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No. No.

Should be nine more workers inside,
just rotated on shift.

Security?

Two in the lobby, one in the lab.

Let's get to work.

Forget it.

Liz needs all the help she can get.

Since when are you
interested in helping her?

All you've ever done is betray her.

Says the guy who's hunting her down.

You really think Liz is a
Russian agent? A terrorist?

If you know where she is...

I don't. That's why I'm here.

Look, i know you don't trust me.

If it's any consolation,
i don't trust you either.

Like I said. Forget it.

Don't you wanna know the truth?

Don't you wanna know what happened?

Easy.

Your ex is a wanted killer.
You wanna help her, let me do my job.

I know you care about Liz.

You can act like you don't,
but I know you do.

Let me help. I can go places.

I can do things.

Break the law?

Work around it.

Next time, i break that arm.

We were out.

You said the ship we were
on was headed to Spain.

Change of plans.

Because?

Because after far too
much time playing defense,

today is the day we switch to offense.

Take a look around,

we're hardly in prime position
to be fighting anyone right now.

The director needed
permission to have me killed,

and he only got it by convincing others

that I didn't have the fulcrum.

That was a costly mistake.

And now members of the cabal will be exposed

as a result of investigations.

His own people are
questioning his leadership.

We need to capitalize on that by
wreaking such havoc on the cabal

that they will choose to exonerate you,

and sacrifice the director.

How is that ever gonna happen?

Our journey begins in the home
of the double bacon corn dog.

Welcome to Iowa.

What do you know about
verdiant industries, lizzy?

Nothing.

They're the world's largest
agribusiness. They sell seeds.

More to the point,
genetically engineered seeds.

In fact, they're the
single largest manufacturer

of genetically engineered seeds on earth.

And not just any seeds.

Corn, soy, the crops at the very

foundation of our food economy.

I've read about this.
Modifying the DNA of the seed itself.

Teaching it to create a protein

that kills common pests that would eat it.

Yes. And those seeds are very expensive.

Most small farmers can't afford them.

Many of them have been
driven out of business.

And when people feel their homes
and livelihoods threatened,

violence is never far behind.

A few days ago, a verdiant facility
was attacked

by a group of small farmers who
call themselves los segadores.

Men determined to kill verdiant
before it kills them.

Damaging one building will hardly
kill verdiant.

They did more than damage a building, lizzy.

They stole data, a cache of
proprietary files

detailing how verdiant modifies
its corn genome.

That's a trade secret worth
billions of dollars.

You and I are going to take those

files from the men who stole them.

Assuming we could do that, why would we?

Verdiant launders money for the cabal,

hundreds of millions of dollars a year.

If we get those files,
we have leverage over verdiant.

We have leverage over verdiant,

we have leverage over the cabal.

I know how Mr. reddington and agent keen

got out of the diner where
the standoff happened.

The tunnels, the ones they
used to escape from the diner,

they were built to sneak in contraband

from the port of Baltimore.

Coordinate with the mpa.

I want a full accounting of all ships...

Already did. One particular
freighter caught our attention.

The dmc pena set sail 48 minutes

after the siege at the diner ended,

en route to the Spanish port of valencia.

But 70 miles into their journey,

they turned back to the
us citing engine trouble.

Where's the freighter now?

They're docked at Norfolk late last night.

According to the cargo manifest,

only one thing came off the ship.

Container number 358202

was off-loaded and placed on a
westbound flatbed at 12:23 A.M.

Stowed away in a corrugated sardine can.

The glamorous life of an
international fugitive...

I want to know where that
truck's headed. Find that crate.

What is it?

Dembe.

This is the rendezvous point.

Something's wrong.

We're going to need transportation.

This'll do.

I'm not talking to you.

Dembe's missing.

They were here. The FBI.

When? When?

What does it matter, when? They were here.

And when I refused to answer their
questions, they took me in...

Don't try my Patience, Glen.

I'm sorry, red. I'm hypoglycaemic.

My blood sugar crashed and I just lost it.

Glen...

I must have spent six hours in the box.

I nearly had a stroke...
What did you tell them?

I didn't have my crackers with me,
i couldn't get a juice box.

I rolled, red! I'm sorry.

I told them everything.

Everything?

I'm yanking your crank.
What do you think I am, a snitch?

I'm clean as a whistle, which is more

than I can say for your shorts.

