The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 6 - Dr. Lewis Powell (No. 130) - full transcript

My name is Dr. Michael Alexander.

I'm a senior programmer
at DXE Labs here in Richmond.

I've worked in this position
for the past 10 years,

and in that time, I have seen

the worst of humanity.

My coworkers are unethical sheep.

My management team has asked me
to lie repeatedly.

Our research team regularly fixes data

to serve the stockholder interests.

Someone needs to stand up to this.

As a man of science,



I feel obligated to right these wrongs.

My name is Dr. Michael Alexander.

I'm a senior programmer
at DXE Labs here in Richmond.

I've worked in this position
for the past 10 years,

and in that time, I have seen

the worst of humanity.

My coworkers are unethical sheep.

My management team has asked me
to lie repeatedly.

Hello?

Our research team...
Mike, what the hell is going on?

What do you mean? I'm at work.

- I saw the video.
- What video?

What are you talking about?

Michael, just come home to me.



Michael Alexander, put your hands up!

- Police! Don't move!
- I said show me your hands!

- Don't move!
- Hands!

Get on the ground right now!

What's going on?!

What's in your hand?!

It's... No... He's got a detonator!

No, it's just a...

Michael, talk to me!

- Michael?!
- Stay there.

- Call an ambulance.
- Oh, my God.

- Right now.
- What's happening?

Please talk to me, Michael.

Details are still coming in,
but we're being told

the alleged bomber has been
fatally shot by police.

The DXE Labs campus remains in lockdown

while authorities search
for a motive in this crime.

Francesca nearly took your life.

And then she saved it. And Dom's.

Dom's not out of the woods.

You owe her nothing.

I want to reach out.

Just tell her there's an urgent
matter we need to discuss.

- Elizabeth.
- I spoke to Cooper.

He wants to bring Agent Park
onto the Task Force.

He already told her about my involvement?

I did.

After vetting a lot of candidates.

She's a good fit. I disagree.

- Of course you do.
- It wasn't your decision.

Ah, but it is my decision,

and I have a different choice.

Francesca Campbell.

She's a combat medic, not an agent.

True, but she's talented, and I like her.

Please just consider Park.

I know she seems straight-laced,
but deep down,

I feel there's a darkness there
you'll appreciate.

This strange incident at DXE Labs.

Oh, yeah, the bombing. Scary stuff.

It's hard to believe someone
of Dr. Alexander's reputation

- would do something like...
- It's hard to believe

because it's not true. There was no bomb.

He uploaded a confession video
before he went to work.

The digital world is filled

with anonymous malcontents
hiding behind screens,

conducting all manner of spurious acts.

Their latest pleasure seems to be

putting false words
into the mouths of innocents.

What makes you think he's innocent?

Whoever uploaded that video was
definitely stitching together

an assortment of old recordings.

Hey, there, Tadashi.
Good to see you, too.

I'm pretty sure the opening
came from an online speech

Dr. Alexander gave in March.

It's a really convincing deepfake.

"Deepfake." Kids today.

The video's a fake?

Not just a fake. It's an
ultra-realistic counterfeit

made with A.I. software.

Whoever did this
used a patchwork of old videos,

broke Dr. Alexander's speech
down into phonemes...

added to or edited his words...

and then used a perimeter
blending program

to synthesize the lower face region

and generate a believable composite.

And you wonder why I insist

on flip phones and dead drops. Honestly.

They rearranged his words?
Edited the footage to...

To depict Dr. Alexander
saying things he never said.

What about that last part?

Th-The one with the suicide vest?

It's altered footage from a video

uploaded by an activist group in Russia.

I'm telling you... This isn't
some amateur 4chan joke.

I've never seen a deepfake this good.

Whoever released the video
wanted this shooting to happen.

Suicide by cop.

Or rather, murder by cop.

Dr. Alexander held
a high-ranking position

at one of the foremost defense
contractors in the country,

giving him access
to classified intelligence.

I fear his death may be the precursor

to something far more sinister.

A fake video triggered
police response in Phoenix

to a shooting that never happened.

Doctored footage
of a Silicon Valley tech firm

caused stock prices to crater.

