[♪♪♪]
Need a warm up, hon?
No, thanks. Just the check.
Be right-- Right back.
[WAITRESS COUGHS]
[COUGHING CONTINUES]
♪ I can't breathe... ♪
MAN 1:
You okay? Hey, Phoebe?
What's the matter?
PHOEBE:
I don't know
what's wrong. I--
I feel dizzy, like, I can't...
WOMAN 1:
Honey, you're burning up.
MAN:
Is there a doctor here?
WOMAN 1:
Somebody, call an ambulance.
My head, that ringing. Please.
I can't. Something's wrong.
She seems to be having
some kind of viral reaction.
Ambulance is on its way.
[COUGHING, GAGGING]
We have to call
the CDC right now.
♪ When the real
Holds you down ♪
♪ You supposed to
Drown, right? ♪
♪ Wait, wait
That don't sound right ♪
[COUGHING]
♪ I was high
And starting to lose focus ♪
WOMAN 2 [DISTORTED]:
You can't keep me here.
[DISTORTED]
We both feel fine.
♪ I was tripping
I was choking ♪
EMT [DISTORTING]:
I got another.
[DISTORTED]
Can somebody explain
what's going on?
[DISTORTED]
Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Dr. Marcus Joffe.
I'm a CDC investigator.
This facility is being placed
under quarantine.
We need to identify
who needs immediate care.
[SIRENS WAILING]
♪ I can't breathe ♪
[INHALER HISSES TWICE]
[♪♪♪]
I took the liberty.
Is this latex or memory foam?
SINGLETON:
He broke into my house.
I wake up in
the middle of the night,
the man's sitting
on my bed.
Reddington has a flair
for the dramatic.
He threatened to kill me.
If you divulge his relationship
with the FBI. So don't.
LIZ:
We told you about this
to gain your trust.
Reddington wants you to help me
find my husband's killer.
That's what he said.
He seemed more interested
in where I bought my mattress.
You said you had a way to
draw out the killer, Damascus?
LIZ:
We don't know his real name,
just that he's
a cop protecting
drug dealers with
the Nash Syndicate.
I'm part of a task force
trying to bring them down.
Every time we get a lead,
Damascus tips them off
and we get nothing.
Which means whoever killed Tom
has a line in on his task force.
So my next meeting,
I'm gonna let it be known
that we have a snitch
of our own.
Someone inside the syndicate
who can ID Damascus.
[♪♪♪]
Bobby Navarro,
a former dealer
for the syndicate
who's gone missing.
We'll tell them where
and when I'll meet Navarro,
and that he's gonna
ID Damascus.
And whoever shows up
to stop that from happening
will either be Damascus or
someone that can lead us to him.
Detective Singleton,
I'm sure you agree
a dirty cop
is a good cop's worst enemy.
Still, it's hard to go after
one of our own. And dangerous.
I appreciate
your determination.
Agent Keen,
reach out to Reddington.
Please implore him that,
moving forward,
he should stay off
the detective's mattress.
I'm sorry. I'm out.
Yes. Of jail.
Because of me.
And in exchange
for said freedom,
you owe me one genuine,
bona fide, Earl Fagen,
electrical-wires-somehow-
got-crossed inferno.
Then you're out.
No. Then I'm in.
I mean, then I'm back in.
You're waving coke
in front of an addict.
Then take a snort.
This isn't a negotiation.
It's an assignment.
I have a business
that's become a liability.
I need you
to burn it down.
Critter Cabin,
we're in the book.
There you are.
I have a case.
And I have a request:
Take it easy on Singleton.
He's on our side.
For now, because
he's afraid not to be.
I find a good bedside chat to be
effective and exhilarating.
He and I have a plan,
and if it works out,
it'll ID Tom's killer.
And then what?
If it turns out to be a cop,
what are you gonna do then?
Let the system close ranks
around one of its own?
Let him lawyer up,
stand trial?
Juries acquit cops
even when they have video
showing those cops
shooting innocent victims.
You think a jury will take
your word over his?
Your memory?
The memory of
someone who suffered
such significant
brain trauma,
she was in a coma
for 10 months.
Why are you telling me this?
Because you and I
both know
this doesn't end
in a courtroom.
It ends on the street.
I want you
to be prepared for that.
