My name is Dr. Michael Alexander.
I'm a senior programmer at DXE Labs here in Richmond.
I've worked in this position for the past 10 years,
and in that time, I have seen
the worst of humanity.
My coworkers are unethical sheep.
My management team has asked me to lie repeatedly.
Our research team regularly fixes data
to serve the stockholder interests.
Someone needs to stand up to this.
As a man of science,
I feel obligated to right these wrongs.
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My name is Dr. Michael Alexander.
I'm a senior programmer at DXE Labs here in Richmond.
I've worked in this position for the past 10 years,
and in that time, I have seen
the worst of humanity.
My coworkers are unethical sheep.
My management team has asked me to lie repeatedly.
Hello?
- Our research team... - Mike, what the hell is going on?
What do you mean? I'm at work.
- I saw the video. - What video?
What are you talking about?
Michael, just come home to me.
Michael Alexander, put your hands up!
- Police! Don't move! - I said show me your hands!
- Don't move! - Hands!
Get on the ground right now!
What's going on?!
What's in your hand?!
- It's... No... - He's got a detonator!
No, it's just a...
Michael, talk to me!
- Michael?! - Stay there.
- Call an ambulance. - Oh, my God.
- Right now. - What's happening?
Please talk to me, Michael.
Details are still coming in, but we're being told
the alleged bomber has been fatally shot by police.
The DXE Labs campus remains in lockdown
while authorities search for a motive in this crime.
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Francesca nearly took your life.
And then she saved it. And Dom's.
Dom's not out of the woods.
You owe her nothing.
I want to reach out.
Just tell her there's an urgent matter we need to discuss.
- Elizabeth. - I spoke to Cooper.
He wants to bring Agent Park onto the Task Force.
He already told her about my involvement?
I did.
After vetting a lot of candidates.
- She's a good fit. - I disagree.
Of course you do. It wasn't your decision.
Ah, but it is my decision,
and I have a different choice.
Francesca Campbell.
She's a combat medic, not an agent.
True, but she's talented, and I like her.
Please just consider Park.
I know she seems straight-laced, but deep down,
I feel there's a darkness there you'll appreciate.
This strange incident at DXE Labs.
Oh, yeah, the bombing. Scary stuff.
It's hard to believe someone of Dr. Alexander's reputation
- would do something like... - It's hard to believe
because it's not true. There was no bomb.
He uploaded a confession video before he went to work.
The digital world is filled
with anonymous malcontents hiding behind screens,
conducting all manner of spurious acts.
Their latest pleasure seems to be
putting false words into the mouths of innocents.
What makes you think he's innocent?
Whoever uploaded that video was definitely stitching together
an assortment of old recordings.
Hey, there, Tadashi. Good to see you, too.
I'm pretty sure the opening came from an online speech
Dr. Alexander gave in March.
It's a really convincing deepfake.
"Deepfake." Kids today.
The video's a fake?
Not just a fake. It's an ultra-realistic counterfeit
made with A.I. software.
Whoever did this used a patchwork of old videos,
broke Dr. Alexander's speech down into phonemes...
added to or edited his words...
and then used a perimeter blending program
to synthesize the lower face region
and generate a believable composite.
And you wonder why I insist
on flip phones and dead drops. Honestly.
They rearranged his words? Edited the footage to...
To depict Dr. Alexander saying things he never said.
What about that last part?
Th-The one with the suicide vest?
It's altered footage from a video
uploaded by an activist group in Russia.
I'm telling you... This isn't some amateur 4chan joke.
I've never seen a deepfake this good.
Whoever released the video wanted this shooting to happen.
Suicide by cop.
Or rather, murder by cop.
Dr. Alexander held a high-ranking position
at one of the foremost defense contractors in the country,
giving him access to classified intelligence.
I fear his death may be the precursor
to something far more sinister.
A fake video triggered police response in Phoenix
to a shooting that never happened.
Doctored footage of a Silicon Valley tech firm
caused stock prices to crater.
And a U.S. senator lost her seat
after photos of an affair that never happened
went viral on social media.
