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Merriam!

Damnit.

Merriam!

Rosa, where's Merriam?

You okay, Mr. Bob?

I'm not okay. I need my inhaler.

- What's going on?
- He's having trouble again.

I don't know what the hell's wrong.
I can't get my breath.

- Is it your chest?
- Rosa, I found another one.

It's that feeling again,
that damn scratching, like my breath...

I feel...

I can't...

- Oh, no!
- Bob!

Respiratory distress.
Obstruction of the airway.

- Anaphylaxis?
- No allergies.

Wife said he was ill
with shortness of breath.

Tell OR 8 we're on our way.

- Nasotracheal intubation?
- We don't have time. Establish an airway.

SpO2 approaching 80 percent.

Open his cricothyroid.
Avoid his cervical spine.

Yesterday morning, a biotech-company
executive met a gruesome death.

Yeah. I'm not playing this game.

I'm giving you a case.

You're giving me a lead for you,

so that you can keep on doing
whatever it is you're doing.

I'm picking a jury of my peers.

Wouldn't that be a colorful lot?

You gave us The Pharmacist, so that
Dembe could get five minutes with him.

You asked for a psych eval,
so you'd be sent to a mental-health facility

where someone you needed
to see was a patient.

If you're accusing me
of using the task force

to assist me in avoiding
the hangman's noose, guilty as charged.

I want to help you, but I can't
if you don't tell me what it is you're doing.

I'm fighting for my life.
And you are helping more than you know.

Why can't you just be honest with me?

You remind me
so much of your mother.

I don't remember if I've ever
told you that before, have I?

There are a lot of things
you haven't told me.

I'm here because someone betrayed me,
someone close.

Under the circumstances,
it's hard to know who to trust.

Okay. Tell me about the case.

What do you know about
entomological warfare?

For over a thousand years, human beings
have been weaponizing insects.

In the 12th century, wasps nests
were catapulted into enemy towns.

During the Cold War, the Pentagon
developed plans to produce

a hundred million yellow-fever-infected
mosquitoes per month.

And the most notorious
Japanese war criminal

in World War II was General Shiro,

who bred
bubonic-plague-carrying insects

that killed tens of thousands
of Chinese.

Did Red give you a case
or a history lesson?

Both. A year ago, a patent attorney
was found suffocated in his office.

Why? An infestation of deadly beetles
had eaten the lining of his lungs.

Six months ago,
it was a chemical manufacturer's turn.

Yesterday,
the head of a biotech company.

Eaten from the inside by beetles.

Apparently.
And according to Reddington,

they were put there
by a modern-day General Shiro.

Am I right in assuming this case
has something to do with his defense?

Yes, he wouldn't tell me.

Our deal with Reddington has been
invalidated. He stands accused of treason.

Is this your reminder that by working
with him, we may be aiding and abetting?

It's a possibility, especially if we pursue
cases in which his agenda is obscure.

We're in, if that's what you're asking.

Samar, Aram,
look into what connects the victims.

The man who died yesterday...

Bob Lockemy,
founder of Lockemy Technology.

Go to the M.E. See what he can tell you
about the insects that killed him.

We agree with Mr. Reddington.

Jury questionnaires can be sent
to potential jurors prior to jury selection.

But he wants to ask 382 questions,
most of which require essay answers.

It'd take jurors days to complete.

I'm sorry if you find the process
of selecting a fair jury

to be inconvenient, Mr. Sima.

But you are trying to kill me
for a crime I didn't commit.

The problem is not inconvenience.
It's relevance. Example:

Question 133, I quote, "Compare
and contrast the role of memory

in the works of Proust and Dickens,
with examples."

How can I judge one's character if I don't
know their views on great literature?

- This is absurd.
- In case you haven't read a newspaper,

all of our lives are playing out
in the theater of the absurd these days.

Your Honor, I believe
the prosecution wants to intentionally

dumb down the jury questionnaire
because he wants to attract dumb jurors.

Because Mr. Sima wants a jury
of unsophisticated, unthinking sheep

who will blindly convict me of treason
out of some misguided notion

that it's the patriotic thing to do.

I, on the other hand, want astute jurors,

people who can understand the
complicated evidence I plan to present,

capable of evaluating not only my
motives but those of the government.

- The literature question is stricken.
- Excellent.

