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It's time to bring NSA surveillance state
to an end.

FISA courts are rubber stamped...

...to trample on
your Fourth Amendment right to privacy.

-Sorry.
-Oh, no, no, no.

-You all right?
-My fault.

"Kill the Patriot Act."
It's never gonna happen.

-The best we can hope for is--
-Fix section 215. I know.

Hyperbole piques their interest,
then go in for the kill.

-We could use more petitions like this.
-Oh, thank you.

Your involvement means more
than you know.

Yes. We've achieved customization.

Initiate phase two.

Did you know that this diner...

...claims to have the third
best cup of coffee in D.C.

Look, last night, me coming
by your place like that and....

Liz, I want to say something.

Don't, please.

Can't you just tell me about your boat?
I mean, whatever the other thing is...

...I'm sure that it's probably best for
both of us if you just keep it to yourself.

-I'm sorry. I just wanna say I'm sorry.
-Tom, we're way past that.

I know, but I'm not asking
for your forgiveness.

I just want to apologize because
I should have done it a long time ago.

What's the catch?

There's no catch.

It's just a little hope.

Hope?

That we'll just work through
this screwed-up situation we're in...

-...and go back to playing house?
-All right, dream scenario.

We finish our coffee, we hop on my boat,
we leave, okay? We never look back.

Preferably, we take our clothes off
at some point.

-Be serious.
-I am trying to be.

That's insane.
I don't know you, not the real you.

The fact that you think
I'm gonna run away...

...means that you don't know me at all,
either.

You must be the toast,
bacon extra crispy, tea, 2 percent.

Thank you.

I thought you'd be hungry.

-Just because I'm eating--
-I know the whole naked boat thing...

...is a little unrealistic,
but we both need to start over, right?

You and me. The real me, not....

The neo-Nazi?

-Because that doesn't really do it for me.
-That's fair.

-Reddington.
-Don't.

-Tom.
-Try calling me Jacob.

I have to go.

I know you think he knows something,
but I wouldn't bet the double-wide.

My guess?
The boy don't know doodle.

Oh, the boy knows more than doodle,
Brimley.

I've received information from my sources
confirming that Karakurt is in country.

I'm gonna need a bag of dry ice
and 5 feet of vinyl garden hose.

That poor fellow's an aide
at the Russian consulate...

...and a loyal errand boy for the Cabal.

I believe he's the one
who provided Karakurt with a go-bag...

-...upon his arrival in the States.
-There's something I wanna make clear.

Karakurt is known in the intelligence
community as the left hand of the SVR.

Not enough for you to tell me my mother
was KGB and I was born in Russia.

Truth, he works for the Cabal.
They smuggled him into America...

...because they know
if he commits an act of terror here...

...the government will blame Moscow.

My mother and father, who they are,
what happened in the fire...

-...I'm gonna find out the truth.
-I'm sure you will, Lizzy.

But listen to me.
The Cabal is orchestrating--

I get it. The Cabal is trying
to start another cold war...

...and an act of terror committed here
is step one in making that happen.

I am listening to what you are saying,
I know that it's important.

But it is no more important
than what I am telling you.

And I need you to listen to that.

There will be an attack
on an American defense installation...

...within a matter of days.

If I'm right, it'll be the first of many acts
of terror here and overseas...

...designed by the Cabal
to further their agenda.

We have to stop this man, Lizzy.

January, 2009, Stanislav Markelov,
a celebrated human rights lawyer...

...known for his criticism of the regime,
is gunned down in Moscow.

The Russians blamed neo-Nazi youth.

But German intelligence suggests
it was Karakurt...

...acting on orders from the SVR.

Four years later, Boris Berezovsky...

...another vocal critic of the regime,
was found dead of an alleged suicide.

Again, intelligence sources indicate
the death was staged by the Kremlin.

Is Reddington saying that the SVR
has sent a terrorist to America?

No, that's what the Cabal
wants us to think.

Whatever Karakurt was sent here
to do...

...the American government will believe
that it was on behalf of Russia.

It's a false-flag operation,
meant to strain relations.

Reddington said that Karakurt's target
was a defense installation.

-Did he identify which one?
-No, but I think he might have a lead.

