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[COUGHING]

♪♪

Merriam!

[COUGHING]

Damn it.

Merriam!

[COUGHING]

Rosa,
where the hell's Merriam?

You okay, Mr. Bob?
No, I'm not okay.

I need my inhaler.
What's going on?

He's having trouble again.
I don't know what
the hell's wrong.

I can't get my breath.
[COUGHING]

Is it your chest?
Rosa, I found another one.

It's that feeling again,
that damn scratching,

like my breath...
[GAGS]

I feel...

[MAN VOCALIZING]

I can't...

Oh, no! Bob!

♪♪

NURSE 1: He's in
respiratory distress.

Obstruction of the
lower airway.

NURSE 2: We've ruled
out anaphylaxis?

Correct. No known
medical allergies.

Wife said he was ill
with shortness of breath.

Tell OR 8
we're on our way.

Nasotracheal intubation?

We don't have time.
We need to establish
an airway.

SpO2 approaching 80%.
Let's open his cricothyroid.

I want to avoid
his cervical spine.

[MONITOR BEEPING, FLATLINE]

♪♪

[VOCALIZING CONTINUES]

[BEETLES BUZZING]

♪♪

Yesterday morning,
a bio-tech company executive
met a gruesome death.

Yeah. I'm not
playing this game.

I'm giving you a case.

You're giving me
a lead for you

so that you can keep on doing
whatever it is you're doing.

I'm picking a jury
of my peers.

Wouldn't that be
a colorful lot.

You gave us The Pharmacist

so that Dembe could get
five minutes alone with him.

You asked for a psych eval
so you'd be sent
to a mental-health facility

where someone
you needed to see
was a patient.

If you're accusing me
of using the Task Force

to assist me in avoiding
the hangman's noose,

guilty as charged.

I want to help you,

but I can't if
you don't tell me

what it is you're doing.

I'm fighting for my life.

And you are helping
more than you know.

Why can't you just
be honest with me?

You remind me so much
of your mother.

I don't remember if I've ever
told you that before, have I?

There are a lot of things
you haven't told me.

I'm here because someone
betrayed me, someone close.

Under the circumstances,

it's hard to know
who to trust.

Okay.
Tell me about the case.

What do you know about
entomological warfare?

For over 1,000 years,

human beings have been
weaponizing insects.

In the 12th century,
wasps nests were catapulted
into enemy towns.

During the Cold War,
the Pentagon developed plans

to produce 100 million
yellow fever-infected
mosquitoes

per month.

And the most notorious
Japanese war criminal

in World War II
was General Shiro,

who bred bubonic
plague-carrying
insects

that killed
tens of thousands
of Chinese.

Did Reddington give you a case
or a history lesson?

A bit of both.

A year ago, a patent attorney

was found suffocated
in his office.

Why? An infestation
of deadly beetles

had eaten the lining
of his lungs.

Ew.
And six months ago,

it was a chemical
manufacturer's turn,

and yesterday, the head
of a bio-tech company.

Eaten from the inside
by killer beetles.

Apparently,
and according to Reddington,

they were put there
by a modern-day General Shiro.

Am I right in assuming
this case has something

to do with his defense?

Yes, but he wouldn't
tell me why.

Our immunity deal
with Reddington
has been invalidated.

He stands accused
of treason.

Is this your periodic reminder
that by working with him,

we may be viewed
as aiding and abetting?

COOPER: It's a possibility,
especially if we pursue cases

in which his agenda is,
to be polite, obscure.

We're all in,
if that's what you're asking.

COOPER: Samar, Aram,
look into what connects
the victims.

The man
who died yesterday...

Bob Lockemy,
founder of Lockemy Technology.

Go to the ME,
see what he can tell you

about the weaponized insects
that killed him.

SIMA: Your Honor,
we agree with Mr. Reddington.

Jury questionnaires
can be sent
to potential jurors

prior to jury selection,

but he wants to ask
382 questions,

most of which require
essay answers.

It would take jurors
days to complete.

REDDINGTON: I'm sorry
if you find the process

of selecting a fair jury
to be inconvenient, Mr. Sima,

but you are trying to kill me
for a crime I didn't commit.

The problem is not
inconvenience.

It's relevance.
Example, question 133.

I quote,
"Compare and contrast
the role of memory

"in the works of Proust
and Dickens, with examples."

How can I sensibly judge
one's character

if I don't know their views
on great literature?

This is absurd.

In case you haven't read
a newspaper recently,

Mr. Sima, all of our lives
are playing out

in the theater of the absurd
these days.

