Surprise.
You need a bodyguard.
I don’t want a bodyguard. I want a girlfriend.
Yeah, well, good luck with that.
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Hello!
Hey, Pinky!
"Swan Lake"!
It’s the music for my recital.
Yes. Speaking of that...
Capezios!
Oh, my gosh. They’re beautiful!
Named after the Italian shoemaker Salvatore Capezio.
He made shoes for Anna Pavlova.
Oh, my gosh, Pinky.
One of the greatest ballerinas of all time.
These are custom, Pinky.
How did you do that?
Remember when you fell asleep during that movie?
You know, the animated one?
I measured your feet.
Thank you, Pinky.
It’s my pleasure, dear.
How are you, Harold?
How are you?
You sleeping alright? You look a little tired.
Very perceptive, as usual.
It was quite a night.
What happened?
I had an intruder at the bathhouse.
What? Who?
- Were you hurt? - I’m alright.
It was a little bit touch and go at the beginning,
but I came out on top in the end.
And you had no security, I’m sure.
Raymond, that’s a mistake. You have to prioritize...
Ah! I’m way ahead of you, Harold.
I realize I have been a little reckless
when it comes to my personal well-being.
- Where’s Chuck? - I don’t know.
Something with his uncle.
I haven’t spoken with him in a week or so.
But here’s a thought.
Maybe you could loan me Dembe, just for a day or two tops,
while I secure other arrangements.
Yes. Absolutely.
I’ll inform Agent Zuma. Pancakes!
- You’re welcome! - Thank you!
By the way, I looked into that ship you told me about.
The Aubergine in the Port of Baltimore.
It’s owned by Transwisk International.
They’re a shipping firm with a few dozen vessels.
The Aubergine carries
just over 11,000 40-foot containers.
Did you look at the manifest?
I did. Looks clean.
A few hundred companies total,
moving their goods for distribution.
None of the companies were under active investigation
or raised any red flags.
That, Harold, is precisely the point.
What no one knows is that hidden
among those 11,000 containers are two
that most certainly are not what they appear to be.
The company is called Enteron Electronics,
a so-called mid-sized tech firm headquartered in Florida.
Enteron isn’t a real company?
Well, it’s real in the sense
that it was issued a certificate of incorporation
by the state of Florida,
it pays utilities and taxes,
but it’s not manufacturing
and/or selling mainframes and motherboards.
It’s a phantom, a carefully curated corporate identity.
I’m sure if you look,
you’ll find Enteron has over 200 employees,
a 25-year history, stellar reputation.
But you’re saying all of that is...
False.
Who could do something on that scale?
Our new Blacklister...
The Morgana Logistics Corporation.
A criminal concern that specializes
in making companies appear legitimate.
Enteron Electronics and that shipping company,
Transwisk International, are just two of hundreds,
maybe thousands of Morgana’s creations.
Thousands?
Morgana secures
authentic documentation from the government
and real vessels, trucks, ships, and aircraft
with bona fide hull and tail numbers.
And they manufacture exceptionally detailed
identities for executives and employees.
And no law enforcement agency’s picked up on this?
Well, it’s not entirely their fault.
The numbers are overwhelming,
and many of the companies that Morgana stands up are real
and conducting legitimate business.
But enough are fictitious and camouflage
for certainly the largest criminal shipping conglomerate
in the United States.
You take down Morgana,
you’ll end one of the biggest criminal enterprises
in American history.
Where’s Dembe?
With Reddington.
He’s finally agreed to more security.
Dembe’s filling in while Reddington
finds a more permanent solution.
According to Reddington, Morgana Logistics uses
apparently legitimate companies like Enteron Electronics
as a smokescreen to move contraband around the country.
After your call, I did some research into Enteron.
Their tax returns show a net income
of about $14 million a year.
They have a website with photos and bios of an executive team.
Even a receptionist who answers the phone
at their corporate offices.
I wonder how she’d stand up to questioning.
Well, she’d be the only one, because the rest of them,
they don’t exist.
Well, not as flesh and blood, anyway.
Their photos were generated by an AI program
that uses different pieces of faces online
to make an amalgamation.
If those executives are fake,
how do they have real driver’s license or tax returns?
