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Connecting trains to the orange and blue line

at Farragut Street.

Connecting trains to the yellow line...

Bergman's, right?

The store where you bought your hat.

Oh. Yeah.

I didn't leave the tag on, did I?

No.

I walk by there every day on my way home.

I saw the hat in the display window

and I knew I had to get it for my dad.

But in gray.
Gray's his thing.

That's very thoughtful.

Next stop, Woodley Park.

When's the last time you saw him?

Sunday.

We both go to Saint Patrick's episcopal.

Good.
That's good.

Woodley Park.

It was nice to meet you.

You, too.

Please allow passengers to exit
before boarding the train.

Sir, you forgot your briefcase!

Sir, you forgot your briefcase!

What the hell...

Are you okay?

Someone call 911.

Miss, you okay?

Please help me.
Please...

Something's happening.

What is this?

Café au lait

Unless you like the dark nut better.
But don't decide yet.

I'm sorry.
Let's start over.

Why is our dining room
no longer dine-able?

- We're remodeling.
- Clearly?

And we're doing it
at 7:00 A.M.

Well, the guy at the hardware store

said to hang the samples in the morning

so you can see what they look
like throughout the day.

What do you think?

I like this one.

Grandma's Pumpkins?

Grandma's what?

I know, it's ridiculous.

Oh, I'm just so sick of this room.

Why?
I like this room.

It's not the room.

It's just that someone invaded
our lives, our house.

They put that stupid box in the floor.

It doesn't matter anymore.

They made me believe you were a monster.

I doubted you.

I doubted us.

And now we're past it.

We're gonna be fine.

And I don't think that we need
to destroy the dining room

I think that we just need...

To move?

I was going to say, "we need time,"

but it's good to know where your head's at.

Keen.

Turn on the TV.

Babe, can you turn the TV on?

What channel?

Any channel.

This was the scene here this morning
on D.C.'s Red Line Station.

Details are still sketchy,

but rescue teams and emergency
personnel are arriving on the scene.

Lady, you can't park here.

Hey, officer.
She's with me.

What've we got?

Appears to be a biological
attack on the red line.

- How many dead?
- Thirty seven.No survivors on the train car.

Agent Ressler.

Agent Ressler, we got something
you should probably see.

Transit authority gave us access
to their closed circuit feeds.

What am I looking at?

A man carrying a briefcase.

He boards the train at Dupont Circle.

Four minutes elapse.

The same man exits the train at
the next station, Woodley Park.

He's not carrying the briefcase.

He left it on the train.

And moments later,
at precisely 6:42 A.M...

I think we found our delivery device.

I'll radio the evidence team.

I reached out to my contacts at the Agency.

Central Intelligence or National Security?

- Both.
- And what'd you find out?

Nothing.

But that in itself has some value.

There was absolutely zero foreign chatter

prior to the attack on the red line.

So you think this was homegrown?

If I had to put money on it,
which I wouldn't... yes.

Where are we on that briefcase?

I reached out to CDC, but they denied
our request to release it as evidence.

- Why?
- Because it tested positive

for trace amounts of radioactive material.

We'll have to wait on
decontamination protocols.

Excuse me. We've got a
caller into the tip line.

The person claims they can ID our suspect.

This is Special Agent Keen.

Agent Keen, I have a tip.

You're a winter, not an autumn.

Stop wearing olive.

You know I don't have time for this.

You're not the one who had to listen to
that God awful hold music for 7 minutes.

Which wouldn't have been necessary
if you'd take my calls.

It's a little snug, don't you think, Martin?

You know, as much as I love our little talks,

you're holding up a line for people
that might have actual information.

This isn't a social call.

I can identify the man
you're looking for, Lizzy.

Okay. Who is he?

Phones are so impersonal.

Why don't we meet for show
and tell in 30 minutes.

Dembe will forward you a location.

If you care to hear me out, wonderful.

Otherwise, good luck with your case.

