09x12 - The Chairman (No. 171)

[bunniefuu]

You know, the first stock exchange

started in Belgium, ,

and for the next five centuries,

this flow of capital
transformed the world

more than politics, religion, w*r.

And like all markets,
ours depends on rules.

The honest reporting of profit and loss.

You failed to do that. You, uh...

You lied on your disclosure forms.

You raised $ million to
build a tunnel under the border

that you never intended to build.

Five miles of road and rail,
flatbeds, pallets, people,

with entrances and exits

located at warehouses that you control.

Instead, you invested the
money in Miami real estate.

Now, on Wall Street,
this kind of Ponzi scheme

would get you a slap on the wrist

and a Central Park co-op.

Your investors, however,

the often unscrupulous
people you ripped off...

I think you see where
I'm going with this.

It's nowhere good.

They're very emotional people,
and right now,

their emotions are tending
towards usury and m*rder.

Luckily for you,

we have rules that
we've all agreed to follow.

To wit.

You know, I have no idea
what "to wit" means.

I just love the way that it sounds.

(CHUCKLES) Let's see.

Section , subparagraph C.

Punishments.

To wit. (CHUCKLES)

Punishments are for
the Chairman to decide.

Now, your investors want you dead.

I'm thinking more walking dead.

Living, breathing examples
of what happens

when you break our rules.

These are the consent forms
you each signed,

consenting to abide by my decision.

And my decision is this.

Repayment in full, plus %.

And fingers.

Two from you. Two from you.

Three from you.

From the hand you used
to sign your consent form.

You see, this is a blood oath.

You broke it, so I get a piece
of what you broke it with.

Beth, you're the ringleader.
Lead the ring.

No. No, please don't do this.

- GUARD: Too late for that.
- No. Oh!

(CRYING)

♪

Uh, Joe, that's, uh, three from Beth.

Just, uh,
work backwards from the pinkie.

No. No, please.

Oh, and, uh, Beth,
feel free to tell anybody who asks...

If they're gonna cheat,
cheat the stock market,

not the night market.

No.

No. (SCREAMS)

(BEEPS)

You know, MPD has
nothing on the bartender.

After a month.
It's like it never happened.

Well, he was hit by a pro.

Finding a clue trail's
gonna take some time.

I don't have time.

What I have is some voicebox
who keeps calling

to remind me he's got a g*n to my head.

Yeah, well, the next time he calls,

you'll be able to record his voice,

and we'll see if we can't
unscramble the voicebox

and get an ID.

What the hell are you looking for?

Mimi's missing. A stuffed bunny.

Yea big. Charred feet.

A bunny? With charred feet?

It's Agnes' transitional object.

At her age, isn't that
called a smartphone?

It belonged to her mother.

It played a key role in the
breakup of the Soviet Union.

The bunny did?

Thank you, by the way, for the phone

and for reviewing the case file again.

Yeah, well,
I've reviewed it three times.

Then thanks for reviewing it a fourth.

We have to find out what
happened to the bartender,

and if the cops can't help us,

we have to help ourselves.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Hm.

"Nick's Pizza."

- Maybe they have the bunny.
- (CELL PHONE CLICKS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Harold.

Please.

Reading your future?

(LAUGHS)

I don't know.

Mierce.

For me, it's just... calming.

Is this about Elizabeth?

Her body needs to be exhumed, Harold.

Aram told me about the tracker.

That whomever wanted her dead
put it in her, not on her.

And yet you posted guards at her grave.

She's resting in peace.

I intend on keeping it that way.

Much of my world

exists right alongside yours.

People and organizations
in our two worlds

have the same needs.

Security. Medical care.

Air travel.

Corporate infrastructure.

Financial services.

Hence the night market,

a stock market for criminals.

The Sinaloa Cartel issues stocks?

Cartels, gangs, crime syndicates.

The Yakuza is no different than Google.

They both issue stock to raise money

to pay for R&D, capital expenses,

to expand their operations.