-He's being tight-lipped about it.
-Why? We're trying to help him.

Reddington doesn't trust our security.

Thinks we've been bleeding information
since before the attempt on his life.

We're not waiting on Reddington.
I've already reached out to Langley...

...set up a consult with the CIA's Office
of Russian and European Analysis.

This Karakurt must be on their radar.
Find out what they know.

-Mr. Masik.
-How's it going? Marshall.

Donald Ressler. Elizabeth Keen.

That was Kilpatrick.
He's on his way down.

Man, you guys certainly got his attention.
Whole team's coming down to hear this.

Piece of advice: Kilpatrick's tough.
Do not take anything he says personal.

Let's go.
Everyone stop what you're doing.

It's our lucky day. The good people
of the FBI have decided to enlighten us.

Kilpatrick.
I spoke to Harold Cooper just now.

-He sent over a situation brief.
-Ressler.

We appreciate you guys
extending yourself.

Where'd you get your information?

A high-level informant.
One who's proven very reliable.

Karakurt.

Sure? Because you're talking to people
who run Russian counterintelligence...

...and we don't have one shred of
credible information that he's in country.

Well, that's why we're here, to share
our credible information with you.

We were hoping you'd do the same.

Look, you have your hooks
in the Russian community.

If their top assassin is here,
you can bet your badge we'd know it.

He's here.

We have reason to believe he's planning
an attack on defense installations soon.

If civilians die because you're bent out of
shape whether source was FBI or CIA....

-You asked for our assessment.
-No. We asked for your help.

If he's here, where does he go?
Who does he meet with?

He needs a place to stay, a vehicle.

-We'll ask around.
-Ask around? That's it?

Stars carved in the marble
at Langley...

...represent colleagues of ours
who died drawing intel on Karakurt.

Nobody wants him more than we do.

We'll look into your lead
and let you know.

Hey, guys, wait up.

Like I said, the guy's not exactly
the warm and fuzzy type.

-The guy's a prick.
-He's actually not.

Overworked, yeah.

Underappreciated, definitely.
Alcoholic, probably.

Killy's been working Russians
ever since they were Soviets.

What he doesn't know,
somebody he knows does.

The truth is,
we reviewed what you sent on Karakurt.

It's as much as we've gathered
since he came on the radar in '03.

You have nothing suggesting
that he's in the U.S.?

Nothing solid.

Kilpatrick has a CI
here in Washington.

Part of the Old Guard, hard-liner.

Owns a restaurant now...

...popular with some of
his ex-pat spy colleagues.

He recorded a conversation for us
last night.

Cryptic stuff.
We're not sure what it means yet.

-Might be Karakurt?
-Fits with some of what you're looking for.

-If you take this, didn't come from me.
-Thank you. We'll be in touch.

Hey, can you help me with something?

-Katarina Rostova, you heard of her?
-I don't know who that is...

...but I doubt very seriously
that that is Katarina Rostova.

I don't think there are photographs
of Katarina.

-Why do you say that?
-She's a myth.

Tall tales late at night
over vodka shots.

Probably an amalgamation of a half a
dozen unknown female Soviet operatives.

The Pinko Mata Hari.

Your CI works with the Old Guard.
Could you ask him about her?

If anybody knows anything
about Katarina Rostova, he will.

Send me a copy of your photo.

I'll see what I can do.

You were right to keep on him.

The boy was tighter than my first wife.

But I got an address.

All clear.

Ammonium nitrate.

He's constructed
some kind of ANFO IED.

He'll need a vehicle.

Hello?

-Hello.
-Hi.

Is he still here?
The man who was in the room.

I wanted to apologize
before he moved.

My baby has colic
and was fussing all night.

Oh, dear, you must be exhausted.

Yeah, you have no idea.

You'd be surprised.

-The man, you talk to him?
-Yeah, we passed in the hall, said hello.

-I feel terrible.
-Oh, no. Don't be silly.

If you could give me a call the next time
you see him, I would be ever so grateful.

"Bill Houston."

You're a private investigator?
He in some kind of trouble?

According to the missus, always.
Gambling.

He lost his daughter's college fund
playing Caribbean Stud...

...left home in embarrassment,
Helen's worried sick.

