Merriam!
Damn it.
Merriam!
Rosa, where's Merriam?
You okay, Mr. Bob?
I'm not okay. I need my inhaler.
-What's going on? -He's having trouble again.
I don't know what the hell's wrong. I can't get my breath.
-Is it your chest? -Rosa, I found another one.
It's that feeling again, that damn scratching, like my breath--
I feel--
I can't--
Oh, no! -Bob!
Respiratory distress. Obstruction of the airway.
Anaphylaxis? -No allergies.
Wife said he was ill with shortness of breath.
Tell O.R. 8 we're on our way.
-Nasotracheal intubation? -We don't have time. Establish an airway.
SpO2 approaching 80 percent.
Open his cricothyroid. Avoid his cervical spine.
Yesterday morning, a biotech-company executive met a gruesome death.
Yeah. I'm not playing this game.
I'm giving you a case.
You're giving me a lead for you,
so that you can keep on doing whatever it is you're doing.
I'm picking a jury of my peers.
Wouldn't that be a colorful lot.
You gave us The Pharmacist, so that Dembe could get five minutes with him.
You asked for a psych eval, so you'd be sent to a mental-health facility
where someone you needed was a patient.
If you're accusing me of using the task force
to assist me in avoiding the hangman's noose, guilty as charged.
I want to help you, but I can't if you don't tell me what it is you're doing.
I'm fighting for my life. And you are helping more than you know.
Why can't you just be honest with me?
You remind me so much of your mother.
I don't remember if I've ever told you that before, have I?
There are a lot of things you haven't told me.
I'm here because someone betrayed me, someone close.
Under the circumstances, it's hard to know who to trust.
Okay. Tell me about the case.
What do you know about entomological warfare?
For over a thousand years, human beings have been weaponizing insects.
In the 12th century, wasps' nests were catapulted into enemy towns.
During the Cold War, the Pentagon developed plans to produce
a hundred million yellow-fever-infected mosquitoes per month.
And the most notorious Japanese war criminal
in World War II was General Shiro,
who bred bubonic-plague-carrying insects
that killed tens of thousands of Chinese.
Did Red give you a case or a history lesson?
Both. A year ago, a patent attorney was found suffocated in his office.
Why? An infestation of deadly beetles had eaten the lining of his lungs.
Ew.
Six months ago, it was a chemical manufacturer's turn.
Yesterday, the head of a biotech company.
Eaten from the inside by beetles.
Apparently. According to Reddington,
they were put there by a modern-day General Shiro.
Am I right in assuming this case has something to do with his defense?
Yes, he wouldn't tell me.
Our deal with Reddington has been invalidated. He stands accused of treason.
Is this your reminder that by working with him, we may be aiding and abetting?
It's a possibility, especially if we pursue cases in which his agenda is obscure.
We're in, if that's what you're asking.
Samar, Aram, look into what connects the victims.
The man who died yesterday--
Bob Lockemy, founder of Lockemy Technology.
Go to the M.E. See what he can tell you about the insects that killed him.
We agree with Mr. Reddington.
Jury questionnaires can be sent to potential jurors prior to jury selection.
But he wants to ask 382 questions, most of which require essay answers.
It'd take jurors days to complete.
I'm sorry if you find the process of selecting a fair jury
to be inconvenient, Mr. Sima.
But you are trying to kill me for a crime I didn't commit.
The problem is not inconvenience. It's relevance. Example:
Question 133, I quote, "Compare and contrast the role of memory
in the works of Proust and Dickens, with examples."
How can I judge one's character if I don't know their views on great literature?
-This is absurd. -In case you haven't read a newspaper,
all of our lives are playing out in the theater of the absurd these days.
Your Honor, I believe the prosecution wants to intentionally
dumb down the jury questionnaire because he wants to attract dumb jurors.
Because Mr. Sima wants a jury of unsophisticated, unthinking sheep
who will blindly convict me of treason out of some misguided notion
that it's the patriotic thing to do.
I, on the other hand, want astute jurors,
people who can understand the complicated evidence I plan to present,
capable of evaluating not only my motives but those of the government.
-The literature question is stricken. -Excellent.
