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Hey. Hey, Phoebe.
What's the matter?

I don't know
what's wrong. I...

I feel dizzy...

Hey, hey.

Honey,
you're burning up.

Phoebe. Talk to me!
Is there a doctor here?

Somebody
call an ambulance!
Wake up.

My head, that ringing...
Please... I can't...
Something's wrong.

She seems to be having
some kind of viral reaction.

Ambulance is on its way.

We have to call
the CDC right now.

Wait, that don'e sound right

Just wait, one second
That don't sound right

You can't keep me here.

Yeah, we both feel fine.

I got another.

70-91...

Can somebody please
explain what's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Dr Martin Shelby,

I'm a CDC investigator.

This facility has been placed
under quarantine.

We need to identify
who needs immediate care.

I can't breathe

Yeah, I can't breathe

I took the liberty.

Is this latex
or memory foam?

He broke into my house.

I wake up in the
middle of the night,

the man's sitting
on the edge of my bed.

Reddington has
a flair for the dramatic.

He threatened to kill me.

If you divulge
his relationship with
the FBI. So, don't.

We told you about this
to gain your trust.

Reddington just wants
you to help me find
my husband's killer.

That's what he said.

Although he seemed
more interested in where
I bought my mattress.

You said you had
a way to draw out the killer.

Uh, what do you call him...
Damascus?

LIZ: We don't know
his real name,

just that he's a cop
who's protecting drug dealers
with the Nash Syndicate.

I'm part of an inter-agency
task force trying to bring
them down.

Every time we get a lead,

Damascus tips them off
and we get nothing.

Which means whoever
killed Tom has a line in
on his task force.

So, my next meeting,
I'm gonna let it be known

that we have
a snitch of our own.

Someone inside the syndicate
who can ID Damascus.

Bobby Navarro, a former dealer
from the Syndicate who's gone
missing.

We'll tell them where
and when I'll meet Navarro,

and that he's gonna
ID Damascus.

And whoever shows up
to stop that from happening

will either be Damascus,
or someone that can lead us
to him.

Detective Singleton,
as I'm sure you agree,

a dirty cop
is a good cop's worst enemy.

Still, it's hard
to go after one of our own.

And dangerous.
I appreciate your
determination.

Agent Keen,
reach out to Reddington.

Please implore him
that moving forward,

he should stay off
the detective's mattress.

I'm sorry, I'm out.

Yes. Of jail.
Because of me.

And in exchange
for said freedom,

you owe me one genuine,
bona fide, Earl Fagen,

electrical-wires-
somehow-got-crossed
inferno.

Then you're out.

No, then I'm in.

I mean, then I'm back in.

You're waving coke
in front of an addict.

Then take a snort.

This isn't a negotiation,
it's an assignment.

I have a business
that's become a liability,

I need you to burn it down.

Critter Cabin.
We're in the book.

There you are.
I have a case.

And I have a request.

Take it easy on Singleton,
he's on our side.

For now,
because he's afraid not to be.

I find a good bedside chat
to be effective
and exhilarating.

He and I have a plan.

And if it works out,
it'll ID Tom's killer.

And then what?
If it turns out to be a cop,
what are you gonna do then?

Let the system close ranks
around one of its own?

Let him lawyer up?
Stand trial?

Juries acquit cops
even when they have video

showing those cops
shooting innocent victims.

You think a jury
will take your word over his?

Your memory?

The memory of someone
who suffered such significant
brain trauma

she was in a coma
for 10 months?

Why are you telling me this?

Because you and I
both know this doesn't
end in a courtroom.

It ends on the street.

I want you to be
prepared for that.

About this case...

The only case I'm interested
in working on is Tom's murder.

Well, unfortunately,
this is an urgent one.

There's been a rather
acute viral outbreak
in New York City,

and I'm afraid it was not
a natural occurrence.

Nine months ago,
Reddington was approached

by Jumbal Mazi Okoro,
a South African
black-market trader

who was looking to
secure a rare viral agent
for his client.

Okoro was requesting
a pathogen

with maximum
contagion capabilities.

Reddington never
facilitated the trade,
citing ethical issues.

Go figure.

But based on
this morning's incident,

Reddington believes
this client

may be responsible
for the attack in New York.

Agent Mojtabai,
is something funny?

What? Oh. Uh, no...
Sorry, I was just watching
Agent Keen.

