♪ Hold my hand, ooh, baby ♪
♪ It's a long way down A long way down ♪
♪ If you get sleep or if you get none ♪
♪ The cock's gonna call In the morning, baby ♪
♪ Hold my hand Ooh, baby, it's a long way down ♪
♪ A long way down, a long way down ♪
Do you smell that?
Sewer line.
Would you be so kind to reach out to Facilities?
I'd like to put in a repair request.
Yeah.
-♪ Hold my hand, ooh, baby ♪ -♪ Hold my hand ♪
♪ It's a long way ♪
♪ Hold on now Hold my hand, ooh, baby ♪
♪ It's a long way down A long way down ♪♪
No, no. Please stay.
I'm happy for the company.
Raymond Reddington.
Awaiting trial.
Right. For treason.
-And like 200 murders. -Heh.
Such hyperbole.
I don't know whether to be flattered or horrified.
-What's your name? -Jones.
-Vontae Jones. -Hello, Vontae.
Nice to meet you. Is it true they put you in the Bunker?
Ha. "The Bunker." Is that what they call it?
I've wanted a home with a name.
So much more evocative than a simple address.
Fallingwater, the Dibble House, Sinking Spring Farm.
The Bunker compares rather favorably
to a Malagasy cave I once had the misfortune of inhabiting.
Don't know what you're talking about.
-The Bunker. -Ah.
Warden left it for troublemakers.
Smells like a dung hole.
Who's the warden speaking with?
They call him Quantum.
Ever need a hit, he's your guy.
And if my tastes run in other directions?
Burrito Man over here, do you a roll for a deuce of meat sticks
and a bag of chips.
And Waxer, face tats,
he can fix you up with smokes, cigars, candy.
He sometimes even gets cinnamon toothpicks.
Oh. I love cinnamon toothpicks.
Yoked dude's Baldomero. They call him the Teflon Con
because he's been killing and thieving for years.
Awaiting trial for knocking over a Brinks truck.
-Killed both guards -I'm familiar with the incident.
[♪♪♪]
Long time.
It's gonna be good having you here.
Maybe we could settle up, get square for Iztapalapa.
That's not your lunch meat.
Yo. I'm cool with a mustard sandwich. Leave it.
Yo. Yo.
Easy, easy, easy.
You must not have heard what I said. I said that wasn't yours.
He's just a kid.
Maybe you can cut him some slack.
Just a thought.
Yo.
I'll feed you my lunch meat tonight, old man.
[CHUCKLES]
Gobble, gobble.
[LAUGHS]
This ain't Mexico City.
You got no muscle, no weapon.
All you got is that mouth,
and God knows it can run, but it can't run in here.
If you so much as look at Vontae's pimento loaf again,
you'll end up with your teeth sticking out of your head
and sipping your dinner through a bendy straw.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Enough.
Boys, I said enough.
Mr. Reddington, I don't believe we've had a chance to meet.
My name is Warden Macatee. Welcome to Colton.
Think you're gonna like it here.
So far, so good.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
LIZ: Who did this?
An old acquaintance.
I can't believe this.
Getting caught after 30 years?
Odds were I'd be caught after three.
It's no one's fault, least of all yours.
Besides, I welcome the vim and vigor of prison life, the law of the jungle.
I am the lion, after all.
You don't look like one.
[CHUCKLES]
I need to talk to the warden, get you out of general population.
That's a terrible idea.
Okay, then since you insist on representing yourself--
Also a terrible idea.
--why not petition the court for protective custody?
Elizabeth, I'm the one who petitioned to be put into the general population.
I need to be treated like the criminal I am.
Anything that may hint at involvement
with your task force is a liability I cannot afford.
That's quite a balancing act.
While you're getting your butt kicked as a criminal,
you also have to demonstrate to the judge your value as an asset.
Which is why I need you to get Rod and Delaine Uhlman.
You have a case?
It's time to go to work.
[♪♪♪]
LIZ: Rod and Delaine Uhlman, married, no children,
long-time members of the Methodist church,
and owners of Kwik Money Gun & Pawn in Cherry Hill.
It's an unassuming shop that specializes in fronting
massive amounts of cash to criminals in exchange for high-value, ill-gotten gains.