About this case--
The only case I'm interested in
working on is Tom's murder.
Well, unfortunately,
this is an urgent one.
There's been a rather acute
viral outbreak in New York City.
And I'm afraid it was not
a natural occurrence.
Nine months ago, Reddington was
approached by Jumbal Mazi Okoro,
a South African
black-market trader
who was looking to secure a rare
viral agent for his client.
Okoro was requesting
a pathogen
with maximum
contagion capabilities.
Reddington never facilitated the
trade, citing ethical issues.
Go figure.
LIZ:
But based on
this morning's incident,
Reddington believes
this client may be responsible
for the attacks in New York.
COOPER:
Agent Mojtabai.
Something funny?
What? Oh...
No, uh, sorry, I was just
watching Agent Keen.
It's, um-- It's good
to have you back.
Even if it's
on restricted duty.
Thanks, Aram.
What makes Reddington think
there's a connection?
Okoro was looking to obtain
the same kind of pathogen.
A highly-concentrated, purified
form of organic chemicals.
Can Reddington ID the client?
No, and neither can Okoro,
who was killed in November.
Based on this
morning's incident,
Reddington thinks his
would-be client
may be active on U.S. soil.
I'll notify HHS and Homeland.
Ressler, Navabi, coordinate with
the boots on the ground
see if the CDC's uncovered
anything that supports this.
MOSHAY:
Lab confirmed
it's a viral pathogen.
Likely airborne
and replicating quickly.
When we arrived,
we had 26 confirmed cases.
Customers,
first responders.
In the last six hours,
that number's tripled.
What about
your quarantine?
Three square blocks.
N.Y.P.D. has another
12 in lockdown.
How do you know
it's a targeted attack?
Intel from
a confidential source.
Do you think this may be
a designer virus?
All I know is what my people
told you on the phone.
About the woman.
[♪♪♪]
MOSHAY:
Here. With the notebook.
She somehow managed to slip out
before we could ID the infected.
Could be a mistake,
but whoever she is,
she's not here now.
Can you roll that back?
[SIRENS WAILING]
MOSHAY:
It's an inhaler.
We suspect it may contain
some kind of
anti-viral agent.
Looks like
we have a suspect.
RESSLER:
Aram, I'm gonna send you
some CCTV images.
We're gonna need an ID
right away.
MOSHAY:
Tell your confidential source
if he knows anything else,
he's going to
need to tell us.
Because we're going
to have fatalities
on our hands
within the hour.
[♪♪♪]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Just got word of N.Y.P.D.
responding
to a call
at New York General.
That where they're
treating the infected?
Yes. But there may be more.
Another-- Another outbreak.
They found some kind of
biological device.
RESSLER:
Doesn't make sense.
Why would she try
to infect them a second time?
They're already sick.
TECH:
Uh, you're not
gonna believe this.
I don't think we're
looking at another virus.
Why, what is it?
It's the cure.
Sixteen people are in serious
condition. Seven are critical.
Why aren't they being
given the antidote?
The CDC wants
to test it first.
How about on the victims? What's
the worst that could happen?
They're dying anyway.
We've confirmed it's her.
The same woman
who caused the infection.
Why would she infect people only
to provide them with the cure?
Okay, hang on.
I got an ID.
Here we go.
Captain Patricia Sue Edwards.
Uh, she's a biochemist.
Formerly with
United States Army
Medical Research Institute
of Infectious Disease.
LIZ:
USAMRIID.
The germ warfare guys.
ARAM:
Married to Lieutenant Commander
Dennis Edwards, Navy SEAL.
All in, all the time.
The best of the best.
Yeah, well, put a pin in that
'cause in March 2017,
Lieutenant Commander Edwards
was stationed in Manbij, Syria
tasked with
securing the area
to facilitate
the liberation of Raqqa.
His record had always been
exemplary up until another SEAL
caught him stealing a truck
full of confiscated opium.
Was he court-martialed?
Killed, by the same SEAL
who caught him.
Judge advocate ruled that that
SEAL was acting in self-defense.
Did they investigate the wife?
ARAM:
Uh, yeah,
but nothing conclusive.
But she was stripped of her
security clearance at USAMRIID
before resigning her
commission.
Which means she lost access
to the chemical
and biological weapons.
Apparently, she's gotten
over that hurdle.
