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[pensive music plays]

Everything's gonna be okay, sweetheart.

Once you rub

a couple of pinches\Nof powder into the soles,

you'll be flying.

Yes, of course I'm coming.\NI promise you.

Just as soon as I smooth over\Na minor disagreement here.

[metal detector whirs, beeps]

This is how you start peace talks?

Given our past, be thankful\Nyou're not strip searched.

We understand.

This puts us at your mercy.

There's nothing about that\Nthat's understandable.

This way.

Why'd you have to insult him?

His family is our enemy.

Whatever happens today\Nis not gonna change that.

Maybe not for you and Vicente.

Me?

I hope today changes everything.

Ah! Vicente! Raoul!

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

What were you doing in my pantry?

Snooping.

Most people go through the mail\Nor medicine cabinets.

You'd be surprised\Nhow much a butler's pantry

can tell you about a person.

Well, what did you find out about me?

You have an encyclopedic collection

of crystal and glassware,

everything from highballs\Nto old-fashioneds,

martinis and pints, brandy snifters.

It's impressive.

I applaud your liver.

But it seems you're nostalgic\Nfor an earlier time.

I didn't expect a meal\Nso elegantly fin de siecle.

I didn't come here to eat.\NI came to listen.

You said you have a proposal.

Let's hear it.

Forbearance.

Forbearance isn't a plan.

[Reddington] No, it's a prerequisite.

It means we eat first\Nand discuss later.

So, we followed\Nthe column of bubbles,

and there was Vicente,\Nnarked off his gourd

in the sunken chassis\Nof the '39 Alfa Romeo.

Five more minutes,\Nand he would have been dead.

But Raoul and I zipped him\Nto the surface,

where you promptly spat out\Nyour regulator and barked...

"Couldn't you hear me honking\Nand honking?"

[laughter]

In our minds, that car was mythic.

The ghost in the Bayano Reservoir.

But when we brought it\Nto the surface...

You know,\Nall the mystique was gone.

We'd risked our lives\Nfor an old car.

A lot of things in life are like that,

things you think are terribly important,

but when you dredge them up\Nand really look...

They're not.

My proposal is fair. It will work.

As long as you have forbearance.

So, as a toast, a pledge, to forbearance.

A moment, Raymond. Uh...

I have something very special.

Clos du Mesnil, '06.

Oh, my goodness.

For everyone.

Sparkling cider for me.

[chuckles] Sulfite allergies, I'm afraid.

Yeah.

And no, Raoul,\NI'm not trying to poison you.

I just don't want to poison myself.

To forbearance.

To forbearance.

-Salud.\N-Salud.

[all] Salud.

Well, that is delicious, Vicente.

[grunts softly]

[tense music plays]

You okay?

-Vicente!\N-[Reddington] He may be in shock.

Lie him down.\NDoes anyone have an EpiPen?

[man] Yes, I have one.

[intense music plays]

Vicente?

What have you done?

Me? The food is yours!

He drank his own cider!

Leon didn't.

I'll call 911.

No, you won't.

They're anaphylactic.\NThey might die if I don't.

The rest of us will die if you do.

[men wheezing]

[Reddington] I'm afraid\NI've seen this before.

I know what comes next.

Nobody leaves.

Nobody comes in.

I'll explain why\Nafter we do everything we can

to make Vicente and Leon\Na little more comfortable.

Forbearance is suddenly\Nthe least of our problems.

[dramatic music playing]

This is my two-month token,\Nand I want you to have it.

It's your chip. You earned it.

I saw my dealer yesterday.\NNot like that.

He was in my CVS,\Nbuying Preparation H.

At first I was like, "Wow. Karma, right?"

Then... I waited on the urge.

To buy. To use.

But it was just weird.

It was like when you were a kid,\Nseeing your teacher outside of school.

That's a huge step.

Oh, and I moved back in with Jill.

Whoa. That's incredible.

Yeah. She knows that\NI'm a-a work in progress.

But she said that she likes\Nwhat she's seen so far.