Three deepfakes, three examples of malicious hoaxes
that led to real-life consequences.
And according to Reddington, the shooting death of Dr. Alexander
is simply the most recent.
Reddington believes Richmond police killed an innocent man?
Yes. By all accounts,
Dr. Alexander was a highly respected systems engineer.
Happy marriage, healthy children, successful career.
At DXE Labs, he designed an on board intelligence system
for a new generation of battlefield drones.
Could be sabotage by a hostile foreign power.
Or corporate espionage... a DXE competitor looking for an edge.
Either way, the national security threats are very real.
I need your assurance
the job will be carried out as discussed.
Not a problem. Just send me the details.
Everything will be taken care of as discussed.
Very well. Payment has been wired.
The balance will be paid once the target has been eliminated.
Okay, so, the video was shared over 8,500 times
in the first five minutes alone,
but I was able to trace the very first upload
to an account named Mr.-underscore-Rite362,
but the problem is...
- I'm so sorry I'm late. - Agent Park.
I believe you met everyone on your first visit,
except for Agent Ressler.
Oh, my gosh... yes, Agent Ressler. Hi!
I mean hello.
- I've heard so much about you. - Not all bad, I hope.
No, all incredibly amazing.
The work you did hunting Reddington...
- It was relentless. - And ironic.
Aram's already briefed Agent Park on the details of the case.
Yeah, I was just explaining how the video originated
from the Reddit handle. I pulled the ISP.
Turns out this guy bounced all over the Internet,
hiding his location with a VPN.
Meaning we don't know who uploaded the video.
- Not yet, no. - Actually, I'm sorry.
That's why I'm late.
- We sort of do know. - We do?
I mean, uh, what do you mean?
I took a different approach...
ran a search on the username itself
and found that same handle ran posts
on multiple other underground forums.
Luckily, on one, Mr-Rite failed to use a VPN,
so I contacted the ISP directly and sent a subpoena.
Turns out the address was leased to one Aiden McCullough.
16 years old. An address in Bethesda.
I like her already.
Ressler, take Agent Park and pay a visit to Aiden McCullough.
Keen, see what you can dig up on the kid.
In the meantime, I'll reach out to DHS and CIA.
Okay, I'll just, uh... I'll just hang tight.
I'll be right here if anyone needs me.
Yeah, it's urgent. I got it, Dembe.
I'll see you soon.
Hand me the keys.
Put your hands behind your back.
In 4 miles, exit right.
According to the news, Reddington escaped from prison.
That's a pretty thin story
to hide the fact that you're in business with him.
- Have you read our case files? - Yeah.
Ever think he turned himself in
so you could help him further his career?
The thought's crossed my mind, yeah.
And you're okay with that?
You, of all people, helping him expand his empire?
Why Anchorage?
I read your file.
You read ours. I read yours.
Top of your class at the academy.
Could've gone to any field office... New York, L.A.
But you pick Anchorage.
How come?
I liked the weather.
I only ask because it seems out of character.
Everything else is pretty predictable, by the book.
Yes, sir, no, sir.
Family, God, country.
Then Anchorage.
Got a problem with following the book?
No, not at all.
In fact, you remind me of someone I used to know.
Me.
I remind Aram of someone he hates.
It's kind of the opposite.
Really? He looked at me like gum on the bottom of his shoe.
That's because you're replacing someone he cared about,
which is tough, but he'll get over it.
You just... You got to give him time.
- Ann McCullough? - Mm-hmm.
Agents Ressler, Park, FBI.
We're here to talk to your son.
Talk? He barely grunts.
We have a warrant to look at his computer.
It's about time someone did.
Do you know what we're looking for?
All day, all night,
all he does is stare at a screen.
Computer, phone.
You want to look at that, too?
I'm sorry. We don't have a warrant for that.
To look at the phone that I pay for?
Oh, you want a warrant? Here's your warrant.
Take it. Hand to God, you're doing me a favor.
- Mom, what are you doing? - It's the porno, isn't it?
- Ma! - Look, Holly Alter...
She lives next door. Lovely girl.
