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I had to take it.

I mean, have you really thought
about what he's gonna do?

Everyone is gonna die... Everyone.

You did the right thing.

I'm gonna go to the police.
I have to go to the police.

I'm gonna give it to them.

If I don't, if he goes through with it...

If he finds you, he might hurt you again.

Ju... I'll come with you.

Just... Tell me where you are.

Just promise me you'll come alone.

I promise.

I'm sorry.

Where is it?

You get away from me.

You can't stop us now.

Everything is in place. It's too late.

- You get away from me.
- I always thought you were different.

But you're just like the rest.

You're selfish.

- Give it to me.
- No.

Hey!

Ohh!

Help! Somebody call an ambulance!

That's crazy, man. I'm just like, "whoa."

She just stepped out. She
jumped in front of that car.

The Blacklist - 2x05
"The Front"

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I told you to get rid of him.

Lizzy, I'm not getting rid of him.

Your safety is of great concern to me.

Yeah, I can handle myself.

I just... I don't want him watching me.

What is all this?

There was an incident this
morning in Dupont Circle.

A woman was struck by a taxi...

Carrie Ann Beck.

Maddox Beck's wife?

Yes. The leaders of the Front.

Well, how is that possible?

They died trying to bomb BP's London Office

in response to the Gulf oil spill.

So the world believes.

In truth, they took their work underground.

Personally, I once admired Carrie Ann.

However, since going underground,

they've become too radical for my blood,

advocates for a level of destruction

that... I find chilling.

- So who killed her?
- I believe her husband is responsible.

I don't understand. Weren't they partners?
Didn't they found the Front together?

Yes, but their partnership
was a tenuous one.

She was always the more moderate voice,

only interested in operations that
related directly to the environment.

Beck, on the other hand,
views himself as a chosen one,

a messianic figure who
sees humanity as a virus

that needs to be eradicated
in order to save the planet.

I fear he got rid of his wife

because she was trying to stop him

from implementing a plan to do just that.

These are the last known photographs
of Maddox Beck and his wife.

- They're the founders of the Front.
- 2012...

Firebomb strikes a biotech park in Boston,

conducting genomics research,
causing $64 million in damage.

2013... Four staff members
were killed and 16 hospitalized.

Ricin was mailed to the
Fairbanks BLM Office,

which manages transatlantic pipeline.

Just got off with the M.E.

He'll have a tox work-up on
Beck's wife within the hour.

We can't assume Beck killed her
just because Reddington says so.

Get to the morgue. I want a cause of death.

Her body's not at the morgue.
She's at City Memorial.

Labor and delivery.

She was pregnant?

Yeah, 30 weeks.

From what they can tell,
the... The baby's fine.

And the mother?

The doctors declared her brain
dead. They put her on life support

until they can safely
deliver the... The child.

Most of the injuries were sustained,

uh, during the accident,

but she suffered some
injuries beforehand, as well...

Lacerations to the...
The head and the hands

and, um, defensive bruises on the forearms.

Think he beat her?

I think she was in one hell of a fight.

You say in your notes

- she had clay under her fingernails?
- Clay?

From where? That's odd, isn't it?

The really odd part is that the... The clay

is 700 years old.

The soil found under the
nails of Carrie Ann Beck

dates back to the 14th century.

It's called Raw Sienna.

- Okay, so, what's it doing there?
- Raw Sienna was used by painters

at the time, painters who belonged
to what's known as the Sienese School.

The Prado in Madrid has an
exhibit going on right now

featuring paintings
from the Sienese School.

Last week, one of those
paintings was stolen.

That's what she and Beck were
fighting over, this painting.

Maybe they were trying to
sell it on the black market,

fund their operation.

There were 22 paintings at the exhibit.

The one that was stolen had been on loan

from the Santa Caterina Church in Pisa,

and it was, by far, the least valuable.

Then why did they steal it?

Come on!

Number 76.

Number 76!

I've been busting my ass!

