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My name is Alvin Stanton.
I'm the U.S. Attorney for the District of Columbia.
You can spare me the introductions.
I expect this will be a long day and I'm not getting any younger.
You understand why you're here.
To tell you what I know so you can judge
if my truthful testimony merits immunity.
There are allegations that
the FBI allowed Raymond Reddington
to continue to commit crimes
while acting as a criminal informant.
That's a fact.
He has continued to commit crimes, including murder.
And the task force led by Harold Cooper?
- They knew about this? - Yes, and I can prove it.
I gave Agent Gale the bodies.
I can give you locations and dates
that the bodies were collected and buried.
Okay, Ms. Nemec, we'll offer you immunity.
I need a day to get my affairs in order
without a protective detail.
No. It's not a request. It's my offer.
If you think you can prove this case without me,
feel free to pass.
Anyone?
Okay, gotta run. As I said, I'm not getting any younger.
Cooper: You're asking me to protect Kaplan?
Panabaker: From Reddington.
Wouldn't do anyone any good if he got to her.
When you authorized Reddington's immunity deal,
you knew that we would have to let him maintain
his criminal empire.
That's what makes him valuable to us.
You're a big boy, Harold.
You knew we'd support you as long as you
kept the deal hidden.
- You didn't. - My people could go to jail.
Well, you've done good work.
Grand jury hands up an indictment,
I'm sure the judge and jury will agree.
If you're right and we don't go to jail,
does the Bureau take us back?
When it's over, where do we go to get our reputations back?
I wish I knew.
Aram won't testify against us.
They gave him immunity.
But how did they know to do that?
Gale only knew about us, not Aram.
I can't protect you.
It's my job to do that, and I can't do it.
Ressler: We're only here because of Reddington.
Because he shot Kaplan for trying to help you.
And that's indefensible, but he says he wants to protect us,
- and I believe him. - Maybe I didn't make myself clear.
We're going to be arrested.
And there's nothing Reddington can do
to protect us against that.
To be honest, that's what makes me the angriest.
That here we are at the end,
and we still don't know why he walked into your life that day.
Where are you going?
To do something I should've done a long time ago.
Red: Once Kaplan testifies, an indictment is inevitable.
Cooper tried to shut it down.
Harold has to work within the system.
Henry Prescott does not.
Who's Henry Prescott?
A man who knows how to bury problems.
If you find yourself up against impossible odds...
...due to poor judgment,
Henry Prescott's the man you want on speed dial.
He's the courage you never had, cool head in a crisis.
Like you said,
you and your husband fought.
When he left the apartment,
he was drunk and depressed.
You had no idea he was headed for the roof.
The roof?
Finding him is the key to sweeping the grand jury under the rug.
Weren't you squatting in a Congressman's apartment?
The House is back in session.
And those are the charred remains of 16 false identities
that Kate has somehow compromised.
At the moment, my resources are scant,
which is why I need your help in finding Prescott.
Why? How can a fixer for hire derail a grand jury?
Four years ago,
I surrendered to protect you.
From Tom, Berlin,
Cabal.
And now you may go to jail because of me.
It appears Kate may be right after all.
Maybe I am the person you need protection from.
Liz: Prescott... Do you have any leads?
The lead on Prescott, Warren Casualty,
it has no physical address. Only a P.O. Box.
Reddington said it's a front company Prescott uses
to hide his clients and launder his funds.
Well, the address was a bust,
but corporate tax returns tell a different story.
See, in the last three years,
the company's reported $17 million in earnings
from various sources, including...
... Banish Capital,
an investment firm owned by one Jay-Jay Brickman.
The football player?
Reddington, I think we found a way
for you to get to Prescott.
All right, check it out, check it out, check it out.
We're gonna have an aquarium behind the bar.
7,000 gallons or something, just crazy big.
For fish?
Nope, not for fish. For the ladies.
We're gonna have 'em done up like mermaids...
