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Buna?

You're new.

Roll over.

Okay.

What's your name?

- Zack.
- Zack.

Hi.

I see you're ready.

What happened to the new girl?

What new girl?

How much?

Smoll was cleaning over 200 million.
How much was lost?

All of it.

Thank you, Abe.

- Problems?
- Yes.

Transactions vital to my interest
failed to be tendered.

What kinds of transactions?

It seems a bid I made
on the Whistler Cruise Line...

...wasn't tendered
because my accountant dropped dead...

...before he could transfer the funds.

In addition, millions are missing...

...that the same accountant was
in the process of laundering.

- I think I've heard enough.
- It appears my operation is under siege.

And this affects the fate
of the free world how?

Not at all.

However, in order for me to be useful
to your task force...

...I have to maintain a certain...

...stature in the criminal underworld.

From time to time,
I am compelled to rely...

...on your Bureau's support
in that endeavor.

This is one of those times.

The interest I hope to acquire...

...from Whistler Cruise Line was sold
to a long-standing rival...

...Baldur Magnusson.

Rumors have circulated
that he assassinated...

- ...my accountant to secure the deal.
- What do you need from us?

Some help...

...to determine
who murdered my man, Zack Smoll.

If I can't staunch the bleeding
Smoll's death has precipitated...

...all of our work could come
to a grinding and permanent halt.

I'm under attack, Elizabeth.

And I need to find out by whom.

Roughly 14 hours ago,
Zack Smoll was found dead...

...in the Gentle Bliss Massage Parlor.

ME's preliminary report describes
symptoms consistent with meningitis.

How's Reddington know
Smoll didn't get meningitis naturally?

He didn't say, but if he's coming to us
with this, it means he's desperate.

You feel you're paid enough to serve
the public's interests and Reddington's.

- I don't.
- If someone killed his accountant...

...you think he's gonna want us
to just put him in jail?

The second we find him,
he'll insist we hand him over...

...so he can make an example
by murdering him.

I agree. Agent Keen,
tell Reddington he's on his own.

Guys, Smoll's body has
just been flagged by the CDC.

- They rerouted it to a containment lab.
- What does that mean?

It means whatever killed Smoll is
more dangerous than meningitis.

Get to the CDC.
See what you can find out.

- Any idea what we're dealing with?
- Luschen's disease, a form of meningitis.

Symptoms include sudden high fever,
stiffened neck, reddish-purple rash...

...seizure, respiratory failure, and death.

How contagious is it?

This strain's mutated.
It's transmitted via physical contact.

Sweat, saliva,
even the lightest touch can be lethal.

Good news is,
it doesn't survive outside a host.

Symptoms present almost immediately
after exposure...

...followed by death in only minutes,
which is, ironically...

- ...the one saving grace of the disease.
- How so?

It can't travel. Victim's incapacitated
before he can transmit it.

- So how did Smoll get infected?
- Lipstick.

We found traces of it
around the victim's mouth.

Based on the sample,
whoever left it behind...

...should've been dead
before she could kiss our victim.

So who is she?
And why isn't she dead?

Well, for the moment, Agent Ressler,
that remains a mystery.

- I found our suspect.
- Good for you.

Okay, what's going on?

- Nothing, I'm fine.
- Really? Because you seem upset.

And before with Mr. Cooper,
about not getting paid enough...

I lost it in front of
the ladies in Payroll.

They gave me your check
instead of mine because...

...you know, we both have brown faces.

- I'm sure that was a mistake.
- You make 32 percent more than I do.

- Oh, you opened my check.
- I have a Ph.D.

- It's because...
- I have the same responsibilities...

...and people actually shoot at me.

That is true. Okay.
You should say something to Mr. Cooper.

Say what?

Aram has a suspect.

Yes, the suspect.

The suspect, yes.

So I found a partial angle from a security
camera behind the massage parlor.

Check it out.