And now you fire me because
I'm not, what, fast enough?!

- I'll need all your research.
- No!

And any leads as to her whereabouts.

You want me to find the
girl? I'll find the girl.

But these things take time!

You don't have any leads.

You know what? I don't have time!

And yet you've had me waiting
out there for over 45 minutes!

Do you know the vending machine is broken?

It's as if you enjoy
making people miserable!

I work at the DMV!

If you can't do this, I
need to find someone who can.

Everything rests on finding the girl.

I understand, and I'm trying my best.

But you didn't give me much to go on,

and I've had some...

- Is something wrong?
- You know what?

Just forget it!

Talk to me.

It's mom.

Ohh, Glen.

Three months ago, she was in the shower,

noticed this... Lump.

- How bad?
- Got into her bones.

They bombarded her with chemo.

We've tried everything...

The pills and the diets, biofeedback,

music therapy, the Flaxseed diet.

- Flax seed?
- Part of the Budwig protocol.

- I don't have time for this.
- Oh, I'm sorry!

Has mom's illness cramped
your busy schedule?!

Every time you can't
deliver, you do this...

- These cockamamie stories!
- My mother is dying!

Yes, and your brother-in-law
had legionnaires disease,

and your house was flooded,

and I'm still no closer
to finding the girl.

Get out!

You're the most gifted
tracker I know, Glen,

but your mouth runs like a scalded dog.

I don't know why you're mad at me.

You're the one who came up short.

Codes. What kind of codes?

You mean written on the
back of the painting?

Not on the back... Under the paint.

The museum sent us everything
they had on the stolen painting.

When it was acquired last year,

they ran a series of tests
to determine its authenticity.

Yeah, they used thermal
imaging to do microscopic

and spectroscopic analysis and found this.

What's it mean?

Museum doesn't know. I
spoke with the curator.

Call the National Gallery.
Get Lillian Sharp in here.

If anyone can make heads
or tails of this, she can.

Hey.

Keen... Where is she?

She had an appointment.

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- Look, when I agreed to do this, I...
- It's just taking longer than I thought.

- Is he out there?
- Yeah. I'm going out back.

This is for last week.

Do it one more week,
and I'll pay you double.

I'll be back in one hour.

It's a map. A map to what?

A bedtime story.

It's a legend about the Apophis Strain,

an ancient plague weaponized
in the 14th century

by both the Byzantines and the
Ottomans that was mistakenly released

and believed to be the real
origin of the black death.

You're talking about the bubonic plague.

No... Pneumonic plague,

which is airborne and far more fatal.

Scientists now believe that was the
plague that killed 200 million people,

one of the largest pandemics in history.

That's why, to prevent armageddon,

the sworn enemies agreed
to task four priests

to take the strain to the end of the world.

And this map indicates in which
end of the world it's hidden.

Agent Cooper,

you're not taking this seriously, are you?

Maddox Beck is.

He killed his wife to get this map.

These symbols... Trust
me. This map is worthless.

Thursday. Same time?

Keen.

Lizzy, I need to see you.
There's been a development.

This map is priceless.

You need to move on this now.

If the Apophis Strain is out there...

You didn't tell this to the FBI?

Lillian is paid to
embargo certain key details

from your colleagues

if she believes they
may be of interest to me.

You sure she can be trusted?

- I could say the same thing about you.
- Ladies, please.

I'm surprised the two of you haven't met

at a conference or company retreat.

Does the FBI do a Christmas party?

One of the priests sent to
guard the strain got sick.

And to protect it, the
dying man swallowed it whole,

taking it to his grave.

We know this because the others
survived and created the map.

And the markings? What do they mean?

They're archetypal alignments.

When you connect them,
they create lay lines

linking a network of
historically significant sites.

You said the priests were
sent to the end of the world.

Where?

Well, I said it was the end
of the world... Not anymore.

If I'm reading this correctly,
the strain is buried here...

in America.