That’s what we need to find out.
Enteron is just the first domino.
Morgana’s the brains behind this.
They’re our target.
Well, according to the Enteron manifest,
that ship’s carrying electronic components.
The problem is, there could be anything in those containers.
With over 500 million containers shipped every year,
only about 2% are ever physically inspected.
So, what is Enteron really moving?
I can’t wait to hear that.
Could be live reptiles, fake Louis Vuittons.
Or weapons. Or people.
The possibilities are endless and quite concerning.
Ressler, Malik, get to the port.
I’ll reach out to the U.S. Attorney for a search warrant.
With Dorf and Hudson off our backs,
seems like things are finally going our way.
His name’s Jordan Nixon.
He’s a Special Agent working out of the Richmond field office.
He should be here any minute.
Come on, Arthur.
We’re investigating an FBI task force.
You really think someone from the Bureau
is gonna help us do that?
You’ll see. We worked a few cases together
when I was with the U.S. Attorney’s Office.
That was a while ago. A lot’s changed.
I’m betting he hasn’t.
One of the cases we made
involved a group of FBI tactical officers
lying about how much weight they seized
in a handful of drug raids.
He went after them like a bloodhound.
Yeah, and I’m still paying for it.
Made more than a few enemies in the Bureau on that one.
- Thanks for coming, Jordan. - Yeah.
I already feel like I might be sorry.
This is my aide, Diane Atkins.
- Diane, meet Jordan Nixon. - Hi.
Diane was just leaving.
Oh. Right. Very nice meeting you.
Likewise.
So, it’s like that, huh?
Even the support staff can’t stay?
I’m circling the wagons, Jordan.
Everybody’s need-to-know on this one.
What exactly do I need to know?
Task Force 8-3-6.
It’s a covert Bureau operation.
I stumbled onto it doing some budget review.
From what I can see, it’s one of the biggest expenditures
the agency’s ever sanctioned, and nobody...
I mean nobody... Will tell me why.
Or how. Or who.
Maybe there’s a good reason.
Yeah.
Or maybe it’s a corrupt op
and a criminal use of government funds.
All I’m asking for
is a reasonable amount of transparency.
You’re a congressman. Issue a subpoena.
I did. And not just me.
I got Senator Dorf to back my inquiry.
Cynthia Panabaker and Harold Cooper
convinced a judge to quash it.
And when Dorf kept pushing?
They leveraged him.
- That’s why Dorf stepped down? - Mm-hmm.
I’m onto something, Jordan. Something real.
And if I’m right, it’s a stain on the Bureau.
I’m coming to you
’cause you’ve always been one of the good guys.
Are you still?
What would you need?
Information. I can’t get it from the outside.
Maybe you can sniff out some truth from the inside.
That’s all I’m after... The truth.
My problem isn’t with the warrant.
My problem’s you’re holding up over 11,000 containers
to search two.
Well, we appreciate your cooperation.
Alright, fellas, let’s crack a few.
I want it on record, both these containers
had high-security bolt seals
that were intact when you seized them.
Already noted.
What do you know about Enteron Electronics?
Nothing. I see their name on my manifests.
We have reason to believe the company’s
not transporting electronic components.
Looks like this is from Bordeaux. Wow.
Huh.
Got a Grand Crus here.
I’m no expert, but even I’ve seen the headlines
on the tariffs being imposed on imported French wines.
Those are pretty expensive taxes.
A shipment this size?
By going under the radar,
you’re probably saving a few hundred grand.
So you had no indication that you were transporting contraband?
Absolutely not. I’m a captain.
I just sail my ship from one place to another.
The containers come pre-packed.
It’s not my job to verify what’s inside.
Well, we have your information.
If we need anything, we’ll be in touch.
I’ve done hundreds of runs with Enteron containers.
They sent me a Christmas card, for God’s sake!
We need to find out who runs Enteron.
Come in.
The FBI just seized the Enteron containers
- at the Port of Baltimore. - What?
Enteron has operated without interference
from law enforcement for years. What changed?
Okay. The boss isn’t gonna like this.
Keep an eye on the FBI.
I want to make sure there’s no ripple effect.
How much can we afford to lose?
