The Blacklist (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 15 - The Apothecary (No. 59) - full transcript
Red sets out to find out to find out who betrayed him. He wakes up in a hospital being treated by a doctor, who tells him that he's been poisoned. Red has no memory of the night before and Dembe's nowhere. He goes to Elizabeth and tells her what happened and that he suspects he was poisoned by someone known as The Apothecary, a man who can make anyone die by exploiting their own medical conditions against them. Red tells them that he thinks a woman might be his latest victim because she was going testify against someone. They talk to that person and he denies trying to kill her if anything he needed her to testify. That's when they think that it was someone closer to her who wants her dead. Red goes out searching for Dembe and along the way he finds a woman who claims he held her against her will. She tries to help him figure out what happened the night before. Hopefully he can find Dembe and who betrayed him.
[ Tropical music playing ]
Raymond.
Are you sure about this?
Bringing them all together
in one location.
It's dangerous.
One of our most trusted
confidantes
intends to do irrevocable damage
to the organization.
Needs to be comforted swiftly.
It's dangerous.
[ Exhales ]
There's a traitor in the family.
I intend to find them.
And if something goes wrong?
[ Gasps, coughing loudly ]
_
Hold on. Hold on.
No, just... hold on.
- Where am I?
- Keep breathing.
Keep-- Slow. Good.
[ Groans ]
What's going on?
Mr. Reddington, my name is
Dr. Haverkamp.
I'm an on-call specialist
on your code 77 team,
- and you had an emergency.
- [ Gasping ]
Why can't--
why can't I breathe?
Give the medication a minute.
- Just give it a minute.
- [ Gasping ]
I need you to listen.
- [ Air hissing ]
- Do you know where you are?
[ Swallows ]
- What do you remember?
- [ Gasps ]
Dinner... restaurant.
[ Gasping ]
What's wrong with me?
We're not quite sure.
We thought, at first,
you may have had a series
of mini strokes.
But the MRIs, the EEGs,
they ruled that out.
- Where's Dembe? Dembe will know.
- I don't know who that is,
but the man who drove you here
left as soon as you stabilized.
I don't remember.
Mr. Reddington, I was told
that you insist on a frank,
unvarnished assessment
of the situation.
So here it is.
You're dying.
[ Exhales sharply ]
How?
We believe
you've been poisoned.
We're not sure how.
But your symptoms are severe
and they're progressing
at an alarming rate.
The cocktail of steroids will
stave off the symptoms
for a short time, but unless
we know how you were poisoned...
How long can you keep me alive?
It's hard to say.
Uh, a day?
- Maybe two.
- [ Exhales sharply ]
What-- what--
No. No.
What are you doing?
You can't--
Your cellphone.
Do you have a cellphone?
Please, Mr. Reddington.
You need medical attention.
- Your condition is critical.
- [ Pills rattle ]
- Where... are you going?
- Elizabeth.
Gather the task force.
I need your help...
to solve a murder.
_
- [ Door scrapes, slams ]
- [ Coughs ]
Uh...
What's going on?
Your prayers have been
answered, Donald.
Ah.
Apparently, I'm dying.
Aram, could you get him
a chair, please?
No, no, no. I'm fine.
- I've been poisoned.
- Poisoned? By whom?
Someone within my organization.
Someone with access to
an offshore account
that was used to fund
recent attacks against me.
11 people had access
to that account.
Last evening, I called those 11
to a dinner to confront them.
What happened next,
I only remember pieces.
The restaurant,
what it looked like,
not where it was.
I remember holding
a glass of wine,
but not drinking it,
although I'm sure I must have.
- The poison--
- Where is Dembe?
Missing.
I assume searching for
or in the hands of the person
who wants me dead.
You should be with your doctors.
They can't identify the toxin.
A hospital, then.
I've been told I have a day,
two at most.
No.
That-- that can't be true.
[ Chuckles ] I need you to find
the pharmaco toxicologist
who, I believe,
crafted the deadly cocktail
and get the antidote from him.
What do you know about him?
Well--
[ Coughs ]
There's a man.
He told me he's known as--
[ Grunts ]
The Apothecary.
Liz: A druggist whose potions
hijack the immune system,
causing any number of
allergic reactions,
each one impossible to identify
- unless you know what to look for.
- [ Hissing ]
An exotic venom might
replicate a drug overdose.
A personally tailored
allergic reaction
might trigger
cardiovascular collapse.
Red: The Apothecary can
create embolisms,
- aneurysms...
- [ Bites ]
...inhibit respiration,
induce paralysis.
All of the assassins
you know about
share one common disadvantage
when it comes to
avoiding apprehension--
they leave behind a corpse.
And yet, there are times
when a prolonged coma
or a protracted illness...
will get the job done
just as well.
So this Apothecary,
how do we find him,
- find the antidote?
- Ilario Panetti.
Head of the Panetti syndicate.
He's about to go up
on RICO charges.
The government's star witness
against him
has rather conveniently
fallen into a coma.
I believe Panetti
has availed himself
of the Apothecary's services.
Be quick. I don't have
the luxury of time.
Hold on. Where are you going?
To find Dembe.
While you try to save my life,
I'll spend what time I have
saving his.
Let me tell you about
Ilario Panetti.
He takes organized crime
to a whole new level.
Everything he does is
meticulously planned.
I've never seen anybody
more cautious
in avoiding surveillance.
Then it must've been hard
to make a case against him.
Almost impossible.
From the outside,
he looks completely legit.
But you don't get
a stranglehold
on the commercial
construction industry
in this city without strangling
a few enemies along the way.
- I just couldn't prove it.
- So what happened?
He got greedy.
His largest competitor
got firebombed.
Their offices
completely destroyed.
Two days later, Panetti paid
200 grand to an associate--
we still don't know who--
for services rendered.
- Competition over.
- How do you know?
We flipped his accountant.
A woman named Helen Dahle.
She was the one who cut
the check and she was prepared
to testify that Panetti ordered
her to make payment
for the arson hit.
A few days before trial,
she goes to dinner,
has a mysterious allergic
reaction to the food, and wham.
She's on life support,
and so is my case.
We think we know how Panetti
got to her.
Fantastic. How do I help?
We're gonna need you to put us
in touch
with Helen Dahle's doctors.
Red: 11 people had access
to that account.
I don't know where they are.
[ Dialing ]
Hideki, where the hell are you?
I need to speak with you
right away.
Call me as soon as
you possibly can.
He never showed up. Can you--
[ Phone beeps ]
Right. Can you reach him?
No, no, no.
Put Sidney on the line.
Do you know where he went?
Yes, yes, yes.
As soon as you hear.
[ Inhales deeply ]
[ Coughs, exhales ]
[ The Mamas & The Papas'
"My Girl" playing ]
[ Volume increases,
continues on stereo ]
♪♪
♪ I've got sunshine ♪
♪ on a cloudy day ♪
♪ and when it's cold outside ♪
♪ I've got the month of May ♪
♪♪
♪ I guess you say ♪
♪ what can make me feel
this way ♪
♪ my girl ♪
♪ I'm talkin' 'bout my girl ♪
♪ I don't need money ♪
♪ fortune or fame ♪
♪ I got all the riches ♪
Don't worry, sweetheart.
It'll be okay.
I will never give up on you.
I promise.
It'll be just fine.
♪ you say ♪
♪ what can make me feel
this way ♪
- ♪ my girl ♪
- ♪ my girl ♪
♪ my girl ♪
♪ talkin' 'bout my girl ♪
- Doctor.
- What are you doing here?
The night I-I was poisoned,
last night.
- I can't remember--
- People will see you.
Us. Together. Uh--
I was promised discretion.
[ Door closes ]
My help was to be
in the strictest confidence.
The night I was poisoned,
I was with people.
I don't know where they are.
I have called.
I-I can't reach them--
except you.
But I don't know anything.
You know how I was brought in.
I got a code text.
I was given a location,
we gathered, prepped.
How 'bout the-- a man
who brought me in?
Well, I didn't get his name.
Black. African accent.
You need to be hospitalized.
Was it him?
Yes, I believe it was.