- Are you in the market?
- Of course.

Capital markets are the key

to expl*sive growth in your world.

The night market
is no different in mine.

I'd be a fool not to
take advantage of it.

But you want us to bring it down.

The man in charge is known
as the Chairman.

I don't know his real name

or where exactly to find him.

He moves around a lot.

What I do know

is that he is a one-man SEC.

Judge, jury, and executioner.

These unfortunates

misled their investors
in advance of an IPO.

The Chairman did this?

To send a message.

Quite literally.

They take a photo and
disseminate it to the community.

You're wrong about Elizabeth.

She's not resting nor in peace.

She's dead.

She can't be disturbed
because she doesn't exist.

We exist.

We hurt.

We are in pain.

And we need answers.

COOPER: What you're looking at

is a black market stock market.

The night market is made up
of hundreds of companies

raising billions in capital.

But what companies?
What do the initials stand for?

According to Reddington,

they're a
code that he doesn't have the key to.

RESSLER: Well, if this is
an online trading platform,

why don't we just pull the plug?

ARAM: Because the night market is hosted

on a decentralized blockchain network,

meaning it runs across
, nodes all over the world.

Even if we could find one
and shut it down,

the other , would keep humming.

We'd basically have to disconnect
the entire Internet to stop it.

The only company Reddington
could identify is this one.

BKRC stands for Banda Korce.

Albanian.

Specializing in extortion
and money laundering.

Casinos are their drug of choice.

A fact that Gaming
Enforcement got wind of.

They opened up an
investigation into Tremont Casinos.

That's the legitimate company
that BKRC muscled in on.

And as a result,
Tremont's stock on Wall Street

went down %, and yet...

On the night market, BKRC's up %.

PARK: How's that possible?

The investigation by Gaming Enforcement

should be bad for both companies.

Markets price in information.

If BKRC's stock is going up,
that means the criminal market

knows something that
the legitimate one doesn't.

Like that? They're gonna be
able to stop the investigation?

The night market is run by a man

who does this to people who cross him.

He's known as the Chairman.

The only way to bring down
the market is to get to him.

Maybe the way to do that
is to get to BKRC first.

Dembe, Park, go to Gaming Enforcement,
see what they know.

♪

Did Reddington say anything about
the guards posted at the cemetery?

He did. And he wasn't happy about it.

His concern is our need for closure,

not hers for peace and tranquility.

His need or ours?

If what you're asking is
do the guards stay,

the answer's yes.

Great. Thank you.

Look, I want answers
as much as Reddington,

but not at the expense
of disturbing Liz's remains.

Tremont's stock is in a nose dive

because our investigation is rock solid.

We know they're in business
with Banda Korce,

that Banda Korce is run by Driton Abazi,

and that he is using Tremont's
casinos to launder money.

DEMBE: What's your timeline?

When do you plan on arresting Abazi?

He's smart. Insulated.

But we finally got someone
on the inside.

Your inside source, what's his name?

If we tell you and you approach him,
he might run scared,

and everything we've
worked on could be lost.

We want to make sure he's okay.

Why wouldn't he be?
What aren't you telling us?

It's conventional wisdom
in the criminal world

that your investigation
is going nowhere.

Since it rests on this source,

it stands to reason that
his life may be in danger.

It's not a he.

It's a she.

And we have no case without her.

♪

Thanks for the Dom, baby.

Lorik just gave it to me,

but he didn't tell me what it was for.

- It's a going-away present.
- (GASPS)

I like the sound of that.
Where are we going?

A toast.

To stupidity.

That's a dumb toast.

Well, we are dumb people.

I'm stupid for thinking
that you loved me,

and you're stupid for thinking

I wouldn't find out what you did.

(SCOFFS) What are you talking about?

Don't talk. Drink.

If you have enough before he gets there,

it might not hurt as much.

If this is a joke, it's not funny.

It's not a joke.

It's a going-away present.

Okay, I don't understand.
Where are we going?