- Red: Mermaids! - ...swimming around.
Really? You're not in Miami anymore.
Now who the hell are you?
Someone who knows better than to mix themes
in an entertainment venue.
Get this chump out of here, man.
- What do you want? - Ooh, that's a long list.
But at the moment, I'll settle for Henry Prescott.
- Doesn't ring a bell. - Well, let me ring it for you.
A few months ago, you were tweaking on
whatever you were tweaking on at that nightclub in Vegas
and inadvertently discharged your handgun
in the general direction of a crowded dance floor,
sending a Belgian tourist to the emergency room.
Henry Prescott is the man who made that all go away.
Let go of my friend, please.
Now if I knew the man you were talking about,
and I'm not saying I do,
I'd only call him if I had a problem.
Like... a real problem.
Yes. Yes.
Aah!
There. There's a problem.
Your drug dealer's bleeding out on the floor in your VIP room
of your new nightclub.
With the morals clause in your new contract,
you won't collect a penny.
Henry Prescott.
Call him.
A moment.
Wow.
This is pretty Jurassic.
I was told it was still here.
Guess it should be here then. Just go on right over there.
Knock yourself out.
Look, I did the best I could.
I don't know how long he's gonna last.
I hear, like, these little gurgling noises
- when he breathes. - You did fine, JayJay.
I'm gonna transport your associate
to a private clinic.
But first, you need to tell me what happened here.
I happened.
- Who's this? - I don't even know.
He came here looking for you.
Next thing I know, he's shooting up the place.
You confirmed you were my client to a stranger?
The man has a gun in his hand. Hell, yeah, I confirmed.
My apologies for the forced introduction, Mr. Prescott,
but I require some information.
On November 19, 2015,
your services were engaged
to pick up a package in Dupont Circle.
I need you to tell me the exact disposition of that package.
I don't need to tell you anything.
Ah, come now.
If you don't give me the information I've requested,
it'll all be over.
What are you gonna do? Shoot me?
I don't have to.
To be effective, people like you must operate from the shadows.
Anonymity and discretion are your stock and trade.
And I'm about to make you famous.
Once you, Jay-Jay, and gunshot wound here
make the headlines tomorrow,
your phone will never ring again.
Or you can tell me what I need to know.
Where's the package?
This is a mistake.
Hey, you'll be fine.
All you have to do is answer their questions.
If you don't, you'll be held in contempt.
You'll go to prison.
Agent Mojtabai.
You're up.
Uh, I do.
Drucker: Sir, please state your name and occupation
for the grand jury.
Um, Aram Mojtabai,
and I am an FBI agent.
You're an agent with a task force
created to work with a criminal informant
named Raymond Reddington?
Yeah...
I'm not really supposed to talk about my work, so...
We've heard testimony that your task force
has allowed Reddington to commit violent crimes
and done nothing to stop it.
Stop Mr. Reddington?
Well, if you knew him, you'd know that's...
that's basically impossible.
I see. So you knew he was continuing to commit crimes
while serving as your informant.
- You just weren't able... - I-I didn't say that. No, no...
- to control him. - That's not accurate,
- what you're saying. - Newton Phillips. Alistair Pitt.
Milos Pavel Kinsky, AKA Berlin.
Diane Fowler.
These are all people Reddington murdered
while working with you, correct?
Agent Mojtabai, the grand jury has subpoenaed your testimony.
You have immunity.
Nothing you say can incriminate you,
so you can be compelled to answer!
Okay, you know what? Fine.
I'm proud of the work we do with Mr. Reddington.
Yeah, I'm proud of it. You heard me.
Yes, his world is absolutely terrifying,
- Okay, we're done here. - but it exists.
- Agent Mojtabai, you are excused. - And the only reason we know that
- is because Reddington is the one who helps - Agent Gale, please hold
- Agent Mojtabai in contempt, - us take down the very worst people in it!
- while I secure a warrant for his arrest. - You don't... Okay.