- How did we get there?
- He drove you.
It was in a green
station wagon.
It was parked outside
the triage cube.
[ Glass shatters ]
[ Coughs ]
[ Grunts, exhales ]
[ Engine starts ]
Liz: How long
has she been like this?
She was barely responsive
when admitted two weeks ago.
- Comatose within a day.
- What happened?
Well, it presented as an acute
allergic reaction.
We treated her for anaphylaxis,
but her symptoms didn't
respond to treatment.
In fact, they got worse.
And you didn't suspect that
she might've been poisoned?
Mrs. Dahle had been treated
for a severe tree nut allergy
twice in the past.
Our diagnosis was in line
with her history.
What if someone designed
a poison to mimic
the symptoms of
an allergic reaction?
It would mean whoever created
the poison
knew we would treat the allergy
and lose precious time.
So what are the chances
she pulls through?
I can't answer that.
We haven't found
antigenic foreign substances,
but the full tox report
could take weeks.
- And she's not improving.
- Is that her husband?
Yeah. Robert Dahle.
He and Helen's parents
haven't left her side.
One minute she's heading
to a client dinner
and everything is fine,
and the next she's...
like this.
This client dinner--
who was there?
A friend of Helen's
from college.
The police have already
cleared her.
What did Helen tell you about
the case against Panetti?
Nothing. The attorneys
instructed her not to.
She knew how dangerous
this was,
but she agreed to
testify anyway.
I can't imagine how difficult
this must be for you.
And you've been with her
the entire time
she's been comatose?
No, I...
I went to Sarasota Springs
this past weekend.
Go on, Robert.
Tell them where you went.
There's a little hotel
in Sarasota.
A sort of a getaway for us--
birthdays, anniversaries,
and--
We would've been
married 10 years next month.
Last weekend,
I went there to be alone.
Think about what to do.
With Helen.
In case she doesn't...
Please, I'm begging you.
Find out what happened
to my wife.
- No, I got it. I got it.
- [ Speaks indistinctly ]
Agent Navabi.
Thank you for meeting me.
Oh, what an unpleasant surprise.
Mr. Panetti insisted on
being present
- for this conversation.
- It's fine with me.
I fully intend on being present
the day your client is sentenced
for poisoning Helen Dahle.
We never touched Helen.
- Not me or anyone who works for me.
- [ Coughs ]
You asked for this meeting,
and we agreed.
Please tell me it wasn't so you
could hurl baseless claims
that you can't prove
at my client.
We know about the Apothecary.
We know that he specializes
in untraceable toxins
and that you hired him to create
that "allergic" reaction.
What is she talkin' about?
You can play dumb, Mr. Panetti.
From what I hear, you've made
quite a profession
- out of skirting responsibility
for your actions. - Now, hang on.
We can find him on our own.
And when we do, you'll realize
that this trial you're facing
is a small matter when compared
to what happens
when the full force of the FBI
comes down on you
and your organization.
Or you can help us.
This is about more than
Helen Dahle.
There are other people
we are trying to save.
Lead us to the Apothecary now,
and we will be very grateful.
Honey, I don't know what
the hell you're going on about.
I think what my client
means to say--
What your client means
is I've never heard
of this "Apothecary."
And for your information,
Helen Dahle's testimony
wouldn't have hurt me
or my case one bit.
- Is that right?
- That's exactly right, sweetheart.
The US Attorney's
got it wrong.
I didn't pay anyone to
firebomb my competition.
I'm the victim here.
- Tell her, Arnold.
- It's true.
Whoever took out
Mr. Panetti's competitor
contacted us the next day,
threatened to destroy
our business
if we didn't pay
their extortion fee.
Now my client did instruct
Helen to make
that phantom payment, but not
for taking out a rival.
To avoid becoming
a victim as well.
I assume you can prove this.
We can,
and we would have at trial.
So, you see, I had no motive
to hurt Helen.
Truth is, I liked her, and if
you don't find the bastard
who did this to her, I will.
[ Scoffs ]
And then you will have
something to charge me with.
Arnold, give Agent Navabi
copies of whatever she needs.
I think we're done here.
[ The Mamas & The Papas ]
♪ but not in my arms ♪
♪ time passes by ♪
Give it a go, sweetheart.
Come on.
You can do it.
♪ and I watch her fly ♪
[ Bell dings ]
Perfect.
♪ yes, I watch her fly ♪
- ♪ and time passes by ♪
- [ Bell ringing ]
I know, dear. I don't want to,
but what choice do I have?
I can't trust you to stay
if you're not sedated.
- You might try and run off again.
- [ Bell rings ]
We're not there yet,
but we will be.
I know we will.
[ Bell ringing ]
♪ so I feel
that to be real that ♪
- ♪ and it's something ♪
- [ Inhaler hisses ]
♪ this little bird ♪
It's gonna happen.
I can feel it.
♪ fly away ♪
♪ no salt on her tail ♪
♪ no salt
on her tail ♪
♪ no cage ♪
♪♪
♪ because that would be
the best philosophy ♪
[ Music stops ]
[ Door creaking ]
[ Lock clicks ]
Hello?
♪♪
[ Groans ]
[ Clattering, rumbling ]
[ Clattering, rumbling ]
[ Coughs ]
[ Whimpering ]
[ Panting ]
[ Coughs ]
Who are you?
Who put you in there?
Is this a sick joke?
You did!
All right, the forensic
accountant examined
Panetti's financials.
And according to him,
the $200,000 was paid to
the Atlantic Coast
Lepidopterology
- Research Institute.
- Lepidopterology?
Yeah, its website advertises it
as a non-profit
dedicated to the research
of butterflies.
But it's not a 501 (c)(3)
and it's not listed
in any directory of non-profits
that I can find.
In fact, their entire
board of directors
is made up
of stock photo models.
Ressler:
So the charity's a fake.
The 200k went into a Swiss
bank account and has since
been wired through dozens
of other banks.
The money has basically
just disappeared
into the ether by now.
Aram, I sent you a video.
The lead on Panetti
didn't pan out.
- Yeah, we've got nothing.
- Take a look at this.
Helen Dahle's husband said
he had to get away
to clear his head and think
about his wife's future.
Well, Robert Dahle did go
to Sarasota Springs,
and he did stay in the hotel
he mentioned,
but he did not stay alone.
Dahle was cheating on his wife.
Are you saying that the husband
hired the Apothecary
to kill his wife?
I'm just saying he definitely
had a motive.
[ Coughing ]
When did I meet you?
- Are you serious?
- Humor me.
- Last night.
- [ Coughs ]
Before you threw me
in the car and drove here.
Here? I-I, uh...
Who lives here?
How would I know?
I got here in a trunk.
Right.
I know this is...
[ Clears throat ]
...an unusual,
frightening predicament.
But I assure you,
I mean you no harm.
Says the man with the gun.
[ Coughing ]
What is your name?
Lou Lou.
- [ Coughing ]
- Lou Lou McLellan.
- [ Groans ]
- Hey, hey.
Can you be careful
with that thing?
[ Exhales ]
Was I alone last night,
or was I accompanied by...
anybody... my associate?
Uh, Dembe.
[ Coughing ]
No.
[ Coughing violently ]
- What is wrong with you?
- I don't know.
- You need a doctor.
- [ Coughing continues ]
[ Glass shatters ]
We're looking
for corticosteroids,
bronchodilator.
[ Coughing ]
[ Bottles thud ]
Oh--
Go, go, go. I'm fine.
[ Panting, gasping ]
[ Exhales, breathing heavily ]
- [ Pills rattle ]
- Corticosteroids.
Oh...
I've lived my entire adult life
surrounded by...
a corona of death.
- Some days I've even longed for it.
- [ Cap pops open ]
But lately, I-- I find I'm...
[ Pills rattle ]
I'm unwilling to go gentle
into that good night.
Bronchodilator.
We were told Ilario Panetti
poisoned her.
That's what we thought, too,
but the situation
has taken a turn.
We found surveillance footage.
Do either of you
recognize this woman?
- When was this?
- Last weekend.
That's impossible.
Helen and Robert have
a very happy marriage.