How does it work? Like a regular pawnshop?
Yes, if you fail to reclaim your collateral, the pawnbrokers will resell it.
A friend told me to come see...
Said you had a first edition of Treasure Island.
Sure. I've got it in the back. It's in perfect condition. Follow me.
RESSLER: Makes sense, can't go to a bank to finance crime,
might as well go to grandma and grandpa for a loan.
ARAM: They're so cute.
They remind me of this couple that used to babysit me in Delaware,
the Gambalas.
Rita. Rita. She used to make these oatmeal cookies that...
Sorry. That's irrelevant.
These cuties facilitated international crimes,
including the poisoning of a former Russian intelligence officer,
the raid of a transport vessel off the coast of Peru
and a casino heist that left eight dead in Monaco.
As enchanting as they may seem, they have made possible
some very real and deadly crimes.
SAMAR: Reddington believes this will, what,
demonstrate his value while incarcerated?
Reddington's probably paying off the judge.
-He's fine. -He's not fine.
You didn't see him. He's been hurt.
I've never seen him like that before.
COOPER: Ressler, Keen, I want you on that storefront.
Coordinate with Aram to run the background
of anyone who enters into their shop.
A client will raise a red flag, I want us there when they do.
[♪♪♪]
[CAMERA CLICKS]
-Aram, we've got another. -We're uploading it now.
Got it. Got a license-plate number
or any other details?
-No, the photo's gonna have to do. ARAM: Give me a little time.
That's, what, six customers in five hours?
We'll be here for weeks.
Can I ask you something?
-You really worried about Reddington? -I am.
He looked...
weak.
He's fine. He can handle himself.
Out in the world, yeah, but prison?
It's different.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
Sorry. Give me a minute.
-It's not a good time. -I got a message from my friend Buck.
What'd he say?
He's done what he can
to decrypt Reddington's file from the surgeon.
I told him to come to your place.
I'm at work. I can't.
Liz, you have to. This could be the break we've hoped for.
LIZ: All right.
I'll figure something out.
[♪♪♪]
Aram, she's back. Say that again.
LIZ: You ID the woman?
ARAM: No, not the woman.
The kid with the red backpack from this morning, Tom Hardekopf.
LIZ: The MIT grad working at a tech firm?
ARAM: He's not just an MIT grad working at a tech firm.
Turns out he also has a TSSCI-level clearance with the U.S. government.
RESSLER: His firm has a government contract?
Yeah, with the NSA.
Send us everything you can. Cell records, financials.
We'll reach out to the NSA.
-I can't. -Why not?
That was the warden at Colton.
I've been hounding him about putting Reddington in a safer wing.
He agreed to meet, so I gotta do this.
-It's important. -Okay.
I'll look into Hardekopf, see what's going on.
Gentlemen, this is Mr. Hardekopf.
He's been vetted and has made a buy-in of $200,000.
Have a seat.
HARDEKOPF: Okay.
Let's make some money.
[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER]
Mr. Reddington, you and me, we got a situation.
Shh. I've been trying to free this ornery thread for nearly an hour.
-It's gotta wait. -I got a hold on the rascal.
VONTAE: Are you listening? -Damn.
Baldomero's gonna kill you.
Said he wants to finish what he started, get even for Iztapalapa.
-He's stuck on that? -He's telling everyone.
Says he and his dogs are gonna jump you during yard time.
-Day after tomorrow. -Day after?
What's wrong with tomorrow?
Man's got woodshop.
[LAUGHS] Oh, come on.
It's like high school fisticuffs.
Are you hearing me?
This is serious, man. It's no time to mess around with bedsheets.
We gotta get you a weapon, give you a chance.
Maybe you could find me a pen.
There you go. That's good. Make a shiv.
I'm gonna find you a pen.
Vontae, one other thing:
I wonder if you'd be willing to find out who's playing that music.
I hear music, I'm certain that's a record.
If someone has a phonograph,
I would love to borrow, rent or buy it.
[SIGHS]
Okay.
COOPER: Sophia Quayle, Agents Ressler and Navabi.
Miss Quayle directs Cryptologic Exploitation Services for the NSA.