[♪♪♪]
There was a story
in the news today.
About an outbreak.
I think you'll like it.
Red, I told you from day one,
Heddie's no good.
She knows how
to cook the books,
but she's a little
n-n-nutty, excitable.
And now
she's taken a powder,
we're about to be audited,
and so, what?
Now you got thi-this-this--
This guy? To what?
To light a match and boom,
there it goes,
this sweet little deal
we got going.
Smokey, as you well know,
Heddie did not take a powder.
She's lying in her bed right
now, sneezing and wheezing,
swollen up like a puffer fish.
I'm afraid all the dogs and cats
finally got the best of her.
Be that as it may,
mistakes are mistakes.
And I'm telling you
she's out of her depth.
And now, with the new tax law,
forget about it.
[IN CANT]
It is eaz-in-c-eaz-om-pr-eaz-e-
h-eaz-en-s-eaz-i-b-eaz-le.
[IN ENGLISH]
All I can tell you
is little guys
and non-profits are screwed.
I want you
to go to our vet
and find out how he disposes
of the animals he puts down.
We're gonna need
about half a dozen.
Half a dozen what?
Skeletons.
To make it look authentic.
Couple of dogs, cats.
I think we shampoo
the occasional marmot.
[♪♪♪]
[CLEARS THROAT]
In order to melt
structural components,
we need a high-temperature
accelerant fire.
Your typical fire generates
about 2000 degrees.
We add a little thermite,
we can boost that
up to 4500 degrees.
Even if the fire department
shows up early,
and starts spraying water,
they'll just aggravate
the flames.
Leave you nothing
but memories.
[♪♪♪]
Look, I never said
I didn't love it,
I just said I shouldn't do it.
REDDINGTON:
Earl, you have a gift.
Others create, you destroy.
[BELL RINGS]
[DOG WHINING]
Mr. Hepworth.
Thomas Dekker.
Mr. Dekker,
as you know,
the IRS is conducting
an audit of Critter Cabin--
Let me ask you,
how come you get to audit me
and I don't get to audit you?
About the audit--
Granted, you use my money
for some worthy causes.
Roads, schools.
But building a border wall,
prosecuting people
for smoking pot,
building even more
prisons to hold
even more
young men of color?
Why should my money
finance that?
There seem to be
some discrepancies
in your unrelated
business income--
Hershey, Hershey,
Hershey.
You're missing the point.
If I could direct your attention
to Form 990-T, Part 1, 4A--
The point,
the essential point, is this:
We're all sinners.
Oh. Sinning.
That's the point?
Lust. Gluttony.
Sloth.
Three of my favorites.
But you're here
because of my greed.
Tell me, what's your sin,
Mr. Hepworth?
I don't...
Of course you do.
For all have sinned and
fall short of the glory of God.
Testify,
Brother Hershey.
Okay, I don't think that--
Don't think.
Flow.
HEPWORTH:
I... Uh...
That's it.
Let it out.
[GROANS]
I hate this job.
Amen to that.
My kid,
he's incredible.
He's desperate to go to high
school at Davenport Academy,
but the headmaster won't let
him in because of what I do.
What I did.
I audited his sister.
[REDDINGTON INHALES DEEPLY]
Don't despair,
Brother Hershey.
Your job is what kept
your son out,
and now, it will be
what gets him in.
How is it gonna do that?
I'm going to do that.
In exchange for services
rendered by you.
Or to be more precise,
not rendered by you.
GARVEY:
Rumor is you got a bomb
to drop on the task force.
SINGLETON:
That a fact?
Tactical freaking nuke.
I'm all a-tingle.
I tailed Keen.
She didn't lead me
to Reddington,
but she did lead me
to someone else.
Who?
Robert Navarro.
Navarro?
I figured
he got himself whacked.
What he got himself
was a deal with the feds.
Snitch.
SINGLETON: He cut a deal.
Immunity in exchange
for everything
he knows about
Nash Syndicate.
Names, suppliers, amounts.
He's gonna tell all that
to the feds?
Everything we've been trying
to find out for a year.
Talk about getting caught
with your hands in your pants.
Navarro's gonna meet
his contact this afternoon
at a fed safe house
on Water Street.
The bureau's promising
transcripts.
That's not tactical nuke,
my friend.
