Excuse me. Sir?
Hey!
Hey, wait a minute! Can you stop?
I need to talk to you!
So, how'd we look? Pass inspection?
Flying colors. No infractions.
All right. So we're good to go?
I gotta start loading if we're gonna make our departure.
Gotta lotta chop out there today.
Always feel bad for the schmuck who's gotta clean the head after a bumpy ride.
You go ahead and get those people on board.
Wouldn't want anyone to miss the ferry.
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I brought some treats for Agnes.
You'll never guess where I got them.
The New Jersey Turnpike.
A diabolically inhumane
and utterly demoralizing length of road
that surprisingly strings together
an intriguing collection of, eh, travel plazas.
Rest stops.
Each of which is named after a historical dead person
somehow associated with Jersey,
from Walt Whitman,
who frankly, I would associate more with New York...
To Vince Lombardi, who I believe everyone
would associate with Green Bay, Wisconsin.
They have gummy snakes three feet long.
You drove yourself from New York this morning
to tour the New Jersey rest stops?
Last night, but yes.
It was a welcome addition to the itinerary.
I had an early meeting about a construction project.
But I'm finding I prefer being under my own steam.
On the way back, I'm stopping for a ride
on the tallest roller coaster in North America.
I'm scared to death.
I was sorry to hear about Robert Vesco.
I know you two were close.
Too close, I'm afraid.
Robert was fond of saying
that he taught me everything I know.
But he didn't ever really know
the half of who or what I am.
It was a terrible mistake
bringing him deeper into my world.
And, tragically, he was the one to pay the price for it.
He did save Dembe's life.
Yes, he did do that.
And that's a fine legacy.
But I'll miss him, and it's entirely my fault.
Usually is.
How is Dembe feeling?
He's back to work. I told him he could take more time.
But the FBI doctors cleared him,
and he said he'd rather work than not.
Excuse me.
Good morning.
Turn on the local news, Harold.
But why am I only hearing about this now?
- As details continue to emerge... - I see.
I'll follow up with you about this later.
My God. What happened?
- Alban Veseli happened. - The Freelancer?
You think he's responsible for this?
After Wujing broke Veseli out of custody,
I told my associate to put his invisible army
of service industry troops on alert.
A deckhand working on a tender ship by the piers
reported seeing a man matching Veseli's description
near the ferry terminal...
hours ago.
I'm only sorry the tip didn't come in sooner.
Here's someone who needs no introduction...
The Freelancer, AKA Alban Veseli.
We've seen how Veseli hides the identity of assassination targets
by taking them out in large-scale disasters.
Sacrificing dozens or even hundreds of lives
to kill a single individual.
NTSB is reporting 35 passengers and 7 crew members dead
in Baltimore Harbor this morning.
We've already taken this guy out, twice.
What's it gonna take for us to keep him down?
Reddington believes this event is tied directly to Wujing's plan
to expose the task force's connection to him.
That would explain why Wujing went to extreme lengths
to break Veseli out of custody.
Who was The Freelancer targeting by sinking that ferry?
And how does the death of that target help Wujing?
What's his end game here?
These are questions we need to answer.
Do we have any leads on the target?
I sent you all copies of the passenger manifest
and pulled a few notable victims
that have been identified already.
David Broderick, South Baltimore city council.
Sarah Miller, on parole for counterfeiting.
And Wade Han, over a dozen arrests
for weapons trafficking and assault.
Do any of these people have a connection to Reddington?
I don't recognize any of them.
Or anyone else on the passenger manifest.
Agent Malik, keep digging into possible targets.
Ressler, Dembe, head to the docks.
Look for anything that might help us find Veseli.
I'll notify the NTSB that you're on your way.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Hey, how you doing? FBI.
Thank you.
Are you okay, ma'am?
Did you know someone on board?
Uh, Joanie Wilson, my daughter.
She commutes on the ferry. She's not answering her phone.
There's a Red Cross volunteer inside.
They're handling all inquiries for concerned family members.
Oh, thank you.
Show some courtesy and respect.
There are people here in pain.
Sorry, man. My bad.
