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I don't know what to say.

Abbott has some of the most impressive

college acceptances in the country.

And this scholarship...

- it would cover full tuition?
- Yes.

Along with room and board

and a stipend for books and supplies.

- So I'd live at the school?
- We could visit anytime.

Yeah, we're only a few hours away.

Howie, your reaction is natural.

But I want you to know...
our scholarship committee

combs through thousands
of nomination letters

from across the country.

There were more than 2,200 submissions

for the Booth-Farnwell seat
this year alone.

And the selection committee
agreed that you, Howie,

you're the one who shows
the most raw academic potential.

So if you want to become a member

of the Abbott Boarding School...

the scholarship's yours.

Thank you!

And remember to mark your calendars.

Parents weekend will be here
before you know it.

Uh, Howie, shake the man's hand.

Sorry. Just... getting over a cold.

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Well, I guess fourth time's the charm.

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William Burroughs

said the same thing to me once.

I have two leads.

Tell me.

Ah! Ernesto's a concierge nurse.

Ernesto coordinates
a burgeoning portfolio

of urine samples and blood draws.

As a bonus, he doesn't
understand a lick of English,

so, please, speak freely.

One lead is still a work in progress.

The other one is solid.

What do you know about Norman Devane?

- He's an assassin.
- He's a genius.

Well, he's an ingenious assassin.

Who hides murder behind illness.

Our friend in Paris made
a series of payments to him

under the alias of Constance Drucker.

Paris was not your fault.

Devane can get us to her.

I spoke to Linda.

She says you haven't slept well
since it all happened.

I underestimated her.

Well, we both did.

I should've known better.

Linda tells me your goddaughter's

getting married Saturday.

- You should go.
- No.

Get drunk, dance the hora, and forget.

No. I-I am not leaving your side
until this is done.

My friend.

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Elizabeth. I have a case for you.

The man we're looking for
is Norman Devane.

Oh, uh, that's, um...

Uh, sorry.

We all know Devane as the mastermind

behind the Libyan bioweapons program,

but Reddington says that represents

just a single line
in a very lengthy résumé.

In Reddington's world, Devane
is known as a killer for hire.

Simon Vestergaard was a shipping magnate

who died of liver cancer.

Senator Jessica Tandler died
of drug-resistant pneumonia.

And Ronald Perchik
was a federal judge who suffered

a deadly stroke two days after
receiving a shingles vaccine.

Did Devane kill them, or did
they die of natural causes?

Both. And according to Reddington,

Devane is in the U.S. and active.

Subject is a 14-year-old Caucasian male.

Type B-negative.

Full immunization record.

Hey, uh, you new?

You look new.

Mm-hmm. Howie Keller.

Howie? Cute. Uh, I'm Theo Wolf.

Sort of the, uh, unofficial
Abbott welcoming party.

- So he kills sick people?
- No, he kills people

by making them sick...
by giving them cancer

or pneumonia or some
other deadly disease.

He gives them cancer?
Is that even possible?

Theoretically,
if a healthy person is injected

with a high concentration
of cancerous cells

and those cells got into
his or her bone marrow,

they could, you know, catch leukemia.

- Catch it. Like a cold?
- Yeah, just a super bad one.

The world believed these three
died of natural causes,

but Reddington says they were murdered.

You don't get it. Uh, Brandon Durso

got a B-plus on his
French presentation...

had a full-blown panic attack.

- Because he got a B?
- A B plus.

My point is, you can't take all that

"truth and excellence" crap
too seriously.

You got to be able to relax here.

And if you need any help
with that, like some...

some weed or, uh...

Well, I don't do drugs.

Right. Says the new kid.

The woman who abducted
Mr. Reddington in Paris...

- she's in business with Devane?
- Apparently.

Did she hire him to kill
Reddington or someone else?

He doesn't know.

So all we know is that
an insidious assassin

is on the loose and we have
no idea how to catch him.

The WMD Directorate oversaw

our response to the Libyan bioweapons.

