The Blacklist

My name is Alvin Stanton.

I'm the U.S. attorney for the district of Columbia.

You can spare me the introductions.

I expect this will be a long day

and I'm not getting any younger.

You understand why you're here?

To tell you what I know

so you can judge if my truthful testimony merits immunity.

There are allegations that the FBI allowed Raymond Reddington

to continue to commit crimes while acting as a criminal informant.

That's a fact.

He has continued to commit crimes, including murder.

And the task force led by Harold Cooper?

They knew about this?

Yes, and I can prove it.

I gave agent Gale the bodies.

I can give you locations and dates

that the bodies were collected and buried.

Okay, Ms. Nemec, we'll offer you immunity.

I need a day to get my affairs in order

without a protective detail.

No.

It's not a request. It's my offer.

If you think you can prove this case without me,

feel free to pass.

Anyone?

Okay, I gotta run. As I said, I'm not getting any younger.

You're asking me to protect Kaplan?

From Reddington.

Wouldn't do anyone any good if he got to her.

When you authorized Reddington's immunity deal,

you knew that we would have to let him maintain his criminal empire.

That's what makes him valuable to us.

You're a big boy, Harold.

You knew we'd support you as long as you kept the deal hidden.

You didn't. My people could go to jail.

Well, you've done good work.

Grand jury hands up an indictment,

I'm sure the judge and jury will agree.

If you're right and we don't go to jail,

does the bureau take us back?

When it's over, where do we go to get our reputations back?

I wish I knew.

Aram won't testify against us.

They gave him immunity.

How did they know to do that?

Gale only knew about us, not Aram.

I can't protect you.

It's my job to do that and I can't do it.

We're only here because of Reddington,

because he shot Kaplan for trying to help you.

And that's indefensible

but he says he wants to protect us, and I believe him.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear, we're going to be arrested.

And there is nothing Reddington

can do to protect us against that.

To be honest, that's what makes me the angriest.

That here we are, at the end,

and we still don't know why he walked into your life that day.

Where are you going?

To do something I should have done a long time ago.

Once Kaplan testifies, an indictment is inevitable.

Cooper tried to shut it down.

Harold has to work within the system.

Henry Prescott does not.

Who's Henry Prescott?

A man who knows how to bury problems.

If you find yourself up against

impossible odds due to poor judgment,

Henry Prescott's the man you want on speed dial.

He's the courage you never had.

The cool head in a crisis.

Like you said, you and your husband fought.

When he left the apartment, he was drunk and depressed.

You had no idea he was headed for the roof.

The roof?

Finding him is the key to sweeping the grand jury under the rug.

Weren't you squatting in a congressman's apartment?

The house is back in session.

Oh, and those are the charred remains of 16 false identities

that Kate has somehow compromised.

At the moment my resources are scant,

which is why I need your help in finding Prescott.

Why? How can a fixer-for-hire derail a grand jury?

Four years ago, I surrendered to protect you

from tom,

Berlin, the cabal.

And now you may go to jail because of me.

It appears Kate may be right after all.

Maybe I'm the person you need protection from.

Prescott. Do you have any leads?

The lead on Prescott, Warren casualty,

it has no physical address. Only a P.O. Box.

Reddington said it's a front company Prescott uses

to hide his clients and launder his funds.

Well, the address was a bust,

but the corporate tax returns tell a different story.

See, in the last three years,

the company's reported $17 million

in earnings from various sources including...

Banish capital, an investment firm owned by one Jay-Jay Brickman.

The football player?

Reddington, I think we found a way for you to get to Prescott.

Check it out, check it out, check it out.

We're gonna have an aquarium behind the bar.

7,000 gallons or somethin'. Crazy-big.

For fish? No, not for fish. For the ladies.

We're gonna have 'em done up like mermaids...

Mermaids? Really? ...Swimmin' around.

You're not in Miami anymore.

Who the hell are you?

Someone who knows better than to mix

themes in an entertainment venue.

Get this chump outta here.

What do you want?

Oh, that's a long list.

But at the moment, I'll settle for Henry Prescott.

Doesn't ring a bell. Let me ring it for you.

A few months ago, you were tweaking on

whatever you were tweaking on at that nightclub in Vegas

and inadvertently discharged your handgun

in the general direction of a crowded dance floor,

sending a Belgian tourist to the emergency room.

Henry Prescott was the man who made that all go away.

Let go of my friend, please.

Now, if I knew the man you were talking about

and I'm not saying I do,

I'd only call him if I had a problem.

Like a real problem.

Yes.

There. There's a problem.

Your drug dealer's bleeding out on the floor

in your VIP room of your new night club.

With the "morals clause" in your new contract,

you won't collect a penny.

Henry Prescott.

Call him.

A moment.

Wow.

This is pretty Jurassic.

I was told it was still here.

Guess it should be here then.

Just go on right over there.

4-7-5-6-8-2-6-b.

Knock yourself out.

I did the best I could.

I don't know how long he's gonna last.

I hear, like, these little gurgling noises when he breathes.

You did fine, Jay-Jay.

I'm going to transport your associate to a private clinic.

But first you need to tell me what happened here.

I happened.

Who's this? Look, I don't even know.

Came here looking for you.

Next thing I know, he's shooting up the place.

You confirmed you were my client to a stranger?

The man has a gun in his hand.

Hell yeah, I confirmed.

My apologies for the forced introduction, Mr. Prescott,

but I require some information.

On November 19th, 2015,

your services were engaged to pick up a package in Dupont circle.

I need you to tell me the exact disposition of that package.

I don't need to tell you anything.

Oh, come now.

If you don't give me the information I've requested,

it'll all be over.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

I don't have to.

To be effective, people like you must operate from the shadows.

Anonymity and discretion

are your stock and trade,

and I'm about to make you famous.

Once you, Jay-Jay and gunshot wound here,

make the headlines tomorrow, your phone will never ring again.

Or you can tell me what I need to know.

Where is the package?

This is a mistake.

Hey, you'll be fine.

All you have to do is answer their questions.

If you don't, you'll be held in contempt.

You'll go to prison.

Agent Mojtabai.

You're up.

Uh, I do.

Sir, please state your name and occupation for the grand jury.

Um...

Aram Mojtabai and I'm an FBI agent.

You're an agent with a task force

created to work with a criminal informant

named Raymond Reddington?

Yeah.

I'm not really supposed to talk about my work.

We've heard testimony that

your task force has allowed Reddington

to commit violent crimes and done nothing to stop it.

Stop Mr. Reddington?

Well, if you knew him, you'd know that

that's basically impossible.

I see. So you knew he was continuing to commit crimes