The Blacklist Declassified

 

🅾️ Features:

Slideshow: “Very Special” Scene
Slideshow: Episode in Tweets, Part A
Slideshow: Episode in Tweets, Part B

 

⭕ Episode 1:1 Pilot (Ranko Zamani)

 
Blurb: Raymond “Red” Reddington, Number Four on the FBI’s Most Wanted list and underground for 20 years, offers to turn over criminals one by one from “The Blacklist,” his personal list of under-the-radar criminal “politicians, mobsters, hackers, spies.” He has a single demand: that he speak only with Elizabeth Keen, an FBI profiler fresh out of Quantico.

 

(8:57 mins)

 
Grey (Newton Philips): Must be good to be home again, sir.
Red: Yeah. Well, we’ll see about that.
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Red: Good afternoon. I’m here to see Assistant Director Harold Cooper.
Clerk: Do you have an appointment?
Red: I do not. Tell him it’s Raymond Reddington.
[ Red puts down his briefcase alongside the FBI seal emblazoned in the floor. He takes off his coat, folds it and places it on top of his briefcase. The receptionist has pulled up Red’s file online: “10 Most Wanted: Raymond Reddington” She quickly hits the alarm, which begins to blare loudly. Red places his hat on top of his folded jacket, then drops to his knees on the FBI seal, hands clasped behind his head, as he is quickly surrounded by armed guards with rifles aimed at his head ]

 
Ressler: Ressler. Washington field office. I’m the case agent on Reddington.
Cooper: Assistant FBI Director Cooper: When did this happen?
Ressler: Under an hour ago.
Cooper: We confirm it’s actually him?
Ressler: It’s him all right. Prints match. Tattoos. He even volunteered classified details about a Brussels Mission in ’08.
Cooper: What happened in Brussels?
Ressler: Sir? We tried to kill him, sir.
Cooper: [ Looking at video monitor ] It really is him.
Ressler: Came in with a briefcase containing every alias he’s ever used. Most of ’em we’ve never even heard of.
Cooper: What does he want?
Ressler: Don’t know. Won’t talk. He’s a stone.
Cooper: Call lab services. Have them fit him with an AlphaChip RFID tag. Assemble a full intel review. NSA. CIA.
Ressler: What exactly do you want to know?
Cooper: Everything.

 
Ressler: Raymond “Red” Reddington attended the Naval Academy. Top of his class. Graduated by the time he was 24. He was being groomed for admiral. Then in 1990, Reddington’s coming home to see his wife and his daughter for Christmas. He never arrives. This highly respected officer up and disappears from the face of the earth until four years later when classified NOFORN documents start showing up in Maghreb, Islamabad, Beijing. These leaks were traced to Reddington. This guy’s an equal opportunity offender, a facilitator of sorts, who’s built an enterprise brokering deals for fellow criminals.
[ An RFID tracking chip iis injected into Red’s arm ]
Red: Ouch.
Ressler: He has no country. He has no political agenda. Reddington’s only allegiance is to the highest bidder.
Tech: They call him something in the papers.
Cooper: “The concierge of crime.”
Tech: He’s online.
Red: Evidently someone with the authority to make decisions has arrived. I think I smell the stench of your cologne, Agent Cooper. Smells like hubris.
Cooper: Get these feeds fixed. I want him up here. Come on.
Red: You must have many questions, so let’s begin with the most important one. Why I’m here. Remember the 1986 attack on the U.S. Embassy in Damascus, the abduction of the six foreign nationals from the French consulate in Algiers in ’97, or the 2002 breach of the Krungthai Bank in Bangkok? You see these events as unrelated. I can tell you one man is responsible for all three. His name is Ranko Zamani. You want him. I want him. So let’s say for the moment our interests are aligned.
 

 
Tech: Ranko Sinisa Zamani. Serbian national educated in the U.S.
Cooper: Ranko Zamani’s been dead for six years. He’s a non–existent threat.
Red: Then a dead man just stepped off United 283 from Munich to Dulles.
Tech: He entered the country under the name Sacha M. Chacko. Cleared customs at 10:56 a.m.
Ressler: Listen up, people. The lab just pulled a latent print from the airline arm rest. Nine points of comparison. Zamani’s alive.
Cooper: You have my attention.
Red: Were you wrong?
Cooper: I was wrong.
Red: Yes, you were wrong. At least it’s not the first time. Familiar territory. Now, I’ll give you Zamani, but first –
Cooper: No “but firsts.” You don’t decide anything.
Red: Agent Cooper, you’ve overestimated your authority. I said I’ll help you find Zamani, and I will. But from this point forward, there’s one very important rule: I speak only with Elizabeth Keen.
Ressler: Who the hell’s Elizabeth Keen?

 
[ Liz Keen is home in bed, sleeping alongside her husband Tom. Hudson, their dog, wakes Tom ]
Tom: Oh, buddy. Seriously, dude?
Liz: Babe, what time is it?
Tom: I don’t know. What time you gotta be there?
Liz: Oh, crap.
Tom: What’s up?
Liz: Crap!
Tom: What?
Liz: No! My first day!
Tom: Babe, are you good? You need help?
Liz: I missed the bus, babe. I’m gonna need to take the car.
Tom: You can’t take the car. I need the car. I’ve got field trip planning committee.
Liz: You took the dog out, right?
Tom: I did. For the field trip Air and Space or the D.C. Zoo?
Liz: The zoo’s gender neutral.
Tom: All right. Good thinkin’.
Liz We’re out of milk.
Tom: Oop. Sorry.
Liz: Is this pee? I’m standing in pee, babe.
Tom: He’s your dog, too.
Liz: Yeah, thanks a lot. I’m gonna smell like a urinary tract infection on my first day!
Tom: Hey, don’t forget we got the last adoption meeting today. One–thirty. You heard me, right? One–thirty.
Liz: Yep. One–thirty. Last meeting.
Tom: I’m in the car. You got the keys?
Liz: Yeah, in my pocket.
Tom: I got your coffee.
Liz: No more peeing, dude.
Tom: What? We both woke up seven minutes ago. I’m pretty sure my pants are on backwards and I can barely see straight. But you are somehow dressed, composed, and as beautiful as the day I met you.
Liz: I think I’m forgetting something.
Tom: Yeah.
Liz: You know I’m not gonna let this job come between us and our family, right?
Tom: I know.
Liz: We want a family, we’re going to have a family.
Tom: Were you serious about that kid thing? Because I got stuff goin – Ow! Mama.
Liz: Today’s the day.
Tom: Yeah, I know. Man, I am so proud of you.
Liz: Thanks.
Tom: You worked so hard for this. Are you nervous?
Liz: No. But I am very late.

 
[ Suddenly a helicopter roars overhead and police cars converge in front of the step-down apartment ]
Ressler: Agent Keen. Donald Ressler. Washington field office. I need you to come with me right away.
Liz: Babe, I don’t think I’m gonna need to take the car.
[ Liz hands Tom car keys ]

 
[ Helicopter flying over the National Mall ]

 
Cooper: Agent Keen. Am I getting that right?
Liz: Yes, sir.
Cooper: Harold Cooper. Assistant Director of Counterterrorism.
Liz: Yes, sir. I know who you are, sir.
Cooper: So, uh, can you tell us what’s going on?
Liz: I wish I could. I can tell you that I’ve been vetted by the agency like everyone else, you know, same background checks, psych profiles. I’m sure OPR’s trolling my digital footprint right now, and I can tell you what they’ll find.
Cooper: What will they find?
Liz: Nothing. I have no history with Reddington.
Cooper: They tell me today’s your first day as a profiler.
Liz: Yes, sir. I was reassigned from New York. I graduated Quantico last month.
Cooper: Congratulations.
Liz: Thank you.
Cooper: Do me a favor. Profile yourself.
Liz: I’m sorry, sir?
Cooper: Who are you? What is he looking for? Profile Elizabeth Keen.
Liz: Oh. Okay. Uh Um, well, I’ve been with the Bureau for four years. I was the head of the Mobile Emergency Psych Unit in New York. We worked murders, extortion–
Cooper: Read your résumé.
Liz: Of course. My colleagues call me “sir.” They think I’m a bitch. Like most kids who raised themselves, I can display narcissistic behavior. I can be withdrawn, disconnected. Uh, I have a deep yearning to understand and relate to the criminal mind. I’m board certified in forensic psychology, and yet I operate under the delusion that I can rewrite my past by having kids of my own.
Cooper: Do you find it odd Reddington surrendered himself the day you started working as a profiler?
Liz: I think that it suggests he was waiting for me.
Cooper: Why you? Specifically.
Liz: Because I’m new and he thinks I can be easily manipulated. The man obviously doesn’t know me very well.

 
Liz: What is this place?
Ressler: D.C. Metro Sorting Facility, U.S. Postal Service. It was abandoned and slated for demo twelve years ago. The Bureau acquired the building post–9/11. Been operating a variety of covert operations here ever since.
Liz: So this is a black site?
Ressler: We’re sentimental. We prefer to call it The Post Office.

 
Cooper: [ To Liz ] If you need anything, remember we’re right here.
[ Liz walks down from observation deck to floor of facility. A chair awaits her. Reddington is cuffed (wrists and ankles) to a chair inside a containment unit (the ‘orange box’), bullet and blast-resistant, designed to prevent ingress or egress. The door of the unit swings slowly outward, then the unit is pulled clanking backwards, leaving only the platform which forms the floor of the unit with the cuffed Reddington ]
 

 

 
Red: Agent Keen, what a pleasure.
Liz: Well I’m here.
Red: You got rid of your highlights. You look much less … Baltimore. Do you get back home much?
Liz: Tell me about Zamani.
Red: I haven’t been home in years.
Liz: Why involve me? I’m nobody. It’s my first day. Nothin’ special about me.
Red: Oh, I think you’re very special… Within the hour, Ranko Zamani will abduct the daughter of U.S. General Daniel Ryker. There’ll be some kind of diversion, communications will be scrambled, then he’ll grab the girl. He wants to be out of the country within 36 hours. If you don’t move quickly, she will die. That’s what I know.
Liz: And how do you know this?
Red: Because I’m the one who got him into the country.
Liz: And I’m supposed to believe you?
Red: No, of course not! I’m a criminal. Criminals are notorious liars. Everything about me is a lie. But if anyone can give me a second chance, it’s you.♤ The two of us have overcome so much. I mean, look at you. Abandoned by a father who was a career criminal, a mother who died of weakness and shame. And yet here you are, about to make a name for yourself, about to capture Ranko Zamani. I’m gonna make you famous, Lizzie.♤
 

 
[ Liz is once again in the observation area, where the Post Office command center is located ]
Liz: What did you tell him?
Ressler: What are you talking about?
Liz: How did he know those things? Private things about my family?
Ressler: Why didn’t your father’s criminal record show up on your background report?
Liz: We need to contact the SWAT commander at Quantico. Roll a team out to the girl.
Ressler: This is nonsense. He’s bluffing, sir.
Liz: No, he’s establishing value.
Ressler: I’ve been the case agent on this guy for five years.
Liz: And five years has gotten you what? You asked me here, you asked my opinion. Here it is. That girl’s gonna get taken.

 
Liz: Excuse me. [ On cell ] Tom. Thank God you picked up.
Tom: Hey, tell me you’re close. What’s going on? Are you close?
Liz: That helicopter, they flew me to the Assistant Director, put me on a case, and I can’t get away right now.
Tom: You’re kidding, right? The adoption people, they’re all waiting. Liz, are you there?

 
Ressler: Put on a great show in there. You better pull yourself together because you just called in the cavalry.
Liz: Can I just have one minute, um –
Ressler: We don’t have a minute. Come on. Let’s go.

 
Liz: [ On phone ] I’m sorry. I know we had an appointment, but there’s a girl, something happened I- I can’t tell you. It’s classified. This whole day is classified.
Tom: Lizzie Lizzie, babe, if- if it’s too much, we don’t have to do this right now, okay? We don’t have to do it. We’ll just– We’ll do it next year. But if we are gonna go through with this, you gotta do it with me. I can’t do it alone, Lizzie.
Ressler: We gotta go.
Liz: No. No. Tom, listen, our family is the only thing that matters, okay? – It’s the only thing that matters.
Tom: Okay. All right, let me, uh Let me handle it, I’ll, um, I’ll take care of it. I think this woman might punch me in the face, – but I got it.
Liz: I am so sorry.
Tom: Don’t be sorry, just be safe, okay? I love you.
Liz: I love you too.

 
Soldier: Sir.
Admiral: At ease.
Soldier: We have a situation, sir. It’s about your daughter.
Admiral: My daughter?

 
[ At a ballet class, children ages 6 to 9 or so are practicing ]
Liz: Guys, with the guns, please. We don’t want to scare the kids. I got this.
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Instructor: Beth. Sweetie, this lady needs to speak to you.
Liz: Hi, Bethany, don’t be scared. I just need you to come with me, okay? Thank you.

 
[ Inside SUV ]
Liz: Your name’s Beth, right?
Beth: Yeah?
Liz: My name’s Beth, too. I’m Elizabeth. My friends call me Liz, though. You can call me Liz if you want.
Beth: My daddy has a pin like that. [ Flag pin ]
Liz: Oh, yeah? I bet your daddy has lots of medals. To get a pin like this you gotta be really brave. This can be your special pin, okay? There you go. You like it? [ Beth gives Liza toy elastic bracelet ] Oh You don’t have to – Thank you so much. This is beautiful. Wow.
Beth: The bull’s pokey. Be careful.
Liz: Okay, I’ll be careful.

 
[ The SUV they are in slows ]
Ressler: What’s going on?
Liz: Hey, what’s going on up there?
Soldier: HazMat has the road closed. We’ll be turning around.
Soldier: Rolling Thunder to Follow 1. Be advised we have a chemical spill ahead.
Soldier: Copy that. Proceeding to alternate route.

 
Liz: Do you want to call your daddy?
Beth: Yeah, I want to tell him I’m okay.
Liz: Okay.
Guard: Back up!
[ 💥‼️ Crash ‼️💥 A semi-truck plows into the car ]

 
Liz: Are you okay?
Beth: I think so.
[ 💥💥💥Gunfight💥💥💥 ensues ]
Guard: Tango, tango, tango, respond! I can’t see! I got blood in my–
[ The driver and guard in the front of the car are 💥shot💥 through]
Commando: Get the girl!
Commando2: [ To Liz ] If you want to save the girl, do not fire your weapon.
[ Commando lowers a gas mask through the car’s sunroof ]
Commando: Take it.
[ Smoke begins to fill the car ]
Liz: Okay, baby, this smoke’s gonna hurt us. All right? I need you to put this on for me.
Beth: What about you?
Liz: There’s only one. It’s for you, hon. Okay, listen to me. These men are gonna take you.
Beth: Are they gonna hurt me?
Liz: They’re not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna find you, okay?
Beth: Okay.
Liz: Beth, I’m gonna find you.
[ The commandos take Beth. They lower themselves and Beth with ropes to pontoon boats below and speed away ]
[ Spilled gasoline ignites and 💥🔥Explodes🔥💥– Ressler only escapes by jumping into the river below]

 
Admiral: Who made the call to send that girl after my daughter? Who made the call?!

 
[ Liz appears again before Red ]
Liz: Where’s the girl? It’s been four hours. Your people haven’t made any demands.
Red: My people? I told you Zamani would take the girl. I told you that’s all I knew. This is in your hands now.
Liz: I need your help with Zamani.
Red: How about a trade? You tell me and I’ll tell you. Tell me about the scar on your palm. I’ve noticed how you– stroke it.
Liz: There was a fire. I was fourteen.
Red: Someone tried to hurt you.
Liz: Not exactly, no.
Red: May I see it? Is a child really what you want?
Liz: How on earth – ?
Red: But a baby won’t fix what happened in the past.
Liz: You lost the right to speak about parenthood when you abandoned your wife and daughter on Christmas Eve. The girl.
Red: You won’t find the girl until you learn to look at this differently.
Liz: And how should I look at this?
Red: Like a criminal. May come easier than you think. Shall I show you?

 

(10 minutes)

 
Red: Well, at least you know what Zamani looks like. Oh, my goodness! I haven’t seen him in years. Very interesting fellow. Completely unrelated to this. You’re pointing at the wrong guy here. Miroslav. They call him The Chemist. A highly regarded munitions expert. He left MIT to work for the Russian, Vor Usoyan. Last two years – very expensive freelancer. I don’t know what the hell any of this is. Ooh, the German. A banker. Name’s Reinhardt. He’s most likely moving the money. What about the girl? What do you have on the girl and her father?
Liz: Your 36-hour timeline would suggest a singular event. Something in D.C. I’m not sure how the girl fits.
Red: What about the Chemist?
Liz: Important, well paid. Whatever Zamani’s planning is expensive. Some sort of attack?
Red: You’re thinking like a cop. Cops are so objective. They’re obligated to protocols. Make it personal.
Ressler: Okay, this is nonsense.
Liz: Zamani’s sick. CIA says he carries the Nipah virus. Dying makes him dangerous.
Red: So what does he desperately want before he dies? And how does that relate to the little girl?
Liz: Her father, the General, spent time in Bosnia supporting NATO troops in the Bihac Pocket region. Zamani’s home. He bombed a chemical weapons facility, poisoning the village. It’s about his family. They died, Zamani survived. He wants revenge. He hired the Chemist to build a bomb, detonate it in Washington. He’s gonna use Beth to settle the score, deliver the bomb.

 
Cooper: Okay, let’s move. We’re on a clock.
Red: I have an acquaintance. They call him The Innkeeper, runs a series of safe houses. Lean on him. He’ll know where to find the Chemist. You find the Chemist, you’ll find Zamani.
Liz: Where is this Innkeeper?
Red: If I tell you, you have to give me something in return. No more restraints, no more cages. If you want to capture Zamani, he has to believe I’m moving freely, in touch with old friends, staying in one of my favorite hotels…
Cooper: If you think we’re gonna put you up at the Sheraton …
Red: Save your Starwood points, Harold. The Sheraton’s not my scene.

 
[ Luxury hotel suite. Red tosses his hat onto a coffee table ]
Ressler: Hey, live it up, pal. Soon as this is over, you’re headed back to a black site.
Host: Mr. Homan, it’s awfully nice to have you back. There’s complimentary Champagne. As usual, the bed’s made up with blankets instead of a comforter. Will there be anything else?
Red: No, thank you, Eric. [ To Ressler: ] Tip the gentleman, will you?

 
[ FBI storms into a room in a safe house ]
FBI: Where is The Chemist? FBI! Hands!
The Chemist: Tranquilo, papi.

 
[ Cooper, Liz and Ressler observe Red over a video feed from his hotel room as he enjoys his dinner. He lifts a toast toward the video camera ]
[ Frank Sinatra’s ♫ “How lucky can one guy be?” plays]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said
Ain’t that a kick in the head?

Ressler: They found the lab. They’re interrogating the Chemist as we speak.
Liz: What about the bomb?
Ressler: We think that we got there before he built it.
Liz: I gotta get out of here and clear my head. Take a shower, see my husband.
Ressler: Don’t go too far.

 
[ Liz arrives home to balloons and a sign reading 🎊”It’s a Girl.”🎊She is elated ]
Liz: Oh, my– Did they say yes? Oh, baby! How did you do this? Oh, my God, I cannot believe– We’re gonna have a baby, and this is exac–
[ Liz begins to pour herself some wine from an opened bottle. She turns around. There is Tom tied to chair, duct tape over his mouth, bruised and bleeding ]
Liz: Tom?!
Ranko Zamani: [ Thick Slavic accent ] Sit down. Sit down!!! Do what I say or I’ll shoot your husband. See, Tom and I, we have been talking, trying to figure out how you knew I was in town. I tell him you figure out my plan to take the General’s daughter.
Liz: Tom, look at me.
Zamani: Make for nice surprise. But my people handle quite well, I think.
Liz: [ To Tom ] It’s gonna be okay.
Zamani: But then, your people come for my Chemist friend. I was finished with The Chemist, so you saved me payment for services. And for that, I thank you. But it did make me wonder what else you know. What else do you know?
Liz: I don’t– Tom!
Zamani: No, no, no, no, no. Over here. I ask question. What else do you know about my plan?
Liz: A bomb. Maybe. We don’t know. We only knew about the girl. The rest is just speculation.
Liz: Tom, baby, it’s gonna be okay.
[ Zamani stabs him in the abdomen ]
Tom: Uhh!
Liz: You son of a bitch!
Zamani: What else do you know about my plan?!
Liz: Nothing! I swear! Oh. My God.
Zamani: You’re not as smart as Reddington says. My friend, he is always so obsessed with you. I’m not sure why.
Liz: It’s gonna be okay.
Zamani: Now, what I have planned will make for many casualties. So now you have choice. Stop me now and save many Americans, or save only one. What do you choose?
Liz: Tom. Baby. Oh, my God. Baby, keep your eyes open. I’m gonna get help. I’m gonna get help. Don’t fall aslee– You’re gonna be okay! You’re gonna be okay.
Operator: 911. What is your emergency?

 
[ Liz confronts Red in his hotel suite ]
Liz: Did you send him? Are you the one who did this?
Red: Did what?
Liz: He was in my house! My husband is on a ventilator because Zamani came –
Red: Calm down and tell me what happened.
Liz: Don’t play stupid. You’re the only thing connecting us. He told me that you’re obsessed with me.
Red: Did he mention the girl or the bomb?
Liz: We’re not a team.
Red: Zamani.
Liz: I’m not your partner.
Red: What did he say?
Liz: I don’t know, he said– he said something about casualties and chemical agents, and he talked about you. He even thanked me for getting rid of the Chemist.
Red: So the bomb’s still in play.
Liz: [ Furiously ] Why the hell was he in my house?! Tell me! You know him! Why is my husband dying in a hospital right now?!
Red: The truth is, despite your feelings, your husband doesn’t matter. Zamani did you a favor, Lizzie.
[ Liz grabs pen from side table and stabs it into Red’s neck and holds it there. Blood begins to ooze out ]
Liz: Now, you know I just punched a hole in your carotid. Best chance, one minute before you pass out. So here’s how it’s gonna work. You tell me how I find Zamani and make this right, or I let you die right here. Understand?
Red: Yeah. But if I die you’ll never know the truth about your husband.
Liz: You know nothing about my husband.
[ Liz yanks put the pen, throwing it on the table ]

 
[ At a hospital, Ressler is standing guard outside Red’s hospital room ]
Liz: Agent Ressler? I gotta talk to him.
Ressler: You shouldn’t even be here. You’re under official review. You know that.
Liz: I know. The Chemist isn’t talking, is he?
Ressler: No.
Liz: Red knows Zamani. Just give me five minutes. Thank you…
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Liz: He’s gone.
[ Red is seen walking off, several floors below the hospital room ]

 
[ Red greets Ranko Zamani on the steps of the US Capitol ]
Red: It’s good to see you, old friend.
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[ In SUV, Ressler and other FBI agents follow Red’s tracking chip ]

Heard over FBI radio: Initiating track. Okay, got him. His chip indicates he’s at the Lincoln Memorial. We’re on him.
Forty seconds out. En route.

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Red: How did things go with Agent Keen?
Zamani: Paid her a visit, like you asked.
Red: And the husband?
Zamani: Like you asked.♤
Red: It’s a shame you’re gonna miss the cherry blossoms.
Zamani: I think a great many people will miss the cherry blossoms.
Red: Tell me, the General’s daughter is such a risk.
Zamani: This is about much more than one girl.

He’s on the move. Heading westbound.

Zamani: This is about the children. Raymond, today on this day I am giving their plague back to them. In sixty years they will be talking about this day– about my legacy.

Still heading west.

[ Liz’s cell phone beeps ]
Liz: Hello?
Red: There’s a wrinkle. Zamani wants more than the General’s daughter. He’s after children.
Liz: Where are you?

Radio: Approaching 14th. You gotta move! You gotta move!

Red: I need you to tell me what Zamani said. In the house what did he say, what did you see?
Liz: He, uh, he asked about the Chemist and about the girl.
Red: No. What did you see?
Liz: Uh, there was blood. There was blood everywhere.
Red: Take a breath, Lizzie.
Liz: Over here. There was a tattoo.
Red: He’s Serbian Orthodox.

Radio: You’re closing on him.

Red: He wouldn’t have a tattoo.
Liz: I know what I saw. This mark, I’ve seen it before. Field trip. DC. Air and Space or the D.C.Zoo? It wasn’t a tattoo. It was a stamp. Zamani’s gonna bomb the D.C. Zoo.

 
Ressler: I got nothin’. Come on, where is he?!

Radio. He’s turning onto Maryland Ave. Dead ahead. He’s dead ahead. He’s stopped. The signal has stopped. He’s right there.

Ressler: Where is he?!

Radio: He should be right behind you. Vertically. Are there stairs near you?

[ Ressler races up the stairs of large parking garage ]

 
[ Liz finds Beth sitting on park bench at the DC Zoo ]
Liz: Beth? Hi, honey. Are you hurt?
Beth: No.
Liz: Are you alone?
Beth: He said to wait here for my daddy. He said not to take it off.
[ Liz opens her jacket – she has a bomb strapped on inside her backpack. It has a timer that is ticking down ]
[ Liz’s phone beeps ]
Red: Whatever you do, don’t touch it.
Liz: There’s less than three minutes. I’ve got to evacuate, call the bomb squad–
Red: Your people will never be there in time. My friend, he’s on his way.
Liz: Your friend. What friend?

 
[ Ressler follows the tracking chip but it is Zamani he finds on top of the parking garage, Not Red. Zamani drops somethings then falls to his death. Picks up what Zamani dropped ]
Ressler: He pulled the tracking chip. Son of a bitch.

 
Liz: Did Reddington send you?
Ukrainian: [ Speaking Ukrainian ]
Liz: I can’t understand what you’re saying. Can you stop the bomb? Can you stop it?
Beth: Are we gonna be okay?
Liz: Yeah, baby, we’re gonna be okay. Hey. I was scared when I was your age, too. But I had a secret weapon to keep me safe. My daddy gave it to me. It’s very special. I’ve never shown it to anybody. It’s like magic.
Beth: What does it do?
Liz: Whenever I’m feeling sad or afraid, I just touch it like this, and it makes me brave. Do you want to see if it can make you brave?
Beth: Yeah?
Liz: You’re a brave girl.
Guy: Uzasny!
[ The bomb stops ticking with seconds to go. The Ukrainian takes Beth’s backpack and runs ]
Liz: Wait. Wait! What are you doing?!
Red: [ Walking up ] Just consider the device his payment for services.
Ukrainian: [ To Red ] Pesibo!
Red: Nos dash daisa!
Liz: That is a chemical weapon!
Red: He’s fascinated by the things. He certainly has more use for it than we do.
[ Beth sees her father and runs to him ]
Beth: Daddy!
Liz: Red vest, gray sweatshirt! He’s got the bomb!
Red: [ As Ressler handcuffs him; To Liz: ] We’re gonna make a great team.

 
Cooper: Who is the Ukrainian?
Red: I’m not gonna tell you.
Cooper: You gave him a chemical weapon.
Red: He took it. That’s the price of doing business, Harold, with certain people who can get certain things done. You know that. You never look at the larger picture. The bomb didn’t detonate, the girl is safe, Zamani’s dead. Frankly, I think this all went down rather swimmingly.
Ressler: This was never about Zamani. You surrendered and infiltrated the FBI to get at our intelligence.
Red: Your intelligence?
Ressler: To get that weapon.
Red: I certainly don’t want your intelligence, Agent Ressler. I’m quite happy with my own. I think it’s more likely that I tried to help you in good faith and had to finish the job myself because you couldn’t.
Cooper: I think we’re finished.
Red: Well, this was fun. Let’s do it again. Really, let’s do it again. Understand, Zamani was only the first.
Cooper: The first what?
Red: Name. On the list.
Cooper: What list?
Red: It’s called The Blacklist. That sounds exciting. That’s why we’re all here, of course. My wish list. A list I’ve been cultivating for over twenty years. Politicians, mobsters, hackers, spies.
Ressler: We have our own list.
Red: Agent Ressler, please. We all know your Top Ten is little more than a publicity campaign. It’s a popularity contest at best. I’m talking about the criminals who matter. The ones you can’t find because you don’t even know they exist. Zamani was a small fish. I’m Ahab. And if you want the whales on my list, you have to play by my rules. I never sleep in the same location for more than two nights in a row. I want a fully encrypted 8-millimeter tag embedded in my neck not that garbage from AlphaChip you stuck in my shoulder. I want my own security I’ve compiled a list of five acceptable applicants. Pick two. Whatever I tell you falls under an immunity package that I negotiate myself. And finally, most importantly, I speak only with Elizabeth Keen.

 
[ Liz is home cleaning up the blood on the carpet in her home ]
[ Jim James’s ♫ “Daylight comes, Daylight goes” plays ]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

♪ How far will reach
Ain’t nobody know
I use state–of–the–art Technology

[ Liz pulls up the bloody carpet and discovers a trap door in the floor. Inside is a wooden box with a strange carving on the lid. She removes the cover and discovers inside a large stash of cash, multiple passports with Tom’s picture but different names in different languages, and a handgun ]

♪ It’s supposed to make for better livin’
Are we better human beings?
And I’m straining to remember
Just what it means to be alive

 
[ Later Liz appears at Red’s cell. He is sleeping, standing in the dark against the wall. The lights come on. He wakes, squints. When he recognizes Liz, Red speaks: ]

Red: You’ve discovered something curious about your husband, haven’t you, Lizzie?
[ Jay-Z’s ♫ “99 Problems” plays]
[ ⬇ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ ♪ Tap square below twice to play ♪ ]

♪ If you’re havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems
And a bitch ain’t one

[ Red smiles ]

 
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Songs

♫ Ain’t That A Kick In The Head

By Dean Martin

♪ How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said,
“Ain’t that a kick in the head?”
The room was completely black,
I hugged her and she hugged back
Like the sailor said, quote,
“Ain’t that a hole in the boat?”

♪ My head keeps spinnin’,
I go to sleep and keep grinnin’
If this is just the beginnin’,
my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful

♪ I’ve sunshine enough to spread,
It’s just like the fella said
Tell me quick, ain’t that a kick in the head?

♪ Like the fella once said,
“Ain’t that a kick in the head?”
Like the sailor said, quote,
“Ain’t that a hole in the boat?”

♪ My head keeps spinnin’,
I go to sleep and keep grinnin’
If this is just the beginnin’,
my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful

♪ She’s tellin’ me we’ll be wed,
she’s picked out a king-size bed
I couldn’t be any better or I’d be sick
Tell me quick oh, ain’t that a kick?
Tell me quick ain’t that a kick in the head?

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Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2nXXr65
YouTube: https://youtu.be/0lm76UTmlDg

 

♫ A.E.I.O.U.
by Jim James

♪ Daylight come
Daylight go
How far will it reach
Ain’t nobody know

♪ When the dawn breaks
The cradle will fall
And down come baby
Cradle and all

♪ Now I know you need the dark
Just as much as the sun
But you signin’ on forever
When you ink it in blood

♪ A. E. I. O. U. E. I. O. U. A. E. I. O. U. I.

♪ I used the state of the art
Tech-nology
Supposed to make for better living
Are we better human beings?

♪ We’ve got out wires all crossed
Our tubes are all tied
And I’m straining to remember
Just what it means to be alive

♪ A life worth living
Now you can feel it in your chest
Buildin like little bullets
Just building up the nest

♪ And you build it up strong
And you fill it up with love
And you pray for good rain
All from the lord above

♪ A. E. I. O. U. E. I. O. U. A. E. I. O. U. I.

♪ I sued my state of the art
Tech-nology
Now don’t you forget it
It ain’t using me

♪ Cause when the power goes out
I got other means
Cause the power’s goin’ out
…the power’s goin’ out
I mean it, the power’s goin’ out
I really mean it the power’s goin’ out

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Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1OiURuu
YouTube: https://youtu.be/THj4UjM-ZfQ

 

♫ 99 Problems

by Jay-Z

“99 Problems”

♪ If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one

[Verse One]
♪ I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket’s closed
Rap critics that say he’s “Money Cash Hoes”
I’m from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You’d celebrate the minute you was having dough
I’m like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don’t like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don’t play they show
They don’t play my hits well I don’t give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads…fuckers
I don’t know what you take me as
or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I’m from rags to riches nigga I ain’t dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

[Chorus]
♪ 99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

[Verse Two]
♪ The year is ’94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain’t trying to see no highway chase with jake
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
So I…pull over to the side of the road
And I heard “Son do you know why I’m stopping you for?”
Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don’t know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
“Well you was doing fifty five in a fifty four”
“License and registration and step out of the car”
“Are you carrying a weapon on you I know a lot of you are”
I ain’t stepping out of shit all my papers legit
“Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?”
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon’ need a warrant for that
“Aren’t you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?”
“Or somebody important or something?”
Nah I ain’t passed the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit
“Well see how smart you are when the K-9’s come”
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

[Chorus X2]

[Verse Three]
♪ Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that’s gonna happen is i’mma get to clapping
He and his boys gon’ be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi’s with they cameras snapping them
D.A. tried to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I’m African
All because this fool was harrassin’ them
Trying to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain’t nothing sweet ’bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but being a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

[Chorus X3]

You’re crazy for this one Rick
It’s your boy

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🔴 Episode 1:2 The Freelancer

First aired: 9/30/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1LiTfAj
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1EC9S55

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Brandon Sonnier, Brandon Margolis
Directed by: Jace Alexander

 

Episode 1:2 The Freelancer

Blurb: Red and Liz travel to Montreal to obtain the name of the next target of an assassin called The Freelancer, who hides his crimes behind apparent accidents.

 

[ ♫ music] Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year.
Stole many a man’s soul and faith.
And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain

You ready?

♪ Made damn sure that Pilate
washed his hands and sealed his fate.

Well, now, that’s a stupid question.

♪ Ooh Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
oh, yeah oh, what’s puzzling you
is the nature of my game. Oh, yeah

Hatch: Monday, 9:07 A.M. Examiner Hatch. Subject Elizabeth Scott Keen… Here we go. Before Monday of last week, did you have, or have you ever had, – personal contact with Raymond Reddington?
Liz: No.
Hatch. Did Reddington notify you before he surrendered himself to the FBI?
Liz: No.
⋘⋙
Hatch: Have you ever been convicted of a crime?
Red: Convicted? Not yet.
Hatch: Please answer “yes” or “no. Have you ever been convicted of a crime?
Red: You’re wasting valuable time.
Hatch: Does Elizabeth Keen know why you surrendered yourself?

Cooper: He’s telling our people he wants immunity, that he’s willing to cooperate, give us names.
Woman: What names?
Cooper: He’s got a list, alleges he can deliver us high–value criminal targets if the Justice Department grants him immunity.
Man: What’s his legal status?
Woman: The man sold secrets to the Hofstad Network, to the Syrians.
Diane Fowler [DOJ higher–up]: He’s not getting immunity. Talk to me about containment. Who knows we’ve got him?
Cooper: Including us in this room. A total of 26 people. Remember, he’s been off the grid for over 20 years.
Fowler: Yet he seems to know things even you don’t. About this, uh, Elizabeth Keen – says her father has some kind of criminal record? –
⋘⋙
Red: [under interrogation]: Yes.
Hatch: Before Monday of last week, did you have, or have you ever had, personal contact with Elizabeth Keen?
Red: No. [polygraph spikes]
Ressler: He’s lying.♤
⋘⋙
Hatch: Does Raymond Reddington know, or has he ever known, your husband?
Liz: His name’s Tom Keen. Schoolteacher, 4th grade.

Cooper: He’s currently in a medically induced coma, was nearly killed last week during an altercation on a case Keen was working.
Fowler: He gonna survive?
Cooper: The situation is uncertain.
Fowler: You’re confident that the husband’s not involved with Reddington?
Cooper: No. The truth is we don’t have any idea who Reddington may be involved with.
Fowler: Then why should we trust him?

Red: You’re asking the wrong questions. I’m trying to help you with a matter of some urgency. It’s your choice whether you listen to me or not, but there will be an incident at 11:00 this morning at the Decatur Industrial Park. I would send ambulances. We need to move quickly.

Woman: He’s a prisoner. He has no legal position to negotiate from.
Man: Charge him under the Patriot Act. See what he has to say then.
Cooper: He’ll only speak with Keen.
Woman: It’s not up to him. We decide who he speaks –
Cooper: I don’t think you understand how delicately the situation needs to be handled. Reddington has brokered some of the most comprehensive international criminal activity in the past 20 years. He has access to targets we don’t even know exist. Now, he’s telling us there may be some kind of an event about to happen at the Decatur Industrial Park.
Diane Fowler: I don’t think you understand. You don’t run the Criminal Division of Main Justice. I do. The Attorney General is not going to accept a deal. Reddington is a criminal, and we’re gonna take credit for catching him. Our office will lay out the charges.
Cooper: I hope you understand that from time to –
Fowler: There is No Deal. Am I clear?
Cooper: Yes.

Hatch: And have you been truthful to the best of your knowledge?
Liz: Yes.

Ressler: So, what do we got?
Bomb Squad. Swept the entire yard. Got multiple teams working the property, K–9 units. Nothing. I mean, look around. I got two city blocks of hiding places, and I don’t even know what the hell I’m supposed to be looking for. I need more information. What’s the specific tip? Who did it come from?
Ressler: We got an informant who’s dicking us around. Says we’re gonna need rescue units here at 11:00. It’s already 11:20. Give it another 20 minutes and wrap it up. I want bomb squads, medics. I want everybody out.
Voice: [ On radio ] We’ve got a problem. A passenger train just blew through.
Ressler: Come again? What was that?
Voice:I said you have a passenger train coming in your direction. It’s over speed.
Ressler: Clear the area. Get everyone out. Clear! Clear out! Get your men out of here! Clear!

Liz [to Tom, still in coma]: Those things I found under the floor, they’re not yours, right? He put them there – the gun and the passports. Tell me Reddington did this, and not – I wish you were here so you could explain yourself.

TV: “60 people have been confirmed dead and dozens injured after a passenger train derailed this morning at the Decatur Industrial Park.”

Cooper: Because of you.
Red: Because you don’t return my calls, Harold. If you want to save lives and catch the bad guys, pay attention.
Cooper: They’re not going to make your deal.
Red: That’s unfortunate. The next name on my list is an absolute snake.
Cooper: The train. How did you know?
Red: I know lots of things. But the train I didn’t. I knew the time, the place, but the train was a big surprise.
Cooper: We’ve ruled out terrorism.
Red: Look at the list of casualties, Harold. You’ll find some councilwoman from Albany. Apparently she’s been tangling with some rather cunning, powerful people.
Cooper:You’re saying the derailment was an assassination?
Red: I’m not saying anything. Unless it’s to Elizabeth Keen.

Liz: Tell me about the train wreck.
Red: If you had any idea how far I’ve traveled to see you again, Lizzie.
Liz: My name’s “Liz,” not “Lizzie.” To you, I’m agent Keen. Now, I’ve heard all your demands, but I don’t think you’ve heard mine, so let me tell you how this is gonna work. I ask the questions, you answer them. Screw with me, and I walk. Understood?
Red: How is Tom?
Liz: They’re never gonna give you immunity. Not a chance.
Red: Oh, I think they will. Otherwise, what am I doing here? I’m perfectly happy to go back to the boat.
Liz: Tell me about the train wreck.
Red: What would you like to know?
Liz: Everything.
Red: The train accident was no accident. You know that. But what you don’t know is the man behind it. Is quite prolific. He’s responsible for a slew of other premeditated killings just like this one, disguised as accidents. Shall I go on? ⋘⋙ A building collapses in Moscow, a ferry capsizes on the Brahmaputra River. These are the events we’ve come to expect on the evening news. But in truth, there’s always more to the story. Hidden between the facts and figures, the victims and the heroes, there’s always a murder. The work of a man who disguises his killings in the headlines of everyday tragedies.
Ressler: What proof do you have?
Red: His work is difficult to detect, but the victims are there. An appellate court judge in Ohio, a French diplomat who dies in a plane crash. Look closer. The pattern will emerge. Over the last seven years, more than 3,000 innocent civilians have died, all collateral victims as a result of this man’s unique methods. In the 20–odd years I’ve been working my side of the tracks, I have not encountered another contractor who’s had as significant an impact on the civilian population as he. He’s rivaled only by governments and terrorist organizations. And you’ve never heard of him.
Red: I have it on good authority that his next contract will take him to New York. This is not an opportunity to ponder or deliberate, because once he’s done, he’s gone.
Cooper: This guy have a name?
Red: They call him “The Freelancer.”
Cooper: And how do we find him?
Red: You don’t find him. I do.
Ressler: What, are you two pen pals? You guys send each other, uh, coded e–mails?
Red: I don’t have e-mail or a phone or an address. I prefer to handle my business face–to–face.
Cooper: You’ve met him.
Red: Once. I brokered a few jobs. He works through an intermediary. He might be for sale. Perhaps I should set a meeting.
Cooper: Maybe you should.
Red: [To Liz] You should come. Just the two of us – no wires, no clumsy agents in the bushes. You want me to make an introduction, you need to trust me with my source. Ah! What fun! You’ll need a dress.
Cooper: And where would this meeting be?
Red: Montreal.

Liz: What do you know about the passports?
Red: What passports?
Liz You know what I’m talking about. As far as I’m concerned, you put them there.
Red: Put what, Lizzie?
Liz The box. The money and the gun. The passports.
Red: Who else have you told? What?
Liz: Nobody.
Red: Have you told Cooper?
Liz: No.

Cooper: I want you to shadow Reddington to Montreal. Contact our people in the royal Canadian Mounted Police. I want complete surveillance. Take them both down – Reddington and his liaison.

Red: [to Liz] If you go to the police, they’ll file charges. If the gun’s not registered, it’s a felony. The passports are 25 years each. On the other hand, if you confront him, what good does that do? He’ll deny everything, and you’ll continue to doubt him. Either way, it’s an impossible situation.

[ In Montreal ]
Liz: Before we do this, let me be clear. I’m not here to socialize. I have no interest in having dinner with you, nor do we have the time. We meet your contact, we get the name of the Freelancer’s next victim, and we go. Understood?
Red: I agree with you completely. But it is a restaurant, and it is dinnertime.
Liz: So, what does this liaison look like?
Red: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Bonsoir. Ãa va? Anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend♤ from Ann Arbor.
Liz Absolutely not.
Red: Fine. You can be my daughter.♤
Waiter: Bonsoir.
Red: What would you like to drink?
Liz: I’ll have wine. Chardonnay?
Red: S’il vous plaít, pour madame, un cocktail de I’aviation.

Ressler: This one. Here. Bring that up.
Tech: Running facial recognition now. No hits off the database yet.

Red: Ahh.
Liz: Oh, this isn’t what I ordered.
Red: Mercí. To the future. Aviation cocktail.
Liz: Uh–huh?
Red: It’s from the ’20s.
Hmm.
Red: Tastes like spring, doesn’t it? Tell me about your job. The profiling. I’m fascinated. How close to the truth do you think you can really get?♤
Liz: Where’s your contact?
Red: Tell me my profile.
Liz: Why would I do that?
Red: You’ve heard the debriefs. You’ve read Ressler’s book reports. I so want to know how you see things.
Liz: You’re a loner. You keep your distance. You travel freely through foreign lands. You’re rootless. You’re very comfortable here with your glass of Scotch, but you’re just as comfortable sleeping in a cave with rebels or sharing dinner in some hole-in-the-wall noodle shop. Your closest friends are strangers. You understand that tight bonds can make you vulnerable, so you’re careful not to have any. And that’s why you’re so conflicted about me. You need me. And you hate that about yourself, because it makes you vulnerable.♤
Red: Tell me about your husband. Does he know you as well as you know him?
Liz: Your contact is late.
Red: Does he know about you as a child?
Liz: It’s been 35 minutes.
Red: Does he know about the fire?♤
Liz: Why am I so important to you? Did you know my parents? I asked you a question.
Waiter: Oui, monsieur?
Red: S’il vous plait, apportez–nous une bouteille quatre vingt deux chateau latour.
Waiter: Bonsoir.
Liz: Are you gonna keep trying to impress me with your knowledge of French wine, or are you gonna answer my question?
Red: What if I were to tell you. That all the things you’ve come to believe about yourself are a lie?♤ Please excuse me for a moment.

Ressler: Oh, yeah he’s onto us! Oh, yeah go! Go! Move! Now!

[ ♫ music] Well, I run to the river it was boiling,
I run to the sea It was boiling,
I run to the sea
All along them day so,
I run to the river it was boiling,
I run to the sea It was boiling,
I run to the sea It was boiling
all along them day
I cried power! Power! Power!
Hey. Power!

Ressler: Hands! Show me your hands!

♪ Power!

Ressler: What did Reddington give you?!
Waiter: Tip!
Ressler: Do you understand English?!
Waiter: Yes!

♪ Power, lord!

Liz: What the hell was that? You sold him out.
Ressler: You let him go.
Liz: I let him go?! Who notified RCMP?!
Ressler: You compromised an asset. He’s Number 4 on the Most Wanted List, Keen. What did you expect?! And now he’s gone because of you!
[ He opens door to van ]
Red: Hey, there, guys.
Ressler: You planned this! You knew he would never show!
Red: Take a breath, agent Ressler. You think I’m gonna fly all the way to Montreal for the cheese cart? My contact was the first person I saw when I walked into the place. I told you he would help, and he did. The coat-check attendant. I left payment in my hat. In exchange, he left a photo of the assassin’s next victim.
Liz: Floriana Campo. The human–rights activist?
Red: There you have it – a solid lead delivered exactly as promised. Find Floriana Campo, you find the Freelancer. Not bad for a day’s work. Let’s celebrate. Hey, Donald. How ’bout that cheese cart?

Ressler: Floriana Campo? Donald Ressler.
Liz: Elizabeth Keen. FBI. We need to have a word with you. We have reason to believe someone’s planning an assassination attempt on your life. Tonight’s fundraiser needs to be canceled.
Floriana: Oh, it can’t be canceled. It’s a donor event, and I have my own security.
Ressler: It’s too risky.
Liz: We can’t guarantee your safety.
Floriana: Nobody can guarantee my safety. I have many enemies – traffickers, cartels.
Liz: We know what they did to your husband, what you’ve gone through. Your work, it’s been an inspiration. I wrote my senior thesis on your time in Kuala Lumpur. I was going through a very bad time. And in some ways, I think you helped me through it.
Floriana: Do you have children, agent Keen?
Liz: Uh, Elizabeth. And If all goes well –
Floriana: There is no work more meaningful than being a mother. I didn’t have kids of my own. This is my one regret. But these girls that I’m trying to protect, they are my family. Tonight is for them. I won’t cancel.
Liz: Look, we can’t force you to accept our protection, but we need your help to find the man contracted to kill you. To identify him, to capture him, we need you to cooperate – you’re our only link. Will you help us?

Liz: She spent 15 years with the UN, stationed primarily in eastern Europe with small stints in north Africa In 2000, she helped pass the Trafficking Victims Protection Act. Since that time, her nonprofit has raised over $35 million in her campaign to eliminate human and sex trafficking around the globe. Three years ago, her husband was murdered by the Eberhardt Cartel.
Ressler: Eberhardt is the most ruthless human-trafficking cartel in Europe. Leaving a power vacuum. To this day, nobody knows who’s actually running the outfit. What we do know is that he’s merciless. Murdered rival cartel leaders to expand his reach. Survivors tell stories of torture and forced addiction. He killed Floriana Campo’s husband, and he most likely hired The Freelancer to kill her.
Ressler: We’re doing everything we can to disrupt The Freelancer’s plan.
Liz: We’ve changed schedules, travel routes.
Cooper: And you’ve moved tomorrow night’s event?
Ressler: Yes, based on what we know about The Freelancer, he takes months to plan these attacks. If he had something planned for tomorrow, he’s gonna need to pass through our security in order to pull it off.
Cooper: What good does that do if nobody knows what he looks like?

Liz: I need your help. You said you’ve seen this guy once. We’re compiling photos of the people who are scheduled to attend the event tomorrow, and —
Red: Please understand I want more than anything to help you. It’s the reason why I’m here. But I won’t say another word until the terms of my deal are met. I’m so sorry to bother you with these trivial details, but it’s a simple yes or no.

Diane Fowler: No. His lawyers drafted this?
Cooper: No. He did. Reddington represents himself in legal matters.
Fowler: A DARPA-tested, fully encrypted– I don’t even know what that is.
Cooper: It’s a tracking device.
Fowler: And what’s this about his “private security detail”?
Cooper: He’s given us a list of five names, wants us to pick two.
Which are the two least offensive?
Cooper: Ex-freedom fighter from South Sudan. Sources indicate he’s Reddington’s former bodyguard, goes by the name of “Dembe.”
Fowler: Does Dembe have a last name?
Cooper: No, ma’am. Just Dembe. Like Prince or Madonna. The second is Luli Zeng. Phd in Economics from Stanford. Dodged federal prison twice. SEC says she’s untouchable. We think she’s moving Reddington’s money.
Fowler: How would I justify this?
Cooper: You don’t. It’s off the books.
Fowler: And he’s what, our informant, slowly working his way towards immunity? Which he’s never going to get.
Cooper: We have a chance to catch a mass murderer.
Fowler: One condition – you bring in somebody I know and trust. Meera Malik, CIA. She can help navigate international waters.
Cooper: Fine.
Fowler: One day, you and I will be talking about this moment in front of a Senate hearing. God help us.

Ressler: You got your deal. Our turn now. Compiled a list of the attendees for tonight’s event.
Red: Is this really the right approach?
Ressler: Hey. I’m right here. Talk to me.
Red: Honestly, is this how the FBI does things– comb through the invitation list? This guy didn’t RSVP. I’ve seen the man. If he shows up tonight, if you’re going to have any hope of identifying him, you need to put me in that room.
Liz: So, you want to go to the party?
Red: Oh, I thought you’d never ask.

[ First, Red greets Dembe with a hug ]
Red: Dembe. Luli, my dear.
Luli: Raymond.
Red: Watch yourself with her, Donald. She hates men, and cops most of all. You, I don’t know.
Meera: Meera Malik.
Red: You look like the CIA.
Meera: Oh, yeah? What’s the CIA look like?
Red: Attractive but treacherous.
Meera: I guess we’ll find out.
Red: This is gonna be a gas.

Announcer: Is everybody ready?! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Latin boogaloo is here wow! Original Brooklyn funk is in town. Coming to you straight from the Big Apple …
Ressler: So you know, the way this works, we don’t typically drink on the job.
[ Dembe takes another drink of his beer ]

Liz: No, thank you. Your 7:00?
Red: No. Where’s that woman with the mushroom puffs? You okay?
Liz: Oh, yes. I’m fine.

Man: A wonderful evening. [ Walks off ]
Liz: What’s wrong?
Floriana: I just got word that a shipment we were trying to track has gone missing.
Liz: Shipment?
Floriana: Girls, more than 60 of them.
Liz: Where? There must be something the Bureau can do.
Floriana: Oh, it’s too late. They’re gone.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention.
Anya: My name is Anya Kedrov. I’ve been asked to say a few words. I spent three years of my life in a 9’x9′ room living in hell, forcibly addicted. For all I survived, I still carry a daily reminder. The people who took me, the Eberhardt cartel, they brand their servants by carving their symbol into the flesh on our backs. But as bad as I had it, there is always someone who had it worse. Truth is, it’s only through acknowledging and claiming these experiences that we can really put a face on the crime that is human sex trafficking. Tonight, I’d simply like to say thank you. Thank you, Floriana.
Floriana: Oh, thank you, Anya. And thank you for coming tonight. I’m sure you’ve noticed we’re not at TheMet. We had to relocate for security reasons. Each one of you could have stayed home, succumbed to fear. But you didn’t. You came. You’re here. You, I, Anya stand here in solidarity with the people who cannot be here with us. Yet.
Red: It’s him.
Liz: What?
Red: The waiter. The Freelancer.
Floriana: I remember two years ago – my late husband was in South Sudan …
Red: Clear the area. Now.
Liz: Stop! FBI! – Federal agent! –
Man: Clear the pool area!
Crowd: It’s the waiter! He’s heading towards the stairs! Stop! Watch out!
Ressler: Close the door!
[ Suspect leaps over guard rail. Ressler follows ]
[ Chase scene: ]
– We’re heading east! I repeat, heading east on 59th! He’s heading across town toward 63rd! – – FBI.
– Out of the car.
– I’m heading in your direction.
– Give me an update
– … be coming out the back.
Freelancer: My leg. I need an ambulance.
Ressler: Well, I need names. Tell me about the Eberhardt Cartel.
Freelancer: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Ressler: Who’s in charge of the Cartel? Who hired you to take out Campo?

