09x15 - Andrew Kennison (No. 185)

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You sure this is his place?

According to his student record,
this is it.

Then who is that?

I'm guessing his roommate.

I'll go say hello.
You check the bedrooms.

♪ It's all on me here,
ya money no good ♪

♪ Everything flawless, doin' so good ♪

♪ Chillin' in the penthouse ♪

Whoa! What the...

(CHUCKLING) I'm sorry to startle.

We're looking for Andrew Kennison.

Who the hell are you?
How did you get in here?

I should clarify.

I'm not taking questions.

That's unfortunate.

- What's your name?
- Marcus.

Marcus. Relax.

Our business is with Andrew.
Andrew's not here.

You're his roommate?

Yes. We're in the same graduate program.

Ah. Then you must be a
smart young fellow, Marcus.

Smart enough to tell us
where Andrew is now.

But I don't know.

When do you expect him back?

I don't know that either.
Andrew's missing.

Missing?

It's been a few weeks.

He left to go to the library
at : p.m. to study.

We had a Phys-Chem final the next day.

He never came home.
Nobody knows where he is.

Andrew, please try to understand.

How can I understand when you
haven't given me any information?

- I've told you what I can.
- You've told me nothing.

That my life is in danger?
What does that even mean?

I mean, if someone's threatening me,

I-I deserve to know...

And I've tried to explain.
I can't tell you more

without compromising
a federal investigation.

Mr. Kennison, I came when the Marshals
called because I know you're upset.

I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone.

My wife suffers from mental illness.

She's in a facility in Bethesda.

I'm finishing my graduate degree.

I'm missing classes and exams.

I'm aware, and I'm sorry,

but keeping you safe is the
Bureau's primary concern.

How long? How long do
I have to stay here?

I don't know. We're still investigating.

My hope is that we can have
a quick breakthrough,

get you home very soon.

It's not good enough.

I'm not under arrest.

What if I want a lawyer?

What if I just leave?

We won't stop you.

But then again,
we won't be able to protect you.

I'm asking you for more time.

Believe me, I don't want you
to be here for one second longer

than is absolutely necessary.

How'd it go with Kennison?

Not well.

He's threatening to leave
protective custody.

And you think he'll do it?

He's understandably upset.

I bought us some time,
but if I don't tell him

something soon, he's gonna walk.

Our conversation was consumed

by confusion, anger, fear.

His or yours?

Both.

This whole thing makes me
sick to my stomach.

So, please tell me you found something.

You tell me.

Our working theory is that

whoever is blackmailing you

is a New York City detective,

but that's about
, suspects to start with.

But of those, about ,
are white males,

which is how
the bartender described him.

How many were working the
night Doug Koster was k*lled?

, , which leaves about
, names on that list.

Now, it's a lot, but odds are,

one of the names on that list
is behind this.

I'll take a look.
Maybe I'll recognize one.

But if there's an NYPD detective

willing to frame me for m*rder,

I have no idea why.

(GRUNTS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

I got Weecha's text.
She said you have a case.

- I do.
- Fine.

Tell me where and I'll come meet you.

Not this time, Harold.

Assemble the troops. I'll come to you.

Does that mean you found something?

(CLICK, DIAL TONE)

REDDINGTON: You all know
we've been tracing the origins

of this device
we recovered from Elizabeth.

Have you figured out
who made the tracking device?

I have. But it's not just
a tracking device.

That's one of its features,

but it was designed to help people,

not to stalk them.

Who exactly was that thing
supposed to help?

Patients. In this particular case,

those with certain severe
psychiatric disorders.

It's both a delivery
and monitoring system.

Its capsule is loaded with medication,

and as Aram previously discussed,

when it makes contact with
the patient's stomach acid,

it sends a wireless signal
confirming compliance

and the location of the patient.

To whom?

Doctors. Loved ones.

Some patients have trouble remembering

if they've taken their medication,

or even where they are

or where they might be going.

If we're talking about
the most severe disorders,

skipping meds
can cause serious problems.

It can.

And in this case, it did.

Aram, Weecha sent you a profile.

Oh. Sent me an e-mail.

(KEYBOARD CLACKS)

REDDINGTON: The designer's
name is Andrew Kennison.

Several years ago, his young wife,

over the course of multiple days,

failed to take doses of the powerful

anti-psychotic medications

that her doctors had prescribed.

