Ressler: I'm sorry, but w-we're gonna hunt down the local kingpin of prison contraband because what, he injured one of Reddington's cronies? What about the people that Reddington killed in this very room just last week?
Harold: Reddington's actions with respect to Wujing were frustrating, I know. They will be dealt with in due time.
Siya: Look, I'm not losing sleep over the loss of evil men, but Reddington told us a pack of lies. Why should we believe him that the Postman is even worthy of our attention?
Harold: We hunted Wujing for months, at a steep cost to the U.S. government. We put people's lives on the line. And the FBI has nothing to show for it, save for a few minor arrests.
Raymond: Uh-huh.
Harold: We are not a hit squad! Wujing, Zhang Wei, Alban Veseli, all dead. Perillos is gone, I assume dead. Bo Chang is in the wind.
Raymond: Right.
Harold: This won't end here. An official investigation hasn't come down from Main Justice yet, but when it does, how do I explain to them why this task force should continue to exist?