The CDC has only one other recorded
outbreak of Luschen's in the U.S...

...a pawnbroker in Maryland.

The coroner wrote it off
as natural causes, but the thing is...

...his pawn shop was robbed
the day he died.

So I dug up some security feeds
and look who was there.

Same woman at both outbreaks. One
a robbery, the other an assassination.

And in a bad disguise at both.

What if it's not a disguise?

Look at the time code. It's July.

In Maryland, it must've been 90 degrees.

So either she's sick,
she has fevers, chills...

...or she doesn't want anyone to get sick.
She's using it to mitigate contagion.

- So she's not trying to start a pandemic.
- Well, if we don't find her soon...

...someone else is gonna die
in the process.

- I wish there was another way.
- It's okay.

- But we need it for the next stage.
- It's okay, you don't have to explain.

This is what we both want.

Just do it.

What do you want?

Are the rumors true
that you're responsible...

...for the death of my accountant,
Zack Smoll?

The truth doesn't matter.

It's about appearances.

And at the moment it appears
to virtually everyone who gives a damn...

...that I killed Smoll.

And your failure to retaliate is proof
of your weakness.

Whether I killed him or not is immaterial.

You have no choice but to come for me.

- And you for me.
- Which begs the question:

Why bother with a phone call?

Because we've known each other
for a long time.

We understand
each other's organizations.

If Cristobal acted without your authority
or someone forced your hand...

...tell me. We can try and sort it out.

After all, you're a bit long in the tooth
for a street brawl.

You think so?

- I've reviewed the case file you sent.
- And you've got something?

You know, many ancient cultures
shared a common figure...

...a god or demon...

...who brought disease to humanity.

The Finns called her Loviatar.

The Yoruba people knew her
as Shapona.

The Greeks, of course,
immortalized Pandora.

Odd that they're always women.

Have you ever heard of Mary Mallon?

Should I have?

She was a cook for the New York elite
in the late 19th century.

When an alarming number
of high-society swells...

...came down with typhoid fever...

...a research scientist traced
the outbreak...

...to a woman with the rare ability
to carry the disease...

...without suffering its effects
or exhibiting any outward symptoms...

- ...earning her the name...
- Typhoid Mary.

Correct.

You're looking for an asymptomatic
carrier of Luschen's disease.

To find your suspect...

...you need to know when and where
was the outbreak that she survived.

And hurry.

There's a reason the plague bringers
were the most feared...

...among the ancient deities.

You've got that little crease
between your brow.

Right here.

That always happens when you're upset.

The spinal tap didn't yield the results
that I was expecting.

And we still need
specialized equipment...

- ...which means that...
- More money.

More people.

I found another opportunity...

...that we can handle,
that you can handle, I'm sure of it.

Please.

Look at me.

I'm gonna figure this out. I swear it.
I just need a little bit more time.

We're so close.

All right, baby, home sweet home.

All right, come on, you.

Please excuse the intrusion.

She's not here.

I'm not here to see Elizabeth.

What do you know about Edgar Legate?

When it comes to assassins, he's
the standard. Nobody's ever seen him.

Precisely.

Because he doesn't exist.

Legate is an elaborate fiction.

- A bogeyman I created.
- No, no, Legate is real.

- I know of at least six jobs the guy's done.
- Or so you believe.

Edgar Legate is nothing more...

...than a name I employ to take credit
for various killings for which I...

...or my associates are responsible.

One of my competitors,
Baldur Magnusson, is actively seeking...

...a reliable independent contractor
to kill me.

Someone I won't see coming.
I think Legate would fit the bill nicely.

- You want me to become Legate.
- I thought maybe.

Forget it. I'm not gonna play assassin
so you can kill someone I've never met.

I don't need you to become Legate
to kill Magnusson.

I need you to become Legate
so Magnusson will hire you to kill me.

- You want me to deliver him to you.
- Yes.

If you can find a sitter.

