Previously on The Blacklist:
-The president's expecting me. -I have to show this to the Americans.
You have to tell them, but I'm keeping the dossier.
-Sir? We can't trust them with the proof
until we know who's involved.
Christopher Miles, former MI6.
If there is a dossier
he's precisely the kind of intelligence officer who would compile it.
The assistant attorney general, plotting against America.
We thought she had the dossier, but she doesn't.
This is everything we worked for.
You need to mobilize your men.
Find the dossier before Reddington does,
and we finish this.
Tell me.
Uh... Blue, definitely.
"Definitely" definitely? or too-busy-to-focus definitely?
"Definitely" definitely, you will land this account, blue or red.
Hello, my love.
When you do, we should celebrate.
-Pick a winner, buddy. -Blue has four letters.
I hate the number 4, go red.
Sound reasoning.
-Wish me luck. -Luck.
You have the Joint Chiefs at 4, the DNI at 5.
And then you and the first lady are honoring veterans.
I'll meet you in the briefing room.
-Did you get it? -Mr. Sandquist has--
-Yes or no? -We are about to, Mr. President.
Well, you better,
or heads will roll...
His and yours.
-Hey, how's it going? -What are you up to?
-What are you talking about? -The drive you asked me to decrypt,
do you have any idea what's on it?
The drive contains the dossier. -I thought McMahon had the dossier.
That's what we all thought, but Reddington said
McMahon hired a finder to locate it.
Did the finder tell Reddington where it is?
Yes, after he told McMahon.
Moreau slipped the drive
into the backpack of a passing child named Parker Grimm.
She already has a head start.
Ressler, scramble WFO SWAT and coordinate with Keen.
Aram, alert the Grimms.
If what Reddington said is true, they have no idea Bastien Moreau
slipped the plans for an attack into their son's backpack.
Okay.
I won't be long.
Tammy Grimm?
Yeah, that's right.
-But I'm just running to the store-- -I'm with the Secret Service.
-Is something wrong? -It's about your son.
A plot against the United States?
On the drive I found under my son's bed?
-You need to get over here. -Is this a surprise party?
What? No. It's not--
-I specifically told Tammy, I didn't want-- -It's not a surprise party.
All right, tell me what it says.
-Voicemail. -Try his wife.
The man who put the drive in your backpack was a terrorist.
But why? I mean, why me?
Can't say, it's a matter of national security.
Which is why you need to give it to me.
Well, we would if we could, but my husband couldn't open it.
-So we took it to a friend. -I'll need the friend's name.
I need his name.
She didn't pick up either. If something happens to that kid or his family...
Couldn't we prevent that by arresting McMahon?
Based on what? Reddington's word?
The proof is on that drive. We need to get it first.
Sam Watley, Special Agent Sandquist, Secret Service.
I believe you know why I'm here.
-Sorry, I don't. -Mind if I come in?
-I was just on my way out. -Change your plans.
Where is it? Where's what?
The drive? What are you talking about?
Where is it?
FBI.
Clear.
Top floor clear.
Either they're either a messy family, or else they left in a hurry.
Or they were taken.
-All clear. -No signs of forced entry?
No, sir. The family left on its own.
How do you know that?
This would've been easier if I found what I was looking for.
Please, that's all I have.
Yes, a copy. I need the original.
I saw what you're planning.
-You will-- Ah! -The drive.
Did Grimm keep it?
This needs to be done in under an hour.
Disposal and cleanup.
Why?
Because I love my country.
-Aram, are you getting this? -Yeah, we're patched into their system.
This was taken 40 minutes ago.
He looks panicked.
That's it.
That's the drive.
From the look on his face, I'd say he knows what's on it.
-Why wouldn't he call the police? -Probably because what's on it
makes him think he can't trust them or us.
Or maybe because an hour earlier, this guy showed up.
Who is he? -No idea. He avoided the cameras.
We know 40 minutes ago, they were okay,
but what we don't know is where they are.
If I put out a BOLO, McMahon will know, it could lead her to them.
So we have to find three people who don't wanna be found
who are probably using fake names and cash.
-Which means we have nothing to go on. You said they think they can't trust us.
If they've seen the dossier and it indicates the government's involved,
they think we're looking for them
on every CCTV monitor, surveillance feed,
or private video the government has access to.
That rules out airports, train, bus stations.
You think they haven't left the city?
An insurance broker and his teacher wife and kid?
Yeah, I think they're laying low in a motel room,
scared to death.