He's a model husband.
They've been head over heels
for each other
from the day they met.
He'd never dream of straying.
We had to bully her into getting
the prenup, for God's sake.
There's a prenup?
Helen's father, John Tadsen,
was a hedge fund titan.
His New York firm was worth
$4.7 billion.
His children and his children's
children are set for life.
To protect his daughter
from gold diggers,
Tadsen made Robert
sign a prenup.
Now, according
to the agreement,
there's no payout for death
or divorce before 10 years.
How long have they been married?
They're two weeks shy of
their 10-year anniversary.
So that's either a really,
really bad coincidence or...
Or Helen found out
about the mistress,
and Robert put her
in the penalty box
so she couldn't divorce him
before the prenup expired.
What's the payout
after 10 years?
Close to $15 million.
I think we could bring this guy
in and take a run at him.
No. Take a shot at
the girlfriend first.
Let's see just how much
she really loves this guy.
[ Coughs ]
So are the police on their way?
Who's Elizabeth?
After I got some of those
pills in you, you came to.
Well, sort of.
Kept saying her name.
- [ Coughs ]
- Elizabeth.
Someone who'd miss you
if you died?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Tell me your name again.
Lou Lou.
Lou Lou.
You saved my life, Lou Lou.
Thank you.
Like I needed a dead
body on my conscience.
[ Chuckles ]
You were in bad shape.
Well, worse shape.
You try to hide it,
but you're scared.
I wasn't just
gonna leave you.
[ Inhales sharply ]
Well, it was remarkably
generous
given that I locked you
in the trunk of a car.
Well, you were pretty polite
about it, all things considered.
[ Coughing ]
[ Coughing continues ]
[ Inhales deeply ]
[ Exhales ]
I've been poisoned...
by someone close to me.
I need to figure out by who.
What happened last night?
I can't remember.
You and your friend broke into
the apartment across the hall.
I called the cops and then
I went over to peek
through the door.
It was all busted in,
and there you were.
I said the police are
on their way, and you said,
"My sincerest apologies,
but if that's the case,
then you're coming with us."
Then you put me in the trunk.
- Why?
- Damned if I know.
But while you were asleep,
I found out
the name of the guy
that lives in that apartment.
Marvin Gerard.
You know him?
He's my attorney.
Ressler: It's over, Brooklyn.
Robert told us everything.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
You've been on the hook, what,
two, three years
waiting for him to leave
Helen for you?
You finally figured out that
the only way that
you'd ever be with him
is over Helen's dead body.
And so you made a plan.
Poisoned her.
I'm not saying anything
until I have a lawyer.
She's in a coma.
Robert hasn't left her side.
Guess he changed his mind.
That's not true.
Ressler: Well, he told us
that you poisoned his wife.
Now if that's not true,
you better tell us
what really happened.
You know that woman treats him
like a servant, right?
He's carried that princess's
baggage for nine years,
- and he couldn't take it anymore!
- So you planned it together?
No, I told him I didn't want
anything to do with it.
But you knew
what he was doing.
See, that makes you
a co-conspirator.
Now if you wanna reduce
your jail time,
you're gonna tell us
exactly how he did.
How did he put her in a coma?
- I don't know how it works.
- [ Air hissing ]
Liz: You're gonna need to
tell us what you do know.
Brooklyn: It's a liquid.
Some sort of drop.
I've never seen him
actually use it.
I just know that he gives it
to her twice a week.
Liz: Who did he get
the poison from?
Brooklyn: He never said.
But I can tell you
where he keeps it.
[ Door slams open, gun cocks ]
What the hell? Hey!
Hey, you have no right
to come into my--
No knock search warrant.
I have no idea what
you're looking for.
But I guarantee you're not
gonna find it.
Unless you wanna parade that
on your perp walk,
- I suggest you get dressed.
- You think you're arresting me?
As a matter of fact, I do--
for the attempted murder
of Helen Dahle.
And if you want even a sliver
off your sentence,
you're gonna tell us who made
that poison for you.
I have no idea what that is.
Hmm. Let's get this to the lab,
ID was kind of a poison it is.
Maybe it'll tell us something
about whoever created it.
Everything we've gone through
has finally paid off.
We're pregnant.
I wanted so badly to show you,
but I didn't wanna jinx us.
I know. Believe me,
I'm just as excited as you.
[ Bell rings ]
What's wrong?
[ Rings ]
- The mobile. You don't love it.
- [ Breathing unevenly ]
You know what?
You're right.
I'll fix it.
I want you to be happy.
- [ Bell rings ]
- Everything's gonna be perfect.
[ Bell ringing ]
[ Door creaking ]
[ Coughs ]
[ Door closes ]
What were we doing here?
[ Coughs ]
[ Pills rattle ]
[ Cap pops open ]
Becky.
I took you to Marvin's
fiancée's house.
Looks like he left in a hurry.
- [ Machine beeps ]
- Marvin. It's Raymond.
We're all here at John's.
Where are you?
[ Machine beeps ]
[ Groans ]
John's.
I know that place.
It's not very far.
I could take you.
You've been...
kind to
an extraordinary degree
considering how we began
our acquaintance.
But I won't drag you
any further into this.
You don't deserve that.
I'll take it from here.
- [ Inhales deeply ]
- Well, I hope you get better.
And I hope you find the answers
you're looking for.
I hope you get to see
Elizabeth again.
Guys?
This Apothecary,
this guy is good.
- You got the toxicology report?
- He knew Helen Dahle.
I'm sorry. Not know, know
like he met her.
He knew her medical history
and he used it against her.
Helen's doctors think she went
into a coma because
of a reaction to a tree nut
allergy, but the truth is,
this Apothecary used
some sort of complex,
weaponized allergen
to trigger the same reaction.
Meaning her doctors--
Were treating the symptoms,
but not the cause.
How does this help us
with Reddington?
We have to find out if
Reddington has any
pre-existing conditions,
which one was targeted.
And find an antidote
to reverse the effects
all in the next
several hours.
Right, that-- that is
the bad news.
There's good news?
The lab did find one
distinct element
in the molecular structure
of the drops
taken from Robert Dahle's
apartment.
A peptide unique to the venom
of Bungarus flaviceps,
also known as
the red-headed krait.
- Incredibly rare.
- So it's easy to trace.
Only four suppliers
in the world,
and only one in America.
A defunct reptile farm
outside of Scranton, PA.
Hightower Serpentarium.
Owned by...
Asa Hightower, who,
according to his license,
still lives
in an apartment on site.
Get there now.
- [ Door slams open ]
- FBI!
[ Door closes ]
[ Door creaks ]
- Clear.
- Clear.
[ Bell ringing ]
[ Ringing continues ]
[ Ringing continues ]
[ Door creaking ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Panting ]
♪♪
♪♪
I'm sending these files to Aram
to cross-reference them
with any unexplained
poisoning deaths.
Oh, there are dozens
of victims here.
- Here's Helen Dahle.
- Helen Dahle.
Hey. Get these to the lab.
Hopefully that file will help
the antidote for her.
The wife's coming around.
It's gonna be okay,
Mrs. Hightower.
[ Weakly ]
I have to tell you... where...
Are you trying to tell us
where your husband is?
[ Exhales ]
What happened here?
What happened?
What happened is you summoned us
here to dinner
and locked us in the kitchen
without an explanation.
Feel free to give us one now.
Three of my accountants,
a couple of money launderers,
a handful of...
investment advisors
and bankers.
Believe me, David, no one wants
an explanation more than I.
Please.
Accept my apologies.
Just take me back to the dinner
and... tell me what happened.
Mr. Reddington,
you invited us to dinner.
We're sitting here. You--
you get up, you make a speech.
Thank you all for coming
on such short notice.
I must admit, I've never had
the pleasure of dining
in this particular
establishment before.
I do wish we could enjoy it
under more auspicious
circumstances,
but so be it.
[ Coughs ]
It was about the attack
on your assets.
- [ Coughing ]
- By whoever killed Zack Smoll?
I've always found stories
of betrayal
to be so compelling,
so tragic
for all those involved.