Get up! Okay, okay, fine. Do you know how we have to do that?
We have to make choices.
Write that down. You wanna put us on trial? Give us a trial.
Let us have a chance to present a defense.
We'll see what happens then.
I-I told you this was a mistake.
- That Prescott? - Yes.
He has something I think you'll find of particular interest.
Mr. Prescott, my associate, Frank Sturgeon.
I'll need him to confirm the findings.
It's organized by date.
Ressler: What is this place?
Red: A depository of sorts.
Prescott's insurance policies.
We're looking for 11-19-15.
You'll want these.
And here we are.
These have particular interest to me?
I'm certain of it.
Ready?
Dive in.
Mother of God.
Congratulations, Donald.
Your hunt for Reven Wright is over.
Please tell me you're here to get him out.
I can't do that. No one can.
He will remain here until he agrees to cooperate,
which he will never do.
- Oh, come on. There gotta be something - You're a smart girl, Janet.
You saw an opportunity and you took it.
Could we please just focus on Aram?
I am doing that. That's why I'm here.
- To tell him the truth about you. - About me?
What did you get for giving him up?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I got a warrant for your car's navigation system
to see where you've been.
And guess what? You've been here at the courthouse,
on the same day as the grand jury was in session.
I was subpoenaed to testify.
I didn't tell Aram because I wasn't allowed to.
Aram wasn't allowed to either, and yet he told us.
They told me if I cooperated,
they would expunge my criminal record.
The second chance I couldn't pass up.
Can you honestly tell me you would've done differently?
Yes. I can.
Hey.
You did the right thing.
I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but you did.
I'm totally freaking out in here.
And I'm half-Muslim,
which is definitely... not a big plus.
I'm sorry. What can I do?
Uh, nothing. It's, uh...
Thank you, it's fine.
What is it?
Look, Janet's been amazing.
I know you hate her, which is why I didn't wanna say anything,
but the fact is, is I'm barely hanging on in here,
and if it wasn't for her...
Not that it even matters, because Mr.Kaplan is gonna
testify tomorrow afternoon, and when she does,
there's, um...
...there's nothing I can do to protect you.
Reddington has a lead,
an angle he thinks might get you out of here.
Is that what you came to tell me?
Yeah, that was it, what Reddington's doing.
And I fed your turtle.
Really?
That's...
That's incredibly thoughtful.
Hang in there. Okay?
I'm sorry, Katarina.
Liz: You wanted to see me?
I know it's hard to believe, but I was a golden boy once.
Fresh out of the Navy.
Youngest agent ever appointed to the Pentagon's
combined investigation and intelligence task force.
At the time, Reddington was stationed overseas
working counterintelligence.
You worked together.
He was shadowing a Russian operative code-named Seaduke.
So that's why he surrendered to you.
Seaduke made Reddington
and dispatched a team of Spetsnaz to abduct him.
For 10 days, they tortured him,
until he was rescued by an FBI-SEAL Joint Task Force.
I was working lead on the agency side.
My job was to secure the physical evidence
in the event that Seaduke was captured and prosecuted.
I'm sorry, um...
why are you telling me this?
Because I meant what I said.
I'm angry that you still don't know why Reddington
walked into your life.
The blood on this shirt from Raymond Reddington
has been sealed in an evidence locker
for over three decades.
I procured a sample and submitted it for a DNA profile.
Yours was already on file.
Procured a sample of Reddington's blood?
From evidence?
That's tampering.
Yes. And I should've done it the day he surrendered.
I submitted the sample and your profile
to a private lab.
They'll have the results within 24 hours,
so you'll finally know whether or not
Raymond Reddington is your father.
Female victim, apparent cause of death...
mid-range gunshot wound.
No stippling present.
The body appears to have been preserved
through full immersion in a formaldehyde-phenol bath.
Ah, the straw in the wind.
Ballistics will match this to a weapon of Hitchin's.