If you right and they're hiding,
we're still looking for a very small needle in a very large haystack.
Yeah, but I think I have a way to narrow it down.
No sign of the targets.
But the FBI is on-site.
-Yeah. -Did you find Grimm?
No, and neither have the FBI, but they were at his house,
which means they know the dossier's in play.
I should've killed him when I had the chance.
-Who? -Who do you think?
The bane of our existence.
The reason the FBI's now one step ahead of us.
Reddington.
Reddington?
Elizabeth.
Rogelio, I need to talk to him.
What you need is Jin to work your pressure points.
Bronchitis, asthma, migraines.
You've gotta problem, reflexology will rub it out.
The man is a healer.
The Grimms have the dossier.
But they're on the run with it. We need Rogelio to help us find them.
Sadly, that's all I have time for. Sadly, that's all I have time for.
Sometime this year would be good.
So be it, but when my sinusitis flares up,
I'm blaming you.
My friend...
Guess he's still angry.
I admire her joie de vivre. -That's not an apology.
I hired Rogelio's niece to work in my warehouse in Lisbon.
Before we started, our margins were 18 percent.
-After, 13 percent. -You blame her? My angel?
Your angel slept with my foreman.
And when his wife forced him to quit, she slept with his replacement.
-She likes powerful men, is that a crime? -No, it isn't.
Will you just apologize?
Me?
Her snogging cost me my entire management team.
We need his help.
Rogelio, I'm sorry.
Great, let's skip the kisses and hugs and get straight to business.
We're looking for a family who doesn't want to be found.
A husband, wife and 11-year-old son.
We think they're holed up in a hotel within a 60-mile radius of D.C.
I need you to circulate their photo to every maid, busboy and janitor
in your undocumented army.
I'll pay 20,000 to the person who locates them,
50,000 if they do so by dinner.
Speaking of, we passed a Bolivian food cart
that serves the best tucumanas this side of Sucre.
When you have news, that's where we'll be.
-How stupid do you think I am? -Good to see you too.
You think you can lie and I won't know it?
That you can go behind my back and succeed?
The Grimm family. What's your interest in them?
I'll be happy to tell you after you tell me why you're having my agents followed.
I assume that's how you know what they're up to without my informing you.
The only thing that's important is you didn't inform me, so do.
You wanna be informed? Fine, I'll inform you.
You're involved in a plot against this country.
You know why we're looking for the Grimms because you're looking too.
They have a flash drive that details your treason.
I'll have your job for this.
I'm sure you will.
Unless we get the drive first. I can't prove a thing without it.
Or stop you from whatever it is you're planning.
The only thing I'm planning is to shut you down.
Go ahead and try.
I know we were supposed to talk, but I have to reschedule.
I'll call you and figure out when.
Mmm.
A deep-fried pocket of heaven for your thoughts.
I was supposed to meet Scottie and figure out a transition plan
to bring Agnes home.
The reason I'm not with her is because I thought
figuring out who you really were would put her in harm's way.
Now, I know it won't, but...
in trying to find out if you were the devil, I learned my mother was.
That tape they played at your trial?
She destroyed my father. She's the reason he ran.
I shot him, but she's responsible for his death.
-Your mother can't hurt you. -Because she's dead?
The Russians don't seem to think so.
When Ressler was trying to help me find out who you were,
he went looking for her and was confronted by the KGB
about what he found out.
What if I bring Agnes back and they're right
and she's alive and finds us
and she's more of a threat to Agnes than you ever were?
Raymond.
-I may have something. -Ha.
Before I give you the address, I want an apology.
I'm pretty sure I already apologized.
No, not to me, to my angel.
Luciana, I am very sorry
I forgot what my father always told me:
"No good deed goes unpunished."
You look stunning.
I'm doing this out of respect for their service.
Not as a photo-op.
It's both, actually.
We are gearing up for a re-election campaign.
Are we?
Because I'm pretty sure there's something you have to do first.
And you haven't done it.
Mr. President.
You have a call.
Do it, Robert.
Or I will.
Ladies and gentlemen, First Lady Miriam Diaz.
This better be good news.
The deputy director of the FBI just accused me of being a traitor.
So he got the drive.
No, and he can't prove anything unless he does.
Why are we talking, when you should be making sure that doesn't happen?
Sir, I think we should consider a change of plans.
Absolutely not.
The situation is untenable. We proceed as planned.
Now, get that drive.
The president and I are so grateful
for the sacrifices you've made in defense of our country.
They're being followed?