Liz: Sweep the floor. Lock it down.
Guard: We’re all clear inside.
[ Liz and Floriana enter hotel room ]

Meera: He asked you a question.
Freelancer: I can’t.
Meera: Last time. Who hired you?
Freelancer: No!
Meera: My friend here is with the FBI. I’m from the CIA – you know the difference, don’t you? Now, we haven’t got much time because you have a compound fracture and you’re bleeding internally, so we’re going to expedite things.
Freelancer: I can’t.
Ressler: A name.
Freelancer: Reddington.♤ He hired me.

Floriana: Thank you. For everything.
Liz: Don’t leave your suite.
Ressler: [ On phone ] It was Reddington. He hired The Freelancer.
Liz: What? No. How could he?
Ressler: The coat-check attendant. Think about it. The coat check didn’t leave the picture in Red’s hat. Red left it for him. He was signaling the hit.
Liz: Why?
Ressler: Couldn’t get close enough to do it himself.
[ Flashbacks: ] ‘I have my own security … So, you want to go to the party? … Oh, I thought you’d never ask. … It’s him, the waiter.’
Ressler: Pointing out The Freelancer was a diversion. He wanted us to empty that party. He wanted to get her alone.

Floriana: How did you get in here? Where’s my security?
Red: Your security is occupied.
Floriana: This is because of you. The threats, the FBI.
Red: The FBI works for me now.
Floriana: Why are you doing this, Raymond? I offered to make you a partner. My people came to you about the shipping routes. You turned us down.
Red: I’ve never liked you.
Floriana: You never liked me because you’re a wanted man living in the shadows, and I am not. I run my business, and I’m being wined and dined by the city’s elite.
Red: I don’t know how you do it – the duplicity. How does the devil in you contend with the angel? I would have kicked her out years ago.
Floriana: You can learn a thing or two from me, Raymond. I’m going to kiss that sweet, young FBI agent on the cheek and say, “good night,” and then go down to docks and pick up my next shipment of girls.

Liz: Hey! Where’s my agents?! Get out of my way.

Floriana: Oh, Elizabeth! Thank God you’re here! This is the man. He’s the one who wants me dead.
Liz: You hired The Freelancer.
Red: To do what? Was it the champagne? What’s the headline gonna read? “Italian dog born with two heads. No? How about “humanitarian, exposed as fraud, commits suicide”?
Floriana: What have you done?
Red: I didn’t do anything. I think the assassin may have slipped her a lethal cocktail of the same barbiturates she uses to drug her children.
Liz: What are you saying?
Red: She’s not the woman you think she is.
Floriana: You’re a liar.
Red: Who’s lying, Floriana?
Floriana: Shut up, Raymond!
Red: Ooooh, that was a mistake.
Liz: You know him?
Floriana: Everybody knows this son of a bitch!
Liz: I need a medic!
Red: You don’t need a medic. I have the antidote right here.
Liz: Give it to me!
Red: I’d be happy to, as soon as she admits the truth.
Liz: Give it to me now! She’s not breathing!
Red: Tell her the truth, Floriana.
Liz: This will help you breathe.
Red: Madam Campo doesn’t free children from slavery. She imprisons them.
Liz: I don’t believe you.
Red: Don’t be so naive. Floriana Campo is the largest distributor of enslaved children in the eastern hemisphere. Her Foundation is a front to launder the profits of the Eberhardt cartel, which she runs. She’s been eliminating the competition.
Liz: Good God.
Red: The woman had her own husband murdered.
Liz: Give me the antidote.
Red: All you have to do is tell her, Floriana. A simple nod will suffice.
Red:[To Liz] What is with you in hotel rooms and pens in people’s necks?
Liz: What’s happening?
Red: Looks like she’s dying. Definitely dying.

Red: You look tired. Go home. Get some sleep. Unless you’re avoiding your home.
Liz: What would you have done if the antidote had worked on time? It would have exposed you as our informant.
Red: There was no antidote.

Liz: We’ve confirmed that Floriana Campo was running a fortune through the Kowloon Bank. You were right. The woman ran the Eberhardt cartel. Based on the information you gave us, we were able to intercept the shipment and rescue the girls.
Red: She preyed on the weak and the innocent while dressed in the wings of a savior. I detested everything about her.
Liz: I had no idea. I mean, I just I should have known.
Red: We never really know anyone, do we?♤ What are you gonna do, Lizzie? About this situation with Tom? It seems you have two options. Either you turn him in or confront him. Or perhaps there’s a third option. …

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♪ Lyrics to Citizens
By Alice Russell

Citizens of planet earth don’t get caught in the act
Don’t strive to destruction the flash it’s just that
There’s something behind these walls, something under the sheets ,I stay
A truth that’s been locked in way down in me

You’ve got to get up , around your space
And take a, take a little time to contemplate
Will we ever see what it’s like behind these walls
And are you, are you still moving up everytime you fall, you fall

Think a little about what you got
Stop , think a little about what you got
And start again

I could be you, you
And you , you
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And I , I , I could be you , you
And you , you
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I could be you, you
And you , you
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And I , I , I could be you , you
And you , you
And this we learned we would be free

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[ Liz awakes from a dream flashing back to Tom’s being attacked by Zamani. She has Tom’s bloody clothes in a plastic bag. In Tom’s jeans, there is a small envelope labeled “Background Profile Elizabeth Keen.” Inside is a flash drive which she inserts into her computer: ]

[:] Tell us a little about Elizabeth.
Tom: Elizabeth? Uh, to me, she’s always just been Lizzie. Uh, I remember the first time she brought up adoption before we ever thought about coming to see you guys. She was she was so nervous. She tried to cook dinner, which was a complete disaster, because she’s, uh, not the best cook. I think it was around my third bite of cold spaghetti, she just started to cry. I, uh I don’t know. I think she was afraid of disappointing me. But she looked me in the eye, a–and she told me the truth that she didn’t want to have a biological child, not with so many children in need of a loving family. She wanted to adopt. It was important to her. In that moment, I just I–I don’t think I’ve ever loved her more. She’s she’s gonna be a great mom. I mean, she really is. I know that.

 
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🔴 Episode 1:3 Wujing

 
🔴 Episode 1:3 Wujing

First aired: 10/7/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1cYbEFT
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1JhCqSo

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Lukas Reiter, Brandon Sonnier, Brandon Margolis
Directed by: Michael Watkins

 

Episode 2:3 Wujing

Blurb: A series of killings by covert Chinese operatives against CIA agents has come to an impasse, leading Wujing, who heads the effort, to reach out to Red for help in locating the next target.

 
[ Shanghai, China ]

[ ♫] I wish I would have met you
now it’s a little late what
you could have taught me
I could have saved some face
They think that your early ending
was all wrong Hey, man! Nice shot Hey, man!

[ A man kills someone in a car in broad daylight, cuts off his hand. Later, he tries to use a finger of the hand to log on to a computer. It doesn’t work ]

Tech: The plan failed. We can’t decode the message.
Wujing: Call Raymond Reddington.

Wujing’s Asst: From Wujing.
Red: Good God. Not here. The gentleman I usually contract with is unavailable – stung by a manta ray off the barrier reef in Belize. I have another tech in mind.
Wujing’s Asst: This needs to be done quickly. Today?
Red: Speak with Luli about the replacement I’m offering. Conduct your due diligence. If things are in order, we can proceed as discussed. I prefer to play with myself in private.

Tom: Are you okay?
Liz: Yeah … sorry. I’m just a little distracted.
Tom: No, that’s – that’s all right. I’m sitting here talking about what happened to me like it only happened to me. But it happened to us both. It’s just a little weird to be home because … Lizzie, a man came into our home.
Liz: I know. I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you more. I want to tell you more.
Tom: So, tell me something. Who was he?
Liz: He’s gone. He was killed.
Tom: So … it’s over?
Liz: Yes.
Tom: Look, I love you.
Liz: That’s Ellie.
Tom: I just hate that there are things you have to hide from me.
Ellie: Good morning! Hope you’re hungry. I’m making breakfast.
Liz: Oh, you don’t have to do that.
Ellie: Are you kidding? A good omelet has healing powers. Bruce and Melissa are bringing over dinner tonight.
Liz: That’s incredibly cool of you.
Ellie: Hey, friends don’t let friends starve when they’ve been stabbed by violent psychopaths. How’s he doing?
Tom: I’m sitting right here.
Ellie: I’m not asking you. You’ll say fine, because that’s what you do. You’re a good actor. Karen’s covering my classes. We’re gonna eat and then head over to physical therapy.
Liz: I got to run. Ellie, we owe you.
Ellie: So true.
⋘⋙
Liz: You know I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to.
Tom: Look, whatever they pulled you into, the sooner you get it over with, the sooner we get our life back.
Liz: Okay. [ Kisses him on cheek ]
Tom: Bye.

[ Ballistics Department ]
Liz: Slug and casing from a 9-millimeter. Can you run these and see if they match any crimes in our system? (The Tech takes the bag, nodding yes.)

[ Red is trying on hats ]
Red: An opportunity has come our way. Yesterday, the Chinese killed a C.I.A. agent in Shanghai. They took his computer, which they thought could decode a message they intercepted. It couldn’t. They’ve asked me to help. [ Lizzie motions at clerk ] Oh, Rodrick is a dear old friend.
Liz: I’m sorry. You’re decoding C.I.A. messages on behalf of the Chinese?
Red: Now, you see, you make it sound like treason. So black and white. It’s not. It’s green.♤ The fact is, American secrets are for sale by an assortment of reputable vendors, myself included. If I don’t do this, someone else will. The man who’s paying me is called Wujing. Perhaps you’ve heard of him. Formerly, he worked for the Ministry of State Security. He’s not officially sanctioned by the Chinese. But unofficially, he’s contracted to take out rival agents – American, British. The message likely contains the name of another agent.
Liz: Do you expect me to believe that – a secret meeting with the mysterious Wujing?
Red: Intriguing, isn’t it?
Liz: He’s a myth.
Red: That’s what they said about Deep Throat … and the G-Spot.♤ I assure you Wujing is quite real, and he’s hired me. Now you have the chance to catch him. I’ve already forwarded them your cover.
Liz: What? What cover?
Red: Carolyn Givins, PhD in Applied Physics from M.I.T. I’ve told them you’re my new encryption specialist.
Liz: You’re asking me to betray the life of an American agent.
Red: Listen, this is a guy who the intelligence community has been talking about for decades as if he were a figment. You don’t even know if he’s real or not. Well, he is real – very. And I’m giving you the opportunity to grab him. Now, the good news is he’s not even in China. He’s right here in your own backyard. If we play our cards right, I can still make Lisbon by breakfast. Rodrick, both.

Meera: Michael Alvarado, Kevin Wyatt, Bryce Jensen – three agents based in China, three covers blown. According to Reddington, all were murdered by a man named Wujing.
Ressler: Who is Wujing?
Meera: China has a one-child policy. They say that Wujing was a second child. So they gave him away, denied he was ever born. He was invisible to his family. Wujing made a life working in a business where invisibility was an incredible asset.
Ressler: Reddington’s told you he can find this guy?
Liz: He claims Wujing has hired him to decode a message that the Chinese have intercepted from the C.I.A. He believes that it might contain the identify of another one of our assets in China.
Cooper: I think we should move on this.
Liz: I’m not prepared to do this.
Cooper: I understand you have reservations.
Liz: Reservations? You’re asking me to spy on a notorious spy killer while pretending to be an expert in cryptography, which I know nothing about.
Cooper: Reddington insists on you.
Liz: I’m sorry.
Ressler: Look at those pictures. If there is a name in that message, there’s gonna be another face in that file. That’ll be on you.

[ Men install surveillance equipment in Keens’ house ]

Ellie: I’ll be back in a second. I just need to grab my purse. I thought it was on the counter. Hello?
Tom: Hey! Did you find it?
Ellie: Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m coming.

Liz: Okay. Say I do this. What’s in it for me?
Red: Look at you, camel trading like a Bedouin.
Liz: If I’m gonna help you, I want something in return.
Red: Such as?
Liz: The truth. Just once. I want to know why you chose me.
Red: Well, then, we need to move quickly. Things are already in play.

Red: WDCJ – a small radio station five miles from here. The building was purchased six years ago by a corporation fronting for the Chinese government.
Ressler: I’m sorry. Wait. You’re telling us that Wujing is running a spy ring out of a radio station?
Red: We’ll meet Wujing. You’ll decode the message and transmit it to your team.
Liz: If I decode the message, that means the Chinese get it too.
Red: Exactly – both you and the Chinese will know the name of the agent for which the message was intended, and the race begins.
Meera: We try to save him. The Chinese try to kill him.
Ressler: We could give them a false message.
Red: No.
Meera: That could work. We could send them in the wrong direction.
Red: I said no. The Chinese may not know what the message is, but they certainly know what it isn’t. We do it for real, or we don’t do it at all.
Liz: Great plan, except, as I have said, I know nothing about encryption.
Red: You’re a very quick study.
Meera: I have a guy who can help you with that.

Meera: The Chinese will give you an intercepted message on one of these. (small device Shun Lee shows and then puts in his pocket. – It appears to be a flash drive or SD card) Insert it, and it will prompt you to connect a DataLocker (encrypted portable storage device). Shun Lee says it’s like a magic box.
Liz: A magic box?
Meera: The DataLocker applies a key to the message. It’ll take a moment, but the decoded message will appear on your laptop.
Liz: How do I get the message out?
Meera: You don’t. The computer does it for you. All you need is a satellite connection. (Shun Lee speaks in Mandarin and shows a small USB key. Meera takes the USB key and gives it to Lizzie.)
Meera: If you don’t have a satellite connection, use this. It’s a remote mirroring program. It’ll give our tech on the outside control of the system. It’s gonna be okay. [ Meera says something in Mandarin ]
Shun Lee: Great. You’re rocking the Mandarin.
Meera: Xiè xie.

Aram: Three minutes till the meeting, sir.
Ressler: Where the hell is Reddington? He’s late. He’s gonna blow this whole damn thing.
Meera: Do you smoke?
Liz: No.
Meera: Well, you do now. Or at least you’re trying to quit. This is C.I.A. equipment. (Holds up a patch.) It’s brand-new. It looks like a nicotine patch, but it’s a very sensitive transmitter. It has a range of 300 yards, and it’s a plastic polymer, which means it won’t show up if it gets wanded.
Liz: And if you’re wrong?
Meera: I’m not wrong.
Ressler: Where the hell is he? He was supposed to be here an hour –
Red: What are we waiting for? (Lizzie joins Red and they exit the building.)

Ressler: (over walkie-talkie) Surveillance One, are you in position?
Surveillance 1: (radio) Roger that. In position.
Surveillance 2: (radio) Satellite feed up and running.

Wujing’s Asst: Right this way.

Aram: Here we go.

Wujing’s Asst: Sorry, sir. Protocol. (to Lizzie) Miss, please. (He runs the wand over Lizzie.) Thank you. Sir?
[ Device beeps ]
Red: DARPA tracking chip – eight millimeter tag. I was taken by Somali pirates last March, spent three weeks in a shipping container. The first two were a nightmare! The third one was actually quite pleasant. Even so, that won’t happen again. If you have a clean razor blade and some morphine, I’ll remove it.
Wujing’s Asst: That won’t be necessary, but I am going to need a biometric print scan from your associate.
Red: She’s with me.
Wujing’s Asst: Understood. But my orders are to scan any new visitors.
Liz: What database is this being run against?
Wujing’s Asst: All of them.
Ressler: What’s happening?
Aram: They are running her prints.
Ressler: Can you intercept them?

Red: So, you went with the gray?

Aram: Okay. Bam!

Wujing’s Asst: Follow me. [ He shows them to an elevator ] As you can see, we’ve made some improvements. Oh, your DARPA chip won’t work where you’re going. Wujing will explain when you get there.
Red: Get where?

Ressler: What the hell just happened?
Aram: We lost them.
Ressler: We can’t just lose them. What happened to our signal?
Aram: They seem to be descending, which doesn’t make any sense. The blueprints don’t show any underground space.
Ressler: Get that signal back.

[ In elevator ]
Liz: How far down do you think we’re going?
Red: Far enough.
[ Elevator stops]
Wujing: My friend.

Red: Don’t be cheeky, Wujing. You don’t have any friends. My associate.
Wujing: Ms. Givins. Professor Robins only works with the best.
Liz: Oh, he was an amazing teacher. I was so sorry to hear that he passed away.
Red: You’ve made some changes.
Wujing: We had to increase security.
Red: I can imagine – four American agents killed in the past year and a half. You’ve been busy. I presume nothing gets in or out, no radio or satellite transmissions. Nothing but trust.
Wujing: Please don’t take offense. I can’t risk American surveillance. Only our systems are hard-wired to the outside world.
Red: Let’s get to work. I once had a bad experience in a deep hole in the ground.
Wujing: Jin Sun! My new senior cryptographer.
Jin Sun: We expected standard RSA encryption, but this was something stronger.
Liz: The government’s been experimenting with better factoring algorithms. It’s only a matter of time before RSA’s obsolete.
Jin Sun: You’re right. It is.
Liz: I’ll just need a few moments to set up my equipment.
Jin Sun: This way.

Meera: We’re trying, but still nothing. Either the Chinese are scrambling our signals, or Liz and Red are out of range.
Ressler: I thought your equipment had a range of 300 yards.
Meera: It does, but maybe they’ve built a bunker that deep under the building.
Ressler: We’re getting played. That signal went dark because Red and Liz wanted it to.
Meera: That’s not likely.
Ressler: How long can we wait to find out?
Meera: Is it possible they could be in danger?
Ressler: That’s another reason not to wait. (Speaks into walkie-talkie) Keep all insertion teams on standby. If we don’t hear from Agent Keen in five minutes, we’re going in.

Red: We ready yet? Do you get home much, Jin Sun?
Jin Sun: Not for two years.
Red: Oh, that must be hard. It certainly would be for me. I don’t even have a phone. I insist on delivering all of my messages in person. What province are you from?
[ Liz types so Red can see: NEED SATELLITE SIGNAL! NO TIME TO DELIVER IN PERSON. AGENT WILL BE KILLED. ]

Jin Sun: From Yunnan.
Red: Oh! Beautiful part of the country! I spent a month in silent meditation at a monastery just outside of Kunming.
[ Liz types, MUST ACCESS JIN’S COMPUTER. SUGGESTIONS?]
Red: It was a wonderful escape from the distractions of everyday life. I can’t imagine the distractions one might encounter down here. [ to Liz ] Can you?

Liz: No. I can’t.
[ Liz types, YES, DISTRACT THEM ]
Red: Excellent! I think we’re almost ready. This should be fun. What the hell is that?!! I swear, if I run into the same trouble I had with you in Hong Kong – In all the years you and I have known each other, I’ve never put you in a position like this!! You know how I conduct my business. I don’t need this kind of crap!! You assured me this place was secure!
Wujing: It is.
Red: [ pointing to the monitors ] Then what the hell is that?! That van. It was there when we arrived, and it’s still there. That is the FBI. (While Red has everyone distracted, Lizzie inserts the USB key in Jin Sun’s computer.) With all the scans and wands and this elevator you’ve built that goes down to Middle Earth, and you don’t even bother to sweep the street around your building?!! This is nonsense!
Wujing: Calm down, old friend.
Red: You’re under surveillance!
Wujing: If the FBI was outside, it’s because you led them here.
Red: I’ve been moving comfortably through the world for the past 20 years without a trace, and now some two-bit spy killer is gonna put my life and business in jeopardy?

Ressler: We have activity. Everybody, heads up. [ On phone: ] We’re made. Your 2:00. Break it down. 15 seconds.
Surveillance: We got to go. Pack it up.

Man: You!

Ressler: They know we’re here.
Meera: Maybe. Or maybe the van’s just been there too long and they’re being careful.
Ressler: I don’t like it. We’re going in on my signal.

Red: Unbelievable.
Wujing: (the van drives away) You see? Nothing. Now can we continue?
Red: You should be ashamed of yourself. To put Ms. Givins and I at risk, it’s unprofessional. I’ve reached my limit.
Wujing: (shouting) Enough!
Red: What? Okay. Okay. You know, I’m sorry. I’ve had a rough day. Unbelievable. Should we do this?

SWAT: Let’s roll. E.T.A. – one minute.

Jin Sun: The message.
Red: Don’t you miss the good old days with the pay phones and the brush passes?

SWAT: [ On radio) Thirty seconds out.

Aram: Wait! I’ve got something. She’s using the remote mirroring program Meera’s contact gave her. Uh … hang on. This isn’t her computer. It looks like one of the Chinese systems.
Ressler: Can you see the C.I.A. message?
Aram: Uh … yes, sir, and a lot more than that. Downloading now.

SWAT: [ Radio ] Ten seconds out.
Ressler: Okay. All units – stand down. I repeat, stand down. I repeat, all units stand down.
SWAT: Standing down.

Liz: There’s your next target – kill number five. Henry Cho.

Aram: We have the message. The target is Henry Cho.
Ressler: All right. The clock is ticking. I want everything we can find on this guy.

Liz: This was sent from a C.I.A.server, delivered to a server at the Nanjing Grand Hotel.
Wujing: So, Mr.Cho, why is the C.I.A. sending you secret messages at your hotel?

Ressler: Hold on. This guy’s not an agent.
Meera: He’s Chinese-American, an architect.
Ressler: An architect? Then why the hell is he talking to the C.I.A.?
Meera: Because we asked for his help.

Jin Sun: Henry Cho works for Zhongku Construction – not in China, here in D.C.
Ressler: Zhongku – they’re a huge construction company. They design buildings all over the world.

Jin Sun: His immigration file says he’s been to the company headquarters six times in the last ten months.

Meera: That’s why the C.I.A. reached out to him. Zhongku’s designing a new government building in Shanghai. We asked Henry to use his access to get us the plans.Thanks to him, our ops bugged the entire city military commission.
Ressler: Let me get this straight. This guy’s not a trained operative. He’s just a contractor?
Aram: A civilian.
Ressler: Where is he now?
Aram: Here. Immigration says he left China three days ago – a return flight to Dulles airport.
[ Ressler and Meera dash out ]
Aram talks to himself.) Thank you, Aram. You’re welcome. Go get him.

Woman: [ On phone ] Zhongku Construction.
Wujing: Henry Cho, please. It’s very important that I speak to him immediately. His brother, Xiaoping, has been in a car accident.
Woman:: He’s at our Fairview property with his son. I can try to call him

Meera: There’s no answer on his cell.
Ressler: Call the company. Find out where he is.

Wujing: My friend, I can’t thank you enough. [ Gives Red envelope ]

Red: This is all the thanks I require. [ Liz glances as USB drive ] Get your things. It’s time to go. [ To Liz ] Leave it.
Wujing: Lock it down. [ To Red and Liz: ] Stop! You were right. Maybe that was the FBI outside. In fact, maybe they’re not just outside. Maybe they’re right here … in this room.

Red: Think hard before you accuse anybody of anything.

Wujing: A few minutes ago, contact was made from this room to an FBI server. A message I worked so hard to intercept was sent to the Americans. Well, all my instincts said it was her. I trust my instincts. You’re smart. The one responsible was smart, but our systems are smarter. Any contact with a government server is flagged for review. So … I know who betrayed us. [ Wujing punches Jin Sun in the face ] You son of a bitch!

Meera: He’s not at the office. He’s with a client at a property at Fairview and Wallace.
Ressler: Try him again.

Henry Cho: So, over here, they’re gonna make some windows. And out here there’s gonna be a balcony that runs the length of the whole build –
Cho’s Son: You said we were gonna get ice cream.
Henry Cho: Okay. Let me just show you something else first.

Wujing: Get him up. [ To Jin Sun ] I thought you were loyal to us.
Jin Sun: I don’t understand.

Wujing: The message was sent from your system, Jin Sun.
Jin Sun: T-that’s not possible.
Wujing: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, hey, hey!
Jin Sun: That’s not possible.
Wujing: It is, and not just one message. You gave them everything! Files we’ve worked on for months! Nobody else had access.

Liz: [ To Red ] We have to do something.
Red: Quiet.
Liz: We can’t just let them do this.

[ Jin Sun sees USB drive.]
Jin Sun: You –
[ Red shoots Jin Sun dead; Chinese guy takes his gun ]
Red: As entertaining as all this has been, we really do need to leave now. The next sound you hear is gonna be the FBI knocking on your door, and I, for one, am not gonna be here. Wujing! Look at me!
[ Wujing grabs a gun, points it at Red and Liz ]
Wujing: You don’t kill one of my people. Now I have to kill one of yours.
Red: The moment he sent that message, he became worthless to you. You would have beaten him for another 20 minutes and then killed him yourself. But if I let you kill a contractor of mine, I’ll lose the trust of all my others – and that’s just bad business. So if you kill her, you better kill me. Or I’m going to kill you.
Liz: You hired me to do a job. It’s done. Now let’s get out of here.
Wujing: Follow me.I have another way out.

Henry Cho: Let’s go get you some ice cream, alright?
Cho’s Son: Okay.
Henry Cho: [ Answers cell ] Hello?
Meera: Mr. Cho, this is Agent Meera Malik with the C.I.A.
Henry Cho: C.I.A.? I don’t understand. You’re not supposed to be calling me on this line.
Meera: Listen to me. You are in danger. Can you hear me? The Chinese have your name. There are men on their way to your location.
Henry Cho: We’re on the 12th floor.
Meera: Stay where you are. We’re coming to get you. Stay hidden. We’re just minutes out.
Cho’s Son: Dad?
Henry Cho: Come here. Come here. Let’s go.

Wujing: I’ve been building this place for three years, and now my operation is burned.
Red: So build another.

Aram: [ On phone to Ressler ] Sir, I’ve got them. The microchip in Red’s neck just came online and the bug we put on Agent Keen. They’re out of the building, moving west on Danforth.
Ressler: Where the hell are they going? Just send agents to intercept them.

[ Struggle at construction site ]

Henry Cho: Get underneath. Get underneath. Listen. Listen. Don’t move, all right? Just don’t move. No, put your hand in. Shh! Shh! Shh!

Cho’s Son: Ow! No! Stop! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!

Henry Cho: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Let him go! Let my son go! Please! Please! Just let my son go! Please! It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay. I’ll do anything. Just let him go. It’s gonna be all right. It’s gonna be all right. I promise. I promise.
[ Meera shoots Chinese guy ]
Cho’s Son: Dad!
Meera: Ressler, clear! Ressler, clear?
Ressler: I’m good. Thanks.
Henry Cho: (to Meera) Thank you.
Meera: Thank you for all you’ve done for us.

Wujing: I can get us out of the country.
Red: That’s very kind, but I’m sure we can muddle through on our own. Anywhere in the shade up here would be fine.
[ Van with Wujing drives off ]
Red: I fear I’ve disappointed you. The deal was for us to actually catch the criminals on the Blacklist, and now Wujing is as good as halfway to Beijing.

Liz: I don’t think so.
Dembe: [ Drives pp ] Is everything okay?

Red: We’re fine.

[ FBI SWAT team pulls Wujing over and arrests him ]
SWAT: Move! Move! Let me see your hands! Get out! Get out! Get out!
FBI: (over radio) The package is secure. Suspect in custody now.
[ Liz had stuck her tracking patch on Wujing’s SUV ]

[Reddington’s car, which appears to be parked in front of his hotel. Reddington and Lizzie are still inside the car.]

Red: Luli can stay with me. Dembe will take you wherever you need to go.
Liz: You didn’t have to kill him.
Red: I believe I will always do whatever I feel I have to do to keep you alive.
Liz: I held up my end of the deal. Now it’s your turn. You owe me an answer.
Red: What’s the question?
Liz: Why me?
Red: Because of your father.
Liz: What does that mean? Did you know my father? Have the two of you met somehow?
Red: I wish the answer were as simple as the question seems. But the truth is, the question isn’t simple either. I share your frustration.
Liz: You act like we’re the same. You’re wrong. I have a life … people who care about me. But you … this is all you have.
Red: I have you.

[ At Post Office ]
Liz: You okay?
Ressler: I’ll live. Look – I just wanted to say, uh … maybe I’ve had some doubts about you. Maybe I haven’t done the best job of keeping them to myself, but what you did today was good work.
Liz: Thanks.
Ressler: If you didn’t get that message out when you did, Henry Cho wouldn’t be alive. Whatever else went down in there, you should feel good about that.

[ Lizzie has gotten an envelope with ballistic report from Tom’s gun, but it’s been blocked out Classified.]

Ressler: You were right. Liz Keen is hiding something. I put a flag on her. Any tests, reports, or files – anything she requests gets sent to us first. She brought a bullet and a shell casing into ballistics. At her level, the results were classified. But that’s the full report.
Cooper: This isn’t just classified. Any briefings on this homicide include the Secretary of Homeland Security. Who else knows about this?

[ Red is having dinner at his hotel. He opens the envelope from Wujing. It’s just a piece of paper with the number: 042983 ]

Liz: Hey.
Ellie: [ Hugs Liz ] How are you?
Liz: Great. Let me take this for you. Everyone wanted to be here for Tom.
Tom: Hey.
Liz: Hey.
Tom: Everything go okay?
Liz: Fine. (to server) Thank you.
Tom: Hey, can we, um … talk for a second, pre-lasagna? I just wanted to apologize for this morning.
Liz: It’s okay.
Tom: No. I was wrong. It’s your job, and, uh, I understand if there are certain secrets that you have to keep right now, and that’s okay. Because – because we’ll survive, like always. I just want you to – I-I love you. I got to see a man about some lasagna.

[ ♫ music] Calling your name in the midnight hour
reaching for you from the endless dream
so many miles between us now
that you are always here with me with me Hey.

[Apple Man surveils Liz & Tom’s house.]

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🔴 Episode 1:4 The Stewmaker

 
🔴 Episode 1:4 The Stewmaker

First aired: 10/14/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1WEgmvC
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1foLJs1

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Patrick Massett, John Zinman, Brandon Sonnier, Brandon Margolis
Directed by: Vince Misiano

 

Episode 1:4 The Stewmaker

Blurb: The Stewmaker makes ‘bodies of evidence’ simply disappear, dissolving them in chemicals. The ghoulish scrapbook of photos he keeps is key to hundreds of unsolved cases. A key episode.

 
Motel clerk: Okay, you booked on the ground floor, like you asked, is that right?
Stanley Kornish: Yes, that sounds perfect. Thank you.
Clerk: Anything else I can help you with?
Kornish: No, that’s all. Thanks.

[ ♫ music] Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh * *
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh * *
Do what with which you can’t explain or what you’ve never seen * *
Take your ship, you own the ship, your ship that’s coming in * *
Do what you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t * *
You get it in * *
Do what you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t * *
You take it in * *
Do what you know you’ve never been * *
It’s really just a shame * *
What you can and know it, everyone is all the same * *
If you can’t get back again, you can change the way it is * *
And what you can’t and where and all you think will begin * *
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh * *
… [ ➔ important: see omitted lines at end ]
Do what you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t * *
You get it in * *
Do what you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t * *
You take it in * *
Do what you know you’ve never been * *
It’s really just a shame * *
And what you are, you know it, everyone is all the same * *
If you can’t get back again, you can change the way it is * *
And what you can’t and where and with it all and all again * *
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh * *
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh *

[ Music plays as Kornish (with his large black-brown dog) brings in several large suitcases. He removes his toupe and dentures, then showers, shaving head, legs and apparently his entire body. His chest is mottled by burn or chemical burns. Next, he the prepares room by cleaning the surfaces with something like Windex, then covering walls with plastic sheeting ]

[ Liz is at an archive site where classified documents are kept ]
Liz: Hey. I forgot my badge, but I got to grab these records.
Clerk: Look, just sign in on the form. I’ll run you through the system.
Liz: I’m in a real hurry here. I wonder if I can look while you run me through.
Clerk: Go ahead.

Cooper: Where are you on Keen?
Ressler: She’s still looking into this classified homicide. The file she has is redacted.
No way she finds out what really happened.

[ Liz finds file for: June 23, 2012 Angel Station – the date and location of a weened she spent there with Tom. Liz has flashback: Red: You’ve discovered something curious about your husband, haven’t you, Lizzie? ]

Clerk: Hey, you’re not cleared to be in here! Who’s your supervisor?

Cooper: We need to continue to keep an eye on her. She’s testifying today in a case from her time in New York with Mobile Psych. A Mexican drug dealer, Hector Lorca. I want you at the courthouse.

Ressler: Hey.
Liz Hey
Ressler: What’s going on?
Liz: I’ve got court this afternoon. Just going over some notes.
Ressler: Mind if I come with you? Nothing would make me happier than seeing Hector Lorca being sent away for life.
Why do I get the feeling that you’re less interested in watching Lorca than in watching me?
Ressler: I don’t know. Are you hiding something?

Meera: Dembe made contact. Reddington wants to see you alone.

[ Liz sits down next to Red on a park bench]
Dembe: You’re due in Port Au Prince at noon if we’re gonna make your appointment.
Red: This won’t take long. Bring the car around. [Reading from newspaper:] “It was only through the efforts of an FBI profiler that suspicion began to fall on Hector Lorca, leading to his arrest and indictment.” Well done, Lizzie. Very impressive.
Liz: You are aware, then, that I’m due in court in three hours.
Red: Your case is about to go sideways.
Liz: Why? What’s happened?
Red: Lorca’s people have reached out to me. Normally, I wouldn’t give him the time of day. He’s a vicious little drug-lord thug. Certainly nothing there to hold my interest. But their request is of great interest because it concerns you.
Liz: What’s he asking for?
Red: Transportation out of the country, new identity, passport, bank account, credit cards, as well as the proper introductions to reestablish his operations elsewhere. And he wants it by tomorrow night. For whatever reason, Lorca is under the impression he’s about to be a free man.
Liz: I’ve got a witness testifying today who’s got him cold. Lorca’s not going anywhere.
Red: Something is going to happen, Lizzie. I don’t think you’re going to have a very good day in court at all.

[ Kornish opens pack of surgical tools. He is wearing a heavy-duty gas mask ]

Prosecutor: Francesca Trevino was abducted from a school parking lot. Lisa Molinera was taken outside a movie theater. Bill Jackson He kissed his wife goodbye one day to go for a jog. Miguel Romero, Daniela Morales Roberto Peña. Over the course of six years Members of U.S.and Mexican law–enforcement agencies preparing cases against the criminal cartel run by Mr.Lorca. They were witnesses prepared to testify against him. They are all presumed dead. None of them have ever been found. Mr. Peña, can you please tell the court what your connection is to this tragic situation?
Peña: That’s my son, Bobby Peña. He was a member of the U.S. border patrol when he was taken. I never saw him again. I know who did it. I saw him. I know who killed my son!
[ Commotion. Man in jury box seizes up and starts shaking violently ]
– Oh, my God! He’s not breathing!
Judge: Get the paramedics in here! Bailiff, secure the defendant! I want this courtroom cleared!
[ Liz and Peña file out of courtroom with crowd ]
Peña: What is that?
Liz: It’s gonna be okay.
Peña: What is going to happen now?
Liz: If the juror can’t continue, they’ll bring in an alternate. For now, we’re gonna keep you in a holding area. I’ll take it from here.
Peña: What about my wife?
Liz: I’ll go and find her. I’ll bring her back here.
Peña: Please.

[ Peña enters room with man with “Marshall” on his jacket. Smiling man greets him, but Peña sees a man on the floor in a pool of blood with a bullet wound to the forehead. The “Marshall” grabs Peña from behind ]

Ressler: They got Lorca secure.Just got it from the EMT. The heart attack was chemically induced. That juror was poisoned.
Liz: Stairs!

[ Liz and Ressler run upstairs, enter room where Liz left Peña. They see the dead man, but no trace of Peña. They run outside but see nothing ]

[ ♫] * Got to get my mind clear * * Got nothing to lose * * Got to get my pink stray *
[ From Let Go (Breakdown) by Alice Russell http://bit.ly/1f5HBgy, YouTube http://bit.ly/1J2flaO ]

[ Red is talking to a group of men about an aircraft ]
Red: The manufacturer has replicated the specs of the FIM–92 with a few small improvements. It’s lighter, more consistent tracking. I’m confident your client will be thrilled.
Dembe: Put him on. Mr. Reddington is not avai– Now! It seems to be urgent.
Red: Yes, you also have a few dozen of those.
⋘⋙
Red: Sweetheart, not really the most convenient time for me.
Liz: I don’t give a rat’s ass. Where are you?
Red: Haiti
Liz: Doing what?
Red: Keeping up appearances. I’m a criminal. The minute I stop being one, I become quite useless to you.
Liz: My witness is gone. Lorca’s people contacted you. What did they say, exactly?
Red: What I told you is what I know. Beyond that, I really can’t help.
Liz: A man’s life is at stake!
Red: A man’s life is always at stake and tragically low stakes, at that.♤ I shouldn’t have to remind you I did not offer my services so that I could help you round up your run–of–the–mill drug lord or what have you. You all seem to be doing a perfectly mediocre job of that on your own. I’m after the big game, Lizzie, the ones that matter.
This case matters to me, to the hundreds of families who deserve to know what happened to their loved ones. No bodies were ever recovered. They never got to say goodbye, to bury their dead.
Red: Did you say hundreds? And no bodies have ever been found.
What? What are you thinking?
Red: Nothing. You should go home, Lizzie. Pour yourself a Chardonnay and move on. Your witness is most likely dead. I think you already know that. And if what you’re telling me is true, you’ll probably never find him, either.

[ Stanley Kornish unzips a large black bag – It is the body of Peña. Kornish takes a photo of Peña with a self-developing camera. He is shown with the gas mask on, dragging Peña’s body, dumps him in a large, spa-style tub and begins to pour liquid chemicals into the tub ]

[ Liz is home looking through papers related to Angel Station when she sees Tom. She hides the ballistics report and scribbles out “Angel Station” which she had written on a legal pad. But she does not scribble out the date ]
Tom: How you holding up?
Liz: Fine.
Tom: Nice try. But I always know when you’re lying.
Liz: Really?
Yeah. I know all your tells. Right now, you’re telling me that you want to be alone. And that’s okay, but I just wanted to say what happened today is just part of your job. You know, you deal with bad people, and sometimes bad things are gonna happen, and it’s not your fault.
[ Tom notices the date on Liz’x legal pad 6/23/2012 ]
Tom: [ Quizically ] What’s this? Um- It’s- I mean-, besides the best day ever, right?
Liz: Right.
Tom: Hey, I get it. Bad day at work. Come home. Don’t want to talk to anybody. Especially someone whose stitches are officially oozing.
Liz: It’s so gross.
Tom: I know. [ Opens photo file from their trip ] And you park yourself in here and cheer yourself up with memories of better times.
Liz: We were in Boston that weekend. You had that job interview.
Tom: Yeah. It was a great trip.
Liz: Yeah.
Tom: God, when was the last time that we did that, you know, that we just packed up the car and got the hell out of here? Because we need that. Like right now.
Liz: You have no idea.
Tom: I know.
Liz: Do I really have tells?
Tom: Lizzie, you’re an open book, which is one of the things I love about you. ‘Cause I always know exactly what you’re thinking.
[ Phone beeps ]
Liz: Keen.
Ressler: We found out where they took Peña.

Ressler: An eyewitness saw a white van leaving the courthouse. They found it abandoned. Traffic camera picked up the swap car. APB got a hit on the plate from local P.D. The desk clerk said it was a large black duffel bag.
Meera: There’s no sign of him, Liz. I’m sorry.
Has forensics been through?
Meera: They’re going through now. So far, they found a hair on the bed skirt, but we don’t think it’s human. The desk clerk said he saw the suspect with a dog. We found traces of adhesive on the walls. We think he maybe used tarps or plastic sheeting. It’s a motel room. Should be latent prints all over, and there’s nothing. He’s wiped the place clean.

Liz: What do you want?
Red: I’ve been thinking about your case. What do you have so far?
Liz: I’m at the crime scene. Or what we think is the crime scene.
Red: You didn’t find anything.
Liz: Not much.
Red: Tape residue on the walls?
Liz: How do you know that?
Red: Look in the tub. Run your fingers around the drain. What do you smell?
Liz: Chemicals.
Red: You see, Lizzie. Now I’m interested.
Liz: Why?
Red: The Stewmaker is in town. You’re going to need a plumber.

Red: The Stewmaker is a true blacklister. The only fellow to engage when one has a particular sort of disposal problem. He’s a chemical expert who turns his victims into chemical stew, thus the nom de guerre. No DNA. No nothing. He makes corporeal problems literally disappear. But it’s much more than the proficiency of his tradecraft that gets him on the list. He’s a trophy collector. Remembrances of his victims. Memori morti.
Red: Now, you’ve lost your witness and with him your case. But the Stewmaker is the key to so much more. He’s served the needs of international syndicates, repressive regimes, anyone with a need and the means to pay. The Stewmaker knows where all the bodies are buried. He’s got the answers to hundreds of unsolved murders.
Ressler: So, how do we get him?
Red: He’s notoriously cautious. I don’t even know who he is or where he bases his operation. And believe me, I’ve tried to find him.
Liz: Lorca knows. If not his name, he knows how to make contact.
Red: Yes. I suggest you encourage Mr. Lorca to share that information. The Stewmaker is obviously here now, but he won’t be for long. And if you let him slip away, he’ll be as gone as his victims and you’ll never see him again.

Meera: We know that Luis Peña is dead. We know about the Stewmaker.
Lawyer: My client has no idea what you’re talking about.
Meera: Cooperate, help us nail this guy, and we can talk a plea agreement.
Lorca: You were responsible for Luis’ safety. I’m sure you promised him all sorts of protection to compel him to testify. This is on you. I had nothing to do with it.
Malik: The government is dropping this case.
Lawyer: That is a surprise.
Meera: You know, the thing about narco dollars is that they always seem to find their way into some pretty unsavory hands. We’ve got files on shell corporations, numbered accounts, all related to a mysterious Hector Lorca. But you’re not such a mystery anymore.
Lawyer: You’re bringing money-laundering charges? Based on what evidence? Are you dropping this case or not?
Meera: This case, yes. But Homeland Security suspects that you may be laundering money through entities with financial ties to terrorist organizations.
Lawyer: That’s a load of crap, and you know it. Why would they think that?
Liz: Because we told them he is.
Meera: Homeland’s gonna stick you in a nice hole someplace while we check it out, and that could take some time, you know. Give us the Stewmaker, and we’ll set you up in a nice, cozy supermax.
Lorca: I don’t think you really understand who you’re hunting. This man, he is much more dangerous than your agents. I’ll take my chances with Homeland. I’m a survivor. I like my odds.

[ SUV and armored vehicle arrive at airport. Helicopter also arrives ]

Liz: Once I turn you over to Homeland, it’s beyond my ability to help you!
Lorca: You’ve helped me enough, Agent Keen. You’ve disrupted my business, my life. You’ve embarrassed me, my family. You think you know me, with your profiles? You have no idea.

[Transport helicopter 💥explodes💥”¨¨¨¨🔫 Lorca escapes. Keen is taken.]
Man on Tarmac: Come on!

Cooper: We just got the surveillance footage from the airport.
Ressler:What did you know about the transport attack? How did he know where to strike? I swear to God, if you had anything to do with –
Red: What you’re forgetting is we want the same thing, Agent Ressler.
Cooper: Why would he kidnap Agent Keen? What’s his play here?
Red: I have a contract with Lorca to personally hand him a new identity.
Ressler: That’s never gonna happen.
Red: Your witness is dead, you lost Lorca, and he took Agent Keen. I’d say my meeting with Lorca might be the equivalent of you falling on your ass and landing in a pile of Christmas.♤
Cooper: We’ll need time to set up a sting.
Red: He’s been evading capture for years. He’ll be more on guard than ever. Any change of plans, and we’ll lose him. I meet with Lorca alone.
Ressler: An FBI agent’s life is in jeopardy.
Red: There’s no bargaining here! When confronting complex equations, the simplest solution is most often the correct one. You lost her. I can find her. It’s that simple.
Ressler: I’m coming with you.
Red: Then understand I take no responsibility for your safety. And the FBI backs off. No surveillance, no wires, or you can find what’s left of Agent Keen yourselves.

Ressler: As soon as you have information on Agent Keen, contact me. I’ll get backup, and we’ll take him.
Red: No. I’m gonna make him feel safe. Lorca’s gonna walk, and you’re gonna have to just trust me.
Ressler: Lorca’s not going anywhere. And I’ll never trust you.
Red: You know why? Because after tracking me for years, you’ve come up with one undeniable truth. I only do what’s good for me. And that is a person you can trust, Donald. Now let’s go. Lorca will have questions about you. You’ll need breviloquent answers.

Ready? Good evening, gentlemen.
Red: I’m Raymond Reddington.
⋘⋙
Red: Mr. Lorca, I’m Raymond Reddington.
Lorca: I didn’t expect two of you.
Red: Oh, this is Special Agent Donald Ressler of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
[ Lorca’s man immediately jumps Ressler and holds a knife to his throat ]
Lorca: Whoa, whoa, what It must be open season on the FBI. I like it.
Red: He insisted, dying to meet you.
[ Lorca speaks to his man in Spanish ]
Ressler: What’s he saying?
Red: He’s telling his man to be ready to cut off your head.
Lorca: You want to tell me why I shouldn’t? One chance. Make it a good one.
Red: Better start talking, Donald.
Ressler: Red!
Lorca: Kill him.
[Fight – Ressler prevails]
Red: Aah! He’s also a wonderful dancer.
Ressler: How do you think Red got you a new ID? New passports? Established Interpol data background? New history, false prints? That’s all me. I’m not the guy you kill, Hector. I’m the guy you pay. And if I don’t show up for dinner tonight, you’re dead by morning.
Lorca: Is this true?
Red: It is indeed. Crooked as a Corsican highway. He’s an asset. So if you’re gonna kill my inside man, the least you could do is thank him first. Your new life. I hope it’s an interesting one. I’ve also arranged a flight to take you to Venezuela. You just need to sit tight for at least 12 hours.
Lorca: No. I’m leaving now, tonight.
Red: Not with my assistance, you’re not. You’re bad for business. You’ve made a mess. You’ve abducted an FBI agent. I presume she’s dead.
Lorca: I don’t know.
Red: In any event, the city’s locked down. I can’t have you getting busted with my fingerprints all over you. When I arrange transport, it’s flawless. I won’t compromise my people.
Ressler: Every sat tracking system, every surveillance camera, every law–enforcement officer in this town is looking for you. No way you’re getting out of here anytime soon.
Red: So just sit tight. Take your new identity, catch a ride on my plane, and let me clean up your mess.
Lorca: Full–service provider, huh?
Red: Yes. So, where is the man holding the agent?
Lorca: You have a problem with me disposing of this bitch? Agent Keen will soon disappear. That is the price for taking everything I have.
Red: See, that’s the problem right there. You let your emotions get the best of you, which is how people wind up in jail, Hector. Stupid people. I need the name and location of the man holding Elizabeth Keen.
Lorca: Are you sure it is not you who’s acting on emotion? It sounds personal.
Red: [ Laughs ] You got me. It is personal.♤ I want your man. So let me spell it out for you. You get away. Agent Ressler here saves Agent Keen. He looks good. And everyone feels better about themselves. I need a name. Now.
Lorca: I don’t have a name. And I have no idea where he took her.
Red: Then good luck to you, Mr. Lorca.
Lorca: I have a contact. That is all.

[ Phone rings ]
Cooper: Tell me about the suspect. [ Call is conferenced with Red listening ]
Ressler: Got a contact from Lorca, but it’s through a mailbox rental place in G–Town.
Meera: Name of the mailbox renter was an alias Bill Conners. We found his driver’s license at the DMV and matched his fingerprints to chemical purchases in Maryland. The Stewmaker has a name Stanley R. Kornish. Runs a dental practice in Kitzmiller Maryland. Not 100%, but Kornish is definitely person of interest number one.
Cooper: I hope you’re on your way to Kitzmiller.
Ressler: We are.
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[ Red looks over evidence board, sees item marked “K-9 hair,” takes it ]
Red: [ To Dembe ] Time to go.

[ Kornish drives car to remote cabin, gets out and opens trunk. Liz is inside, tied with duct tape over her mouth and blindfolded ]
Liz: My name is Elizabeth. I have a name. I’m a person. I have a husband. I want you to know who I am.

[ Dembe and Red are in car ]
Red: Dogs are not our whole life, but they do make some lives whole. Dembe, would you dial the Maryland State Office of Animal Control, please?
Red: (Impatient:) Come on.
Maryland Animal Control. This is Diana. Can I help you?
Red: Yes. H–Hello, Diana. This is Stanley Kornish. I’m in a bit of a panic. My dog has gotten out, and I’ve lost my cellphone with the tracking code. I was wondering if I might bother you for the code and if you could reboot the application for this mobile device. He’s an emotional support dog. Please hurry. My heart, it’s pounding, and I’m having trouble breathing.

Liz: Who are you? I deserve that at least, since you’re gonna kill me. I mean, you understand decency, don’t you? At the very least, I should know the name of the person who’s gonna take my life. I know the name they call you out there. It’s disparaging, disrespectful. But it’s not who you are, is it? It’s not how you feel about yourself.
[ The cabin has rows of shelves with mostly small jars – baby food jars – containing liquids. Kornish examines one which contains a fluid and what appears to be a rock ]
Kornish: What name are you referring to?
Liz: You don’t know?
[ Kornish lowers Liz’s blindfold ]
Kornish: What name?
Liz: They call you the Stewmaker because of the chemicals you use to dissolve human bodies.
Kornish: Nature.
Liz; What about nature?
Kornish: It’s the transference of energy. Energy cannot die. It can only be transformed.
Liz: Is that what you do? Transform energy?
Kornish: That’s what nature does when the body dies.
Liz: But you do it very differently.
Kornish: Yes. Faster. Cleaner. Better.

[ FBI breaks down door of home ]
Eleanore Kornish: [ To son, about 9 years old ] Go! Go! Go! Run!
– FBI! Hands where we can see them!
Eleanore: [ Panicky ] Oh, my God! What?! What?!
– Let’s see your hands!
Eleanore: What? What?
Ressler: Everything’s okay –
Eleanore: No! No!
Ressler: We’re FBI.
Eleanore: No! No! Where- Where are you taking my son?!
Ressler: He’s gonna be fine, ma’am.
Meera: You’re gonna be okay. All right?
Ressler: He’ll be fine, ma’am. Are you Eleanore Kornish?
Eleanore: Yes.
Is your husband Stanley Kornish?
Eleanore: Yes.
Ressler: Where is he now, ma’am?
Eleanore: I don’t know. He isn’t here. W- w- what’s happening?! Why do you want to talk to Stanley?! Where is my boy?!
Ressler: Easy. Easy. He’s gonna be fine, ma’am. He’ll be fine.

Liz: What about family? You seem like a father. You have kids? A son? A son, then. How old is he? How old is your son?
Kornish: He’s 11. My son. He’s 11. I married late. She’s a n–nice woman.
Liz: I knew it. A caring father.
Kornish: What about you? Are you a mother?
Liz: No.
Kornish: That’s good. I was- I was asked to make you suffer. I’m I’m sorry. It’s my job.
Liz: It’s my job to read people. And you’re not a killer.
Kornish: I’m a lot of things, Liz. There’s a nerve cluster just under the shoulder muscle. Just wait. The pain should be quite intense.
[ Kornish sticks a long needle down Liz’s shoulder. She gives out a blood-curdling scream ]

Eleanore: My husband’s a dentist. He would never do anything wrong.
Ressler: Where do you think he might be now, Mrs. Kornish?
Eleanore: Oh, it’s the weekend. H-he likes to get away. He goes fishing.
Meera: Where does he fish?
Eleanore: We have a little cabin up in – I don’t go there. I-it’s his place.
Ressler: Tell us about the cabin.
Eleanore: It’s not far. Up at Backbone Mountain. Kind of in the middle of nowhere. Near Lamb Knolls, I think.
Ressler: What’s the name of the road?
Eleanore: Up there, they don’t have names. Some of the roads aren’t even roads. They’re just dirt paths to the woods. Please, I have to know. What has Stanley done?

Ressler: [ On phone ]I need a chopper now. I want tact ops on site within the hour. And call ahead to forestry. We’re gonna need guys that know those woods.

Red: We’re getting very close, Dembe. Pull in at the next shop. We’re gonna need meat.