It's, um... It's good
to have you back.

Even if it's
on restricted duty.

Thanks, Aram.

What makes Reddington think
there's a connection?

Okoro was looking to obtain
the same kind of pathogen.

A highly concentrated,
purified form
of organic chemicals.

Now, can Reddington
ID the client?

No, and neither can Okoro,
who was killed in November.

But based on
this morning's incident,

Reddington believes
his would-be client
may be active on US soil.

I'll notify HHS and Homeland.

Ressler, Navabi, coordinate
with the boots on the ground

and see if the CDC's uncovered
anything that supports this.

Lab confirmed
it's a viral pathogen.

Likely airborne
and replicating quickly.

When we arrived,
we had 26 confirmed cases.

Customers, first-responders...

In the last six hours,
that number's tripled.

What about your quarantine?
Three square blocks.

NYPD has another
12 in lockdown.

How do you know
it was a targeted attack?

Intel from
a confidential source.

Now, do you think
this may be a designer virus?

All I know is what my people
told you on the phone.
About the woman.

Here. With the notebook.
She somehow managed
to slip out

before we could ID
the infected.

Could be a mistake,
but whoever she is,
she's not here now.

Can you roll that back?

It's an inhaler.

We suspect it may contain
some kind of anti-viral agent.

Looks like we have a suspect.

Aram, I'm gonna send you
some CCTV images.

We're gonna need
an ID right away.

Tell your
confidential source,
if he knows anything else,

he's going to need to tell us,

because we're going
to have fatalities
on our hands within the hour.

Just got word of NYPD
responding to a call
at New York General.

Isn't that where
they're treating the infected?

Yes, but there may be more.
Another... Another outbreak.

They found some kind
of biological device.

It doesn't
make any sense.

Why would she try
to infect them a second time?

They were already sick.

Uh, you're not
gonna believe this,

but I don't think
we're looking at
another virus here.

Why, what is it?

It's the cure.

Sixteen people
are in serious condition.
Seven are critical.

Then tell me again,
why aren't they being
given the antidote?

The CDC wants
to test it first.
How about on the victims?

What's the worst
that could happen?
They're dying anyway.

We've confirmed it's her.
It's the same woman
who caused the infection.

Why would she infect people
only to provide them
with the cure?

Okay, hang on.
I got an ID. Here we go.

Captain Patricia Sue Edwards.
Uh, she's a biochemist.

Formerly with
the United States Army

Medical Research Institute
of Infectious Disease.

SAMRIID.
The germ warfare guys.

Married to Lieutenant
Commander Dennis Edwards,
Navy SEAL.

"All in, all the time."
The best of the best.

Yeah, well, put a pin in that.

'Cause in March, 2017,
Lieutenant Commander Edwards

was stationed in
Manbij, Syria, tasked
with securing the area

to facilitate
the liberation of Raqqa.

His record had always
been exemplary, up until
another SEAL caught him

stealing a truck
full of confiscated opium.

Was he court
Killed.

By the same SEAL
who caught him.

And a judge advocate
ruled that that SEAL was
acting in self-defense.

Did they investigate the wife?

Uh, yeah,
but nothing conclusive.

But she was stripped
of her security clearance
at USAMRIID

before resigning
her commission.

Which means she lost access
to the chemical
and biological weapons.

Apparently, she's gotten
over that hurdle.

There was a story
in the news today.

About an outbreak.

I think you'll like it.

Red, I told you from day one,
Heddie's no good.

She knows how
to cook the books,

but she's a little nutty.
Excitable. And now,
she's taken up powder.

We're about to be audited,
and so what?

Now you got this...
This guy to, what?

To light a match and... Boom.

There goes the...
The sweet little deal
we got going.

Smokey, as you well know,
Heddie did not take up powder.

She's lying in her
bed right now,

sneezing and wheezing,
swollen up like a puffer fish.

I'm afraid
all the dogs and cats
finally got the best of her.

Be that as it may,
mistakes are mistakes,

and I'm telling you,
she's out of her depth.

And now,
with the new tax law,
forget about it.

It is eaz-inc-eaz-ompr-
eaz-e-eaz-hens-eaz-ib-eaz-le.

All I can tell you for sure
is the little guys and
non-profits are screwed.

I want you to go to our vet

and find out how he disposes
of the animals he puts down.

We're gonna need
about half a dozen.

Half a dozen what?