Your Honor,
I believe the prosecution

wants to intentionally
dumb down the jury
questionnaire

because he wants
to attract dumb jurors

because Mr. Sima wants
a jury of unsophisticated,

unthinking sheep who will
blindly convict me of treason

out of some
misguided notion

that it's the patriotic
thing to do.

I, on the other hand,
want astute jurors,

people
who can understand

the somewhat complicated
evidence I plan to present,

capable of evaluating
not only my motives,

but also those
of the government.

The literature question
is stricken.

Excellent.

That sort of bias
will only aid in my appeal

should the government win
in this round of play.

We also object
to question 134,

"Who is your favorite
classical composer?"

Okay, I will not be judged
by anyone who likes Schumann.

I refuse to be
sent to my death
by Philistines.

JUDGE WILKINS:
I love Schumann.

Fantasie in C Major
was played

at my mother's funeral
this past summer.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Mr. Reddington, 40 questions
should be sufficient.

No essays, keep it simple,
and don't waste my time.

RESSLER: Dr. Maguire,
thanks for meeting with us.

So, what do you have?

It appears that
your victim suffocated.

On insects?

Best I could tell,
some kind of water beetle.

Apparently, they're scavengers
and fierce predators,

but what
I don't understand

is how the larva
were able to survive

in his digestive enzymes
and stomach acids.

I'm sorry. I thought
you said he suffocated.

That is the official
cause of death,

but I found
larval remnants

in his stomach wall
and digestive tract,

which suggests that he
may have ingested them.

These creatures were
literally feeding on him,

eating
from the inside out.

My guess
is that they migrated

into his bronchial tubes
and lungs,

and the incision
in the neck,

well, that simply provided
an escape hatch.

Just a guess.
I'm not an expert in insects.

You probably should
talk to an entomologist.

Know anyone
you can recommend?

Not personally, but I do know
that Dr. Jonathan Nikkila,

he worked
at the same company
as your victim.

If there's anyone who can
help you find the person

who did this,
well, I'm sure he can.

[MAN VOCALIZING]

♪♪

[SMOOCHES]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[VOCALIZING CONTINUES]

♪♪

"The government wouldn't spend
the time charging someone

"with treason
if they were innocent."

"Innocent" is misspelled,
by the way,

and the apostrophe
is misplaced
in "wouldn't."

None of these answers
instill me

with great confidence
in our jury pool.

We'll find
the right people.

Thanks.

Why is it that spiritual
advisers such as yourself

are always so insistently
optimistic?

Just once I'd like to hear
a man of the cloth say,
"Yep, this sucks."

Dembe, we need a juror
I can count on,

one person capable
of convincing the others
to vote not guilty.

The jurors
are chosen randomly.

Yes, from the registered
voter logs,

the IRS, and the Department
of Motor Vehicles.

♪♪

Fortunately,
we have a friend at the DMV.

♪♪

[KNOCK ON DOOR]
[DOOR OPENS]

Dembe! Come in.
Good to see you,
old friend.

Ah! I'd shake,
but I got "sandwich hands."

[CHUCKLES]

Thank you for seeing me.

No sweat off my sack.

Anything for you
and the old man.

How's he holding up,
anyway?

It's not good.
Is it the food?

Gulping down government cheese
and dishwater stew...

Egh. It's enough to make
a man want to go vegan.

We have a situation you may be
able to help us with.

It's the jury pool.

Raymond needs people
who would be agreeable
to him.

I could go to jail
for that.

If he's found guilty, they'll
try and put him to death.

[SIGHS]
When you say it like that...

You have access to the voter
logs via the DMV records.

Raymond needs to know
if you can access the logs,

put a friend
on the panel.

Can you make that happen?

I've got friends.

Little Robbie Funkhauser
in the Big Apple office.

Uh, there's Yaling in IT,
who carries a bit of
a torch for me.

[SNIFFS]

Let me poke around a bit,
see what I can do.

Do it quietly.
What about me, Dembe?

This is just
"between friends."

Tell the big man
to hang in there, hmm?

Jelly Bean's
got his back.

Serious.

LIZ: Thank you
for helping us.

DR. NIKKILA: Of course.
Bob was like a mentor to me.

I am devastated
by the news.

Did you have a chance to look
at what the ME sent over?

I have,
and it's terrifying.

♪♪

You are looking at
a genetically modified version

of a predacious diving beetle
known as the Dytiscidae.

Predacious?
Predatory.

There are over 4,000 types
of carnivorous beetles.