I could hear you dropping a steamer
through the phone.

We got wheels.

Safety! Okay. Dembe.

What's the 911?

Oh! You're a fool.

You think because you would risk
your life to save reddington...

That he's gonna do the same? He won't.

Reddington won't come for you.

You are protecting a man
that has left you for dead.

We have a colleague of yours.

He is being prepared.

Unless you tell me where
i can find reddington,

he will suffer.

Nothing?

So be it.

What you hear next is a consequence
of your misplaced loyalty.

Please, no!

Gentlemen. A moment of your time.

Eduardo. I wouldn't.

You are members of los segadores,
am I right?

A simple nod is acceptable.

Excellent. I was hoping to
have a word with your leader.

That's me. I don't believe so.

I was told to speak with
a man named Eli matchett.

What are you, cops?
Goons working for verdiant?

Either way, I'm not telling you...

The next one goes in your leg.

Eli matchett.

- He's gone.
- Gone where?

I don't know.

I don't.

Look, verdiant has a
warehouse up in silver Ridge,

doing some top-secret research.

We were working on how to take
it out when Eli, he just snapped.

Started saying how we were a joke,

how none of us had the balls
to make a real impact.

So, he walked.

Next we hear, nine people are dead.

You think matchett is responsible.

We got a guy on the inside
at verdiant. Gabriel costa.

If Eli did this, he had costa's help.

We're going to need Mr. costa's address,
and maybe some directions.

My associate prefers to steal cars

made before the advent of GPS.

You were able to crack the server files?

All five billion nucleotide pairs.

Verdiant's patented prize pig.

I'm uploading the file to a
couple dozen hosting sites.

Look, I know we agreed to open source this.

But this is verdiant's
most guarded trade secret.

It's worth a fortune.

So, what? You wanna sell
to the highest bidder?

I wanna get back what that seed cost me.

My farm. My family.

Yeah.

We sell and get back our losses,
but no one else's.

This doesn't belong to verdiant,
and it doesn't belong to us.

We release it to everyone.

Sorry, friends, but I got
something else in mind.

Sure is one hell of a sardine can.

The man does have style.

Aram. I found something on the ap.

A bombing in Fairfield, at a facility
owned by verdiant industries.

Reddington comes to town a few
days after a major attack?

That's not a coincidence.

I thought the same thing.

So, I cross-referenced
every senior-level employee

with Mr. reddington's file
and I came up with one name.

Verdiant's cto, Susan Hanover.

Why do I know that name?

Because it was listed in the fulcrum.

Twenty-five years ago, Hanover was
a low-level staffer on the hill.

A bombing with a direct link to the cabal.

That's why reddington's in town.

How many employees were lost?

We think 15. Nine are confirmed dead,

the other six are officially
listed as unaccounted for.

They say some of the
bodies are unidentifiable.

You have been hit before?

The company, yeah, but not this facility.

And never like this.

There's a group, calls itself los segadores.

Up to now, it's only been property damage.

So, why the escalation?

Because certain secure
terminals can only access

the company mainframe during business hours.

Whoever did this,
accessed our proprietary files.

They downloaded information
detailing how we modify our genomes.

That's a trade secret
worth billions of dollars.

This was a robbery.

If that data is released publicly,

it's only a matter of
time before our product

is being mass-produced on the black market.

The price of our product
will fall permanently.

Our stock won't recover.

Sir? Sorry to interrupt,

but I just received a call
from the medical examiner.

What is it? They ran preliminary DNA tests

on the remains recovered inside

and everyone was accounted
for except for one employee,

a Gabriel costa.

That's not possible.

His badge was used to swipe
in that morning. He was here.

Unless he walked out with the attackers.

Maybe Gabriel costa's our inside man.

How long will you need?

Delivery system's done.

Now it's just two more hours

for the completion of
the replication period,

and you'll have your virus.

Costa isn't here.

Then we look for anything that
may reveal his whereabouts.

I don't know what happened.

I used to consider myself lucky.

I had a husband I loved,
the job I always wanted.

I was the kind of person
good things happened to.

Have you ever heard of mugs
kalinowski? Lovely guy.

Ugliest man i ever laid eyes on.

That's why everyone called him "mugs".
Except his dear mother.

She was an art professor at bard.

Lovingly referred to him as "Picasso".

That's kind of sweet, actually.