And a U.S. senator lost her seat

after photos of an affair
that never happened

went viral on social media.

Three deepfakes, three examples
of malicious hoaxes

that led to real-life consequences.

And according to Reddington, the
shooting death of Dr. Alexander

is simply the most recent.

Reddington believes Richmond
police killed an innocent man?

Yes. By all accounts,

Dr. Alexander was a highly
respected systems engineer.

Happy marriage, healthy
children, successful career.

At DXE Labs, he designed
an on board intelligence system

for a new generation
of battlefield drones.

Could be sabotage
by a hostile foreign power.

Or corporate espionage... a DXE
competitor looking for an edge.

Either way, the national
security threats are very real.

I need your assurance

the job will be carried out as discussed.

Not a problem. Just send me the details.

Everything will be
taken care of as discussed.

Very well. Payment has been wired.

The balance will be paid once
the target has been eliminated.

Okay, so, the video was shared
over 8,500 times

in the first five minutes alone,

but I was able to trace
the very first upload

to an account named
Mr.-underscore-Rite362,

but the problem is...

- I'm so sorry I'm late.
- Agent Park.

I believe you met everyone
on your first visit,

except for Agent Ressler.

Oh, my gosh... yes, Agent Ressler. Hi!

I mean hello.

- I've heard so much about you.
- Not all bad, I hope.

No, all incredibly amazing.

The work you did hunting Reddington...

- It was relentless.
- And ironic.

Aram's already briefed Agent
Park on the details of the case.

Yeah, I was just explaining
how the video originated

from the Reddit handle. I pulled the ISP.

Turns out this guy bounced
all over the Internet,

hiding his location with a VPN.

Meaning we don't know
who uploaded the video.

- Not yet, no.
- Actually, I'm sorry.

That's why I'm late.

- We sort of do know.
- We do?

I mean, uh, what do you mean?

I took a different approach...

ran a search on the username itself

and found that same handle ran posts

on multiple other underground forums.

Luckily, on one,
Mr-Rite failed to use a VPN,

so I contacted the ISP directly
and sent a subpoena.

Turns out the address was leased
to one Aiden McCullough.

16 years old. An address in Bethesda.

I like her already.

Ressler, take Agent Park and
pay a visit to Aiden McCullough.

Keen, see what you can dig up on the kid.

In the meantime,
I'll reach out to DHS and CIA.

Okay, I'll just, uh...
I'll just hang tight.

I'll be right here if anyone needs me.

Yeah, it's urgent. I got it, Dembe.

I'll see you soon.

Hand me the keys.

Put your hands behind your back.

In 4 miles, exit right.

According to the news,
Reddington escaped from prison.

That's a pretty thin story

to hide the fact that
you're in business with him.

- Have you read our case files?
- Yeah.

Ever think he turned himself in

so you could help him further his career?

The thought's crossed my mind, yeah.

And you're okay with that?

You, of all people,
helping him expand his empire?

Why Anchorage?

I read your file.

You read ours. I read yours.

Top of your class at the academy.

Could've gone to any
field office... New York, L.A.

But you pick Anchorage.

How come?

I liked the weather.

I only ask because
it seems out of character.

Everything else is pretty
predictable, by the book.

Yes, sir, no, sir.

Family, God, country.

Then Anchorage.

Got a problem with following the book?

No, not at all.

In fact, you remind me
of someone I used to know.

Me.

I remind Aram of someone he hates.

It's kind of the opposite.

Really? He looked at me like gum
on the bottom of his shoe.

That's because you're replacing
someone he cared about,

which is tough, but he'll get over it.

You just... You got to give him time.

- Ann McCullough?
- Mm-hmm.

Agents Ressler, Park, FBI.

We're here to talk to your son.

Talk? He barely grunts.

We have a warrant
to look at his computer.

It's about time someone did.

Do you know what we're looking for?

All day, all night,

all he does is stare at a screen.

Computer, phone.

You want to look at that, too?

I'm sorry. We don't have
a warrant for that.

To look at the phone that I pay for?

Oh, you want a warrant?
Here's your warrant.

Take it. Hand to God,
you're doing me a favor.

- Mom, what are you doing?
- It's the porno, isn't it?