- I wanna talk to you after this.
- Yeah, sure.

So I looked into Mr. Reddington's
Typhoid Mary angle. I found something.

The first recorded outbreak
of Luschen's in human beings...

...occurred in rural Moldova in 2002.

A family of nine wiped out,
except for one daughter, Natalie Luca.

She was taken to a local clinic,
but the outbreak was deemed...

- ...too much to handle.
- How did she get out of Moldova?

The World Health Organization
called in Hawthorne Biologics...

...a company that specializes
in infectious-disease response.

They brought the girl back to their clinic
outside Alexandria for further treatment.

I had no idea Natalie was capable
of anything like this.

We care for dozens of patients...

...who are too infectious
to live outside a strict quarantine.

Out of all of them...

...Natalie was the sweetest, the kindest.

If she was so infectious,
how come she's at large?

We did our best to give her a normal life.

But she was young,
determined to be independent.

We did everything we could
to dissuade her from leaving.

But eventually, we had no choice
but to comply with her wishes.

How is that possible? She was infected
with a deadly contagion.

We had no legal right to hold her.

She was young.

- She was in love.
- In love? With who?

Malik Roumain. He was
a promising, young bioresearch tech.

- They're here.
- But they couldn't touch each other?

No. It's hard to imagine
in the absence of physical contact...

...but certainly not impossible.

He advocated for her, agreed to take
responsibility for her quarantine...

...and see to her needs. We agreed
to a year-long break from testing...

...in exchange
for Malik submitting regular reports.

Until you called,
we had no idea they were gone.

Reports kept coming in, so we assumed
they were still at the house we provided.

- It turns out they moved months ago.
- You didn't check on them?

I wanted to respect their privacy.

If you need anything further from me...

...please don't hesitate to call.

If anything were to happen to this child...

...I don't know that I'll be able
to forgive myself.

If I were you...

...I'd be more worried about
what might happen to everyone else.

Hi. I'm so sorry.
We're doing this scavenger hunt...

...for my sorority, and I need
to kiss two guys with a gun.

- Seriously?
- I know, it's stupid.

Do your worst.

So does your friend have a gun too?

If you had allowed me secure the facility,
Malik never could have broken her out.

We agreed
your men would've drawn attention.

Enough. What did you tell the FBI?

That Natalie voluntarily chose
to leave with Malik.

They have no reason to suspect
the nature of our research.

- Only a matter of time till they find them.
- Then be there when they do.

Perhaps it would be best
to temporarily suspend our research.

Out of the question.

Our top priority at this point
is recovering Natalie. Alive.

- Understand?
- Yeah.

Malik Roumain,
born to immigrant parents...

...full boat to Berkeley at 17.
The American dream.

By 23 he had his Ph.D. in biochemistry
from Johns Hopkins...

...and turned down a number of highly
paid offers for a postdoc at Hawthorne.

Hawthorne claims that he and Natalie fell
for each other while he worked there.

- Forbidden love.
- There's another attack.

An armored truck was taken down
in Bethesda. CDC's on site.

They should have something for us soon.

Aram.

Cooper called me in.

Apparently the ladies in Accounting
were not thrilled with my freak-out.

- Did you tell him why you freaked out?
- Yeah. He offered me a raise, 16 percent.

- That's fantastic.
- I'd still make less than you.

Okay, but, you know, it's a start.

No, it isn't. It's an insult.
I turned it down.

He's here.

All clear.

Excuse me. Wrong door, sir.

You're the ugliest chambermaid
I ever seen.

Myron. My sincere condolences.

- Who died?
- You did.

I need Baldur Magnusson
to believe Edgar Legate is in town.

What better way
to announce that than by...

...making him believe Legate killed
a larcenist of your stature.

And what better place for the deadly deed
to occur than the flagship hotel...

...Magnusson owns and operates.

By the time our little charade is finished,
Magnusson will be scouring the town...

