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NBCās series The Blacklist created by: Jon Bokenkamp
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Raymond āRedā Reddington ā James Spader
Elizabeth Keen ā Megan Boone
Donald Ressler ā Diego Klattenhoff
Harold Cooper ā Harry Lennix
Tom Keen ā Ryan Eggold
Aram Mojtabai ā Amir Arison
Samar Navabi ā Mozhan MarnĆ²
Dembe Zuma ā Hisham Tawfiq
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š“ Episode 1:1 ā¤ Pilot (ā¤ w Slideshow: āVery Specialā)
š“ Episode 1:2 ā¤ The Freelancer
š“ Episode 1:3 ā¤ Wujing
š“ Episode 1:4 ā¤ The Stewmaker
š“ Episode 1:5 ā¤ The Courier
š“ Episode 1:6 ā¤ Gina Zanetakos
š“ Episode 1:7 ā¤ Frederick Barnes
š“ Episode 1:8 ā¤ General Ludd (ā¤ w Slideshow: Angel of Death)
š“ Episode 1:9 ā¤ Anslo Garrick
š“ Episode 1:10 ā¤ Anslo Garrick ā Conclusion
š“ Episode 1:11 ā¤ The Good Samaritan Killer
š“ Episode 1:12 ā¤ The Alchemist
š“ Episode 1:13 ā¤ The Cyprus Agency (ā¤ w Slideshow: Diane Fowler)
š“ Episode 1:14 ā¤ Madeline Pratt
š“ Episode 1:15 ā¤ The Judge
š“ Episode 1:16 ā¤ Mako Tanida
š“ Episode 1:17 ā¤ Ivan (ā¤ w Slideshow: The Sorrento Music Box)
š“ Episode 1:18 ā¤ Milton Bobbit
š“ Episode 1:19 ā¤ The Pavlovich Brothers
š“ Episode 1:20 ā¤ The Kingmaker
š“ Episode 1:21 ā¤ Berlin
š“ Episode 1:22 ā¤ Berlin ā Conclusion (w Slideshows Hostages & āStay with Meā)
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š“ Episode 1:1 Pilot (Ranko Zamani)
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Series created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Brandon Sonnier, Brandon Margolis
Directed by: Joe Carnahan
Episode first aired in the US: 9/23/2013
Last Updated: 3/26/2017
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1JqoOuE
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1NtJ668
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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š ¾ļø Features:
Slideshow: āVery Specialā Scene
Slideshow: Episode in Tweets, Part A
Slideshow: Episode in Tweets, Part B
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ā Episode 1:1 Pilot (Ranko Zamani)
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Blurb: Raymond āRedā Reddington, Number Four on the FBIās Most Wanted list and underground for 20 years, offers to turn over criminals one by one from āThe Blacklist,ā his personal list of under-the-radar criminal āpoliticians, mobsters, hackers, spies.ā He has a single demand: that he speak only with Elizabeth Keen, an FBI profiler fresh out of Quantico.
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(8:57 mins)
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Grey (Newton Philips): Must be good to be home again, sir.
Red: Yeah. Well, weāll see about that.
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Red: Good afternoon. Iām here to see Assistant Director Harold Cooper.
Clerk: Do you have an appointment?
Red: I do not. Tell him itās 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 Redās file online: ā10 Most Wanted: Raymond Reddingtonā 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 ]
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Ressler: Ressler. Washington field office. Iām the case agent on Reddington.
Cooper: Assistant FBI Director Cooper: When did this happen?
Ressler: Under an hour ago.
Cooper: We confirm itās actually him?
Ressler: Itās him all right. Prints match. Tattoos. He even volunteered classified details about a Brussels Mission in ā08.
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 heās ever used. Most of āem weāve never even heard of.
Cooper: What does he want?
Ressler: Donāt know. Wonāt talk. Heās 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.
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Ressler: Raymond āRedā 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, Reddingtonās 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 guyās an equal opportunity offender, a facilitator of sorts, whoās built an enterprise brokering deals for fellow criminals.
[ An RFID tracking chip iis injected into Redās arm ]
Red: Ouch.
Ressler: He has no country. He has no political agenda. Reddingtonās only allegiance is to the highest bidder.
Tech: They call him something in the papers.
Cooper: āThe concierge of crime.ā
Tech: Heās 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 letās begin with the most important one. Why Iām 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 ā97, 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 letās say for the moment our interests are aligned.
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Tech: Ranko Sinisa Zamani. Serbian national educated in the U.S.
Cooper: Ranko Zamaniās been dead for six years. Heās a nonāexistent 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. Zamaniās alive.
Cooper: You have my attention.
Red: Were you wrong?
Cooper: I was wrong.
Red: Yes, you were wrong. At least itās not the first time. Familiar territory. Now, Iāll give you Zamani, but first ā
Cooper: No ābut firsts.ā You donāt decide anything.
Red: Agent Cooper, youāve overestimated your authority. I said Iāll help you find Zamani, and I will. But from this point forward, thereās one very important rule: I speak only with Elizabeth Keen.
Ressler: Who the hellās Elizabeth Keen?
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[ 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 donāt know. What time you gotta be there?
Liz: Oh, crap.
Tom: Whatās up?
Liz: Crap!
Tom: What?
Liz: No! My first day!
Tom: Babe, are you good? You need help?
Liz: I missed the bus, babe. Iām gonna need to take the car.
Tom: You canāt take the car. I need the car. Iāve 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 zooās gender neutral.
Tom: All right. Good thinkinā.
Liz Weāre out of milk.
Tom: Oop. Sorry.
Liz: Is this pee? Iām standing in pee, babe.
Tom: Heās your dog, too.
Liz: Yeah, thanks a lot. Iām gonna smell like a urinary tract infection on my first day!
Tom: Hey, donāt forget we got the last adoption meeting today. Oneāthirty. You heard me, right? Oneāthirty.
Liz: Yep. Oneāthirty. Last meeting.
Tom: Iām 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. Iām 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 Iām forgetting something.
Tom: Yeah.
Liz: You know Iām not gonna let this job come between us and our family, right?
Tom: I know.
Liz: We want a family, weāre going to have a family.
Tom: Were you serious about that kid thing? Because I got stuff goin ā Ow! Mama.
Liz: Todayās 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.
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[ 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 donāt think Iām gonna need to take the car.
[ Liz hands Tom car keys ]
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[ Helicopter flying over the National Mall ]
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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 whatās going on?
Liz: I wish I could. I can tell you that Iāve been vetted by the agency like everyone else, you know, same background checks, psych profiles. Iām sure OPRās trolling my digital footprint right now, and I can tell you what theyāll find.
Cooper: What will they find?
Liz: Nothing. I have no history with Reddington.
Cooper: They tell me todayās 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: Iām sorry, sir?
Cooper: Who are you? What is he looking for? Profile Elizabeth Keen.
Liz: Oh. Okay. Uh Um, well, Iāve been with the Bureau for four years. I was the head of the Mobile Emergency Psych Unit in New York. We worked murders, extortionā
Cooper: Read your rƩsumƩ.
Liz: Of course. My colleagues call me āsir.ā They think Iām 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. Iām 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 Iām new and he thinks I can be easily manipulated. The man obviously doesnāt know me very well.
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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 postā9/11. Been operating a variety of covert operations here ever since.
Liz: So this is a black site?
Ressler: Weāre sentimental. We prefer to call it The Post Office.
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Cooper: [ To Liz ] If you need anything, remember weāre 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 āorange boxā), 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 ]
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Red: Agent Keen, what a pleasure.
Liz: Well Iām here.
Red: You got rid of your highlights. You look much less ā¦ Baltimore. Do you get back home much?
Liz: Tell me about Zamani.
Red: I havenāt been home in years.
Liz: Why involve me? Iām nobody. Itās my first day. Nothinā special about me.
Red: Oh, I think youāre very specialā¦ Within the hour, Ranko Zamani will abduct the daughter of U.S. General Daniel Ryker. Thereāll be some kind of diversion, communications will be scrambled, then heāll grab the girl. He wants to be out of the country within 36 hours. If you donāt move quickly, she will die. Thatās what I know.
Liz: And how do you know this?
Red: Because Iām the one who got him into the country.
Liz: And Iām supposed to believe you?
Red: No, of course not! Iām a criminal. Criminals are notorious liars. Everything about me is a lie. But if anyone can give me a second chance, itās you.ā¤ 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. Iām gonna make you famous, Lizzie.ā¤
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[ 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 didnāt your fatherās 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. Heās bluffing, sir.
Liz: No, heās establishing value.
Ressler: Iāve 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 girlās gonna get taken.
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Liz: Excuse me. [ On cell ] Tom. Thank God you picked up.
Tom: Hey, tell me youāre close. Whatās going on? Are you close?
Liz: That helicopter, they flew me to the Assistant Director, put me on a case, and I canāt get away right now.
Tom: Youāre kidding, right? The adoption people, theyāre all waiting. Liz, are you there?
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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 ā
Ressler: We donāt have a minute. Come on. Letās go.
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Liz: [ On phone ] Iām sorry. I know we had an appointment, but thereās a girl, something happened I- I canāt tell you. Itās classified. This whole day is classified.
Tom: Lizzie Lizzie, babe, if- if itās too much, we donāt have to do this right now, okay? We donāt have to do it. Weāll justā Weāll do it next year. But if we are gonna go through with this, you gotta do it with me. I canāt do it alone, Lizzie.
Ressler: We gotta go.
Liz: No. No. Tom, listen, our family is the only thing that matters, okay? ā Itās the only thing that matters.
Tom: Okay. All right, let me, uh Let me handle it, Iāll, um, Iāll take care of it. I think this woman might punch me in the face, ā but I got it.
Liz: I am so sorry.
Tom: Donāt be sorry, just be safe, okay? I love you.
Liz: I love you too.
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Soldier: Sir.
Admiral: At ease.
Soldier: We have a situation, sir. Itās about your daughter.
Admiral: My daughter?
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[ At a ballet class, children ages 6 to 9 or so are practicing ]
Liz: Guys, with the guns, please. We donāt 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, donāt be scared. I just need you to come with me, okay? Thank you.
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[ Inside SUV ]
Liz: Your nameās Beth, right?
Beth: Yeah?
Liz: My nameās Beth, too. Iām 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 donāt have to ā Thank you so much. This is beautiful. Wow.
Beth: The bullās pokey. Be careful.
Liz: Okay, Iāll be careful.
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[ The SUV they are in slows ]
Ressler: Whatās going on?
Liz: Hey, whatās going on up there?
Soldier: HazMat has the road closed. Weāll be turning around.
Soldier: Rolling Thunder to Follow 1. Be advised we have a chemical spill ahead.
Soldier: Copy that. Proceeding to alternate route.
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Liz: Do you want to call your daddy?
Beth: Yeah, I want to tell him Iām okay.
Liz: Okay.
Guard: Back up!
[ š„ā¼ļø Crash ā¼ļøš„ A semi-truck plows into the car ]
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Liz: Are you okay?
Beth: I think so.
[ š„š„š„Gunfightš„š„š„ ensues ]
Guard: Tango, tango, tango, respond! I canāt see! I got blood in myā
[ The driver and guard in the front of the car are š„shotš„ 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 carās sunroof ]
Commando: Take it.
[ Smoke begins to fill the car ]
Liz: Okay, baby, this smokeās gonna hurt us. All right? I need you to put this on for me.
Beth: What about you?
Liz: Thereās only one. Itās for you, hon. Okay, listen to me. These men are gonna take you.
Beth: Are they gonna hurt me?
Liz: Theyāre not gonna hurt you. Iām gonna find you, okay?
Beth: Okay.
Liz: Beth, Iām 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 š„š„Explodesš„š„ā Ressler only escapes by jumping into the river below]
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Admiral: Who made the call to send that girl after my daughter? Who made the call?!
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[ Liz appears again before Red ]
Liz: Whereās the girl? Itās been four hours. Your people havenāt made any demands.
Red: My people? I told you Zamani would take the girl. I told you thatās 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 Iāll tell you. Tell me about the scar on your palm. Iāve noticed how youā 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 ā ?
Red: But a baby wonāt 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 wonāt 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?
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(10 minutes)
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Red: Well, at least you know what Zamani looks like. Oh, my goodness! I havenāt seen him in years. Very interesting fellow. Completely unrelated to this. Youāre 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 ā very expensive freelancer. I donāt know what the hell any of this is. Ooh, the German. A banker. Nameās Reinhardt. Heās 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. Iām not sure how the girl fits.
Red: What about the Chemist?
Liz: Important, well paid. Whatever Zamaniās planning is expensive. Some sort of attack?
Red: Youāre thinking like a cop. Cops are so objective. Theyāre obligated to protocols. Make it personal.
Ressler: Okay, this is nonsense.
Liz: Zamaniās 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. Zamaniās home. He bombed a chemical weapons facility, poisoning the village. Itās about his family. They died, Zamani survived. He wants revenge. He hired the Chemist to build a bomb, detonate it in Washington. Heās gonna use Beth to settle the score, deliver the bomb.
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Cooper: Okay, letās move. Weāre on a clock.
Red: I have an acquaintance. They call him The Innkeeper, runs a series of safe houses. Lean on him. Heāll know where to find the Chemist. You find the Chemist, youāll 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 Iām moving freely, in touch with old friends, staying in one of my favorite hotelsā¦
Cooper: If you think weāre gonna put you up at the Sheraton ā¦
Red: Save your Starwood points, Harold. The Sheratonās not my scene.
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[ Luxury hotel suite. Red tosses his hat onto a coffee table ]
Ressler: Hey, live it up, pal. Soon as this is over, youāre headed back to a black site.
Host: Mr. Homan, itās awfully nice to have you back. Thereās complimentary Champagne. As usual, the bedās 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?
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[ FBI storms into a room in a safe house ]
FBI: Where is The Chemist? FBI! Hands!
The Chemist: Tranquilo, papi.
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[ 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 Sinatraās ā« āHow lucky can one guy be?ā plays]
[ ā¬ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ āŖ Tap square below twice to play āŖ ]
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said
Aināt that a kick in the head?
Ressler: They found the lab. Theyāre 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: Donāt go too far.
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[ Liz arrives home to balloons and a sign reading šāItās a Girl.āšShe is elated ]
Liz: Oh, myā Did they say yes? Oh, baby! How did you do this? Oh, my God, I cannot believeā Weāre gonna have a baby, and this is exacā
[ 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 Iāll 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 Generalās daughter.
Liz: Tom, look at me.
Zamani: Make for nice surprise. But my people handle quite well, I think.
Liz: [ To Tom ] Itās 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 donātā 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 donāt know. We only knew about the girl. The rest is just speculation.
Liz: Tom, baby, itās 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: Youāre not as smart as Reddington says. My friend, he is always so obsessed with you. Iām not sure why.
Liz: Itās 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. Iām gonna get help. Iām gonna get help. Donāt fall asleeā Youāre gonna be okay! Youāre gonna be okay.
Operator: 911. What is your emergency?
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[ 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 ā
Red: Calm down and tell me what happened.
Liz: Donāt play stupid. Youāre the only thing connecting us. He told me that youāre obsessed with me.
Red: Did he mention the girl or the bomb?
Liz: Weāre not a team.
Red: Zamani.
Liz: Iām not your partner.
Red: What did he say?
Liz: I donāt know, he saidā 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 bombās 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 doesnāt matter. Zamani did you a favor, Lizzie.
[ Liz grabs pen from side table and stabs it into Redās 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 hereās how itās 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 youāll never know the truth about your husband.
Liz: You know nothing about my husband.
[ Liz yanks put the pen, throwing it on the table ]
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[ At a hospital, Ressler is standing guard outside Redās hospital room ]
Liz: Agent Ressler? I gotta talk to him.
Ressler: You shouldnāt even be here. Youāre under official review. You know that.
Liz: I know. The Chemist isnāt talking, is he?
Ressler: No.
Liz: Red knows Zamani. Just give me five minutes. Thank youā¦
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Liz: Heās gone.
[ Red is seen walking off, several floors below the hospital room ]
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[ Red greets Ranko Zamani on the steps of the US Capitol ]
Red: Itās good to see you, old friend.
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[ In SUV, Ressler and other FBI agents follow Redās tracking chip ]
Heard over FBI radio: Initiating track. Okay, got him. His chip indicates heās at the Lincoln Memorial. Weāre 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.ā¤
Red: Itās a shame youāre gonna miss the cherry blossoms.
Zamani: I think a great many people will miss the cherry blossoms.
Red: Tell me, the Generalās daughter is such a risk.
Zamani: This is about much more than one girl.
Heās 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 dayā about my legacy.
Still heading west.
[ Lizās cell phone beeps ]
Liz: Hello?
Red: Thereās a wrinkle. Zamani wants more than the Generalās daughter. Heās 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: Heās Serbian Orthodox.
Radio: Youāre closing on him.
Red: He wouldnāt have a tattoo.
Liz: I know what I saw. This mark, Iāve seen it before. Field trip. DC. Air and Space or the D.C.Zoo? It wasnāt a tattoo. It was a stamp. Zamaniās gonna bomb the D.C. Zoo.
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Ressler: I got nothinā. Come on, where is he?!
Radio. Heās turning onto Maryland Ave. Dead ahead. Heās dead ahead. Heās stopped. The signal has stopped. Heās 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 ]
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[ 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 ā she has a bomb strapped on inside her backpack. It has a timer that is ticking down ]
[ Lizās phone beeps ]
Red: Whatever you do, donāt touch it.
Liz: Thereās less than three minutes. Iāve got to evacuate, call the bomb squadā
Red: Your people will never be there in time. My friend, heās on his way.
Liz: Your friend. What friend?
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[ 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.
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Liz: Did Reddington send you?
Ukrainian: [ Speaking Ukrainian ]
Liz: I canāt understand what youāre saying. Can you stop the bomb? Can you stop it?
Beth: Are we gonna be okay?
Liz: Yeah, baby, weāre 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. Itās very special. Iāve never shown it to anybody. Itās like magic.
Beth: What does it do?
Liz: Whenever Iām 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: Youāre a brave girl.
Guy: Uzasny!
[ The bomb stops ticking with seconds to go. The Ukrainian takes Bethās 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: Heās 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! Heās got the bomb!
Red: [ As Ressler handcuffs him; To Liz: ] Weāre gonna make a great team.
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Cooper: Who is the Ukrainian?
Red: Iām not gonna tell you.
Cooper: You gave him a chemical weapon.
Red: He took it. Thatās 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 didnāt detonate, the girl is safe, Zamaniās 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 donāt want your intelligence, Agent Ressler. Iām quite happy with my own. I think itās more likely that I tried to help you in good faith and had to finish the job myself because you couldnāt.
Cooper: I think weāre finished.
Red: Well, this was fun. Letās do it again. Really, letās do it again. Understand, Zamani was only the first.
Cooper: The first what?
Red: Name. On the list.
Cooper: What list?
Red: Itās called The Blacklist. That sounds exciting. Thatās why weāre all here, of course. My wish list. A list Iāve 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. Itās a popularity contest at best. Iām talking about the criminals who matter. The ones you canāt find because you donāt even know they exist. Zamani was a small fish. Iām 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 Iāve 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.
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[ Liz is home cleaning up the blood on the carpet in her home ]
[ Jim Jamesās ā« āDaylight comes, Daylight goesā plays ]
[ ā¬ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ āŖ Tap square below twice to play āŖ ]
āŖ How far will reach
Aināt nobody know
I use stateāofātheāart 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 Tomās picture but different names in different languages, and a handgun ]
āŖ Itās supposed to make for better livinā
Are we better human beings?
And Iām straining to remember
Just what it means to be alive
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[ Later Liz appears at Redās 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: Youāve discovered something curious about your husband, havenāt you, Lizzie?
[ Jay-Zās ā« ā99 Problemsā plays]
[ ā¬ Go to Full Lyrics ] or [ āŖ Tap square below twice to play āŖ ]
āŖ If youāre havinā girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems
And a bitch aināt one
[ Red smiles ]
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ā« Aināt That A Kick In The Head
By Dean Martin
āŖ How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me
Like the fella once said,
āAināt that a kick in the head?ā
The room was completely black,
I hugged her and she hugged back
Like the sailor said, quote,
āAināt that a hole in the boat?āāŖ My head keeps spinninā,
I go to sleep and keep grinninā
If this is just the beginninā,
my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-fulāŖ Iāve sunshine enough to spread,
Itās just like the fella said
Tell me quick, aināt that a kick in the head?āŖ Like the fella once said,
āAināt that a kick in the head?ā
Like the sailor said, quote,
āAināt that a hole in the boat?āāŖ My head keeps spinninā,
I go to sleep and keep grinninā
If this is just the beginninā,
my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-fulāŖ Sheās tellinā me weāll be wed,
sheās picked out a king-size bed
I couldnāt be any better or Iād be sick
Tell me quick oh, aināt that a kick?
Tell me quick aināt that a kick in the head?š¹ Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2nXXr65
YouTube: https://youtu.be/0lm76UTmlDg
ā« A.E.I.O.U.
by Jim JamesāŖ Daylight come
Daylight go
How far will it reach
Aināt nobody knowāŖ When the dawn breaks
The cradle will fall
And down come baby
Cradle and allāŖ Now I know you need the dark
Just as much as the sun
But you signinā on forever
When you ink it in bloodāŖ A. E. I. O. U. E. I. O. U. A. E. I. O. U. I.
āŖ I used the state of the art
Tech-nology
Supposed to make for better living
Are we better human beings?āŖ Weāve got out wires all crossed
Our tubes are all tied
And Iām straining to remember
Just what it means to be aliveāŖ A life worth living
Now you can feel it in your chest
Buildin like little bullets
Just building up the nestāŖ And you build it up strong
And you fill it up with love
And you pray for good rain
All from the lord aboveāŖ A. E. I. O. U. E. I. O. U. A. E. I. O. U. I.
āŖ I sued my state of the art
Tech-nology
Now donāt you forget it
It aināt using meāŖ Cause when the power goes out
I got other means
Cause the powerās goinā out
ā¦the powerās goinā out
I mean it, the powerās goinā out
I really mean it the powerās goinā outš¹ Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1OiURuu
YouTube: https://youtu.be/THj4UjM-ZfQ
ā« 99 Problems
by Jay-Z
ā99 Problemsā
āŖ If youāre having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aināt one[Verse One]
āŖ I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casketās closed
Rap critics that say heās āMoney Cash Hoesā
Iām from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
Youād celebrate the minute you was having dough
Iām like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you donāt like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I donāt play they show
They donāt play my hits well I donāt give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for adsā¦fuckers
I donāt know what you take me as
or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
Iām from rags to riches nigga I aināt dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch aināt one
Hit me[Chorus]
āŖ 99 Problems but a bitch aināt one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aināt one
Hit me[Verse Two]
āŖ The year is ā94 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 aināt trying to see no highway chase with jake
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
So Iā¦pull over to the side of the road
And I heard āSon do you know why Iām stopping you for?ā
Cause Iām young and Iām black and my hatās real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I donāt know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
āWell you was doing fifty five in a fifty fourā
āLicense and registration and step out of the carā
āAre you carrying a weapon on you I know a lot of you areā
I aināt stepping out of shit all my papers legit
āDo you mind if I look round the car a little bit?ā
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gonā need a warrant for that
āArenāt you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?ā
āOr somebody important or something?ā
Nah I aināt passed the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you wonāt illegally search my shit
āWell see how smart you are when the K-9ās comeā
I got 99 problems but a bitch aināt one
Hit me[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three]
āŖ 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 wouldnāt bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing thatās gonna happen is iāmma get to clapping
He and his boys gonā 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
Paparazziās with they cameras snapping them
D.A. tried to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause Iām African
All because this fool was harrassinā them
Trying to play the boy like hes saccarin
But aināt nothing sweet ābout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but being a bitch aināt one
Hit me[Chorus X3]
Youāre crazy for this one Rick
Itās your boyš¹ Return to where this song occurs in script above
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/2n8ipeq
YouTube: https://youtu.be/nE6X6HGyIfE
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š“ Episode 1:2 The Freelancer
First aired: 9/30/2013
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/1LiTfAj
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1EC9S55
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Brandon Sonnier, Brandon Margolis
Directed by: Jace Alexander
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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.
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[ ā« music] Please allow me to introduce myself
Iām a man of wealth and taste
Iāve been around for a long, long year.
Stole many a manās soul and faith.
And I was āround when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
You ready?
āŖ Made damn sure that Pilate
washed his hands and sealed his fate.
Well, now, thatās a stupid question.
āŖ Ooh Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
oh, yeah oh, whatās puzzling you
is the nature of my game. Oh, yeah
Hatch: Monday, 9:07 A.M. Examiner Hatch. Subject Elizabeth Scott Keenā¦ Here we go. Before Monday of last week, did you have, or have you ever had, ā personal contact with Raymond Reddington?
Liz: No.
Hatch. Did Reddington notify you before he surrendered himself to the FBI?
Liz: No.
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Hatch: Have you ever been convicted of a crime?
Red: Convicted? Not yet.
Hatch: Please answer āyesā or āno. Have you ever been convicted of a crime?
Red: Youāre wasting valuable time.
Hatch: Does Elizabeth Keen know why you surrendered yourself?
Cooper: Heās telling our people he wants immunity, that heās willing to cooperate, give us names.
Woman: What names?
Cooper: Heās got a list, alleges he can deliver us highāvalue criminal targets if the Justice Department grants him immunity.
Man: Whatās his legal status?
Woman: The man sold secrets to the Hofstad Network, to the Syrians.
Diane Fowler [DOJ higherāup]: Heās not getting immunity. Talk to me about containment. Who knows weāve got him?
Cooper: Including us in this room. A total of 26 people. Remember, heās been off the grid for over 20 years.
Fowler: Yet he seems to know things even you donāt. About this, uh, Elizabeth Keen ā says her father has some kind of criminal record? ā
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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: Heās lying.ā¤
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Hatch: Does Raymond Reddington know, or has he ever known, your husband?
Liz: His nameās Tom Keen. Schoolteacher, 4th grade.
Cooper: Heās 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: Youāre confident that the husbandās not involved with Reddington?
Cooper: No. The truth is we donāt have any idea who Reddington may be involved with.
Fowler: Then why should we trust him?
Red: Youāre asking the wrong questions. Iām trying to help you with a matter of some urgency. Itās 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: Heās 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: Heāll only speak with Keen.
Woman: Itās not up to him. We decide who he speaks ā
Cooper: I donāt 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 donāt even know exist. Now, heās telling us there may be some kind of an event about to happen at the Decatur Industrial Park.
Diane Fowler: I donāt think you understand. You donāt run the Criminal Division of Main Justice. I do. The Attorney General is not going to accept a deal. Reddington is a criminal, and weāre gonna take credit for catching him. Our office will lay out the charges.
Cooper: I hope you understand that from time to ā
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, Kā9 units. Nothing. I mean, look around. I got two city blocks of hiding places, and I donāt even know what the hell Iām supposed to be looking for. I need more information. Whatās the specific tip? Who did it come from?
Ressler: We got an informant whoās dicking us around. Says weāre gonna need rescue units here at 11:00. Itās already 11:20. Give it another 20 minutes and wrap it up. I want bomb squads, medics. I want everybody out.
Voice: [ On radio ] Weāve 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. Itās 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, theyāre not yours, right? He put them there ā the gun and the passports. Tell me Reddington did this, and not ā I wish you were here so you could explain yourself.
TV: ā60 people have been confirmed dead and dozens injured after a passenger train derailed this morning at the Decatur Industrial Park.ā
Cooper: Because of you.
Red: Because you donāt return my calls, Harold. If you want to save lives and catch the bad guys, pay attention.
Cooper: Theyāre not going to make your deal.
Red: Thatās 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 didnāt. I knew the time, the place, but the train was a big surprise.
Cooper: Weāve ruled out terrorism.
Red: Look at the list of casualties, Harold. Youāll find some councilwoman from Albany. Apparently sheās been tangling with some rather cunning, powerful people.
Cooper:Youāre saying the derailment was an assassination?
Red: Iām not saying anything. Unless itās to Elizabeth Keen.
Liz: Tell me about the train wreck.
Red: If you had any idea how far Iāve traveled to see you again, Lizzie.
Liz: My nameās āLiz,ā not āLizzie.ā To you, Iām agent Keen. Now, Iāve heard all your demands, but I donāt think youāve 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: Theyāre never gonna give you immunity. Not a chance.
Red: Oh, I think they will. Otherwise, what am I doing here? Iām 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 donāt know is the man behind it. Is quite prolific. Heās responsible for a slew of other premeditated killings just like this one, disguised as accidents. Shall I go on? āā A building collapses in Moscow, a ferry capsizes on the Brahmaputra River. These are the events weāve come to expect on the evening news. But in truth, thereās always more to the story. Hidden between the facts and figures, the victims and the heroes, thereās 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 manās unique methods. In the 20āodd years Iāve been working my side of the tracks, I have not encountered another contractor whoās had as significant an impact on the civilian population as he. Heās rivaled only by governments and terrorist organizations. And youāve 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 heās done, heās gone.