Well, it was an apt nickname. His face was

all over the place.

But perhaps as a result of that nickname,

mugs grew up with a great
appreciation for art.

He fenced some of the most
extravagant pieces in the world.

He only had one rule,
out of respect for dear mum.

He'd never lift a Picasso,
felt it was bad luck.

Then one day, he got a tip from a source

about a piece sitting
in a huge loft in soho.

So, one evening,

mugs shimmied up the drain pipe, broke in.

And lo and behold, there hung on the wall,

les femmes d'alger.

A spectacular Picasso.

One of a series of 15 and
astronomically valuable.

Did he take it? No.

And mugs was convinced

that was the single, biggest stroke

of bad luck he'd ever suffered.

Well, what he didn't know was,

the source who had given him the
tip was working with the feds.

The painting had a tracking device in it.

Sometimes bad luck is the
best luck you'll ever have.

Whatever happened to mugs?
Did he land on his feet?

Unfortunately, no.

Mugs had borrowed $500,000 from a loan shark

against the value of the painting.

When he didn't steal it,
he couldn't pay it back.

A few weeks later,
the loan shark shot him dead.

There's something going on with that vent.

Time to go.

I don't understand. How did they find us?

They didn't. And they won't.

We need a drill.

Forget about the box. We need to leave.

They're one step behind us.

This is the life, lizzy.
Someone's always one step behind.

Aram. I'm sending you a photo,
i want it sent wide.

It's not aram. Keen?

Why are you doing this?

It's my job. You know me.

You know I've been framed.

If you're innocent, come in.
Let me help you.

We know about the verdiant attack.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

I'm just trying to get my life back.

Verdiant's connected to the cabal.

Reddington thinks that if we
can get enough leverage...

Reddington's not capable of
telling the truth. You know that.

If you're interested in the truth, back off.

Let me do what I have
to do to clear my name.

No.

You were at costa's apartment.

I'm getting close, aren't I, keen?

Keen?

You were right,
reddington and Liz were here.

We just missed them.

Was there a surveillance camera?

No, but I pulled this off a
responding officer's dash-cam,

he was dispatched to meet us at the scene.

It looks like he blew right past them.

Run that plate. Find out who
that vehicle belongs to.

And put out an alert for the car.

Looks like costa was
copying verdiant documents

and feeding them to matchett and his crew.

He kept this ledger to keep
track of the documents he stole.

He's got internal memos here

tracking some development
project called "Genesis".

He was sending them to a
feed store in Wilson park?

Wait. Look, we can't just
go charging in there.

We had a hard enough time handling the cabal

when the FBI was backing us,
let alone hunting us down.

Don't be anxious. We're still a step ahead.

I'm not anxious. I'm scared.

Where are we?

Four hundred tiny viral vectors,

ready to be released into the wild.

Imagine.

You can hold in one hand everything you need

to bring humanity to its knees.

Table for one? Or are you waiting
on the rest of your party?

No, just me. This order's to go.

Is the chicken gorgonzola gluten-free?

I believe so.

You believe, or you know for sure?

Because although that may just be

a small lexical distinction for you,

for me, it'll determine whether
I spend my entire evening

on the can with two rolls of triple-ply.

Why don't I ask the chef.

Rover keypad. Four digit pin.

Could be thousands of combinations.

Only if you don't know the four digits.

Now there's only 24 combinations.

Gabriel costa.

Door.

Agent navabi. Where?

Copy that, Wilson park.

Have your officers secure the vehicle

and stand down until we get there.

Patrol found the car. 355 mission.

What is this place?

This is it.

This is the genome data
they stole from verdiant.

Let's get what we need and go.

That's the car.

Is that ressler and samar?

We're fine. Keep working.

They're in the building.

- How much more time?
- I don't know.

These files are massive. We should go.

I saw a storm door on the
side of the building, we...

Not yet.

The desk.

We're not going to make it.

Reddington!

Clear.

Ressler!

Think if you stare long enough,
it might ring?

What's her name?

Elizabeth.

She's gone. Well, I was hoping that...

You know, when we met,
she was seeing this other guy.

He worked. I didn't. But we
started seeing each other, anyway.

Anyway, we had this signal,

a way of communicating, so he wouldn't know.

She'd call that phone at exactly 7:00 P.M.

And I'd pick up and we'd meet.

How'd that work out?

Not so great.