That sort of bias will only aid in my appeal,
should the government win this round of play.
We also object to question 134, "Who is your favorite classical composer?"
Okay, I will not be judged by anyone who likes Schumann.
I refuse to be sent to my death by philistines.
I love Schumann.
"Fantasie in C Major" was played at my mother's funeral this past summer.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Mr. Reddington, 40 questions should be sufficient.
No essays, keep it simple, and don't waste my time.
Dr. Maguire, thanks for meeting with us.
So, what do you have?
It appears that your victim suffocated.
On insects?
Best I could tell, some water beetle.
They're scavengers and fierce predators.
But what I don't understand
is how the larva were able to survive in digestive enzymes and stomach acids.
I thought you said he suffocated.
That is the cause of death. But I found larval remnants
in his stomach wall and digestive tract. He may have ingested them.
These creatures were literally feeding on him, eating from the inside out.
My guess is that they migrated into his bronchial tubes and lungs.
And the incision in the neck, well, that simply provided an escape hatch.
Just a guess. I'm not an expert. You should talk to an entomologist.
Know anyone you can recommend?
Not personally, but I do know that Dr. Jonathan Nikkila,
he worked at the same company as your victim.
If there's anyone who can help you find the person who did this, I'm sure he can.
"The government wouldn't spend the time charging someone with treason
if they were innocent."
"Innocent" is misspelled, by the way.
And the apostrophe is misplaced in "wouldn't."
None of these answers instill me with great confidence in our jury pool.
We'll find the right people.
Thanks.
Why is it that spiritual advisers such as yourself
are always so insistently optimistic?
Once I'd like to hear a man of the cloth say, "Yep, this sucks."
Dembe, we need a juror I can count on.
One person capable of convincing the others to vote not guilty.
The jurors are chosen randomly.
Yes, from the registered voter logs, the IRS and Department of Motor Vehicles.
Fortunately, we have a friend at the DMV.
Dembe. Come in.
Good to see you, old friend.
I'd shake, but I got sandwich hands. Ha-ha-ha.
Thank you for seeing me.
No sweat. Anything for you and the old man. How's he holding up?
-It's not good. -Is it the food?
Gulping down government cheese and dishwater stew. Ugh.
It's enough to make a man want to go vegan.
We have a situation you may be able to help us with.
It's the jury pool. Raymond needs people agreeable to him.
I could go to jail for that.
If he's found guilty, they'll try and put him to death.
Ahh. When you say it like that.
You have access to the voter logs via the DMV records.
Raymond needs to know if you can access the logs,
put a friend on the panel.
Can you make that happen?
I've got friends.
Little Robbie Funkhauser in the Big Apple office. Uh...
There's Yaling in I.T., who carries a bit of a torch for me.
Let me poke around, see what I can do.
-Do it quietly. -Don't worry about me, Dembe.
This is just "between friends."
Tell the big man to hang in there.
Old Jelly Bean's got his back.
Serious.
Thank you for helping us.
Of course. Bob was like a mentor to me. I am devastated by the news.
Did you have a chance to look at what the M.E. sent over?
I have, and it's terrifying.
You are looking at a genetically-modified version
of a predacious diving beetle known as the Dytiscidae.
-"Predacious"? -Predatory.
There are over 4000 types of carnivorous beetles.
-But none that prey on humans. -Not naturally, no.
But nothing about what happened was natural.
The gestation period of the Dytiscidae is at least a week.
There's no reason the larvae should've survived inside his body
for that long after the eggs had hatched.
That's what the medical examiner said happened.
I can't explain it. All I know is that someone made alterations.
Those are its jaws.
By my math, they are four times normal size.
Talk about weaponized.
But why go to the trouble to make a super bug?
I mean, there are easier ways to kill people.
Well, not if you want to be ironic. He sent a bug to kill a bug killer.
Lockemy Technologies made pesticides.
Powerful ones like Hexapene, which I developed when I worked there.
It was designed for use after natural disasters like hurricanes,
when the waters left behind could breed potentially disease-infected insects.
Some thought it was too powerful, so it was not approved for commercial use.
But I still got death threats.
-For killing diseased bugs? -You sound very rational.