We are not going anywhere.

You are.

To a very painful place.

The champagne may numb it. That's it.

My present. To numb the pain.

Oh, it's the classic love story.

Boy meets girl, girl betrays boy,

boy has psychopath dismember girl.

It's so cliched, it's almost boring.

I didn't betray anybody.

That would be hard to prove.

Gaming Enforcement encrypts
all of its files.

Unfortunately, someone forgot
to firewall the copy machine.

You don't believe him, right, baby?

Look, please, I didn't...

(BODY THUDS)

THE CHAIRMAN: You know,
I love reading quarterly reports,

examining financial disclosures,
regulating the market.

The part of my job I detest
is enforcement.

Lately, it seems like all I do.

♪

Two years.

We've spent two years
trying to turn Tsiona Stern.

And then we show up and she disappears.

MCVAY: Disappears? She's dead.

She didn't miss a check-in, not one,

until you started asking around.

Ms. Stern put her life at risk
to help expose Banda Korce.

That was very brave.

And we can honor that bravery

by carrying on with her work.

You by going back to your office,

reviewing your files,

and seeing where the case
stands without her.

We, by looking into her m*rder.

We can't do that without names.

Family, friends. Who was closest to her?

She had a sister.

Ressler, get a name and number.

Take Dembe. See what she knows.

Did you find anything on the bartender?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

The, uh, bartender was close
with a woman he worked with.

Did the police talk with her?

Well, they tried,
but she wouldn't return their calls.

You know, the cops got busy,
had other leads,

and she fell through the cracks.

It turned out that she didn't
return their calls

because she disappeared.

She left her apartment
the day after the m*rder

and hasn't been seen since.

- Do you have a name?
- I do.

That's about all I have.

Like I said, may be a lead, maybe not.

Hey, uh, by the way,

did you ever find the bunny
that solved the Cold w*r?

That's a hell of a bedtime story.

Mimi belonged to Agnes' mother.

Holding on to it
is like holding on to her.

And, yeah, it's a hell of a story.

One I'm not sure I should tell Agnes.

Her mother's part in it was complicated.

Agnes deserves the truth,

even the parts that are complicated.

So you think that extends
to how her mother d*ed,

which might be the most
complicated part of all?

Yeah, well, of all the parts of
the story that you have to tell,

that's the most important one.

Without it, she'll never get closure.

Thanks, Lew.

For the advice. And for this.

Mm. Yeah.
Hey, did voicebox ever reach out?

Not yet, but it's been a few weeks,

so it's only a matter of time.

Right.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS, DIALS)

Hey. I'd like to meet.

No.

At the cemetery.

I begged her not to
cooperate with the cops.

I told her just to get out.

But she was stuck on the guy.

Well, if she cared for Abazi,
why'd she inform on him?

It was volatile, passionate.

Spite. Anger. Jealousy.

The trifecta of the scorned lover.

So Abazi cheated on her.

He's a thug.

Hurting people,
skimming off casino profits.

She might've gone against him anyway,

but Felicia sure helped.

Felicia...

Dawson.

S-She's a dealer he moved

into one of the suites at the casino.

Tsiona followed him there,

expecting to catch him
with Felicia, which she did,

as well as finding him having
some kind of business meeting.

You want to bug a suite at the casino?

The informant's sister
says that's where Abazi

conducted a lot of his business.

The suite's rented in
the name of his girlfriend.

His other girlfriend.

A Felicia Dawson.

DEMBE: Former casino employee.

Divorced. Five-year-old daughter.

Who's now consorting with criminals,

which should be enough
for us to pull a warrant,

hear what they talk about.

And hopefully hear enough from
Abazi to get to the Chairman.

Getting a warrant
might not be the problem,

but installing the bug is.

I do not envy the guy
who has to slip in and out

of the love nest of an Albanian mobster.

ARAM: Room service.

Hands out.

FELICIA: I'm not doing it.
ABAZI: Doing what?

I'm asking you to meet some people.