Hey. Uh, sorry.
Would you do me a quick favor?

Uh, just, if that phone rings, if she calls,

would you give her my number?

I just spoke to the owner of the building.

He said he leased the space

to a man named Eli matchett two months ago.

Did you get a background? I did.

Matchett had a farm

that adjoined one of verdiant's
properties near abingdon.

Apparently, some of their
seed blew onto his farm.

They claimed he illegally infringed

on their patent and they sued him.

The defense cost matchett a fortune.

He must have lost everything.

Aram, did you get those files?

You've stumbled on a
state-of-the-art virology shop.

Matchett didn't steal verdiant's
genome blueprint

so he could release it publicly.

He needed it to identify its weaknesses

and design a virus
tailor-made to destroy it.

He wants to sabotage their gmo crop?

90% of all corn grown in America
is genetically modified.

Verdiant is the largest producer of it.

In fact, this one strain is
planted all over the world.

If this virus gets out, it will spread fast.

How fast?

It would cross state lines in weeks,
maybe even days.

Within months, it would migrate overseas.

If matchett unleashes this virus,

we could have a global
food crisis on our hands.

We've got about 90%,
but I'm not sure it's readable.

We'd probably need help accessing

the data without a complete download.

How the hell did ressler... I called him.

While you were in the store.

Why would you do that?
I told him to back off

because I thought if he was
interested in the truth...

Ressler's a law-enforcement robot.
The FBI winds him up.

That's not true. He's a person.
He's a good person.

Look at me. You need to let that go, lizzy.

I have survived for a very long time now.

And I assure you, i didn't do it

by relying on the goodness in people.

We should go. I'll check the parking lot,
find us a new ride.

Meet me out front in a minute.

Yes, sir.

That was Gordon Pierce at verdiant.

You know that lawsuit against Eli matchett?

Yeah, what about it?

Matchett didn't just lose
his farm because of it.

After the bank foreclosed,

verdiant purchased his
property in a short sale.

In fact, they bought out several
other places in that area

and turned them into one
large industrial farm.

Verdiant's growing gmo corn on the

very land that matchett grew up on.

You think that's where he
plans to unleash the virus?

I think we just found ourselves ground zero.

Must be my lucky day.

Drop your gun!

Can't do that.

Raymond reddington.

You got any idea how many
people want to see you dead?

Some idea, yes.

And you.

You're the girl on the news.

The Russian.

You seem like an intuitive guy.

At least intuitive enough to know
when you're in over your head.

So, whichever low-life you're working for,

he's gonna have to wait to get his revenge.

Set it down.

911. What's your emergency?

What's your location? We have to leave.

We can't. We're in the middle of nowhere.

He'll be dead by the time
the ambulance gets here.

I'm not leaving him.

Pockets.

Help! We need help here!

Single shot to the chest! He's breathing,
but barely any pulse!

About 15 minutes ago!

Hey.

Hey!

Yes, but send two more units to ash and 3rd.

We're five minutes out.

No visual on matchett yet.

But state police have locked up

all roads leading into
the verdiant property.

Reddington was on a ship bound for freedom,

and he turns it around to
come back here. For verdiant.

Does he really think that
taking these guys out

is gonna get him closer
to clearing keen's name?

Do you think he has a family?

Lizzy.

He's gonna die. Don't.

You saw that hospital?

They wouldn't have a
thoracic surgeon on call,

they'd have to medevac him
to a different county.

You're right.

Thoracic surgeons would be
very rare in Fairfield, Iowa.

What does that tell you? Focus.

Who else would be rare in Fairfield?

A virologist who specializes in gmos.

So, where did Eli matchett find one?

The documents we got from costa,

the ones he stole from verdiant,

they were talking about a special
development project, Genesis.

And Eduardo, this morning
at the segadores farm?

He said verdiant was working on

some top secret R&D at a warehouse

in silver Ridge. What are you thinking?

That agent ressler may
be of some use after all.

Possible suspect sighting, stand by.

Suspect sighted! Headed north!

Head him off!

You boys about finished?

He's all yours.

- Ressler.
- I just received a cache

of internal research
documents from verdiant.

Definitely not the kind of
stuff they'd want out there.

You got them how? Where did they come from?

That's the crazy part. They came in on
the fax hard-line.

I think from agent keen.

I think she wants us to search
a verdiant warehouse in
silver Ridge.