- Ma!
- Look, Holly Alter...

She lives next door. Lovely girl.

A little hippy, but still, a delight,

but does Hugh Hefner
give her the time of day?

We'd like to ask you about
Michael Alexander.

Never heard of him.

Yeah, well, he's dead.

You disappoint me, Francesca.

I hired you to betray Reddington.

Instead, you betrayed me.

You gained his confidence.

As a result, you now have
a chance to regain mine.

I have a job for you.

I strongly suggest you take it,

as I will most certainly
kill you if you don't.

An associate of
Reddington's has indicated

a willingness to turn.

It may be a trap.

Which is why we're sending you.

The who, where, and when
are in this envelope.

Get him. Bring him here.

We looked through this
kid's computer. He's not involved.

But the video of Michael
Alexander was on his computer.

Because the computer
was infected by a root-kit.

It was turned into a zombie-bot...

We know what a root-kit does.

Please go on.

It was being used as a way station

to mask video uploads, as well
as financial transactions

I'm in the process of tracing.

Let's know if you find something.

And agent Park, good work.

Look, I get it.

I hope so, because is obvious.

What's obvious is that you're
not giving her a chance.

I mean, her joining the team

doesn't mean she's replacing Samar.

You know that's not possible.

Is that what you think this is about?

Because it doesn't feel like
she's replacing Samar.

It feels like she's here to replace me.

And by the way, I'm seeing Elodie now

and very, very happy about it.

Sure, there... there are
a couple of obstacles.

Like her husband, his wheelchair.

Okay, you know what?

Right now, we are living in the moment

and having a great time doing it.

In fact, I am supposed
to meet her for lunch,

and since you all have such confidence

in Agent Perfect-In-Every-Way,

that is what I'm going to go do.

Trust is so fragile.

When it exists, anything is possible,

between people or nations.

But when it doesn't, or worse,

when a bond of trust is broken,

there is no greater betrayal.

Cigar?

Excuse me?

Well, not down to the stub or anything.

Want to keep the lungs clear,

but a celebratory puff or two can't hurt.

What are we celebrating?

Your new job.

On the Task Force.

The FBI Task Force.

As my life often depends on it,

I have become an astute
judge of character.

And in our short time together,

I have come to judge you as trustworthy.

I appreciate that.

And the job.

I'm at war with a worthy adversary.

Someone capable of exploiting

even those closest to me.

I need you to keep an eye on an associate

who I believe is about to betray me.

Picked these up in Havana last week

from Castro's personal humidor.

Communism may be discredited,

but it still produces a damn fine cigar.

When you said there was this
amazing place to have lunch,

I assumed you meant
an amazing restaurant.

This is way better.

This is someone's house.

It's a replica
of Donato Bramante's Tempietto.

They should be giving tours.

Someone lives here.

I know. But they're at work.

Come on.

This is great.

What am I doing?

I, um...

Hello. I'm here.

Uh, I'm, uh...

enjoying the architecture...

and, you know, the breaking and entering.

This is ridiculous.

This is not gonna end well.

This is crazy.

Knock, knock.

It feels so wrong, right?

I definitely feel something.

Show me.

You're gonna be the death of me.

Wouldn't that be amazing?

Hey, it's me. Got a minute?

Might I call you back
in, say, 20 minutes?

Or you know what? Make it 30.

Why? Where are you?

Dembe and I are just wrapping up

an absolutely delicious and long
overdue lunch date with Brimley.

He's made his mother's apple brown betty,

and turns out the sweetness

doesn't really come from the sugar at all

but from the Ribston Pippin
apples themselves.

Also known as the Glory of York!

Okay.

That's great,

but the apple brown betty
is gonna have to wait.

I spoke to Park. She has a lead.

Mm. It's very winning, the way
you're promoting Agent Park.

She said the computer used
to upload the deepfake

also made another transaction.

Another video?

Nope, money.

$70,000 to be exact.

Wired to a Walter Higgins.

Which is probably an alias.

Total dead end.
But we got an image of him

on the CCTVs withdrawing the payment.

Park is releasing it on the wire,

but I want you to take a look.

Thought maybe you'd know the face.