The man you're looking for
is named Frederick Barnes.

A former defense research scientist
out of ARPAX systems in Annapolis.

You may not be familiar with his name,

but you're likely familiar with his work.

Biochemical agents such as cytochlorin,
black phosphorous, paratoxin,

Barnes headed the project team
that developed all of them.

He was more than just a research
scientist, he was gifted.

A savant of government-sanctioned
mass killing.

What do you mean "was?"

Five years ago the man quit his job,

sold his house and entered the free market.

He started selling his creations
to the highest bidder.

Autocrats, terrorists, me.

Betraying your country and
auctioning off its secrets.

Where've I heard that before?

You want to compare him to me?

Be my guest, I'm perfectly
comfortable with what I am.

But please, make no mistake.

Frederick Barnes is a very special animal.

One with the tools
and the know-how

to kill thousands and thousands
of people all at once.

What he's lacked, until
now, has been the desire.

So, what's changed?

Well, that's the question.

Barnes has always operated with
a certain level of detachment.

Always the designer, the seller.

Never the delivery agent of his own weapons.

But if Barnes is now willing to use
his work to kill indiscriminately,

then he is, quite literally, the
most dangerous man in the world.

Hey, Dr. Buckner.

We've managed to ID 31 of the victims so far.

The other 6 presented with pseudoaneurysm
of the internal maxillary artery,

making them unrecognizable.

Can you translate for the
medically challenged?

The arteries in their face exploded.

That was the cause of death?

It was just a symptom
of the larger condition.

Kurz disease is what killed them.

Oh, I've never heard of it.

No one has.
It's a vascular disorder.

Extremely rare.

Causes the veins and arteries to harden
until the body's starved of oxygen.

Odd thing is, it usually takes about a decade

for the disease to run its full course.

In this case, it took two minutes.

Either of you eat lunch yet?

No.
Good.

Follow me.

Children?

His name was Ryan Demsky. Nine years old.

He was here on vacation with his dad from St.
Paul, Minnesota.

You said this disease was rare. How rare?

In the last five years, there've been
a handful of Kurz infections worldwide.

We've seen almost 600 new cases since July.

Which seems impossible, since the
virus isn't particularly contagious.

Unless someone was
intentionally spreading it.

That's a conclusion we came to as well.

A few months back, Atlanta
opened up an investigation

tracking large infection clusters.

Our suspect has a background in
chemical and biological warfare.

Is it possible that
he weaponized this disease

and somehow modified it
to make it more lethal?

Technically? Sure.

But he'd be operating on the
frontiers of fringe science.

One thing's clear though,
your man has access.

Access to what?

Strontium 90, it's a radioactive isotope.

We found traces of it on the delivery device.

He probably used it as an immunosuppressant.

Strontium-90 isn't something you can just
pick up at your local piggly wiggly.

It's a waste by-product
of nuclear reactors.

Toxic, highly regulated.

There's only a handful of people in the world

who can procure it in sizable quantities.

Let me guess, you happen to know one of them.

Actually, I happen to know three of them.

First of whom was apprehended by
Russian authorities last month.

The second, vaporized by a drone in Quetta,

courtesy of your colleagues
in the five-sided foxhole.

And the third?

Is likely Barnes' supplier.

Cut to it.
I want a name.

I'm afraid it wouldn't do you any good.

The FBI has no jurisdiction
where he operates.

In any case, I've already set a
meeting with him for this afternoon.

And what makes you think
he knows how to find Barnes?

He knows how to get paid by him.
That should be sufficient.

And he'll just gonna willingly
hand over this information?

We'll cross that bridge
when we get there, Donald.

Look, we're wasting precious time.

You want to catch a mass murderer
before he strikes again.

And for that to happen,
I need to catch a plane.

You should come, Lizzy.

We can have a therapy session on
the way, talk out our problems.

Have you ever been to Cuba?