But none that prey
on humans?

Not naturally, no,

but nothing about what
happened to Bob was natural.

The gestation period of the
Dytiscidae is at least a week,

and there's no reason
the larvae should've survived

inside his body for that long
after the eggs had hatched.

But that's what the medical
examiner said happened.

I can't explain it.

All I know is that someone
made alterations.

Those are its jaws.

By my math, they are
four times normal size.

Talk about weaponized.

But why go to the trouble
to make a super bug?

I mean,
there are easier ways
to kill people.

Well, not if you
want to be ironic.

He sent a bug to kill
a bug killer.

Lockemy Technologies
made pesticides.

Powerful ones.
Like Hexapene,

which I developed
when I worked there.

It was designed for use
after natural disasters
like hurricanes

when the standing
waters left behind

could breed potentially
disease-infected insects.

Some people thought
it was too powerful,

so it was not approved
for commercial use,

but I still got
death threats.

For killing
diseased bugs?

You sound very rational,

but in
the environmental world,

that type of thinking
is in short supply.

So you think someone
from the environmental
community

targeted Lockemy?

I was
a lowly technician.
Bob was the CEO.

If I got death threats,
I'm sure he did, too.

We've been led to
believe that our killer
fashions himself

as a latter-day
General Shiro.

Does that mean
anything to you?

General Shiro
was a war criminal,

but his knowledge of how
to weaponize the insect world

was so great that instead
of executing him,

the Allies hired him
to teach us how to
wage bio-war.

If the man you are looking for
fashions himself after Shiro,

it means to get
his point across,

he doesn't care
how many people he kills.

Hexapene is what connects
the three victims.

Lockemy ran the company
that developed it,

Steiner was the attorney
he hired to patent it,

and Helfrich
was the chemist he used

to manufacture
the pesticide.

Nikkila told us Hexapene
wasn't approved for
commercial use.

Not yet, but according
to a recent SEC filing,

Lockemy was lobbying Congress
and the FDA for approval.

And now someone's killed
everyone involved
in making that happen.

I got something.
This is Lockemy's calendar.

Business meetings, speeches,
lunches he'd scheduled,

including one
he had a week ago
with Dick Kendel.

Wait.
The clean air guy?

The clean air guy,
the clean water guy.

In the
environmental community,
he is the guy,

and his current crusade,
leading the fight

to ban pesticides
like Hexapene.

COOPER: Kendel is a lobbyist.

Maybe he had lunch
with Lockemy

so he could lobby him
to change his mind.

Maybe, but he did have lunch
with him a week ago.

So?

So Dr. Nikkila told us
the gestation period
for these bugs is a week.

Which means
a week ago,

our killer found a way
to get Lockemy

to eat or drink their way
into his system.

What better way
to do that than at a
power lunch on K Street?

COOPER: Find Kendel,
bring him in.

Looks like we found
our latter-day General Shiro.

♪♪

GLEN: What about this broad?
Fay Macmannis.

She's a registered
Libertarian.

They're always
"hear no evil,
see no evil."

Put her in the maybe pile.

What about Marlene Sucha?

Carnegie Hill address.
Salmon pants territory.

Blue blazers, family crests,
treslaw and order.

Pass.

[SIGHS]

WOMAN: D-22. Window W.

D-22. Window W to your right.

What?
I was thinking,
with your access

to the big man's
finances, uh...

You know, never mind.
Bad idea.

What's a bad idea?

Doesn't matter.
It's stupid.

What if we leave him?

Leave who?

Reddington.
I mean, let him rot.

With your access to his money
and my connections,

we could clean him out,
vanish.

That's a terrible idea.

Unless it's not.

We let him think we tried,
did everything we could,

but it didn't work.

Reddington takes a ride
on the pale horse,

we abscond with the dough,
50/50 split.

40/60, whatever
you think is fair.

Point is, you and I
are great together.

You can feel that.
I know you can.

Like brothers
from another mother.

The White Stripes.
The Black Keys.

African-American.

Dembe, you and I could do
great things together.

[LAUGHS]
I'm screwin' with you.

You think I'm nuts?
He'd kill us both.

You should've
seen your face.

We have to find someone.

Yeah, yeah, after lunch.
I am starving.

Dying for one of those
teriyaki bowls, extra cabbage.

You want one?
Didn't you just eat?

Don't worry.
We'll figure it out.

Unless you want to let
the old man rot.

I'm only kidding!

But not really.
Either way, think about it.

I'll get an extra
teriyaki bowl.