In the environmental world, that thinking is in short supply.
Someone from the environmental community targeted Lockemy.
I was a lowly technician. Bob was CEO. If I got death threats, I'm sure he did.
We believe our killer fashions himself as a latter-day General Shiro.
Does that mean anything to you?
General Shiro was a war criminal.
But his knowledge of how to weaponize the insect world was so great
that instead of executing him,
the Allies hired him to teach us how to wage a bio war.
If the man you are looking for fashions himself after Shiro,
it means to get his point across,
he doesn't care how many people he kills.
Hexapene is what connects the three victims.
Lockemy ran the company that developed it.
Steiner was the attorney he hired to patent it.
Helfrich was the chemist he used to manufacture the pesticide.
Hexapene wasn't approved for commercial use.
Not yet. But according to SEC filing,
Lockemy was lobbying Congress and the FDA for approval.
And now someone's killed everyone involved in making that happen.
I got something. This is Lockemy's calendar.
Business meetings, speeches, lunches he'd scheduled,
including one a week ago with Dick Kendel.
-Wait. The clean-air guy? -The clean-air guy, the clean-water guy.
In the environmental community, he is the guy.
His current crusade? Leading the fight to ban pesticides like Hexapene.
Kendel is a lobbyist. Maybe he had lunch with Lockemy,
so he could change his mind.
Maybe, but he did have lunch with him a week ago.
-So? So Dr. Nikkila told us
the gestation period for these bugs is a week.
A week ago, our killer found a way to get Lockemy
to eat or drink their way into his system.
What better way to do that than at lunch on K Street?
Find Kendel. Bring him in. Looks like we found our latter-day General Shiro.
What about this broad? Fay Macmannis.
She's a registered Libertarian. They're "hear no evil, see no evil."
Put her in the maybe pile. What about Marlene Sucha?
Carnegie Hill address. Salmon-pants territory.
Blue blazers, family crests, très law and order. Pass.
-What? -I was thinking,
with your access to the big man's finances, uh...
You know, never mind. Bad idea.
What's a bad idea?
Doesn't matter. It's stupid.
What if we leave him?
-Leave who? -Reddington. I mean, let him rot.
With your access to his money and my connections,
we could clean him out, vanish.
-That's a terrible idea. -Unless it's not.
We let him think we tried, did everything we could, but it didn't work.
Reddington takes a ride on the pale horse.
We abscond with the dough, 50-50 split, 40-60.
Whatever you think is fair. Point is, you and I are great together.
You can feel that. I know you can.
Like brothers from another mother. The White Stripes. The Black Keys.
Dembe, you and I could do great things together.
I'm screwing with you. You think I'm nuts? He'd kill us both.
You should've seen your face.
We have to find someone.
Yeah, yeah, after lunch. I am starving.
Dying for one of those teriyaki bowls, extra cabbage. Want one?
-Didn't you just eat? -Don't worry.
We'll figure it out. Unless you want to let the old man rot.
I'm only kidding, but not really. Either way, think about it.
I'll get an extra teriyaki bowl. You'll thank me later.
Mr. Kendel, FBI. Open up, please.
Do you hear that?
-What is that? -I don't hear anything.
Mr. Kendel?
Hello?
Maybe we're too late. Maybe he killed Lockemy and fled.
Maybe not.
Mr. Kendel?
So much for finding our killer.
This doesn't make any sense.
Lockemy, Steiner and Helfrich lobbied to make Hexapene legal.
Kendel lobbied to keep it illegal.
Why would someone who kills people because he hates pesticides
kill someone who hates pesticides?
-Time of death? -Both died within an hour of each other.
So we thought Kendel poisoned Lockemy at lunch.
But someone else poisoned them both.
We'll worry about why later. Right now, all that matters is who.
Our only lead is the restaurant. Get there. See what you can find.
Written answers having been given, we will proceed to in-person interviews.
Given this is a death-penalty case, each side has 20 peremptory challenges.
Does defense counsel understand the nature of such challenges?
Yes. By the time the jury is seated, there won't be a Schumann lover.
This should be fun.
Treason is pissing on our flag, going against our own people.
Anybody who does that deserves to die. I'd pull the trigger myself.