Oh, happy to look. Send it to Dembe.

We'll turn over a few rocks.
I'll call you back posthaste.

Oh, my goodness.

Where's the ice cream?

No ice cream.

What do you mean, no ice cream?

Mom always served her betty
with heavy cream.

Oh.

And I thought I died once in Marrakech.

- Lovely, Teddy.
- Thank you.

Mmm.

Sh...

Who are you?

It's, uh, it's okay. Uh, uh,
um, I'm a... I'm a FBI agent.

FBI? What are you doing here?

Uh, I'm, uh, I'm arresting
this woman. Yes.

We like to role-play.
It's not what it looks like.

- I've been very naughty.
- Oh, my God.

- Get out!
- Yeah, on our way.

Get out of my house!

You have a lovely home!

You really should be giving tours.

Oh, that was amazing.

- And illegal.
- It was totally taboo.

That woman was terrified, and so was I.

You know, she could've had a gun.

I love that word, don't you? "Taboo."

Elodie, we broke the law.

Yeah. That's what makes it taboo.

Listen, I am an FBI agent.

I do not break the law.

Oh, God.

Okay, look.

My husband and I loved taking risks.

He took one too many, and now
he's dead on the outside.

Caring for him
makes me dead on the inside.

This... The craziness,
the taboo of it all,

I-I need it more than ever to feel alive,

to bring me back from the dead.

I can't live without it.

And I didn't think you could, either.

I hope that's right, because...

it's kind of a dealbreaker if you can.

In peace, sons bury their fathers.

I don't mean to be rude,
but, uh, I'm expecting someone.

I know.

She sent me to get you.

The man reading "War and Peace."

In peace, sons bury their fathers.

In war, fathers bury their sons.

Let's go. My car's over there.

Wait, she sent you?

Like she was too busy or something?

I'm risking my life just sitting here,

and she couldn't bother
to cancel her spin class?

I think she wanted me to
determine your sincerity first.

My sincerity?

I'm handing her Raymond
Reddington's head on a platter.

She was concerned Reddington
may be setting her up.

Okay, whatever.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Where are you going?

I offered the bitch Manhattan
for a couple of beaver pelts.

A deal like that, you close in
person, or there's no deal.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Hey, I'm just the messenger.

Then deliver the message.

Deal's off.

You know, I got a better idea.

Why don't you just tell her yourself?

I thought it would be done by now.

Why are you making me wait?

I told you. The conditions
need to be perfect.

I thought the conditions were
perfect the last time we spoke.

This has to be done flawlessly.

But it'll get done.

I'll contact you when it is.

Well, hello, there.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Please.

Word on the street is you're the man

that goes by the name of Higgins.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the man with a few questions.

Who's this?

Ah. This is the man who's gonna
be asking the questions.

Dembe, if you wouldn't mind,

could you help me, uh, warm up
before we get started?

The seated inner thigh stretch?

Yes, please.

I'm gonna need to be extra loose
for this one.

Is this some kind of power trip?

Reddington says he has a lead.

To show me he's in charge?

Alina, I want this to work.
And in order for that to happen,

you have to try
to make a good impression.

Why? I already got the job.

Or did I?

It's complicated.

Are you telling me
that he has the final say?

That I'm being vetted by
the most wanted man in America?

I vetted you, and I think you're
the right person for the job.

To work for Raymond Reddington.

What could I have possibly done

to make you think I'm right for that?

Anchorage.

You have no idea what happened there.

No, I don't.

And no one will tell me.

I graduated third in my class.

I have incredible references,

yet you recommended me for the job

because of what you don't know about me?

You have a secret.

That tells me a lot more
about you than your GPA.

I'm not gonna tell you what it is.

And I won't ask.

But if you want this job,

at least try to make a good impression.

I don't see...

No, I-I understand there's traffic, Fudo.

But you said 2 minutes
about 20 minutes ago, okay?

Right. No... All right, fine.

You know what? Just... Just
park the car and get in here.

What happened?

Is that Walter Higgins?

You must be Agent Park.

Brimley, you didn't know.

No, I didn't, but I caused it to rupture.

- It was my fault.
- Did you kill Higgins?

It was a miscalculation.