If Devane is the mastermind,
he might be on their radar.

Get there and see. At this point,

"might be" is the best we've got.

Elodie Radcliffe?

The woman whose husband
is in a wheelchair?

Yes. Exactly. I'm the "other man" to...

I mean, I'm not yet, but... I want to be.

Which is worse.

I think it's great.

Great? I slept with a married woman.

I think it's great you slept with anyone.

I appreciate that she's
taking care of her husband.

But she needs a life, too. And so do you.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

But Putin has a new nuke,
and it turns out the Ayatollahs

have more heavy water than
a surrogate carrying twins.

And now that I've kept you
waiting, I can't help you.

Uh, we called ahead
asking for any information

- your office had...
- Norman Devane.

We know what he did,
but not what he's doing.

After Libya, he went to Syria.

Helped Assad gas his own people.
He was smart.

You name it... bacteria, virus,
fungi... he could weaponize it.

You hit him with a drone strike
outside Damascus.

We hit his lab. Never found him.

But you traced a payment he made

to an Anatole Kuragin. Who's he?

A Ukrainian hacker. And the
payment was seven years ago.

We haven't heard from him since.

Do you know where we could find him?

He's in Havana.
So, yes, I know where he is.

But you can't find him.

I know someone who can.

October 25th. 1:35 a.m.

Subject Howard Keller.

Administering pathogen A-21.

You're going to feel a little pinch.

Unbelievable.

Who the hell are you?

A friend told me you had a keen eye

for salt and pepper shakers.

She was wrong. You have an exquisite eye.

What do you want?

I once saw the most adorable
little ceramic set

in a junk shop outside Topeka...

salt in a straw hat, pepper in a bowler,

both delicately balanced
on a tiny green hat stand.

You're a collector.

Eh, an admirer.

Of all things precious.

Including information.

What kind of information?

Whatever you know about Norman Devane.

I don't know anything.

As a rule, I also admire loyalty.

But as I have pressing business
with Mr. Devane,

I'm afraid you'll have to
make an exception.

I don't make exceptions.

Perhaps these will change your mind.

Technically speaking,
they're pepper casters.

Handcrafted American silver

from the workshop of Paul Revere.

Original or replica?

I'm surprised you would even ask.

I don't mean to press,

but I have a meeting
in an hour with Raúl.

Raúl? You're meeting with Castro.

Yes, and unlike Fidel, he's
a stickler for punctuality.

So. Devane.

He paid me to create backdoor access

to National Diagnostics Lab's
server farm.

Why?

Is this a Frommer?

I knew a gaucho who
had a pearl-handled one

in Patagonia, of all places.

- What was Devane looking for?
- He swore by it.

Though he did say the trigger
was a little sticky.

- Ooh! Ooh!
- Raymond!

Oh, what the hell?

I barely touched the trigger!

It has a grip safety.

Well, he must have disabled it.

Oh! Ge...

Ohh, God!

Obviously, he set it to a hair trigger.

The man clearly had a death wish.

Now we will never know
what Devane was looking for.

You should take a shower.

Get some clothes from his closet.

Elizabeth. Write this down.

National Diagnostics Lab.

A warrant? To access our system?

We believe that it's been hacked.

By whom? For what?

Your company does diagnostic
testing for hospitals

and clinics all across the country,

which means your system has information.

On 110 million patients.

110 million.

From children to presidents.

If the system was hacked, whoever did it

has detailed medical
and financial information

on one in three Americans.

We're gonna need access to that database.

- I'm not falling for it, Theo.
- It's not a joke, man.

That janitor freak had you
in the laundry bin

and wheeled you into the south wing.

I would've woken up.

Besides, if you really saw something,

why didn't you say anything?

Yeah, and tell Dr. Mitchell

that I was hot-boxing Lancaster's room?

- Not happening.
- You were probably hallucinating.

Your bed was empty, man.
I know what I saw.

Look, you're a newbie,
so you wouldn't know this,

but weird stuff happens
at Abbott, all right?