Cooper: This guy have a name?
Red: They call him āThe Freelancer.ā
Cooper: And how do we find him?
Red: You donāt find him. I do.
Ressler: What, are you two pen pals? You guys send each other, uh, coded eāmails?
Red: I donāt have e-mail or a phone or an address. I prefer to handle my business faceātoāface.
Cooper: Youāve 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 ā 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! Youāll 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 Iām talking about. As far as Iām 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 ā Reddington and his liaison.
Red: [to Liz] If you go to the police, theyāll file charges. If the gunās not registered, itās a felony. The passports are 25 years each. On the other hand, if you confront him, what good does that do? Heāll deny everything, and youāll continue to doubt him. Either way, itās an impossible situation.
[ In Montreal ]
Liz: Before we do this, let me be clear. Iām 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 Freelancerās 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: Letās not get ahead of ourselves. Bonsoir. Ća va? Anyone asks, youāre my girlfriendā¤ from Ann Arbor.
Liz Absolutely not.
Red: Fine. You can be my daughter.ā¤
Waiter: Bonsoir.
Red: What would you like to drink?
Liz: Iāll have wine. Chardonnay?
Red: Sāil vous plaĆt, pour madame, un cocktail de Iāaviation.
Ressler: This one. Here. Bring that up.
Tech: Running facial recognition now. No hits off the database yet.
Red: Ahh.
Liz: Oh, this isnāt what I ordered.
Red: MercĆ. To the future. Aviation cocktail.
Liz: Uhāhuh?
Red: Itās from the ā20s.
Hmm.
Red: Tastes like spring, doesnāt it? Tell me about your job. The profiling. Iām fascinated. How close to the truth do you think you can really get?ā¤
Liz: Whereās your contact?
Red: Tell me my profile.
Liz: Why would I do that?
Red: Youāve heard the debriefs. Youāve read Resslerās book reports. I so want to know how you see things.
Liz: Youāre a loner. You keep your distance. You travel freely through foreign lands. Youāre rootless. Youāre very comfortable here with your glass of Scotch, but youāre 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 youāre careful not to have any. And thatās why youāre so conflicted about me. You need me. And you hate that about yourself, because it makes you vulnerable.ā¤
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: Itās been 35 minutes.
Red: Does he know about the fire?ā¤
Liz: Why am I so important to you? Did you know my parents? I asked you a question.
Waiter: Oui, monsieur?
Red: Sāil vous plait, apportezānous 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 youāve come to believe about yourself are a lie?ā¤ Please excuse me for a moment.
Ressler: Oh, yeah heās onto us! Oh, yeah go! Go! Move! Now!
[ ā« 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!
āŖ Power!
Ressler: What did Reddington give you?!
Waiter: Tip!
Ressler: Do you understand English?!
Waiter: Yes!
āŖ 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. Heās Number 4 on the Most Wanted List, Keen. What did you expect?! And now heās 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 Iām 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 assassinās next victim.
Liz: Floriana Campo. The humanārights activist?
Red: There you have it ā a solid lead delivered exactly as promised. Find Floriana Campo, you find the Freelancer. Not bad for a dayās work. Letās celebrate. Hey, Donald. How ābout 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 someoneās planning an assassination attempt on your life. Tonightās fundraiser needs to be canceled.
Floriana: Oh, it canāt be canceled. Itās a donor event, and I have my own security.
Ressler: Itās too risky.
Liz: We canāt guarantee your safety.
Floriana: Nobody can guarantee my safety. I have many enemies ā traffickers, cartels.
Liz: We know what they did to your husband, what youāve gone through. Your work, itās 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 ā
Floriana: There is no work more meaningful than being a mother. I didnāt have kids of my own. This is my one regret. But these girls that Iām trying to protect, they are my family. Tonight is for them. I wonāt cancel.
Liz: Look, we canāt 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 ā youāre 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 whoās actually running the outfit. What we do know is that heās merciless. Murdered rival cartel leaders to expand his reach. Survivors tell stories of torture and forced addiction. He killed Floriana Campoās husband, and he most likely hired The Freelancer to kill her.
Ressler: Weāre doing everything we can to disrupt The Freelancerās plan.
Liz: Weāve changed schedules, travel routes.
Cooper: And youāve moved tomorrow nightās 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, heās 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 youāve seen this guy once. Weāre compiling photos of the people who are scheduled to attend the event tomorrow, and ā
Red: Please understand I want more than anything to help you. Itās the reason why Iām here. But I wonāt say another word until the terms of my deal are met. Iām so sorry to bother you with these trivial details, but itās 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 encryptedā I donāt even know what that is.
Cooper: Itās a tracking device.
Fowler: And whatās this about his āprivate security detailā?
Cooper: Heās 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 heās Reddingtonās former bodyguard, goes by the name of āDembe.ā
Fowler: Does Dembe have a last name?
Cooper: No, maāam. Just Dembe. Like Prince or Madonna. The second is Luli Zeng. Phd in Economics from Stanford. Dodged federal prison twice. SEC says sheās untouchable. We think sheās moving Reddingtonās money.
Fowler: How would I justify this?
Cooper: You donāt. Itās off the books.
Fowler: And heās what, our informant, slowly working his way towards immunity? Which heās never going to get.
Cooper: We have a chance to catch a mass murderer.
Fowler: One condition ā 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 tonightās event.
Red: Is this really the right approach?
Ressler: Hey. Iām right here. Talk to me.
Red: Honestly, is this how the FBI does thingsā comb through the invitation list? This guy didnāt RSVP. Iāve seen the man. If he shows up tonight, if youāre 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 youād 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 donāt know.
Meera: Meera Malik.
Red: You look like the CIA.
Meera: Oh, yeah? Whatās the CIA look like?
Red: Attractive but treacherous.
Meera: I guess weāll 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 ā¦
Ressler: So you know, the way this works, we donāt typically drink on the job.
[ Dembe takes another drink of his beer ]
Liz: No, thank you. Your 7:00?
Red: No. Whereās that woman with the mushroom puffs? You okay?
Liz: Oh, yes. Iām fine.
Man: A wonderful evening. [ Walks off ]
Liz: Whatās 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, itās too late. Theyāre gone.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention.
Anya: My name is Anya Kedrov. Iāve been asked to say a few words. I spent three years of my life in a 9āx9ā² 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, itās only through acknowledging and claiming these experiences that we can really put a face on the crime that is human sex trafficking. Tonight, Iād simply like to say thank you. Thank you, Floriana.
Floriana: Oh, thank you, Anya. And thank you for coming tonight. Iām sure youāve noticed weāre not at TheMet. We had to relocate for security reasons. Each one of you could have stayed home, succumbed to fear. But you didnāt. You came. Youāre here. You, I, Anya stand here in solidarity with the people who cannot be here with us. Yet.
Red: Itās him.
Liz: What?
Red: The waiter. The Freelancer.
Floriana: I remember two years ago ā my late husband was in South Sudan ā¦
Red: Clear the area. Now.
Liz: Stop! FBI! ā Federal agent! ā
Man: Clear the pool area!
Crowd: Itās the waiter! Heās heading towards the stairs! Stop! Watch out!
Ressler: Close the door!
[ Suspect leaps over guard rail. Ressler follows ]
[ Chase scene: ]
ā Weāre heading east! I repeat, heading east on 59th! Heās heading across town toward 63rd! ā ā FBI.
ā Out of the car.
ā Iām heading in your direction.
ā Give me an update
ā ā¦ 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 donāt know what youāre talking about.
Ressler: Whoās in charge of the Cartel? Who hired you to take out Campo?
Liz: Sweep the floor. Lock it down.
Guard: Weāre all clear inside.
[ Liz and Floriana enter hotel room ]
Meera: He asked you a question.
Freelancer: I canāt.
Meera: Last time. Who hired you?
Freelancer: No!
Meera: My friend here is with the FBI. Iām from the CIA ā you know the difference, donāt you? Now, we havenāt got much time because you have a compound fracture and youāre bleeding internally, so weāre going to expedite things.
Freelancer: I canāt.
Ressler: A name.
Freelancer: Reddington.ā¤ He hired me.
Floriana: Thank you. For everything.
Liz: Donāt 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 didnāt leave the picture in Redās hat. Red left it for him. He was signaling the hit.
Liz: Why?
Ressler: Couldnāt get close enough to do it himself.
[ Flashbacks: ] āI have my own security ā¦ So, you want to go to the party? ā¦ Oh, I thought youād never ask. ā¦ Itās him, the waiter.ā
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? Whereās 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: Iāve never liked you.
Floriana: You never liked me because youāre a wanted man living in the shadows, and I am not. I run my business, and Iām being wined and dined by the cityās elite.
Red: I donāt know how you do it ā 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. Iām going to kiss that sweet, young FBI agent on the cheek and say, āgood night,ā and then go down to docks and pick up my next shipment of girls.
Liz: Hey! Whereās my agents?! Get out of my way.
Floriana: Oh, Elizabeth! Thank God youāre here! This is the man. Heās the one who wants me dead.
Liz: You hired The Freelancer.
Red: To do what? Was it the champagne? Whatās the headline gonna read? āItalian dog born with two heads. No? How about āhumanitarian, exposed as fraud, commits suicideā?
Floriana: What have you done?
Red: I didnāt 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: Sheās not the woman you think she is.
Floriana: Youāre a liar.
Red: Whoās 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 donāt need a medic. I have the antidote right here.
Liz: Give it to me!
Red: Iād be happy to, as soon as she admits the truth.
Liz: Give it to me now! Sheās not breathing!
Red: Tell her the truth, Floriana.
Liz: This will help you breathe.
Red: Madam Campo doesnāt free children from slavery. She imprisons them.
Liz: I donāt believe you.
Red: Donāt 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. Sheās 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 peopleās necks?
Liz: Whatās happening?
Red: Looks like sheās dying. Definitely dying.
Red: You look tired. Go home. Get some sleep. Unless youāre 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: Weāve 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?ā¤ 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 thereās a third option. ā¦
āŖ Lyrics to Citizens
By Alice RussellCitizens of planet earth donāt get caught in the act
Donāt strive to destruction the flash itās just that
Thereās something behind these walls, something under the sheets ,I stay
A truth thatās been locked in way down in meYouāve got to get up , around your space
And take a, take a little time to contemplate
Will we ever see what itās like behind these walls
And are you, are you still moving up everytime you fall, you fallThink a little about what you got
Stop , think a little about what you got
And start againI could be you, you
And you , you
You could be me , me
And I , I , I could be you , you
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And I , I , I could be you , you
And you , you
And this we learned we would be freeLyrics: http://bit.ly/1W4DfIh
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[ Liz awakes from a dream flashing back to Tomās being attacked by Zamani. She has Tomās bloody clothes in a plastic bag. In Tomās jeans, there is a small envelope labeled āBackground Profile Elizabeth Keen.ā Inside is a flash drive which she inserts into her computer: ]
[:] Tell us a little about Elizabeth.
Tom: Elizabeth? Uh, to me, sheās 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 sheās, uh, not the best cook. I think it was around my third bite of cold spaghetti, she just started to cry. I, uh I donāt know. I think she was afraid of disappointing me. But she looked me in the eye, aāand she told me the truth that she didnāt 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 IāI donāt think Iāve ever loved her more. Sheās sheās gonna be a great mom. I mean, she really is. I know that.
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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
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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.
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[ Shanghai, China ]
[ ā«] I wish I would have met you
now itās 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 doesnāt work ]
Tech: The plan failed. We canāt decode the message.
Wujing: Call Raymond Reddington.
Wujingās Asst: From Wujing.
Red: Good God. Not here. The gentleman I usually contract with is unavailable ā stung by a manta ray off the barrier reef in Belize. I have another tech in mind.
Wujingās Asst: This needs to be done quickly. Today?
Red: Speak with Luli about the replacement Iām 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 ā¦ sorry. Iām just a little distracted.
Tom: No, thatās ā thatās all right. Iām sitting here talking about what happened to me like it only happened to me. But it happened to us both. Itās just a little weird to be home because ā¦ Lizzie, a man came into our home.
Liz: I know. Iām sorry. I wish I could tell you more. I want to tell you more.
Tom: So, tell me something. Who was he?
Liz: Heās gone. He was killed.
Tom: So ā¦ itās over?
Liz: Yes.
Tom: Look, I love you.
Liz: Thatās Ellie.
Tom: I just hate that there are things you have to hide from me.
Ellie: Good morning! Hope youāre hungry. Iām making breakfast.
Liz: Oh, you donāt have to do that.
Ellie: Are you kidding? A good omelet has healing powers. Bruce and Melissa are bringing over dinner tonight.
Liz: Thatās incredibly cool of you.
Ellie: Hey, friends donāt let friends starve when theyāve been stabbed by violent psychopaths. Howās he doing?
Tom: Iām sitting right here.
Ellie: Iām not asking you. Youāll say fine, because thatās what you do. Youāre a good actor. Karenās covering my classes. Weāre gonna eat and then head over to physical therapy.
Liz: I got to run. Ellie, we owe you.
Ellie: So true.
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Liz: You know I wouldnāt go if I didnāt 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 couldnāt. Theyāve asked me to help. [ Lizzie motions at clerk ] Oh, Rodrick is a dear old friend.
Liz: Iām sorry. Youāre decoding C.I.A. messages on behalf of the Chinese?
Red: Now, you see, you make it sound like treason. So black and white. Itās not. Itās green.ā¤ The fact is, American secrets are for sale by an assortment of reputable vendors, myself included. If I donāt do this, someone else will. The man whoās paying me is called Wujing. Perhaps youāve heard of him. Formerly, he worked for the Ministry of State Security. Heās not officially sanctioned by the Chinese. But unofficially, heās contracted to take out rival agents ā American, British. The message likely contains the name of another agent.
Liz: Do you expect me to believe that ā a secret meeting with the mysterious Wujing?
Red: Intriguing, isnāt it?
Liz: Heās a myth.
Red: Thatās what they said about Deep Throat ā¦ and the G-Spot.ā¤ I assure you Wujing is quite real, and heās hired me. Now you have the chance to catch him. Iāve already forwarded them your cover.
Liz: What? What cover?
Red: Carolyn Givins, PhD in Applied Physics from M.I.T. Iāve told them youāre my new encryption specialist.
Liz: Youāre 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 donāt even know if heās real or not. Well, he is real ā very. And Iām giving you the opportunity to grab him. Now, the good news is heās not even in China. Heās 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 ā 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: Reddingtonās 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: Iām not prepared to do this.
Cooper: I understand you have reservations.
Liz: Reservations? Youāre 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: Iām sorry.
Ressler: Look at those pictures. If there is a name in that message, thereās gonna be another face in that file. Thatāll be on you.
[ Men install surveillance equipment in Keensā house ]
Ellie: Iāll 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. Iām coming.
Liz: Okay. Say I do this. Whatās in it for me?
Red: Look at you, camel trading like a Bedouin.
Liz: If Iām 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 ā a small radio station five miles from here. The building was purchased six years ago by a corporation fronting for the Chinese government.
Ressler: Iām sorry. Wait. Youāre telling us that Wujing is running a spy ring out of a radio station?
Red: Weāll meet Wujing. Youāll decode the message and transmit it to your team.
Liz: If I decode the message, that means the Chinese get it too.
Red: Exactly ā 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 isnāt. We do it for real, or we donāt do it at all.
Liz: Great plan, except, as I have said, I know nothing about encryption.
Red: Youāre 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. ā 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 itās like a magic box.
Liz: A magic box?
Meera: The DataLocker applies a key to the message. Itāll take a moment, but the decoded message will appear on your laptop.
Liz: How do I get the message out?
Meera: You donāt. 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 donāt have a satellite connection, use this. Itās a remote mirroring program. Itāll give our tech on the outside control of the system. Itās gonna be okay. [ Meera says something in Mandarin ]
Shun Lee: Great. Youāre rocking the Mandarin.
Meera: XiĆĀØ xie.
Aram: Three minutes till the meeting, sir.
Ressler: Where the hell is Reddington? Heās late. Heās gonna blow this whole damn thing.
Meera: Do you smoke?
Liz: No.
Meera: Well, you do now. Or at least youāre trying to quit. This is C.I.A. equipment. (Holds up a patch.) Itās brand-new. It looks like a nicotine patch, but itās a very sensitive transmitter. It has a range of 300 yards, and itās a plastic polymer, which means it wonāt show up if it gets wanded.
Liz: And if youāre wrong?
Meera: Iām not wrong.
Ressler: Where the hell is he? He was supposed to be here an hour ā
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.
Wujingās Asst: Right this way.
Aram: Here we go.
Wujingās Asst: Sorry, sir. Protocol. (to Lizzie) Miss, please. (He runs the wand over Lizzie.) Thank you. Sir?
[ Device beeps ]
Red: DARPA tracking chip ā 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 wonāt happen again. If you have a clean razor blade and some morphine, Iāll remove it.
Wujingās Asst: That wonāt be necessary, but I am going to need a biometric print scan from your associate.
Red: Sheās with me.
Wujingās Asst: Understood. But my orders are to scan any new visitors.
Liz: What database is this being run against?
Wujingās Asst: All of them.
Ressler: Whatās happening?
Aram: They are running her prints.
Ressler: Can you intercept them?
Red: So, you went with the gray?
Aram: Okay. Bam!
Wujingās Asst: Follow me. [ He shows them to an elevator ] As you can see, weāve made some improvements. Oh, your DARPA chip wonāt work where youāre going. Wujing will explain when you get there.
Red: Get where?
Ressler: What the hell just happened?
Aram: We lost them.
Ressler: We canāt just lose them. What happened to our signal?
Aram: They seem to be descending, which doesnāt make any sense. The blueprints donāt show any underground space.
Ressler: Get that signal back.
[ In elevator ]
Liz: How far down do you think weāre going?
Red: Far enough.
[ Elevator stops]
Wujing: My friend.
Red: Donāt be cheeky, Wujing. You donāt 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: Youāve made some changes.
Wujing: We had to increase security.
Red: I can imagine ā four American agents killed in the past year and a half. Youāve been busy. I presume nothing gets in or out, no radio or satellite transmissions. Nothing but trust.
Wujing: Please donāt take offense. I canāt risk American surveillance. Only our systems are hard-wired to the outside world.
Red: Letās 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 governmentās been experimenting with better factoring algorithms. Itās only a matter of time before RSAās obsolete.
Jin Sun: Youāre right. It is.
Liz: Iāll just need a few moments to set up my equipment.
Jin Sun: This way.
Meera: Weāre 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 theyāve built a bunker that deep under the building.
Ressler: Weāre getting played. That signal went dark because Red and Liz wanted it to.
Meera: Thatās not likely.
Ressler: How long can we wait to find out?
Meera: Is it possible they could be in danger?
Ressler: Thatās another reason not to wait. (Speaks into walkie-talkie) Keep all insertion teams on standby. If we donāt hear from Agent Keen in five minutes, weāre 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 donāt 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 JINāS COMPUTER. SUGGESTIONS?]
Red: It was a wonderful escape from the distractions of everyday life. I canāt imagine the distractions one might encounter down here. [ to Liz ] Can you?
Liz: No. I canāt.
[ Liz types, YES, DISTRACT THEM ]
Red: Excellent! I think weāre 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 ā In all the years you and I have known each other, Iāve never put you in a position like this!! You know how I conduct my business. I donāt 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 itās still there. That is the FBI. (While Red has everyone distracted, Lizzie inserts the USB key in Jin Sunās computer.) With all the scans and wands and this elevator youāve built that goes down to Middle Earth, and you donāt even bother to sweep the street around your building?!! This is nonsense!
Wujing: Calm down, old friend.
Red: Youāre under surveillance!
Wujing: If the FBI was outside, itās because you led them here.
Red: Iāve 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: ] Weāre made. Your 2:00. Break it down. 15 seconds.
Surveillance: We got to go. Pack it up.
Man: You!
Ressler: They know weāre here.
Meera: Maybe. Or maybe the vanās just been there too long and theyāre being careful.
Ressler: I donāt like it. Weāre 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, itās unprofessional. Iāve reached my limit.
Wujing: (shouting) Enough!
Red: What? Okay. Okay. You know, Iām sorry. Iāve had a rough day. Unbelievable. Should we do this?
SWAT: Letās roll. E.T.A. ā one minute.
Jin Sun: The message.
Red: Donāt you miss the good old days with the pay phones and the brush passes?
SWAT: [ On radio) Thirty seconds out.
Aram: Wait! Iāve got something. Sheās using the remote mirroring program Meeraās contact gave her. Uh ā¦ hang on. This isnāt her computer. It looks like one of the Chinese systems.
Ressler: Can you see the C.I.A. message?
Aram: Uh ā¦ yes, sir, and a lot more than that. Downloading now.
SWAT: [ Radio ] Ten seconds out.
Ressler: Okay. All units ā stand down. I repeat, stand down. I repeat, all units stand down.
SWAT: Standing down.
Liz: Thereās your next target ā 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 guyās not an agent.
Meera: Heās 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 ā not in China, here in D.C.
Ressler: Zhongku ā theyāre a huge construction company. They design buildings all over the world.
Jin Sun: His immigration file says heās been to the company headquarters six times in the last ten months.
Meera: Thatās why the C.I.A. reached out to him. Zhongkuās 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 guyās not a trained operative. Heās just a contractor?
Aram: A civilian.
Ressler: Where is he now?
Aram: Here. Immigration says he left China three days ago ā a return flight to Dulles airport.
[ Ressler and Meera dash out ]
Aram talks to himself.) Thank you, Aram. Youāre welcome. Go get him.
Woman: [ On phone ] Zhongku Construction.
Wujing: Henry Cho, please. Itās very important that I speak to him immediately. His brother, Xiaoping, has been in a car accident.
Woman:: Heās at our Fairview property with his son. I can try to call him
Meera: Thereās no answer on his cell.
Ressler: Call the company. Find out where he is.
Wujing: My friend, I canāt thank you enough. [ Gives Red envelope ]
Red: This is all the thanks I require. [ Liz glances as USB drive ] Get your things. Itās 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 theyāre not just outside. Maybe theyāre right here ā¦ 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. Youāre smart. The one responsible was smart, but our systems are smarter. Any contact with a government server is flagged for review. So ā¦ I know who betrayed us. [ Wujing punches Jin Sun in the face ] You son of a bitch!
Meera: Heās not at the office. Heās with a client at a property at Fairview and Wallace.
Ressler: Try him again.
Henry Cho: So, over here, theyāre gonna make some windows. And out here thereās gonna be a balcony that runs the length of the whole build ā
Choās 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 donāt understand.
Wujing: The message was sent from your system, Jin Sun.
Jin Sun: T-thatās not possible.
Wujing: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, hey, hey!
Jin Sun: Thatās not possible.
Wujing: It is, and not just one message. You gave them everything! Files weāve worked on for months! Nobody else had access.
Liz: [ To Red ] We have to do something.
Red: Quiet.
Liz: We canāt just let them do this.
[ Jin Sun sees USB drive.]
Jin Sun: You ā
[ 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 donāt 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, Iāll lose the trust of all my others ā and thatās just bad business. So if you kill her, you better kill me. Or Iām going to kill you.
Liz: You hired me to do a job. Itās done. Now letās get out of here.
Wujing: Follow me.I have another way out.
Henry Cho: Letās go get you some ice cream, alright?
Choās 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 donāt understand. Youāre 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: Weāre on the 12th floor.
Meera: Stay where you are. Weāre coming to get you. Stay hidden. Weāre just minutes out.
Choās Son: Dad?
Henry Cho: Come here. Come here. Letās go.
Wujing: Iāve been building this place for three years, and now my operation is burned.
Red: So build another.
Aram: [ On phone to Ressler ] Sir, Iāve got them. The microchip in Redās neck just came online and the bug we put on Agent Keen. Theyāre 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. Donāt move, all right? Just donāt move. No, put your hand in. Shh! Shh! Shh!
Choās 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! Itās gonna be okay. Itās gonna be okay. Iāll do anything. Just let him go. Itās gonna be all right. Itās gonna be all right. I promise. I promise.
[ Meera shoots Chinese guy ]
Choās Son: Dad!
Meera: Ressler, clear! Ressler, clear?
Ressler: Iām good. Thanks.
Henry Cho: (to Meera) Thank you.
Meera: Thank you for all youāve done for us.
Wujing: I can get us out of the country.
Red: Thatās very kind, but Iām 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 Iāve 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 donāt think so.
Dembe: [ Drives pp ] Is everything okay?
Red: Weāre 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 Wujingās SUV ]
[Reddingtonās 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 didnāt 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 itās your turn. You owe me an answer.
Red: Whatās 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 isnāt simple either. I share your frustration.
Liz: You act like weāre the same. Youāre wrong. I have a life ā¦ people who care about me. But you ā¦ this is all you have.
Red: I have you.
[ At Post Office ]
Liz: You okay?
Ressler: Iāll live. Look ā I just wanted to say, uh ā¦ maybe Iāve had some doubts about you. Maybe I havenāt done the best job of keeping them to myself, but what you did today was good work.
Liz: Thanks.
Ressler: If you didnāt get that message out when you did, Henry Cho wouldnāt be alive. Whatever else went down in there, you should feel good about that.
[ Lizzie has gotten an envelope with ballistic report from Tomās gun, but itās been blocked out Classified.]
Ressler: You were right. Liz Keen is hiding something. I put a flag on her. Any tests, reports, or files ā 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 thatās the full report.
Cooper: This isnāt 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. Itās 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 ā¦ talk for a second, pre-lasagna? I just wanted to apologize for this morning.
Liz: Itās okay.
Tom: No. I was wrong. Itās your job, and, uh, I understand if there are certain secrets that you have to keep right now, and thatās okay. Because ā because weāll survive, like always. I just want you to ā I-I love you. I got to see a man about some lasagna.
[ ā« 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 & Tomās house.]
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š“ Episode 1:4 The Stewmaker
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š“ 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
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Episode 1:4 The Stewmaker
Blurb: The Stewmaker makes ābodies of evidenceā simply disappear, dissolving them in chemicals. The ghoulish scrapbook of photos he keeps is key to hundreds of unsolved cases. A key episode.
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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, thatās all. Thanks.
[ ā« music] Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh * *
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh * *
Do what with which you canāt explain or what youāve never seen * *
Take your ship, you own the ship, your ship thatās coming in * *
Do what you canāt, you canāt, you canāt, you canāt * *
You get it in * *
Do what you canāt, you canāt, you canāt, you canāt * *
You take it in * *
Do what you know youāve never been * *
Itās really just a shame * *
What you can and know it, everyone is all the same * *
If you canāt get back again, you can change the way it is * *
And what you canāt and where and all you think will begin * *
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh * *
ā¦ [ ā important: see omitted lines at end ]
Do what you canāt, you canāt, you canāt, you canāt * *
You get it in * *
Do what you canāt, you canāt, you canāt, you canāt * *
You take it in * *
Do what you know youāve never been * *
Itās really just a shame * *
And what you are, you know it, everyone is all the same * *
If you canāt get back again, you can change the way it is * *
And what you canāt 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. Iāll run you through the system.
Liz: Iām 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: Sheās 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 ā the date and location of a weened she spent there with Tom. Liz has flashback: Red: Youāve discovered something curious about your husband, havenāt you, Lizzie? ]
Clerk: Hey, youāre not cleared to be in here! Whoās your supervisor?
Cooper: We need to continue to keep an eye on her. Sheās 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: Whatās going on?
Liz: Iāve 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 youāre less interested in watching Lorca than in watching me?
Ressler: I donāt 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: Youāre due in Port Au Prince at noon if weāre gonna make your appointment.
Red: This wonāt take long. Bring the car around. [Reading from newspaper:] āIt was only through the efforts of an FBI profiler that suspicion began to fall on Hector Lorca, leading to his arrest and indictment.ā Well done, Lizzie. Very impressive.
Liz: You are aware, then, that Iām due in court in three hours.
Red: Your case is about to go sideways.
Liz: Why? Whatās happened?
Red: Lorcaās people have reached out to me. Normally, I wouldnāt give him the time of day. Heās 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: Whatās 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 heās about to be a free man.
Liz: Iāve got a witness testifying today whoās got him cold. Lorcaās not going anywhere.
Red: Something is going to happen, Lizzie. I donāt think youāre 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 PeƱa. Over the course of six years Members of U.S.and Mexican lawāenforcement 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. PeƱa, can you please tell the court what your connection is to this tragic situation?
PeƱa: Thatās my son, Bobby PeƱa. 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 ]
ā Oh, my God! Heās not breathing!
Judge: Get the paramedics in here! Bailiff, secure the defendant! I want this courtroom cleared!
[ Liz and PeƱa file out of courtroom with crowd ]
PeƱa: What is that?
Liz: Itās gonna be okay.
PeƱa: What is going to happen now?