Red's source says the map points
to Burial Ridge in Staten Island.

It's the largest native American
burial ground in New York.

We've contacted local
authorities. We're on our way now.

I-I don't know how to break this to you,

but, uh, Beck beat you there.

- What are you talking about?
- New York Field Office

got called in on a grave robbery.

According to park police,

our guy, Beck, he knew
exactly where to look.

The bones contain the DNA of the plague.

Once he has it, he can replicate it.

That's why he took the bones.

No, he wanted to take them,
but according to park police,

whoever was buried there was moved.

Hundreds of years ago.

I'm sending you an image of
what was left in its place.

Got it.

We think it's a
marker, some sort of addendum

to the map.

It's Cyrillic.

It's ancient Cyrillic. It looks
like some sort of equation.

"P" equals 100.

"O" that sort of looks
like a ribbon equals 9.

Those dash symbols in between

denotes that the number to the right

should be multiplied by 1,000.

It totals 109,120.

Probably a measurement.
Is there a standard form?

Cubits.

Uh, one cubit is half a yard.

109,120 cubits is 54,560 yards.

What?

I was good at math.

There's another engraving
here. Looks like, what, a moon?

Or a sun, which rises in the east.

The strain's final resting place.

54,560 yards or exactly 31 miles.

Hello, Aram. Agent Navabi.

You certainly look radiant.

Mr. Reddington. Um...

Hey, uh...

If you're looking for, uh, A-Agent Keen...

I'm not. I'm looking for you.

Aram, are you there? What is it?

What's 31 miles east of Burial Ridge?

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This is the
oldest church in the city.

The graves in the church,
they're sacrosanct.

Is there another way in here?

- The southeast stairwell, behind the...
- Show me.

You want me to find a girl.

You can't tell me her name,

and none of the other
people who work for you

were able to find her.

Yes.

That's not much to go on.

It's not.

Out of curiosity, the other
people who couldn't find her,

this... Girl... Um...

W-what... What did you do to them?

Aram, this woman is critical
in my war with Berlin.

FBI! don't move!

You know what I have in here.

You wouldn't be here if you didn't.

Put it down.

It's incredible, isn't it?

Finding America a century before Columbus,

surviving, protecting the secret.

His life had one purpose... The plague.

You're not walking out of here.

Do you know how contagious this is?

Shoot me, I drop it, and
then we're both infected.

I said put it down.

Either you let me go, or we both die.

The choice is yours.

You're just like everybody else.

You're gonna save your life

at the expense of millions of others.

Is that why you killed your wife?

Carrie Ann killed herself.

She wasn't able to go through with it,

but somebody needs to have the
courage to do what's necessary.

Radio Foster. Tell him we're on our way.

Ressler!

They have it. It's gone.

The plague, it's gone.

Call state and local police.

Tell them we want lookouts and checkpoints

at every highway leading out of the city.

Find Maddox Beck!

You had him.

He was in possession of the strain.

Did you hesitate or not?

He threatened to release it.
And now a mad man is out there

with the ability to start a pandemic.

Enough. If it's the pneumonic plague,

there are antibiotics, protocols.

For the strain that exists today,

not the one that's 700 years old.

We have to assume that there is no
cure for whatever Beck got his hands on.

I said that's enough.

This is unbelievable.

Alert the CDC.

Tell them that a
potential category 5 threat

has just been identified with no cure
and a high probability of exposure.

Agent Keen.

Whatever decision you made,
I'm sure it was the right one.

I've seen you under pressure in the moment.

Thank you. I mean it.

The way you handle...

take Mr. Reddington, for example.

He asked me to do one
thing, and I freeze up,

- but you're always able to...
- What? What? What are you talking about?

Oh, wait. Uh, no, just, um... You're solid.

- Reddington asked you to do...
- No, forget that... Bad example.

What did Reddington ask you to do?

Um...

200.

That is the exact number of species

that grows extinct every year.

