Guys, that is a packing job if I ever saw one.
Bravo! I love that stuff.
Um, yeah. No, not that. That's 10:00.
10:00.
10:00, please, please.
Okay, good boys. Good.
Glenn, this is great, but I just need these, and I need them moved to the truck. Good.
Yeah, what's shaking, boys? Keep it going!
Thank you. Thank you. Good job.
Come on.
Okay, let's get these crates sealed.
Last truck is rolling in 20!
Chop, chop!
Patented plants.
What a concept.
What's next, Bobby? Copyrighting clouds?
I'm sure you'd find a way to turn a profit on those, too.
You bet your ass I would.
Right, put that on the line.
- What the hell? - Oh!
FBI! Get on the ground!
- Freeze! - Get on the ground!
Raymond. We got trouble.
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You know, Raymond, I am not surprised you didn't anticipate the raid.
You have been distracted.
Looking for the person responsible
for Elizabeth's death is hardly a distraction.
No. It's a waste of time.
Not if I find them.
Even if there was someone, which I doubt,
finding them will not bring Elizabeth back.
It only delays you healing,
or, apparently, house hunting.
Heddie may be just another cog
in the machine of my organization,
but she's a fragile and unpredictable cog,
and she won't last long behind bars.
You need to get her out.
I'll do my best, mon capitaine.
Though perhaps you might have more luck
talking to your task force pals.
What else are FBI friends for?
Investigating the Seer.
You mean on the blacklist?
Yes.
It's brilliant.
- Absolutely not. - Come on, Harold.
Hedwig Hawkins was caught with over
a million dollars' worth of pirated soybean seeds.
Pirated? Heddie was just selling seeds to farmers at a price.
If my associate is guilty of anything,
it's simply trying to ease the economic strain
on the hardworking men and women
who put the tofu in your turkey,
the cotton in your shirt, the beans in your coffee.
Everything it means to be human.
But our immunity agreement is with you,
not with your employees.
If she talks, it will be damaging.
How much is hard to tell,
but it would certainly have repercussions for me
and for this task force.
We have a deal with you.
The rest of the Justice Department doesn't.
I can't just pick up the phone and get her out of custody.
I can only hope that reciprocal generosity
is a concept that one day will have meaning for you.
Until that day, have you ever heard of Arcane Wireless?
Sounds like a phone company.
With a black-market operating system
that cannot be tapped or traced by law enforcement.
A couple of thousand beta phones have been sold to date,
but word is the company is about to go wide.
That's cause for alarm.
One of the FBI's most powerful tools,
other than me, is the federal wiretap warrant.
Last year, those warrants resulted in nearly 7,000 arrests.
Imagine all of those criminals,
all of that evidence, well outside of your reach.
That's what will happen if you don't stop Arcane Wireless.
Juan Miguel Rojas, enforcer for the Castillo Cartel.
This image was captured from a bank in El Paso
minutes after he murdered an informer's family.
Richard Slade,
military-grade weapons trafficker.
Clients range from Boogaloo Boys to the Taliban.
And Clyde MacFarlane leads the Mount Porte Motorcycle Club.
Though they started out and are still based in West Virginia,
they now handle a large portion of the methamphetamine trade
from the Great Lakes all the way down to the Gulf Coast.
Yeah, but it's nothing new that criminals use cellphones.
Arcane Wireless isn't a public company.
It's underground, invite-only,
and those invites go to the worst of the worst.
The service is like an electronic cone of silence.
It's working.
Arcane's clients have been avoiding arrest
ever since they started using the phones.
And Reddington says these phones are about to flood the market?
He does. Which means we're on a clock.
And all we have to go on is the moniker of the man in charge.
According to Reddington, he's known as The Seer.
- You're the Seer? - Where's your boss?
You want his business? You play by his rules.
If these phones are interfering with active investigations,
maybe the Bureau has open case files.
I can reach out to a contact over at Information Security who'd know.
- Who is it? - FJ Powell.
He, uh... He actually was my mentor
who taught me everything I know,
including that I could never be as good as him.
