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♪ It seems like a
mighty long time ♪

♪ I'm so glad ♪

♪ You stopped by to say hello ♪

Did you know that this diner...

claims to have the third
best cup of coffee in D.C.

Look, last night, me coming
by your place like that and...

Liz, I want to say something.

Don't, please.

Can't you just tell me about your boat?
I mean, whatever the other thing is...

I'm sure that it's probably best for
both of us if you just keep it to yourself.

- I'm sorry. I just wanna say I'm sorry.
- Tom, we're way past that.

I know, but I'm not
asking for your forgiveness.

I just want to apologize because I
should have done it a long time ago.

What's the catch?

There's no catch.

It's just a little hope.

- Hope?
- Mm-hm.

That we'll just work through this
screwed-up situation we're in...

- and go back to playing house?
- All right, dream scenario.

We finish our coffee, we hop on my
boat, we leave, okay? We never look back.

Preferably, we take our
clothes off at some point.

[LAUGHS]

- Be serious.
- I am trying to be.

That's insane. I don't
know you, not the real you.

The fact that you think
I'm gonna run away...

means that you don't
know me at all, either.

You must be the toast, bacon
extra crispy, tea, 2 percent.

TOM: Thank you.

I thought you'd be hungry.

- Just because I'm eating...
- I know the whole naked boat thing...

is a little unrealistic, but we
both need to start over, right?

You and me. The real me, not...

The neo-Nazi?

- Because that doesn't really do it for me.
- That's fair.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

- Reddington.
- Don't.

- Tom.
- Try calling me Jacob.

I have to go.

[MAN SCREAMING]

[SNORING]

I know you think he knows something,
but I wouldn't bet the double-wide.

My guess? The boy
don't know doodle.

Oh, the boy knows more
than doodle, Brimley.

I've received information from my sources
confirming that Karakurt is in country.

I'm gonna need a bag of dry ice
and 5 feet of vinyl garden hose.

[DOOR CLOSES]

That poor fellow's an aide
at the Russian consulate...

and a loyal errand
boy for the Cabal.

I believe he's the one who
provided Karakurt with a go-bag...

- upon his arrival in the States.
- There's something I wanna make clear.

Karakurt is known in the intelligence
community as the left hand of the SVR.

Not enough for you to tell me my
mother was KGB and I was born in Russia.

Truth, he works for the Cabal.
They smuggled him into America...

because they know if he
commits an act of terror here...

the government
will blame Moscow.

My mother and father, who they
are, what happened in the fire...

- I'm gonna find out the truth.
- I'm sure you will, Lizzy.

But listen to me. The
Cabal is orchestrating...

I get it. The Cabal is trying
to start another cold war...

and an act of terror committed here
is step one in making that happen.

I am listening to what you are
saying, I know that it's important.

But it is no more important
than what I am telling you.

And I need you
to listen to that.

[♪♪♪]

There will be an attack on an
American defense installation...

within a matter of days.

If I'm right, it'll be the first of many
acts of terror here and overseas...

designed by the Cabal
to further their agenda.

We have to stop this man, Lizzy.

January, 2009, Stanislav Markelov,
a celebrated human rights lawyer...

known for his criticism of the
regime, is gunned down in Moscow.

The Russians blamed
neo-Nazi youth.

But German intelligence
suggests it was Karakurt...

acting on orders from the SVR.

Four years later,
Boris Berezovsky...

another vocal critic of the regime,
was found dead of an alleged suicide.

Again, intelligence sources indicate
the death was staged by the Kremlin.

Is Reddington saying that the
SVR has sent a terrorist to America?

No, that's what the
Cabal wants us to think.

Whatever Karakurt
was sent here to do...

the American government will
believe that it was on behalf of Russia.

It's a false-flag operation,
meant to strain relations.

Reddington said that Karakurt's
target was a defense installation.

- Did he identify which one?
- No, but I think he might have a lead.

- He's being tight-lipped about it.
- Why? We're trying to help him.

Reddington doesn't
trust our security.

Thinks we've been bleeding information
since before the attempt on his life.

We're not waiting on Reddington.
I've already reached out to Langley...

set up a consult with the CIA's Office
of Russian and European Analysis.

This Karakurt must be on their
radar. Find out what they know.