Skeletons.
To make it look authentic.
A couple of dogs, cats.

I think we shampoo
the occasional marmot.

In order to melt
structural components,

we need a high-temperature
accelerant fire.

Your typical fire generates
about 2,000 degrees.

We add a little thermite,
we can boost that up
to 4,500 degrees.

Even if the fire department
shows up early and starts
spraying water,

they'll just aggravate
the flames.

Leaving nothing
but memories.

Look, I never said
I didn't love it,
I just said I shouldn't do it.

Earl, you have a gift.
Others create, you destroy.

Mr. Hepworth.
Thomas Dekker.

Mr. Dekker, as you know,

the IRS is conducting an audit
of Critter Cabin LLC...

Let me ask you,

how come you get to audit me
and I don't get to audit you?

About the audit...

Granted, you use my money
for some worthy causes.

Roads, schools...
But building a border wall,

prosecuting people
for smoking pot,

building even more prisons

to hold even more
young men of color?

Why should my money
finance that?

There seem to be
some discrepancies in your
unrelated business income...

Hershey. Hershey. Hershey.
You're missing the point.

If I could direct
your attention
to Form 990-T, Part 1, 4A...

The point,
the essential point, is this.
We're all sinners.

Oh. Sinning,
that's the point?

Lust. Gluttony. Sloth.
Three of my favorites.

But you're here
because of my greed.

Tell me, what's your sin,
Mr. Hepworth?

I don't...

Of course, you do.

"For all have sinned
and fall short
of the glory of God."

Testify, Brother Hershey.

Okay. I don't think that...
Don't think.

I...
Flow.

I, uh...

That's it.
Let it out. Let it out.

I hate this job.

Amen to that.

My kid, he's incredible.

And he's desperate
to go to high school
at Davenport Academy,

but the headmaster
won't let him in
because of what I do.

What I did.

I audited his sister.

Don't despair,
Brother Hershey.

Your job is what kept
your son out, and now it
will be what gets him in.

How is it gonna do that?

I'm going to do that.

In exchange for services
rendered by you.

Or, to be more precise,
not rendered by you.

Rumor is you got a bomb
to drop on the task force.

That a fact?

A tactical friggin' nuke.
I'm all a-tingle.

I tailed Keen.
She didn't lead
me to Reddington,

but she did lead me
to someone else.

Who?
Robert Navarro.

Navarro? I figured
he got himself whacked.

What he got himself
was a deal with the Feds.

Snitch.

He cut a deal.
Immunity in exchange
for everything he knows

about the Nash Syndicate.
Names. Suppliers. Amounts.

He's gonna tell
all that to the Feds?

Everything we've been trying
to find out for a year.

Talk about getting caught
with your hands in your pants.

Navarro's gonna meet
his contact this afternoon,

at a Fed safe house
on Water Street.

The Bureau's promising
transcripts.

That's not a tactical nuke,
my friend.

That' thermo-friggin'-nuclear.

Let's go drop it on the boys.

You go ahead,
I'll be right there.

We ran a sample
of Edwards' virus,

which we're uploading
to Atlanta now.

Naturally-occurring Nipah
has one strand of RNA.
Hers has two.

That sounds bad.

She genetically spliced
a secondary strand onto
the virus.

No idea why.

We'll know more
when we hear back
from Atlanta.

Network alert. Network alert.

Access denied. Access denied.

What's going on?

I don't know.
I'm locked out.

Atlanta's down.
Everyone's down.

Well, how is that
even possible?

I have no idea,
but it seems like
a biological virus

is now infecting
our entire network.

You're telling me
a human virus infected
a computer network.

How is that possible?

All right. Code is code.
Ones and zeroes.

What's changed is that
we can now manipulate
the human genome

to implant malicious
code into it.

When the infected DNA
from the victims

was analyzed and uploaded
to the CDC's network,

the computer virus
was uploaded with it.

So, the purpose of
the outbreak was to
hijack the CDC's server.

And lock us out.
But why?

The CDC server
could give her

the locations and access codes
to thousands
of deadly viruses.

Yeah, well,
the only way
I can see for sure

what she's doing
inside the system

is to physically access
the server farm.

Then that's what
you're going to do.

Sir, that's what I would
like to do. There's just
one small problem.

This is the quarantine zone.

And this,
this is the server farm

that supplies
the CDC's computer system.

That's a very
strange coincidence.