This should be fun.
Step through.
Ah! Geez.
You trying to make me lose what little hearing I have left?
Can I see my client now,
or you want to do a full cavity search, too?
Ah.
Marvin, thank Christ.
Heddie. Hi.
Heddie?
Raymond?
First of all, how are you?
Were you hurt in the raid?
No, I'm... I'm fine.
But where'd those fed bastards come from anyway?
You let me worry about that.
Until we sort this out,
you just luxuriate in your right to remain silent.
Of course. Anything for you.
So, how long before I'm sprung?
I need to warn you that this is bigger than a few soybeans.
They are planning on throwing the whole book at you.
Racketeering, conspiracy,
aiding and abetting a fugitive, like...
Yeah, but you say that like it matters.
We have a 52-card deck of aces up our sleeve.
Right, Ray Ray?
No. Not this time.
Wait. No?
But I... I have macaws.
Macaws?
Not to worry. I've got a very sweet guy to watch your birds.
For how long? They can live to be 60,
and Mango needs the ointment for her beak disease
and Princess is more demanding than an opera singer
with allergies on opening night.
I... I need to be there for them.
Heddie, just relax. Take a breath.
Marvin smuggled an earwig into a federal facility
so that you could hear my voice
telling you we will take care of this.
You have nothing to worry about.
So sit tight and stay strong.
Okay.
I'm okay.
I trust my associates treated you respectfully.
In my line of work, one has to take certain security precautions.
What? That's funny?
What's funny is that you think blindfolds
and driving around in circles equals security.
Your phone.
Ah.
Location services are off.
You'd think that would be sufficient,
but people just can't resist using their phones for things like...
Aha!
Jalapeno poppers on Grubhub.
Thanks to your late-night cravings,
every 30 seconds, his phone is sending out a ping
to see if he's in a Grubhub service area.
Any law enforcement officer with cause
can walk right through that door right now.
Grub what you love.
That's one liability down.
I can get rid of all of them and replace them with phones
that can't be hacked or tracked.
I want to see them in action.
I'll schedule a demonstration.
Bring any expert you like.
I've never had an unhappy client.
Minor players, no doubt.
I do business on four continents.
You traffic on four continents.
Women, children.
You're a troubled person who does terrible things,
and one day, you'll be caught.
Unless... You're invisible.
If your product is as good as you say,
I'll be buying thousands.
Four continents? Odin...
I'm about to give you the whole damn planet.
What?
Hello. I, um...
I was, uh, going... Well, the... Uh, your door...
Still a fumferer.
- Uh, what? - I hate fumfering.
Yet you cause so much of it.
Sir. Agent Powell.
Um, hello, FJ.
You had promise.
- Why did you waste it? - I didn't know I had.
The private sector. Tech. I thought you'd be in it by now.
Oh. Yeah. Tech. Uh, I tried that. Didn't take.
Um, but now I am on a federal task force
looking into Arcane Wireless.
Have you heard of it?
No, if I had, why should I tell you about it?
Well, actually, because, uh, after a few conversations
between my boss and your boss's-boss's boss,
uh, you've... Uh, you've been ordered to.
You outrank me, don't you?
Oh, only if you mean, you know, hierarchically,
but in any kind of meta way, you are this, like, alpha beast,
and I am...
not.
Law enforcement has run into a handful of these
over the past year.
Yesterday, highway patrol in West Virginia
stumbled onto a biker running drug money.
He had this, fresh off the factory floor.
- It's been bricked. - This network is not connected
to anything we've ever seen before.
It's totally impenetrable.
Even when we get our hands on a phone,
they're able to wipe all the data remotely.
I'm gonna call this in. My task force is gonna want to interview the, uh, biker.
In the meantime, do you, uh, mind if I, uh, stay here and take this phone apart?
I'll get back to you on that.
As soon as I check with my boss's-boss's boss.
Technically, it's that boss's boss,
if you want to be hierarchical about it.
Which, um, I don't, but if you did, then that boss's boss.
How was my client supposed to know
that she was buying the asexual clones of a protected legume?