It's too early to determine exact cause.
But before the ferry went down,
the captain reported a loud noise from a rupture in the engine room.
It may have jeopardized the integrity of the hull.
What's the likelihood of something like that ever happening?
I don't know. We'll know more after the investigation.
There is something weird, though.
I'm all ears.
According to the terminal manager,
the ship received a clean safety inspection
from a marine inspector for the Coast Guard.
Would that inspector have access to the engine room?
Yeah, sure. The engine room's one of the primary areas of focus
when it comes to safety.
Nobody else by the waterline, got it?
Keep the dock clear.
We still have bodies in the water.
Excuse me, sir. Can we speak with you?
- We're with the FBI. - Of course, whatever you need.
NTSB said you're the one who dealt with the Coast Guard inspector this morning.
Was there an inspection scheduled for today?
Well, no. But that's not unusual.
Coast Guard inspections are usually a surprise.
Did anyone accompany the inspector
- while he was on the ferry? - There's no need.
They know their way around the vessels.
So he was alone in the engine room.
I guess. Unless there were crew members present.
Why? What are you thinking?
Was this the guy you met with?
Yeah, that's him.
Where exactly did you speak with him? On board?
No. Right on the dock.
He was throwing away his gloves.
Thank you.
Hey.
Oof!
Some kind of chemical on this.
We gotta get this analyzed. Fast.
Our forensics team is already overloaded
with all the evidence coming in from the ferry and the victims.
You know who we could call?
What about Reddington's pal? What was his name? Harry?
Herbie. He came through in the past.
And he was quick.
As long as there's no foosball tournament.
- Foosball? - I'll tell you about it later.
Let me get in touch with Cooper, see if he can't approve Herbie coming in today.
We gotta get this analyzed immediately.
...marine tragedy.
43 passengers and crew
have been confirmed dead at this time,
with several still unaccounted for.
Wujing is very pleased.
Well, he's gonna love what I have planned next.
Gracias. Gracias.
- Papi, get the door. - Ay.
- Raymond! - Hello, Rogelio.
Oh, I'm interrupting, lo siento.
No, no, no, of course not. It's an honor to have you.
You've got quite the operation going here.
After so many years of washing sheets,
I saw some room for improvement.
Oh, feel this.
Soft as a lamb, durable too, like nothing else on the market.
Oh, my. That is nice.
You must be putting in a tremendous amount of time
and effort into this project.
Mm-hmm.
That explains it.
Explains what?
I needed you to reach out to me
the moment Alban Veseli was spotted.
But I didn't hear from you
until after a dozen bodies had washed ashore,
because your head is filled with Egyptian cotton.
Raymond, I called you the second that tip came in.
Rogelio, I need the full attention of you
and every maid, bellhop, and busboy on your payroll.
I'll triple the reward. I'll... I'll stay up all night
and make sure everyone's on alert.
Well, about that. I actually have a second request.
I need to stay in town until I sort this out.
That wouldn't be a pull-out, would it?
As a possible investor, I'd love a chance to test these sheets.
I am very proud to say that one of us is celebrating
a year sober today.
Donald, why don't you come up here?
Congratulations.
- Thank you. - Want to say something?
Go ahead.
Thank you.
I mean, I really wouldn't be here without
everyone in this room.
I used to think that going it alone made me stronger.
But that's not true.
No, not in here, not out there.
No, real strength comes from
accepting that you're...
...accepting that you're weak...
and that it's okay to ask for help.
Powerful words, Donald.
Please don't ever make me do that again.
You know, there's a lot of people that need help.
You ever, uh, you ever thought about becoming a sponsor?
Sponsor?
No. No, that's a big step.
So is a year sober.
I think you're ready.
You, uh, you see that guy over there?
You're in similar lines of work.
You know better than anyone how hard it is
to stay clean in this town...
in a high-stress job, where everything's a secret.
I don't talk about my work here.
I know, but...
I've been leading meetings in D.C. for a long time.
There's a... look.
You have it, so does he.
I think you could help each other.
- Can I think about it? - Of course, take your time.
We'll talk about it next meeting, all right?
Where are we right now?