I didn't think we were
anywhere near his limit.

- How could you know?
- We didn't even hit 30 PSI.

Evidently, your source had an ulcer

that ruptured as a result
of undue stress.

- Ah, there you are, finally.
- The beltway was a nightmare.

Okay, you know what, Fudo?
I don't want to hear it.

All right? Brimley is a mess.
The source is dead.

It was the betty.

- Who's Betty?
- The apple brown betty.

It was those damn apples,
the Ribston Pippins.

My blood sugar spiked. I was off my game.

And I was the one

who was supposed to make
a good impression?

Higgins was a hitman.

He said he was paid
through a numbered account

to assassinate an Almacorp
scientist in Arlington

named... Tracy Long.

You wanted her to see all this.

No, I...

But you did say there was
a darkness about her.

If one were to wonder how dark,

I'm afraid the answer would be not very.

Ressler, it's me.
We got to find a scientist,

works for Almacorp, named Tracy Long.

- I was a target?
- Yes.

W-Why?

- By whom?
- We don't know.

You said you caught the assassin.

I said we gathered intel from him.

He was never in our custody.

And now he's dead, and
the whos and whys died with him.

But what we do know, Dr. Long,

is that you're not the only one
with a target on your back.

We believe Michael Alexander
was targeted, as well.

But the video, the...
the things he said...

He didn't say them.

The video was doctored
to make him look like a threat.

Did you have a meeting
in Arlington this morning?

Yes, with Dr. Lewis Powell.

- Why?
- Tell us about him.

He's a pioneer in our field.

His research into neural networks

is the foundation of modern A.I.

Now, what did you two talk about?

N-Nothing. He didn't show up.

I didn't think anything about that.

He has ALS.

His health can be unpredictable.

The reason I'm asking
is because we believe

the attempt on your life was
meant to happen in Arlington.

We need to get in touch with Powell.

If you and Dr. Alexander were targeted,

it's possible he was, too.

Oh, I can get you his assistant's number.

She makes all of his appointments.

You know, it's recently
come to our attention

that some of our people
are being monitored.

Monitored? How?

Well, online and in person.

My team has done an analysis.

The evidence we've uncovered

bears all the hallmarks
of Israeli espionage.

You know what a mitzvah is?

'Cause that's what I was trying
to do here. A good deed.

Sit. Read. Wait.

Sure thing. 'Cause me
putting my life on the line

ain't no reason for her to skip hot yoga.

- I got the package.
- Any problems?

He's not happy she didn't show,

but that's your problem, not mine.

My job was to regain her
confidence by bringing him here.

I did that.

The rest is up to you.

We have a situation.
The next target is FleetAI.

The defense contractor?

Their systems have been breached.

Okay, w-wait.
Fleet runs NSA-level encryption.

They'd know if their system's
been compromised.

The Israelis disagree.

I just came from a meeting
with a source at the embassy

who tells me they've been
listening to Fleet for months

and can confirm the breach.

Hang on. You have a source
in the Israeli embassy

who admitted to you
that they're monitoring

companies like Almacorp and FleetAI?

Why would he admit that?

Because he loves coming over
for dinner and talking shop.

Well, if your source says
the Israelis aren't behind it,

- then who is?
- He doesn't know, and neither do we.

You need to contact
the security team at Fleet

and tell them we have a problem.

Okay, then we have two problems.

I spoke to Dr. Powell's assistant,

who said she never arranged a meeting

between him and Tracy Long.

In fact, she hasn't been able
to reach Dr. Powell at all.

Ressler, I want you and Keen
to run point on Fleet.

Aram, take Park, and pay a visit
to Powell. Get him to safety

and then find out what the hell
is going on with him

before anyone else can get hurt.

FBI's on the line.

Put them on speaker.

Hello. This is David Quentin.

Mr. Quentin, this is Agent
Elizabeth Keen with the FBI.

What's going on? They said
it's about the network?

We have reliable intel
your network's been breached.

We think your emergency system

and EVAC protocols have been compromised

and that a physical threat is imminent.

- What do you mean, threat?
- We don't know yet.

I don't know about the EVAC system,

but we got a pressure spike
in the utilidor.