Liz: If the juror canāt continue, theyāll bring in an alternate. For now, weāre gonna keep you in a holding area. Iāll take it from here.
PeƱa: What about my wife?
Liz: Iāll go and find her. Iāll bring her back here.
PeƱa: Please.
[ PeƱa enters room with man with āMarshallā on his jacket. Smiling man greets him, but PeƱa sees a man on the floor in a pool of blood with a bullet wound to the forehead. The āMarshallā grabs PeƱa 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 PeƱa. They see the dead man, but no trace of PeƱa. They run outside but see nothing ]
[ ā«] * 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 FIMā92 with a few small improvements. Itās lighter, more consistent tracking. Iām confident your client will be thrilled.
Dembe: Put him on. Mr. Reddington is not avaiā Now! It seems to be urgent.
Red: Yes, you also have a few dozen of those.
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Red: Sweetheart, not really the most convenient time for me.
Liz: I donāt give a ratās ass. Where are you?
Red: Haiti
Liz: Doing what?
Red: Keeping up appearances. Iām a criminal. The minute I stop being one, I become quite useless to you.
Liz: My witness is gone. Lorcaās people contacted you. What did they say, exactly?
Red: What I told you is what I know. Beyond that, I really canāt help.
Liz: A manās life is at stake!
Red: A manās life is always at stake and tragically low stakes, at that.ā¤ I shouldnāt have to remind you I did not offer my services so that I could help you round up your runāofātheāmill drug lord or what have you. You all seem to be doing a perfectly mediocre job of that on your own. Iām 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 youāre telling me is true, youāll probably never find him, either.
[ Stanley Kornish unzips a large black bag ā It is the body of PeƱa. Kornish takes a photo of PeƱa with a self-developing camera. He is shown with the gas mask on, dragging PeƱaās 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 āAngel Stationā 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 youāre lying.
Liz: Really?
Yeah. I know all your tells. Right now, youāre telling me that you want to be alone. And thatās 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 itās not your fault.
[ Tom notices the date on Lizāx legal pad 6/23/2012 ]
Tom: [ Quizically ] Whatās this? Um- Itās- I mean-, besides the best day ever, right?
Liz: Right.
Tom: Hey, I get it. Bad day at work. Come home. Donāt want to talk to anybody. Especially someone whose stitches are officially oozing.
Liz: Itās 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, youāre an open book, which is one of the things I love about you. āCause I always know exactly what youāre thinking.
[ Phone beeps ]
Liz: Keen.
Ressler: We found out where they took PeƱa.
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: Thereās no sign of him, Liz. Iām sorry.
Has forensics been through?
Meera: Theyāre going through now. So far, they found a hair on the bed skirt, but we donāt think itās 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. Itās a motel room. Should be latent prints all over, and thereās nothing. Heās wiped the place clean.
Liz: What do you want?
Red: Iāve been thinking about your case. What do you have so far?
Liz: Iām at the crime scene. Or what we think is the crime scene.
Red: You didnāt 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 Iām interested.
Liz: Why?
Red: The Stewmaker is in town. Youāre 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. Heās 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 itās much more than the proficiency of his tradecraft that gets him on the list. Heās a trophy collector. Remembrances of his victims. Memori morti.
Red: Now, youāve lost your witness and with him your case. But the Stewmaker is the key to so much more. Heās 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. Heās got the answers to hundreds of unsolved murders.
Ressler: So, how do we get him?
Red: Heās notoriously cautious. I donāt even know who he is or where he bases his operation. And believe me, Iāve 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 wonāt be for long. And if you let him slip away, heāll be as gone as his victims and youāll never see him again.
Meera: We know that Luis PeƱa is dead. We know about the Stewmaker.
Lawyer: My client has no idea what youāre talking about.
Meera: Cooperate, help us nail this guy, and we can talk a plea agreement.
Lorca: You were responsible for Luisā safety. Iām 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. Weāve got files on shell corporations, numbered accounts, all related to a mysterious Hector Lorca. But youāre not such a mystery anymore.
Lawyer: Youāre 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: Thatās a load of crap, and you know it. Why would they think that?
Liz: Because we told them he is.
Meera: Homelandās 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 weāll set you up in a nice, cozy supermax.
Lorca: I donāt think you really understand who youāre hunting. This man, he is much more dangerous than your agents. Iāll take my chances with Homeland. Iām a survivor. I like my odds.
[ SUV and armored vehicle arrive at airport. Helicopter also arrives ]
Liz: Once I turn you over to Homeland, itās beyond my ability to help you!
Lorca: Youāve helped me enough, Agent Keen. Youāve disrupted my business, my life. Youāve embarrassed me, my family. You think you know me, with your profiles? You have no idea.
[Transport helicopter š„explodesš„āĀØĀØĀØĀØš« 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 ā
Red: What youāre forgetting is we want the same thing, Agent Ressler.
Cooper: Why would he kidnap Agent Keen? Whatās his play here?
Red: I have a contract with Lorca to personally hand him a new identity.
Ressler: Thatās never gonna happen.
Red: Your witness is dead, you lost Lorca, and he took Agent Keen. Iād say my meeting with Lorca might be the equivalent of you falling on your ass and landing in a pile of Christmas.ā¤
Cooper: Weāll need time to set up a sting.
Red: Heās been evading capture for years. Heāll be more on guard than ever. Any change of plans, and weāll lose him. I meet with Lorca alone.
Ressler: An FBI agentās life is in jeopardy.
Red: Thereās no bargaining here! When confronting complex equations, the simplest solution is most often the correct one. You lost her. I can find her. Itās that simple.
Ressler: Iām 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 whatās left of Agent Keen yourselves.
Ressler: As soon as you have information on Agent Keen, contact me. Iāll get backup, and weāll take him.
Red: No. Iām gonna make him feel safe. Lorcaās gonna walk, and youāre gonna have to just trust me.
Ressler: Lorcaās not going anywhere. And Iāll never trust you.
Red: You know why? Because after tracking me for years, youāve come up with one undeniable truth. I only do whatās good for me. And that is a person you can trust, Donald. Now letās go. Lorca will have questions about you. Youāll need breviloquent answers.
Ready? Good evening, gentlemen.
Red: Iām Raymond Reddington.
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Red: Mr. Lorca, Iām Raymond Reddington.
Lorca: I didnāt expect two of you.
Red: Oh, this is Special Agent Donald Ressler of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
[ Lorcaās 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: Whatās he saying?
Red: Heās telling his man to be ready to cut off your head.
Lorca: You want to tell me why I shouldnāt? One chance. Make it a good one.
Red: Better start talking, Donald.
Ressler: Red!
Lorca: Kill him.
[Fight ā Ressler prevails]
Red: Aah! Heās 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? Thatās all me. Iām not the guy you kill, Hector. Iām the guy you pay. And if I donāt show up for dinner tonight, youāre dead by morning.
Lorca: Is this true?
Red: It is indeed. Crooked as a Corsican highway. Heās an asset. So if youāre gonna kill my inside man, the least you could do is thank him first. Your new life. I hope itās an interesting one. Iāve also arranged a flight to take you to Venezuela. You just need to sit tight for at least 12 hours.
Lorca: No. Iām leaving now, tonight.
Red: Not with my assistance, youāre not. Youāre bad for business. Youāve made a mess. Youāve abducted an FBI agent. I presume sheās dead.
Lorca: I donāt know.
Red: In any event, the cityās locked down. I canāt have you getting busted with my fingerprints all over you. When I arrange transport, itās flawless. I wonāt compromise my people.
Ressler: Every sat tracking system, every surveillance camera, every lawāenforcement officer in this town is looking for you. No way youāre 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: Fullāservice 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, thatās 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 whoās acting on emotion? It sounds personal.
Red: [ Laughs ] You got me. It is personal.ā¤ 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 donāt 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 itās through a mailbox rental place in GāTown.
Meera: Name of the mailbox renter was an alias Bill Conners. We found his driverās 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 youāre on your way to Kitzmiller.
Ressler: We are.
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[ Red looks over evidence board, sees item marked āK-9 hair,ā 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. Iām 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. HāHello, Diana. This is Stanley Kornish. Iām in a bit of a panic. My dog has gotten out, and Iāve 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. Heās an emotional support dog. Please hurry. My heart, itās pounding, and Iām having trouble breathing.
Liz: Who are you? I deserve that at least, since youāre gonna kill me. I mean, you understand decency, donāt you? At the very least, I should know the name of the person whoās gonna take my life. I know the name they call you out there. Itās disparaging, disrespectful. But itās not who you are, is it? Itās not how you feel about yourself.
[ The cabin has rows of shelves with mostly small jars ā baby food jars ā 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 donāt know?
[ Kornish lowers Lizās 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: Itās the transference of energy. Energy cannot die. It can only be transformed.
Liz: Is that what you do? Transform energy?
Kornish: Thatās 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!
ā FBI! Hands where we can see them!
Eleanore: [ Panicky ] Oh, my God! What?! What?!
ā Letās see your hands!
Eleanore: What? What?
Ressler: Everythingās okay ā
Eleanore: No! No!
Ressler: Weāre FBI.
Eleanore: No! No! Where- Where are you taking my son?!
Ressler: Heās gonna be fine, maāam.
Meera: Youāre gonna be okay. All right?
Ressler: Heāll be fine, maāam. Are you Eleanore Kornish?
Eleanore: Yes.
Is your husband Stanley Kornish?
Eleanore: Yes.
Ressler: Where is he now, maāam?
Eleanore: I donāt know. He isnāt here. W- w- whatās happening?! Why do you want to talk to Stanley?! Where is my boy?!
Ressler: Easy. Easy. Heās gonna be fine, maāam. Heāll 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: Heās 11. My son. Heās 11. I married late. Sheās a nānice woman.
Liz: I knew it. A caring father.
Kornish: What about you? Are you a mother?
Liz: No.
Kornish: Thatās good. I was- I was asked to make you suffer. Iām Iām sorry. Itās my job.
Liz: Itās my job to read people. And youāre not a killer.
Kornish: Iām a lot of things, Liz. Thereās a nerve cluster just under the shoulder muscle. Just wait. The pain should be quite intense.
[ Kornish sticks a long needle down Lizās shoulder. She gives out a blood-curdling scream ]
Eleanore: My husbandās a dentist. He would never do anything wrong.
Ressler: Where do you think he might be now, Mrs. Kornish?
Eleanore: Oh, itās the weekend. H-he likes to get away. He goes fishing.
Meera: Where does he fish?
Eleanore: We have a little cabin up in ā I donāt go there. I-itās his place.
Ressler: Tell us about the cabin.
Eleanore: Itās not far. Up at Backbone Mountain. Kind of in the middle of nowhere. Near Lamb Knolls, I think.
Ressler: Whatās the name of the road?
Eleanore: Up there, they donāt have names. Some of the roads arenāt even roads. Theyāre 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. Weāre gonna need guys that know those woods.
Red: Weāre getting very close, Dembe. Pull in at the next shop. Weāre 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, isnāt it? [ He injects her ]
Liz: What did you give me?
Kornish: A sedative. Itāll eventually cause paralysis, yet maintain your sensitivity to pain. [To dog:] Hey, you donāt have to watch this. Go on. Why donāt you go play? Go.
Liz: Why are you doing this?! You donāt 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 youāre 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 Kornishās dog that finds her. Kornish knocks Liz out and drags her back to the cabin ]
[ The FBI rescue team is assembling ]
Ressler: Weāre gonna run two team lines here. One from Lamb Knolls to the southwest road, the other from the fire road back to the lake. Letās move!
Liz: You know, I was wrong about you. Youāre not perfect.
[Red appears & clobbers The Stewmaker]
Red: [ Smiles at her ] Hello, Lizzie. The effects will dissipate soon. Youāre gonna be fine.
[ Red strokes Lizās 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 Jobālike lamentations, the burden of existence. He makes a promise to himself in those dark hours. A lifeās 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 heās left in his wake. It is now he who burns. It is he who slaughters. And he knows, in his heart, he must pay.ā¤ Doesnāt he, Stanley?
Liz: No, Red. He couldnāt help it.
Red: Maybe youāre right. Maybe he could change. Maybe heās not damaged beyond repair. Maybe he could make amends to all those that heās 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 Stewmakerās book of his victims. Red removes a photo of a young woman aged 15ā20 that is dated 12 / 1990 [[ This is the month that Red disappeared ]]
Ressler: Whereās Kornish?
Red: Weāve had a little incident. Agent Keen needs medical attention.
Malik: How did you get in here?
Red: Thatās 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: Itās all over now. Itās over now. Itās okay. Everythingās okay.
[ ā« music] * See, I left my fatherās home * *
And I fell into a well of hope * *
Iām carrying my heart * *
But itās made of stone * *
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Red: Here. [ Hands Liz the Stewmakerās book of photos ] Itās horrifying. But at least you can give peace of mind to some of the families.
Liz: Youāre no better than him.
Red: You gonna tell on me, Lizzie? Tell Harold how bad Iāve been?
Liz: Youāre a monster.
Red: Yes.
āŖ *See, I left my fatherās home *
How can you live with that?
Red: By saving your life.
āŖ *Iām 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, youāre not just gonna let him go. He was offensive. You didnāt like that.
Red: He is on my jet.
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And I fell into a well of hope *
Tom: IāI 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. Itās 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: Youāre gonna get through this.
Liz: I promise.
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š“ Episode 1:5 The Courier
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š“ 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
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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.
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Tom: Whatās going on? Youāre 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 donāt get it.
Liz:A man was shot and killed in that hotel.
Tom: Okay. So, whatās the question?
Liz: Were you involved?
Tom: Iāin in what?
Liz: The murder.
Tom: [Angry] Youāre 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 donāt know anything. Youāre hurting me!
Tom: Damn it, Lizzie! Do not lie to me!
Liz: I donāt know anything! I swear!
Tom: Yeah, well, I wish that I believed you!
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[ā¦It was a dreamā¦]
Liz: Aah!
Tom: Rise and shine. The day is waiting. Letās go, letās go, letās 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 youāve had a rough few nights, but today is gonna be a really great day.
Liz: Why?
Tom: Well, I have a doctorās appointment.
Liz: You hate doctors.
Tom: Yeah, but itās not for me. Itās an ultrasound for our baby.
Liz: I thought Jeni was having second thoughts.
Tom: Yeah, she said weāre the only married couple she knows who donāt totally hate each other, so sheās sheās giving us a baby.
Liz: Thatās Thatās great news.
Tom: Itās amazing! When you get home from work tonight, you are finally gonna see what this little monster looks like.
Liz: Wait. Iām not invited?
Tom: I just know how busy you get. But call if you canāt make it.
Liz: Oh, God. Oh, God.
Tom: Itās so good to see things finally getting back to normal around here.
Liz: Mm!
[ Liz and Tomās 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 nā My name is Seth Seth Nelson. Pāpāpāplease, please Iām begging you. Dādonāt ā Why are you doing this?
Man: Save your breath, kid.
[ While the Man is preparing the vault for Seth, Seth grabs the Manās 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, donāt do this. Please. Donāt! Whatā 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 highālevelāintelligence 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 ā
Red: Iām 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: Iāve been ordered to include you in the oversight committee brief on Reddington next week.
Liz: Cooper told me. Hereās the profile I prepared on him.
Ressler: Have I told you yet I donāt place much stock in profiling? And by āmuch,ā I mean ānone.ā Itās never once helped me solve a case. You know what has? ā Hm? ā Facts.
Liz: Yeah. I also prepared a profile on you. āUptight, fueled by an inner rage,ā ācapable of the occasional moment of tenderness, which likely brings on the desire to stay up all night watching Asian porn.ā
Ressler: Not even close.
Liz: Huh. How about this? You donāt trust me. You think Iām tainted somehow. Maybe a traitor. You resent the fact that Reddington wants to work directly with me instead of you. Speak of the devil. Itās 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 ā Fredrick Hemstead.
Liz: Never heard of him.
Red: No, you havenāt. 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 couldnāt 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. Thereās 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 canāt 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. Heās known as the Courier, and his involvement in a transaction virtually guarantees success. Once heās hired to make a delivery, he canāt be bribed, he canāt be stopped. If either a party attempts to doubleācross the other, he kills them both. The perfect middleman for an imperfect world.
Liz: Cooperās 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 personās head in a bag.
Liz: Does he have a name?
Red: Iām sure he does. I donāt know it.
Liz: Skip to the part where you tell me how you expect us to find him.
Red: I know the man heās planning on delivering the package to. An Iranian spy named Hamid Soroush.
Liz: Where are they making the exchange?
Red: At the Winston farmerās 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: Itās a cell. He just gave him something.
Liz: Heās moving.
Meera: Whatās he saying?
Ressler: I donāt know. Weāve got nothing. Get someone to point a mike at this guy.
Liz: Heās 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 guyās face.
[ Guy goes inside tent ]
Ressler: I think he made us. Tactical teams, youāre 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 donāt have eyes on the shooter! All teams, move in now.
[ Large SUV takes off ]
Liz: You hit?
Meera: Itās not my blood.
[ Meera shoots out back window of SUV, but it continues on, gaining speed ]
Ressler: Suspectās heading north on 6th. I need local air and lawāenforcement 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 Meeraās truck ]
Liz: Cut him off at the next intersection! Do it.
[ Truck plows into SUV. Driver gets out and starts running ]
Liz Weāre at the corner of 10th and Spencer. The Courierās 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 youāre dead. Put your other hand up.
Liz: Get your hands up! Put it up now. Put your arm up now.
Man: I canāt. [ Compound fracture ]
Meera: Put your other arm up. [ He raises left arm with left arm ] Oh, my God.
Ressler: Letās 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. Youāre a courier. You were supposed to give a package to the Iranian. Whereās the package?!
Cooper: We found nothing at the farmerās market, nothing in his vehicle, nothing on him. What was he supposed to be delivering?
Red: I donāt know, Harold. Might it be conceivable your people actually missed something?
Liz: Youāre not telling us everything.
Red: Let me put your mind at ease. Iām never telling you everything.ā¤ I did my job here. I gave you a Blacklister.spd There he sits.
Cooper: Obviously, good cop/bad cop isnāt working here, so letās try bad cop/worse cop. Howās the arm? Looks painful. Whereās the package? [ She squeezes his arm ]
Ressler: Smile all you want. Weāre 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: Thereās a knife wound in his chest, scars all over his body. You know how he got them?
Red: Thatās interesting. I always wondered if the stories were true. I think you may need to call a doctor.
Doctor: Iāve read about cases like this. Your suspect has congenital anhidrosis. Itās a rare genetic disorder. He canāt 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. Thatā Thatās something else entirely.
Cooper: Weāre more interested in the knife wound in his chest. We think he might have placed evidence inside of it.
Doctor: What evidence?
Cooper: Weāre not sure. Thatās why youāre here.
[ Doctor removes the computer chip from the Manās chest. He must be The Courier ]
The Courier: [ Suddenly. ] Boo.
Video: āMy name My name My name is Seth Is Seth Nelson. Wāwhy are you doing this? Please ā ā
Cooper: Thatās the only thing on the chip taken from his chest?
Liz: Newspaperās from yesterday. Time stamp on the video file is 4:29 this morning. Itās a proofāofālife video.
Ressler: The oxygen mask, the tanks ā Wherever this guy is, his hours are numbered.
Liz: We didnāt find a package because there wasnāt 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: Heās probably worth more. My CIA sources just confirmed heās an NSA analyst one of their best and only one of three people allowed to write and access the security protocols and software. If heās 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 guyās a psychopath.
Cooper: Luckily, we happen to have our own psychopath.ā¤
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. āDear Mr. Bradley, what is up with all the rabbits ā ā
Liz: I need to know what youāre not telling me about the Courier.
Red: And what do I get in return?
Liz: My gratitude.
Red: Tell me what youāve learned about your husband.
Liz: The gun that I found in the box is connected to an open homicide.
Red: Of whom?
Liz: Itās classified. I canāt read the file.
Red: I imagine youāve 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, thereās a man who may be able to help us.
Liz: Youāre talking about a drug dealer.
Red: Iām talking about a friend a philosopher who practices an ancient ritual going back thousands of years. Thereās a good chance he could be helpful in locating the Courierās safe house.
Liz: All I care about is finding Seth. Call your friend. I want the Courierās safe-house address.
Red: Thank you.
For what?
Red: For being honest with me. In my life, I donāt 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 itās 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 sheās 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: Weāve 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 [ ā14 hours of air left?ā ā 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 kidās dead.
Liz: Iāve been trying to figure out if thereās 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? Weāre bringing him in from Petersburg Federal Prison right now. Anything you want me to tell him?
Tommyās 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: Thereās you. Tried to help you break out, didnāt he? From what I understand, heād do anything for his little brother.
Brother: Whatās he moving now?
Liz: A 26-year-old MIT grad.
Brother: Lady, you donāt understand Tommy.
Liz: I know his condition prevents him from feelā
Brother: No, I mean you donāt understand him. Our old man knocked us around when he needed to, which didnāt bother Tommy. But dad hated that. Felt like he couldnāt control his own son, and he couldnāt. 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. Theyād get drunk and make bets. What it did to him over time Tommyās broken. Somewhere in his head, a switch flipped. I wish I could help you, but you know how it goes.
Red: Youāre here because somebody screwed up.
Cooper: The deal went sideways. And now the buyer and seller have targets on their head, if theyāre not dead already.
Red: Her nameās Laurence Dechambou. Sheās ex-French intelligence. She now makes a handsome living selling secrets, mostly of a technological nature. I really donāt understand any of it. But sheās 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: Iāll get a warrant. Youāll have it by the time you get there.
Red: She wonāt talk, and even if she did, what would you expect her to say?
Ressler: She may know Sethās location.
Red: She wonāt.
Cooper: Sheās 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 Courierās movements last night. That could lead to Seth.
Red: And why would she tell you that, again?
Liz: She doesnāt have to. Sheās still expecting her money. We send someone in as the Courier, tell her the exchange was a setup, the dealās off, she can pick up Seth where she dropped him off.
Ressler: And we follow her to the dropāoff point.
Red: If you really want her to talk, I should meet with her.
Ressler: Every time you āmeet,ā someone ends up dead.
Red: Weāve gotten off to a rocky start.
Cooper: Youāve killed three people.
Red: Iām not perfect.ā¤
Cooper: If we did this, weād be operating under the assumption that Dechambou has never met the Courier faceātoāface.
Itās too risky.
Heās 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.ā¤
[Liz notices incoming call from Tom]
Liz: Oh, my God. Tom. Oh, God. Heās gonna kill me. [ She picks up ] Iām so sorry.
Tom: [ Upset & angry ] You need to come home. Okay? I canceled the ultrasound. ā Liz?
Liz: I canāt do this right now.
Tom: Look, I donāt I donāt care whatās going on at work, okay? You and I need to talk. Something incredibly important came up. I donāt care! You and I need to talk about something, and itās more important.
Liz: I promise weāll talk as long as you like, but later.
Tom: This is an emergen ā
[ 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 donāt know what youāre talking about. Lineās over there, slick.
Liz: [Over Phone] You need to make an example here. You have to hurt him. Thatās what the Courier would do.
Ressler You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot here, uh, Isnāt 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. Letās 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: Youāreā 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 donāt. The only reason I employed you was to shield me from unwanted attention, and youāre at my front door?
Ressler: There is no money. The Iranian was working with the FBI. I killed him.
Dechambou: Iāve known Soroush for years.
Ressler: Well, if he didnāt set me up, that leaves only one other person, you.
Dechambou: And I never trusted him. Thatās why I employed you. The bastard screwed us both here.
Ressler: Your NSA geek is where you left him last night. Weāre done. Donāt contact me again.
Dechambou: Wait! How do I know itās really youā That Iām not being set up myself?
Ressler: Not my problem.
Dechambou: They say you canāt feel pain. Prove it. [Ressler breaks glass & slices arm.]
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Meera: Weāre coming in. All teams prepare to mobilize. First team, swarm the north doors on my ā
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Ressler: Is this what you need to see? You want to watch me bleed, see if I react? Iāve already lost the only thing in this world Iāve 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 ā
Liz to Ressler: Get out now!
Dechambou: ā 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 doesnāt feel pain.
Liz: He does feel pain. Heās 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 Sethās location The life of a stranger for the life of his brother.
Ressler: Call the marshals. Get him back here. Weāll 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. Thereās 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: Thatās 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 sheās come over to my side, sheās only gone up from there. You really think youāre gonna be able to prove anything against her?
Cooper: Weāll make something stick. Itās only a matter of time.
Red: You donāt have any time. Pick her up in a week, in a month next time. But right now, if you want to save that manās life, you need to release Dechambou. Iāll make her talk.
Liz: How?
Red: You donāt want me to answer that.
Cooper: How do I know you wonāt use what she says to get Seth for yourself?
Red: You donāt. But I donāt see that you have many other options left.
Cooper: Okay. Release her. But if you screw me on this ā
Red: Iāll consider it a bonus. Better make it a double.
Dechambou: If this is about that incident in Paris
Red: Oh, weāll 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 heās been compromised. Who do you think heāll blame for that?
Dechambou: Not me. The Iranian must have been working with the FBI.
Red: Laurence, the Iranian is dead, and youāre next. You know that.
Dechambou: I did nothing wrong.
Red: The world is rarely a fair place. Thatās why it needs people like me.ā¤ Iāll get you out of the country and guarantee your safety. Thereās a private jet awaiting your arrival right now. In exchange, you give me the location where you dropped the kid off last night.
Dechambou: Heās worth $20 million.
Red: That $20 million is about to die. This is not a negotiation.
Dechambou: How dare you? I donāt care who you are. And Iām 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.ā¤ 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 suspectās vehicle on the south side of ā [ š„ Gunfire breaks out š„ (The Courier has an automatic weapon) ]
Ressler: Heās 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: Heās 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 areaās 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?
[ āLiz: Thirty minutes topsā ā 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 heās 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: Heās in the dirt.
Liz: What?
Red: The refrigerator. Itās a coffin. The Courier buries things under his skin. Heās in the dirt right here.
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Heās not breathing.
Red: I died once in Marrakech Two and a half minutes. You wouldnāt believe what I saw on the other side.
Seth: Whoā Who are you?
Red: The FBI ā and friends.
Liz: Seth. We called your parents. Theyāre gonna meet you at the hospital.
Seth: Hāhow can I ever repay you?
Red: Iām sure weāll think of something.
Liz: Donāt even think about it.
Red: What? The boy wishes to express gratitude. Iām merely playing my part in the ritual.
Ressler: You saved that kidās life, Keen. Good job.
Liz: That story you told Dechambou about your job being the only thing left that was ā
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: āThe answers you seek ā Redā Itās the unredacted file of the Angel Station murder. Includes photos of Tom. ]ā¤
[ ā« 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 meThe world was on fire
And no one could save me but you
Itās strange what desire will make foolish people do
No, I donāt want to fall in love
This girl is only gonna break your heart No, I ā¦
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 couldāve made the world tremble. Finally found our adversary. Why did you waste it on the girl?
Red: Not āwasted,ā my friend. Circumstances are far more complex than we ever imagined. Iām betting on the long play The future.
Newton: Your futureās arriving now.
[ ā« music] No, I donāt want to fall in love With you
This girl is only gonna break your heart
No, I donāt 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 donāt even know why Iām here.
āŖ I never dreamed that Iād 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 Tomās home from surveillance location:
āLiz: Tom?ā ]
Surveillance Man: Whatās going on?
Surveillance Man #2: You got to see this.
Liz: Sit down. We need to talk.
[ Tom slides out āgoā box with money, passports and gun ]
Tom: Thatās funny. I was just gonna say the same thing to you.
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ā« āWicked Gameā
By Chris IsaakāŖ The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
Itās strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that Iād meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that Iād lose somebody like you.āŖ No, I donāt want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No, I donāt 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)āŖ 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 youāŖ 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.āŖ The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
Itās strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that Iād love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that Iād lose somebody like you,āŖ 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, Iā¦ (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
(this girl is only gonna break your heart)āŖ Nobody loves no one.
Lyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1JnHQSj
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1JnIyix
END 1:5 āāā
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š“ Episode 1:6 Gina Zanetakos
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š“ Episode 1:6 Gina Zanetakos
First aired: 10/28/2013
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/1HVxge7
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1NEpr1t
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Wendy West
Directed by: Adam Arkin
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Episode 1:6 Gina Zanetakos
Blurb: Gina Zanetakos takes corporate espionage and sabotage to new levels, not stopping at mass murder to put her clientās competitors at a disadvantage.
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[ ā« Policaās āViolent Gamesā 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?
[ š„ Explodes car š„ ]
Woman: [ Accent, Slavic? ] Oh, yeah. Sheās beautiful.
Man: She was.
[ Beep ]
Woman: Can you make it radioactive?
Man: [ Chuckling ] What do you think that was? Joke. Yes. Cesiumā137, just like you want.