Well, if it gets bad enough, you’ll have much bigger things
to worry about than the losses.
Sir, we know Enteron’s been distributing contraband
across the country.
The entire extent of what and how much
is still under question.
We interviewed the captains of the other ships
carrying Enteron containers. Same story.
Nobody knew that they were smuggling illegal goods.
So we have the shipments but no company executives.
Um, we may not have executives, but I did find an accountant.
It’s the guy that did Enteron’s taxes last year.
Agent Malik, go talk to this accountant.
I’ll contact the Tampa field office
and have them send a team to Enteron’s main warehouse.
Not real? That’s absurd!
I can assure you this company is very real
and extremely profitable.
I’ve been doing Enteron’s taxes for years.
What you’ve been doing, Mr. Conklin,
is aiding and abetting a criminal enterprise.
Now, if you knew or reasonably should have known...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there.
My clients submit their financials.
I provide my expertise based on the numbers they supply.
What about the contact info I gave you?
We raided Enteron’s headquarters in Tampa.
There were no employees on site.
Just some dusty office equipment and a few desks.
I know nothing about that.
Well, Mr. Conklin, the only people
who could have corroborated your story don’t seem to exist.
But you exist.
You’re right here in front of me.
And I’m telling you the truth.
Enteron is a very respectable company
with an impeccable reputation.
It’s no scam.
Hell, I just had a working dinner with Roger Barrett,
the Vice President of East Coast operations.
Where?
Jaspiner in Manhattan.
Yeah. Yeah, understood.
Everything okay, sir?
Send everybody home for the rest of the day.
Boss wasn’t happy about the seizure.
So much so, he, uh...
He wants to come into town, talk with me alone.
Is it that bad?
Yeah. He’s not one to disappoint.
- Let me help, sir. - No.
You can’t help, Westbrook.
You can’t help.
He’s coming into town for a leadership change.
And I-I really don’t know what that means.
Jaspiner?
I have been trying to get a reservation there forever.
Did you go in the kitchen? How did it look?
- How did it smell? - Herbie.
Conklin’s "working dinner" was too long ago
for there to be any surveillance footage.
But the restaurant’s general manager was able
to access the transaction records for the night.
The executive, Roger Barrett,
used a corporate credit card, but not from Enteron.
It was from a place called Northmyer, Incorporated.
Is this Northmyer even real?
I don’t know, but the card has
a billing address here in D.C.
You and Agent Ressler get there. I’ll secure another warrant.
Did you try anything while you were there?
Oh, my God. You did, didn’t you?
Just one delicious fish dumpling.
Must be nice to be in the field.
I checked the perimeter. We’re clear.
No apparent threats.
Tell me what happened last night, Raymond.
Oh, let’s not ruin a perfectly nice time with all that.
You told Harold an intruder was at the bathhouse.
Yes, and I handled it.
Who? Why were they here?
You’re not gonna let this go, are you?
Fine. I’ll give you three guesses.
If you don’t get it right, we move on.
Deal?
Deal. Monaco?
- No. - Enzo?
No. That’s two.
Not Monaco?
The chef at Gage & Truffaut?
Oh, come on.
There’s no way she could still be mad at me.
It was ages ago.
I barely remember what I did.
You remember.
In any case, no. Not the chef.
- You’re out of guesses. - No, I’m done guessing.
If you’re not gonna tell me what happened last night,
- then I’m leaving. - Okay, okay, okay, okay.
On one condition.
What?
You beat me in a game of Bananagrams.
FBI! Hands where we can see them!
- Federal agents! - No way in or out.
Clear!
This is Northmyer?
A warehouse with no public access points
and no loading dock?
What is this place?
Where is everyone? Why are you the only one here?
This place is a gold mine.
From what I can tell,
the building was being used as a data center
for creating fake American companies.
Paperwork on the desk suggests that they were applying
for legitimate permits and licenses.
Well, that’s what Morgana Logistics does.
This must be one of their facilities.
Yeah, okay.
Look at this. Look.
All of these are companies.
It’s going to take us forever to figure out
which ones are real and which aren’t.
When we were debriefed about Morgana,
I was thinking maybe a few hundred fake companies.
But we are talking thousands. Maybe even tens of thousands.