Those were some crazy cool security protocols.
I gotta be honest, when I saw those blackout goggles, I was like, "Whoa!"
I mean, this is like the modern-day
bag over the head like in the movies, right?
Except I get to go home and kiss Holly,
make faces at Sue... right?
I get to go home, right?
You do.
Whoa!
Whoa, this is...
What is this?
Hey, Herbie. Thanks for helping us out.
I know you. We spoke on the phone.
Donald, right?
Agent Ressler.
And... And my man Dembe.
You're part of all this? That is so cool.
How's it feel to be on the straight and narrow?
It doesn't feel straight or narrow.
Herbie, why don't I show you the lab?
We need to find out how that ferry was sabotaged.
Yeah, my Laminar Hood at home is just not big enough for the job.
You know how it is.
Did Red set this up?
The fewer questions, the better, Mr. Hambright.
Wait a minute.
Is this a black site?
I figured it out, right?
Which means that you guys are...
dramatic pause...
CIA.
- No. - Oh, okay.
NSA.
Come on, Herbie.
Red's really anxious for those results.
NGA? NRO?
I know this can't be NCIS. I've watched that for years.
It's nothing like this.
- Here? - Yeah. Right here.
Bathroom's free.
I see you found my robe.
Oh, yes. I'm so sorry.
I hope you don't mind.
It was either this or young Teo's,
which nobody wants to see me in.
But I'm terribly sorry. I'll replace it immediately.
Don't be silly. It looks very nice.
Just make yourself at home.
I need to help Ita.
She got up early to make you arepas.
Aww!
Gracias.
I think she has a crush on you.
Not half as much as I have on her.
You two keep spoiling me, I'll have to extend my visit.
Careful, day two is when Abuelita really makes her move.
Ha! I can't wait.
All right, so I ran a whole bunch of tests on your glove.
The noxious fumes come from a bacteria...
Leptospirillum ferricomedentis.
Is it dangerous?
I put my nose pretty close to that thing.
No, as long as it didn't touch your skin, you're okay.
It's not an infectious agent.
Ferrum,"iron." Comedentis,"devouring."
"Iron devouring."
And if anything, the name undersells it.
One swab could eat through a nail in under an hour.
Normally, it's used for industrial cleanup,
but it could also weaken
the tensile strength of a ship's hull.
If one were so inclined.
So The Freelancer rigged the engine to blow,
but he wanted to make sure it would punch a hole in the ship.
How would he get this bacteria?
It's heavily regulated and super rare.
But I tracked down the lab that bio-engineers it.
I called the lab, and last week they sold a vial
to the Appalachian Defense Alliance,
supposedly for cleaning up mining waste.
Supposedly?
The Appalachian Alliance doesn't exist except on paper.
But their bank account seemed real enough.
So I made a call and requisitioned their transaction history.
Gas masks, tools, flammable solvents,
everything needed to punch a hole in that ship.
Uh, yeah, except there's only one problem.
Can you spot it?
Can you?
I did.
- The solvents. Look at the... - It's the timestamps.
Yeah, they were purchased yesterday afternoon.
After the ferry explosion.
So The Freelancer's planning another high body count somewhere?
Thank you for your help today, Mr. Hambright.
But maybe it's time for Agent Malik to escort you back...
I'm... I'm all right. I'm good.
I could stay until you, you know, get this guy.
I'm pretty invested now.
And I have a sitter till 6:00, so...
Oh, okay. Fine.
I suppose if we're facing an arson attack
somewhere in the city, we gotta use everything we can.
Uh, but, if it's all right... is there, like, a snack room
or something where I could get a drink? Just like a soda, some chips.
I've only had applesauce today.
Yes.
Agent Malik can show you the way.
Oh, cool, great.
Mmm.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Gracias, Abuelita.
I couldn't eat another bite,
even though it is the best arepa I have ever tasted.
- Ohh. - Gracias.
Raymond.
Ah!
Excuse me.
There's gonna be another attack.
Right here, in downtown D.C.
How do you know this?
I just left the housekeeper from the Broadhurst Hotel,
who saw a man who looked exactly like Veseli go into a room.