We'll keep you in mind for that.
You're a professor of criminal psychology.
Are you confident you could be impartial in assessing evidence?
I am. In fact, I have been before.
My sister was the victim of a violent crime.
-I'm a veteran. Two tours in Iraq. -Thank you for your service.
If a man's broken a law, he's broken a law. Ain't no way around it.
It's why we got laws.
But you could bring back a verdict without fear or prejudice?
Of course, yes.
-I'd ask this juror be dismissed for cause. -Grounds?
A member of her family was victimized by crime.
I think it's reasonable to question her ability to be impartial.
-She said she could be fair-minded. -I'm sure she believes that.
Motion to strike for cause is denied.
If you have concerns, you can use one of the few peremptory strikes.
-No, thank you. It's simple. If more were executed,
the death penalty would work the way it should,
and criminals might think twice.
I'd give a dozen strikes to dismiss this juror.
I put my life on the line to defend this country. Friends of mine have died for it.
If this guy's guilty of betraying the U.S., capital punishment is appropriate.
-I move to strike for cause. -Because he's a veteran?
-No, because he already thinks I'm guilty. -"If" you're guilty.
How long have I been with ACLU?
Twenty-eight years. I'm a card-carrying member.
-Would you care to see the card? -That won't be necessary.
-This is acceptable to the defense. Not the prosecution.
-Peremptory strike. -Move to strike.
-Please strike. -Strike.
I detest political correctness,
conventional wisdom, or government intrusion.
Do you believe in the rule of law?
The best and the brightest should rule, not the law.
The defense accepts and welcomes this juror.
Move to strike.
So you like pugs.
No, I love pugs.
Even with all the scratching and the wheezing, drooling and the gassiness?
That is a myth. Pugs don't suffer--
I think you love them because they suffer. Or perhaps because you suffer.
This is jury selection, not group therapy.
This juror favors the death penalty and her husband was a cop.
With all due respect, she certainly qualifies as an obvious dismissal.
I'm aware. I'm also aware that you are out of peremptory challenges.
You may strike subsequent jurors for good cause only.
And loving pugs isn't cause.
Oh, well, you see, but it is. It's cause for hope.
Only people with a healthy dose of empathy
are capable of caring for beasts with such deficits.
-Did you call my pugs "beasts"? That's what some see.
You see something else.
I know what I see and I don't like it.
Give it time. I've been known to wheeze and scratch.
I prefer not to discuss the drool and the flatulence.
This juror is acceptable to the defense.
Good to know. I'm seating her. Ma'am, you may be excused.
Call the next juror.
Okay, here I am. Ready to serve.
Okay, who's got questions?
Your Honor, we've been at this for several hours now.
Might we take our midmorning break? I'm feeling a little unwell.
-Just 15 minutes till I get my legs back. Very well.
We shall be in recess.
Poisoned? While eating here?
-We believe so, yes. -They had lunch here a week ago.
I don't remember them. But there was an incident in the kitchen.
-What incident? -A stranger wandered in.
One of the busboys followed him out.
Nothing was taken, so I didn't give it thought.
Is the busboy here? We'd like to speak to him.
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
He may be able to ID the killer.
I want to cooperate with you, and I'm sure he does too,
but you're with the FBI and he's--
Undocumented.
And in the current climate,
people are reluctant to talk to law enforcement, even about murder.
We're not looking to report anyone. We're just looking for some answers.
Me llamo Aram.
That's the extent of my Spanish. It was first period in high school.
And I've never really been much of a morning person. Right.
Okay. Uh--
Here's the thing.
My parents were refugees.
Agent Navabi was a political refugee herself.
Tell him that we both believe in amnesty.
And that we'll go as soon as he tells us what he knows.
He saw a man in the kitchen.
He asked him what he's doing here. And he took off.
He chased him down the block.
Where he saw him get into a taxi in front of Hotel Macon.
Thank you.
-We both feel that way? -Well, I wanted him to feel comfortable.
I didn't think trying to convince him you're a lovable Zionist was the way to do it.
Agents Navabi and Mojtabai, FBI. We need to speak with head of security
about surveillance footage you have of the cab stand.