I mean, it's not like the beans were stamped with a copyright logo.
And I happen to know that seed patents are hell to prosecute.
First, you got to prove disclosure,
then you got to test the specimens, then define the content.
I mean, who needs it?
I'll tell you what we can do.
In exchange for reduced charges,
my client will testify against the company
that sold her that spurious product.
Are you done?
Tell him you can keep going, all day, all night, all year, for eternity.
That's it for this angle, yeah, but I got plenty of others,
and I'm gonna keep going until we make a deal.
The state only has one deal to offer.
- Oop. Here it comes. - Immediate release.
A new name, a new life, a fresh start.
In exchange for?
Everything she knows about Raymond Reddington and his activities.
Full cooperation.
We want names, we want dates,
we want every possible detail.
Okay. Done.
- Done? - Done.
- Marvin, really? - You're saying she'll flip on Reddington?
Of course not.
Look, we can protect you against your employer.
What we can't protect you against is his rather colorful lawyer.
Mr. Gerard may say he's representing you,
but we both know he's here to look out for his real client.
And that's the Raymond person?
Who's that again? I'm...
That's my girl.
20 years, Miss Hawkins. Minimum.
20 years in a federal prison rubbing elbows with killers.
That's what you're looking at, minimum. Is that really how you want to grow old?
Well, what about that guy
from the prison film with Burt Lancaster?
The one with the birds? Do they let you keep birds?
Macaws, specifically? I... I have two.
Okay, so whoever developed this is a genius.
Not that I'm a genius, but I found the log directory,
and it looks like it recorded a time stamp
every time a call was connected,
but what's weird is, it seems like every time that happened,
the phone sent an outgoing data packet to a server farm.
Do you have a final destination?
Uh, no.
In other words, you might have found something,
if we can trace the server.
And if we can, if the server pings us back.
And if it does, whether it pings us
where the messages have been sent.
Okay, but, uh, imagine how great it'll be if all those ifs all happen.
I'll start running a trace.
- What's that? - Greylock?
It's a tech company with security platforms.
No, yeah, that, uh, I know.
Why are you looking at it?
That's none of your business.
No, of course it's not.
Normally, it... It... It wouldn't be. I know that it...
Spit it out or swallow it,
but for God's sake, stop fumfering.
It's my company.
- Yours? - Yeah. It is.
Or it... It was.
It... It's not now, but...
I created it.
You're the CTO who left.
How do you know that?
Because I'm applying to be the CTO.
You're applying for my job?
Yes. The job you left.
Before you were vested.
I was vested.
I chose to make a clean break.
What makes you think that I wa...
Are they offering you ownership shares?
Oh, looks like the trace is a dead end.
Proxies all the way down.
They haven't offered me anything yet.
I'm in the application stage.
But the offer includes ownership shares.
Shares that I gave up.
We should keep looking in the directories...
See what other information we can find.
The Mount Porte Motorcycle Club, huh?
It looks like you got pulled over in West Virginia
driving a truck carrying $2 million worth of drug money,
all because of a broken tail light.
I got nothing to say about money.
Well, we don't care about the money.
We're here about your phone.
Oh, my phone?
What, you brought me here to offer me an upgrade?
Clyde MacFarlane. The president of your club.
The phone he's using... It's the same model you had when you were arrested.
Where did you get it?
I dunno.
Walmart?
Look, we need a name.
Or we put out the word that you're a snitch
and that the $2 million wasn't confiscated after an arrest,
but actually handed over as part of our arrangement.
We don't have an arrangement.
We will if you don't cooperate.
- Riggs. - Riggs who?
I don't know his first name. He's part of the club.
He ran the whole thing.
Gave us all new phones, made us toss our old ones.
Where do we find Riggs?
He's always in the same place.
Far end of the bar at Kelly's in Randolph County.
I'll get you another one, Riggs.
Thank you, sugar.
That smells good.
I'll have a plate of what he's having.
And take your time coming back with it.
What are you doin'?
Well, one of your boys was just arrested, carrying one of my phones.
So? They're untraceable.