- Mr. Masik.
- How's it going? Marshall.

Donald Ressler. Elizabeth Keen.

That was Kilpatrick.
He's on his way down.

Man, you guys certainly got his attention.
Whole team's coming down to hear this.

Piece of advice: Kilpatrick's tough.
Do not take anything he says personal.

Let's go. Everyone
stop what you're doing.

It's our lucky day. The good people of
the FBI have decided to enlighten us.

Kilpatrick. I spoke to
Harold Cooper just now.

- He sent over a situation brief.
- Ressler.

We appreciate you
guys extending yourself.

Where'd you get
your information?

A high-level informant. One
who's proven very reliable.

Karakurt.

Sure? Because you're talking to people
who run Russian counterintelligence...

and we don't have one shred of
credible information that he's in country.

Well, that's why we're here, to
share our credible information with you.

We were hoping
you'd do the same.

Look, you have your hooks
in the Russian community.

Right. And if their top assassin is here,
you can bet your badge we'd know it.

He's here.

We have reason to believe he's planning
an attack on defense installations soon.

If civilians die because you're bent out
of shape whether source was FBI or CIA...

KILPATRICK: You
asked for our assessment.

LIZ: No. We asked for your help.
Where does he go? Who's he meet with?

He needs a place
to stay, a vehicle.

- We'll ask around.
- Ask around? That's it?

Stars carved in the
marble at Langley...

represent colleagues of ours
who died drawing intel on Karakurt.

Nobody wants him
more than we do.

We'll look into your
lead and let you know.

Hey, guys, wait up.

Like I said, the guy's not
exactly the warm and fuzzy type.

- The guy's a prick.
- He's actually not.

Overworked, yeah.

Underappreciated,
definitely. Alcoholic, probably.

Killy's been working Russians
ever since they were Soviets.

What he doesn't know,
somebody he knows does.

The truth is, we reviewed
what you sent on Karakurt.

It's as much as we've gathered
since he came on the radar in '03.

You have nothing suggesting
that he's in the U.S.?

Nothing solid.

Kilpatrick has a CI
here in Washington.

Part of the Old
Guard, hard-liner.

Owns a restaurant now...

popular with some of
his ex-pat spy colleagues.

He recorded a
conversation for us last night.

Cryptic stuff. We're not
sure what it means yet.

- Might be Karakurt?
- Fits with some of what you're looking for.

- If you take this, didn't come from me.
- Thank you. We'll be in touch.

Hey, can you help
me with something?

- Katarina Rostova, you heard of her?
- I don't know who that is...

but I doubt very seriously
that that is Katarina Rostova.

I don't think there are
photographs of Katarina.

- Why do you say that?
- She's a myth.

Tall tales late at
night over vodka shots.

Probably an amalgamation of a half a
dozen unknown female Soviet operatives.

The Pinko Mata Hari.

Your CI works with the Old Guard.
Could you ask him about her?

If anybody knows anything
about Katarina Rostova, he will.

Send me a copy of your photo.

I'll see what I can do.

You were right to keep on him.

The boy was tighter
than my first wife.

But I got an address.

All clear.

Ammonium nitrate.

He's constructed
some kind of ANFO IED.

He'll need a vehicle.

Hello?

- Hello.
- Hi.

Is he still here? The
man who was in the room.

I wanted to apologize
before he moved.

My baby has colic and
was fussing all night.

Oh, dear, you must be exhausted.

Yeah, you have no idea.

You'd be surprised.

- The man, you talk to him?
WOMAN: We pass in the hall, say hello.

- I feel terrible.
- Oh, no. Don't be silly.

If you could give me a call the next time
you see him, I would be ever so grateful.

"Bill Houston."

You're a private investigator?
He in some kind of trouble?

According to the
missus, always. Gambling.

He lost his daughter's college
fund playing Caribbean Stud...

left home in embarrassment,
Helen's worried sick.

It's a mess.

- You said he was moving?
- People here don't stay long.

I saw him with a
truck in the alley.

What kind of truck?

Reddington didn't give it to me. I
found it in one of the places he stays.

- Think this is a photo of your mother?
- That's what Reddington told me.

But that girl, that
is definitely me.

The agent, the CI he mentioned?
That could be my chance...

to find out about the woman
holding me in that photo.