[ Kornish appears to be naked now ]
Liz: Tell me, how does it work? How do you make them disappear so perfectly?
Kornish: It is perfect, isn’t it? [ He injects her ]
Liz: What did you give me?
Kornish: A sedative. It’ll eventually cause paralysis, yet maintain your sensitivity to pain. [To dog:] Hey, you don’t have to watch this. Go on. Why don’t you go play? Go.
Liz: Why are you doing this?! You don’t take life. You clean up death.
Kornish: Everything changes. Everything evolves. This is my evolution.
Liz: You know what I think? I think this idea of you vanishing people to aid nature is a lie. I think you’re trying to dissolve something else. Your past, maybe? Whatever the horrible thing was that twisted you up inside and made you into the freak that you are!
[ Liz has gotten out of her bindings. Kornish has his back to her, putting on his gas mask. Liz whollops him and takes off into the woods. Eventually, it is Kornish’s dog that finds her. Kornish knocks Liz out and drags her back to the cabin ]

[ The FBI rescue team is assembling ]
Ressler: We’re gonna run two team lines here. One from Lamb Knolls to the southwest road, the other from the fire road back to the lake. Let’s move!

Liz: You know, I was wrong about you. You’re not perfect.
[Red appears & clobbers The Stewmaker]
Red: [ Smiles at her ] Hello, Lizzie. The effects will dissipate soon. You’re gonna be fine.
[ Red strokes Liz’s hair. He pushes the wheel chair the is in into the next room. Her eyes droop closed. Red returns to The Stewmaker ]

Red: [ to Stewmaker ] Okay. Shall we get started? A farmer comes home one day to find that everything that gives meaning to his life is gone. Crops are burned, animals slaughtered, bodies and broken pieces of his life strewn about. Everything that he loved, taken from him. His children. One can only imagine the pit of despair, the hours of Job–like lamentations, the burden of existence. He makes a promise to himself in those dark hours. A life’s work erupts from his knotted mind. Years go by. His suffering becomes complicated. One day he stops. The farmer, who is no longer a farmer sees the wreckage he’s left in his wake. It is now he who burns. It is he who slaughters. And he knows, in his heart, he must pay.♤ Doesn’t he, Stanley?
Liz: No, Red. He couldn’t help it.
Red: Maybe you’re right. Maybe he could change. Maybe he’s not damaged beyond repair. Maybe he could make amends to all those that he’s hurt so terribly. Or maybe not. [ Red dumps The Stewmaker into the bubbling acid bath as Liz listens, a horrified look on her face ]

[Red flips through book of photos, The Stewmaker’s book of his victims. Red removes a photo of a young woman aged 15–20 that is dated 12 / 1990 [[ This is the month that Red disappeared ]]

Ressler: Where’s Kornish?
Red: We’ve had a little incident. Agent Keen needs medical attention.
Malik: How did you get in here?
Red: That’s a pretty blouse.
Ressler: Get a medic in here now!

[ Ressler and Liz walk through the woods together to the parked vehicles. She clings to him ]
Ressler to Liz: It’s all over now. It’s over now. It’s okay. Everything’s okay.

[ ♫ music] * See, I left my father’s home * *
And I fell into a well of hope * *
I’m carrying my heart * *
But it’s made of stone * *
I’m carrying my heart,
but my heart is made of stone *

Red: Here. [ Hands Liz the Stewmaker’s book of photos ] It’s horrifying. But at least you can give peace of mind to some of the families.
Liz: You’re no better than him.
Red: You gonna tell on me, Lizzie? Tell Harold how bad I’ve been?
Liz: You’re a monster.
Red: Yes.

♪ *See, I left my father’s home *

How can you live with that?
Red: By saving your life.

♪ *I’m carrying my heart *

Red: The book I just gave agent Keen should help to put Lorca or many of his kind away for a nice long time.
Ressler: Yeah, but Lorca got away.
Red: Cost of doing business.
Ressler: No, you’re not just gonna let him go. He was offensive. You didn’t like that.
Red: He is on my jet.

♪ *Oh, oh–oh–oh * *
See, I left my mother’s heart * *
See, I left my father’s home * *
And I fell into a well of hope *

Tom: I–I know things have been a little weird between us lately. I think what we were taking about, getting out of town for a few days I think we could really use it. So I booked it. It’s just three nights back at that place we loved, the, uh, Tellamy Cove Inn. You know, it has that restaurant that you like and it might be fun.
Liz: Yeah?
Tom: You’re gonna get through this.
Liz: I promise.

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♫ Made Of Stone
By Matt Colby

♪ See I left my mothers heart
See I left my fathers home
And I fell into a well of hope

I’m carrying my heart but it’s made of stone
I’m carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone

See I left my mothers heart
See I left my fathers home
And I fell into a well of hope

♪ I’m carrying my heart but it’s made of stone
I’m carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone
I’m carrying my heart but it’s made of stone
oh I’m carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone

Oooh ohhwooahh oooooah aoowoahh
ooooohhh wooaahh ooooooohh oooooaahhh………

Lyrics and credits: http://bit.ly/1IDl6tV
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1N7r5dH

♫ Up Past The Nursery
By Suuns

(Included lines: )
♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ooh, ooh.
Ohh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ohh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Do what with which you can’t explain or what you’ve never seen.
Take your ship, you own the ship, your ship that’s coming in.
Do what you can’t, you can’t, you can’t,
you can’t, you can’t you get it in?
Do what you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you, take it in.
Do what you know you’ve never been, it’s really just a shame.
What you can and know it, everyone is all the same.
If you can’t get back again, you can change the way it is.
And what you can’t and where and all, you think will begins.

(Omitted lines:)
[ ♫ What you can’t and can’t and if you’re never coming back.
What you can and loose it, blues it, choose it, do what you like.
If you loose your way again, you’ve just been mistaken.
And what you can’t and can’t and put the cards back in the stack.
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ooh, ooh.
Ohh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Cut and cut and crack it up.
Cr-crack, cr-crack, yes,
oh I can cut you, catch you, catch you, catch you gettin’ older.
You can’t get quick, you can’t commit, you can’t control her.
Without, remember bodies sold to Sunday, getting colder.
Oh, so civilized so you cannot take it.
Oh, you cannot take it.
Oh, you cannot make it.
A force has come is still alive.
Oh, open up and take it.
All the money, take it.
Oh, you cannot take it.
Night time, chin-chin and worry ’bout the nation.
What you cannot take.
Yeah, no one cannot take you.
Rise slow, close the blinds and wonder what you take, yeah.
Oh, you cannot take you, oh, you cannot take you.
What you, what you can’t, it’s just the world you’ve never seen.
Take your ship, just strangle it, your ship that’s coming in. ]

(Included lines:)
♪ Do what you can’t, you cant’, you can’t, you get it in.
Do what you can’t, you cant’, you can’t, you take it in.
Do what you know you’ve never been, it’s really just a shame.
What you know, you know it’s everyone is all the same.
If you can’t get back again, you can change the way it is.
And what you can’t and where and with is all and all again.
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ooh, ooh.
Ohh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ooh, ooh.
Ohh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1TqiZg9
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1P4gJKd

Note: Lyrics may be slightly different due to differences in performances. I tried to match up as best I could. I find the excluded lines to be highly suggestive of the plot of this episode and of the Stewmaker’s legacy, which weaves itself through subsequent episodes and well into the second season. – LizzieB90

 
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🔴 Episode 1:5 The Courier

 
🔴 Episode 1:5 The Courier

First aired: 10/21/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1HVxaTJ
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1J3DE4x

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, John C Kelley
Directed by: Nick Gomez

 

Episode 1:5 The Courier

Blurb: The Courier guarantees the of delivery of high value assets by assuring the deaths of both sender and receiver if either fails in their part of the transaction.

 
Tom: What’s going on? You’re acting funny.
Liz: Nothing.
Tom: Okay. Tell me. Tell me.
Liz: I need to ask you about something, and I need you to tell me the truth.
Tom: Of course. What is it?
[ Liz shows him the Angel Station flyer]
Tom: I don’t get it.
Liz:A man was shot and killed in that hotel.
Tom: Okay. So, what’s the question?
Liz: Were you involved?
Tom: I–in in what?
Liz: The murder.
Tom: [Angry] You’re not going anywhere. Liz. Stop! The people that I work for are very powerful. Now, I need you to tell me everything that you know.
Liz: I don’t know anything. You’re hurting me!
Tom: Damn it, Lizzie! Do not lie to me!
Liz: I don’t know anything! I swear!
Tom: Yeah, well, I wish that I believed you!
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[…It was a dream…]
Liz: Aah!
Tom: Rise and shine. The day is waiting. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!
Liz: Oh, God. I hate you right now.
Tom: Do you? Wake up, wake up, wake up. Get her, Hudson! Get her!
Liz: Stop it, both of you! Ouch!
Tom: I know that you’ve had a rough few nights, but today is gonna be a really great day.
Liz: Why?
Tom: Well, I have a doctor’s appointment.
Liz: You hate doctors.
Tom: Yeah, but it’s not for me. It’s an ultrasound for our baby.
Liz: I thought Jeni was having second thoughts.
Tom: Yeah, she said we’re the only married couple she knows who don’t totally hate each other, so she’s she’s giving us a baby.
Liz: That’s That’s great news.
Tom: It’s amazing! When you get home from work tonight, you are finally gonna see what this little monster looks like.
Liz: Wait. I’m not invited?
Tom: I just know how busy you get. But call if you can’t make it.
Liz: Oh, God. Oh, God.
Tom: It’s so good to see things finally getting back to normal around here.
Liz: Mm!

[ Liz and Tom’s home is being surveilled. A man takes a bite of a red apple: Apple Man ]

[ On a dark road, a car pulls up behind a pickup truck. The driver of the car opens the back of the pickup. Inside, a young man is bound with duct tape over his mouth, which the driver removes in order to make these clips for a video: ]
Seth: My name is is My n– My name is Seth Seth Nelson. P–p–p–please, please I’m begging you. D–don’t – Why are you doing this?
Man: Save your breath, kid.
[ While the Man is preparing the vault for Seth, Seth grabs the Man’s knife and when the Man returns, Seth stabs him in the chest. This appears to have little effect. The Man puts an oxygen mask on Seth ]
Seth: Please, don’t do this. Please. Don’t! What– What are you? You got You got the wrong guy! Please! Help me! Somebody!
[ The man closes the cover of the vault ]

Newton Philips: Your sources were correct, sir. The Iranian is attempting to procure a high–level–intelligence package. We believe it could lead to the answer you seek.
Red: Have it intercepted.
Newton: That may prove difficult. The seller hired the Courier to make the exchange. The last time we attempted to intercept him –
Red: I’m well aware of the men and resources we lost in Cairo. Perhaps this is an opportunity to let our new friends at the FBI carry the water.

[ Liz is looking at online information about the Angel Station Hotel. Ressler comes in ]
Ressler: I’ve been ordered to include you in the oversight committee brief on Reddington next week.
Liz: Cooper told me. Here’s the profile I prepared on him.
Ressler: Have I told you yet I don’t place much stock in profiling? And by “much,” I mean “none.” It’s never once helped me solve a case. You know what has? – Hm? – Facts.
Liz: Yeah. I also prepared a profile on you. “Uptight, fueled by an inner rage,” “capable of the occasional moment of tenderness, which likely brings on the desire to stay up all night watching Asian porn.”
Ressler: Not even close.
Liz: Huh. How about this? You don’t trust me. You think I’m tainted somehow. Maybe a traitor. You resent the fact that Reddington wants to work directly with me instead of you. Speak of the devil. It’s the devil. [Call from Red.]

Liz: What is this place?
Red: Something of a hideaway. It used to be home to one of the finest American writers who ever lived – Fredrick Hemstead.
Liz: Never heard of him.
Red: No, you haven’t. Nobody has. Dear Fredrick was waiting tables when we first met. Strange little man, built like a fireplug. He was living here with his mother until she died. Poor Fredrick couldn’t afford to stay on, so I bought the place for him.
Liz: Please.
Red: Sadly, Fredrick died without ever being published, but this place is chock-full of his work Manuscripts, poems, unsent letters, and lots and lots of this.
Liz: What is that?
Red: No earthly idea. Some sort of distilled alcohol, I think. There’s bottles of the stuff stashed everywhere. Would you like me to pour you a few fingers?
Liz: Why am I here?
Red: Have you ever wondered how criminals who know they can’t trust one another are still able to conduct business with each other?
Liz: They replace trust with fear and the threat of violence.
Red: The next target on the blacklist is a physical embodiment of both. He’s known as the Courier, and his involvement in a transaction virtually guarantees success. Once he’s hired to make a delivery, he can’t be bribed, he can’t be stopped. If either a party attempts to double–cross the other, he kills them both. The perfect middleman for an imperfect world.
Liz: Cooper’s not gonna sanction a black op against the U.P.S. driver of crime.
Red: He will when you tell him the Courier is scheduled to deliver a package worth $20 million. At that price, it could be anything from a genetically engineered virus to a very important person’s head in a bag.
Liz: Does he have a name?
Red: I’m sure he does. I don’t know it.
Liz: Skip to the part where you tell me how you expect us to find him.
Red: I know the man he’s planning on delivering the package to. An Iranian spy named Hamid Soroush.
Liz: Where are they making the exchange?
Red: At the Winston farmer’s market in 2 hours and 45 minutes.

[ The Man who stuffed Seth in the vault is shown calmly sewing the stab wound in his chest closed. He has numerous other wounds ]

[ Liz and Meera are walking at the Famers Market, Alexandria, Virginia. Ressler is monitoring remotely ]
Liz: My 1:00? Could be him. Same height, right age.
Meera: You reading me, Haircut? [ Code name for Ressler ]
Ressler: Stay on him.
Liz: When it rings, pick it up.
Meera: It’s a cell. He just gave him something.
Liz: He’s moving.
Meera: What’s he saying?
Ressler: I don’t know. We’ve got nothing. Get someone to point a mike at this guy.
Liz: He’s off.
Iranian: Excuse me. Can you break a $100?
Liz: I think he just made contact.
Ressler: All teams start casually moving to the east side of the market. Do not spook this guy.
Chang, get closer on the produce guy’s face.
[ Guy goes inside tent ]
Ressler: I think he made us. Tactical teams, you’re up. I want south side sealed off from the outside.
Liz: Just made contact.
[ Man is shot from above. People scream. Liz and Meera get down ]
Meera: Shots fired! Soroush [Iranian] is down!
Ressler: I don’t have eyes on the shooter! All teams, move in now.
[ Large SUV takes off ]

Liz: You hit?
Meera: It’s not my blood.
[ Meera shoots out back window of SUV, but it continues on, gaining speed ]
Ressler: Suspect’s heading north on 6th. I need local air and law–enforcement support now.
Meera: [ Demands Keys from bystander ] Give me the keys! Give me the damn keys!
[ Meera and Liz jump in truck and follow SUV ]
Ressler: Air support on the way. Engage. Two minutes.
[ SUV shoots out windows of Liz and Meera’s truck ]
Liz: Cut him off at the next intersection! Do it.
[ Truck plows into SUV. Driver gets out and starts running ]
Liz We’re at the corner of 10th and Spencer. The Courier’s vehicle has been disabled.
[ They corner Courier, collapsed and leaning against a building. He slips a computer flash drive into his now open chest wound. He shoots automatic weapon fire into alley, but Meera comes upon him from the front ]
Meera: Move and you’re dead. Put your other hand up.
Liz: Get your hands up! Put it up now. Put your arm up now.
Man: I can’t. [ Compound fracture ]
Meera: Put your other arm up. [ He raises left arm with left arm ] Oh, my God.

Ressler: Let’s try this again.What were you supposed to deliver?
Meera: Please. Help us, and maybe we can help you.
Ressler: What about that Iranian spy whose head you exploded all over my partner? Huh? You remember him?
Meera: He had banking codes with a $20 million wire transfer in his pocket. You’re a courier. You were supposed to give a package to the Iranian. Where’s the package?!

Cooper: We found nothing at the farmer’s market, nothing in his vehicle, nothing on him. What was he supposed to be delivering?
Red: I don’t know, Harold. Might it be conceivable your people actually missed something?
Liz: You’re not telling us everything.
Red: Let me put your mind at ease. I’m never telling you everything.♤ I did my job here. I gave you a Blacklister.spd There he sits.
Cooper: Obviously, good cop/bad cop isn’t working here, so let’s try bad cop/worse cop. How’s the arm? Looks painful. Where’s the package? [ She squeezes his arm ]
Ressler: Smile all you want. We’re just getting started, pal.

Cooper: Why did he kill Soroush?
Red: Obviously, he spotted one of your agents, and poor Soroush paid the price.
Liz: There’s a knife wound in his chest, scars all over his body. You know how he got them?
Red: That’s interesting. I always wondered if the stories were true. I think you may need to call a doctor.

Doctor: I’ve read about cases like this. Your suspect has congenital anhidrosis. It’s a rare genetic disorder. He can’t feel physical pain.
Ressler: That makes sense.
Liz: And the scarring?
Doctor: People with the disorder obviously get injured more often, but not not like that. That– That’s something else entirely.
Cooper: We’re more interested in the knife wound in his chest. We think he might have placed evidence inside of it.
Doctor: What evidence?
Cooper: We’re not sure. That’s why you’re here.

[ Doctor removes the computer chip from the Man’s chest. He must be The Courier ]
The Courier: [ Suddenly. ] Boo.

Video: “My name My name My name is Seth Is Seth Nelson. W–why are you doing this? Please – ”
Cooper: That’s the only thing on the chip taken from his chest?
Liz: Newspaper’s from yesterday. Time stamp on the video file is 4:29 this morning. It’s a proof–of–life video.
Ressler: The oxygen mask, the tanks – Wherever this guy is, his hours are numbered.
Liz: We didn’t find a package because there wasn’t one, sir. Soroush was putting up $20 million for this guy. We just stopped him from delivering a ransom payment.

Liz: We got a hit when we ran his name and face through the DMV servers. Seth Nelson lives in Maryland with his parents, works tech support for a cable company.
Ressler: Assuming each oxygen cylinder was full, he has maybe 20 hours before his air runs out.
Cooper: Ultrasound machine. I want to know what other surprises the Courier has hiding inside him. I also want to know why anyone thinks this kid is worth $20 million.
Malik: He’s probably worth more. My CIA sources just confirmed he’s an NSA analyst one of their best and only one of three people allowed to write and access the security protocols and software. If he’s coerced into working for a foreign power or criminal network, the damage would be catastrophic.
Ressler: Liz: We need to make the Courier talk. There must be something he wants.
The guy’s a psychopath.
Cooper: Luckily, we happen to have our own psychopath.♤

Red: This is hilarious. Fredrick wrote to the editor of the Washington Post almost every day thank you about any and every subject. Listen to this one. “Dear Mr. Bradley, what is up with all the rabbits – ”
Liz: I need to know what you’re not telling me about the Courier.
Red: And what do I get in return?
Liz: My gratitude.
Red: Tell me what you’ve learned about your husband.
Liz: The gun that I found in the box is connected to an open homicide.
Red: Of whom?
Liz: It’s classified. I can’t read the file.
Red: I imagine you’ve found ways around that particular obstacle.
Liz: I know it happened in Boston last year. I think it was a Russian tourist who was murdered Victor Fokin.
Red: You lived in New York at the time. Why would you think your husband would be in Boston?
Liz: Because I was there with him. He supposedly had a job interview, and we made it into a small vacation.
Red: A few years ago, some of my associates encountered the Courier in an opium den in Cairo. He killed two of them. If he still has a taste for the poppy, there’s a man who may be able to help us.
Liz: You’re talking about a drug dealer.
Red: I’m talking about a friend a philosopher who practices an ancient ritual going back thousands of years. There’s a good chance he could be helpful in locating the Courier’s safe house.
Liz: All I care about is finding Seth. Call your friend. I want the Courier’s safe-house address.
Red: Thank you.
For what?
Red: For being honest with me. In my life, I don’t encounter that frequently.

[ FBI squad with Liz, Red and Meera raid house; no one home ]
Meera: Got a name. Tommy Phelps.
Ressler: Run it through the databases, see if it’s even real.
[ Liz pauses at photo of two boys, brothers? about ages 7 to 10, in front of a trailer ]
Meera: You guys need to see this. He had the Iranian buyer under surveillance for several days.
Ressler: And this woman, I think she’s the seller responsible for kidnapping Seth and hiring the Courier to pick up her money.
Cooper: Why the surveillance?
Liz: According to Reddington, the Courier kills anyone who tries to double-cross him. He probably wanted to know where to find them if something went wrong.
Cooper: Find out who this woman is.

Doctor: He has five objects embedded inside him. Some are surrounded with scar tissue. Been there for years.
Cooper: What objects?
Doctor: We’ve only been able to identify two. A key and another chip. The others are just shadows. I need a higher-resolution scan to I.D. them.
Cooper: Take him to Walter Reed. I want everything inside of him cut out.
The Courier: The kid has what [ “14 hours of air left?” – not included in Springfield script ] I can tell you where he is.
Cooper: In exchange for what?
Courier: Immunity. I talk, then walk.
Cooper: Never gonna happen.
Courier: Then the kid’s dead.
Liz: I’ve been trying to figure out if there’s anything in this world you care about. How about him? [ Shows him photo of the two boys in front of the trailer ] Care about your little brother, Tommy? We’re bringing him in from Petersburg Federal Prison right now. Anything you want me to tell him?

Tommy’s Brother: You finally find him?
Liz: Tell me about your brother. Who he works with, his contacts. Tell me about the people in his life.
Brother: There are no people in his life.
Liz: There’s you. Tried to help you break out, didn’t he? From what I understand, he’d do anything for his little brother.
Brother: What’s he moving now?
Liz: A 26-year-old MIT grad.
Brother: Lady, you don’t understand Tommy.
Liz: I know his condition prevents him from feel–
Brother: No, I mean you don’t understand him. Our old man knocked us around when he needed to, which didn’t bother Tommy. But dad hated that. Felt like he couldn’t control his own son, and he couldn’t. So when he was 11, dad started hosting these dogfights. Not with two dogs, but with a dog and Tommy. Well, we had this barn. People would come from miles around. They’d get drunk and make bets. What it did to him over time Tommy’s broken. Somewhere in his head, a switch flipped. I wish I could help you, but you know how it goes.

Red: You’re here because somebody screwed up.
Cooper: The deal went sideways. And now the buyer and seller have targets on their head, if they’re not dead already.
Red: Her name’s Laurence Dechambou. She’s ex-French intelligence. She now makes a handsome living selling secrets, mostly of a technological nature. I really don’t understand any of it. But she’s clearly stepping up on this one, trying to make a legacy for herself. She owns that nightclub. Last time I was there, we had a great deal of fun, until she tried to strangle me with her stocking.
Cooper: I’ll get a warrant. You’ll have it by the time you get there.
Red: She won’t talk, and even if she did, what would you expect her to say?
Ressler: She may know Seth’s location.
Red: She won’t.
Cooper: She’s the only lead we have. We arrest her and take our chances.
Red: This is a bad idea, Harold.
Meera: Actually, there may be another option. She had to hand over Seth to the Courier somewhere. We find the location, we might get lucky. There could be security-cam or ATM footage of the exchange.
And we use it to track the Courier’s movements last night. That could lead to Seth.
Red: And why would she tell you that, again?
Liz: She doesn’t have to. She’s still expecting her money. We send someone in as the Courier, tell her the exchange was a setup, the deal’s off, she can pick up Seth where she dropped him off.
Ressler: And we follow her to the drop–off point.
Red: If you really want her to talk, I should meet with her.
Ressler: Every time you “meet,” someone ends up dead.
Red: We’ve gotten off to a rocky start.
Cooper: You’ve killed three people.
Red: I’m not perfect.♤
Cooper: If we did this, we’d be operating under the assumption that Dechambou has never met the Courier face–to–face.
It’s too risky.
He’s right.
Ressler: Let me go. I can do this.
Cooper: First sign this is going south, I want that club swarmed.
Red: Or just bend over any available piece of furniture and let her slap you on the ass. She loves that.♤

[Liz notices incoming call from Tom]
Liz: Oh, my God. Tom. Oh, God. He’s gonna kill me. [ She picks up ] I’m so sorry.
Tom: [ Upset & angry ] You need to come home. Okay? I canceled the ultrasound. – Liz?
Liz: I can’t do this right now.
Tom: Look, I don’t I don’t care what’s going on at work, okay? You and I need to talk. Something incredibly important came up. I don’t care! You and I need to talk about something, and it’s more important.
Liz: I promise we’ll talk as long as you like, but later.
Tom: This is an emergen –
[ Tom is looking into the empty space under the floor and has discovered that the box w passports etc is missing ]

[ Loud dance music ]
Liz: All teams stand by. Our man is entering the building.
Ressler: Here to see Dechambou.
Bouncer: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Line’s over there, slick.
Liz: [Over Phone] You need to make an example here. You have to hurt him. That’s what the Courier would do.
Ressler You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot here, uh, Isn’t that her over there? [ Clobbers security guard ]
Meera: That was hot.
Liz: You know he can hear you, right?
Meera: Yep.
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Hey. Come with me. Let’s go. Come on.
Dechambou: [ To clients ] Would you mind excusing me for a moment?
Dechambou: [To Ressler ]: You injured my doorman. Forced your way into my club. Is there a reason why I should not kill you right now?
Ressler: You kill me, you kill Seth Nelson.
Dechambou: You’re– What the hell are you doing here? We agreed the money was to be dropped off at a specified location.
Ressler: Plans change.
Dechambou: No. They don’t. The only reason I employed you was to shield me from unwanted attention, and you’re at my front door?
Ressler: There is no money. The Iranian was working with the FBI. I killed him.
Dechambou: I’ve known Soroush for years.
Ressler: Well, if he didn’t set me up, that leaves only one other person, you.
Dechambou: And I never trusted him. That’s why I employed you. The bastard screwed us both here.
Ressler: Your NSA geek is where you left him last night. We’re done. Don’t contact me again.
Dechambou: Wait! How do I know it’s really you– That I’m not being set up myself?
Ressler: Not my problem.
Dechambou: They say you can’t feel pain. Prove it. [Ressler breaks glass & slices arm.]
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Meera: We’re coming in. All teams prepare to mobilize. First team, swarm the north doors on my –
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Ressler: Is this what you need to see? You want to watch me bleed, see if I react? I’ve already lost the only thing in this world I’ve ever loved. I have nothing in this world, except this job.
Impressive. Except for one mistake. If the Iranian is dead, the real Courier would have killed me, too. Which makes me wonder –
Liz to Ressler: Get out now!
Dechambou: – Who the hell are you?
Liz: Asset compromised. Hit the building.
[ Fist and gunfight between Ressler and guards. FBI backup arrives and prevails. Dechambou is arrested ]

Meera: She kidnapped Seth but has no idea where he is.
Ressler: Yeah, well, the kid has less than eight hours of air left. Somebody had better get that Courier talking.
Meera: What do you suggest? Torture him? He doesn’t feel pain.
Liz: He does feel pain. He’s got a brother serving. The one thing in the world he cares about. Offer to reduce or commute his sentence in exchange for telling us Seth’s location The life of a stranger for the life of his brother.
Ressler: Call the marshals. Get him back here. We’ll cut him open later.

[ In transport vehicle, The Courier retrieves a knife from under his skin, uses it to open his cuffs
and attacks his guards ]

Meera: He wounded two of the marshals and killed one with a concealed knife.
Cooper: He was searched multiple times.
Liz: We think he used one of the objects hidden inside him. He was carrying around his own escape package.
Ressler: Prisoner transport was found abandoned in Woodbridge, Virginia. There’s also a report of a stolen vehicle at the same site. Local police are searching for him now.
Liz: According to his brother, Woodbridge is where he grew up.
Meera: Well, Seth could be there.
Cooper: Find him now. In the meantime, see if you can get anything out of Dechambou. She may not know where Seth is now, but she knows where she dropped him off last night.
Red: I have a better suggestion. Let her go.
Cooper: That’s not gonna happen.
Red: God, are you FBI. When this woman was working for French intelligence, she was on track to be you, Harold. Since she’s come over to my side, she’s only gone up from there. You really think you’re gonna be able to prove anything against her?
Cooper: We’ll make something stick. It’s only a matter of time.
Red: You don’t have any time. Pick her up in a week, in a month next time. But right now, if you want to save that man’s life, you need to release Dechambou. I’ll make her talk.
Liz: How?
Red: You don’t want me to answer that.
Cooper: How do I know you won’t use what she says to get Seth for yourself?
Red: You don’t. But I don’t see that you have many other options left.
Cooper: Okay. Release her. But if you screw me on this –
Red: I’ll consider it a bonus. Better make it a double.

Dechambou: If this is about that incident in Paris
Red: Oh, we’ll always have Paris.
Laurence Dechambou: What do you want?
Red: So many things. But right now, I want some information. Where is the NSA agent?
Dechambou: I have no idea. He was handed off to the Courier.
Red: Yes. And he’s been compromised. Who do you think he’ll blame for that?
Dechambou: Not me. The Iranian must have been working with the FBI.
Red: Laurence, the Iranian is dead, and you’re next. You know that.
Dechambou: I did nothing wrong.
Red: The world is rarely a fair place. That’s why it needs people like me.♤ I’ll get you out of the country and guarantee your safety. There’s a private jet awaiting your arrival right now. In exchange, you give me the location where you dropped the kid off last night.
Dechambou: He’s worth $20 million.
Red: That $20 million is about to die. This is not a negotiation.
Dechambou: How dare you? I don’t care who you are. And I’m not going to let you swoop in at the last minute and profit from a mistake made by somebody I hardly know.
Red: Oh, he knows you. He knows where you live, where you work, where you play. He knows you better than I do, and I know where that lovely little freckle is.♤ I give you a day and a half before he finds you. Try to be brave.
Dechambou: Wait. I will help you.

Ressler: Vehicle matches the description.
Meera: I have blood here.
Ressler: All teams, we have the suspect’s vehicle on the south side of – [ 💥 Gunfire breaks out 💥 (The Courier has an automatic weapon) ]
Ressler: He’s outside! Freeze! On your knees. Freeze! Turn around! On your knees! Hands where we can see them.
[ The Courier turns around, despite a bullet wound in his temple. He goes to his knees, then collapses ]
Ressler: Check him.
Meera: He’s dead.
Ressler: How much time does that kid have left?
Meera: Less than 40 minutes.

Red: At 4:00 a.m., Dechambou left Seth in the back of a pickup truck at this rest stop in Manassas.
Liz: The Courier took the proof-of-life video at 4:29 a.m Just under 30 minutes later. Assume he spent 20 minutes minimum with Seth at the site. That would give him 10 minutes of drive time from the rest stop, so he has to be somewhere in this radius.
Red: This entire area’s inaccessible.
Liz: The only place with road access is here at this open area. He has to be here.
Red: How much air does he have left?
[ “Liz: Thirty minutes tops” – not in script ]
Red: With Dembe driving, we might make it just in time to see him die. If we find our NSA friend and he’s still alive, he might prove helpful.
Liz: You want Seth for your own reasons.
Red: So should you.

[ They arrive at a trash dump for large items, look without success ]
Red: He’s in the dirt.
Liz: What?
Red: The refrigerator. It’s a coffin. The Courier buries things under his skin. He’s in the dirt right here.
⋘⋙
He’s not breathing.
Red: I died once in Marrakech Two and a half minutes. You wouldn’t believe what I saw on the other side.
Seth: Who– Who are you?
Red: The FBI – and friends.
Liz: Seth. We called your parents. They’re gonna meet you at the hospital.
Seth: H–how can I ever repay you?
Red: I’m sure we’ll think of something.
Liz: Don’t even think about it.
Red: What? The boy wishes to express gratitude. I’m merely playing my part in the ritual.

Ressler: You saved that kid’s life, Keen. Good job.
Liz: That story you told Dechambou about your job being the only thing left that was –
ResslerI was undercover. I said what I had to say to sell it.
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Delivery Man: Agent Keen, got a delivery for you. Sign here, please.
Liz: Thank you.
[ A file with a note: “The answers you seek – Red” It’s the unredacted file of the Angel Station murder. Includes photos of Tom. ]♤

[ ♫ music] No one can save me, no, no one can save me
No, no one can save me, no, no one can save me
No one can save me, no, no one can save me
No one can save me, no one can save me
No, no one can save me, no, no one can save me
No, no one can save me, no, no one can save me
No one can save me, no, no one can save me

The world was on fire
And no one could save me but you
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do
No, I don’t want to fall in love
This girl is only gonna break your heart No, I …

Newton Phillips: This man, the young NSA agent. He allowed you access to the classified networks?
Red: He did.
Newton: And I understand this was a one-time offer.
Red: Yes.
Newton: The right question, and we could’ve made the world tremble. Finally found our adversary. Why did you waste it on the girl?
Red: Not “wasted,” my friend. Circumstances are far more complex than we ever imagined. I’m betting on the long play The future.
Newton: Your future’s arriving now.

[ ♫ music] No, I don’t want to fall in love With you
This girl is only gonna break your heart
No, I don’t want to fall in love

Red: Funny all these wonderful manuscripts, and my favorite thing about this place is still the view from the sofa. I love how the light breaks through the trees.
Liz: I don’t even know why I’m here.

♪ I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you
No, no one can save me, no, no one can save me I never dreamed
The world was on fire, the world was on fire

[ View into Liz and Tom’s home from surveillance location:
“Liz: Tom?” ]
Surveillance Man: What’s going on?
Surveillance Man #2: You got to see this.
Liz: Sit down. We need to talk.
[ Tom slides out “go” box with money, passports and gun ]
Tom: That’s funny. I was just gonna say the same thing to you.

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♫ “Wicked Game”
By Chris Isaak

♪ The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you.

♪ No, I don’t want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don’t want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you, with you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

♪ What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

♪ And I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you.

♪ The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you,

♪ No, I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I… (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
(this girl is only gonna break your heart)

♪ Nobody loves no one.

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🔴 Episode 1:6 Gina Zanetakos

 
🔴 Episode 1:6 Gina Zanetakos

First aired: 10/28/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1HVxge7
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1NEpr1t

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Wendy West
Directed by: Adam Arkin

 

Episode 1:6 Gina Zanetakos

Blurb: Gina Zanetakos takes corporate espionage and sabotage to new levels, not stopping at mass murder to put her client’s competitors at a disadvantage.

 
[ ♫ Polica’s “Violent Games” plays ] [ Beeping ]
Tremble, tremble at the taste of Tremble,
tremble at the taste of Tremble,
tremble at the taste of innocence

[ Man is assembling a bomb in a garage in the Liepnitzee forest in Germany ]
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Man: [ German Accent ] Ready?
[ 💥 Explodes car 💥 ]
Woman: [ Accent, Slavic? ] Oh, yeah. She’s beautiful.
Man: She was.
[ Beep ]
Woman: Can you make it radioactive?
Man: [ Chuckling ] What do you think that was? Joke. Yes. Cesium–137, just like you want.
Woman: How long before it’s ready?
Man: 48 hours.
Woman: I need it in 36.

Tom: Are you telling me that you have known about this?
Liz: Yes! I found it!
Tom: When?
Liz: When I was cleaning up your blood.
Tom: Liz, that was weeks ago. What else are you not telling me?
Liz: What am I not telling you?!
Tom: What the hell is this, and why is it in our house? I mean, there’s a gun in here, Liz, and there’s there’s passports with my face on it and, uh, these names. Who the hell is Anton Pierre Louis?
Liz: Do you really expect me to believe that you’ve never seen any of this before?
Tom: And how much money is this anyways? I mean, this is a fortune.
Liz: Are you serious about all this? Is this you?
Tom: Are you interrogating me now?
Liz: This It’s a picture of you at the Angel Station Hotel in Boston.
Tom: Yeah. So what?
Liz: There was a murder there that matches this gun. An agent named Victor Fokin, a Russian agent who was in the process of defecting when he was killed before he could say anything.
Tom: Are you telling me, like, what – Like, you think that I murdered a KGB defector, like I’m Bond? I’m Tom Bond, and I just, uh between social studies and recess, I go around assassinating people. I had my job interview there, Liz, at the coffee shop.
Liz: That’s enough. Some of the dates on these passports…
Tom: You know, I can’t believe that you’re accusing me of this, because your job is the reason that a man came in here and cut me in half!
Liz: No. …March 12, 2011. Your bachelor party. In Las Vegas. I’ve never seen pictures.
Tom: You never will! I was gone for 36 hours!
Liz: You can get to Paris and back in 19.
Tom: [ Laughing ] I’m not gonna sit here and – Your job – Anything that is evil or bad – It comes from what you do, not what I do!
Liz: It’s not my picture on these passports.
Tom: Okay! If you think I am guilty, then why don’t you do something about it? Why don’t you call the FBI?
Liz: Fine.
Tom: Do it. Go ahead. Do it.
Liz: You think I’m kidding?
Tom: Do you think I’m kidding? Liz, it’s – it’s me. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that this is a huge misunderstanding. Make – Make the call.
Liz; They’ll separate us. They’ll dig through your life, my life, with a fine–tooth comb. They’ll – Our entire lives will be up for grabs.
Tom: I got nothing to hide. Let them.
[ Dialing ] Man: Identification, please.
Liz: Agent Keen, 1212–654 White Bear. I need clearance for an incoming client.
Tom: Client?
Liz: Thomas Vincent Keen. My husband.

[ Sirens wail in distance ]
[ In parking garage, Tom steps out of car. Liz removes black sack from his head ]
Tom: Was that necessary? I thought we were going to the FBI.
Liz: I don’t work at the FBI.

Tom: What do you mean, “black site”? I don’t understand. Where are we?
Liz: This is where I work, Tom.
Meera: Mr. Keen, I need you to come with me.
Liz: Wait.
Ressler: Make it quick.
Liz: [ Sighs ] You’re gonna be okay. Just tell them what happened. Tell the truth.
Tom: Okay.
Liz: Where are they taking him?
If I were you, I’d worry about myself.

Red: I’m looking at it right now. It’s beautiful. What? Oh, the blues? Well, the blues look –
Newton Phillips (aka “Grey”): Blue.
Red: – green and gray, the gaping maw of the ocean. It’s mesmerizing. I don’t know why the hell I’m doing this. This painting should be hanging in Boston.[ Laughing ] No, I know. [ Cellphone vibrating ] My man in the port of Dubai says payment was sent last week. The painting will be in hand well before the wedding. Yes. Hakim, remember me to your wives. All of them.
Red: What is it?
Newton Philips: It’s about Agent Keen and her husband.

[ Door closes ]
Cooper: When this all started, when Reddington turned himself in and asked for you, I was skeptical, suspicious. But I’ll be honest. You’ve done good work. And I’ve come to believe that you were just as surprised as the rest of us when he picked you. But now this. I need you to help me understand what’s going on here.
Liz: The gun, the money, and passports were in my house. A hatch in the floor.
Cooper: The gun was used in an unsolved homicide.
Liz: Yes.
Cooper: You pulled a ballistics report.
Liz: Tom is my husband. I brought him here, to you, for help, to find answers. I want to know who killed that FSB agent as much or more than you do. If we can solve that murder –
Cooper: You’re not gonna do anything. Until this matter is resolved, I’m putting you on leave.
Liz: What? No. Tom is here.
Cooper: Agent Keen. Go home.

[ Door opens ] [ Door closes ]
[ Meera gives Tom a glass of water ]
Tom: Oh, thank you very much.
Meera: Meera Malik.
Tom: Tom Keen. But, uh, you probably already know that. Look, I- I came here voluntarily, so
Meera: Where should we start?
Tom: I just want to know the truth.
Meera: Tell me about the murder.

[ Liz and Red are seated on opposite sides of a bench near the White House ]
Red: People think it matters who occupies that house. It doesn’t. Multinational corporations and criminals run the world. ♤
Liz: I thought we were here to talk about Tom.
Red: You’ve obviously heard of corporate espionage – companies trying to beat other companies to be the first hand on the dollar. But what if it were taken a few steps further? In 1982, seven people in Chicago were killed by an over–the–counter drug laced with potassium cyanide. The company’s market share went from 35 to 8. It was never determined how the drug was poisoned, but I will tell you someone was hired to do that. Remember those tire recalls, Chernobyl? Deliberate and malevolent actions taken by corporations to protect their vital interests. Nothing happens by chance. That’s why I’m here, Lizzie. Because there’s a woman Gina Zanetakos.
Liz: I don’t know who that is.
Red: Gina Zanetakos is a corporate terrorist And frankly, she’s the best of the bunch. Lizzie, if you want to find the truth about your husband, then you need to find Gina.
Why? Does she know Tom?
Red: Because she’s Tom’s lover.♤

Red: I fail to see how suspicions about her husband affect our arrangement.
Cooper: Agent Keen is on leave.
Red: Well, then, lives will be lost. What if I were to deliver to you a terrorist, not your run–of–the–mill ideologue answering to bearded men in caves, but someone entirely different less predictable and far more dangerous.
Cooper: I’d say delivering criminals to me is your job.
Red: My job is my business, Harold. Delivering criminals to you is a hobby, a diversion♤, one that may become tiresome, in which case we could always reminisce about that unfortunate incident in Kuwait.❗
Are you threatening me, Red?
Red: I am. Hardly the time to let morals stand in the way of your upward mobility, Agent Cooper.

Tom: I had a job interview. I am a teacher. Fourth grade. I got a call from the Rothwell School in Cambridge.
Meera: Who called you?
Tom: Uh, Walter– Walter Burris. He’s the headmaster. He said he saw my application and, uh, he was impressed and would I mind coming in for a meeting. Lizzie and I decided to make a weekend of it, so we got a room at the Tellamy Cove Inn. We got in Friday night. We had dinner at the restaurant next door, which you can verify, because I used my credit card. And then the next day, I met with Burris at the Angel Station Hotel.
Meera: Not the school.
Tom: No, he called me that morning, and he said he was already downtown on some other business, and would I mind meeting him at the hotel.
Meera: It’s bad luck, right?
Tom: Excuse me?
Meera: Your meeting gets changed to the exact location a man is assassinated. What would you call it?
Tom: Yesterday, I would have called it a coincidence. Look, I don’t belong here. Just call Walter Burris, okay? He’ll verify everything I’m telling you.

Cooper: Where are we on the contents of the box?
Ressler: Still working on those passports and tracing the money, but ballistics did confirm that it was the gun used kill Victor Fokin. The good news – We actually did find a partial on one of the casings in the magazine. But it’s not Tom Keen’s, and there were no hits on it through AFIS.
Cooper: Give me updates as soon as you have them. Meanwhile, there’s been a development. Reddington’s brought us a case.
Ressler: It’s about time he realizes that he has to talk directly to us.
Cooper: He won’t.
Malik: Sir, I think it’s entirely inappropriate that Keen is on the case when her husband’s being investigated for murder.
Cooper: There’s been a change of plans.

Liz: According to Reddington, her real name is Gina Zanetakos. Nearly a year ago, she reached out to him as Shubie Hartwell. She wanted Red to broker a deal to assassinate a supreme court judge who was the swing vote in a case that could have cost her corporate clients billions.
Aram: Custom documents indicate Shubie Hartwell entered the country yesterday. We’ve got a credit card in her name that was last used under an hour ago. Purchased two cocktails at the bar in the Key Hotel.
Cooper: Call the hotel manager. Have him start pulling security tape. See who she was having drinks with. Agent Keen?
Liz: Uh, I feel like I’ve seen her before.

[ ♫ Polica’s “Very Cruel” plays ]
That’s the song that I knew when I was young

[ A Middle-Eastern or South Asian-looking man and a woman (Gina Zanatakos) are kissing passionately outside a hotel room. Lock beeps and they go inside ]

♪ About the tall trees in Georgia

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪ If you love all men

Gina: Show me.
Man: Come on. I already told you I have it. I have to pick up my son from piano in an hour.
Gina: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
[ Laughs ]

♪ You’ve been taught, but you’ve never learned

[ The man hands Gina a folded piece of paper ]
Man: Got confirmation yesterday. On its way. It’s official.

♪ Cut it off if it gets too fierce

Gina: It’s official.
[ Breathing heavily ]

♪ What it’d be like in the willows with you
We’d be free like we used to
What does that even mean?
It means we’d want nothing
But to be a good choice to choose

[ Moaning ]

♪ You’re a good choice to choose

[ Gina injects the man in the neck ]
Man: Ouch! [ Groans ] What the– ?
Gina: Too much?
Man: Be careful. No, be careful. If Melinda sees any more marks on my neck, she’s gonna … [ Gasping ]
Gina: Gonna what?
[ The woman pushes the man slightly and he falls to the floor ]

Meera: Mr. Burris, thank you again for meeting with me. Tell me, is this the man you interviewed for a position here at Rothwell? Did the two of you meet in the coffee shop of the Angel Station Hotel?

[ Gina removes her wig and fluffs her real hair. She rolls the man onto his stomach on the floor and empties a bottle of pills around him. She puts on her coat and leaves the room. She heads toward the elevator but turns around and heads in the opposite direction when it dings. Ressler and Liz and a man from the hotel get out. Liz is making a call on her cell phone ]

Liz: Meera, it’s Liz. Give me a call as soon as you speak with the headmaster. I’d like to know how things are going.
[ Gina heads down the stairwell ]
Ressler. She’s not calling you back. This is the door? I’ll take the key. Step back, please. [ To Liz ] She shouldn’t even have told you what she told you.
Liz: And why is that?
Ressler: Because you could be an accessory for all we know. [ Lock beeps ] FBI.
[ They enter, see the man on the floor ]
Ressler: Check him.[ He quickly checks hotel room ] Clear. I’m headed down to security.
Liz: Call an ambulance.
[ Elevator bell dings. Gina gets on ]
Man: [ To teenage girls, giggling, following him in hallway ] Girls, come on.
Man: [ Stopping elevator door just before it closes ] Hold on, hold on! Come on. Everybody in.
[ Laughter ]
Christina: Wait up!
Man: Christina, come on. Move your can, please.
Ressler: [ On phone ] Mobilize D.C. Metro. Have teams lock down the Key Hotel and a two–block radius. No, no, no.
[ Ressler stops elevator door just before it closes ]
Ressler: I’m headed down to the security desk now to pull footage –
[ Laughter ]
Ressler: – It’s gonna be room 1232. And make sure that ambulance shows up now.

[ Liz is going through unconscious man’s wallet ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]
Man: [ To teens ] Let’s go. Let’s go.
[ Laughter ] [ Elevator bell dings ] [ Man and teens exit ]
[ The moment elevator door closes, and Gina and Ressler are alone in elevator, Gina attacks Ressler from behind. Fight ensues ]

[ Liz goes through unconscious man’s coat pockets. She finds a cell phone ]

[ Breathing heavily ] [ Groans ] [ Fight continues in elevator. Gina chokes Ressler ] [ Elevator stops and Gina exits, leaving Ressler on floor, beaten but conscious. In the commotion, she left her cell phone on the elevator floor ]

[ Liz speed-dials the number for Shubie Hartwell (Gina’s alias) ]
[ Gina’s cellphone rings on the elevator floor. Ressler answers Gina’s phone ]
Liz: Gina?
Ressler: [ Groans ] Hardly.
Liz: Ressler? Why do you have her phone? Wh– Did you find her? Did you stop her?
Ressler: Not exactly. [ Breathing heavily ]

Aram: Okay, we’re working on a current address for Zanetakos. Her phone provided a treasure trove of messages. She was in frequent contact with a multinational company called the HanarGroup. But more worrisome is a message that came in today around three hours ago. A call that originated from Berlin.
Recorded call: “Ruddiger: Change of plans. Had to use Cobalt 60. Still good to go.”
Ressler: Best guess Cobalt 60? They’re talking about a dirty bomb here.
Liz: But what’s the target?

[ Red and Liz are walking by a building with white marble columns in DC ]
Liz: We believe Zanetakos is planning to detonate a dirty bomb somewhere in the central time zone of the United States.
Red: Why would she want to do that, Lizzie?
Liz: Somebody hired this woman. She killed a man today, Nadeem Idris. He was an attaché at the Turkish Embassy. Looks like they were having an affair. We suspect it was a means to an end.
Red: Have you found the connection to your husband?
Liz: We have looked through all of Zanetakos’ phone messages, all her records. There wasn’t a single message from Tom.
Red: Perhaps they exchanged letters.
Liz: There’s nothing between them. My husband is innocent.

Tom: Did you talk to Burris?
Meera: Please take a seat.
Tom: [ Chuckles ] Okay. He backed me up, though, right? Okay, who is this? [ Show him a photo of an older-looking man ]
Meera: You don’t know?
Tom: No.
Meera: That’s Walter Burris, the headmaster at the Rothwell School.
Tom: [ Voice raised ] W- w- what is this, some kind of trick? Did this guy say he met with me? Because I didn’t meet with him. And if he says that he met with me, then he’s lying. He is lying to you. Because I’ve never seen this guy before in my life, not once.
Liz [observing from observation room]: He’s being set up.
Tom: Look, uh, I met with a man who who claimed to be Walter Burris. For 45 minutes, he interviewed me. Look, is Lizzie back there?
Meera: I need you to stay seated.
Tom: Look, I didn’t do anything, okay? You have to believe me. All I did was walk out of a hotel, and someone took a picture, okay? Someone is doing this to me!
Liz: The picture. [ Whispers to herself then turns and leaves ]
Tom: Look, I–I don’t know what you think I did or who you think I –

[ Liz goes to evidence board and takes down the photo of Tom outside Angel Station. In this photo is also captured a woman with dark brown hair in a chin-length Sassoon-style cut. She compares her to a photo of “Shubie” (Gina’s alias) who has wavy/curly shoulder-length dark brown hair. Liz appears to see a similarity. BTW, the Gina who fought with Tom in the elevator had hair (that appeared to be her own) that was dark blonde or chestnut and bouncy-wavy) ]
[ in background, telephone rings ] [ Indistinct conversations ]

FBI! Clear! [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Radio chatter ] [ Ressler and Liz enter an apartment with an FBI squad. (Is this the address Aram was “working on”?) if so, they hit pay dirt as there is a trove of high-powered weapons found. Photos are found as well. Liz sits down to go through them, she notices a vent cover has been removed. In the vent is s “go” box similar to Tom’s – passports, money, etc. Also included are photos of the faces of a number of men including both the man just killed in the hotel room, the Turkish embassy attaché Nadeem Idris – and the murdered FSB agent Victor Fokin. ( Strangely, the box also has the strange insignia in the wooden cover – which is reminiscent of the scar on Liz’s wrist, though she fails to notice this ]

Liz: Ressler. Victor Fokin, the FSB agent. She was watching him. So she could kill him, not Tom. She’s an assassin.
Another agent helping with the search comes over and says: Guys, you might want to check this out. Found this by her bed. [ It is a photo of Tom ]
Ressler: Give us a minute … This is evidence. Listen, Keen, whatever you think this may mean, I admire what you’re doing, standing up for your husband, but I think we both know it’s time for you to protect yourself.

[ Liz approaches Red in a park, sit with him under a canopy ] [ Bell tolling ] I didn’t know where else to go. We found a picture of Tom in her house. He said he doesn’t know her, but clearly he does. So much is happening, and I just don’t know how to process it all. I mean, a part of me thinks that you’re manipulating this whole thing and you’re trying to ruin my life. But that’s just a part of – But if I’m wrong about Tom – If he isn’t who – I don’t think I can handle any of it without him. I feel like I’m drowning, like I don’t know what’s real or who I can trust.
Red: You can trust me.
Liz: I needed you to be wrong about him.
[ They hold hands ]

Cooper: Your husband may have been connected to our primary suspect. If I let you into the field and you discover some incriminating information on him, I have no reason to believe you won’t suppress it. But circumstances require your continued involvement.
We found something on Zanetakos’ hard drive – Money she wired to a dummy corp in Berlin.
Interpol says the funds are linked to a man named Maxwell Ruddiger, a bomb expert operating out of Europe.
Liz: And you need me because you need Red to find this guy.
Cooper: Ruddiger’s our best connection, not only to Zanetakos, but your husband. Find him.

Red: No. Hakim, that is not the problem. Listen to me. Shipping is my business. Once I receive payment, the merchandise ships. That’s the deal. According to my man in Houston, the payment’s not there. It’s been diverted to New Orleans, which is entirely unacceptable. Well, I don’t care if the wedding is Saturday. All I care about is my payment. Hakim, this conversation is over. Hello, Lizzie. What can I do for you? [ Laughs ] Maxwell Ruddiger. Tremendous bomb maker. Haphazard as hell, terrible drinker, but he gets the job done.
Liz: Zanetakos made a wire payment to him a few weeks ago.
Red: So he’s the link. Ruddiger can get you to Zanetakos, and she’ll get you to Tom.
Liz: Can you help me find him?