-You're a code breaker? -Is that what Hardekopf pawned, codes?
Hardekopf was working on developing a decryption algorithm.
One that may now be operational.
An algorithm to decrypt what?
In recent years, there's been an unprecedented number
of breaches by Chinese intelligence.
We'd hoped that the cypher would allow us to decrypt
Chinese diplomatic cables sent to Beijing from their embassy in D.C.
Accessing that would help us to identify the source of the leak.
And the names of any Americans
who may have been turned by the Chinese.
As well as what intel the traitors provided.
This is a once-in-a-decade breakthrough.
And now you're telling me that it's in the hands of,
what, some pawnbroker?
Our source says that there is honor among these thieves.
Clients have 30 days to reclaim items. After that, they're put up for sale.
For the moment, the codes are safe.
All in.
QUAYLE: We spent four years working to break this code.
If word of this leaks out, the Chinese will change their encryption.
-We'll be back at square one. -Any idea why Hardekopf did it?
I don't know or care.
We went through his desk.
A hard drive is missing. You need to get it back.
[♪♪♪]
BUCK: Sorry. I tried everything.
JENNIFER: But you're supposed to be this genius.
BUCK: The information on the drive wasn't just deleted.
It was erased from unallocated portions--
Well, then reallocate it, undelete it.
What my sister is trying to say is thanks for trying.
-I'm sorry LIZ: I think you should go.
This mean I'm not invited to the Beyoncé concert?
LIZ: Go.
[DOOR OPENS]
All of these patient files,
everybody who got reconstructive surgery
-from Dr. Koehler... -Jen.
Must be a way to connect one to Reddington.
-It's done. -Somebody from the OR,
somebody who was there when he went...
He won.
[♪♪♪]
How can you accept that?
I don't.
But I'm not gonna let it or him control my life.
Besides, it wasn't all for nothing.
If it weren't for Reddington's secret, we wouldn't have each other.
It's not enough.
I think it has to be.
Hey.
I found it.
Yo, this wasn't easy. I had to bribe the librarian.
Said I was homesick and needed to drop my mom a note.
-You know how that makes me look? -Like a good son.
-Be proud. -Tell me what's up with this string thing.
-Did you bring the meat? -Yeah.
Ah, perfect. Right there.
I'm busting my butt to get you a weapon and you're playing with string like a cat.
I found myself with something of a rodent situation.
Baldomero's gonna plant you in the ground,
and if he kills you, he'll certainly kill me.
Vontae, might I offer you a bit of unsolicited advice?
No.
Fear is a liar.
It activates the enemy.
All we can do is what we can do,
and right now, what you can do...
is help me tie more of this string.
Careful. It tangles easily.
[♪♪♪]
I need the drive back.
Of course. It's yours. All we need is the loan plus interest.
I don't have it.
Tell us about your precautions to get here.
You switched cars as instructed?
I had a debt from gambling. I had a way out,
it didn't work the way I thought...
You pawned classified intel to try to win back a gambling debt?
-I need the drive. -You can't just have it.
The intel I gave you can never come out. It would be committing treason.
You've got 30 days to make sure that doesn't happen.
I lost the money. I was one card away and I lost everything.
Give me the drive, I'll find a way to pay.
-Tell me about the cars. -Why do you keep asking about the cars?
In our experience, clients in your situation
tend to draw attention to themselves, attention we can't afford.
HARDEKOPF: I wasn't followed, okay? We're alone.
Which means we're gonna come to a new understanding.
Yes. I believe we are.
[GUNSHOT]
I'll get the fuel.
SAMAR: It's Hardekopf.
RESSLER: We got witnesses? Forensics?
None, and if there were any forensics, the liquid hydrogen burned them away.
We had a team on the pawnbrokers. They lost them. Now we know why.
As long as Hardekopf was alive,
we had 30 days until our intel hit the open market.
Looks like our time just ran out.
[POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER]
♪ You're my one and only ♪
♪ My one and only ♪
♪ You're my one and only ♪
♪ My one and only ♪
-♪ Girl, I owe it all to you ♪ -That's it.
-♪ You're my one and only ♪ -Come on, you can...
♪ My one and only ♪
-♪ You're my one and only ♪ -Heh-heh.