So he sleeps with her

and then never calls her.

He wants to, but it's been two weeks.

"He" is right here, tracing the hack.

How can anybody be so smart and so dumb?

- It's a gift.
- Well, call her.

Say you've been on assignment.

Lying? That's your advice on
how to start a relationship?

No, that's my advice
on how to salvage one.

Okay. That's weird.
Um, not... not your advice.

Well, uh... Well, definitely your advice.

But it looks like, uh,
Kuragin hacked the system

to give some root access that
they used to order a test.

- What kind of a test?
- Full genome sequencing

on a 13-year-old boy
named Marcus Sinclair.

Are you telling me Devane hired a hacker

to access the medical records
of 100 million people

just so he could sequence
one teenager's genes?

Actually... Actually, it seems like

they hired him to sequence
the genes of 20 teenagers.

Why? What makes them special?

Howie! Hey.

I wanted to congratulate you
on Tuesday's quiz.

You were the only student with
a perfect score in the cl...

Howie? You look awfully pale.
Are you feeling all right?

I'm okay. Just a little...

Ohh! Get a nurse!

- What happened?
- Yeah, she's coming!

You passed out in the hallway, man.

How could you still not believe me?

Maybe 'cause you were high.

Would you let that go?

I'm telling you, whoever
took you last night

clearly did something to you.

You're being paranoid.

The nurse said I was probably dehydrated.

The nurse could be in on it
for all we know.

I told you... weird stuff
happens at this school.

Kids get sick, disappear.

Look.

I swiped these from Dr. Mitchell's office

so that we can get into the south wing

a-and find wherever Dr. Who took you.

Do you even watch "Dr. Who"?

Are you coming with me or not?

There's 20 teenagers.
All white, all male.

And all with B-negative blood
or similar biomarkers.

Devane used the hack to identify patients

who fit a specific demographic,

then sampled and sequenced their DNA

using NDL's automated system.

So Devane's looking at kids who fit

a particular biochemical
and genetic profile. Why?

We don't know,
but of the 20 kids he sequenced,

five developed life-threatening
cancers or infections.

Three died. Two recovered.

Why would a man who
assassinated world leaders

start targeting kids?

And why would some of the kids
he targeted survive?

Not to mention how any of this connects

to the woman who abducted
Reddington in Paris.

Keen, Ressler, meet with the parents.

Aram, stay with the
National Diagnostics files.

I see a lot of smoke. Now
we just have to find the fire.

N-No. No. No. No.

Doesn't matter how I know. I know.

Short December pork bellies.

Yes, the full five million.

It's done.

Cheer up! Dembe found a text
on Kuragin's phone.

It seems Mr. Kuragin hacked
into the agriculture department

and learned that the Chinese

are about to impose
a tariff on pork bellies.

He may have expired

before telling us
all he knew about Devane,

but we're gonna make a fortune
in the futures market.

I'm not like you.

I may have been once, but not anymore.

What happened in Havana and Paris, I...

I just can't shake it.

Neither can I.

But I can accept it.

Things happen.

You, a fatalist?

Save that for someone who
doesn't know you so well.

You leave nothing to fate.

I try to leave nothing to fate,

but I'm perfectly comfortable with chaos.

That's why I trust that
whatever happens is...

probably meant to be.

Like accidentally killing a guy

and finding he has intel on hog futures.

Cosmic, huh?

Like you ending up in a velour tracksuit.

It looks comfortable as hell, I must say.

You know, I came out of
retirement for Paris.

For you. For us.

I look forward to
going back to my hammock.

You said you had two possible leads.

What's the second?

I have a source. Won't give his name.

He sent me a secure message
saying he could identify

the man who coordinated
your abduction. He's skittish.

I know he's in town,
but he's refusing to meet.

How about this wedding?

I told you, I'm not going.

Because it's a distraction.

It has nothing to do with Paris.

But what if it did?

What if the wedding
helped us solve Paris?

Would you go then?

Of course, but it doesn't.

Weddings, for the most part,
are safe, happy places.