Why would a Russian CI have
information about your mother?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- Ressler. SAMAR: Where are you?

- Leaving the OREA.
- Reddington called.

Karakurt is in possession of an
ANFO IED. We've identified the vehicle.

It's a white moving truck
rented out of Annapolis...

plate number delta-kilo-5827.

We're trying to ping
the location now.

They think Karakurt has a white
moving truck with explosives.

[♪♪♪]

ARAM: Oh, my God.
- Truck is parked right outside of OREA.

- OREA is the target.
- Liz! Liz, look out, the truck!

[♪♪♪]

Crews continue the work
of sifting through the rubble.

- The death toll stands at 14...
MAN: An act of terror, plain and simple.

As chairman of the Select Committee
on Intelligence, mark my words.

We will find the people
who are responsible.

- And when we do, we will respond...
- It's official. No survivors.

I got something. Security
cam from a loading dock...

on 20th and Independence.

It's not much, but let's send it wide,
see if we can't get lucky, get an ID.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

- Keen. RAYMOND: You're okay.

I was afraid you were inside.

No, but those agents,
their entire section.

Every agent on that
desk was wiped out.

- If this gets traced back to Russia...
- Not "if," Lizzy.

Senator Hawkins has taken
the bait like a bluegill to a cricket.

And where he goes, the
warmongers are sure to follow.

- Where are you on Karakurt?
- Where? Nowhere.

The Cabal just took out an
entire substation of the CIA.

Put a bullet in you,
you have no idea how.

You're the most cautious person.

The FBI couldn't find you
for 20 years, but they did.

They're three steps ahead, that's
exactly what I'm gonna tell the AG.

Tom Connolly is there?

No, he's on his way.

I assume he's
expecting to be briefed.

Connolly made the harbormaster
investigation go away.

All we have on
Karakurt is a recording...

and a grainy photo
that's gotten us nowhere.

- You have far more than that.
- Like what?

I'm glad you're safe,
Lizzy. I'll be in touch.

[IN RUSSIAN] You want confirmation?
Turn on your damn television.

The place is a crater.

Give me thirty minutes
to change my location,

then we discuss the next step.

[DIALING]

[LINE RINGING]

Mr. Houston?

The man with the
truck, he's back.

Reddington has a
location for Karakurt.

- 63rd and Franklin.
- Coordinate with HRT.

Roll out now.

We have a lead.

We need to talk in your office.

- Tom.
- You will ignore Reddington's lead.

- Why? I'm sure it's solid.
- Harold, call your team.

Tell them intel indicates the
Russian is at Union Station.

Expect me to let Karakurt get away?
The man murdered government agents.

- Finding him will not bring them back.
- What about his next target?

How many lives will he take
before you let me do my job?

Your job today is to divert
your team to Union Station...

or, God forbid, your
wife will pay the price.

Charlene is a lovely woman...

who violated the
Espionage Act for you.

Prison will not be kind to her.

Harold, let him go.

This is bigger than both of us.

[♪♪♪]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Ressler.
- We have actionable intel...

- that conflicts with Reddington's.
- But he had an eyewitness.

Local P.D. got a hit off the credit
card Karakurt used to rent the truck.

Card was used to purchase a train ticket
at Union Station. Redirect there now.

Copy that.

I knew you'd
make the right play.

Give Charlene my regards.

Check the platforms.

[♪♪♪]

WOMAN: There you are.

I've got eyes. Going
through Gate D.

Keen, what's your 20?

- Hey, hang on. You okay?
- Yeah. I'm okay.

- What happened?
- He blind-sided me.

Okay. Where did he go?

I didn't see.

Intelligence committee
is receiving live updates...

on the progress of the investigation
from the Justice Department.

Evidence points to a deliberate,
sanctioned attack from Russia's SVR.

Karakurt. He was
there. You're certain?

He came around the corner.
I just got a glimpse of him.

I was calling Ressler
when he knocked me down.

Hey, guys, listen to this.

From the recording
Agent Masik gave you.

KARAKURT [ON
RECORDING]: Tell me it worked.

ANDROPOV: The proof of
concept succeeded as projected.

KARAKURT: Initiate phase
two. ANDROPOV: Done.

I've identified the markers
for targeting and customization.