And a lot of that is because of you.

No. It's you.

Next to Jill, you are the most\Nimportant person in my life.

And-- And I barely know\Nanything about you.

Well, the "A" in "NA"\Nstands for "anonymous."

I know what I need to know.

You saved my life.

Which is why\Nthis belongs to you.

[pensive music plays]

[Dembe over phone]\NVicente and Leon?

Yes, within seconds of each other.

After the toast? So it was the wine.

They drank from separate bottles.

Whatever the toxin,\Nmy guess is we've all been exposed.

It reminds me of the incident\Nin East Timor.

You said you thought he was dead.

I did. I'm afraid I may have been wrong.

[Dembe] We know him\Nonly as Wormwood.

A hired killer.\NRelatively new in the game.

But his poisons are nearly undetectable.

This Wormwood just poisoned two people?

Two brothers.

Vicente and Leon Sandoval.

Killed at their villa in Miami.

The Sandoval and Montano family

own a mine in the Dominican Republic.

Rich in cobalt and aluminum.

Decades ago, negligence by a member

of the Sandoval family\Nresulted in a mining accident

that claimed the life\Nof the Montanos' patriarch.

Within a few weeks,

two Sandovals had been killed\Nin retaliation,

and the families have been\Nblood enemies ever since.

What's this got to do with Red?

Once the feud started,\Nthe mining stopped.

Sensing an opportunity,

Raymond offered to manage\Nthe mine for them.

He solved their business problem,

but clearly not their personal one.

That's what he wanted to do today.\NIt seems someone disagreed.

Which brings us back to Wormwood.

Who is he?

[Izan] I don't care who he is.\NI care who hired him.

It wasn't me.

Then why is it only my family\Nwas poisoned?

Wormwood doesn't poison people

so much as he hot-wires\Ntheir immune systems

to make them even more\Nvulnerable to be poisoned.

He weaponizes\Neven the smallest allergen,

and he hides his target

by making everyone around\Nthat target equally at risk.

If I'm right\Nand this is Wormwood,

we've all been exposed.

A jet crash in\Nthe rice fields of East Timor

after a bad in-flight meal.

And last year, the former CEO

of GoldiBlock Security and Software

was found dead\Non a Madagascar beach,

killed by his suntan lotion.

Each death caused\Nby a previously mild,

suddenly virulent allergy in the victim.

I need some air.

Open that window

and it might be\Nthe last breath you take.

Next time, they should wand you.

We did wand him.

-I don't have any allergies!\N-Or an attention span, apparently.

We now are vulnerable to everything.

And we can't do anything about that

until we know\Nhow we've been made vulnerable.

And until we figure that out,\Nwe aren't going anywhere.

But rest assured,

I have the top man\Nworking on it as we speak.

[laughing] Yeah. Forget it.

You won't be eating the food\Nor drinking the wine.

Going there\Nwon't put you in any risk.

Going into a room\Nwith mortal enemies,

two dead bodies,

and three decades\Nof recrimination? I'm good.

It's not just the families\Nthat are at risk.

Raymond is, too.

These are seasoned criminals.\NI can't just roll up in there.

You can, as Red's medical expert.

But I'm not Red's medical expert.

Herbert is my medical expert,

a world-renowned forensics analyst.

The suit is not only\Nfor his protection,

but also to protect us from...\Nwell, everything.

Sorry for your loss.

He didn't lose anyone.

Or kill anyone.

Well, you keep saying that.

Because it's true.

I came here to make peace,\Nespecially now.

Especially now?

The feud began with the murder\Nof a Montano.

Let it end with the death\Nof two Sandovals!

-[gunshot]\N-Enough!

[shell clatters]

[gasps]

Raoul?

Raoul?

-Raoul?\N-No, no, no, no.

[gagging]

Please! Do something!

There's nothing he can do.

[Herbie] That's dermatographia.

It's an allergy to human touch.\NIt's quite common. It's never deadly.

Until now.

You saw it.

He murdered my father.

[Reddington] We saw\Nyour father murdered, but not by Izan.

