They're coming for you. Get out.
Hey, Lu.
They look serious, Lu.
You wanna...
Down on the ground!
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I'm going to meetings every day.
And between that and our one-on-ones,
I'm doing better.
- And work's been good? - Sure.
You know. You work for Uncle Sam, too.
Keeping the ol' republic afloat
isn't exactly, uh, therapeutic.
But my... My coworkers are supportive,
keep telling me how good I look.
You do. I wasn't lying.
Ah, it just makes me realize how busted I was before.
Hey, I was a wreck at your point in recovery.
I hadn't even shaved yet.
There's gonna be some tough days ahead.
I'm not trying to freak you out. Just preparing you.
No, I-I know. I know.
But right now, I'm just really happy to be back
in the world of the living.
Oh.
- Thank you. - Ah, the nation calls.
- I'll see you soon? - Yeah.
We'll meet here, uh, day after tomorrow.
But you call me if you need anything, okay?
Yeah, sure.
See? So, here, me and my friends
are all little crew mates on this spaceship together,
and we're all running around...
just completing different tasks.
Except one of us is secretly an imposter.
Sabotaging the mission. This is ingenious.
Mmm-hmm. But Madison totally sold me out last game.
Agnes, your ride.
Bye, Pinkie.
Bye, Pops.
Mmm.
Remember when foursquare and tetherball
were the pinnacle of playtime?
Now they have virtual spaceships.
Oh, for goodness' sake, Harold. You're angry. I understand.
You murdered Wujing and Zhang Wei in the Post Office.
You brought an army there.
You used a stolen NSA tool to delete government records.
Well, when you put it like that...
"Angry" doesn't begin to cover it.
I understand.
What you've done, Raymond...
I would do again in a heartbeat.
We hunted Wujing for months.
At a steep cost to the U.S. government.
We put people's lives on the line.
And the FBI has nothing to show for it,
- save for a few minor arrests. - Uh-huh.
We are not a hit squad!
Wujing, Zhang Wei, Alban Veseli, all dead.
Perillos is gone, I assume dead.
Bo Chang is in the wind.
- Right. - This won't end here.
An official investigation hasn't come down
from Main Justice yet, but when it does,
how do I explain to them why this task force
should continue to exist?
There's never been a fixed paradigm
for how we operate, Harold.
What the task force was on its first day
was different than what it was on its second.
Or third or tenth.
And different from what it is today.
All I can say is...
the danger that Marvin Gerard unleashed,
it's done.
Criminals are dead.
My connection to the FBI has been erased.
As we've changed course many times before,
we're changing course again. It is what it is.
That's what I tell the Department of Justice?
Cynthia Panabaker? Congress?
"It is what it is"?
I don't know what to tell you, Harold.
If you choose not to continue with me, I understand.
But if you wish to carry on, keep everyone working...
I have a case.
This situation will not just go away, Raymond.
Okay, well, tomorrow can worry about itself.
But this morning, there was a horrific shooting
at the Sussex State Prison in Virginia.
A leader of El Calavera crime syndicate
took down three rival gang members
and a couple of unlucky bystanders,
one of them a guard.
The prisoner had a gun?
A Glock. Automatic.
My associate Paulie Diamond was shot in the hip.
Decent thief. Fantastic chess player.
We played through the mail for years.
Now the fate of my bishop is in limbo.
How does a prisoner get an automatic pistol?
The authorities don't seem to know.
It didn't come in through the usual pipelines.
I believe it to be the work of The Postman.
I already regret this. But who is that?
I'm thrilled you asked.
He's a smuggler of prison contraband.
In a very short time, he's almost completely dominated
in the Mid-Atlantic market.
We crossed the globe trying to stop Wujing.
Now you want us to hunt down a local black-market courier?
What's the angle, Reddington?
The angle is he's rising fast,
spilling blood, making headlines.
If you are so anxious to prove your worth
to the Department of Justice,
deliver The Postman now, before he goes national.
"The Postman." Does he have a real name?
I believe his birth name is Lawrence Nelson.
I maintain we can still do good work together, Harold.
And it can start with bringing Lawrence Nelson to justice.
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Today, we'll be determining the verdict
of the State of Maryland vs. Lawrence Nelson.
We'll begin by taking a preliminary, anonymous vote
to see where we all stand.