It's a mess.

-You said he was moving?
-People here don't stay long.

I saw him with a truck in the alley.

What kind of truck?

Reddington didn't give it to me.
I found it in one of the places he stays.

-Think this is a photo of your mother?
-That's what Reddington told me.

But that girl, that is definitely me.

The agent, the CI he mentioned?
That could be my chance...

...to find out about the woman
holding me in that photo.

Why would a Russian CI
have information about your mother?

-Ressler.
-Where are you?

-Leaving the OREA.
-Reddington called.

Karakurt is in possession of an ANFO
IED. We've identified the vehicle.

It's a white moving truck
rented out of Annapolis...

...plate number delta-kilo-5827.

We're trying to ping the location now.

They think Karakurt has a white
moving truck with explosives.

-Oh, my God.
-Truck is parked right outside of OREA.

-OREA is the target.
-Liz! Liz, look out, the truck!

Crews continue the work
of sifting through the rubble.

-The death toll stands at 14....
-An act of terror, plain and simple.

As chairman of the Select Committee
on Intelligence, mark my words.

We will find the people
who are responsible.

-And when we do, we will respond....
-It's official. No survivors.

I got something.
Security cam from a loading dock...

...on 20th and Independence.

It's not much, but let's send it wide,
see if we can't get lucky, get an ID.

-Keen.
-You're okay.

I was afraid you were inside.

No, but those agents,
their entire section.

Every agent on that desk
was wiped out.

-If this gets traced back to Russia....
-Not "if," Lizzy.

Senator Hawkins has taken the bait
like a bluegill to a cricket.

And where he goes,
the warmongers are sure to follow.

-Where are you on Karakurt?
-Where? Nowhere.

The Cabal just took out
an entire substation of the CIA.

Put a bullet in you,
you have no idea how.

You're the most cautious person.

The FBI couldn't find you for 20 years,
but they did.

They're three steps ahead, that's
exactly what I'm gonna tell the AG.

Tom Connolly is there?

No, he's on his way.

I assume he's expecting to be briefed.

Connolly made the harbormaster
investigation go away.

All we have on Karakurt
is a recording...

...and a grainy photo
that's gotten us nowhere.

-You have far more than that.
-Like what?

I'm glad you're safe, Lizzy.
I'll be in touch.

You want confirmation?
Turn on your damn television.

The place is a crater.

Give me thirty minutes
to change my location,

then we discuss the next step.

Mr. Houston?

The man with the truck, he's back.

Reddington has a location
for Karakurt.

-63rd and Franklin.
-Coordinate with HRT.

Roll out now.

We have a lead.

We need to talk in your office.

-Tom.
-You will ignore Reddington's lead.

-Why? I'm sure it's solid.
-Harold, call your team.

Tell them intel indicates the Russian
is at Union Station.

Expect me to let Karakurt get away?
The man murdered government agents.

-Finding him will not bring them back.
-What about his next target?

How many lives will he take
before you let me do my job?

Your job today is to divert your team
to Union Station...

...or, God forbid,
your wife will pay the price.

Charlene is a lovely woman...

...who violated the Espionage Act
for you.

Prison will not be kind to her.

Harold, let him go.

This is bigger than both of us.

-Ressler.
-We have actionable intel...

-...that conflicts with Reddington's.
-But he had an eyewitness.

Local P.D. got a hit off the credit card
Karakurt used to rent the truck.

Card was used to purchase a train ticket
at Union Station. Redirect there now.

Copy that.

I knew you'd make the right play.

Give Charlene my regards.

Check the platforms.

There you are.

I've got eyes. Going through Gate D.

Keen, what's your 20?

-Hey, hang on. You okay?
-Yeah. I'm okay.

-What happened?
-He blind-sided me.

Okay. Where did he go?

I didn't see.

Intelligence committee
is receiving live updates...

...on the progress of the investigation
from the Justice Department.

Evidence points to a deliberate,
sanctioned attack from Russia's SVR.

Karakurt. He was there.
You're certain?

He came around the corner.
I just got a glimpse of him.

I was calling Ressler
when he knocked me down.

Hey, guys, listen to this.

From the recording
Agent Masik gave you.