That is 10,000 times the
natural rate of extinction,

and one species is responsible.

Ours.

The reason that we are making
the ultimate sacrifice...

Is because earth is literally dying.

Everybody knows it,

and no one will do anything about it.

To preserve life on earth,

we need to become...

Extinct.

Sharon.

It's time.

Your wife made it perfectly clear

your daughter has no
interest in seeing you.

- Oh, dear.
- The FBI is not in the business

of handling your personal affairs.

The FBI is in the
business of my business.

Why else would I be in
business with the FBI?

If she is in danger, we will protect her,

either from Berlin or you.

Who told you she's my daughter?

You have no right to have
anything to do with that girl,

not since the night you abandoned her.

I'm touched.

You just upended your
ex-wife's entire life.

I'm not gonna let you
do the same thing to her.

As a rule, I consider
jealousy to be a base emotion.

But in this case, it's quite endearing.

Oh, God. I am not jealous.

I assure you, Lizzy, my
quest to find this young woman

will in no way compromise our relationship.

"Our relationship"?

- Where are we on the case?
- No, no, no. We're not doing that.

I understand you lost Beck.
It must be disheartening.

Let me be perfectly clear.

Aram is not going to help
you find your daughter.

And the guy you have following me...

Either you get rid of him, or I will.

She seems unusually
agitated. I'm not sure why,

but I believe she's
hiding something from me.

- Hiding what?
- I'm not sure.

But I think she's worried
you may expose her.

She's made it clear she wants you gone.

I think she may try to
manipulate the situation.

Don't worry. I've got
eyes on her as we speak.

She's not going anywhere.

It's all well. I'll be handling, sir.

Don't.

You think it's a good idea you
being here this time of night?

- I need to go inside.
- Girl, you're pushing it.

Can I go inside?

Can you feel it?

Yes.

I can feel it inside me.

I can feel it growing.

Amen.

Unconfirmed reports indicate hundreds

have been infected as a
result of the outbreak.

The Capitol and the Supreme
Court have been evacuated.

Metro police have
quarantined a 15-block area,

reaching from constitution
to Pennsylvania Avenue.

Patient Zero has been
I.D.'d as Sharon McManus.

Prelim autopsy confirms we are dealing with

a genetically modified
strain of pneumonic plague.

- Modified how?
- We have no idea,

but it is working at an accelerated rate.

People in the quarantine,
none of them look sick yet.

From what the CDC can tell, the
contagion works in three phases,

the first of which is incubation.

Right now, it is dormant
in their immune systems.

It is not airborne yet, but that is only
going to last for the first few hours.

Then what?

It turns the victim
symptomatic, then infectious.

Based on what we can tell
from the time of death

and the rapid depletion of
Patient Zero's target cells,

those healthy-looking people
will be dead in nine hours.

- How many people are we talking about?
- Roughly 2,300 in quarantine, sir.

Talk to me about the treatment protocols.

There are none.

In order to understand how
the disease was altered,

to find a cure, we need a
sample of the original strain.

- And Beck has the only one.
- Hey.

Full E.R.T. report on Patient
Zero's effects just came in.

They found this on the victim's shirt...

hair from a rodent,

a rat species specifically
bred for scientific purposes.

Rattus norvegicus.

There are only two licensed
suppliers for clinical trials.

And in the last month,
they've only had one shipment

that didn't go to a university
or research facility.

- You got Beck's shipping address.
- Two story property in Thurmont.

Send the Biohazard team at Quantico.

Clear!

I need you to come in.

I found your girl.

Number 84.

The picture you gave me,
the one of the girl...

I had it aged up in the system

and marked as an FBI
inquiry five weeks ago.

- The vending machine is still not working.
- Then Dolly goes in for hair plugs.

She's the only one in the
Southwest Service Center

with access, so I'm frozen out.

The woman grading the
written tests needs to shower.

But this morning, Dolly
comes back, and guess what.

Old Dolly got a hit...

A 97% match on your girl.