- Whatever's happening's happening soon.
- What does he mean by "markers"?

Could be referencing map
coordinates, some kind of radio beacon.

Based on what Agent Masik told
you, we've figured out who the CI is.

He said the owner runs a restaurant in
D.C. that caters to the Soviet Old Guard.

We reviewed ownership records for all
the Russian restaurants and found one.

Ninoshka's. The owner
is former Spetsnaz.

His name is Anton Velov.
My belief is, he's the CI.

ARAM: Conversation was recorded
last night. We pulled the receipts...

and found a late dinner for
two paid for by a Leo Andropov.

SAMAR: Dr. Leo Andropov.

LIZ: And you think he
was meeting with Karakurt?

Andropov worked for the Soviet Defense
Ministry in the last months before glasnost.

Whiz kid. When he was 16...

he published his only paper in an
open-source microbiology journal...

before he got snapped
up by the weapons ministry.

MAN: Closet clear!

I've seen equipment like this at the
lab at Quantico. A genotyping unit.

It looks like Andropov fled.

No passport, no ID,
no prescription drugs.

Building fertilizer bombs is
way below this guy's pay grade.

This can't be
Karakurt's endgame.

- Biological weapons?
- This guy's a virologist.

If these are biological weapons,
then we may be looking at a pandemic.

It always starts with a favor.

I've known Tom
Connolly for two decades.

He's had dinners at my house.

And when he offered to help me get
into that drug trial, it was my only hope.

It wasn't just your hope, Harold. It
was your wife's hope, your children's.

You were given a
terminal diagnosis...

and Connolly ends up
offering you a choice.

Your life or your ethics,
and you picked your life.

What good are ethics if you
aren't alive to live by them?

If it was just me,
my health, my life...

I would have told him to
pound sand a long time ago.

When he dragged
Charlene into it, now this...

deliberately misdirecting my agents
to facilitate the escape of a terrorist.

Now that's what's interesting.

He orders you to send
them to Union Station...

ostensibly to throw
them off Karakurt's trail.

And there he is.

Perhaps Agent Keen was mistaken.

And assaulted by
a total stranger?

That makes even less sense.
It was some kind of ambush.

And I sent my
people right into it.

- And a good thing you did.
- What the hell does that mean?

Thanks to your desire
to protect Charlene...

we're presented with
a unique opportunity...

- to find out what the Cabal is up to.
- How?

By continuing to follow
Connolly's orders without question.

The last thing you
should do is confront him.

Gather evidence, build a case.

Tom Connolly's been leaking
information to the Cabal...

about everything that
goes on in this place...

ever since he walked through that
door and offered to save your life.

You wanna wipe that debt clean?

Keep your eyes open
and your mouth shut.

We found a fully outfitted virology
lab in Andropov's apartment.

Think he's building a bioweapon.

We seized his notebooks, but we're
gonna need an expert in microbiology...

who can also translate Russian.

Reddy bear. Oh, I
could eat you alive.

Mwah.

Ginger, this is
Dr. Lauren Kimberly.

Lauren, my executive
assistant, Ginger Lumire.

Mm. Interesting look.

Purposeful, but still feminine.

You should try a
darker shade of lipstick.

I bet you could get
away with a gloss.

Lauren, we're going to have
to forgo the makeover today.

- We're in a bit of a pinch.
- Understood.

Let me see what I can do.

I've got a lead on my mom.

An OREA agent, he has a CI who might
know something about Katarina Rostova.

Dr. Kimberly was a tenured professor
doing genome research at Stanford...

when she was recruited
by the private sector.

- I'm gonna find out the truth.
- She makes her real money consulting.

Costs a fortune.

She did, however, let
me name a lipstick color.

"Fire in the Hole."

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

LIZ [ON RECORDING]: You've reached
Elizabeth Keen. Please leave a message.

Hi, Liz. This is, uh, Jacob.

Jacob Phelps. Look, I
know things are complicated.

I know you're going
through a bad breakup.

From what I heard, guy's a total loser.
Couldn't cook, made crappy pancakes.

So I wanted to see if you would
join me for dinner tomorrow. Uh...

I made a reservation at 7 at this great
place on the corner of 32nd and M...

and I hope that you will come.

Or not. But either
way, I'll be there.

You're right. It is a weapon.