I'm sorry. All my tropical wear's in the wash.

You'd look positively radiant
in a Guayabera dress.

I know a little shop in Reston,

we can stop before our flight.

There is no "our flight".

You have something more pressing
than finding your suspect?

Actually, I was able to track down
Barnes' old research partner.

I'm hoping she can fill in
some of the missing pieces.

So, I guess you're on your own.

I'm sorry you're upset with me.

That would imply I care enough to be angry.

I might do the same in your position.

It's easier to blame me
for framing your husband

than face the truth of what he is.

Tom teaches fourth grade.

He's over-worked
and underpaid

and still wakes up every morning
with a smile on his face.

You know why?

Because he knows nothing of the
terrible world you and I live in.

End of story.

Oh, that's not the end of the story.

I'm confident you'll come to see that.

But in the meantime, we need to
find a way to move past this.

Because for me, there's just no
fun in it unless you're there.

And if there's no fun to be
had, I'm not interested.

We should probably get going if
you want to make cabanas by noon.

Quick, say something nice to me.

It's been a dreadful morning.

Would good news suffice?

You wanted to know if it
ever went on the market?

Is it really for sale?

I take that to mean you'd like me
to move forward with the purchase.

Perhaps this day can be salvaged after all.

Mrs. Forrester? Special
agents Keen and Ressler.

We'd like to talk to you
about Frederick Barnes.

He was brilliant, ahead of his time.

He was a rising star at work.

I was never quite sure
why he decided to leave.

Were you aware of any problems
Barnes may have been having at work

or in his personal life?

What personal life?

We worked 16 hour days.

Well, that's an understatement.

He practically had Anne living in that lab.

He...

Frederick was obsessive.

Every research problem was like
a puzzle that he had to solve.

When did you last speak with him?

Five years ago?

Last I heard he was taking
a teaching job at purdue.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

Hey, buddy.
This is our son, Ethan.

Is it okay if I go over to Caleb's?

Do me a favor.

Not right now.
Go upstairs.

I'll be right up.
Okay, sweetie? Go.

Thank you.

Do you have any contact info for Barnes?

Even an old number could help.

Yeah, I might have something in the kitchen.

I need to ask you a personal
question about your son.

Does he have Kurz disease?

Yeah. How did you know that?

Because I just saw dozens of corpses

infected with a weaponized
variant of the disease.

Barnes released it
on the red line this morning.

He killed 37 people, including
a nine year old child.

And I have a hard time
believing the coincidence

that your son is infected
with the same disease

your former research partner is
now using to commit mass murder.

So, if there's something you're holding back,

now would be a good time
to reevaluate that decision.

Frederick is Ethan's father.

Does your husband know this?

It just happened.

I thought it was best for the
family to keep the secret.

Does Frederick know he's Ethan's real father?

Yeah.

When Ethan was five, he developed Kurz.

They told us it was untreatable.

Frederick wouldn't accept that.

He had contacts in the
pharmaceutical industry.

He reached out to them to secure
research funding into the disease,

but everyone turned him down.

Why?

Kurz is too rare.

Small disease means small profits.

That's why Barnes is killing.

He wants to infect enough
people with Kurz disease

so that it gets on the public's radar.

Why? Because then it can't be ignored anymore.

The more people that die, the
more attention the disease gets.

The more profitable it will be
to invest research dollars.

Putting aside how insane this sounds.

If you're right, then Barnes
is just getting started.

Manny, as always, you look like hell.

Says the devil himself.

So, what brings you to my
neck of the woods, gringo?

Just you, Manny.
It's all you.

Let's talk
about strontium-90.

Strontium-90?

Of course that's what you want.

'Cause you can't want drugs or
Qassam rockets like everyone else?

A Qassam rocket is a
fertilizer-filled trash can.

I wouldn't fire that
eyesore at my worst enemy.

How much do you need?
Twelve kilos.

What exactly are you going to do
with 12 kilograms of strontium-90?