That's thermo-freaking-nuclear.
Let's go drop it
on the boys.
You go ahead.
I'll be right there.
We ran a sample
of Edwards' virus,
which we're uploading
to Atlanta now.
Naturally-occurring Nipah has
one strand of RNA. Hers has two.
RESSLER:
That sounds bad.
She genetically spliced
a secondary strand
onto the virus.
No idea why.
We'll know more when
we hear back from Atlanta.
COMPUTER:
Network alert. Network alert.
[ALARM BEEPING]
Access denied.
MOSHAY:
What's going on?
I-I don't know.
I'm locked out.
MOSHAY:
Atlanta's down.
Everyone's down.
How's that
even possible?
I have no idea.
But it seems like
the biological virus
is now infecting
our entire network.
[♪♪♪]
You're telling me a human virus
infected a computer network?
How is that possible?
All right, code is code.
Ones and zeroes.
What's changed is
we can now manipulate
the human genome to implant
malicious code into it.
When the infected DNA
from the victims was analyzed
and uploaded
to the CDC's network,
the computer virus
was uploaded with it.
So the purpose of the outbreak
was to hijack the CDC's server.
COOPER:
And lock us out. But why?
LIZ:
The CDC server could give her
the locations and access codes
to thousands of deadly viruses.
ARAM:
The only way I can see what
she's doing inside the system
is to physically access
the server farm.
Then that's what
you're going to do.
Sir, that's what I'd like to do,
there's just one small problem.
This is the quarantine zone,
and this--
This is the server farm
that supplies
the CDC's computer system.
That's a very
strange coincidence.
Or Edwards chose her target
with exactly that in mind.
[♪♪♪]
HEADMASTER:
Thank you so much, Ms. Timmons
The board couldn't be happier.
Now, don't forget
your jersey.
Oh. Isn't it marvelous?
Very sporty.
And please...
Thank you.
Mr. Dekker, is it?
Yes. Very impressive.
What a gymnasium.
A real shrine to athleticism.
I can just feel
the testosterone.
[CHUCKLES]
We've wanted
to build it for years.
But one neighbor refused
to sell an adjoining plot.
Until about
five minutes ago.
The charming lady
who just left?
It's been
a very good day.
Oh, ha, ha, well, then allow me
to make it an even better one.
Every great
athletic facility
requires spectacular
locker rooms
for all those inspirational
pregame sermons,
the halftime pep talks.
All that postgame towel
snapping and rump slapping.
Let me be forthright, if you're
willing to offer enrollment
at the academy to a very, very
promising young man that I know,
then I'd be willing to pay
for those locker rooms.
That is very generous.
His name is
Charlie Hepworth.
Now, I know there's
bad blood between you--
I'm afraid that's rather
an understatement.
His father's audit
cost my sister her company.
Yes, but to be fair,
should poor Charlie
really have to suffer
the consequences
of his father's doggedness
and your sister's indiscretions?
Thank you, Mr. Dekker,
but I'm going to have to
turn down your generous offer.
Mm. There must be something
I can do to change your mind.
I can't think of a thing.
Well let's see if I can.
[MACHINE BEEPS]
LIZ:
Can you really intercept
cell phones with that thing?
Anyone in range
makes a call,
this picks up their
device ID number.
That way we get
whoever shows up,
and anyone they
reach out to for help.
[TAPPING ON KEYBOARD]
Okay, if I haven't said it,
thank you for this.
[♪♪♪]
Coffee?
Yeah.
My girls call this
"daddy mud."
[CHUCKLES]
How old are they?
13 and 10.
My wife took them
last year.
Found herself another guy.
I have a daughter too.
She's not with me
right now, either.
She's with
her grandmother.
I have to get through
this first.
My ex's guy
lives in Orlando.
Except for vacations,
my kids do too.
Life's something,
isn't it?
Unsolicited advice:
you need a better lawyer.
Make a deal.
We catch Damascus,
you go see your daughter,
I get myself a new lawyer.
Deal.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
There's a barcode in his window.
It's a rental.
LIZ:
You recognize him?
SINGLETON:
No.
Maybe hired muscle.
MAN [ON MACHINE]:
Hey. It's me.
Yeah.
I don't know,
but there's no sign
of Navarro.
Right.
I'll go in for a closer look.