You'll thank me later.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS,
LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE]

[SIGHS]

Mr. Kendel, FBI.
Open up, please.

[BEETLE BUZZES]

Do you hear that?

What is that?
I don't hear anything.

Mr. Kendel?

Hello?

Maybe we're too late.

Maybe he killed Lockemy
and fled.

Maybe not.

♪♪

Mr. Kendel?

[BEETLES BUZZING]

So much for finding
our killer.

♪♪

LIZ: This doesn't
make any sense.

Lockemy, Steiner,
and Helfrich lobbied
to make Hexapene legal.

Kendel lobbied to
keep it illegal.

Why would someone who kills
people because he hates

the pesticides they make kill
someone who hates pesticides?

Did the ME establish
a time of death?

Both men died within
an hour of each other.

So, we thought Kendel
poisoned Lockemy at lunch,

but it turns out someone else
poisoned them both.

COOPER:
We'll worry about why later.

Right now,
all that matters is who.

Our only lead
is the restaurant.

Get there and see
what you can find.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Written answers
having been given,

we will now proceed
to in-person interviews.

Given this
is a death-penalty case,

each side has
20 peremptory challenges.

Does defense counsel
understand the nature
of such challenges?

Yes, Your Honor.
It means that by the
time the jury is seated,

there won't be
a Schumann lover
in the bunch.

This should be fun.

Treason is pissing
on our flag,

going against our own people.

Anybody who does
that deserves to die,
in my opinion.

I'd pull the trigger myself.

We'll certainly keep you
in mind for that.

So, you're a professor
of criminal psychology.

Are you confident
that you could be impartial

in assessing the evidence
in this case?

I am. In fact,
I have been before.

My sister was the victim
of a violent crime.

Yes, I'm a veteran.
Two tours in Iraq.

Thank you
for your service.

If a man's broken a law,
he's broken a law.

Ain't no way around it.
It's why we got laws, anyway.

But you could bring
back a verdict

without fear or prejudice?

Of course I could, yes.

REDDINGTON: Your Honor,
I'd ask that this juror
be dismissed for cause.

Grounds?

A close member of her family
was victimized by crime.

I think it's reasonable
to question

her ability to be
impartial.

She just said
she could be fair-minded.

And I'm sure
she believes that.

Your motion to strike
for cause is denied.

If you have concerns,
you can use one of the few

peremptory strikes
you have left.

No, thank you, Your Honor.
MAN 1: It's simple.

MAN: If more people
were executed,
maybe the death penalty

would work the way
it should work

and criminals just might
think twice.

Your Honor, I'd give a dozen
strikes to dismiss this juror.

I put my life on the line
to defend this country.

Friends of mine
have died for it.

So, yeah, if this guy's
guilty of betraying the US,

I think capital punishment
is appropriate.

Respectfully,
I move to strike for cause.

Because he's a veteran?
No,

because it appears
he already thinks I'm guilty.

He said
"if" you're guilty.

How long have I been with
the ACLU? 28 years.

I'm a card-carrying member.

Would you care
to see the card?

That won't be necessary.

Your Honor, this juror
is acceptable to the defense.

But not the prosecution.
Peremptory strike, Your Honor.

Move to strike.
Your Honor, please strike.

Strike, Your Honor.
MAN: Truth is,
I detest any form

of political correctness,
conventional wisdom,
or government intrusion.

Do you believe
in the rule of law?

The best and the brightest
should rule, not the law.

Your Honor,
the defense accepts
and welcomes this juror.

Move to strike.

[GAVEL BANGS]

So, you like pugs.

No, I love pugs.

Even with all the scratching
and the wheezing,

the drooling
and the gassiness?

That is a myth.
Pugs don't suffer...

I think you love them
because they suffer.

Perhaps because you suffer.

This is jury selection,
Mr. Reddington,
not group therapy.

Your Honor, this juror said
she favors the death penalty

and that her husband
was a cop.

With all due respect,
she certainly qualifies

as an obvious dismissal
on my part.

I'm aware of that.
I'm also aware

that you are out
of peremptory challenges.

You may strike
subsequent jurors
for good cause only,

and loving pugs
isn't cause.

Ah, well, you see, but it is.
It's cause for hope.

Only people with
a healthy dose of empathy

are capable of caring
for beasts with such deficits.

Did you just call
my pugs beasts?

That's what some
people see.

You clearly see
something else.

I know what I see,
and I don't like it.

Give it time.

I've been known
to wheeze and scratch.

I prefer not to discuss
the drool and the flatulence.