Woman: How long before itās 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, thereās a gun in here, Liz, and thereās thereās 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 youāve 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 Itās 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 ā Like, you think that I murdered a KGB defector, like Iām Bond? Iām 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: Thatās enough. Some of the dates on these passportsā¦
Tom: You know, I canāt believe that youāre accusing me of this, because your job is the reason that a man came in here and cut me in half!
Liz: No. ā¦March 12, 2011. Your bachelor party. In Las Vegas. Iāve 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 ] Iām not gonna sit here and ā Your job ā Anything that is evil or bad ā It comes from what you do, not what I do!
Liz: Itās not my picture on these passports.
Tom: Okay! If you think I am guilty, then why donāt you do something about it? Why donāt you call the FBI?
Liz: Fine.
Tom: Do it. Go ahead. Do it.
Liz: You think Iām kidding?
Tom: Do you think Iām kidding? Liz, itās ā itās me. I donāt know whatās going on, but I know that this is a huge misunderstanding. Make ā Make the call.
Liz; Theyāll separate us. Theyāll dig through your life, my life, with a fineātooth comb. Theyāll ā Our entire lives will be up for grabs.
Tom: I got nothing to hide. Let them.
[ Dialing ] Man: Identification, please.
Liz: Agent Keen, 1212ā654 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 donāt work at the FBI.
Tom: What do you mean, āblack siteā? I donāt 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 ] Youāre gonna be okay. Just tell them what happened. Tell the truth.
Tom: Okay.
Liz: Where are they taking him?
If I were you, Iād worry about myself.
Red: Iām looking at it right now. Itās beautiful. What? Oh, the blues? Well, the blues look ā
Newton Phillips (aka āGreyā): Blue.
Red: ā green and gray, the gaping maw of the ocean. Itās mesmerizing. I donāt know why the hell Iām 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: Itās 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 Iāll be honest. Youāve done good work. And Iāve 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 whatās 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 ā
Cooper: Youāre not gonna do anything. Until this matter is resolved, Iām 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 doesnāt. Multinational corporations and criminals run the world. ā¤
Liz: I thought we were here to talk about Tom.
Red: Youāve obviously heard of corporate espionage ā 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 overātheācounter drug laced with potassium cyanide. The companyās 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. Thatās why Iām here, Lizzie. Because thereās a woman Gina Zanetakos.
Liz: I donāt know who that is.
Red: Gina Zanetakos is a corporate terrorist And frankly, sheās 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 sheās Tomās lover.ā¤
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 runāofātheāmill ideologue answering to bearded men in caves, but someone entirely different less predictable and far more dangerous.
Cooper: Iād say delivering criminals to me is your job.
Red: My job is my business, Harold. Delivering criminals to you is a hobby, a diversionā¤, one that may become tiresome, in which case we could always reminisce about that unfortunate incident in Kuwait.ā
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, Walterā Walter Burris. Heās 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: Itās 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 donāt belong here. Just call Walter Burris, okay? Heāll verify everything Iām 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 ā We actually did find a partial on one of the casings in the magazine. But itās not Tom Keenās, and there were no hits on it through AFIS.
Cooper: Give me updates as soon as you have them. Meanwhile, thereās been a development. Reddingtonās brought us a case.
Ressler: Itās about time he realizes that he has to talk directly to us.
Cooper: He wonāt.
Malik: Sir, I think itās entirely inappropriate that Keen is on the case when her husbandās being investigated for murder.
Cooper: Thereās 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. Weāve 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 Iāve seen her before.
[ ā« Policaās āVery Cruelā plays ]
Thatās 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 ]
āŖ About the tall trees in Georgia
[ Breathing heavily ]
āŖ 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: Iāll show you mine if you show me yours.
[ Laughs ]
āŖ Youāve been taught, but youāve never learned
[ The man hands Gina a folded piece of paper ]
Man: Got confirmation yesterday. On its way. Itās official.
āŖ Cut it off if it gets too fierce
Gina: Itās official.
[ Breathing heavily ]
āŖ What itād be like in the willows with you
Weād be free like we used to
What does that even mean?
It means weād want nothing
But to be a good choice to choose
[ Moaning ]
āŖ Youāre a good choice to choose
[ Gina injects the man in the neck ]
Man: Ouch! [ Groans ] What theā ?
Gina: Too much?
Man: Be careful. No, be careful. If Melinda sees any more marks on my neck, sheās gonna ā¦ [ 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, itās Liz. Give me a call as soon as you speak with the headmaster. Iād like to know how things are going.
[ Gina heads down the stairwell ]
Ressler. Sheās not calling you back. This is the door? Iāll take the key. Step back, please. [ To Liz ] She shouldnāt 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. Iām 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 twoāblock radius. No, no, no.
[ Ressler stops elevator door just before it closes ]
Ressler: Iām headed down to the security desk now to pull footage ā
[ Laughter ]
Ressler: ā Itās gonna be room 1232. And make sure that ambulance shows up now.
[ Liz is going through unconscious manās wallet ]
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Man: [ To teens ] Letās go. Letās 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 manās 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 (Ginaās alias) ]
[ Ginaās cellphone rings on the elevator floor. Ressler answers Ginaās phone ]
Liz: Gina?
Ressler: [ Groans ] Hardly.
Liz: Ressler? Why do you have her phone? Whā Did you find her? Did you stop her?
Ressler: Not exactly. [ Breathing heavily ]
Aram: Okay, weāre 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: āRuddiger: Change of plans. Had to use Cobalt 60. Still good to go.ā
Ressler: Best guess Cobalt 60? Theyāre talking about a dirty bomb here.
Liz: But whatās 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 attachƩ 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 Zanetakosā phone messages, all her records. There wasnāt a single message from Tom.
Red: Perhaps they exchanged letters.
Liz: Thereās 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 donāt know?
Tom: No.
Meera: Thatās 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 didnāt meet with him. And if he says that he met with me, then heās lying. He is lying to you. Because Iāve never seen this guy before in my life, not once.
Liz [observing from observation room]: Heās 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 didnāt 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, IāI donāt know what you think I did or who you think I ā
[ 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 āShubieā (Ginaās 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 āworking onā?) 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 āgoā box similar to Tomās ā 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 attachĆ© Nadeem Idris ā and the murdered FSB agent Victor Fokin. ( Strangely, the box also has the strange insignia in the wooden cover ā which is reminiscent of the scar on Lizās 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. Sheās 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 ā¦ This is evidence. Listen, Keen, whatever you think this may mean, I admire what youāre doing, standing up for your husband, but I think we both know itās time for you to protect yourself.
[ Liz approaches Red in a park, sit with him under a canopy ] [ Bell tolling ] I didnāt know where else to go. We found a picture of Tom in her house. He said he doesnāt know her, but clearly he does. So much is happening, and I just donāt know how to process it all. I mean, a part of me thinks that youāre manipulating this whole thing and youāre trying to ruin my life. But thatās just a part of ā But if Iām wrong about Tom ā If he isnāt who ā I donāt think I can handle any of it without him. I feel like Iām drowning, like I donāt know whatās 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 wonāt suppress it. But circumstances require your continued involvement.
We found something on Zanetakosā hard drive ā 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: Ruddigerās 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. Thatās the deal. According to my man in Houston, the paymentās not there. Itās been diverted to New Orleans, which is entirely unacceptable. Well, I donāt 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 heās the link. Ruddiger can get you to Zanetakos, and sheāll get you to Tom.
Liz: Can you help me find him?
Red: I hear youāre using Cobalt 60 in the device, and you know as well as I thereās only one reputable supplier on the market, and thatās 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, theyāll be looking to him. And if they look to him theyāll 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 youāve made for Gina.
Ruddiger:[ Slurring ] Red, Iām sorry. I canāt. Just like I wouldnāt do the betray to you, I canāt do that to her.
Red: Thatās unfortunate. Iām in the middle of negotiating something very interesting, something unique in Syria. Iāll 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 youāre in there. I know youāre in there. I know youāre watching, and I didnāt do anything. Lizzie. Honey, please. I didnāt do anything.
Ruddiger: Itās a sedan. The car is the bomb. Contamination radius of over five miles.
Red: When will it detonate?
Ruddiger. Nineteen hours. Donāt know where.
Red: Then weāll 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, donāt kill her.
Liz: Kill her? I want to talk to her.
Ressler: [ To group of plain clothes ] All right, letās go. Huddle up. All right, letās make this quick and clean. Once you get a visual I.D. on Zanetakos, call it. Weāll move in. Weāll take her. No shots fired. Letās not make the 6:00 news, all right?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
ā Sheās moving north.
ā Copy that.
ā All units converge on my go.
ā Iāve got her.
ā East Green, moving.
ā Sheās making a break for it.
[ Long chase scene. Ends in ladies room where Ressler appears to shoot Gina right as sheās 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] Donāt die.
Liz to Ressler: What the hell did you do?
Ressler: Excuse me?
Cooper: Calm down.
Liz: Donāt tell me to calm down!
Cooper: Agent Keen ā
Liz: That woman was the link! She was the only proof that my husband is innocent! And now sheās what? Dying? Lying unconscious in some hospital?
Ressler: Sheās in surgery.
Liz: Have we forgotten that thereās a bomb out there?
Ressler: I havenāt forgotten anything. Iāve been here for seven years. Youāve been here for seven weeks.
Liz: We have less than four hours.
Ressler: You think we donāt 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 ā What do you know?
Ressler: We know what you know. Itās built into a car, Germanāmade. Itās dirty.
Liz: Well, do you know why Zanetakos killed Nadeem Idris in that hotel or how the Hanar Group is connected, ā who their enemies are?
Liz: The investors.
Liz: What do you mean, the investors?
Cooper: The company stock is at an allātime low. Theyāre 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 ā 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 ā 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: Theyāre a majority owner of a port in New Orleans.
Liz: Where was your payment diverted from?
Red: Houston.
Liz: Thatās 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. Hanarās profits would soar. Theyād be the only game in the Gulf.
Red: Thatās my girl. [ Tosses phone to Dembe ]
Liz: [ Dialing ] The port of Houston. You need to halt all cargo traffic headed there right now. Thatās 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 girlfriendās been shot.
Tom: What are you talking about? Liz?
Meera: Her ā Gina Zanetakos.
Tom: Who?
Meera: The one who helped you kill Fokin.
Tom: I didnāt kill anyone.
Meera: What do you know about the bomb? [ Clicking ] What do you know about the ship?
Tom: What ship?! I donāt know what youāre talking about.
Meera: How about a manifest, a crate number? Help me, Tom! Why donāt you help me?
Tom: Because I didnāt do anything. I donāt know who this woman is. I donāt know anything about a bomb or a boat. I donāt 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: Weāve been through five sections and found nothing. This port is 25 miles long. It will take us weeks to inspect it all.
Ressler: Weāve got less than an hour.
Liz: Weāre missing something. The Hanar Group. They hire Zanetakos. She contracted Ruddiger to build a bomb. But somethingās 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 lowālevel Turkish diplomat to get a car bomb into the country?
Liz: Because itās illegal to search diplomatic cargo. With his help, Zanetakos was able to get the car in without inspection.
Ressler: Itās 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: Itās reāfabricated. Iāve never seen anything like it. The bombās not just inside the car. It is the car.
Ressler: Well, weāve got minutes here.
Tech: What weāve got is a big-ass problem.
Official: Thereās over 2,000 people who work in this harbor. It will take hours to evacuate.
Liz: Weāve only got 10 minutes.
Tech: Can I explain something? This thing is radiological. When it detonates, it will go airborne, and everything within a fiveāmile radius will be contaminated. My suggestion is you take the last 10 minutes ā 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 isnāt gonna work.
Liz: Itāll work.
Ressler: Itās not gonna work. We got less than a minute. Weāre 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 š¦š„š¬š„šš¦ā Explosionāš¦š„š¬š„šš¦š„šš¦ ā This time the fishies are sleeping with the fishies š¦š„š¬š¦š„ššš¦ ] [[ 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 ā Your full cooperation. Is that clear?
Gina: Yes.
Meera: Your prints are on a nineāmillimeter used to assassinate Victor Fokin in Boston last June. Did you kill him?
Gina: Yes.
Meera: Why?
Gina: Someone didnāt want him to talk.
Ressler: Go on.
Gina: He was a Russian agent defecting to the U.S. Somebody didnāt 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.ā¤
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 Redās assistant, Newton Phillips, on the evidence display ]
Tom: Thatās him who I met with. Thatās the guy who interviewed me for the job.
[ Liz barges in ]
Red: Please do come in.
Liz: You and I ā Weāre 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.ā¤
Red: I can only lead you to the truth. I canāt make you believe it.
Liz: The truth is that youāre a sick, twisted man. This, your obsession with me ā You put Tomās picture in Zanetakosā 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 donāt understand why you would do this, any of it! Go to hell.
[ Door closes ]
[ Door opens where video feeds from Liz & Tomās house are being monitored. Tom is seen climbing the stairs ]
Man: Oh, the one night youāre on time. I was really looking forward to the make-up sex. Do you believe heās innocent? It canāt be that simple, right?
[ āApple Manā 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 thatās clear to me is that he doesnāt work for Reddington.ā¤
First man: Well, then, who the hell does he work for?
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First aired: 11/4/2013
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, JR Orci
Directed by: Michael Watkins
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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.
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[ Recording: ] Connecting trains to the orange and blue line at Farragut Street.
Woman: Bergmanās, right? The store where you bought your hat.
Man: Oh, yeah. I didnāt I didnāt 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. Grayās his thing.
Man: Thatās very thoughtful.
[ Recording: ] Next stop, Woodley Park.
Man: Whenās the last time you saw him?
Woman: Sunday. We both go to St Patrickās Episcopal.
Man: Good. Thatās 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 canāt breathe.
ā Areā Are you okay?
ā Call 9ā1ā1.
ā 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 ] CafĆ© au lait unless you like the dark nut better. But donāt decide yet.
Tom: Iām sorry. Letās start over. Why is our dining room no longer dine-able?
Liz: Weāre remodeling.
Tom: Clearly, and weāre 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: Grandmaās Pumpkins?
Tom: Grandmaās what?
Liz: I know itās ridiculous. [ Hugs him, giggling; climbs on his back ] Oh, Iām just so sick of this room.
Tom: Why? I like this room.
Liz: Itās not the room. Itās just that someone invaded our lives, our house. They put that stupid box in the floor.
Tom: It doesnāt matter anymore.
Liz: They made me believe you were a monster. [ She hops off his back ] I doubted you. I doubted us.
Tom: Yeah, weāre past it. Weāre gonna be fine. And I donāt think that we need to destroy the dining room. I think that we just need ā
Liz: ā to move?
Tom: I was gonna say we need time, but, uh, itās good to know where your headās 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.ās Red Line Station. Details are still sketchy, but rescue teams and emergency personnel are arriving on the ā
Police officer: Lady! You canāt park here!
Ressler: Hey, officer! Sheās 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 closedācircuit 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: Heās not carrying the briefcase. He left it on the train.
Aram: And moments later, at precisely 6:42 a.m ā I think we found our delivery device.
Ressler: Iāll 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 wouldnāt, 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. Weāll have to wait on decontamination protocols.
Tech: Excuse me. Weāve 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. Youāre a winter, not an autumn. Stop wearing olive.ā¤
Liz: You know, I donāt have time for this.
Red: Youāre not the one who had to listen to that Godāawful hold music for 7 minutes, which wouldnāt have been necessary if youād take my calls. Itās a little snug. Donāt you think, Martin? [ Red is being measured for a suit ]
Liz: You know, as much as I love our little talks, youāre holding up a line for people that might have actual information.
Red: This isnāt a social call. I can identify the man youāre looking for, Lizzie.
Liz: Okay. Who is he?
Red: Phones are so impersonal. Why donāt 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 youāre 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 youāre 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 governmentāsanctioned mass killing.
Liz: What do you mean, āwasā?
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. Iām perfectly comfortable with what I am.ā¤ But, please, make no mistake ā 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 heās lacked until now has been the desire.
Liz: So, whatās changed?
Red: Well, thatās the question. Barnes has always operated with a certain level of detachment ā 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? Weāve managed to I.D. [ ā31ā ā 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, Iāve never heard of it.
Buckner: No one has. Itās a vascular disorder, extremely rare. Causes the veins and arteries to harden until the bodyās 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. Weāve seen almost 600 new cases since July, which seems impossible, since the virus isnāt particularly contagious.
Ressler: Unless someone was intentionally spreading it.
Buckner: Thatās 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 heād be operating on the frontier fringes of science. One thingās 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 isnāt something you can just pick up at your local piggly wiggly. Itās a waste byāproduct of nuclear reactors: toxic, highly regulated. Thereās 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 fiveāsided foxhole.
Meera: And the third?
Red: Is likely Barnesā supplier.
Cooper: Cut to it ā I want a name.
Red: Iām afraid it wouldnāt do you any good. The FBI has no jurisdiction where he operates. In any case, Iāve 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 heās just gonna willingly hand over this information?
Red: Weāll cross that bridge when we get there, Donald. Look, weāre 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: Iām sorry. All my tropical wearās in the wash.
Red: Youād look positively radiant in a Guayabera dress. I know a little shop in Reston. We could stop before our flight.
Liz: There is no āour flight.ā
Red: You have something more pressing than finding your suspect?
Liz: Actually, I was able to track down. Barnesā old research partner, so Iām hoping she can fill in some of the missing pieces.
Red: So, I guess youāre on your own. Iām sorry youāre upset with me.
Liz: That would imply I care enough to be angry.
Red: I might do the same in your position. Itās easier to blame me for framing your husband than face the truth of what he is.
Liz: Tom teaches 4th grade. Heās 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, thatās not the end of the story. Iām confident youāll come to see that. But in the meantime, we need to find a way to move past this. Because for me, thereās just no fun in it unless youāre there. And if thereās no fun to be had, Iām not interested.ā¤
[ ā« ] Iām awake no, Iām not scared
shouldnāt I pull off my head
Fire and ice, all in between of this world
Dembe: We should probably get goingā¦
āŖ and all unseen
Dembe: ā¦if you want to make Havana by noon.
āŖ No one knows just why weāre here
embrace the doubt and face the fear
Red: [ Leans his head against Luliās shoulder ] Quick, say something nice to me. Itās been a dreadful morning.
Luli: Would good news suffice? You wanted to know if it ever went on the market?
āŖ Iām going ohāohāohāohāohāoāoh
Red: Is it really for sale ā ?
Luli: I take that to mean youād like me to move forward with the purchase?
āŖ Ohāohāohāoh
Red: Hmm.
āŖ Iām going ohāohāohāohāohāoāoh
Red: Perhaps this day can be salvaged after all.
āŖ Ohāohāoh ? ohāohāohāoh.
Liz: Mrs. Forrester? Special Agents Keen and Ressler. Weād 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. Iā 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 16āhour days.
Mr Forrester: Oh, thatās an understatement. He practically had Anne living in that lab.
Mrs Forrester: He ā Frederick ā 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 Calebās?
Mr Forrester: Mmāhmm.
Mrs Forrester: Unhāunh. Do me a favor. Not right now. Go upstairs. Iāll 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 9āyearāold 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 thereās something youāre holding back, now would be a good time to reāevaluate that decision.
Mrs Forrester: Frederick is Ethanās 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 heās Ethanās real father?
Mrs Forrester: Yeah. When Ethan was 5, heā he developed Kurz, and they they told us it was untreatable. Frederick wouldnāt 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: Thatās why Barnes is killing. He wants to infect enough people with Kurz disease that it gets on the publicās radar.
Ressler: Why?
Liz: Because then it canāt 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 youāre right, Barnes is just getting started.
Red: Buenas tardes, Maria Rosa! Buenas tardes! QuƩ 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. Itās all you. Letās talk about Strontium 90.
Manny: Strontium 90? Of course thatās what you want. Because you canāt want drugs or Qassam rockets like anyone else.
Red: A Qassam rocket is a fertilizerāfilled trash can. I wouldnāt fire that eyesore at my worst enemy.
Manny: How much do you need?
[ āRed: Twelve kilos.ā ā not in script ]
Manny: What exactly are you going to do with 12 kilograms of Strontium 90?
Dembe: [ Answers phone ] Bueno. Iāve secured the funds on the purchase.
Woman: [ On phone ] Iām ready to proceed on Redās word.
Dembe: Good. Iāll let him know once heās done with Soto.
Manny: Excellent. $6 million. I need three weeks.
Red: I need it now.
Manny: Not possible. Fresh out, Iām 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 weāre not that good of friends.
Red: What, are they gonna pull their guns and hold them all sideways at me? Manny, Iām sure we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.
[ Red sticks recording device under table edge ]
Manny: Iām 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.ā¤ He should be calling Barnes any minute.
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Dembe: Callās 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 Barnesā 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: Iāll need your summons.
Barnes: Yes. You know what? I think I left it in my car. Iāll 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. Weāre on our way in now.
Ressler: Federal agents! Federal agent!
Liz: FBI!
Ressler: Move! Move! Move! Take the north stairwell. Iāve 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 ]
ā Help! Somebody help us! [ People begin to gasp and choke ] [ Two firemen arrive ]
Ressler: Federal agent, FBI. Iām 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 ]
ā Help me, please!
ā Somebody, help!
Ressler: [ Goes to panicky woman ] Itās okay. Itās okay. Itās okay. Stop! Stop! Stop! Weāre gonna get help.
[ Barnes grabs an elderly guard, gets his gun; continues to hold him ]
Barnes: Iāve got you Come on.
Liz: Out! Out of the way! Move! Freeze! Iām only gonna say this once: drop the gun.
Barnes: You first. Iām 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 donāt 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 Iām sure my assistant told you on the phone, the house is in escrow. Weāre only accepting backup offers.
Luli: I understand.
Wright: Why donāt we head inside? Iāll give you a tour of the property.
Luli: Oh, that wonāt be necessary. My clientās prepared to make an offer. Double the asking price In cash. Iām 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. Sheās 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. Bucknerās not optimistic.
Liz: What have you got?
Meera: Casualty lists.
I keep asking myself, āHow is Barnes choosing his targets?ā And that got me thinking a courthouse and public transportation. What do these two things have in common?
Redās: Theyāre both managed by the state.
Meera: Right, but more importantly, they both contain random groupings of people various ages, genders, ethnicities.
Liz: Iām not sure I follow.
Meera: Well, it seems like Barnes is targeting large cross sections of the population. You donāt get a more random sample than a jury pool.
Ressler: So Barnes wants to kill different types of people?
Meera: I donāt know. Is it possible these arenāt just attacks? Could Barnes be conducting some kind of demonstration or experiment?
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Cooper: Agent Keen? A word.
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Cooper: Youāre on duty, correct? Are you carrying your badge?
Liz: Of course. Why?
Cooper: Because itās 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 youāre new at this, Agent Keen, but some rules donāt 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 youāll be sanctioned. And weāll see where we go from there.
Liz: You mind telling me what the hell that was?
Ressler: If youāre 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 youāre [āunā]qualified [āto be in the fieldā] [ā in brackets: missing from script ]
Liz: You wouldāve taken the shot? Is that it? Itās easy to make the tough call after the fact, isnāt it?
Ressler: Itās what any trained field agent wouldāve done, which is precisely the point.
Liz: And that hostage would be dead.
Ressler: Then I guess thatās just what happens.
Liz: Thatās a manās life youāre talking about.
Ressler: Yes. One manās, which you traded for hundreds, possibly thousands, by letting Barnes get away. And if you canāt understand why thatās a bad call, you donāt belong in a tactical unit.
[ One woman, Elisa Rubin, survived the biological attack ]
Buckner: Youāre a very lucky girl.
Elisa: Please tell me thatās 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 youāre here for more blood, Iām pretty tapped.
Barnes: Nothing that exciting, Iām afraid. Iām just here to change out your I.V. bag. How are you feeling?
Elisa: Uh A little, um Lightāheaded. [ She becomes unconscious ] [ Barnes opens a survival kit ]
Red: Either you accidentally dialed the wrong number. Or youāre calling because youāve hit a dead end. So, which is it?
Liz: Barnes got away, and the trailās 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: Iām not a gumball machine, Lizzie. You donāt get to just twist the handle whenever you want a treat.ā¤ We canāt keep doing this little waltz.
Liz: Donāt hang up.
Red: Iām listening.
Liz: The reason Barnes is still out there is because I let him slip away. And itās 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?ā¤
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 heās 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: Whatās going on?
Liz: We have reason to believe Ms. Rubin is in danger.
Buckner: From what?! Ms. Rubin? Elisa?
Liz: Whoās 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 didnāt authorize this procedure.
Liz: You were right about Barnes. They werenāt just attacks. They were experiments. He was searching for someone with a natural immunity for Kurz disease.
Meera: You mean like Elisa Rubin?
Liz: Thatās why she survived the attack. Her test results just came back. She has zero sign of infection.
Meera: So, heās going to use this genetic immunity to synthesize an antidote, then, if Barnes believes he has the cure ā
Liz: Heās 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 donāt have a lot of time. Please, I need to see Ethan.
Mrs Forrester: Itās true, isnāt 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 youāll 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. Donāt be scared. Iām a friend, and I know you havenāt been well. And Iām 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, itās okay! Ethan! No! No! No! Ethan! Iām not gonna hurt you. Just relax and breathe. [ Barnes grabs Ethan, puts him out with anesthetic in a cloth ]
Meera: Itās okay. Anne, weāre here.
[ Liz runs upstairs ]
Liz: Step away from him!
Barnes: I canāt do that. I think youāre probably well aware of that by now.
Liz: I know what you think you have in that needle.
Barnes: Yes, my sonās future.
Liz: Your cure is experimental. It could just as easily kill him.
Barnes: If I do nothing, he dies anyway.
Liz: You donāt know that.
Barnes: Yes, I do. Thereās no other treatment.
Liz: Thereās no universe in which I let you stick that thing in his neck.
Barnes: This is his chance. This is the only chance that heāll ever have. And I donāt think youāre 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. Whatās your feeling about guava?
Liz: Anxiety.
Red: Oh, youāre in for a treat. I take it from the coronerās 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 whoās willing to burn the world down to protect the one person they care about ā Thatās a man I understand.ā¤
Liz: Is that meant to be directed at me?
Red: Arenāt you presumptuous?ā¤
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 donāt need your protection.
Red: Maybe not.
Liz: But I do need you to do this job. Iāve accepted that. And believe it or not, I appreciate what you do for the bureau. And at work, you and I are partners. But thatās where this relationship needs to end at work. I donāt want you in my personal life. I donāt know how to make that clear.
Red: You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand? With a breath of air, they disappear.ā¤ You may not like me. You may not understand how or why I do what I do. But Iām here because you want answers to questions you havenāt even thought of yet.ā¤ Now, if that doesnāt 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 donāt believe Raymond Reddington could cease to exist in 60 seconds?
Red: I offer that particular package to clients.
Liz: Youāre offering to walk away?
Red: Iām not going to beg you to allow me the privilege of helping you. So, say the word, and Iām gone. Tell me to go, Lizzieā¦. Then I guess Iāll see you tomorrow.
Ressler: Hard to believe, but Iām just about finished up here.
Liz: Yeah, Iām done.
Ressler: That was a difficult call you made with Barnes. Wouldāve been tough for anyone in that position.
Liz: I keep going over that moment in my head, wondering what wouldāve happened if Iād 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 cureās genuine, itāll be vetted through the proper channels.
Ressler: If itās too late for Ethan by then?
Liz: Then I guess thatās just what happens.
[ Liz arrives home. To is eating Chinese in the middle of the living room ]
Liz: What is this?
Tom: Weāre remodeling.
Liz: Clearly.
Tom: Long day?
Liz: You have no idea.
Tom: Itās killing you, isnāt 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. Weād just driven in from Rochester and picked up the keys to this place, but our furniture wasnāt coming until Sunday. So, we drove to the store, and we got Ike.
Liz: Oh, yeah, the lamp.
Tom: Remember, that āaā 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. Thatās all we had.
Tom: Itās all we ever needed. Just you, me, and Ike.
Red: Strange. I remember it being bigger.
Luli: I donāt understand. Of all the places Marigot, Doha, Florence, Seychelles why this place?
Red: I raised my family in this house.ā¤
Luli: Itās lovely.
[ He rips a piece of paneling from the wall to find where a childās height had been penciled. The marks stop at about 3 1/2 years old ]
Red: No, itās not, but it used to be. [ looking out the window, a vision of darkāhaired girl 4ā6 twirling around in the yard making superābubbles ]
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.ā¤ This should help. [ They get in car and begin to drive away. The š„ house explodes š„ ]
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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
NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1LkBfIM
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1ECc38L
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Amanda Kate Shuman
Directed by: Stephen Surjik
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Episode 1:8 General Ludd
Blurb: General Ludd leads a movement of anti-Wall Street protestors. His ultimate goal is to destroy capitalism ā or is it? Sam and Red reminisce. Red accesses ViCAP.