Why? Are you sitting down?

Because you're not gonna believe this.

I don't understand. What's the delay?

Well, what exactly do you know?

That's unacceptable. Get me an update.

My god. You're Raymond reddington.

And you're Susan Hanover.

Chief technology officer
at verdiant industries.

And corporate shill for the cabal.

Come on. Why don't we let the boy play?

I have some bad news, Susan.

The virus you helped Eli matchett
create has been contained.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I think you do.

See, I thought Eli matchett
was verdiant's greatest enemy.

I assumed he left los segadores

because he wanted to be even more radical.

But that's not true, is it, Susan?

The truth is, he was
co-opted by your company.

You paid him to attack that facility.

You wanted him to steal that data.

That's outrageous.

Well, we certainly agree on that.

You provided him with everything he needed,

including the scientist
who synthesized the virus.

Okay. That's enough. Sit down, Susan.

Let's not make a scene in front of the boy.

This virus you're talking about,

why would we do that?
Why destroy our own product?

Perhaps you were willing
to create this disease

because you already possess the cure.

It's ingenious. Hire a mad man to

unleash a catastrophic threat,

and then wait just long
enough for the world to panic.

Why would we do that?

For the money, Susan.

So, you and your company
could come rushing in

with a new product at the perfect time.

A seed immune to the devastating scourge,

and available, of course,
at a much higher price.

You can't prove that.

Oh, but I can.

I know about the Genesis project.

By now, so do the FBI.

At the risk of sounding immodest,

I'm on their most wanted list.

Number one with a bullet.
They came here looking for me.

Unfortunately for you, what they found were

dozens of internal verdiant documents,
which will lead them

to your warehouse in silver Ridge.

And I don't need to tell you
what they'll find inside.

A stockpile of new seed,

waiting to be sold to a desperate

world on the verge of calamity.

You would have made a fortune

and looked like heroes in the process.

I knew matchett was a mistake.

Never met the man.

Wouldn't judge him too harshly, though.

He seized his chance to terrify the world,

shine one glorious spotlight
on the dangers of planting

the same seed in fields all over the globe.

Progress. It's a bitch.

What do you want?

I came here to ask you to deliver

a message to your friend, the director.

This is only the beginning,

and I won't stop until
his own people realize

that their only way forward
is to exonerate Elizabeth keen

and to leave the director to me.

Please, tell him I'm coming.

The verdiant arrest
warrants are coming through.

They're being executed now.

There's something else. We just got word.

Liz shot an undercover cop earlier today.

What?

What happened?

I'm not sure. The details
are still coming in.

But it does look like
the guy's gonna make it.

I shot a cop.

Yes, you did.

And killed the Attorney
General of the United States.

Yes.

And when you did that,
you crossed a threshold.

Leaving your world, entering mine.

Bad things are going to find you now, lizzy.

This life

has a mind and a momentum of its own.

That's a reality you need to accept.

Bad things happen to good people.

Am I a good person?
I'm not so sure any more.

I'm sure.

Reddington obviously thinks that

he can take the fight to the cabal.

But look what happened.
This time, keen shot a cop.

And next time, she's gonna
be the one getting hurt.

You know, I've watched you run
the task force all this time

and I don't think i ever
appreciated how damn hard it was.

I'll deny it if you ever repeat it,

but there wasn't a day when I
didn't feel i was in over my head.

You should trust your instincts,
agent ressler. I do.

Tom keen came out of the woodwork.

Keen?

Does he know something?

No. He just wants to help.

And did you take it?

What, you kidding? That guy's a liability.

Yes.

And a loose Cannon who'd shoot

a guilty man in the back to
prevent him from escaping.

But in a case like this,
there can be a place for a man like that.

Are you telling me to trust my instincts?

My instincts were telling
me to stay as far away

from tom keen as possible.

You know what? You're right.

You should trust your gut, not mine.

After all, look where my instincts got me.

You're a good agent, Donald.
You made the right call.

Red, yeah, hey, it's me.

It's about dembe. We got a problem.

I think he's been taken.

The price of silence.

We're going to die in here.

Thank you.

In case you get tired of waiting.

What would you do to help Elizabeth keen?

How did you find...

What would you do to help her?

Anything.

I don't trust you.
I certainly don't like you.

You are a liar, a thief and a murderer,

which is exactly why
you're perfect for the job.

What job?