Thought that was the big sell.
They are. I'm not.
Arcane is about to go wide.
I can't have the FBI sniffing around.
Not now.
Your head ain't right if you think I'd tell a Fed the time of day.
Unfortunately for you,
I'm not willing to take that chance.
On second thought, I should've asked for this plate to-go.
Excuse me.
Agents Ressler and Zuma, FBI.
We're looking for a man named Riggs.
You and me both.
One minute, he's ordering his usual,
and the next, he has taken off without even saying goodbye.
And now that I see the two of you, I know I was right.
How did she seem in person?
She's trying to act tough, but it's not a performance
that's gonna win any Tonys, you know?
Heddie's got a big heart, and it's in the right place,
but if they send her upstate
to eat franks and beans with the tough gals,
it's anyone's guess how she's gonna react.
Well, in that case, we got a serious problem,
'cause on my way out,
I got wind that the U.S. Attorney's office has petitioned the court
to find Heddie alternate counsel.
- Why? She has you. - Yeah, you also have me.
You pay me, and they know that.
Despite my protestations otherwise.
They're, uh... They're citing conflict of interest.
They're cutting in to talk to her in private, lean on her.
They lean on her hard enough,
that woman will fall faster than a lawn chair.
Heddie might surprise us.
She does exhibit a certain can-do attitude.
Raymond, she knows enough to make it hurt.
If she rolls on you to that lawyer,
they will whisk her straight into hiding
in Never Never Land, and the next time you see her,
she will be sitting in a witness box
testifying against you in a federal court.
Who do we know in the Eastern District?
Judge Smathers.
Get Heddie's case transferred to his docket right away.
Line some pockets. Get it done.
- Who's this? - This is Itzhak.
15 years in digital analysis for the Mossad.
He's here for your demonstration.
I won't be placing an order without his sign-off.
I am told that you make a phone that is untraceable.
A skeptic. Good.
911, what's your emergency?
It's not my emergency you should worry about.
Do you know what atrocities we're committing abroad
right now, originating from this very city?
Bet you don't. You don't care. You're asleep.
- But I'm about to wake everyone up. - Sir, can I have your name?
- I've planted an IED in the Metro. - What are you doing?
There are 40 stations in the District alone.
You won't have time to find it before it goes off
with enough force to take out an entire block
and who knows how many so-called innocents.
Sir, you sound upset. Can we send someone to your location?
The instant I cried bomb, she pressed a button alerting her superior.
As we speak...
they're attempting to triangulate my location using cell towers.
Itzhak, if you would be so kind
as to set a 60-minute timer.
If their trace is successful, within the hour,
agents will break down that door and arrest us all.
None of which is going to happen,
because I called on one of my phones.
- And if you're wrong? - But I'm not wrong.
Which is why I brought a deck of cards.
We've got about an hour to kill.
What's your game... Hold 'em, hearts, gin?
You just called in a bomb threat
and you want to play a game of cards?
I guess that means I'm playing solitaire.
You stole the phone.
No, I took it without permission.
From your mentor.
He stole my job. I stole his phone.
He didn't steal your job. He's applying for the job you quit.
Okay, do you know how much Greylock raised
in Series A financing?
$19 million.
Do you know what my share of that would have been?
$4.75 million.
Which is why you stole the phone.
Okay, first, no, it's not his phone.
And second, yes, that is exactly why I stole it.
Your mentor wants the job you left. That should be rewarding.
You know what would be rewarding? $4.75 million.
There's nobility in poverty.
We know who The Seer is.
We got a link to surveillance footage of Kelly's.
A dive bar gave you access to their security cameras?
No, but the Wellness Center across the street did.
That's why Riggs wasn't at the bar.
The Seer got to him first.
Our Seer is William Meyers, 46.
A fallen software engineer convicted of bilking
the tech company he founded out of $2 million.
On his release, he hooked up with the Lyon Crime Syndicate.
I guess he was looking for cash,
and old Alonso Lyon wanted his communication systems updated.
So, someone from the Lyon Crime Syndicate
took out someone loyal to the Mount Porte Club.