I know what you're asking me to do,

and the answer is no.

Call me back when you're alone.

- What are you looking at?
- (DOOR CLOSES)

ARAM: Oh. Uh, nothing.

I will just put things out.

Very good.

♪

(SNIFFLING)

Oh. Hello.

I'm guessing the hot dog is for you.

You wanna eat it down here?

Okay.

One hot dog coming up.

There you go. Voila.

What's wrong? Parents fighting?

They're not my parents.

He's not.

What's that?

I saw you put it there.

That? Oh, um, that's part
of a magic trick.

And if it's done right,
Mr. Abazi will disappear.

People can't disappear.

Not normally, no.

But, uh, this...
This is a very special trick.

But for it to work,
you can't tell anyone.

Not even your mom.

Think you can do that?

But if he goes, will he ever come back?

Of course not.

It's magic.

COOPER: Agnes is doing well.

At school, she's getting mostly A's.

A B+ in math.

She doesn't really like math.

Neither do I.

(CHUCKLING) She's got lots of friends.

At the moment, her biggest concern

is that we have misplaced Mimi.

I'm sure she'll turn up,

but for now, the house
is being turned upside down.

When my father d*ed,

I kept a little painting of his.

He always wished
he'd been a real painter.

But at least there was the one.

He took terrible care of it,

so it's faded and torn.

But it reminded me of him,

so I kept it in the bathroom.

Every morning, he and I would
have a little (CHUCKLING) chat.

Why do we do that, talk to the dead?

They're gone. Why do we talk to them?

But they're not gone.

As long as we're here,
they're here with us.

Where are the guards?

I dismissed them.

If Elizabeth is watching over us,

I think she'd want Agnes
to know the truth,

at least as much of it
as we can give her.

Thank you.

I'll get a court order.

If we're gonna do this,
we're gonna do it the right way.

♪

Hello, Elizabeth.

♪

COOPER: Where did you find it?

REDDINGTON: It was under the seat.

Agnes fell asleep on the way
back from the opera.

She must've dropped it.

I've been looking everywhere.

You have no idea what a relief this is.

(CHUCKLING) Of course I do.

Elizabeth couldn't sleep.

Colicky.

But more often than not,

when she scrunched that bunny
against her cheek,

she was calm, quiet.

- You should've taken her to the opera.
- (CHUCKLES)

That'll put anyone to sleep.

(CHUCKLES)

♪

Harold, please instruct
the medical examiner

to be as respectful as possible.

Why? Because I'm terrified
for my daughter.

Yes, names, dates.

(SIGHS)

That's fine. Roger's Park, : .

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

♪

The meeting's set with King and McVay.

You did good.

Even I believed you betrayed me.

When I was there, I heard
Abazi and Felicia arguing.

This could be why.

He's using her to set up King and McVay.

ABAZI: This is how it's gonna go.

Lorik drives.

You get out, enter the park.

When they approach,
you drop your sunglasses,

bend down to pick them up.

Lorik does the rest.

Meaning he kills them.

Meaning that whatever it is,

you don't have to worry about it.

RESSLER: All right,
Dembe and I will go to the park.

You let King and McVay know
they're walking into a trap.

(SIGHS)

Does Abazi actually think
k*lling the two people

investigating him
will stop the investigation?

He's not thinking. He's reacting.

Like a cornered animal lashing out.

LILY: Mommy!

FELICIA: Mommy's gonna go run an errand.

Driton's coming over to be
with you while I'm gone, okay?

Don't worry, kid.

We'll have a good time.

(BEEP)

Please make him disappear.

Please make him disappear.

Please make him disappear.

Oh, sir, sir, about, uh, Driton Abazi...

Not now, okay?

Is everything all right?
I'm sure it will be.

It's just... The exhumation.

I ordered it.

MEDICAL EXAMINER:
Pursuant to an order issued

by Superior Court Judge
Victoria Shapiro,

we are conducting an exhumation autopsy

on Elizabeth Keen.