There's a pox on both your houses.

If I were you,\NI'd start working on that peace,

because you have more\Nin common now than ever.

Someone wants you all dead.

[dramatic music plays]

Are you seeing my spectroscopy report?

Seeing, yes. Understanding, no.

The food's been laced\Nwith a chemical compound

that excites immunoglobulin E.

Immunoglobulin E is the antibody\Nresponsible for most allergic reactions.

By exciting it, Wormwood has turned\Nmild reactions into deadly ones.

It looks like Leon\Nhad a mild version

of his brother's sulfite allergy.

But as for Vicente,\Ntrace amounts of sulfites

are a natural by-product\Nof cider making.

I mean, not enough\Nto put on the label,

but in this case, enough to kill.

Is the compound traceable\Nto Wormwood?

Theoretically, yes.

It's built onto a base molecule\Nused in blood pressure medications.

[Cooper] Send us a list\Nof the medications.

We'll find the pharmaceutical\Ncompany that makes them

and track him through their records.

Two warring families.\NPoison. Murder.

This case is straight\Nout of my book club.

You're in a book club that's\Nreading Romeo and Juliet?

What? No. Dune.

The Capulets have nothing\Non the Harkonnens.

You do know that George Lucas

stole the whole Jedi thing\Nfrom Frank Herbert, right?

[Cooper] Feel free\Nto fill us in

after you send over\Nthat list of chemicals.

The Harkonnens may be\Nmore devious than the Capulets,

but they have nothing\Non the Montanos.

I'm Gabriella Sandoval,\NVicente's daughter.

Did the peace talks\Ndrag on all night?

Just--\NJust for your own safety,

for your own safety,\Nplease step back.

Just step back, please. Step back.

What's going on?\NWhy are you here and wearing that?

Oh.

I'm here

wearing that\Nbecause something terrible...

I'm so sorry.

Your father is dead.

[dramatic music plays]

What?

No, that's not true.

What are you doing?

[David] Taking over the family\Nand the war.

Geez. It's getting hard\Nto breathe in here.

Your war killed my father.

Your brother is dead\Nbecause of the war.

Which is why it's a war we have to win.

When it's your turn to wear this,\NI hope you accept that.

Reddington's right.

We have a common enemy.

[down-tempo music plays]

-Are we still at risk?\N-[Herbie] I don't know.

But I gave our friends\Na lead on Wormwood,

so once they find him,\Nwe'll figure it out.

You know, over the years,

women have gazed upon me

with pretty equal measures\Nof love and loathing.

My survival has often depended

on being able to tell the difference.

David, what the hell?\NThe window!

He opened it.

You told him not to, but he did.

[wheezing]

[gasps]

[Izan] He's gonna get us all killed!

I was given a list

who would be here.

You weren't on it.

Tito Sandoval canceled last minute.

A seat was open.\NMy father invited me.

I was surprised.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, I think you do, Don Montano.

[ominous music plays]

The base compound\NHerbie gave us is in public domain.

A dozen companies make the meds,\Nand the distribution's global.

There's no way to ID Wormwood\Nfrom that supply chain.

So the drugs are a dead end.

Yes, but there was a chef.

And if she poisoned\Nthe food for Wormwood--

Do you have a name?

Naomi Lindquist, of Naomi Osteria.

Raymond loves her gnocchi.

[Naomi] What I know\Nabout wormwood is this.

It's a shrub. It has a bitter taste.

It's used in vermouth.

This Wormwood is a person,\Nnot a shrub, and they kill people

using their natural\Nallergic response system.

Tell us about the job.

It was a job like any other job, except...

Pistachio.

More acid.

Except what?

Except for the tension.

If you insist\Non going through with this,

you'll choke on your peace.

Did you just threaten me?

I'll do more than that if you\Ndon't stop with this nonsense.

What are you looking at?

That was Vicente Sandoval\Nand some relative.

Tito?

Perhaps you should\Nbe talking to them.

Four people are dead\Nbecause they ate your food.