That's not gonna end well.
I tried pulling a BOLO.
Seems the Bureau issued one on Meyers three years ago.
Turns out he's almost as elusive as Reddington.
Then it's a good thing we're working with Raymond.
He's done business with Lyon. Maybe he can broker a meeting.
Call him.
Morning.
Who are you?
My name is Kamina Gilford. I'm a defense attorney.
Oh, I already have one of those.
The court has appointed me to meet with you
because an allegation has been made that you're represented
by Raymond Reddington's attorney.
The court's intent is to assure that any decisions you make are your decisions
and not influenced by a lawyer who also represents your boss.
A crime boss.
That's a lot of words.
Words have power.
Your words have the power to save you, Heddie.
- You want me to snitch. - Can you honestly tell me
that you want to spend 20 years in prison, if you're lucky,
to protect a man who kills without conscience?
The evidence against you is airtight,
and I can say as a trial lawyer
that if I had to defend you on these facts, I'd lose.
- Does Marvin know you're here? - No.
And if you accept the state's offer of Witness Protection,
he won't be advised this is happening
until you are safely in protective custody.
Your birds, too.
U.S. Marshals are standing by right now.
Let's be clear, Heddie.
This is your one opportunity not to die in jail.
The U.S. Attorney has extended this offer to you,
and it's only open for one hour.
You need to decide now.
We're getting some more information now
on a bomb threat that has prompted evacuations...
of several office buildings downtown.
There's something inexplicably rewarding
about winning at solitaire.
You're not beating anyone
and yet it's really quite satisfying.
How about you? Are you satisfied yet?
- I'm intrigued. - Only intrigued?
You just witnessed an incredible demonstration.
It's one thing to be untraceable.
It's a whole other thing to be intercepted,
hacked, and decrypted.
Itzhak pioneered hacking techniques for the Mossad
that would make your head spin.
I'll be calling from 771-555-0136.
The operating system on both phones is chainOS Secure.
What else do you need? Serial numbers? Storage capacity?
You couldn't be closer to it than you are right now.
You know, I'm always looking for talent.
I might have a place for you,
if you can penetrate this call.
Hmm.
- This is unusual. - The encryption?
No. I... I can't even get that far.
The phone is plugged directly into my system,
and I can't even register a call in progress.
I...
I've never seen anything like this.
Satisfied now?
With my technology in your pocket,
you'll dominate the global market in trafficking.
You've made a believer of me.
I'll buy every phone you have.
Smart man.
Now no one in law enforcement can touch you.
Ah, Alonso.
Thank you for coming on such short notice.
It better be important, Red.
You just pulled me from my daughter's dressage competition.
I wanted to know what $30,000 in horse lessons bought me.
I'll explain everything presently.
Where's Reddington?
Here's our other guest now.
Alonso Lyon, may I introduce you to Clyde MacFarlane,
President of the Mount Porte Motorcycle Club.
You got some nerve to summon me, I don't care who you are.
Why the hell am I here?
Oh, I'd like to know that as well.
You know what I love? A good documentary.
Would you look at that!
One of your men being taken by your men.
Son of a bitch. You took out Riggs?
Didn't take out anybody. How do you even know he's dead?
He got walked out of his local bar by a couple of creeps.
His ex-wife's hysterical 'cause he missed his son's first hockey game.
And he's never missed a single day dropping by the clubhouse in three years.
Except yesterday and today.
Now, tell me he's not gonna show up in a ditch somewhere.
Well, whatever happened to him didn't happen on my orders.
Well, I believe that's The Seer.
The Seer is in your employ.
The Seer? Is that the phone guy?
Yeah, he worked with me, yeah.
And I let him branch out on his own
for a nice piece of the action.
Providing a valuable service...
Apparently to both of you.
The question is,
is it valuable enough to turn the other cheek?
- Not to me. - I got nothing to do with this.
And yet there's your former tech guru in living color.
Rumor has it he redesigned your syndicate's
entire security system, communications, surveillance.
Transported you into the 21st century.