If you'd have let me know you had a location--
-That's what I'm doing, Harold. -After Keen and Ressler are on the scene.
-McMahon knows we're after the dossier. -She does.
If she thinks that's what they went to the motel to get, she'll come with force.
They're going in unaware and without backup.
The manager confirmed it. This is it.
Mr. Grimm, FBI, open the door.
Ressler.
Hey, no, stop.
Please don't hurt him, he doesn't know anything.
We're here to help.
We know you have the flash drive.
Then you don't know what's on it.
Why do you say that?
If you did, you'd know we could never trust you.
People in the government are involved in a plot against this country.
Why should we believe you're not part of it?
Because if we were, you'd be dead already.
-Sam... -Who's Sam?
Sam's a security analyst, the most tech-savvy person we know.
When I saw the drive was password-protected, I gave him a copy.
Was he able to read it?
Yeah, it freaked him out.
He said to come to his house.
Something about German intelligence and a plot against America.
By the time I got to him, two men were there.
If you are who you say, you'll send someone to his house.
-We have the Grimms. -Bring them in fast.
McMahon found you. You're being followed.
If her team isn't there yet, they will be soon.
You said you gave Sam a copy? Tell me you have the original.
I mailed it to The Washington Post.
People need to know what's going on. When they do, we won't be a target.
-Jonathan Grimm? -Yeah.
Special Agent Tyson, Secret Service. Sir, we need you to come with us, please.
Agents Keen and Ressler, FBI. What's going on?
We believe Mr. Grimm may be in danger.
Grimm and his family are safe in our custody.
-You need to come with us. -Sorry. Not happening.
Stand down.
Mr. Grimm.
With me, right now.
Hold up, we're federal agents. You're not taking him anywhere.
-That's him -Who?
That man who's in charge, he came to our house earlier today.
He showed me a badge.
-I told him we gave the drive to Sam. -And you saw him?
We're operating under the DHS secretary.
-This is for the safety of your family. -Don't listen to him.
This man doesn't have authority to take you.
-Want me to get the secretary on a line? -That won't be necessary.
Mrs. Grimm...
I went to see your friend, Mr. Watley.
It was a dead end.
I told you how important the information on that drive is.
That's him.
Mr. Grimm, if you don't come with us I can place you under arrest.
These people, these agents,
-I don't know their involvement or interests. That's him!
That's the guy.
The one I told you about. He's the one who tortured Sam.
Oh, God. -I said, get in the car, now.
Put it down, easy.
I said put the gun down.
Better holster that weapon before you make another decision you'll regret.
-Jon, do not get in that car. We're taking him with us.
You have no idea who you're dealing with, Ressler.
-Stand down. Not a chance.
Gun.
Hit. Point black.
I'm out.
The supply case is in back, can you get to it?
We're exposed, take the wife if you can. Get rid of the kid and the two agents.
No!
-Please, no! Jonathan!
-Keen, got eyes on Grimm? -I can't get him.
-You all right? -I'm fine.
-Get everyone out of here. -Where are you going?
After the dossier.
These poor people.
Neck-deep in a world of hurt that has nothing to do with them.
Did you get Reddington?
Please tell me he tracked that fake Secret Service and got Grimm.
No, we haven't heard from him, but we do know they're not fake.
Agents identified the deceased as one Steven Jacob Tyson,
a special agent detailed to the National Threat Assessment Center.
-What about the burner? -Right.
I ran the info from the SIM card.
That phone has only corresponded with four numbers in six months,
none of which I've been able to ID.
I'm running a tap on all four, but there's nothing I can do until someone calls.
-Reddington. I lost them.
Grimm and the dossier.
That's bad, but this is potentially worse.
Grimm's wife told us the man who came to their house was Milian Sandquist.
-I've seen him at the White House. -It's not surprising.
He's one of the president's body men.
Grimm also said he's the one who tortured their friend.
We sent units to Watley's house.
-He's missing and his computer's gone. -His house is as neat as a pin?
-Yes, it was. -He's not missing, he's dead.
They sent a cleaner.
If the people closest to the president are corrupted,
the president's life's in danger.
-Or he's part of the conspiracy. -Let's be realistic.
"Realistic," Donald?
Might I remind you, I blackmailed your president
over $300 million in illegal campaign contributions
he took from a Russian oligarch over three years ago.
The man has money, not sense.
If the DOJ and Secret Service are involved
we have to warn Diaz directly.
Do that and you show your hand.
To the commander-in-chief.
There's no scenario where I can sit on information that the president's in danger.
