The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 18 - Philomena (No. 61) - full transcript

Thanks.
Put that on my tab.
Be right back.
No strings attached.
You just look like you're having a tough night.
Thank you.
Lippinger-Carter, right?
I thought you looked familiar. I've seen you in
the elevator. The elevator. Yeah.
Marketing. Portfolio management.
Which is what exactly?
Boring. Hmm.
Do you mind if I... No.
But I warn you, I'm not very
Good company.
No problem.
And if you're looking for a good bridge to jump off,
I know all the best.
Roosevelt's closest.
Yeah. But key bridge is so much more picturesque.
I'm Joe.
I'm Philomena.
Wait. Can anyone see us?
No. We're good.
Wait, wait.
Wait, it's stuck.
What happened?
Kaplan.
I thought... I was dead.
I know.
The reports were greatly exaggerated.
A Katai fellowship.
You do realize how prestigious that is?
When is the meeting? This afternoon.
Mrs. Panabaker's here. And she does not look happy.
Samar was nominated for a Katai fellowship.
No kidding. That is so fantastic.
We should see what she wants.
She can't hate me forever, right?
That depends. Define "forever".
Eighty-six bodies at an ice rink in Reston.
An anonymous tipster claims
every one of them's a former associate
or competitor of Raymond Reddington.
Yeah. And?
Eighty-six bodies, agent Ressler, 86!
It wasn't our idea to paper a deal
with the most dangerous criminal in the western hemisphere.
That decision was made by Diane Fowler at main justice.
Please, Harold.
Is that the "just following orders" card I hear slapping the felt?
It wasn't my idea to be put in charge of this task force.
Ressler was chasing after Reddington for years
trying to put him behind bars.
Agent Keen has had her life turned inside out.
I sympathize. Really, I do.
But we've got a political hurricane on our hands
and everybody is heading to the storm cellar.
And if they connect those bodies to you,
main justice will cut ties and disavow.
The Ag has fast-tracked an investigation into the bodies.
Way I hear it, man in charge on the case
is wild as a peach orchard hog.
What a stink.
That stink...
That stink is the smell of injustice.
These people aren't victims. They worked with Reddington.
What's that supposed to mean exactly?
That their wives didn't love them?
That their kids don't miss them?
That their murders should go unsolved?
Is that what you're saying,
officer Winchell? Hmm?
You're messing with me, right?
No, I ain't messing with you.
It was a pleasure to meet you, officer Winchell.
Special agent Julian Gale.
Now I'm gonna need some space.
Everybody!
I want this site cleared.
Yes, you. Let's go. All of you. Come on.
Let's go.
Everyone out. Thank you,
and goodbye.
I'm sorry.
This is all my fault.
Excuse me. Carl?
Sorry to bother you at work. Ethan Begby.
Uh, sheriff gave me your name and address.
Sheriff?
No, no. Nothing like that.
I'm looking for my aunt Kate.
I understand you picked her up along the highway a few months ago.
Apparently someone happened to spot her in your truck
and mentioned it to the sheriff.
She said her name was Sheila.
Ah! I was afraid of that.
We think she was in an accident.
We found her car in a ravine along with her medication.
Sweet as pie, Kate.
And still fairly sharp when she's on her meds.
But without those pills...
My ma had dementia before the cancer got her.
Oh, I'm so sorry. It's a terrible, terrible thing.
The whole family's been frantic since she disappeared.
She was okay last I saw her.
Yes? Where was that, exactly?
Good afternoon.
I'd like to enquire about one of your previous guests.
And you are?
Officer Simmons. State police.
I can always tell.
Must be something in the voice.
So what can I do you for, sir?
I'm looking for a woman traveling alone.
She's gone missing.
And all evidence indicates
she may have stayed here on the night of November 10th.
I'm hoping you have some record. Yeah.
Right. It's in here.
Yes. Sheila barker.
Five nights. She paid cash.
Room four.
I need to look at that room.
Your life as you know it is over, Joe.
But I'm going to give you the chance I was denied.
All you have to do is walk away.
Leave Raymond Reddington.
I won't betray him.
The answer is no.
The person who unearthed the bodies goes by the name of Mr. Kaplan.
She's Reddington's cleaner and one of his closest confidantes.
Why is she at war with him?
Ressler. I got two questions for you.
One. What are you working on? And two. Can you get reassigned?
Gale? Donnie.
What do you mean, reassigned?
I didn't even know you were still with the bureau.