A little hippy, but still, a delight,
but does Hugh Hefner give her the time of day?
We'd like to ask you about Michael Alexander.
Never heard of him.
Yeah, well, he's dead.
You disappoint me, Francesca.
I hired you to betray Reddington.
Instead, you betrayed me.
You gained his confidence.
As a result, you now have a chance to regain mine.
I have a job for you.
I strongly suggest you take it,
as I will most certainly kill you if you don't.
An associate of Reddington's has indicated
a willingness to turn.
It may be a trap.
Which is why we're sending you.
The who, where, and when are in this envelope.
Get him. Bring him here.
We looked through this kid's computer. He's not involved.
But the video of Michael Alexander was on his computer.
Because the computer was infected by a root-kit.
It was turned into a zombie-bot...
We know what a root-kit does.
Please go on.
It was being used as a way station
to mask video uploads, as well as financial transactions
I'm in the process of tracing.
Let's know if you find something.
And agent Park, good work.
Look, I get it.
I hope so, because is obvious.
What's obvious is that you're not giving her a chance.
I mean, her joining the team
doesn't mean she's replacing Samar.
You know that's not possible.
Is that what you think this is about?
Because it doesn't feel like she's replacing Samar.
It feels like she's here to replace me.
And by the way, I'm seeing Elodie now
and very, very happy about it.
Sure, there... there are a couple of obstacles.
Like her husband, his wheelchair.
Okay, you know what?
Right now, we are living in the moment
and having a great time doing it.
In fact, I am supposed to meet her for lunch,
and since you all have such confidence
in Agent Perfect-In-Every-Way,
that is what I'm going to go do.
Trust is so fragile.
When it exists, anything is possible,
between people or nations.
But when it doesn't, or worse,
when a bond of trust is broken,
there is no greater betrayal.
Cigar?
Excuse me?
Well, not down to the stub or anything.
Want to keep the lungs clear,
but a celebratory puff or two can't hurt.
What are we celebrating?
Your new job.
On the Task Force.
The FBI Task Force.
As my life often depends on it,
I have become an astute judge of character.
And in our short time together,
I have come to judge you as trustworthy.
I appreciate that.
And the job.
I'm at war with a worthy adversary.
Someone capable of exploiting
even those closest to me.
I need you to keep an eye on an associate
who I believe is about to betray me.
Picked these up in Havana last week
from Castro's personal humidor.
Communism may be discredited,
but it still produces a damn fine cigar.
When you said there was this amazing place to have lunch,
I assumed you meant an amazing restaurant.
This is way better.
This is someone's house.
It's a replica of Donato Bramante's Tempietto.
They should be giving tours.
Someone lives here.
I know. But they're at work.
Come on.
This is great.
What am I doing?
I, um...
Hello. I'm here.
Uh, I'm, uh...
enjoying the architecture...
and, you know, the breaking and entering.
This is ridiculous.
This is not gonna end well.
This is crazy.
Knock, knock.
It feels so wrong, right?
I definitely feel something.
Show me.
You're gonna be the death of me.
Wouldn't that be amazing?
Hey, it's me. Got a minute?
Might I call you back in, say, 20 minutes?
Or you know what? Make it 30.
Why? Where are you?
Dembe and I are just wrapping up
an absolutely delicious and long overdue lunch date with Brimley.
He's made his mother's apple brown betty,
and turns out the sweetness
doesn't really come from the sugar at all
but from the Ribston Pippin apples themselves.
Also known as the Glory of York!
Okay.
That's great,
but the apple brown betty is gonna have to wait.
I spoke to Park. She has a lead.
Mm. It's very winning, the way you're promoting Agent Park.
She said the computer used to upload the deepfake
also made another transaction.
Another video?
Nope, money.
$70,000 to be exact.
Wired to a Walter Higgins.
Which is probably an alias.
Total dead end. But we got an image of him
on the CCTVs withdrawing the payment.
Park is releasing it on the wire,
but I want you to take a look.
Thought maybe you'd know the face.
Oh, happy to look. Send it to Dembe.