Zoe Dantonio.

As I said, these things take time.

What the hell is that?

It's a new vending machine.

Yours is broken.

Consider it a bonus.

Site's decontaminated.

The equipment looks like
it's been used recently.

My God.

D.C. was just the beginning.

24 cities. On every continent.

They're gonna be on planes.

Aram, get me the FAA.

When an organism is ill,

it develops antibodies
to combat the illness.

Nature creates the instruments
to eradicate deadly disease.

In this case, the disease is humanity.

We're the antidotes.

Climate change, water shortages,

a population approaching eight billion...

We won't live to see it.

And there will be no one left to remember.

But our sacrifice will usher
in the dawn of a new earth.

Sharon began our crusade,

and now the rest of us must see it through.

To a new day.

To a new day.

CDC quarantined a vehicle found at Dulles.

There was an inhaler mask
discovered outside of the car.

We won't have the official
results for a few hours,

but the toxins inside appear to
match those found in Beck's lab.

Vehicle's owner was one Ron Crocker,

boarded a plane to
Panama City two hours ago.

Every passenger on that
flight will be infected.

- We have Crocker's travel profile?
- Yeah.

Okay. Uh,
one-way ticket, traveling alone,

no checked baggage.

Ticket purchased within
the last eight hours.

Can you apply the same criteria
to passengers on flights

from Dulles to the other target cities?

Every matching profile is a potential
follower infected with the plague.

Okay, 31 matches.

Of those... Seven are business travelers

who made last-minute reservations
using corporate cards.

- Are they already in flight?
- All but one... Chris Perez.

Leaves Dulles for Toronto within one hour.

Probably still in the incubation period.

We can take him down,
isolate him before he boards.

You work with Aram.

Notify the FAA of those infected
flights. You get to Dulles,

make sure Perez does
not get on that flight.

Final boarding for flight 428,

service to Toronto,
please proceed to gate A.

We've located
four of the suspects.

Two land in 45 minutes...
Moscow and Sao Paulo.

Get word to the air marshals on board.

Have teams on the Tarmacs ready
to quarantine those planes.

Contact the TSA and have them patch
us into the airport security feeds.

We have to assume the
passengers are all infected.

Quarantine won't help them, only the cure.

Which we don't have.

Follow me, please.

Coming through!

Make way! Federal agents coming through!

Stand aside, please!

Coming through here! Federal agents!

He's not at the gate.

Aram, you got eyes?

Looking. Looking now.

- I'm gonna double back.
- Okay.

Come on.

Go back... There.

That's him.

There he is.

A black jacket with a gray
hoodie, a green shoulder bag.

Near gate C-13.

What's going on?

Officer down! I need a medic!

You can't come in here.

Samar, you're gonna bleed out!
You've got to open this door!

It's out. I'm infected.

If you come in here, you will be, too.

You'll be okay.

Shh, shh.

18 of the flights have been quarantined,
and the suspects have been arrested.

The others... Diverted
with military escorts.

What about the infected?

Liz and Samar... How
much time do they have?

Worst-case scenario... Eight hours.

I was able to trace a credit card tied
to the plane tickets Beck purchased,

but he created a VPN. The computer he used

accessed the Internet within
a 50-mile radius of Abingdon.

Get our people in Virginia the
coordinates have them start a canvass.

And the radius... Narrow it down.

Yeah, uh...

Mr. Reddington, I-I'm
calling about Agent Keen.

Circumstances have changed, Aram.

I found what I was looking for.

You have? I mean, uh, you have.

That's so... That's fantastic.

But, uh, that's actually...
That's not why I'm calling.

Uh, Agent Keen, she and Agent
Navabi, they've been infected.

When?

Just over an hour ago.

Where are you on Beck?

He's somewhere outside
Abingdon, but I don't know where.

I've searched the public record...

Uh, tax bills, power, phone. It's
like... It's like he lives off the grid.

Well, there you have it.