Yeah.
I had to, uh, step away for a bit.
But I'm back
and I'm standing in the middle of a freezing cold ice-skating rink
surrounded by 86 corpses.
The bureau called me up.
They want me to connect them to Reddington.
So I called you to see if you want to work together again.
I don't know. What do you mean, you don't know?
Did you not hear me? I'm talking about Reddington.
Look, I heard what you said. I'm just...
I'm just in the middle of something. All right?
Okay. Well, does it involve bringing down Reddington?
Not exactly.
Well, then it's not important.
Do me a favor. Think about it.
Actually, no.
Don't think about it and get your ass down here
so we can finally finish what we started.
Everything okay?
No, it's not.
That was the peach orchard hog.
Name's Julian Gale.
We worked together on that Reddington task force.
He asked me to join him.
Maybe you should.
Keep up with the investigation. Stay a step ahead.
You don't need me to stay one step ahead of his investigation,
'cause I'll tell you right now what he's gonna find.
The truth.
What must be known eventually should be known immediately.
Yeah.
Raymond. We have a problem.
Peracchio's been arrested.
What? How?
Trussed like a Tom Turkey and dumped in front of the 9th precinct.
A detailed financial statement tying him to you pinned to his chest.
It would seem Kate has started her endgame.
Pull the fire alarm, Marvin, let the others know,
go to ground. Got it.
That includes you.
Wherever you are, leave. Assume you've been made.
I didn't just get born, Raymond.
I've been at large for two years now.
You're not safe. Nobody is.
I'll be in touch.
Something else I can help you with?
You're entirely too helpful.
I wanna hear those tapes.
I'm not some type of sicko, you know?
People fascinate me.
I'm not here to judge. I just need to hear Sheila's tape.
She was a peculiar one.
A real loner.
Hardly a word from her all day,
and then she'd cry like a baby in her sleep.
Now, I get it all 'cause the recorders are voice-activated.
If you'll give me a minute, sir.
Hello, I'm staying at the pine needle motor court.
Do you deliver out this way?
No, no service today. I only need a few clean towels, please.
Thank you for coming, miss...
Please, call me Philomena.
Please, call me Philomena.
She uses a mononym, Philomena.
This woman has elevated
the rickety practice of bounty hunting
to a, sort of, performance art.
One of the most effective ways to retrieve an unwilling target
is to slip under their radar,
get close, make a friend,
that's where Philomena shines.
I'm sorry to interrupt,
but agent Keen told us about Mr. Kaplan.
And I need to ask.
Is it true that you shot her because she tried to help agent Keen
and her family escape to a normal life?
Yes.
Unfortunately, Mr. Kaplan's efforts
ran counter to her intended consequence.
Mr. Kaplan has told the authorities about the ice rink.
The bodies.
They've ordered an investigation.
I'm sure they have.
This is a real problem.
We're talking about 86 bodies.
Not an innocent bystander in the bunch, Harold.
Still, 86.
I suppose it's lucky they haven't started popping up overseas.
Still, in all, the problem we're talking about, Harold,
is a political one.
Rest assured, your government
will sweep this whole tawdry mess under a rug
providing we continue to deliver the goods on my list.
So, Philomena.
After studying her subject for weeks, or even months,
and acquiring whatever skills she might need along the way,
Philomena enters her target's life as if by mere coincidence,
or accident.
Oh, my god!
Are you all right? Yeah, I think so...
No. Don't move. No, it's okay, it's okay.
I'm fine. Ow! Oh, my god.
I'm totally fine. At least let me pay
for the damage to your bike. Okay.
Let's just exchange information, okay?
Philomena's Patience and subtlety are what make her so credible.
And you think Mr. Kaplan hired her to kidnap your finance guy?
Joe Peracchio, yes.
And if my instincts are correct,
she's going after more of my people right now.
I'm off to see an individual
who, I believe, also employed her services.
I suggest that you start at the bar where Peracchio was last seen.
Navabi, see what you can find at the abduction site.
Keen, go with Reddington.
So, I get a babysitter now?
I haven't had a babysitter since Brenda Gilroy.
My god. Pot pies, Lawrence Welk, bath time with Brenda.
Still my perfect Saturday night.
Excellent. Excellent. Can I help you?
Yes, congratulations, congressman Edelstein.
Aron's going to make you and your wife very, very proud.
Do we know you?
Howard Klein, the Swidlow Bris?
It's okay, just consider me a fellow traveler.