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[ Note: Nathaniel Wolff (āGeneral Luddā) 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 ā/Luddā 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 donāt know. We should head back. We can play more later. Come on. Itās almost 7:30. Momās gonna be upset if weā
Son: One more kickoff! Iāll 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 whoāve 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. Iām supposed to bring doughnuts ā as if Mrs. Wemponās ass could use another bear claw.
[ Liz gets in shower with Tom ]
Whatās, uh, going on here? Hello.
Good morning.
Iām working on it.
[ The scene is shown on the video surveillance screen ]
[ ā« ] But the chillinā turn out fine I got the pieces if you got the time
[ Television: ] A cargo plane bound for Los Angeles ā¦ 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: Itās my dadā¦
[ Television: ] Eyewitness reports are claiming that this could be the result of a terrā
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Sam: Hey.
Liz: ā¦Is everything okay?
Sam: What, I canāt call my daughter unless thereās something wrong?
Liz: How you feeling?
Sam: Oh, you know me. Picture of health.
Liz: Somethingās wrong.
Sam: Yeah, this 12āyearāold who claims to be an oncologist wants to run another series of tests.
Liz: Youāre in the hospital? Iām coming.
Sam: No, youāre not. Iām fine. Listen, butterball, i- itās under control. I got teams of medical people here. Their teams have teams. Iām 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: Itās not.
Liz: Donāt say that just ācause you donāt want to bother me. Youāre my dad. Youāre allowed to bother me.
Sam: Itās just a test, Lizzie.
Liz: Okay. Leave your phone on and call me as soon as itās done, okay?
Sam: All right.
Liz: Dad, I love you.
Sam: I love you, too.
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Nurse: Pretending doesnāt make it any better. She deserves to know the truth.
Sam: Shut up and hand me that snickers bar, would you?
Cooper: Absolutely not. Iām not giving you access to the FBIās ViCAP system.
Red: Then youāll just have to find another criminal to talk to Elizabeth Keen and make fun of Agent Ressler.ā¤
Cooper: We have an agreement.
Red: Yes, the agreement is for me to bring cases to you. It doesnāt work the other way around. Iām 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: Youāre 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: Youāre speaking as if an individual is responsible for this. Itās far bigger than you might think. Itās 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 ā trim the fat off the fat cats.
Liz: This group is incredibly well-educated. Theyāre 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 groupās founder, Nathaniel Wolff. Says heās 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. Iāll let the locals know youāre 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 driverās name was Roger Gard. Havenāt 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 ā personal records, performance reviews, and this security footage. He accessed a remote warehouse at 2:16 A.M. There he is. Thatās our guy.
Liz: Thatās 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 āGeneral Ludd, Do you want to proceed?ā 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 donāt want to call me because you donāt want to freak me out, but F.Y.I., not calling me freaks me out, so call me. Uh, Iā 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: Iām sorry. What?
Ressler: We got his home address. Letās 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: Wolffās 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. Wolffās father was a union man, fought to keep the airline intact. He lost, started drinking, his wife left, took the kids. Six months later, Wolffās father committed suicide.
Cooper: Okay. But, again, that isnāt proof.
Ressler: No, but weāve got Nathaniel Wolffās fingerprints all over the place. Two different people, both with the exact same print? You canāt 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 ā
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, Iām not interested in anything outside Fairfax County. Calebās in school. Heās 9. Iām treasurer of the PTA, for Godās sakes. I canāt 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? Youāre a little early. Weāre 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.ā¤
Liz: Iāve been calling your people all morning. Luli didnāt pick up.
Red: Luli didnāt pick up because we are busy.
Liz: Well, then you should have dug that chip out of your damn neck.
Red: Well, youāre here now, so whatās 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. Itās come back?
Liz: My fatherās fine. Heās just ā¦ Who the hell told you that?
Red: You should be there with him.
Liz: I am not doing this ā 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. Heās 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 donāt know how you do it. I had that done once. I couldnāt 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 whatās a beautiful young woman like you doing with this vulture?
Liz: Trust me, itās not by choice.
Red: So, Nathaniel Wolff ā 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 wouldnāt impose, but this is a personal matter of some urgency.
Maltz: You know my business. You know the rules. Itās all about confidentiality.
Red: Absolutely.
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Maltz: This conversation should never leave this office. I just got done with six hours of surgery, and you walk in ā I mean, I donāt 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. Iām 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. Youāre an informant now? How dare you come in this ā
Liz: Did you hear me? I said I need his new name. Give it to me, or Iāll have the Miami field office tear your practice apart faster than you can say ātummy tuck.ā
Maltz: Bradley Holland. Okay? Thatās the name he goes under now ā 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? Thatās dirty pool. God forbid this little incident ever gets back to poor Nathaniel Wolff.
Maltz: Red, I donāt know whatās going on here
Red: What other secrets have you just given away?
Maltz: Nothing!
Red: Who knows about the work Iāve 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: Iām sorry.
Red: I was wrong. Shame on you, Abraham. I know another doctor. Letās 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: Iād buy him as a cargo operator, but a pilot? That would require licenses, documentation, a background check.
Liz: Anonymity is a cornerstone of this groupās decentralized command structure. Wolff has given up his identity for this cause. Wall Street destroyed the airline that Wolffās 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: Heās gonna bring down another plane.
Holland/Ludd: Sophie, hi. Uh, if itās okay with you, Iām deadheading to Denver.
Stewardess: Of course. Let me check what seats are available.
Holland: Appreciate that. Iām Bradley.
Stewardess: Thereās 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: Theyāre saying a father and son were killed on the ground.
Holland: Thatās terrible. That group, the ones that took credit ā
Man: Oh, yeah. Uh, General Something.
Holland/Ludd: Generalā 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.
Mmāhmm.
Holland: What line of work are you in?
Man: Hedge funds. Dolus Capital.
Holland/Ludd: Oh. So, uh, this General Ludd group, youāre like the poster child for everything they hate. Howās that feel? You worried?
Man: Eh, not in the Gold Club, Iām not. Know what Iām saying?
Holland: Mmāhmm. 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: Iāll put it in first-class overhead. Weāre boarding any minute.
Holland/Ludd: Youāre the best.
Liz: Tom.
Tom: Liz, Aunt June called.
Liz: Iām sorry. Nowās not a good time.
Tom: Uh, she said your dad hasnāt exactly been telling you the truth. Apparently, heās a little sicker than heās been letting on.
Liz: Aunt June gets indigestion and thinks sheās having a stroke.
Tom: The cancerās spread to his liver.
Liz: What? No, he was just going in for a few tests.
Tom: Apparently, itās a little more serious than that, and Aunt June thinks that we need to be there, like, now.
Liz: I canāt. Iā Oh, my God. I got to call him.
Tom: No, heās in surgery. Listen, Iām 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 youāre right. Sheās probably overreacting. But if you canāt go now, then, uh ā [ To Travel Agent ] Yeah, what do you got?
Travel Agent: Then let me book you the 6:15 tomorrow morning, and youāll be in Nebraska by noon.
Tom: Okay? Lizzie, okay?
Tom: Okay. You all right?
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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 squadās en route. I want every bag ā
[ Plane behind then š„explodesš„ Liz and Ressler are thrown to the Tarmac ]
[ Sam coughs. Looks over and sees Red. He seems puzzled or doesnāt recognize him at first ]
Red: Hello, Sam. Itās been far too long.
Liz: Sir? I have a family emergency. My fatherās sick. I need to catch a flight.
Cooper: Not an option.
Liz: I know the timing is terrible ā
Cooper: All flights are grounded.
Liz: What? Why?
Cooper: General Ludd. FBI headquarters received a manifesto.
āWe 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?ā
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: Iāve got an address on Bradley Holland.
Ressler: Let me guess same as Denning and Gard?
Aram. Yes, but Iāve also traced a creditācard payment in Hollandās name to a storage facility Brooklyn, St. Marks Ave.
Ressler: Letās roll.
Red: Oh, my God. Iāve 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. Iāve missed that laugh. [ Red tales Samās hand ] You look like hell.
Red: I finally had a chance to see her, Sam. Thereās a fire inside she got from you. Sheās volatile. Unpredictable. Soft then hard then ā Soft again. Stronger than she knows. You gave her an incredible gift, Sam. Taking her in and loving her as your own.
Sam: Theyāve given me six weeks. For what? So I can lay here and watch them take me apart? I wish theyād said six hours. And I told them, I said, āyou can get rid of those damn machines. Go monitor somebody whoās actually got vital signs.ā
Red: Mm.
Sam: I need to tell Lizzie.ā¤
Red: No.
Sam: I know what we agreed, but before I go, I have to tell her.
Red: I canāt let you do that.
Sam: She deserves the truth.
[ Liz and Ressler are examining a wall of all the identities Holland/Ludd had created ā 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 45āyearāold 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 ā
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. Whatās going on? Tom just spoke with Aunt June.
Sam: Aunt June talks too much.
Liz: Tom said youāre in surgery?
Look ā Iām sorry to bring you so late to the party, but ā About three months ago, I wasnāt feeling so great. So I went to the doc, and, uh she said the cancer came back and spread everywhere. Theyāre doing what they can, but, you know, it aināt good.
Liz: But obviously they think they can do something. They think ā
Sam: I shouldāve told you the truth. I shouldāve been honest with you from the getāgo. But I couldnāt. I was trying to protect you.
Liz: Iām on my way, as soon as I can get on a plane. Youāre gonna be fine, daddy. I know that.
Sam: āCourse 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.ā¤
[ 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 ]
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Tom: Uh, excuse me. Iām here to see Sam Milhoan. Do you know what room heās in?
Nurse: Are you family?
Tom: Yeah, Iām his, uh, sonāinālaw Tom Keen.
Nurse: Iā Iām so sorry.
Tom: Weā Thā 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 thereās nothing I can do for you?
Liz: I canāt 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 fatherāinālaw. But Iā Iā I didnāt get here in time.
Red: Oh, my. Iām terribly sorry. Itās hard to not say goodbye. I have lost so many people. Never seems to get any easier.
Tom: I donāt know what Iām gonna say to my wife. Iāve been sitting here for I donāt 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 [ āfour years old, adopted herā ā this was added, not in script from Springfields ] and raised her as a single parent. Sheās gonna be heartbroken.
Red: Yes. Itāll undoubtedly take some time. But Iām sure sheāll be fine. Heāll 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. Heāll always be there. She will be fine.ā¤
Tom: I hope youāre right.
Red: I know I am.
[ Gunfight with General Ludd in which he š„ blows up the $500Mš„ 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. Wolffās 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 ā proprietary algorithms, plate design, watermarks, encoding techniques. Every last hair on Ben Franklinās 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 isnāt an option.
Liz: Thatās 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. Heās escaping by plane. Nobodyās watching the sky.
Red: My guess is youāre 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. Iāll see what I can find. Dembe, tell Edward weāre making an unscheduled stop.
Holland/Wolff/Ludd: Hey. Ready to go?
Red: Oh, Iām 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 countryās financial system to fail. And if Iām not mistaken, youāve 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 itās not. Itās 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 youāre gonna, what ā stop me? Turn me in?
Red: Iām 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.ā¤ 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, youāre under arrest. Iāll call this in to Cooper, get the flight ban lifted.
Iāll look after this. Why donāt 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.
[ ā« Radical Faceās Welcome Home plays as scenes are shown from Samās funeral ]
āŖ Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh,oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
sleep donāt visit so I choke on sun and the days blur into one
and the backs of my eyes hum with things Iāve never donesheets are swaying from an old clothesline
like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
was never much, but weāve made the most
welcome hoāoāoāmeoh 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 āLucy Brooksā ā who appears to be the same person as Jolene Parker, the overly-friendly substitute teacher at Tomās school. [ Some in the fandom subsequently referred to this character as āJuicyā ]]
Iāve come hoāoāoāme
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 Maryās 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 shouldāve known when you agreed to help us catch Wolff that you would take something for yourself. We didnāt 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 didnāt have it.
Red: [ Pause ] Iām 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 childrenās swing set at Maryās home ]
āŖ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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ā« Welcome Home
By Radical FaceSleep donāt visit, so I choke on sun, and the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things Iāve never doneSheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much, but weāve made the most
Welcome homeShips are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece Iāve lostPeel the scars from off my back
I donāt need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
Iāve come homeAll my nightmares escape my head
Bar the door, please donāt let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my headās splitting at the seams
And I donāt know if I canHere, beneath my lungs
I feel your thumbs
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š“ 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
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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.
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[ Red is celebrating with a group of Germans at a beer hall ]
Red: In memory of the notāsoādearly departed Herr Spielmanā¦
Guys: No, no.
Red: ā¦who undercut and robbed you on the supply routes through Graz, Iāll 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 Iād 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. Heās 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, ā 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 isnāt she here?
Ressler: You mean why didnāt she fly to Munich on 10 minutesā notice?
Red: You made the trip.
Ressler: Sheās been detained.
Red: By whom?
Ressler: The situationās above my security clearance. I was just given the job of locating you.
Red: No, you said sheās been detained. Is she in danger?
Ressler: Thereās a jet on the tarmac at Munich International.
Red: My planeās faster.
Liz: I just canāt believe heās gone. Iām never gonna hear him say my name. Or smell that old aftershave. Itās different with you because you you can trace your life up to this moment, you know?
Tom: Mmāhmm.
Liz: You have reliable records and ā
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: Itās all right.
[ Liz goes through a box of stuff mailed to her from her fatherās 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, childās drawings burning, a doll with its face melting ā¦ ]
[ At the Post Office, Ressler puts Red in handcuffs ]
Red: Donald, what the hell are you doing?
Ressler:Taking you into protective custody.
Red: Whereās 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? Youāre violating our arrangement.
Ressler: Thereās an imminent threat to your life.
Red: That condition is a constant.
Meera: We have credible intelligence that youāre 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 donāt. Hilton Wells doesnāt speak with the Egyptians. He hasnāt 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: Thereās a price on your head.
Red: Thereās 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. Itās 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 whoās singing, I donāt trust anyone because someone helped to bring him here.
Ressler: To a black site. Why?
Red: Because Iām asymmetrical. I donāt need visas, passports, travel documents. Give me a bug-out bag and 30 seconds, and Iām 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 youāve done exactly as he wished. He got you to bring me here so that he could attack this facility.
Ressler: He doesnāt even know this place exists.
Red: All he does is extract people from places that donāt 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 Alcatrazālike 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 canāt be here! Hey! Tell him he canāt 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 ā former flag wavers made over in Frankensteinālike fashion into bloodless, country-less killers. Garrick is not a precision instrument. Heās 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.
[ Garrickās men enter power and communications center, cut wires. Facility goes dark. Elevator with Liz inside stops. Emergency light comes on ]
Red: Theyāre in.
Garrick: Elevatorās disabled. Transmissionās jammed. We have takedown.
[ Garrick shoots truck driver ]
Liz: [ Tries intercom ] Hello?
Cooper: Initiate full facility lockdown.
[ Garrickās 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: Youāre 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 14ā14ā6.
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 donāt think you appreciate the sheer firepower ā 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 isnāt about digging in. This is about escape.
Ressler: [ Stopping ] Wait.
Red: Why not let them have me, Donald? Iāll likely be tortured for weeks and left to rot until they finally deign to put a bullet in my skull. Wouldnāt that please you?
Ressler: Youāre an adjunct informant for the FBI, Reddington. That means youāre my responsibility. That means I fight for your life regardless of how badly I want to take it.
[ One of Garrickās men comes around corner. Exchanges fire with Ressler. Man is killed. Ressler is hit š„ in left thigh ]
Ressler: Aah!
[ Red gets handcuff keys from Resslerās belt, frees himself. Takes Resslerās gun ]
Ressler: Donāt, Reddington. Donāt leave me unarmed.
[ More of Garrickās men appear from staircase. Red shoots them down. Red gets dead guyās ammo vest and high-powered shotgun ]
Red: Donald, you and I arenāt done just yet.
[ Red grabs collar of Resslerās 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 Garrickās 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: Weāre 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 canāt 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. Theyāve 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 powerās 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 āHatchling.ā Understood? Get to the main generator room. Kill anything that isnāt 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, āHatchling.ā Codify, āHatchling.ā
[ Cooper is trying to hail others of his people in the building ]
Liz: Hatchlingā5591āabstract.
Cooper: Keen?
Liz: Iām here, sir.
Cooper: Do not attempt any form of ingress. Hostiles have the high ground.
Liz: Iām 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? ā 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 donāt like his chances, Red. That leg looks like minced beef. All you have to do to save Agent Resslerās life is come out, Red. Don ā We never met in person, Don, but if youād done your job back in Brussels in ā08, I wouldnāt 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 Resslerās life.
Red: You know, Anslo, Iām looking at you, and I got to say Iām really surprised. With the access you now have to top-notch plastic surgeons, why you havenāt 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? Itās not the scar. Itās 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. Itās probably the only thing that saved your life, really ā Me switching ammo. Think about that little irony now every time you randomly find your reflection or are reminded of that unfortunate thing Iāve 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 ā And beat you. And you did what you always did ā Got beaten by me. True to form, Anslo. Why take time to think when itās 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. Iāve 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, letās 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 Garrickās men ]
Cooper: Command down. Command down. Armory overrun. Repeat, armory overrun.
[ Lizās voice on comm device ] Help! Please, help! Help! Can someone help me? Please, help!
[ The decoy works as Liz takes one of Garrickās 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.
Garrickās man: We donāt have enough explosives.
Garrick: What?
Man: We donāt 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. Weāre a little light on bang here. So you bring me back every piece of explosive ordnance that they have.
Red: Donald, Iām 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. Thereās only 2% of us, you know?
Donald: What are you doing?
Red: You need a blood transfusion. Or weāre 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. Letās go.
Red: The concept of a last stand sounds so heroically romantic, doesnāt it, Donald? But thereās a good reason why we didnāt 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 youāve surmised nothing about me by now, know this. Iām gonna be around for the sequel.
Donald: Youāre really gonna do a field transfusion?
Red: Oh, come now, Donald. Think how much smarter youāll be afterwards.
Donald: Why the hell are you doing this? Itās pretty obvious I hate your guts, and I canāt 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 thatās what you do when someone is dying in front of you.ā¤ Allies today, enemies tomorrow The world is a complex place, further complicated by manās fickle nature. Years ago, I saved a manās 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. Itās this job today, another one tomorrow. That needle in your arm becomes the one in your neck. Itās just that fast.ā¤
Red. Do you remember that Road Runner cartoon where the Coyote makes the mountain of TNT and gunpowder barrels? And blows himself skyāhigh?
Red: Yes, Anslo. Is that what youāre doing out there? Is this to be mass suicide by explosion, I hope?
Garrick: No. Weāll be fine out here, Red. But with these charges rigged to blow inward, I canāt say the same about you. Itās no matter. I intend to thoroughly torture the hell out of whateverās left of you. Oh, come on! Play with me! Iād give that leg up as a lost cause by now, wouldnāt you? If sepsis hasnāt 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 Reddingtonās giving you right now. Drip, drip, Don. Drip, drip, drip.
Garrickās man: Raines? Raines? Respond now or Iām gonna shoot. In threeātwoāone.
Garrick [ Over comm ]: Tabletop to Chalk One, whereās my bang? Letās go. Iāve got a box to blow up.
Liz [ Has gun on him ]: Tell him youāre on your way back. Tell him anything other than that, and youāre lying with your buddy.
Man: Chalk One to Tabletop, weāre on our way back now.
Liz: Thatās good. [ She knocks him out ]
[ Liz hears something ]
Aram: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Agent Keen, itās 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: Whereās Red and Ressler?
Aram: I think Resslerās in bad shape.
Liz: Any idea who hit this facility?
Aram: Um, someone called Garrick. Heās disabled telecom, simplex, and duplex signals.
Liz: How long before you can restore the telecom?
Aram: I havenāt 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, itās, 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: āCause weāre gonna go find those jammers.
Aram: āWeā?
Liz: Yes. You and I in the plural.
Aram: Uh, but IāIāI thought Iām waiting for the signal so we can call the cavalry.
Liz: We are the cavalry. Give me your gun.
Aram: Um, IāIāve only shot at paper.
Liz: Pretend theyāre paper.
Red: Donald! Donald! Feeling any wittier yet? Any strange cravings for Beluga caviar or Marcel Proust?
Ressler: I know you donāt think much of me, but you donāt get assigned a case file like yours unless you pass muster.
Red: May I ask you something with the hope that you wonāt take offense?
Ressler: You already know itās 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 itās 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. Itās the core of your business. Information. Misinformation. I donāt know how you did it, Reddington. Forsaking the flag, abandoning your country.
Red: We become who we are. We canāt judge a book by its cover But you can by its first few chapters and, most certainly, by its last.ā¤
Ressler: So, whatās 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: Weāre 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 ā¦ I want another meal in Paris at LāAmbroisie 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.ā¤ Give me that. Just one time. Thatās why I wonāt 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 isnāt about what I want, Assistant Director Cooper. No. What Iāve wanted, Iāve simply taken. This is about what I need. And what I need is access to that box.
Cooper: Then letās start with what I need, which is all of my people released right now.
Garrick: Youāre 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 youāre not getting Reddington.
Garrick: No. Iām 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 weāre 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 someoneās 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 Iām not outsmarting you. We know how frequently thatās 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 Quanticoās 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 Cooperās head all over that wall? How many people are going to die here today, Reddington?
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Ressler: Whatās 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. Iām gonna have to cut open your leg to get at the artery and then sprinkle some combustible compound on it ā and ignite it.
Ressler: Mm, mnhāmnh. Mnhāmnh.
Red: Donald, if you donāt 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 donāt let go. Iām gonna cut as fast as I can, but I canāt 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 wonāt be anywhere near full strength.
Liz: Cellular?
Aram: You might have one bar.
Liz: Itās 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 ]
ā 10, 9 ā
Red: Harold! Open the box now!
ā 8 ā
Red: Give him the code!
Cooper: No.
ā 7 ā
Red: Anslo, my people can help you.
ā 6 ā
Red: Cooper can get you in here.
ā 5 ā
Red: Put that gun to his head.
ā 4, 3 ā
Red: For once in your life, stop and think
ā 2,1.
[ Garrick shoots Luli š„ ]
[ Garrickās man who Liz knocked out earlier sneaks up behind her. She turns around and he knocks her out ]
Garrickās man: Hello, love.
[ He calls it in ]
Garrickās man: Threat is down. Repeat, the threat is down.
[ Dembe is brought in next ]
Anslo: Red, I donāt have to explain what happens now, do I? Down. Would you prefer that I did the countdown? Because I wasnāt 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. Iāll give you anything.
Garrick: Stay on your knees. Stay on your knees. Stay on your knees. Well, Iām gonna kill him now, arenāt I, Red?
Red: Open the box!
To be continued ā¦
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š“ 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
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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 ā and not by Garrick.
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Previously on The Blacklist
Cooper: We have credible intelligence that youāre being targeted.
Red: Anslo Garrick got you to bring me here so that he could attack this facility.
Ressler: Youāre 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 Resslerās in bad shape.
Liz: Weāre gonna go find those jammers.
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Red: Wait!
Garrick: Red, I donāt have to explain what happens now, do I? You open the box, or Dembe dies.
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[ Aramās handheld says āSystem boot completeā ]
Aram: Come on. ā¦ Yes. North Arlington Furniture Warehouse.
[ Operator: ]Can I help you?
Aram: Uh ā Hatchling 5591.
Garrick: Stay on your knees.
[ Dembe and Red pray together in Dembeās language ]
[ Aram walks to where he thinks Liz is, talking ]
Aram: I got the signal out, but I need a dispatch co- [ Sees Garrickās man, points pistol at him ] Dispatch code Cavalryās on their way. Youāre about to get your ass kicked off the planet, pal.
Garrickās man: Want to bet I can drop you before you can get one shot off with that pistol?
Garrick: Well, Iām gonna kill him now, arenāt 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 Aramās gun.
Garrick: Go!
[ Garrickās 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 Harrickās men: Hold it!
[ Garrickās men lead in Liz and Aram. Garrick notices Redās expression ]
Garrick: Well, who might this be? Someone you know, Red?
Liz: Please.
Red: Ressler! [ Slaps him. No response. Squeezes his wound ] ā
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 ā !
Red: Tell me the code now.
Cooper: Do not give him the code, Agent Ressler! Thatās an order!
Garrick: Oh, come on!
Garrickās 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.
[ Lizās cell rings ]
Tom: Lizzie. Hey, whatās going on?
Garrick: Lizzie isnāt available right now. May I ask whoās calling?
Tom: This is her husband. Who the hell is this?
Garrick: Iām the guy thatās gonna put a bullet in your wifeās head. Hi.
Tom: Who is this? Put my wife on the phone.
Garrick: Itās for you.
Liz: Tom!
Tom: Liz, are you okay? Whatās going on? Are you safe?
Liz: Tom, listen to me! Call the FBI!
āā
[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 Resslerās head ]
Red: Circumstances have changed, Donald. If you canāt save her, youāre 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: RāOāMāEāO 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: Thereās enough blood on the floor. Itās 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 doesnāt do anything for you, Anslo. Sheās dead weight.
Garrick: Do I look like I care what you say, Red?
Garrickās man: Everyone get down now.
Cooper: [ Goes up to him ] Coward.
Garrickās man: Knees. [ They go to their knees, all except Cooper. ]
[ Garrickās man takes aim at Cooper ]
[ Ressler shoots down Garrickās man ]
Cooper: Secure the area and contact headquarters! Donāt move.
[ Dembe runs in pursuit of Red ]
Cooper: Weāre getting help. Iām gonna get you out of here. I need a phone!
Garrick: I have to admit, Red, I was starting to think youād never come out of the box. But then her. She was unexpected. Old boyās still got the touch, does he? Well, whatever blows up your skirt.ā¤
[ 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: Iām Assistant Director Harold Cooper! Help these people get to the Washington Hospital Centerās trauma unit.
[ In moving van marked Ambulance, a tech is performing a procedure to remove the tracking chip from Redās 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 ā Are you with Mr. Reddington?
Liz: Iām in pursuit, but Iāve lost visual! Iām headed west on Constitution.
Aram: Do you have a location?
Liz: Theyāre trying to pull his chip.
Garrick. Hurry the hell up! Close to the drop point! ā 30 seconds! ā
Tech: Iām 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, youāre close. He just turned south on 7th. Okay, the signal has stopped moving. Heās right there. Heās in the street.
Liz: Yeah, this is the right location.
Aram: Agent Keen, did you find him?
Liz: No, heās 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 Reddingtonās. 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 canāt ā
Aram: Weāre done. Iām done.
Liz: Listen to me ā Redās alive.
Aram: Liz, this is out of my hands. Okay, assuming ā
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 Resslerās doing?
Liz: Heās in surgery. Theyāre hoping they can save his leg. Aram ā we got to keep this between us. We donāt know who we can trust.
Aram: Yeah.
Liz: Emissary Hotel.
[ Operator ] How may I direct your call? Yes?
Liz: Hi. Mr. Kaplan, please.
[ Operator ] Heās not available. Can you be reached at this number?
Liz: This ā ? 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.ā¤ Red Reddington placing somebody elseās 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 thatās all I was allowed, a taste.
Red: Youāre greedy, Anslo. You went behind my back, made deals you knew I wouldnāt approve. What did you expect?
I suppose I expected something better than a bullet in the face, Red.
Tom: Are you okay?
Liz: Yeah, Iā
Tom: I didnāt know what was happening.
Liz: I know.
Tom: Whoā Whoā Who was that man on the phone? Itās nothing. What happened to your face?
Liz: Iām 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: Donāt.
[ Lizās cell rings ]
Tom: Listen to me. Donāt answer it. All right? Look at me. We can go.
Liz: Go?
Tom: Anywhere. Nebraska. We talked about moving there someday, at your dadās 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, Iāll look through them right now.
Aram: Donāt bother. Red wasnāt 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 ā 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 ā
Liz: Aram, the lead?
Aram: Right. I found a pattern in the transmissions ā 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 ] Iāll call you right back.
Garrick: As with everything involving you, things are more complicated than they may appear. If I could, Iād end this right now, give you the horrifying death that you so deserve.
Red: Then do it.
Garrick: Yeah. When itās time. You see, sadly, this isnāt 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 doesnāt 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 heās 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 ā 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 manās gun. Liz gets it and shoots him two times. He lies motionless. Liz gets her phone and dials Cooperās 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 Lizās. 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? Youāre Mr. Kaplan?
Mr Kaplan: Who else knows youāre here?
Liz: Nobody.
Mr Kaplan: Have you phoned anyone?
Liz: No.
Mr Kaplan: Who is he?
Liz: I donāt know. Every time Reddington came to the post office, a call was made to this address, I assume to him.
Mr Kaplan: Heās 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: Iāll handle the body.
Liz: āHandleā?
Mr Kaplan: We need the bullets. We canāt have ballistics traced to your weapon.
Liz: Okay, wait. I canāt do this. Iām a federal agent.