- WMD?
- No.

A WID.

A weapon of
individual destruction.

This is a customized virus...

synthesized with the sole intent
of killing one specific individual.

How is that possible?

He's created a
supercharged rotavirus.

These are very common.

By the age of 5, most of us
have been infected multiple times.

And with each infection,
we build up an immunity.

So it's harmless to most people.

All people. Precisely.

But this rotavirus has
been customized...

keyed to infect one individual
with a unique genetic sequence...

and to devastating effect.

According to animal trials
logged in these notes...

it attacks the central nervous
system within minutes of exposure.

One person.

- But who?
- I can only tell you what they're doing.

I'm sorry, but I can't tell
you who they're doing it to.

So we know Karakurt
is targeting one person...

and it's keyed to
his or her DNA.

Think.

He bombed the
CIA's Russian section.

That took time, money,
and no small amount of risk.

What happens when the United States
is attacked, suffers grievous loss of life?

We go into lockdown.

The bombing bumped
the NTAS level to red.

But why put the mission at risk by
triggering a high-level terrorist alert?

Well, that's the downside. The
upside is exposure, public attention.

Remember, the people behind this
went to immense trouble and expense.

- What does that say about their target?
- He's high-value.

Someone important.

Oh, my God,
that's why he did it.

The memorial service.

The victims will be
memorialized at a service...

at Ascension and
Saint Agnes church.

Politicians and military personnel,
intelligence officers from overseas...

will all be there to pay their
respects. One of them is the target.

[♪♪♪]

OFFICER: So this is the guy?

The best we can do. He's our
prime suspect in the OREA bombing...

and we believe that
he's not done yet.

LIZ: We need your people to
be on alert. OFFICER: Bomb?

No. We'll be prepared
for that possibility.

Our intel says he's after a specific
target. We don't know who yet.

OFFICER: With this many people
around, I can't promise anything.

- Safest play is to cancel the event.
- Believe me, we're working on it.

Just spoke to Reven Wright. Calling
off the memorial service is a nonstarter.

Mistake. We have hard
evidence of a clear threat.

Main Justice is aware. Public's rattled
by this bombing, want a show of strength.

If they cancel, it suggests we
can't protect our own people.

Maybe we can't. We still don't
know exactly what we're dealing with.

I'm dealing with an
impossible problem.

So if you're counting on
me cracking this virus, don't.

Well, what do you have?

We found the formula
in Karakurt's apartment.

So my plan was to reverse
engineer the process.

We are trying millions
of DNA combinations.

If I could figure out the profile
it was engineered to destroy...

You could run the profile
through the DNA database.

- A match is Karakurt's target.
- It won't work. Not in time.

I need hours. Days, maybe.

The memorial will be over long
before we can ID the target sequence.

We have to assume Karakurt's
already infected himself...

with the contagion
and is a live carrier.

Civilian and military security assets
have been marshaled for the service.

The assassin is not armed
with something that we can flag...

with a metal detector. The
virus is transmitted through touch.

It penetrates the skin.

Even brushing up against the
target is enough to infect and kill him.

It is critical that we nail Karakurt before
he can get anywhere near that church.

Find him, people.
Whatever it takes.

LEONARD: What are you thinking?
- Not me, Leonard. The Director.

What is he thinking?

His objective is to exacerbate
tensions with Russia.

He chose to send Karakurt...

an assassin known to
work for the regime...

so people will assume
Russia is responsible.

- So...
- So whoever he's targeting next...

will be an enemy of
Russia, an outspoken critic.

Someone people will believe
the Russians would wanna silence.

[CROWD CLAMORING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey, Keen! Keen!

Sixty-seven guests have
been cleared to attend.

There's Defense, Homeland,
CIA, the Bureau on this list.

- Hard to narrow it down.
- Yeah. So much for the good old days...

where you could just look for the
glint of a sniper-rifle scope in a window.

What does it do, this
virus, to the body?

The CDC is still
breaking it down.

They're saying it attacks
the central nervous system.

A victim would start shaking
within seconds of infection.

Disorientation, then labored
breathing, convulsions.

Incapacitation within
moments of contact.

It's quite a remarkable
feat of engineering.

In my experience, such
accomplishments don't happen overnight.

You're saying
they tested it first.