One who understands and appreciates
the importance of strong family bonds
and the critical role these milestones play in forging them.
Yes, of course.
It's the small things. Mmm?
Like bricks in a fortress.
And well worth defending, by the way.
Or hiring someone to defend.
Like, ah, Philomena, for instance.
Can you give us a moment?
Who the hell are you?
You engaged Philomena
to compromise a certain tennis instructor
at the town and country racquet club
who was carrying on a long-term fervid affair with your wife,
thereby preserving your marriage for this happy occasion.
I believe his name was chip. What kind of a name is that? Chip.
Is it short for something? Chipper? Chipwick or...
What do you want? Money?
All I want is to know the means by which you contacted Philomena.
Consider it a mitzvah.
There's a place on 29th, Randy's boot emporium.
You go to the repair counter in the back
and ask for ticket 652.
After you've been vetted, if you're cleared, you'll get a call.
Sir, Mr. Reddington was right.
Twenty seconds after he left,
the owner of the boot store made a call.
I'm tracing it now, but the route package
is hidden within multiple layers of encryption. So...
DC Metro found Peracchio's car abandoned in Adams Morgan.
There's not much to go on,
but they did find traces of cement powder on the floor mat.
Cement powder?
It was mixed with copper,
which indicates that the powder was transferred
from an active construction site.
Dispatch ERT to gather samples from construction sites,
starting where they recovered the car and fanning out from there.
Uh, I'll do it.
Uh, agent Navabi has her interview for the Katai fellowship today.
How could I forget. Good luck. They'd be lucky to have you.
Special agent Donald Ressler.
Good to see you too, Julian.
Get that hand out of the way. Good to see you.
By the way, you're welcome.
For what? Inviting me to the morgue?
"For what"?
For yanking you away from whatever the bureau has got you working on
to do some real work. Come here.
You remember the leads that we used to have on Reddington
that would just evaporate
every time some person of interest would magically vanish?
Well, guess what, they're all here.
They're no longer missing persons.
Eighty-six bodies.
What do you think that means?
Eighty-six active homicide investigations.
You remember tiger Branson, right?
Hmm? Lou Capote?
Junior Wallace.
Jesus, these are guys that we all tried to turn.
Guys that we got killed.
Look, don,
this is our chance to wash some blood off our hands.
Yeah, but we're not gonna get Reddington
with the Lou Capote's of the world.
These are just scumbags nobody cares about.
Ladies, can I have a second? Thank you.
Agent Ressler, I'd like for you to meet the former head
of the criminal division of United States justice department.
Miss Diane... Fowler.
Miss Diane Fowler.
This, these bodies,
they're like a big wet kiss on the mouth.
Now, I don't know who the kiss is from, but whoever it is,
they obviously want Reddington's head as badly as we do.
And I didn't think that was possible.
Come on, I want to show you something else.
Tell me, how's Tom?
He's having a hard time, actually.
Is he?
Finding out truths about who you really are is never easy.
How is Agnes?
She's amazing.
May I come up and see her?
If you'll do something for me.
Name it.
When I thought you'd killed Mr. Kaplan,
I felt responsible,
and not just responsible, I felt complicit.
It wasn't about you.
She made her choice. Her. Not you.
Yes. But she did it for me.
Can't you see that if you hurt her, you are hurting me?
I will help you stop her, but I will not let you hurt her.
Now, I need you to look me in the eye and tell to me you won't harm her.
I can't do that, Elizabeth.
Then you can't come up.
I haven't laid eyes on Agnes since the night I helped you escape.
So big.
Whatever are you feeding her?
You risked your life for our family and he shot you for it.
He shot you.
I can never make that right, but I can protect you.
I can keep you safe.
But that would mean that I have to take you into custody.
You are safe, you are loved, you are wise.
Where did you hear those words?
I know those words.
Yes, dearie. You know them because I said them to you
many times a day when you were a baby.
That can't be true.
Regular affirmations build a child's self-confidence,
you're proof of that.
It's no surprise you don't remember with all you've been through.
You and I were very close once.
You knew me as Katya.
I was your nanny.
I don't believe you.
Your mother hired me to care for you.
I promised her that I would defend you with my life.
The reason I'm telling you this now
is so that you'll listen to me when I beg you,
walk away.
I gave the authorities enough to put him away forever.
But you and your team must disavow any knowledge of the task force.
So, you served Reddington up on a silver platter to the FBI?
You did that for me?
Not you, Elizabeth.