Judas, Iago,
men who were beloved by
those they'd betrayed.
You were telling one of
those stories you love.
If you're even thinking
about another parable,
I may strangle you myself.
Ironic, isn't it?
That the ones in whom
we place our greatest trust
are best positioned to put
the knife in our backs.
You said you had Levine
follow the money.
The funds came from
one of your own accounts.
The 11 people to whom I extended
invitations tonight
were the only ones
who could have accessed
that particular account.
One of those 11 is a traitor,
and only 10 of you are here.
Perhaps our Judas didn't have
the nerve to attend
this last supper.
Well, I can assure you,
I will find the guilty party,
and he or she will be held
accountable.
Cheers.
You sent the chef
and his staff home,
you took our phones, you locked
us in the kitchen.
- I prefer something stronger.
- [ Sighs ]
This'll do for the moment.
[ Glass shatters ]
What the hell is wrong with you?
The wine.
I had a glass of wine
at the dinner.
Was it from one of
these bottles?
No. The waiter poured it from
a bottle that was set aside.
What bottle?
[ Coughs ]
_
Marvin Gerard.
Aram, we need a list of all
the stores that sell
baby products in a 10-mile
radius of the serpentarium.
- Baby stores?
- What about Reddington?
- Did you find an antidote?
- There were no medical records,
nothing about
Reddington on file.
Navabi: Wait, why are we
looking for baby stores?
Hightower's wife thinks he's out
buying nursery supplies.
- She's pregnant.
- I thought she was comatose?
- That's when he assaulted her.
- My God.
The closest one is
Albee Baby in Harding.
I'm sending you an address now.
Looking for a mobile?
I thought perhaps
the planets,
but I think we'll go with
the dinosaurs.
Reptiles have a special
place in our hearts.
Well, congratulations.
You must be thrilled.
How far along is she?
Almost 7 weeks.
It's our first.
Mom's on bed rest, so
the shopping is all up to me.
Asa Hightower, FBI.
Hands where I can see them.
[ Shrieks, gasping ]
Look around, Agent.
You really wanna start
shooting here?
We have your files, your wife.
She's eager to testify
against you.
Now put it down.
[ Gasps ]
[ Grunting ]
Get down! On the ground.
How'd you know that was
gonna work?
You ever trip over one of
those things in the dark?
- They're lethal.
- [ Cellphone vibrates ]
- [ Liz sighs ]
- [ Vibrating continues ]
- Reddington.
- Elizabeth, where are you?
Asa Hightower, the Apothecary--
we have him in custody
and we found his lab.
Have you i-identified
the toxin?
The lab's working on it.
Not yet, but they will.
[ Coughs ]
[ Groans ]
Elizabeth, I found the wine
that was used
to administer the poison.
One of my men is bringing it
to you now.
If the Apothecary
doesn't tell you
what you need to know,
the bottle will.
Okay. You're gonna be okay,
Reddington.
[ Coughing ]
Reddington?
[ Coughing continues ]
Reddington!
- [ Coughing violently ]
- Oh!
All right. Let's keep
this simple.
We have two questions--
who paid you to poison
Reddington,
and how do we cure him?
My clients contact me
anonymously over the dark web.
They don't want me to know
who they are
and I don't want to know.
Clean.
The antidote for the poison
you gave Reddington.
First of all, I did not
poison him.
I merely provided the means
for someone else to do so.
I've never poisoned anyone.
I'm sure your wife
would disagree.
My wife was running around
with Clive Hollis.
I'm just sure about it.
She needed to be... subdued.
She's a very confused woman,
but she'll come around.
Come around to what?
The fact that you
repeatedly raped her?
Having raided my facility,
you're in possession
of information
that will help you solve
well over 20 cold cases
and bring others out of various
altered states.
You will return them
to their lives and families.
Really, you should be
thanking me.
- You're delusional.
- I'm not crazy.
I know you're gonna charge me
regardless of my innocence.
But I have something you want
and vice versa.
- What's that?
- Simple.
You take the death penalty
off the table,
and I'll tell you how to
cure Raymond Reddington.
All that bravado.
You're afraid of the needle.
I'm not afraid to die,
but it turns out
I have something to live for.
I'm gonna be a father.
We wished for a child
for so long.
Even from a jail cell,
we'll be a family.
Hey.
I, uh... Oh, uh,
I didn't think he was
the flowers and balloons
kind of guy.
I was gonna go with wine,
but then I remembered
Mr. Reddington said
he may have been poisoned
with wine, so I, uh...
And besides, who doesn't
like papaya?
It's perfect. He'll love it.
Mr. Cooper, you came.
What do we know?
The Apothecary gave us
all the antidotes.
It's been given to Reddington?
But last we checked, he was
still in critical condition.
- Do we think the Apothecary lied?
- I don't know.
You know, he has to be okay.
There's no shame
in hoping for the best,
even for the worst of us.
I want to caution you against
unwarranted optimism,
but he's stable for the moment.
- Do you think he'll recover?
- Too early to say.
Uh, it'll be a while before we
know the extent of the damage
already done, but the antidote
does seem to be working.
Cooper: Is there anything
else you can tell us?
Well, just that
whoever poisoned him
knew his medical history--
intimately.
The toxins were
uniquely designed
to target his body chemistry.
Can we see him?
Well, he's just coming to.
You should give him
a few minutes.
[ Monitor beeping steadily ]
Welcome back.
- Did you find Marvin?
- [ Clears throat ]
Oh, yeah. I found the weasel.
Tell me what happened.
I put the word out.
We found him at Dulles.
He was with his broad,
the big girl.
Bags packed, headed for
the South Pacific.
Thank you, Glen. Good work.
And Dembe?
[ Paper rips ]
Have Marvin taken
to that address.
[ Exhales ]
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
It's the tox lab.
Yes?
What?
- I don't under--
- What is it?
That can't be right.
Are you sure?
Reddington, the result--
♪♪
[ Door creaking ]
Red. What the hell is
this about?
Where's Dembe?
Dembe? How would I know?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I don't know what any
of this is about.
Please wait outside.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
Unfortunately, for this grand
pantomime of innocence,
I know a great deal
about all of it.
I know about the wine.
I know about you hiring
Isabella Stone.
About Zack Smoll,
Stratos and his wife.
I know that you were
one of very few people
who had access to the account
that financed
the attacks against me.
I know that's why
you didn't come to dinner.
The only thing I don't know
is what you've done with Dembe.
I didn't show up to dinner
because Becky and I were
on our way to a yoga retreat
in Tahiti.
It's a place we found when you
sent us down there last year,
you remember?
Tell me where Dembe is.
Red, I swear to you.
I don't know any of what
you're talking about.
[ Inhales sharply ]
I shouldn't be surprised.
We're criminals, after all.
It's in our nature to betray.
I didn't do whatever it is
you think I did.
Remember that wretched
bit of business
on the Malay Peninsula?
I was positive
I would rot alone
in that holding cell
in Surat Thani.
Slowly eaten alive by mosquitos
to the constant refrain of
body blows and screaming.
47 interminable days
of near-constant rain.
I couldn't be sure any of my
messages had been dispatched.
And then, on the 48th day,
they swung the cell door wide
and handed me a package.
Half a dozen tins of chilled
Beluga caviar and a note.
"Love, Marvin."
When I think of it--
guards on two continents--
the bribes alone must have
cost you a fortune.
I still cannot fathom
how you managed to pull it off
from inside a federal prison.
But you had my undying
gratitude,
so when the opportunity arose,
I facilitated your freedom.
Exactly.
Why would I betray you?
We'll get to why soon enough.
But first,
I need to know about Dembe.
Jesus, Red, I don't know what
the hell you're talking about.
[ Door opens ]
It's Elizabeth Keen.
She says it's important.
- Yes?
- The wine was clean.
The tox lab said there was
nothing in it.
That's not possible.
Check again.
They said the poison had to
have been administered
by something with a higher
alcohol content,
- like gin or...
- Scotch.
Liz:
Yes. Did you drink scotch?
I did.
[ Sniffs ]
But there were only two people
who had access to the bottle.
And I'm one of them.