She brought him an extra towel to be sure, and he gave her some cash.
Told her to take an early lunch
and don't come back to work today.
Well, we couldn't ask for a more detailed tip than that, could we?
Reddington, I'm here with the team.
- We've got a situation. - Yes, you do.
The Freelancer is at the Broadhurst Hotel,
and he's planning another attack imminently.
What exactly, I can't say.
We can.
We need to call D.C. Fire Department.
Tell them we got a suspected arson, they need to send engines immediately.
I'll scramble EMS and Metro PD.
Ressler, Zuma, get to that hotel.
Malik, stay on the ferry manifest.
And, uh... look after our guest.
Oh, I just...
FBI.
We need to speak to whoever's in charge here.
Fire Chief set up a command post across the street in the lobby of that building.
- I think he's over there right now. - Thank you.
Excuse me.
Agents Ressler, Zuma, FBI.
Oh, they were lucky.
If you hadn't called when you did,
we would have lost the entire 9th floor and everyone on it.
But everyone's accounted for.
- Is that where the fire started? - Apparently.
The point of origin was a housekeeping closet.
Something flammable in there,
probably cleaning supplies, chemicals.
What about the guests who were evacuated? Can we speak with them?
I've got the guests cordoned off in the bullpen
while we take statements.
Anybody you want to talk to?
Let's start with everybody on the 9th floor.
Can you think of any reason
someone might want to cause you harm?
Me? No.
No, of course not.
- Actually, uh, well... - What?
You think someone would want to harm me?
No, I think someone might want to harm me.
- I've got bookies. - Well, you also have a wife.
They don't need to know that.
Well, now they do.
Wait. So, are you saying that you think
someone set that fire on purpose?
I don't know.
What?
Sorry, you don't know whether you're in Washington for business or pleasure?
Uh... Oh, no. Yeah.
Yeah, business, definitely.
But, uh, s-some pleasure, too. You know?
What exactly do you do for work?
Oh, me? I... I work at a bank.
I know you can't speculate,
but if you suspect this was arson,
you should really look at the manager.
I... I watch a lot of true crime documentaries.
And there was this one, where this girl went missing...
The press outside... I can't...
I don't want to be on... on the news or...
or in the papers, especially anything
that might be shown in the, uh, the... the Richmond area.
Sir, is that where your wife lives?
Wife? Psst, I don't...
What kind of information do you have access to at your bank?
Anything sensitive, confidential?
Oh, yeah. Absolutely.
My co-worker Emily, I was the first person she told
when she got pregnant.
And I didn't tell anyone. I told my dentist, but, I mean...
I think we meant anything that might be related
to illegal activity.
I'm sorry, guys.
My brain just really, like, can't right now.
You're really intense with the badges and the questions.
- He's high. - As a kite.
Are we almost done?
I-I was supposed to be out of here hours ago, and I just...
You want to leave now?
We're being interrogated by the FBI.
Well, I mean, if they need anything else,
I'll give them my... my card, okay? Just...
And is... is there another way out of here,
you know, away from the... cameras. I just...
You know what? Uh, I-I can't find my cards.
Uh, it's okay.
We have your names. I think we're all set.
We'll reach out if there's anything else we need.
Yeah, I-I don't want my name in the paper.
Um, either of our names.
Okay. Okay. Thank you, sir.
Seriously?
We have your payment for the tip.
But we just have a few questions to ask you first.
Maria, please, have a seat.
Maria, Rogelio and I are business associates.
And our business relies on information...
accurate information.
Information that people's lives depend on.
So you can imagine my surprise
when you turned up with this individual's entire story
wrapped up in a nice, neat bow.
Please, mister, I...
I-I have two babies.
Maria,
the man Rogelio asked you to look for...
did you find him, or did he find you?
He came to me...
when I arrived on the floor...
in the hallway.
He promised me $10,000
if I told Rogelio exactly what he said.
Go home to your children.
Maria.
You're forgetting something.
Raymond.
You're paying her for betraying us?
We offered Maria money in exchange for information.
She may have fed us the who, what, and where
on someone else's orders.