It's been a long trial.
Hopefully we can be efficient in our deliberation.
I knew kids growing up like Lawrence Nelson.
I don't think there's much to discuss.
I've been praying.
His soul will find salvation in jail.
I know it.
Um, we have 11 votes for "guilty"
and one vote for "not guilty."
Who in the hell thinks that kid's innocent?
We can keep it anonymous for the time being.
N-No, I'd love to know 'cause they sure
weren't sitting in the same courtroom as I was.
Perhaps they're confused or asleep.
- Sir! - It's okay.
I voted "not guilty."
Right.
Well, thank you for being forthcoming,
- Juror Number... - Harold.
My name's Harold Cooper.
Prisoners call him "The Postman."
Served 25 years in a Maryland prison
starting at 18 years old.
Was released five years ago on good behavior,
then he vanished.
No one's seen him, including his P.O.
Twenty-five years. Why?
First-degree murder.
He shot his manager at their workplace,
a convenience store in Baltimore.
I'm sorry, but w-we're gonna hunt down the local kingpin
of prison contraband because what,
he injured one of Reddington's cronies?
What about the people that Reddington killed in this very room just last week?
Reddington's actions with respect to Wujing
were frustrating, I know.
They will be dealt with in due time.
Look, I'm not losing sleep over the loss of evil men,
but Reddington told us a pack of lies.
Why should we believe him
that the Postman is even worthy of our attention?
Because Larry Nelson's a dangerous man.
And that doesn't come from Reddington.
That comes from me.
In Pennsylvania, Nelson outfitted
an entire cellblock with Wi-Fi routers,
allowing imprisoned cartel members to complete drug deals
from the comfort of their prison cell.
And this morning, five men at Sussex
were shot by Lu Fernan,
the leader of the La Calavera crime syndicate.
Not only is Nelson making life more dangerous inside prisons,
that danger is spilling out to the rest of the world,
and we have no...
Hey, sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Hi. It's me. Hello.
Um, did I miss anything? What did I miss?
Just your first morning of your trial employment period.
Is he videoconferencing from home?
You can do that?
Sue's got some sort of stomach bug.
Um, we... We gave her this new brand of peaches.
Maybe that was it, but, oh...
Whatever's coming out of her is not peach-colored.
Herbie, I would recommend fluids
and a call to your pediatrician's office.
In the meantime, Malik and Ressler
are about to roll out to Sussex State Prison.
Dembe will get you up to speed as to why.
So, how did you get the weapon inside?
We know it wasn't a guard.
You could grease every palm from here to Rikers,
and a guard wouldn't walk into a cellblock and hand over a gun.
It must've been a little bird.
Hmm. Maybe it was the Postman.
Didn't think I'd hear that name.
Tell us how you two communicate.
Or what? You gonna lock me up for a long time?
I rat on that guy, and he's gonna put a...
A grenade in my soup or a rattlesnake under my pillow.
He can get anything to anyone for the right price.
So you're afraid of him.
Wouldn't you be?
I got a syndicate to run from inside this prison here, okay?
Best of luck.
The compound isn't pure enough.
To get this right, I need one more delivery.
Eugene. Ever the perfectionist.
Shouldn't you be in bed?
Lights out, 9:00 p.m.
I need more product.
I'll send Rudolph. Tomorrow.
I'll oversee it myself.
Let's get a move on!
We interviewed inmates at three of the prisons
where Reddington believes the Postman operates.
No one will talk.
So no leads on the Postman's mysterious delivery network?
Sussex transferred us a huge cache of security footage,
but it's gonna take manpower to get through.
I'm going to assign the task to Herbie.
Good. Do we have any other avenues to pursue?
Yeah, Lu Fernan clearly has confederates
working for him on the outside,
and one of them must've paid for that gun,
so we checked his log of visitors...
And it turns out Fernan's brother moved $10,000
just three days before the attack.
The payment went to a shell company
which has an account at Acordia Bank in New Jersey.
It's a regional outfit.
We've contacted them, but they've been very... cold.
I'll reach out to Reddington. He may be able to warm them up.
Cooper.
Apologies for the missed call.
I just returned to the creature comforts of the Big Apple.
Anything urgent?
Yes. Do you know anyone at Acordia Bank in New Jersey?