Red: I hear you’re using Cobalt 60 in the device, and you know as well as I there’s only one reputable supplier on the market, and that’s our friend Yuri. Now, I like Yuri. I floated in the Dead Sea with Yuri, climbed Masada with his wife. But if your device goes off, they’ll be looking to him. And if they look to him they’ll look to me. [ Glasses clink ] Because Yuri talks faster than a cheerleader after a nooner under the grandstands. Probably not a metaphor you understand.
But you do understand my position. Ahh. So I need your help, Max.I need to know about this device you’ve made for Gina.
Ruddiger:[ Slurring ] Red, I’m sorry. I can’t. Just like I wouldn’t do the betray to you, I can’t do that to her.
Red: That’s unfortunate. I’m in the middle of negotiating something very interesting, something unique in Syria. I’ll be playing all sides. Ah, I thought there might be a place for you at the table. Another day.

Tom [talking at the one-way glass]: [ Sighs ] I know that you’re in there. I know you’re in there. I know you’re watching, and I didn’t do anything. Lizzie. Honey, please. I didn’t do anything.

Ruddiger: It’s a sedan. The car is the bomb. Contamination radius of over five miles.
Red: When will it detonate?
Ruddiger. Nineteen hours. Don’t know where.
Red: Then we’ll have to ask Gina. Call her. I just need to know where she is. This will never come back on you.

[ Horn honks ]
Ressler: I know you want to get your hands around her neck. But when you do, don’t kill her.
Liz: Kill her? I want to talk to her.
Ressler: [ To group of plain clothes ] All right, let’s go. Huddle up. All right, let’s make this quick and clean. Once you get a visual I.D. on Zanetakos, call it. We’ll move in. We’ll take her. No shots fired. Let’s not make the 6:00 news, all right?

[ Indistinct conversations ]
– She’s moving north.
– Copy that.
– All units converge on my go.
– I’ve got her.
– East Green, moving.
– She’s making a break for it.

[ Long chase scene. Ends in ladies room where Ressler appears to shoot Gina right as she’s about to get Liz with a razor ]

[ Gasping, choking ]
Ressler: Keen, talk to me.
No! Call medevac! We need someone in here now. [To Gina] Don’t die.

Liz to Ressler: What the hell did you do?
Ressler: Excuse me?
Cooper: Calm down.
Liz: Don’t tell me to calm down!
Cooper: Agent Keen –
Liz: That woman was the link! She was the only proof that my husband is innocent! And now she’s what? Dying? Lying unconscious in some hospital?
Ressler: She’s in surgery.
Liz: Have we forgotten that there’s a bomb out there?
Ressler: I haven’t forgotten anything. I’ve been here for seven years. You’ve been here for seven weeks.
Liz: We have less than four hours.
Ressler: You think we don’t know that?
Liz: What, is Zanetakos gonna come out of surgery by then? Because that was the only lead we have!
Cooper: I told you to calm down.
Liz: [ Sighs ] The bomb – What do you know?
Ressler: We know what you know. It’s built into a car, German–made. It’s dirty.
Liz: Well, do you know why Zanetakos killed Nadeem Idris in that hotel or how the Hanar Group is connected, – who their enemies are?
Liz: The investors.
Liz: What do you mean, the investors?
Cooper: The company stock is at an all–time low. They’re in trouble, dragged down by a 48% drop in the market share of their largest division.
Liz: What division?
Ressler: Shipping. They operate a port in New Orleans.

Liz: New Orleans – What do you know about it?
Red: [ Laughs ] Quite a lot. What do you have in mind?
Liz: You were on the phone. That guy – Someone was getting married. You were talking. Something about New Orleans and the ports.
Red: Yes.
Liz: You told the man on the phone your payment was diverted. Why?
Red: It happens every once in a while, but this was unprecedented. An associate of mine in New Orleans was advising illicit traffic in the Gulf to be rerouted to New Orleans.
Liz: The Hanar Group hired Zanetakos.
Red: They’re a majority owner of a port in New Orleans.
Liz: Where was your payment diverted from?
Red: Houston.
Liz: That’s the target. New Orleans and Houston are the two biggest ports in the Gulf. If Houston were to close because of radioactive contamination, all traffic would have to be diverted to New Orleans. Hanar’s profits would soar. They’d be the only game in the Gulf.
Red: That’s my girl. [ Tosses phone to Dembe ]

Liz: [ Dialing ] The port of Houston. You need to halt all cargo traffic headed there right now. That’s the destination. The Hanar Group hired Zanetakos to bomb the port.

[ At the Port of Houston ] [ Ship horn blows ] [ Horn blares ]
Liz: It could be anywhere.

Meera: Your girlfriend’s been shot.
Tom: What are you talking about? Liz?
Meera: Her – Gina Zanetakos.
Tom: Who?
Meera: The one who helped you kill Fokin.
Tom: I didn’t kill anyone.
Meera: What do you know about the bomb? [ Clicking ] What do you know about the ship?
Tom: What ship?! I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Meera: How about a manifest, a crate number? Help me, Tom! Why don’t you help me?
Tom: Because I didn’t do anything. I don’t know who this woman is. I don’t know anything about a bomb or a boat. I don’t know why there was a gun in my house or money or passports. All I know about is this. [ Shows scar ] You think I faked this? You think I invited a psychopath into my house to gut me? This is real.
Meera: In less than an hour, a bomb is gonna go off, and people are gonna die.

Man: We’ve been through five sections and found nothing. This port is 25 miles long. It will take us weeks to inspect it all.
Ressler: We’ve got less than an hour.
Liz: We’re missing something. The Hanar Group. They hire Zanetakos. She contracted Ruddiger to build a bomb. But something’s missing.
Ressler: Nadeem Idris.
Liz: What ships have been in or out of here in the last week from Turkey?
Man: None.
Ressler: Why would Zanetakos need a low–level Turkish diplomat to get a car bomb into the country?
Liz: Because it’s illegal to search diplomatic cargo. With his help, Zanetakos was able to get the car in without inspection.
Ressler: It’s on one of these ships.
Liz: Check the manifests for all incoming ships for any items signed by Nadeem Idris.
Man: [ To crew ]Security, check all the shipping logs.

[ Cover is pulled back on a gleaming black sedan ]
[ Rapid clicking on Geiger counter ]
Bomb Tech: It’s re–fabricated. I’ve never seen anything like it. The bomb’s not just inside the car. It is the car.
Ressler: Well, we’ve got minutes here.
Tech: What we’ve got is a big-ass problem.

Official: There’s over 2,000 people who work in this harbor. It will take hours to evacuate.
Liz: We’ve only got 10 minutes.
Tech: Can I explain something? This thing is radiological. When it detonates, it will go airborne, and everything within a five–mile radius will be contaminated. My suggestion is you take the last 10 minutes – and get the hell out of here.
Liz: What if we put it in the water? The radiation can be contained underwater.
Ressler: How do we get this off the ship?
Tech: We crane it off.

[ Car is lowered to main deck of the ship ]
Ressler: This isn’t gonna work.
Liz: It’ll work.
Ressler: It’s not gonna work. We got less than a minute. We’re running out of time. [ Ressler springs into action ]
Ressler: Move! Come on. Get out.
[ Engine turns over ] [ Tires screech, engine revs ] [Ressler speeds car off ship, leaping clear in time ] [ After a few seconds 💦💥🐬💥🐋💦❗ Explosion❗💦💥🐬💥🐋💦💥🌊💦 ➔ This time the fishies are sleeping with the fishies 💦💥🐬💦💥🌊🐋💦 ] [[ Sorry ]]

Ressler: Because there was no airborne exposure, the NRC is saying that contamination was contained, which is the only reason why the U.S. attorney is considering a plea agreement in exchange for your cooperation – Your full cooperation. Is that clear?
Gina: Yes.
Meera: Your prints are on a nine–millimeter used to assassinate Victor Fokin in Boston last June. Did you kill him?
Gina: Yes.
Meera: Why?
Gina: Someone didn’t want him to talk.
Ressler: Go on.
Gina: He was a Russian agent defecting to the U.S. Somebody didn’t want him spilling secrets.
Ressler: What secrets?
Gina: Fokin had information about the route Chechen guerrillas were using to move their supplies to their soldiers on the Russian border. The guy who hired me was making millions providing those supplies. His name is Raymond Reddington.♤
Liz: Do you know Tom Keen? We found this picture of him in your apartment.
Gina: Never seen him before.

Liz: [ Sighs ] Tom?
[Tom goes up to picture of Red’s assistant, Newton Phillips, on the evidence display ]
Tom: That’s him who I met with. That’s the guy who interviewed me for the job.

[ Liz barges in ]
Red: Please do come in.
Liz: You and I – We’re done.
Red: I heard about Tom.
Liz: Yeah. Zanetakos confessed.
Red: Or took the fall.
Liz: The passports? Forged. The money in the box? Traced to an offshore account of yours.♤
Red: I can only lead you to the truth. I can’t make you believe it.
Liz: The truth is that you’re a sick, twisted man. This, your obsession with me – You put Tom’s picture in Zanetakos’ apartment.
Red: No.
Liz: You hired her to kill Victor Fokin. You set my husband up by having your errand boy lure him to Boston.
Red: Is that what Tom said?
Liz: I don’t understand why you would do this, any of it! Go to hell.
[ Door closes ]

[ Door opens where video feeds from Liz & Tom’s house are being monitored. Tom is seen climbing the stairs ]
Man: Oh, the one night you’re on time. I was really looking forward to the make-up sex. Do you believe he’s innocent? It can’t be that simple, right?
[ “Apple Man” sets his apple on the desk by the monitors and sits down as the first man prepares to leave. He speaks with an indistinct accent ]
Apple Man: The only thing that’s clear to me is that he doesn’t work for Reddington.♤
First man: Well, then, who the hell does he work for?

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🔴 Episode 1:7 Frederick Barnes

 
🔴 Episode 1:7 Frederick Barnes

First aired: 11/4/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, JR Orci
Directed by: Michael Watkins

 

Episode 1:7 Frederick Barnes

Blurb: Frederick Barnes loves his son, who is stricken with a rare genetic condition. With research dollars non-existent, Barnes will use the public as his trial subjects. Plus: superbubble baby.

 
[ Recording: ] Connecting trains to the orange and blue line at Farragut Street.
Woman: Bergman’s, right? The store where you bought your hat.
Man: Oh, yeah. I didn’t I didn’t leave the tag on, did I?
Woman: No. I walk by there every day on my way home. I saw the hat in the display window, and I knew I had to get it for my dad. But in gray. Gray’s his thing.
Man: That’s very thoughtful.
[ Recording: ] Next stop, Woodley Park.
Man: When’s the last time you saw him?
Woman: Sunday. We both go to St Patrick’s Episcopal.
Man: Good. That’s good.
[ Recording: ] Woodley Park.
Man: [ Deep sigh ] It was nice to meet you.
Woman: You, too.
[ Recording: ] Please allow passengers to exit before boarding the train.
Woman: Sir, you forgot your briefcase! Sir, you forgot your briefcase!
[ Outside of train, Man presses button of activation device. Fumes begin to pour from briefcase ]
Woman: What the hell? [ Coughing ] I can’t breathe.
– Are– Are you okay?
– Call 9–1–1.
– Miss, are you okay?
Woman: Please help me! Please, I need help! Please!
[ Others begin coughing. Widespread panic, then silence ]

Tom: What is this?
Liz: [ Holding up pain samples ] Café au lait unless you like the dark nut better. But don’t decide yet.
Tom: I’m sorry. Let’s start over. Why is our dining room no longer dine-able?
Liz: We’re remodeling.
Tom: Clearly, and we’re doing it at 7:00 a.m.
Liz: Well, the guy at the hardware store said to hang the samples in the morning so that you can see what they look like throughout the day. What do you think?
Tom: I like this one.
Liz: Grandma’s Pumpkins?
Tom: Grandma’s what?
Liz: I know it’s ridiculous. [ Hugs him, giggling; climbs on his back ] Oh, I’m just so sick of this room.
Tom: Why? I like this room.
Liz: It’s not the room. It’s just that someone invaded our lives, our house. They put that stupid box in the floor.
Tom: It doesn’t matter anymore.
Liz: They made me believe you were a monster. [ She hops off his back ] I doubted you. I doubted us.
Tom: Yeah, we’re past it. We’re gonna be fine. And I don’t think that we need to destroy the dining room. I think that we just need –
Liz: – to move?
Tom: I was gonna say we need time, but, uh, it’s good to know where your head’s at.

Liz: [Phone call] Keen.
Ressler: Turn on the TV.
Liz: Babe, can you turn the TV on?
Liz: Which channel?
Ressler: Any channel.

[ Television: ] This is the scene at D.C.’s Red Line Station. Details are still sketchy, but rescue teams and emergency personnel are arriving on the –

Police officer: Lady! You can’t park here!
Ressler: Hey, officer! She’s with me.
Liz: What do we got?
Ressler: Appears to be a biological attack on the red line.
Liz: How many dead?
Ressler: Thirty-seven. No survivors on the train car.

[ Aram comes running with laptop ]
Aram: Agent Ressler! Agent Ressler, we got something you should probably see. The transit authority gave us access to their closed–circuit feeds.
Ressler: What am I looking at here?
Aram: A man carrying a briefcase. He boards the train at Dupont Circle. Four minutes elapse. The same man exits the train at the next station, Woodley Park.
Liz: He’s not carrying the briefcase. He left it on the train.
Aram: And moments later, at precisely 6:42 a.m – I think we found our delivery device.
Ressler: I’ll radio the evidence team.

Meera: I reached out to my contacts at the Agency.
Liz: Central Intelligence or National Security?
Meera: Both.
Liz: What you find out?
Meera: Nothing. But that in itself has some value. There was absolutely zero foreign chatter prior to the attack on the red line.
Liz: So, you think this was homegrown?
Meera: If I had to put money on it, which I wouldn’t, yes.

Cooper: Where are we on that briefcase?
Meera: I reached out to CDC, but they denied our request to release it as evidence.
Cooper: Why?
Meeja: Because it tested positive for trace amounts of radioactive material. We’ll have to wait on decontamination protocols.
Tech: Excuse me. We’ve got a caller into the tip line. The person claims they can I.D. our suspect.
Liz: This is Special Agent Keen.
Red: Agent Keen, I have a tip. You’re a winter, not an autumn. Stop wearing olive.♤
Liz: You know, I don’t have time for this.
Red: You’re not the one who had to listen to that God–awful hold music for 7 minutes, which wouldn’t have been necessary if you’d take my calls. It’s a little snug. Don’t you think, Martin? [ Red is being measured for a suit ]
Liz: You know, as much as I love our little talks, you’re holding up a line for people that might have actual information.
Red: This isn’t a social call. I can identify the man you’re looking for, Lizzie.
Liz: Okay. Who is he?
Red: Phones are so impersonal. Why don’t we meet for show and tell in 30 minutes? Dembe will forward you a location. If you care to hear me out, wonderful. Otherwise, good luck with your case.

Red: The man you’re looking for is named Frederick Barnes, a former defense research scientist out of ARPAX Systems in Annapolis. You may not be familiar with his name, but you’re likely familiar with his work [in] biochemical agents such as cytochlorin, black phosphorus, paratoxin. Barnes headed the project team that developed all of them. But he was more than just a research scientist. He was gifted, a savant of government–sanctioned mass killing.
Liz: What do you mean, “was”?
Red: Five years ago, the man quit his job, sold his house, and entered the free market. Started selling his creations to the highest bidder autocrats, terrorists, me.
Liz: Betraying your country and auctioning off its secrets.
Red: Where have I heard that before? You want to compare him to me? Be my guest. I’m perfectly comfortable with what I am.♤ But, please, make no mistake – Frederick Barnes is a very special animal, one with the tools and know-how to kill thousands and thousands of people all at once. What he’s lacked until now has been the desire.
Liz: So, what’s changed?
Red: Well, that’s the question. Barnes has always operated with a certain level of detachment – always the designer, the seller, never the delivery agent of his own weapons. But if Barnes is now willing to use his work to kill indiscriminately, then he is, quite literally, the most dangerous man in the world.

Hey, Dr. Buckner? We’ve managed to I.D. [ “31” – not in script ] The other 6 presented with pseudoaneurysm of the internal maxillary artery, making them unrecognizable.
Ressler: Can you translate for the medically challenged?
Buckner: The arteries in their face exploded.
Liz: That was the cause of death?
Buckner: It was just a symptom of the larger condition, Kurz Disease, is what killed them.
Liz: Oh, I’ve never heard of it.
Buckner: No one has. It’s a vascular disorder, extremely rare. Causes the veins and arteries to harden until the body’s starved of oxygen. Odd thing is, it usually takes about a decade for this disease to run its full course. In this case, it took two minutes. Either of you eat lunch yet?
Liz: No.
Buckner: Good. Follow me.
Liz: Children?
Buckner: His name is Ryan Demsky, He was here on vacation with his dad from St Paul, Minnesota.
Ressler: You said this disease is rare. How rare?
Buckner: In the last 5 years, there have been a handful of Kurz infections worldwide. We’ve seen almost 600 new cases since July, which seems impossible, since the virus isn’t particularly contagious.
Ressler: Unless someone was intentionally spreading it.
Buckner: That’s the conclusion we came to, as well.
A few months back, Atlanta opened up an investigation tracking large infection clusters.
Liz: Our suspect has a background in biological and chemical warfare. Is it possible that he weaponized this disease and somehow modified it to make it more lethal?
Buckner: Technically? Sure. But he’d be operating on the frontier fringes of science. One thing’s clear, though, your man has access.
Ressler: Access to what?
Buckner: Strontium 90, a radioactive isotope. We found traces of it on the delivery device. He probably used it as an immunosuppressant.

Red: Strontium 90 isn’t something you can just pick up at your local piggly wiggly. It’s a waste by–product of nuclear reactors: toxic, highly regulated. There’s only a handful of people in the world who can procure it in sizable quantities.
Ressler: Let me guess you happen to know one of them.
Red: Actually, I happen to know three of them the first of whom was apprehended by Russian authorities last month, the second, vaporized by a drone in Quetta, courtesy of your colleagues in the five–sided foxhole.
Meera: And the third?
Red: Is likely Barnes’ supplier.
Cooper: Cut to it – I want a name.
Red: I’m afraid it wouldn’t do you any good. The FBI has no jurisdiction where he operates. In any case, I’ve already set a meeting with him for this afternoon.
Liz: And what makes you think he knows how to find Barnes?
Red: He knows how to get paid by him. That should be sufficient.
Ressler: And he’s just gonna willingly hand over this information?
Red: We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, Donald. Look, we’re wasting precious time. You want to catch a mass murderer before he strikes again, and for that to happen, I need to catch a plane. You should come, Lizzie. We could have a therapy session on the way, talk out our problems. Have you ever been to Cuba?
Liz: I’m sorry. All my tropical wear’s in the wash.
Red: You’d look positively radiant in a Guayabera dress. I know a little shop in Reston. We could stop before our flight.
Liz: There is no “our flight.”
Red: You have something more pressing than finding your suspect?
Liz: Actually, I was able to track down. Barnes’ old research partner, so I’m hoping she can fill in some of the missing pieces.
Red: So, I guess you’re on your own. I’m sorry you’re upset with me.
Liz: That would imply I care enough to be angry.
Red: I might do the same in your position. It’s easier to blame me for framing your husband than face the truth of what he is.
Liz: Tom teaches 4th grade. He’s overworked and underpaid and still wakes up every morning with a smile on his face. You know why? Because he knows nothing of the terrible world you and I live in. End of story.
Red: Oh, that’s not the end of the story. I’m confident you’ll come to see that. But in the meantime, we need to find a way to move past this. Because for me, there’s just no fun in it unless you’re there. And if there’s no fun to be had, I’m not interested.♤

[ ♫ ] I’m awake no, I’m not scared
shouldn’t I pull off my head
Fire and ice, all in between of this world

Dembe: We should probably get going…

♪ and all unseen

Dembe: …if you want to make Havana by noon.

♪ No one knows just why we’re here
embrace the doubt and face the fear

Red: [ Leans his head against Luli’s shoulder ] Quick, say something nice to me. It’s been a dreadful morning.
Luli: Would good news suffice? You wanted to know if it ever went on the market?

♪ I’m going oh–oh–oh–oh–oh–o–oh

Red: Is it really for sale – ?
Luli: I take that to mean you’d like me to move forward with the purchase?

♪ Oh–oh–oh–oh

Red: Hmm.

♪ I’m going oh–oh–oh–oh–oh–o–oh

Red: Perhaps this day can be salvaged after all.

♪ Oh–oh–oh ? oh–oh–oh–oh.

Liz: Mrs. Forrester? Special Agents Keen and Ressler. We’d like to talk to you about Frederick Barnes.
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Mrs Forrester: He was brilliant, ahead of his time. He he was a rising star at at work. I– I was never quite sure why he decided to leave.
Liz: Were you aware of any problems Barnes may have been having at work or in his personal life?
Mrs Forrester: What personal life? We worked 16–hour days.
Mr Forrester: Oh, that’s an understatement. He practically had Anne living in that lab.
Mrs Forrester: He – Frederick – was obsessive. Every research problem was like a puzzle that he had to solve.
Ressler: When did you last speak with him?
Mrs Forrester: Five years ago? Last I heard, he was taking a teaching job at Purdue. Is he in some kind of trouble?
Mr Forrester: Hey, buddy. This is our son, Ethan.
Ethan: Is it okay if I go over to Caleb’s?
Mr Forrester: Mm–hmm.
Mrs Forrester: Unh–unh. Do me a favor. Not right now. Go upstairs. I’ll be right up, okay, sweetie? Go. Thank you.
Liz: Do you have any contact info for Barnes? Even an old phone number could help.
Mrs Forrester: Yeah, I might have something in the kitchen.
[ Liz follows Mrs Forrester into the kitchen ]
Liz: I need to ask you a personal question about your son. Does he have Kurz disease?
Mrs Forrester: Yeah. How did you know that?
Liz: Because I just saw dozens of corpses infected with a weaponized variant of the disease. Barnes released it on the red line this morning. He killed 37 people, including a 9–year–old child. And I have a hard time believing the coincidence that your son is infected with the same disease your former research partner is now using to commit mass murder. So, if there’s something you’re holding back, now would be a good time to re–evaluate that decision.
Mrs Forrester: Frederick is Ethan’s father.
Liz: Does your husband know this?
Mrs Forrester: It just happened. I thought it was best for the family to keep the secret.
Liz: Does Frederick know he’s Ethan’s real father?
Mrs Forrester: Yeah. When Ethan was 5, he– he developed Kurz, and they they told us it was untreatable. Frederick wouldn’t accept that. He had contacts in the pharmaceutical industry. He reached out to them to secure research funding into the disease, but everyone turned him down.
Liz: Why?
Mrs Forrester: Kurz is too rare. Small disease means small profits.
[ Liz and Ressler leave ]
Liz: That’s why Barnes is killing. He wants to infect enough people with Kurz disease that it gets on the public’s radar.
Ressler: Why?
Liz: Because then it can’t be ignored anymore. The more people that die, the more attention the disease gets.
Ressler: And the more profitable it will be to invest research dollars. Putting aside how insane this sounds, if you’re right, Barnes is just getting started.

Red: Buenas tardes, Maria Rosa! Buenas tardes! Qué tal? Ahh, gracias. Mmm. Gracias. Manny, as always, you look like hell.
Manny: Says the devil himself.
Red: Come here.
Manny: So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, gringo?
Red: Just you, Manny. It’s all you. Let’s talk about Strontium 90.
Manny: Strontium 90? Of course that’s what you want. Because you can’t want drugs or Qassam rockets like anyone else.
Red: A Qassam rocket is a fertilizer–filled trash can. I wouldn’t fire that eyesore at my worst enemy.
Manny: How much do you need?
[ “Red: Twelve kilos.” – not in script ]
Manny: What exactly are you going to do with 12 kilograms of Strontium 90?
Dembe: [ Answers phone ] Bueno. I’ve secured the funds on the purchase.
Woman: [ On phone ] I’m ready to proceed on Red’s word.
Dembe: Good. I’ll let him know once he’s done with Soto.

Manny: Excellent. $6 million. I need three weeks.
Red: I need it now.
Manny: Not possible. Fresh out, I’m afraid.
Red: Then perhaps I could get in touch with your previous buyer and make them an offer instead.
Manny: Are you threatening to cut me out of my own business? Because we’re not that good of friends.
Red: What, are they gonna pull their guns and hold them all sideways at me? Manny, I’m sure we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.
[ Red sticks recording device under table edge ]
Manny: I’m listening.
Red: Reach out to your buyer, convince them to sell back some of their purchase to you at a premium.
Manny: What kind of premium?
Red: My client will put up $10 million for immediate delivery, with a hefty transaction fee for yourself, of course.
Manny: Mm.

Dembe: Did he take the bait?
Red: Like a trout to a butterworm.♤ He should be calling Barnes any minute.
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Dembe: Call’s going through now.
Red: Good, run the trace.
Liz: What do you need?
Red: A bottle of beer and a pork sandwich. How about you? What do you need? How about Barnes’ location?

[ Barnes enters courthouse with briefcase. He enters a courtroom ]
Barnes: Sir? Are you with Group 33?
Official: Yes.
Barnes: I was actually hoping to reschedule my jury service.
Official: I’ll need your summons.
Barnes: Yes. You know what? I think I left it in my car. I’ll be right back.
[ Barnes leaves briefcase under table ]

Cooper: Cooper.
Liz: Red got us a 20 on Barnes.
Cooper: Where is he?
Liz: The courthouse in Arlington. We’re on our way in now.
Ressler: Federal agents! Federal agent!
Liz: FBI!
Ressler: Move! Move! Move! Take the north stairwell. I’ve got the second floor. [ Hits Emergency alarm ]
Official: All right, everyone. Single file. Your tax dollars at work.
[ As people are filing out, Barnes activates weapon, walks away. Briefcase begins to emit fumes. The door also locks ]
– Help! Somebody help us! [ People begin to gasp and choke ] [ Two firemen arrive ]
Ressler: Federal agent, FBI. I’m gonna need your tanks and your mask. I need you to evacuate everyone in this hallway and get everybody out of here now, including yourself. Go!
[ Liz is climbing upstairs, sees Barnes ]
Liz: Stop! FBI!

[ Ressler is able to force door to courtroom open. He enters wearing gas mask. Many people are sprawled on the floor. Others are moving ]
– Help me, please!
– Somebody, help!
Ressler: [ Goes to panicky woman ] It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. Stop! Stop! Stop! We’re gonna get help.

[ Barnes grabs an elderly guard, gets his gun; continues to hold him ]
Barnes: I’ve got you Come on.
Liz: Out! Out of the way! Move! Freeze! I’m only gonna say this once: drop the gun.
Barnes: You first. I’m gonna count to 3. If that gun is not on the ground, I will shoot this man.
Liz: And you will be dead one second after. You don’t have to do this! All right! All right!
Barnes: Drop the gun and kick it away. Drop the gun! Now!
Liz: Let him go.
[ Barnes shoots out windows above crowd causing panic; Barnes runs with crowd and is gone ]

Wright: Cindy Wright. You must be Lew. Is that short for Louise?
Luli: No. Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.
Wright: Oh, not a problem. As I’m sure my assistant told you on the phone, the house is in escrow. We’re only accepting backup offers.
Luli: I understand.
Wright: Why don’t we head inside? I’ll give you a tour of the property.
Luli: Oh, that won’t be necessary. My client’s prepared to make an offer. Double the asking price In cash. I’m sure you can find a fair commission for yourself assuming your escrow falls through, that is.

Ressler: I just got off the phone with Dr. Buckner. She’s coordinating triage teams at D.C. General.
Liz: How bad?
Ressler: It looks like the attack was contained to the jury room.
Liz: And your survivor?
Ressler: Too soon to tell. But given her level of exposure, Dr. Buckner’s not optimistic.
Liz: What have you got?
Meera: Casualty lists.
I keep asking myself, “How is Barnes choosing his targets?” And that got me thinking a courthouse and public transportation. What do these two things have in common?
Red’s: They’re both managed by the state.
Meera: Right, but more importantly, they both contain random groupings of people various ages, genders, ethnicities.
Liz: I’m not sure I follow.
Meera: Well, it seems like Barnes is targeting large cross sections of the population. You don’t get a more random sample than a jury pool.
Ressler: So Barnes wants to kill different types of people?
Meera: I don’t know. Is it possible these aren’t just attacks? Could Barnes be conducting some kind of demonstration or experiment?
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Cooper: Agent Keen? A word.
⋘⋙
Cooper: You’re on duty, correct? Are you carrying your badge?
Liz: Of course. Why?
Cooper: Because it’s protocol. Then would you care to explain why you would surrender your firearm to a suspect in the middle of a hostage situation?
Liz: It was a judgment call. Barnes was going to kill that officer.
Cooper: I realize you’re new at this, Agent Keen, but some rules don’t have exceptions. And giving up your weapon, that happens to be top of the list.
Liz: I am fully aware of our field regulations.
Cooper: And since you willfully ignored them, your actions will be subject to a formal review.
Liz: What does that mean?
Cooper: It means an administrative panel will decide whether or not you’ll be sanctioned. And we’ll see where we go from there.

Liz: You mind telling me what the hell that was?
Ressler: If you’re asking whether I reported you, the answer is yes.
Liz: Why would you do that?
Look, Keen. I like you. I respect you. But that moment back there with Barnes showed me that you’re [“un”]qualified [“to be in the field”] [⇇ in brackets: missing from script ]
Liz: You would’ve taken the shot? Is that it? It’s easy to make the tough call after the fact, isn’t it?
Ressler: It’s what any trained field agent would’ve done, which is precisely the point.
Liz: And that hostage would be dead.
Ressler: Then I guess that’s just what happens.
Liz: That’s a man’s life you’re talking about.
Ressler: Yes. One man’s, which you traded for hundreds, possibly thousands, by letting Barnes get away. And if you can’t understand why that’s a bad call, you don’t belong in a tactical unit.

[ One woman, Elisa Rubin, survived the biological attack ]
Buckner: You’re a very lucky girl.
Elisa: Please tell me that’s the last one.
Buckner: The last one, I promise.
Elisa: What are the tests gonna tell us?
Buckner: Whether you have any infection in your body.
Elisa: What happened to those people at the courthouse, is that gonna happen to me?
Not if I can help it, sweetheart. You just hang tight, okay?
[ Buckner leaves ]

[ Barnes enters ]
Elisa: If you’re here for more blood, I’m pretty tapped.
Barnes: Nothing that exciting, I’m afraid. I’m just here to change out your I.V. bag. How are you feeling?
Elisa: Uh A little, um Light–headed. [ She becomes unconscious ] [ Barnes opens a survival kit ]

Red: Either you accidentally dialed the wrong number. Or you’re calling because you’ve hit a dead end. So, which is it?
Liz: Barnes got away, and the trail’s dried up.
Red: You g-men are top shelf. Let me guess. Ressler slipped on a banana peel?
Liz: Do you know how to find him?
Red: I’m not a gumball machine, Lizzie. You don’t get to just twist the handle whenever you want a treat.♤ We can’t keep doing this little waltz.
Liz: Don’t hang up.
Red: I’m listening.
Liz: The reason Barnes is still out there is because I let him slip away. And it’s only a matter of time before he kills again. So, please, I need your help.
Red: Ah, music to my ears. What was that last part again?♤
Liz: I need your help.
Red: All you had to do was ask. I saw in the coverage there was a survivor from the Arlington attack. You should assume Barnes knows that, as well.
Liz: Which means what?
Red: Has he been to see her yet?
Liz: Uh, no.
Red: Are you sure?
Liz: Why would he?
Red: Barnes may be a scientist, but he’s also a killer. And in that line of work, a survivor is considered unfinished business.

[ Liz and Red enter room. The patient seems fine ]
Liz: Maybe we beat him to it.
Meera: Or maybe Red was wrong.
Buckner: What’s going on?
Liz: We have reason to believe Ms. Rubin is in danger.
Buckner: From what?! Ms. Rubin? Elisa?
Liz: Who’s had access to this room?
Guard: Just Dr. Buckner and the nurse.
Meera: Lock down the hospital. No one gets in or out. I want every single employee identified.
Liz: Is she okay?
Buckner: Help me with her.
Liz: What is that?
Buckner: Looks like a bone marrow biopsy wound. I didn’t authorize this procedure.

Liz: You were right about Barnes. They weren’t just attacks. They were experiments. He was searching for someone with a natural immunity for Kurz disease.
Meera: You mean like Elisa Rubin?
Liz: That’s why she survived the attack. Her test results just came back. She has zero sign of infection.
Meera: So, he’s going to use this genetic immunity to synthesize an antidote, then, if Barnes believes he has the cure –
Liz: He’s going for the boy.

Liz: [ Trying to reach Mrs Forrester ] Come on. Come on.
Mrs Forrester: Hello?
Liz: Mrs. Forrester, this is Special Agent Keen. I need you to listen to me very carefully. Is your son, Ethan, with you?
Mrs Forrester: Uh, yeah. Why? Is something wrong?
Liz: Take your son and get out of your house immediately. We have reason to believe that Frederick Barnes is on his way. I need you to get Ethan to a safe place.
[ Mrs Forrester drops phone ]
Liz: [ On Phone ] Anne! Anne, are you there?
Mrs Forrester: What are you doing here?
Barnes: We need to talk.
Liz: [ On phone ] Mrs. Forrester?
Mrs Forrester: The police are already on their way.
Barnes: Well, then, I don’t have a lot of time. Please, I need to see Ethan.
Mrs Forrester: It’s true, isn’t it? What happened to all those people on the subway It was you.
Barnes: I did what I had to do for our son. And you’ll understand soon enough.
Mrs Forrester: No. Get out of our house.
Barnes: Anne.
Mrs Forrester: Stay away from him!
Barnes: Anne!
Mrs Forrester: No! [ He throws her to floor ]
Barnes: Ethan. Don’t be scared. I’m a friend, and I know you haven’t been well. And I’m here to help you. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that? Can you trust me? [ Ethan turns and runs ] Ethan? No, Ethan! Ethan! Stop! Stop! Stop! Ethan, it’s okay! Ethan! No! No! No! Ethan! I’m not gonna hurt you. Just relax and breathe. [ Barnes grabs Ethan, puts him out with anesthetic in a cloth ]
Meera: It’s okay. Anne, we’re here.
[ Liz runs upstairs ]
Liz: Step away from him!
Barnes: I can’t do that. I think you’re probably well aware of that by now.
Liz: I know what you think you have in that needle.
Barnes: Yes, my son’s future.
Liz: Your cure is experimental. It could just as easily kill him.
Barnes: If I do nothing, he dies anyway.
Liz: You don’t know that.
Barnes: Yes, I do. There’s no other treatment.
Liz: There’s no universe in which I let you stick that thing in his neck.
Barnes: This is his chance. This is the only chance that he’ll ever have. And I don’t think you’re gonna stop me.
[ Liz shoots him twice ]
Liz: Ethan? Ethan?

[ Red is sitting outside on a park bench ]
Liz: What are you doing here?
Red: I brought you a souvenir. What’s your feeling about guava?
Liz: Anxiety.
Red: Oh, you’re in for a treat. I take it from the coroner’s van that Barnes is no longer with us. Pity.
Liz: Tell that to the families of the people he murdered.
Red: Every cause has more than one effect. Say what you will about Frederick, but someone who’s willing to burn the world down to protect the one person they care about – That’s a man I understand.♤
Liz: Is that meant to be directed at me?
Red: Aren’t you presumptuous?♤
Liz: Is that how you somehow justify your actions, by some misguided notion of protecting me? Red: From whom?
Liz: My husband, I suppose. I don’t need your protection.
Red: Maybe not.
Liz: But I do need you to do this job. I’ve accepted that. And believe it or not, I appreciate what you do for the bureau. And at work, you and I are partners. But that’s where this relationship needs to end at work. I don’t want you in my personal life. I don’t know how to make that clear.
Red: You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand? With a breath of air, they disappear.♤ You may not like me. You may not understand how or why I do what I do. But I’m here because you want answers to questions you haven’t even thought of yet.♤ Now, if that doesn’t matter to you, the solution is simple I get in this car and I disappear.
Liz: You have a deal with the government. You have a tracking device in your neck. You don’t believe Raymond Reddington could cease to exist in 60 seconds?
Red: I offer that particular package to clients.
Liz: You’re offering to walk away?
Red: I’m not going to beg you to allow me the privilege of helping you. So, say the word, and I’m gone. Tell me to go, Lizzie…. Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.

Ressler: Hard to believe, but I’m just about finished up here.
Liz: Yeah, I’m done.
Ressler: That was a difficult call you made with Barnes. Would’ve been tough for anyone in that position.
Liz: I keep going over that moment in my head, wondering what would’ve happened if I’d just let him go through with it. Given what we know, that drug was probably the real thing.
Ressler: What made you do it?
Liz: Because you were right. Barnes needed to be stopped. And if the cure’s genuine, it’ll be vetted through the proper channels.
Ressler: If it’s too late for Ethan by then?
Liz: Then I guess that’s just what happens.

[ Liz arrives home. To is eating Chinese in the middle of the living room ]
Liz: What is this?
Tom: We’re remodeling.
Liz: Clearly.
Tom: Long day?
Liz: You have no idea.
Tom: It’s killing you, isn’t it?
Liz: Did you really get rid of all our stuff?
Tom: Do you seriously not remember?
Liz: What?
Tom: Wow, okay. It was Friday night. We’d just driven in from Rochester and picked up the keys to this place, but our furniture wasn’t coming until Sunday. So, we drove to the store, and we got Ike.
Liz: Oh, yeah, the lamp.
Tom: Remember, that “a” was scratched off the finish? Poor guy was in the clearance bin.
And on the way back, we stopped at that little Chinese place and got takeout. That was our first night in this place.
Liz: Yeah. That’s all we had.
Tom: It’s all we ever needed. Just you, me, and Ike.

Red: Strange. I remember it being bigger.
Luli: I don’t understand. Of all the places Marigot, Doha, Florence, Seychelles why this place?
Red: I raised my family in this house.♤
Luli: It’s lovely.
[ He rips a piece of paneling from the wall to find where a child’s height had been penciled. The marks stop at about 3 1/2 years old ]
Red: No, it’s not, but it used to be. [ looking out the window, a vision of dark–haired girl 4–6 twirling around in the yard making super–bubbles ]
Dembe: Time to go.
Red: [To Dembe:] Did you prepare everything the way I asked?
Luli: This place must hold a lot of memories for you.
Red: I spend every day trying to forget what happened here.♤ This should help. [ They get in car and begin to drive away. The 💥 house explodes 💥 ]

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🔴 Episode 1:8 General Ludd

 
🔴 Episode 1:8 General Ludd

First aired: 11/11/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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Slideshow link: https://youtu.be/iLDB8Y3ikhA
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IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1ECc38L

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Amanda Kate Shuman
Directed by: Stephen Surjik

 

Episode 1:8 General Ludd

Blurb: General Ludd leads a movement of anti-Wall Street protestors. His ultimate goal is to destroy capitalism – or is it? Sam and Red reminisce. Red accesses ViCAP.

 
[ Note: Nathaniel Wolff (“General Ludd”) goes by several other aliases in this episode including Roger Gard, Arthur Denning and Bradley Holland. In the attribution, I typically used the most recent sometimes with “/Ludd” appended. Good luck! ]

[ A father and his son, about 8 to 10, are tossing a football to each other in a park. A deep rumbling sound is heard ]
Father: You hear that?
Son: What was it?
Father: I don’t know. We should head back. We can play more later. Come on. It’s almost 7:30. Mom’s gonna be upset if we–
Son: One more kickoff! I’ll return! Dad?
[ Bodies and parts of an airplane are dropping from the sky ]

[ Rioters. A man in a mask speaks: ] The storm has come. A wave of death and destruction aimed at the few who’ve left so little for so many. It will wash away the greedy, and when it does, you can thank General Ludd.

[ Tom is showering ]
Liz: Hey, what are you still doing here?
Tom: Hey. Uh, late start. Teacher in-service. I’m supposed to bring doughnuts – as if Mrs. Wempon’s ass could use another bear claw.
[ Liz gets in shower with Tom ]
What’s, uh, going on here? Hello.
Good morning.
I’m working on it.
[ The scene is shown on the video surveillance screen ]

[ ♫ ] But the chillin’ turn out fine I got the pieces if you got the time

[ Television: ] A cargo plane bound for Los Angeles … sources say it exploded just 90 seconds after takeoff here in Washington.

Hey, you see this?
Huh?
Plane crash.

[ Television: ] The debris and the eyewitness accounts say it looks like a bomb. Investigators on the ground as to the nature of the explosion.

[ Cell phone beeps ]
Liz: It’s my dad…

[ Television: ] Eyewitness reports are claiming that this could be the result of a terr–

⋘⋙
Sam: Hey.
Liz: …Is everything okay?
Sam: What, I can’t call my daughter unless there’s something wrong?
Liz: How you feeling?
Sam: Oh, you know me. Picture of health.
Liz: Something’s wrong.
Sam: Yeah, this 12–year–old who claims to be an oncologist wants to run another series of tests.
Liz: You’re in the hospital? I’m coming.
Sam: No, you’re not. I’m fine. Listen, butterball, i- it’s under control. I got teams of medical people here. Their teams have teams. I’m fine.
Liz: When are these tests happening?
Sam: Today. Soon as the doc finishes her Martini.
Liz: No jokes. If this is serious, I want to be there.
Sam: It’s not.
Liz: Don’t say that just ’cause you don’t want to bother me. You’re my dad. You’re allowed to bother me.
Sam: It’s just a test, Lizzie.
Liz: Okay. Leave your phone on and call me as soon as it’s done, okay?
Sam: All right.
Liz: Dad, I love you.
Sam: I love you, too.
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Nurse: Pretending doesn’t make it any better. She deserves to know the truth.
Sam: Shut up and hand me that snickers bar, would you?

Cooper: Absolutely not. I’m not giving you access to the FBI’s ViCAP system.
Red: Then you’ll just have to find another criminal to talk to Elizabeth Keen and make fun of Agent Ressler.♤
Cooper: We have an agreement.
Red: Yes, the agreement is for me to bring cases to you. It doesn’t work the other way around. I’m not your consultant. I have no interest in cases that I have no interest in. Personally, I think my proposal was incredibly fair. You have got to give to get, Harold.
Cooper: You’re asking me to go beyond the terms of our agreement.
Red: If you want me to help you with this case, I will, but I need something extra to sweeten the deal. Rest assured, granting me access to ViCAP will benefit you just as much as it does me.
Cooper: Does this mean you know who took down that cargo plane?
Red: You’re speaking as if an individual is responsible for this. It’s far bigger than you might think. It’s a movement. Do we have a deal?

Liz: Reddington believes General Ludd is behind the attack. They take their name from the leader of a 19th-century group called the luddites, a militant wing of a popular struggle against early industrial capitalism.
Meera: Davos, Switzerland. Ludd took credit for a car bomb that hit the economic international summit. Nine people killed, including two European finance ministers. The source code protecting trade data for international stockholders. They caused a computer glitch that cost the market a few hundred million.
Ressler: That I can appreciate – trim the fat off the fat cats.
Liz: This group is incredibly well-educated. They’re as disciplined as any terrorist cell. Identifying the members has been impossible.
Cooper: Does Reddington tell you he can I.D. one of these guys?
Liz: Better. Says he can identify the group’s founder, Nathaniel Wolff. Says he’s the man ultimately responsible for taking down that plane. This is the only known image of him that we have.
Cooper: Get out there. Find him. I’ll let the locals know you’re coming. Nobody sleeps until we have him.

[ Site where plane came down ]
Man: It was definitely a bomb, not mechanical.
At the moment, we have two suspects. The bomb was homemade, straight from the Oklahoma City playbook. It was driven onto the tarmac by a cargo operator and placed onto the plane inside a shipping crate. We got bomb residue inside to confirm that. The driver’s name was Roger Gard. Haven’t found him yet.
Ressler: What about your second suspect?
Man: My guys just got word last night a fertilizer plant was robbed. One of the part-time employees stole chemicals from a company warehouse.
Ressler: Do you have a name?
Man: Plant manager thinks it was taken by an employee named Arthur Denning.

[ A woman and man are shown nervously rigging a bomb in a laptop ]

Ressler: Here it is. I got it. Arthur Denning started at the Greenbow Fertilizer Plant three months ago. U.S. attorney subpoenaed everything they have – personal records, performance reviews, and this security footage. He accessed a remote warehouse at 2:16 A.M. There he is. That’s our guy.
Liz: That’s Arthur Denning? I just got a company I.D. on Roger Gard. Aram, can you pull up that picture?
Aram: Okay.
Ressler: What the hell is going on?
Meera: Arthur Denning and Roger Gard are the same person. Can you pull up the photo of Wolff?
Ressler: Whoever that guy is, he is not Nathaniel Wolff.
Lizz: Then who is he?

[ A man looking like than man identified as Arthur Denning and Roger Gard is shown at the location where the laptop bomb was being built. He starts up a laptop which asks the question “General Ludd, Do you want to proceed?” He smirks ]
Denning/Gard: Who has my itinerary?
Woman: Flight 1143.
Denning/Gard: I want you all to know what an honor this has been.

Liz: [ Leaving a message for her father ] Hey. I know you don’t want to call me because you don’t want to freak me out, but F.Y.I., not calling me freaks me out, so call me. Uh, I– I just want to know about the tests. I love you.
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Ressler: We compared the employee files of Gard and Denning. They have one thing in common.
Liz: I’m sorry. What?
Ressler: We got his home address. Let’s roll.

Liz: We went to the apartment, looking for the real identity of the man posing as Denning and Gard. The one thing we knew going in was that the man we were looking for was not Nathaniel Wolff. We were wrong. Reddington was right.
Ressler: What proof do you have? Well, the items we found at the apartment are basically a love letter from Wolff to his father.
Meera: Wolff’s father was a mechanic who worked his entire life at PTB Aviation. When Wolff was 6, a corporate raider bought the airline and sold it off piece by piece. Wolff’s father was a union man, fought to keep the airline intact. He lost, started drinking, his wife left, took the kids. Six months later, Wolff’s father committed suicide.
Cooper: Okay. But, again, that isn’t proof.
Ressler: No, but we’ve got Nathaniel Wolff’s fingerprints all over the place. Two different people, both with the exact same print? You can’t change his fingerprints.
Liz: He changed his face.

Luli: Malaysia is the future, Mary. A whole new world is waiting there. They are a starting a production line.
Mary: I am not moving to Malaysia.
Luli: I understand, but with your skills in a market like Kuala Lumpur –
Red: I find it so reassuring the movie stars, the pop singers they really are just like the rest of us.
Mary: Mr. Reddington, I told you, I’m not interested in anything outside Fairfax County. Caleb’s in school. He’s 9. I’m treasurer of the PTA, for God’s sakes. I can’t just leave.
Red: Mary, darling, you would thrive in Malaysia, and Caleb would love it. Those thieving little monkeys near Batu Caves are absolute rascals. Molly! [ To Liz: ] What are you doing here? You’re a little early. We’re not ready yet. One of our most trusted couriers. Please excuse us.
Liz: You have a suburban housewife printing fake money out of her garage.
Red: Mary is an artist. She has a tremendous gift.♤
Liz: I’ve been calling your people all morning. Luli didn’t pick up.
Red: Luli didn’t pick up because we are busy.
Liz: Well, then you should have dug that chip out of your damn neck.
Red: Well, you’re here now, so what’s on your mind?
[ Red sits down on a swing ]
Liz: We searched the home address listed for both suspects and were able to pull some prints. They belong to Nathaniel Wolff.
Red: I never tire of being correct.
Liz: Someone changed his face.
Red: I understand your father is not well.
Liz: Excuse me?
Red: The cancer. It’s come back?
Liz: My father’s fine. He’s just … Who the hell told you that?
Red: You should be there with him.
Liz: I am not doing this – playing this game, guessing what you know or how you know it.
Red: Dr. Maltz.
Liz: What?
Red: Abraham Maltz. The best surgeon for this sort of business. Maltz. Before we do this, let me be clear I have business that requires further travel today, so this needs to happen quickly. You need to follow my lead. Dr. Maltz is not on the blacklist. He’s an asset I need to protect.
Liz: You want me to protect some plastic surgeon who might be linked to a terrorist organization? Red: Yes.

Red: Abraham.
Dr Maltz: Raymond. What brings you in?
Red: I don’t know how you do it. I had that done once. I couldn’t bear the tickling. How are you? We need to talk, in private.
Maltz: Yeah, sure. Give us a minute, please? Ray, look at you. You look great. I mean, the elasticity is amazing. You been juicing?
Red: Beets, mostly. Some celery, carrots, a lot of ginger. The kale makes me dyspeptic.
Maltz: And what’s a beautiful young woman like you doing with this vulture?
Liz: Trust me, it’s not by choice.
Red: So, Nathaniel Wolff – you gave him a new face. I need to find him.
Maltz: You know I would help you if I could, Raymond.
Red: I do, and I thank you for that, Abraham. Normally, I wouldn’t impose, but this is a personal matter of some urgency.
Maltz: You know my business. You know the rules. It’s all about confidentiality.
Red: Absolutely.
⋘⋙
Maltz: This conversation should never leave this office. I just got done with six hours of surgery, and you walk in – I mean, I don’t know you or why you think you can come in here and ask questions about my clients. Red, help me out.
Maltz: My name is Special Agent Elizabeth Keen. I’m with the FBI. Mr. Reddington is working with us, helping us to capture high-value targets, and Nathaniel Wolff is one of them. I need to find Wolff, and I know you can help us.
Maltz: [ To Red ] Wait a minute. You’re an informant now? How dare you come in this –
Liz: Did you hear me? I said I need his new name. Give it to me, or I’ll have the Miami field office tear your practice apart faster than you can say “tummy tuck.”
Maltz: Bradley Holland. Okay? That’s the name he goes under now – Bradley Holland.
Red: Abraham! I refer important clients to you, people who are vital to my business, people whose livelihood depends on your confidentiality, and you roll over like a cockapoo wanting his belly scratched?
Liz: You said this guy was solid.
Maltz: What? Wait a minute.
Red: Some woman who claims to be an FBI agent makes a few ham-fisted threats, and you hand over one of your own clients? That’s dirty pool. God forbid this little incident ever gets back to poor Nathaniel Wolff.
Maltz: Red, I don’t know what’s going on here
Red: What other secrets have you just given away?
Maltz: Nothing!
Red: Who knows about the work I’ve had done?
Maltz: Nobody, truthfully! You know me!
Red: I brought Christina to you specifically for your discretion and expertise. I assured her you were trustworthy.
Maltz: I’m sorry.
Red: I was wrong. Shame on you, Abraham. I know another doctor. Let’s go.
Maltz: No, Red. We we could make this right. You know me. I would never give out a name of any client!

Liz: We believe Wolff is now using the name Bradley Holland, a pilot for Innova Air.
Ressler: I’d buy him as a cargo operator, but a pilot? That would require licenses, documentation, a background check.
Liz: Anonymity is a cornerstone of this group’s decentralized command structure. Wolff has given up his identity for this cause. Wall Street destroyed the airline that Wolff’s father devoted his life to. So Wolff is now using the airlines in his efforts to destroy Wall Street.

Aram: Bradley Holland just swiped through security at Reagan National.
Meera: Get the TSA on the line. Tell them to pull the surveillance feeds and backtrack the swipe point.
Liz: He’s gonna bring down another plane.

Holland/Ludd: Sophie, hi. Uh, if it’s okay with you, I’m deadheading to Denver.
Stewardess: Of course. Let me check what seats are available.
Holland: Appreciate that. I’m Bradley.
Stewardess: There’s an empty seat in first.
Holland: Must be my lucky day.

Meera: Yes. Sir, the attack is imminent. We need to contact Homeland and have them move the threat level to code red. All planes in the air need to be rerouted. Nothing should be taking off or landing at Reagan.