-The plate on the cab is yours. -My cab, my crazy passenger.
-You remember him? -Sure.
Guy jumps in, tells me this story about being chased by a jealous husband
and that I should drive as fast as I can.
Drive where?
Federal agents!
Show me your hands. FBI!
FBI!
Door.
Clear.
Room clear!
This is disturbing.
-What is it? -Beetle larva.
All has probably been genetically modified.
-How much to kill someone? -Oh, a thimble-full, if that.
Looks like he plans to kill again.
Yeah, it does. Again and again.
And again.
-What happened? I don't know.
Glen? Honestly. Glen?
We only found three names.
If it isn't bad enough, now my fate rests in the hands of Jelly Bean Carter.
-This is him. -I'm not talking to him.
Raymond, you're operating in the dark. See what he knows.
What are you doing here? Where are the people I asked for?
I couldn't risk putting your fate in the hands of strangers.
Strange--?
Glen, Dembe gave you specific instructions.
-I can do this, boss. Trust me. -Don't call me "boss." You cannot do this.
You want to second-guess me, go right ahead.
Haters gonna hate. That's what they do.
-I don't know what that means. -I won't let you down.
Not today, not tomorrow, not no how, not no way.
And that, my friend, is the name of that tune.
I might as well just ask the judge to let me go lie down in traffic.
Mr. Carter, have you followed any of the media coverage regarding this case?
News? Never watch it. I like the show with those ladies. You know, the wives?
Social media?
Bullies and porn. Don't care for one, don't need the other.
-Ever heard of Raymond Reddington? -Can't say I have.
Have you formed an opinion of the defendant's guilt or innocence?
Knew a Fred Reddington once. Had four nipples.
As fascinating as that may be, just answer the question.
I don't judge a book by its cover.
What is your feeling about the death penalty?
I get prejudged plenty. I try not to return the favor.
If you were asked to impose--
Guess you could say I'm not unlike that blindfolded beauty, Dame Justice,
up there in her silky robe.
No bias, no prejudice. I don't discriminate.
Or follow simple instructions.
Except against cats. I hate cats. Besides that, I'm good.
I'm sorry. What was your question?
Exactly. Move to dismiss the juror.
On what grounds? That he's open-minded?
That the abuse that's been heaped upon him
as a result of his decidedly unpleasant personality
has made him reluctant to do unto others as they have so often done unto him?
This isn't a popularity contest.
Mr. Sima's dismissiveness is, I'm sure, an all-too-familiar event in this man's life.
He's odd and annoying and clearly incapable of following instruction.
It's safe to say that even those who know him best,
especially those who know him best,
probably hold him in remarkably low regard.
But the lamentable characteristics that make him an outcast
are the very ones that make him perfectly suited to sit on this jury.
Beholden to no one because no one likes him.
Capable of making up his own mind
because he's incapable of listening to anyone else.
He is an outcast, maybe even deservedly so.
But if he's able to administer blind justice in this case,
I think we should give him a chance with the blindfold.
Whatever justice this juror may have been intending to administer
will hardly be blind after defense counsel's remarks on his behalf.
I'm not sure he was damning with faint praise or praising with faint damnation.
If the juror insists he's impartial, I'm inclined to take him at his word.
So I made the cut.
You did. Thank you in advance for your service.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
And may I say, unlike my last judge, you are a tall drink of water.
Your last judge? You said you hadn't served on a jury before.
I wasn't on the jury. I was the defendant. I won 100K at a craps table in Reno.
Casino took me to court for sliding dice.
And did you slide dice?
-Six boxcars in a row. -So you're a convicted felon?
Or a parable for our times, the common man,
forced to do something uncommon to make ends meet.
I bought a sweet condo, that's for sure.
Mr. Reddington, as moving as your boundless empathy for this man may be,
a convicted felon may not serve on a jury. You're dismissed.
For what? Leveling the playing field? Odds of rolling a pair of sixes is 36 to 1.
House only pays 31 to 1 and you think I'm the crook here?
What about a jury of his peers, huh?
You can't have a bunch of pocket protectors.
This is Raymond Reddington we're talking about.
-I thought you didn't know who he was. -I don't. Not in a biblical sense.