Aram, stay on MPD. See if they can tell us about Grimm's whereabouts.
Where are you going? -To see the president.
What do you mean, you mailed the drive?
-Mailed it where? -To a friend, at The Post.
Her name is Stacy Aguilar. We went to college together.
-She's a reporter? -Yeah.
She's one of their national security correspondents.
You thought giving the dossier to this friend was gonna keep you safe?
If you let me go, if you don't hurt me, I can contact her.
No, that's not how this works.
I can get it back.
How do you know she has it? -Why wouldn't she?
So you say you mailed it, when?
After Jon got back from Sam's.
Have you found him?
-Do you know where my husband is? -We're still looking.
But right now, I need you to focus on that drive.
What mailbox?
I want the location.
No, listen, please...
Okay.
Okay, okay, stop.
It was on our way out of the city.
We went over the Key Bridge, drove right into Rosslyn.
The box is on the corner.
If you're lying...
our situation will be markedly more difficult.
Please, I'm not lying, I promise.
This is good, right?
We can get to the drive before Sandquist.
I'm not sure.
If Tammy told us, then Jon told his captors
-And if he told them that means-- -They're on their way.
I may have some good news.
You figured out who was calling that burner?
Not yet, but I did check with the post office in Rosslyn.
It turns out that specific box Grimm used to mail the drive
was scheduled for pick-up over three hours ago.
Meaning the dossier's not there. We still have a chance.
Aram, get in touch with Rosslyn.
Have them locate the truck and driver, tell them we're on our way.
Harold Cooper to see the president.
Yes, Mr. Cooper, I'll him know you're here.
No, please I need to talk to the postmaster.
Yes, urgent.
Ma'am, I already told you I'm with the FBI and this is a matter-- Okay.
Yup, I know you're busy too, but this...
Okay. I'm sorry now-- Uh, you have to hold on.
Give me a second.
-Okay, what is it? -It just came online.
Literally 20 seconds ago.
-Aram, I need to call you back. No, no, no.
Don't do that, it's about one of the numbers we pulled from Tyson's burner.
-I'm at the White House. -One of them is live, like, right now.
And it's Anna McMahon.
-Speaking to whom? -I don't know.
Uh, I'm pulling it up.
The Secret Service is aware of the incident,
but none of it is traceable to you.
And if it is?
You simply say agents in your detail were killed trying to obtain intel
about an attack on this country.
They died doing their patriotic duty.
The FBI know differently. Only Cooper and his task force.
Which may be to our advantage.
Okay. Whoever's receiving the call, they're on a burner.
Has he seen the dossier?
This is a chance to find out. Hold on.
Yeah.
Talk to Cooper, see what he knows.
You're positioned to find out how far they are.
Fine.
But I already know the answer.
Too far.
You were right.
Tell me something I don't know.
The president's involved in McMahon's plot against the U.S.
How is this even possible?
Diaz?
The highest office in the country.
-That explains the Secret Service. -But the president?
-Involved in a plot against America? -To do what? And why?
I feel terrible, I voted for him.
Diaz already phoned me twice, and that's not a call I can dodge.
The only way to unravel this is with that drive.
Where are we at with the mail truck?
Oh, no, nothing, uh, not yet.
I got distracted by the president-is-part-of-the-conspiracy thing.
Well, it's out there and we need to find it before Sandquist and McMahon.
Earl Wilson?
Agent Sandquist, Secret Service.
We're acting on a credible threat you may be
unintentionally transporting classified material.
Classified material? Am I in some kind of danger?
We believe one of the boxes on your route was used as a dead drop.
We need to escort you to a secure site where we can explain everything.
All right, okay, sure. Yeah.
Hey, mister,
we got two other trucks that run pick-ups in this neighborhood.
Do you want me to notify my supervisor?
-Hey! Go! You gotta go. Hey, quiet.
Who's that?
One of our suspects.
Oh, okay.
Um...
What did you say your name was again?
Go. Run. They'll kill you.
No. No, no.
No.
Get him off the street and into the truck.
Quiet.
Help me.
Aram, what is it?
I've got bad news.
The mail truck is a Grumman LLV built 30 years ago.
-So there's no radio, no GPS. -No way to track it.
What about the carrier's cell?
That's the thing. the driver's name is Earl Wilson.
Forty-five, married with two kids. Now, the kids are in middle school.
The wife says they use an app to track their movement.
-Tell me he's logged in. -He was logged in before the signal died.