Man in next seat: How about that?
Holland/Ludd: Nuts, right?
Man: They’re saying a father and son were killed on the ground.
Holland: That’s terrible. That group, the ones that took credit –
Man: Oh, yeah. Uh, General Something.
Holland/Ludd: General– General Ludd.
Man: Within an hour of that plane dropping out of the sky, that company lost 30% of its market share.
Holland/Ludd: Bunch of wackos, right?
Man: Oh, you said it. Out-of-work, sexually frustrated, living-at-home losers, if you ask me.
Mm–hmm.
Holland: What line of work are you in?
Man: Hedge funds. Dolus Capital.
Holland/Ludd: Oh. So, uh, this General Ludd group, you’re like the poster child for everything they hate. How’s that feel? You worried?
Man: Eh, not in the Gold Club, I’m not. Know what I’m saying?
Holland: Mm–hmm. Sophie, do me a favor?
Sophie: Whatever you need.
Holland: I left my log book six gates away. Would you, uh, watch my stuff?
Sophie: I’ll put it in first-class overhead. We’re boarding any minute.
Holland/Ludd: You’re the best.

Liz: Tom.
Tom: Liz, Aunt June called.
Liz: I’m sorry. Now’s not a good time.
Tom: Uh, she said your dad hasn’t exactly been telling you the truth. Apparently, he’s a little sicker than he’s been letting on.
Liz: Aunt June gets indigestion and thinks she’s having a stroke.
Tom: The cancer’s spread to his liver.
Liz: What? No, he was just going in for a few tests.
Tom: Apparently, it’s a little more serious than that, and Aunt June thinks that we need to be there, like, now.
Liz: I can’t. I– Oh, my God. I got to call him.
Tom: No, he’s in surgery. Listen, I’m on the next flight out of Dulles, and I got Ellie to watch Hudson,
Liz: So surgery for what? Have you talked to his oncologist?
Tom: No, I talked to June, and you’re right. She’s probably overreacting. But if you can’t go now, then, uh – [ To Travel Agent ] Yeah, what do you got?
Travel Agent: Then let me book you the 6:15 tomorrow morning, and you’ll be in Nebraska by noon.
Tom: Okay? Lizzie, okay?
Tom: Okay. You all right?
⋘⋙
Ressler: We got him. Deadheading to Denver, flight 1143.
[ Screeching as SUVs arrive at airport ]
Ressler: Lock off this runway! Clear that terminal! I want everyone out of here now!
Liz. We need emergency vehicles on standby. Bomb squad’s en route. I want every bag –
[ Plane behind then 💥explodes💥 Liz and Ressler are thrown to the Tarmac ]

[ Sam coughs. Looks over and sees Red. He seems puzzled or doesn’t recognize him at first ]
Red: Hello, Sam. It’s been far too long.

Liz: Sir? I have a family emergency. My father’s sick. I need to catch a flight.
Cooper: Not an option.
Liz: I know the timing is terrible –
Cooper: All flights are grounded.
Liz: What? Why?
Cooper: General Ludd. FBI headquarters received a manifesto.

“We are General Ludd. Our uprising against the undue influence of corporations on our government has begun. Today marks the beginning of a war. Our enemy? The oligarchs of corporate America, who have destroyed the middle class on whose backs this country was built. Our fight is for the soul of this country. There will be protests, violent uprisings, planes will fall from the skies. The corrupt corporate giants will be brought to their knees. So, as it begins, ask yourself: Are you General Ludd?”

Cooper: The F.A.A. has implemented 9/11 protocol. All planes are grounded until further notice.
Ressler: This was the plan all along. They wanted us to ground those planes to cripple the economy.
Aram: I’ve got an address on Bradley Holland.
Ressler: Let me guess same as Denning and Gard?
Aram. Yes, but I’ve also traced a credit–card payment in Holland’s name to a storage facility Brooklyn, St. Marks Ave.
Ressler: Let’s roll.

Red: Oh, my God. I’ve never been more scared of a woman in my life. She was thrilling in bed. What a pair of legs. I think she played field hockey in college. I’ve missed that laugh. [ Red tales Sam’s hand ] You look like hell.
Red: I finally had a chance to see her, Sam. There’s a fire inside she got from you. She’s volatile. Unpredictable. Soft then hard then – Soft again. Stronger than she knows. You gave her an incredible gift, Sam. Taking her in and loving her as your own.
Sam: They’ve given me six weeks. For what? So I can lay here and watch them take me apart? I wish they’d said six hours. And I told them, I said, “you can get rid of those damn machines. Go monitor somebody who’s actually got vital signs.”
Red: Mm.
Sam: I need to tell Lizzie.♤
Red: No.
Sam: I know what we agreed, but before I go, I have to tell her.
Red: I can’t let you do that.
Sam: She deserves the truth.

[ Liz and Ressler are examining a wall of all the identities Holland/Ludd had created – with cards for parents, children etc ]
Liz: He created entire lives. As if they were real people.
Ressler: Who the hell is John Horlbeck?

Meera: His whole plan rested on becoming John Horlbeck, a 45–year–old truck driver. The trucking company he works for has contracts with the bureau of engraving and printing. Every day, B.E.P. moves billions of dollars in currency from the U.S. mint and federal reserve banks all over the country. They move it by plane.
Cooper: But with the planes grounded, they move it –
Meera: By truck. Today. This was all an elaborate heist.
Cooper: How much is Horlbeck moving by his trucking company?
Meera: $500 million.

Aram: Okay, just got the transponder frequency from American Secure Transport. Target vehicle is crossing over the Queensboro Bridge, Delaware plates. [ Gives license number ]

Liz: Daddy, thank God. I was so worried. What’s going on? Tom just spoke with Aunt June.
Sam: Aunt June talks too much.
Liz: Tom said you’re in surgery?
Look – I’m sorry to bring you so late to the party, but – About three months ago, I wasn’t feeling so great. So I went to the doc, and, uh she said the cancer came back and spread everywhere. They’re doing what they can, but, you know, it ain’t good.
Liz: But obviously they think they can do something. They think –
Sam: I should’ve told you the truth. I should’ve been honest with you from the get–go. But I couldn’t. I was trying to protect you.
Liz: I’m on my way, as soon as I can get on a plane. You’re gonna be fine, daddy. I know that.
Sam: ‘Course I am.
Liz: I love you.
Sam: I love you, too, butterball.
Red: Thank you. You will always be her father, Sam. I can only hope to love her and protect her as you have.♤
[ Red then smothers Sam to death with his pillow, then puts the pillow back under his head, tenderly touches his face and kisses his forehead ]

 

Blacklist 1:8 “Angel of Death” – Slideshow (9:52 mins)

 

Tom: Uh, excuse me. I’m here to see Sam Milhoan. Do you know what room he’s in?
Nurse: Are you family?
Tom: Yeah, I’m his, uh, son–in–law Tom Keen.
Nurse: I– I’m so sorry.
Tom: We– Th– thank you.

Aram: Okay, turning south. Take the midtown tunnel. You can get ahead of him.

Liz: Keen.
Red: Lizzie, how are you?
Liz: Not a good time.
Red: Sorry. I was just thinking about you and wanted to see if you needed anything.
Liz: With the case?
Red: No. With your father. Are you gonna make it home to Nebraska?
Liz: All planes are grounded.
Red: Not mine. Lizzie, are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?
Liz: I can’t talk right now.

Red: Mind if I sit?
Tom: No, go right ahead. Visiting someone?
Red: A friend. He died today.
Tom: Oh.
Red: Yourself?
Tom: I, uh, came here to see my father–in–law. But I– I– I didn’t get here in time.
Red: Oh, my. I’m terribly sorry. It’s hard to not say goodbye. I have lost so many people. Never seems to get any easier.
Tom: I don’t know what I’m gonna say to my wife. I’ve been sitting here for I don’t know how long trying to figure out how to tell her. My wife and her dad, they had something. He took her in when she was [ “four years old, adopted her” ➔ this was added, not in script from Springfields ] and raised her as a single parent. She’s gonna be heartbroken.
Red: Yes. It’ll undoubtedly take some time. But I’m sure she’ll be fine. He’ll always be there with her, standing in the shadows to keep her safe, laughing with her in the light, watching through her eyes all those who get close. He’ll always be there. She will be fine.♤
Tom: I hope you’re right.
Red: I know I am.

[ Gunfight with General Ludd in which he 💥 blows up the $500M💥 near a group of his followers. No one hurt, but the money goes flying. He puts on a Ludd mask trying to disappear in the group in which others are wearing the same mask ]
Crowd: We got him. [ Just in background ]

Liz: This was never about the money. Wolff’s people hit that truck for something far more valuable than the cash.
Ressler: There was a safe on the truck. In it was a hard drive containing software upgrades for the new hundred-dollar bill – proprietary algorithms, plate design, watermarks, encoding techniques. Every last hair on Ben Franklin’s eyelash is on that drive. Luckily, we got to him before he could access the safe.
Cooper: Any indication where Wolff may be?
Meera: We put out an APB. All major roads, trains, buses, and ports have been secured. With planes still grounded, flying out isn’t an option.
Liz: That’s not exactly true.

Red: Lizzie.
Liz: You said you could still fly?
Red: If you know what corners to cut, yes, everything is possible.
Liz: Wolff wanted us to ground those planes so he could steal the blueprints for the new hundred-dollar bill. He’s escaping by plane. Nobody’s watching the sky.
Red: My guess is you’re half right.
Liz: So if you were him, where would you fly from?
Red: Where was Wolff last seen?
Liz: Wall Street.
Red: How fitting. Let me look into the matter. I’ll see what I can find. Dembe, tell Edward we’re making an unscheduled stop.

Holland/Wolff/Ludd: Hey. Ready to go?
Red: Oh, I’m not your pilot. He went for a stroll.
Wolff: Well, get him back.
[ Dembe points gun at Wolff ]
Red: Years ago, I used to smuggle small shipments of oaxaca-highland gold into this airstrip. Beautiful space. Bumpy as hell. You know, Mr. Wolff, I admire your commitment. Others may doubt you, may think your revolutionary talk is just that talk to cover your grief but I think not. You really do want this country’s financial system to fail. And if I’m not mistaken, you’ve come up with an ingenious way to make that happen.
Wolff/Ludd: Who are you?
Red: No doubt, the feds are congratulating themselves this very minute for recovering the blueprint they assume is real, but you and I know it’s not. It’s a fake.
Wolff: How you know that?
Red: You swapped the drives, gave the feds a counterfeit. If the mint uses it, billions of dollars of counterfeit currency will be circulated, bankrupting this country.
Wolff: And you’re gonna, what – stop me? Turn me in?
Red: I’m gonna rob you. Because unlike you, I happen to believe in capitalism. I like money. I like the lifestyle it affords me. I like the things that happen when you give it away.♤ What becomes of you and General Ludd once you board that plane is none of my concern though it is worth noting that a true luddite would burn the plane rather than fly in it. But whatever. Your irony. At any rate, have a safe flight. And buckle up. This runway is a bitch.
You got the tail number?
Dembe: Yes, sir.
Red: Send it to Agent Keen.

Ressler: Nathaniel Wolff, you’re under arrest. I’ll call this in to Cooper, get the flight ban lifted.
I’ll look after this. Why don’t you go see your father?
Liz: Thank you.

Wolff: [ To Ressler ] Is it really worth it, this job? Risking your life for what the privilege of living in some crappy studio apartment? They own you.

[ ♫ Radical Face’s Welcome Home plays as scenes are shown from Sam’s funeral ]

♪ Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh,oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh

sleep don’t visit so I choke on sun and the days blur into one
and the backs of my eyes hum with things I’ve never done

sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
was never much, but we’ve made the most
welcome ho–o–o–me

oh oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh,
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh

Cooper: [ To Red ] You get one bite of the apple.
[ Red keys in the ViCAP number he got from Wujing. It brings up a record for “Lucy Brooks” – who appears to be the same person as Jolene Parker, the overly-friendly substitute teacher at Tom’s school. [ Some in the fandom subsequently referred to this character as “Juicy” ]]

I’ve come ho–o–o–me

oh oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh,
oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh, oh oh oh

[ Liz shows up where Red and Luli are at Mary’s home in the DC suburbs. Mary, you may recall, is the forger Red and Luli were trying to convince to relocate to Malaysia. ]
Liz: I should’ve known when you agreed to help us catch Wolff that you would take something for yourself. We didn’t think he could access the safe on the truck, but he did. And he swapped the original drive for a counterfeit, and when we arrested him, he didn’t have it.
Red: [ Pause ] I’m sorry about your father. How was the funeral? This is going to be a difficult time. The best way to keep the memory of your father alive is to talk about him. Tell me some stories.
[ Liz and Red talk seated on a children’s swing set at Mary’s home ]

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh

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♫ Welcome Home
By Radical Face

Sleep don’t visit, so I choke on sun, and the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I’ve never done

Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much, but we’ve made the most
Welcome home

Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I’ve lost

Peel the scars from off my back
I don’t need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I’ve come home

All my nightmares escape my head
Bar the door, please don’t let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head’s splitting at the seams
And I don’t know if I can

Here, beneath my lungs
I feel your thumbs
Press into my skin again

Lyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1IfeIsq
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1H2PSgx
YouTube: [ Sung by Justin Miller ] http://bit.ly/1UO8BBl

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🔴 Episode 1:9 Anslo Garrick

 
🔴 Episode 1:9 Anslo Garrick

First aired: 11/25/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1LiVpQp
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1JhZHbp

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Joe Carnahan, Jason George
Directed by: Joe Carnahan

 

Episode 1:9 Anslo Garrick

Blurb: Anslo Garrick seeks revenge against Red for once putting a bullet in his head at point blank range. But greater forces lie in wait, as a mysterious interloper states his concerns. A key two-parter.

 
[ Red is celebrating with a group of Germans at a beer hall ]

Red: In memory of the not–so–dearly departed Herr Spielman…
Guys: No, no.
Red: …who undercut and robbed you on the supply routes through Graz, I’ll double what he was spending and handle the packaging and transit myself.
[ Ressler appears. Red embraces him in a brotherly hug ]
Red: Donald! There you are. I told you I’d pick you up at the airport.
Guys: Oh.
Red: The cab ride must have cost you a fortune. Guten tag, alles. Oh, is this Donald is my man at the State Department. He’s been extremely helpful in all our endeavors here. But the poor fellow has to walk a terrible tightrope every single day. I feel obliged to get him drunk once in a while, – so I invited him down to celebrate.
Guys: Yeah!
[ Red takes him aside ]
Ressler: Celebrate what, Red?
Red: Free trade, Donald. Free trade. Freihandel. Honestly, this damn chip. What the hell do you want?
Ressler: Keen needs you.
Red: Then why isn’t she here?
Ressler: You mean why didn’t she fly to Munich on 10 minutes’ notice?
Red: You made the trip.
Ressler: She’s been detained.
Red: By whom?
Ressler: The situation’s above my security clearance. I was just given the job of locating you.
Red: No, you said she’s been detained. Is she in danger?
Ressler: There’s a jet on the tarmac at Munich International.
Red: My plane’s faster.

Liz: I just can’t believe he’s gone. I’m never gonna hear him say my name. Or smell that old aftershave. It’s different with you because you you can trace your life up to this moment, you know?
Tom: Mm–hmm.
Liz: You have reliable records and –
Tom: You had your dad.
Liz: Yeah.
Tom: Do you want me in here right now? I love you. Watch the time. You got work in a little bit.
Liz: It’s all right.
[ Liz goes through a box of stuff mailed to her from her father’s house. She finds photos. She pulls out a floppy stuffed bunny, turns it over and sees it is scorched. She has a flashback of a fire, the bunny, child’s drawings burning, a doll with its face melting … ]

[ At the Post Office, Ressler puts Red in handcuffs ]
Red: Donald, what the hell are you doing?
Ressler:Taking you into protective custody.
Red: Where’s Agent Keen?
Ressler: I lied to you, Red. You must be slipping.
Red: I must be.
Cooper: Everybody, out.
Red: Why am I in handcuffs, Harold? You’re violating our arrangement.
Ressler: There’s an imminent threat to your life.
Red: That condition is a constant.
Meera: We have credible intelligence that you’re being targeted for assassination. My contacts at the CIA were sitting on an Egyptian sleeper cell. They intercepted communication between them and an informant called Wells.
Red: Hilton Wells?
Meera: You obviously know him.
Red: You obviously don’t. Hilton Wells doesn’t speak with the Egyptians. He hasn’t since he aligned himself with Mubarak during the Arab Spring.
Meera: I can show you the transcripts.
Red: With all due respect, if the intel were worth having, then I would have it.
Ressler: There’s a price on your head.
Red: There’s a running price on my head, Agent Ressler.
Ressler: Anslo Garrick?
Red: Listen to me. If this intel was disseminated, it was done so directly to you. It’s canned, which means Anslo Garrick intends to attack this facility.
Ressler: Oh, you think he wanted us to bring you here?
Red: What do I think? I think we have a songbird in our midst, and until I find out who’s singing, I don’t trust anyone because someone helped to bring him here.
Ressler: To a black site. Why?
Red: Because I’m asymmetrical. I don’t need visas, passports, travel documents. Give me a bug-out bag and 30 seconds, and I’m on my way to anywhere in the world. Garrick knows this. He needs me contained, landlocked. So he fed you phony intel to trigger your security protocol and now you’ve done exactly as he wished. He got you to bring me here so that he could attack this facility.
Ressler: He doesn’t even know this place exists.
Red: All he does is extract people from places that don’t exist, places exactly like this. Garrick exfils high-level detainees always by considerable force.
[ Garrick, in ski mask, is on floor of cab of garbage truck, with gun pointed at driver ]
Garrick: Park the truck near the elevator bank.
Red: He liberated Mahmoud Al Azok from an Alcatraz–like CIA black site in the Bering Sea.
Meera: That was Shining Path, a splinter cell. Azok has ties to a Caribbean money launderer.
Red: No. That was Garrick, paid by that same Peruvian money launderer to make it appear as though Shining Path broke him out. It was Garrick.

[ Liz enters building, passes security, and enters elevator ]

[ Garbage truck backs up to loading dock ]
Guard: Whoa. No, no, no. Whoa, whoa. You can’t be here! Hey! Tell him he can’t be here!
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Garrick: Now open the compactor.
[ Men jump out of back of truck, mow down guards, enter facility ]

Red: He almost exclusively works with a group of heavily armed, highly skilled mercenaries who call themselves The Wild Bunch – former flag wavers made over in Frankenstein–like fashion into bloodless, country-less killers. Garrick is not a precision instrument. He’s a blunt-force object and seemingly immune to bullets. I can attest to this first-hand having put one in his head years ago at point-blank range. Harold, this building is about to be breached.

[ Garrick’s men enter power and communications center, cut wires. Facility goes dark. Elevator with Liz inside stops. Emergency light comes on ]

Red: They’re in.

Garrick: Elevator’s disabled. Transmission’s jammed. We have takedown.
[ Garrick shoots truck driver ]

Liz: [ Tries intercom ] Hello?

Cooper: Initiate full facility lockdown.

[ Garrick’s men, with lights mounted at their shoulders, storm through facility, shooting everyone they encounter with high-powered rifles ]

Comm tech: Telecom is dead. I have no signal.
Red: Get me out of these damn cuffs.
Ressler: You’re going into the box until the threat is neutralized.
Red: Neutralized? Harold, do not make a stand. Get your people the hell out of here.
Cooper: All non-essential and unarmed personnel evacuate via southeast stairwells. Carry code Oriole Baton 338. Anyone not presenting this code upon egress will be detained.

Liz: [ Tries intercom again ] Hello? Hello?!
[ Getting no response, Liz uses her boot to kick out ceiling panel, then pulls herself up and out ]

Cooper: Relay, relay, relay, seize state. Assume all comm lines compromised. Rally point 14–14–6.
Meera: The armory?
Cooper: We need to get to our own weapons before they do. This is Director Cooper authorizing a full data burn. Destroy onsite drives and terminals and burst transmit all backup data to the central servers at Quantico.

Red: I don’t think you appreciate the sheer firepower – that has entered this building.
Ressler: Shut up.
Red: He means to take me, Agent Ressler, and kill anyone in his way or in his wake. This isn’t about digging in. This is about escape.
Ressler: [ Stopping ] Wait.
Red: Why not let them have me, Donald? I’ll likely be tortured for weeks and left to rot until they finally deign to put a bullet in my skull. Wouldn’t that please you?
Ressler: You’re an adjunct informant for the FBI, Reddington. That means you’re my responsibility. That means I fight for your life regardless of how badly I want to take it.

[ One of Garrick’s men comes around corner. Exchanges fire with Ressler. Man is killed. Ressler is hit 💥 in left thigh ]
Ressler: Aah!
[ Red gets handcuff keys from Ressler’s belt, frees himself. Takes Ressler’s gun ]
Ressler: Don’t, Reddington. Don’t leave me unarmed.
[ More of Garrick’s men appear from staircase. Red shoots them down. Red gets dead guy’s ammo vest and high-powered shotgun ]
Red: Donald, you and I aren’t done just yet.
[ Red grabs collar of Ressler’s suit and drags him ]
Ressler: Aaaah! Aaah!
[ Red and drags him to security keypad unit on wall. He lifts Donald up to key in code which opens door of containment unit (orange box). Red shoots out glass of evac box and gets more ammo. Donald stumbles to orange box while Red covers, walking backwards, shooting Garrick’s men. He shoots until both of them are inside and and the door clangs shut ]

[ The man in the ski mask strides up to the orange box, goes over to Red and dramatically pulls off his ski mask. His horribly disfigured face indicates this is Anslo Garrick. He speaks with a British accent ]
Garrick: Hello, Red.

[ Liz in crawling down from opening in ceiling, cuts her hand ]

Ressler: Aaah!
Red: We’re going up.
[ Red gets Donald onto metal bench in orange box. He folds his jacket and puts it under his head, then turns to look at Garrick ]

Garrick: Red Red, did you really think there was a distance you could cover or a hole deep enough that you could hide in? There is nowhere in this world that I cannot reach you, Red. Fortification be damned. I heard you made yourself some sweet little immunity deal, Red. I heard that you fitted the FBI with strings, and now they hang upon your hip like a hatchet. Not bad. Prudent. But they can’t keep you safe from someone like me, Red, someone who sat in blackness for five years. Five years thinking about the pain I was going to inflict on you while slowly breaking your will, your body, and finally your mind. That day is here, my friend. And it will end with your screams, as God is my witness.

Cooper: Aram, can I get any kind of internal camera signal or tap into our surveillance array?
Aram: It would have to be hardwired, sir. They’ve knocked out the grids.
Cooper: What about the telecom signal? Could it be restored?
Aram: Same thing. Unfortunately, it would have to be hacked locally.
Cooper: Where would you hack it?
Aram: Main generator room would give me the best chance. It has all the uplink terminals.
Cooper: But the power’s down.
Aram: Our backup generator should enable the uplink and allow me to splice a separate signal from the telecom.
Cooper: Do you have a radio?
Aram: Yeah.
Cooper: Good. Tune it to EMR-designation “Hatchling.” Understood? Get to the main generator room. Kill anything that isn’t FBI. Go.

[ Liz finds room with a cabinet, wraps her hand in a bandage. Something comes in on her comm device ]
Cooper: Closed comms. Closed comms. Go to EMR-designation channel.
Codify, “Hatchling.” Codify, “Hatchling.”
[ Cooper is trying to hail others of his people in the building ]
Liz: Hatchling–5591–abstract.
Cooper: Keen?
Liz: I’m here, sir.
Cooper: Do not attempt any form of ingress. Hostiles have the high ground.
Liz: I’m already inside.
Cooper: Have you been captured? Are you injured?
Liz: Neither.
Cooper: Where are you?
Liz: Barricaded inside the armory.
Cooper: Ressler and Reddington are unaccounted for, presumed down.

Red: What are you feeling in your extremities? – What do you feel?
Ressler: Not much. My fingers are numb. My face is getting cold.
Red: Shock is setting in.
Ressler: How much blood have I lost?
Red: More than a thimbleful.
Ressler: What about my leg?
Red: Lay down. Lay down. Donald, never let it be said that I valued a Zegna Venticinque tie over a human life, even yours. Take up a handful of your own tie. This is gonna be hugely unpleasant and very painful. Bite down. All right?
Ressler: Yeah.
[ Red twists tourniquet. Ressler screams through the fabric ]
Red: Keep pressure on it. Just keep pressure on it.
Garrick: I don’t like his chances, Red. That leg looks like minced beef. All you have to do to save Agent Ressler’s life is come out, Red. Don – We never met in person, Don, but if you’d done your job back in Brussels in ’08, I wouldn’t be here now. Agent Ressler here ran that little kick murder squad tried to clip you in Waterloo Station, Red. I gave him your train number, your itinerary. All Little Donnie here had to do was supply the bullet, but no. Bungled! And now, as fate has a great fondness for moments like these, here we are. And it is you, Red, that can spare or end Agent Ressler’s life.
Red: You know, Anslo, I’m looking at you, and I got to say I’m really surprised. With the access you now have to top-notch plastic surgeons, why you haven’t done something anything about that horrific scar. I mean, how do you wake up to that staring back at you in the mirror every morning? But you know what? It’s not the scar. It’s really the eye. But, hey, lucky you. I normally carried Hydra-Shok hollow points. I was trying out a new series of center-fire wadcutters that week. It’s probably the only thing that saved your life, really – Me switching ammo. Think about that little irony now every time you randomly find your reflection or are reminded of that unfortunate thing I’ve done to your face. Think about it.
Garrick: You trashed a one-of-a-kind partnership.
Red: We were never partners, Anslo. You violated whatever trust I had in you. So, naturally, I did what I always did – And beat you. And you did what you always did – Got beaten by me. True to form, Anslo. Why take time to think when it’s so much easier to shoot? This glass was developed by DARPA for secure cover and housing in combat zones. That .45 might as well be a spit straw.
Garrick: Oh, good, Red. I’ve brought a whole picnic basket to this party. And, little pig, little pig, you are going to let me come in.

Liz: [ To herself, in a whisper ] Okay, let’s go. Oh, calm, calm, calm. Come on, come on, come on. Use your training. Use your training. Be fluid. Be fluid.

Aram: [ Enters comms and power room ] Okay. All right. Oh, man. [ Begins typing into control unit ]

[ Meera and Cooper are engaged in shootout with some of Garrick’s men ]
Cooper: Command down. Command down. Armory overrun. Repeat, armory overrun.

[ Liz’s voice on comm device ] Help! Please, help! Help! Can someone help me? Please, help!
[ The decoy works as Liz takes one of Garrick’s men by surprise ]
Liz: Lower your gun to your side. Now reach across your body with your right hand and remove your tactical belt. Any sudden or aggressive movements, and I will kill you.
[ He moves suddenly and she kills him ]

[ Aram is re-establishing comms ]
Aram: [ To himself ] Okay. Let me see.
[ He brings up video surveillance feeds, sees that Cooper and Meera have been captured ]
Aram: Oh, no. Oh, no.

Garrick’s man: We don’t have enough explosives.
Garrick: What?
Man: We don’t have enough explosives, not according to the specs we pulled up on this thing.
Garrick: Tabletop to blue wolf. Send a short chalk back to the armory. We’re a little light on bang here. So you bring me back every piece of explosive ordnance that they have.

Red: Donald, I’m gonna quietly cross my fingers before I ask, but what blood type are you?
Donald: B-negative.
Red: And you thought we had nothing in common. There’s only 2% of us, you know?
Donald: What are you doing?
Red: You need a blood transfusion. Or we’re gonna have to open that door, which will likely be the end of both of us.
Donald: Give me a gun. These bastards want to go. Let’s go.
Red: The concept of a last stand sounds so heroically romantic, doesn’t it, Donald? But there’s a good reason why we didn’t see what happened to Butch and Sundance. Being riddled by bullets and left to rot under a scorching Bolivian sky does not a sequel make. And if you’ve surmised nothing about me by now, know this. I’m gonna be around for the sequel.
Donald: You’re really gonna do a field transfusion?
Red: Oh, come now, Donald. Think how much smarter you’ll be afterwards.
Donald: Why the hell are you doing this? It’s pretty obvious I hate your guts, and I can’t imagine you hold a whole lot of warmth for me, especially after hearing about Brussels.
Red: I knew about Brussels.
Donald: Then why save me?
Red: Because that’s what you do when someone is dying in front of you.♤ Allies today, enemies tomorrow The world is a complex place, further complicated by man’s fickle nature. Years ago, I saved a man’s life under a beautiful old cedar tree in Lebanon. A month later, he tried to kill me in a hotel in Damascus. I understood. Allegiances shift. A month later I broke his neck with a shower caddy. It’s this job today, another one tomorrow. That needle in your arm becomes the one in your neck. It’s just that fast.♤
Red. Do you remember that Road Runner cartoon where the Coyote makes the mountain of TNT and gunpowder barrels? And blows himself sky–high?
Red: Yes, Anslo. Is that what you’re doing out there? Is this to be mass suicide by explosion, I hope?
Garrick: No. We’ll be fine out here, Red. But with these charges rigged to blow inward, I can’t say the same about you. It’s no matter. I intend to thoroughly torture the hell out of whatever’s left of you. Oh, come on! Play with me! I’d give that leg up as a lost cause by now, wouldn’t you? If sepsis hasn’t set in by now, Donnie, it will. And then your body will slowly start to poison its own blood supply. Including that little keg tap that Reddington’s giving you right now. Drip, drip, Don. Drip, drip, drip.

Garrick’s man: Raines? Raines? Respond now or I’m gonna shoot. In three–two–one.
Garrick [ Over comm ]: Tabletop to Chalk One, where’s my bang? Let’s go. I’ve got a box to blow up.
Liz [ Has gun on him ]: Tell him you’re on your way back. Tell him anything other than that, and you’re lying with your buddy.
Man: Chalk One to Tabletop, we’re on our way back now.
Liz: That’s good. [ She knocks him out ]
[ Liz hears something ]
Aram: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Agent Keen, it’s me.
Liz: What the hell are you doing here?
Aram: I could ask you the same. Where did you come from?
Liz: I snuck in. What are you doing?
Aram: Trying to restore the telecom so we can call in the cavalry.
Liz: Where is everyone?
Aram: Captured.
Liz: Where’s Red and Ressler?
Aram: I think Ressler’s in bad shape.
Liz: Any idea who hit this facility?
Aram: Um, someone called Garrick. He’s disabled telecom, simplex, and duplex signals.
Liz: How long before you can restore the telecom?
Aram: I haven’t been able to hack around it.They are jamming the signal internally.
Liz: How?
Aram: Uh, based on just the waveform readings and the wattage output, it’s, uh, something powerful, uh, but portable.
Liz: Where would they place it?
Aram: All the uplink and communication relays are in the sub garage.
Liz: Could you reset the telecom if the jammers were disabled?
Aram: It would automatically reset, yeah.
Liz: Good. You got a weapon?
Aram: Uh, yeah. Why?
Liz: ‘Cause we’re gonna go find those jammers.
Aram: “We”?
Liz: Yes. You and I in the plural.
Aram: Uh, but I–I–I thought I’m waiting for the signal so we can call the cavalry.
Liz: We are the cavalry. Give me your gun.
Aram: Um, I–I’ve only shot at paper.
Liz: Pretend they’re paper.

Red: Donald! Donald! Feeling any wittier yet? Any strange cravings for Beluga caviar or Marcel Proust?
Ressler: I know you don’t think much of me, but you don’t get assigned a case file like yours unless you pass muster.
Red: May I ask you something with the hope that you won’t take offense?
Ressler: You already know it’s gonna offend me. Ask anyway.
Red: What happened to Audrey Bidwell?
Ressler: She left me.
Red: You were engaged.
Ressler: To her, yeah. It was my engagement with you that ended that relationship. Five years, I chased you. Five years trying to make my name. Look where it’s gotten me.

Chalk Two to Tabletop, one dead, one down.
Garrick: We have an enemy within. We have a monkey wrench running around in here somewhere. Find them.

Ressler: How did you know about my ex?
Red: I know a great many things about you, Donald.
Ressler: Right. It’s the core of your business. Information. Misinformation. I don’t know how you did it, Reddington. Forsaking the flag, abandoning your country.
Red: We become who we are. We can’t judge a book by its cover But you can by its first few chapters and, most certainly, by its last.♤
Ressler: So, what’s it all about, then, the Blacklist? Revenge?
Red: Oh, revenge is too easy and over so quickly. I would hope for more than that.
Ressler: We’re not gonna live through this.
Red: I think we will.
Ressler: How?
Red: Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald?
Ressler: No.
Red: On a sailboat surrounded by sea with no land in sight? Without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny. I want that one more time. I want to be in the Piazza del Campo in Sienna, to feel the surge as … I want another meal in Paris at L’Ambroisie in the Place des Vosges. I want another bottle of wine. And then another.
Red: I want the warmth of a woman in a cool set of sheets. One more night of jazz at the Vanguard. I want to stand on summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can. Walk on the wall again. Climb the tower. Ride the river. Stare at the frescos. I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book. Most of all, I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy.♤ Give me that. Just one time. That’s why I won’t allow that punk out there to get the best of me, let alone the last of me.

[ Cooper and Meera are led in ]
Cooper: What do you want?
Garrick: This isn’t about what I want, Assistant Director Cooper. No. What I’ve wanted, I’ve simply taken. This is about what I need. And what I need is access to that box.
Cooper: Then let’s start with what I need, which is all of my people released right now.
Garrick: You’re not in charge, Harold.
Cooper: No. But I am the man who can get you into that box.
Garrick: And if I go in there and start kneecapping your people one by one until you give me what I want?
Cooper: Then you’re not getting Reddington.
Garrick: No. I’m going to bet someone other than you can get me into that box.
Cooper: Then place that bet.

Aram: Agent Keen.
[ Liz shoots the jammer and the system starts to reboot ]
Aram: Okay, I think we’re cool.

Red: There you go again, Anslo, using a pistol in place of a brain. You gonna put a bullet in the head of the man who can hand you mine?
Garrick: I think someone’s trying to save your life.
Red: Hardly. I have little to no use for that man. But before you shoot him, be absolutely certain that I’m not outsmarting you. We know how frequently that’s happened in the past. It would be a shame if in killing him you denied yourself of the prize that you came here for. Anslo! How long do you think you can hold out here before half of Quantico’s graduating class rappels down on top of you?
Cooper: Red, this time you are quite simply mistaken. The question really is, how long are you going to hold out? Are you really going to let Agent Ressler there just expire? Are you really going to let me put Assistant Director Cooper’s head all over that wall? How many people are going to die here today, Reddington?
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Ressler: What’s happening?
Red: Your heart is pumping harder and harder, trying to compensate for blood loss. And that shotgun blast broke your leg. I think it also partially ruptured your femoral artery.
Ressler: Partially?
Red: You would have bled out by now if the hole were any bigger, but now I have to close it.
Ressler: Close it how?
Red: By cauterizing it. I’m gonna have to cut open your leg to get at the artery and then sprinkle some combustible compound on it – and ignite it.
Ressler: Mm, mnh–mnh. Mnh–mnh.
Red: Donald, if you don’t tell them how to open that door, I have to do this, or you will die.
Ressler: Then do it.
Red: Grab ahold of the bench back there and don’t let go. I’m gonna cut as fast as I can, but I can’t have you trying to stop me once I start, okay?
Ressler: Yeah.
Red: This is gonna hurt.
Ressler: Aaaaah!
Red: Hold still, Donald. This will be over in a second.

Liz: How many of these things would they need to scramble the telecom signal?
Aram: Uh, several. But just disabling two should be enough for the uplink to reset and re-establish a signal. Just it won’t be anywhere near full strength.
Liz: Cellular?
Aram: You might have one bar.
Liz: It’s not enough. This will be faster if we split up.
Aram: And scarier. But yeah. Faster, right. Sure. Okay. Wait.

[ Garrick grabs Luli and tosses her against orange box. He forces her to kneel and begins counting down ]
– 10, 9 –
Red: Harold! Open the box now!
– 8 –
Red: Give him the code!
Cooper: No.
– 7 –
Red: Anslo, my people can help you.
– 6 –
Red: Cooper can get you in here.
– 5 –
Red: Put that gun to his head.
– 4, 3 –
Red: For once in your life, stop and think
– 2,1.
[ Garrick shoots Luli 💥 ]

[ Garrick’s man who Liz knocked out earlier sneaks up behind her. She turns around and he knocks her out ]
Garrick’s man: Hello, love.
[ He calls it in ]
Garrick’s man: Threat is down. Repeat, the threat is down.

[ Dembe is brought in next ]
Anslo: Red, I don’t have to explain what happens now, do I? Down. Would you prefer that I did the countdown? Because I wasn’t that keen, frankly. You open the box, or Dembe dies.
Red: Harold, tell him. Wait. Ressler knows the code.
Garrick: Wait is over, Red. People are dying now.
Red: Ressler. Ressler!
Dembe: Raymond.
Red: Ressler! Ressler!
[ Ressler is semi-conscious, does not respond ]
Dembe: Raymond! Ours is a friendship forged once in this life and again in the next. Goodbye, my brother.
Red: Harold, open this box. I’ll give you anything.
Garrick: Stay on your knees. Stay on your knees. Stay on your knees. Well, I’m gonna kill him now, aren’t I, Red?
Red: Open the box!

To be continued …

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🔴 Episode 1:10 Anslo Garrick, Conclusion

 
🔴 Episode 1:10 Anslo Garrick, Conclusion

First aired: 12/2/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-16b
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1NEqkqD
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1NEqoH5

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Lukas Reiter, JR Orci
Directed by: Michael Watkins

 

Episode 1:10 Anslo Garrick, Conclusion

Blurb: Anslo Garrick, Conclusion. In the process of seeking to free Red, the Blacklist task force discovers they are under scrutiny and threatened – and not by Garrick.

 
Previously on The Blacklist
Cooper: We have credible intelligence that you’re being targeted.
Red: Anslo Garrick got you to bring me here so that he could attack this facility.
Ressler: You’re going into the box until the threat is neutralized.
Red: Neutralized? Harold, do not make a stand. He means to take me, Agent Ressler, and kill anyone in his way or in his wake.
Garrick: Hello, Red.
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Liz: Where is everyone?
Aram: Captured. I think Ressler’s in bad shape.
Liz: We’re gonna go find those jammers.
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Red: Wait!
Garrick: Red, I don’t have to explain what happens now, do I? You open the box, or Dembe dies.

 
[ Aram’s handheld says “System boot complete” ]
Aram: Come on. … Yes. North Arlington Furniture Warehouse.
[ Operator: ]Can I help you?
Aram: Uh – Hatchling 5591.

Garrick: Stay on your knees.
[ Dembe and Red pray together in Dembe’s language ]

[ Aram walks to where he thinks Liz is, talking ]
Aram: I got the signal out, but I need a dispatch co- [ Sees Garrick’s man, points pistol at him ] Dispatch code Cavalry’s on their way. You’re about to get your ass kicked off the planet, pal.
Garrick’s man: Want to bet I can drop you before you can get one shot off with that pistol?

Garrick: Well, I’m gonna kill him now, aren’t I, Red? Open the box!
[ Red gets down to where he can look Dembe in the eyes. A shot is fired. Red squeezes his eyes shut. It was the sound of Aram’s gun.
Garrick: Go!
[ Garrick’s men take off to the sound of the gunshot ]

Aram: Wow. I killed him.
Liz: We need to move now! Aram! Listen to me. We need to move now!
One of Harrick’s men: Hold it!

[ Garrick’s men lead in Liz and Aram. Garrick notices Red’s expression ]
Garrick: Well, who might this be? Someone you know, Red?
Liz: Please.
Red: Ressler! [ Slaps him. No response. Squeezes his wound ] –
Ressler: Aah! Son of a bitch!
Red: Look at me. I need you to focus. I need the code.
Ressler: What code? What code?
Red: To open the box.
Ressler: Oh, God, my leg – !
Red: Tell me the code now.
Cooper: Do not give him the code, Agent Ressler! That’s an order!
Garrick: Oh, come on!
Garrick’s man: Telecom has been restored. They have an open signal out.
Liz: [ To Garrick ] In about five minutes, an FBI assault will retake the building. Get out now. You might survive.
[ Liz’s cell rings ]
Tom: Lizzie. Hey, what’s going on?
Garrick: Lizzie isn’t available right now. May I ask who’s calling?
Tom: This is her husband. Who the hell is this?
Garrick: I’m the guy that’s gonna put a bullet in your wife’s head. Hi.
Tom: Who is this? Put my wife on the phone.
Garrick: It’s for you.
Liz: Tom!
Tom: Liz, are you okay? What’s going on? Are you safe?
Liz: Tom, listen to me! Call the FBI!
⋘⋙
[Garrick threatens Liz]
Ressler: No! No, no. What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me? You just saved my life.
[ Red points gun at Ressler’s head ]
Red: Circumstances have changed, Donald. If you can’t save her, you’re of no use whatsoever. Look at me. Look at me! Agent Keen will die. Now is the time!
Ressler: Romeo. The access code is Romeo.
Red: R–O–M–E–O Romeo. [ Red smiles a painful smile at Liz ]
[ Red emerges from the box ]
Red: Anslo, what are you doing here?

[ Men are shown drilling holes in a thick board ]

Red: Let them go, Anslo.
Garrick: Are you pleading for the lives of the feds?
Red: There’s enough blood on the floor. It’s time to get the hell out of here.
Garrick: Oh, I know what time it is. You watch out for Old Red here. He may not look like much, but I once saw him kill a Somali with a wire hanger.
Red: Simpler days, Anslo. Simpler days.
Garrick: Right. Bring her. [ re: Liz ]
Red: She doesn’t do anything for you, Anslo. She’s dead weight.
Garrick: Do I look like I care what you say, Red?

Garrick’s man: Everyone get down now.
Cooper: [ Goes up to him ] Coward.
Garrick’s man: Knees. [ They go to their knees, all except Cooper. ]
[ Garrick’s man takes aim at Cooper ]
[ Ressler shoots down Garrick’s man ]

Cooper: Secure the area and contact headquarters! Don’t move.
[ Dembe runs in pursuit of Red ]
Cooper: We’re getting help. I’m gonna get you out of here. I need a phone!

Garrick: I have to admit, Red, I was starting to think you’d never come out of the box. But then her. She was unexpected. Old boy’s still got the touch, does he? Well, whatever blows up your skirt.♤
[ A hole is blasted in the floor. Liz and Red are lowered by cables ]
Garrick: [ To Liz ] Hold on tight.
Garrick: Red.

Breach team 5! Identify yourself!
Cooper: I’m Assistant Director Harold Cooper! Help these people get to the Washington Hospital Center’s trauma unit.

[ In moving van marked Ambulance, a tech is performing a procedure to remove the tracking chip from Red’s neck ]
Garrick: Ninety seconds to the drop. I need that chip!
Red: [ To Liz ]The Emissary Hotel in Chicago. Mr. Kaplan.
Garrick: Hurry the hell up!
[ Liz gets gun, takes out driver and escapes van ]

Liz: [ Jumps into random car and orders driver: ] FBI! Follow that ambulance! Drive! Now! Give me your phone! Give it to me!
Aram: Hello?
Liz: Aram!
Aram: Agent Keen, are you okay? [ Hails Cooper: ] Sir! [ To Liz: ] Are you – Are you with Mr. Reddington?
Liz: I’m in pursuit, but I’ve lost visual! I’m headed west on Constitution.
Aram: Do you have a location?
Liz: They’re trying to pull his chip.

Garrick. Hurry the hell up! Close to the drop point! – 30 seconds! –
Tech: I’m trying!
Garrick: Just give me the bloody chip! Come on!

Liz: Aram, where are they?
Aram: Okay, six blocks west. Turn right at the intersection. Turn right! Right here! Right here!

Garrick: Get me that damned chip!

Aram: Okay, you’re close. He just turned south on 7th. Okay, the signal has stopped moving. He’s right there. He’s in the street.
Liz: Yeah, this is the right location.
Aram: Agent Keen, did you find him?
Liz: No, he’s gone. We lost Reddington.

[ Red is led with a gunny sack over his head. He has leather cuffs on. They are connected to a chain from overhead which is pulled taut ]
Garrick: Oh, this shall be fun.

Diane Fowler, DOJ: How did this happen?
Cooper: Anslo Garrick was a known associate of Reddington’s. He came in with a tactical assault team. He knew the floor plan.
Fowler: Then I have no choice. This task force is decommissioned. Do you understand what has happened, Harold? You obviously have a mole.
Cooper: We have to find Reddington.
Fowler: The only thing that matters right now is how quickly we contain this. This did not happen. Reddington is, and always has been, a fugitive at large.

Liz: Aram, wait. You can’t –
Aram: We’re done. I’m done.
Liz: Listen to me – Red’s alive.
Aram: Liz, this is out of my hands. Okay, assuming –
Liz: Mm-hmm?
Aram: I could help what would you need?
Liz: Closed-circuit feeds from the block around the building from when Reddington came in, going back an hour.
Aram: Supposed to hand off the security feeds to the new team of investigators. I suppose I could make us a copy.
Liz: Thank you.
Aram: How do you think Ressler’s doing?
Liz: He’s in surgery. They’re hoping they can save his leg. Aram – we got to keep this between us. We don’t know who we can trust.
Aram: Yeah.

Liz: Emissary Hotel.
[ Operator ] How may I direct your call? Yes?
Liz: Hi. Mr. Kaplan, please.
[ Operator ] He’s not available. Can you be reached at this number?
Liz: This – ? Uh, yes, I suppose. Goodbye.

Garrick: The girl. The agent. I want to know who she is. You came out of the box for her. Traded your life for hers.♤ Red Reddington placing somebody else’s life ahead of his own. What makes her so special? I learned so much watching you, Red. You taught me, gave me a taste of the good life. But that’s all I was allowed, a taste.
Red: You’re greedy, Anslo. You went behind my back, made deals you knew I wouldn’t approve. What did you expect?
I suppose I expected something better than a bullet in the face, Red.

Tom: Are you okay?
Liz: Yeah, I–
Tom: I didn’t know what was happening.
Liz: I know.
Tom: Who– Who– Who was that man on the phone? It’s nothing. What happened to your face?
Liz: I’m okay.
Tom: Damn it, you need to stop. You need to stop. You need to walk away from this job before it destroys you.
Liz: Don’t.
[ Liz’s cell rings ]
Tom: Listen to me. Don’t answer it. All right? Look at me. We can go.
Liz: Go?
Tom: Anywhere. Nebraska. We talked about moving there someday, at your dad’s funeral.
Liz: Someday. I got caught up in the middle of something. I have to take this. [ On phone ] Aram, what do you have for me?
Aram: I sent you the files. Our cameras cover five blocks around the office in every direction.
Liz: Okay, I’ll look through them right now.
Aram: Don’t bother. Red wasn’t followed. He came in at 5:15. No tail cars, no eyes on the street.
Liz: Damn it. How did Garrick know he was in the post office?
Aram: My question exactly. So I started thinking – What if somebody inside already tipped him off?
Liz: You found the mole?
Aram: No. But I think I have a lead. We routinely collect all cellular transmission from inside and directly around this facility. So much data I had to play around with various mathematical structures, knots, multivariate polynomials –
Liz: Aram, the lead?
Aram: Right. I found a pattern in the transmissions – a series of calls made from a burner cell. Each call was placed just seconds after Reddington arrived at the post office.
Liz: All from the same burner?
Aram: No. All from different burners, but all the calls were to the same number. I vectored the address to a private residence a few miles from here. The address is 8123 12th street.
Liz: What? [ Liz looks outside. The address is across the street ] I’ll call you right back.

Garrick: As with everything involving you, things are more complicated than they may appear. If I could, I’d end this right now, give you the horrifying death that you so deserve.
Red: Then do it.
Garrick: Yeah. When it’s time. You see, sadly, this isn’t my surprise party. I am merely the hired help. My job was to get you to the venue. And while I would pay a high price to silence you forever, others have paid much more for the chance to hear what you have to say.
Red: Please.
Garrick: Anesthesia blocks the impulses to the brain so one doesn’t feel the sensation of pain. The drug that the kind doctor is giving you does the opposite. It enhances the impulses received by the brain. When he’s finished, the feeling of a breeze wafting against your skin will be enough to make you beg me to kill you.

[ Liz goes to check out the address Aram gave her, which is right across the street. She breaks the glass of a door, unlocks it and enters, pistol drawn. Finding nothing downstairs, she goes upstairs where she finds a bank of computer monitors – all looking down on a room in her own flat! An apple is in front of the monitors. She puts down her gun, but then realizes someone is behind her. She moves quickly and a struggle takes place for the man’s gun. Liz gets it and shoots him two times. He lies motionless. Liz gets her phone and dials Cooper’s number. He answers]

Cooper. Agent Keen? Agent Keen, are you there?

[ But Liz decides not to respond. Instead she dials the number for Mr Kaplan. ]
[ Mr Kaplan is shown walking to the flat across the street from Liz’s. Mr Kaplan, who is a woman, knocks ]
Liz: Mr. Kaplan?
Mr Kaplan: What color is the sky?
Liz: Red. [ Liz lets Mr Kaplan in ] You? You’re Mr. Kaplan?
Mr Kaplan: Who else knows you’re here?
Liz: Nobody.
Mr Kaplan: Have you phoned anyone?
Liz: No.
Mr Kaplan: Who is he?
Liz: I don’t know. Every time Reddington came to the post office, a call was made to this address, I assume to him.
Mr Kaplan: He’s been watching.
Liz: When he got word that Red was at the post office, he must have called Garrick to trigger the hit.
Mr Kaplan: I’ll handle the body.
Liz: “Handle”?
Mr Kaplan: We need the bullets. We can’t have ballistics traced to your weapon.
Liz: Okay, wait. I can’t do this. I’m a federal agent.
Mr Kaplan: I have two directives – to protect you and find my employer. I intend to do both. My team will be here soon. Find his car.

Garrick: Increase the dosage.
Doctor: We’re already 12 cc over the max.
Garrick: Then why isn’t it working?!
Doctor: He’s resisting somehow. I can stick him again, but if his heart goes into v–fib, we could lose him.
Garrick: Stick him again.

Mr Kaplan: I ran his face against the database.
Liz: What database?
Mr Kaplan: No matches. The car is registered to Borderland Cargo, a shell corp with a dummy address.
Liz: What about the GPS data? If he works for the man holding Red, then maybe he’s been there before.
Kaplan: You have six addresses. Five are centrally located – A motel, a church, two gas stations, and a restaurant in Alexandria. But this? This is something.
Liz: Why?
Kaplan: It’s an industrial neighborhood, remote. The kind of place I’d find for Mr. Reddington if I didn’t want him to be found. Time for a road trip.

Kaplan: Armed lookouts. What are you doing?
Liz: Calling it in. We need backup.
Kaplan: [ Points out group of men – Red’s men – already at location ] Stay in the car. My orders are to keep you safe.
[ Dembe gets in back seat ]

[ Gunfight between two groups of men ]

[ Red is shaking as he hangs from chains ]
Tech: I think we’re ready here.
Garrick: About bloody time. [ Garrick hits Red yet again. He hangs limply, feet not reaching floor ]
Guard: We’ve got company.

[ Gunfight at warehouse ends ]
Red’s man: What the hell is this place?
Red’s man: [ To Mr Kaplan ] He’s not here.

Alan Fitch: How are we?
Garrick: He’s ready for you, sir.
Fitch: Ray. It’s been, what – 20 years?
[ Red recognizes Fitch ]

[ At warehouse ]
Cooper: Tell me, Agent Keen, which part of “stand down” was unclear to you?
Liz: This wasn’t my operation. Fowler may have shut us down, but did you really think Reddington’s people weren’t gonna try to find him themselves?
Cooper: They did this without your involvement?
Liz: The only reason you’re standing here is because they trust me enough to involve me.
Cooper: Enlighten me. What is all this?
Liz: Some kind of operations outpost three miles from the post office. Seems to be manned by the same people who infiltrated our facility and kidnapped Reddington. That doesn’t concern you?
Cooper: I lost a dozen people today, Keen! That isn’t on you. It’s on me. No one wants the men who did this more than I do. But riding shotgun on an unsanctioned massacre isn’t the way to get it done.
⋘⋙
Aram: Excuse me, Director Cooper?
Cooper: What is it?
Aram: There’s something you need to see.

Fowler: I thought I was clear This task force is done.
Cooper: I think you’ll reconsider.
Fowler: Why in God’s name would I do that?
Cooper: Because this isn’t just about Reddington anymore. Agent Keen located a surveillance outpost a few miles from here. Next-gen tech, better than anything we have in the field.
Fowler: Surveillance on what?
Cooper: Us. They’ve been watching this task force for months. Phone taps, communications logs. We’re not sure to what extent. We were able to recover very little. The equipment and data were rigged to self-destruct.
Fowler: I don’t understand. How is this even possible?
Cooper: Something else you should know. They’ve been watching you, too.