Four people are dead,\Nbut not because of what they ate.

Well, how can you be so sure?

Because I ate.

There isn't a dish\Nthat goes out I don't taste.

It's yummy.

You said this Wormwood\Nattacks his victim

via their allergies?

I have a nut allergy.

It gives me another sense with\Nwhich to understand my medium.

If I were poisoned,\Nwould I still be alive?

Now, if you'll excuse me,\NI have a restaurant to run.

Before you ask, the answer is no.

Legislative affairs\Nis happy to cooperate--

Jonathan, I called you in today\Nto talk to you,

not a press liaison.

T-This isn't about OLA?

No. It's about\Nyour relationship with Donald Ressler.

I understand you're helping\Neach other recover.

I respect that,

but not as much\Nas I respect our country.

F-First of all, my relationship\Nwith Don Ressler

is none of your business.

And second, he's a patriot\Nwho has devoted his life to the FBI.

Agent Ressler is an integral\Npart of a secret task force

working on behalf\Nof Raymond Reddington.

The crime lord? That's laughable.

And has nothing to do with me.\NWhy am I here?

-I need proof.\N-No.

I need someone close to\Na task force member to get it for me.

Then find someone else.

-There is no one else.\N-He's my friend.

You're the only one\Nin a position to find out,

to help him.

[sighs] I don't believe you.

Elizabeth Keen\Nwas a corrupt FBI agent

and Reddington's heir apparent.

She was also Ressler's lover.

You don't believe me?\NAsk him about her.

Ask him about Liz Keen.

[dramatic music plays]

[down-tempo music plays]

[Malik] We're running out of time.

For them and for Reddington.

We need to find Tito Sandoval.

The chef heard him threaten\NVicente over peace talks.

And the food. Did he poison it?

It wasn't the food.\NThe chef tasted everything.

She's got allergies.\NShe's not sick.

We spoke to Raymond.

Tito was a no-show at the meeting.

He said he'd rather kill people\Nthan make peace,

and the people who tried\Nmaking peace have been killed.

At a meeting he was\Nsupposed to attend but didn't.

Does Reddington know where Tito is?

-No, but he's trying to find out.\N-[cell phone chimes]

[Cooper] Soon as he does, you pick him up.

Everything okay?

It's my sponsee, but I'll--\NI'll see him after--

Go. Check on your guy.

Dembe and Siya can track down Tito.

This was my goal.

You were my goal.

A new generation taking charge,

leaving old wounds and grudges behind.

You did this. You killed them.

This was my goal, not my plan.

I intended to talk you all\Nto death, not kill you.

I've lost eight family members\Nto this war.

I told my father this was senseless\Nand urged him to make peace.

I never expected to wear this.

But now that I do, I promise you, Izan,

as far as my family is concerned,

the dying stops here.

[Reddington] If you need\Nan incentive, try this.

What's happened here,

your brother Tito is responsible for it.

[Izan] No. That can't be.

[Reddington] There's only\None way to find out.

He would never move\Nagainst family.

He was against the peace.

He should have been here but wasn't.

If this is to end,\Nhe needs to answer for himself.

Where is he?

-I don't know.\N-I do.

We were tracking you.

The meeting was on your property.

We needed to be sure\Nthere were no surprises.

Surprises?

This peace was founded\Non a good-faith negotiation.

The fact that you'd go\Nbehind our backs--

It was my father's decision.

But honestly... he was right.

Most good-faith negotiations\Ndon't end in murder.

If Tito is responsible,

there can be no peace\Nuntil he's found.

So where is he?

[indistinct talking on television]

[knock on door]

Room's clean.

[Malik] FBI, Mr. Sandoval.\NOpen the door.

Mr. Sandoval?

-[dramatic music plays]\N-Gun!

[grunting]

Hey! What the hell's\Ngoing on here?

And my father, too?

You look surprised.

You burst in here

and tell me my father and uncle\Nhave been murdered.

Of course I'm surprised.

Who is Wormwood?

I have no idea.