The result was horrific and tragic.

She took the lives
of her sister and her mother

when they came to stay
for a holiday visit.

Oh, my God.

Afterward, Andrew Kennison
went back to school,

a graduate program at MIT.

He designed this,
hoping that it might prevent

what happened to his wife and family

from ever happening again.

So, it wasn't him?

I mean, he designed the device,

but it sounds like
he has no connection to Liz.

I don't know, Donald,
because I can't ask him.

Why not? We can just go get him.
You said he's at MIT.

- He's missing.
- RESSLER: Since when?

A few weeks.

He left the school library
and hasn't been seen since.

That's probably not a coincidence.

I agree. Which is why Andrew Kennison

is the next name on the Blacklist.

- RESSLER: There's a chance he's dead.
- REDDINGTON: A good one, even.

At this point, all we know
is that someone took him,

someone who didn't want him found,
and we need to know why.

So, where do we start?

His roommate reported him
missing to the Campus Police.

They've been investigating
ever since. I'd start there.

Harold?

- What?
- You okay with that?

Yeah. I mean, yes, of course.

Agent Ressler, Agent Zuma,

head on up to Boston right away.

Harold.

I want you to know, I realize

how difficult all this must be for you.

- You do?
- Of course.

I know how much you loved Elizabeth,

how hard it's been to move forward.

When I came back, I knew what
it meant to go down this road.

I knew what searching for
the truth might do to me.

But I was so focused on my own need,

I didn't think enough about
what it might do to you.

You're apologizing? To me?

Commiserating, really.

We all want the same thing.

Closure. Accountability.

And I'm confident

that we will find whoever did this,

and when we do,
they will be the one who is sorry.

♪

Agents Ressler and Zuma?

Ted Morrison. I'm the officer
assigned to the Kennison case.

Thank you for meeting with us.

Are you kidding? I've been trying to

get ahold of someone
at the Bureau for a while.

Thank you for sharing information.

RESSLER: I'm not sure we follow.

We're not here to, uh,
share information with you.

We were hoping you could
update us on your investigation.

Update you? Okay.

W-What's going on?
Is this some kind of joke?

Hey, man, nobody's joking.
We're here to help.

Okay. Well, these are
surveillance images

from outside the campus library.

Andrew Kennison finished
studying at : p.m.

When he exited the building,

he was confronted by an unknown man.

They spoke for a few minutes,

and then they both got
into that sedan and left.

You run the plates on the sedan?

The first day. And guess what?

It's a federal vehicle.

Registered to the U.S. Marshals Service.

I've been calling them
and the FBI for weeks

to ask what I'm dealing with.

No one's gotten back to you.
Bureaucracy at its finest.

Yeah, well, now that you're here,

I'm thinking the right hand doesn't
know what the left hand is doing.

Who the hell is that?

You're not hearing me.
I'm saying it's connected.

- It's all connected.
- LEW: I hear you.

I'm just trying to understand.

Whoever k*lled Doug Koster,
whoever's blackmailing me,

also wanted Andrew Kennison
to disappear. Why?

Because Kennison created the device

that we found in Elizabeth Keen.

He must have information

on who's responsible for her death,

details the k*ller
didn't want us to learn.

Slow down.

I didn't see it.

Whoever targeted me
also targeted Elizabeth Keen.

And I helped him.

I disappeared the witness
who could help us

find the person or people
who orchestrated her death.

Harold, take a breath.

Listen to me. If you tell the truth now,

there is a good chance

that both of us are going to prison.

Harold?

Harold.

Harold!

MARSHAL GWYNN: I'm sorry.
What exactly is the question?

DEMBE: The vehicle.

It's registered to the Marshals Service.

Yeah, it's one of ours.
Is there a problem?

The problem is, we're with a
specialized Bureau Task Force

and we're looking for a man by
the name of Andrew Kennison,

and according to these photos,

he was last seen getting into

a Marshals Service vehicle
on the night he disappeared.

Yeah, of course.

Of course?

Does that mean he's in custody?

Because we checked. He has no
criminal record. He's not a fugitive.

Fellas, I'm not sure what's happening.

Andrew Kennison is in our custody

because the Bureau requested it.

He's not a suspect,
he's a potential victim.

Are you saying

that he's in the
Witness Protection Program?

Yeah, because his life is in danger.

What makes you think that?