Or Edwards chose her target
with exactly that in mind.

Thank you so much,
Ms. Timmons.

The board couldn't be happier.
Now, don't forget your jersey.

Oh! Isn't it marvelous?

Very sporty.

And please...
Thank you.

Mr. Dekker, is it?
Yes.

Very impressive.
What a gymnasium.

A real shrine to athleticism.
I can just feel
the testosterone.

We've wanted
to build it for years.

But one neighbor refused
to sell an adjoining plot.

Until about five minutes ago.

The charming lady
who just left?

It's been a very good day.

Oh, well,
then allow me to make it
an even better one.

Every great athletic facility
requires spectacular
locker rooms.

For all those inspirational
pre-game sermons,
the half-time pep talks,

all that post-game
towel-snapping
and rump-slapping.

Let me be forthright.

If you're willing
to offer enrollment
at the academy

to a very, very promising
young man that I know,

then I'd be willing
to pay for those locker rooms.

That is very generous.

His name is Charlie Hepworth.

Now, I know there's been
some bad blood between...

I'm afraid that's rather
an understatement.

His father's audit
cost my sister her company.

Yes, but to be fair,
should poor Charlie

really have to suffer
the consequences

of his father's doggedness
and your sister's
indiscretions?

Thank you, Mr. Dekker,

but I'm going to
have to turn down
your generous offer.

Hmm. There must be something
I can do to change your mind.

I can't think of a thing.

Well, let's see if I can.

Can you really intercept
cell phones with that thing?

If anyone in range
makes a call, this picks up
their device ID number.

That way we get
whoever shows up,

and anyone
they reach out to for help.

Look, if I haven't said it,
thank you for this.

Coffee?

Yeah.

My girls call this
"Daddy mud."

How old are they?

Thirteen and ten.

My wife took them last year.
Found herself another guy.

I have a daughter, too.

She's not with me
right now either.

She's with her grandmother.

I have to get
through this first.

My ex's guy lives in Orlando.

Except for vacations,
my kids do, too.

Life's something, isn't it?

Unsolicited advice.

You need a better lawyer.

Make a deal.

Catch Damascus,
you go see your daughter,

and I get myself
a new lawyer.

Deal.

There's a bar code
in his window. It's a rental.

You recognize him?

No. May be hired muscle.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah. I don't know,
but there's no sign
of Navarro.

Right.

I'll go in for a closer look.

Once you enter the hot zone,

your rebreather
will have 20 minutes of air.

Beyond that,
oxygen levels fall

and the environment
inside your suit
will change dramatically.

Carbon monoxide levels spike,
causing nausea, dizziness...

Got it. So, uh,
what you're saying is

if the virus doesn't kill me,
the suit will.

Nothing is going to kill you.

Look, we got you
on comms so we can physically
guide you to the servers.

Once you get there,
tap the terminal,

figure out what Edwards
is doing in there and get out.

Okay, listen.
You can do this.

You're going to be
great, okay?

What?

I have to pee.

Kidding. Totally kidding.
I'm just...

Come on, I'm trying
to lighten the mood here.

It's... Oh, okay.

You getting this?

Not yet.

He's leaving.

Yeah. Nobody.
The place is empty.

I don't know,
maybe you got bad intel,
but there's nobody here.

We're not gonna
get another shot at this.

We won't need one.

Aram,
when you exit the elevator,

there's gonna be a door
to your immediate right.

That's the door
to the server room.

I see it.

How am I doing on oxygen?

Nine minutes.

Nine minutes, huh?

Actually, eight.

All right, Aram,
you gotta listen to me.

You're looking for
the server row D-52.

That's gonna be
the fourth row
from the east wall.

Dr. Moshay, this is probably
as good a time as any

to tell you I admire
the CDC and the work you do.

But, um, perhaps one
of your scientists could...

You know, could find a way
to equip these hazmat suits

with a, you know, simple, uh,
inline recirculating fan

to cool them off a bit.
The... Oh, okay, I found it.
I found it.

D-52. We're here.
It's... Okay. Okay.

Seven minutes.
He'll make it.

All right. I need
the root password.

It's 12-Net-4-Hotel-Bravo.

Honestly, I can't...
I can't really see
through this mask. It's...

Okay... I'm in. I'm in.

All right. Now, I'm...
Scanning for
unknown processes.

He's burning through his air
faster than he should be.