That sort of bias will only
aid in my appeal

should the government win
this round of play.

We also object to question 134, "Who is
your favorite classical composer?"

Okay, I will not be judged
by anyone who likes Schumann.

I refuse to be sent to my death
by philistines.

I love Schumann.

"Fantasie in C Major" was played
at my mother's funeral this past summer.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Mr. Reddington,
40 questions should be sufficient.

No essays, keep it simple,
and don't waste my time.

Dr. Maguire, thanks for meeting with us.
So, what do you have?

It appears that your victim suffocated.

On insects?

Best I could tell, some water beetle.
They're scavengers and fierce predators.

But what I don't understand

is how the larva were able to survive in
digestive enzymes and stomach acids.

I thought you said he suffocated.

That is the cause of death.
But I found larval remnants

in his stomach wall and digestive tract.
He may have ingested them.

These creatures were literally feeding
on him, eating from the inside out.

My guess is that they migrated
into his bronchial tubes and lungs.

And the incision in the neck, well,
that simply provided an escape hatch.

Just a guess. I'm not an expert.
You should talk to an entomologist.

Know anyone you can recommend?

Not personally, but I do know
that Dr. Jonathan Nikkila,

he worked at the same company
as your victim.

If there's anyone who can help you find
the person who did this, I'm sure he can.

"The government wouldn't spend
the time charging someone with treason

if they were innocent."

"Innocent" is misspelled, by the way.

And the apostrophe is misplaced
in "wouldn't."

None of these answers instill me
with great confidence in our jury pool.

We'll find the right people.

Thanks.

Why is it that spiritual advisers
such as yourself

are always so insistently optimistic?

Once I'd like to hear
a man of the cloth say, "Yep, this sucks."

Dembe, we need a juror I can count on.

One person capable of convincing
the others to vote not guilty.

The jurors are chosen randomly.

Yes, from the registered voter logs, the
IRS and Department of Motor Vehicles.

Fortunately,
we have a friend at the DMV.

Dembe. Come in.

Good to see you, old friend.

I'd shake, but I got sandwich hands.

Thank you for seeing me.

No sweat. Anything for you and
the old man. How's he holding up?

- It's not good.
- Is it the food?

Gulping down government cheese
and dishwater stew.

It's enough to make a man
want to go vegan.

We have a situation
you may be able to help us with.

It's the jury pool. Raymond needs
people agreeable to him.

I could go to jail for that.

If he's found guilty,
they'll try and put him to death.

When you say it like that.

You have access to the voter logs
via the DMV records.

Raymond needs to know
if you can access the logs,

put a friend on the panel.

Can you make that happen?

I've got friends.

Little Robbie Funkhauser
in the Big Apple office.

There's Yaling in I.T.,
who carries a bit of a torch for me.

Let me poke around,
see what I can do.

- Do it quietly.
- Don't worry about me, Dembe?

This is just "between friends."

Tell the big man to hang in there.

Old Jelly Bean's got his back.

Cheers.

Thank you for helping us.

Of course. Bob was like a mentor
to me. I am devastated by the news.

Did you have a chance to look at
what the ME sent over?

I have, and it's terrifying.

You are looking at
a genetically-modified version

of a predacious diving beetle
known as the Dytiscidae.

- "Predacious"?
- Predatory.

There are over 4000 types
of carnivorous beetles.

- But none that prey on humans.
- Not naturally, no.

But nothing about what happened
was natural.

The gestation period of the Dytiscidae
is at least a week.

There's no reason the larvae
should've survived inside his body

for that long after
the eggs had hatched.

That's what the medical examiner
said happened.

I can't explain it. All I know is that
someone made alterations.

Those are its jaws.

By my math,
they are four times normal size.

Talk about weaponized.

But why go to the trouble
to make a super bug?

I mean, there are easier ways
to kill people.

Well, not if you want to be ironic.
He sent a bug to kill a bug killer.

Lockemy Technologies
made pesticides.

Powerful ones like Hexapene,
which I developed when I worked there.

It was designed for use
after natural disasters like hurricanes

when the waters left behind could breed
potentially disease-infected insects.

Some thought it was too powerful, so
it was not approved for commercial use.

But I still got death threats.

- For killing diseased bugs?
- You sound very rational.

In the environmental world,
that thinking is in short supply.