Well, we didn't make the assessment.
The Bureau did.

And we're not in the business of

second-guessing an
Assistant Director of the FBI.

You're gonna have to repeat that.

You should talk to Harold Cooper.

He arranged for WITSEC protection.

That's not possible.

That's a fact.

He supervised the transport.

Hell, he met with Kennison yesterday

in one of our safe houses.

ARAM: You're saying...

Wait. What exactly are you saying?

Kennison's in Witness Protection

because Cooper ordered it.
That's him in the photo.

I don't understand.
Why would he do that?

DEMBE: For the same reason
you put anyone in the program,

you don't want them to be found.

- Found by us?
- Yes.

And Raymond.

You can't be serious.

This isn't happening.

It's hard to believe, but I don't
see any way around the facts.

RESSLER: Look,
let's just go back to the beginning.

What do we know?

One, we think that someone
orchestrated Keen's death,

someone who knew
that Vandyke would k*ll her

and used him as a way to get the
job done without exposing himself.

Or herself.

Two, we think that Kennison
may have information

that could lead us to the real k*ller,

and now we've learned that

Cooper made sure
that Kennison disappeared.

Because he didn't want us
to find out who k*lled Liz?

Aram, hey, we need to take
emotion out of the equation.

- I cannot do this.
- PARK: We can't ignore the truth.

Cooper knew where Kennison was,

and yet he stood there and said nothing

while Reddington put
his name on the Blacklist.

He sent us to Boston to investigate.

I mean, he intentionally
hid the truth from us.

But there has to be an explanation.

I mean, look at the timing.

He put Kennison in the program

long before Mr. Reddington
knew who to look for.

He did it after we found the device,

because he knew once we did,
we'd go looking.

So, what?
What, Mr. Cooper wanted Liz dead?

Say it.

Be clear about what you are suggesting.

Mr. Cooper was working
with whoever k*lled Liz,

and now he is protecting whoever did it

by lying to our faces?

Aram, we're just looking
at the facts here.

PARK: My question is, what do we do?

Go to Reddington?

I mean, if Cooper really is involved,

who do we tell? Panabaker?

DEMBE: We could work the case ourselves,

try to confirm if it's true.

ARAM: You mean set a trap.
For Mr. Cooper.

No. I am not doing it.
We are not doing it.

There has to be an explanation,

and I am going to go up there
and ask him what it is.

PARK: If he knows we're onto him,

it's gonna be a lot harder
to find the truth.

ARAM: I don't care.

I am not targeting Mr. Cooper

behind his back.

You know what? Aram is right.

We all love the guy,

and God knows he deserves
every benefit of the doubt.

♪

I should have told you.

I'm not entirely sure why I didn't.

I've obstructed justice,

tampered with physical evidence,
lied to the police...

Those may be the least
of your concerns, Harold.

It's no defense, but I want you to know,

when I decided to put Kennison
into Witness Protection,

I had no idea he had any
connection to Elizabeth's death.

You run the Reddington Task Force,

and it never occurred to you

that perhaps you were being targeted

because of your connection to me?

Not at first.

In the beginning, I didn't
know I was being targeted at all.

Doug Koster,
my wife's ex-lover, was dead.

I had no memory of
what happened that night.

For a time, I honestly believed

it was possible that I'd k*lled him.

And you didn't think
I could help with that?

I was frozen.

I could barely admit
the truth to myself.

But it wasn't the truth, Harold.

The minute you realized
you were being blackmailed,

I should've been your first call.

It wasn't that simple.

By then, I'd gotten Charlene involved.

She lied to the assigned detective,

and my good friend, Lew Sloan,

had risked everything
by altering my service w*apon.

We're done here.

I told you

the day I agreed to come back

that whoever k*lled Elizabeth
would be held accountable.

And I want that, too.

Then tell me where Kennison is.

Where can I find him?

He's at a safe house being
guarded by federal Marshals.

Where?

I won't tell you that.

I'll have the Marshals bring him in.

We'll question him here.

My sources run deep, Harold.

With or without you,

I'll have his location
by the end of the day.

I won't help you hurt him.

(CHUCKLES) Whether I hurt him or not

has nothing to do with your help.

And I'm sorry to say, Harold,

you're the one who needs help right now.

♪

It was you.

♪

I understand.

There's no defense.

I should have trusted you all,
told you everything the day

I woke up in my car and
realized Doug Koster was dead.