Why are you doing this, stirring up trouble?
My goal is the opposite. Conflict mediation.
Gang wars are bad for all of our businesses.
Please, let's sort this out.
There's nothing to sort.
Except which of his people I kill to make us even.
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.
Riggs was a full member. That means something.
Someone's got to pay.
An understandable sentiment.
From my vantage point, The Seer caused the problem.
Perhaps he's the solution?
I am not gonna sign off on the death of a friend.
I've had to part company with people myself.
I'm sure we all have. Peace and prosperity for all
is sometimes more important than one particular person.
Alonso?
All right, let me hear it from him,
and then I'll do what needs to be done.
You'll just hide him.
I don't want him disappeared.
I want him dead.
When the time comes, I'll handle the job.
Does that work for both of you?
All right.
Well, the hardware told us nothing.
Did you check his trace?
Why?
For the same reason you stole the phone.
And don't say it was out of spite because he's applying for your old job.
It was out of spite because he's applying for my old job.
It was also so you could check on his work,
because deep down, you know you're every bit as good as FJ,
if not better, because you know he might have missed something
- that you might catch. - The trace was a non-starter.
Too many dummy servers to identify the end location.
So he says.
I will run the trace again, but it won't lead anywhere.
And while you're at it, call Nick and recommend FJ for the job.
It's the nice thing to do, and you're a nice guy.
I suppose you think that is a compliment
and that it is not FJ's fault that I took a vow of poverty
and that if anyone else deserves the job, he does.
That's exactly what I think, and despite how you feel,
I know it's what you think, too.
- You're right. - Then you'll make the call?
Uh, no. Absolutely not.
You're not right about how I feel. In fact, no, you're absolutely wrong about that.
What you're right about is my running the trace.
Checking his work. Look.
Data packets are being sent directly to an end server.
FJ Powell is the father of modern forensic infosec.
- He could've found this in his sleep. - Then why didn't he?
That's the thing. I think he did.
Ah. Ms. Gilford.
I've been waiting with bated breath.
What tune did our songbird sing?
A song of silence.
- Ah. - Really?
I've never seen anything like it. 20 years in hell,
and she's willing to serve them all for you.
The loyalty you inspire in your people, or is it fear?
That's entirely case dependent.
In Heddie's case, it's loyalty.
The woman has the heart of a Basset Hound.
I'm just glad she passed the test.
And what if she failed?
You never told me what the contingency plan was.
No need for unpleasant "what ifs" today.
The fact is, Heddie stands tall.
Thank you for your time, Ms. Gilford.
Give my regards to Judge Smathers,
and I hope your new bungalow on Saint Maarten
is everything you've always dreamed of.
Best afternoon's work I've ever done.
I would agree.
The gentleman who brought you here is waiting to take you wherever you'd like.
Thank you.
Heddie has a rough road ahead.
I'll make some calls.
See that she gets the best bunk in the whole place.
Limitless commissary account.
That won't be necessary, Marvin.
I'd say Heddie's earned her freedom, wouldn't you?
I mean, I know you're good, but the, uh,
woman's in a federal holding cell.
What, are you planning on staging a breakout?
In a manner of speaking, yes.
Hello, Alonso.
You killed a full member of the Mount Porte Motorcycle Club?
What were you thinking?
The FBI was on its way to question him about Arcane.
- You should have come to me. - I don't work for you.
Only because I allowed you to go.
You operate under my protection. Don't forget.
I introduced you to many of your clients.
Nobody even knew who you were two years ago.
I think sharing half my profits with you
expresses the appropriate amount of appreciation.
Profits that might have disappeared if the FBI had gotten to Riggs.
You crossed a line,
and I'm staring down a war with a dangerous enemy.
We need to fix this.
When and where can we meet to discuss?
I'm on my way to close a deal with a new client.
Rock Creek Park in 45 minutes.
We can talk after.
I'll be there.
Make it as quick as possible.
Don't let him suffer.
He won't feel a thing.
Cooper.
Harold, I have a time and place.
What am I missing?
Manners.