But the why she just gave us?
That's something to pay for.
And maybe a new stroller for good measure.
You realize this all started with that picture of us.
You think?
Ah, that was years ago.
And nobody really saw that.
I don't know.
We were both there. Together.
Would you give me a moment?
Raymond.
Have you identified a target at the hotel?
Not yet.
- How about the ferry? - Nothing yet there either.
I'm not surprised.
The source who led us to the hotel came to Rogelio
on the instructions of The Freelancer himself.
The Freelancer gave the tip?
Why would Veseli notify us of his own attack?
Because this was never about the attack.
It was about our response.
Wujing has been looking for proof of my relationship
with the FBI.
If The Freelancer feeds my network information
and the FBI intervenes before they have cause,
then Wujing establishes a causal link
between my world and yours.
The only question is how he intends to prove it.
I might have an answer to that.
This footage came from an outside CCTV camera
on the same block as the hotel.
Look. This one.
All the other stringers are taking photos of the action,
but this guy's camera's pointed directly at us.
And look at this.
He was the first photographer to arrive.
Four minutes before we notified the fire department.
And this same guy was at the site of the ferry incident.
I thought he might have snapped a photo of me,
but it was so chaotic, I couldn't be certain.
Malik and Ressler are trying to get an ID on him now.
Raymond, I can't shake a feeling.
We know this man from somewhere.
Yeah, we do.
He's the same photographer that took that picture of us six years ago.
That photo?
It can't be.
Remember, Rogelio was there, too?
Alban Veseli is paying Rogelio's people to pass tips to me
and then sending this photographer
to the incident sites to capture your team responding.
Confirmation of what Wujing has been searching for...
evidence of my relationship with the FBI.
Do you think he has all the evidence he needs?
Well, you know, there's scarcely a rule
I haven't broken in my life, Dembe.
But there is one even I won't trifle with,
the Rule of Three.
Goldilocks and the Three Bears, the Three Little Pigs,
the three-paragraph persuasive essay.
Three is the smallest number of any elements
that firmly establishes a pattern in the human mind.
And these photos illustrate the story
Wujing is attempting to tell about me.
Which means The Freelancer is planning another attack.
And Wujing's personal paparazzo is going to lead you there.
According to the local press corps office,
his name is Keith Perry.
He's a local photojournalist
who covers everything from inaugurations
to the Maryland Little League state championship.
He'll even snap an occasional celebrity
to testify to Congress about a pet project of the month.
He snapped a photo of Raymond several years ago
that ran in a small daily rag.
How come no one told us about this before?
It wasn't a big deal. The clearest face was Rogelio's.
Perry only got the back of Raymond's head.
But now, Raymond believes The Freelancer
is planning another attack and Keith Perry will no doubt
be there to capture when we arrive on the scene.
We need to find Perry. Immediately.
We sent uniforms to his apartment, but he wasn't there.
He's not answering the phone number listed with the press corps, either.
Reach out to every level of law enforcement.
I want every eyeball within a hundred square miles looking for this guy.
Finding him is our best way of preventing further loss of life.
Uh, excuse me. Sorry.
Uh, hey.
You have something to offer, Mr. Hambright?
Oh, take your time. No rush.
Look, um, I know this isn't exactly my area of expertise.
- What is it, Herbie? - It's this.
See this.
Can you zoom in?
That hardware is made by Novall.
- Novall? - Yeah, it's a wireless cloud adapter.
It uploads every photo you take to the cloud in real time.
Super useful if you take hundreds of pictures a day.
Which I do...
of Sue.
Man, they say that kids change every single day,
but you don't really start noticing that until you look at pictures.
Oh! That reminds me.
Would you guys mind giving my Instagram a little follow?
It's @AGirlNamedSue222.
Siya?
You thinking about it?
Back to Novall.
You think Perry was connecting to Novall
- while taking these pictures? - Yeah.
I mean, if the camera's on, he's connect and transmitting.
Instant upload, that's the plus.
Malik, get a subpoena.
We need access to his photo storage, now.
I noticed the chip in there.
- I realized it must be, what? - A year.