Liz: Who was the other?
[ Inhales ]
No, it can't be.
Raymond, are you okay?
Reddington, talk to me.
Who poisoned you?
♪♪
[ Bob Dylan's "All Along
The Watchtower" playing ]
That can't be.
♪♪
♪ there must be some
kind of way outta here ♪
♪ said the joker to the thief ♪
♪ there's too much confusion ♪
♪ I can't get no relief ♪
Raymond.
Are you sure about this?
Bringing them all together
in one location.
It's dangerous.
One of our most trusted
confidantes
intends to do irrevocable damage
to the organization.
Needs to be comforted swiftly.
It's dangerous.
[ Exhales ]
There's a traitor in the family.
I intend to find them.
And if something goes wrong?
[ Gasps, coughing loudly ]
_
Hold on. Hold on.
No, just... hold on.
- Where am I?
- Keep breathing.
Keep-- Slow. Good.
[ Groans ]
What's going on?
Mr. Reddington, my name is
Dr. Haverkamp.
I'm an on-call specialist
on your code 77 team,
- and you had an emergency.
- [ Gasping ]
Why can't--
why can't I breathe?
Give the medication a minute.
- Just give it a minute.
- [ Gasping ]
I need you to listen.
- [ Air hissing ]
- Do you know where you are?
[ Swallows ]
- What do you remember?
- [ Gasps ]
Dinner... restaurant.
[ Gasping ]
What's wrong with me?
We're not quite sure.
We thought, at first,
you may have had a series
of mini strokes.
But the MRIs, the EEGs,
they ruled that out.
- Where's Dembe? Dembe will know.
- I don't know who that is,
but the man who drove you here
left as soon as you stabilized.
I don't remember.
Mr. Reddington, I was told
that you insist on a frank,
unvarnished assessment
of the situation.
So here it is.
You're dying.
[ Exhales sharply ]
How?
We believe
you've been poisoned.
We're not sure how.
But your symptoms are severe
and they're progressing
at an alarming rate.
The cocktail of steroids will
stave off the symptoms
for a short time, but unless
we know how you were poisoned...
How long can you keep me alive?
It's hard to say.
Uh, a day?
- Maybe two.
- [ Exhales sharply ]
What-- what--
No. No.
What are you doing?
You can't--
Your cellphone.
Do you have a cellphone?
Please, Mr. Reddington.
You need medical attention.
- Your condition is critical.
- [ Pills rattle ]
- Where... are you going?
- Elizabeth.
Gather the task force.
I need your help...
to solve a murder.
_
- [ Door scrapes, slams ]
- [ Coughs ]
Uh...
What's going on?
Your prayers have been
answered, Donald.
Ah.
Apparently, I'm dying.
Aram, could you get him
a chair, please?
No, no, no. I'm fine.
- I've been poisoned.
- Poisoned? By whom?
Someone within my organization.
Someone with access to
an offshore account
that was used to fund
recent attacks against me.
11 people had access
to that account.
Last evening, I called those 11
to a dinner to confront them.
What happened next,
I only remember pieces.
The restaurant,
what it looked like,
not where it was.
I remember holding
a glass of wine,
but not drinking it,
although I'm sure I must have.
- The poison--
- Where is Dembe?
Missing.
I assume searching for
or in the hands of the person
who wants me dead.
You should be with your doctors.
They can't identify the toxin.
A hospital, then.
I've been told I have a day,
two at most.
No.
That-- that can't be true.
[ Chuckles ] I need you to find
the pharmaco toxicologist
who, I believe,
crafted the deadly cocktail
and get the antidote from him.
What do you know about him?
Well--
[ Coughs ]
There's a man.
He told me he's known as--
[ Grunts ]
The Apothecary.
Liz: A druggist whose potions
hijack the immune system,
causing any number of
allergic reactions,
each one impossible to identify
- unless you know what to look for.
- [ Hissing ]
An exotic venom might
replicate a drug overdose.
A personally tailored
allergic reaction
might trigger
cardiovascular collapse.
Red: The Apothecary can
create embolisms,
- aneurysms...
- [ Bites ]
...inhibit respiration,
induce paralysis.
All of the assassins
you know about
share one common disadvantage
when it comes to
avoiding apprehension--
they leave behind a corpse.
And yet, there are times
when a prolonged coma
or a protracted illness...
will get the job done
just as well.
So this Apothecary,
how do we find him,
- find the antidote?
- Ilario Panetti.
Head of the Panetti syndicate.
He's about to go up
on RICO charges.
The government's star witness
against him
has rather conveniently
fallen into a coma.
I believe Panetti
has availed himself
of the Apothecary's services.
Be quick. I don't have
the luxury of time.
Hold on. Where are you going?
To find Dembe.
While you try to save my life,
I'll spend what time I have
saving his.
Let me tell you about
Ilario Panetti.
He takes organized crime
to a whole new level.
Everything he does is
meticulously planned.
I've never seen anybody
more cautious
in avoiding surveillance.
Then it must've been hard
to make a case against him.
Almost impossible.
From the outside,
he looks completely legit.
But you don't get
a stranglehold
on the commercial
construction industry
in this city without strangling
a few enemies along the way.
- I just couldn't prove it.
- So what happened?
He got greedy.
His largest competitor
got firebombed.
Their offices
completely destroyed.
Two days later, Panetti paid
200 grand to an associate--
we still don't know who--
for services rendered.
- Competition over.
- How do you know?
We flipped his accountant.
A woman named Helen Dahle.
She was the one who cut
the check and she was prepared
to testify that Panetti ordered
her to make payment
for the arson hit.
A few days before trial,
she goes to dinner,
has a mysterious allergic
reaction to the food, and wham.
She's on life support,
and so is my case.
We think we know how Panetti
got to her.
Fantastic. How do I help?
We're gonna need you to put us
in touch
with Helen Dahle's doctors.
Red: 11 people had access
to that account.
I don't know where they are.
[ Dialing ]
Hideki, where the hell are you?
I need to speak with you
right away.
Call me as soon as
you possibly can.
He never showed up. Can you--
[ Phone beeps ]
Right. Can you reach him?
No, no, no.
Put Sidney on the line.
Do you know where he went?
Yes, yes, yes.
As soon as you hear.
[ Inhales deeply ]
[ Coughs, exhales ]
[ The Mamas & The Papas'
"My Girl" playing ]
[ Volume increases,
continues on stereo ]
♪♪
♪ I've got sunshine ♪
♪ on a cloudy day ♪
♪ and when it's cold outside ♪
♪ I've got the month of May ♪
♪♪
♪ I guess you say ♪
♪ what can make me feel
this way ♪
♪ my girl ♪
♪ I'm talkin' 'bout my girl ♪
♪ I don't need money ♪
♪ fortune or fame ♪
♪ I got all the riches ♪
Don't worry, sweetheart.
It'll be okay.
I will never give up on you.
I promise.
It'll be just fine.
♪ you say ♪
♪ what can make me feel
this way ♪
- ♪ my girl ♪
- ♪ my girl ♪
♪ my girl ♪
♪ talkin' 'bout my girl ♪
- Doctor.
- What are you doing here?
The night I-I was poisoned,
last night.
- I can't remember--
- People will see you.
Us. Together. Uh--
I was promised discretion.
[ Door closes ]
My help was to be
in the strictest confidence.
The night I was poisoned,
I was with people.
I don't know where they are.
I have called.
I-I can't reach them--
except you.
But I don't know anything.
You know how I was brought in.
I got a code text.
I was given a location,
we gathered, prepped.
How 'bout the-- a man
who brought me in?
Well, I didn't get his name.
Black. African accent.
You need to be hospitalized.
Was it him?
Yes, I believe it was.
- How did we get there?
- He drove you.
It was in a green
station wagon.
It was parked outside
the triage cube.
[ Glass shatters ]
[ Coughs ]
[ Grunts, exhales ]
[ Engine starts ]
Liz: How long
has she been like this?
She was barely responsive
when admitted two weeks ago.
- Comatose within a day.
- What happened?
Well, it presented as an acute
allergic reaction.