Someone from the environmental
community targeted Lockemy.

I was a lowly technician. Bob was CEO.
If I got death threats, I'm sure he did.

We believe our killer fashions himself
as a latter-day General Shiro.

Does that mean anything to you?

General Shiro was a war criminal.

But his knowledge of how to weaponize
the insect world was so great

that instead of executing him,

the Allies hired him to teach us
how to wage a bio war.

If the man you are looking for
fashions himself after Shiro,

it means to get his point across,

he doesn't care
how many people he kills.

Hexapene is what connects
the three victims.

Lockemy ran the company
that developed it.

Steiner was the attorney
he hired to patent it.

Helfrich was the chemist
he used to manufacture the pesticide.

Hexapene wasn't approved
for commercial use.

Not yet. But according to SEC filing,

Lockemy was lobbying
Congress and the FDA for approval.

And now someone's killed everyone
involved in making that happen.

I got something.
This is Lockemy's calendar.

Business meetings, speeches,
lunches he'd scheduled,

including one a week ago
with Dick Kendel.

- Wait. The clean-air guy?
- The clean-air guy, the clean-water guy.

In the environmental community,
he is the guy.

His current crusade? Leading the fight
to ban pesticides like Hexapene.

Kendel is a lobbyist.
Maybe he had lunch with Lockemy

so he could change his mind.

Maybe, but he did have
lunch with him a week ago.

- So?
- So Dr. Nikkila told us

the gestation period
for these bugs is a week.

A week ago, our killer found
a way to get Lockemy

to eat or drink their way
into his system.

What better way to do that
than at lunch on K Street?

Find Kendel. Bring him in. Looks like
we found our latter-day General Shiro.

What about this broad?
Fay Macmannis.

She's a registered Libertarian.
They're "hear no evil, see no evil."

Put her in the maybe pile.
What about Marlene Sucha?

Carnegie Hill address.
Salmon-pants territory.

Blue blazers, family crests,
tres law and order. Pass.

- What?
- I was thinking

with your access
to the big man's finances...

You know, never mind. Bad idea.

What's a bad idea?

Doesn't matter. It's stupid.

What if we leave him?

- Leave who?
- Reddington. I mean, let him rot.

With your access to his money
and my connections,

we could clean him out, vanish.

- That's a terrible idea.
- Unless it's not.

We let him think we tried, did everything
we could, but it didn't work.

Reddington takes a ride
on the pale horse.

We abscond with the dough,
50-50 split, 40-60.

Whatever you think is fair.
Point is, you and I are great together.

You can feel that. I know you can.

Like brothers from another mother.
The White Stripes. The Black Keys.

African American

Dembe, you and I could
do great things together.

I'm screwing with you.
You think I'm nuts? He'd kill us both.

You should've seen your face.

We have to find someone.

Yeah, yeah, after lunch. I am starving.

Dying for one of those teriyaki bowls,
extra cabbage. Want one?

- Didn't you just eat?
- Don't worry.

We'll figure it out.
Unless you want to let the old man rot.

I'm only kidding, but not really.
Either way, think about it.

I'll get an extra teriyaki bowl.
You'll thank me later.

Mr. Kendel, FBI. Open up, please.

Do you hear that?

- What is that?
- I don't hear anything.

Mr. Kendel?

Hello?

Maybe we're too late.
Maybe he killed Lockemy and fled.

Maybe not.

Mr. Kendel?

So much for finding our killer.

This doesn't make any sense.

Lockemy, Steiner and Helfrich
lobbied to make Hexapene legal.

Kendel lobbied to keep it illegal.

Why would someone who kills people
because he hates pesticides

kill someone who hates pesticides?

- Time of death?
- Both died within an hour of each other.

So we thought Kendel
poisoned Lockemy at lunch.

- But someone else poisoned them both.
- We'll worry about why later.

Right now, all that matters is who.
Our only lead is the restaurant.

Get there. See what you can find.

Written answers having been given,
we will proceed to in-person interviews.

Given this is a death-penalty case,
each side has 20 peremptory challenges.

Does defense counsel understand
the nature of such challenges?

Yes. By the time the jury is seated,
there won't be a Schumann lover.

This should be fun.

Treason is pissing on our flag,
going against our own people.

Anybody who does that deserves to die.
I'd pull the trigger myself.

