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No. No.

There 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? All you've done is betray her.

Says the guy who's hunting her.
You think she's a Russian agent?

-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.
-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. We are 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 are 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 gonna 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.

And we have leverage over Verdiant,
we have leverage over the Cabal.

I know how Reddington and Keen got out
of the diner where the standoff happened.

The tunnels they used to escape
from the diner were built to sneak in...

-...contraband from Baltimore.
-Coordinate with the MPA.

-I want a full accounting--
-Already did.

One freighter caught our attention.

TheDMC Peña 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 U.S...

-...citing engine trouble.
-Where is it now?

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 wanna know where that truck's headed.
Find that crate.

What is it?

Dembe.

This is the rendezvous point.

Something's wrong.

We're gonna need transportation.

This will 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. When I refused
to answer questions, they took me in.

-Don't try my patience, Glen.
-I'm sorry, Red. I'm hypoglycemic.

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'd you say?

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?

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're 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 we 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 gonna need Mr. Costa's address
and maybe some directions.

My associate prefers to steal cars
made before the advent of GPS.

Were you able to crack
the server files?

All 5 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.

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.
Doesn't belong to us.

We release 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've been hit before.
-The company, 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?

Certain secure terminals can only
access the company main frame...

...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...

...it won't be long before our product
is mass-produced on the black market.

The price of our product will fall
permanently. Our stock won't recover.

Sir?

Sorry to interrupt. I just received
a call from the medical examiner.

-What is it?
-They ran DNA tests...

...on the remains recovered
and everyone's 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
is 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,
a 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 mom, 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 loft in Soho.

So one evening, Mugs shimmied up
the drainpipe, broke in.

And low 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.
Painting had a tracking device.

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

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

Unfortunately, no.

Mugs 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 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.
We know about the Verdiant attack.

-That's why you're here, isn't it?
-I'm trying to get my life back.

Verdiant is connected to the Cabal.
Red thinks if we get leverage--

Red's not capable of telling the truth.

If you are 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. Red and Liz were here.

-Just missed them.
-Was there a surveillance cam?

No, but I pulled this off
an officer's dash-cam.

He was dispatched to meet us.

-Looks like he blew right past them.
-Run that plate.

Find out who that vehicle belongs to.
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, wait.
Look, we can't just go charging in there.

Had a hard 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.

All right. I'll catch you later.

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

No, just me.

And 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.

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--
-Not yet.

The desk.

We're not gonna make it.

Reddington.

Clear.

Ressler.

Think if you stare long enough,
it might ring?

What's her name?

Elizabeth.

She's gone.

I was hoping that....

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. Way of communicating
so he wouldn't know.

She would call that phone
at exactly 7 p.m. and I'd pick up.

-And we'd meet.
-How'd that work out?

Not so great.

Hey, sorry, would you
do me a quick favor?

Just if that phone rings,
if she calls, would you...

...give her my number?

I spoke to the owner of the building.

He said he leased the space to a man
named Eli Matchett two months ago.

-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 infringed
on their patent and sued him.

-The defense cost Matchett a fortune.
-He must've lost everything.

-Aram, did you get those files?
-You stumbled on a virology shop.

Matchett didn't steal Verdiant's blueprint
to release it publicly.

He needed it to identify its weaknesses
and design a virus to destroy it.

He wants to sabotage their GMO crop?

Ninety percent of all corn grown
in America is genetically modified.

Verdiant is the largest producer.

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.

With months, it would migrate overseas.

If Matchett unleashes this virus, we could
have a global food crisis on our hands.

We've got around 90 percent,
but I'm not sure it's readable.

We'll need help accessing the data
without a complete download.

-How the hell did Ressler--?
-I called him while you were in the store.

-Why do that?
-I told him to back off because I thought...

-...if he was interested in the truth--
-He'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.

-That lawsuit against Matchett?
-Yeah, what about it?

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

After the bank foreclosed, Verdiant
purchased his property in a short sale.

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.

-Where he plans to unleash the virus?
-I think we just found ground zero.

Must be my lucky day.

Drop your gun!

Can't do that.

Raymond Reddington.

You got any idea how many people
wanna see you dead?

Some idea, yes.

And you.

You're the girl on the news.

-The Russian.
-You seem like an intuitive guy.

Intuitive enough to know
when you're in over your head.

So whichever lowlife
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 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 think 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 Matchett find one?
-The documents we got from Costa...

...the ones he stole from Verdiant,
were 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 sighted. Stand by.

Suspect sighted!

Headed north!

Head him off!

You boys about finished?

He's all yours.

Hey.

-Ressler.
-I just received a cache...

...of internal research documents
from Verdiant.

Definitely not stuff
they'd want out there.

-Got them how? Where'd they come from?
-That's the crazy part.

They came in on the fax hard line.
I think from Agent Keen.

Think she wants us to search
a Verdiant warehouse.

-Why?
-Are you sitting down?

Because you are
not gonna believe this.

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

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.
-Oh, 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 have the cure.

It's ingenious.

Hire a madman 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've 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 that 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 gonna
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 anymore.

I'm sure.

Reddington obviously thinks
he can take the fight to the Cabal.

But look what happened.

This time, Keen shot a cop.
Next time, she'll 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 repeat it, but there wasn't
a day 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. No, he just wants to help.

-And did you take it?
-What, are you kidding?

-That guy's a liability.
-Yes.

A loose cannon who'd shoot a guilty man
in the back to prevent him from escaping.

In a case like this, there could
be a place for a man like that.

You're telling me
to trust my instincts?

My instincts tell 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 gonna 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're a liar, a thief and a murderer.

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

What job?