Yes, proving her guilt.
You get Prescott, he gets us Reven Wright,
her body gives us that bullet, that bullet gets us Hitchin,
who has the power to derail a grand jury.
If we provide her with the proper motivation.
I'm sorry, Donald, I know you've been longing
to prove Hitchin's guilt.
But the only way to survive now that you finally
have that proof is to trade it away.
You know how I know Hitchin was the killer?
Tommy Markin.
He was the man who killed my father and got away with it.
I told Reven that story,
told her that's the reason why I became a cop,
to prevent other Tommy Markins from getting away with murder.
She was the only one I told, and then she's killed,
and Hitchin asks me to look into a suspect.
Tommy Markin, the man who got away.
It was like Reven was sending me a message
through her killer, begging me to solve this case.
Cooper: And we have. But Reddington's right.
We either all go free or we all go to jail.
Woman over P.A.: Bus number 348 from Pittsburgh
now arriving door number 2.
Elizabeth.
Mr. Kaplan.
Please don't do this.
Raymond has left me no choice.
Let's meet. Just you and me.
I can no longer trust you.
Yeah.
But I have every reason to trust you.
Well, if it isn't America's Most Wanted
and Deputy Dawg.
I thought you were on administrative leave,
not cavorting with criminals.
Donald doesn't cavort.
In fact, I think you'll find our little meeting today
rather serious in tone.
Is that right?
Say something, Agent Ressler. You don't look well.
There's a federal grand jury investigating whether Donald
and his task force have been enabling me
to continue to commit crimes.
My, sounds like a problem.
It seems inevitable that my immunity agreement
will be revoked and the members of the task force
will be indicted forthwith.
Well, jeez, fellas, I'm so sorry to hear that.
Fortunately, for us, our problem is your problem.
Yeah? And why is that?
- I can't do this. I... - Unh-unh-unh-unh.
As you can see, Laurel, Donald's upset.
And what has him wound tighter than a $2 watch?
His impending indictment? No.
It's this.
A slug the medical examiner just pulled
out of Reven Wright's body.
You and I both know ballistics will match it to the Glock 19
in your nightstand, and as I understand it,
Agent Ressler has a team standing by as we speak
ready to enter your home and seize the firearm.
You're bluffing.
Tragically, Reven Wright's body was never found.
Until today.
Until Henry Prescott, the cleaner that you hired
to dispose of Reven's body like a piece of garbage,
took us right to her.
Red: Let's give Prescott a call so you can hear for yourself.
With that bullet, Donald finally has what he's been looking for
since the day you killed Reven...
irrefutable proof.
I'm listening.
We hand over the slug, and you make that grand jury go away.
Ha ha. It's not easy.
I see.
Then we've wasted your time and ours.
I do wonder what else Donald's men
will find in your nightstand.
Are you a vibrator kind of gal, Laurel? We'll see.
If I do this,
you don't mention me and Reven Wright
in the same sentence again.
- Say it. - Deal.
Not you. Him.
Boy Scouts don't give up their merit badges easily.
How do I know you're gonna hold up your end?
I give you my word.
Mr. Kaplan would like to see you.
Ms. Hitchin, what are you doing here?
The question, Lindsay, is what the hell are you doing here?
Conducting a grand jury investigation.
You're investigating the FBI's relationship
to Raymond Reddington here?
What the hell are you thinking? Do you have...
- Who's this? - I'm Special Agent Julian Gale.
Are you? Well, you may not be for long, Agent Gale.
Reddington's supposed deal with the FBI
is a matter of national security.
The testimony you're taking
touches on highly sensitive matters that go way beyond
what anyone in this room should be hearing,
- including the two of you. - Is that so? Because I...
This investigation is over by executive authority. Sorry.
I want this case closed and all the records expunged.
Make sure you get the court reporter's transcription
and any exhibits.
What's he got on you? Must be good.
- Excuse me? - So it's true.