We'll keep you in mind for that.

You're a professor
of criminal psychology.

Are you confident you could be
impartial in assessing evidence?

I am. In fact, I have been before.

My sister was the victim
of a violent crime.

- I'm a veteran. Two tours in Iraq.
- Thank you for your service.

If a man's broken a law,
he's broken a law. Ain't no way around it.

It's why we got laws.

But you could bring back a verdict
without fear or prejudice?

Of course, yes.

- I'd ask this juror be dismissed for cause.
- Grounds?

A member of her family
was victimized by crime.

I think it's reasonable to question
her ability to be impartial.

- She said she could be fair-minded.
- I'm sure she believes that.

Your motion
to strike for cause is denied.

If you have concerns, you can use
one of the few peremptory strikes.

- No, thank you.
- It's simple. If more were executed,

the death penalty would work
the way it should,

and criminals might think twice.

I'd give a dozen strikes
to dismiss this juror.

I put my life on the line to defend this
country. Friends of mine have died for it.

If this guy's guilty of betraying the U.S.,
capital punishment is appropriate.

- I move to strike for cause.
- Because he's a veteran?

No, because
he already thinks I'm guilty.

- "If" you're guilty.
- How long have I been with ACLU?

Twenty-eight years.
I'm a card-carrying member.

- Would you care to see the card?
- That won't be necessary.

- This is acceptable to the defense.
- Not the prosecution.

- Peremptory strike.
- Move to strike.

- Please strike.
- Strike.

I detest political correctness, conventional
wisdom, or government intrusion.

Do you believe the rule of law?

The best and the brightest should rule,
not the law.

The defense accepts
and welcomes this juror.

Move to strike.

So you like pugs.

No, I love pugs.

Even with all the scratching and the
wheezing, drooling and the gassiness?

That is a myth. Pugs don't suffer...

I think you love them because they
suffer. Or perhaps because you suffer.

This is jury selection,
not group therapy.

This juror favors the death penalty
and her husband was a cop.

With all due respect, she certainly
qualifies as an obvious dismissal.

I'm aware. I'm also aware that
you are out of peremptory challenges.

You may strike subsequent jurors
for good cause only.

And loving pugs isn't cause.

Oh, well, you see, but it is.
It's cause for hope.

Only people with
a healthy dose of empathy

are capable of caring
for beasts with such deficits.

- Did you call my pugs "beasts"?
- That's what some see.

You see something else.

I know what I see and I don't like it.

Give it time. I've been known
to wheeze and scratch.

I prefer not to discuss
the drool and the flatulence.

This juror is acceptable to the defense.

Good to know. I'm seating her.
Ma'am, you may be excused.

Call the next juror.

Okay, here I am. Ready to serve.

Okay, who's got questions?

Your Honor, we've been at this
for several hours now.

Might we take our midmorning break?
I'm feeling a little unwell.

- Just 15 minutes till I get my legs back.
- Very well.

We shall be in recess.

Poisoned? While eating here?

- We believe so, yes.
- They had lunch here a week ago.

I don't remember them.
But there was an incident in the kitchen.

- What incident?
- A stranger wandered in.

One of the busboys followed him out.

Nothing was taken,
so I didn't give it thought.

Is the busboy here?
We'd like to speak to him.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

He may be able to ID the killer.

I want to cooperate with you,
and I'm sure he does too,

but you're with the FBI and he's...

Undocumented.

And in the current climate,

people are reluctant to talk to
law enforcement, even about murder.

We're not looking to report anyone.
We're just looking for some answers.

Me llamo Aram.

Yeah, that's the extent of my Spanish.
It was a first period in high school.

And I've never really been
much of a morning person. Right.

Okay.

Here's the thing:

My parents were refugees.

Agent Navabi
was a political refugee herself.

Tell him that
we both believe in amnesty.

And that we'll go as soon
as he tells us what he knows.

He saw a man in the kitchen.

He asked him what he's doing here.
And he took off.

He chased him down the block.

Where he saw him get into a taxi
in front of Hotel Macon.

Thank you.

- We both feel that way?
- Well, I wanted him to feel comfortable.

I didn't think trying to convince him you're
a lovable Zionist was the way to do it.

Agents Navabi and Mojtabai, FBI.
We need to speak with head of security

about surveillance footage
you have of the cab stand.