His last location was headed
northeast on Rhode Island Avenue, just past Eckington,
which is over eight miles off his route.
Bags, let's go.
Is this where we think he is? No, that's the problem.
The vehicle was traveling at 68 miles per hour when the signal died.
So it tells us the direction he was headed, not where he is.
Pull CCTV in the area.
Have local police canvas the area where the abduction took place.
Find a witness, whatever it takes.
We need to find that driver.
Mr. Grimm.
We have a problem?
No, it's just-- I can't-- Without my glasses, I can't see.
Hey.
It's a bad idea.
Pepper spray.
Take it easy.
We're all here to help you, Jon.
-Tell us what we're looking for. I don't know.
It's a small envelope, padded, like a bubble-wrapped envelope,
maybe five by seven.
Okay, gentlemen, you heard the man.
Small padded envelope,
Stacy Aguilar, The Washington Post.
Let's get to work.
Sir.
Sir, I think I figured it out.
Not by tracking the driver, but Sandquist.
-Tracking Sandquist? -I can't believe I didn't think of it.
He is Secret Service.
So I accessed their employment files, which is legal,
and I pulled his phone number.
Which you tracked.
-Which is not so legal. -You have an address?
Six miles north of where Earl's phone went dead.
Nice work. Notify MPD, tell them we're on our way.
That's the last bag.
-I'm telling you, I'm trying. Not hard enough.
Maybe you need some incentive.
The mailman. Bring him over here.
No, please.
I'll find it.
No, no, no. Please, please, no.
No, no, no, please.
What do we know?
-No movement, no one in or out. No idea who's inside.
We can't wait.
Please, stop, I'm begging you.
I don't think we'll stop until you find that letter.
Maybe you stopped the wrong truck.
-We got the wrong guy. -I don't know, Mr. Wilson.
Think we got the wrong guy?
-I'm looking. I'm looking. -Mr. Grimm.
You had the help of six men and we're looking.
What worries me is that you lied to me.
The drive isn't here.
Now, we can do this without you.
We can simply open each piece ourselves.
Before we do that, before I blind poor Mr. Wilson for life...
I'm gonna give you one more chance.
FBI. Show me your hands.
Call it in, we need a medevac.
Take him. I'm going after Sandquist.
Hang on, hang on. -My shirt...
Don't talk, we've got help on the way.
Pocket.
Listen to me, you hear my voice?
Hang on.
Stay with us.
Hey, stay with us.
Anything on the dossier yet?
-Keen and Ressler are en route. -Don't you love the anticipation?
The moment before the curtain goes up,
wondering if the show will live up to all the hype and expectation?
-I'm rooting for underwhelming. -Aw...
Whatever intel the dossier contains,
too many people have been killed to keep it secret.
Jon Grimm, Christopher Miles, Ava Ziegler.
You were nearly killed.
I never properly thanked you for making sure that didn't happen.
-I was doing my job. -Harold, you respect authority,
you follow the chain of command
and yet you marched into the White House
and ordered the president to stay my execution.
Desperate times.
What you did wasn't a desperate measure.
It was an act of bravery and friendship.
I can count on one hand the number of people to whom I owe my life.
You are one of them.
For that, I am forever grateful.
They're here.
Aram.
Okay, just give me a second.
I need to make sure we run through our AV malware.
Remember when classified documents were classified documents, Harold?
Typewritten on onionskin,
mimeographed and stamped "Top Secret," just like in the spy movies?
That was fun.
-Simpler times, I suppose. -All right, here we go.
"The Princip Initiative."
What's that? "Princip"?
Gavrilo Princip,
the Bosnian Serb who assassinated Archduke Ferdinand of Austria.
That single act set into motion the chain of events
that ignited the first World War.
What are we looking at?
Codenames. Operational details.
There's a hyperlink here.
Madame Ziegler, if you're watching this,
it's because your people have vetted my story.
As you know, in September,
the BND contracted my private security firm
for an intelligence gathering operation.
It was during that op that I unintentionally stumbled upon a plot.
One to assassinate the sitting president.
Wait...
-Diaz's plan is to assassinate-- -Himself?
So much for underwhelming.
Contained in this dossier are the cables, intercepts and secret sources
I've used to unravel this plot.
There's a lot of data-sourcing here.
The operation appears to be led
by Anna McMahon,
a high-ranking official in the Justice Department.
I believe McMahon along with select others,
are working in concert with members of the president's security detail.
He doesn't sound like he thinks the president is in on this.
I don't know why this is happening or who initiated the hit,
but I do know the when and where.
