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Stan, you need to get here as fast as you can.

I'm worried about you.

Look, for all we know, CID already has him in custody.

Yeah? Then why haven't we heard from Nitesh or Maryanne?

I don't know, but I'm sure there's a logical explanation.

There were ambulances at the CID safehouse!

Just sit tight. I'll be at the motel soon.

We'll talk to...

Hans.

No.

It can't be.

Can't be what, Stan?

It can't be what?

Him. He's here.

Oh, my God. Stan, you have to get out of there.

Stan? Are you there?

Stan?

Stan?

Stan?

I'm just saying, I don't understand.

That may be what you're saying,

but the way you're saying it

sounds like you don't trust me.

Then let me start over.

I love you, and whatever this is...

This is cancer. Maybe.

That's why you got the blood test, to get a second opinion.

What I don't understand is why the Bureau wouldn't let you

give the oncologist the drug test.

I don't know.

I know you're an amazing instructor,

but would our national security really be at risk

if someone else trained the cadets?

What can I say? I'm that good.

When you stopped being a field agent,

I thought you were safe.

Now this?

I wish I could protect you.

You do.

In every way that matters.

Hey.

I do trust you.

I'm here to see Raymond.

He said it was urgent.

Raymond is troubled.

Some man and his airfields.

Jovan Lovic?

Raymond wanted to meet.

The man refused because of you.

Me?

I didn't do this to hurt him.

Dembe.

The Havana Syndrome... What do you know about it?

It's a series of ailments...

Headaches, fatigue, vertigo, blurred vision...

First reported by American diplomats in Cuba,

and later by U.S. personnel in embassies around the world.

Mysterious ailments caused by

a mysterious weapon.

A directed-energy weapon.

Mmm. Mierce, those are delicious.

You are a wonder.

I can't imagine a life without either of them.

Mystery weapon.

Do you know how to locate one?

I know that one has recently gone missing,

one that this country and this country's enemies

would dearly love to get their hands on.

I thought the weapons were made by our enemies.

Yes, well, in the Yankee Doodle spirit of

"any way you can kill, I can kill better,"

the Americans transformed Cuba's pea-shooter model

into a particularly fearsome iteration

that has the potential to usher in

a brutal new form of guerrilla warfare.

About Jovan Lovic...

Lovic is my problem.

The problem you should focus on is finding this weapon.

These weapons can disable people

by sending highly powered energy waves

through walls, floors, ceilings without detection.

According to Raymond,

the Pentagon responded to the energy weapon attacks

by tasking DARPA to design one of their own,

which they did, only for the chief engineer to disappear

along with the prototype.

The chief engineer... What do we know about him?

His name is Dr. Benjamin Okara.

He immigrated to the U.S. from Lagos when he was ten.

Agent Park, welcome to the party.

Sorry. I got in my car and ended up at the academy.

Habit, I guess.

Okara has a Ph.D. in electrical engineering from MIT,

where he won the somewhat unusual distinction

of being the only summa cum laude graduate

to have been suspended four times.

Apparently, the last one was for assembling a Zamboni

in the faculty dining hall.

AI-enabled target processing, hypersonic missile defense.

Okara has quite the resume.

But did Reddington say why he went rogue?

Only that the weapon can fetch a fortune on the black market,

but it's equally possible he's been turned.

We just don't know.

We may not know his motives,

but we can certainly find out about the weapon he stole.

Park, Ressler, get over to DARPA.

We need to know what this thing is capable of.

What are you doing here?

You sound like Peter.

Oh, so you told him? Good. Of course I told him.

And then I proceeded to lie to him about how I found out

and why I couldn't give the oncologist my drug test.

Well, because it was my test using your urine.

Which, if you hadn't given me,

you wouldn't have known something was wrong,

so, uh, you're welcome.

Agents Ressler and Park are here.

Please, come in.

Your office called to say you were on your way over.

Then you know why we're here. I do.

And as I told the gentleman I spoke with,

I can't comment on classified projects.

We know about the directed-energy weapon,

that Okara supervised its development,

that he's taken the prototype and gone who knows where.

We were kind of hoping you were the "who" who knows.

I am sorry, but I can't confirm or deny

even the existence of classified projects.

What about the scientists who work on them?

Can you tell us who else worked on the project

you can't tell us about?

Or if the military has at least begun an investigation?

I wish I could, but as I'm sure you can appreciate,

I can't even speculate about personnel or investigations

that may or may not be connected to classified projects

that may or may not exist.

You know what isn't speculative?

That a powerful weapon is missing,

that in the wrong hands, it could do incredible damage,

and that you're too busy covering your own ass

to help us prevent that from happening.

I'm late for a meeting.

Alison will show you out.

DARPA is investigating.

I'm sorry?

The project's secret, and they don't want any leaks,

but Director Reiss has been on the phone with investigators

every day for the last week.

There were five scientists on Okara's team.

Were?

Stan Rogers was killed in a car crash yesterday morning.

What about the other scientists?

No one knows. It's like they all disappeared.

The whole team is missing?

We need their names... Everyone on the team.

Can you do that?

Hans! Listen, Stan's missing.

Desert. Ash. Beware.

Oh, my God.

The ballistics match the ones from the homicide report

and from my service weapon.

Honey, it doesn't mean that you did it.

The bullet that shot Doug Koster came from my gun.

It's been over eight years. He's in our past.

What... One night, you get drunk and you kill him?

I went to the precinct. I was gonna confess.

But I can't remember what happened.

I wish you had.

Turned myself in?

Told the truth.

If you don't and they find the ballistics,

no one's gonna believe that you're innocent.

Oh, sorry.

We, uh, have an update on the scientists.

I'll be right down.

I sent a blood sample to the lab to find out if I was drugged.

When will you get the results?

A week. Maybe more.

Until then, I'm not admitting to anything.

If the police find out, I just...

A friend ran the ballistics on my weapon.

No one else knows, and no one's gonna know.

We have a lot of things to worry about,

but the police finding out about my involvement

isn't one of them.

I'll talk to you later.

First, the scientists.

Olivia Martinez, Nitesh Shah, Maryanne Sims,

Hans Fielder, and Stan Rogers.

All of them worked for Okara,

and as of yesterday, all are missing.

Next, cause of death.

The radiologist who examined Rogers

says that his brain damage is worse

than what he suffered in the crash.

Meaning Okara may have used the prototype on Rogers.

Why would Okara do that?

Use it on one of his colleagues?

If his goal was to sell it, that makes no sense.