Mr Kaplan: I have two directives ā 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: Weāre already 12 cc over the max.
Garrick: Then why isnāt it working?!
Doctor: Heās resisting somehow. I can stick him again, but if his heart goes into vāfib, 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 heās been there before.
Kaplan: You have six addresses. Five are centrally located ā A motel, a church, two gas stations, and a restaurant in Alexandria. But this? This is something.
Liz: Why?
Kaplan: Itās an industrial neighborhood, remote. The kind of place Iād find for Mr. Reddington if I didnāt 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 ā Redās men ā 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 weāre ready here.
Garrick: About bloody time. [ Garrick hits Red yet again. He hangs limply, feet not reaching floor ]
Guard: Weāve got company.
[ Gunfight at warehouse ends ]
Redās man: What the hell is this place?
Redās man: [ To Mr Kaplan ] Heās not here.
Alan Fitch: How are we?
Garrick: Heās ready for you, sir.
Fitch: Ray. Itās been, what ā 20 years?
[ Red recognizes Fitch ]
[ At warehouse ]
Cooper: Tell me, Agent Keen, which part of āstand downā was unclear to you?
Liz: This wasnāt my operation. Fowler may have shut us down, but did you really think Reddingtonās people werenāt gonna try to find him themselves?
Cooper: They did this without your involvement?
Liz: The only reason youāre 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 doesnāt concern you?
Cooper: I lost a dozen people today, Keen! That isnāt on you. Itās on me. No one wants the men who did this more than I do. But riding shotgun on an unsanctioned massacre isnāt the way to get it done.
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Aram: Excuse me, Director Cooper?
Cooper: What is it?
Aram: Thereās something you need to see.
Fowler: I thought I was clear This task force is done.
Cooper: I think youāll reconsider.
Fowler: Why in Godās name would I do that?
Cooper: Because this isnāt 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. Theyāve been watching this task force for months. Phone taps, communications logs. Weāre not sure to what extent. We were able to recover very little. The equipment and data were rigged to self-destruct.
Fowler: I donāt understand. How is this even possible?
Cooper: Something else you should know. Theyāve been watching you, too.
Fitch: All right, thatās enough. Let him down. Come on. Get him a chair.
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Fitch: I donāt understand, Ray. None of this had to happen. I thought we had an arrangement.
Red: We do.
Fitch: Eh, I donāt know. The people I represent, theyāre theyāre nervous. We donāt know what to think. We couldāve killed you. I donāt mean today. I mean any day. I mean every day for the past two decades. But we donāt. We know what you have, Ray. And we know whatāll happen to it if you turn up dead. So we do nothing. We let you live. And in exchange, weā we trust that our secret remains secret.
Red: Nothing has changed.
Fitch: Oh, no. Iād say everythingās changed. Everything changed the minute you surrendered to the FBI. Did you think we wouldnāt 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 Iāve always liked you, Ray. Youāre a pain in my neck, but I like you. Just know this. You were walking in the park this morning. We couldāve taken you then. Instead, we dragged you from the safety and security of the bed youāre now sharing with new friends. Why would we do a thing like that? To make it abundantly clear, thereās nowhere you can go. Thereās no one you can trust to keep you from us.
Meera: Hmm? You were there? When Reddingtonās 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. Whatās all this?
Meera: A waste of time. By Cooperās 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 interāagency cooperation.
Liz: You really think that Garrick had someone on the inside?
Meera: Itās 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 arenāt blacked out are sites that are no longer in use.
Liz: Is that a church?
Meera: Well, thatās the cover story.
Liz: Iām gonna need satellite access to this address.
Meera: Why?
Liz: Because I think this might be where theyāre 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 ā A decommissioned black site.
Cooper: A black site? You think thatās where theyāre holding Reddington?
Liz: It makes sense. Itās the last place we would think of. And if he knew about this site, heād know about others.
Cooper: What about it, Diane? I need an answer. Are we shut down or not?
Garrick: You should go, sir. Iāll 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 donāt know is whether heās telling the truth. If you kill him, it could trigger whatever he has in place.
Garrick: With all due respect, sir, thatās not my problem.
Fitch: Excuse me?
Garrick: I lost a lot of men today. Couple of good ones. You had your talk. Now itās 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 wonāt let you finish it.
Garrick: Thatās 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 Iām 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 Redās face ]
Garrick: Youāre not actually feeling something, are you, Red?
[ Lightning fast, Red slams Garrickās head, then grabs and holds him ]
[ Red looks coldly into Garrickās terrified face for several seconds ]
Garrick: Augh!
[ Garrick stiffens, then goes limp. Red lets Garrickās body fall to the floor ā after pulling a bloodied surgical scissors out of Garrickās back ]
Red: Regret.
[ A team of armed commandos, followed by Meera, Liz and Cooper, arrive to find Garrickās lifeless body ]
Liz: He was here.
Tom: In what world is any of this okay? The fact that you donāt see that, that this is somehow normal to you ā
Liz: Iām sorry.
Tom: A man told me that he was gonna kill you. Iāve been attacked, Iāve been accused of murder, and now people are watching us. Apparently, there are cameras in our bedroom.
Liz: Theyāre 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, Resslerās former fiancĆ©e, 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 Iām fine. They called you?
Audrey: Bureau did. I guess Iām still on as your ānext of kin.ā
Ressler: Right. Your nameās still on that list. I meant to take it off. Iāve just been so busy, I ā
Audrey: No, no, no. Itās okay. I get it. So, youāre okay?
Ressler: Youāre engaged?
Audrey: Itās crazy, right?
Ressler: Tell me heās fat and unemployed.
Audrey: Heās fat and unemployed.
Ressler: Mind staying for a few minutes?
Cooper: He was there. Lab tests confirm the blood was Reddingtonās.ā¤
Fowler: Which means?
Cooper: As far as we can tell, he killed his captor and escaped.
Fowler: Then why arenāt you out hunting him down?
Cooper: Iām sorry? I thought we were in the ācover our assesā business, in containment mode.
Fowler: That ship has sailed, Harold. Someone is surveilling us, and we donāt know who. Reddington does.
Cooper: You donāt know that.
Fowler: We have a mole. That mole leaked intel leading to the abduction and torture of Reddington. Itās a simple math problem, Harold. Whoever is after Reddington is after us, and that means, as far as Iām concerned, that Reddington still has real value. The unit has a new focus ā Finding him. As of this moment, the only target on the blacklist is Raymond Reddington.
āŖ Canāt know whatās high
āTil youāve been down so low
The futureās bright,
Lit up with nowhere to go,
To and fro the pendulum throwsāŖ We are here and then we go
My shadow left me long ago
[ Lizās cell rings ]
Liz: Hello?
Red: Lizzie. Red.
Liz: Where are you?
Red: Gone for a short while.
Liz: Dembeās looking for you. He says itās urgent.
Red: Dembe will have to wait. Lizzie I want you to know, wherever I am, whatever Iām doing, if you are in need, I will be there.
Liz: The task force, Cooper ā Theyāre searching for you. What should I tell them?
Red: I have to go.
Liz: Wait. One question, please. Itās about my father. Growing up, Sam, ā He raised me like his own. He was my whole world. But he wasnāt my father.
Red: What is the question, Lizzie?
āŖ Iām in the fire but Iām still cold ā¦
Liz: Are you my father?ā¤
Red: [ Long pause ] No.
āŖ Nothing works works for me anymore
Ah ah ah ah ah ā¦
Red: Lizzie be careful of your husband.
āŖ 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 ā¦
ā« Pendulum
By PearljamCanāt know whatās high
āTil youāve been down so low
The futureās bright,
Lit up with nowhere to go,
To and fro the pendulum throwsWe are here and then we go
My shadow left me long agoUnderstand what we donāt know
This might pass
This might last
This may grow
Easy come and easy go
Easy left me a long time agoIām in the fire but Iām still cold
Nothing works works for me anymoreAh ah ah ah ah
To and fro the pendulum throws
To and fro the pendulum throwsTo and fro
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š“ Episode 1:11 Good Samaritan Killer
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š“ 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 āThe Mole Hunt: Aramā 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
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Episode 1:11 The Good Samaritan Killer
Blurb: Domestic abuse spurs deadly retaliation as one victim aims to even the score. Plus, Redās rampage of revenge ( to ā« Johnny Cash ā« ) and his hunt for the mole.
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Previously on The Blacklist
We have credible intelligence that youāre 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?
āā
Wait.
No. Give me that damned chip!
āā
You obviously have a mole.
āā
What have you told, Ray?
Red: Nothing.
Then what the hell are you doing here?
āā
Iām gonna need satellite access to this address. Because I think this might be where theyāre holding Reddington.
āā
Thereās no one you can trust to keep you from us.
āā
You had your talk. Now itās my turn.
I can kill Lizzie.
āā
We lost Reddington.
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Woman, to son: So, dadās gonna pick you up after the party and take you to hockey. Heās got your equipment in the car, so Michael. Michael, are you listening?
Michael: Yes.
Woman: Hockey. Dad has the equipment. Two slices of pizza. Thatās the limit.
Michael: Okay. Can I go?
Woman: Yes.
Michael: Okay.
āā
Man: āLord Of The Flies.ā Punch?
Woman: Excuse me?
Man: Would you like some punch? Strawberry, I think. James. Iām Baxterās uncle.
Karen: Oh. Sorry. Karen.
James: Crazy, right? All that energy. Theyāre like puppies.
Karen: With laundry.
James: Right. Would you like a slice of cake?
Karen: Iām actually late to pick up my other puppy from piano, so ā 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. Wāwāwhatās 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, thereās going to be a sharp pain ā
Karen: No.
James: ā followed by an involuntary cough causing a shortness of breath.
Karen: Please, please. I donāt even know ā
James: Once the lung fills with blood ā
Karen: No.
James Weāre going to move along the collarbone ā more specifically the medial end of the left clavicle. It will cause severe pain.
Karen: No.
James: Well, letās get started.
Karen: No.
911 Operator: Whatās your emergency?
James: Iāve done it again.
911 Operator: Sir? Sir? Hello? Is anyone there?
Tom: Hey. You know thereās 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 theyāre 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. Thereās an FBI field office. I just want to be a normal, boring couple ā 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. Youāre leaving?
Tom: Well, the interviewās tomorrow, so Iām flying out this afternoon.
Liz: We need to talk about us, but ā [Phone call] My God.
Tom; What is it?
Cooper: Youāre positive itās 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: Thatās why theyāre requesting a liaison. Our only job right now is finding Raymond Reddington.
Liz: This case is important to me. Itās personal. If itās personal to me, itās 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 ā 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.
āā
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.
āā
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 heās human?
āā
OPR: Iāll ask again.
Meera: Letās just assume Iām your mole. Do you really believe a little chitchat here is gonna get you anywhere?
OPR: Youāre suggesting ā
Meera: ā Controlled fear, hypothermia, sleep deprivation. Do the words āAdvanced interrogationā not mean anything to you?
āā
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: Sheās a suspect, Harold. They all are.
Cooper: Yes. And weāre turning their lives inside out. Every bank loan, ATM withdrawal ā
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 canāt even account for all the victims. Security cameras knocked out ā You lost a body. How is that even possible?
Cooper: We donāt know. We think Reddington had something to do with it.
Ressler: Tell me, our guy ā 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 heās 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. Thatās why the papers call him The Good Samaritan.
Brodine: Whatās happened? Are you sure itās my wife?
Liz: Thatās what we need you to confirm for us, sir. Iām sorry.
Ressler: Whatās your boyās name?
Brodine: Michael.
Ressler: Why donāt you take Mr. Brodine inside here? And Iāll hang out with Michael. If thatās okay with you.
Brodine: Yeah.
Ressler: How are you doing? My nameās Don.
Michael: My dad in trouble?
Ressler: I donāt know.
Michael: He steal a car?
Ressler: No.
Michael: Did he rob a bank? Heās a bookie.
Ressler: What happened to your leg?
Michael: Oh, I tripped playing soccer. I broke my collarbone.
Ressler: Ooh! Bet that hurt.
Michael: Whenās my dad coming back?
[ Luliās body lies in a coffin ]
Red: Arrange transport of her ashes personally. I want it done properly.
[ ā« ] āAnd I heard, as it were,
the noise of thunder one of the four beasts saying, ā
Come and see. āand I saw,
and behold a white horse.ā
[ 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 ā the man with the apple.
āā
Man: I donāt know. We never met before the job. I swear. I didnāt 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.
āā
Paramedic: Iāve never worked with any of these people before. I was told to be on standby for a 48āhour 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 didnāt even know where we were going.
āā
Red: So, you had no knowledge of either the location or a target?
Doctor: No. Iām surprised it was you. I was just hired to supply the injections and monitor your vital signs.
āā
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. Iāve told you everything, I promise.
Red: I know you have. You have such a pretty face. And a paramedic. What a shame.
āAnd 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 himā
[ Corpses of the Man and the Paramedic are shown ]
[ Liz comes home, finds note from Tom: āā¦ Weāll figure it all outā ]
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: Theyāre going to find you.
Red: This oneās important to you, isnāt 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 ā she died in my arms. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
Red: You missed something, didnāt you?
Liz: Serial killers escalate. This one doesnāt. The victims and methods vary. I could never see the pattern the profile. Still canāt.
Red: I donāt know about serial killers, but I do know about torture, and there is no oneāsizeāfitsāall. If you really want to hurt someone, you need to tailor your attack specifically to that person. Perhaps the killerās 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 Iāve got something.
āā
Ressler: Youāve spoken with Reddington.
Liz: Yes. He called.
Meera: He called when? Did you tell Cooper?
Liz: Not yet. We talked about the case.
Ressler: Weāre all under suspicion here. He called, and you didnāt report it?
Liz: I will, but something he said about the case ā Weāve been focused on the killer. We should be focused on the victims. The most recent victimās 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 ā broken ribs, collapsed lung, blunt trauma to the liver and kidneys. The boy was abused. These are the autopsy xārays 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. āā Youāve been officially cleared.
Meera: That took long enough.
Cooper: We still have some doubts about the others. Weāve been monitoring a variety of offshore accounts linked to Garrickās team. Contact the banks. Subpoena them if necessary. I want to know whose name is on what account and where that money came from. Iām counting on your discretion.
Meera: I think you should know Reddington reached out to Agent Keen.
Cooper: And said what exactly?
Meera: She wonāt say.
[ Red enters bar or nightclub, takes out three or four guys in š„blaze of gunfireš„ 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. Weāre gonna talk, all right.
[ Red pours glugs from a bottle of gin or vodka on Fyodorās wound, takes a swig from the bottle ]
Red: Honestly, I donāt understand you, Fyodor. With all the business you do, and youāre still funneling the money through your nightclubs, paying contracts in 5s and 10s ācause youāre too cheap to pay the commission for clean cash. Anyway, I get sidetracked. Iāve come for your banker. Who is the banker?
Fyodor: I canāt ā [ Red splashes the vodka in Fyodorās 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, batāfaced 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 Garrickās. 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 thatās all I know!
Red: Thank you.
Fyodor: Okay. So ā so thatās it? Weāre finished?
Red: Yes, weāre finished.
[ Red dumps the rest of the very large bottle of vodka or gin over Fyodorās head then puts the burning cigar in Fyodorās 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 donāt like to talk about that.
Ressler: I know, Mike. I know. We really need to, okay?
Brodine: Hey. Youāre 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. Thatās all Iām supposed to say.
Ressler: Who told you to say that?
Brodine:: Itās okay, Michael. Tell him what you told me. No oneās gonna hurt you anymore.
Michael: My mom.
Meera: Michaelās 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 doesnāt fit. I mean, even if he wanted to hurt her for abusing their son, what about the other victims? Unless itās the same motive.
Ressler: Our unsubās somebody who targets the abusers.
Meera: Like a vigilante killer.
Ressler: Letās run background checks. We need to know what other victims have loved ones with identical injuries.
[ The man who killed Michael Brodineās 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 donāt want to leave you either. But I promise Iāll 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: Iām 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 ā¦ My wife will be down here any minute.
Red: Great. Iād love to meet the wife.
Henry: Mr. Reddington, we have a dinner engagement. Donāt you think itās best you and I make an appointment for another time?
Red: Thereās been a nasty bit of business ā blood spilled, lives lost. A modicum of torture words donāt fully describe. I know whoās responsible. I know who carried it out.
Henry: Mr. Reddington, I have no idea ā
Red: Iāve tied up all the loose ends but one. To finish the job, Iāll need all your wire and transfer records pertaining to the operation.
Henry: Mr. Reddington, I have no idea who ā
Red: Please, Henry. Stop. You were the bank. Henry. You were the bank.
Henry: This puts me in a real situation. Listen. Iāll do anything I can to help. Iāll need time to ā
Red: Youāll 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. Thatās our mole?
Meera: Well, thatās his alias. Turn the page.
[ A photo of Aram Mojtabai is on account ID record for Louis Coogsn ]
Cooper: Bring him in.
FBI: [ At Aramās home ] Clear! Clear. Heās not here.
Meera: Find him now.
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Blacklist 1:11 Mole Hunt: Aram ā Slideshow (3:15 mins)
Red: Hello, Aram.
Aram: What ā what is this? Where am I?
Red: Youāre going to do something for me. Account numbers, routing information. Youāre 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 canāt.
Red: Aram this is a Colt .45 1911. I can strip and reassemble this weapon ā in well under two minutes.
Aram: Mr. Reddington, please.
Red: Once I have it reassembled, Iām gonna reload the mag, and if at that time, your task remains incomplete, Iām gonna empty that mag into your head.
Aram: Thatās really messed up.ā¤
Red: Donāt look so stricken. The first shot will kill you.ā¤
Aram: Wait. ā¦ Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! ā¦ I did it. Itās done. Look. Itās untraceable, like you asked.
Red: How? Explain.
Aram: I used a ripple exchange to have the Fiat currency converted to eācash and then into Bitcoin. I ran the whole transaction through a randomized cryptographic extension at the protocol level, then through a twoātiered secure laundry service I know I can trust. No oneās gonna catch you. I promise.
Red: A souvenir. Youāre innocent.
Aram: I am? I mean, I am! Wait. Of what?ā¤
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: Itās an alias, for you. Someone is attempting to implicate you as a mole by creating a money trail that leads directly to you. Youāre obviously far too clever to have accepted payment that was so easily traceable.
Aram: Youāre not gonna kill me.
Red: No. Iām going to find somebody else, and Iām going to kill them.ā¤
[ Group therapy setting ]
Mr Wilkinson: I never want to hurt her. I just ā Thereās this anger that takes over. Itās like Iām someone else, you know?
Man: And we all know that powerless feeling ā
Another man: But itās our addiction to power and control that leads to domestic violence.
Victor [ The Good Samaritan Killer ]: Iād like to share something. First time here. My name is Victor.
[ Group participants: ]
ā Hello, Victor.
ā Hello, Victor.
ā 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 weāve worked out a process. Call it a home remedy that has allowed us to move forward. And now weāre closer than weāve ever been.
Victor to Mr Wilkinson: What you said in group really meant a lot to me.
Wilkinson: I understand. Iām, uh, George, by the way. [ Hold out hand. They shake ]
Victor/Samaritan: I know.
Janice: Henry? Iām so glad youāre home. We have company.
Red: You never told me you rowed crew for Dartmouth. Donāt worry, Henry. I havenāt told her all our war stories. Well, a few. You have a lovely wife. Weāve been getting to know each other. Come here, you old such and such. [ Big hug. Whispers in his ear: ] I know what youāve done.
Janice: I invited Bernard to stay for dinner. I have a Stroganoff on the burner.
Red: I hope you donāt mind if I stay. I do love Stroganoff.
Henry: Let me wash up. [ Leaves ]
Red: [ To Janice ] Youāre fun.
āā
Henry: [ On phone ] Heās here. No! Here in my house. Wait. Iām gonna call the police. Just get somebody here. Get a car here as soon as you can.
āā
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: Whatās he talking about?
Henry: Janice, shh. You should never have come here into my home. Theyāre 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 ā
[ Red shoots him in the knee ]
Janice: God! What on Earth?! ā
Red: Who else got paid?
Janice: Henry! You monster! What have you done?!
Red: Please, Janice. Stop with the yelling. Itās just a flesh wound.
Janice: He shot you!
Red: The next bullet goes in your stomach if you donāt start talking. I want a name.
Janice: I have to call an ambulance. He needs a doctor!
Red: Janice, if you donāt stop, ā Iām gonna put you in the closet.
Henry: Red, please. I need to call Dr. Wright. He will come to the house!
No doctor ā 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 donāt stop your yammering, Iām gonna have to shoot through this door, which will be a shame, because I wonāt have any idea what Iām shooting at. Give me a name, Henry, or Iām 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. [Redās assistant]
Red: Janice, my sincerest apologies. Iāll 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 motherās wheelchair around the house to the large outbuilding in the back ] I know what youāre thinking. Donāt worry. Weāll be done in time for supper. āā 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 Samaritanās victims had a family member with identical injuries ā fractured skulls, broken bones, torn retinas. All of them either the victimās 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. Thereās nothing that ties them together.
Liz: Yes, there is. Nurse Karl Hoffman. [ AKA āVictorā] He was on call every time one of the family members was brought into the ER. Heās a locum tenens. He fills in for shortāstaffed hospitals, like a substitute teacher.
Ressler: Weāre getting warrants for his home address and the last hospital he reported to.
Cooper: Good. Get moving.
[ At hospital: ]
Liz: Hoffmanās 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 heās already identified his next victim?
Liz: I sure as hell hope not.
āā
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, thereās only one patient that fit that description ā 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 ā and not just hurt, but torture repeatedly. But then, one day, I realized she wasnāt 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 thatās what youāre doing here today, George. And thatās what mother is here today for, too ā 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: Iām aware of your visit to the ER. Youāve been interviewed by a caseworker in the past.
Mrs Wilkinson: Weāve had some problems. Every marriage does. But heās getting help. Heās 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. āā Heās taking back control in the place where it was taken away from him ā his childhood home.
Hoffman/Samaritan: Okay. Letās see. Whatās 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 wonāt do, ācause 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: Whatās 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. Iām afraid weāve run out of time, mother. Weāre 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 isnāt gonna solve anything.
Hoffman/Samaritan: Tell that to his wife. We donāt have the luxury of your simple morality. Talk to me when youāve been a victim.
Liz: Drop the hammer! One more body isnāt gonna make a difference.
Hoffman/Samaritan: I think it will especially if itās the right body. [ He is aboit to attack his mother with the hammer when Liz shoots him ]
Mrs. Wilkinson: Agent Keen.
Liz: Mrs. Wilkinson, Iām 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 Melissaās cooperation, I donāt know what will stick. What I do know is this ā 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. Heās unarmed.
Cooper: Before I call OPR, letās hear it.
Aram: Itās from Mr. Reddington. Itās evidence.
Cooper: Reddington reached out to you?
Aram: Well, yes. Heā Uh, yes. Uh, we had a chat ā 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 Luliās ashes into the water below, then turns his attention to Newton Phillips ]
Red: Newton.
Newton: So itās finished?
Red: If you had come to me, I could have helped you. We could have avoided all of this. But now we canāt.
Newton: They threatened my family.
Red: Of course they did. Newton, Iāll 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 havenāt 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 ā
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, thatās too bad, because Iām 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? Scoutās 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 wasnāt.
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 donāt want to fight, Tom. Letās just talk.
[ Itās not Tom. Itās Red ]
Red: Tomās at the airport.
Liz: What the hell are you doing here?
Red: How did things go with your case? Congratulations. Iām proud of you.
Liz: Does this mean youāre back?
Red: I donāt 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, weāre 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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ā« āThe Man Comes Aroundā
By Johnny CashāŖ And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: āCome and see.ā And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.āŖ Thereās a man goinā āround takinā names.
Anā he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody wonāt be treated all the same.
Thereāll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.āŖ 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 potterās ground.
When the man comes around.āŖ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singinā.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callinā, voices cryinā.
Some are born anā some are dyinā.
Itās Alphaās and Omegaās Kingdom come.āŖ And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
Itās hard for thee to kick against the pricks.āŖ 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 theyāll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.āŖ 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.āŖ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singinā.
Multitudes are marchinā to the big kettle drum.
Voices callinā, voices cryinā.
Some are born anā some are dyinā.
Itās Alphaās and Omegaās Kingdom come.āŖ And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
Itās hard for thee to kick against the pricks.āŖ In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.āŖ 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
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ā« Line of Fire
By JunipāŖ What would you do
if it all came back to you?
Each crest of each wave
bright as lightning.āŖ What would you say
if you had to leave today?
leave everything behind
even though for once, youāre shining.āŖ Standing on higher ground
when you hear the sounds
you realize itās just the wind.
And you notice it matters
who and what you let under your skin.āŖ Put to the test
would you step back from the line of fire?
Hold everything back
all emotions set aside it.āŖ 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.āŖ No one else around you
no one to understand you
no one to hear your calls.
Look through all your dark corners
youāre backed up against the wall
step back from the line of fire.āŖ 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.āŖ I do the same as you,
āŖ Do the same as you
do the same as you do
What you choose to believe in
takes you much too farāŖ No one else around you
no one to understand you
no one to hear your calls.
Look through all your dark corners
youāre backed up against the wall
Step back from the line of fire ā¦āŖ Step back
Step back
Step backLyrics and Credits: http://bit.ly/1Pw1Pxb
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š“ Episode 1:12 The Alchemist
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š“ Episode 1:12 The Alchemist
First aired: 1/20/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1USC5Or
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1K5zM7q
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Anthony Sparks
Directed by: Vince Misiano
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Episode 1:12 The Alchemist
Blurb: The Alchemist is a ālab ratā who works with a palette of techniques to āturn one person into anotherā as far as evidence discovery is concerned. Plus, who is Jolene Parker?
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Previously on The Blacklist
I just want to be a normal, boring couple.
āā
I applied for a job in Lincoln.
Youāre leaving?
Well, the interviewās tomorrow. Iām 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 ā
āāāāāāā
Red: ā Thereās someone I think you should find. Heās a man who protects the guilty by preying on the innocent. Heās killed women, children, infants if need beā whatever the particular job calls for. I bring this to your attention because Iāve learned that heās been contracted to protect Pytor Madrczyk and his wife.
Liz: The mob informant?
Red: The same.
Liz: And this blacklister ā does he have a name?
Red: They call him the Alchemist.
[ Dreamy, drugged, voices echoing. Man and woman kissing ]
Woman: Whoa.
āŖ what you got going on?
Man: You okay?
Woman: Iām fine.āŖ behind those eyes closed holding on
Oh. I donāt want anotherWoman: Whatās going on?
Man: I donāt know.āŖ 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! ā Pytor, where am I?!
Man: Huh? Where am I?!
Woman: Whatās going on?! Where are you taking me?!
Man: I donāt know what youāre talking about. Ow. My teeth. Are we on a plane?
Woman: Yes, weāre on a plane!
Man: What the ā
[ Stewardess is lying face-down on the floor ]
woman: Pytor, is she okay? Is she dead?!
Man: Why are you calling me āPytorā?!
Woman: Your passport!
Man: I donāt have a passport! I donāt like to fly! I donāt 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! [ š„Crash!š„]
Meera: The victims of the plane crash were identified as Pytor and Catherine Madrczyk ā ex-Serbian mob, turned informants. Reddington said these people were gonna disappear. Now theyāre burned beyond recognition.
Cooper: Whatās his explanation?
Liz: He hasnāt given me one, sir.
Cooper: So call him. Get him in here.
Liz: Heāll only meet offāsite. He doesnāt think the mole hunt ends with Newton Phillips. Reddington believes thereās someone on the inside.
Cooper: Well, the DOJ disagrees. Theyāre satisfied itās over. Whoever was surveilling usā theyāre not working on this unit.
What Iām 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: Hereās where we are on your mole hunt. Yadin spent three days reviewing ātragedy textsā between government employees on and around the day the black site was breached. Weāve been sifting through phone calls, digital dataā everything.
Red: Youāre burying the lead, Borakove.
Borakove: Itās just we havenāt quite ā I mean, another week or two and ā
Red: There he is. We brought a little something for Julian ā a care package. Itās a Tibetan singing bowl. What do we have here? Some jackfruit, vitamin D, kola nuts. But weāve got to get him to eat more protein. He looks like hell. He isnāt vegan, is he? Anyway, Iāve 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: Didnāt you spend, like, four months ā in Phonthong?
Red: Seven.
Borakove: How did you survive?
Red: Naps. Occasional calisthenics. So, the defense fund ā where do we stand?
Borakove: Well, weāve put together an amazing team, ā but itās expensive.
Red: Heās been holed up at that embassy for, what, two years now? It could go on forever and cost a fortune. Iām practically bankrolling the entire defense fund as it is. For that, I need best efforts. Surely, thereās some stone youāve left unturned.
Borakove: We have a man inside a company that shreds classified documents, mostly private firms that do business with the government. Weāve got mountains of raw data. Itās just not worth the trouble.Not only is it impossible to reassemble, itās secondātier intel.