So, this whole time,
you've been investigating

who k*lled him on your own?

Not just Doug Koster,

but the bartender who spiked
my drink that night.

I wasn't entirely alone.

Lew Sloan's been with me.

I'm still trying to understand.

Someone framed you
for Doug Koster's m*rder?

Yes. And it could have worked.

I woke up in my car
with no alibi for that night.

And your g*n was a match
for the b*llet that k*lled him.

So, whoever had you drugged
must have used it

to k*ll Koster while you were out.

Knowing the police would find it,
and they would have,

if Lew Sloan hadn't altered the barrel.

Why would somebody do this?

At first,
I thought it was just to get me,

but now we know it was more.

Whoever's blackmailing me is
also connected to Elizabeth's m*rder.

I think the original plan
was to frame me

as a way to hurt Reddington

by damaging one of
his most powerful weapons,

this task force.

So, whoever's behind this,
they know we exist.

And when framing me didn't work,

the plan changed to blackmail.

To leverage me as a way to stay
one step ahead of Reddington.

By using you to do things
like hide Andrew Kennison.

ARAM: So Mr. Reddington's right.

Vandyke pulled the trigger
that k*lled Liz,

but someone else was behind it.

So, what now?

I face the consequences of my actions.

I've called Panabaker. She's on her way.

I've had some low moments
these last few months.

Maybe the worst was
asking Charlene to lie.

The idea that I've involved her in this

is almost more than I can bear.

But lying to you all...

Whatever happens to me now,
I deserve it.

♪

How do you feel?

How do I feel?

I feel a sense of inevitability.

That it doesn't matter
what I want or do.

The world is what it is.

(g*n COCKS)

The loss is permanent.

Elizabeth will always be dead.

What do I feel?

I'm concerned that I won't
be able to contain myself,

that I still haven't seen
the worst of who I am.

No, I don't think you have.

♪

(DOOR OPENS)

♪

I'm just saying,
when do I get to choose?

- Never.
- Never?

You guys are guarding me.
How is that fair?

Government's paying,
so we choose the restaurant.

♪

(CLINKING)

(MARSHALS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

♪

(g*n COCKS)

♪

Let go of me! What are you...

(GRUNTING) What is happening?

♪

Who are you? What the...

(g*n COCKS)

Remember why we are here.

♪

I think that's just about
everything, Cynthia.

You think?

You knew your w*apon had been fired,

and because you ran your own
ballistics test, thanks to your buddy,

you knew it was a match
for the Koster m*rder?

- Yes.
- You lied to the assigned detective.

You actively concealed the
match by altering the g*n.

No. No, it was my friend who did that.

Uh-huh. Did you turn him in?

No, but he's aware that you and
I are talking, and so is Charlene.

I convinced her to
provide me with an alibi.

Asking her to lie for me
is my greatest regret.

What about the bartender?

You went to his home,
you found him m*rder*d,

but you never called the police

or told them what you knew?

That's correct. And Kennison?
Where's he now?

The Marshals have him.

You should know
Reddington's looking for him.

I assume that whoever is blackmailing me

was also behind Agent Keen's death.

They must want Kennison gone
because he knows something.

We should bring him in, question him...

We won't be doing
anything of the sort, Harold.

You went too far.

I can sell looking the other way

when Reddington crosses the line.

Hell, we let Dembe Zuma join the Bureau.

There is a lot of stretch

where this Task Force
is concerned, but you?

Obstruction, tampering,
corruption, kidnapping,

or at the very least
unlawful imprisonment.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Excuse me, Cynthia.

This is Cooper.

When?

I told you there was a credible thr*at.

Were any of the Marshals hurt?

I see. Thanks for letting me know.

My people will get right on it.

That was the Marshals Service.

Andrew Kennison was taken
from the safe house.

By Reddington?

Who else?

Geez Louise.

So much for Witness Protection.

♪

Do you know who I am?

No, I don't.

My name is Raymond Reddington.

I'm a criminal and a fugitive.

I'm wanted in every country on Earth

and at the top of
the FBI's Most Wanted List.

I'm armed, and I'm dangerous,

and the most important
person in the world to me

is dead because of you.

Because of your little device.

Do you recognize it?

Mm.

It was recovered from a former
FBI agent named Elizabeth Keen.

I don't know who that is.