Bueno. I've secured the
funds for the purchase.

I'm ready to proceed on Red's word.

Good.

I'll let him know once he's done with Soto.

Excellent.

Six million.
I need three weeks.

I need it now.
Not possible.

Fresh out, I'm afraid.

Then perhaps I could get in
touch with your previous buyer

and make them an offer instead.

Are you threatening to cut
me out of my own business?

Because we're not that good of friends.

What? Are they going to pull their
guns and hold them all sideways at me?

Manny,

I'm sure we can come to a
mutually beneficial arrangement.

I'm listening.
Reach out to your buyer,

convince them to sell back some of
their purchase to you at a premium.

What kind of premium?

My client will put up 10 million
for immediate delivery.

With a hefty transaction fee
for yourself, of course.

Did he take the bait?

Like a trout to a butterworm.

He should be calling Barnes any minute.

Call's going through now.

Good. Run the trace.

What do you need?

A bottle of beer and a pork sandwich.

How about you, what do you need?

How about Barnes' location?

Sir?

Are you with group 33?

Yes.

I was actually hoping to
reschedule my jury service.

I'll need your summons.

Yes.

You know what? I think I left it in my car.

I'll be right back.

Cooper. Red got us a 20 on Barnes.

Where is he?

The courthouse in Arlington.
We're on our way in now.

Federal agent.
Federal agent.

Move, move, move.
FBI.

Take the north stairway.

I got the second floor.

All right everyone, single file.

Your tax dollars at work.

Help!

- Somebody help us.
- We can't get out.

Federal agent. FBI.

I'm gonna need your tanks and your mask.

I need you to evacuate everybody in this hall

and get everybody out of here
now including yourself. Go!

Stop! FBI.

Help me, please.
Somebody, help!

It's okay. It's okay.
Stop, stop, stop.

We're gonna get help.
I've got you. Come on.

Out of the way!

Move!

Freeze.

I'm only gonna say this once.

- Drop the gun.
- You first.

I'm going to count to three.

If that gun is not on the
ground, I will shoot this man.

And you'll be dead one second after.

One. Two.
You don't have to do this.

Three.
All right.

All right. Drop the gun and kick it away.

Drop the gun.
Now!

Let him go.

Cindy Wright.
You must be Lew.

Is that short for Louise?

No. Thanks for meeting me
on such short notice.

Not a problem.

As I'm sure my assistant
told you on the phone,

the house is in escrow. We're
only accepting back up offers.

I understand.

Why don't we head inside? I'll
give you a tour of the property.

That won't be necessary. My
client's prepared to make an offer.

Double the asking price, in cash.

I'm sure you can find a fair
commission for yourself.

Assuming your escrow falls through, that is.

I just got off
with Dr. Buckner.

She's coordinating
triage teams at D.C. General.

How bad?

Twenty six confirmed dead.

Looks like the attack was
contained to the jury room.

And your survivor?

Too soon to tell.

But given her level of exposure,
Dr. Buckner's not optimistic.

- What've you got?
- Casualty lists.

I keep asking myself, how is
Barnes choosing his targets?

And that got me thinking...

A courthouse.
And public transportation.

What do those two things have in common?

They're both managed by the state. Right.

But more importantly, they both
contain random groupings of people.

Various ages, genders, ethnicities.

I'm not sure I follow. Well, it
seems like Barnes is targeting

large crosssections of the population.

You don't get a more random
sample than a jury pool.

So...

Barnes wants to kill
different types of people?

I don't know... Is it possible
these aren't just attacks?

Could Barnes be conducting some kind
of demonstration? Or experiment?

Agent Keen.
A word.

You're on duty, correct?

Are you carrying your badge?

Of course.
Why?

Because it's protocol.

Then would you care to explain why

you'd surrender your firearm to a suspect

in the middle of a hostage situation?

It was a judgment call.

Barnes was going to kill that officer.