Red: Put it together.
Borakove: Youāre kidding, right?
Red: Borakove, I hate sarcasm, and I love puzzles.
[ Liz meets Red inside a synagogue. Heās wearing a yarmulke ]
Liz: I think I was followed.
Red: You were ā by my people.
Liz: Is this really necessary?
Red: Yes. Itās a sanctuary. And until the deficit in your organization is found, Iām keeping a low profile.
Liz: You were wrong about Madrczyk. You said the Alchemist was hired to protect him. Now heās dead.
Red: Pytor Madrczyk is alive.
Liz: No, heās dead.
Red: Your medical examiner has it wrong.
Liz: Itās been confirmed by the labā DNA tests. Dental prints.
Red: Yes.
Liz: Yāyou canāt change DNA.
Red: Well, the Alchemist can. Lizzie, this man is a forensic virtuoso. Heās an artist who paints in blood and saliva samples. Human tissue is his canvas. Iām not ashamed to say heās 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 youāll try the fertilized duck eggs. Itās a daring and unique dining experience. Youāll think youāve 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 ā sheās getting married. She just texted me again. Wants to meet for drinks to talk about Tassels.
Liz: Tassels? Is that her dog?
Ressler: No, itās the guy. Heās a hedgeāfund guy ā pink shirt, loafers with those tassels. Anyway, the thing is, I got to tell her Iām happy for her when Iām not. The guyās a tool.
Meera: I have eyes on him. Heās headed your way.
Liz: Any sign of the wife?
Meera: Nope.
Liz: Itās 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 claiā
Liz: Hey. Youāre home. How was the job interview?
Tom: I didnāt go. I mean, I got there, but I couldnāt. Because all I could think about was you and your dad.
Liz: My dad?
Tom: You know, just everything that youāve been through. And I realized I canāt put you in that position of choosing between your career and me.
Liz: Thank you.
Tom: Youāre welcome. But Jeni is due in six weeks, and I think sheās expecting us to take her baby. Iām expecting us to take her baby.
Liz: I think about it all the time.
Tom: Do you? āCause we never talk about it. It used to be all that mattered.
Liz: I know. I would quit my job if I could ā I know you donāt believe that.
Tom: No, no. Iām 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 didnāt, because I donāt 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, ā invite all the teachers.
Liz: Please tell me sheās not.
Tom: Weāre 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 errorā not perfect, but close enough to determine a match. Then, when they inspected the teeth themselves, they found theyād been altered.
Cooper: What do you mean, āalteredā?
Liz: His teeth had been surgically replaced, some of them filed, modified.
Cooper: Okay. Filing teeth I getā¦ Itās strange. ā¦But the DNA?
Liz: Somehow, the Alchemist got Madrczykās DNA into the body of this john doe.
[ With Red again, at the synagogue ]
Liz: How does he do it?
Red: I donāt know even half of it. Iāve heard rumorsā 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 isnāt just evidence tampering. This is genetic manipulation.
Red: Yes. Itās 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 ā an $8 billion Ponzi scheme wipes out the savings of every account holder at Chariton National. December 2011ā 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, theyāre 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 wouldnāt run tests necessary to distinguish between synthesized and natural DNA. Now that we know what weāre looking for, we pulled the boneāmarrow 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 Jenkinsā who was she online with?
Aram:We donāt know, but weāve 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. Weāre 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 plansā family, friends, anybody.
Mrs Madrczyk: I didnāt tell anybody.
Trettel: I need to know the name of your husbandās lawyer.
Mrs Madrczyk: Clark Schroeder. Why? Are you calling him? Please tell me you can fixā
[ Trettel shoots her ]
Ressler: You broke an immunity agreement, which means youāre 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 thisā itāsā itās like a checklist.
Ressler: Checklist for what?
Madrczyk: Everythingā 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: Attorneyās 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 donāt even know who you are.
Trettel: I need to know exactly what you told him.
Madrczyk: No, you donāt. All you need to know is how the hell youāre gonna get me out of here. Thatās 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 onlineādating site. Thatās 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. [ Itās Trettel. Ressler immediately turns and runs ]
Liz: Ressler.
[ Madrczyk is dead ]
Ressler: Get a medic.
Meera: We pulled the unsubās photo off a dating website and got a match from a rental-car surveillance camera. His nameās 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 DāAngelo 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 DāAngelo 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, whenās the last time you saw him?
Trettelās ex-wife: Six years ago, after the trial. Annie was only 2 when he left. Honey, why donāt you grab something to eatā some nuts in the kitchen?
Liz: Your daughterā sheās diabetic?
Mrs Trettel: Just diagnosed.
Liz: How much does she know about her father?
Mrs Trettel: You shouldnāt be here. Eric is a very dangerous man. In his head, he thinks weāre still together, a family.
Liz: So youāre saying youāve had contact with him?
Mrs Trettel: He comes here sometimes. He says he wants to help Annie and me. I say no, but he doesnāt hear it. He only becomes more determined. Thatās what he loves about science. Itās the challenge, the way it pushes back at him. Itās 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 itās her, Iād say our guy is trying to cover his tracks.
Meera: I got something. [ Itās a serial number ]
[ āRessler: [ Reads ] 261729ā ā 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, theyād digitized and analyzed ]
Borakove: We actually reached out to the Germans for help. Theyāre the ones who designed the software.
Red: Ah, the Germans. Despite the headlines, theyāre 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 puzzleā thickness of paper. Itās 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 rightā Lizzie, come look at this. The boys have come up with a remarkable little game. I really donāt 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 ā all the initials.
Liz: This is about the incursion.
āā
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 outā bank Credit Suisse Zurich. We think this is a sequence of numbers associated with a bank account, ā 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: Heās, um ā a scientist, an expert in DNA.
Red: Thatās what he does. Who is he?
Liz: Heās nobody. Heās a lab rat. [ Red nods slightly ] Heās a lab rat.
Ressler: Audrey texted me again. I mean, what? Is she trying to rub my nose in this thing? Iām 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. Trettelās 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, orā
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 theyāve 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 Iām casting. I need to put you on tape for the producers. I know itās such short notice. Iām 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, itās 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, ā aka Lucy Brooks per the ViCAP database, ā is looking through a file labeled āSubject: Tom Keen.ā It has a physical and educational profile of Tom. Some highlights:
Birthplace: Boulder Co
Birthdate: Year 1975 (or 1973 or 1978)
Wifeās Occupation: FBI
Education: Masters Degree in Education
Attachments include a surveillance report
It also includes photos and a layout of Tom and Lizās townhouse and photos of Tom. Jolene looks in the mirror and practices her greeting ]
Jolene: Iām Jolene. Nice to meet you. [ Giggles ]
āŖ doo, dooādeāoo, dooādeāoo, dooādeāooādeāoo doo,
dooādeāoo, dooādeāoo, dooādeāooādeāoo doo,
dooādeāoo, dooādeāoo, dooādeāooādeāoo,
doo say you love me ā Ah, ah! ā with a doodlinā song
B, C, D,
ooh, what you doodly do to me ā
say you love me ā
Oh. really love me say you love me true ā
I love you ā 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.
āŖ doo, dooādeāoo, dooādeāoo,
dooādeāooādeāoo, doo Oh.
Liz: Carrot.
Woman: Yay! Oh, Iām so jealous of you right now. I took 12 weeks with Eddie. It was just magical.
Tom: Actually, uh, Liz isnāt taking maternity.
Woman: Why not?
Liz: I just canāt take time off my work right now.
Tom. Iām still trying to convince her.
Woman: Well, studies show those first six months between mother and child are critical to the babyās development.
Tom: Thatās what I keep telling her. But, uh, weāre figuring it out.
Woman: Whatās 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: Iām not asking you to be Holly Homemaker, Liz! Itās 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: Iāve taken time, Liz. You sound so selfish right now.
[ Jolene suddenly comes out of bathroom ]
Jolene: Okay! Uh Soā so, hereās the thingā IāI was not digging through your medicine cabinet. I was waiting for you guys to finish arguing, but it just sort ofā it just got kind of weird for me. And Iām also mildly claustrophobic. Hi. Iām Jolene.
Liz: Liz.
Tom: Um, sorry. Tom. Youāre subbing for Mr. Sinnard, right?
Jolene: Yes. Yes, sir. Yep.
Liz: Iām sorry you had to hear all that.
Jolene: Ah, please. That was nothing.
[ Liz takes a call from work ]
Liz: Keen. Uh, yeah. Iāll be right there. [ Liz leaves ]
Jolene: āSelfish.ā Bad move. Youāre 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: Donāt worry. This will all be over very, very soon.
[ Later and Liz and Tomās place ]
Jolene: Any word from, uh, Liz? I told you āselfishā was a bad idea. Now youāre the bad guy.
Tom: Look, itās not as bad as it sounds, all right? Sheās 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, yāyou got to show her a good time.
Tom: I donāt think I asked for your advice.
Jolene: Okay, smartass. Whatās 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? Thereās this amazing photography exhibit tomorrow night. You guys should come.
Tom: Umā photography exhibitsā not really me and Liz.
Jolene: Okay, she seduces married men, sleeps with them, and then takes a photo midāact.
Tom; Wait. You know what? Iāve heard of this woman.
Jolene: Yeah.
Tom: In fact, IāI have a friend, and she took his photo.
Jolene: You know one of her subjects?
Tom: No! Are you crazy?! ā
Jolene: Oh, my God.
Tom: What kind of woman does this, anyways ā going around, photographing herself having sex with random strangers? What is that?
Jolene: Actually, itās my show.
Tom: No, itās not.
Jolene: Yeah. It is.
Tom: Really?
Jolene. Itās cool.
Tom: Oh, Iāmā Iām sorry. I, uh No, IāI really like photography. I didnāt know you were an artist.
Jolene: Iām kidding. Oh, my ā You really think Iād go around, sleeping with married men? Iām a substitute teacher.
Meera: Your hunch about the numbers was right. It wasnāt an account. We checked one of the companies that produced that particular paper stock and found a company that produces medical equipment. Itās a serial number for a centrifuge purchased around the same time Madrczyk hired Trettel.
Cooper: Were you able to trace the sale? It was corporateā an LLC called Med Tech Horizons. They specialize in DNAāsequencing research.
Cooper: Time to pay a visit.
[ FBI enters Trettelās lab ]
Meera: Hey. Take a look at this.
Ressler: Two more rooms in the back. Everythingās packed up.
Liz: He knows weāre onto him.
Ressler: Thatās why he took the risk of coming into the field office. Got Madrczyk, his wifeā The guyās killing everybody that might lead us to him.
Liz: Oh, my God. His family.
[ At Trettelās ex-wife and daughterās home ]
Police: Two victims. Gunshots at close range. Itās not pretty.
Ressler: [ On phone ] Malik, weāre too late. Molly and Annie Trettel are dead.
Tom: [ On phone ] Hey! Iām sorry I missed you this morning.
Liz: No, Iām sorry. IāI got in late last night. I didnāt want to wake you. Look, about last nightā I totally overreacted. I get that you donāt understand my decision, and I know thatās hard. We should talk about that. I want to hear what you have to say. Letās carve out some time just for us tonight.
Tom: Yeahā uh, actually, one of the teachers mentioned this, uh, photography exhibit.
Liz: What if I countered with dinner at home? Iāll cook.
Tom: Why would you want to punish me twice?
Liz: Okay, compromiseā you cook. Iāll 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 Trettelās labā where are we on the data recovery?
Aram: We had a few corrupted sectors, but I found something interestingā DNA panelsā several, actually. We had already identified Sarah Jenkins as the woman who died on that plane, but I think now weāve also got the name of Madrczykās stand-in, as well as the pilots.
Liz: There are multiple case files hereā photos of the victims while they were sedated, genetic breakdowns, medical and dental recordsā probably all from old clients.
Ressler: How many more did you find?
Aram: A dozen or so. But Iām sure more will turn up by the time Iāve reconstructed the whole drive.
Ressler: What is it?
Liz: Molly and Annie Trettel are alive. The victims at the Trettel houseā I want autopsies done immediately. Iām not interested in cause of death. I want bone marrow drawn, tissue samples pulled.
Ressler: And if it isnāt 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 āMeera Malikā is clear ]
Red: Attractive but treacherous.
Dembe: Itās Agent Keen.
Red: Excellent. Print me a copy.
Red: Just out of curiosity, ā what number am I on your speed dial?
Liz: Seven.
Red: Whoās 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 wifeās houseā a woman and a girlā doubles for his family. Trettelā heās a cipher, closed off from the world, shut away in his lab. But now heās on the run. He must be leaving some kind of trailā bank records, uh, wiring money to his new identity.
Red: You donāt have time for that. Go back to the wife and daughter. Heās not alone anymore. You have to look to their lives in order to find him. Theyāre the ones that matter. They are his vulnerability.
Liz: The wifeā sheās a nurse, single mom. The daughterā sheās 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? ā
Aram: Some new medical devices operate using radio frequencies If I could ping a signal, I may be able to access it, ā and we could ā
Liz: Locate her using the insulin pump.
Meera: Annie Trettelās 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.
[ Trettelās ex-wife is reluctant but gets out. They go into a convenience store ]
Aram: I got a hitā 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: Youāre not gonna get away with this.
Trettel: The people in your house donāt just look like you. They are you. I took samples from your shower drain, toothbrushes, Annieās cord blood, so they have your DNA. And thatās all the cops need. [ To daughter ] Hey, baby. What are you thinking, huh? You want a candy bar?
Mrs Trettel: Are you nuts? Sheās diabetic. [ Trettel unbuttons her jacket and finds the blinking insulin pump ]
Trettel: We have to go.
Annie: Mommy, look. Iām on TV.
Trettel: [ Pulls gun ] Hey! Put the phone down! I said put the phone down! Get in the car!
Bystander: Drop it, or Iāll shoot!
[ Bystander shoots and hits Annie. Trettel shoots and hits bystander ]
Mrs Trettel: God! ā
Trettel; What?
Mrs Trettel: Help! ā
Trettel; Annie?! ā Annie! No! No, no, no, no! Hey! Look at me! Youāre gonna be all right. Okay, youāre gonnaā youāre 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. Suspectās name is Eric Trettel. Weāre pursuing him as part of a federal investigation.
Police Commanding Officer: Well, your federal investigation has barricaded himself inside. Iāve 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: Heās 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. Thatās an order!
[ Liz raises her arms and continues on ]
Liz: Hello?! Eric?! My name is Elizabeth Keen. Iām an agent with the FBI.
Trettel: Show me your hands!
Liz: Iām unarmed! I just want to talk!
Trettel: Iām not talking to anyone until you send me a medic.
Liz: You injured?!
Trettel: Itās my daughter! Sheās been shot!
Let me handle this.
Youāre gonna get us all killed!
Trettel: Shut up. You send a medic right away, and I can give you namesā hundreds of themā people you think are dead, people youāre gonna want to talk to.
Liz: Okay, Eric, thatās good! Weāll talk later! But right now, your daughter needs help! You need to open that door.
Trettel: Iām not opening the door until we make a deal!
Mrs Trettel: Please! She needs a doctor now!
Trettel: Shut the hell up! Iām getting her a doctor! Iāll get you the names, and I get full immunity with WITSEC relocation for the three of us.
Liz: I canāt authorize that! But I can help save your daughterās life. Youāre in control here, Eric. Annieās life is in your hands.
Mrs Trettel: Just do what she says!
Trettel: No!
Sniper: This is Delta One. Iāve 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! Letās go, go, go, go! Hey.
Liz: [ Calls Tom ] Please tell me you didnāt cook.
Tom: No, I didnāt cook, because I figured youād 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 Iām gonna do. Iām gonna tell her itās a huge mistake. She wants to know my opinion, Iām gonna give it to her.
Liz: Are you sure about that?
Ressler: Yeah.
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Aram: Excuse me. I found Trettelās databaseā the list of criminals he disappeared.
Red: The Alchemistā you found him?
Liz: Yes. And you were right about the people he helped disappear. Some of them we donāt even know. Cooper thought you might be able to ā
[ Red takes the folded list and puts it in his coat pocket ]
Liz: You didnāt even look at it.
Red: I have other business.
Liz: Thatās what this was aboutā sending us to find the Alchemist for you so you could have that list.ā¤ Who is it that youāre looking for?
Red: Iād love to talk, Lizzie, but as I said, I have unfinished business to attend to.
Audrey: Hey.
Ressler: Hey.
[ ā« ] I call you now ā to tell you Iām thinking of you
Ressler: Thank you so much for coming. Look, hereās the thingā Iāve thought about this a lot, andā
āŖ and I want you to know ā that, for what itās worth ā but it does me no good when the phone is just blocking my view
Ressler: I think youāre making a great decision. You and Michael, the two of youā
Audrey: We broke up.
Ressler: What?
Audrey: Well, we put it on holdā the engagement.
āŖ and I would sail back to you
Audrey: I justā I saw you in the hospital, and
āŖ and I would sail back to you
Audrey: I just havenāt been able to stop thinking about you.
Ressler: Okay.
Tom: Hey, itās, uh Tomā 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.
āŖ but Iām tired and unwilling to be the only one who was wrong Uh, no, no.
Tom: Itāsā No, itās just gonna be me.
āŖ and I would sail back to you I would sail back to you Iāll be sailing on your deep blue eyes
Liz tries to reach Tom.
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āŖ Iāll be sailing on your deep blue eyes Iāll be sailing on your deep blue eyes
Red: Hello, Meera. I trust you know why Iām here.
Meera: Yes. Youāre here to kill me because Iām the mole.
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š“ Episode 1:13 The Cyprus Agency
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š“ 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
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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.
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[ 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 ā
[ Siren wails in distance ] [ Horn honks ] [ Tires screech ]
ā [ Sobbing ] Please. My baby. They have ā have him
[ Police radio chatter ]
Please. Please. Please. They ā they have my baby. They took my baby.
Police officer: Bābābāback away, maāam.
Woman. They took my baby. They ā
Officer: Please, please back away. Calm down, maāam. Calm down Whatās ā whatās happening?
Woman: They took my baby.
Officer: Whatās happening? Who took ā who took your baby?
Woman: They have my baby.
Officer: Whatās ā whatās happening?
[ A man drives up in a van and gets out ]
Man: Hey, Kate. Oh, thank God. I was so worried.
Officer: What baby, maāam?
Man: Sheās confused. Iām so sorry, Officer.
Officer: Wait. Do you know this woman?
Man: Yes, IāI do. I do. Sheās my sister. She ha ā she hasnāt been well.
Officer: Donāt move. I want you two to stay right there.
[ Police radio chatter ]
Man: Officer? [ Silenced gunshot ]
Man: [ To distraught woman ] Iām sorry. [ Silenced gunshot ]
Liz: Iām in love with his little nose.
Tom: Yeah, thatās a cute one.
Liz: Oh, itās his face, and Iām 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 ā wait. Youāre officially a mom.
Liz: You know, um Iāve decided I want to stay home for a little while, spend some time with the baby and ā
Tom: Are you serious? Can you do that? I mean, arenāt you ā uh, you could lose your job.
Liz: This is more important.
Red: Thereās 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 ā 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 specialā 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. Itās in how they get it done.
Mallory: Our business is probability. All the children available for adoption have some genetic advantage. Iām Owen. Owen Mallory.
Couple: Hi.
Woman: Mr. Mallory is our founder and CEO.
Mallory: Adoption is a big decision. Thatās 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. Tedās our General Counsel.
Red: The Cyprus Agency is in the abduction business. They donāt locate kids for adoption. They steal them and adopt them out to new parents. And moving stolen children is difficult. Thereās copious amounts of paperwork. Theyāre using a forger. One of the best. But Iām biased. Heās one of my best. Lizzie, Iām giving you the chance to take down a criminal organization that is abducting babies from their mothersā 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 heās about to become the child of David and Wendy Roland.
David Roland: So, where did he come from?
Liz: I donāt know. Our source says he may have been abducted.
Wendy Roland: Oh, my God.
David: Abduction? Abducted from whom?
Wendy: Yāyouāre saying he may never be our son?
David: Wāweāve been through all the details.
Wendy: What, yāyouāre saying there may be another mother out there whoās looking for him? David: [ Sighs ] Sāso, 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. Justā weāve heard about birth parents changing their mind at the last minute. Just want to make sure everythingās accurate.
Liz: [ Listening from across street ] Heās gonna spook him.
Ressler: No. no, heās drawing him out. Heās 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, IāI donāt know. You hear storiesā 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 agencyās lawyer, Iām not involved with the children directly.
David: But ā 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 callā¦
Caldwell: [ Outside, dials] I think we have a situation here. Theyāre asking questions about Estonia.
Ressler: Thatās it. We got him. Move. Move. Move.
Liz: Okay.
Caldwell: [On phone] No. No, it just feels funny. I donāt think theyāre onto anything, but, uh ā
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 donāt understand.
Liz: You can help us. You can help us. Tell us about the agency. ā
Caldwell: No loose ends! ā Iām already dead.
Liz: ā Help us find the real parents.
Caldwell: [ Chuckles ] Real parents? Oh, my God. You have no idea. [ Horn blares ] Oh! Iāmā Iām sorry. Iām sorry. The truth is, the Cyprus Agencyā [ Tires screech ] [ Brakes hiss ] [ Wheels squeaking ]
[ Caldwell is hit by a car and killed ]
Brimley: Sheās a tough little punjab. Doesnāt talk so much.
Red: Thatās why youāre here, Mr. Brimley.
Brimley: Sheās telling the truth. Donāt bet the trailer money, but I pushed her hard, and Iām telling youā that girlās cleaner than a duck fart.
Red: Thank you, Teddy.
Red: [ Door creaks ] [ Sighs ] Letās talk.
Meera: Already did.
Red: Yes, but now that youāve been vetted by Mr. Brimley, Iām 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 donāt 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 Iāll find out who did it.
Red: The order was classified.
Meera: You let me worry about that.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Woman: You canāt. Those files are confidential.
Ressler: Warrant. I need you to step outside. Get that hard drive to Aram. We need a full workāup on it, pronto.
Mallory: Agent Ressler?
Ressler: Mr. Mallory. I see you got my message.
Mallory: I did. I just ā I donāt really understand.
Ressler: I ā Neither do we. But itās clear an adoption being brokered by this agency is a fraud.
Mallory: Well, IāI canāt 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. Youāre welcome to examine all the records, warrant or not, but if there was a false claim made, believe me ā you should be looking into our overseas partners.
Liz: : Weāre launching a wider investigation. Until weāre done, youāre 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 ā anything ā just let me know.
Liz: Twenty-seven files. Thatās 27 adoptions brokered in the last 3 years alone.
Cooper: Is that a lot?
Liz: Thatās a lot, especially when youāre adopting out infants, and thatās almost never done internationally. But thereās the thing. Iāve gone through every case file. I canāt authenticate a single adoption. One child was supposedly born to a birth mother in Lithuania, but I canāt find any record of the birth.
Cooper: Theyāre smart. The trails lead to facts we canāt 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: Iāll 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: Letās do it.
Liz: Sir? I wanted to talk with you about something. Itās 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 wouldnāt be an issue. I donāt 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 thatās why weāre asking for DNA.
Ressler: We can confirm ā Say, āAh.ā Good girl ā 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 wonāt hurt.
Mother: Itās okay. Itās okay, honey.
Father: There you go. Thatās my boy. Very good boy.
Mother: Aww, you did it. Mommyās got you.
Liz: I think this will be my last case for awhile. Iām gonna spend some time at home, be with the baby.
Red: Howās the case coming along?
Liz: We compared the DNA to every known sample on file for missing or abducted kids ā not a single hit. The Cyprus Agency delivered 27 children, all unaccounted for. Nobodyās ever reported them missing.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Red: Youāre so linear. [ Chuckles ]
Liz: Whatās that supposed to mean?
Red: The FBI and the policeā 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 wouldnāt report a missing childā¦?
Red: People who wonāt or canāt go to the police. Criminals. Run the DNA again. This time, donāt look for an exact match. Look at the relatives. You want to find where those kids came from, thatās how. Youāre arriving at a point of no return, Lizzie. If you have any doubts about your husband, you canāt go through with this adoption. When you get there, if there is even one shred of doubtā¦
Liz: There isnāt.
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. Theyāre in prison.
Ressler: No. Theyāre not in the system because theyāre criminalsā theyāre in the system because theyāre missing.
Liz: Missing?
Ressler: All five of them.
Liz: Five womenā 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 ā 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 sheās 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 Cooperās darkened office. She gets his key card from his briefcase ]
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Cooper: So, theyāre not taking children. Theyāre taking women. Whatās the timeline?
Liz: Kate Ellison was taken three years ago. Wait. That canāt be right. According to the DNA test, Kateās the mother of two children delivered by the Cyprus Agency. Theyāre 1 and 2 years old.
Cooper: So she gave birth after she was taken?
Liz: She didnāt 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. Theyāre still out there.
[ Meera goes to her computer and uses the higher security clearance of Cooperās card to access the system. She then returns to his office, but he is there ]
Cooper: You need something?
Meera: Itās about the mole hunt.
Cooper: What about it?
Meera: Reddingtonās 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 heās not looking ]
Meera: Iām 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 Caldwellās 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: āPurchase Orders.ā What exactly was he buying?
Aram: Not buying. From the looks of it, Iād say itās something he intended to acquire. I had them printed. Itās a complete dossier ā medical profile, grades going back to middle school, athletic and extracurricular interests.
Liz: Charlotte Patterson ā in her second year at Georgetown. You think she could be the agencyās next target?
Ressler: We canāt 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 ]
ā See you guys later.
Aram: I just talked to the university. Sheās 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. Sheās gone. Give me something, Aram.
Aram: Her carās still there. She swiped in at the parking structure near campus, hasnāt 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. Weāve 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! Thereās 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 didnāt answer the cell. I tried you half a dozen times.
Mallory: Perry, the cell is retired. We went dark. You recall? No business.
Perry: Theyāre 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: Sheās in the van, sedated.
Mallory: Okay. Show me.
[ Gun cocks ]
Perry: The lawyer said to get a replacement.
Mallory: The lawyerās dead. [ He shoots the van man ]
Liz: Charlotte Patterson never made it home from class. She was definitely inside that van.
Aram: Her cellās not active. Weāre 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 Caldwellās name all over them. But thereās no paper trail proving Mallory or anyone else knew what was going on.
Cooper: Are you saying heās innocent?
Ressler: No. Weāve interviewed employees on three continents ā 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: Thatās my question for you. Whatās 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, thereās no link to my clinic. We were very careful.
Mallory: I donāt care. Shut it down. What happened the other day? Perry said we lost one.
[ Flash sideways: Dog barking, uncovers body of young woman ]
Doctor: Couldnāt be avoided. Perry took care of it.
Dogās owner: Flounder! Hey, where did you go, bud? Hey, Flounder, what have you got there? [ Dog panting ] [ Dogās 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 thatās about the only thing in this that makes any sense. Just hāhang 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: Itās 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: Letās start with the muscle tone. She has severe muscular atrophy. Her arms, her legs, all the major muscle groups ā are deteriorated.
Liz: What would cause that?
Gower: Inactivityā I donāt 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, hereās where my findings go from the crazy to the totally insane. Sheās given birth ā several times.
Ressler: How is that possible in her condition, though?
Gower: Well, she was heavily sedated and sheās lost a lot of muscle mass, but sheās actually in great shape to deliver a child. Her folic acid, her calcium, her iron were all incredibly high. So, whoeverās 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 ā 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: Itās 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. Hereās the thingā 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 ] Weāve got something on Mallory. Aram, send us the Lassitersā address.
Ressler: I know this must be a shock. His name is Owen Mallory. He attended Harvard, claiming to be your son.
Jill Lassiter: Iām sorry. What did you say his name is now?
Liz: āNowā? 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 ā
Charles: T- the therapist called it severe attachment disorder. Uh a- and there- there ā there were many therapists, all kinds. We tried. I know ā 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: Iām so sorry. That must have been very difficult.
Jill: No, Iām sorry. Itās just, in many ways Charles and I blame ourselves. In hindsight, we werenāt ready. We, the marriage [ Sighs ] was troubled. We- we just werenāt equipped for a child.
[ Redās car drives up alongside Meeraās 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.ā¤
[ Car approaches ]
Red: Sorry Iām late.
Liz: What the hell is this place?
Red: Not at all what it seems.
Liz: What are we doing here? I told youā I need help tracking hydroxipam. Thereās no federal prescription database. Canāt subpoena every pharmacy on the East Coast.
Red: You donāt 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 fanā said they made it difficult for the enemy to find their way while attacking. Now, be polite. Youāre about to meet one of the nicest narcotics dealers this side of Cleveland.
[ Hipāhop music plays ] [ Indistinct conversations, laughter ] [ Coughing ]
Red: Russell.