...desperate to hire your killer.

Not to worry. We'll have you
out of there in a jiffy.

We'll be ordering room service...

...and watching the game
with my associates before you know it.

You'll provide the body,
we'll provide the evidence.

CDC confirmed the victims of the
armored truck robbery died of Luschen's.

Witnesses saw a 2006,
dark red Ford van, partial plate...

...7-Mike-Echo-6.

Okay, the vehicle is registered
under a Alec Moore.

That's him. He must have registered
the car under an alias.

- Pulling up his address.
- Samar, Ressler, get over there.

Liz, pull together a Hazmat team.
Have them meet them at the location.

- Can I help you, sir?
- As a matter of fact, you can.

I believe this man checked out
of your hotel earlier today.

He's an old friend. I lost my head
and forgot our appointment.

I was wondering if you could tell me
where he was headed.

The airport perhaps? Train station?

Or was he driving himself?

I'm afraid I don't know.

And even if I did, I would not be
at liberty to say. I'm sorry.

Keep it.

Discretion is a rare
and tragically undervalued quality.

- Yes.
- Reddington was here...

...looking for a guest, Michel Badot.

He was there when they removed
the body, watching.

- It's Legate.
- What do you want me to do?

Secure Legate.

I want a word.

Police! Open up!

- Move!
- Straight ahead!

Agent Ressler.

What the hell is this place?

- You got it.
- Yeah.

It cost everything that we got, but if I can
isolate the enzymes, we'll be able to...

What is it?

What's wrong?

They found the house.

- Who?
- The cops.

They have all of our equipment
and research.

- What should we do?
- What can we do?

Natalie, we have to start all over again.

Malik, I'm sure there's something we...

- Natalie, just...
- Don't!

I'm sorry.

I love you, Natalie. There's nothing
that I wouldn't do for you.

You know that.

We'll... We'll start again.

How?

Another job.

One that I heard about from Hawthorne. I
wouldn't ask if it wasn't necessary. It is.

But it's the only way.

But after this...

- ...I won't have to hurt anyone else?
- No, never again.

I promise.

Take your hand in mine.

And I'll pull you closer.

And I'll feel your breath
against my skin.

- And I'll kiss you.
- The two of us.

- Forever.
- Forever.

Monsieur Legate.
My employer would like a word with you.

He was trying to isolate the enzyme in
her blood that shields her from Luschen's.

He was trying to replicate her immunity.

- Cure?
- No, the opposite.

The boyfriend was trying to infect himself
so he could be immune like her.

He was willing to give himself
an incurable disease so they could...

...touch and kiss and be together.

Typhoid Mary, meet Typhoid Larry.

The pawn shop in Maryland...

...the armored car driver,
they're robbing people...

- ...to pay for their research.
- I get that, but...

...what I don't get is what any of this has
to do with Reddington's man, Smoll.

What are we looking at?

I pulled these from one of Malik's
hard drives. They're blueprints...

...for a compound in Sag Harbor,
New York, owned by an offshore trust.

Now, he also had a number of dossiers,
including these.

Francois Troyet, owner of the world's
largest private collection...

...of post-Impressionist art.

William Lawsover, a billionaire
corporate debt restructurer.

Caitlin Montag, a gajillionaire author
of the Buddy Chanticleer novels.

The writing is atrocious,
but I can't put them down.

Other than being rich,
what do these three have in common?

Xavier Holcombe's annual poker bash...

...an all-cash, no-limit marathon
with positively obscene stakes.

- How obscene?
- Buy-in is half a million.

Quite the research grant
for our star-crossed outlaws.

I bought in on a lark three years ago.
Lost my...

Well, no one has a shirt that expensive.

Nevertheless, I had a ball.

It's a weekend of delicious isolation
and degenerate risk. Heaven.

Just like everything else is to you,
a game.

Where's Tom?

Belgium.