We need to pull him out.

Aram, you need to focus.

I am. I just...
I can't see here, so...

But you're
gonna have to.

Aram, listen to me.
Do you remember Thanksgiving?

Do you remember that diatribe
your brother-in-law
went on about immigration?

Do you remember how you coped?

I gorged on apple cobbler.

You told me you breathed.

I breathed.

You tried to breathe.

And remember what
happened when you focused
on your breathing?

We need to call it.

You said you found
a sense of calm,

you were able
to separate yourself
from anxiety and just be.

Uh, Samar? This is, um...

It's, like, super cool of you,
I know you're helping,
but I figured it out.

She's jumped the system.
What does that mean?

Okay, government
computer systems
are networked.

And if what I'm seeing here
is right, then Edwards is
using the CDC portal

to launch a search in SIPRNet
and the DOD.

Those are the most classified
networks in the country.

She's trawling
their databases.

Looking for what?

That's just it. She's using
some kind of DNA sample
in her search.

It's not a what. It's who.

I think she's looking
for somebody.

So, the virus
outbreak was all just
a way to ID someone.

Yeah, she has some DNA
and she's looking to put
a name to it.

Who
Loved one?
Enemy.

I wanna know
the second you find out.

Whoever it is
may need our protection.

Agent Keen.
Bad time?

Not at all. Come in.
Did anyone take the bait?

Yes. A merc, some muscle.

But he was reporting
to whoever sent him.

And that's probably
the person I'm looking for,
which is why I need your help.

Tell me. What can I do?

The guy who showed up,
Singleton intercepted
his phone. A burner.

If you intercepted him,
you must know who he called.

I do. One number,
also a burner.
I'll geolocate him.

I know you're in the middle
of a big case...

Do it. The CDC's
confirming the antidote.
We'll track the DNA.

You're sure?

Of course. It's imperative
we find Tom's killer.

How... A quit claim?

But we were in contract.

As Old Man Quimby,
my fencing instructor,
used to say,

"If ifs and buts were
candy and nuts, oh,
what a Christmas we'd have."

My God, I loved the foil.

That woman agreed
to sell to us!

Well, as it turns out,
you weren't offering
quite enough.

She accepted
my proposal over the most
delicious buckwheat blini,

and a tour of her
surprisingly vast collection

of ceramic salt
and pepper shakers.

But the funny thing is,
I have absolutely no use
for the place.

If only there were something
you could do

to help me think
of a constructive way
to develop the property.

Any good ideas?
No.

Really?
Absolutely not.

Maybe a massage parlor.
The athletes would love it.

Oh, my God.

Fine, I'll admit him.

The Hepworth kid.
If you throw in
the locker room.

"If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride."

Ah, Quimby. The man was
a walking aphorism.

We found out who
Edwards was looking for.

Caleb James Cronin,
retired Navy SEAL.

She was looking up his DNA.

That explains
the extraordinary steps
she's taken.

The ID of anyone
in Special Ops
is highly classified.

What it doesn't explain
is why she cares.

Because Cronin
killed her husband.

The opium.

He's the one who
caught Edwards stealing it.

JAG ruled it was self-defense.

Apparently,
she'd like to render
her own verdict.

If she knows who he is,
it won't take her long

to find out where he is.
We need to find him first.

Lieutenant Caleb Cronin?

What the hell was that?

Invite me inside
and I'll explain.

Red, I been thinking
about this all wrong.

You're the fancy fugitive
the IRS can't touch,

but Heddie and I,
our names are
all over the place.

This audit
is gonna land us in jail,
where she definitely belongs,

but me, I need to feel
the sun on my face
and the breeze on my neck.

So, here you go.

Uh, Dachshund, husky, chow,
pug, beagle, two Siamese,

a chinchilla,
and my appreciation
for torching the place.

Smokey, as it turns out,
that won't be necessary.

He promised me a sure thing,
gives me Viagra,

and all I have to show for it
is a four-hour erection.

Who knew an IRS agent
would be so amenable.

Wait.
Uh, you're not burning
down the place?

Did you hear what I said?
We'll go to jail for this.

Brother Hershey.
Behold, a miracle.

You got Charlie
into Davenport?

I just... I can't
thank you enough.

Of course, you can.
That's why I did it.

You know, there's
nothing I've wanted more

than for my son
to go to Davenport.

And, um...

If it were in my power
to bury this audit, I would.