That's not how I roll.
Mr. Carter, you should roll on out of here.
We had it wrong about Lockemy and Kendel being on opposite sides.
They both wanted to legalize Hexapene.
Files from the Blacklister's lab indicate that Lockemy paid Kendel
to support legislation being considered by Congress.
Paid his organization $3 million to do an independent analysis.
For that money, hard to stay independent.
Have you been able to ID the Blacklister?
Not yet. We've looked through the tax records on the property.
But it's owned by a holding company. TAC team's on site. He hasn't showed.
Kendel sold out and paid with his life.
Lockemy, Steiner and Helfrich were killed for being true believers.
Dr. Nikkila's not only a true believer. He invented Hexapene.
Reach out to him.
Get him a security detail and somebody to monitor what he eats and drinks.
We also found a press release that Kendel's organization
was scheduled to release today in support of Hexapene.
Why today? Press releases are tied to a news event.
The legislation that Congress is considering to legalize Hexapene,
the Committee on Energy and Commerce is holding a hearing today.
And the Blacklister had the date circled in his calendar.
We're on our way.
We found Dr. Nikkila. -That's a relief.
Not where we found him.
The hearing you're on your way to, Dr. Nikkila is the witness.
We've contacted Capitol Police, but don't have a description of the unsub.
Are they willing to postpone?
Shut down Capitol Hill over a toxic beetle larva? It's not gonna happen.
Have you reached out to Nikkila?
He's not answering. We've left messages, phone and text.
This man will strike again at the hearing.
-When does it start? -Five minutes ago.
Good morning. My name is Dr. Jonathan Nikkila.
I want to begin by thanking you for inviting me to testify.
I am confident that before the hearing concludes,
you will agree with me that the question of whether or not to legalize Hexapene
is, quite literally, a matter of life and death.
Yes, I personally developed the pesticide in question, Hexapene.
So I can vouch for its efficacy.
There are environmentalists who worry about its effect on people.
It's true that like all pesticides, Hexapene can have negative effects on humans.
But that is not really the point.
Harm to humans isn't the--
I'm sorry. I was asking, isn't harm to humans the whole point?
Agents Ressler and Keen, FBI.
Talbert, Capitol Police. We spoke. EMT's en route.
Dr. Nikkila. Can you take us to him?
The real threat Hexapene poses is to the insects, not humans.
It decimates insect populations.
Not just the insects it targets, all insects.
It is not the only one.
Pesticides are causing cataclysmic die-offs of insects throughout the world.
It is not just honeybees.
I think we're getting off topic. The issue is the harm caused to humans.
Our land can live without humans, thrive even.
The Earth dies without insects. No pollination, no crops, no food.
No way to remove rotting flesh, dead vegetation.
Without insects, the Earth will become a deep, dark graveyard
because we killed off its most important inhabitants.
In that case, why didn't you protest the making of Hexapene in the first place?
Because I trusted my colleagues.
I was assured Hexapene would only be used in the wake of a natural disaster.
But I found out Mr. Lockemy misled me.
He intended to sell Hexapene everywhere and lobbying you to allow it.
I begged him to reconsider.
He thought I was being hysterical, but I felt and feel
that people who poison the planet present a danger that must be eliminated
as an act of global self-defense and justice.
That, sir, is why you cannot stop coughing.
You have been poisoned.
-Not by me, but by the insects. -What is he talking about?
Did he say "poisoned"?
Genetically-modified Dytiscidaes. Predacious diving beetles,
and they have been growing inside you since I dosed your wine at Ruby's.
By now, they have hatched and are trying to escape via your airways.
Security, detain Mr. Nikkila.
You don't need security. You need an ambulance.
This cause needs attention, which is exactly what you are going to give us.
-Jonathan Nikkila. -These people are poisoning the planet.
The insects can save us.
You're under arrest.
You were on the jury. You'd been picked.
All you had to do was stop talking.
What do you want me to say? I've never been picked for anything before.
It went to my head. I'm not the one that said hurtful things there.
No, what you said was catastrophically stupid.
"Unpleasant personality, odd, annoying,
beholden to no one because no one likes him." You cut me, man. You cut me bad.