Perhaps not, but you do know something.

Someone wanted you hidden

so that I wouldn't
discover what that is.

You designed this?

Yes. I-It's a medication
monitor and tracking...

I'm past what it is and what it does.

It clearly wasn't made
in a manufacturing plant.

No, it's a prototype.

My wife suffers from mental illness.

I designed it for people like her.

You gave it to someone.

Someone who used it to track
and m*rder Elizabeth Keen.

- m*rder? (STAMMERS)
- Tell me who.

You... You've got it wrong.
I gave that to a cop.

A police officer?

Yeah. I met him at a business forum.

You know, where people who
are trying to start companies

set up booths to discuss their concepts.

I was trying to find investors.

You were supposed to run
a trial in a psychiatric clinic.

It got canceled.
And I was getting desperate.

And then this guy shows up,

introduces himself as a
detective from New York City.

He says that he thinks
that my idea has potential,

but not for medical reasons...

As a tracking device.

He says the NYPD might be interested

in trying it out
for a few investigations.

Did he show you identification?

Yeah. He had a badge and everything.

Reggie Cole. D-Detective Reginald Cole.

I thought, hey, it's not what I want,

but if the cops support my company,

that's something.

So, you gave this to him?

That was a few years ago,
and then I didn't hear from him,

so I just figured
the top brass didn't bite.

That's the God's honest truth.

If it is, you'll be in class
by this time tomorrow.

If it's not...

You won't.

♪

Guys, I, uh... I think
I have got something.

I mean, I am, uh,
pretty sure I've got something,

unless I don't, but, uh, I do.

Okay, so, ultimately, the best way

we can help Mr. Cooper now

is to find whoever targeted him.

Yeah, but it doesn't change the crimes

that he committed himself.

But, yeah, that's the idea.

ARAM: Okay, so, check this out.

Mr. Cooper recorded
his last conversation

with the blackmailer and sent it to me,

and I have been listening nonstop.

I thought the voice was altered.

It was, but I listened anyway,

you know, for something weird
about word choice

or maybe the sound of a train
or something in the background.

- So you heard something?
- No.

Nothing. But listening
over and over again

did give me another idea.

A voice modification program
is just modifying a voice.

It is an algorithm
that changes key variables

like pitch, tone, speed, distortion.

Okay, I actually understood that.

So I am thinking,

why can't I just invert those changes?

I mean, if you knew
what changes were made,

you could just reverse them,
and get back to the original voice.

But you can't know
the changes that were made.

You mean I can't know for sure.

Fortunately, this isn't my first rodeo.

I've, um... I've never
actually been to a rodeo,

so I ever go, it, uh,
will be my, uh, first rodeo,

but, fortunately,
this isn't my first time

examining Fourier series and transforms.

- And I'm lost.
- (KEYBOARD CLACKS)

Okay. The point is,

I can't know what
modifications were made,

but I can make a series
of educated guesses,

and I know the best software out there

and how I would sweeten the mix.

Here. Listen.

- (COMPUTER CHIRPS)
- MAN: Andrew Kennison.

Well, I need him to go away.

MAN : Andrew Kennison.
Well, I need him to go away.

MAN : Andrew Kennison.
Well, I need him to go away.

Okay, so I have six different versions.

I can't know if any of them are right,

but I did reverse the process
a little differently on each.

So, one of these recordings is
the blackmailer's actual voice,

but which one?

Cooper thinks the blackmailer's

a detective from New York.

We could send all six
to the Chief of Detectives.

Maybe one sounds familiar.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

♪

Agent Ressler.

Please place Director
Cooper under arrest.

I understand he intends
to make a full statement.

Not a chance.

It's okay, Donald.

The hell it is.

I mean, how many times has Main Justice

looked the other way
for Reddington or even Keen?

No, this is your turn.

That is not up for discussion.

I will do my best to argue for leniency.

I hope you believe that.

What if we walk?

There is no Task Force
without Mr. Cooper.

That would be a mistake.

There's still important work to do.

I want justice...

For what was done to me,
and, more importantly,

for Elizabeth.

The four of you are the best
chance we've got to get it.

♪

Harold Cooper, you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed for you.

Do you understand these rights
as I've explained them to you?

- Yes.
- And with these rights in mind,

do you wish to make a statement?

♪

MARVIN: Obstruction,
falsifying documents,

tampering with physical evidence,

misappropriating federal funds.