I've already failed you.
I did it for Agnes.
I can protect my own daughter just fine, thank you.
Like you did today?
What if I was one of Raymond's enemies
that would do anything to get at him?
Please, do what your mother never had the courage to do
until it was too late,
walk away from Raymond.
Uh, hello? Bronwyn, hi.
It's Alexa.
I'm the one who hit you with my car.
Oh, yeah, right.
I'm sure my insurance agent would kill me for calling you,
but I just need to know that you're okay.
I'm okay, thanks.
Did you see a doctor yet?
I didn't need to.
You can't be too careful with head injuries.
No, I really... I wasn't hurt.
Okay.
Well, if it's a matter of money maybe I could help out.
Hello?
Bronwyn?
It's just... What's wrong?
My husband, um...
- My ex-husband. - I...
I left him and we're in a custody battle.
He's trying to steal my little girl.
And if he found out that I caused an accident...
Honey. You were on a bicycle.
I should have been more careful.
No, I just need to keep my job and my head above water.
What can I do? Just tell me.
I mean, you could just...
Just forget about me, just forget about the accident.
I'm... I'm so sorry. I have to go.
Is it true?
She was at my apartment. What did she want?
A clear shot at Reddington.
That's not going to happen. She knows that.
It's more of a wish, a hope, to protect Agnes.
I got a hit on the trace. It's a pay phone
near a construction site in Anacostia.
There are vacant warehouses all around that area.
Could be we've located our blacklister.
I'm rolling out there now. Let's do it.
Hey.
So, what's all this?
Diane Fowler's living room.
It was catalogued, crated and stored in evidence.
Seems the bureau spares no expense for their leadership.
We're gonna reconstruct the whole scene.
And we're gonna dissect it until we find what we need.
This is extreme, even for you.
I'm just getting warmed up.
Are you working on anything related to Reddington?
Is anybody?
Were you ever given a satisfactory answer
as to why the task force was disbanded by the bureau?
Why all of a sudden everyone just gave up?
From one minute to the next...
You didn't, did you?
No. He flipped.
Nobody's looking for Reddington because he already turned himself in.
That, right there, what you just said,
that is why I love you.
Because you are a crazy son of a bitch.
What can I say? I'm here to amuse.
"He turned himself in."
That... that's good.
With you down for the count for the last few days,
I've felt the consequences of your absence on my soul.
So, you bought me shoes?
No, no, not now.
And not shoes.
A parting gift.
I don't understand, Raymond.
Most of my associates are under the impression
that once I've granted them a favor, they're indebted to me for life.
But it's a false assumption.
They're indebted to me because I make them a lot of money.
They're loyal to me because I've earned it.
It's good business.
But at the end of the day,
it's just business.
In service of what?
Safety? Security?
The health and well-being of the ones we love?
Well, I really only have one friend.
You're my friend.
And I...
I misjudged you in a way
that no apology can suffice.
I'm ashamed of that.
I want you to keep that box, and on the day you decide to leave...
I'm not going to leave.
But you can.
At any point of your own choosing, I'll insist that you do.
No questions asked, no debts accrued,
with our friendship intact and flourishing.
For we'll have new lands to discover,
not as co-workers, but as cohorts.
Whether it's today or Tomorrow or 10 years from now,
that's when you open the box.
FBI!
Move!
I wonder how long she's been staying here.
Alexa Feist. And who might you be?
We're missing a brown leather wingback chair.
I mean, just like that one, they were sold as a pair.
It's clearly where Fowler was sitting when she was shot.
It's easier to throw out than to clean.
They didn't find any trace evidence?
No. And therein lies the tale.
There's no unaccounted-for DNA anywhere.
It all belonged to Fowler and to teacup.
Her dog.
Watch out, pomeranians have tiny bladders.
Now, this chair, no hairs, no fiber, no DNA.
No nothing, I mean, we're talking antiseptic.
Obviously, cleaned by a professional.
So, the killer sits here.
Directly across from the victim.
You're the dirty rat, Diane.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Hey. - Relax, Donny.
All right, now, the turntable was scrubbed of DNA,
so was the record that was on it.
Gordon Lightfoot.
Sundown.
So, what, are you suggesting that Reddington put on some music
after killing a woman in cold blood?
No, the evidence suggests it.
In addition, a path was cleared of DNA
from the killer's chair, across the floor, to that window.
Now, that windowpane was cleaned at a center height of 5'10".
Reddington's height.
