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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.

Yes. Problems?

Transactions
vital to my interests

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 hoped 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 acute meningitis.

How does reddington know smoll didn't
contract meningitis naturally?

He didn't say.

But if he's
coming to us with this,

it means he's desperate.

You may feel you're paid enough

to serve the public's
interest and reddington's.

Personally, I don't.

If someone killed
reddington's accountant,

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

I mean, the second we find him,

he's gonna insist
that 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've rerouted it to a level
four biocontainment lab.

What does that mean?

It means
whatever killed smoll is

a lot more
dangerous than meningitis.

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

Any idea what
we're dealing with?

Luschen's disease. It's a
form of viral meningitis.

Symptoms include sudden
high fever, stiffened neck,

reddish-purple rash, seizure,
respiratory failure and death.

How contagious is it?

This strain's mutated such that

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.

The 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 have been dead

long before she had the chance
to even kiss our victim.

So who is she?
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 just 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% more than I do.

You opened my check?

I have a phd from the
London school of economics.

Maybe it's because you're on
loan from Mossad...

I have the same clearances
and responsibilities.

Actually, technically... And
people actually shoot at me.

That is true. Okay.

You should probably say
something to Mr. Cooper.

Say what?

Aram has a suspect.

Yes. The suspect.

The suspect, yes.

Okay, so, I found
a partial angle

from a security camera
behind the massage parlor.

Check it out.

Okay, now,
CDC has only one other

recorded outbreak
of luschen's in the us.

A pawn broker in Maryland.

The local coroner wrote
it off as natural causes.

But the weird 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 else to get sick,

so she's using it
as protective covering

to mitigate contagion.

So, she's not trying
to start a pandemic.

Well, whatever she's doing,
if we don't find her soon,

someone else is going to 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 if 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 there.

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've 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,
home sweet home, baby.

Come on.

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 gold standard.

Nobody's ever seen the guy.

Precisely.

Because he doesn't exist.

Legate is an elaborate
fiction, a bogeyman I created.

No, no,
legate is real, all right?

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.

And you want me
to become legate.

I thought, maybe.

Forget it.

I'm not gonna play
dress-up 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 want to talk
to you after this.

Yeah, sure.

So, I looked into Mr.
Reddington's typhoid Mary angle,

and 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 for them 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 research 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 of strict quarantine.

Out of all of them,

Natalie was the sweetest,
the kindest.

If she's 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.

The reports kept coming in,

so we assumed they were still
at the house we'd provided.

Turns out they
moved out 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'd let me secure the
facility as I'd requested,

Malik never could've broken
her out in the first place.

We agreed your men would've
drawn unnecessary attention.

Enough. What did
you tell the FBI?

That Natalie voluntarily
chose to leave with Malik.

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

It's only a matter of time
before the FBI find them.

Then make sure you're there
when they do.

But 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? Yup.

Malik roumain, born
to immigrant parents,

full boat to Berkeley at 17.

The American dream.

By 23, he had his phd in
biochemistry from Johns Hopkins

and turned down a number
of highly paid offers

to accept
a post-doc at hawthorne.

Hawthorne claims that he and
Natalie fell for each other

while he was working there.

Talk about forbidden love.

There was another attack,

an armored truck
was taken down in Bethesda.

CDC is already on site.

They should have something
for us soon.

Aram.

Cooper called me in.

Apparently,
the ladies in accounting

were not too thrilled
with my freak out.

Did you tell him
why you freaked out?

Yeah, he offered
me a raise, 16%.

That's fantastic.

I 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.

Clear.

Excuse me. Wrong door, sir.

You're the ugliest chamber
maid I've ever seen.

Myron.

My Sincere condolences.

Who died? You did.

I need baldur magnusson to
believe Edgar legate is in town.

And 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, myron, we'll have
you out of there in a jiffy.

You'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 at 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's registered
under an Alec Moore.

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

Okay. 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,

and I completely 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 one of the 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!

Agent ressler!

What the hell is this place?

- You got it?
- Yeah.

It cost everything that we have.

If I can isolate the enzymes
then we'll be able to...

What is it?

What's wrong?

They found the house.

Who? The cops.

They've all of our equipment
and our research.

What should we do?
What can we do?

Natalie, we've to start
all over again.

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

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 start again.

How?

Another job.

One that I heard about
from hawthorne,

and I wouldn't be
asking if I knew

that it wasn't
absolutely necessary,

and it is.

But it's the only way.

But after this,

I won't have to
hurt anyone else?

No. Never again.

I promise.

Now 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.

Okay, it appears he was trying to
isolate the enzyme in her blood

that shields her from luschen's.

He was trying to replicate
her immunity.

A 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 were 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.

All right, francois troyet,

owner of
the world's largest private

collection of
post-impressionist art.

William lawsover, a billionaire
corporate debt restructurer.

Caitlin montag,

the 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 choose
to 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 prospective employers.

Because unlike them,
I genuinely care for him.

Or rather you and your daughter.

Holcombe's game
commences precisely

at 6:00,
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 of 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.

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
and 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's 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.

Raise.

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.

Raise. Three red,
three black and three red.

FBI. We have reason to believe

that your compound is under
threat of biological attack.

We need you to start
evacuating immediately.

Samar, what've you got?

There's no sign of Malik.

I'm going in.

Get out the way!
Get on the ground! Move!

Stop, Natalie, stop.

Get on the ground!

Don't move.

No one else has to die today.

Malik!

You need to come with us now.

If you wanna stop me,
you're gonna have to kill me.

Please don't make me do that.

I can't be locked up again.

Suspect is in custody.

There's no sign of Malik.

Aram, check that local pd
shut down the roads

- 10 miles in every direction.
- On it.

And that Hazmat team we sent earlier,
it should be there any minute.

No, Hazmat's
already transported her.

What are you talking about?

The Hazmat team.

The Hazmat team is
already en route.

My god.

We've gone through
quite a lot of trouble

to find you, young lady.

You are the most valuable
asset in our portfolio.

Fortunately,
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.

Come on now. All right.

Satellite's coming around now.

Okay, they're heading south
east 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...

Don't!

We need help!

I'm sorry.

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

I was so wrong.

No.

I never should have made you.

I would have done anything
to be with you.

I 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 the authorities?

Hawthorne had 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.

But the 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%. 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%.

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... No, I'm
sure you deserve more.

It's just... I have this student
loan and 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.

What I do know

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

I don't want to 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 going to 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 that 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.