But it is in your power,
you're the auditor.

Yes, I was when we
came to our understanding,
but there's been a change.

I'm out, and, um,
Larry Hotchkiss is in.

He'll be here tomorrow at 9:00
to examine your books.

I am so sorry.

So am I,
Brother Hershey.
So am I.

It appears we're going to need
that chinchilla after all.

Okay. Come on.

All right,
I'm geolocating now.

Singleton. Can you talk?
You got a location?

Almost.

Okay, okay, okay.

All right. Looks like...
There. There. 447 Skidmore.

Did you get that? 447...
SINGLETON: Call the burner.

What
What good's that gonna do?

It will tell me
what member of the task force
killed your husband.

That address, 447 Skidmore.
That's your office.

Call the number.

Not until we get units there.
You need...

Singleton.

Is there a problem?

I hope not.

Your girls are
in Orlando, right?

You can open your mouth,
but the thing is,
whatever happens to me,

I've got people, Norm.

A lot of people.

You do anything stupid,

now, those girls of yours,
they're gonna pay.

Let's go for a ride.

That cough is your body
trying to fight
the genetic material

I've introduced
into your bloodstream.

It'll be followed
by a migraine, double vision.

Your brain is swelling,
Lieutenant, and it will
continue to swell

until your skull
can't accommodate its size.

Look, whatever this is...

There is a cure, however.

And I have it,

but for that, I'm gonna need
something in return.

Who are you?

Dennis Edwards, Navy SEAL.

Manbij, Syria.
You remember him?

He was my husband.

It wasn't my fault.
What happened,
your husband's death, it...

It was an accident.

You convinced JAG
that he stole
a truckload of opium,

but I know differently.

I know because
he delayed shipping out
to find out who'd done it.

No. That's...

That is not right.
Whatever he told you...

When my husband's effects
were returned,

there was blood
on his uniform.

I tested it. I found
two sets of DNA.

His and the Navy SEAL
who killed him. You.

I know you stole the opium.

I know you blamed it
on my husband,

then murdered him
to cover your tracks.

What I don't know
is who else was involved.

You've heard about
the outbreak?

That was me.

I've infected you
with an accelerated variant.

You'll be dead in three hours
unless you get the antidote.

So, Lieutenant...

Who helped you
kill my husband?

Oh, God.

Earl, I've been thinking.

Who am I to stand
between you and your calling?

You can make disappear
in one hour

what it took 100 men
a year to create.

I take it the IRS
wasn't so amenable after all?

There may have been
a slight hiccup.

Men plan, God laughs.

The audit begins tomorrow.
9:00 a.m.

Only there is no God.
It's just all a big
chemical reaction.

Can you do it by then?

I need someone
who sees the fire in my eyes

and wants to play with it.

Is that a yes or a no?

Or is a haiku
sometimes just a haiku?

I have five smoke detectors,

16 sprinkler heads
and a backflow preventer
to install.

Well, then...

The plan's in my head.
Supplies are in the van.

Every shred of evidence
will be reduced to ashes
by dawn.

I do see the fire
in your eyes.

And it's terrifying.

FBI!

Keep your head down!
Move!

Clear!

Ressler.
Outside is clear!

Think she infected him?

Or tried. Obviously,
there was some kind
of struggle.

Well, he gets the upper hand.
He's bigger, a trained SEAL.

And take her where?
She came here to kill him,
to get her revenge.

Agents. This is Jill Conway,
a neighbor from
across the street.

I saw them. He had a gun.

All right, get her
full statement.
Thank you.

Aram, we may have
a hostage situation.

I need you to run
a full profile on Cronin.

Credit cards,
vehicle registration,
the works.

Okay, I'm on it.

You need to let me drive.
Please, I can help.

Stop! Just...
How much further?

Left at the light,
onto Shore Boulevard.

I never wanted to kill you.

I just wanted
to clear my husband's name.

Okay, guys, a traffic cam
clocked Cronin's vehicle
three minutes ago,

heading westbound on 495.

I've got an NYPD unit
tailing them now.

They're headed
towards Astoria.

That's where Edwards lives.
They're headed to her house.

Aram, have NYPD
set a perimeter,

have them run him
onto a service road
at Hell Gate Bridge.

Call Dr. Moshay
at the CDC.

Tell her that
we have a likely infection.

We need response
units on-site.

What've we got?