- The plate on the cab is yours.
- My cab, my crazy passenger.

- You remember him?
- Sure.

Guy jumps in, tells me this story about
being chased by a jealous husband

and that I should drive as fast as I can.

Drive where?

FBI!

Cover your heads. FBI!

FBI!

Door.

Clear.

Room clear.

This is disturbing.

- What is it?
- Beetle larva.

All has probably
been genetically modified.

- How much to kill someone?
- A thimble-full, if that.

Looks like he plans to kill again.

Yeah, it does. Again and again.

And again.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Glen? Honestly. Glen?

We only found three names.

If it isn't bad enough, now my fate rests
in the hands of Jelly Bean Carter.

- This is him.
- I'm not talking to him.

Raymond, you're operating in the dark.
See what he knows.

What are you doing here?
Where are the people I asked for?

I couldn't risk putting your fate
in the hands of strangers.

Strange...?

Glen, Dembe gave you
specific instructions.

- I can do this, boss. Trust me.
- Don't call me "boss." You cannot do this.

You want to second-guess me,
go right ahead.

Haters gonna hate.
That's what they do.

- I don't know what that means.
- I won't let you down.

Not today, not tomorrow,
not no how, not no way.

And that, my friend,
is the name of that tune.

I might as well just ask the judge
to let me go lie down in traffic.

Mr. Carter, have you followed any of
the media coverage regarding this case?

News? Never watch it. I like the show
with those ladies. You know, the wives?

Social media?

Bullies and porn.
Don't care for one, don't need the other.

- Ever heard of Raymond Reddington?
- Can't say I have.

Have you formed an opinion of
the defendant's guilt or innocence?

Knew a Fred Reddington once.
Had four nipples.

As fascinating as that may be,
just answer the question.

I don't judge a book by its cover.

What is your feeling
about the death penalty?

I get prejudged plenty.
I try not to return the favor.

If you were asked to impose...

Guess you could say I'm not unlike
that blindfolded beauty, Dame Justice,

up there in her silky robe.

No bias, no prejudice.
I don't discriminate.

Or follow simple instructions.

Except against cats. I hate cats.
Besides that, I'm good.

I'm sorry. What was your question?

Exactly. Move to dismiss the juror.

On what grounds?
That he's open-minded?

That the abuse
that's been heaped upon him

as a result of his decidedly
unpleasant personality

has made him reluctant to do unto others
as they have so often done unto him?

This isn't a popularity contest.

Mr. Sima's dismissiveness is, I'm sure,
an all too familiar event in this man's life.

He's odd and annoying and
clearly incapable of following instruction.

It's safe to say
that even those who know him best,

especially those who know him best,

probably hold him in
remarkably low regard.

But the lamentable characteristics
that make him an outcast

are the very ones that make him
perfectly suited to sit on this jury.

Beholden to no one
because no one likes him.

Capable of making up his own mind

because he's incapable
of listening to anyone else.

He is an outcast,
maybe even deservedly so.

But if he's able to administer
blind justice in this case,

I think we should give him
a chance with the blindfold.

Whatever justice this juror
may have been intending to administer

will hardly be blind after defense
counsel's remarks on his behalf.

I'm not sure he was damning with faint
praise or praising with faint damnation.

If the juror insists he's impartial,
I'm inclined to take him at his word.

So I made the cut.

You did. Thank you
in advance for your service.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

And may I say, unlike my last judge,
you are a tall drink of water.

Your last judge? You said
you hadn't served on a jury before.

I wasn't on the jury. I was the defendant.
I won 100K at a craps table in Reno.

Casino took me to court for sliding dice.

And did you slide dice?

- Six boxcars in a row.
- So you're a convicted felon?

Or a parable for our times,
the common man,

forced to do something uncommon
to make ends meet.

I bought a sweet condo, that's for sure.

Mr. Reddington, as moving as your
boundless empathy for this man may be,

a convicted felon may not serve on a jury.
You're dismissed.

For what? Leveling the playing field?
Odds of rolling a pair of sixes is 36 to 1.

House only pays 31 to 1
and you think I'm the crook here?

What about a jury of his peers, huh?

You can't have
a bunch of pocket protectors.

This is Raymond Reddington
we're talking about.