Lawrence Nelson may have an account there.
Ah. I'm glad you judged him a worthy target, Harold.
I'll darken some doorways, see what I find.
Mmm-hmm.
Is everything alright?
You sound a little... distracted.
It's just that someone from my past
has suddenly popped out of the woodwork.
Ghosts like to do that, don't they?
Pop out of the woodwork.
I hope it's a friendly one.
This one's definitely not that.
Let us know about the bank.
I'm not saying he's innocent.
I'm just unconvinced of his guilt.
You're honestly claiming reasonable doubt?
I don't know. That's why we're here.
Okay, fine. Can we establish the facts we all can agree on?
Sure.
So, this young kid, Larry, he's on trial for murdering his manager
at the convenience store where he worked.
A day before the murder, she fired him.
- You agree? - Yes.
The following night, she was found dead in her car.
She was parked outside the store.
One shot to the head.
Cash stolen from her wallet... and Nelson's DNA on the purse.
So we have motive, we have evidence.
But DNA testing is still quite a new forensics technique.
It's not that complicated.
There's either DNA or there's not.
It's not complicated because you want to go home.
Okay. What about this?
Two days ago, his girlfriend swore on a Bible,
took the stand, and told us that Lawrence Nelson privately confessed to the murder.
- How do you explain that? - He is insistent
that conversation never happened with her.
And he's obviously lying!
We don't need to sit around talking for hours to figure that out.
I'm sorry, but I won't destroy this kid's life
because I'm in a hurry.
Let's start from the beginning.
Can we see the diagram of the crime scene again?
Sorry, sir. We're closed.
Yes, Benny, I'm aware. That's why I'm here now.
I'm in search of information
regarding one of your personal banking clients.
Lawrence Nelson.
And who are you exactly?
Perhaps a new friend.
My name is Raymond Reddington.
Oh.
Benny, your colleagues left ages ago,
and you're here, what, watching golf?
Why aren't you at home?
I like the peace and quiet,
which you are currently disturbing.
I can only imagine.
My heart goes out to you, Benny.
You and your Erica... yeah...
only just got married last year?
I bet it hasn't been easy
with your elderly mother-in-law moving in, has it?
And Laurel's quite a piece of work, isn't she?
- How do you know? - Now, I happen to be
very close associates with Rick Bruckner.
Do you know Rick?
Along with a hefty portfolio
of rehabilitation and retirement facilities,
Rick also happens to own
the Golden Glen Assisted Living Home.
I'm sure you've done your research,
and you know it's a very exclusive, very expensive place.
I tell Rick all the time he's running a racket.
He and I used to bet on the horses in Dubai.
Truth be told, I fronted Rick some spending money
after he lost quite a bundle to the Sultan of Sharjah.
But I know for a fact
Rick would happily find a spot for Laurel at Golden Glen
at a much reduced rate if I were to ask on your behalf.
And I can assure you, Laurel will be so comfortable.
Benny. Are you following?
Laurel's moving to Dubai?
Oh, dear.
Hey. Stop. What... What are you doing?
Honestly, friendship has its limits.
Now, give me your records pertaining to Lawrence Nelson,
or I'm gonna blow out your kneecap.
Hey. Come in. Come on in.
Sue's asleep. She's feeling much better.
Uh, PB&J, bananas and mayo, or roast beef? It's halal.
Thank you, Herbie.
Where's the rest of the gang? I made enough for everyone.
Raymond assessed Nelson's financial transactions
and ID'd someone who works for him,
so Malik and Ressler are following up on that lead.
Okay, well, then I guess I'll make this snappy,
if you want to just come over here.
So, I've been eyeballs-deep analyzing the security footage
from outside Lu Fernan's prison cell.
We know that Tuesday night his cell was searched,
because that's protocol, and they found zilch.
And the shooting took place the next morning, correct?
Right. So the question is...
how'd he get the gun if he never left his cell?
- I don't know. - That's the thing.
It's not what you see. It's what you hear.
Sussex records audio on their CCTV cameras,
so I listened to the night leading up to the shooting
over and over.
I isolated and enhanced sound
using a piece of audio software, and listen to this.
What was that?
A power line? A very big fly?
Close. Watch.
A drone.
He's using drones.