Let's take that to a judge.
I'm not saying we have enough to hang the guy,
I'm saying that we're closing in.
I know the truth, red.
Do you think she's setting him up?
Who?
His cleaner.
Why did you just say she?
Fits Reddington's profile.
He's extremely comfortable in the company of women.
The guy's a gentleman, he's old-fashioned.
Since when did you profile, Donny?
I mean, you might be right.
So, he shoots Fowler, he comes over here,
and he stares out the window. He's listening to sundown.
The strum of the guitar.
The voice of a man who's seen too much sorrow.
You know, there is a chance
this music was on before Reddington got here.
And I think you're right, I think the cleaner is a woman.
Comes here, she cleans the turntable,
she cleans the album.
But did she clean this?
A record cleaning brush.
It's full of prints. Mmm-hmm.
Well, partner,
we're finally gonna nail Reddington.
A skinny mocha latte.
I'm not stalking you, I swear. Well, I kind of am.
But I need to talk to you, just for a minute.
How did you know where I work?
You were wearing the shirt when I hit you.
Listen.
I know how hard it is to be a young working mother.
No, this is just temporary. I mean, I... you know,
to show the courts that I have a stable job.
I'm gonna go back to school.
My point exactly.
To be doing all that alone,
and fighting a spiteful husband in court,
you need help.
My brother's a trial attorney,
like, born with a silver tongue.
He said he'd consider helping you, as a favor to me.
Will you just meet with him?
Yeah, that would be amazing.
What's with the long face?
We pulled a print off the Fowler crime scene.
Reddington's? Possibly.
If it is, it ties him to her murder.
Haven't run it yet.
And you don't know if you should.
No, I know I should.
But if I do, this could all end and we might end up in jail.
Remember that number we found, Alexa Feist?
Did she finally answer? No.
But I looked into who she is.
PTA, rotary club.
Pure vanilla.
Why would Philomena have anything to do with her?
Well, she isn't interested in her, she's interested in her brother.
Alexa Feist's maiden name is Gerard.
As in Marvin Gerard. Reddington's lawyer.
Kaplan's using Philomena to go after his closest allies.
Boo!
Marvin.
This is Bronwyn, the woman I was telling you about.
Open the door. Yeah.
- Reddington. - What's going on?
Marvin Gerard is Philomena's next target.
She's trying to pull him out of hiding by using his sister.
We're headed to her place now. No.
First secure Marvin.
I'll call to alert him you're coming.
Once he's safe you see to the sister.
Write down this address...
Look, I can't represent you in court,
but I can draft up some briefs that you can bring to any attorney.
And your ex-husband, he won't know what hit him.
Wow!
I don't... I can't thank you enough. Both of you. I...
It's the least I could do after what I put you through. Hmm.
If you're gonna get yourself hit by a car,
you can't do much better than my sister.
She's been taking in wounded animals her whole life.
Yeah, that's what I hear.
I thought you two just met.
Hello?
You've been targeted, Marvin.
Our people are on their way.
Until they arrive, don't let anyone in.
Marvin. Too late.
Hang up.
I'm so sorry.
Alexa, this is not your fault.
She's a professional.
This is what she does.
Look, I will do whatever you want.
Just let my sister go.
Well, that's good 'cause I'm only here for you.
Hold it to your neck.
Clear.
Here.
My brother, she took him.
How long ago? Ten minutes.
Did you see the vehicle she was driving?
She drove me here.
Green SUV, gray interior. Did you see the license plate?
- Any identifying marks? - No.
Oh, uh... Aram.
There was a barcode sticker on my side window.
It's a rental.
The barcode's used for scanning the vehicle in and out.
We found a local company that rented a green SUV
to a woman matching Philomena's description.
Does the vehicle have a GPS system that we can track?
Actually, the rental company already enabled
the stolen vehicle recovery feature for us.
We've tracked the target heading south on 210.
Agents Keen and Navabi are en route.
That's her.
Don't move!
Hands in the air!
There's no one there. On your knees.
Gerard. Where's Marvin Gerard?
Hello, Marvin.
I wish I could say it was good to see you.
Tell me how I can find Kaplan.
You're not leaving here until I know.
Why are you so worried about her?
I mean, she's doing your job for you, going after Reddington.
I'm trying to protect her. Hmm!
Sure you are.
Nothing?
No stream of invectives? No mediation offers?
Perhaps a lecture on criminal ethics?
What's the point?
I'm looking at a dead woman.