Reddington can corrupt just about anybody, huh?
Keep talking, Agent Gale. Please.
Your entire career's not over just yet.
Make sure you destroy what little you have left.
Kaplan.
The grand jury investigation was just closed.
- The whole damn case, it was withdrawn. - Withdrawn?
Yes, withdrawn by
National Security Advisor Laurel Hitchin.
It's a cover-up.
What about my immunity agreement?
It's gone.
The deal was you testify, then you get immunity.
Now that that's off the table, you
Yes, ma'am.
Hands on the wheel.
Ah.
Julian.
It's been a long time. You look fit.
Jumping jacks?
Hitchin. You got to her.
When was the last time you and I saw each other?
London?
No. Cape Town?
No, that's not right.
Don't tell me. It'll come.
- Uh... - How?
Did you bribe her?
As a matter of fact, I did.
Ah, anywho, Mr. Kaplan...
I need to know how to reach her.
Yeah. Good luck with that.
She uses burner phones.
You must have her latest number.
So what are you gonna do?
Kill me?
No, I'm gonna take your phone.
Ho Chi Minh City! That's it.
I got away from you aboard that catfish trawler
on the Saigon River.
My God, the humidity.
But fun times indeed.
More to come, Agent Gale.
More to come.
Hitchin did it. We're in the clear.
- Which means so is she. - And Aram?
He was found in contempt of a grand jury
that no longer exists.
Where's Keen? She needs to hear this.
Your plan worked.
I'm gonna give you a cellphone number
I need you to trace.
Did you hear me? We're in the clear.
I haven't been able to reach Elizabeth.
- Is she there? - No.
- Who's the number for? - Kaplan's burner.
If we find it, we find her, and I think Agent Keen.
She doubted my plan, Harold.
I believe she had another one in mind.
A direct appeal to Kaplan.
Red: Who was relying on the grand jury to separate us.
I fear Kaplan's backup plan will be more extreme.
Cooper: The number. Give it to me.
Mr. Kaplan?
Hello?
Are you okay?
I swore an oath to your mother
I would protect you with my life.
I fear I've failed you.
What are you talking about?
We're at the end now, and I'm...
lost.
Tired.
I don't know how to keep you safe.
You don't have to keep me safe.
This could be over.
It could stop.
Masha, I can show you the truth.
What truth?
If you want to know why he came into your life...
You're scaring me.
I can take you. We can go together.
But it has to be your choice.
We have a location.
Virginia State Highway 501, just south of Brookneal.
- We're rolling out. - We need to take 501 North.
We're closer. Keep us updated.
Kate, where are we going?
I loved Raymond.
And your mother.
I loved her, too.
This secret...
what Reddington's hiding from me...
I think I know...
Elizabeth, if you get out of the car, you choose Raymond.
If you stay, you choose the truth.
Kate, get out of the car.
Turn the engine off, Kate.
Baz.
Please, Kate, turn it off. Get out of the car.
Baz? My God.
I need an ambulance!
Highway 501!
Hello, Kate.
Raymond.
Clever use of Laurel Hitchin to commandeer the grand jury.
Critical oversight on my part.
You're so focused on destroying me,
you're willing to hurt one of the few people
you've ever loved.
You're right.
I was so focused on you, I didn't see
that getting you away from her is unnecessary.
All I have to do is give her the truth.
I don't know what that means.
Our secret. At Tansi Farms.
What have you done?
I have it, Raymond.
I went there and I dug it up, and I'm gonna give it to her.
I need a perimeter at the 1-mile mark
and patrol boats on the water.
All communications go through
the Bureau command which we're establishing
on the east end of the bridge.
Red: Look around you, Kate. It's over.
You honestly believe I didn't consider this moment...
anticipate the possibility of prison?
I don't see what choice you have.
I made a promise to Elizabeth's mother
to protect her girl at all costs.
And I can't do that from a cell...
which is why I have a contingency plan.