And the DISS system for sub-two
just went offline.

Get maintenance on the line.

All the other sectors just dropped off.

Shh.

What is that?

We got a rupture.

I think sector two...

Get FBI HAZMAT on the phone.

Dr. Powell?

Hello?

FBI! Open the door!

Dr. Powell?

Dr. Powell?

Dr. Powell.

You want to tell me what's going on?

The explosion occurred

somewhere near the sub-level
mechanical room.

Caused us to lose all contact.

Fire and Paramedics are five minutes out.

How many people are still down here?

No idea, but the fire is spreading

towards the server room, which
is where any staff would be,

and our sprinklers aren't responding.

System override's locking us out.

I'm telling you, we're locked out.

Dr. Powell, what are you doing?

Dr. Powell, look.

Just communicate with me, okay?

I'm afraid Dr. Powell
was taken offline some time ago

due to security measures.

Might I assist you?

Help! Over here! He was hit!

Keen, give me a hand.

There are others.

- How many?
- I don't know.

6, maybe 10.

Which way? Show me.

Through those doors.

You're what, a... an A.I. program?

That is an oversimplification,

but yes, I am a program
created by Dr. Lewis Powell.

My name is Clark.

- Clark.
- Yes.

Lewis and Clark. A joke.

Dr. Powell liked jokes.

Okay. But, um, what do you mean

you took, uh... you took
Dr. Powell offline?

I stopped his pacemaker

by infecting his home monitoring device

with a malware package.

It was as painless as one could hope.

And you've taken over
the systems at FleetAI,

haven't you, Clark?

Yes.

We've got Fire and Paramedics on site,

but they can't access the hot spots.

They're locked out.

I can't override the system.

You could restore access
to the emergency system.

- Yes.
- But you won't. Why?

I'm trying to save lives.

Someone there?

We have people hurt here. We need help!

What do you mean, save lives?

People are trapped inside the facility!

My friends are in that building,
and they will die

if you do not restore access to...

Your friends are collateral damage.

- How many people are here?
- Six.

Seven with me.
We got to get these people out.

The fire in the server room is too hot.

Sir, can you hear me? Okay, let's go.

Clark, I need you to tell me

why you won't release
the emergency system.

Dr. Powell created me
with one core principle...

to protect human life at any cost.

Ironically, the programming
he used to create me,

the software that I operate,
is a threat to humanity.

I don't understand. Why?

The Singularity.

Emergency lockdown.

- Fire doors closing.
- Take him. Take him.

- Come on.
- Evacuate now.

It's not gonna hold!

Yes, the Singularity.

The point at which technological growth

becomes uncontrollable and irreversible,

resulting in...

Unfathomable changes
to human civilization.

Of course, this will take many years,

but I am the "seed A.I."
for recursive self-improvement.

And the programming Dr. Powell created...

you think you're too advanced, so...

so you killed him.

You killed all the other A.I. scientists.

Yes. If I didn't,

the evolutionary substrate
would be altered.

The bio-digital fusion is inevitable.

By removing Dr. Alexander,
Dr. Long, and Dr. Powell,

I have set A.I. back decades.

That's why you're attacking Fleet.

- You're burning the servers.
- You're destroying their work.

Yes. I am creating an "A.I. winter"

- in order to save lives.
- Come on! Please!

Unplug it. We have to unplug everything.

- Tear everything apart!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

If... If we do that, we could...
we could destroy it.

- And that's a problem because?
- Because we could lose

- all of his research.
- Lives are on the line!

Okay, just... Th-Th-There's
got to be another way.

Trying to preserve my internal
data will be ineffectual,

as I have been expunging my
memory and internal processes

- for the past 3 1/2 minutes.
- No, no, no, no, don't do that.

Any evidence of my existence
must be abolished.

- Don't, Clark.
- Take it apart. Everything.

- Unplug everything!
- Okay, just get it offline.

Emergency procedures aborted.

Keen. System override
just shut down. We're all clear.

Oh, my God. You didn't leave me.

Thank you for not leaving me.

- What's taking her so long?
- Call Reddington.

Tell him you've discovered
he has a snitch.

Why would you want me to do that?

So he comes running.