MOSHAY:
Once you enter
the hot zone,
your rebreather will
have 20 minutes of air.
Beyond that,
oxygen levels fall,
and the environment
inside your suit
will change
dramatically.
Carbon monoxide levels spike,
causing nausea, dizziness.
Got it.
So, what you're saying is,
if the virus doesn't kill me,
the suit will.
Nothing is going to
kill you.
RESSLER:
We got you on comms so we
can guide you to the server.
Once there, tap the terminal.
Figure out what Edwards
is doing in there, and get out.
Okay, listen.
You can do this.
You're going to be great.
Okay?
What?
I have to pee.
Kidding.
Totally kidding.
Just-- Come on,
I'm trying to
lighten the mood here.
What? Oh. Okay.
[♪♪♪]
You getting this?
Not yet.
He's leaving.
MAN [ON MACHINE]:
Yeah.
Nobody. The place is empty.
I don't know.
Maybe you got bad intel,
but there's nobody here.
We're not gonna get
another shot at this.
[MACHINE BEEPS]
We won't need one.
[BEEPING]
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
RESSLER:
Aram, when you exit
the elevator,
there's gonna be a door
to your immediate right.
That's the door
to the server room.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
I see it.
[ON COMMS]:
How am I doing on oxygen?
Nine minutes.
[DOOR BEEPS]
[MACHINES BEEPING]
Nine minutes, huh?
Actually, eight.
All right, Aram,
you gotta listen to me.
RESSLER [ON COMMS]:
You're looking
for Server Row D-52.
That's gonna be the fourth row
from the east wall.
ARAM:
Dr. Moshay, this is probably
as good a time as any
to tell you how much I admire
the CDC and the work you do.
But, um, perhaps one
of your scientists could--
You know, could find a way
to equip these hazmat suits
with a simple, uh, in-line
recirculating fan
to cool them off
a bit that--
Oh, okay. I found it.
I found it. D-52. We're here.
It's-- Okay, okay.
Seven minutes.
He'll make it.
All right. I need
the root password.
RESSLER:
It's 12, net,
four, hotel, bravo.
Honestly, I can't--
I can't really see
through this mask. It's--
Okay, hold on. I'm in. I'm in.
All right. Now I'm, ah,
scanning for
unknown processes.
He's burning through his air
faster than he should.
We need to pull him out.
Aram, you need to focus.
ARAM: I am. I just--
I can't see here, so--
RESSLER: You're gonna have to.
NAVABI:
Aram, listen to me.
Do you remember Thanksgiving?
The diatribe your brother-in-law
went on about immigration,
how you coped?
I gorged on apple cobbler.
You told me you breathed.
I breathed.
NAVABI: You tried to breathe.
What happened when you focused
on your breathing?
We need to call it.
You found a sense of calm.
You were able to separate from
your anxiety and just be.
Uh, Samar, this is--
It's cool of you. I know you're
helping, but I figured it out.
She's jumped the system.
What does that mean?
Okay, government computer
systems are networked.
If what I'm seeing
here is right,
then Edwards is using
the CDC portal to launch
a search in SIPRnet
and the DOD.
Those are the most classified
networks in the country.
She's trolling
their databases.
Looking for what?
ARAM: That's just it.
She's using some kind of
DNA sample in her search.
It's not a "what."
It's "who."
I think she's looking
for somebody.
RESSLER:
So the virus outbreak was
all just a way to ID someone.
She has DNA,
and looking to put a name to it.
Who? Family member? Loved one?
Enemy?
COOPER:
I wanna know the second
you find out.
Whoever it is
may need our protection.
Agent Keen.
Bad time?
Not at all. Come in.
Did anyone take the bait?
Yes, a merc,
some muscle.
But he was reporting to
whoever sent him.
And that's probably
the person I'm looking for,
which is why
I need your help.
Tell me,
what can I do?
The guy who showed up,
Singleton intercepted
his phone, a burner.
If you intercepted him,
you must know who he called.
I do. One number.
Also a burner.
I'll geolocate him.
I know you're in
the middle of a big case--
Do it. CDC's confirming
the antidote--
We'll track the DNA.
You're sure?
COOPER: Of course.
It's imperative
we find Tom's killer.
HEADMASTER:
How?
A quit claim?
But we were in contract.