I realize you're new at this, agent Keen.

But some rules don't have exceptions.

And giving up your weapon? That
happens to be top of the list.

I'm fully aware of our field regulations.

And since you willfully ignored them,

your actions will be subject
to a formal review.

What does that mean?

It means that an administrative
panel will decide

whether or not you'll be sanctioned.

And we'll see where we go from there.

Mind telling me what the hell that was?

If you're asking whether I
reported you, the answer is yes.

Why would you do that?

Look, Keen, I like you, I respect you.

But that moment back there with Barnes

showed me you're unqualified
to be in the field.

And you would have taken the shot? Is that it?

It's easy to make the tough
call after the fact.

It's what any trained field agent would've done.
Which is precisely the point.

And that hostage would be dead.

Then I guess that's just what happens.

That's a man's life you're talking about.

Yes... one man's.

Which you traded for hundreds, possibly
thousands, by letting Barnes get away.

And if you can't understand
why that's a bad call,

then you don't belong in a tactical unit.

You're a very lucky girl.

Please. Tell me
that's the last one.

The last one, I promise.

What are the tests gonna tell us?

Whether you have any infection in your body.

What happened to those
people at the courthouse,

is that gonna happen to me?

Not if I can help it, sweetheart.

You just hang tight, okay?

If you're here for more
blood, I'm pretty tapped.

Nothing that exciting, I'm afraid.

I'm just here to change out your I.V. bag.

How are you feeling?

A little...

Light-headed.

Either you've accidentally
dialed the wrong number,

or you're calling because you've
hit a dead end, so, which is it?

Barnes got away and the trail's dried up.

You g-men are top shelf.

Let me guess, Ressler
slipped on a banana peel?

Do you know how to find him? I'm
not a gumball machine, Lizzy.

You don't get to just twist the
handle whenever you want a treat.

We can't keep doing this little waltz.

Don't hang up.

I'm listening.

The reason Barnes is still out there
is because I let him slip away.

And it's only a matter of
time before he kills again.

So please, I need your help.

Music to my ears.

What was that last part again?

I need your help.

All you had to do was ask.

I saw in the coverage there was a
survivor from the Arlington attack.

We should assume Barnes knows that as well.

Which means what?

Has he been to see her yet?

No.

Are you sure?

Why would he?

Barnes may be a scientist,
but he's also a killer.

And in that line of work, a survivor
is considered unfinished business.

Maybe we beat him to it.

Or Red was wrong.
What's going on?

We have reason to believe
Ms. Rubin is in danger.

From what?
Ms. Rubin? Elisa?

Who's had access to this room?

Just Dr. Buckner.
And the nurse.

Lock down the hospital,
no one gets in or out.

I want every single employee identified.

Is she okay?

Help me with her.

What is that? It looks like
a bone marrow biopsy wound.

I didn't authorize this procedure.

You were right about Barnes.

They weren't just attacks,
they were experiments.

He was searching for someone with a
natural immunity for kurz disease.

You mean, like, Elisa Rubin?

That's why she survived the attack?

Her test results just came back,

she has zero sign of infection.

So, he's gonna use her genetic
immunity to synthesize an antidote.

Then, Barnes believes he has the cure.

He's going for the boy.

Come on. Come on.

Hello? Mrs. Forrester, this
is special agent Keen.

I need you to listen to me very carefully.

Is your son Ethan with you?

Yeah, why?
Is something wrong?

Take your son and get out
of your house immediately.

We have reason to believe that
Frederick Barnes is on his way...

I need you to get Ethan
to a safe place. Anne?

Anne, are you there?

What are you doing here?

We need to talk.

Mrs. Forrester? The police
are already on their way.

Well, then I don't have a lot of time.

Please, I need to see Ethan.

It's true, isn't it? What happened
to all those people on the subway?

It was you.

I did what I had to do for our son.

Anne, he'll understand soon enough.