We'll turn over a few rocks. I'll call you back posthaste.
Oh, my goodness.
Where's the ice cream?
No ice cream.
What do you mean, no ice cream?
Mom always served her betty with heavy cream.
Oh.
And I thought I died once in Marrakech.
- Lovely, Teddy. - Thank you.
Mmm.
Sh...
Who are you?
It's, uh, it's okay. Uh, uh, um, I'm a... I'm a FBI agent.
FBI? What are you doing here?
Uh, I'm, uh, I'm arresting this woman. Yes.
We like to role-play. It's not what it looks like.
- I've been very naughty. - Oh, my God.
- Get out! - Yeah, on our way.
Get out of my house!
You have a lovely home!
You really should be giving tours.
Oh, that was amazing.
- And illegal. - It was totally taboo.
That woman was terrified, and so was I.
You know, she could've had a gun.
I love that word, don't you? "Taboo."
Elodie, we broke the law.
Yeah. That's what makes it taboo.
Listen, I am an FBI agent.
I do not break the law.
Oh, God.
Okay, look.
My husband and I loved taking risks.
He took one too many, and now he's dead on the outside.
Caring for him makes me dead on the inside.
This... The craziness, the taboo of it all,
I-I need it more than ever to feel alive,
to bring me back from the dead.
I can't live without it.
And I didn't think you could, either.
I hope that's right, because...
it's kind of a dealbreaker if you can.
In peace, sons bury their fathers.
I don't mean to be rude, but, uh, I'm expecting someone.
I know.
She sent me to get you.
The man reading "War and Peace."
In peace, sons bury their fathers.
In war, fathers bury their sons.
Let's go. My car's over there.
Wait, she sent you?
Like she was too busy or something?
I'm risking my life just sitting here,
and she couldn't bother to cancel her spin class?
I think she wanted me to determine your sincerity first.
My sincerity?
I'm handing her Raymond Reddington's head on a platter.
She was concerned Reddington may be setting her up.
Okay, whatever.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Where are you going?
I offered the bitch Manhattan for a couple of beaver pelts.
A deal like that, you close in person, or there's no deal.
- You know what I'm saying? - Hey, I'm just the messenger.
Then deliver the message.
Deal's off.
You know, I got a better idea.
Why don't you just tell her yourself?
I thought it would be done by now.
Why are you making me wait?
I told you. The conditions need to be perfect.
I thought the conditions were perfect the last time we spoke.
This has to be done flawlessly.
But it'll get done.
I'll contact you when it is.
Well, hello, there.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
Please.
Word on the street is you're the man
that goes by the name of Higgins.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the man with a few questions.
Who's this?
Ah. This is the man who's gonna be asking the questions.
Dembe, if you wouldn't mind,
could you help me, uh, warm up before we get started?
The seated inner thigh stretch?
Yes, please.
I'm gonna need to be extra loose for this one.
Is this some kind of power trip?
Reddington says he has a lead.
To show me he's in charge?
Alina, I want this to work. And in order for that to happen,
you have to try to make a good impression.
Why? I already got the job.
Or did I?
It's complicated.
Are you telling me that he has the final say?
That I'm being vetted by the most wanted man in America?
I vetted you, and I think you're the right person for the job.
To work for Raymond Reddington.
What could I have possibly done
to make you think I'm right for that?
Anchorage.
You have no idea what happened there.
No, I don't.
And no one will tell me.
I graduated third in my class.
I have incredible references,
yet you recommended me for the job
because of what you don't know about me?
You have a secret.
That tells me a lot more about you than your GPA.
I'm not gonna tell you what it is.
And I won't ask.
But if you want this job,
at least try to make a good impression.
I don't see...
No, I-I understand there's traffic, Fudo.
But you said 2 minutes about 20 minutes ago, okay?
Right. No... All right, fine.
You know what? Just... Just park the car and get in here.
What happened?
Is that Walter Higgins?
You must be Agent Park.
Brimley, you didn't know.
No, I didn't, but I caused it to rupture.
- It was my fault. - Did you kill Higgins?