Fitch: All right, that’s enough. Let him down. Come on. Get him a chair.
⋘⋙
Fitch: I don’t understand, Ray. None of this had to happen. I thought we had an arrangement.
Red: We do.
Fitch: Eh, I don’t know. The people I represent, they’re they’re nervous. We don’t know what to think. We could’ve killed you. I don’t mean today. I mean any day. I mean every day for the past two decades. But we don’t. We know what you have, Ray. And we know what’ll happen to it if you turn up dead. So we do nothing. We let you live. And in exchange, we– we trust that our secret remains secret.
Red: Nothing has changed.
Fitch: Oh, no. I’d say everything’s changed. Everything changed the minute you surrendered to the FBI. Did you think we wouldn’t know? Maybe you wanted to change our arrangement. Maybe you thought you could turn yourself in and, uh, find some new friends to protect you. Maybe you plan to expose us.
Red: No.
Fitch: What have you told, Ray?
Red: Nothing.
Fitch: Then what the hell are you doing here?
Red: My reasons have n- nothing to do with you.
Fitch: Well, I hope so. I really do. Because I’ve always liked you, Ray. You’re a pain in my neck, but I like you. Just know this. You were walking in the park this morning. We could’ve taken you then. Instead, we dragged you from the safety and security of the bed you’re now sharing with new friends. Why would we do a thing like that? To make it abundantly clear, there’s nowhere you can go. There’s no one you can trust to keep you from us.

Meera: Hmm? You were there? When Reddington’s people took the building? How many people were killed?
Liz: At least six. It was an outpost. Professionals. These people were highly trained. Like Garrick. What’s all this?
Meera: A waste of time. By Cooper’s directive, I reached out to a few of our colleagues at the Agency, informed them of our situation, and offered to contact my counterparts at the other black sites to share intel.
Liz: All these names are redacted.
Meera: So much for inter–agency cooperation.
Liz: You really think that Garrick had someone on the inside?
Meera: It’s possible. The only one beyond suspicion is Ressler, unless he used Garrick to shoot him in the leg to cover his tracks.
Liz: Is he still in surgery?
Meera: Four hours and counting.
Liz: [ Reading ] Hollins Ferry Road. I know that address. It says DCM What does that mean?
Meera: Decommissioned. Here I am trying to help, and the only names that aren’t blacked out are sites that are no longer in use.
Liz: Is that a church?
Meera: Well, that’s the cover story.
Liz: I’m gonna need satellite access to this address.
Meera: Why?
Liz: Because I think this might be where they’re holding Reddington.
Meera: Is this in Franklin Square?
Liz: Yeah. Why?
Meera: The ambulance that was used to abduct Reddington they found burning in a garage a quarter mile from there.

Liz: I think we found Reddington.
Cooper: Where?
Liz: A church in Baltimore – A decommissioned black site.
Cooper: A black site? You think that’s where they’re holding Reddington?
Liz: It makes sense. It’s the last place we would think of. And if he knew about this site, he’d know about others.
Cooper: What about it, Diane? I need an answer. Are we shut down or not?

Garrick: You should go, sir. I’ll take care of Reddington.
Fitch: No.
Garrick: We had a deal. I delivered him for interrogation. I took that risk because you promised.
I know what we promised.
Fitch: What I don’t know is whether he’s telling the truth. If you kill him, it could trigger whatever he has in place.
Garrick: With all due respect, sir, that’s not my problem.
Fitch: Excuse me?
Garrick: I lost a lot of men today. Couple of good ones. You had your talk. Now it’s my turn.

[ Red is tied to chair ]
Garrick: Just you and me again, Red. Just like the old days.
Red: Oh, give it a rest. We both know Fitch won’t let you finish it.
Garrick: That’s as may be. But you know what I can do, though, Red? I can find Lizzie. I can hurt her. I can make her suffer. And when I’m finished, I can kill her. Sometimes you just have to take what you can in this crazy world. Guess who taught me that, Red. You did. What? No smart quips? No?
[ Red coughs, leaning forward in chair ]
[ Garrick pulls up another chair, sits, leans over to look in Red’s face ]
Garrick: You’re not actually feeling something, are you, Red?
[ Lightning fast, Red slams Garrick’s head, then grabs and holds him ]
[ Red looks coldly into Garrick’s terrified face for several seconds ]
Garrick: Augh!
[ Garrick stiffens, then goes limp. Red lets Garrick’s body fall to the floor – after pulling a bloodied surgical scissors out of Garrick’s back ]
Red: Regret.

[ A team of armed commandos, followed by Meera, Liz and Cooper, arrive to find Garrick’s lifeless body ]
Liz: He was here.

Tom: In what world is any of this okay? The fact that you don’t see that, that this is somehow normal to you –
Liz: I’m sorry.
Tom: A man told me that he was gonna kill you. I’ve been attacked, I’ve been accused of murder, and now people are watching us. Apparently, there are cameras in our bedroom.
Liz: They’re gone.
Tom: Do you believe that? I need us together and safe. I meant what I said earlier. We need to leave this place.

[ Audrey, Ressler’s former fiancée, shows up at his hospital room ]
Ressler: Audrey? Hey. What are you doing here?
Audrey: I got a call. You okay?
Ressler: Yeah. Yeah, long story. Uh I’m fine. They called you?
Audrey: Bureau did. I guess I’m still on as your “next of kin.”
Ressler: Right. Your name’s still on that list. I meant to take it off. I’ve just been so busy, I –
Audrey: No, no, no. It’s okay. I get it. So, you’re okay?
Ressler: You’re engaged?
Audrey: It’s crazy, right?
Ressler: Tell me he’s fat and unemployed.
Audrey: He’s fat and unemployed.
Ressler: Mind staying for a few minutes?

Cooper: He was there. Lab tests confirm the blood was Reddington’s.♤
Fowler: Which means?
Cooper: As far as we can tell, he killed his captor and escaped.
Fowler: Then why aren’t you out hunting him down?
Cooper: I’m sorry? I thought we were in the “cover our asses” business, in containment mode.
Fowler: That ship has sailed, Harold. Someone is surveilling us, and we don’t know who. Reddington does.
Cooper: You don’t know that.
Fowler: We have a mole. That mole leaked intel leading to the abduction and torture of Reddington. It’s a simple math problem, Harold. Whoever is after Reddington is after us, and that means, as far as I’m concerned, that Reddington still has real value. The unit has a new focus – Finding him. As of this moment, the only target on the blacklist is Raymond Reddington.

♪ Can’t know what’s high
‘Til you’ve been down so low
The future’s bright,
Lit up with nowhere to go,
To and fro the pendulum throws

♪ We are here and then we go
My shadow left me long ago

[ Liz’s cell rings ]
Liz: Hello?
Red: Lizzie. Red.
Liz: Where are you?
Red: Gone for a short while.
Liz: Dembe’s looking for you. He says it’s urgent.
Red: Dembe will have to wait. Lizzie I want you to know, wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, if you are in need, I will be there.
Liz: The task force, Cooper – They’re searching for you. What should I tell them?
Red: I have to go.
Liz: Wait. One question, please. It’s about my father. Growing up, Sam, – He raised me like his own. He was my whole world. But he wasn’t my father.
Red: What is the question, Lizzie?

♪ I’m in the fire but I’m still cold …

Liz: Are you my father?♤
Red: [ Long pause ] No.

♪ Nothing works works for me anymore
Ah ah ah ah ah …

Red: Lizzie be careful of your husband.

♪ To and fro the pendulum throws
To and fro the pendulum throws

To and fro
To and fro

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah …

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♫ Pendulum
By Pearljam

Can’t know what’s high
‘Til you’ve been down so low
The future’s bright,
Lit up with nowhere to go,
To and fro the pendulum throws

We are here and then we go
My shadow left me long ago

Understand what we don’t know
This might pass
This might last
This may grow
Easy come and easy go
Easy left me a long time ago

I’m in the fire but I’m still cold
Nothing works works for me anymore

Ah ah ah ah ah
To and fro the pendulum throws
To and fro the pendulum throws

To and fro
To and fro

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🔴 Episode 1:11 Good Samaritan Killer

 
🔴 Episode 1:11 Good Samaritan Killer

First aired: 1/13/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-16b
Slideshow link: https://youtu.be/KnBcSy-NMus “The Mole Hunt: Aram” 8/25/2015
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1E50wDZ
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1USBSe1

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Brandon Margolis, Brandon Sonnier
Directed by: Dan Lerner

 

Episode 1:11 The Good Samaritan Killer

Blurb: Domestic abuse spurs deadly retaliation as one victim aims to even the score. Plus, Red’s rampage of revenge ( to ♫ Johnny Cash ♫ ) and his hunt for the mole.

 
Previously on The Blacklist
We have credible intelligence that you’re being targeted.
Red: Anslo Garrick got you to bring me here so that he could attack this facility.
How many people are going to die here today, Reddington?
⋘⋙
Wait.
No. Give me that damned chip!
⋘⋙
You obviously have a mole.
⋘⋙
What have you told, Ray?
Red: Nothing.
Then what the hell are you doing here?
⋘⋙
I’m gonna need satellite access to this address. Because I think this might be where they’re holding Reddington.
⋘⋙
There’s no one you can trust to keep you from us.
⋘⋙
You had your talk. Now it’s my turn.
I can kill Lizzie.
⋘⋙
We lost Reddington.
_______

Woman, to son: So, dad’s gonna pick you up after the party and take you to hockey. He’s got your equipment in the car, so Michael. Michael, are you listening?
Michael: Yes.
Woman: Hockey. Dad has the equipment. Two slices of pizza. That’s the limit.
Michael: Okay. Can I go?
Woman: Yes.
Michael: Okay.
⋘⋙
Man: “Lord Of The Flies.” Punch?
Woman: Excuse me?
Man: Would you like some punch? Strawberry, I think. James. I’m Baxter’s uncle.
Karen: Oh. Sorry. Karen.
James: Crazy, right? All that energy. They’re like puppies.
Karen: With laundry.
James: Right. Would you like a slice of cake?
Karen: I’m actually late to pick up my other puppy from piano, so – But thank you for the punch, though.
James: Sure.
[ Karen collapses on the pavement near her car ]

[ Karen awakes ]
James: Karen? Karen? Can you hear me?
Karen: Where am I? What happened?
James: You were drugged. Phenobarbital. What are you feeling, Karen? Can you tell me?
Karen: My head hurts. How did I get here? Am I gonna be okay?
James: No, Karen. You are not going to be okay at all.
Karen: Who are you? Where am I? Wait. W–w–what’s happening to me? Where am I?
James: Quite a chart here, Karen. Quite a chart, indeed.
Karen: Where am I?!
James: We are going to start by collapsing your left lung.
Karen: No!
James: Now, there’s going to be a sharp pain –
Karen: No.
James: – followed by an involuntary cough causing a shortness of breath.
Karen: Please, please. I don’t even know –
James: Once the lung fills with blood –
Karen: No.
James We’re going to move along the collarbone – more specifically the medial end of the left clavicle. It will cause severe pain.
Karen: No.
James: Well, let’s get started.
Karen: No.

911 Operator: What’s your emergency?
James: I’ve done it again.
911 Operator: Sir? Sir? Hello? Is anyone there?

Tom: Hey. You know there’s a, uh, surveillance van parked outside all night?
Liz: Everyone at the post office is under mandatory surveillance till they identify the leak.
Tom: You make it sound like they’re here to protect us.
Liz: They are.
Tom: So, I applied for a job in Lincoln. Before you throw that coffee cup at me, just hear me out. Okay? There are great schools. There is low crime. There’s an FBI field office. I just want to be a normal, boring couple – no hidden cameras, no fake passports, no surveillance vans outside.
Liz: So do I. But not in Nebraska.
Tom: Well, they asked me to fly out for an interview.
Liz: Hang on. You’re leaving?
Tom: Well, the interview’s tomorrow, so I’m flying out this afternoon.
Liz: We need to talk about us, but – [Phone call] My God.
Tom; What is it?

Cooper: You’re positive it’s him?
Liz: Same surgical precision, same call to 911. This is the guy.
Cooper: Mobile psych can handle it.
Liz: I rode lead on this case.
Cooper: That’s why they’re requesting a liaison. Our only job right now is finding Raymond Reddington.
Liz: This case is important to me. It’s personal. If it’s personal to me, it’s personal to Reddington. He may reach out, try to help make this his case.

Woman: OPR is ready.
OPR: In the last three weeks, have you had contact with Reddington?
Liz: No.
OPR: Tell me this, Agent Keen – is your husband cleared to know the location of this black site?
Liz: No.
OPR: And yet you brought him here.
Liz: As part of an investigation.
OPR: What investigation?
Liz: You can look into that. All the information is here.
OPR: Are you refusing to answer?
Liz: Yes.
⋘⋙
OPR: What happened in that box with Reddington?
Ressler: He saved my life and then threatened to kill me. What he said while doing that is none of your business.
⋘⋙
OPR: According to the report from your therapist, you feel guilty about what happened during the raid.
Aram: Of course I do. I shot a man. I thought what I said in therapy was confidential.
OPR: You shot a terrorist. Why would you feel guilty about that?
Aram: Because he’s human?
⋘⋙
OPR: I’ll ask again.
Meera: Let’s just assume I’m your mole. Do you really believe a little chitchat here is gonna get you anywhere?
OPR: You’re suggesting –
Meera: – Controlled fear, hypothermia, sleep deprivation. Do the words “Advanced interrogation” not mean anything to you?
⋘⋙
OPR: Where were you when the site was taken?
Liz: I was on my way here. I was late.
OPR: That was convenient.

Diane Fowler: She’s a suspect, Harold. They all are.
Cooper: Yes. And we’re turning their lives inside out. Every bank loan, ATM withdrawal –
Fowler: Putting Keen on the street is a mistake.
Cooper: Keen is our best shot at drawing him out.
Fowler: ODNI wants to know how a US black site less than 5 miles from Capitol Hill was compromised. We have problems, Harold. You can’t even account for all the victims. Security cameras knocked out – You lost a body. How is that even possible?
Cooper: We don’t know. We think Reddington had something to do with it.

Ressler: Tell me, our guy – what do you got on the victims?
Liz: Seven so far. All different ages, incomes. He always acted unpredictably. We could never figure out his trigger, only that he’s trying to make a statement.
Ressler: What kind of a statement?
Liz: He never kills his victims. He always calls 911, allows first responders a chance to save their lives. That’s why the papers call him The Good Samaritan.

Brodine: What’s happened? Are you sure it’s my wife?
Liz: That’s what we need you to confirm for us, sir. I’m sorry.
Ressler: What’s your boy’s name?
Brodine: Michael.
Ressler: Why don’t you take Mr. Brodine inside here? And I’ll hang out with Michael. If that’s okay with you.
Brodine: Yeah.
Ressler: How are you doing? My name’s Don.
Michael: My dad in trouble?
Ressler: I don’t know.
Michael: He steal a car?
Ressler: No.
Michael: Did he rob a bank? He’s a bookie.
Ressler: What happened to your leg?
Michael: Oh, I tripped playing soccer. I broke my collarbone.
Ressler: Ooh! Bet that hurt.
Michael: When’s my dad coming back?

[ Luli’s body lies in a coffin ]
Red: Arrange transport of her ashes personally. I want it done properly.

[ ♫ ] “And I heard, as it were,
the noise of thunder one of the four beasts saying, ‘
Come and see. ‘and I saw,
and behold a white horse.”

[ In rest room, Red comes up behind man and pins him to the wall ]
Man: The hell are you looking at? Aah! Aah!
Red: I want you to tell me about your friend – the man with the apple.
⋘⋙
Man: I don’t know. We never met before the job. I swear. I didn’t even know his name.
Red: How did you communicate?
Man: By the phones. Everything was anonymous. Nobody knew anybody. We all had jobs.
Red: Tell me about these jobs.
⋘⋙
Paramedic: I’ve never worked with any of these people before. I was told to be on standby for a 48–hour window. They said I had under four minutes to pull a chip from your neck.
Red: Who told you you had four minutes?
Paramedic: The people who paid me.
Red: How were you paid?
Paramedic: Cash, at a drop.
Red: Where?
Paramedic: It was always a different place, different locations. They picked me up in an ambulance. I didn’t even know where we were going.
⋘⋙
Red: So, you had no knowledge of either the location or a target?
Doctor: No. I’m surprised it was you. I was just hired to supply the injections and monitor your vital signs.
⋘⋙
Red: How were you paid?
Paramedic: In cash at the site.
Red: What denomination were the bills?
Paramedic: He paid in $5s and $10s. Nothing larger than a $20. I’ve told you everything, I promise.
Red: I know you have. You have such a pretty face. And a paramedic. What a shame.

“And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts.
And I looked, and behold a pale horse,
and his name that sat on him was Death,
and hell followed with him”

[ Corpses of the Man and the Paramedic are shown ]

[ Liz comes home, finds note from Tom: “… We’ll figure it all out” ]
Liz: Hello?
Red: Lizzie.
Liz: Where are you?
Red: I read about that poor woman they found in Albany. Sounded awfully familiar.
Liz: The Good Samaritan.
Red: Are you back on the case, I hope?
Liz: They’re going to find you.
Red: This one’s important to you, isn’t he? Why? What on Earth happened? I only ask on the chance that I may be able to help.
Liz: One of the earliest victims – she died in my arms. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
Red: You missed something, didn’t you?
Liz: Serial killers escalate. This one doesn’t. The victims and methods vary. I could never see the pattern the profile. Still can’t.
Red: I don’t know about serial killers, but I do know about torture, and there is no one–size–fits–all. If you really want to hurt someone, you need to tailor your attack specifically to that person. Perhaps the killer’s methods, the injuries he inflicts tell you less about him and more about his victims. I got to go.
Liz: Wait.

Liz: [ On phone ] I think I’ve got something.
⋘⋙
Ressler: You’ve spoken with Reddington.
Liz: Yes. He called.
Meera: He called when? Did you tell Cooper?
Liz: Not yet. We talked about the case.
Ressler: We’re all under suspicion here. He called, and you didn’t report it?
Liz: I will, but something he said about the case – We’ve been focused on the killer. We should be focused on the victims. The most recent victim’s son, Michael, broke his collarbone.
Ressler: Yeah. He told me at the morgue.
Liz; I looked through his medical records. He broke a lot more than that – broken ribs, collapsed lung, blunt trauma to the liver and kidneys. The boy was abused. These are the autopsy x–rays of the most recent victim. Every fracture, every injury the son had, the killer gave to the mother. Ressler: We should bring the boy in.

Cooper: Malik. Alone. ⋘⋙ You’ve been officially cleared.
Meera: That took long enough.
Cooper: We still have some doubts about the others. We’ve been monitoring a variety of offshore accounts linked to Garrick’s team. Contact the banks. Subpoena them if necessary. I want to know whose name is on what account and where that money came from. I’m counting on your discretion.
Meera: I think you should know Reddington reached out to Agent Keen.
Cooper: And said what exactly?
Meera: She won’t say.

[ Red enters bar or nightclub, takes out three or four guys in 💥blaze of gunfire💥 Shoots Fyodor in thigh ]
Red: Hello, Fyodor.
Fyodor: Hey! Okay! Cool out! I can make this right! Just talk to me!
Red: Oh, yes, Fyodor. We’re gonna talk, all right.
[ Red pours glugs from a bottle of gin or vodka on Fyodor’s wound, takes a swig from the bottle ]
Red: Honestly, I don’t understand you, Fyodor. With all the business you do, and you’re still funneling the money through your nightclubs, paying contracts in 5s and 10s ’cause you’re too cheap to pay the commission for clean cash. Anyway, I get sidetracked. I’ve come for your banker. Who is the banker?
Fyodor: I can’t – [ Red splashes the vodka in Fyodor’s face ]
[ Red lights a cigar and swipes the match close to Fyodor ]
Red: The first time I ever smoked a cigar was with Marnie Petersen in fifth grade. Funny, little, bat–faced girl. I adored her. The bank.
Fyodor: Please.
Red: How about I make this as simple as possible? There are five bankers on the East Coast who were capable of financing a mission like Garrick’s. I run money through four of them.
Which one?
Fyodor: Okay! Oh, okay! The money was wired from Gestalten Landesbank, the New York office. We have a man there. I swear that’s all I know!
Red: Thank you.
Fyodor: Okay. So – so that’s it? We’re finished?
Red: Yes, we’re finished.
[ Red dumps the rest of the very large bottle of vodka or gin over Fyodor’s head then puts the burning cigar in Fyodor’s mouth. After several seconds, he says: ]
Red: Oh, my God. The suspense is killing me. [ Red shoots Fyodor in the heart, turns and leaves ]

Michael: I don’t like to talk about that.
Ressler: I know, Mike. I know. We really need to, okay?
Brodine: Hey. You’re not in trouble. I promise.
Ressler: So, you broke your arm and your wrist?
Michael: I fell off my bike.
Ressler: And last year, you broke your collarbone and, uh, broke your ankle?
Michael: They were accidents. That’s all I’m supposed to say.
Ressler: Who told you to say that?
Brodine:: It’s okay, Michael. Tell him what you told me. No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.
Michael: My mom.

Meera: Michael’s mother was abusing him for years, and now she ends up dead.
Ressler: The same injuries she inflicted on Michael.
Liz: Normally, the father would be the prime suspect, but that doesn’t fit. I mean, even if he wanted to hurt her for abusing their son, what about the other victims? Unless it’s the same motive.
Ressler: Our unsub’s somebody who targets the abusers.
Meera: Like a vigilante killer.
Ressler: Let’s run background checks. We need to know what other victims have loved ones with identical injuries.

[ The man who killed Michael Brodine’s mother, the Good Samaritan Killer, is shown with #ACA shriveled, wheelchair-bound woman ]
Samaritan: Beautiful. See, mother? Some things do remain the same. Okay. I have to go to work now. Yes, I know. I don’t want to leave you either. But I promise I’ll be home soon.

[ Samaritan is at work in a hospital ]
Samaritan: Mrs. Wilkinson, you have had quite a year. Three trips to the ER in the past 10 months. Detached retina, concussion, fractured jaw, and now a broken wrist.
Mrs Wilkinson: You can see all that?
Samaritan: In your file.
Mrs Wilkinson: I’m a total space cadet. I guess I should try to be more careful.
[ She looks fearfully at her husband who is looking ominously at her ]
Samaritan: I guess so.

Red: Henry.
Henry: What the hell are you … My wife will be down here any minute.
Red: Great. I’d love to meet the wife.
Henry: Mr. Reddington, we have a dinner engagement. Don’t you think it’s best you and I make an appointment for another time?
Red: There’s been a nasty bit of business – blood spilled, lives lost. A modicum of torture words don’t fully describe. I know who’s responsible. I know who carried it out.
Henry: Mr. Reddington, I have no idea –
Red: I’ve tied up all the loose ends but one. To finish the job, I’ll need all your wire and transfer records pertaining to the operation.
Henry: Mr. Reddington, I have no idea who –
Red: Please, Henry. Stop. You were the bank. Henry. You were the bank.
Henry: This puts me in a real situation. Listen. I’ll do anything I can to help. I’ll need time to –
Red: You’ll hear from me tomorrow.

Meera: [ To Cooper ] You need to see this. One of the offshore accounts was used to launder money from Gestalten Landesbank into this dummy account in Manhattan.
Cooper: Louis Coogan. That’s our mole?
Meera: Well, that’s his alias. Turn the page.
[ A photo of Aram Mojtabai is on account ID record for Louis Coogsn ]
Cooper: Bring him in.

FBI: [ At Aram’s home ] Clear! Clear. He’s not here.
Meera: Find him now.

 

Blacklist 1:11 Mole Hunt: Aram – Slideshow (3:15 mins)

 

Red: Hello, Aram.
Aram: What – what is this? Where am I?
Red: You’re going to do something for me. Account numbers, routing information. You’re going to steal $5 million from that account and place it into one of mine. I expect the transaction to be untraceable.
Aram: What? I can’t.
Red: Aram this is a Colt .45 1911. I can strip and reassemble this weapon – in well under two minutes.
Aram: Mr. Reddington, please.
Red: Once I have it reassembled, I’m gonna reload the mag, and if at that time, your task remains incomplete, I’m gonna empty that mag into your head.
Aram: That’s really messed up.♤
Red: Don’t look so stricken. The first shot will kill you.♤
Aram: Wait. … Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! … I did it. It’s done. Look. It’s untraceable, like you asked.
Red: How? Explain.
Aram: I used a ripple exchange to have the Fiat currency converted to e–cash and then into Bitcoin. I ran the whole transaction through a randomized cryptographic extension at the protocol level, then through a two–tiered secure laundry service I know I can trust. No one’s gonna catch you. I promise.
Red: A souvenir. You’re innocent.
Aram: I am? I mean, I am! Wait. Of what?♤
Red: The team that broke into the black site was paid through Gestalten Landesbank. My contact there traced a $250,000 payment to a covert account belonging to Louis Coogan.
Aram: Louis who?
Red: It’s an alias, for you. Someone is attempting to implicate you as a mole by creating a money trail that leads directly to you. You’re obviously far too clever to have accepted payment that was so easily traceable.
Aram: You’re not gonna kill me.
Red: No. I’m going to find somebody else, and I’m going to kill them.♤

[ Group therapy setting ]
Mr Wilkinson: I never want to hurt her. I just – There’s this anger that takes over. It’s like I’m someone else, you know?
Man: And we all know that powerless feeling –
Another man: But it’s our addiction to power and control that leads to domestic violence.
Victor [ The Good Samaritan Killer ]: I’d like to share something. First time here. My name is Victor.
[ Group participants: ]
– Hello, Victor.
– Hello, Victor.
– Hello, Victor.
Victor/Samaritan: I was a victim. My mother. She called it tough love. It was abuse. I refused to see her for nearly 10 years, till I realized avoiding her and pretending those things never happened. Took a long time. But I figured out a way to reconcile with her. It has been hard on both of us, but we’ve worked out a process. Call it a home remedy that has allowed us to move forward. And now we’re closer than we’ve ever been.
Victor to Mr Wilkinson: What you said in group really meant a lot to me.
Wilkinson: I understand. I’m, uh, George, by the way. [ Hold out hand. They shake ]
Victor/Samaritan: I know.

Janice: Henry? I’m so glad you’re home. We have company.
Red: You never told me you rowed crew for Dartmouth. Don’t worry, Henry. I haven’t told her all our war stories. Well, a few. You have a lovely wife. We’ve been getting to know each other. Come here, you old such and such. [ Big hug. Whispers in his ear: ] I know what you’ve done.
Janice: I invited Bernard to stay for dinner. I have a Stroganoff on the burner.
Red: I hope you don’t mind if I stay. I do love Stroganoff.
Henry: Let me wash up. [ Leaves ]
Red: [ To Janice ] You’re fun.
⋘⋙
Henry: [ On phone ] He’s here. No! Here in my house. Wait. I’m gonna call the police. Just get somebody here. Get a car here as soon as you can.
⋘⋙
Janice: Would you like rice or noodles, Bernard?
Red: Whichever is quicker.
Henry: I gave you what you asked for.
Red: No, Henry. You gave me the bank transfers pointing to a patsy.
Janice: What’s he talking about?
Henry: Janice, shh. You should never have come here into my home. They’re on their way.
Red: Nearly everyone has been accounted for, except one. Who else got paid?
Henry: Red, please. They will kill me if I say a word about any of –
[ Red shoots him in the knee ]
Janice: God! What on Earth?! –
Red: Who else got paid?
Janice: Henry! You monster! What have you done?!
Red: Please, Janice. Stop with the yelling. It’s just a flesh wound.
Janice: He shot you!
Red: The next bullet goes in your stomach if you don’t start talking. I want a name.
Janice: I have to call an ambulance. He needs a doctor!
Red: Janice, if you don’t stop, – I’m gonna put you in the closet.
Henry: Red, please. I need to call Dr. Wright. He will come to the house!
No doctor – What are you doing?!
Stop it! Aah! No! Aah! [ Red pushes her into closet ]
Red: Henry, give me the name.
Let me out of here!
Red: Janice if you don’t stop your yammering, I’m gonna have to shoot through this door, which will be a shame, because I won’t have any idea what I’m shooting at. Give me a name, Henry, or I’m gonna drag you out, throw you in the trunk, fly you to Papua New Guinea, and have your head stuck on a pole.
Henry: Newton Phillips. [Red’s assistant]
Red: Janice, my sincerest apologies. I’ll take a rain check on the Stroganoff. It smells delicious.

[ Television: ] A saw is an important piece of equipment in this winter activity.
Victor: Mother, we have another guest. Neal.
[ Television: ] What is ice fishing? Correct. Fishing for $800.
Victor: [ Victor pushes his mother’s wheelchair around the house to the large outbuilding in the back ] I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry. We’ll be done in time for supper. ⋘⋙ Mother this is George Wilkinson. George is married to a lovely woman by the name of Melissa. George, this is my mother, Louise.

Liz: Every one of The Good Samaritan’s victims had a family member with identical injuries – fractured skulls, broken bones, torn retinas. All of them either the victim’s spouse or child. All of them classic signs of physical abuse.
Cooper: You think your serial killer only targets people who hurt others?
Liz: How else do you explain this?
Ressler: Every one of these family members was at a different hospital, different insurance, different doctors. There’s nothing that ties them together.
Liz: Yes, there is. Nurse Karl Hoffman. [ AKA “Victor”] He was on call every time one of the family members was brought into the ER. He’s a locum tenens. He fills in for short–staffed hospitals, like a substitute teacher.
Ressler: We’re getting warrants for his home address and the last hospital he reported to.
Cooper: Good. Get moving.

[ At hospital: ]
Liz: Hoffman’s not here. He wrapped up his shift at 4:00. What did you find on your end?
Ressler: Nothing at his residence either.
Liz: I already pulled the medical records of all the patients he saw on his last shift.
Ressler: You think he’s already identified his next victim?
Liz: I sure as hell hope not.
⋘⋙
Nurse: Okay. So, you wanted a list of all the patients Hoffman saw today?
Liz: Yeah, specifically ones who came in with broken bones.
Nurse: Right. Well, there’s only one patient that fit that description – Melissa Wilkinson. She had a fractured wrist. I think she came in with her husband.
Liz: Okay.

Karl Hoffman/James/Victor/Samaritan: April 9, 2011. Torn retina, left eye. How did you do that, George? Hmm? Blow to the head? Accidental push down the stairs? See, I like to replicate the experience as best I can. Oh, well. No matter. I have plenty of tools that will achieve the same effect. See, George, I suffered my share of pain as a child courtesy of the one person in this world who was supposed to protect me. I found it inconceivable that a person could hurt someone who they claim to love – and not just hurt, but torture repeatedly. But then, one day, I realized she wasn’t experiencing pain. It was the opposite. She was actually experiencing pleasure. See, George I believe that the only way that an abuser can truly understand the experience of the victim is to have that experience themselves. And that’s what you’re doing here today, George. And that’s what mother is here today for, too – so she never forgets what I experienced all those years. And now you will never forget what your wife experienced all those years.

Mrs Wilkinson: Is George in some kind of trouble?
Liz: Melissa, I need to ask you a difficult question. Has your husband been abusing you?
Mrs Wilkinson: No. Of course not.
Liz: I’m aware of your visit to the ER. You’ve been interviewed by a caseworker in the past.
Mrs Wilkinson: We’ve had some problems. Every marriage does. But he’s getting help. He’s been going to group classes at the church twice a week. In fact, he went today.

Group leader: He was here for the meeting.
Liz: Did he seem to be in any kind of distress?
Group leader: Not that I could tell.
Ressler: Was he with anyone?
Group leader: No. He always comes alone. Actually, come to think of it, though, he was chatting with a new member after the session.
Ressler: New member?
Liz: [ shows photo ] Is this the man he was with?
Group leader: Yeah. He introduced himself to the group, told us his story. Told us about his mother, the abuse.
Liz: Thank you. ⋘⋙ He’s taking back control in the place where it was taken away from him – his childhood home.

Hoffman/Samaritan: Okay. Let’s see. What’s next? A concussion. Do you know what a concussion technically is, George? It is a blow with significant enough blunt force that it literally causes the brain to rattle around inside of your skull. This won’t do, ’cause there was also a vertical laceration along with the concussion. What did you do, George? Huh? What did you throw at her? Huh? A bottle! Huh?
Wilkinson: A bottle of beer!
Hoffman: What’s that, George?
Wilkinson: A bottle of beer!
Hoffman/Samaritan: A bottle of beer! Of course it was. Keep an eye on him, mother. I need to run to the kitchen. I’m afraid we’ve run out of time, mother. We’re going to have to expedite the procedure.
Liz: Step away from him!
Hoffman/Samaritan: Why should I? Do you have any idea what this man has done? This man is a monster!
Liz: That may be, but killing him isn’t gonna solve anything.
Hoffman/Samaritan: Tell that to his wife. We don’t have the luxury of your simple morality. Talk to me when you’ve been a victim.
Liz: Drop the hammer! One more body isn’t gonna make a difference.
Hoffman/Samaritan: I think it will especially if it’s the right body. [ He is aboit to attack his mother with the hammer when Liz shoots him ]

Mrs. Wilkinson: Agent Keen.
Liz: Mrs. Wilkinson, I’m gonna need to speak with your husband alone for a moment.
Mrs. Wilkinson: Of course.
Liz: Actually, wait. Metro PD is looking into charges against you, but without Melissa’s cooperation, I don’t know what will stick. What I do know is this – if you ever touch her again, if you so much as look at her sideways, I will find you. And I will do to you myself what I probably should have let Karl Hoffman do to you in that garage. Do you understand?

Police come in with Aram: He surrendered himself in the parking lot. He’s unarmed.
Cooper: Before I call OPR, let’s hear it.
Aram: It’s from Mr. Reddington. It’s evidence.
Cooper: Reddington reached out to you?
Aram: Well, yes. He– Uh, yes. Uh, we had a chat – at gunpoint, actually. Long story long, he identified the leak.
Cooper: Who the hell is Newton Phillips?

[ Red is on a high cliff. He scatters Luli’s ashes into the water below, then turns his attention to Newton Phillips ]
Red: Newton.
Newton: So it’s finished?
Red: If you had come to me, I could have helped you. We could have avoided all of this. But now we can’t.
Newton: They threatened my family.
Red: Of course they did. Newton, I’ll take care of your family, whatever they need.
Newton: My wife she has no idea. If you could make it look like an accident, for her.
Red: Look out at the water. Just look out at the water.
[ Red strangles him with a chokehold ]

[ Diane Fowler, Alan Fitch and others are meeting ]
Diane Fowler: The assassination attempt failed. Our asset survived.
Man: What asset? You still haven’t given us a name.
Fowler: What I can confirm is that the person responsible for the breach of security has been eliminated.
Fitch: And who was that?
Fowler: In accordance with NSPD –
Fitch: Cut the crap, Diane. The Senate Subcommittee briefing is in under an hour, and I am not walking into Congress without the name of that mole.
Fowler: Well, that’s too bad, because I’m not giving it to you. To do so would compromise the identity of our asset. What I can tell you is that this particular threat to our national security died with him.
Fitch: Based on what? Your word? Scout’s honor? For all we know, your asset is the threat to national security, and the effort to eliminate him was the work of a patriot.
Fowler: I can assure you it wasn’t.
Fitch: And I can assure you that your assurances make you sound incredibly naive.

[ Door opens, closes, footsteps ]
Liz: Thank you for coming back. I don’t want to fight, Tom. Let’s just talk.
[ It’s not Tom. It’s Red ]
Red: Tom’s at the airport.
Liz: What the hell are you doing here?
Red: How did things go with your case? Congratulations. I’m proud of you.
Liz: Does this mean you’re back?
Red: I don’t know. My house is clean. But yours is not.
Liz: What does that mean?
Red: The deficit that I found in my organization could not have supplied all the knowledge required for the incursion to take place. That would have been supplied by someone with far greater access.
Liz: Someone on the inside.
Red: It would seem so.
Liz: Therefore, we’re back where we began.
Red: Me speaking with you.
Liz: Well, then. Welcome back. Where have you been, anyway?
Red: Out and about.
Liz: Did you bring me anything?
Red: Yes. The next name on the blacklist.

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♫ “The Man Comes Around”
By Johnny Cash

♪ And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: “Come and see.” And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.

♪ There’s a man goin’ ’round takin’ names.
An’ he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won’t be treated all the same.
There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.

♪ The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter’s ground.
When the man comes around.

♪ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin’.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born an’ some are dyin’.
It’s Alpha’s and Omega’s Kingdom come.

♪ And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

♪ Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they’ll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.

♪ Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around.

♪ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin’.
Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born an’ some are dyin’.
It’s Alpha’s and Omega’s Kingdom come.

♪ And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

♪ In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.

♪ And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1Ne0Hjg
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1DYrfT0

 

༺ ♤ ༻

♫ Line of Fire
By Junip

♪ What would you do
if it all came back to you?
Each crest of each wave
bright as lightning.

♪ What would you say
if you had to leave today?
leave everything behind
even though for once, you’re shining.

♪ Standing on higher ground
when you hear the sounds
you realize it’s just the wind.
And you notice it matters
who and what you let under your skin.

♪ Put to the test
would you step back from the line of fire?
Hold everything back
all emotions set aside it.

♪ Convince yourself
someone else
and fight from the world
your lack of confidence.
What you choose to believe in
takes you much too far
takes you much too far.

♪ No one else around you
no one to understand you
no one to hear your calls.
Look through all your dark corners
you’re backed up against the wall
step back from the line of fire.

♪ What would you do
if it all came back to you?
each crest of each wave
bright as the lightning
do the same as you do
do the same as you do
do the same as you,
do the same as you.

♪ I do the same as you,
♪ Do the same as you
do the same as you do
What you choose to believe in
takes you much too far

♪ No one else around you
no one to understand you
no one to hear your calls.
Look through all your dark corners
you’re backed up against the wall
Step back from the line of fire …

♪ Step back
Step back
Step back

Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1Pw1Pxb
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1K2taqx

END 1:11 ❌❌❌
 

༺ ✿⊰ ♤ ⊱✿༻

 

🔴 Episode 1:12 The Alchemist

 
🔴 Episode 1:12 The Alchemist

First aired: 1/20/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
Permalink: http://wp.me/pDKwi-16b
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1USC5Or
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1K5zM7q

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Anthony Sparks
Directed by: Vince Misiano

 

Episode 1:12 The Alchemist

Blurb: The Alchemist is a “lab rat” who works with a palette of techniques to ‘turn one person into another’ as far as evidence discovery is concerned. Plus, who is Jolene Parker?

 
Previously on The Blacklist
I just want to be a normal, boring couple.
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I applied for a job in Lincoln.
You’re leaving?
Well, the interview’s tomorrow. I’m flying out this afternoon.
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Red:Someone with far greater access supplied all the knowledge required for the incursion to take place.
Liz: Someone on the inside.
Red: My house is clean. But yours is not.
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Ressler: Audrey? Hey.
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Liz: What are you doing here? Did you bring me anything?
Red: Yes. The next name on the blacklist –

━━━━━━━

Red: – There’s someone I think you should find. He’s a man who protects the guilty by preying on the innocent. He’s killed women, children, infants if need be– whatever the particular job calls for. I bring this to your attention because I’ve learned that he’s been contracted to protect Pytor Madrczyk and his wife.
Liz: The mob informant?
Red: The same.
Liz: And this blacklister – does he have a name?
Red: They call him the Alchemist.

[ Dreamy, drugged, voices echoing. Man and woman kissing ]

Woman: Whoa.

♪ what you got going on?

Man: You okay?
Woman: I’m fine.

♪ behind those eyes closed holding on
Oh. I don’t want another

Woman: What’s going on?
Man: I don’t know.

♪ day to break

Liz: Why do they call him the Alchemist?
Red: Because he relies upon science to transform one person into another.

[ Woman comes to on plane, transformed from long blonde hair to short, sculpted brunette hair. First her clothing and nails seen unfamiliar. Then she looks in the mirror of a compact and panics. The man across from her is sleeping. She sees his wallet on the table between them and finds his passport ]
Woman: Pytor! – Pytor, where am I?!
Man: Huh? Where am I?!
Woman: What’s going on?! Where are you taking me?!
Man: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Ow. My teeth. Are we on a plane?
Woman: Yes, we’re on a plane!
Man: What the –
[ Stewardess is lying face-down on the floor ]
woman: Pytor, is she okay? Is she dead?!
Man: Why are you calling me “Pytor”?!
Woman: Your passport!
Man: I don’t have a passport! I don’t like to fly! I don’t have tattoos!
Who are you?
Pilot: Your pilot. Better buckle up.
[ Pilot jumps out of the plane ]
Robovoice: Flight low. Flight low, flight low.
No! [ 💥Crash!💥]

Meera: The victims of the plane crash were identified as Pytor and Catherine Madrczyk – ex-Serbian mob, turned informants. Reddington said these people were gonna disappear. Now they’re burned beyond recognition.
Cooper: What’s his explanation?
Liz: He hasn’t given me one, sir.
Cooper: So call him. Get him in here.
Liz: He’ll only meet off–site. He doesn’t think the mole hunt ends with Newton Phillips. Reddington believes there’s someone on the inside.
Cooper: Well, the DOJ disagrees. They’re satisfied it’s over. Whoever was surveilling us– they’re not working on this unit.
What I’m concerned about at the moment is this case. If this crash is not an accident, then I want to know what it is. So meet with Reddington. Get him to talk.

[ Red is visiting an operation that reassembles documents from shredded government papers ]
Borakove: Here’s where we are on your mole hunt. Yadin spent three days reviewing “tragedy texts” between government employees on and around the day the black site was breached. We’ve been sifting through phone calls, digital data– everything.
Red: You’re burying the lead, Borakove.
Borakove: It’s just we haven’t quite – I mean, another week or two and –
Red: There he is. We brought a little something for Julian – a care package. It’s a Tibetan singing bowl. What do we have here? Some jackfruit, vitamin D, kola nuts. But we’ve got to get him to eat more protein. He looks like hell. He isn’t vegan, is he? Anyway, I’ve also included a couple of my favorite Richard Pryor records. I want to try and inject a little levity into the proceedings. I mean, Julian looks so crabby all the time. House arrest can be grueling.
Borakove: Didn’t you spend, like, four months – in Phonthong?
Red: Seven.
Borakove: How did you survive?
Red: Naps. Occasional calisthenics. So, the defense fund – where do we stand?
Borakove: Well, we’ve put together an amazing team, – but it’s expensive.
Red: He’s been holed up at that embassy for, what, two years now? It could go on forever and cost a fortune. I’m practically bankrolling the entire defense fund as it is. For that, I need best efforts. Surely, there’s some stone you’ve left unturned.
Borakove: We have a man inside a company that shreds classified documents, mostly private firms that do business with the government. We’ve got mountains of raw data. It’s just not worth the trouble.Not only is it impossible to reassemble, it’s second–tier intel.
Red: Put it together.
Borakove: You’re kidding, right?
Red: Borakove, I hate sarcasm, and I love puzzles.

[ Liz meets Red inside a synagogue. He’s wearing a yarmulke ]
Liz: I think I was followed.
Red: You were – by my people.
Liz: Is this really necessary?
Red: Yes. It’s a sanctuary. And until the deficit in your organization is found, I’m keeping a low profile.
Liz: You were wrong about Madrczyk. You said the Alchemist was hired to protect him. Now he’s dead.
Red: Pytor Madrczyk is alive.
Liz: No, he’s dead.
Red: Your medical examiner has it wrong.
Liz: It’s been confirmed by the lab– DNA tests. Dental prints.
Red: Yes.
Liz: Y–you can’t change DNA.
Red: Well, the Alchemist can. Lizzie, this man is a forensic virtuoso. He’s an artist who paints in blood and saliva samples. Human tissue is his canvas. I’m not ashamed to say he’s even better than me at helping people disappear, which is why Madrczyk hired him and not myself.
Liz: Wait. Madrczyk tried to hire you?
Red: Competition is fierce.
Liz: Are you telling me that you know where he wanted to flee?
Red: If I tell you, you have to promise me you’ll try the fertilized duck eggs. It’s a daring and unique dining experience. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to hell.

[ Liz, Ressler and Meera are in Budapest ]
Liz: You have eyes on the target?
Meera: Target is dead. Hold tight while I look for his ghost.
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Ressler: [ To Liz ] My ex, Audrey – she’s getting married. She just texted me again. Wants to meet for drinks to talk about Tassels.
Liz: Tassels? Is that her dog?
Ressler: No, it’s the guy. He’s a hedge–fund guy – pink shirt, loafers with those tassels. Anyway, the thing is, I got to tell her I’m happy for her when I’m not. The guy’s a tool.

Meera: I have eyes on him. He’s headed your way.
Liz: Any sign of the wife?
Meera: Nope.
Liz: It’s him. Everyone in position.
[ Liz tails Madrczyk, but he get suspicious and makes a break for it. He pulls a gun on Liz, but Ressler has a gun on him. They have him ]

[ TV: ] Officials are blaming engine failure for the plane crash that clai–

Liz: Hey. You’re home. How was the job interview?
Tom: I didn’t go. I mean, I got there, but I couldn’t. Because all I could think about was you and your dad.
Liz: My dad?
Tom: You know, just everything that you’ve been through. And I realized I can’t put you in that position of choosing between your career and me.
Liz: Thank you.
Tom: You’re welcome. But Jeni is due in six weeks, and I think she’s expecting us to take her baby. I’m expecting us to take her baby.
Liz: I think about it all the time.
Tom: Do you? ‘Cause we never talk about it. It used to be all that mattered.
Liz: I know. I would quit my job if I could – I know you don’t believe that.
Tom: No, no. I’m not asking you to quit your job. I just need you to be more safe and to be more present.
Liz: I can do that. I promise.
Tom: And you have so many secrets. And I wish you didn’t, because I don’t have any secrets. Except one thing. I may have watched the last Real Housewives in my hotel room without you.
Liz: I know. It showed up on our Netflix queue.
Tom: Sorry.
Liz: I will do anything to make this easier.
Tom: Yeah? Anything?
Liz: Anything.
Tom: Oh. You remember Mrs. Sutton? She wanted to throw us a baby shower, – invite all the teachers.
Liz: Please tell me she’s not.
Tom: We’re hosting.

Liz: We got the autopsy results back for the male victim on the plane. The dental plates pulled by the ME were within the margin of error– not perfect, but close enough to determine a match. Then, when they inspected the teeth themselves, they found they’d been altered.
Cooper: What do you mean, “altered”?
Liz: His teeth had been surgically replaced, some of them filed, modified.
Cooper: Okay. Filing teeth I get… It’s strange. …But the DNA?
Liz: Somehow, the Alchemist got Madrczyk’s DNA into the body of this john doe.

[ With Red again, at the synagogue ]
Liz: How does he do it?
Red: I don’t know even half of it. I’ve heard rumors– removing the white blood cells from the victim and replacing them with the red blood cells of his client, leaving clone DNA at crime scenes to mislead the police, even incorporating synthetic DNA into genuine human tissue.
Liz: So this isn’t just evidence tampering. This is genetic manipulation.
Red: Yes. It’s a trade in death. The guilty give their blood and genetic identity.mThe innocent give their life for the guilty to live. If you find the Alchemist, you have a chance to resurrect the dead, to bring to justice some of the most vile creatures who ever lived.

Liz: April 2009 – an $8 billion Ponzi scheme wipes out the savings of every account holder at Chariton National. December 2011– seven people are found dead in a diner, victims of a mob hit. Two months later, the Bronx DA files charges on behalf of 24 teenage boys who claimed they were molested at church. There are more, and in each of these cases, investigators found perpetrators of the incidents dead. According to Reddington, they’re not.
How many cases is he talking about?
Aram: The female victim on the plane was named Sarah Jenkins.
Liz: How did you identify her?
Aram: The Alchemist knew that, based on a forensic procedure, we wouldn’t run tests necessary to distinguish between synthesized and natural DNA. Now that we know what we’re looking for, we pulled the bone–marrow sample, ran it against our database. Jenkins was single, lived alone, but I did find this. Last time she was online was over 72 hours ago. She visited this dating website, which is also where I met Phyllis Tugenberg and her cankles.
Liz: Aram, Sarah Jenkins– who was she online with?
Aram:We don’t know, but we’ve issued a subpoena to find out.

Mrs Madrczyk: I got a call. Are you Trettel?
Trettel: We have a situation.
Mrs Madrczyk: Yeah, we have a situation. You crashed our jet, murdered five people. We’re supposed to be gone. You assured us. I was on my way to Budapest when my husband was taken into FBI custody.
Trettel: Who did you tell?
Mrs Madrczyk: We paid you to make us disappear.
Trettel: Ms. Madrczyk, I need you to listen to me very carefully.
Mrs Madrczyk: What is this place? Is this where you do the work?
Trettel: I need you to write down the names of anyone you think might know your plans– family, friends, anybody.
Mrs Madrczyk: I didn’t tell anybody.
Trettel: I need to know the name of your husband’s lawyer.
Mrs Madrczyk: Clark Schroeder. Why? Are you calling him? Please tell me you can fix–
[ Trettel shoots her ]

Ressler: You broke an immunity agreement, which means you’re going to jail unless you start talking about the Alchemist. Who is he?
Madrczyk: Got a cigarette?
Ressler: Yeah. I do.
Madrczyk: I never met the guy. Everything was done through the couriers. Gives you this– it’s– it’s like a checklist.
Ressler: Checklist for what?
Madrczyk: Everything– medical and dental records, blood samples, saliva.
Ressler: How much did you pay him?
Madrczyk: I want to talk to my wife.
Ressler: Tell us about the accounts he used to take payment. We can start talking about a new deal.
Staff person: Attorney’s here.
Madrczyk: Who are you?
Trettel: Mikkelson. Schroeder is en route. Moment with my client? How long did they have you in here before I arrived?
Madrczyk: Where is Schroeder? He should be in here now. I don’t even know who you are.
Trettel: I need to know exactly what you told him.
Madrczyk: No, you don’t. All you need to know is how the hell you’re gonna get me out of here. That’s why I have you schmucks on retainer!
Trettel: All right, calm down. Take a breath.
Madrczyk: I was abducted, flown 4,500 miles to be put into this box! Call Schroeder! Tell him to put his damn golf clubs down and show his ass here now!
[ Trettel takes out what appears to be gum ]
Madrczyk: Give me one of those.
[ Madrczyk chews the gum and immediately starts coughing and choking ]

Liz: Sarah Jenkins was using an online–dating site. That’s how we think the Alchemist found her. Gave him everything he needed to know to double her as Catherine Madrczyk.
Who was the date? Did you get a name?
Liz: No. Uh, an alias. But we got a photo. [ It’s Trettel. Ressler immediately turns and runs ]
Liz: Ressler.
[ Madrczyk is dead ]
Ressler: Get a medic.

Meera: We pulled the unsub’s photo off a dating website and got a match from a rental-car surveillance camera. His name’s Eric Trettel. Flunked out of med school. Falsified a degree from Harvard and used it to land a job in the Human Genome Project. He spun that into a career as an expert witness specializing in DNA evidence.
Ressler: He testified in a case on behalf of Carlos Trena, a soldier in the D’Angelo crime family facing three counts of murder one.
Meera: Trettel was hired to present exculpatory DNA evidence. Problem is, that evidence was falsified. Trettel was outed as a fraud and disgraced. Two weeks later, he disappeared. It was believed either the D’Angelo family had him killed or he fled to avoid indictment.
Cooper: He have friends or family?
Meera: Wife and daughter in Bethesda.
Cooper: Keen, pay the wife a visit. Ressler, find that car.

Liz: Well, when’s the last time you saw him?
Trettel’s ex-wife: Six years ago, after the trial. Annie was only 2 when he left. Honey, why don’t you grab something to eat– some nuts in the kitchen?
Liz: Your daughter– she’s diabetic?
Mrs Trettel: Just diagnosed.
Liz: How much does she know about her father?
Mrs Trettel: You shouldn’t be here. Eric is a very dangerous man. In his head, he thinks we’re still together, a family.
Liz: So you’re saying you’ve had contact with him?
Mrs Trettel: He comes here sometimes. He says he wants to help Annie and me. I say no, but he doesn’t hear it. He only becomes more determined. That’s what he loves about science. It’s the challenge, the way it pushes back at him. It’s the reason he spent all those hours in the lab.
Liz: What lab?