The purpose of the autopsy
is to determine

whether Agent Keen
ingested a tracking device

which remains inside her postmortem.

- RESSLER: All right. Thank you.
- (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Where are we on King and McVay?
That was their supervisor.

They're not picking up his
calls or mine. I'm not surprised.

After what happened
to their last informant,

they don't trust anybody, especially us.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Okay.

All right. This could be
the agents arriving.

♪

Here comes King and McVay.

DEMBE: I'll keep eyes on the driver.

Thanks for coming.

We want to start by saying
we will protect you.

I wish you could,
but you can't even protect yourselves.

It's a hit.

FBI! Stand back!

Are you all right?
DEMBE: Get away from the car!

Donald Ressler, FBI.
You need to come with us.

No, I can't. My daughter...

- We know about your daughter.
- Is she all right?

She will be. If you come with us, now.

♪

FELICIA: It's done. But Lorik was sh*t.

I don't know.
One of the agents, I think,

before they were k*lled.

(SIGHS)

I-I don't know. It all happened so fast.

I just...

(INHALES SHARPLY) Baby, I'm scared.

I need you to come and get me.

And I need you to bring Lily.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah. I know where that is.

- Okay.
- (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

He's coming for me.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

But you can't do anything
until I have my daughter.

Where did Abazi tell you to meet?

♪

- Hi, baby!
- Mommy!

I did what you asked me to do.

What else would I do? You had Lily.

Driton, please.

♪

You're okay.

Mm!

♪

FBI! Hands! Hands!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

DEMBE: FBI! You're under arrest.

Hands! Let's see 'em!

MAN: Turn around.

♪

And clear. Everyone, stand down.

♪

Told you he'd disappear.

Good job.

(SIGHS)

(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

I'll update Cooper on Abazi's arrest.

Has he talked to you
about Elizabeth yet?

No. Why? What about her?

COOPER: The ME found the tracker.

REDDINGTON: I'll get there
as soon as we can.

We should discuss what comes next.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Is it true about Liz?

That you pulled the guards?
That you dug her up?

I know you feel, but I decided
it was the right thing to do.

You decided?

Yes.

Reddington put you up to this.

- They found the tracker.
- All you did was desecrate her grave.

Elizabeth would've wanted us to do this.

She would want us to know
who's responsible for her death.

You wanna know who's
responsible for k*lling her?

It was Reddington.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(DOOR OPENS)

♪

(FOOT STOMPS)

(GRUNTS)

Contact Pilken.

Tell him we're done with Abazi,

have him delist Banda Korce.

The stockholders won't be happy.

We have rules.

When a company is in legal trouble,

they're sacrificed
to protect the market.

I want you to clean the place.

Collect every flash drive,

every file, every Post-it Note.

If it so much as mentions
the night market,

I want it destroyed.

What about Abazi? Will he talk?

Oh, he's seen how
we deal with informants.

He won't say a word.

- He won't talk.
- Did he lawyer up?

PARK: No. He's terrified
of the Chairman.

We said we'd protect him. He laughed.

- COOPER: What about Felicia?
- DEMBE: I think she would cooperate

if it meant protecting her daughter.

But I don't think she knows anything.

So we're nowhere on connecting
Abazi to the night market.

♪

(DRAWER CLOSES)

♪

Oh, hey. Uh, so I, uh,
I've been looking into the tracker.

And I-I don't suppose
you're interested in an update.

You supposed right.

ARAM: It is incredibly cool.

I mean, uh, well, not the way
it was used, of course,

but big picture, this thing is insane.

It has a power supply
and a microprocessor

that is only activated to transmit data

when it comes into contact with
the target's digestive enzymes.

I must say, I've, uh,
had my fill of analyzing

the contents of people's
stomachs of late.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, that's understandable.

Is there a signature of any kind,

something to identify where
it was made or by whom?

I don't know yet. Maybe.
I need to keep looking.

Then that's what I want you to do.