We treated her for anaphylaxis,
but her symptoms didn't
respond to treatment.
In fact, they got worse.
And you didn't suspect that
she might've been poisoned?
Mrs. Dahle had been treated
for a severe tree nut allergy
twice in the past.
Our diagnosis was in line
with her history.
What if someone designed
a poison to mimic
the symptoms of
an allergic reaction?
It would mean whoever created
the poison
knew we would treat the allergy
and lose precious time.
So what are the chances
she pulls through?
I can't answer that.
We haven't found
antigenic foreign substances,
but the full tox report
could take weeks.
- And she's not improving.
- Is that her husband?
Yeah. Robert Dahle.
He and Helen's parents
haven't left her side.
One minute she's heading
to a client dinner
and everything is fine,
and the next she's...
like this.
This client dinner--
who was there?
A friend of Helen's
from college.
The police have already
cleared her.
What did Helen tell you about
the case against Panetti?
Nothing. The attorneys
instructed her not to.
She knew how dangerous
this was,
but she agreed to
testify anyway.
I can't imagine how difficult
this must be for you.
And you've been with her
the entire time
she's been comatose?
No, I...
I went to Sarasota Springs
this past weekend.
Go on, Robert.
Tell them where you went.
There's a little hotel
in Sarasota.
A sort of a getaway for us--
birthdays, anniversaries,
and--
We would've been
married 10 years next month.
Last weekend,
I went there to be alone.
Think about what to do.
With Helen.
In case she doesn't...
Please, I'm begging you.
Find out what happened
to my wife.
- No, I got it. I got it.
- [ Speaks indistinctly ]
Agent Navabi.
Thank you for meeting me.
Oh, what an unpleasant surprise.
Mr. Panetti insisted on
being present
- for this conversation.
- It's fine with me.
I fully intend on being present
the day your client is sentenced
for poisoning Helen Dahle.
We never touched Helen.
- Not me or anyone who works for me.
- [ Coughs ]
You asked for this meeting,
and we agreed.
Please tell me it wasn't so you
could hurl baseless claims
that you can't prove
at my client.
We know about the Apothecary.
We know that he specializes
in untraceable toxins
and that you hired him to create
that "allergic" reaction.
What is she talkin' about?
You can play dumb, Mr. Panetti.
From what I hear, you've made
quite a profession
- out of skirting responsibility
for your actions. - Now, hang on.
We can find him on our own.
And when we do, you'll realize
that this trial you're facing
is a small matter when compared
to what happens
when the full force of the FBI
comes down on you
and your organization.
Or you can help us.
This is about more than
Helen Dahle.
There are other people
we are trying to save.
Lead us to the Apothecary now,
and we will be very grateful.
Honey, I don't know what
the hell you're going on about.
I think what my client
means to say--
What your client means
is I've never heard
of this "Apothecary."
And for your information,
Helen Dahle's testimony
wouldn't have hurt me
or my case one bit.
- Is that right?
- That's exactly right, sweetheart.
The US Attorney's
got it wrong.
I didn't pay anyone to
firebomb my competition.
I'm the victim here.
- Tell her, Arnold.
- It's true.
Whoever took out
Mr. Panetti's competitor
contacted us the next day,
threatened to destroy
our business
if we didn't pay
their extortion fee.
Now my client did instruct
Helen to make
that phantom payment, but not
for taking out a rival.
To avoid becoming
a victim as well.
I assume you can prove this.
We can,
and we would have at trial.
So, you see, I had no motive
to hurt Helen.
Truth is, I liked her, and if
you don't find the bastard
who did this to her, I will.
[ Scoffs ]
And then you will have
something to charge me with.
Arnold, give Agent Navabi
copies of whatever she needs.
I think we're done here.
[ The Mamas & The Papas ]
♪ but not in my arms ♪
♪ time passes by ♪
Give it a go, sweetheart.
Come on.
You can do it.
♪ and I watch her fly ♪
[ Bell dings ]
Perfect.
♪ yes, I watch her fly ♪
- ♪ and time passes by ♪
- [ Bell ringing ]
I know, dear. I don't want to,
but what choice do I have?
I can't trust you to stay
if you're not sedated.
- You might try and run off again.
- [ Bell rings ]
We're not there yet,
but we will be.
I know we will.
[ Bell ringing ]
♪ so I feel
that to be real that ♪
- ♪ and it's something ♪
- [ Inhaler hisses ]
♪ this little bird ♪
It's gonna happen.
I can feel it.
♪ fly away ♪
♪ no salt on her tail ♪
♪ no salt
on her tail ♪
♪ no cage ♪
♪♪
♪ because that would be
the best philosophy ♪
[ Music stops ]
[ Door creaking ]
[ Lock clicks ]
Hello?
♪♪
[ Groans ]
[ Clattering, rumbling ]
[ Clattering, rumbling ]
[ Coughs ]
[ Whimpering ]
[ Panting ]
[ Coughs ]
Who are you?
Who put you in there?
Is this a sick joke?
You did!
All right, the forensic
accountant examined
Panetti's financials.
And according to him,
the $200,000 was paid to
the Atlantic Coast
Lepidopterology
- Research Institute.
- Lepidopterology?
Yeah, its website advertises it
as a non-profit
dedicated to the research
of butterflies.
But it's not a 501 (c)(3)
and it's not listed
in any directory of non-profits
that I can find.
In fact, their entire
board of directors
is made up
of stock photo models.
Ressler:
So the charity's a fake.
The 200k went into a Swiss
bank account and has since
been wired through dozens
of other banks.
The money has basically
just disappeared
into the ether by now.
Aram, I sent you a video.
The lead on Panetti
didn't pan out.
- Yeah, we've got nothing.
- Take a look at this.
Helen Dahle's husband said
he had to get away
to clear his head and think
about his wife's future.
Well, Robert Dahle did go
to Sarasota Springs,
and he did stay in the hotel
he mentioned,
but he did not stay alone.
Dahle was cheating on his wife.
Are you saying that the husband
hired the Apothecary
to kill his wife?
I'm just saying he definitely
had a motive.
[ Coughing ]
When did I meet you?
- Are you serious?
- Humor me.
- Last night.
- [ Coughs ]
Before you threw me
in the car and drove here.
Here? I-I, uh...
Who lives here?
How would I know?
I got here in a trunk.
Right.
I know this is...
[ Clears throat ]
...an unusual,
frightening predicament.
But I assure you,
I mean you no harm.
Says the man with the gun.
[ Coughing ]
What is your name?
Lou Lou.
- [ Coughing ]
- Lou Lou McLellan.
- [ Groans ]
- Hey, hey.
Can you be careful
with that thing?
[ Exhales ]
Was I alone last night,
or was I accompanied by...
anybody... my associate?
Uh, Dembe.
[ Coughing ]
No.
[ Coughing violently ]
- What is wrong with you?
- I don't know.
- You need a doctor.
- [ Coughing continues ]
[ Glass shatters ]
We're looking
for corticosteroids,
bronchodilator.
[ Coughing ]
[ Bottles thud ]
Oh--
Go, go, go. I'm fine.
[ Panting, gasping ]
[ Exhales, breathing heavily ]
- [ Pills rattle ]
- Corticosteroids.
Oh...
I've lived my entire adult life
surrounded by...
a corona of death.
- Some days I've even longed for it.
- [ Cap pops open ]
But lately, I-- I find I'm...
[ Pills rattle ]
I'm unwilling to go gentle
into that good night.
Bronchodilator.
We were told Ilario Panetti
poisoned her.
That's what we thought, too,
but the situation
has taken a turn.
We found surveillance footage.
Do either of you
recognize this woman?
- When was this?
- Last weekend.
That's impossible.
Helen and Robert have
a very happy marriage.
He's a model husband.
They've been head over heels
for each other
from the day they met.
He'd never dream of straying.
We had to bully her into getting
the prenup, for God's sake.
There's a prenup?
Helen's father, John Tadsen,
was a hedge fund titan.
His New York firm was worth
$4.7 billion.
His children and his children's
children are set for life.
To protect his daughter
from gold diggers,
Tadsen made Robert
sign a prenup.