Your Honor, this juror
is acceptable to the defense.

Good to know,
because I'm seating her.

Ma'am, you may be excused.

Call the next juror.

[DOOR OPENS]

Okay, here I am.
Ready to serve!

Ahh!

Okay,
who's got questions?

Y-Your Honor, we've been at
this for several hours now.

Might we take
our mid-morning break?

I'm feeling
a little unwell.

Just 15 minutes
till I get my legs back.

Very well.
We shall be in recess.

[GAVEL BANGS]

♪♪

SCHMOCK: Poisoned?
While eating here?

We believe so, yes.
They had lunch
here a week ago.

Yeah, I-I don't
remember them.

But there was an incident
in the kitchen.

What kind of incident?
A stranger wandered in.

One of the busboys
followed him out.

I mean,
nothing was taken,

so I didn't give it
another thought.

Is the busboy here today?

We'd like to speak to him.

You know, I'm afraid
that won't be possible.

He may be able to ID
the killer.

Look, I-I want to cooperate
with you

and I-I'm sure he does, too,
but you're with the FBI,

and he's...
Undocumented.

And in
the current climate,

people are understandably
reluctant to talk

to law enforcement,
even about murder.

We're not looking
to report anyone.

We're just looking
for some answers.

[SCHMOCK SPEAKS SPANISH]

Me llamo Aram.

Mucho gusto.
[CHUCKLES]

Uh, yeah, that's... That's
the extent of my Spanish.

It was a first period
in high school

and I've never really been
much of a morning person.

Right.

Okay, uh,
here's the thing.

My parents were refugees.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

Agent Navabi was
a-a political refugee herself.

[SCHMOCK SPEAKS SPANISH]

Tell him that we both
believe in amnesty.

[SCHMOCK SPEAKS SPANISH]

ARAM: And that we'll go
as soon as he tells us
what he knows.

[SCHMOCK SPEAKS SPANISH]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

He saw a man
in the kitchen.

And he asked him
what he's doing here.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]
He took off.

He chased him
down the block.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Where he saw him
get into a taxi
in front of Hotel Macon.

Muchas gracias.

SAMAR: Thank you.

We both feel that way?

Well, I wanted him
to feel comfortable.

I didn't think trying to
convince him that you're

actually a lovable Zionist
was the way to do it.

Agents Navabi
and Mojtabai, FBI.

We need to speak with
your head of security

about any surveillance
footage you might have
of the cab stand.

The license plate
on the cab is yours.

My cab,
my crazy passenger.

You remember him?
Sure.

Guy jumps in,
tells me
this insane story

about being chased
by a jealous husband,

and that I should drive
as fast as I can.

Drive where?

FBI!
Show me your hands! FBI!

FBI!

Clear!
Clear.

MAN: Room clear!

ARAM:
Oh, this is disturbing.

What is it?

Beetle larva.

All of which has probably
been genetically modified.

How much do you think it
takes to kill someone?

Oh, a thimbleful,
if that.

Looks like he plans
to kill again.

ARAM: Yeah, it does.

Again and again...
And again.

[DOOR OPENS]

What the hell happened?

DEMBE: I don't know.

Glen?
Honestly. Glen?

We only found three names.

And if it isn't bad enough,

now my fate rests
in the hands

of Jelly Bean Carter!

[CELL PHONE RINGING]
This is him.

I'm not talking to him.

Raymond, you're operating
in the dark.

See what he knows.

[RINGING CONTINUES]

What the hell
are you doing here?

And where are the people I asked for?

I couldn't risk
putting your fate in
the hands of strangers.

Stra... Glen, Dembe gave you
very specific instructions.

I can do this, boss, trust me.

D-Don't call me boss,
and you cannot do this.

You want to second-guess me,
go right ahead.

Haters gonna hate.
That's what they do.

I-I don't even know
what that means.

I won't let you down.

Not today, not tomorrow,
not no how, not no way,

and that, my friend,
is the name of that tune.

[LINE CLICKS]
[CELL PHONE CLOSES]

I might as well
just ask the judge

to let me go lie down
in traffic.

[SIGHS]

Mr. Carter, have you followed
any of the media coverage
regarding this case?

News? Never watch it.

I like the show
with those ladies.

You know, the wives?

What about social media?

Bullies and porn.

Don't care for one,
don't need the other.

Have you ever heard
of Raymond Reddington?

Can't say that I have.

Have you
formed an opinion

of the defendant's guilt
or innocence?

Knew a Fred Reddington
once.

Had four nipples.

