we both know that
he can't change your DNA.

And that when we do take it,
it's gonna match up to his.

Isn't it, Doctor?

I like to make calculations.

Like deciding who should live
and who should die?

That's one calculation, yes.

Have you made it often?

Often enough.

And it's a surprisingly easy one.

Others are considerably more difficult.

Like why the FBI sent
only one agent and one...

- I'm not sure what.
- We know who you were

before Dr. Koehler changed your identity.

What we want to know is
who Raymond Reddington was.

According to Koehler's records,

you and Reddington were patients

at approximately the same time.

And you think, what, we bonded
in post-op? Compared scars?

The whole point of going to Koehler

was to become anonymous.

I never saw him. He never saw me.

- Whatcha got?
- A guy at the RV park

gave us a description
of Klepper's vehicle.

Aram tracked it to a parking lot
at 3rd and Sycamore.

How far away are you?

About 10 minutes out.

Lemme know what you find
when you get there.

- What about Reddington?
- Reddington?

Well, did you talk to him?

Oh. Yeah. He didn't know anything.

For once we know more than he does.

All right, I'll, uh, call you
when we find something.

I have a gun.

In that cupboard. On the top shelf.

About Reddington...

If you didn't see him, who did?

A nurse.

She saw all the patients...
before and after.

She could tell you who Reddington was.

What's her name?

Your colleagues are on their way.

And for some reason, you didn't
tell them you were already here.

- What is her name?
- I don't randomly decide

who's gonna live or die.

I do it based on
whose life has more value.

Take us, for example.

I'm gonna spend the rest
of my life in prison.

You could have a long
and productive career.

By any reasonable standard,
your life has more value,

which is why you should get my gun.

- We need a name.
- And I'll give it to you...

once I get you to understand
that you have to kill me.

What are you talking about?

I don't know why you want to
know who Reddington was,

but clearly you're willing to
risk a great deal to find out.

Your career, all the good and
productive things you'll do

that makes your life
more valuable than mine,

but it only has that value

if your colleagues
never find out you were here.

And the only way that's gonna happen

is if I'm dead when they arrive.

Like I said, it's a surprisingly
easy calculation.

We're not gonna kill you.

Of course not.

You're gonna kill yourself.

That's what you do... You stage killings

and make them look like accidents.

Or suicides.

My gun.

You don't have much time.

Either I die here

or I spend my life behind bars.

In some ways, it's a mercy killing.

You're not actually considering...

Wait in the car.

You can't do this.

The gun for the name.

If she wants the name, she has no choice.

Go.

This isn't right.

Marguerite Renard.

Find her, you'll find out
who Reddington was.

It's the ethical thing to do.

We should go.

I heard about Klepper.

He must've heard you were coming
and decided killing himself

was better than a life in prison.

Is that how you figure it?

Not exactly, no.

I, uh... found Klepper's burner

in the RV.

That's the number forensics
pulled off it.

And this is the number that you gave me.

So, the way I "figure it,"

is that you gave us a fake number

so that we'd run in circles

while you ran a trace on the real one

so that you could get to Klepper first.

See, first-thought theater
was that you were doing it

for Reddington. I mean, he's not around,

so you're carrying his water for him.

But then I checked.

Since he's been in Missouri,
he hasn't been allowed...

any calls in or out.

I can explain.

He doesn't know anything
about this case, does he?

This is your Blacklister, not his.

It's a good explanation.

I can't tell you now,
but I'll tell you some day.

For now, I just need you to trust me.

Did you kill Klepper?

No.

But I did let him kill himself.

- Why?
- Because he convinced me

the benefit outweighed the cost.

The same way I'm trying to convince you

not to tell Cooper what I've done.

Because the benefit
outweighs the cost.

I think so.

That's a decision you're gonna
have to make for yourself.

Sir?

Autopsy's in on Klepper.

All indications are it was a suicide.

We found evidence in Klepper's RV

that'd he'd made these sort
of "ethical decisions" before.

He killed 14 others. That we know of.

You seem... disappointed.

Doesn't it bother you

that's there's always an ulterior motive?

Some reason we were given a case
that's never fully explained?

Not really, no.

The way I look at it is, because of us,

a serial killer is dead.

No one will ever suffer
because of him again.

As far as I'm concerned,
the case is closed.

Unless there's something I'm missing.

Is there?

No, sir. It's case closed.

Marguerite Renard.

The nurse. We've got to find her.

Before he found you,
could you have done it...

- what you did in the RV?
- She can't be hard to locate.

And when we find her, we find
out who Reddington really is.

Could you have done it?

I don't think so. No.

So he did this to you.

What difference does it make?
We're so close.

The difference that it makes
is that I'm worried

that he's gonna do it to me.

That won't happen.

It won't.

Okay.

Marguerite Renard.
What do we know about her?

Your friend, Mr. Rodrick.

He's why you're here?

Please tell me you're going to be

administering the Szondi test.

I'm absolutely fascinated
by repressed impulses.

There will be no more tests,
Mr. Reddington.

Our work is finished here.

That seems premature.

I saw all I needed to see today

with your friend, Mr. Rodrick.

You keep calling him my friend.

He's not my friend.

Well, whoever he is,
he was intent on killing me.

I think he said he was going to,
uh, "rip my tongue out."

But your reaction was everything.

My reaction?

You came to my defense.

You saw that Mr. Rodrick
was intent on causing me harm,

and although you don't know me,

you made the very
conscious decision to stop him,

which, to my mind, is a...
is a wonderful demonstration

of your ability to distinguish
between right and wrong.

I'm not so sure of that.

Yeah, but you're not the doctor.

Before I submit my decision,
I have one more question.

I'm an open book.

What exactly is it you want
from Mr. Rodrick?

I have reviewed the
results of the psychiatric evaluation

conducted at the defendant's request,

and it is Dr. Gray's
professional opinion that,

while one with a criminal
history like Mr. Reddington

would likely have to be insane,

it's clear his criminal
proclivities do not rise

to the level of legal insanity.

It is the doctor's professional
opinion that the defendant

does understand
the charges leveled against him

and is, therefore,
fully mentally competent

to assist in his own defense.

Mr. Reddington, you've been provided

with a copy of Dr. Gray's findings.

Are you objecting to her conclusions?

No, Your Honor.

I'm prepared to accept
the finding of competency.

Wonderful. Then we're clear to proceed.

Mr. Sima?

Your Honor, of the indictments
that are before the court,

the prosecution has elected to proceed

with the charge of treason

as our first case against the defendant.

Very well.

We'll move to jury selection immediately.

You got the phone.

Yes, thank you,
and not a moment too soon.

Why? What's wrong?

I spoke with Atticus Rodrick.

Was he any help?

He gave me a name...

General Shiro.

I need you to find out
everything you can about him.

- General Shiro?
- Yes.

He's the next name on the Blacklist.