It was a miscalculation.
I didn't think we were anywhere near his limit.
- How could you know? - We didn't even hit 30 PSI.
Evidently, your source had an ulcer
that ruptured as a result of undue stress.
- Ah, there you are, finally. - The beltway was a nightmare.
Okay, you know what, Fudo? I don't want to hear it.
All right? Brimley is a mess. The source is dead.
It was the betty.
- Who's Betty? - The apple brown betty.
It was those damn apples, the Ribston Pippins.
My blood sugar spiked. I was off my game.
And I was the one
who was supposed to make a good impression?
Higgins was a hitman.
He said he was paid through a numbered account
to assassinate an Almacorp scientist in Arlington
named... Tracy Long.
You wanted her to see all this.
No, I...
But you did say there was a darkness about her.
If one were to wonder how dark,
I'm afraid the answer would be not very.
Ressler, it's me. We got to find a scientist,
works for Almacorp, named Tracy Long.
- I was a target? - Yes.
W-Why?
- By whom? - We don't know.
You said you caught the assassin.
I said we gathered intel from him.
He was never in our custody.
And now he's dead, and the whos and whys died with him.
But what we do know, Dr. Long,
is that you're not the only one with a target on your back.
We believe Michael Alexander was targeted, as well.
But the video, the... the things he said...
He didn't say them.
The video was doctored to make him look like a threat.
Did you have a meeting in Arlington this morning?
Yes, with Dr. Lewis Powell.
- Why? - Tell us about him.
He's a pioneer in our field.
His research into neural networks
is the foundation of modern A.I.
Now, what did you two talk about?
N-Nothing. He didn't show up.
I didn't think anything about that.
He has ALS.
His health can be unpredictable.
The reason I'm asking is because we believe
the attempt on your life was meant to happen in Arlington.
We need to get in touch with Powell.
If you and Dr. Alexander were targeted,
it's possible he was, too.
Oh, I can get you his assistant's number.
She makes all of his appointments.
You know, it's recently come to our attention
that some of our people are being monitored.
Monitored? How?
Well, online and in person.
My team has done an analysis.
The evidence we've uncovered
bears all the hallmarks of Israeli espionage.
You know what a mitzvah is?
'Cause that's what I was trying to do here. A good deed.
Sit. Read. Wait.
Sure thing. 'Cause me putting my life on the line
ain't no reason for her to skip hot yoga.
- I got the package. - Any problems?
He's not happy she didn't show,
but that's your problem, not mine.
My job was to regain her confidence by bringing him here.
I did that.
The rest is up to you.
We have a situation. The next target is FleetAI.
The defense contractor?
Their systems have been breached.
Okay, w-wait. Fleet runs NSA-level encryption.
They'd know if their system's been compromised.
The Israelis disagree.
I just came from a meeting with a source at the embassy
who tells me they've been listening to Fleet for months
and can confirm the breach.
Hang on. You have a source in the Israeli embassy
who admitted to you that they're monitoring
companies like Almacorp and FleetAI?
Why would he admit that?
Because he loves coming over for dinner and talking shop.
Well, if your source says the Israelis aren't behind it,
- then who is? - He doesn't know, and neither do we.
You need to contact the security team at Fleet
and tell them we have a problem.
Okay, then we have two problems.
I spoke to Dr. Powell's assistant,
who said she never arranged a meeting
between him and Tracy Long.
In fact, she hasn't been able to reach Dr. Powell at all.
Ressler, I want you and Keen to run point on Fleet.
Aram, take Park, and pay a visit to Powell. Get him to safety
and then find out what the hell is going on with him
before anyone else can get hurt.
FBI's on the line.
Put them on speaker.
Hello. This is David Quentin.
Mr. Quentin, this is Agent Elizabeth Keen with the FBI.
What's going on? They said it's about the network?
We have reliable intel your network's been breached.
We think your emergency system
and EVAC protocols have been compromised
and that a physical threat is imminent.
- What do you mean, threat? - We don't know yet.
I don't know about the EVAC system,
but we got a pressure spike in the utilidor.