JUDGE WILKINS:
As fascinating as that may be,

please just answer
the question.

I don't judge a book
by its cover,

if that's
what you're asking.

What is your feeling
about the death penalty?

I get pre-judged plenty.
I try not to return the favor.

If you were asked
to impose...

Guess you could say
I'm not unlike that
blindfolded beauty,

Dame Justice,
up there in her silky robe.

No bias, no prejudice.
I don't discriminate.

Or apparently,
follow simple instructions.

Except against cats!
I hate cats.

Besides that, I'm good.
I'm sorry.

What was your question?

Exactly. Move to dismiss
the juror, Your Honor.

On what grounds?
That he's open-minded?

That the abuse
that's been heaped upon him

as a result of his decidedly
unpleasant personality

has made him reluctant
to do unto others

as they have so often
done unto him?

This isn't
a popularity contest.

Mr. Sima's dismissiveness
is, I'm sure,

an all too familiar event
in this man's life.

He's odd and annoying

and clearly incapable
of following instruction.

I think it's safe to say that
even those who know him best,

perhaps especially
those who know him best,

probably hold him
in remarkably low regard.

But the lamentable
characteristics

that make him an outcast
are the very ones

that make him perfectly suited
to sit on this jury.

Beholden to no one
because no one likes him.

Capable of making up
his own mind

because he's incapable
of listening to anyone else.

He is an outcast.

Maybe even deservedly so,

but if he's able to administer
blind justice in this case,

I think we should give him
a chance with the blindfold.

Whatever justice this juror
may have been intending

to administer
will hardly be blind

after defense counsel's
stirring remarks
on his behalf.

JUDGE WILKINS: I'm not
so sure he was damning
with faint praise

or praising with
faint damnation.

Either way, if the juror
insists he's impartial,

I'm inclined to take him
at his word.

So I made the cut?

You did, Mr. Carter.

Thank you in advance
for your service.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

And may I say, uh,
unlike my last judge,

you are a tall drink
of water.

SIMA: Your last judge?

In your questionnaire,
you said you hadn't served
on a jury before.

I wasn't on the jury.
I was the defendant.

I won a hundred K
at a craps table in Reno.

Casino took me to court
for sliding dice.

And did you slide dice?

[CLEARS THROAT]
Six boxcars in a row.

So you're
a convicted felon?

Or a parable for our times,
the common man

forced to do something
uncommon to make ends meet.

I bought a sweet condo,
that's for sure.

[CHUCKLES]

Mr. Reddington, as moving
as your apparently

boundless empathy
for this man may be,

a convicted felon
may not serve on a jury.

Mr. Carter,
you're dismissed.

For what?
Leveling the playing field?

Odds of rolling
a pair of sixes
is 36-to-1.

House only pays 31-to-1,

and you think
I'm the crook here?

What about a jury
of his peers, huh?

You can't just have a bunch
of pocket protectors!

This is Raymond Reddington
we're talking about!

I thought you didn't
know who he was.

I don't.
Not in a Biblical sense.

That's not how I roll.

Mr. Carter, I think you
should roll on out of here.

Agh.

♪♪

We had it all wrong
about Lockemy and Kendel
being on opposite sides.

It turns out they both
wanted to legalize Hexapene.

Files from
the Blacklister's lab

indicate that
Lockemy paid Kendel

to support legislation
being considered by Congress.

Paid his organization
$3 million to do an
independent analysis.

I guess for that kind
of money, it's hard to
stay independent.

Have you been able to ID
the Blacklister?

Not yet. We've looked
through the tax records
on the property,

but it's owned
by a holding company.

TAC team's on site now,
but he hasn't showed up.

Kendel sold out
and paid for it with his life.

Lockemy, Steiner,
and Helfrich

were killed
for being true believers.

Dr. Nikkila's
not only a true believer,
he invented Hexapene.

COOPER:
Navabi, reach out to him.

Get him a security detail
and somebody to monitor
what he eats and drinks.

[DIALING]
We also found a copy
of a press release

that Kendel's organization
was scheduled to release today

in support of Hexapene.

LIZ: Why today?
A press release is usually
tied to a news event.

The legislation that Congress
is considering

to legalize Hexapene,

the Committee on Energy
and Commerce

is holding a hearing
on it today,

and the Blacklister
had the date circled
in his calendar.

We're on our way.

♪♪

SAMAR:
We found Dr. Nikkila.

That's a relief.

Not where we found him,
it isn't.

The committee hearing
you're on your way to,

Dr. Nikkila
is the star witness.