Tell me it worked.

The proof of concept succeeded
as projected.

-Prepare to initiate phase two.
-Done.

I've identified the markers
for targeting and customization.

-Whatever's happening's happening soon.
-What does he mean by "markers"?

Could be referencing map coordinates,
some kind of radio beacon.

Based on what Agent Masik told you,
we've figured out who the CI is.

He said the owner runs a restaurant in
D.C. that caters to the Soviet Old Guard.

We reviewed ownership records for all
the Russian restaurants and found one.

Ninoshka's.
The owner is former Spetsnaz.

His name is Anton Velov.
My belief is, he's the CI.

Conversation was recorded last night.
We pulled the receipts...

...and found a late dinner for two
paid for by a Leo Andropov.

Dr. Leo Andropov.

And you think he was meeting
with Karakurt?

Andropov worked for the Soviet Defense
Ministry in the last months before glasnost.

Whiz kid. When he was 16...

...he published his only paper in
a open-source microbiology journal...

...before he got snapped up
by the weapons ministry.

Closet clear!

I've seen equipment like this at the lab
at Quantico. A genotyping unit.

It looks like Andropov fled.

No passport, no ID,
no prescription drugs.

Building fertilizer bombs
is way below this guy's pay grade.

This can't be Karakurt's endgame.

-Biological weapons?
-This guy's a virologist.

If these are biological weapons,
then we may be looking at a pandemic.

It always starts with a favor.

I've known Tom Connolly
for two decades.

He's had dinners at my house.

And when he offered to help me get
into that drug trial, it was my only hope.

It wasn't just your hope, Harold.
It was your wife's hope, your children's.

You were given a terminal diagnosis...

...and Connolly ends up
offering you a choice.

Your life or your ethics,
and you picked your life.

What good are ethics
if you aren't alive to live by them?

If it was just me, my health, my life...

...I would have told him to pound sand
a long time ago.

When he dragged Charlene into it,
now this...

...deliberately misdirecting my agents
to facilitate the escape of a terrorist.

Now that's what's interesting.

He orders you to send them
to Union Station...

...ostensibly to throw them off
Karakurt's trail.

And there he is.

Perhaps Agent Keen was mistaken.

And assaulted by a total stranger?

That makes even less sense.
It was some kind of ambush.

And I sent my people right into it.

-And a good thing you did.
-What the hell does that mean?

Thanks to your desire
to protect Charlene...

...we're presented
with a unique opportunity...

-...to find out what the Cabal is up to.
-How?

By continuing to follow Connolly's orders
without question.

The last thing you should do
is confront him.

Gather evidence, build a case.

Tom Connolly's been leaking information
to the Cabal...

...about everything that goes on
in this place...

...ever since he walked through that door
and offered to save your life.

You wanna wipe that debt clean?

Keep your eyes open
and your mouth shut.

We found a fully outfitted virology lab
in Andropov's apartment.

Think he's building a bioweapon.

We seized his notebooks, but we're
gonna need an expert in microbiology...

...who can also translate Russian.

Reddy bear. Oh, I could eat you alive.

Ginger, this is Dr. Lauren Kimberly.

Lauren, my executive assistant,
Ginger Lumire.

Interesting look.

Purposeful, but still feminine.

You should try a darker shade
of lipstick.

I bet you could get away with a gloss.

Lauren, we're going to have to forgo
the makeover today.

-We're in a bit of a pinch.
-Understood.

Let me see what I can do.

I've got a lead on my mom.

An OREA agent, he has a CI who might
know something about Katarina Rostova.

Dr. Kimberly was a tenured professor
doing genome research at Stanford...

...when she was recruited
by the private sector.

-I'm gonna find out the truth.
-She makes her real money consulting.

Costs a fortune.

She did, however,
let me name a lipstick color.

"Fire in the Hole."

You've reached Elizabeth Keen.
Please leave your message at the tone.

Hi, Liz. This is Jacob.

Jacob Phelps.
Look, I know things are complicated.

I know you're going through
a bad breakup.

From what I heard, guy's a total loser.
Couldn't cook, made crappy pancakes.

So I wanted to see if you would join me
for dinner tomorrow.