Look. Look.
Birth certificates, vehicle registrations,
plane registrations, travel histories, expense reports.
All real. Everything you need to make a company.
Just add water.
Morgana Logistics may be
the biggest criminal enterprise I’ve ever seen.
There’s shipping routes all throughout the country.
Thank you.
You got a name?
The Fifth Amendment.
That’s an interesting name.
Yeah, my mother thought it would make me stand out.
Well, whoever you are, we ran your prints,
and you have no criminal record.
But you were carrying a license in the name of Gerome Kavanaugh,
with an address in Bethesda.
Looks like there’s no such person or address.
No tax returns, no Social Security numbers,
no birth certificate that we were able to find.
No, you’re a phantom, just like those companies you create.
Jesus. I’m sorry to make your life so difficult.
Oh, my life is fine.
You’re the one who’s in for a difficult time.
Yeah? You think?
I don’t care what your name is.
U.S. Attorney’s gonna write you up as John Doe,
and then they’re gonna charge you with thousands
of counts of enterprise fraud.
Yeah, I’m thinking RICO violations.
You don’t need a name to go to prison.
Alright. Am I softened up enough for the pitch?
Is that it?
Right? You’re a fed.
That means you live for the trade up.
You catch a fish, and instead of eating what you got,
you try to trade it up for some larger size.
In this case, I guess, it’s what?
My employer?
I wouldn’t worry about what I want.
- What do you want? - What do I want?
Well, I-I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in prison.
Then again, I want there to be a rest of my life.
And what? If you cross your boss, he’ll kill you?
Look, he’s coming for you no matter what.
With everything that you know?
You need whatever deal you can get.
Wow. Look at you. You feds can’t help it.
It’s part of your DNA, right?
Speaking of DNA, uh...
...you may be able to get a sample off of that.
That’s why you left it there, right?
Okay. I think we’re done.
I don’t need anything further.
I don’t want to talk to an attorney.
So just send me out to central booking.
We’ll get this show on the road.
How’s that?
That didn’t go well.
Yeah, I don’t care how calm he is.
That man’s afraid of someone.
That’s who we need to find.
- Where does that leave us? - He refuses to talk,
and we have no way to know who he is unless he tells us,
and he knows it.
That man is a ghost.
What are the chances we’ll get a hit on that cup?
Based on how cool he played it?
About the same as me playing first base for the Yankees.
Ah!
3 to 0.
- Best of seven? - Mnh-mnh.
Start talking.
I was half-asleep when I heard someone coming in.
So I went to investigate.
You were alone?
Yes, but I felt perfectly capable of defending myself.
From?
It was Weecha.
Weecha?
You told Harold it was an intruder.
And she was.
Raymond.
Clearly you led us to believe it was someone with bad intentions.
I don’t know what Weecha’s intentions are, Dembe.
The woman’s hard to read.
She wouldn’t hurt me, but she might hurt me.
It’s unclear.
Oh. That’s Andrea.
Have you met Andrea Athens? Lovely woman.
She was the one who helped me find a suitable space
for the duplicate Post Office.
- I don’t think we’ve met. - Ah.
Jack-of-all-trades. Jack.
If it’s a woman, does that make her a Jill-of-all-trades?
Eh. Logistics of all types,
- not just real estate. - Whoa, Raymond.
I got it. Okay.
Andrea! How are you?
This is Dembe.
- A pleasure, Dembe. - Hello.
I’m wonderful, thank you, Mr. Reddington.
Andrea, I can’t tell you
how marvelous that last place turned out.
Thank you so much.
It’s always nice when your work is appreciated.
Please, tell me, how can I help?
I’d like to throw a party.
Well, not just a party, a celebration.
A party?
What are you celebrating?
Beginnings and endings.
The coming of spring.
Not a lot of food.
Lots and lots of drinks and passables.
And maybe a little window dressing.
How many guests are we talking?
Somewhere between 25 and 30.
Wonderful. Anything I need to know about them?
Only that they’re an important group.
To me.
Oh. Excuse me.
Harold. I was wondering when you’d call.
How did it go with Enteron
and the electronics that weren’t?
We’re way past Enteron.
You were right. The company was a front.