You always said it wasn't enough to see only the code.
To be great, you need to see the big picture.
Well, I cannot see it, or I don't want to,
because the only big picture I see is that you're a traitor.
A convenient accusation, as even uttering it
might prevent me from getting your old job.
That has nothing to do with this.
But you don't want me to get it, do you?
What I want is for you to tell me, why didn't you run the trace?
Is that what you want, or is that an order?
Both. And if you don't believe me, why don't you call the boss?
I don't need to call the boss. I know exactly what she would say.
So do I. That I should arrest you.
Actually, she would curse your infernal meddling
and then grant me permission to read you into the situation
hoping to prevent you from causing any lasting damage.
The only thing I'm trying to damage is the Arcane network.
And by doing that, you damage the country.
You think I'm a traitor.
But if you saw the big picture,
you'd see that I'm a patriot.
Yes, I've been protecting the Arcane Network.
Because...
I created it.
We got eyes on the target. Perimeter secure.
Stand by. Let's see who he's meeting first.
- Who's the unsub? - Odin Interdonato.
Head of a human trafficking operation.
The largest trafficking operation in the country.
He's destroyed literally thousands of lives and families.
And if he starts using The Seer's phone, his operation goes invisible.
If we move in now, we can take them both down.
You're all clear. Do it.
Go.
Sir! Sir, you have to shut it down!
- It's the FBI! - What's the FBI?
The Seer, Arcane Wireless. It's all an op.
The Seer, he's a deep cover agent. He's one of us.
Agent Ressler, Agent Zuma, pull back.
Negative. Target is engaging.
- Hands! - Don't move!
You have no idea what you just did.
You know what? Save it for the judge.
We had one chance. One. And you ruined it.
Don't even think about it!
Moving out!
Right there, right there.
Interdonato is dead.
You had no authority to move in on my operation.
You were making a deal with a human trafficker.
You think I was making a deal? Give me one of my phones.
See if I can spell this out for the nosebleed seats.
Criminals make a call. Totally encrypted.
Not identifiable by any traditional method of forensic wiretapping.
- It was keeping arrests down. - For now.
Short-term concession for long-term gain.
What our clients didn't know
is that every one of their conversations was recorded
and sent back to our server farm.
I wasn't aiding Odin Interdonato.
I was bugging him.
I convinced him to use our phones, exclusively, to run his operations.
Thousands of criminals, all around the world.
Do you know how much work went into this?
Millions of dollars in R&D.
I spent years developing my criminal bonafides,
and you rush in like John Wayne's Cavalry
after two days of recon and shoot up the place.
What about Riggs?
You killed him to protect your cover.
Killed? No.
FJ heard you were nosing around Mount Porte,
so I arrested Riggs before he could get to him.
He's in a safe house in Cleveland.
We were done with them anyway...
We'd gotten the intel on their big shipment,
so we busted out the lights on their truck
to give Highway Patrol a reason to pull him over.
DEA was taking it over from there.
Why didn't someone in the Bureau notify us to stand down?
We would have, if FJ could have determined who Agent Mojtabai worked for.
But apparently, that's an incredibly well-kept secret.
I am sorry.
For what?
Saying you're sorry is meaningless unless you say what you're sorry for.
It's a pretty long list.
I'm sorry for messing up the op.
The phones you created, they are incredible.
I honestly don't know how you did it.
They could have been used for so much good.
I'm, uh, sorry that we messed that up.
You should be sorry about that.
Anything else?
Sorry I thought you were a traitor?
Yeah, that's two things.
What else?
Resenting you for wanting to take my old job.
- And? - And?
There's more? I don't know.
Um, my very existence?
You don't owe me another apology.
But you do owe one to yourself.
You are a smart young man with a bright future.
What I created at the Arcane Network
is no more impressive than what you created at Greylock.
I've been asked to join dozens of start-ups,
each more pedestrian than the next,
but what you created here, it's...
It's inspired.
Which makes me think that what you're doing here is also inspired,
or you wouldn't be here and not there.
So...
Forgive yourself for the choices that you've made.