I made a reservation at 7 at this great
place on the corner of 32nd and M...

...and I hope that you will come.

Or not. But either way, I'll be there.

You're right. It is a weapon.

-WMD?
-No.

A WID.

A weapon of individual destruction.

This is a customized virus...

...synthesized with the sole intent
of killing one specific individual.

How is that possible?

He's created a supercharged rotavirus.

These are very common.

By the age of 5, most of us
have been infected multiple times.

And with each infection,
we build up an immunity.

So it's harmless to most people.

All people. Precisely.

But this rotavirus
has been customized...

...keyed to infect one individual
with a unique genetic sequence...

...and to devastating effect.

According to animal trials logged
in these notes...

...it attacks the central nervous system
within minutes of exposure.

One person.

-But who?
-I can only tell you what they're doing.

I'm sorry, but I can't tell you
who they're doing it to.

So we know Karakurt
is targeting one person...

...and it's keyed to his or her DNA.

Think.

He bombed the CIA's Russian section.

That took time, money,
and no small amount of risk.

What happens when the United States
is attacked, suffers grievous loss of life?

We go into lockdown.

The bombing bumped the NTAS level
to red.

But why put the mission at risk
by triggering a high-level terrorist alert?

Well, that's the downside.
The upside is exposure, public attention.

Remember, the people behind this
went to immense trouble and expense.

-What does that say about their target?
-He's high-value.

Someone important.

Oh, my God, that's why he did it.

The memorial service.

The victims will be memorialized
at a service...

...at Ascension
and Saint Agnes church.

Politicians and military personnel,
intelligence officers from overseas...

...will all be there to pay their respects.
One of them is the target.

So this is the guy?

The best we can do. He's our prime
suspect in the OREA bombing...

...and we believe
that he's not done yet.

-We need your people to be on alert.
-Bomb?

No. We'll be prepared
for that possibility.

Our intel says he's after a specific target.
We don't know who yet.

With this many people around,
I can't promise anything.

-Safest play is to cancel the event.
-Believe me, we're working on it.

Just spoke to Reven Wright. Calling off
the memorial service is a nonstarter.

Mistake. We have hard evidence
of a clear threat.

Main Justice is aware. Public's rattled
by this bombing, want a show of strength.

If they cancel, it suggests
we can't protect our own people.

Maybe we can't. We still don't know
exactly what we're dealing with.

I'm dealing with
an impossible problem.

So if you're counting on me
cracking this virus, don't.

Well, what do you have?

We found the formula
in Karakurt's apartment.

So my plan was to reverse engineer
the process.

We are trying millions
of DNA combinations.

If I could figure out the profile
it was engineered to destroy....

You could run the profile
through the DNA database.

-A match is Karakurt's target.
-It won't work. Not in time.

I need hours. Days, maybe.

The memorial will be over long before
we can ID the target sequence.

We have to assume Karakurt's
already infected himself...

...with the contagion
and is a live carrier.

Civilian and military security assets
have been marshaled for the service.

The assassin in not armed
with something that we can flag...

...with a metal detector.
The virus is transmitted through touch.

It penetrates the skin.

Even brushing up against the target
is enough to infect and kill him.

It is critical that we nail Karakurt before
he can get anywhere near that church.

Find him, people. Whatever it takes.

-What are you thinking?
-Not me, Leonard. The Director.

What is he thinking?

His objective is to exacerbate tensions
with Russia.

He chose to send Karakurt...

...an assassin known to work
for the regime...

...so people will assume
Russia is responsible.

-So....
-So whoever he's targeting next...

...will be an enemy of Russia,
an outspoken critic.

Someone people will believe
the Russians would wanna silence.

Hey, Keen! Keen!

Sixty-seven guests have been cleared
to attend.

There's Defense, Homeland, CIA,
the bureau on this list.

-Hard to narrow it down.
-Yeah. So much for the good old days...

...where you could just look for the glint
of a sniper-rifle scope in a window.

What does it do, this virus,
to the body?

The CDC is still breaking it down.

They're saying it attacks
the central nervous system.

A victim would start shaking
within seconds of infection.

Disorientation,
then labored breathing, convulsions.

Incapacitation
within moments of contact.

It's quite a remarkable feat
of engineering.