Oh, and I haven't even
gotten to the charges

of depriving Andrew
Kennison of his liberty.

I know what he did, Marvin.

What I'm asking is how we
make sure a jury never does.

Oh, Cooper's case isn't going to a jury.

He's gonna have to plead guilty

and pray that he gets
a favorable sentence.

It can't come to that.

I need you to go to the Post Office.

Harold's there. Talk to him.

You want me to defend him?

He can't go to prison.

For his sake or for Agnes'.

Well, you're the boss.

I-I just have this one appointment,

then I can cancel the rest of
my afternoon and meet you there.

Actually, I've got plans.

I spoke with the man who
designed the tracking device

we recovered from Elizabeth.

Good news. What'd he say?

Enough. I know who I'm looking
for and where to find him.

I'll take care of business,
you take care of Harold.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Okay, guys, let's do this.

♪

(ALL MURMURING INDISTINCTLY)

(TAPE RECORDER BEEPS)

You really wanna do this?

Make a full confession?

Strange how things happen, isn't it?

I wouldn't let Reddington see Agnes

because I thought I should
protect her from him.

She finally had a good home,
a stable family.

And now I'm the one who...

(TAPE RECORDER BEEPS)

You could fight it,
force the U.S. Attorney

to make their case
beyond a reasonable doubt.

You know I won't.

I've spent my life
holding others accountable

for their crimes.

I'm glad it's you.

Let's get it over with.

(DOOR OPENS)

Yeah, um, that's gonna have to wait.

Sorry, not sorry to interrupt,

but we have got a suspect,
and Mr. Cooper was right.

Almost.

The person blackmailing you
was a New York City detective.

Was?

♪

We just heard from the office

of the New York Chief of Detectives,

and apparently,
a precinct captain in Brooklyn

recognized one of the voices
we sent as a Reginald Cole.

Reggie. Spent years in the NYPD,

as a Brooklyn detective.

Does that mean he's retired?

I thought so at first,
but then I took a closer look.

At the time he left the force,

Cole was the subject of multiple I.A.B.
investigations.

A Grand Jury was deliberating

on an indictment

for multiple counts
of official corruption.

Drug money seized and unaccounted for,

allegations of excessive force,

witness intimidation.

In the end, the cases
against him fell apart.

A key witness was found m*rder*d.

Clearly, we're dealing with somebody

with a malfunctioning ethical compass.

ARAM: When he left the department,
he left New York.

Now, he works here in D.C.
as a private investigator,

and his website says he
handles highly sensitive matters,

both personal and professional.

What do you have?

I'm in a hell of a rush.
My campaign won't wait.

Yeah, I know you're busy,

but you hired me to find quality dirt,

- the kind that "ends careers"?
- Mm-hmm.

So I thought you might want
to see this right away.

Oh, you did it.

What did he do? Infidelity?

Oh, please let it be a sex scandal,

that pious son of a bitch.

ARAM: He has an office in Logan Circle.

I ghost-called him a few minutes ago,
and he picked up.

If we roll out now,
we can be there in .

Oh, my God.

How did you get this?

- Does it matter?
- Matter?

I hired you to do oppo research,

to get damaging intel on my opponent.

And I tried.

But turns out he's squeaky clean.

You, on the other hand, not so much.

You've been misappropriating
campaign funds.

Ooh. (CLICKS TONGUE)

Bad Congresswoman. (CHUCKLES)

I don't get it. Who is this guy?

Why would a shady former detective

be connected to k*lling Keen?

We're about to find out.

Let's pull a warrant and bring him in.

What do you want?

Well, I'm a simple guy, Ms. Newton.

A hundred thousand
should be good for now.

You're shaking me down? I'm your client.

I know. It's a thing
of beauty, isn't it?

See, this way, you get to pay me twice,

once to check out your opponent,

and once to keep my mouth shut.

You have hours, Di.

See you tomorrow.

♪

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Yeah?

What?

Okay.

Okay!

♪

(LOCK CLACKS)

♪

Get outside, see if you can find him.

♪

Damn it.

Still hot.

(FENCE CLANKS)

I've got eyes. He's a runner.

So, Reggie Cole's retired,

but he still has his detective shield?

PARK: Every department is different.

NYPD makes you turn it in,

but they don't always enforce the rule.