A customized virus deadly to such
a small fraction of the population.

What kind of trial and
error would prove useful?

- This is Aram.
RAYMOND: Agent Mojtabai.

I need a list of people admitted to an
emergency room in the last few days...

displaying symptoms consistent
with the virus you're tracking.

That's not gonna be
so easy to put together.

Aram, that kind of
catastrophic trauma...

would have gotten
someone's attention.

It's on an autopsy
chart somewhere.

Okay, I hear you, but you
have to... Whoa. Whoa.

Bethesda General sent tissue
samples to the CDC a few days ago.

A suspicious death
of a college student.

Center's just starting
an investigation.

I need that student's home address,
and I need to speak to Agent Navabi.

Mrs. Jennings, thank
you for seeing me.

I know this is an
extremely difficult time.

I got a message from the
CDC about the investigation.

But I didn't think they'd be
sending someone over so quickly.

Can you tell me about Connor?

What you know so far?

Not much.

Connor was a law student.

I was told he was
walking across campus...

when he just started
shaking and then convulsing.

One of the doctors suggested he may
have contracted a rare form of rotavirus?

No, you're right to be thinking this
could be something else entirely.

Perhaps malicious.

Malicious?

To be honest, Mrs. Jennings, your
son may have been intentionally infected.

Is this because...?

Is this because...?

If Connor was targeted by someone
capable of this kind of attack...

- it has to be connected to his father.
- His father?

When I was a young
staffer on the Hill...

I had an affair with the
man I was working for.

We were stupid,
and I got pregnant.

Even then, he had his eyes
set on a big political future...

so I agreed to go away.

I made a deal to receive
ongoing support from him.

Senator Hawkins.
He's the target.

They tested the virus on his son,
closest possible genetic match.

You need to find the
senator before Karakurt does.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, Keen. Samar's
reaching out to Hawkins' office.

He's not inside. We got a
shot of keeping him clear.

LIZ: I'll check the drive-ups.
Any word from Metro?

Negative. If Karakurt's inside,
nobody's spotted him yet.

Step up, please. Name?

Flemming, European Wire.

Flemming, press badge 6362.
We're gonna need to check the case.

We're good.

He's on the Main
Justice press list.

RAYMOND: It's time, Harold.

Call Tom Connolly. Tell him
you need to see him immediately.

I'm assuming at the
moment he has no idea...

you've identified Karakurt's intended
victim, which is why you need to tell him.

- Why would I do that?
- Because he'll be caught off guard.

In addition to enhancing
your credibility with him...

it'll make him doubt whether
or not to move forward.

Think he'll call off the attack?

Worth the attempt. The
latest from Keen and Ressler?

Still no sign of Karakurt.

Agent Navabi's on the line
now with one of Hawkins' aides.

Listen to me, it's
not a potential threat.

The Bureau has confirmed that a
direct attack on the senator is imminent.

No, I cannot confirm my source.

Find whoever is with him
and deliver the message.

It's not safe to attend the
service. You need to find him.

Third to the podium. After the
minister and the family representative...

We'll be sitting here forever.

This is fine,
Patrick. I'll walk.

MAN 1: Senator's on the
move now, we're on our way.

MAN 2: Welcome, sir.

Thank you.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER DISPATCHER]

Harold, your cooperation was
instrumental in Karakurt's escape.

- Everything's on track, thanks to you.
- Don't thank me yet.

- Why? Is there a problem?
- My people are closing in on him now.

They know the bombing was
the first in a series of attacks.

They know about the virus.

I see.

Well, thank you
for letting me know.

Why are you letting me know?
Don't tell me you want to help.

I know you'd like nothing better
than to strangle me right now.

You're right. I'm letting you know
because I want you to call it off.

I can't control Reddington, I
can't misdirect my people again...

without drawing suspicion.

It's only a matter of time
until they stop Karakurt.

Stop him from what? They
don't even know his target.

Clifford Hawkins.

Call it off, Tom.

If the Director really wants him dead,
he can find another way on another day.

No.

Today is the day.

I appreciate your concern,
but everything should be fine.

Strange days, don't you think?

Assassins don't need
knives or guns or bombs.

All you have to do is
answer a few questions...

and shake the wrong man's hand.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

The press corps.
Get over there now.