In my experience, such accomplishments
don't happen overnight.

You're saying they tested it first.

A customized virus deadly
to such a small fraction of the population.

What kind of trial and error
would prove useful?

-This is Aram.
-Agent Mojtabai.

I need a list of people admitted to
an emergency room in the last few days...

...displaying symptoms consistent
with the virus you're tracking.

That's not gonna be so easy
to put together.

Aram,
that kind of catastrophic trauma...

...would have gotten
someone's attention.

It's on an autopsy chart somewhere.

Okay, I hear you, but you have to--

Bethesda General sent tissue samples
to the CDC a few days ago.

A suspicious death
of a college student.

Center's just starting an investigation.

I need that student's home address,
and I need to speak to Agent Navabi.

Mrs. Jennings,
thank you for seeing me.

I know
this is an extremely difficult time.

I got a message from the CDC
about the investigation.

But I didn't think they'd be sending
someone over so quickly.

Can you tell me about Connor?

What you know so far?

Not much.

Connor was a law student.

I was told
he was walking across campus...

...when he just started shaking
and then convulsing.

One of the doctors suggested he may
have contracted a rare form of rotavirus?

No, you're right to be thinking
this could be something else entirely.

Perhaps malicious.

Malicious?

To be honest, Mrs. Jennings, your son
may have been intentionally infected.

Is this because...?

Is this because...?

If Connor was targeted by someone
capable of this kind of attack...

-...it has to be connected to his father.
-His father?

When I was a young staffer
on the Hill...

...I had an affair with the man
I was working for.

We were stupid, and I got pregnant.

Even then, he had his eyes set
on a big political future...

...so I agreed to go away.

I made a deal
to receive ongoing support from him.

Senator Hawkins. He's the target.

They tested the virus on his son,
closest possible genetic match.

You need to find the senator
before Karakurt does.

Hey, Keen.
Samar's reaching out to Hawkins' office.

He's not inside.
We got a shot of keeping him clear.

I'll check the drive-ups.
Any word from Metro?

If Karakurt's inside,
nobody's spotted him yet.

Step up, please. Name?

Flemming, European wire.

Flemming, press badge 6362.
We're gonna need to check the case.

We're good.

He's on the Main Justice press list.

It's time, Harold.

Call Tom Connolly. Tell him
you need to see him immediately.

I'm assuming at the moment
he has no idea...

...you've identified Karakurt's intended
victim, which is why you need to tell him.

-Why would I do that?
-Because he'll be caught off guard.

In addition
to enhancing your credibility with him...

...it'll make him doubt
whether or not to move forward.

Think he'll call off the attack?

Worth the attempt.
The latest from Keen and Ressler?

Still no sign of Karakurt.

Agent Navabi's on the line now
with one of Hawkins' aides.

Listen to me, it's not a potential threat.

The bureau has confirmed that a direct
attack on the senator is imminent.

No, I cannot confirm my source.

Find whoever is with him
and deliver the message.

It's not safe to attend the service.
You need to find him.

Third to the podium. After the minister
and the family representative....

We'll be sitting here forever.

This is fine, Patrick. I'll walk.

Senator's on the move now,
we're on our way.

Welcome, sir.

Thank you.

Harold, your cooperation
was instrumental in Karakurt's escape.

-Everything's on track, thanks to you.
-Don't thank me yet.

-Why? Is there a problem?
-My people are closing in on him now.

They know the bombing was the first
in a series of attacks.

They know about the virus.

I see.

Well, thank you for letting me know.

Why are you letting me know?
Don't tell me you want to help.

I know you'd like nothing better
than to strangle me right now.

You're right. I'm letting you know
because I want you to call it off.

I can't control Reddington,
I can't misdirect my people again...

...without drawing suspicion.

It's only a matter of time
until they stop Karakurt.

Stop him from what?
They don't even know his target.

Clifford Hawkins.

Call it off, Tom.

If the Director really wants him dead,
he can find another way on another day.

No.

Today is the day.

I appreciate your concern,
but everything should be fine.

Strange days, don't you think?

Assassins don't need knives
or guns or bombs.

All you have to do
is answer a few questions...

...and shake the wrong man's hand.