No.

Get out of our house.

Stay away from him.
Anne!

No!

Ethan?
Don't be scared.

I'm a friend.

And I know you haven't been well.

And I'm here to help you.

But I need you to trust me.

Can you do that?

Can you trust me?

Ethan.

No. Ethan.

Ethan.
Stop. Stop.

Ethan, it's okay.

Ethan. Ethan.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Just relax.

And breathe.
It's okay.

Anne, we're here.

Step away from him!

I can't do that.

I think you're probably
well aware of that by now.

I know what you think
you have in that needle.

Yes. My son's future.

Your cure is experimental.

It could just as easily kill him.

If I do nothing, he dies anyway.

You don't know that.
Yes, I do.

There's no other treatment.

There is no universe in which I let
you stick that thing in his neck.

This is his chance.

This is the only chance that he'll ever have.

And I don't think you're gonna stop me.

Ethan?

Ethan?

What are you doing here?

I brought you a souvenir.

What's your feeling about guava?

Anxiety.

Oh, you're in for a treat.

I take it from the coroner's van

that Barnes is no longer with us?

Pity.

Tell that to the families
of the people he murdered.

Every cause has more than one effect.

Say what you will about Frederick,

but someone who's willing
to burn the world down

to protect the one person the cares about...

That's a man I understand.

Is that meant to be directed at me?

Aren't you presumptuous?

Is that you somehow you justify your actions,

by some misguided notion of protecting me?

From who?

My husband, I suppose?

I don't need your protection.

Maybe not.

But I do need you to do this job.

I've accepted that.

And believe it or not, I appreciate
what you do for the bureau.

And at work, you and I are partners.

But that's where this
relationship needs to end.

At work.

I don't want you in my personal life.

I don't know how to make that clear.

You know the problem with
drawing lines in the sand?

With a breath of air they disappear.

You may not like me.

You may not understand how
or why I do what I do.

But I'm here because you
want answers to questions

you haven't even thought of yet.

Now, if that doesn't matter to
you, the solution is simple.

I get in this car and I disappear.

You have a deal with the government.

You have a tracking device in your neck.

You don't believe Raymond Reddington
could cease to exist in 60 seconds?

I offer that particular package to clients.

You're offering to walk away?

I'm not going to beg you to allow
me the privilege of helping you.

So, say the word and I'm gone.

Tell me to go, Lizzy.

Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

Hard to believe, but I'm
just about finished up here.

Yeah, I'm done.

It was a difficult call you made with Barnes.

Would've been tough for
anyone in that position.

I keep going over that moment in my head

wondering what would've happened if
I'd just let him go through with it.

Given what we know, that drug
was probably the real thing.

Then what made you do it?

Because you were right.

Barnes needed to be stopped.

And if the cure's genuine, it'll be
vetted through the proper channels.

And if it's too late for Ethan by then?

Then I guess that's just what happens.

What is this?

We're remodeling.

Clearly.

Long day?

You have no idea.

It's killing you, isn't it?

Did you really get rid of all our stuff?

Do you seriously not remember?

What?

Wow. Okay.

It was Friday night,

we'd just driven in from Rochester and
picked up the keys to this place.

But our furniture wasn't coming until Sunday.

So we dropped to this store and got ike.

Oh, yeah.
The lamp.

Remember, the "a" was
scratched off the finish?

Poor guy was in the clearance bin.

And on the way back, we stopped at the
little Chinese place for takeout.

That was our first night in this place.

Yeah.
It's all we had.

It's all we ever needed.

Just you, me and ike.

Strange.

I remember it being bigger.

I don't understand. Of all the places...
Marigot, Doha,

Florence, Seychelles...

Why this place?

I raised my family in this house.

It's lovely.

No, it's not.
But it used to be.

Time to go.

Did you prepare everything the way I asked?

This place must hold
a lot of memories for you.

I spend every day trying to
forget what happened here.

This should help.