♪ My one and only ♪♪
Hello there, little fella.
We've got a lot of work to do.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Ah. There's a spot. VONTAE: What?
Mr. Reddington, no.
-No. RAYMOND: Greetings, gentlemen.
Please don't get up. I come in peace.
I've heard rumblings on the wire
that you're planning some sort of schoolyard ambush,
and I thought it prudent to see if we can work things out over a meal.
Break bread, settle our differences.
Pimento loaf isn't really my thing.
In fact, when I get out of here, my first stop
will be Augustine in Manhattan for a simple omelet. Yum.
What about you?
I'll be at the Blue Lounge in Armistead...
toasting your grave.
[CHUCKLES]
[♪♪♪]
You must be the one with that record collection I envy dearly.
Yeah? I also got the blade that'll carve you like a pumpkin.
-Jack-o'-lantern. -Huh?
A pumpkin is a gourd. A jack-o'-lantern is the carved pumpkin.
It doesn't matter. I knew what you meant.
I still envy your record collection.
Baldomero, what do you say we call this thing off?
What happened in Iztapalapa was a mistake.
I regret it dearly, and I had no idea she was your mother.
You were in my bed.
There was a picture of me on the nightstand.
Okay, in our defense, it was incredibly dark,
and we'd been drinking heavily.
Honestly, I regret the entire weekend.
Of course, don't tell your mother.
I'm gonna gut you like a fish.
The guards have been paid off, I got 20 minutes with you,
and I won't need 10 to take out you and the boy.
A Romani fortune teller once gave me
an astonishingly-accurate peek into my future,
and I'm gonna do the same for you.
You and I are never gonna see each other again after tomorrow,
but when you do walk out of this calaboose,
I promise you this, within 24 hours of your release,
you'll be lying on the floor with a blade in your belly,
gurgling my name and begging to die.
Okay, then. Good talk.
Get some rest, fellas. It's gonna be a big day.
Yo, what was that? You trying to get us killed?
Please tell me that was a part of some bigger plan.
The plan is a bit of a work in progress.
One person is dead, classified intel is missing
and you don't want to arrest the pawnbrokers?
You have nothing connecting them to Hardekopf's death.
There's no way they're gonna keep that drive on-site.
Until you know where the drive is, arresting them
will guarantee we never get it back.
RESSLER: With Hardekopf dead, they'll sell on the open market
as soon as they have a buyer.
ARAM: They have one. -You have confirmation?
Well, I went to their website and noticed they have a great deal on this.
4K ultra, super slim, 65-inch with--
Wait for it. --a built-in camera to video-chat with friends via Wi-Fi.
-Which we hacked into. -You have eyes on the store?
Well, there's no audio, but 10 minutes ago, we saw this.
SAMAR: We cross-checked his image with the database
on foreign agents. His name is Niu Quaing.
He's a member of the Chinese intelligence service, MSS.
If the Chinese know what's on that drive, they know the NSA hacked their codes.
-They'll change them. -And years of work will be for nothing.
But the Chinese don't already know. The pawnbrokers would never tell them.
If they did, the Chinese would change the codes, the drive would be worthless,
which is the last thing that the pawnbrokers want.
Now, if they're good at their job, they'll tease them, bid the price up.
But until the Chinese buy that drive, they won't know what they have.
-Meaning, we have to buy it first. QUAYLE: I'm sorry.
You're expecting them to sell us back our own intel?
SAMAR: Not us.
Mossad.
[♪♪♪]
VONTAE: I risked my neck getting you a pen,
and instead of making a shank, you're writing a letter.
Vontae, any chance you've heard of William Floyd Collins?
Collins?
-No. What's he in for? -He's not an inmate.
He was a cave explorer in Kentucky around the turn of the last century.
He explored Kentucky because of the hundreds of miles
of interconnected underground caverns.
But in the winter of 1925, while trying to find a new entrance
to Crystal Cave, Collins became trapped
in a narrow crawlway 55 feet below ground.
But it's rumored that, in order to find an escape,
Collins lit a candle, held it up
and let the smoke draft point him toward an exit.
Here. Hand me the rat.
You know, that's a cute story, but this ain't no cave.