Places that even the most skittish source

would be comfortable in.

You want me to invite
the source to the wedding?

Drunken revelers, interminable toasting,

cheesy cover bands...

I can't think of a better place
for a covert meeting.

I doubt it will work, but I will try.

That's all anyone can do.

The rest, we leave to fate.

Two rounds of chemo.
Then radiation. Then surgery.

I can't imagine how hard
that must have been.

On all of you.

They put Peter into a coma to
try to buy him some more time,

but none of the antibiotics
that they tried worked.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.

Insurance paid for some,
but we had to take out

a second mortgage on the house.

Don't know if we'll ever be able
to pay it back, but he's alive.

How long has Ben been in remission?

- Five years.
- The doctors said

it was a miracle the tumor
didn't metastasize.

Mr. Crane, can you tell me if anyone

might want to harm you or your family?

I'm sorry? Are you saying somebody
purposefully made my boy sick?

I don't understand.
How can you give someone cancer?

We're just investigating
every possibility.

Do you have any enemies?

Someone who might have
hurt Ben to get to you?

- Enemies?
- We're from Wisconsin.

What about at school?

Can you tell me about his
friends, their families?

Peter went to boarding school.

- Boarding school?
- That's right.

Ben loved it there.

What was the name of the school?

Earlier this morning,
Theo Wolf was rushed

to St. Mary's Hospital
after being found unconscious.

Despite the best efforts of the
hospital's doctors and staff,

I'm sorry to tell you that Theo...

has passed away.

If you'd like to talk,

if you feel like you're struggling,

please, do not struggle alone.

Reach out to a friend,
a teacher, or myself.

All of us at Abbott are here
for you in this difficult time.

Dr. Mitchell?

Mr. Keller. What can I do for you?

There's something I have to tell you.

About Theo.

"It's Aram."

Hello?

Hey, uh, Elodie. It's, um...

It's... It's Aram.

Mojtabai.

Well. Hello, stranger.

Yeah, I, uh... I know
it's, uh, been two weeks

since I've... I've called.

I wanted to. I just, um...

You have no idea how much I, um...

Okay, um, a friend says I should tell you

I was busy at work, but I wasn't.

I mean... I mean, I was. I just...

Uh, not... not too busy to call.

It's okay. I didn't call, either.

Yeah. You're... You're married.

You're loving, honoring,
and, uh, cherishing...

while I am... I am lusting.

Which, of the seven deadly sins,
if I'm not mistaken,

is, uh, number one with a bullet.

I'm meeting some people
at the Fremont tomorrow.

You want to come?

Um... uh, sure.

You'd have to wear a suit and tie.

That, uh... That sounds, uh, fancy.

You, uh... Are you sure
it's okay if I join?

Of course not. That's why you have to.

Meet me in the lobby at 7:00.

Sir, I found a connection.

In the files we pulled
from National Diagnostics,

each of the boys listed two addresses...

one where their families lived,
which were all different,

and a second one, which was all the same.

2725 Hollow Mill Lane. Old Falls.

How can that be?

None of the boys we identified
are from Virginia.

No, but they all went
to boarding school there.

Abbott Boarding School.

And from what their parents told us,

all five of the kids who got
sick were Abbott students.

- Became Abbott students.
- How do you mean?

Devane had Benjamin Gansky's
genome tested in February 2012,

seven months before he enrolled.

He tested Peter Crane

four months before he enrolled in 2016.

Sounds like gene sequencing

was the final part of
some sort of entrance exam.

Every student that passed
wound up at the school.

We don't know what Devane is doing
or why, but we do know where.

Are any students currently at Abbott

whose profile Devane hacked?

One. Howard Keller.

Get to the school. Alert the headmaster.

I don't want anything
happening to young Mr. Keller

on our watch.

We have a situation.
I just hung up with the police.

I don't know what they know,
but they know.

They're on their way now.

- O-On their way?
- You need to shut it down.

Y-You got to get out!

You need to deal with the boy, too!