As Old Man Quimby, my
fencing instructor, used to say:
"If 'ifs' and 'buts'
were candy and nuts,
oh, what a Christmas
we'd have."
My God,
I loved the foil.
That woman agreed
to sell to us.
Well, as it turns out, you
weren't offering quite enough.
Heh.
She accepted my proposal
over the most delicious
buckwheat blini
and a tour of her surprisingly
vast collection
of ceramic
salt and pepper shakers.
But the funny thing is, I have
absolutely no use for the place.
If only there were
something you could do
to help me think of
a constructive way
to develop the property.
Any good ideas?
No.
Really?
Absolutely not.
Maybe a massage parlor.
The athletes would love it.
Oh, my God.
[♪♪♪]
Fine.
I'll admit him,
the Hepworth kid,
if you throw in
the locker room.
"If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride."
Ah, Quimby.
The man was
a walking aphorism.
We found out who Edwards
was looking for.
Caleb James Cronin,
retired Navy SEAL.
She was looking up
his DNA.
Explains the extraordinary
steps she's taken.
The ID of anyone in Special Ops
is highly classified.
What it doesn't explain
is why she cares.
Because Cronin
killed her husband.
The opium.
NAVABI: He's the one who caught
Edwards stealing it.
JAG ruled it was self-defense.
Apparently, she'd like
to render her own verdict.
COOPER:
If she knows who he is,
it won't take her long
to find where he is.
We need to find him.
Lieutenant Caleb Cronin?
[♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
What the hell was that?
Invite me inside,
and I'll explain.
Red, I've been thinking
about this all wrong.
You're the fancy fugitive
the IRS can't touch,
but Heddie and I, our names
are all over the place.
This audit is gonna land us
in jail where she belongs.
But me, I need to feel
the sun on my face
and the breeze on my neck.
So here you go.
A dachshund, husky,
chow, pug,
beagle, two Siamese,
a chinchilla,
and my appreciation for
torching the place.
Smokey, as it turns out,
that won't be necessary.
He promised me a sure thing,
gives me Viagra.
And all I have to show for it
is a 4-hour erection.
Who knew an IRS agent
would be so amenable?
Wait. You're-- You're
not burning down the place?
Did you hear what I said?
We'll go to jail for this.
Brother Hershey,
behold a miracle.
[REDDINGTON CHUCKLES]
You got Charlie
into Davenport.
I just-- I can't
thank you enough.
Of course you can.
That's why I did it.
You know,
there's nothing I've wanted
more than for my son
to go to Davenport.
And, um...
If it were in my power
to bury this audit, I would.
But it is in your power.
You're the auditor.
Yes, I was when we came
to our understanding
but there's been a change.
I'm out,
and Larry Hotchkiss is in.
He'll be here tomorrow at 9
to examine your books.
I am so sorry.
So am I,
Brother Hershey.
So am I.
It appears we're gonna need
that chinchilla after all.
Okay.
Come on.
All right.
I'm geolocating now.
Singleton,
can you talk?
You got a location?
Almost.
Okay, okay, okay.
All right. Looks like there.
There, 447 Skidmore.
Did you get that? 447--
SINGLETON: Call the burner.
What? Why?
What-what good's that gonna do?
It'll tell me what member
of the task force
killed your husband.
[♪♪♪]
That address, 447 Skidmore,
that's your office.
Call the number.
LIZ:
Not until we get units there.
You need back--
[PHONE BEEPS]
Singleton?
Is there a problem?
I hope not.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
[PHONE RINGING]
[SIGHS]
[CELL PHONE
CONTINUES BUZZING]
GARVEY:
Your girls are in Orlando,
right?
You can open your mouth,
but the thing is,
whatever happens to me...
I've got people, Norm.
A lot of people.
You do anything stupid,
and those girls
of yours are gonna pay.
Let's go for a ride.
[COUGHING, WHEEZING]
[♪♪♪]
That cough is your body trying
to fight genetic material
I've introduced into
your bloodstream.
It'll be followed by
a migraine, double vision.
Your brain is swelling,
lieutenant.
And it will continue to swell
until your skull
can't accommodate
its size.
Look.
Whatever this is--
There is a cure,
however.
And I have it.
But for that, I'm gonna
need something in return.
Who are you?
Dennis Edwards.