Yep. The Postman is using drones.
And no guards saw it?
Based on that audio, the one he's flying
is incredibly quiet, likely custom-made.
Really cool.
But bad. Cool and bad.
I would think that prisons have gotten wise
to this type of smuggling, but a drone like the one he designed,
that quiet, that would be really hard to detect.
And I would bet you a roast-beef sandwich
that if you went to Lu Fernan's prison cell,
you would see that his window's been tampered with.
Steady. Steady.
This is one delivery we cannot afford to drop.
Excellent.
Thanks for coming in to speak with us, Gina.
The four federal agents who showed up on my doorstep
didn't give me the impression I had a choice.
Hmm. So what can you tell me about Lawrence Nelson?
I never met a Lawrence Nelson.
Two days ago, an inmate shot up a prison
with an automatic pistol.
Now, we traced the payment for that pistol
to a bank account belonging to Nelson.
Now, there are multiple payments
directly from his bank account into yours.
Okay.
Hi, Gina.
We actually have Nelson in custody.
She might as well know.
Nelson just told us that you run the operation,
that you communicate with the prisoners
and operate the drones...
and that you call yourself "The Postman."
The who? What are you talking about?
Smuggling contraband.
With drones?
I don't know the first thing about drones.
Look. I wasn't lying to you.
I do business with Larry Nelson, but I've never met him.
Hmm. Clever.
So what kind of business do you do with Nelson?
Look. You're smart enough to know how this goes.
You give us something about Nelson, we do something for you.
Simple as that.
I buy stuff.
He tells me, I buy it.
I was sourcing counterfeit bags when he recruited me.
Hermes. Louis Vuitton.
But for him, the things I sourced
are much more... varied.
Drugs, weapons, high-tech toys.
A beautiful ukulele once.
I never knew what it was all for. I never asked.
I was just a middleman. I'm sure there are others.
So how would you get it to him?
He'd send me contraband requests with drop locations.
Different places every time.
And you never wondered what these items were for?
No.
For what he was paying me, no, I never wondered.
Or cared.
He had so many requests that I started getting
other people in the bag world to help me.
We all agreed that it's way more interesting
to track down a gun than a Chanel quilted mini.
But the items he's been ordering recently? Strange.
Strange in what way?
Like, scientific.
I've been getting chemistry equipment and chemicals.
Things I have to go to labs for.
I can't pronounce half of it.
I can show you, if you want.
Oh, we insist.
Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Warden.
My team is deep into an investigation
of a former inmate of yours.
Right. Lawrence Nelson.
Waiting on getting his case files,
but I wanted to talk to somebody who remembered him.
Couldn't forget that kid if I tried.
Lawrence Nelson was bright, hardworking.
Was transferred here from a pretty tough
high-security prison for good behavior.
That must've helped him in front of the parole board.
Oh, yeah. So did his associate's degree.
He earned it in electrical engineering while he was here.
Why did he choose that field?
He was inspired by his cellmate, a chemist.
Brilliant guy. Still here.
Larry hated this place.
Maintained his innocence throughout,
but he used the time well.
Do you think he was innocent?
It's rare that a man would stick to the same story for 25 years.
If they're guilty, they usually give up the fight.
But it's easier for me to believe that he did it.
Why?
Because either way, he'll never get those 25 years back.
So, you said you found something?
Yes, I was looking over the list you sent over,
the items that Gina Abbott purchased for Larry Nelson?
When I first saw the chemistry equipment,
I assumed it was some sort of drug manufacturing operation.
But then I noticed this.
Rosaries.
Rosaries? As in Catholicism?
Yeah, brought me right back to Father Phillip telling me
I was going straight to hell for not using a hall pass.
That's a heavy load to put on a kid with a small bladder,
especially right before his bar mitzvah.
- Herbie. Focus. - Right, yeah.
The... The reason that the rosaries stood out
is because religious objects aren't banned in prisons.
So why smuggle them in?
Well, as it turns out, these aren't just any rosaries.
They're sourced in the Philippines with beads
made from the seeds of the abrus precatoriusvine.
The rosary pea plant. And that is bad.
So we're worried about peas?
Oh, yeah, big-time.
The dried peas themselves aren't dangerous.
They're used in jewelry all the time.
