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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.