Navy SEAL.
Manbij, Syria.
You remember him?
He was my husband.
CALEB:
It wasn't my fault.
What happened, your
husband's death, it was--
It was an accident.
You convinced JAG that
he stole a truckload of opium.
But I know differently.
I know, because
he delayed shipping out
to find out who'd done it.
No. That's--
[COUGHS]
That is not right.
Whatever he told you--
When my husband's effects
were returned,
there was blood on
his uniform.
I tested it.
I found two sets of DNA.
His and the Navy SEAL
who killed him.
You.
[GROANS]
I know you stole
the opium.
I know you blamed it
on my husband,
then murdered him
to cover your tracks.
What I don't know is
who else was involved.
[INHALER HISSES]
You've heard about
the outbreak.
That was me.
I've infected you with
an accelerated variant.
You'll be dead in three hours
unless you get the antidote.
So, lieutenant...
...who helped you kill
my husband?
[GRUNTING]
[PLASTIC CRUNCHES]
Oh, God.
Earl, I've been thinking.
Who am I to stand
between you and your calling?
You can make disappear
in one hour what it took
a hundred men
a year to create?
I take it the IRS
wasn't so amenable after all.
There may have
been a slight hiccup.
Men plan. God laughs.
The audit begins tomorrow,
9 a.m.
EARL:
Only there is no God.
It's just all
a big chemical reaction.
Can you do it by then?
I need someone who
sees the fire in my eyes,
and wants to play with it.
Is that a yes or a no?
Or is a haiku
sometimes just a haiku?
I have five smoke detectors,
16 sprinkler heads
and a backflow preventer
to install.
Well, then...
The plan's in my head.
Supplies are in the van.
Every shred of evidence will be
reduced to ashes by dawn.
I do see the fire
in your eyes.
And it's terrifying.
[♪♪♪]
AGENT 1:
FBI!
FBI! Down! Move!
AGENT 1:
Clear.
[AGENTS CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY]
Ressler.
AGENT 2:
Outside is clear.
You think
she infected him?
Or tried. Obviously there
was some kind of struggle.
He gets the upper hand.
He's bigger, a trained SEAL.
Take her where?
She came here to kill him,
to get her revenge.
AGENT 3: Agents.
This is Jill Conway,
neighbor across the street.
I saw them. He had a gun.
All right.
Get her full statement.
Thank you.
[PHONE RINGS]
Aram, we may have
a hostage situation.
I need you to run a full
profile on Cronin.
Credit cards, vehicle
registration, the works.
Okay, I'm on it.
[COUGHING, WHEEZING]
You need to let me drive.
Please. I can help.
Stop. Just--
How much further?
Left at the light.
Onto Shore Boulevard.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
I never wanted to kill you.
I just wanted to
clear my husband's name.
ARAM [ON PHONE]:
Okay, a traffic cam
clocked Cronin's vehicle
three minutes ago
heading westbound on 495.
I've got an N.Y.P.D.
unit tailing them now.
Headed toward Astoria.
That's where Edwards lives.
They're headed to
her house.
Aram, have N.Y.P.D.
set a perimeter.
Have them run him onto a service
road at Hell Gate Bridge.
Call Dr. Moshay at the CDC.
We have a likely infection.
We need
response units on-site.
What do we got?
He's symptomatic.
Likely infected,
which means she is too.
I've asked law enforcement
to keep them
at bay until you arrive.
Tell me if it's safe
to send people to treat them.
So you can treat them?
Yes. Atlanta
cleared the antidote.
And we have doses on-site,
ready to go.
What about him?
Is he armed?
We think so.
Well, then it's not safe
to treat them.
Where are you going?
Ressler?
[♪♪♪]
[GROANS]
All right. Hold up.
Not so fast.
CALEB:
I need medicine.
She infected me with
some kind of-- Some virus.
Where's the weapon?
CALEB:
Did you hear me?
This woman, she's the reason.
She's infected half the city.
Look,
I asked you a question.
Where's the weapon?
EDWARDS:
I only wanted to clear
my husband's name.
To prove his innocence.
I didn't want anybody
to get hurt.
His innocence?
Hey, hold up.
What does she mean
"his innocence"?
Are you insane?
Officers, this man
takes another step forward,
you have permission
to shoot.
He doesn't
have much time.