You know, Tom and I were just starting
to find some semblance of normalcy.

And you had to just sweep in,
drag him back down your rabbit hole.

There must be dozens of contract
operatives just like him. Why him?

Tom is very good at what he does.

It defines him.

He can no sooner choose to stop...

...than a great white shark
can stop swimming and eating.

He will do what he does,
but at least if he's doing it for me...

...he won't risk a double-cross...

...unlike with the vast majority
of his perspective employers.

Because unlike them,
I genuinely care for him, or rather you...

...and your daughter.

Holcombe's game commences precisely
at 6. You don't have much time.

Care for a claw?

No, thanks.

- As I told your goons...
- Tut-tut.

Don't be uncharitable.

These gentlemen are
seasoned professionals like yourself.

Monsieur Edgar Legate.

I don't insist on the "Monsieur."

That Saudi oil minister
in Kuala Lumpur...

...how on earth
did you manage that one?

I don't discuss the details of my work.

I appreciate that...

...particularly as I wish
to engage your services.

You know, I usually require
a referral for a new client...

...but I might be able
to make an exception.

So Legate works for you.

In a manner of speaking.

Well, I suppose it was inevitable,
one way or the other.

Looks like it's "the other."

Kill me and restore your reputation.

Give us a moment.

You said something before:

The truth doesn't matter.

That the only thing
in this world that matters...

...is just the appearance of truth.

I fear you might be right about that.

Lately, I find the truth has become...

...so elusive.

Often imaginary.

But in the end,
it's all that we're left with, isn't it?

What is real, what you can taste,
and touch and feel.

The words that pass between us
as we look each other in the eye...

...are all we have to hold onto.

The truth...

...I hold it dear.

I didn't kill your accountant.

Your deal was falling apart.

I stepped in and took it.

And I would have done exactly the same.

Keep the ships, Baldur.

As Rat said to Mole,
"There is nothing, absolutely nothing...

...half so much worth doing
as simply messing about in boats."

It's funny.

For the longest time I've...

...been perfectly comfortable
knowing I could die at any moment.

I could walk out of this room,
be shot in the street.

I've always been fine with that.

But lately I can smell it in the air
around me...

...like death is...

...slouching towards me
from the corners of the room.

And I cannot tell if it is here for me...

...or just an echo of the past.

I wish it had been you.

It would've been so much easier.

Thank you so much.

- One here. Red too.
- I'm in.

- Raise.
- Three red.

Oyster delivery for Mr. Holcombe.

About time, you're an hour late.

- We're two minutes out.
- How soon until Hazmat is on site?

Ten minutes.

FBI. We have reason to believe...

...your compound is
under biological attack.

We need you
to start evacuating immediately.

Samar, what do you got?

There's no sign of Malik. I'm going in.

Get on the ground! Move!

Move, move. Did she touch you?

Stop, Natalie, stop!

Don't move.
No one else has to die today.

- Malik!
- You need to come with us now.

If you wanna stop me,
you have to kill me.

- Please don't make me do that.
- I can't be locked up again.

Suspect's in custody.

There's no sign of Malik.

Aram, check that local P.D. shut down
the roads 10 miles in every direction.

On it. That Hazmat team we sent earlier,
they should be there any minute.

Hazmat's transported her.
What are you talking about?

- The Hazmat team.
- The Hazmat team is already en route.

Oh, my God.

We've gone to quite a lot of trouble...

...to find you, young lady.

You're the most valuable asset
in our portfolio.

The FBI was kind enough to lend
an assist and lead us straight to you.

I won't go back there.

- Aram?
- Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

Come on now. All right.
Satellite's coming around now.

Okay, they're heading southeast
on Holly Knoll Drive.

They're about 200 yards
past Mile-marker 46.

Okay, weird. There's another vehicle
trying to push them off the road.

Okay, now both vehicles are off
the roadway.

They're about a quarter mile
before Marker 45.