- I thought you didn't know who he was.
- I don't. Not in a biblical sense.

That's not how I roll.

Mr. Carter,
you should roll on out of here.

We had it wrong about Lockemy
and Kendel being on opposite sides.

They both wanted
to legalize Hexapene.

Files from the Blacklister's lab
indicate that Lockemy paid Kendel

to support legislation
being considered by Congress.

Paid his organization $3 million
to do an independent analysis.

For that money,
hard to stay independent.

Have you been able
to ID the Blacklister?

Not yet. We've looked through
the tax records on the property.

But it's owned by a holding company.
TAC team's on site. He hasn't showed.

Kendel sold out and paid with his life.

Lockemy, Steiner and Helfrich
were killed for being true believers.

Dr. Nikkila's not only a true believer.
He invented Hexapene.

Reach out to him.

Get him a security detail and somebody
to monitor what he eats and drinks.

We also found a press release
that Kendel's organization

was scheduled to release today
in support of Hexapene.

Why today?
Press releases are tied to a news event.

The legislation that Congress
is considering to legalize Hexapene,

the Committee on Energy and
Commerce is holding a hearing today.

And the Blacklister had the date
circled in his calendar.

We're on our way.

- We found Dr. Nikkila.
- That's a relief.

Not where we found him.

The hearing you're on your way to,
Dr. Nikkila is the witness.

We've contacted Capitol Police,
but don't have a description of the unsub.

Are they willing to postpone?

Shut down Capitol Hill over a
toxic beetle larva? It's not gonna happen.

Have you reached out to Nikkila?

He's not answering. We've left
messages, phone and text.

This man will strike again
at the hearing.

- When does it start?
- Five minutes ago.

Good morning.
My name is Dr. Jonathan Nikkila.

I want to begin by thanking you
for inviting me to testify.

I am confident that
before the hearing concludes,

you will agree with me that the question
of whether or not to legalize Hexapene

is, quite literally,
a matter of life and death.

Yes, I personally developed
the pesticide in question, Hexapene.

So I can vouch for its efficacy.

There are environmentalists
who worry about its effect on people.

It's true that like all pesticides, Hexapene
can have negative effects on humans.

But that is not really the point.

Harm to humans isn't the...

I'm sorry. I was asking
isn't harm to humans the whole point?

Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI.

Talbert, Capitol Police.
We spoke. EMT's en route.

Dr. Nikkila. Can you take us to him?

The real threat Hexapene poses
is to the insects, not humans.

It decimates insect populations.

Not just the insects it targets,
all insects.

It is not the only one.

Pesticides are causing cataclysmic
die-offs of insects throughout the world.

It is not just honeybees.

I think we're getting off topic. The issue
is the harm caused to humans.

Our land can live
without humans, thrive even.

The Earth dies without insects.
No pollination, no crops, no food.

No way to remove rotting flesh,
dead vegetation.

Without insects, the Earth will
become a deep, dark graveyard

because we killed off
its most important inhabitants.

In that case, why didn't you protest the
making of Hexapene in the first place?

Because I trusted my colleagues.

I was assured Hexapene would only be
used in the wake of a natural disaster.

But I found out
Mr. Lockemy misled me.

He intended to sell Hexapene
everywhere and lobbying you to allow it.

I begged him to reconsider.

He thought I was being hysterical,
but I felt and feel

that people who poison the planet
present a danger that must be eliminated

as an act of global self-defense
and justice.

That, sir, is why
you cannot stop coughing.

You have been poisoned.

- Not by me, but by the insects.
- What is he talking about?

- Did he say "poisoned"?
- Genetically-modified Dytiscidaes.

Predacious diving beetles,
and they have been growing inside you

since I dosed your wine at Ruby's.

By now, they have hatched and are
trying to escape via your airways.

Security, detain Mr. Nikkila.

You don't need security.
You need an ambulance.

This cause needs attention, which is
exactly what you are going to give us.

- Jonathan Nikkila.
- These people are poisoning the planet.

The insects can save us.

You're under arrest.

You were on the jury. You'd been picked.
All you had to do was stop talking.

What do you want me to say? I've never
been picked for anything before.

It went to my head. I'm not
the one that said hurtful things there.

No, what you said was
catastrophically stupid.

"Unpleasant personality,
odd, annoying,

beholden to no one because no one likes
him." You cut me, man. You cut me bad.