There can't be that
many people in the world

capable of making
something this advanced.

I'm confident we'll find him,

more confident than I am
that we'll find the Chairman.

Abazi won't talk.

Of course not.

But you don't really need him to.

He's our connection to the Chairman.

A connection we can't make
unless he talks.

So just say that he talked.

Tell the world

that you've been investigating
the night market

and are preparing to shut it down.

None of which is true.

Well, what is true, Harold,

is that rumor can drive the market.

That's why Banda Korce's stock went up,

on the rumor that they'd found
the government informant.

You want to flush out the Chairman?

Spread the rumor that Abazi
sang like a canary.

Which no one can contradict
because he's in custody.

You want me to lie through
my teeth at a press conference?

I want you to apply situational ethics.

Which I find to be immensely enjoyable

and ruthlessly effective.

And would make for
a fantastic board game.

We got everything. Notebooks. Tablets.

There's nothing left that can hurt us.

Yeah, it's me.

We need a circuit breaker.

Level Three.

Yes, now. Before the market
drops another %.

(SIGHS) What's going on?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

(BEEPS) Mr. Abazi is
wanted in connection

with extortion and money laundering.

His company also trades
on a criminal stock market

known as the night market.

Mr. Abazi has agreed to cooperate fully.

Call a meeting. All the board members.

I can't believe he talked.

Because he didn't. It's a trick.

I need to make sure
nobody else falls for it.

REDDINGTON: Chum's in the water.

Our shark won't be able to resist.

- I hope you're right.
- Take the win, Harold.

You did well.

(CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE CLICKS SHUT)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

MAN: (IN DISTORTED VOICE)
Andrew Kennison.

I don't know who that is.

I need him to go away.

- "Go away"?
- Disappear.

New identity. New life.

- Why?
- Because I said so.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

♪

Yes. Lew, I'm glad you got a lead,

but the bartender's friend's
gonna have to wait.

He called with a demand.
I can't talk about it now.

Just get here as soon as you can.

- Any word from Ressler?
- No.

I reached out to him,
but he didn't answer.

- I'm worried about him.
- He's upset.

Understandable. But he'll be fine.

Sir, your bluff worked.

Check it out. It is a huge sell-off.

The rumor you spread about Abazi

telling us about the night
market spooked investors.

The market was down %
before trading was halted.

Hang on. Can you stop it?

Every other stock is down
except that one.

COOPER: An interesting anomaly,

but I don't see how one company

bucking the market
is relevant to our case.

Maybe not, but that is a
company I wish I could invest in.

In a way you do.

COC stands for Concierge of Crime.

Reddington. It's his company.

You told your investors it was a bluff.

That's why your stock's going up

and everybody else's is tanking.

You traded on insider information.

I didn't.

But not on principle, mind you.

I'd do it if it were in my interest,

but in this case, it's not.

You didn't bring us this case
to take down the night market.

You brought it us to drive up
your share price.

Actually, I was aiming for bankruptcy.

And all the freedom that that implies.

You know what? Between the exhumation

and other things I'm dealing with,

I don't have the bandwidth
for your nonsense.

Other things? Do tell.

Why? You never do.

Harold, the market is teetering,

but it will recover,
unless you move on the Chairman.

Thanks to your bluff,
I know how you can do that.

- How?
- He's called a meeting.

- I'm on my way to it now.
- Where?

I'll tell you, but first,

you'll have to give me time
to say my piece and go.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

THE CHAIRMAN: Some of you
are new to the market.

Others have been listed for years.

But this is the first time
any of us have met in person.

That should give you an idea

of how important I feel this meeting is.

Now, together, your companies
represent % of our market cap.

What you do matters.

You panic, others panic.

If you don't, we can weather any storm.

Yeah, but can we weather the FBI?

Well, if they have something
on us, maybe not.

But they don't.

Abazi didn't talk.

Now, the FBI said that he did

because they want to scare investors,
get them to panic.

If they could hurt us,
they would, but they can't.