But one of the most dangerous toxins on the planet
is extracted from them, abrin.
I've never heard of abrin.
You've heard of ricin, though, right?
Sure, an old favorite assassination tool of the KGB.
Well, abrin is 75 times more lethal and way more rare.
There's no antidote.
If you grind up these seeds and process them
with sodium hydroxide and methyl ethyl ketone,
which were both on the Postman's contraband list, you get abrin.
So Nelson's helping a prisoner make a deadly toxin?
Yeah, and judging by the orders,
whoever it is, is making a lot of it.
If it were to get into a food or water supply...
- Or a prison kitchen. - thousands could die.
The orders don't include any destinations.
I didn't see any indication of what prison
the materials were being sent to.
Me neither, but I did notice
that some of the order numbers repeat.
They're not order numbers. They're prisoner numbers.
Prisoner numbers vary state by state, but all are unique.
This one, for example, 8978-0324.
That's a federal prison number.
The last four digits refer to the sentencing court's jurisdiction.
And the number assigned to the rosaries...
He's sending the rosaries to a prisoner
at Pittman Correctional Institute.
That's the prison where the Postman finished his sentence.
And where Cooper is right now.
What's the name of Nelson's former cellmate, the chemist?
You said he was still here.
Eugene Campos. Yes, still here. Why?
Put the prison on lockdown now. We have to talk to him.
He may be in possession of a chemical-warfare agent.
Search his cell.
It's gone, isn't it?
We were wrong. We thought Larry Nelson
was sending materials into the prison
so abrin could be manufactured and used inside.
But he sent the materials in
so he could smuggle the finished toxin out.
Did Nelson's chemist friend indicate where it was going?
I questioned him.
Eugene confirmed that he made abrin
using materials Nelson supplied,
but he refused to say for whom or why.
And we don't have time for him to change his mind.
I took a peek at the evidence from Eugene's cell.
From the residue, it looks like he was grinding the abrin
down into a very fine powder,
which you would really only do if you wanted to aerosolize it.
And with this guy's engineering ability...
He could create a chemical weapon.
Abrin is bad enough when ingested,
but if it's inhaled, that's a whole different story.
It's bleeding from the nose,
fluid in the lungs, respiratory failure, death.
So the only question is, where is it headed?
Maybe he's selling it.
I'll see what Reddington has to offer.
In the meantime, put out an APB for Nelson.
Coordinate with local PD and set up a perimeter.
He's using drones?
Honestly, Harold, the things people think of
and what they do with the things.
Wish drones were the end of it.
Have you heard of anyone in your circles
looking to buy a chemical weapon?
Aerosolized abrin, to be specific.
Abrin?
Oh, my. I knew some Sri Lankan separatists
who dabbled with the stuff years ago.
But, well, they're dead.
Abrin? You're sure he's selling it?
Do you think he would use it for his own means?
You tell me, Harold. You know Mr. Nelson
much better than I do.
You've known this whole time that I served on his jury.
It came to my attention.
You know, serving on Larry Nelson's jury,
that was the first time I ever sent anyone to prison.
It must've been difficult.
It was.
I was never sure we made the right decision,
but I guess I don't have to wonder anymore.
He's unmistakably criminal.
As a man with some criminal experience,
I can assure you that sometimes
forces much greater than ourselves
help to lead us to those waters.
Well, regardless of how he got there,
he's now in possession of a chemical weapon
that could kill hundreds.
I'll keep you updated.
I recognize that it's improbable,
but maybe there's a reason his girlfriend
- would've lied about his confession. - Oh, here we go again.
She was already at the police station
for some other reason when she made the accusation.
And before we send a man to prison,
I think we should know why.
That information was struck from the record by the judge.
- We're not to consider it. - Then what about his alibi?
You reallywant this kid to be innocent.
But guess what. Sometimes people do bad things!
Especially kids from his neck of the woods.
Trust me. I grew up there.
It's not fair to throw this kid's life away
because he reminds you of kids from your high school.
You're putting words in my mouth.
Larry said he was at a family cabin near Tuckahoe State Park.
A neighbor saw him there.
But no one can confirm that he was there at the time of the murder.
And running away to a remote cabin
doesn't really scream "not guilty."
He said he went there to be alone, to think.
So that's why he was there, alone.