Was the plan only to kill Montanos?

Is that why you're surprised?\NThe collateral damage?

You think I did this?\NYou think I killed my family?

The chef heard you\Nin the kitchen,

threatening to kill your uncle\Nif he tried to make peace.

Yeah, I threatened him.

But that's all it was, a threat.

Everyone there has been poisoned,

and you're here what,\Nraiding the mini-bar?

I'm here because my uncle\Nwouldn't let me be there.

What are you looking at?

[dramatic music plays]

Listen to me.

You will be betrayed

the second you lower your guard.

The only language the Montanos\Nunderstand is violence!

Reddington is mediating.

They know better than to try\Nanything when he's involved.

Now, all you have to do is sit, nod,

and stop acting like a child.

I can't support this.

Support? [chuckles]

I expect obedience.

If you can't give me that,\NI don't want you there.

[Tito] I warned him.

He'd still be a alive\Nif he'd listened to me.

Everyone in that room may die.

Izan is there. Your flesh and blood.

-If you can help us--\N-I would if I could.

Wormwood can. Just tell us--

I already told you!\NI don't know who that is!

Except that apparently\Nhe killed my family.

Why would you think I'd want that?

Because everyone else is dead.

Or may die except for you,

which would end the war\Nand make you king.

Of what?

An empire of the dead?

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.\NAnything you say

can and will be used\Nagainst you in a court of law.

[coughing, wheezing]

Dembe.

No. No, no, no no,\Nno, no, no, no.

Call 911.

-[coughs, wheezes]\N-It's Wormwood.

He's been poisoned, too.

There must have been something\Non my hands when I touched him.

-[line ringing]\N-Hold on.

We're getting you help now.

-Hello?\N-[operator] 911. What's your emergency?

I need an ambulance\Nat Hotel Marmae, room 205.

[dramatic music plays]

[down-tempo music plays]

[line ringing]

-Donald.\N-[Ressler] Hey, Jon.

I've been trying to reach you.

You texted me but then went AWOL.

I was about to call your wife.

-I'm-- I'm glad you didn't.\N-Are you using?

I-I've been-- I've been doing\Na lot of thinking.

Look. Where are you?\NI'm coming to get you.

I'll be okay. Thank you.

It's just work's been beating me up.

I-I've been-- I've been asked to--

To pry into someone's personal life,

someone I care about.

Why would they ask you to do that?

They say that it's for his own good,

this friend of me is, uh,\Nis being taken advantage of,

and if I got, um, proof of that,

they might be able to,\Nyou know, set him straight.

I'm sorry you're\Ngetting pressured like that,

but you can't let this\Npush you off the wagon.

You worked way too hard to relapse now.

One time at a meeting,

I remember you talking about...\Nfalling back,

you know, using again.

It was something personal,\Nright, the trigger?

-Yeah.\N-I'm sorry.

I don't want to take you back.\NI-It's just--

It-- It helps to know\NI'm not alone, you know?

Well, I lost someone.

Someone I cared about very much.

Did they die?

Yeah. She was killed\Nright in front of me.

Oh, God.

Oh. I'm-- I'm so sorry.

That-- That must have been horrifying.

Well, I spun out hard after that.

I smoked, snorted,\Nwhatever I could do to forget.

But of course you can't forget.\NAt least I can't.

So I go to the meetings. I talk it out.

Thank you for... for sharing that,

for letting me hang on to you.

Hey, we're hanging on\Nto each other.

[down-tempo music plays]

W-What was her name?

Liz. Her name was Liz.

Tell me exactly how it happened.

[Dembe] Tito reacted to my touch.

There must have been something\Non my hands,

moisturizer or soap.

We won't know for sure until\Nthe tox report is complete.

[Malik] Five people are dead

and we're no closer\Nto identifying Wormwood

or how he put you at risk.

What was our common point\Nof exposure?

Not the wine.

The food, then?

Well, the chef ate it, and she's fine.

Tito didn't. He's dead.

What else? Think.

The dishes.

Tito wasn't at the meal.