So they started a rumor
hoping we'll hurt ourselves,

and that is exactly what we're doing.

$ million.

I'll put that in the market by
close of business tomorrow,

a leadership investment to calm
some obviously frayed nerves.

Mr. Reddington. Thank you.

See, that's exactly what we need.

Send a signal to the other investors

that the FBI is all sizzle, no steak.

- I do have one condition.
- Which is?

The name of the lead
investor in my company.

Well, I'm afraid I can't do that.

$ million.

Mr. Reddington, I talked about privacy.

We have rules.

Bend them.

. Give me a number.

- You must have one.
- But I don't.

You're willing to risk the market

to protect the identity
of a single investor?

I designed the market interface

to protect against this kind of bribe,

or was that a thr*at?

I anticipated the need
to keep men like you

from hanging me
off the side of a building

every time they felt cheated
by a short sale.

So I made sure the identity
of each and every investor

was shielded, even from me.

Well, I'm sure you all
have more to discuss,

but I've said what I came to say

and heard what I care to hear.

So please excuse me.

♪

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Andrew Kennison. Who is he?

COOPER: An MIT grad student.

What his connection is to any of this,
I have no idea.

And voicebox wants him disappeared.

A new ID. A new life.

Okay. So that's what you do.

- Kidnap a grad student?
- Buy time.

Keep voicebox happy
until we've had a chance

to talk to the bartender's friend.

I've got a line on her.

I know that she headed down south.

Maybe she could tell us
who put him up to doping you,

which would prove your innocence.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Not a good time.

Then I'll be brief. Sheridan Road.

They have backup. So come heavy.

What can we tell Kennison to
convince him to come with me?

My vote, the truth.

I need to speak with my team,
give them an assignment.

Then I'll pay Mr. Kennison a visit.

♪

So, yes, while a leveraged buyback

will increase the debit
on your balance sheet,

we have a number of offshore...

FBI! Hands!

- Hands!
- Hands!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

♪

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN : All right, all right.

(SIGHS) Abazi did talk.

Sang like a bird. And the melody...

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

...it was all about you.

WOMAN: (LAUGHS) Yeah.

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- (VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES)

Andrew Kennison.

Harold Cooper, FBI.

Whoa. What's this about?

We have reason to believe
your life is in danger.

An agent with the Bureau
has been compromised.

He's being blackmailed,
and for some reason,

the blackmailer wants him to abduct you.

That's insane. Why?

I was hoping you could tell me.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

It this some kind of joke?

I can assure you,
this is deadly serious.

I've contacted the Marshal Service.

They're prepared to move you
somewhere safe

until the danger's passed.

Move... Move me? Move me where?

I'll explain it all in the car.

DEMBE: The codes.
How do you decrypt them?

We have rules.

I don't break them.

Name the companies that trade
on the night market

and you can help yourself.

Perhaps save yourself.

I'm here because you lied.

Now you want me to break my word?

And you're the good guys?

You created a market that channeled
billions into criminal enterprises.

Enron. Tyco. AIG. Freddie Mac.

Who channeled billions to them?

Have you arrested anyone on Wall Street

who financed their crimes?

Hey, how about credit default swaps?

Sub-prime lending.

In , those markets

crashed the world economy,

wiped out over $ trillion

worth of wealth,

cost million people their jobs.

Did you arrest anyone for that?

Oh, yeah.

One guy.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

One.

I may lose my freedom.

But if it's all the same to you...

- (CHAIR SCRAPES)
- (SNIFFLES)

...I'll keep my integrity.

REDDINGTON: Harold,
come in. Have a seat.

Can I get you anything?

No, I'm fine.

After Elizabeth d*ed, I...

(SIGHS)

...let things go.

Lot of things.

People, businesses,

trade routes, landing rights.

Streams of income.

When I came back, I was illiquid.

So I incorporated and sold
stock on the night market

and got what I needed.

And something I didn't.

Greenmail.

A hostile takeover.