President Diaz and his opponent will be conducting a series of debates.
I believe the hit will be carried out during one.
I'm not sure who I can trust within the U.S. government
which is why I'm coming to you.
Because we have a history, because I can trust you...
And because I think...
you have the best chance to save Robert Diaz's life.
There are three debates.
One last month, one next month and one tomorrow at the Philmont.
See if the Third Estate pulled a permit to protest outside.
You told us McMahon had nothing to do with them.
She doesn't, but perhaps she wanted us to think she did.
Why? How does it fit in now?
The Third Estate are domestic terrorists
dedicated to bringing down the rich and powerful.
I'm sorry, but am I understanding this correctly?
The American president is part of a plot to assassinate himself.
-It doesn't make sense. -What are we missing?
He's not gonna kill himself.
Uh, okay, it looks like the Third Estate will be protesting at the venue.
Of course they will.
They hate Diaz, McMahon needs a patsy.
Who better to blame for decapitating the head of state
than a group named after people who decapitated heads of state?
The debate is tomorrow.
That gives us a day to figure out how to prevent it.
But if the president supposedly wants this to happen we can't inform him
or the Secret Service.
So we're on our own and on a clock.
I want the blueprints to that venue and the path to Diaz's motorcade.
I don't care if the president is involved in a plot to assassinate himself or not.
Our job is to keep that from happening.
POTUS is about two minutes out.
-It's over. They have the dossier. -We don't know that, listen to me--
Listening to you got me shot and five of my men killed.
-They know. -Which is why we can't call if off.
They'll arrest us and we'll hang for treason.
We will hang for treason.
Not if someone else takes the blame.
-The Third Estate can't save us now. -No, only Reddington can.
Reddington?
We can get what we want and take him down, once and for all.
But if POTUS knows we lost the dossier, he'll get cold feet.
Diaz cannot know the truth.
Milian, listen to me...
I know we haven't always agreed on tactics,
but you have to trust me on this one.
How do you feel?
Fine, sir.
Next question, and this time, I want an honest answer.
Did you get it?
Yes, sir, we did.
Tell me this makes sense to you.
The president conspiring to kill himself.
He took foreign money to get elected.
Who knows what else he's done?
Maybe people found out and the walls are closing in
and he prefers to go out as a martyr to the cause.
Many presidents only live for their legacy.
Whatever the reason, he's carrying a heavy burden.
People who kill themselves always are.
Burdens they can't imagine ever being able to cast off.
Are you talking about the president or my mother?
Your mother was not as bad as...
I understand why you might think she was, but she wasn't.
She was a young woman trying to make sense of a world
that was falling apart around her.
She was on one side of an unbridgeable divide.
Your father was on the other and you were in between.
Over the years, your mother's legend has grown.
Mythic spy, bloodless turncoat.
In the process, people forgot the person behind the legend, but I haven't.
If she were here...
I'm sure she'd tell you she...
made so many mistakes, she was...
scared and uncertain...
and...
just...
trying to do the best she could.
Bring Agnes home, Elizabeth.
If there's any risk...
There isn't.
Bring her home.
Thank you.
If you need me, I'll be at Jin's.
-Sinusitis acting up again? -Ah, sciatica.
I'm telling you, the man is a wizard.
Be sure to get all case files, paperwork, electronics.
-Oh, my God, this can't be good. -What?
What are you doing? -Put your hands where I can see them.
What's happening?
McMahon's here with DHS agents.
Agent Mojtabai, you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.
Murder? What... Um...?
Ressler, what's going on?
They're arresting everyone.
You're going to prison. You and your team.
And why is that?
Because I know about your plot to assassinate the president.
My plot?
You know we have the dossier.
Diaz refused to commute Reddington's sentence
so he convinced you to seek retribution.
-Getting us before we get you. -You have the right to remain silent.
I suggest you exercise it.
You do know you actually need proof. We have it, you don't.
What I have are five dead Secret Service agents,
murdered by your task force for trying to stop your conspiracy.
-No one will believe you. No one has to.
I have CCTV footage that proves your agents murdered them.
And Jon Grimm. Who tortured and murdered him?
I'm certain there's footage that confirms your agents did.
-Doctored footage. He and his friend, Sam Watley.
Poor men, gunned down for simply trying to blow the whistle
on corruption in law enforcement.
You won't get away with this.
Take him downstairs.
Harold...
I told you I'd shut you down.
I can't just stand here.
-I gotta do something. -Wait, Elizabeth...
Elizabeth...