Congratulations.
That's a major accomplishment.
That's what everyone keeps telling me, yeah.
Oh. Sick of hearing it?
Once was enough.
Okay, okay.
Uh...
NA wants me to sponsor someone.
Are you gonna do it?
I'm not sure.
Some days, I can't even help myself.
How am I supposed to help someone else?
Maybe that's the point.
I've never known you not to be of service when you can be.
Subpoena came through.
Novall was able to identify the account and give us access.
This is Perry's live photostream.
We're in every photo.
Okay, this is getting creepy.
Ooh, look. He's uploading more photos...
right now, as we speak.
But where is this?
Looks like an apartment building.
Can we identify which one?
I can't see any street signs.
Are there any active emergency calls?
Checking with EMS now.
Nothing.
Look at the differences in the photos.
He's taking test shots.
He's playing around with the F-stop and shutter speed.
The Freelancer must have sent him.
This may be the location of the third attack that Raymond predicted.
It fits the pattern.
Malik, can we get a more specific location?
Almost. I'm zeroing in on the hotspot he's using to transmit.
Okay...
Got it.
Laurel Vistas.
It's in Arlington.
12 stories, 16 units per floor.
That could mean dozens, if not hundreds of victims.
The Freelancer's gonna cause a building collapse.
I've been in contact with the City Planner's office in Arlington.
Laurel Vistas is an 80-year-old property
that's had 7 different owners in the last 10 years alone.
It's racked up more code violations in that period
then I have time to read out.
But several involve water damage near a retaining wall
in the basement that backs onto the Potomac Aquifer.
That water could take out the whole building.
You need to get down there.
And Malik, you're on Perry.
Hey!
Stop!
Mr. Perry.
Waiting for the perfect shot?
Or just waiting for us?
What? What do you mean?
Let's go, shutterbug.
Show me your hands!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm unarmed.
How 'bout a horse trade, huh?
I show you how to undo the damage I've just done, and you let me...
He's alive. But out cold.
Uh, mayday... We've got bigger problems over here.
You smell gas?
Looks like the chemical ate through the main gas line.
What's the update?
The Freelancer's unconscious and in custody.
We have one civilian down, and a live incendiary device.
I'm willing to bet when this timer goes off,
it'll overload the fuse box.
Gonna be a shower of sparks.
Agent Malik is working with Arlington County Police to evacuate the building.
If you're down there when the wall goes,
you'll drown under tons of mud and silt. You need to leave, now.
No, there's not enough time to get everyone out.
Then we're not going anywhere.
I don't know which wire to pull.
Any one of them could set it off.
What if we cut the main power?
No power, no sparks, no...
Better than any idea I've got.
Let's hope this works.
All right.
No power, no sparks.
We're good.
No.
We're not.
Rogelio just got a tip...
the collapse of an apartment building in Arlington.
Yes, we got it.
Is everyone safe?
For now.
Good.
But Veseli got away.
That is not so good.
It started with a photo.
Six or seven years ago,
I was covering this reception at a hotel near Dupont.
A big fundraiser thing.
I was getting nothing shots,
so I went around to the back of the building.
Thought I could get someone sneaking in, sneaking out.
I see someone standing on the curb
over by the loading dock.
I swear to God, it's Raymond Reddington...
talking with this Latino guy.
But before I could get my camera ready and snapping,
Reddington steps into the street,
ducks into a waiting car, and is gone.
I get a... a blurry pic of the back of his head.
I couldn't sell the damn thing anywhere.
Nobody would believe me that it was Reddington.
I got one outlet to pay me for it.
Tabloid.
Even they speculated.
God, if I could've just proved it,
it would've been one helluva payday.
Then, all of a sudden, a few months ago,
someone shows at my door
and wants to know about the photograph.
Said he worked for somebody.
Um...
Wu-something.
They wanted to know about the photo
and who the guy with Reddington was.
Then they said they wanted me to take some new photos.
You really can't stay for dinner?
Sadly, it's time for me to head back to New York.
Soledad's paella is legendary.
It has a cult following.
And it's not nearly as good reheated.