Have what?

What?

Mm, nothing.

What made you smile?

Nipple guards.

A year ago, I, uh...

Tom and I, we were
going to adopt a newborn,

and we were having a baby shower.

And one of the guests,

this teacher, she brought nipple guards.

- Did she know you were adopting?
- Uh, exactly, yes, she...

It was like she was reminding
me that I wasn't pregnant.

I was just so pissed.
I didn't even thank her.

God, I wish I could just
go back and thank her.

I had it all figured out.

I was gonna have a baby...

And a husband.

And then he showed up.

You know everyone talks about it, right?

They don't want to bring it up with you.

Why you? Who is he to you?

Reddington is...

The bane of my existence.

And yet, here he is, trying
to reconnect with his daughter?

Trying to find her?

And I find myself feeling possessive.

Mm.

Possessive of him,

jealous of the girl he's trying to protect.

And if that's not embarrassing enough,

that's exactly how he predicted I'd feel.

You think they've delivered that baby yet?

Carrie Ann Beck's?

That's probably why she backed out, right?

- Because of that baby.
- Mm-hmm.

And when they find a cure,
when we walk out of here,

it'll all be because of that baby.

Hey. Uh, I figured it out.

Technically, Mr. Reddington figured it out,

but I think I know where Beck is.

He's a radical environmentalist,
so any electricity would be solar.

We have a 50-mile search area.
That could be dozens of houses.

Using grid-tied power.

But people who want to sever
ties with the government,

they would use off-grid
systems, which are very uncommon.

- How uncommon?
- I could only find one

with the capability to support a compound
large enough for Beck and his followers.

Um, I should mention...

I'm pretty sure Mr.
Reddington has a head start.

Pepper, what's...

You two out here playing
grab-ass in the woods

just smacks of something biblical.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the snake in the grass.

I was a big fan of yours at one time.

I remember you

in that little, inflatable
boat in the North Sea,

going up against that oil platform,

huge waves tossing you
up against the pilings,

fire hoses and steel oil
drums raining down from above.

My God, it gives me goose
bumps just thinking about it.

Then I had the good fortune of sharing
a cell in a prison outside Sochi

with a... An associate of
yours, Yevgeny Bushkin...

Big bear of a man, 150
kilos on an empty belly.

As I remember it, Yevgeny
went on hunger strike

to protest some oil pipeline that
threatened a vital something-or-other.

You probably remember better than I.

But the point is the old
boy didn't eat for 74 days.

Imagine that.

I wouldn't have the discipline.

My weakness is sausage and Peppers.

But Yevgeny...

He did it.

Wasted away like Christ on the cross,

dying for a cause...

Your cause.

And I remember thinking
that the only men I've known

that have people who are
willing to die for their cause

are either saints or megalomaniacs.

And you...

Are no Saint.

Which is why I'm not surprised

to find you and Pepper waiting
out armageddon here in Eden.

You and I both know

you're not gonna die for your cause.

Put that down.

You dig up a plague, hatch a plan
to spread it around the world,

but before you do, you synthesize a cure...

For yourself and your Eve.

Ironic, isn't it.

If you were half as dedicated to your cause

as Yevgeny was, there would be no vaccine,

I wouldn't be here,

and you and Pepper would
be free to romp like bunnies

until the convulsing
and hemorrhaging started.

You're wrong.

My actions are about our
crimes against the earth.

I'll be frank, Mr. Beck,
because I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I'm not here for you.

I think you know what I'm about to ask for.

What's he talking about?

You never told him?

Told me what?

Where is it?

Please. don't.

Never told me what?

We don't have much time.

Ah.

My business is finished here.

I'll leave the two of you. I'm
sure you have plenty to discuss.

Just got off with the CDC.

They've started vaccine protocol.

All quarantined victims have been treated,

along with the passengers
from those flights.

The girl, Carrie Anne Beck...

She was taken off life support.

Notify her next of kin.

Tell them about the child.

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