We followed the trail to a warehouse here in D.C.
One we believe belongs to the Morgana Logistics Corporation.
- That sounds like terrific progress. - You’re half right.
We seized a mountain of evidence... a mountain range.
Proof that thousands of American companies that appear legitimate
are actually fronts for shipping fraud.
So what’s the problem?
The problem is,
is that we have only one arrest to show for it.
The place was empty except for one man.
Well, if he’s high-ranking enough,
sometimes one is all you need.
I don’t know how he ranks.
In fact, we don’t know anything about him, including his name.
- He won’t talk to us. - I see. That is unusual.
Tell you what. Send me what you have.
Photo, prints, DNA, whatever.
Think you can find out who he is?
Most criminals using aliases leave some traces somewhere.
You just have to know where to look.
Perhaps I can dig up something.
Sorry about that,
but I’m back, and I’m starving.
Dembe, maybe after I make a few calls,
we should go grab some of those falafel sandwiches
at that Lebanese place we used to love.
Andrea, will you join? The more the merrier.
No, thank you. I’ve got a party to plan.
Man, you work fast.
Well, it’s easy to work fast when you don’t find anything.
Look, the task force that Harold Cooper runs
is not only a mystery to those outside of the agency,
but to those within it, as well.
Every agent I spoke to has no working knowledge
of the task force or its operations.
I mean, I’ve worked black ops that were less opaque.
Jordan, you wouldn’t be here if that’s all you had.
Cooper’s overseen maybe 200 criminal cases
over the last 10 years.
I mean, that kind of output?
Makes me wonder where his intel’s coming from.
Those cases are originating from somewhere.
Or someone. You have a theory?
No, but I may have a lead.
I don’t have access to the classified archives,
but I can see the file numbers and the contact info
of the senior agents connected to those cases.
And how does that help me?
One got my attention.
I don’t know anything about it,
except it wasn’t a criminal investigation.
It was some kind of other proceeding.
But Cooper was involved.
So were three other assistant directors at the Bureau.
Four assistant directors? On one file?
Mm-hmm. Must have been important.
What are the chances I can get someone
who was there to tell me about it?
Well, be careful out there.
You do not want to finesse a Bureau official
into divulging classified data.
No lying. You have my word.
I won’t say anything I wouldn’t say on the record, under oath.
I just need something,
any thread that sheds some light on what Cooper’s up to.
Raymond. You found something?
You should take Massachusetts Avenue to North Capitol.
Constitution’s faster.
You just started driving yourself around.
How do you know which way is faster?
- Reddington? - Yeah. Yes, Harold. Sorry.
I had some information forwarded your way.
So, according to my sources in Paris,
the man in your custody is Henri Guillame
with an address in the Marais.
- You found his name. - I found a name,
along with the name Johannes Baard,
a lifelong citizen of South Africa.
And Peter Roe, a British expat.
Maxwell Voll, a German national from Dusseldorf.
I mean, there are others, but you get the point.
Incredible. He’s a dozen people,
and yet we still have no idea who he is.
Well, it’s not unprecedented. There are 195 countries.
I myself could produce a legal passport for many,
if not most, if necessary.
So, we’re no closer to identifying our mystery man.
On the contrary.
I think that’s exactly what you are. Closer.
I’d imagine the governments who issued those passports
could shed more light on the man,
including comings and goings.
We appreciate the assist.
While we have you, any progress
putting more permanent security in place?
Do you still need Dembe?
Just for a little while longer.
See? No traffic.
Congressman Hudson.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
Mr. Shaeffer.
- What’s that? - A little surprise.
Do you like surprises? I don’t.
As a general rule, I like to know what I’m in for.
This one I certainly never saw coming.
A classified proceeding.
Attended by no fewer than four assistant directors of the FBI.
I look forward to this pastrami sandwich all week.
- You’re ruining it. - Fine.
Maybe I should take this to Harold Cooper.
What is it? It’s not a transcript.
I’m launching an investigation.
Into a classified hearing? Good luck.
You’ve known me a long time, Shaeffer.
Would you describe me as a guy who depends on luck?
What do you want, Arthur?
I’m here to give, not to take.
I’m offering my assistance.