The press corps. Get over there now.

-Karakurt may be posing as a reporter.
-She's going into the service now.

Senator Hawkins.

Federal Agent Elizabeth Keen.
Come with us, sir.

-What's going on?
-The man responsible for OREA.

-Karakurt? I was briefed. Was that him?
-We'll explain.

-We need to get you to a secure location.
-Thank you.

Please call my wife, tell her I'm okay.

Sir?

Sir.

We need to get him to a hospital now.
He's been infected.

Sir.

Bethesda says Hawkins is critical.
They've called in the hospital chaplain.

-He didn't touch Karakurt?
-No, sir.

-Then what the hell happened?
-Karakurt's in holding.

We're gonna take a run at him
and find out.

Best I could tell,
Hawkins just melted down next to Keen.

Karakurt.

That means "spider," right?

Kara-- What?

Look, I don't know what that is.

My name is Jonas Flemming.

I'm a reporter for the European wire.
I live in Rotterdam.

We're gonna try this again.
We know who you are.

That's you outside the OREA. You exited
a rental truck less than a minute...

...before it exploded,
destroyed the building.

We have a recording of you
and Andropov.

We know he engineered a drug
designed to kill the senator.

-We know you're infected.
-No, no, no.

My credentials were taken from me
when I arrived...

...but they were vetted
by your Department of Justice.

-Please, call.
-You didn't touch the senator.

How was the virus delivered?

You can rig your little story,
but you can't rig your blood.

We're running it right now.

When it comes back positive
for that virus that killed Hawkins...

...we got you.

Hello, Anton. Relax.

If I had bad intentions for this visit,
you'd know by now.

-You're Raymond Reddington.
-I am.

And if I'm right,
you're the same Anton Velov...

...who once led
a Spetsnaz special forces unit...

...called the Zarubin group.

I'm surprised we never met.

For many years, while you were still
with U.S. counterintelligence...

...I considered you
the KGB's greatest enemy.

Oh, my God.

That feels like ages ago.

For what it's worth, I was young.

I had no concept
of what a real enemy looked like.

But I do know.

Which is why I'm hoping you and I
might prove to be fast friends.

What can I do?

I know you're working with the CIA
as an informant...

...for the Office of Russian
and European Analysis.

Since those agents
are tragically no longer with us...

...I was thinking perhaps
you might become an asset for me.

Your American government,
they may not be done with me yet.

I got a phone call from FBI.

An agent named Elizabeth Keen.

Really? What about?

She wants to meet.

She was asking
about Katarina Rostova.

Did you know Katarina Rostova?

No, not personally.

All I know are the same old ghost stories
we all share.

Well, if you were in my employ...

...I would have to insist
you not speak to anyone from the FBI...

...or any other
U.S. intelligence agency.

Of course.

And Agent Keen, she wasn't the first.

Sometime back,
two men from Justice Department...

...come and ask me about Katarina.

I suppose they think
I am one of the few people left...

...who still remember the old stories.

What sort of stories?

They were asking
about her KGB contacts...

...where she lived, and about a child.

They asked about a child?

Yes, many times.

"Tell me about her child."

I said, "All I know
is they say she had a daughter."

Dembe, the phone.

How many times are we gonna go
through this? That isn't me.

Call my office.
Check my visa, check my identity.

You work for the Cabal.
We know what they're capable of.

Was this the plan,
to protect you with this identity?

The Cabal has people
all over the world.

It wouldn't be hard for them
to create a Jonas Flemming...

...give him a history.

The crime lab just called.

They're saying his blood tested negative
for the virus.

Negative? That's not possible.

-I got to call you right back.
-You need to get out of there now.

Where are you? What's going on?

You've been set up.
The Cabal's been asking about you.

They know who your mother was.
You've been set up.

You were there when the building
was bombed.

They wanted you
to save Clifford Hawkins.

They sent Karakurt to the memorial
to make you think he was the threat...

...so you would secure the senator,
infect him in the process.

-I don't have the virus.
-You do, Lizzy.

I don't need a test to know that you do.

Your mother was a Russian spy, now
they've made it look like you are too.

You have the virus.

You infected the senator,
and now they will come for you.

You need to get out of there now.