I'll be the judge of that.
Rogelio, please tell your lovely wife
that her hospitality, much like her paella,
is unrivaled.
Yours as well.
Your sheets are truly the finest I have ever slept on.
I have the utmost faith in your new business endeavor.
I hope you'll give us an endorsement when the time comes.
You can be in our first commercial.
Wouldn't that be something?
But the least I can do is invest.
Tell me how much you need.
Ah, that... That's generous, Raymond. But no, thank you.
A hundred thousand?
You don't understand. I... I don't need you to invest.
Working for you, I've grown my intelligence network
from the city to the region to the entire country.
I've built a nice nest egg.
So, I'm using it to help pay for my dream.
You're evolving, my friend. You don't need me anymore.
Raymond, no, I'd never dare say that.
Yeah, I owe you.
Everything.
I just don't need you for this.
Well, the day you do need an investor or a spokesman
who happens to be on the most wanted list,
click your heels and there I'll be.
In the meantime, I need two sets of those sheets.
Queen size.
Claro. You got it, amigo.
Hey.
You, uh, nauseous?
Yeah, thanks.
Yeah, the first week's the hardest.
Feels like your, uh, blood's on fire?
- Yeah, and your veins might explode. - Mm-hmm.
At least, at this point, I'm praying they do.
How many days are you?
Uh, four.
Uh, four and a half.
Mm. Don't knock the half.
It's an accomplishment.
I know it doesn't seem like it at this point, but it is.
Donald.
Jonathan.
How did Mr. Hambright work out for you today?
He's actually proven to be quite useful.
More than once.
Quite a character, isn't he?
To say the least.
You're headed back up the turnpike?
I've got that coaster to ride.
Listen, I told Agnes
that saltwater taffy will be the order of the day
on my next jaunt through the Garden State.
So beware, I'll be bringing her a bundle.
Maybe she could share it with the boy she's got a crush on at school.
Agnes has a young suitor?
She's only told Charlene.
I'm still waiting for her to come to me with the news.
I admire the relationship you've built with her.
Fatherhood isn't for the faint of heart.
Some days I find myself wondering if...
if everything else is worth it.
The job. The Blacklist.
How much it takes me away from her.
I miss that little girl every moment I'm not with her.
Yeah.
And I hate to tell you,
but we're not getting any younger, Harold.
No, we're not.
And it seems like every time we stop a threat, it just begets three more.
It's a disastrous domino effect.
Taking down Marvin Gerard sets in motion
a chain of events that eventually sinks a ferry.
And The Freelancer is still out there.
Do you think he has anything else planned for us?
I haven't the foggiest.
Wujing has gotten what he wanted.
He did, didn't he?
It's the one thing I haven't been able to stop thinking about.
What?
Photographs of the task force.
Concrete evidence.
Now that Wujing has them,
what's he planning to do with them?
Time will tell.
- _ - Thank you for agreeing to meet.
I was surprised when you wanted it to be here.
And without protection.
I wouldn't say that.
I see.
You have the high ground.
What do you want?
My employer is interested in hiring your... team
to remove a common threat.
I don't have to tell you anything about Raymond Reddington
you don't already know.
Reddington.
It is my understanding that Marvin Gerard contracted
your forces to take out Reddington
as part of their war last year.
Yeah.
And now our colleague, Henrick Fisker,
is rotting in a CIA black site.
Hm.
What if I told you that those two things...
Raymond Reddington still alive
and your brother in arms in custody,
were directly related?
I'm listening.
Reddington has an immunity agreement
and a covert FBI task force that does his bidding
and allows him to grow his empire with impunity.
I don't believe you.
What if I can prove it?
Show me proof, and then we'll talk.
_
We fed three tips
to part of Reddington's intelligence network,
and three times his federal pack hounds
showed up to investigate before they were declared a crime.
Agent Donald Ressler, FBI.
Agent Dembe Zuma, FBI.
Agent Siya Malik,
a curveball, is actually MI6.
Interesting. Hm.
To say the least.
So, does this satisfy your requirement for proof?
What do you think?
I think you should tell your employer
that we are very, very expensive.
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