Okay. Okay, okay. Why don't we take a breather?
And when we get back, we'll take another vote.
Okay.
Hey. You called?
I've been reading Lawrence Nelson's old case files.
I found a possible location to his whereabouts.
Buried in his past.
It's a long shot, but it's a cabin located
at 1414 Tuckahoe Road.
Alright. Malik and I are on it.
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Clear.
Herbie was right. This guy is quite an engineer.
Hey. Come here. Look at this.
These are schematics for an HVAC system.
He's gonna take out a whole office building.
It says Baltimore, Maryland, but there's no address.
So, which building?
Did you serve?
I did. Navy. Finished my service a little over a year ago.
Ah. I knew it when I spotted you.
I-It's in the shoulders, how we carry ourselves.
I myself had the distinct honor
of pushing paper at Fort Shafter.
No kidding. Oahu?
Yeah, yeah, tough gig.
Now I work over at the Baltimore VA now.
- Now, that is a tough gig. - Yes.
The system leaves a lot to be desired.
Boy, is that an understatement.
Hmm.
Listen, Cooper.
I can tell you want him to be innocent, and I understand.
But we both know that decisions can't be made based on emotion.
I'm just trying to do right by him.
Oh, come on, though.
If he didn't do it with the evidence as is,
he's got to be the unluckiest SOB in Baltimore.
Unlucky isn't a crime.
You want to do right by him. What about her?
- Who? - The victim. Carrie Baker.
If you really don't believe, based on evidence,
that he killed that woman beyond a reasonable doubt,
I respect that.
But we never have enough information in life.
You consider all the facts that you have,
and you make the best choice you can.
That's how you do right by people.
- Hmm. - You want to save him.
You have it in your eyes.
But you can't save Larry Nelson from what he's done.
You can't save him from himself.
You served.
And you know you can't save 'em all.
Please raise your hand if you believe the defendant is guilty.
Hey. Mr. Cooper?
Here are the rest of the files the courthouse sent over.
- They were sitting outside. - Thank you.
Any update on Malik and Ressler?
Uh, they're still at the cabin.
They sent me scans of his schematics.
It appears he's targeting a government building in Baltimore,
but I haven't narrowed it down from there.
- Thanks, Herbie. Stay on it. - Yeah.
What the hell?
Ressler.
I think I know the building that Nelson's targeting.
It's the Attorney General's office in downtown Baltimore.
It's where the state's Attorney General,
Christopher Jay, is based.
You're gonna drive directly to the loading dock
of 200 Saint Peter Place.
Before Christopher Jay was Maryland Attorney General,
he was a city prosecutor who sent
an innocent man away for 25 years.
An innocent man?
You're talking about Nelson? The Postman?
It's too much to get into right now,
but I believe that the star witness in his murder case
all those years ago was compromised
and that Christopher Jay let it happen.
If Nelson knows this, too, then he has a motive
to go after Jay and the people who work for him.
So it's a revenge play.
Confirm that the Baltimore AG's office building
matches Nelson's schematics, and if they do,
call the state police and pray we're not too late.
Seal it up!
You were right.
Larry Nelson is using the chemical weapon himself.
He's going after the Maryland Attorney General,
targeting the HVAC system.
Was the Maryland Attorney General once his prosecutor?
Yes, we've evacuating the building now,
but we still have a madman
moving through the city with a bioweapon.
And we have no idea where he is
or what he'll do if he's cornered.
So you have to figure out how he plans to get the weapon inside.
He can't walk right into the AG's office.
The only people who work on the city's pipes and vents
- are Local 4809. - A union?
Plumbers and Steamfitters Union.
Who knows? Maybe one of them might help a madman for a buck.
I'll give their offices a call.
I can do you one better. I happen to know a few of them,
and they cheat at bowling.
I don't know how they do that, but they do.
Hands up!
On your knees!
Where the hell am I?
You're in federal custody, Mr. Nelson.
I'm Harold Cooper.
You may not remember me, but we've met before.
So, Reddington made a call, huh?
Raymond knows Fred Alonso, boss of Local 4809.
They repair the HVAC systems in the city of Baltimore.
Alonso tipped off Raymond
as to who might be delivering the crate to the building.
Raymond's guys grabbed the vehicle and had it delivered here.
What about the weapon?