Now, according
to the agreement,
there's no payout for death
or divorce before 10 years.
How long have they been married?
They're two weeks shy of
their 10-year anniversary.
So that's either a really,
really bad coincidence or...
Or Helen found out
about the mistress,
and Robert put her
in the penalty box
so she couldn't divorce him
before the prenup expired.
What's the payout
after 10 years?
Close to $15 million.
I think we could bring this guy
in and take a run at him.
No. Take a shot at
the girlfriend first.
Let's see just how much
she really loves this guy.
[ Coughs ]
So are the police on their way?
Who's Elizabeth?
After I got some of those
pills in you, you came to.
Well, sort of.
Kept saying her name.
- [ Coughs ]
- Elizabeth.
Someone who'd miss you
if you died?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Tell me your name again.
Lou Lou.
Lou Lou.
You saved my life, Lou Lou.
Thank you.
Like I needed a dead
body on my conscience.
[ Chuckles ]
You were in bad shape.
Well, worse shape.
You try to hide it,
but you're scared.
I wasn't just
gonna leave you.
[ Inhales sharply ]
Well, it was remarkably
generous
given that I locked you
in the trunk of a car.
Well, you were pretty polite
about it, all things considered.
[ Coughing ]
[ Coughing continues ]
[ Inhales deeply ]
[ Exhales ]
I've been poisoned...
by someone close to me.
I need to figure out by who.
What happened last night?
I can't remember.
You and your friend broke into
the apartment across the hall.
I called the cops and then
I went over to peek
through the door.
It was all busted in,
and there you were.
I said the police are
on their way, and you said,
"My sincerest apologies,
but if that's the case,
then you're coming with us."
Then you put me in the trunk.
- Why?
- Damned if I know.
But while you were asleep,
I found out
the name of the guy
that lives in that apartment.
Marvin Gerard.
You know him?
He's my attorney.
Ressler: It's over, Brooklyn.
Robert told us everything.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
You've been on the hook, what,
two, three years
waiting for him to leave
Helen for you?
You finally figured out that
the only way that
you'd ever be with him
is over Helen's dead body.
And so you made a plan.
Poisoned her.
I'm not saying anything
until I have a lawyer.
She's in a coma.
Robert hasn't left her side.
Guess he changed his mind.
That's not true.
Ressler: Well, he told us
that you poisoned his wife.
Now if that's not true,
you better tell us
what really happened.
You know that woman treats him
like a servant, right?
He's carried that princess's
baggage for nine years,
- and he couldn't take it anymore!
- So you planned it together?
No, I told him I didn't want
anything to do with it.
But you knew
what he was doing.
See, that makes you
a co-conspirator.
Now if you wanna reduce
your jail time,
you're gonna tell us
exactly how he did.
How did he put her in a coma?
- I don't know how it works.
- [ Air hissing ]
Liz: You're gonna need to
tell us what you do know.
Brooklyn: It's a liquid.
Some sort of drop.
I've never seen him
actually use it.
I just know that he gives it
to her twice a week.
Liz: Who did he get
the poison from?
Brooklyn: He never said.
But I can tell you
where he keeps it.
[ Door slams open, gun cocks ]
What the hell? Hey!
Hey, you have no right
to come into my--
No knock search warrant.
I have no idea what
you're looking for.
But I guarantee you're not
gonna find it.
Unless you wanna parade that
on your perp walk,
- I suggest you get dressed.
- You think you're arresting me?
As a matter of fact, I do--
for the attempted murder
of Helen Dahle.
And if you want even a sliver
off your sentence,
you're gonna tell us who made
that poison for you.
I have no idea what that is.
Hmm. Let's get this to the lab,
ID was kind of a poison it is.
Maybe it'll tell us something
about whoever created it.
Everything we've gone through
has finally paid off.
We're pregnant.
I wanted so badly to show you,
but I didn't wanna jinx us.
I know. Believe me,
I'm just as excited as you.
[ Bell rings ]
What's wrong?
[ Rings ]
- The mobile. You don't love it.
- [ Breathing unevenly ]
You know what?
You're right.
I'll fix it.
I want you to be happy.
- [ Bell rings ]
- Everything's gonna be perfect.
[ Bell ringing ]
[ Door creaking ]
[ Coughs ]
[ Door closes ]
What were we doing here?
[ Coughs ]
[ Pills rattle ]
[ Cap pops open ]
Becky.
I took you to Marvin's
fiancée's house.
Looks like he left in a hurry.
- [ Machine beeps ]
- Marvin. It's Raymond.
We're all here at John's.
Where are you?
[ Machine beeps ]
[ Groans ]
John's.
I know that place.
It's not very far.
I could take you.
You've been...
kind to
an extraordinary degree
considering how we began
our acquaintance.
But I won't drag you
any further into this.
You don't deserve that.
I'll take it from here.
- [ Inhales deeply ]
- Well, I hope you get better.
And I hope you find the answers
you're looking for.
I hope you get to see
Elizabeth again.
Guys?
This Apothecary,
this guy is good.
- You got the toxicology report?
- He knew Helen Dahle.
I'm sorry. Not know, know
like he met her.
He knew her medical history
and he used it against her.
Helen's doctors think she went
into a coma because
of a reaction to a tree nut
allergy, but the truth is,
this Apothecary used
some sort of complex,
weaponized allergen
to trigger the same reaction.
Meaning her doctors--
Were treating the symptoms,
but not the cause.
How does this help us
with Reddington?
We have to find out if
Reddington has any
pre-existing conditions,
which one was targeted.
And find an antidote
to reverse the effects
all in the next
several hours.
Right, that-- that is
the bad news.
There's good news?
The lab did find one
distinct element
in the molecular structure
of the drops
taken from Robert Dahle's
apartment.
A peptide unique to the venom
of Bungarus flaviceps,
also known as
the red-headed krait.
- Incredibly rare.
- So it's easy to trace.
Only four suppliers
in the world,
and only one in America.
A defunct reptile farm
outside of Scranton, PA.
Hightower Serpentarium.
Owned by...
Asa Hightower, who,
according to his license,
still lives
in an apartment on site.
Get there now.
- [ Door slams open ]
- FBI!
[ Door closes ]
[ Door creaks ]
- Clear.
- Clear.
[ Bell ringing ]
[ Ringing continues ]
[ Ringing continues ]
[ Door creaking ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Panting ]
♪♪
♪♪
I'm sending these files to Aram
to cross-reference them
with any unexplained
poisoning deaths.
Oh, there are dozens
of victims here.
- Here's Helen Dahle.
- Helen Dahle.
Hey. Get these to the lab.
Hopefully that file will help
the antidote for her.
The wife's coming around.
It's gonna be okay,
Mrs. Hightower.
[ Weakly ]
I have to tell you... where...
Are you trying to tell us
where your husband is?
[ Exhales ]
What happened here?
What happened?
What happened is you summoned us
here to dinner
and locked us in the kitchen
without an explanation.
Feel free to give us one now.
Three of my accountants,
a couple of money launderers,
a handful of...
investment advisors
and bankers.
Believe me, David, no one wants
an explanation more than I.
Please.
Accept my apologies.
Just take me back to the dinner
and... tell me what happened.
Mr. Reddington,
you invited us to dinner.
We're sitting here. You--
you get up, you make a speech.
Thank you all for coming
on such short notice.
I must admit, I've never had
the pleasure of dining
in this particular
establishment before.
I do wish we could enjoy it
under more auspicious
circumstances,
but so be it.
[ Coughs ]
It was about the attack
on your assets.
- [ Coughing ]
- By whoever killed Zack Smoll?
I've always found stories
of betrayal
to be so compelling,
so tragic
for all those involved.
Judas, Iago,
men who were beloved by
those they'd betrayed.
You were telling one of
those stories you love.
If you're even thinking
about another parable,
I may strangle you myself.
Ironic, isn't it?
That the ones in whom
we place our greatest trust
are best positioned to put
the knife in our backs.
You said you had Levine
follow the money.
The funds came from
one of your own accounts.
The 11 people to whom I extended
invitations tonight
were the only ones
who could have accessed
that particular account.