Okay. Just calm down.

I'm on the verge of a breakthrough.

Take care of it, Norman.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

It's not just Theo Wolf or Howard Keller.

It's the FBI.

I can stall them.
But this is over, Norman.

We're even.

Now get rid of the kid and clear out.

You need to go now.

Why are you...

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. It's okay.

There you go.

Just go to sleep, little man.

It'll be over soon.

It'll all be over very soon.

Sir?

Okay. Uh, so, I should've
caught this before,

so let me start by saying, um, I'm sorry.

- Sorry for what?
- You know how you told me

to notify the headmaster
at Abbott and let him know

that Howard Keller may be in danger?

Yes. What did he say?

It's not what he said. It's who he is.

The headmaster at Abbott Boarding School

is Kelvin Mitchell,
and his son, Thomas Mitchell,

is on the list of names Devane
hacked from National Diagnostics.

He's one of Devane's subjects.

Okay. That's... That's just absurd.

We know your son was involved.

More importantly, we have
reason to believe

Howard Keller is in danger.

I'm sorry. I'd like to cooperate.

But if you think
I'm about to grant you access

to one of the children under my care

without proper authorization...

Hey, you! Yeah, you.

You want to go to jail for
obstruction of justice, too?

Or are you gonna show me
to Howard Keller's room?

Norman Devane. Where is he?

I'm not talking to you
without a lawyer. Or a warrant.

So why is he bringing
students to your school?

I said I want a lawyer.

Howard Keller?

- Where is he?
- I have no idea.

Hey. Hey!

He's been sedated.
Lock down the school! Now!

You want a lawyer? How about
this for legal advice?

Cooperate. Because the man
you're protecting is wanted

not only by the FBI,

but by MI6, the FSB, the Mossad.

I'm telling you, I-I can't help.

Why the hell are you sheltering this guy?

I'm not! You don't understand.

Oh, I understand that you're lying.

But I don't understand
why you're protecting

the man who tried to kill your son.

Norman Devane didn't try to
kill my son! He saved him!

You're gonna tell me where
Devane is. Right now.

Call an ambulance!

Flip him for me.

Howard! Howard.
Talk to me. Can you hear me?

I need you to talk to me.

The man who did this...
do you know where he went?

Talk to me, Howard!
Do you know where he went?!

Norman Devane! FBI!

Put your hands where I can see them.

I said hands. Now.

The kid... what did you do to him?

You were right.
About the wedding feeling safe.

Meeting is confirmed.

Then you need to change.
We'll have you home in a jiffy.

Things are looking up!

Between you and Devane, we now
have two lines in the water.

A fish will eventually bite.

Because everything happens for a reason.

Even if that reason is as random
as my goddaughter's wedding.

Did you find Devane?

Yes, and he's still infecting people.

Only now the people he's infecting

are children at a boarding school.

- I need to speak with him.
- There was a fight.

He was injected with the disease
he gave one of the students...

some sort of flesh-eating bacteria.

Ressler's taking him to the hospital.

Why children?

I don't know. Some died.

Some made miraculous recoveries.

We're taking one to
Children of Mercy now.

Children of Mercy.
So Ressler isn't with you.

No, he's taking Devane to Walter Reed.

License and registration, please.

- What are you doing?
- I've always wanted to say that.

Please, unlock the doors
and step out of the vehicle.

- Very funny.
- No, really.

Unlock the doors. I'm taking Devane.

What are you doing? Who is that?

He can't tell you anything if he's dead.

- Come on out.
- He's in federal custody.

He was. He's not anymore.

Fine. You know what? Have it your way.

Wherever he goes, I go.

You know what I always wanted to say?

I have no idea.

This is gonna be a gas!

Some kind of Vibrio bacteria.

- Vibrio vulnificus.
- It's a bacteria

that aggressively attacks
the body's soft tissue.

It can be treated with antibiotics.

Not this strain.

How do you know that?

Because I created it.

You're Norman Devane.

You're Spalding Stark. We arrested you!