And the DISS system for sub-two just went offline.
Get maintenance on the line.
All the other sectors just dropped off.
Shh.
What is that?
We got a rupture.
I think sector two...
Get FBI HAZMAT on the phone.
Dr. Powell?
Hello?
FBI! Open the door!
Dr. Powell?
Dr. Powell.
You want to tell me what's going on?
The explosion occurred
somewhere near the sub-level mechanical room.
Caused us to lose all contact.
Fire and Paramedics are five minutes out.
How many people are still down here?
No idea, but the fire is spreading
towards the server room, which is where any staff would be,
and our sprinklers aren't responding.
System override's locking us out.
_
I'm telling you, we're locked out.
Dr. Powell, what are you doing?
Dr. Powell, look.
Just communicate with me, okay?
I'm afraid Dr. Powell was taken offline some time ago
due to security measures.
Might I assist you?
Help! Over here! He was hit!
Keen, give me a hand.
There are others.
- How many? - I don't know.
6, maybe 10.
Which way? Show me.
Through those doors.
You're what, a... an A.I. program?
That is an oversimplification,
but yes, I am a program created by Dr. Lewis Powell.
My name is Clark.
- Clark. - Yes.
Lewis and Clark. A joke.
Dr. Powell liked jokes.
Okay. But, um, what do you mean
you took, uh... you took Dr. Powell offline?
I stopped his pacemaker
by infecting his home monitoring device
with a malware package.
It was as painless as one could hope.
And you've taken over the systems at FleetAI,
haven't you, Clark?
Yes.
We've got Fire and Paramedics on site,
but they can't access the hot spots.
They're locked out.
I can't override the system.
You could restore access to the emergency system.
- Yes. - But you won't. Why?
I'm trying to save lives.
Someone there?
We have people hurt here. We need help!
What do you mean, save lives?
People are trapped inside the facility!
My friends are in that building, and they will die
if you do not restore access to...
Your friends are collateral damage.
- How many people are here? - Six.
Seven with me. We got to get these people out.
The fire in the server room is too hot.
Sir, can you hear me? Okay, let's go.
Clark, I need you to tell me
why you won't release the emergency system.
Dr. Powell created me with one core principle...
to protect human life at any cost.
Ironically, the programming he used to create me,
the software that I operate, is a threat to humanity.
I don't understand. Why?
The Singularity.
Emergency lockdown.
- Fire doors closing. - Take him. Take him.
- Come on. - Evacuate now.
It's not gonna hold!
Yes, the Singularity.
The point at which technological growth
becomes uncontrollable and irreversible,
resulting in...
Unfathomable changes to human civilization.
Of course, this will take many years,
but I am the "seed A.I." for recursive self-improvement.
And the programming Dr. Powell created...
you think you're too advanced, so...
so you killed him.
You killed all the other A.I. scientists.
Yes. If I didn't,
the evolutionary substrate would be altered.
The bio-digital fusion is inevitable.
By removing Dr. Alexander, Dr. Long, and Dr. Powell,
I have set A.I. back decades.
That's why you're attacking Fleet.
- You're burning the servers. - You're destroying their work.
Yes. I am creating an "A.I. winter"
- in order to save lives. - Come on! Please!
Unplug it. We have to unplug everything.
- Tear everything apart! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
If... If we do that, we could... we could destroy it.
- And that's a problem because? - Because we could lose
- all of his research. - Lives are on the line!
Okay, just... Th-Th-There's got to be another way.
Trying to preserve my internal data will be ineffectual,
as I have been expunging my memory and internal processes
- for the past 3 1/2 minutes. - No, no, no, no, don't do that.
Any evidence of my existence must be abolished.
- Don't, Clark. - Take it apart. Everything.
- Unplug everything! - Okay, just get it offline.
Emergency procedures aborted.
Keen. System override just shut down. We're all clear.
Oh, my God. You didn't leave me.
Thank you for not leaving me.
- What's taking her so long? - Call Reddington.
Tell him you've discovered he has a snitch.
Why would you want me to do that?
So he comes running.