I've been underestimated before.
Why the hell didn't you run?
You survived a gunshot to the head, lord knows how.
That's the mother-loving lottery, right there.
Take your ticket and board a jet plane, sister.
Why come back to this cesspool?
To clean it up.
You think maybe you're taking this whole cleaner concept a bit too far?
Look, it's pretty simple.
Either we find Kaplan first, or Reddington does.
Who do you think she stands a better chance with?
Put yourself in my shoes.
How could I possibly believe that you want to protect Kaplan?
Because I just found out Kate Kaplan held me as a baby.
I'm not cleaning Raymond's mess.
I'm taking responsibility for my own.
I enabled him, Marvin. You did, too.
He used us.
That's an alternative truth.
I provide Reddington with a service for which I am very well-compensated.
He takes care of me. Does he?
He forced the FBI to release you from prison
a week before your parole,
so that you could become his accomplice
and help him escape during a police standoff.
You had a new fiancee at the time.
A whole life waiting.
What do you have now, Marvin?
Alone,
on the run,
until you die?
Unless you help yourself.
I'm not turning state's evidence against him,
no way.
I'm sorry to hear that, Marvin.
I'm so honored that you could meet me here.
Just to be considered for this...
Katai fellowships are designed to groom members
of law enforcement to become policy leaders on a broader scale.
Now, you've written extensively about islamophobia
in law enforcement.
As a female, and a Muslim, you've got a unique perspective
on this perceived issue.
I do.
Enough to know that it's not a perception
it's a reality.
I'm sorry, you know what I mean.
No, I don't.
People are afraid.
Because their leaders tell them they should be.
But since 9/11, 180,000 people
have died from gun violence in this country,
only 94 have been killed by Muslim terrorists.
That is what I would call a perceived issue.
I won't apologize for being passionate.
Nor would I ask you to.
Tell me about growing up in Iran.
And?
It didn't match.
What?
The print. It's not Reddington's.
That's impossible. Did they even run it through AFIS?
Yeah, the unsub wasn't in the system.
Well, there you have it.
The system's rigged.
What're you talking about?
The system's rigged by Reddington, for Reddington.
It's the only explanation, I mean,
he's got somebody on the inside.
You said so yourself.
I was kidding. Well, I'm not.
What about that fed he went on the run with, hmm?
The one you hunted?
That's our next move,
we start with Elizabeth Keen.
She finally turned, Kaplan's headed to Vienna.
Ah! Springtime in Vienna.
The markets are a bit crowded, but the flowers, oh, my gosh,
a simple walk to the U-bahn is full of glory.
I'll let you two talk. Like hell. Stay put.
I'm contacting homeland security,
then we'll come up with an action plan.
Together.
Excellent work, agent Keen.
How'd you do it?
How'd you change the fingerprint?
The fingerprint? Don't play dumb.
The one Gale and Ressler found
that connects you to the death of Diane Fowler.
I assure you I know nothing of it.
I heard about the fingerprints.
You did the right thing. Yeah, I know.
I sent the prints in.
So, your guess is as good as mine as to why they came back negative.
You think Reddington has someone else at the bureau in his pocket?
I don't know. Maybe.
But what I do know is that working with Gale,
I mean, the guy's an inspiration.
He never lets anything slide. Ever.
Kind of reminds me of the way I used to be.
The Reven Wright case?
Laurel Hitchin murdered her.
I know that in my bones.
And I'm not gonna let this go until I can prove it.
Navabi. Congratulations, agent Navabi.
I'm pleased to inform you
the board has selected you for the fellowship.
Uh, that's...
Thank you so much. I don't know what to say.
No thanks necessary.
Except, perhaps to agent Mojtabai.
He was the one who recommended you.
"Agent Mojtabai"? Yes.
He sang your praises quite convincingly.
Is this your way of trying to appease me, with this fellowship?
I know you nominated me.
Because you'd be perfect. Well, I got it.
That's amazing. I turned it down.
I have wanted this for years.
You never nominated me before.
Now, I catch you in a lie
and all of a sudden you think I deserve it?
You do. Well, I deserved it a year ago.
And the year before that.
Sir, as we've explained to your counsel,
the bureau will protect you and your family
as long as you cooperate fully.
Now, let's start from the beginning.
Why don't you tell us how you first met Raymond Reddington.
- What are you doing here? - Looking for you.
You should be resting. I'm tired of resting.
We should find Kate.
Okay.
Let's get some supper first.