As far as I can tell, my friend...
They're the right ones.
I'm telling you, the sky was the limit.
Odin was our latest prize,
but we had our eyes fixed on an even bigger fish.
Number one on the Most Wanted List.
Raymond Reddington.
You were targeting him.
We slipped a few of our phones into his ranks.
Taking him down was one of the main priorities of the wide release.
Now we will never know what we could've accomplished.
This was all about protecting you and your organization!
I guess you've spoken with The Seer.
Yeah, and it became abundantly clear
that this was about saving your ass.
We're each looking out for our own interests,
operating according to our own principles.
When those interests align, so be it.
Today, they didn't.
That task force was conducting a years-long surveillance operation.
And look how well it worked out.
Odin Interdonato is dead, and ongoing intel gathered
by whatever is left of the Arcane Network
will lead to the arrests of Alonso Lyon
and Clyde MacFarlane and who knows how many more?
A convenient vacuum I'm sure you will have no trouble filling.
Not interested.
I've got other fish to fry.
Hey!
I do not appreciate you making an end-run
around my representation.
Excuse us.
People have the right to an attorney, not a mouthpiece.
- I tried to get her one. - Oh, yeah.
An attorney who will get Heddie to do what you want her to do.
It doesn't really matter, does it, Mr. Gerard?
Reddington got his way, thanks to you.
You're a disgrace to your profession.
Am I? And how do you figure that?
In case you haven't heard, Miss Hawkins chose to turn down the deal.
For the next 20 years, every time you see your boss's face,
I hope you think about that misguided, manipulated woman rotting in prison.
Yeah, uh, no, that is, uh... That is not gonna happen.
- What, you're not gonna think of her? - No, she's not going to prison.
What do you know about the Arcane Wireless Network?
Nothing?
Well, tell your superiors all it will take are a few well-placed phone calls
to spread the word
to every drug runner, gangster, and con man
who are still in possession of an Arcane phone
that they are bugged
by the very same people
that they are supposed to be kept invisible to.
I don't know what you're talking about.
But I do know this is not a negotiation.
No, no, no. It isn't. Not between the two of us, anyway.
But the next time you hear about this,
it'll come from someone high up.
And when that happens, let me tell you something...
The only way that you are going to stop a mountain
of failed hopes and dreams
from coming tumbling down on you
is gonna be when you set my client free.
Got that?
Hey, uh, Chloe.
Yeah, yeah, I heard.
$19 million.
Yeah, no, that's great. That's great news.
Come to the celebration? No. Uh, I don't know.
Um...
In Tahiti.
On a private jet. Oh.
No, I'm... I'm good.
Yeah, no, I'm... I'm positive.
Listen, um, is, uh... Is Nick still around?
No. No, that's okay. Just, um...
Just tell him I sent over a resume, uh,
for someone to take my old job.
Yeah, he's gonna want to hire this guy.
He's awesome.
My hero!
Heddie. Come in, my dear.
Oh, thank you.
- Oh, no, thank you. - Oh!
Please, have a seat.
Thank you for getting me out. I...
I am so sorry.
It was the phones, Heddie, not you.
Oh.
So, how do you know that they won't be a problem going forward?
It's been taken care of.
You should know that I was approached by a lawyer.
The bloodsucker wanted me to turn on you.
Yes, I know.
Ms. Gilford is my bloodsucker,
along with the judge who assigned her to your case.
So, wait, you sent her in to see if I was loyal to you?
Kind of like a test?
A pass or die test?
I'm sorry, Heddie.
Tests have always made my nerves wacky.
They're the reason I dropped out of high school. I barely passed the GEDs.
Oh, and the CPA... I spent more time in the bathroom
than I did on the worksheets.
If I had known that you were giving me a test,
I... I probably would have flunked, but instead...
You passed with flying colors.
I'd offer you an alcoholic beverage to celebrate,
but I seem to recall you have a taste for...
Yerba mate.
I didn't show you the ritual when you were last here, did I?
No.
It's one meant to be shared with friends.
A gourd.
The leaves.
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