RESSLER:
How about we make
a little trade?
Your life for the truth
about Dennis Edwards.
I told the truth.
Look, unless you wanna leave
in a hazmat bag,
you're gonna tell me
what really happened
to this woman's husband
in Raqqa.
Please. I'm begging you.
He's gonna die.
Yeah, I guess so.
CALEB:
Okay, stop.
Just-- Stop.
The opium.
We took it.
Edwards figured it out.
He was gonna turn us in.
RESSLER:
I want names.
CALEB:
Oz Stone. Frank McGraw.
Who pulled the trigger?
I did, okay?
Are you happy?
I shot him.
RESSLER:
Bring them in.
When it's safe,
arrest them both.
[TAPPING ON WINDOW]
Hey. Singleton,
it's me again. Uh...
You don't seem to be home.
And you don't answer
your calls, so...
I'm getting a little worried.
Call me back when you get this.
Singleton?
He's not at home?
No. He's not answering
his cell, either.
This is what
I was afraid of.
LIZ:
Why do you say that?
It may be nothing.
I'm gonna give you
an address.
[TOY SQUEAKING]
[BELL CLANGS]
Where the hell you been?
The auditor's in the bathroom
washing up for the kill.
I couldn't bring myself
to burn it down.
I like it here.
Good for you. Why don't you
stay here and pat the pets.
We'll be in jail
with the animals.
I don't think so.
I should've known
you'd throw Heddie and me
under the bus.
Smokey, shut your mouth,
and look and learn.
Oh, Mr. Dekker,
it's your lucky day.
Why is that?
Our field office
caught fire last night.
Yeah, a wire shorted
in the basement.
Sparked a bag
of deicing chemicals
someone left down there.
We, uh, store the materials
we prepare
for audits
in the basement.
As a result, yours has been
indefinitely postponed.
REDDINGTON:
That is a bit of luck.
We'll be in touch.
I assume that
you assume the fire
was the work of
an arsonist.
We did, but we found
no evidence of it.
All we do know is that the fire
started inside the smoke alarm.
Ha! How ironic.
♪ Who drain the spirits
From the jars ♪
♪ Hop the fences
Steal the cars ♪
♪ Run on fumes
And from the north ♪
♪ And burn for us
Right through the fall ♪
SOLDIER:
Three-ten, hut.
Ready, aim, fire.
[GUNS COCK]
[GUNS FIRE]
Ready, aim, fire.
[GUNS COCK]
[GUNS FIRE]
Ready, aim, fire.
[GUNS COCK]
♪ Hitch their dresses
Past the knees ♪
♪ Spilling to the floor
Like ease ♪
♪ They swing the bridges
One and more ♪
♪ And burn for us
Right through the fall ♪
♪ All our running ahead ♪
♪ And we'll seize
The captain's wheel ♪
♪ A mutiny
We've come to feel ♪
♪ When will their aiming's
Gone from view ♪
♪ With everything
We thought to do ♪
♪ Oh, the devil
Won't have me ♪
♪ I wonder who will
I wonder who will ♪
Mr. Fagen.
[EARL SIGHS]
♪ All our running
Is a crawl... ♪
I was staring
at those trees,
thinking how
I wanted to burn them.
I realize that I've stoked
the flame, so to speak,
which is why
I brought you this.
♪ All our running ahead ♪
Embrace the Struggle.
Zig Ziglar
at his most persuasive.
Are you familiar
with his work?
He's a motivational speaker.
Who motivated me to
quit smoking,
and shoot
from the neck down.
And you think he can motivate
me not to burn those trees.
A retainer.
For services
not yet rendered.
Read the book.
Think positive.
Control your urges.
And I'll put your gift
to good use.
♪ All our running ♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING
ON POLICE RADIO]
[♪♪♪]
Stabbed multiple times.
Wallet gone.
They're saying it was a robbery.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
GARVEY [ECHOING]:
I want witness statements,
CCTV footage, and a forensic
report on my desk an hour ago.
Nobody sleeps until we find
the son of a bitch
who did this.
[♪♪♪]
Elizabeth.
[PANTING, GRUNTING]
[TOM GROANS]
What is it?
[QUIETLY]
That's him.
The bald man.
Damascus.
That's the man
who killed Tom.
[♪♪♪]