You brought an FBI agent here?

It was a two-for-one sale.

The boy... is he alive?

What do you care?

He wasn't trying to kill the boy.

He was trying to cure him.

What are you talking about?
He got the kid sick.

He experimented on them. On all of them.

And some of the children survived,

but only because he wanted them
to, because he cured them.

That's right, isn't it, Norman?

- Is the boy alive?
- I know that's what you've done.

What I can't figure out is why.

Try blackmail.

Make people sick and demand
a ransom for the cure.

Is the boy okay or not?

I understand what you've been
exposed to is what you gave him.

But you also gave him the cure,

and you're wondering if it worked.

Well, we'll just have to
get back to you on that.

Let's take a stroll down
memory lane, shall we?

The drone strike.

After the strike, you went
from hundreds of victims

to... ten?

Why? What changed?

I have all day.

You? What? An hour, maybe less?

The drone strike.

In the hospital after,
I got an infection.

Drug-resistant. Nearly killed me.

Everything I did to make
other people vulnerable...

I never thought how vulnerable I was.

So that's what all of this
is about? Protecting yourself?

Finding cures to diseases you might get?

It seems the germ doctor is a germophobe.

A word to the wise and dying...
you can't cheat death.

You can't predict it or
protect yourself against it.

I can.

By testing immunotherapy drugs,

I learned to harness
the body's immune response

to fight untreatable bacteria, cancers.

You learned to do it
by experimenting on people.

And you didn't?

I gave terminally ill hope.

I didn't infect children.

Which brings us back to the boy.

Immunotherapy drugs
are carefully calibrated

to a particular individual.

The hack at the NDL.

100 million patients,
and you find a handful

who have enough in common with you

to guarantee that if the cures
worked for them,

they'd also work for you.

Did it work?

Please tell me.

As soon as you tell me
about a Russian operative

you did contract work for in 1986.

She reached out to you recently.

I want to know why.

The cure... if it worked...

Tell me about the Russian.

Tell me about her, and I'll do

everything in my power
to get you the cure.

Trust me... we want you to live.

So we can try you for mass murder.

Constance Drucker. That's her name.

She was looking for a treatment.

Is she sick?

Not for her.

Someone she cared about.

She cares for no one.

Do I have your word?

You do.

His name's...

Patrick Masuda.

- Done.
- Who are you calling?

Keen. She's at the hospital with the boy.

She'll know by now if the cure worked.

- That won't be necessary.
- And why not?

Because I have the cure right here.

He looks better already.

You're telling me that's
why Howie was admitted?

To be a lab rat?

Devane cured the headmaster's son.

He had a terminal illness,

and somehow Devane put it in remission.

So he let some maniac

infect my son with some
biological disease?!

Devane agreed to continue
treatment on the headmaster's son

if he agreed to allow him

to experiment on the students
at the school.

- To make him sick.
- To test his treatments.

He gave Howard immunotherapy
that he designed for himself.

I assume he did that for every boy.

Were they all cured?

No. They weren't.

Mr. Keller?

I've reviewed the tests
we've run on your son.

And?

And the results are very unusual.

I apologize, Spalding.

You offered your services,

and I returned the favor
by acting intemperately.

My research. This lab.
It can't be compromised.

It won't be. I just called my cleaners.

They'll take care of everything.

An FBI agent saw what you did.

Reddington killed Devane.

For refusing to cooperate?

No, Devane told him
what he wanted to hear.

Reddington shot him anyway.

Agent Ressler is as crooked
as the crooked man's cat.

You have nothing to worry about.

But apparently I do.

You haven't mentioned
my blood panel results.

We've been too busy.

Not for good news.

His cleaners are on their way
to mop up now.

You want me to let them?

You're asking if we
should look the other way.

Yeah. Again.

Let me get your chart.

No need. I have it right here.

Hello, Mr. Bloom.

Mister...?

And Mrs. Bloom. Isn't it great?

Come on!

Name tags at a wedding are genius.

One side never knows the other.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Uh, we're going to a wedding?