If people start asking questions about that hearing,
you’re gonna need a few well-placed friends.
You’re on the edge.
If this is a transcript, a leaked transcript
of a classified Bureau hearing?
You’re the one who’s gonna need help, not me.
Well, I can see I’ve made a mistake.
I’m not asking you to tell me anything.
I just want you to know what I’m working on,
give you a chance to get your ducks in line
- before hunting season begins. - I appreciate the warning.
So I’ll return the favor...
If you so much as whisper Zuma on the Congressional record,
the first call you’ll get won’t be from me.
It’ll be from the Attorney General.
Hmm.
Good to see you, Mike.
Arthur. Aren’t you forgetting something?
Keep it.
You got a second?
Of course. Come in.
We’ve been reaching out to the federal authorities
in the countries that issued passports to our suspect.
- Any luck? - Nothing.
Looks like he doesn’t have a criminal record in any of them.
And all the addresses are either fake or unoccupied.
But I started thinking about something Reddington said.
Maybe we can’t penetrate the aliases,
but that doesn’t mean they can’t be useful.
We don’t know who he is, but we do know where he went.
- The comings and goings. - Exactly.
Every time he traveled internationally,
a record was stamped on those passports.
And when you look at them together,
they have one location in common.
All of his aliases have been to Paris in the past 14 months.
Maybe that’s his home base.
Reach out to the French again.
Let’s make Paris our primary focus.
Okay, we know our suspect flew to Paris repeatedly.
So where did he go when he landed?
The French police contacted the rental car companies
that service Charles de Gaulle.
Turns out, every alias used by our mystery man rented a car...
Each one from a different company.
We cross-referenced the GPS data from all of them.
And you got a hit?
Look at the overlap.
At some point, every car
was driven to this one location...
A building owned by a company called LT&Z Unlimited.
I’m not sure what the space is.
Maybe some kind of liquor warehouse?
Those are armed guards patrolling the perimeter.
Their prosecutors are requesting a search warrant as we speak.
Ressler, Malik, I want you to be there when the raid happens.
We may finally be getting somewhere.
Two units.
One flanks from the right, and we hit from the left.
We’ll be inside before they know we are here.
It’s still warm.
Where did they go? How did they know to leave?
Someone warned them.
Well, they didn’t have time to take or destroy anything.
Look at this.
These are just like Kavanaugh’s office.
Oh, my God.
Look at how huge it is.
The raid outside Paris was bigger
than anything we could have imagined.
In fact, this may be the biggest case you’ve ever given us, Red.
There’s a network of thousands of corporations
with legitimate documentation,
employees operating with government-issued IDs
and using legitimately purchased equipment
to move illicit goods around the world.
And this warehouse in Paris seems to be the hub,
the headquarters where fake companies are developed,
managed, and tracked by the larger organization.
Was there anything else?
We didn’t get any arrests to speak of,
but the digital maps we found revealed the locations
for dozens of satellite regional outposts.
Those outposts develop the intel
being fed to the Paris headquarters.
With this information, we’ll be able to shut down
the biggest criminal shipping operation in the world.
And we did it without any cooperation from our suspect.
Ah, yes, your mystery man.
Whatever happened to him?
He got his wish. He was taken to central booking and arraigned.
Given the flight risk, the judge set an obscene amount of bail.
He’ll be in jail until his trial.
Well, thanks for the update. And congratulations, Harold.
Here we are, Dembe. Home in time for mocktails.
That was quite the day.
Just like old times.
Why did you really want me to tag along?
Well, Harold was worried about me.
It seemed like a good opportunity
to make him feel better
and for you and I to spend a little time.
I miss you too, Raymond.
Helen Swinton, please.
Counselor!
I need your services.
Yes, you have a new client.
He was just arraigned in federal court.
I want him out. Today.
Oh, and, by the way, I hear we’re going to need
an obscene amount of money for bail.
We just hit Morgana’s regional hub in Hong Kong.
Locals say it was completely shut down.
Morocco and Greece are the same.
They’ve apprehended a few suspects,
but they appear to be low-level employees.
They can’t shed any light on Morgana itself.
Main Justice is gonna have to give us our due
for taking down an operation of this size.