I thought I lost you.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

- What do we do now?
- We'll go in the woods. We'll find a car...

Don't move!

- Natalie.
- Oh, my God.

Don't.

We need help!

- I'm sorry.
- No.

- I'm so sorry. I was wrong.
- No.

- I was so wrong.
- No.

I never should've made you.

I would have done anything
to be with you.

Take your hand in mine.

So soft.

And I pull you close.

I feel your breath against my skin.

And I kiss you.

The two of us.

Forever.

Give her a minute.

I can describe every tile
in the room they kept me in.

For 13 years,
I was just a medical curiosity.

But then there was Malik.

He was the only one
who really saw me.

Not the subject...

...but me, Natalie.

- What made you leave?
- At first...

...we thought the research
they were doing...

...was our best chance
at being together.

But when Malik learned
what Whitehall was doing...

- Whitehall?
- Hawthorne's weapons lab.

They weren't trying to cure me.

They were using me...

...my cells...

- ...to develop a biological weapon.
- So why didn't you go to the authorities?

Hawthorne has contracts
with the government.

We didn't know who we could trust.

I'm sorry.

We're...

We're really sorry for all those people.

I know.

It was one of the most romantic things
I've ever seen.

He died in her arms.

It was like an episode of,
I don't know, some show.

Point is, it made me feel
a little sorry for myself...

...that I didn't have someone like that.

What, to die in your arms?

And then I started thinking
about my raise...

...16 percent.

That's an odd number.

And then I thought, it's exactly half of the
difference between what you and I make.

I went down to the ladies
in Accounting.

They never talked to Cooper.

You did.

You gave me half of your 32 percent.

- Now we get paid equally.
- I don't want your money.

Why not? You were right.
We do the same thing.

- No, we don't.
- I know.

- You put your life on the line and...
- What you do...

I'm sure you deserve more. I have this
student loan, this online poker debt...

What you did,
no one else would do for me.

- I'd do anything for you.
- I know.

Which is why I have no reason
to feel sorry for myself.

How'd it go?

Honestly, it was great.

I was thinking about what you said,
about why I needed that.

Truth is, I still don't know.

But what I do know...

...is that this family is
the most important thing in my life.

I don't wanna lose it.

We just arrested a woman who...

...would have done anything
to stay with the person she loved...

...but she lost him anyway.

I'm not going anywhere.

That's not what I meant.

From the beginning,
we've been fighting secrets...

...and agendas...

...and psychotic, homicidal killers...

...coming between us.

And for the first time, we're together...

...and we've got no one to fight.

- But it still feels...
- Like we're coming apart.

I know this family is
the most important thing to you...

...but it's not gonna work
if you can't be who you are.

- I guess I'm just scared.
- Of what?

I'm not gonna love that person.

Do you love me?

- Yes.
- Then you love that person.

Because that's who I am.

I understand the work we do
depends on you...

...so I'm going to allow this.

But understand this,
we are sworn officers of the law.

Do not expect us again
to carry your water.

You work for us,
not the other way around.

Is that clear?

I'm sorry to have put you
in such a difficult position, Harold.

Who are you?

Losing someone we love is painful.

Agonizing even unto death.

The Japanese call it takotsubo:

A grieving surge
of abnormal electrical waves...

...that causes the heart to deflate...

...and contort until it resembles...

...a fishing pot.

Hollow and cold.

An empty vessel...

...at the bottom of a fathomless sea.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You've suffered enough of that
in your life.

What do you want?

The man you killed...

...at the massage parlor...

...was an associate of mine.

You didn't know him,
you didn't rob him.

Someone hired you
to assassinate him.

She knew who I was.
We had no choice.

She said if I didn't kill him, she would
tell Hawthorne where to find us.

Who?

Isabella Stone.

Thank you.

Natalie, do you mind
if I sit here for a moment?

For the life of me, I don't think
I could get up right now.