So, what's it got to do with us getting killed?
RAYMOND: If this little fella found his way in,
I bet he can find his way back out.
Like a draft of smoke or a carrier pigeon.
Some note on a rat?
Are you insane?
Ain't no message-in-a-bottle nonsense gonna work.
RAYMOND: Well, either way, we'll likely be dead by Friday.
[♪♪♪]
VONTAE: So long.
Bring us some luck, William Floyd Collins.
Heh. Collins died in the cave.
Thirst and hunger, compounded by exposure,
hypothermia after 14 days in a cave.
[SIGHS]
ARAM: Agent Navabi's transmitter is up. She's approaching now.
We have eyes. She's on-site.
Ressler and Keen, hold your positions. You only move in if we have a situation.
I don't like sending a Mossad agent to acquire classified data.
-What are you worried about? -Divided loyalties.
My instructions were clear.
Navabi knows to purchase that drive and bring it to me directly.
-And the Mossad? COOPER: It's a closed loop.
Only people who know about this operation are you
and the members of this task force. No one else, including the Mossad.
Delaine Uhlman?
You got something you wanna pawn?
No, you've got something I'd like to buy.
A hard drive containing classified data for the NSA.
I don't know what you're talking about.
That's funny, because a few hours ago,
you agreed to sell it to a member of the Chinese MSS.
-I'm here to outbid him. -I'm sorry.
There must be some mistake. This is a pawnshop--
That in the last two years, has pawned everything
from anthrax to poppy fields in Afghanistan.
I didn't catch your name.
Samar Navabi. I work with Mossad.
I'm here to pay you a lot of money, if you're smart enough to take it.
[♪♪♪]
I don't like letting her go in without a wire.
COOPER: Can't risk her being searched.
She doesn't have any.
-What's that? -Divided loyalties.
-We'll see. -We don't have to see. We already know.
DELAINE: Index and middle finger.
[SCANNER BEEPS]
Chinese fellow offered 2 million.
Well, if you'll take 2 million, you'll surely take 4.
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Hey, buddy.
What's going on?
What's this?
Yes, I know we had a sale, but she's with me now.
[♪♪♪]
Rod, don't back-talk.
Just get the pledge, meet me at the place.
I'll explain later.
Where are we going?
In our business, we have learned to take precautions.
We want to make sure that we're not being watched.
Aram, we've got no movement. You seeing anything in the store?
ARAM: It looks like they moved to a back room.
I don't like this.
Well, for what it's worth, you have quite the reputation.
Like they say, love what you do.
The Mossad knows what you do, just not why you started.
[ENGINE STARTS]
DELAINE: Rod and I bought the store in '76.
We didn't have any business sense at all.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]
I remember if somebody came in to pawn a bicycle,
Rod would check the registration number. Ha.
But then the '80s came, the downturn.
We almost lost the business.
We didn't really have any choice.
We had to take more collateral risk.
ARAM: We have a problem.
Agent Navabi's transponder started moving.
COOPER: Ressler, Keen. -She hasn't left.
-Did you lose her? ARAM: There must be a second exit.
I have her moving north on Martin Luther King Boulevard.
-They gave us the slip. RESSLER: We're on the move.
Hey, it's me.
Put me through.
-We have a problem here. -Yes, Harold Cooper.
We have a developing situation in Baltimore,
I need you to scramble unmarked units. Aram, location?
She turned east on Bentonhurst. Approaching Colfax.
Ressler, Keen, we're dispatching unmarks to you now.
Aram's gonna vector you toward that vehicle.
DEMBE: Feel free to count it. MAN: No, no. I'm-- I'm good.
I don't understand. Why are you giving me money?
Is this legal?
You found the note, you called the number and I came.
You did nothing wrong.
There are many cameras here. Maybe you should finish your work.
Yeah. Okay. Sure.
Thanks.
[♪♪♪]
One day you're pawning a Toshiba console...
the next, it's a stolen painting.
Shoot. Pretty soon, it's a block of C4.
I guess we got a reputation for doing things a little differently.
ARAM: Vector's currently showing a location at Park Street.
Ressler, do you have eyes on that vehicle?
Yeah, we tailed them to a parking structure
at the corner of Park and 16th.