Meera: Call came in less than 20 minutes ago. The car was completely engulfed.The remains match the description of Catherine Madrczyk. If it’s her, I’d say our guy is trying to cover his tracks.
Meera: I got something. [ It’s a serial number ]
[ “Ressler: [ Reads ] 261729” – not is script ]

[ The place where they are reassembling documents from shredded government paper. The strips are stretched out on trays, then run through what look like over-sized copy machines, they’d digitized and analyzed ]
Borakove: We actually reached out to the Germans for help. They’re the ones who designed the software.
Red: Ah, the Germans. Despite the headlines, they’re still the best at keeping an eye on their fellow man.
Borakove: It works on pattern recognition. It scans the fragments and treats each scrap as if it were part of a huge jigsaw puzzle– thickness of paper. It’s all analyzed and used to rebuild the original document.
Red: You see, Borakove? You do have a head underneath all that hair. Forget Julian and his defense fund. We have a bright future right– Lizzie, come look at this. The boys have come up with a remarkable little game. I really don’t understand how any of it works, but I just love that smell the machines make.
Liz: Whose garbage are you combing through now?
Red: Yours. Shredded communications from private contractors working with the DOJ, NSA, CIA, FBI – all the initials.
Liz: This is about the incursion.
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Liz: When you called, you said something about numbers. We found this in the car rented by the Alchemist. Forensics ran an analysis on the paper. It traced to a manufacturer in Albany. They produce stock for business forms. One client stood out– bank Credit Suisse Zurich. We think this is a sequence of numbers associated with a bank account, – maybe one used to pay the Alchemist.
Red: Perhaps. Could be the combination to his gym locker. What do you know about the man specifically? What is it that makes him unique?
Liz: He’s, um – a scientist, an expert in DNA.
Red: That’s what he does. Who is he?
Liz: He’s nobody. He’s a lab rat. [ Red nods slightly ] He’s a lab rat.

Ressler: Audrey texted me again. I mean, what? Is she trying to rub my nose in this thing? I’m not giving Tassels my blessing.
Liz: Tassels is gonna have to wait. I think I figured this out. Come here. Take a look at this. Trettel’s wife told me he had this lab in the basement, so it got me thinking. What if that number we found in the car was from a lab, like, a piece of equipment, a model number, or–
Ressler: Or a serial number. [ Goes to nearby room and instructs a tech: ] Hey, I want to know who manufactures equipment used to sequence DNA. And find me the companies of the clients that they’ve sold to in the last six years.

Trettel: [ On phone ] Mandy, hi. Thank you so much for calling me back. You are perfect for this part I’m casting. I need to put you on tape for the producers. I know it’s such short notice. I’m sorry. But, um, the part does shoot tomorrow. Great. All right, the address is 75 Broadway.

Trettel: Remind me again why I want to be an actor.
Mandy: I was just asking myself the same thing. Do you know where they moved the casting call?
Trettel: Supposedly, it’s not too far from here.
Mandy: Is it walking distance?
Trettel: Mnh. Want to share a cab?
Mandy: Yes, thank you. That would be great.
Trettel: Of course.

[ Jolene Parker, – aka Lucy Brooks per the ViCAP database, – is looking through a file labeled “Subject: Tom Keen.” It has a physical and educational profile of Tom. Some highlights:
Birthplace: Boulder Co
Birthdate: Year 1975 (or 1973 or 1978)
Wife’s Occupation: FBI
Education: Masters Degree in Education
Attachments include a surveillance report
It also includes photos and a layout of Tom and Liz’s townhouse and photos of Tom. Jolene looks in the mirror and practices her greeting ]
Jolene: I’m Jolene. Nice to meet you. [ Giggles ]

♪ doo, doo–de–oo, doo–de–oo, doo–de–oo–de–oo doo,
doo–de–oo, doo–de–oo, doo–de–oo–de–oo doo,
doo–de–oo, doo–de–oo, doo–de–oo–de–oo,
doo say you love me – Ah, ah! – with a doodlin’ song
B, C, D,
ooh, what you doodly do to me –
say you love me –
Oh. really love me say you love me true –
I love you – Mm, mm, mm.

[ The baby shower. The guys put diapers on dolls. Seeing who can guess the flavor of baby foods blind-folded. Lots of laughter ]
Liz: [ Guesses ] Squash?
Woman: No, no.

♪ doo, doo–de–oo, doo–de–oo,
doo–de–oo–de–oo, doo Oh.

Liz: Carrot.
Woman: Yay! Oh, I’m so jealous of you right now. I took 12 weeks with Eddie. It was just magical.
Tom: Actually, uh, Liz isn’t taking maternity.
Woman: Why not?
Liz: I just can’t take time off my work right now.
Tom. I’m still trying to convince her.
Woman: Well, studies show those first six months between mother and child are critical to the baby’s development.
Tom: That’s what I keep telling her. But, uh, we’re figuring it out.
Woman: What’s to figure out?
[ Liz and Tom go to another room ]
Tom: What did you want me to say?
Liz: You made it sound like it was all my decision.
Tom: Because it is, Liz.
Liz: What? No! We talked about this!
Tom: I’m not asking you to be Holly Homemaker, Liz! It’s not unreasonable to me that you might want to spend some time with our child at home.
Tom: Then would it be unreasonable for me to think you might want to do the same thing? How about you stay at home?
Tom: I’ve taken time, Liz. You sound so selfish right now.
[ Jolene suddenly comes out of bathroom ]
Jolene: Okay! Uh So– so, here’s the thing– I–I was not digging through your medicine cabinet. I was waiting for you guys to finish arguing, but it just sort of– it just got kind of weird for me. And I’m also mildly claustrophobic. Hi. I’m Jolene.
Liz: Liz.
Tom: Um, sorry. Tom. You’re subbing for Mr. Sinnard, right?
Jolene: Yes. Yes, sir. Yep.
Liz: I’m sorry you had to hear all that.
Jolene: Ah, please. That was nothing.
[ Liz takes a call from work ]
Liz: Keen. Uh, yeah. I’ll be right there. [ Liz leaves ]

Jolene: “Selfish.” Bad move. You’re gonna pay for that one.
Tom: Yeah.

[ Trettel is rinsing the hair of an unconscious woman. There is some black hair dye on the towel under her head. She is receiving a blood transfusion. She begins to move. He is about to give her an injection ]
Trettel: Don’t worry. This will all be over very, very soon.

[ Later and Liz and Tom’s place ]
Jolene: Any word from, uh, Liz? I told you “selfish” was a bad idea. Now you’re the bad guy.
Tom: Look, it’s not as bad as it sounds, all right? She’s under a lot of pressure from work and, you know, getting ready to have a baby.
Jolene: So stop being such a downer. Look, you want to fix your marriage, y–you got to show her a good time.
Tom: I don’t think I asked for your advice.
Jolene: Okay, smartass. What’s your plan of attack? And if you say you are gonna make her dinner and buy her flowers, I will literally vomit all over this countertop. You have to have some fun. Do you like photography? There’s this amazing photography exhibit tomorrow night. You guys should come.
Tom: Um– photography exhibits– not really me and Liz.
Jolene: Okay, she seduces married men, sleeps with them, and then takes a photo mid–act.
Tom; Wait. You know what? I’ve heard of this woman.
Jolene: Yeah.
Tom: In fact, I–I have a friend, and she took his photo.
Jolene: You know one of her subjects?
Tom: No! Are you crazy?! –
Jolene: Oh, my God.
Tom: What kind of woman does this, anyways – going around, photographing herself having sex with random strangers? What is that?
Jolene: Actually, it’s my show.
Tom: No, it’s not.
Jolene: Yeah. It is.
Tom: Really?
Jolene. It’s cool.
Tom: Oh, I’m– I’m sorry. I, uh No, I–I really like photography. I didn’t know you were an artist.
Jolene: I’m kidding. Oh, my – You really think I’d go around, sleeping with married men? I’m a substitute teacher.

Meera: Your hunch about the numbers was right. It wasn’t an account. We checked one of the companies that produced that particular paper stock and found a company that produces medical equipment. It’s a serial number for a centrifuge purchased around the same time Madrczyk hired Trettel.
Cooper: Were you able to trace the sale? It was corporate– an LLC called Med Tech Horizons. They specialize in DNA–sequencing research.
Cooper: Time to pay a visit.

[ FBI enters Trettel’s lab ]
Meera: Hey. Take a look at this.
Ressler: Two more rooms in the back. Everything’s packed up.
Liz: He knows we’re onto him.
Ressler: That’s why he took the risk of coming into the field office. Got Madrczyk, his wife– The guy’s killing everybody that might lead us to him.
Liz: Oh, my God. His family.

[ At Trettel’s ex-wife and daughter’s home ]
Police: Two victims. Gunshots at close range. It’s not pretty.
Ressler: [ On phone ] Malik, we’re too late. Molly and Annie Trettel are dead.

Tom: [ On phone ] Hey! I’m sorry I missed you this morning.
Liz: No, I’m sorry. I–I got in late last night. I didn’t want to wake you. Look, about last night– I totally overreacted. I get that you don’t understand my decision, and I know that’s hard. We should talk about that. I want to hear what you have to say. Let’s carve out some time just for us tonight.
Tom: Yeah– uh, actually, one of the teachers mentioned this, uh, photography exhibit.
Liz: What if I countered with dinner at home? I’ll cook.
Tom: Why would you want to punish me twice?
Liz: Okay, compromise– you cook. I’ll grab dessert? Please, Tom, let me make this right.
Tom: All right. You got yourself a date.
Liz: Great. Love you.
Tom: You too.

Liz: The hard drives we found at Trettel’s lab– where are we on the data recovery?
Aram: We had a few corrupted sectors, but I found something interesting– DNA panels– several, actually. We had already identified Sarah Jenkins as the woman who died on that plane, but I think now we’ve also got the name of Madrczyk’s stand-in, as well as the pilots.
Liz: There are multiple case files here– photos of the victims while they were sedated, genetic breakdowns, medical and dental records– probably all from old clients.
Ressler: How many more did you find?
Aram: A dozen or so. But I’m sure more will turn up by the time I’ve reconstructed the whole drive.
Ressler: What is it?
Liz: Molly and Annie Trettel are alive. The victims at the Trettel house– I want autopsies done immediately. I’m not interested in cause of death. I want bone marrow drawn, tissue samples pulled.
Ressler: And if it isn’t them?
Liz; Then this is an abduction. Put an amber alert on the girl. Get pictures of Trettel and his wife to the media, any news outlet that will pick up the phone.

Borakove:I called you as soon as I could. Ravi actually caught it, noticed the document referenced the address you gave us, and we thought it might be worth pointing out.
Red: Blow it up. [ Strips of document, but name of “Meera Malik” is clear ]
Red: Attractive but treacherous.
Dembe: It’s Agent Keen.
Red: Excellent. Print me a copy.
Red: Just out of curiosity, – what number am I on your speed dial?
Liz: Seven.
Red: Who’s six?
Liz: Chinese takeout. Can we come back to this later? I need your help. I think Eric Trettel abducted his family.
Red: Tell me what you know.
Liz: Two bodies at the wife’s house– a woman and a girl– doubles for his family. Trettel– he’s a cipher, closed off from the world, shut away in his lab. But now he’s on the run. He must be leaving some kind of trail– bank records, uh, wiring money to his new identity.
Red: You don’t have time for that. Go back to the wife and daughter. He’s not alone anymore. You have to look to their lives in order to find him. They’re the ones that matter. They are his vulnerability.
Liz: The wife– she’s a nurse, single mom. The daughter– she’s sick. Diabetic.
Red: There you are.
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Liz: Annie Trettel has an insulin pump. Pull her medical records. I want the make and model.
Ressler: How does that help us? –
Aram: Some new medical devices operate using radio frequencies If I could ping a signal, I may be able to access it, – and we could –
Liz: Locate her using the insulin pump.
Meera: Annie Trettel’s medical records. Pump manufactured by Zetak Industries.
Aram: Do we have a serial number?
Meera: Alpha 479 Delta dash 936 Zed.

[ Trettel parks car, gets daughter from back seat. Opens door for ex-wife ]
Trettel: Come along, dear.
[ Trettel’s ex-wife is reluctant but gets out. They go into a convenience store ]

Aram: I got a hit– signal emanating from a location nearly 70 miles from here.
Cooper: Contact local law enforcement and have them tie those coordinates to an address. Trettel does not leave that location.

Mrs Trettel: You’re not gonna get away with this.
Trettel: The people in your house don’t just look like you. They are you. I took samples from your shower drain, toothbrushes, Annie’s cord blood, so they have your DNA. And that’s all the cops need. [ To daughter ] Hey, baby. What are you thinking, huh? You want a candy bar?
Mrs Trettel: Are you nuts? She’s diabetic. [ Trettel unbuttons her jacket and finds the blinking insulin pump ]
Trettel: We have to go.
Annie: Mommy, look. I’m on TV.
Trettel: [ Pulls gun ] Hey! Put the phone down! I said put the phone down! Get in the car!
Bystander: Drop it, or I’ll shoot!
[ Bystander shoots and hits Annie. Trettel shoots and hits bystander ]
Mrs Trettel: God! –
Trettel; What?
Mrs Trettel: Help! –
Trettel; Annie?! – Annie! No! No, no, no, no! Hey! Look at me! You’re gonna be all right. Okay, you’re gonna– you’re gonna be all right!
[ Police cars screeches up ]

[ Huge show of force at convenience store. Multiple snipers in position ]
Ressler: Special Agent Ressler and Keen. Suspect’s name is Eric Trettel. We’re pursuing him as part of a federal investigation.
Police Commanding Officer: Well, your federal investigation has barricaded himself inside. I’ve got a team on standby ready to move in and snipers in place. We get a visual, I will take him out.
Liz: Absolutely not. The suspect has information we need.
Police CO: He’s got multiple hostages in there.
Liz: I need to talk to him.
Police CO : Then your boss better call my boss, because my orders are to protect those hostages at all costs.
[ Liz takes off gun and moves forward ]
Ressler: The hell are you doing?
Liz: I said I need to talk to him.
Police CO: Do not step over that perimeter, Agent. That’s an order!
[ Liz raises her arms and continues on ]
Liz: Hello?! Eric?! My name is Elizabeth Keen. I’m an agent with the FBI.
Trettel: Show me your hands!
Liz: I’m unarmed! I just want to talk!
Trettel: I’m not talking to anyone until you send me a medic.
Liz: You injured?!
Trettel: It’s my daughter! She’s been shot!
Let me handle this.
You’re gonna get us all killed!
Trettel: Shut up. You send a medic right away, and I can give you names– hundreds of them– people you think are dead, people you’re gonna want to talk to.
Liz: Okay, Eric, that’s good! We’ll talk later! But right now, your daughter needs help! You need to open that door.
Trettel: I’m not opening the door until we make a deal!
Mrs Trettel: Please! She needs a doctor now!
Trettel: Shut the hell up! I’m getting her a doctor! I’ll get you the names, and I get full immunity with WITSEC relocation for the three of us.
Liz: I can’t authorize that! But I can help save your daughter’s life. You’re in control here, Eric. Annie’s life is in your hands.
Mrs Trettel: Just do what she says!
Trettel: No!
Sniper: This is Delta One. I’ve got the shot.
Police CO : Delta, green light. Take the shot. Take the shot.
[ Instead, it is Mrs Trettel who takes the first shot, shooting Trettel in the back. He turns around, is shot again by sniper ]
Police CO: Move in! Let’s go, go, go, go! Hey.

Liz: [ Calls Tom ] Please tell me you didn’t cook.
Tom: No, I didn’t cook, because I figured you’d be late.
Liz: So it is what it is.
Tom: I thought we were gonna carve out some time, finally have that talk, just you and me.
Liz: How about I pick up some Chinese?
Tom: Perfect.

Liz: Good luck with Audrey.
Ressler: Decided what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna tell her it’s a huge mistake. She wants to know my opinion, I’m gonna give it to her.
Liz: Are you sure about that?
Ressler: Yeah.
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Aram: Excuse me. I found Trettel’s database– the list of criminals he disappeared.

Red: The Alchemist– you found him?
Liz: Yes. And you were right about the people he helped disappear. Some of them we don’t even know. Cooper thought you might be able to –
[ Red takes the folded list and puts it in his coat pocket ]
Liz: You didn’t even look at it.
Red: I have other business.
Liz: That’s what this was about– sending us to find the Alchemist for you so you could have that list.♤ Who is it that you’re looking for?
Red: I’d love to talk, Lizzie, but as I said, I have unfinished business to attend to.

Audrey: Hey.
Ressler: Hey.

[ ♫ ] I call you now – to tell you I’m thinking of you

Ressler: Thank you so much for coming. Look, here’s the thing– I’ve thought about this a lot, and–

♪ and I want you to know – that, for what it’s worth – but it does me no good when the phone is just blocking my view

Ressler: I think you’re making a great decision. You and Michael, the two of you–
Audrey: We broke up.
Ressler: What?
Audrey: Well, we put it on hold– the engagement.

♪ and I would sail back to you

Audrey: I just– I saw you in the hospital, and

♪ and I would sail back to you

Audrey: I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.
Ressler: Okay.

Tom: Hey, it’s, uh Tom– Tom Keen.
Jolene: Yeah.
Tom: Uh, yeah. No, I was just calling to see if, uh if your invite still stands for the art show tonight.

♪ but I’m tired and unwilling to be the only one who was wrong Uh, no, no.

Tom: It’s– No, it’s just gonna be me.

♪ and I would sail back to you I would sail back to you I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes

Liz tries to reach Tom.
[ Recording: ] Hi. You’ve reached Tom Keen. I’m away from my phone right now, but leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.

♪ I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes

Red: Hello, Meera. I trust you know why I’m here.
Meera: Yes. You’re here to kill me because I’m the mole.

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♫ Everything Trying
By Damien Jurado

♪ I call you now to tell you I’m thinking of you
But it does me no good when the phone is just blocking my view
And I would sail back to you
And I would sail back to you

♪ And I would come back and admit that it wasn’t your fault
But I’m tired and unwilling to be the only one who was wrong
And I would sail back to you
And I would sail back to you
And I would sail back to you

♪ I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes
I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes
I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes
I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes
I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes
I’ll be sailing on your deep blue eyes

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🔴 Episode 1:13 The Cyprus Agency

 
🔴 Episode 1:13 The Cyprus Agency

First aired: 1/27/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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Slideshow link: https://youtu.be/F7Lu0e3iwcY
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1J3jgCX
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1E37GJn

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Lukas Reiter
Directed by: Michael Watkins

 

Episode 1:13 The Cyprus Agency

Blurb: The Cyprus Adoption Agency promises to deliver the perfect newborn to would-be parents. But no records can be found of where or how the agency obtains the newborns. Plus: Red finds the mole.

 
[ A woman dressed in a hospital gown with a blanket wrapped around her walks unsteadily down a city sideway seeking help ]

Woman: My baby. Please. They have him. They –
[ Siren wails in distance ] [ Horn honks ] [ Tires screech ]
– [ Sobbing ] Please. My baby. They have – have him
[ Police radio chatter ]
Please. Please. Please. They – they have my baby. They took my baby.
Police officer: B–b–b–back away, ma’am.
Woman. They took my baby. They –
Officer: Please, please back away. Calm down, ma’am. Calm down What’s – what’s happening?
Woman: They took my baby.
Officer: What’s happening? Who took – who took your baby?
Woman: They have my baby.
Officer: What’s – what’s happening?
[ A man drives up in a van and gets out ]
Man: Hey, Kate. Oh, thank God. I was so worried.
Officer: What baby, ma’am?
Man: She’s confused. I’m so sorry, Officer.
Officer: Wait. Do you know this woman?
Man: Yes, I–I do. I do. She’s my sister. She ha – she hasn’t been well.
Officer: Don’t move. I want you two to stay right there.
[ Police radio chatter ]
Man: Officer? [ Silenced gunshot ]
Man: [ To distraught woman ] I’m sorry. [ Silenced gunshot ]

Liz: I’m in love with his little nose.
Tom: Yeah, that’s a cute one.
Liz: Oh, it’s his face, and I’m in love with him. Oh, my God. It just got real.
Tom: Yeah. Are we really doing this?
Liz: I think we are. [ Inhales sharply ] Are you a little freaked out?
Tom: Yeah, a little, but in a good way, right?
Liz: Yeah. Yeah. Right. [ Inhales sharply ] You figure out how to use the stroller and the car seat, the base thingy?
Tom: I think you just gave me a honey-do list, which – wait. You’re officially a mom.
Liz: You know, um I’ve decided I want to stay home for a little while, spend some time with the baby and –
Tom: Are you serious? Can you do that? I mean, aren’t you – uh, you could lose your job.
Liz: This is more important.

Red: There’s nothing more profound and of lasting consequence than the decision to have a child. The exploitation and perversion of that decision is the stock and trade of a truly evil organization – the Cyprus Adoption Agency.
Liz: Adoption? You want me to believe this is a coincidence? Tom and I are adopting a baby, and you serve up an adoption agency?
Red: Life is full of lovely little ironies. The Cyprus Agency offers a promise of something very special– perfection. Their clients are ordering from an unlimited genetic menu, the characteristics of the child they want to bring home. But the evil is not in what the agency offers. It’s in how they get it done.

Mallory: Our business is probability. All the children available for adoption have some genetic advantage. I’m Owen. Owen Mallory.
Couple: Hi.
Woman: Mr. Mallory is our founder and CEO.
Mallory: Adoption is a big decision. That’s why we try to make it as simple as we possibly can. You select your preferences. We scour the planet for a child that matches that criteria.
Mallory: Oh, this is, um, Ted Caldwell. The Martins, from Montreal. Ted’s our General Counsel.

Red: The Cyprus Agency is in the abduction business. They don’t locate kids for adoption. They steal them and adopt them out to new parents. And moving stolen children is difficult. There’s copious amounts of paperwork. They’re using a forger. One of the best. But I’m biased. He’s one of my best. Lizzie, I’m giving you the chance to take down a criminal organization that is abducting babies from their mothers’ arms. This is the next child the Cyprus Agency will deliver, a boy, less than two weeks from now.
Liz: Who is he really?
Red: I have no idea. But he’s about to become the child of David and Wendy Roland.

David Roland: So, where did he come from?
Liz: I don’t know. Our source says he may have been abducted.
Wendy Roland: Oh, my God.
David: Abduction? Abducted from whom?
Wendy: Y–you’re saying he may never be our son?
David: W–we’ve been through all the details.
Wendy: What, y–you’re saying there may be another mother out there who’s looking for him? David: [ Sighs ] S–so, what do you need us to do?

[ Siren wails in distance ]
Caldwell: I just want to take a moment to congratulate you. I know how excited you both are and how long a road this has been. Oh! [ Chuckles ] Someone from our nursing staff will be reaching out to make arrangements for you and the baby to meet. Do you have a question?
David: No. Just– we’ve heard about birth parents changing their mind at the last minute. Just want to make sure everything’s accurate.
Liz: [ Listening from across street ] He’s gonna spook him.
Ressler: No. no, he’s drawing him out. He’s got to ask about the adoption.
Caldwell: Our agency does exhaustive preparation and research that involves a large network of the most reputable contacts both here and overseas.
David: Your agency said he came from an orphanage in Estonia. Can you tell us anything more about that?
Caldwell: Such as?
David: Well, I–I don’t know. You hear stories– what these kids went through before they found a home.
Caldwell: Oh. No, no, no. I assure you, you have nothing to worry about. Now, as the agency’s lawyer, I’m not involved with the children directly.
David: But – Well, maybe you could give us the name of someone in the agency who is.
Caldwell: You should absolutely feel free to speak with one of our adoption consultants. Would you excuse me? I have to take this phone call…
Caldwell: [ Outside, dials] I think we have a situation here. They’re asking questions about Estonia.

Ressler: That’s it. We got him. Move. Move. Move.
Liz: Okay.
Caldwell: [On phone] No. No, it just feels funny. I don’t think they’re onto anything, but, uh –
Liz: [ Flashes badge ] Theodore Caldwell?
Caldwell: Excuse me? No, no, no.
Liz: FBI. We need to talk.
Caldwell: FBI? About what? Talk about what? This is a misunderstanding.
Liz: We know about the abduction. You can do the right thing here.
Caldwell: What abduction?! Uh, you don’t understand.
Liz: You can help us. You can help us. Tell us about the agency. –
Caldwell: No loose ends! — I’m already dead.
Liz: – Help us find the real parents.
Caldwell: [ Chuckles ] Real parents? Oh, my God. You have no idea. [ Horn blares ] Oh! I’m– I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The truth is, the Cyprus Agency– [ Tires screech ] [ Brakes hiss ] [ Wheels squeaking ]
[ Caldwell is hit by a car and killed ]

Brimley: She’s a tough little punjab. Doesn’t talk so much.
Red: That’s why you’re here, Mr. Brimley.
Brimley: She’s telling the truth. Don’t bet the trailer money, but I pushed her hard, and I’m telling you– that girl’s cleaner than a duck fart.
Red: Thank you, Teddy.
Red: [ Door creaks ] [ Sighs ] Let’s talk.
Meera: Already did.
Red: Yes, but now that you’ve been vetted by Mr. Brimley, I’m more inclined to listen. Like I said, to get into the blacksite so quickly, Garrick had to have the site layout in advance. Which you gave to him.
Meera: No.
Red: I have an RFP we recovered from the trash of a government contractor, signed by Meera Malik. You leak classified data in the name of improving security.
Meera: No. I was authorized to start the bidding process.
Red: Authorized by whom?
Meera: I don’t know. All I know is that Cooper handed me the order. Putting a bullet in my head gets you nothing. But letting me help you might get us both what we want.
Red: And why would you want to help me, Agent Malik?
Meera: Someone on the inside betrayed us. Colleagues of mine were killed. We both want the same thing. Let me go, and I’ll find out who did it.
Red: The order was classified.
Meera: You let me worry about that.

[ Indistinct conversations ]
Woman: You can’t. Those files are confidential.
Ressler: Warrant. I need you to step outside. Get that hard drive to Aram. We need a full work–up on it, pronto.
Mallory: Agent Ressler?
Ressler: Mr. Mallory. I see you got my message.
Mallory: I did. I just – I don’t really understand.
Ressler: I – Neither do we. But it’s clear an adoption being brokered by this agency is a fraud.
Mallory: Well, I–I can’t believe that. If there was a misstep with a case, it undoubtedly happened overseas. All of the legal aspects on our end are dealt with by Ted Caldwell and his team, who I am completely confident in.
Ressler: Someone got it wrong.
Mallory: All right, Agent. You’re welcome to examine all the records, warrant or not, but if there was a false claim made, believe me – you should be looking into our overseas partners.
Liz: : We’re launching a wider investigation. Until we’re done, you’re out of the adoption business.
Mallory: Understood. I just ordered an internal review myself. Look, this agency is only as strong as its reputation, so I want answers as much as you do. Anything you need – anything – just let me know.

Liz: Twenty-seven files. That’s 27 adoptions brokered in the last 3 years alone.
Cooper: Is that a lot?
Liz: That’s a lot, especially when you’re adopting out infants, and that’s almost never done internationally. But there’s the thing. I’ve gone through every case file. I can’t authenticate a single adoption. One child was supposedly born to a birth mother in Lithuania, but I can’t find any record of the birth.
Cooper: They’re smart. The trails lead to facts we can’t verify instead of something we can prove is a lie. Bring me evidence. Make the case. Compare the kids delivered by the Cyprus Agency to police reports of missing kids.
Ressler: I’ll call Interpol, check their database.
Liz: A lot of their missing-persons files have DNA on record. We should coordinate DNA panels on all the kids.
Cooper: Let’s do it.
Liz: Sir? I wanted to talk with you about something. It’s a personal matter.
Cooper: [ To Meera who is showing up late ] Good of you to join us.
Meera: Sir, rough night. My daughter was sick.
Cooper: I agreed to let you join this task force with the promise that family wouldn’t be an issue. I don’t mean to be a hard-ass, but in this unit, job comes first, second, and third. Bring her up to speed. [ To Liz ] You wanted to talk to me about something?
Liz: It can wait.

[ Liz, Meera and Res are talking to a mother and child ]
Liz: The FBI is looking into the Cyprus Agency. There have been some allegations.
Ressler: And that’s why we’re asking for DNA.
Ressler: We can confirm – Say, “Ah.” Good girl – That she is who the agency claims she is.
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[ Another family ]
Meera: I know this is hard. I have a daughter myself. And you have every right to speak to a lawyer. But we have a court order authorizing us to collect DNA.
Liz: Here, open up. I promise this won’t hurt.
Mother: It’s okay. It’s okay, honey.
Father: There you go. That’s my boy. Very good boy.
Mother: Aww, you did it. Mommy’s got you.

Liz: I think this will be my last case for awhile. I’m gonna spend some time at home, be with the baby.
Red: How’s the case coming along?
Liz: We compared the DNA to every known sample on file for missing or abducted kids – not a single hit. The Cyprus Agency delivered 27 children, all unaccounted for. Nobody’s ever reported them missing.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Red: You’re so linear. [ Chuckles ]
Liz: What’s that supposed to mean?
Red: The FBI and the police– the way they teach you to think never ceases to amaze me. Lizzie, not every missing child is on the back of a milk carton.
Liz: Who wouldn’t report a missing child…?
Red: People who won’t or can’t go to the police. Criminals. Run the DNA again. This time, don’t look for an exact match. Look at the relatives. You want to find where those kids came from, that’s how. You’re arriving at a point of no return, Lizzie. If you have any doubts about your husband, you can’t go through with this adoption. When you get there, if there is even one shred of doubt…
Liz: There isn’t.

Ressler: Keen, the DNA results are in.
Liz: We get a hit?
Ressler: We got five. You need to see this. Five hits, all women. According to the DNA, these five women are the biological mothers of 12 of the 27 kids.
Liz: The mothers. Let me guess. They’re in prison.
Ressler: No. They’re not in the system because they’re criminals– they’re in the system because they’re missing.
Liz: Missing?
Ressler: All five of them.

Liz: Five women– all attractive, smart, in their early 20s.
Ressler: All five were in college when they disappeared.
Liz: Four of the five disappeared without a trace. Allison Hayes – she was a physics student at BU. She went to class one Monday morning and vanished.The police reports are almost identical. These were clean grabs, no witnesses.
Ressler: All except one. [ Grunts as he pushes glass panel evidence board open ] Kate Ellison, also 20. She goes drinking with a fake ID at a bar near Brown where she’s a sophomore. She got taken on the walk home. A witness said they saw her fighting with a man who then pushes her into a van, but no ID was possible.
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[ Meera is shown in Cooper’s darkened office. She gets his key card from his briefcase ]
⋘⋙
Cooper: So, they’re not taking children. They’re taking women. What’s the timeline?
Liz: Kate Ellison was taken three years ago. Wait. That can’t be right. According to the DNA test, Kate’s the mother of two children delivered by the Cyprus Agency. They’re 1 and 2 years old.
Cooper: So she gave birth after she was taken?
Liz: She didn’t only give birth. She got pregnant after she was taken.
Ressler: So did Allison Hayes and Michelle Lefferts. The kids matching their DNA were conceived after they were abducted.
Cooper: These women are alive. They’re still out there.

[ Meera goes to her computer and uses the higher security clearance of Cooper’s card to access the system. She then returns to his office, but he is there ]
Cooper: You need something?
Meera: It’s about the mole hunt.
Cooper: What about it?
Meera: Reddington’s been speaking to Keen. He believes that someone in our unit provided the intruders with intel critical to the breach.
Cooper: Counter Intelligence has concluded that Newton Phillips acted alone. You disagree?
[ Meera slips the card into his briefcase when he’s not looking ]
Meera: I’m feeling very mistrustful.
Cooper: Do you have actionable intel to support this hunch?
Meera: No.
[ Meera turns to depart ]
Cooper: Malik, I hope your daughter feels better.

Aram: You are looking at Ted Caldwell’s computer, the one we seized from his office. Now, most of it was routine, but deep in the background was a file nobody wanted found.
Ressler: “Purchase Orders.” What exactly was he buying?
Aram: Not buying. From the looks of it, I’d say it’s something he intended to acquire. I had them printed. It’s a complete dossier – medical profile, grades going back to middle school, athletic and extracurricular interests.
Liz: Charlotte Patterson – in her second year at Georgetown. You think she could be the agency’s next target?
Ressler: We can’t afford to risk it. We need to get her into protective custody.

[ A man in a dark van is driving slowly through a parking ramp looking for a license plate matching a photocopy of one that he has ]
[ College students are moving through halls ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
– See you guys later.

Aram: I just talked to the university. She’s in a chemistry class at Regents Hall until 5:00 PM.

Ressler: Come on! Move. Move. [ Running through hall seen earlier ]

[ The dark van pulls up alongside the car with the matching license plate. Engine shuts off ]

Ressler: [On phone ] Class is dismissed. She’s gone. Give me something, Aram.
Aram: Her car’s still there. She swiped in at the parking structure near campus, hasn’t swiped out.

[ Young woman walks up to her the car next to the van. Car alarm chirps. The man from the van grabs the young woman ] [ Screaming ]
[ The man pushes her into the van, slugs her ] [ Muffled screaming ]
Ressler: Keen, Keen, car. Oh, geez. We’ve got her books.
Ressler: In the van! Step out! [ Engine turns over, van knocks Ressler down ] [ Tires screech and van takes off ] [ Liz shoots, but van is gone ]
Liz: [ On phone ] Mandell parking garage, shots fired! There’s a kidnapped suspect in a blue van! Virginia plate 8-1-Sam-Echo-Michael-3-6. [ To Ressler ] You okay?

Mallory: You call me at the office?
Perry [ the van man ]: You didn’t answer the cell. I tried you half a dozen times.
Mallory: Perry, the cell is retired. We went dark. You recall? No business.
Perry: They’re onto me. The last pickup, the feds were there. How did they know the target?
Mallory: Why are you out making pickups when I said to hold off?
Perry: On new orders, but this was old business. We lost one the other day. The lawyer told me to get a replacement.
Mallory: You should have checked with me first.

Mallory: Where is she?
Perry: She’s in the van, sedated.
Mallory: Okay. Show me.
[ Gun cocks ]
Perry: The lawyer said to get a replacement.
Mallory: The lawyer’s dead. [ He shoots the van man ]

Liz: Charlotte Patterson never made it home from class. She was definitely inside that van.
Aram: Her cell’s not active. We’re setting up checkpoints, and every law-enforcement agency in a 200-mile radius has her photo, along with the make, model, and plate number of the van.
Cooper: Where are we on Mallory?
Liz: Waiting on documents from overseas. And the files we seized at the agency have Caldwell’s name all over them. But there’s no paper trail proving Mallory or anyone else knew what was going on.
Cooper: Are you saying he’s innocent?
Ressler: No. We’ve interviewed employees on three continents – accountants, marketing, researchers. They all seem to be clean.
Cooper: We need proof! And it would be nice to get it before another woman is abducted.

[ Elevator bell dings ]
Mallory: Where are we?
Doctor: That’s my question for you. What’s with the new girl? I thought we were done.
Mallory: We are. She was a mistake. [ Inhales sharply ] The FBI is looking at everyone.
Doctor: Well, there’s no link to my clinic. We were very careful.
Mallory: I don’t care. Shut it down. What happened the other day? Perry said we lost one.
[ Flash sideways: Dog barking, uncovers body of young woman ]
Doctor: Couldn’t be avoided. Perry took care of it.

Dog’s owner: Flounder! Hey, where did you go, bud? Hey, Flounder, what have you got there? [ Dog panting ] [ Dog’s owner makes cell call ]

Medical Examiner Gower: Name is Kate Ellison. Computer said the FBI is looking for her.
Ressler: Thanks for the call. You get a cause of death?
Gower: Single gunshot wound. And that’s about the only thing in this that makes any sense. Just h–hang on a second. Let me get my file. [ Walks off ]
Ressler: What are you thinking?
Liz: Nothing good. Kate Ellison had blond hair and blue eyes. She dies, and a day or two later, Charlotte Patterson gets taken.
Ressler: It’s the same type. Maybe the agency needed a replacement.
[ Gower returns with his file ]
Gower: Okay, Kate Ellison, abducted at the age of 20. She dies at the age of 23. So, where has she been for the last three years? I would say nowhere.
Ressler: Meaning?
Gower: Let’s start with the muscle tone. She has severe muscular atrophy. Her arms, her legs, all the major muscle groups – are deteriorated.
Liz: What would cause that?
Gower: Inactivity– I don’t think that this woman has stood upright for any length of time in years. She was in an induced coma. The needle marks on her arm suggest that she was fed through a tube. Okay, now, here’s where my findings go from the crazy to the totally insane. She’s given birth – several times.
Ressler: How is that possible in her condition, though?
Gower: Well, she was heavily sedated and she’s lost a lot of muscle mass, but she’s actually in great shape to deliver a child. Her folic acid, her calcium, her iron were all incredibly high. So, whoever’s been keeping her has been giving her prenatal care.
Liz: If she was shot, maybe she was trying to escape.
Gower: That would be pretty tough. She was on some very heavy sedation – a benzodiazepine called hydroxipam.
Liz: Thank you. [ Cellphone vibrating, walks away a bit to take call ]
[ Indistinct conversation ]
Liz: Aram, what do you have?
Aram: It’s about Owen Mallory. Cooper said get into his life, so I started with his undergrad degree from Harvard.
Liz: Oh, let me guess. He never went.
Aram: Oh, no, he went. Here’s the thing– he went under a different name. Owen Mallory was enrolled as Charles Lassiter Jr. He falsified his transcripts, applied as the only son of Charles and Jill Lassiter from Bethesda.
Liz: [ To Ressler ] We’ve got something on Mallory. Aram, send us the Lassiters’ address.

Ressler: I know this must be a shock. His name is Owen Mallory. He attended Harvard, claiming to be your son.
Jill Lassiter: I’m sorry. What did you say his name is now?
Liz: “Now”? Mrs. Lassiter, do you know this man?
Jill: He was our son.
Charles Lassiter: The boy we knew was named Michael Shaw.. And when we met him, he was seven years old and in foster care.
Liz: So you adopted him.
Jill: He was with us for 16 months. Charles and I- I mean, we knew Michael was troubled. But nothing could have prepared us for –
Charles: T- the therapist called it severe attachment disorder. Uh a- and there- there – there were many therapists, all kinds. We tried. I know – I know how that sounds. But- but when Michael began threatening to hurt himself an- and us, then the doctors stepped in and felt uh [ Voice breaking ] for, uh for Michael to return to foster care.
Liz: I’m so sorry. That must have been very difficult.
Jill: No, I’m sorry. It’s just, in many ways Charles and I blame ourselves. In hindsight, we weren’t ready. We, the marriage [ Sighs ] was troubled. We- we just weren’t equipped for a child.

[ Red’s car drives up alongside Meera’s in a secluded part of a park at night ]
Meera: Directive for a mandatory security upgrade. The person who ordered it signed page 6.
Red: Our business is done, Agent Malik.♤

[ Car approaches ]
Red: Sorry I’m late.
Liz: What the hell is this place?
Red: Not at all what it seems.
Liz: What are we doing here? I told you– I need help tracking hydroxipam. There’s no federal prescription database. Can’t subpoena every pharmacy on the East Coast.
Red: You don’t have to. Did you know the earliest-known cul-de-sac is over 2,000 years old, unearthed in El-Lahun, Egypt? Aristotle himself was a big fan– said they made it difficult for the enemy to find their way while attacking. Now, be polite. You’re about to meet one of the nicest narcotics dealers this side of Cleveland.
[ Hip–hop music plays ] [ Indistinct conversations, laughter ] [ Coughing ]
Red: Russell.
Red. What’s up, fool? [ Chuckles ]
Red: Ah. Smells delicious, Russell.
Mescaline steam bath. You want a hit?
Red: Oh, my God[ Sniffs ] If only I could do just one. No, thank you. No, last time I played around with that, I ended up naked in the desert trying to hitch a ride to Tuba City. Those Navajo tacos– Oh! Heaven! [ Chuckles ]
Liz: – When was this?
Red: Uh, about two years ago
Russell: She seems like a cop.
Liz: Thank you.
Red: You see? I keep telling her that. She doesn’t listen to me. Listen, Russell, this isn’t a social call. I came for your professional opinion. I need to know about hydroxipam.
Russell: Sure, yeah, I know all about that– that and the Betamax and the BlackBerry.
Red: I don’t understand the reference.
Russell: Nobody wants it. Uh, hydro is supposed to be a sleep aid, but it’s crazy powerful– too powerful. The half-life’s like 100 hours.
Red: So?
Russell: So, people need to get up in the morning.
Red: Where can I get it?
Russell: You don’t want it.
Red: I do.
Russell: Okay. But I got to tell you, I don’t think most pharmacies even stock it now. Luckily, I have access to their inventories. ⋘⋙ There. See? Only three pharmacies in 1,200 miles carry hydro. And of those, only eight doctors wrote scripts – in the last year.
Liz: What’s this code here?
Russell: That’s what kind of doctor wrote the prescription. Looks like seven are sleep therapists, and one is a fertility doctor!? [ Chuckles ] [ Laughs ]

Liz: FBI. We need to talk with Dr. Gideon Hadley.
Nestor: Dr. Hadley’s in a meeting.
Ressler: You’ll just have to interrupt.
Mallory: I’m not sure waiting is such a –
Hadley: What have FBI –
Nestor comes in: They’re asking for you.
Hadley: If there are loose ends, they are not on my side.
Mallory: Take it easy, everybody. They don’t know anything. They’re just here to talk. If they knew something, they would have sent a SWAT team. Talk to them. Be your charming self. Get them to leave. By the time they get back, there won’t be anything for them to find.
Hadley: And if I can’t?
Mallory: Take care of it, Nestor.

Nestor: I’m so sorry. Dr. Hadley actually stepped out for the afternoon.
I thought you said he was in a meeting.
Nestor: I thought he was. He’ll be back in a few hours. You’re welcome to wait.
Liz: Great. In the meantime, I think we’ll give ourselves a tour of the facility.
[ Drawer opens; Nestor goes for gun. Ressler grabs and subdues him ]
Ressler: Find Hadley.

[ Ressler cuffs Nestor, then quickly finds Hadley as well. Hadley draws a gun on Ressler but Ressler shoots Hadley twice and he’s down ]

[ Liz ascends stairs and enters “Restricted Area” – a cavernous floor of the tall building the fertility clinic is housed in. At one end is an enclosure of plastic sheeting with two rows of hospital beds, each with a sedated, pregnant woman hooked up to tubes and IVs – about 15 to 20 patients in all ]

[ Suddenly Dr Mallory springs on Liz. They fight for her gun. Mallory gets the gun after he pushes one of the sedated women on top of Liz. Mallory shoots – not at Liz, however, but at Ressler who has appeared. Mallory misses but Ressler shoots and wounds Mallory ]

Ressler: Keen.
Liz: I’m okay. Call it in. [ She checks the woman Mallory had thrown on her ]

[ Cooper arrives at the scene ]
Cooper: Twenty-two women including Charlotte Patterson, the girl we lost at Georgetown. Allison Hayes and Michelle Lefferts– we got them all.
Liz: Except Kate Ellison.
Cooper: You solved all those missing-persons reports in one case. And the mothers of every one of those 27 kids have been accounted for.
Young doctor: [ To Cooper ] Sir, there’s a complete IVF laboratory. The women’s eggs were surgically retrieved, fertilized here, and then re–transferred. It’s all state–of–the–art. The genetic testing is cutting-edge. It’s remarkable. Some of the charts go back years.

[ Liz is interrogating Mallory ]
Liz: We found Kate Ellison. [ The body found by the dog in the park ] And I’m guessing that’s not the only body we’ll find before this is done. Is it Michael? We know who you are. Michael Shaw adopted at 7 by Charles and Jill Lassiter and returned to foster care. Owen Mallory has no record, but Michael Shaw– he’s quite a con man, isn’t he?
Mallory/Shaw: Thank you.
Liz: You must have felt so rejected, being removed–
Mallory/Shaw: I wasn’t removed. I was returned like a defective toy.
Liz: I met the Lassiters. Is that why you did this? To get back at them?
Mallory/Shaw: The Lassiters didn’t want a child. They wanted an accessory to smile for their Christmas card. They wanted perfection, like all the others. So I sell what people want. Everybody wins. They get their little geniuses, and–
Liz: And you and your employees get rich?
Mallory/Shaw: No. Well, yes. But it’s not about the money for me.
Liz: What does that mean?
Mallory/Shaw: I think I’ve said enough. But my legacy is complete. And there is nothing you can do to change that.
Liz: Your legacy. You’re the father. The children brokered by the Cyprus Agency are yours. Why? Mallory/Shaw: Well, I was damaged goods, wasn’t I? Not fit to survive in their privileged world. Well, I am surviving. Now part of me is thriving in every home that has my child.

[ Footsteps ] [ Telephone ringing ] [ Door opens ] [ Door closes ]
Tom: Honey? What’s wrong? Are you okay?
Liz: I can’t do it.
Tom: Do what?
Liz: You’re not ready. We’re not ready.
Tom: No, look– you don’t have to take any time off, all right? Just– there’s a lot of working moms out there, and you can do both.
Liz: No.
Tom: You can do both.
Liz: Tom it’s us. [ Voice breaking ] It’s us. I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t understand it, but something’s not right. I can’t have a baby right now.
Tom: Well, I don’t know what to say to that.
[ Sniffles ] [ Inhales sharply ] [ Voice breaking ]
Liz: Honey, you can’t tell me that there’s not one shred of doubt, one shred that wonders if this is broken.
 

Blacklist 1:13 Diane Fowler – Slideshow (8:28 mins)

[ Red enters a darkened room and starts a phonograph, then seats himself comfortably in a stuffed chair ]

[ ♫ Gordon Lightfoot’s Sundown plays ]
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs.
She’s been looking like a queen in a sai– [ Click ]

Diane Fowler (DOJ): What the hell are you doing in my house?
Red: I know, Diane.
Diane: What?
Red: You signed a directive ordering a mandatory security upgrade at the post office. It’s how you got the blueprints into enemy hands. You’re the dirty rat, Diane.
Diane: I’m calling the police.
Red: No, you’re not.
Diane: You stupid son of a bitch.
Red: Sit your ass down.
Diane: I signed that directive for your protection.
Red: [ Chuckles ] You remind me of this woman I knew in Lisbon. Strange old bird.
Diane: If you think Fitch or any of his people are going to let you get away with this, you’re more arrogant than I thought. We came into the post office to make a point. If you come after me, if you so much as lay a finger on me –
Red: You talk too much. [ shoots her ]
Diane: [ Gasps ] You can’t shoot me!
Red: Why not? You’re not one of the good guys. And, as of today, you’re utterly worthless to the bad guys.♤ Fitch and I have an agreement. He goes about his business. I go about mine. You and I don’t have an agreement.
Diane: I know the truth, Red, about that night – about what happened to your family. Do you want to know the truth?
Red: More than anything in the world.♤ But if you know the truth, Diane, then somebody else does, too. [ shoots her three or four more times ]
[ clicks phonograph back on ]
 

♪ I can see her lying back in her satin dress
in a room where you do what you don’t confess
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs

♪ I can picture every move that a man could make
getting lost in her lovin’ is your first mistake
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs

♪ Sometimes I think it’s a sin – when I feel like I’m winning
when I’m losing again …

[ Cooper and Meera are back at the Post office, looking at the photos on the overhead display of all the women who had just been rescued ]
Cooper: …Can I tell you something…

♪ sometimes I think it’s a sin, when I feel like I’m winning

…about Reddington?…

♪ when I’m losing again

…I hate working with the man. He’s dangerous, amoral. He pathologically flaunts authority. He’s reckless to the point of suicidal. But all this, everything we’ve done – none of this would have been possible if it weren’t for him.♤ Go home, Malik.

♪ I can see her looking fast in her faded jeans
she’s a hard–loving woman, got me feeling mean –
sometimes I think it’s a shame

Red: Mr. Kaplan…

♪ when I get feeling better – when I’m feeling no pain

Red: …I’m sorry. It’s messier than I had hoped.
Mr Kaplan: Don’t worry, deary. I’m used to cleaning up after you.

♪ if I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs.
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs.
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
when I feel like I’m winning when I’m losing again

⬆ go to top

 

༺✦ ♤ ✦༻

♫ Sundown
By Gordon Lightfoot

♪ I can see her lying back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you don’t confess

Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs

♪ She’s been looking like a queen in a sailor’s dream
And she don’t always say what she really means

Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better when I’m feeling no pain
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better when I’m feeling no pain

♪ I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her loving is your first mistake

Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winning when I’m losing again

♪ I can see her looking fast in her faded jeans
She’s a hard loving woman, got me feeling mean

Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better when I’m feeling no pain
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winning when I’m losing again

Lyrics: http://bit.ly/1Fwbj48
YouTube: https://youtu.be/K7NMvpZ3PM0

END 1:13 ❌❌❌

 

༺ ✿⊰ ♤ ⊱✿༻

 

🔴 Episode 1:14 Madeline Pratt

 
🔴 Episode 1:14 Madeline Pratt

First aired: 2/24/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1NkaKUf
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1JqtYqt

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Jim Campalongo
Directed by: Michael Zinberg

 

Episode 1:14 Madeline Pratt

Blurb: A socialite steals a Syrian antiquity in which the identities of Russian spies and/or the locations of Cold War era nuclear bombs may be hidden. Plus, ‘Have yourself a bloody, bloody Christmas.’

 

Previously on The Blacklist
Liz: I’m gonna spend some time at home, be with the baby.
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Red: If you have any doubts about your husband, you can’t go through with this adoption, if there is even one shred of doubt.
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Liz: I can’t do it. You’re not ready.
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Red: You leak classified data in the name of improving security.
Meera: I was authorized to start the bidding process.
Red: Authorized by whom?
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What the hell are you doing in my house? …
Red: You’re the dirty rat, Diane. …
We came into the post office to make a point. …
Red: You talk too much.
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Madeline Pratt: I didn’t know anything about the safe deposit box until I saw the will. I’ve had all the necessary paperwork certified– the trust and the death certificate.
Banker: The paperwork is in order. But to access your husband’s box, you will need the key.
Madeline: Is there anything else?
Banker: No.
Madeline: Thank you.
Banker: I’m terribly sorry for your loss, Mrs. Reddington.

Dembe: The box in Istanbul.
Red: Hmm?
Dembe: It’s been cleared out. This was left behind.
Red: I was just starting to feel the endorphins vibrating in my spleen.

Red: The key. How did you get it?
Madeline: Macau. Last winter.
Red: I’ve always hated Macau.
No, thank you.
Red: The documents in the box are worth over $10 million.
Madeline: You stood me up in Florence. I had to get your attention somehow. I have a proposition.
Red: In that case, perhaps we should move to your room.
Madeline: I’ll take the check.

Tom [on phone]: Right… No… Okay, sure… Yeah, no, I–I’ll talk to you soon… Right. Oh, that was, uh, Brian. He and Katie say hi.
Liz: Did you tell him?
Tom: Why would I tell him?
Liz: I thought he’d ask.
Tom: I just told him it’s taking longer than we expected.
Liz: I know this is hard.
Tom: We spent six months talking about adoption. We spent another year going through the process.
Liz: I know. I’m sorry.
Tom: Yeah, I’m sorry, too. Katie’s pregnant.
Liz: That’s great.
Tom: Mm–hmm.
Liz: We should, um, get them something. Have them over for dinner? Wait. Tom, don’t just walk away while we’re talking!