Isn't that what you taught me, Raymond?
Always make contingencies.
Are you okay? You're not hurt?
Yeah, I'm fine. We gotta get out there.
- Absolutely not. - No, we can't wait. We gotta help her.
Reddington's gonna kill her.
We both know why you're here...
to finish what you couldn't months ago,
to put a bullet in my head.
That's the moment I've anticipated.
Shoot me dead, and when you do, my confidante will be alerted,
and Elizabeth will be given our secret from Tansi Farms.
There's one flaw in your plan, Kate.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I never should've pulled that trigger in the first place.
I certainly won't now. Not again.
I'm not going to prison, Raymond.
Pull the trigger. Release the truth.
I won't.
Then I will.
I loved you, Raymond.
- Kate! - Kevin Morby:
No!
Thank you.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't think I had a choice.
When they said they were gonna revoke my immunity agreement
if I didn't cooperate, they threatened me,
so I gave you up.
I'm sorry, you what?
When I testified for the grand jur...
Hang on. Didn't...
Didn't Samar tell you?
Hitchin: I asked Harold if he would mind
if I delivered this to you personally.
I wanted you to know how much I respect your dedication.
I also want to make sure you understand your place
in this marriage.
You do what I want, when I want it.
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
That's exactly what's gonna happen.
Hey, you don't pee standing up in my house, Donald.
Stop it!
Drowning ♪
- Have a moment? - Yeah.
I'll give you some privacy.
I ran his DNA two weeks after we met.
We were undercover in Montreal having dinner,
and he said that everything
I thought I knew about myself was a lie.
It was intimate and weird.
And when we thought we were made,
he snuck out the back and I palmed his scotch glass.
But when the envelope came back,
I was scared it would confirm the devil was my father.
I didn't look at it.
Threw it away.
Elizabeth, I'm sorry. If you don't want to know...
Mr. Kaplan was my nanny.
Somehow I'm not surprised. She loved you so much.
And now she's gone.
Just like Sam.
And my mom.
Everyone who knew me best,
knew the answers about who I was,
where I came from...
I hope you get the answer you're looking for.
Agent Mojtabai.
Good to have you back. Well done.
Thank you, sir, that... means a lot.
You got out.
When you came to see me in jail...
...why didn't you tell me Janet was the reason I was in there?
Because I saw that she was making you happy.
You seemed...
You should be going, Mr. Sturgeon.
And holds you ♪
You... lied to me.
The day we met, you asked how I got my scar.
And I told you my father gave it to me.
But you knew that already, didn't you?
What was it you said?
A father who's a career criminal...
and a mother who died of weakness and shame.
Why didn't you just tell me who you were?
Why keep it a secret?
Come into my life, give up everything,
go broke trying to protect me,
and not...
tell me you're my father?
Broke is such a harsh word. I prefer illiquid.
What was so awful
that you withheld the answer to a question
I've been wondering my entire life?
Were you afraid I'd turn out like you?
'Cause guess what?
I am like you.
All those times you asked me to think like a criminal,
was it a test to see how naturally it came to me?
Because it did...
come naturally.
And that terrifies me.
Elizabeth, if you need to walk away...
Walk away?
Are you serious?
How can you be so smart and so clueless?
Yes, I'm terrified. I'm angry.
I'm angry at you, at who I am,
at the fact that I want to help you despite
everything you've done to me and to yourself.
But anger and fear and...
a certain amount of hatred...
are all normal in a family.
And that's what we are.
And I'm not gonna walk away from that.
Dembe: You didn't deny it?
Red: I didn't.
Dembe: And she thinks that's Kate secret?
Yes.
So she doesn't know about the suitcase?
Not yet.
It is gone.
Raymond...
I'm not sure Elizabeth will ever be ready
to learn about what you did to Katarina.
We got to find that goddamn suitcase.
Hey. I got it.
Mr. Kaplan's instructions were very specific.
I'm on my way.
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