All right. DMV record shows a '92 Buick Estate Wagon
registered to their business.
COOPER: Keen, I've got a skeleton unit on their way to you.
-Keen, you seeing this? -On my way. West stairwell.
[♪♪♪]
-Funds first. That's how it works. -If I'm going to pay, I have to see it.
I said, funds first.
Account number there. Wire transfer there.
ARAM: Keen, building security is sending me their feeds now,
it looks like you are in a civilian area.
Also, there is a van moving your way from two stories above.
All units stand down till I can confirm that Agent Navabi has that drive in hand.
DELAINE: Pleasure doing business with you.
She's got the case.
Breach. Go. Now. Breach. FBI. Hands in the air!
Hands! Hands!
Agent Keen, watch out.
ROD: Delaine!
LIZ: We're under fire! -What the hell's going on?
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
All units, we got an 11-54. Repeat. Black van, 11-54.
ROD: Delaine!
SAMAR: I'll call 911.
Help! Please! God, help!
[LINE RINGING]
AUTOMATED VOICE: If you'd like to make a call, please...
LIZ: All units, 10-71. Officers down! -If you'd like to make a call,
-I repeat, officers down! -hang up and try again.
If you need help, hang up and dial your operator.
ROD: It's gonna be okay.
Help is on the way. It's going to be okay.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[♪♪♪]
Ah.
[♪♪♪]
They must've found out the drive was sold to the Israelis.
Maybe Uhlman told the Chinese a new buyer was in the picture.
According to him, the Chinese don't know what was on the drive.
Well, they knew enough to know it was valuable.
Thank you. Aram just ID'd the guy that I shot.
Suspected MSS agent here on non-official cover.
-We need eyes on the airport. -They don't need the airport.
They have to get to the embassy.
[IN CHINESE] Arriving now.
Alert Beijing.
[♪♪♪]
[GATE BUZZES]
[GROANS]
RESSLER: Hands! Show me your hands!
SAMAR: Don't move. COOPER: Excellent news.
Our agents were able to intercept the Chinese.
We recovered the drive.
I have to admit, your task force, whoever they are, they're good.
I'd trust any one of them with my life.
It still bothers me, though, the meeting.
-The meeting? -The one sabotaged by the MSS.
How did the Chinese know? Wasn't the pawnbrokers.
They'd already sold out to the Mossad, and it wasn't Agent Navabi.
-Her loyalties are clear. -Director Cooper,
you assured me this op was a closed loop.
I also assured you I'd deliver this drive to you without accessing its contents.
I was unable to accommodate your request.
If your team accessed data from this drive...
We did. That Hardekopf kid, he was pretty smart.
His algorithm worked.
Our analysts are sifting through Chinese cables sent between Beijing
and their U.S. embassy.
It turns out the breach is extensive, as is their network of informants.
Your name's all over the cables.
You argued against us executing a warrant
to arrest the pawnbrokers. You wanted to give the Chinese time
to get that disk before we could.
You told them about our op.
You were never assisting the FBI. You're working for the Chinese.
You have no authority to access this drive.
Any information you have is a breach.
-It'll never hold up in court. -The less you say, the better.
[SIGHS]
Is he going to talk?
Not yet, but he will.
Told the Baltimore PD officer on the car ride over
that he's got a warehouse filled with illicit items
on Monument Street.
Everything from narcotics to stolen art
to military-grade weapons to counterfeit currency.
So, what are you waiting for?
Trying to figure out how to tell him his wife just died.
[RESSLER SIGHS]
[♪♪♪]
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
Yo, Mr. Reddington.
Hey, I've been thinking about this--
This thing, this dispute, and how it all started over my lunch meat.
Heh. That's a lovely sentiment,
but I'm afraid this conflict predates our acquaintance.
Just let me finish what I'm trying to say. You had my back.
You had it like nobody ever has,
not my father, not my friends, certainly none of these fools in here.
Nobody's ever given two dumps about me.
But you did, over some stupid pimento loaf.
So I want you to know...
I got you out there, okay?
No matter what happens, remember Vontae Jones got your back.
Thank you, Vontae.
Just don't get in the way of anything sharp.