Well, maybe it's a replica.

Most people don't realize,

but lot of cops carry dupe shields

so they don't have to risk
losing the real thing.

What the... Are you guys seeing this?

- (TIRES SCREECH)
- That's Cole!

FBI! Drop the w*apon!

- On the ground!
- Federal agents!

Okay, okay! It's down!

- It's down.
- (g*n CLANKS)

♪

I should've known.

Hey, sorry, fellas. Too little too late.

♪

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I'm okay, Cynthia. Really.

In fact, for the first time
in a while, I'm hopeful.

Hopeful?

We got a lead. The man blackmailing
me is named Reginald Cole.

He's a private investigator
and a former NYPD detective.

That's good news, Harold.

I'm afraid I'm here
to deliver the opposite.

You spoke to the Attorney General.

And he spoke to the President

and the Senate Oversight Committee.

It's what we were afraid of.

As it is, they don't love our
arrangement with Reddington.

Then they're wrong.

We're approaching Blacklisters.

The man's done more for law enforcement

in this country than anyone.

Preaching to the choir.

Remember, I'm the one that went to bat

for reconstituting the Task Force?

But they're not stupid.

They know Reddington
continues to commit crimes.

And Keen's death was an embarrassment.

It's proof that things had
gotten way beyond my control.

How do you think we got back here?

I made promises.

I had to assure people
we'd have a very tight leash.

How the hell was I
supposed to go back now

and say the man in charge,

the Assistant Director of the FBI,

committed, oh, I don't know,
maybe a dozen felonies,

but, hey, we should look the other way?

So they want to indict me?

I'm not giving up.

You know how it works, Harold.

Law enforcement is politics.

If we can make some cases,

big ones, that expose

whatever conspiracy
is really going on...

They'll be too busy touting
the victory to focus on me.

It's your best chance.

If the story has the right ending,

they might forget this entire chapter.

Thank you, Cynthia.

I appreciate you sh**ting straight.

♪

ARAM: You got him.

Barely. Reddington almost b*at us there.
Any news on Cooper?

He's in with Ms. Panabaker.

PANABAKER: Agent Ressler?

I'm afraid you won't be happy
with the decision on Harold.

- The AG wants to charge him?
- For now.

But if we can make a solid case
against whoever's responsible,

we may be able to change that.
Who's running point?

I am.

Well, then, you should know
the pressure's on.

It is critically important
that your suspect talks.

If he doesn't,
we may not have enough to hold him.

(DOOR OPENS)

I need a word.

♪

You're making a mistake.

Agent Ressler is making a mistake.

I imagine he's trying to do
what's best for Harold.

So am I. And what's best for Harold

is to find the person who
orchestrated this insanity.

I'm in a considerably better position

to accomplish that quickly.

There are times to
handle things by the book,

and then there are times like this.

So all you care about is answers.

What I care about is accountability.

And I respect that.

Hell, after what we've
been through lately,

I'm hardly one to get up on a high horse

about the right way to do things.

Then let me handle this
in the way I know is best.

If you do, anything you learn

will be inadmissible in any prosecution.

I need to hand the AG
solid cases, solid evidence.

Listen to me. We're losing time.

Reggie Cole knew I was coming.

That means whoever he's working with

knew as well.

They will not let you interrogate him.

- (TELEPHONE RINGS)
- What does that mean?

We have him in custody.

Director Cooper's office.

What? What are you talking about?

- How is that even possible?
- It's too late, isn't it?

Uh, bring him in.
I'll talk to him myself.

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

Security says Reggie
Cole's lawyer is here.

(CELL PHONE DIALING, RING TONE)

Marvin. Change of plan.

I'm at the Post Office.

Don't come in. I'll meet you out back.

♪

Senator Panabaker.

Tyson Lacroix.

You're an attorney?

I'm Reginald Cole's attorney.

What is this?

How did you know about Cole's arrest?

How the hell did you even get down here?

More to the point, how did you
know this building even existed?

There seems to be some misunderstanding.

I'm not here to answer questions.

I'm here to stop you from asking them.

Mr. Cole is my client.

As of this moment,

you are precluded from questioning
him under any circumstances.

I don't know who you are, Mr. Lacroix,

but I can tell you this,

you are now squarely on the
Justice Department's radar.

You don't want to answer our questions?

We'll get the answers anyway.

Good luck with that.