- Karakurt may be posing as a reporter.
- She's going into the service now.

[♪♪♪]

Senator Hawkins.

Federal Agent Elizabeth
Keen. Come with us, sir.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- What's going on?
- The man responsible for OREA.

- Karakurt? I was briefed. Was that him?
- We'll explain.

- We need to get you to a secure location.
- Thank you.

Please call my
wife, tell her I'm okay.

Sir?

Sir.

We need to get him to a
hospital now. He's been infected.

[♪♪♪]

Sir.

Bethesda says Hawkins is critical.
They've called in the hospital chaplain.

- He didn't touch Karakurt?
- No, sir.

- Then what the hell happened?
- Karakurt's in holding.

We're gonna take a
run at him and find out.

Best I could tell, Hawkins
just melted down next to Keen.

[♪♪♪]

Karakurt.

That means "spider," right?

Kara... What?

Look, I don't know what that is.

My name is Jonas Flemming.

I'm a reporter for the European
wire. I live in Rotterdam.

We're gonna try this again.
We know who you are.

That's you outside the OREA. You
exited a rental truck less than a minute...

before it exploded,
destroyed the building.

We have a recording
of you and Andropov.

We know he engineered a
drug designed to kill the senator.

- We know you're infected.
- No, no, no.

My credentials were taken
from me when I arrived...

but they were vetted by
your Department of Justice.

- Please, call.
- You didn't touch the senator.

How was the virus delivered?

You can rig your little story,
but you can't rig your blood.

We're running it right now.

When it comes back positive
for that virus that killed Hawkins...

we got you.

Hello, Anton. Relax.

If I had bad intentions for
this visit, you'd know by now.

- You're Raymond Reddington.
- I am.

And if I'm right, you're
the same Anton Velov...

who once led a Spetsnaz
special forces unit...

called the Zarubin group.

I'm surprised we never met.

For many years, while you were
still with U.S. Counterintelligence...

I considered you the
KGB's greatest enemy.

Oh, my God.

That feels like ages ago.

For what it's
worth, I was young.

I had no concept of what
a real enemy looked like.

But I do now.

Which is why I'm hoping you
and I might prove to be fast friends.

What can I do?

I know you're working with
the CIA as an informant...

for the Office of Russian
and European Analysis.

Since those agents are
tragically no longer with us...

I was thinking perhaps you
might become an asset for me.

Your American government,
they may not be done with me yet.

I got a phone call from FBI.

An agent named Elizabeth Keen.

Really? What about?

She wants to meet.

She was asking about
Katarina Rostova.

Did you know Katarina Rostova?

No, not personally.

All I know are the same
old ghost stories we all share.

Well, if you were
in my employ...

I would have to insist you not
speak to anyone from the FBI...

or any other U.S.
intelligence agency.

Of course.

And Agent Keen,
she wasn't the first.

Sometime back, two men
from Justice Department...

come and ask me about Katarina.

I suppose they think I am
one of the few people left...

who still remember
the old stories.

What sort of stories?

They were asking
about her KGB contacts...

where she lived,
and about a child.

They asked about a child?

Yes, many times.

"Tell me about her child."

I said, "All I know is they
say she had a daughter."

Dembe, the phone.

How many times are we gonna
go through this? That isn't me.

Call my office. Check
my visa, check my identity.

You work for the Cabal. We
know what they're capable of.

Was this the plan, to
protect you with this identity?

The Cabal has people
all over the world.

It wouldn't be hard for them
to create a Jonas Flemming...

give him a history.

The crime lab just called.

They're saying his blood
tested negative for the virus.

Negative? That's not possible.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

- I got to call you right back.
RAYMOND: You need to get out of there.

LIZ: Where are you?
What's going on?

You've been set up. The
Cabal's been asking about you.

They know who your mother
was. You've been set up.

You were there when
the building was bombed.

They wanted you to
save Clifford Hawkins.

They sent Karakurt to the memorial
to make you think he was the threat...

so you would secure the
senator, infect him in the process.

- I don't have the virus.
- You do, Lizzy.

I don't need a test
to know that you do.

Your mother was a Russian spy, now
they've made it look like you are too.

You have the virus.

You infected the senator,
and now they will come for you.

You need to get
out of there now.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

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