[♪♪♪]
Over here, anciano.
Where's my record player?
You are one dumb son of a bitch.
Any last words? I'm sure we'd all like to hear them.
Go ahead. You first.
My accomplishments are an open book, but you, I don't know.
Coming clean might be good for your soul.
-What's that mean? -Well, surely your prison-yard playmates
would love to hear the truth.
That you're awaiting trial for and bragging about a crime you didn't commit?
It's true, isn't it?
Don't get me wrong.
You deserve to be incarcerated for any number of ungodly crimes,
but you didn't heist that armored truck.
How do you know he didn't?
RAYMOND: Because Ziggy Chapman and his kid brother, Tip,
stole the rig to pay off a debt they owed me.
I refused the cash, of course, as it was unlaundered
and the boys were way too hot, what with the dead guards.
The brothers had to pawn the damn truck along with its contents.
-You talk too much. -At least you're here telling lies
with your buddies instead of on the street,
looking over your shoulder for Anunzio Ross.
Why you did him dirty, I have no idea.
Anunzio has a long memory and a passion for vengeance,
which is, presumably, why you're not trying hard
to get out of here. Am I wrong?
[YELLING]
That acrid scent lingering in the air is bull feces.
The stench of a man who's in prison for a crime he didn't commit
but takes credit for because he's afraid of Anunzio Ross.
[SCREAMS]
[GUNSHOT]
WARDEN: That's it!
We're done!
Break it up!
Your lucky day, Baldomero.
Yeah? Why's that?
Your lawyer's here. Something about you getting out.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, what do you know?
LIZ: I hope it was worth it.
I gave you the pawnbrokers. I thought you'd be happy.
You gave us the pawnbrokers knowing we would raid their warehouse
and find evidence that proves Alfonse Baldomero was innocent
-of the crime he was being held for. -Is that why he was released?
You know it is.
I know I did what I had to do to stay alive to win my freedom.
You really think you're gonna get out of here?
I assume that was a rhetorical question.
I'm glad you're safe,
but now a criminal is walking the streets.
That may be.
But life is often surprising.
And death is even more so.
Baldomero, congrats.
Good to have you back.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
MAN: Baldomero, hey, good to see you out.
-I don't know you. -Nah.
But I know you.
[GRUNTING]
Anunzio Ross says hello.
[LINE RINGS]
MAN [OVER PHONE]: Hey, it's me.
Please tell Mr. Reddington thank you.
Mr. Ross is square with Baldomero.
I'll pass that along.
[♪♪♪]
Heard old-man Ross finally got square with Baldomero.
Ain't life a bitch?
♪ What do you got to do? ♪
♪ Watch the man, watch the man ♪
♪ Smokey's got his eye on you ♪
♪ Change the plan Got to change the plan ♪
♪ How you gonna walk the streets? ♪
♪ Head up high, head up high ♪♪
[♪♪♪]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Mr. Reddington.
RAYMOND: Ah. Vega.
Look at you, bearing gifts.
Come in, come in.
[♪♪♪]
Ah.
[CHUCKLES]
LIZ: That man is capable of anything.
He'll get the immunity agreement upheld.
-It's only a matter of days before he's out. -This should help.
-What is it? -A big break.
Buck felt so bad he couldn't recover Reddington's file
that he went back and tried again.
It's not the data, but it turns out the file names were coded
using patient-intake dates.
October 3rd, 1991.
-The date Reddington was admitted? -Mm-hm.
So you think if we find a surgery on or around this date,
that patient might know something?
Klepper, Gerald Todd.
Visited Dr. Koehler in December of '91.
Two months after Reddington.
Maybe that's close enough.
They might've crossed paths.
You know him?
LIZ: I don't.
But we're gonna find him.
♪ Baby, you ♪
VONTAE: Mr. Reddington.
Vontae, you look excited.
Well, Baldomero's cell is free and nice.
It's got a window.
Smells nice too.
I heard. I spoke with Officer Frye.
I think you'll be happier in there.
Wait. What about you?
I've grown rather fond of my dark little corner.
Are you a fan of champagne, Vontae?
I don't really know.
Well, let's give it a shot.
To the small things in life.
[SIGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
[♪♪♪]