But he was in the kitchen,

and that's when he cut his hand\Nwhen he smashed the dish.

They're a common denominator.

[Malik] The waiters touched them, too,

and as far as we know,\Nthey haven't been exposed.

No, because they wore gloves.

I thought it was a nod\Nto elegance and charm.

I assumed it was Vicente's doing.

That theory expired with him.

Do you have another theory?

Maybe.

But I need Herbie to speak\Nwith a waiter to confirm it.

[machinery whirring, beeping]

Why are you wearing that?

Oh, this. Um, I can explain.

Oh, God. Are we dying, too?

No, no, no. No. No.

But if you are, which I doubt,

I don't want to be the one to kill you.

Let me start over. The dishes--

Did you ever touch them?

You're really freaking me out.

If it's any consolation,

it's like 1,000 degrees in here.

I wasn't poisoned,\Nbut I may die of heat stroke.

So I was poisoned?

Not if you didn't touch the dishes\Nwith your bare hands.

We were told not to,

ordered to wear gloves\Nthe whole time.

Oh. Okay. This order--\NWho gave it to you?

[down-tempo music plays]

Gabriella.

Mr. Reddington.

I'm so sorry.

Your upset is apparent and moving.

Clearly you find what is happening in here\Ndeeply disturbing.

I do.

You can't imagine how much.

Oh, I'm fairly confident I can.

Of course.

The loss of a parent is universal.

As is the fear of losing a lover.

The gloves were a necessary precaution.

Didn't want to start killing off the help.

I don't know\Nwhat you're talking about.

I'm late\Nfor a very important engagement,

so I'll cut right to it.

I'm not afraid to die.

As that is the exception to the rule,

I almost always have the advantage.

I certainly do with you.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

I'm not afraid to die.

You, on the other hand,\Nare terrified that Michael will.

What the waiters wore,\Nwhat you ate.

Dad asked me\Nto organize the dinner,

so that's what I did.

What you did was try and kill\Neveryone between you

and happily ever after.

The warriors and extremists\Non both sides

who'd never approve\Nof Romeo and Juliet.

Unfortunately, Tito canceled\Nand... Romeo snuck in.

Yes, I want peace,

for lots of reasons.

That's what today was about.

Why would I do anything to ruin that?

Because generations of war\Nmade you doubt I could mediate peace

and because you thought maybe\Nthe world would assume that I,

being who I am,\Nmight have been the target of this attack,

perhaps the others collateral damage,

but certainly, no one would\Nso much as look in your direction.

Yes?

No? Nothing?

Oh, well.

What are you doing?

As I said,\NI'm late for an engagement,

and death is a friend.

Please. Don't do that.

Tell me why not.

And if you're honest, maybe I won't.

[tense music plays]

Because if you do it,

it might kill the man I love.

Wormwood.\NWhere can we find him?

All I have is an IP address\Non the dark web.

Since I saw Michael,\NI've been trying to contact him,

but he hasn't responded.

Does Michael know what you've done?

No. But I did it for him.

For us.

Ah. And the toxin?

All I have is the empty bottle\Nit came in.

Well, that's a start.

Get me a photo of it.

Please.

I am sorry.

Some killers are.

[dramatic music plays]

[Malik] This is what Gabriella\Ngot from Wormwood.

It's called a reagent bottle.

They're used exclusively\Nfor research and development.

This one's made by Polmyrex.

Does it get us closer to Wormwood?

[Dembe] Not by itself.

Polmyrex distributes it\Nto 15 pharmaceutical companies.

I cross-referenced\Nour list of buyers

with the list of potential\Npharmaceutical manufacturers

we got from Herbie,\Nand we got one hit.

A company called Heliod RX.

We're headed there now.

Good luck. And keep us posted.

[Dr. Fang] That's our research team.

A couple of projects under way\Nat the moment.

I don't know if Fleischmann called you,

but I assure you, our finances\Nare in order and up to date.

Save the accounts.

We're more interested\Nin who concocted this.