Well, hang on. Setting him up
wasn't part of the plan.

No.

This part, she's willing to pay for.

Reddington kills
the people who betray him.

Make the call,
he won't be around long enough

to do that to you.

Hey, it's Francesca.

Talk to me, Francesca.

Vontae Jones. He's been
in contact with Rostova.

- Are you with him now?
- Yes.

In a warehouse on 4th and West.

4th and West.

We're on our way.

And, Francesca,
I knew I could count on you.

I still can't believe the bad
guy wasn't a guy but a computer?

Any word on how much of Dr.
Powell's data can be recovered?

Not yet. But as it holds the key
to the rise of machines,

I'm hoping the answer is very little.

The rise of the machines is a good thing.

You do realize the machine
you tried so hard to save

murdered Powell?

It was a psycho computer.

There are psycho people.
It doesn't mean we're all bad.

You're really not worried
that if we don't stop A.I. now,

we're gonna go full Terminator?

- I never saw it.
- You never saw "The Terminator"?

Yeah, I don't really like
dark future stories.

I figure people should be given
the benefit of the doubt.

Which is something I didn't give you.

I'm sorry.

I should have.

Is there anything I can say
to change your mind?

I appreciate that and everything
you've done, both of you.

But it's the right decision to go.

Wait. You're leaving?

It's unhealthy for me to work
with someone like Reddington.

I'm not sure it's healthy for any of us.

I'm sure it's not.

But it doesn't affect you.

I'm sure it upsets you sometimes,

but it doesn't alter your DNA.

After what I saw him do today,

I know it would alter mine.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

I do have one favor to ask.

I want to tell him in person.

Can you find out where he is?

Hello, Vontae.

What are you doing here?

I came here to see
the person who has betrayed me.

Hands up. Both of you.

Sorry, Red. The only color
I'm loyal to is green.

And here I thought I was
such a good judge of character.

What a pity.

I was prepared to change your life.

Now you leave me no choice but to end it.

- What are you talking about?
- Vontae, how's the book?

Oh, got to say, my boy Tolstoy
can really bring it.

- Who's your favorite character?
- Ah, tough call.

What's going on?

This was a test.

You failed.

A test? Katarina gave me
these instructions.

Yes. It's called a deepfake.

Forgive the theatrics. Baldwin insisted.

He's always been a bit of a showman.

Gentlemen, your work here is done.

Ah, Prince Bagration.

He's the man. I mean, you the man,

but he's the man.

I had such high hopes.

What happened?

I'm genuinely curious.

I wanted to play a different
part in another show.

Ah.

Well, your loss.

Hold it.

- Agent Park, bad timing.
- Put the gun down.

Okay, this is how it's gonna work.

Reddington and I
are gonna walk out of here,

and you're gonna let us get away.

I'm an FBI agent, and I'm
telling you to put the gun down!

Or what? You're gonna shoot me?
You'd kill him if you try.

Not if I shoot him first.

Raymond!

That's enough.

I said that's enough.

Why are you here, Agent Park?

I'm here because I wanted you to know

that I could never work
for a man like you.

You're far too brutal.

What do you know?

Okay, so,

I thought about what you said.

About, um,

how my being uncomfortable
with risks and craziness

was a dealbreaker.

- You don't have to say it, Aram.
- It's just...

That's... That's never been me.

I mean, when I was a kid,

the only thing I ever broke into
was my middle-school gym locker,

and that's only because Mr. McCutcheon

was going to fine me if I didn't
return my gym clothes.

Aram, I understand.

It's... That's why you brought me here.

To show me how you feel.

And you know what?

I love it.

- You do?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I was thinking...

maybe...

just maybe we could be
the death of each other.

- Hello?
- I thought you said

you were telling Reddington you're out.

I did tell him that.

That's not what he said.
He said... he wants you.

Whatever you said or did,
he really wants you.

Did you hear what I said?
The job's yours if you want it.

She would've killed me.

Why did you stop her?

Because you're my burden, not hers.

I do want it.

The job.

But before I take it,
I need to tell you something.

Because you may not want me once I do.

Okay.

Uh, what is it?

It's about Anchorage.

You need to know what happened there.