I'd like to see my client now.

(CLOCK TICKING)

♪

PANABAKER: You think it'd be
that easy, Mr. Lacroix?

Did you really think
you could just waltz in

to a federal black site
and just start making demands?

I have a right to see my client.

And you will. At his arraignment.

Oh, please.

You don't have enough to charge him.

He m*rder*d a man named Doug Koster.

That would concern me if you
had a single shred of evidence

proving that it was actually true.

He targeted Harold Cooper,

the Assistant Director of
the FBI, tried to frame him.

Mere accusations.

RESSLER: And the
bartender that he forced

into helping him was also k*lled.

How sad.

Not that some bartender was k*lled,

but that you can't seem
to accept reality.

RESSLER: Yeah? And what's that?

You have nothing.

You can't connect my client
to either m*rder.

This frame-up sounds like total fiction.

That we can prove.

He was blackmailing Mr. Cooper.

We have your client's
voice on a recording.

No, you have an altered
voice on a recording.

You made assumptions when
you descrambled the voice,

but you can't be sure if you
accurately reversed the process.

The NYPD confirmed that it was Cole.

It sounds like Cole.

Sounds like.

I've heard enough.
Get him the hell out of here.

Already? I'm just getting started.

Hell, I've not said a word yet
about Agent Keen.

And there it is.

The motive.

I assume you know about
the tracking device

recovered from Agent Keen?

I may have heard something, yes.

Then maybe you want to
tell us why your client

acquired a tracking device
that was then used

to stalk and m*rder one of our agents?

He bought the tracker.
That's not a crime.

You can't prove he caused
Keen to ingest it,

and you can't prove he had
any contact with Vandyke.

How do you know that name?

Enough. Agent Park,
take Mr. Lacroix to Interrogation Two.

Give him two minutes with his client,
no more, understood?

Thank you.

I'll leave you folks
to talk amongst yourselves.

Don't even say it.

PANABAKER: I have to. He's right.

I warned you, we didn't have
enough without a confession.

Don't tell me we're
cutting this guy loose.

What do you want to do, Donald?

Charge him? And then what?

Watch our case just fall apart? No.

We're gonna do this,
we do it once and we make it stick.

So that's a yes?

We're just gonna let Cole
walk out of here?

Raymond was right.

♪

(DOOR OPENS)

Mr. Cole, your lawyer's here.

Took you long enough.

Have a seat.

I'd rather not.

I have a feeling we won't
be staying here much longer.

They're releasing me?
Let's not talk here.

My car is outside.

I'll explain when we
get back to my office.

♪ Looking down on empty streets ♪

♪ All she can see ♪

♪ Are the dreams all made solid ♪

♪ Are the dreams made real ♪

♪ All of the buildings
and all of the cars... ♪

I'll say it.

This job can be confusing,

and I've been lost
plenty of times before,

but I have no idea who those guys are

or what the heck it is
we're dealing with.

Let's get a wiretap warrant
for Cole's phone.

I'll ask around on the Hill,
see if anyone knows Lacroix.

I'll tell Cooper the bad news.

It's not over yet.

Raymond will know what to do.

♪ Wait until darkness comes... ♪

♪

What's his name?

Reginald Cole.

He's a former New York police detective.

And they're releasing him?

Not happily.

But they know the Justice Department

is watching their every move,
so they won't charge

if there's a possibility
the case won't hold up.

Guess it's his lucky day.

Hardly.

If Cole wants to live,

his best chance is to
stay inside that building.

He's b*rned, and whoever
he works for knows it.

Well, he's not the only one.

Now the lawyer's b*rned, too.

(CELL PHONE DIALING, RING TONE)

Chuck.

I want them as soon
as they're on the road.

♪ In your daddy's arms... ♪

REDDINGTON: That's them.

You want to hit them in transit?

Don't you want to find out
where they're going?

They're leaving now.
Intercept in five minutes.

(ENGINE REVVING)

♪

(SHELLS CLATTER)

♪

(ENGINE REVS, CAR HORN HONKS)

Weecha, get us out of here.

(TIRES SCREECH)

♪

♪ Anne, with her father ♪

♪ Anne, with her father ♪

♪ Is out in the boat ♪

♪ Is out in the boat ♪

♪ Riding the water ♪

♪ Riding the water ♪

♪ Riding the waves ♪

♪ On the sea ♪

♪