We've contacted
Capitol Police,

but we don't
have a description
of the UNSUB.

Were they willing
to postpone the hearing?

Shut down Capitol Hill
over a toxic beetle larva?

It's not gonna happen.

Have you reached out
to Dr. Nikkila?

LIZ: He's not answering.
We've left messages,
phone and text.

Everything we know
suggests this man

will strike again
at the hearing.

When does it start?
Five minutes ago.

Good morning.
My name is
Dr. Jonathan Nikkila.

I want to begin
by thanking you
for inviting me to testify.

I am confident that before
the hearing concludes,

you will agree with me
that the question

of whether or not
to legalize Hexapene

is, quite literally,
a matter of life and death.

Yes, I personally developed
the pesticide in question,

Hexapene,
so I can vouch
for its efficacy.

[MAN COUGHING]
There are some
environmentalists

who worry about its effect
on people,

and it's true that like
all pesticides,

Hexapene can have
negative effects on humans,

but that is not
really the point.

Harm to humans isn't the...
[COUGHING]

I'm sorry. I was asking
isn't harm to humans
the whole point?

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Agents Ressler
and Keen, FBI.

Yes, Officer Talbert,
Capitol Police.

We spoke.
EMT's en route.

Dr. Nikkila.
Can you take us to him?

The real threat
Hexapene poses

is to the insects,
not humans.

It decimates
insect populations.

Not just the insects
it targets, all insects.

It is not the only one.

Pesticides are causing
cataclysmic die-offs

of insects
throughout the world.

It is not just honeybees.

I think we're getting
off topic.

The issue is the harm
caused to humans.

Our land can live
without humans,
thrive even.

The Earth dies
without insects.

There'll be no pollination,
no crops, no food,

no way to remove
rotting flesh,
dead vegetation.

Without insects,
the Earth will become
a deep, dark graveyard

because we killed off
its most important
inhabitants.

In that case,
why didn't you protest

the making of Hexapene
in the first place?

♪♪

Because I trusted
my colleagues.

I was assured by them
that Hexapene would
only be used

in the wake
of a natural disaster,

but then I found out
Mr. Lockemy misled me.

He intended to sell
Hexapene everywhere,

and he was lobbying you
to allow it.

I begged him
to reconsider.

He thought I was
being hysterical,

but I felt and feel...
[COUGHS]

...that people
who poison the planet

present a mortal danger
that must be eliminated

as an act of global
self-defense
and justice.

That, sir, is why you
cannot stop coughing.

You have been poisoned.

Not by me,
but by the insects.

What is he talking about?
Did he say poisoned?

They are genetically modified
Dytiscidaes, to be precise,
predacious diving beetles,

and they have been
growing inside you

since I dosed your wine
at Ruby's.

By now,
they have hatched

and are trying to escape
via your airways.

[COUGHS]

[SPECTATORS GASP]

♪♪

Security,
detain Mr. Nikkila.

You don't need security,
you need an ambulance,

and this cause
needs attention,

which is exactly what
you are going to give us.

Jonathan Nikkila.
FBI.

DR. NIKKILA: These people
are poisoning the planet.
The insects can save us!

You're under arrest.

♪♪

You were on the jury!
You'd been picked!

All you had to do
was stop talking!

GLEN: What do you
want me to say?

I've never been picked
for anything before.

It went to my head.

And FYI, I'm not the one that
said hurtful things in there.

No, what you said was
catastrophically stupid.

"Unpleasant personality,
odd, annoying,

"beholden to no one
because no one likes him."

You cut me, man.
You cut me bad.

I cut you?

Without an apology,
I don't know where
we go from here.

[SIGHS]

I'm sorry.

Dude,
I'm messing with you!

Being odd and annoying's
my stock and trade.

So, tell me [CLEARS THROAT]
what's the contingency plan?

You were, Glen.

[CELL PHONE CLOSES]

This sucks.

On second thought,
I prefer insistent optimism.

We've been through
worse.

The Nkana mine explosion
in Zambia.

The typhoon
on the trawler.

Forty people,
three life vests.

If we found our way
out of those situations,

we can find our way
out of this one.

That case I gave
the Task Force,

have they identified
General Shiro?

Yes. His name is
Dr. Jonathan Nikkila.

I need you to get into
his lab, get to his files.

What am I looking for?

An address for
my get-out-of-jail-free card.

I believe Nikkila
must have sent him

some of his toxic
bug juice.

And without Glen,
he is the last rabbit
in my hat.