He's symptomatic,
likely infected,
which means she is, too.

I've asked law enforcement
to keep them at bay
until you arrive.

Need you to tell me
if it's safe to send
my people in to treat 'em.

So, you can treat them?

Yes. Atlanta cleared
the antidote.

And we have doses onsite,
ready to go.

What about him?
Is he armed?

We think so.

Then it's not safe
to treat them.

Where are you going? Ressler.

All right, hold on.
Not so fast.

I need medicine.
She infected me with
some kind of... Some virus.

Where's the weapon?
Did you hear me?

This woman,
she's the reason...

She's infected half the city.

Look, I asked you a question.
Where's the weapon?

I only wanted
to clear my husband's name,

and to prove his innocence.
I didn't want
anybody to get hurt.

His innocence?

Hey, hold up.
What does she mean,
"his innocence"?

Are you insane?

Officers, this man
takes another step forward,

you have permission to shoot.
He doesn't have much time.

How about we
make a little trade?

Your life for the truth
about Dennis Edwards.

I already told the truth.

Look, unless you wanna
leave here in a hazmat bag,
you're gonna tell me

what really happened
to this woman's husband
in Raqqa.

Please. I'm begging you.

He's gonna die.

Yeah, I guess so.

Okay, stop!

Just stop.

The opium.

We took it.

Edwards figured it out.
He was gonna turn us in.

I want names.

Oz Stone. Hank McGraw.

Who pulled the trigger?

I did, okay?
Are you happy? I shot him!

Bring him in.

When it's safe,
arrest them both.

Hey, Singleton, it's me again.

Uh... You don't
seem to be home,

and you don't
answer your calls.

So, I'm getting
a little worried.

Call me back
when you get this.

Singleton?

He's not at home?

No. He's not answering
his cell either.

That's what I was afraid of.

Why do you say that?

It may be nothing.

I'm gonna give you an address.

Where the hell
you been, hmm?

The auditor
is in the bathroom,
washing up for the kill.

I couldn't bring myself
to burn it down.
I like it here.

Oh! Well, good for you.

Why don't you stay here
and pat the pets?

We'll be in jail
with the animals.

I don't think so.

Yeah. I should've known,
sooner or later,

you'd throw Heddie and me
under the bus.

Smokey, shut your mouth,
and look and learn.

Oh, Mr. Dekker,
it's your lucky day.

Why is that?

Our field office
caught fire last night.

Yeah, a wire shorted
in the basement,

sparked a bag
of deicing chemical
someone left down there.

We, uh, store the materials
we prepare for audits
in the basement.

As a result, yours has been
indefinitely postponed.

That is a bit of luck.

We'll be in touch.

I assume that you assume
the fire was the work
of an arsonist.

We did, but we found
no evidence of it.

All we do know is
that the fire started
inside the smoke alarm.

Ha! How ironic.

Who drain the spirits
from the jars

Hop the fences
Steal the cars

Run on fumes
and from the north

And burn for us
right through the fall

Present arms!
Ready. Aim. Fire!

Ready. Aim. Fire!

Ready. Aim. Fire!

Hitch their dresses
past the knees

Spilling to the floor
like ease

They swing the bridges
one and more

And burn for us
right through the fall

All our running ahead

All our running ahead

All our running ahead

And we'll seize
the captain's wheel

A mutiny we've come to feel

And well, their aiming's
gone from view

With everything
we thought to do

Oh, the devil won't have me

* I wonder who will

Mr. Fagen.

I was staring at those trees,
thinking how I wanted
to burn them.

I realize that I've stoked
the flame, so to speak.

Which is why
I brought you this.

"Embrace the Struggle"?

Zig Ziglar at his
most persuasive.

Are you familiar
with his work?

He's a motivational speaker.

Who motivated me
to quit smoking and shoot
from the neck down.

And you think
he can motivate me
not to burn those trees?

A retainer.

For services not yet rendered.

Read the book.
Think positive.
Control your urges.

And I'll put your gift
to good use.

All our running

All our running

All our running

Stabbed. Multiple times.
Wallet gone.

They're saying
it was a robbery.

I want
witness statements,

CCTV footage,
and a forensic report
on my desk an hour ago.

Nobody sleeps until
we find the son-of-a-bitch
who did this.

Elizabeth...

What is it?

That's him.

The bald man. Damascus.

That's the man
who killed Tom.

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