Red: She’s breathtakingly unattractive, but she’s worth over $40 million– the only Vermeer in private hands.
Liz: That’s considered a masterpiece?
Red: Last night, I got up for a scoop of orange sherbet, and she caught my eye. I just stood here in the dark squinting at her. Poor thing ruined my appetite. Even after I went back to bed, all I could hear was the hideous music she must be playing. Didn’t sleep a wink.
Liz: Why did you buy it?
Red: Oh, my God, no. She’s not mine. She belongs to some hedge-fund manager who lives here.
Liz: I thought you lived here.
Red: Well, for now. The owner’s been on vacation ever since the SEC started its investigation. I’ve never met the man, but his housekeeper is an old friend. Please. [ Gesturing to Liz have a seat ] Do you have any idea how much the US government has spent on signals intelligence in the past year?
Liz: No.
Red: Your country has become a nation of eavesdroppers– frequency domains, triangulation, satellites, crypto-whatever. You’ve forgotten that what matters most is human intelligence– alliances, relationships, seduction. Madeline Pratt is a master at…
Liz: Madeline Pratt? Madeline Pratt–
Red:…is a thief and a woman of singular talents.
Liz: And now you want something of hers and you expect the FBI to help you get it.
Red: It was the right decision not to have the baby.
Liz: What did she take from you?
Red: I’m sorry for your suffering.
Liz: Madeline Pratt. How do we find her?
Red: Finding her is easy. Catching her is difficult. Luckily, she’s asked me to help her plan a heist.
Liz: To steal what? …
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Novak: … The Effigy Of Atargatis. The Effigy was thought to be lost, disappeared from the British Museum in 1983. Two months ago, it pops up at an estate sale in Henderson, Kentucky. The feds raided the auction and paraded it back to the Syrians. Ah, here it is– the Effigy.
Red: Novak, I have friends who are looking for this funny little statue, and they’re not the least bit interested in antiquities. What is the real story?
Novak: The Kungur Six. It’s said that when the Cold War was ending, its owner hid a list inside the effigy, a list of Soviet spies.
Liz: Why is that relevant today?
Novak: The Kungur Six are still active and are said to be responsible for some of the most damaging intelligence breaches in the past 30 years. Find the effigy, and you find them. Finding them would be the Holy Grail of US counterintelligence.

Meera: You allowed him to vet everyone that works here?
Cooper: I made no promises.
Meera: But I understand it was a precondition of his return, that aside from security and principal staff, everyone else has to be off–site.
Cooper: I agreed to his terms to get him in here. Where we go from here is up to me.

Cooper: Excuse me.
Red: That’s great. Harold, look at you! Sit down.
Cooper: No, no, no. I’m fine, thank you.
Red: I was just looking at the pictures of Charlene and the kids. How old are they now? The kids, not Charlene.
Cooper: Diane Fowler. Where is she?
Red: I have no idea. And frankly, I’m flummoxed as to why you would even care.
Cooper: You expect me to believe that you walk in here after she vanishes and there’s no connection?
Red: Has Diane gone missing? Perhaps you should ask Agent Malik. She works for the woman, doesn’t she?
Meera: I’ve had no contact.
Red: Well, there you go.
Cooper: You made it clear. You thought we had a mole. And you wouldn’t set foot inside this facility until that mole was captured or dead.
Red: Who decided on this paneling?
Cooper: You told us you wouldn’t come in until the mole had been caught.
Red: I said nothing of the kind.
Liz: You said our house wasn’t clean. Is it?
Red: I suppose you’ll have to ask Diane Fowler when you find her.
Cooper: When we find out what’s happened to her– and we will find out– if you had anything to do with it, you’re gonna spend the rest of your life in a box. Understood?
Red: You smell nice. Something new?
Cooper: Did you hear me?

Red: Madeline Pratt.
What about her?
Red: This is the Madeline Pratt you all know and love– politically active, influential, a good citizen. What you don’t know is the Madeline Pratt that I love. $6 million in diamonds stolen from a DeBeers outpost in the Congo. Security fibers used in printing the Czech koruna, taken from a mint in Prague and used to produce counterfeit bank notes. The Madeline Pratt you know fosters relationships with incredibly powerful people. The ones you don’t exploits those relationships in ways that impact national security.
[ Photos display showing Madeline hobnobbing with Senator Ted Cruz, other GOP guy lol ]
Cooper: Well, we can’t just arrest her. We have no evidence.
Red: What you do have is an opportunity, which brings us back to the Effigy of Atargatis. Madeline feels her profile is too high right now to steal it herself, so she’s asked for my help.
Meera: Where is the Effigy?
Red: Secure wing in the Syrian embassy for now. But it will likely be repatriated at any moment, which means Maddie is rushed and vulnerable. She’s trying to make a grab that would normally take months to plan.
Cooper: Do the Syrians know what’s inside the effigy?
Meera: If they did, it would be in Damascus by now.
Red: I can only assume, Harold, that Madeline has a Russian patron, since it’s the Russians who want to protect the identities of the Kungur Six.
Cooper: I’m not sanctioning an op in support of you going in to steal anything, let alone something that may affect national security.
Red: I’m flattered that you think I’m up to it, but thieving is not my strongest suit. Luckily, we have an ace of spades among us. Isn’t that right, Agent Keen?
Cooper: What’s he talking about? Is there something you want to tell us?
Liz: No, sir.
Ressler: Your father’s criminal record didn’t show up on your background report. Maybe yours is missing, too.
Liz: I don’t have a criminal record.
Ressler: Because you never committed a crime, or because you were never caught?
Liz: Yes. I believe my work speaks for itself. Sir, I can do this.
Cooper: All right. We take the case. But understand, if you do this, you’re gonna be on foreign soil. If something goes wrong, we can’t protect you.

Pratt: I need to know about you, how you respond under pressure. This is an embassy.
Security, cameras, armed guards everywhere. One mistake, and you go to prison.
Red: Nicole [Liz’s alias] here is as calm as a Hindu cow. Tell her that story about Frank.
Madeline: Who’s Frank?
Liz; A guy I knew.
Madeline: What story?
Liz: We met in high school. We grifted. Small jobs really, just whatever we had to do to pay the rent.
Red: Tell her about Omaha.
Liz: I was 17. There was a drugstore. Thursday night. They made bank deposits on Friday. I was the lookout. The night manager came back. He forgot his glasses. I gave the signal, but nothing. I’d convinced myself that Frank was the only thing I had in the world, so the night manager was an easy decision.
Madeline: What did you–
Liz: I seduced him into the alley.
Madeline: And then what?
Liz: I played him for a little bit, then I kissed him off, told him he’d get more next week. And Frank and I went away.
Red: And lived happily ever after. The end.
Madeleine: I thought you didn’t believe in happily ever after.
Liz: I didn’t come here to audition.
Madeline: Wait. The job. It’s yours.
Liz: I don’t want the job. Call somebody who does. [ Tosses Madeline her phone ]
Madeline: How did you get my phone? — What if I paid you double?
Red: See, this is what I love about the two of you. Headstrong, yet vulnerable. Confident, but cautious. I think you’re gonna get along great.

Madeline: Your name will be on the guests list. The statue’s in a UL-approved Class I vault situated in a strong room one level below the ground floor.
Liz: How long will it take to breach?
Madeline: An autodialer can circumvent the electronic keypad in two, maybe three minutes tops. I’ll supply equipment that can get through a metal detector.
Liz: What about physical security?
There are two guards stationed outside that strong room, armed and mobile. They do a hall sweep every 20 minutes. When they take their patrol at 9:20, – you’ll have 10 minutes.
Liz: How do I get in?
Madeline: Dirar Marwan, embassy official. He has the security credentials you’ll need to get to the structure’s classified lower level. He takes a coffee break every day at 4:00 PM, wears his ID on the lapel of his jacket, easy enough to unclip in a standard brush pass. This lift needs to be round trip, not one way. Can’t raise any flags.
[ As Madeline describes how this should happen, it is shown actually happening ]
Liz: I know someone who can clone his badge before Marwan can return to the embassy.
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[ In van ]
Aram: Okay, here we go.
Liz: You good?
Aram: I will be back in 90 seconds. What’s that?
Liz: It’s Madeline Pratt’s SIM card. I swiped it when I palmed her phone. If I’m gonna do this, I want to know who she talks to and why.
Aram: You know how to palm a phone?
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Liz: How will you return his badge?
Madeline: I won’t. You will, in a second brush pass before he re–enters the building.
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Meera: [ Outside ] He’s coming. We have about 15 seconds. Hurry.
Ressler: How are we doing on Marwan’s ID?
Liz: How long you need?
Aram: Almost there. Okay, 30 seconds.
Meera: He’s on the move.
Liz: I need the badge now.
Meera: Somebody stall him.
[ Ressler jumps out of the van ]
Aram: We are a go. [ Gives Liz Marwan’s ID ]
[ Ressler bumps into him ]
Ressler: Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.
Marwan’s: It’s fine. It’s all right.
Ressler: Good.
[ Now, Liz bumps into Marwan, clipping his badge back on ]
Liz: Oh.
Ressler: Did you get it on him?
Liz: Yes.

Tom: Hey, um, I’m sorry. I, uh, broke our rule. I shouldn’t have walked away upset.
[ Liz is dressing in a red gown ]
Liz: Brian and Katie are having a kid. It’s hard.
Tom: Whoa, mama. Hey, is this like an undercover thing tonight? ‘Cause, uh, if you need a partner, I’ve got some pretty good fake IDs.
Liz: [Laughs] Zip me up.
Tom: Hey, I wanted to ask you something. So, um, you know I have that, uh, teacher conference in Orlando this weekend, and I was thinking you should come with me. You know, just sunshine and beaches and get away from all this.
Liz: Um, Orlando’s landlocked. I’m pretty sure there aren’t any beaches.
Tom: And that’s why I don’t teach geography.
Liz: I would love that.
Tom: Yeah?
Liz: We could use a vacation.
Tom: Pfft. Tell me about it. Just you and me. Do you want to maybe go undercover before you go undercover?

[ Liz is adjusting her hair and makeup in a large mirror ]
Red: We have a problem. I had my people run background on the guest list for tonight’s event. The file’s on the Ottoman.Rasil Kalif– notorious playboy– works as a cultural attaché in the Syrian embassy. Apparently, Madeline’s been seeing him for some time.
Liz: Why is that a problem?
Red: Cultural attaché is Kalif’s cover. Truth is he’s been recruited as an asset by the Russian Bratva– he’s a mobster. My guess is he’s the one who hired Maddie to steal the Effigy. And right about now, she’s walking into the embassy as his date.
Liz: What? You said her profile was too high and she wasn’t going.
Red: Well, she is.
Liz: Why would she hire us to steal the Effigy when she’s obviously planning on stealing it herself?
[ Liz turns around ]
Red: Wow! And I like your clutch.
Liz: What are you wearing?
Red: A tuxedo. I’m your plus one.
Liz: You can’t get into that embassy.
Red: Oh, yes, I can. Some of my best friends are Syrian.
Liz: You act like this is a joke. There’s a digital net over the embassy. Aram can’t access the surveillance feeds. I’m going onto foreign soil to steal a priceless artifact with no backup.
Red: You have me. And I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.

Meera: You wanted to see me, sir? Close the door.
Cooper: I meant what I said to Reddington. This thing with Fowler– wherever she is, whatever happened– I’m gonna get to the bottom of it. Diane and I didn’t have a lot in common, but she put this task force together, made it possible. Without her, none of this would ever have happened.
Meera: You’re talking in the past tense.
Cooper: Agent Malik, you know as well as I that Diane Fowler is never walking into this facility again. As far as I’m concerned, this is a murder investigation, and Reddington is our chief suspect. He was clearly convinced that Fowler was our mole. I don’t care what he thinks. Even if Reddington’s right and Fowler was dirty, he’s not judge, jury, and executioner. He can’t just kill her. That’s not the way it works. Find out what he knows. Who did he talk to? What evidence did he have? I want to know everything.

Liz: There’s Madeline. Think she beat us to it?
Red: Stay on task. We have two minutes to access the security door. Shall we? Lizzie, I know this must be very difficult for you, but we can’t both lead.♤
Liz: How did you know about Omaha?
Red: I didn’t.
Liz: You’re the one who brought it up.
Red: Well, it was a heartwarming story. The night manager and the alley.
Liz: I made it up.
Red: You’re not a cop tonight. You’re a criminal. And you’re gonna be fine. Just be yourself. The security door is behind you.
Liz: Okay, I’m gonna need a distraction.
Red: Be yourself. [ He propels her toward a buffet table, causing a distraction ]
Red: [ To Madeline ] Mind if I cut in? What are you doing here, Madeline?
Madeline: What are you doing here, Red?
Red: I came to watch you.
Madeline: Thank you. You still wear the hell out of a tux.♤
Red: My plane is 15 minutes from here. We could be in Tegucigalpa by breakfast.
Madeline: The girl– tell me about her.
Red: What would you like to know?
Madeline: How did you pick her?
Red: Fate.
Madeline: She’s a little young for you.
Red: You think?
Madeline: Last summer, what happened in Florence? What happened to you? You left me alone. I deserve an explanation. [ He kisses her shoulder ]
Red: I was serious about Tegucigalpa. What do you think? Right now.
Madeline: What happened in Florence?

[ Alarm goes off ]
Madeline’s escort: Come! I need to get you to the safe room. All embassy dignitaries will head to the safe room.
[ A guard walks by Red. Red pinches his nec, grabs his gun, shoots twice into the ceiling, then drops the gun into a trash receptacle and walks on calmly ]
[ Voices: ]
– Quick, quick.
– Quick.
– Quick, quick.
– Hurry.
[ Red heads down stairwell, encounters guard, points upstairs behind him ]
Red: Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! There was a man. He had a gun. The man had a gun.
[ When guard looks where Red is pointing, Red gets him in a choke hold and renders him unconscious ]

Voice over video-surveillance monitor: Suspect spotted in stairwell A–2.
Madeline: [ Pointing to Red on the monitor ] Reddington! It’s him! He’s the one who did this! Call security!

[ Red gets to bottom of stairs. Liz is cuffed to a chair and under guard ]
Red: [ Acting over–the–top gay ] There you are! What the hell happened to you?! You just leave me stranded with that awful Algerian?! He’s been hitting on me for 20 minutes!
Sir, this is a secure area!
Red: Well, not secure enough if you ask me, sister. You know what? Why don’t you ask Rasil? We wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for that troublemaker. Always an agenda with him. Cultural attaché. Culture my ass. The things I do for this one. Gallivanting around the globe for your little assignations with you–know–hmm–hmm, carrying her furs and bikinis as if I wouldn’t rather be back in Dutchess County with my shelties. Hey, don’t take anything for granted! Everything you have was bought and paid for by your boyfriend! Do you have any idea whose horn this tramp is blowing? Let’s just say it starts with Bashar and ends with Assad, gassing you faster than a Sunni. So, let’s get her out of the hot seat and into a limo– good God! – Crumbs up! – What? Your cummerbund. Pleats up! You look like Bob Yoshimura in 8th–grade swing choir. It’s upside down!
[ When the guard looks down at his cummbund, Red punches him, knocking him out ]
Red: Aah! God, that hurts! Ohh!
Liz: What the hell was that?
Red: I don’t know. It just felt so right in the moment.
Liz: Where’s Pratt?
Red: Gone.
Liz: And the effigy?
Red: Gone with her.

Madeline: [ Leaving message for Red ] I have what you want. When you’ve wired payment, I’ll contact you with the location of the effigy. If I don’t hear from you within the hour, it’s gone.

Cooper: Where the hell is Reddington?
Liz: He told me he was going to try and locate Pratt.
Cooper: For all we know, he set up this whole thing so he could get the identities of the Russian spies, damaging national security. The Syrians know the safe was opened as a distraction, and they’re still trying to account for exactly who was in that panic room with the effigy. They’re attributing the whole heist to Reddington.
Liz: She knew where the effigy was the entire time, and she used us to get it. She got me to set off the alarm, and she used Reddington’s notoriety get the Syrians to believe that he took it.

Meera: We got something. The SIM card Keen took from Pratt’s phone. This is a list of outgoing calls she made over the past two weeks. Several of these calls were to a mosque outside of Arlington.
Ressler: Homeland has a person of interest tied to that mosque– a cleric named Firas Ashear.
Liz: And he’s connected how?
Ressler: We’re not sure. But the biggest red flag is his family’s connection to The People’s Liberation Alliance.
Meera: Extremist organization out of Aleppo. Apparently, the father is a local warlord – with financial ties to the group.
Cooper: Find him. Bring him in for questioning.

Liz: Hey.
Tom: Tickets have been booked, bags are being packed, and we are all set to fly out first thing tomorrow.
Liz: Tom.
Tom: Don’t tell me. Work.
Liz: There’s nothing I can do.
There’s never anything you can do because your job has now become our life. ♤
Liz: What do you want me to say?
Tom: You don’t have to say anything. You know what? I’m gonna change my ticket. I’m gonna fly out tonight.
Liz: Tonight? What? Wait.
Tom: No, I’m not gonna wait. I think some time apart might be the best thing for us.
Liz: That is the last thing I want.
Tom: It’s not always about what you want, Liz.

Ressler: You want me to rough him up for you?
Liz: I hate this job.

Liz: How do you know Madeline Pratt?
Firas Ashear: She called me last month, asked about the effigy. I’d never met her before, and I don’t know how she found me.
Ressler:So, why’d she call you, then?
Ashear: Because the Effigy of Atargatis once belonged to my father.
Liz: He stole it from the British Museum.
Firas Ashear He was a patriot who revered Atargatis. He thought it belonged in Syria.
Liz: Then why put it up for auction?
Ashear: He didn’t. As I told Ms. Pratt, my father only possessed the effigy for a few months until the Americans raided our compound.
Ressler: What were they looking for?
Ashear: All I remember is opening a door and seeing him holding the statue. He slipped something inside it, a piece of paper.
Ressler: What did it say?
Ahead: I don’t know. But he placed the effigy in my arms and told me to run and protect it. I was 7. When the Americans found me, they took the statue as a trophy. They let me go, but my father – What happened to your father? I never saw him again. For me, that was the day he died.

Cooper: The CIA sanctioned a covert op to raid the compound of Al Hakam Ashear in early December 1983. The Agency received credible intelligence that Ashear had met with a former KGB agent to purchase information.
Ressler: What kind of information?
Meera: Ashear paid $3 million for the location of the Kungur Six, which, according to the son’s story, he hid in the base of the statue.
Cooper: So, it appears the six aren’t people.
Liz: What do you mean?
Cooper: During the Cold War, there were rumors that Russia was able to hide several nuclear weapons in America.
Ressler: Those weren’t rumors.
Cooper: Pratt was hired to steal the effigy because inside it are directions to those weapons. The Kungur Six are not Russian agents.
Liz: They’re nuclear bombs. Hidden all across the country.

Red: Tell me about the coordinates. What coordinates?
Madeline: Stop it.
Red: I had a little talk with Rasil. We had a few laughs, compared notes about you. He told me all about that delightful thing you do with a trouser belt, which was a bit hurtful, since I was pretty sure it was our thing. The coordinates.
Madeline: It’s over. You were played. Go home. You really want to know why I brought you into this? Florence. Because you didn’t show. Florence was everything, our way out, a fresh start. But to you, it’s all just a job. Tegucigalpa? Honestly? If I was interested in having an affair, I’d find a man with hair.

[ Men come up on Red and Madeline, tase them, load them into a van and take off ]

[ Madeline wakes up in a cell, on the floor. A man lies unconscious on the floor of the cell next to hers ]
Madeline: Raymond. Raymond, is that you? Raymond, say something.

Meera: RA-115 suitcase nukes. This is the kind of device the KGB would smuggle into the US at the time. Each bomb has about 50 pounds of high–explosive material, blast radius of nearly 2,000 feet.
Ressler: You place one of these near a high–profile target, the fallout alone guarantees mass casualties.
Cooper: Get a nest team on standby.
Where are we on Kalif?
We confirmed Reddington’s allegation. Rasil Kalif is an asset working undercover for the Russian mafia. If they get their hands on these nukes, God knows who they may sell them to.

Madeline: The Syrians aren’t getting the effigy back. It’s gone. I’ve already sold it to the Russians.
Red: I ran out of gas.
Madeline: Huh?
Red: I was so excited to get home, I didn’t even bother to look. My head was just – I ran out of gas.
Madeline: What are you talking about?
Red: It was Christmas Eve. I pulled off to the side of the road. Seemed like it’d been snowing for days. No traffic. No cars to come help. Just me and a car full of gifts. It was more than 20 years ago. I must have walked four miles five, maybe. It was so still. Just cold and white. The whole time, all I could think about was them in our house. The warm light in the windows, the smoke from the chimney. The sound of my daughter at the piano. The smell of the tree and the fire, oyster stew on the stove. I was so upset to think that I’d ruined Christmas for them, being late, leaving the gifts in the car. But the closer I got, the more I realized how funny the whole thing was, how much they’d love the story, daddy running out of gas, how every Christmas they’d get such joy from telling that story at my expense. And then, finally I got there. I walked I walked through the door. And there was just blood. All I saw was blood. All there was was blood. I can I can still s–smell the nape of her neck, feel her little fingers on my cheek her whisper in my ear. That’s why I didn’t show up in Florence. It’s why I haven’t shown up in a lot of places over the years.
[ Jailers come and roughly take Red away ]
Madeline: No, don’t. Please, please. No, please! Stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please come back! I’ll tell you what you want to know!
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[ Madeline gives the jailer a pad with writing on it ]
Madeline: Now, I gave you what you wanted. Where is he?
[ Jailer immediately hands the pad to Red, who’s looking spiffy as can be in a fresh suit ]
Madeline: No.
Red: [ On phone ] We have the location of the effigy.
Madeline: You son of a –
Red: Yes.
Madeline: You’ll never get to it in time. Damn you, Reddington! Damn you, Raymond! You let me out of here right now, you son of a bitch! Was it true? That story about your family? Was any of it true?
Red: We should have gone to Tegucigalpa.

[ Ressler and Liz shoot it out with bad guys trying to beat them to the effigy – ]
– We have to assume we’re late to the party, so – Watch your backs.
– Come on.
– Go! Go! Clear.
– Clear.
– Rasil’s just bailed out! Cover!

Cooper: ERT examined the statue. There was nothing inside, no coordinates. No papers of any kind, nothing on Kalif or any of his men.
Red: It appears Madeline sent us on a good old–fashioned snipe hunt.
Cooper: I sent a team to the warehouse where you said we could find Pratt. She was gone. Where is she?
Red: Let’s talk about the effigy.
Cooper: Why? The idea that it actually contained anything was obviously a myth.
Red: Or maybe Madeline double-crossed the Russians and kept the coordinates to the nukes for herself and led you to believe it was all a myth.
Cooper: You have them.
Red: While you were chasing the effigy, I was coming to terms with Madeline. In a moment of weakness, she gave me the coordinates.
Cooper: You knew there was nothing inside the effigy when you sent us after Kalif.
Red: I thought you might have a passing interest in rounding up some Russian mobsters.
Cooper: The coordinates. Where are they?
Red: Relax, Harold. I have no use for rusty Russian firecrackers left over from the ’60s.
Cooper: You want the effigy
Red: And you want the bombs. How about a trade?

[ Liz is trying to reach Tom ]
Recording: Hi, you’ve reached Tom Keen. I’m away from my phone right now, but leave a message–

Ressler: Case file on Pratt.
Liz: You taking off already?
Ressler: Yeah. Meeting Audrey for dinner.
Liz: I think he’s gonna leave me.

♪ – all my life there you go oh, please stay –

Liz: No. Go.

♪ just this once –

Liz: You have dinner.

♪– anyway –

Ressler: She’ll understand.

♪ all my life there they go
oh, please stay anyway
all my life there you go
oh, please stay – just this once –

[ At Tom’s conference ]
Tom: Hi. Uh, Tom Keen checking in.

♪– anyway –

Clerk: Mr. Keen. Alone, right?

♪– all my life there they go – oh, please stay –

Jolene: Hello.

♪– anyway –

Cooper: May I help you?
Martin: Special Agent Walter Gary Martin. DC Bureau. Let me just start by saying the Director really values all the work you’re doing here. Personally, I can’t think of anyone better suited for the job. Your office said you wanted to talk about Diane Fowler.
Cooper: Absolutely.
Martin: I tell you what. I’ve heard people talk about the post office, but this facility. Now, look, I don’t want to sound any alarm bells, but I’ve become aware of the fact that you’ve tasked one of your agents to investigate the disappearance of Diane Fowler.
Cooper: Is that a problem?
Martin: The disappearance of the head of the Criminal Division is a situation we need to manage carefully.
Cooper: What does that mean?
Martin: You need to stop. I don’t want to step on any toes.
Cooper: That’s not gonna happen.
Martin: But this is coming from up top. The investigation into the disappearance of Diane Fowler is being handled by the DC Bureau. If we have any questions, we’ll call.
Cooper: I asked Agent Malik to look into–
Martin: You need to stop. I’ve been cleared Level 4. I’m gonna need all your case files.
Cooper: Listen, Agent Martin–
Martin: To be abundantly clear, the DC field office is running point. It’s protocol. We’ll take it from here.

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♫ Starfucker
By Rawnald Gregory Erickson The Second

♪ All my life
There you go
Oh please stay
Just this once
Anyway…

♪ All my life
There they go
Oh please stay
For the night
Anyway

♪ All my life
There you go
Oh please stay
Just this once
Anyway

♪ All my life
There they go
Oh please stay
For the night
Anyway

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🔴 Episode 1:15 The Judge

 
🔴 Episode 1:15 The Judge

First aired: 3/3/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1JhIaMb
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1WEjNlK

Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Jonathan Shapiro, Lukas Reiter
Directed by: Peter Werner

 

Episode 1:15 The Judge

Blurb: When the wheels of the justice system fail to deliver justice, what recourse do the victims or those falsely condemned have? The Judge offers a final appeal.

 
[ A man walks down a highway on a cold winter’s day. His gait is staggering, his gaze empty. He carries a tattered paper sack ]
[ Wind whistling ] [ A semi-trailer truck thunders by, horn blaring ]
[ A smaller truck slows and its driver rolls down the window ]
Driver: Hey. Hey, pal.
[ Brakes screech ] [ He gets out and goes over to the man, who is bearded and unresponsive ]
Driver: What’s going on? Everything okay? You all right? You a little turned around? If you’re headed to Harrisburg, you’re going the wrong way. You hear me? What do you got there?
[ The man drops his bag, its contents clattering onto the pavement. The driver picks up a wallet, unfolding it and reads: ]
Assistant US Attorney?

Highway patrol: He hasn’t spoken. The doctor said he experienced severe trauma.
Donna: Where did you find him?
Highway patrol: On a highway outside of Harrisburg. We’re still piecing it together, but we think he may have been hitchhiking. Ma’am? Are you okay?
Donna: It’s just it’s been 12 years. [ Sighs ] Mark? Mark? It’s me. It’s Donna. [ Crying ] Where have you been? It’s been 12 years.

Red: [ Laughs ] [ Sighs ] What is this? A ’78?
Cowboy: You got a picture?
Red: My father loved Cadillacs.
Cowboy: And she’s alive?
Red: She’s calling herself Jolene Parker.
Cowboy: I’ll notify you when I find her.
Red: You don’t have all the information.
Cowboy. I have all I need.
Red: No. She’s –
Cowboy: Do I tell you how to do your job?
Red: No, I don’t.
Cowboy: So don’t tell me how to do mine. If I was able to find you hiding on that sheep farm outside of Dingle, I can find this girl. Don’t you worry how.
Red: I love hats. But that honestly, that takes a certain kind of man. What size are you? I’m a 7 1/2.
Cowboy: I’ll find the girl.
Red: I don’t want you to find her. I know where she is. I want you to tell me where she’s been. Cities, safe houses, aliases. She’s already faked her death to elude me. Now she’s back. I want you to tell me everything you can about where she’s been, what she’s been up to.

[ At a conference for teachers Tom is attending ]
Jolene: I mean, I thought this was a teacher conference, not a book burning.
Rosa: There’s nothing wrong with a little editing. They’re children. Kids shouldn’t be reading “Lolita.”
Jolene: Why not? I mean, th–the heart goes where it wants to go.
Male teacher: Uh, Mr. Whitney’s heart sent him right into an affair with Timmy Logan’s mom.
Rosa: Are you saying that’s okay?
Jolene: No, I just – I–I–I don’t think books are anything to be afraid of.
[ Tom’s cellphone is vibrating ]
Jolene: I mean, I think that people have affairs because they’re miserable in their marriages. And I don’t think you should judge them for it, and I certainly don’t think you can blame a book.
[ Vibrating continues ]
Jolene: What do you think, Tom?
Tom: Um I think Mr. Whitney should thank his lucky stars because Timmy Logan’s mom is way out of his league.
[ Scoffs ] Oh.
Rosa: Call me provincial, but I for one think it’s inappropriate. I mean, how old is he, anyway? [ Indistinct conversation ]

Red: [ Door closes ] Lizzie. Have you seen the paper?
Liz: What about it?
Red: Mark Hastings, US Attorney from Maryland – the head of the Reynoso Cartel.
A week later, he went missing.
I remember. The Bureau assumed it was a retribution killing.
Liz: Red: Yeah, well, two days ago, he was found wandering on a road in Pennsylvania. Nobody knows where he’s been.
Liz: Was he in hiding?
Red: I believe he was held captive, but not by the Reynoso cartel. It’s all quite a mystery. They say he’s too traumatized to speak. But if what I believe about Hastings is true, if he has been held captive all these years, then it would confirm that the myth is true – The Judge is real.
Liz: The Judge?
Red: Every culture has a justice myth, an avenging angel who exacts retribution for the weak and innocent. Golem for the Jews, Tu Po for the Chinese. The Ancient Greeks had Adrestia, the Goddess Of Revenge.
Liz: And we have The Judge.
Think of him as a prisoner’s court of last resort. When your legal appeals have all been exhausted and there is no hope left, you can make one last plea to The Judge.
Liz: What kind of plea?
Red: Prisoners can state their case, argue their innocence, explain why they were convicted unfairly and who is responsible – a prosecutor, a corrupt detective, maybe an incompetent public defender.
This demand for justice – where does it go?
Red: Supposedly, it’s passed among inmates until it finally reaches some book depository at the FederalPenitentiary in Monroe, Virginia.
And then?
Red: Nobody knows for sure. Nobody’s ever met him. Somehow, the appeals make their way to The Judge. He reviews the case, and if he thinks you’re innocent, he evens the score. If freedom or life were taken unfairly, he demands the same in return – an eye for an eye.

Cooper: Reddington says Mark Hastings was held captive?
Liz: Yes, but not by Reynoso. He thinks it might’ve been payback for a different case Hastings prosecuted. Aram? [ Aram pulls up file ] Leonard Debs – sentenced to 14 years for armed robbery when he was 28.
Ressler: According to this so–called Judge, this guy is innocent?
Liz: A witness allegedly came forward at the time saying Debs wasn’t at the scene. Hastings never told the defense.
Ressler: Debs got out two months ago. He served 12 years of his 14–year sentence.
Hastings went missing.
Cooper: Hastings took 12 years away from Leonard Debs, so The Judge evened the score.
Liz: And Reddington says there have been others. A New York homicide detective, an appellate court judge, two prosecutors all missing and presumed dead, all involved in cases in which some impropriety was alleged, which made them targets for The Judge.
Cooper: An underground criminal court of appeals.
Liz: We believe that the appeals are being processed through a book depository run by a prison–literacy project.
Aram: We pulled the files of everyone who worked at the depository, and I think we found something. Frank Gordon – a civilian now, but he’s a convicted killer. He now works for a prison–literacy project at their book depository in Monroe, Virginia.
Ressler: [ Hypothetical ] He takes the letters from the returned books, screens them for The Judge.
Cooper: Find him. And see if you can get anything out of him.

Woman: Frank’s been with us for almost six years now, ever since the court reversed his conviction.
Liz: Does his job require he interact with prisoners?
Woman: Well, n–not directly, but he does respond to their requests. Our program is one of the many that provides inmates with reading materials.

Woman: Frank?
Ressler: Who else knows Frank stays here?
Woman: Is he in some kind of trouble?
Ressler: What’s back there?
Woman: Oh, I–I really feel we should wait for Frank to come back. It’s his space. It’s –
[ Ressler gets flashlight from drawer ]
Ressler: [ To Liz and the woman ] Stay here.
Ressler: Hello? Mr. Gordon? FBI. We’d like to talk to you.
[ Thudding ]
Liz: What is it?
Ressler: Stay where you are.
[ Junk, clothes, books, junk, papers … just like home! lol ]
Liz: Ressler? You okay? Ressler!
[ Frank hits Ressler, who drops flashlight. Liz comes running, shoots ]

Woman: He was just there. Agent Keen – she fired, tried to stop him, but it happened too fast.
He got away.
Liz: [ To Ressler ] I set up checkpoints at all major roads and highways, sent Frank Gordon’s photo to State, Federal.
Ressler: You’re not gonna believe this. Pleas from inmates, all handwritten from prisons all over the country – ADX, Marion, Pelican Bay. And look at this. Alan Ray Rifkin. It’s a case folder – research, evidence. Frank was reviewing trial transcripts for The Judge.
Liz: Alan Ray Rifkin – American college student, dropped out, joined the army, deployed to Afghanistan. In 2003, he was tried and convicted as an enemy combatant – fought alongside the Taliban. He’s scheduled for execution tomorrow. According to the charges, Rifkin and a few dozen Taliban fighters raided an Afghan village, killing dozens of civilians. At trial, Rifkin’s lawyers claimed it was friendly fire, that the American military destroyed the village, from the air, mistaking it for a Taliban outpost. The military denied it.
Ressler: So The Judge thinks Rifkin is innocent.

[ Knock on door ]
Aram: Guys, that Rifkin case you were asking about – the investigating officer was the Senior FBI Agent in Afghanistan at the time – Harold Cooper.

Cooper: You think this is a coincidence? Reddington feeds you The Judge, and I’m next on that lunatic’s hit list?
Liz: We need to take it seriously.
Cooper: No, we don’t. The federal prosecutor on the case is Tom Connolly. His reputation speaks for itself. So should mine. Rifkin admitted to treason.
Liz: We’re not saying he’s innocent. But if you or Connolly are in danger –
Cooper: What exactly does this so–called Judge think that we missed?
Liz: We don’t know yet. We’re reviewing the file now.
Cooper: Fine. You do what you need to do. But I’m telling you, Alan Ray Rifkin is guilty. And I for one will lose no sleep watching him pay the ultimate price for his crimes.

Liz: Mr. Rifkin, my name is Agent Keen. I’m with the FBI.
Rifkin: Oh, I’d stand and applaud, but –
Ruth Kipling: Alan, be nice.
Liz: I’m sorry, but I was told Mr. Rifkin had waived all representation.
Kipling: He has. All of his legal claims have been exhausted.
Liz: Then you are?
Kipling: Oh, Ruth Kipling, The Amnesty Collective. The capital guidelines state that death-row inmates are allowed a designated spiritual adviser.
Liz: Okay. First, let me tell you that I’m not here to reconsider your case. The court rulings are final.
Rifkin: Uh, how’s this work, Agent Keen? You just assume that I’m stupid?
Liz: I’m not here to see if you’re stupid, Mr. Rifkin. I’m here to see if you’re angry – angry enough to want revenge. It’s my understanding you filed for a demand of justice with The Judge.
Kipling: No, as I said, all of his legal appeals have been exhausted.
Liz: He knows what I mean.
Rifkin: Since when does the FBI believe in prison-yard myths? It’s a story. He doesn’t exist. Here’s what I will say – I have a sacred duty to battle the evil that put me here.
Liz: And who put you here?
Kipling: You read his file. You know he confessed.
Rifkin: I assure you, not of my own free will.
Liz: You’re saying you were coerced?
Rifkin: I’m saying that I was beaten. I’m saying that FBI Agent Harold Cooper – he beat me under the orders of Assistant US Attorney Thomas Connolly.
[ Indistinct conversations, television chatter ]

Jolene: What’s the story with guys and basketball, anyway? Honestly, if the Wizards were playing, I could stand in front of my TV naked, and you know what my fiancé would say? “Move.” [ Chuckles ]
Tom: Really? – [ Chuckles ]
Waiter: – Ma’am?
Jolene: Uh, Maker’s. Double. She’s having an affair with Mr. Whitney. Have you talked to him about it?
Tom: Yeah, I have. Believe me, it’s not good, especially during parent–teacher conferences –
Jolene: Ohh!
Tom: – because her husband has no clue. But, you know, that’s the job. I mean, teachers get to know every part of their students’ lives, their families. Some of it you just have to keep secret.
Jolene: Are you good at that?
Tom: At what?
Jolene: Keeping secrets. Where’s your wife?
Tom: Sh- she couldn’t come.
Jolene: Did you invite her?
Tom: I thought – I thought you had a fiancé.
Jolene: Oh, I do. We haven’t picked a date yet. I’d invite you to the wedding, but I don’t think he’d like you.
Tom: Why is that?
Jolene: Isn’t it obvious? You here buying me drinks while your wife’s back home?
Tom: I haven’t done anything wrong.

[ Tom and Jolene dancing wildly, kissing when the door to the room they are in opens. It’s a little boy, 8 or 9. Tom and Jolene separate. Boy quickly leaves. Jolene giggles. Tom leans against wall. ]
Jolene: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, uh Oh, God.
Tom: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Jolene: Yeah, me too. [ Miffed, Jolene leaves ]

[ A few minutes later, Jolene returns ]
Jolene: You know, actually, I’m not that sorry. She gives him her key card ]
Jolene: I’m in room 618.
Tom: Yeah.
Jolene: I’m there now.

Frank: [On phone] Where are we on the Rifkin case? … Understood, but I need to know that you and your men will be ready to grab Connolly and Cooper if the execution goes down as scheduled. Okay, bye.
Kipling: Damn FBI. Couldn’t find their own asses with a mirror and a GPS. How the hell did they find you?
Frank: I don’t know. Somebody must be talking, and it’s certainly not me. Oh, Frank, I believe you. You’re a John, not a Judas. Walk with me. It’s feeding time.
[ Groaning, coughing in distance ]
Kipling: Hastings, the one we released – do we know if he’s talking to the authorities?
Frank: He’s not. His mind’s too far gone. My sources say he’s with his family – still hasn’t spoken a word.
Kipling: Ah, it’s just a matter of time.
Frank: About the Rifkin execution – we’re ready to respond, but –
Kipling: Yeah, but what? Frank, Frank, look at me. You were innocent. People like this put you in jail. They took 20 years of your life –
Frank: But if they’re on to us?
Kipling: If they find us, so be it. Until then, I’m not gonna stop the work we’re doing. If Rifkin dies, tell the others to carry out the sentence. Just because you’re on the outside now doesn’t mean you can forget.
Frank: Good night, mother.
[ Rattling of prisoners in their cells ]

Ressler: Okay, so, the question is, why does The Judge think Rifkin is innocent?
Meera: We’ve been together a timeline of events using the file you found in Frank Gordon’s room, and we found a problem. After Rifkin was caught, Cooper had him flown from Bagram to Andrews Air Force Base in Virginia. From there, prison transport took them to a federal holding facility in Alexandria. That trip should’ve taken 30 minutes. At trial, the US Marshal supervising the transport said it arrived on schedule. But look at this – the event log. It recorded the actual time that the Marshal swiped in to Alexandria. That trip didn’t take half an hour. It took 2 1/2 hours.
Liz: Why wasn’t this presented at trial?
Ressler: Another event log was – one that matched the 30–minute timeline.
Aram: One of the event logs is fake.
Liz: We should find the Marshal, ask him directly.

[ Wind howling, snowing ]
Liz: William Munson? Agent Keen. FBI. I’m investigating a case you’re connected to. The defendant is Alan Ray Rifkin.
Munson: Not here. I don’t want the people I work with knowing I’m involved in this.
Liz: I’m running out of time, Mr. Munson. Alan Ray Rifkin is running out of time.
Munson: I know that. Why the hell do you think I came forward?
Liz: Came forward? To whom?
Munson: That group, the one that fights against the death penalty – The Amnesty Collective.
Liz: You and Cooper, you were at Andrews when Rifkin landed. You drove him?
Munson: Yeah, I was there. But Cooper and me, we weren’t the only ones. That prosecutor, Tom Connolly, he was waiting on the tarmac.
Liz: Connolly was there?
Munson: He was angry. Said the Rifkin case was assigned to him. Kept saying they didn’t have enough to convict. He was going places, you know, and he wasn’t gonna wreck his career by losing a high-profile case.
Liz: You heard this?
Munson: He said they needed a confession. He told Cooper to pick him up, take him over to one of the hangars, and not let him out until he admitted it.
Liz: Mr. Munson, did Agent Cooper physically coerce Rifkin?
Munson: “Physically coerce”? Man, you feds are too much. He beat him, yeah. I swept out the entry log, made the timeline make sense, and I had Rifkin treated in his cell instead of the infirmary to avoid any record. Everyone said he was betraying our country. But now, if he’s really gonna die. [ Sighs ]

Cooper: Tom.
Connolly: Harold. What are you doing out this way?
Cooper: Looking for you, Tom. We have a problem with Rifkin. We need to contain this.

Cowboy: I found a flash drive, and your girl [Jolene] got some stuff. The last six months, she’s been in Havana, Port Au Prince, Miami, various aliases. Last September, she was in Prague.
Red: This Jolene is definitely moving towards something.
Cowboy. Red, best I can tell, the girl’s tracking someone, causing trouble. She’s either got lots of little targets or one real big one.

[ Door opens, closes ]
Liz: We need to talk about Rifkin.
Cooper: I’ve already said everything I have to say on the subject.
Liz: Sir, I need to know whether you –
Connolly: What’s going on?
Cooper: Agent Keen, this is US Attorney Tom Connolly.
Connolly: Harold’s been telling me what a great agent you are. Dog with a bone.
Liz: Sir, may we speak privately?
Connolly: The thing is, this Rifkin case – the court has made its decision.
Cooper: Agent Keen, whatever you have to say to me, you can say to both of us.
Liz: I need to know what happened at the airport after you landed with Rifkin.
Cooper: Rifkin was transferred to a holding facility, as documented.
Liz: You beat a confession out of him.
Connolly: Who told you that?
Liz: Your transport log was doctored. This is the real log, which shows how long Rifkin was actually at the airport. There’s a two–hour gap.
Connolly: Where’d you get that?
Liz: Does it matter?
Cooper: Let’s not play games. You clearly have a theory. Let’s hear it.
Liz: No, I don’t have a theory. I have a witness who says he heard you order you to beat a confession out of Rifkin. He saw it happen.
Cooper: I did not railroad an innocent man. There were witnesses, firsthand accounts.
Liz: Did you beat him?
Cooper: Yes. Agent Keen, Alan Ray Rifkin deserves the sentence he received for his crimes.
Liz: He’s being transferred for execution. We have to stop it until the court looks at his confession.
Connolly: His day in court is over. He’s exhausted his appeals. Once that happens, the Supreme Court is clear. Why he confessed or whether he’s even guilty becomes legally irrelevant.
Liz: We’ll see if the Federal Clemency Officer agrees with you.
Connolly: [ Chuckles ] He won’t even agree to a meeting. Be careful who you go around talking to, Agent Keen.
Liz: [To Cooper ] Are you telling me this, or is he?
Cooper: The only career you should worry about is your own.

Warden: Upon arrival at the execution facility, the condemned shall be provided a form BP 199, in which he will be asked where his body is to be sent.
Liz: I understand.
Liz: No. He’s the Federal Clemency Officer. I need to talk to him. Yes, please have him call me.
Warden: He may have not more than one spiritual adviser, two defense attorneys, and up to five adult friends or relatives.

[ Rifkin is shown being prepped for execution ]
Liz: Connolly was right. They don’t consider the event log new evidence, and even if they did, the deadline to consider Rifkin’s factual innocence has passed. Do they realize how insane that is? His innocence can’t be considered?
Rifkin: [ Whimpers ] [ Breathing heavily ] I just want to say I didn’t do it. You’re killing an innocent man here tonight.
Kipling: Even God won’t forgive you for this.
Executioner: We’re ready.
Rifkin: Good night, mother. Good night. Good night.
[ Whirring ] [ Monitor beeping, flatline ]

Connolly: We did the right thing.
Cooper: Yes. Just not the right way.
Connolly: Let me ask you something. That agent, Keen, the task force. I mean, I’ve asked around on the Hill, Main Justice. Nobody knows what the hell it is you do. I’ve heard the stories.
They say you guys are taking down everybody – people who aren’t even on our radar. How?
[ Cooper will not say ]
Connolly: [ Laughs ] Nothing? Really? Well, I can tell you this. When I’m Attorney General and I get the President to appoint you Director of the FBI, you’re gonna tell me all about it, the truth about your secret weapon [ Elevator bell dings ] because we both know you have one.

[ Connolly and Cooper reach their vehicle. Guards, driver are dead. A white van pulls up and men grab them both, force them inside. They are brought to Ruth Kipling’s prison and sat in two chairs ]
Frank: The Judge would like to see you.
Kipling: An innocent man is dead because of you, because you lied.
Cooper: Alan Ray Rifkin was a terrorist.
Kipling: You beat him to force a confession.
Cooper: To a crime he committed.

Liz: [ On phone ] Cooper’s been taken.
Red: By whom?
Liz: The Judge, we think, as retribution for Rifkin’s execution.
Liz: [ To Aram ] Anything?
Aram: Not yet.
Red: Alan Ray Rifkin? –
Liz: [ Excitedly ] We’ve got nothing! No license plate, no surveillance footage. They could be anywhere by now.
Red: Back up, Lizzie.

Red: Rifkin. Go back to Rifkin. Why would The Judge hold Cooper responsible for his execution?
Liz: Because he coerced Rifkin’s confession.
Red: You’re certain of that?
Liz: Cooper admitted it to me.
Red: How about the guy The Judge released?
Liz: Hastings? We’re getting a court order to talk to him over his doctor’s objections. He’s worried about further trauma.
Red: If you ever want to see Cooper again, you need to get Hastings to talk. Lizzie, I must be going.
Liz: Wait. Did you hear me? Rifkin was executed – an eye for an eye. Cooper is going to die.
Red: [ Cellphone beeps ] Dembe, you better tell Edward there’s gonna be a change in flight plan.

Kipling: A woman’s son is dead because of you – a husband, father, brother, a good man.
Cooper: Rifkin was given every opportunity to prove his innocence.
Kipling: Prove to who? To you? To the very people who framed him in the first place? You know, if you did your job right, I wouldn’t have to do mine! How do you plead?
Cooper: Lady, listen, this thing you’re doing, th–this – this is a horrible mistake.
Kipling: I said, how do you plead?
Cooper: I guess I plead not guilty. Madame.
Kipling: [ Chuckles ] I find you guilty.
[ Sound of prisoners banging ] [ Sighs ]

Red: Richard. Say something, Richard. I keep meaning to attend our academy class reunions, and I remember how pinched I look in dinner dress blues.
Richard: What the hell do you want?
Red: How’s your family?
Richard: My wife left me, thanks. After I was sidelined. You made a hell of a mess when you left. Nobody believed we couldn’t see it coming. Maybe we helped you. Maybe we facilitated your treason. Even without any evidence, it was enough to destroy some careers.
Red: Yes. Richard, I need to know about the Rifkin case. He claims civilians were fired on by soldiers from a Black Hawk that CENTCOM says it never deployed.
Richard: I can’t help you.
Red: You were operational in the Guldara District. If there were choppers in the air, you knew about it.
Richard: Rooming with you was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
Red: I’m offering you an opportunity, Richard. The men who want this information can be very helpful. If you help them, it could put you back on track.

Liz: I’m so sorry, Mr. Hastings. I can’t imagine how difficult this must be for you. But there are others still there, being held. I need to know where you were held.
Donna Hastings: – Enough. Please. Just go.
Mark Hastings: Good night, mother.
Donna: No, Mark, it’s me. It’s Donna.

Liz: Aram, the paper said Rifkin’s last words at his execution were “Good night, mother.” He said it to his spiritual adviser, Ruth Kipling. I just heard Hastings say it.
Aram: Okay, Ruth Suzanne Kipling – single, 62, attended Vassar College, and co-founded the prison rights organization The Amnesty Collective.
Liz: The Marshal that covered up for Cooper and Connolly – that’s the organization he reached out to.
Aram: Which is how Kipling found out about the entry-log evidence. Okay, I’ve got an address in Mercer County, Pennsylvania.
Liz: I bet that’s where she’s holding them.

[ At Ruth Kipling’s compound ]
[ Banging ]
Kipling: We ready, Frank?
[ Generator turns over ] [ Electricity crackles ] [ Cooper is strapped into makeshift electric chair ]

Liz: Red.
Red: Lizzie, have you located Harold?
Yes. We’re almost there.
Red: There’s been a development.

Kipling: Thus do I commend the end into the arms of our Lord Jesus Christ, the preserver of all mercy and reality, and the Father –
Frank: We got a problem.
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Ressler: Get your men out of here. Fall back now. Move! Move! Let’s go.
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Frank: What are they doing? Why are they moving back?
They want to talk.
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Liz: Ruth, this is not a tactic. I’m not trying to negotiate. … Yes, new information on the Rifkin case. Someone with high-level access is en route.
[ Banging ] [ Laughs ]
Red: Of course. A woman.
Rifkin: If you came to advocate on behalf of Agent Cooper –
Red: I didn’t. I came to advocate on behalf of you. After devoting your life to a pursuit of the truth, to making things right, it would be such a shame in your last act to get it so wrong. This is a classified Pentagon file on the Rifkin case. In the spirit of full disclosure, it’s a felony for me to have it or for you to see it. But under the circumstances, who are we to quibble? It states that on October 3, 2002, US military intelligence officers deployed a unit by helicopter to the village of Guldara in the Kabul Province of Afghanistan to extract an asset whose identity had been compromised. The Taliban in the area with whom Alan Ray Rifkin had aligned himself got word of the informant and advanced on the village. But they were too late. The boys had extracted their asset and left. Angry and suspicious of others, the Taliban and Rifkin set fire to the village and executed inhabitants. Dozens of women and children were killed at the hands of the Taliban in response to US military intelligence in the area. I guess, fearing more headlines, the Pentagon wanted no association with the incident, so they covered it up. That is what happened. That is the truth. That’s why you’re not gonna light up Agent Cooper today. Alan Ray Rifkin wasn’t executed because of a beating or because of a cover–up. He was executed because of the truth. Now, you and I could talk for days about the whys and why–nots of an execution, but at the end of it all, in the final moment, the only irrefutable fact is you better be right. And I’m betting you’re not so sure.
Ruth Kipling: How could you possibly know what I’m thinking?
Red: Mark Hastings. You let him go because he had served his time, because this has always been about justice in your eyes, not blind revenge. The day you started this, you knew it would inevitably end, that when you released your first prisoner, you would get caught. You don’t want to diminish your legacy of righteousness because of him which is why you’re going to surrender. Harold, don’t look so glum. Come on.

[ Rifkin, Frank and others surrender and prisoners are freed ]

Connolly: I thought you were gone. What happened?
Cooper: My secret weapon.

Cooper: Five prosecutors, a federal judge, two cops – there were 10 people in that bunker. What’s this?
Liz: Pleas we found in Frank Gordon’s room from prisoners all over the country.
Cooper: Send it to the Justice Department for review. Walk with me? Agent Keen, I regret the methods that we employed to obtain Rifkin’s confession. If you feel obligated to report it, I understand.
Liz: I think we’ve had enough judgment for today.

Cooper: You knew this was gonna happen with me, The Judge. If you thought that by saving me you’d get some kind of leverage –
Red: Harold, a war is coming. I believe the incursion of this facility and the rather sudden disappearance of Diane Fowler were just the beginning, and I’m certain that things will get considerably worse before they get better.
Cooper: You want my help.
Red: Not now. Later. But when I do, I hope you’ll remember what happened today.
Cooper: Is that it?
Red: No. I’d like you to reach out to Admiral Richard Abraham, he was very helpful in resolving the matters of the day. He’s had a rough go of it for quite some time.
Cooper: Abraham.
Red: Yes. Admiral Richard. He’s a good man. I wonder if you could pull a few strings.
Cooper: I’ll see what I can do.

[ Footsteps approaching ] [ Car door opens ] [ Sighs ]
Red: What have you found?
Cowboy: Looks like your girl has been following your every move. You want me to bring her in?
Red: No. I believe she’s finishing an operation. I’d like to see how it plays out.

[ ♫ Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” plays ]

♪ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

♪ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

♪ Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

♪ Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

[ Door lock beeps ]
Tom: Hey.
Jolene: Hey. I’m glad you came. [ Chuckles ]
Tom: I’m sorry. I can’t. That’s why I came here, to tell you that I can’t do this because I love my wife.
[ Tom turns and begins to walk away ]
Jolene: [ Angrily ] Wrong answer! Elizabeth Keen is not your wife, she’s your target!
Tom: [ Scoffs ] She’s my what? What is this? Did they send you? Really? To what? Test me? [ Chuckles ] I told you that I was in love with her because that is exactly what I am supposed to be. That – is my job.

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♫ Jolene
By Dolly Parton

♪ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

♪ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

♪ Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

♪ Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

♪ He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

♪ And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene

♪ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

♪ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

♪ You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me, Jolene

♪ I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

♪ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

♪ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him even though you can
Jolene, Jolene

Lyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1Fwci4m
YouTube: Slow-Ass Jolene (Oliver Ciderapple: http://bit.ly/1HLDKww)

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