Haylie drew her gun and followed Reddington and Dembe into the building. The trio moved swiftly through the building until they heard gunshots.

"I guess you were right," Haylie whispered, "Your friend was in danger."

Red gave a simple nod in reply as they sped up, opening fire on the crew holding Dr. Koehler and his team hostage, but they were too late because everyone was already dead.

"Koehler isn't dead," Haylie announced as she crouched next to him causing Red to move in and take her place, the two men exchanging a whispered conversation just as the rest of the task force walked in, guns drawn.

Liz shook her head, taking in the sight, "I thought we were past these alternate agendas."

Reddington stood to acknowledge her concerns. Haylie left the building to see if Samar and Dembe caught any of the men who'd raced out, avoiding the awkwardness between Red and Liz.

"Did you get any of them?" Haylie asked, stepping back out into the street.

Samar looked up, giving her a nod, "Yeah, we've got one identity but we'll need Mr. Reddington to tell us who this man might have been connected to."

"That's something," Haylie replied, "He's up there with Liz if you want to run the name by him."

Samar shook her head, "You go do it. I've gotta connect with Aram about the vehicle they escaped with. Maybe we can use that to find them. Plus, you're Reddington's favorite."

"He likes you a lot," Haylie answered but still took the name from her, and entered the building once more to arrive just as Red and Liz's confrontation ended.

Red's face lit up once he saw her joining them once again, "Dearest! Did your team learn anything from their pursuit?"

Haylie nodded, "We got a name," she shared it with Red in hopes he'd have the knowledge of a criminal tied to it.

Reddington shook his head, "This just got much worse, I'm afraid. The man you mentioned works for The Corsican, a ruthless killer and a nationalist. I have some leads I can pursue, but for the sake of time you should use all resources available to track him down."

"Where will your work take you?" Haylie asked, knowing she might not see him again for a few days.

Red smiled tenderly at his bride, "LA, but we shall return by tomorrow at the absolute, latest." He stepped towards her, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

As he pulled back, Haylie returned his smile, "Be careful."


After some research, the task force found The Corsican was going into the UN posing as a high ranking official. Haylie rode there with Ressler and Liz while Liz updated Red on the situation over the phone.

When they hung up, Haylie addressed her, "Liz, what did he say?"

"He's on his way with a man who can defuse the bomb," she replied.

"Liz, I know this isn't the time, and I've already mentioned my feelings," Haylie began, "But, what is going on between you and Red? You've always had your issues but he believes your keeping things from him, dangerous things. Last time someone tried that, you and Tom almost died."

Liz shook her head, "None of it concerns you, so don't worry. Red and I are fine. He just can't deal with me having my own life that doesn't involve him or the work we do."

Haylie sighed, "Are you ever going to bring Agnes back home? The danger is gone and she could stay with Jessica and Patricia during the days."

"Whos Patricia?" Liz asked, avoiding the question.

Haylie shook her head, "We hired a second live-in-nanny because of the twins and all three kids being so young. You didn't answer my question," she started to pry again, but Ressler was putting the SUV in park.

"We're here," Ressler announced, "You two need to focus on the task at hand now."

Haylie and the others entered the building and took over security until they reached the bomb, just in time.

Liz called Reddington, "We've got the bomb and the building is clear. How far out are you?" Ressler and Haylie heard her say.

Red arrived within ten minutes with a man, who did not look like a competent bomb defuser. Haylie moved closer to Red, leaning toward his ear, "Babe, are you sure about this guy?"

He turned to face her, a grin creeping across his lips, "Would I bring someone to save the day if I wasn't sure of them?"

Haylie couldn't help but shrug, "I never really know with you, but so far you've always been right."

"Have you or your team caught the man responsible?" Red asked as his defuser began his work.

"Aram's got eyes on him and Ressler is in pursuit," Haylie answered.

Liz looked back at the couple, "Can you two be quiet?"