No, silly. We're crashing one.

Crashing. As... As Mr. and Mrs. Bloom?

They were the first ones
I saw on the table.

FYI, we're on the groom's side.

It's better this way.

No, it's not.

But it's the way it is.

About my chart.

I didn't look at it.

Why not?

Because sometimes you're
supposed to look the other way.

It was a pretty thick file, though.

I'd appreciate if you didn't mention

anything about it to Elizabeth.

I wouldn't want to cause her
any unnecessary concern.

It's no skin off my nose
one way or the other.

But I'm pretty sure honesty
really is the best policy.

I'm glad you think so, Donald.

Because I honestly
don't want her to worry.

Whether she does or not...

is entirely up to you.

♪ And loving it all ♪

♪ Ohh-ohh, hold me now ♪

♪ Ohh, warm my heart ♪

Oh! I love this song.

The song is, uh... Song's great.

Us, um... Us being here, it's...

♪ Let loving start, let loving start ♪

♪ You say I'm a dreamer ♪

♪ We're two of a kind ♪

♪ Both of us searching for some
perfect world we know... ♪

You're saying he's gonna be okay?

That he's been cured?

His infection is resistant
to every antibiotic

we've administered, but
he's improving on his own.

We're rerunning the tests
to confirm, but, yes,

it appears whatever that maniac
gave him is working.

♪ Nowhere that I'd rather be
than with you here today ♪

♪ Ohh-oh-oh, ohh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Hold me now ♪

♪ Ohh-oh, warm my heart ♪

The man you're looking for
is Gregory Flynn.

Uh... Excuse me?

Frank Bloom?

Oh, yes, but, um...

His real name is Berdy Chernov.

♪ Oh, warm my heart ♪

♪ Stay with me ♪

♪ Let loving start ♪

Excuse me. We're Mr. and Mrs. Bloom.

Our name tags seem to be missing.

♪ Ohhhhh ♪

Who were you just talking to?

- I have no idea.
- But he knew who you were.

Oh, my God. I'm telling you.

Name tags at weddings. Pure genius.

♪ You ask if I love you ♪

♪ Well, what can I say? ♪

Mrs. Bloom?

Yes, Mr. Bloom?

Wanna dance?

♪ Games that we play ♪

♪ Ohh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

I don't know what the big deal is.

It's just a silly name tag.

♪ Ohh, hold my heart ♪

♪ Warm my cold and tired heart ♪

♪ Stay with me ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, stay with me ♪

♪ Let loving start, let loving start ♪

♪ Oh-oh, hold me now ♪

Constance Drucker?

It's an alias used by the woman
who kidnapped Reddington.

Now, she hired Devane
to develop a treatment

for a man named Patrick Masuda.

And Reddington thinks Masuda
can lead him back to her.

- So we need to find him first.
- So we can get to the woman

who might have answers about my mother.

But I don't think I want them.

We went after Katarina, and
my grandfather nearly died.

You deserve to know.

Yeah, but I don't need to.

I'm happy. I've got Agnes back.

I'm not gonna risk that
to hunt for answers

about a woman I've never really known.

It isn't worth it.

Well, it's nice.

I mean, seeing you happy.

It's been a long time comin'.

Too long.

I-I meant to ask. What was
Reddington doing with Stark?

Looks like he set him up
after Stark got out of prison.

He always believed
the guy was a visionary.

Probably wanted to reinvest.

It didn't happen. There was a mix-up.

Now my contact's in the wind. I'm sorry.

I told you... with
two lines in the water,

we were bound to catch a fish,
and we did.

After all that.

The shooting in Havana.
The wedding fiasco.

But I kept feeling like there
was nothing but setbacks.

But here we are.

Made a killing on hog futures
and got a lead.

And a prognosis.

Wich was?

Stark's treatment was inefective.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes, things happens for a reason.

And sometimes I just don't
know what that reason is.

Is there anything I can do?

There is actually.

Some guy, Patrick Masuda...

I need some help to find him.