That bottle contained a substance

that was used in a string of poisonings,

and we have reason to believe\Nit was developed here.

Nothing goes out unless it's passed

15 discrete safety benchmarks\Nand animal trials.

[Dembe] Any candidates fail animal trials?

This substance targets\Nthe immune system.

The only thing I can think of is Adumark.

It was our golden goose,\Nbut animal trials went...

[chuckles] Well...

"catastrophic" was what I wrote\Nin the report.

Who conducted those trials?

Dr. Harris was lead.

With what happened\Nto those test animals

and with press snooping around,\Nwe sidelined the project.

-Where is he now?\N-General research meeting.

You passed him on your way in.

Thank you.

[computer beeping]

[dramatic music plays]

[door closes]

[Malik] This way.

He must've gone down the stairs.

You go after him. I'll call for backup.

-[footsteps echoing]\N-[door closes]

[Dembe] Funny statistic.

Most runners go up stairs, not down.

My people have found Wormwood.

Did he give them an antidote?

Not yet, but he will.

The question now\Nisn't whether we'll live,

but what we'll do\Nwith the gift of living.

Personally, I'm hoping for a few laughs,

some soft kisses,\Nand peace in our time.

I've already told Izan that's what I want.

Four people are dead,\Nand you talk peace?

Not until we have the killer.

Not until I have proof that\Nhis family isn't responsible.

My family?

We've always been the victims,\Nstarting with my grandfather.

-He was a good man.\N-Whose death was accidental.

The mine collapsed because your\Nfamily miswired the charges.

[Izan] Rocks shifted. It was an accident!

What's done is done,\Nwhether accidentally or on purpose.

After three generations,\Nit simply does not matter.

Do I have your word\Nthat you did not do this?

-You do.\N-And you have mine.

That's enough for me.\NIs it enough for you?

I need proof.

How's this?

Michael and your cousin\NGabriella are lovers.

Is this true?

It is,\Nwhich is why I want peace.

Because the war has kept us apart.

I'm not responsible for this.

Then who is?

Love.

You just got done saying love\Nis why he wouldn't do it.

Michael wouldn't, no.

But love in the wrong hands\Nor hearts... is reckless,

and, in my experience,\Nas dangerous as any hatred.

That can't be true.

[down-tempo music plays]

You got the proof you wanted.

It's terrible and tragic,

but you can use it to end\Nthis nonsense once and for all.

Or not.

The decision is yours.

I did it for us.

You killed my father for us?

Sooner or later, the feud\Nwould have killed him,

your father and mine.

It had to stop.

How does this stop anything?

It puts you in charge,\Nto make peace, to end it.

-End it? You killed four people.\N-Can you and Izan make peace?

-That's beside the point.\N-That's the only point.

Because it's the only way\Nwe can be together.

And I'm sorry, but to me,\Nthat's the only thing that matters.

I know you feel the same way.

I thought you were different.

I am different.

Yeah.

You're worse.

Lawyer.

[Dembe] You killed four people,

poisoned three others,\Nand you're asking for a lawyer?

If that's the accusation,

sounds like you answered\Nyour own question.

You know, if my poison

ended up being used\Non Raymond Reddington,

I'd want to cooperate\Nwith whoever I could,

just to stay safe.

You're making that up.

And they say his people\Ncan reach anyone anywhere.

You can go to central lockup

and wait to talk to your lawyer\Nfor a day, a week, a month.

[Dembe] Or you can stay\Nat an FBI black site.

That might be enough to protect\Nyou from Reddington's wrath.

What do you want to know?

Tell us about Adumark.

It's made with a chirality\Nof two of the normal--

[chuckles softly]

It's sticky.

It adheres to white blood cells.

-That's it.\N-That's all it does?

It causes a drug-induced hypersensitivity.

Rather than the body reacting to it,

it tunes the body\Nto react to the environment.

Any immunological quirks you may have,

they become lethal.

Why sell it?

Saving lives was never the goal.

I wanted wealth, status.