The only way out of
this situation is to find him,

and the way to find him
is somewhere in Nikkila's lab.

If there's an address,
I'll find it.

Thank you, Dembe.

I don't care if it's insistent
optimism or false hope.

At this point,
I'll take either one.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

The jury
has been picked.

And?

Raymond is in trouble.
He needs help.

W-What can I do?

Take me
to Dr. Nikkila's lab.

And give you five minutes
alone with him

like I gave you
with The Pharmacist?

It's important,
Elizabeth.

It's also a sealed
crime scene.

Then you need
to unseal it.

♪♪

SAMAR: You should know
that Robert Carson,

the Committee Chair,
passed away an hour ago.

You really don't understand
the scientific process.

There's no biological benefit
to revenge.

None of those people
were my victims.

They were my experiments.

Experiments?
For what?

The insects, of course.

My crime was to create
a pesticide that kills
them off.

The least I could do
was help them fight back

by giving them the tools
and traits they need
to survive.

But I had to test it,
verify.

I needed to prove
my hypothesis that insects
could fight back,

and my six experiments
proved that they could.

You modified the insects.

You took traits from different
species to make them lethal.

Mmm.
That will be my legacy.

I will not be remembered
as a destroyer of their world,

but their savior.

You said six experiments.

There was Lockemy, Steiner,

Helfrich, Kendel,
the Congressman.

Who was the sixth?

Call an ambulance!

Did you hear me?
Call a medic, now!

[COUGHING]

You knew you would
get caught,

but you don't care
because you know

you're not going to
prison.

Did you hear me?
Get a medic in here now!

Paramedics are on their way.

That's okay.
Tell them not to rush.

You can leave
for this part

if that would make you
more comfortab...

[GAGGING]

♪♪

[COUGHING]

[THUDDING]

[SPITS]

[COUGHING]

[GROANING]

[BEETLES BUZZING]

[GROANING]

REDDINGTON:
What a nice surprise.

Oh, if I'd known you were
coming, I would've baked
a cake.

Don't suppose you
have one on you,

perhaps with a file
or a blowtorch in it?

No such luck,
I'm afraid.

Ah, pity.

It's not a blowtorch,

but I thought it might,
uh, calm the nerves.

[LAUGHS]
Grab a chair.

[LOCK DISENGAGES]

♪♪

REDDINGTON: I was thinking
earlier about the time

Dembe and I
were on a trawler

that capsized during a typhoon
off the Philippines.

We were running guns to the
Moro Islamic Liberation Front.

It's interesting.

How you always seem to side
with the underdog.

REDDINGTON: I find
desperation pays well.

COOPER: The overdog always pays better.

[REDDINGTON LAUGHS]

The boat was too full
to begin with,

so when the storm
caught up with us,

we didn't stand a chance.

Of the 40 people on board,
24 were lost right away.

Another 11
didn't last the night.

There was no life raft.

The militia leaders
took the three
available life vests.

Leaving you and Dembe.
[CHUCKLES]

How did you survive?

I didn't.

I drowned that night.

I saw the other side.

It was...

[BINDER CLICKS]

...so...

...different.

♪♪

And then I was back.

How he did it...

Found a wooden door,

held me to it,

pounded the water
out of my lungs

and the life back in.

Dembe saved my life
that night.

Dembe's always
saved my life.

LIZ: Did you find
what you came for?

I did.
Thank you, Elizabeth.

He said I reminded him
of my mother.

That's what he said
when I asked him why
he gave us this case.

He's right.

You remind me of her,
too.

You know everything.

♪ Keep your head down

Don't you?

♪ Keep moving

Everything about him.

All the answers
I'm looking for.

♪ Listen for a sound

I do.

♪ Keep moving

♪♪

♪ They'll never pin you down

[LOCK ENGAGES, KEYS JINGLE]

♪ If you keep moving ♪

Do you and each of you
solemnly swear

that you will well
and truly try

and a true deliverance make
between the United States

and Raymond Reddington
a true verdict

rendered according to
the evidence, so help you God?

TOGETHER: I do.

JUDGE WILKINS:
With the jury in place,
trial is set to commence

Tuesday morning at 8:00 a.m.

I will see you all then.

♪♪

That's a smug little grin.

I've been a prosecutor
for 18 years.

I have empaneled
over 300 juries.

It's usually a flip of a coin
as to which way

they're gonna lean,
but this group...

This is a two-headed coin,
my friend.

Your fate is sealed.

We'll see about that.

I respect
the false confidence,
but you and I both know

you're a dead man walking.

♪♪