It's being disassembled now.
They wouldn't let me watch, but hopefully I can
sneak into evidence before they get rid of the aerosolization tank
'cause, boy, that has got to be
a beautiful piece of engineering.
Well, maybe evidence will let you keep
one of the drones, at least.
Wait. Really?
No.
I'm not signing a confession.
It's not a confession.
It's a 30-year-old transcript of your old girlfriend's
first conversation with the police
on the night of Carrie Baker's murder,
the same conversation that made her the star witness
against you in court.
That transcript should've been given to your counsel.
It wasn't.
She doesn't mention me.
At all.
The BPD was investigating her for drug charges.
The fact that she gave them a story about you
less than 24 hours after the murder
and that the prosecution withheld this information
at trial suggests that she may have testified against you
as part of a quid-pro-quo deal orchestrated by the prosecutor.
Hmm. She was scared to go to prison.
So she sent me instead.
The prosecutor, Christopher Jay, he had political ambitions,
wanted to improve the homicide clearance rate,
so he did what he could.
How are you so familiar with my case?
I was on your jury.
Oh.
So you fell for her story, too.
I voted to convict because the evidence
was overwhelmingly against you.
Unlawfully so, it seems.
I'm sorry.
I remember.
You were so adamant then that you were innocent.
Well, I was telling the truth.
We have to hold you accountable for your new crimes.
Still, I'm gonna do everything I can
to have the original crime expunged from your record.
And I'm going to try to hold Christopher Jay accountable, too.
What difference does it make now?
It makes all the difference.
Hey, congrats on your first case, Herbie.
Thank you. Anyone want to go out, celebrate?
- What were you thinking? - I know a great bar nearby.
I mean, I'm not drinking right now.
I have to stay sharp for a tournament,
but this place has a really good table.
Maybe you guys would be down for a little casual game?
I'm sorry. Are you talking about...
Foosball, yes. Yes, I am.
I'm sorry. I got a phone call I got to deal with.
Thank you so much, but I got, like, laundry to do.
Alright. No. I totally get it.
It's not for everybody. Don't worry about it.
I'll go with you, Herbie.
- What? Really? - Yes. Why not?
I like soccer.
Why not soccer on a table?
Exactly. Yes.
And just like soccer, it is deeply technical
and has a growing fan base in America.
Also, by the way, it dates back to the 1890s.
Hey. I just got your message.
What's, uh... What's going on?
Yeah, yeah, it's... It's... It's been, um...
Not good.
It's okay. It's all part of it.
You know, the thing about, um, being back in the world
is that, um, people are watching you.
You may be doing better,
but everybody's expecting you to mess up, so...
Why not get it over with?
My dealer called.
I blocked his number, but he got a new phone, and, um...
Just hearing his voice, it brought me back.
Figured it was gonna happen anyway, so...
Hmm.
Don, you realize you just destroyed $400?
And I'll do it again the next time you call.
And the time after that.
So stop wasting your money.
Excuse me.
Would you mind clearing these
and getting us another round of coffee?
Thank you.
We're gonna wait here until the meeting tonight, okay?
I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
Whoa!
I didn't know you knew how to video call!
No. My friend Herbie walked me through it.
- Did you open the gift? - What gift?
Well, there should be a delivery man on your porch right now.
Hold on!
Now, I know that a lot of people today are partial
to games with animation,
lights, colors, and sounds.
But this will make you better at all of them.
Madison doesn't stand a chance.
Oh, my gosh!
It's so cute!
Yeah. I thought it was cute.
But, Pinkie... I have no idea how to play.
Well, I'm down a chess partner,
- and I thought I could teach you. - But you'll beat me.
Yes, I'll trounce you.
It'll be very dispiriting, but not for me, of course.
But here's the thing about chess.
You and your opponent have the exact same information.
No one is hiding anything.
Everything is right there on the board and in your head.
I don't know, Agnes.
Even when you think it's all laid out for you,
Pinkie can be very tricky.
You'll not just have to think several steps ahead.
You'll be replaying every move you made
since you began the game.
Playing against him will make you sharper,
and since this is practically math homework,
you can play for a little.
Excellent! Okay. So, let's get you set up.
Now, smoke before fire.
That means the white pieces move before the black.
*CREDITS*