I cut you?
Without an apology, I don't know where we go from here.
I'm sorry.
Dude, I'm messing with you. Being odd and annoying's my stock and trade.
So tell me, ahem, what's the contingency plan?
You were, Glen.
This sucks.
On second thought, I prefer insistent optimism.
We've been through worse.
The Nkana mine explosion in Zambia.
The typhoon on the trawler.
Forty people, three life vests.
If we found our way out of those, we can find our way out of this one.
The case I gave the task force, have they identified General Shiro?
Yes. His name is Dr. Jonathan Nikkila.
I need you to get into his lab, get to his files.
What am I looking for?
An address for my get-out-of-jail-free card.
I believe Nikkila must have sent him some of his toxic bug juice.
And without Glen, he is the last rabbit in my hat.
The only way out of this situation is to find him.
And the way to find him is somewhere in Nikkila's lab.
-If there's an address, I'll find it. -Thank you.
I don't care if it's insistent optimism or false hope. At this point, I'll take either.
The jury has been picked.
-And? -Raymond is in trouble. He needs help.
What can I do?
Take me to Dr. Nikkila's lab.
And give you five minutes alone with him like I gave you with The Pharmacist?
-It's important. -It's also a sealed crime scene.
Then you need to unseal it.
You should know that Robert Carson, the committee chair,
passed away an hour ago.
You really don't understand the scientific process.
There's no biological benefit to revenge. None of those people were my victims.
-They were my experiments. -For what?
The insects. My crime was to create a pesticide that kills them off.
Least I could do was help them fight back
by giving them tools and traits they need to survive.
But I had to test it, verify.
I needed to prove my hypothesis that insects could fight back.
And my six experiments proved that they could.
You modified the insects, took traits from different species to make them lethal.
That will be my legacy.
I will not be remembered as a destroyer of their world, but their savior.
You said "six experiments."
Lockemy, Steiner, Helfrich, Kendel, the congressman. Who was the sixth?
Call an ambulance. Did you hear me? Call a medic now.
You knew you would get caught, but you don't care. You're not going to prison.
-You hear me? Get a medic in here! -Paramedics are on their way.
That's okay. Tell them not to rush.
You can leave for this part if that would make you more comfortable--
What a nice surprise.
If I'd known you were coming, I would've baked a cake.
Don't suppose you have one on you? Perhaps with a file or a blowtorch in it?
-No such luck, I'm afraid. -Ah, pity.
It's not a blowtorch, but I thought it might calm the nerves.
Ha-ha. Grab a chair.
I was thinking earlier about the time Dembe and I were on a trawler
that capsized during a typhoon off the Philippines.
We were running guns to the Moro Islamic Liberation Front.
It's interesting.
How you always seem to side with the underdog.
I find desperation pays well.
The overdog always pays better.
The boat was too full to begin with, so when the storm caught up with us,
we didn't stand a chance.
Of the 40 people on board, 24 were lost right away.
Another 11 didn't last the night.
No life raft. The militia leaders took the three available life vests.
Leaving you and Dembe. How did you survive?
I didn't.
I drowned that night.
I saw the other side.
It was...
so...
different.
And then I was back.
How he did it.
Found a wooden door, held me to it,
pounded the water out of my lungs and the life back in.
Dembe saved my life that night.
Dembe's always saved my life.
Did you find what you came for? -I did. Thank you, Elizabeth.
He said I reminded him of my mother.
That's what he said when I asked him why he gave us this case.
He's right.
You remind me of her too.
You know everything, don't you?
Everything about him.
All the answers I'm looking for.
I do.
Do you and each of you solemnly swear that you will well and truly try,
and a deliverance make between the United States
and Raymond Reddington, a true verdict rendered according to the evidence,
so help you God?
I do.
With the jury in place, trial is set to commence Tuesday morning at 8 a.m.
I will see you all then.
That's a smug little grin.
I've been a prosecutor for 18 years. I have empaneled over 300 juries.
It's usually a flip of a coin which way they're gonna lean. But this group--
This is a two-headed coin, my friend. Your fate is sealed.
We'll see about that.
I respect the false confidence, but you and I know you're a dead man walking.