I agree, even without convictions to show for it.
Harold Cooper.
What? When?!
Apparently, our suspect made bail.
Geez, that was quick. What did it cost him?
His attorney just posted $3 million in cash.
He’s out.
Mr. Kavanaugh.
Please get in.
I said get in.
Are you gonna kill me?
Wow. What’s all this?
This is the Morgana Logistics Corporation.
At least, the key principals
from the regional outposts around the world.
I had them flown in.
Why?
Why don’t you grab yourself a drink, Charlie?
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
Everyone?
Thank you for coming.
I know you weren’t given a choice...
But still, I’m glad you’re here.
First, some difficult news.
As we speak, the FBI
and a legion of international law enforcement agencies
are shutting down
all of Morgana’s operational facilities.
It’s hard to imagine. I know.
But don’t worry. All your employees are safe.
Fortunately, I knew of the raids in advance and made provisions.
For them and for all of you.
What can I say to you about Morgana?
Of all the enterprises I’ve designed
and maintained as part of my organization,
it stands as one of the crowning achievements.
If you’ll forgive a moment of braggadocio,
I must say it’s a logistical marvel to rival the pyramids.
A wonder of the world, but one designed to be hidden,
wondrous precisely because it exists unseen in plain sight.
The most complex and sophisticated
shipping network in history.
Every year, moving goods of more value
than the GDP of some first-world countries.
A monumental effort,
accomplished, as the greatest things are,
with singular vision and collective action.
We did that. All of us.
It’s hard to believe it’s over.
All these years.
This was more than an enterprise,
it was our lives, and we lived them together.
I’m so proud...
That word doesn’t really suffice...
I’m honored to have stood beside you all
as we discovered this creation of ours together.
And together, we made a fortune.
A fortune that I have grown
and will now be sharing with you, my partners.
Our work together may be done,
but none of you will ever have to work again.
John Singer Sargent once painted a portrait of Henry James
that was immediately deemed a masterpiece.
But in 1914, at the Royal Academy,
a political activist took a meat cleaver
to the face of the painting.
And when a reporter asked James
how he felt about the vandalism,
he said, "I naturally feel very scalped and disfigured,
but you will be glad to know
that I seem to be pronounced curable."
And that’s where we are now.
Our masterpiece has been scalped and disfigured.
But all of us will live.
And all of us will share in the cure.
So, let’s celebrate.
Please, enjoy the food.
Enjoy the drinks.
Mmm.
And enjoy the entertainment.
Zuma?
One word. One word and it was enough
to break this whole thing wide open.
And I got Shaeffer to say it
without making a single misrepresentation.
What does it mean?
Mm.
Not what. Who.
Apparently, the FBI brought on a new agent a few years ago.
An agent named Dembe Zuma.
What does Zuma have to do with the classified hearing?
I don’t know, and I don’t have the clearance to find out.
But I don’t need clearance to make an educated guess.
Nixon got a copy of Zuma’s official FBI photo.
We ran an image search,
with the help of a source he uses for that kind of thing.
You ever seen that photo?
- Never. - Mm.
A photojournalist snapped it almost six years ago.
Ran on a Wednesday in a local rag.
The man in the back of the car.
The paper said it was Raymond Reddington.
Is it?
I think so.
Now look past him.
To the man standing by the car.
Is that Zuma?
An associate of Raymond Reddington
becomes a Special Agent for the FBI.
That sounds like something
that might require a classified hearing.
The kind attended by four assistant directors of the FBI.
Boom.
The minute I saw the name Raymond Reddington,
everything started to fall right into place.
Harold Cooper adopted the daughter
of another former FBI agent... Elizabeth Keen.
Keen. Why do I know that name?
Because she went on the run with Reddington about 10 years ago.
It was national news.
And then Donald Ressler.
Blair Foster told me about him.
He’s connected to Cooper and his task force.
For years, in the early 2000s, Ressler was the Special Agent
in charge of the hunt for Reddington.
All roads lead to Reddington.
Yeah. He’s the key. They’re all connected to him.
All these years, we’ve never been able to catch him.
This is why.
Raymond Reddington
has corrupted a task force within the FBI.
And I’m gonna tear it apart at the joints.