"The suspense is too much," Reddington replied, "Do I really need to be here?"

Liz admonished him once again with a simple sh.

Haylie grabbed Red's hand, just as his man brought out a needle. Red turned away, "Ugh, I hate needles."

Haylie gave his hand a firm squeeze, "Liz, he isn't helping anyone in this situation. Let me take him for a little walk."

Liz looked at Haylie and Reddington, rolling her eyes, "Really? You two are just going to leave me here with this?"

"Can all of you be silent?" the defuser asked, turning to look at them with a look of frustration etched across his face.

Haylie gestured leaving again. "Fine," Liz agreed.

"You wanted to get out of there to explore, didn't you?" Haylie asked, playfully accusing him once they were free.

Red glanced at her, a coy smile upon his face, "You know me too well. Let's go find the Grand Assembly."

Haylie and Dembe followed Red through the halls of the UN until he found the destination he'd been looking for.

Red walked up behind the podium while Haylie and Dembe took two seats in the audience chanting, "Speech!"

Reddington laughed heartily, "Ok, if I must," he began:

"Mr. Secretary General, Mr. President, distinguished members of the General Assembly...I come before you on the 70th anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights...humbled to be the latest...in a long line of politically questionable, formerly dashing strong men to address this hallowed hall. Castro, Gaddafi, and my personal favorite...Ah, Nikita, you may have helped the Soviet Union lose the Cold War, but you did in in style. Today, I want to bring to your attention a topic of great interest to me, and I believe to anyone who cares for this revered institution...Cary Grant, or, specifically, his acid trips. Through five marriages, numerous lovers, allegedly both male and female, and over 70 films, including North by Northwest, arguably the greatest work ever produced here, he just kept right on tripping and why not? Before LSD was weighed down by the countercultural baggage of Timothy Leary turning on, tuning in, and dropping out...LSD was used to treat addiction, anxiety, and depression. Standing here in the heart...of an institution dedicated to diplomacy, I can say, from personal experience, LSD has made me significantly more enlightened, kind, considerate, and loving, and if people are more kind and loving, then the world will be, too. There will be less crime, fewer acts of terror, more joy, more diplomacy, and far more fun. Cary Grant once said after a particularly evocative LSD trip, "I imagined myself as a giant penis launching off from Earth like a spaceship.""

Red's speech was interrupted as Liz came racing into the room, "We lost Moreau, but the bomb is under control. The police are on their way so you need to get out of here!"

Haylie and Dembe stood to leave. Haylie shouted at Red, "So I have LSD to thank for what a wonderful man you are?"

"Absolutely me Dear, and if I had more," Red began, "Oh! I can't even imagine how much more loving I would become," causing Haylie to blush slightly.

Red turned his attention toward Liz, "We'll be going to celebrate, would you like to join? Salted pretzels and a nice malt beverage?"

Liz shook her head, "I'll pass. I have to stay here and figure out how to explain all of this. Have fun."

Haylie waved at Liz as she opted to join him and the others for a little celebration.

Dembe and Max, the defuser, went ahead into the bar while Haylie stayed outside with Reddington to order pretzels.

"You know you're an amazing person, right?" Haylie began, "You saved a lot of lives today."

Red looked at her, a tender expression on his face, "A few good things don't undo all the terrible things I've done, but if you see me as a good man than I'll take it," he leaned forward placing his lips against hers.

Their kiss was interrupted by an NYPD officer. Haylie stood silently as two more cops joined in, one finally realizing who Red was. Even in this predicament, Reddington was attempting to talk himself out of it.

"Raymond Reddington, you are under arrest," one of them announced starting to put handcuffs on him.

The other officer turned to Haylie, "Ma'am, you can follow us to the station, but you won't be seeing this man again for a very long time."

"No, I'm going with him every step of the way," she challenged, "He is a danger to himself and others. I'm his constant observer. You don't have a choice but to take me with him."