I cut you?

Without an apology,
I don't know where we go from here.

I'm sorry.

Dude, I'm messing with you. Being odd
and annoying's my stock and trade.

So tell me,
what's the contingency plan?

You were, Glen.

This sucks.

On second thought,
I prefer insistent optimism.

We've been through worse.

The Nkana mine explosion in Zambia.

The typhoon on the trawler.

Forty people, three life vests.

If we found our way out of those,
we can find our way out of this one.

The case I gave the task force,
have they identified General Shiro?

Yes. His name is Dr. Jonathan Nikkila.

I need you to get into his lab,
get to his files.

What am I looking for?

An address for my
get-out-of-jail-free card.

I believe Nikkila must have sent him
some of his toxic bug juice.

And without Glen,
he is the last rabbit in my hat.

The only way out of this situation
is to find him.

And the way to find him
is somewhere in Nikkila's lab.

- If there's an address, I'll find it.
- Thank you.

I don't care if it's insistent optimism or
false hope. At this point, I'll take either.

The jury has been picked.

- And?
- Raymond is in trouble. He needs help.

What can I do?

Take me to Dr. Nikkila's lab.

And give you five minutes alone with him
like I gave you with The Pharmacist?

- It's important.
- It's also a sealed crime scene.

Then you need to unseal it.

You should know that Robert Carson,
the committee chair,

passed away an hour ago.

You really don't understand
the scientific process.

There's no biological benefit to revenge.
None of those people were my victims.

- They were my experiments.
- For what?

The insects. My crime was
to create a pesticide that kills them off.

Least I could do
was help them fight back

by giving them tools and traits
they need to survive.

But I had to test it, verify.

I needed to prove my hypothesis
that insects could fight back.

And my six experiments
proved that they could.

You modified the insects, took traits from
different species to make them lethal.

That will be my legacy.

I will not be remembered as a destroyer
of their world but their savior.

You said "six experiments."

Lockemy, Steiner, Helfrich, Kendel,
the congressman. Who was the sixth?

Call an ambulance.
Did you hear me? Call a medic now.

You knew you would get caught, but you
don't care. You're not going to prison.

- You hear me? Get a medic in here!
- Paramedics are on their way.

That's okay. Tell them not to rush.

You can leave for this part if that would
make you more comfortable...

What a nice surprise.

If I'd known you were coming,
I would've baked a cake.

Don't suppose you have one on you?
Perhaps with a file or a blowtorch in it?

- No such luck, I'm afraid.
- Ah, pity.

It's not a blowtorch, but I thought
it might calm the nerves.

Grab a chair.

I was thinking earlier about the time
Dembe and I were on a trawler

that capsized during a typhoon
off the Philippines.

We were running guns to
the Moro Islamic Liberation Front.

It's interesting.

How you always seem
to side with the underdog.

I find desperation pays well.

The overdog always pays better.

The boat was too full to begin with,
so when the storm caught up with us,

we didn't stand a chance.

Of the 40 people on board,
24 were lost right away.

Another 11 didn't last the night.

No life raft. The militia leaders
took the three available life vests.

Leaving you and Dembe.
How did you survive?

I didn't.

I drowned that night.

I saw the other side.

It was...

so...

different.

And then I was back.

How he did it.

Found a wooden door, held me to it,

pounded the water out of my lungs
and the life back in.

Dembe saved my life that night.

Dembe's always saved my life.

- Did you find what you came for?
- I did. Thank you, Elizabeth.

He said I reminded him of my mother.

That's what he said when I asked him
why he gave us this case.

He's right.

You remind me of her too.

You know everything, don't you?

Everything about him.

All the answers I'm looking for.

I do.

Do you and each of you solemnly swear
that you will well and truly try

and a deliverance make
between the United States

and Raymond Reddington a true verdict
rendered according to the evidence,

so help you God?

I do.

With the jury in place, trial is set to
commence Tuesday morning at 8 a.m.

I will see you all then.

That's a smug little grin.

I've been a prosecutor for 18 years.
I have empaneled over 300 juries.

It's usually a flip of a coin which way
they're gonna lean. But this group...

This is a two-headed coin, my friend.
Your fate is sealed.

We'll see about that.

I respect the false confidence, but you
and I know you're a dead man walking.