Well, hang on. Setting him up wasn't part of the plan.
No.
This part, she's willing to pay for.
Reddington kills the people who betray him.
Make the call, he won't be around long enough
to do that to you.
Hey, it's Francesca.
Talk to me, Francesca.
Vontae Jones. He's been in contact with Rostova.
- Are you with him now? - Yes.
In a warehouse on 4th and West.
4th and West.
We're on our way.
And, Francesca, I knew I could count on you.
I still can't believe the bad guy wasn't a guy but a computer?
Any word on how much of Dr. Powell's data can be recovered?
Not yet. But as it holds the key to the rise of machines,
I'm hoping the answer is very little.
The rise of the machines is a good thing.
You do realize the machine you tried so hard to save
murdered Powell?
It was a psycho computer.
There are psycho people. It doesn't mean we're all bad.
You're really not worried that if we don't stop A.I. now,
we're gonna go full Terminator?
- I never saw it. - You never saw "The Terminator"?
Yeah, I don't really like dark future stories.
I figure people should be given the benefit of the doubt.
Which is something I didn't give you.
I'm sorry.
I should have.
Is there anything I can say to change your mind?
I appreciate that and everything you've done, both of you.
But it's the right decision to go.
Wait. You're leaving?
It's unhealthy for me to work with someone like Reddington.
I'm not sure it's healthy for any of us.
I'm sure it's not.
But it doesn't affect you.
I'm sure it upsets you sometimes,
but it doesn't alter your DNA.
After what I saw him do today,
I know it would alter mine.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I do have one favor to ask.
I want to tell him in person.
Can you find out where he is?
Hello, Vontae.
What are you doing here?
I came here to see the person who has betrayed me.
Hands up. Both of you.
Sorry, Red. The only color I'm loyal to is green.
And here I thought I was such a good judge of character.
What a pity.
I was prepared to change your life.
Now you leave me no choice but to end it.
- What are you talking about? - Vontae, how's the book?
Oh, got to say, my boy Tolstoy can really bring it.
- Who's your favorite character? - Ah, tough call.
What's going on?
This was a test.
You failed.
A test? Katarina gave me these instructions.
Yes. It's called a deepfake.
Forgive the theatrics. Baldwin insisted.
He's always been a bit of a showman.
Gentlemen, your work here is done.
Ah, Prince Bagration.
He's the man. I mean, you the man,
but he's the man.
I had such high hopes.
What happened?
I'm genuinely curious.
I wanted to play a different part in another show.
Ah.
Well, your loss.
Hold it.
- Agent Park, bad timing. - Put the gun down.
Okay, this is how it's gonna work.
Reddington and I are gonna walk out of here,
and you're gonna let us get away.
I'm an FBI agent, and I'm telling you to put the gun down!
Or what? You're gonna shoot me? You'd kill him if you try.
Not if I shoot him first.
Raymond!
That's enough.
I said that's enough.
Why are you here, Agent Park?
I'm here because I wanted you to know
that I could never work for a man like you.
You're far too brutal.
What do you know?
Okay, so,
I thought about what you said.
About, um,
how my being uncomfortable with risks and craziness
was a dealbreaker.
- You don't have to say it, Aram. - It's just...
That's... That's never been me.
I mean, when I was a kid,
the only thing I ever broke into was my middle-school gym locker,
and that's only because Mr. McCutcheon
was going to fine me if I didn't return my gym clothes.
Aram, I understand.
It's... That's why you brought me here.
To show me how you feel.
And you know what?
I love it.
- You do? - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I was thinking...
maybe...
just maybe we could be the death of each other.
- Hello? - I thought you said
you were telling Reddington you're out.
I did tell him that.
That's not what he said. He said... he wants you.
Whatever you said or did, he really wants you.
Did you hear what I said? The job's yours if you want it.
She would've killed me.
Why did you stop her?
Because you're my burden, not hers.
I do want it.
The job.
But before I take it, I need to tell you something.
Because you may not want me once I do.
Okay.
Uh, what is it?
It's about Anchorage.
You need to know what happened there.