One of those 11 is a traitor,
and only 10 of you are here.
Perhaps our Judas didn't have
the nerve to attend
this last supper.
Well, I can assure you,
I will find the guilty party,
and he or she will be held
accountable.
Cheers.
You sent the chef
and his staff home,
you took our phones, you locked
us in the kitchen.
- I prefer something stronger.
- [ Sighs ]
This'll do for the moment.
[ Glass shatters ]
What the hell is wrong with you?
The wine.
I had a glass of wine
at the dinner.
Was it from one of
these bottles?
No. The waiter poured it from
a bottle that was set aside.
What bottle?
[ Coughs ]
_
Marvin Gerard.
Aram, we need a list of all
the stores that sell
baby products in a 10-mile
radius of the serpentarium.
- Baby stores?
- What about Reddington?
- Did you find an antidote?
- There were no medical records,
nothing about
Reddington on file.
Navabi: Wait, why are we
looking for baby stores?
Hightower's wife thinks he's out
buying nursery supplies.
- She's pregnant.
- I thought she was comatose?
- That's when he assaulted her.
- My God.
The closest one is
Albee Baby in Harding.
I'm sending you an address now.
Looking for a mobile?
I thought perhaps
the planets,
but I think we'll go with
the dinosaurs.
Reptiles have a special
place in our hearts.
Well, congratulations.
You must be thrilled.
How far along is she?
Almost 7 weeks.
It's our first.
Mom's on bed rest, so
the shopping is all up to me.
Asa Hightower, FBI.
Hands where I can see them.
[ Shrieks, gasping ]
Look around, Agent.
You really wanna start
shooting here?
We have your files, your wife.
She's eager to testify
against you.
Now put it down.
[ Gasps ]
[ Grunting ]
Get down! On the ground.
How'd you know that was
gonna work?
You ever trip over one of
those things in the dark?
- They're lethal.
- [ Cellphone vibrates ]
- [ Liz sighs ]
- [ Vibrating continues ]
- Reddington.
- Elizabeth, where are you?
Asa Hightower, the Apothecary--
we have him in custody
and we found his lab.
Have you i-identified
the toxin?
The lab's working on it.
Not yet, but they will.
[ Coughs ]
[ Groans ]
Elizabeth, I found the wine
that was used
to administer the poison.
One of my men is bringing it
to you now.
If the Apothecary
doesn't tell you
what you need to know,
the bottle will.
Okay. You're gonna be okay,
Reddington.
[ Coughing ]
Reddington?
[ Coughing continues ]
Reddington!
- [ Coughing violently ]
- Oh!
All right. Let's keep
this simple.
We have two questions--
who paid you to poison
Reddington,
and how do we cure him?
My clients contact me
anonymously over the dark web.
They don't want me to know
who they are
and I don't want to know.
Clean.
The antidote for the poison
you gave Reddington.
First of all, I did not
poison him.
I merely provided the means
for someone else to do so.
I've never poisoned anyone.
I'm sure your wife
would disagree.
My wife was running around
with Clive Hollis.
I'm just sure about it.
She needed to be... subdued.
She's a very confused woman,
but she'll come around.
Come around to what?
The fact that you
repeatedly raped her?
Having raided my facility,
you're in possession
of information
that will help you solve
well over 20 cold cases
and bring others out of various
altered states.
You will return them
to their lives and families.
Really, you should be
thanking me.
- You're delusional.
- I'm not crazy.
I know you're gonna charge me
regardless of my innocence.
But I have something you want
and vice versa.
- What's that?
- Simple.
You take the death penalty
off the table,
and I'll tell you how to
cure Raymond Reddington.
All that bravado.
You're afraid of the needle.
I'm not afraid to die,
but it turns out
I have something to live for.
I'm gonna be a father.
We wished for a child
for so long.
Even from a jail cell,
we'll be a family.
Hey.
I, uh... Oh, uh,
I didn't think he was
the flowers and balloons
kind of guy.
I was gonna go with wine,
but then I remembered
Mr. Reddington said
he may have been poisoned
with wine, so I, uh...
And besides, who doesn't
like papaya?
It's perfect. He'll love it.
Mr. Cooper, you came.
What do we know?
The Apothecary gave us
all the antidotes.
It's been given to Reddington?
But last we checked, he was
still in critical condition.
- Do we think the Apothecary lied?
- I don't know.
You know, he has to be okay.
There's no shame
in hoping for the best,
even for the worst of us.
I want to caution you against
unwarranted optimism,
but he's stable for the moment.
- Do you think he'll recover?
- Too early to say.
Uh, it'll be a while before we
know the extent of the damage
already done, but the antidote
does seem to be working.
Cooper: Is there anything
else you can tell us?
Well, just that
whoever poisoned him
knew his medical history--
intimately.
The toxins were
uniquely designed
to target his body chemistry.
Can we see him?
Well, he's just coming to.
You should give him
a few minutes.
[ Monitor beeping steadily ]
Welcome back.
- Did you find Marvin?
- [ Clears throat ]
Oh, yeah. I found the weasel.
Tell me what happened.
I put the word out.
We found him at Dulles.
He was with his broad,
the big girl.
Bags packed, headed for
the South Pacific.
Thank you, Glen. Good work.
And Dembe?
[ Paper rips ]
Have Marvin taken
to that address.
[ Exhales ]
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
It's the tox lab.
Yes?
What?
- I don't under--
- What is it?
That can't be right.
Are you sure?
Reddington, the result--
♪♪
[ Door creaking ]
Red. What the hell is
this about?
Where's Dembe?
Dembe? How would I know?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I don't know what any
of this is about.
Please wait outside.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
Unfortunately, for this grand
pantomime of innocence,
I know a great deal
about all of it.
I know about the wine.
I know about you hiring
Isabella Stone.
About Zack Smoll,
Stratos and his wife.
I know that you were
one of very few people
who had access to the account
that financed
the attacks against me.
I know that's why
you didn't come to dinner.
The only thing I don't know
is what you've done with Dembe.
I didn't show up to dinner
because Becky and I were
on our way to a yoga retreat
in Tahiti.
It's a place we found when you
sent us down there last year,
you remember?
Tell me where Dembe is.
Red, I swear to you.
I don't know any of what
you're talking about.
[ Inhales sharply ]
I shouldn't be surprised.
We're criminals, after all.
It's in our nature to betray.
I didn't do whatever it is
you think I did.
Remember that wretched
bit of business
on the Malay Peninsula?
I was positive
I would rot alone
in that holding cell
in Surat Thani.
Slowly eaten alive by mosquitos
to the constant refrain of
body blows and screaming.
47 interminable days
of near-constant rain.
I couldn't be sure any of my
messages had been dispatched.
And then, on the 48th day,
they swung the cell door wide
and handed me a package.
Half a dozen tins of chilled
Beluga caviar and a note.
"Love, Marvin."
When I think of it--
guards on two continents--
the bribes alone must have
cost you a fortune.
I still cannot fathom
how you managed to pull it off
from inside a federal prison.
But you had my undying
gratitude,
so when the opportunity arose,
I facilitated your freedom.
Exactly.
Why would I betray you?
We'll get to why soon enough.
But first,
I need to know about Dembe.
Jesus, Red, I don't know what
the hell you're talking about.
[ Door opens ]
It's Elizabeth Keen.
She says it's important.
- Yes?
- The wine was clean.
The tox lab said there was
nothing in it.
That's not possible.
Check again.
They said the poison had to
have been administered
by something with a higher
alcohol content,
- like gin or...
- Scotch.
Liz:
Yes. Did you drink scotch?
I did.
[ Sniffs ]
But there were only two people
who had access to the bottle.
And I'm one of them.
Liz: Who was the other?
[ Inhales ]
No, it can't be.
Raymond, are you okay?
Reddington, talk to me.
Who poisoned you?
♪♪
[ Bob Dylan's "All Along
The Watchtower" playing ]
That can't be.
♪♪
♪ there must be some
kind of way outta here ♪
♪ said the joker to the thief ♪
♪ there's too much confusion ♪
♪ I can't get no relief ♪