Instead, I got a chemical\Nwhose only use was delayed

and near untraceable death.

Adumark killed my career,

so I stayed at Heliod\Nfor the lab access,

so I could synthesize it\Nwhenever I want.

-We need the antidote.\N-No, you don't.

The three people you poisoned do.

You guys don't seem to understand.

It was built\Non a blood pressure medication.

So?

So it's processed like\Na blood pressure medication.

Kidneys eliminate it through the urine.

You don't want to die?

All you got to do\Nis wait it out in a clean room.

For how long?

Eighteen, twenty-four hours tops.

That's it?

That's it.

Except for the part\Nwhere you thank me

for exposing Reddington.

FBI's most wanted\Nfor God knows how long,

and I'm the one who took him out.

-Did you hear that?\N-I did.

By my count,\NReddington and the others

have seven more hours\Nbefore they're in the clear.

As long as Reddington stays put,\Nhe should be fine.

Then he's a dead man walking.

Did you speak with Reddington?

I called him like you asked\Nto tell him to stay put.

He didn't pick up, so I tried Herbie.

He told me that Reddington's gone.

Gone? Gone where?

Well, he didn't say,\Njust that... he left.

[down-tempo music plays]

Not to worry. I'm on my way.

I promised I'd be there.

I wouldn't be caught dead\Nanywhere else.

[down-tempo music plays]

I don't know\Nhow to come back from this.

Maybe we don't come back.

Maybe we start over.

How?

Forbearance.

[applause, light classical music plays]

[shutter clicks]

[music continues]

Raymond wasn't there.\NHave you heard from him?

We have not.

[Cooper] I don't understand\NReddington.

He just had to sit tight\Nfor a few more hours.

Why put himself at such risk?

[cell phone chimes]

[music builds, slows]

[music ends]

[cheers and applause]

[cheers and applause continue]

[down-tempo music plays]

[knock on door]

Jonathan.

Can't say I'm surprised to see you.

You asked him about Elizabeth?

I did.

Even after he told me, uh,\Nabout their connection,

I-I didn't want to believe what\Nyou said about him was true.

But the more I looked into\Nwho Agent Keen was...

-She killed the attorney general.\N-Mm.

She was a fugitive with Reddington.

We need to pull it down,\Nand we need to do it now,

and I can't do that\Nwithout your help.

[down-tempo music plays]

What do you need me to do?

[Reddington]\N♪ Da-da-da... ♪

♪ Da-da-da... ♪

[metal clanking]

[down-tempo music plays]

[gun cocks]

Do you have a death wish?

No, but you must,

or you'd think twice\Nabout sneaking into my home.

Like you sneak into mine?

I rely on\Nyour preternatural calm.

I think you know me well enough\Nnot to rely on mine.

You should be in quarantine.

You should have seen Agnes.

She was heaven.

Absolute heaven.

I would have loved\Nto have seen her,

but I was a little busy\Ntrying to save your ass.

Which I might not have done\Nhad I known how little you value it.

Has Herbie explained\Nthe problem to you?

How vulnerable you are\Nfor the next few hours?

How you could die from just\Nabout anything you smell

or touch or taste?

Life is risk management, Harold.

Priorities, dangers, promises.

I gave my word to Agnes.

Keeping it is worth the risk.

You have no power against this. None.

After all the precautions\Nyou've taken over the years to survive,

suddenly, you're okay\Nwith putting your life

in the hands of pure dumb luck.

Why?

Did Wormwood talk?

Tell me.

We got a blacklister.

Solved a generational dispute.

Some of us went to the ballet.

That's a good day\Nin anyone's estimation.

It certainly is in mine.

It's not a game.

And we're not simply associates.

I care about you.

More importantly, Agnes cares about you.

You need to respect that.

I do, Harold.

Very much.

At this time in our lives,

I, for one,\Nwant as many reminders

of the good and the beauty\Nthat this world has to offer.

Like Agnes' ballet?

Like Agnes' ballet.

I can't think of a better reason

to risk my life.

Can you?

[dramatic music playing]