By whom, I don't know.

But someone courted
my shareholders in secret

and bought a controlling
interest in my...

Company.

That's why you wanted
to drive down the share price.

- To force them out.
- Yes.

But they refused to sell.

Whoever it is has a stranglehold on me

and they won't let go.

That's what you wanted
from the Chairman... A name.

(SIGHS)

The tracking device. Where are we on it?

According to Aram,

there's nothing in
DARPA's files or the NSF.

He's still looking,
but we haven't traced it to anyone yet.

You think they're connected.

Maybe.

Or had someone give it to her.

Does it work? To calm you down.

And if so, can you teach me
how to do it?

The "other things" you're dealing with.

♪

I'm down a path.

It's dark and taking me
to places I don't want to go.

I wanna turn back,

but I don't know how.

I was born to a dark path.

It's the only path I know.

I've learned how to
recognize light when I see it.

To stop and stare.

I reach for it.

In the hope that it'll...

Shed its light on me.

And every once in a while,

I'm able to bask in its
warmth for a moment

before...

...moving on in the dark.

♪

That's my life.

(SIGHS)

Don't make it yours.

Go home to your wife and kid.

♪

(SIGHS) Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

I'm told they're bringing her back.

Are you okay?

I didn't fall off the wagon,
if that's what you're asking.

I thought about it.

These last few weeks, I felt so good.

But this...

I'm not gonna lie.
This was a real gut punch.

Of course it was.

But you need to find a way to
take life's punches without slipping.

And we're here to help you do that.

We?

I was worried.

I didn't know where you'd gone,
so I told them.

Told them what?

Everything.

Back to the pee test.

I get it if you're mad,

but they care for you and wanna help.
(SIGHS)

It's all good.

- None of us are perfect.
- (SNIFFLES)

Look, I appreciate what you're doing,

but we're not in the same boat.

Okay, I walked away from
a multimillion-dollar start-up,

after blowing my life savings

and the life savings of one
of my closest friend's parents.

I lied to my husband
about being a field agent.

You also lied about
being a paid assassin.

He offered blind loyalty

to the most wanted fugitive
in the world.

I wake up in strange rooms.

Naked. Covered in vomit.

You're right. That's a...
That's a different boat.

It's a different ocean.

Which is why we're here.

You can't slay demons alone.

None of us can.

♪

Look, if you don't want
to do this for us,

then let us do it for her.

♪

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

♪

It's what she'd expect us to do.

(VEHICLE DOORS OPEN)

(VEHICLE DOORS CLOSE)

♪

COOPER: Look who I found.

Meems!

(CHUCKLES)

Where was she?

In Pinky's car.

You left her there after the opera.

You know you can ask me anything...

About your mom, your grandparents.

Whatever questions you have,
I'll tell you what I know.

Okay.

About Mimi, too.

Mimi?

She's a very special bunny.

You see this scar?

She got it after your grandfather

hid a flash drive inside of her

that contained a very important secret.

What kind of secret?

A secret that changed
the course of world history.

The entire world is the way it is

because of a secret
hidden inside that bunny.

By my grandfather?

Yes.

Raymond Reddington.

That's Pinky's name.

Yes, well, it's a long story.

But it's my story.

Yes, I guess it is.

Tell it.

♪

(AFTER ALL PLAYS)

Once upon a time,

a woman named Katarina
met a man named Raymond.

♪

One was Russian,

one was American.

And they spied for their countries

and on each other,

and they didn't agree on anything

except that they loved their daughter...

♪ But I'm not the simple-minded boy... ♪

COOPER: ...your mother...

♪ I used to be... ♪

COOPER: ...more than life itself.

♪ No, I've learned to picture life... ♪

COOPER: They weren't
alone in that, by the way.

♪ In its reality... ♪

COOPER: A lot of people
loved your mother.

♪ And I found after all the searching ♪

♪ Life was only how you take it ♪

♪ After all the searching
for a new game to play ♪

♪ I live my life away ♪