Red. Whatās 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 tacosā Oh! Heaven! [ Chuckles ]
Liz: ā 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 doesnāt listen to me. Listen, Russell, this isnāt a social call. I came for your professional opinion. I need to know about hydroxipam.
Russell: Sure, yeah, I know all about thatā that and the Betamax and the BlackBerry.
Red: I donāt understand the reference.
Russell: Nobody wants it. Uh, hydro is supposed to be a sleep aid, but itās crazy powerfulā too powerful. The half-lifeās like 100 hours.
Red: So?
Russell: So, people need to get up in the morning.
Red: Where can I get it?
Russell: You donāt want it.
Red: I do.
Russell: Okay. But I got to tell you, I donāt think most pharmacies even stock it now. Luckily, I have access to their inventories. āā There. See? Only three pharmacies in 1,200 miles carry hydro. And of those, only eight doctors wrote scripts ā in the last year.
Liz: Whatās this code here?
Russell: Thatās 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. Hadleyās in a meeting.
Ressler: Youāll just have to interrupt.
Mallory: Iām not sure waiting is such a ā
Hadley: What have FBI ā
Nestor comes in: Theyāre asking for you.
Hadley: If there are loose ends, they are not on my side.
Mallory: Take it easy, everybody. They donāt know anything. Theyāre 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 wonāt be anything for them to find.
Hadley: And if I canāt?
Mallory: Take care of it, Nestor.
Nestor: Iām so sorry. Dr. Hadley actually stepped out for the afternoon.
I thought you said he was in a meeting.
Nestor: I thought he was. Heāll be back in a few hours. Youāre welcome to wait.
Liz: Great. In the meantime, I think weāll 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 heās down ]
[ Liz ascends stairs and enters āRestricted Areaā ā 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 ā 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 ā not at Liz, however, but at Ressler who has appeared. Mallory misses but Ressler shoots and wounds Mallory ]
Ressler: Keen.
Liz: Iām 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 Leffertsā 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, thereās a complete IVF laboratory. The womenās eggs were surgically retrieved, fertilized here, and then reātransferred. Itās all stateāofātheāart. The genetic testing is cutting-edge. Itās 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 Iām guessing thatās not the only body weāll 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 Shawā heās quite a con man, isnāt he?
Mallory/Shaw: Thank you.
Liz: You must have felt so rejected, being removedā
Mallory/Shaw: I wasnāt 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 didnāt 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, andā
Liz: And you and your employees get rich?
Mallory/Shaw: No. Well, yes. But itās not about the money for me.
Liz: What does that mean?
Mallory/Shaw: I think Iāve said enough. But my legacy is complete. And there is nothing you can do to change that.
Liz: Your legacy. Youāre the father. The children brokered by the Cyprus Agency are yours. Why? Mallory/Shaw: Well, I was damaged goods, wasnāt 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? Whatās wrong? Are you okay?
Liz: I canāt do it.
Tom: Do what?
Liz: Youāre not ready. Weāre not ready.
Tom: No, lookā you donāt have to take any time off, all right? Justā thereās a lot of working moms out there, and you can do both.
Liz: No.
Tom: You can do both.
Liz: Tom itās us. [ Voice breaking ] Itās us. I donāt know whatās wrong. I donāt understand it, but somethingās not right. I canāt have a baby right now.
Tom: Well, I donāt know what to say to that.
[ Sniffles ] [ Inhales sharply ] [ Voice breaking ]
Liz: Honey, you canāt tell me that thereās not one shred of doubt, one shred that wonders if this is broken.
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Blacklist 1:13 Diane Fowler ā Slideshow (8:28 mins)
[ Red enters a darkened room and starts a phonograph, then seats himself comfortably in a stuffed chair ]
[ ā« Gordon Lightfootās Sundown plays ]
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping āround my back stairs.
Sheās been looking like a queen in a saiā [ 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. Itās how you got the blueprints into enemy hands. Youāre the dirty rat, Diane.
Diane: Iām calling the police.
Red: No, youāre 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, youāre 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 ā
Red: You talk too much. [ shoots her ]
Diane: [ Gasps ] You canāt shoot me!
Red: Why not? Youāre not one of the good guys. And, as of today, youāre utterly worthless to the bad guys.ā¤ Fitch and I have an agreement. He goes about his business. I go about mine. You and I donāt have an agreement.
Diane: I know the truth, Red, about that night ā about what happened to your family. Do you want to know the truth?
Red: More than anything in the world.ā¤ But if you know the truth, Diane, then somebody else does, too. [ shoots her three or four more times ]
[ clicks phonograph back on ]
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āŖ I can see her lying back in her satin dress
in a room where you do what you donāt confess
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping āround my back stairs
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping āround my back stairsāŖ I can picture every move that a man could make
getting lost in her lovinā is your first mistake
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping āround my back stairsāŖ Sometimes I think itās a sin ā when I feel like Iām winning
when Iām losing again ā¦
[ 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: ā¦Can I tell you somethingā¦
āŖ sometimes I think itās a sin, when I feel like Iām winning
ā¦about Reddington?ā¦
āŖ when Iām losing again
ā¦I hate working with the man. Heās dangerous, amoral. He pathologically flaunts authority. Heās reckless to the point of suicidal. But all this, everything weāve done ā none of this would have been possible if it werenāt for him.ā¤ Go home, Malik.
āŖ I can see her looking fast in her faded jeans
sheās a hardāloving woman, got me feeling mean ā
sometimes I think itās a shame
Red: Mr. Kaplanā¦
āŖ when I get feeling better ā when Iām feeling no pain
Red: ā¦Iām sorry. Itās messier than I had hoped.
Mr Kaplan: Donāt worry, deary. Iām used to cleaning up after you.
āŖ if I find you been creeping āround my back stairs.
Sundown, you better take care
if I find you been creeping āround my back stairs.
Sometimes I think itās a sin
when I feel like Iām winning when Iām losing again
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ā« Sundown
By Gordon LightfootāŖ I can see her lying back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you donāt confessSundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping āround my back stairs
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping āround my back stairsāŖ Sheās been looking like a queen in a sailorās dream
And she donāt always say what she really meansSometimes I think itās a shame
When I get feeling better when Iām feeling no pain
Sometimes I think itās a shame
When I get feeling better when Iām feeling no paināŖ I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her loving is your first mistakeSundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping āround my back stairs
Sometimes I think itās a sin
When I feel like Iām winning when Iām losing againāŖ I can see her looking fast in her faded jeans
Sheās a hard loving woman, got me feeling meanSometimes I think itās a shame
When I get feeling better when Iām feeling no pain
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping āround my back stairs
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping āround my back stairs
Sometimes I think itās a sin
When I feel like Iām winning when Iām losing againLyrics: http://bit.ly/1Fwbj48
YouTube: https://youtu.be/K7NMvpZ3PM0
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š“ Episode 1:14 Madeline Pratt
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š“ 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
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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, āHave yourself a bloody, bloody Christmas.ā
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Previously on The Blacklist
Liz: Iām gonna spend some time at home, be with the baby.
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Red: If you have any doubts about your husband, you canāt go through with this adoption, if there is even one shred of doubt.
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Liz: I canāt do it. Youāre 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? ā¦
Red: Youāre the dirty rat, Diane. ā¦
We came into the post office to make a point. ā¦
Red: You talk too much.
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Madeline Pratt: I didnāt know anything about the safe deposit box until I saw the will. Iāve had all the necessary paperwork certifiedā the trust and the death certificate.
Banker: The paperwork is in order. But to access your husbandās box, you will need the key.
Madeline: Is there anything else?
Banker: No.
Madeline: Thank you.
Banker: Iām terribly sorry for your loss, Mrs. Reddington.
Dembe: The box in Istanbul.
Red: Hmm?
Dembe: Itās 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: Iāve 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: Iāll take the check.
Tom [on phone]: Rightā¦ Noā¦ Okay, sureā¦ Yeah, no, IāIāll talk to you soonā¦ 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 heād ask.
Tom: I just told him itās 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. Iām sorry.
Tom: Yeah, Iām sorry, too. Katieās pregnant.
Liz: Thatās great.
Tom: Mmāhmm.
Liz: We should, um, get them something. Have them over for dinner? Wait. Tom, donāt just walk away while weāre talking!
Red: Sheās breathtakingly unattractive, but sheās worth over $40 millionā the only Vermeer in private hands.
Liz: Thatās 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. Didnāt sleep a wink.
Liz: Why did you buy it?
Red: Oh, my God, no. Sheās not mine. She belongs to some hedge-fund manager who lives here.
Liz: I thought you lived here.
Red: Well, for now. The ownerās been on vacation ever since the SEC started its investigation. Iāve 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 eavesdroppersā frequency domains, triangulation, satellites, crypto-whatever. Youāve forgotten that what matters most is human intelligenceā alliances, relationships, seduction. Madeline Pratt is a master atā¦
Liz: Madeline Pratt? Madeline Prattā
Red:ā¦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: Iām sorry for your suffering.
Liz: Madeline Pratt. How do we find her?
Red: Finding her is easy. Catching her is difficult. Luckily, sheās asked me to help her plan a heist.
Liz: To steal what? ā¦
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Novak: ā¦ 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 isā the Effigy.
Red: Novak, I have friends who are looking for this funny little statue, and theyāre not the least bit interested in antiquities. What is the real story?
Novak: The Kungur Six. Itās 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 offāsite.
Cooper: I agreed to his terms to get him in here. Where we go from here is up to me.
Cooper: Excuse me.
Red: Thatās great. Harold, look at you! Sit down.
Cooper: No, no, no. Iām 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, Iām flummoxed as to why you would even care.
Cooper: You expect me to believe that you walk in here after she vanishes and thereās no connection?
Red: Has Diane gone missing? Perhaps you should ask Agent Malik. She works for the woman, doesnāt she?
Meera: Iāve had no contact.
Red: Well, there you go.
Cooper: You made it clear. You thought we had a mole. And you wouldnāt set foot inside this facility until that mole was captured or dead.
Red: Who decided on this paneling?
Cooper: You told us you wouldnāt come in until the mole had been caught.
Red: I said nothing of the kind.
Liz: You said our house wasnāt clean. Is it?
Red: I suppose youāll have to ask Diane Fowler when you find her.
Cooper: When we find out whatās happened to herā and we will find outā if you had anything to do with it, youāre 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 loveā politically active, influential, a good citizen. What you donāt 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 donāt 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 canāt 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 sheās 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. Sheās trying to make a grab that would normally take months to plan.
Cooper: Do the Syrians know whatās 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 itās the Russians who want to protect the identities of the Kungur Six.
Cooper: Iām not sanctioning an op in support of you going in to steal anything, let alone something that may affect national security.
Red: Iām flattered that you think Iām up to it, but thieving is not my strongest suit. Luckily, we have an ace of spades among us. Isnāt that right, Agent Keen?
Cooper: Whatās he talking about? Is there something you want to tell us?
Liz: No, sir.
Ressler: Your fatherās criminal record didnāt show up on your background report. Maybe yours is missing, too.
Liz: I donāt 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, youāre gonna be on foreign soil. If something goes wrong, we canāt 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 [Lizās alias] here is as calm as a Hindu cow. Tell her that story about Frank.
Madeline: Whoās 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. Iād convinced myself that Frank was the only thing I had in the world, so the night manager was an easy decision.
Madeline: What did youā
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 heād get more next week. And Frank and I went away.
Red: And lived happily ever after. The end.
Madeleine: I thought you didnāt believe in happily ever after.
Liz: I didnāt come here to audition.
Madeline: Wait. The job. Itās yours.
Liz: I donāt want the job. Call somebody who does. [ Tosses Madeline her phone ]
Madeline: How did you get my phone? ā 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 youāre gonna get along great.
Madeline: Your name will be on the guests list. The statueās 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. Iāll 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, ā youāll have 10 minutes.
Liz: How do I get in?
Madeline: Dirar Marwan, embassy official. He has the security credentials youāll need to get to the structureās 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. Canāt 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. Whatās that?
Liz: Itās Madeline Prattās SIM card. I swiped it when I palmed her phone. If Iām 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 wonāt. You will, in a second brush pass before he reāenters the building.
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Meera: [ Outside ] Heās coming. We have about 15 seconds. Hurry.
Ressler: How are we doing on Marwanās ID?
Liz: How long you need?
Aram: Almost there. Okay, 30 seconds.
Meera: Heās 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 Marwanās ID ]
[ Ressler bumps into him ]
Ressler: Oh, my God. Iām so sorry.
Marwanās: Itās fine. Itās 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, Iām sorry. I, uh, broke our rule. I shouldnāt have walked away upset.
[ Liz is dressing in a red gown ]
Liz: Brian and Katie are having a kid. Itās hard.
Tom: Whoa, mama. Hey, is this like an undercover thing tonight? āCause, uh, if you need a partner, Iāve 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, Orlandoās landlocked. Iām pretty sure there arenāt any beaches.
Tom: And thatās why I donāt 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 tonightās event. The fileās on the Ottoman.Rasil Kalifā notorious playboyā works as a cultural attachĆ© in the Syrian embassy. Apparently, Madelineās been seeing him for some time.
Liz: Why is that a problem?
Red: Cultural attachĆ© is Kalifās cover. Truth is heās been recruited as an asset by the Russian Bratvaā heās a mobster. My guess is heās the one who hired Maddie to steal the Effigy. And right about now, sheās walking into the embassy as his date.
Liz: What? You said her profile was too high and she wasnāt going.
Red: Well, she is.
Liz: Why would she hire us to steal the Effigy when sheās obviously planning on stealing it herself?
[ Liz turns around ]
Red: Wow! And I like your clutch.
Liz: What are you wearing?
Red: A tuxedo. Iām your plus one.
Liz: You canāt get into that embassy.
Red: Oh, yes, I can. Some of my best friends are Syrian.
Liz: You act like this is a joke. Thereās a digital net over the embassy. Aram canāt access the surveillance feeds. Iām going onto foreign soil to steal a priceless artifact with no backup.
Red: You have me. And Iām 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 Fowlerā wherever she is, whatever happenedā Iām gonna get to the bottom of it. Diane and I didnāt 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: Youāre 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 Iām concerned, this is a murder investigation, and Reddington is our chief suspect. He was clearly convinced that Fowler was our mole. I donāt care what he thinks. Even if Reddingtonās right and Fowler was dirty, heās not judge, jury, and executioner. He canāt just kill her. Thatās 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: Thereās 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 canāt both lead.ā¤
Liz: How did you know about Omaha?
Red: I didnāt.
Liz: Youāre 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: Youāre not a cop tonight. Youāre a criminal. And youāre gonna be fine. Just be yourself. The security door is behind you.
Liz: Okay, Iām 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.ā¤
Red: My plane is 15 minutes from here. We could be in Tegucigalpa by breakfast.
Madeline: The girlā tell me about her.
Red: What would you like to know?
Madeline: How did you pick her?
Red: Fate.
Madeline: Sheās 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 ]
Madelineās 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: ]
ā Quick, quick.
ā Quick.
ā Quick, quick.
ā 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 Aā2.
Madeline: [ Pointing to Red on the monitor ] Reddington! Itās him! Heās the one who did this! Call security!
[ Red gets to bottom of stairs. Liz is cuffed to a chair and under guard ]
Red: [ Acting overātheātop gay ] There you are! What the hell happened to you?! You just leave me stranded with that awful Algerian?! Heās 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 donāt you ask Rasil? We wouldnāt even be here if it werenāt for that troublemaker. Always an agenda with him. Cultural attachĆ©. Culture my ass. The things I do for this one. Gallivanting around the globe for your little assignations with youāknowāhmmāhmm, carrying her furs and bikinis as if I wouldnāt rather be back in Dutchess County with my shelties. Hey, donāt 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? Letās just say it starts with Bashar and ends with Assad, gassing you faster than a Sunni. So, letās get her out of the hot seat and into a limoā good God! ā Crumbs up! ā What? Your cummerbund. Pleats up! You look like Bob Yoshimura in 8thāgrade swing choir. Itās 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 donāt know. It just felt so right in the moment.
Liz: Whereās Pratt?
Red: Gone.
Liz: And the effigy?
Red: Gone with her.
Madeline: [ Leaving message for Red ] I have what you want. When youāve wired payment, Iāll contact you with the location of the effigy. If I donāt hear from you within the hour, itās 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 theyāre still trying to account for exactly who was in that panic room with the effigy. Theyāre 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 Reddingtonās notoriety get the Syrians to believe that he took it.
Meera: We got something. The SIM card Keen took from Prattās 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 mosqueā a cleric named Firas Ashear.
Liz: And heās connected how?
Ressler: Weāre not sure. But the biggest red flag is his familyās connection to The Peopleās Liberation Alliance.
Meera: Extremist organization out of Aleppo. Apparently, the father is a local warlord ā 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: Donāt tell me. Work.
Liz: Thereās nothing I can do.
Thereās never anything you can do because your job has now become our life. ā¤
Liz: What do you want me to say?
Tom: You donāt have to say anything. You know what? Iām gonna change my ticket. Iām gonna fly out tonight.
Liz: Tonight? What? Wait.
Tom: No, Iām not gonna wait. I think some time apart might be the best thing for us.
Liz: That is the last thing I want.
Tom: Itās 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. Iād never met her before, and I donāt know how she found me.
Ressler:So, whyād 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 didnāt. 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 donāt 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 ā 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 sonās story, he hid in the base of the statue.
Cooper: So, it appears the six arenāt 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 werenāt 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: Theyāre 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: Itās over. You were played. Go home. You really want to know why I brought you into this? Florence. Because you didnāt show. Florence was everything, our way out, a fresh start. But to you, itās all just a job. Tegucigalpa? Honestly? If I was interested in having an affair, Iād 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 highāexplosive material, blast radius of nearly 2,000 feet.
Ressler: You place one of these near a highāprofile target, the fallout alone guarantees mass casualties.
Cooper: Get a nest team on standby.
Where are we on Kalif?
We confirmed Reddingtonās 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 arenāt getting the effigy back. Itās gone. Iāve already sold it to the Russians.
Red: I ran out of gas.
Madeline: Huh?
Red: I was so excited to get home, I didnāt even bother to look. My head was just ā 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 itād 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 Iād 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 theyād love the story, daddy running out of gas, how every Christmas theyād 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 sāsmell the nape of her neck, feel her little fingers on my cheek her whisper in my ear. Thatās why I didnāt show up in Florence. Itās why I havenāt shown up in a lot of places over the years.
[ Jailers come and roughly take Red away ]
Madeline: No, donāt. Please, please. No, please! Stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please come back! Iāll tell you what you want to know!
āā
[ 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, whoās 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 ā
Red: Yes.
Madeline: Youāll 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 ā ]
ā We have to assume weāre late to the party, so ā Watch your backs.
ā Come on.
ā Go! Go! Clear.
ā Clear.
ā Rasilās 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 oldāfashioned snipe hunt.
Cooper: I sent a team to the warehouse where you said we could find Pratt. She was gone. Where is she?
Red: Letās 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 ā60s.
Cooper: You want the effigy
Red: And you want the bombs. How about a trade?
[ Liz is trying to reach Tom ]
Recording: Hi, youāve reached Tom Keen. Iām away from my phone right now, but leave a messageā
Ressler: Case file on Pratt.
Liz: You taking off already?
Ressler: Yeah. Meeting Audrey for dinner.
Liz: I think heās gonna leave me.
āŖ ā all my life there you go oh, please stay ā
Liz: No. Go.
āŖ just this once ā
Liz: You have dinner.
āŖā anyway ā
Ressler: Sheāll understand.
āŖ all my life there they go
oh, please stay anyway
all my life there you go
oh, please stay ā just this once ā
[ At Tomās conference ]
Tom: Hi. Uh, Tom Keen checking in.
āŖā anyway ā
Clerk: Mr. Keen. Alone, right?
āŖā all my life there they go ā oh, please stay ā
Jolene: Hello.
āŖā anyway ā
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 youāre doing here. Personally, I canāt 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. Iāve heard people talk about the post office, but this facility. Now, look, I donāt want to sound any alarm bells, but Iāve become aware of the fact that youāve 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 donāt want to step on any toes.
Cooper: Thatās 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, weāll call.
Cooper: I asked Agent Malik to look intoā
Martin: You need to stop. Iāve been cleared Level 4. Iām gonna need all your case files.
Cooper: Listen, Agent Martinā
Martin: To be abundantly clear, the DC field office is running point. Itās protocol. Weāll take it from here.
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š“ Episode 1:15 The Judge
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š“ 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
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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.
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[ A man walks down a highway on a cold winterās 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: Whatās going on? Everything okay? You all right? You a little turned around? If youāre headed to Harrisburg, youāre 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 hasnāt spoken. The doctor said he experienced severe trauma.
Donna: Where did you find him?
Highway patrol: On a highway outside of Harrisburg. Weāre still piecing it together, but we think he may have been hitchhiking. Maāam? Are you okay?
Donna: Itās just itās been 12 years. [ Sighs ] Mark? Mark? Itās me. Itās Donna. [ Crying ] Where have you been? Itās been 12 years.
Red: [ Laughs ] [ Sighs ] What is this? A ā78?
Cowboy: You got a picture?
Red: My father loved Cadillacs.
Cowboy: And sheās alive?
Red: Sheās calling herself Jolene Parker.
Cowboy: Iāll notify you when I find her.
Red: You donāt have all the information.
Cowboy. I have all I need.
Red: No. Sheās ā
Cowboy: Do I tell you how to do your job?
Red: No, I donāt.
Cowboy: So donāt 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. Donāt you worry how.
Red: I love hats. But that honestly, that takes a certain kind of man. What size are you? Iām a 7 1/2.
Cowboy: Iāll find the girl.
Red: I donāt want you to find her. I know where she is. I want you to tell me where sheās been. Cities, safe houses, aliases. Sheās already faked her death to elude me. Now sheās back. I want you to tell me everything you can about where sheās been, what sheās 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: Thereās nothing wrong with a little editing. Theyāre children. Kids shouldnāt be reading āLolita.ā
Jolene: Why not? I mean, thāthe heart goes where it wants to go.
Male teacher: Uh, Mr. Whitneyās heart sent him right into an affair with Timmy Loganās mom.
Rosa: Are you saying thatās okay?
Jolene: No, I just ā IāIāI donāt think books are anything to be afraid of.
[ Tomās cellphone is vibrating ]
Jolene: I mean, I think that people have affairs because theyāre miserable in their marriages. And I donāt think you should judge them for it, and I certainly donāt 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 Loganās mom is way out of his league.
[ Scoffs ] Oh.
Rosa: Call me provincial, but I for one think itās 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 ā 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 heās been.
Liz: Was he in hiding?
Red: I believe he was held captive, but not by the Reynoso cartel. Itās all quite a mystery. They say heās 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 ā 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 prisonerās 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 ā a prosecutor, a corrupt detective, maybe an incompetent public defender.
This demand for justice ā where does it go?
Red: Supposedly, itās passed among inmates until it finally reaches some book depository at the FederalPenitentiary in Monroe, Virginia.
And then?
Red: Nobody knows for sure. Nobodyās ever met him. Somehow, the appeals make their way to The Judge. He reviews the case, and if he thinks youāre innocent, he evens the score. If freedom or life were taken unfairly, he demands the same in return ā an eye for an eye.
Cooper: Reddington says Mark Hastings was held captive?
Liz: Yes, but not by Reynoso. He thinks it mightāve been payback for a different case Hastings prosecuted. Aram? [ Aram pulls up file ] Leonard Debs ā sentenced to 14 years for armed robbery when he was 28.
Ressler: According to this soācalled Judge, this guy is innocent?
Liz: A witness allegedly came forward at the time saying Debs wasnāt at the scene. Hastings never told the defense.
Ressler: Debs got out two months ago. He served 12 years of his 14āyear 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 prisonāliteracy project.
Aram: We pulled the files of everyone who worked at the depository, and I think we found something. Frank Gordon ā a civilian now, but heās a convicted killer. He now works for a prisonāliteracy 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: Frankās 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, nānot 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: Whatās back there?
Woman: Oh, IāI really feel we should wait for Frank to come back. Itās his space. Itās ā
[ Ressler gets flashlight from drawer ]
Ressler: [ To Liz and the woman ] Stay here.
Ressler: Hello? Mr. Gordon? FBI. Weād like to talk to you.
[ Thudding ]
Liz: What is it?
Ressler: Stay where you are.
[ Junk, clothes, books, junk, papers ā¦ 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 ā 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 Gordonās photo to State, Federal.
Ressler: Youāre not gonna believe this. Pleas from inmates, all handwritten from prisons all over the country ā ADX, Marion, Pelican Bay. And look at this. Alan Ray Rifkin. Itās a case folder ā research, evidence. Frank was reviewing trial transcripts for The Judge.
Liz: Alan Ray Rifkin ā American college student, dropped out, joined the army, deployed to Afghanistan. In 2003, he was tried and convicted as an enemy combatant ā fought alongside the Taliban. Heās 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, Rifkinās 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 ā the investigating officer was the Senior FBI Agent in Afghanistan at the time ā Harold Cooper.
Cooper: You think this is a coincidence? Reddington feeds you The Judge, and Iām next on that lunaticās hit list?
Liz: We need to take it seriously.
Cooper: No, we donāt. The federal prosecutor on the case is Tom Connolly. His reputation speaks for itself. So should mine. Rifkin admitted to treason.
Liz: Weāre not saying heās innocent. But if you or Connolly are in danger ā
Cooper: What exactly does this soācalled Judge think that we missed?
Liz: We donāt know yet. Weāre reviewing the file now.
Cooper: Fine. You do what you need to do. But Iām 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. Iām with the FBI.
Rifkin: Oh, Iād stand and applaud, but ā
Ruth Kipling: Alan, be nice.
Liz: Iām 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 Iām not here to reconsider your case. The court rulings are final.
Rifkin: Uh, howās this work, Agent Keen? You just assume that Iām stupid?
Liz: Iām not here to see if youāre stupid, Mr. Rifkin. Iām here to see if youāre angry ā angry enough to want revenge. Itās 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? Itās a story. He doesnāt exist. Hereās what I will say ā 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: Youāre saying you were coerced?
Rifkin: Iām saying that I was beaten. Iām saying that FBI Agent Harold Cooper ā he beat me under the orders of Assistant US Attorney Thomas Connolly.
[ Indistinct conversations, television chatter ]
Jolene: Whatās 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 fiancĆ© would say? āMove.ā [ Chuckles ]
Tom: Really? ā [ Chuckles ]
Waiter: ā Maāam?
Jolene: Uh, Makerās. Double. Sheās having an affair with Mr. Whitney. Have you talked to him about it?
Tom: Yeah, I have. Believe me, itās not good, especially during parentāteacher conferences ā
Jolene: Ohh!
Tom: ā because her husband has no clue. But, you know, thatās the job. I mean, teachers get to know every part of their studentsā lives, their families. Some of it you just have to keep secret.
Jolene: Are you good at that?
Tom: At what?
Jolene: Keeping secrets. Whereās your wife?
Tom: Sh- she couldnāt come.
Jolene: Did you invite her?
Tom: I thought ā I thought you had a fiancĆ©.
Jolene: Oh, I do. We havenāt picked a date yet. Iād invite you to the wedding, but I donāt think heād like you.
Tom: Why is that?
Jolene: Isnāt it obvious? You here buying me drinks while your wifeās back home?
Tom: I havenāt done anything wrong.
[ Tom and Jolene dancing wildly, kissing when the door to the room they are in opens. Itās 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: Iām sorry. Iām sorry.
Jolene: Yeah, me too. [ Miffed, Jolene leaves ]
[ A few minutes later, Jolene returns ]
Jolene: You know, actually, Iām not that sorry. She gives him her key card ]
Jolene: Iām in room 618.
Tom: Yeah.
Jolene: Iām there now.
Frank: [On phone] Where are we on the Rifkin case? ā¦ 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. Couldnāt find their own asses with a mirror and a GPS. How the hell did they find you?
Frank: I donāt know. Somebody must be talking, and itās certainly not me. Oh, Frank, I believe you. Youāre a John, not a Judas. Walk with me. Itās feeding time.
[ Groaning, coughing in distance ]
Kipling: Hastings, the one we released ā do we know if heās talking to the authorities?
Frank: Heās not. His mindās too far gone. My sources say heās with his family ā still hasnāt spoken a word.
Kipling: Ah, itās just a matter of time.
Frank: About the Rifkin execution ā weāre ready to respond, but ā
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 ā
Frank: But if theyāre on to us?
Kipling: If they find us, so be it. Until then, Iām not gonna stop the work weāre doing. If Rifkin dies, tell the others to carry out the sentence. Just because youāre on the outside now doesnāt 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: Weāve been together a timeline of events using the file you found in Frank Gordonās 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 shouldāve taken 30 minutes. At trial, the US Marshal supervising the transport said it arrived on schedule. But look at this ā the event log. It recorded the actual time that the Marshal swiped in to Alexandria. That trip didnāt take half an hour. It took 2 1/2 hours.
Liz: Why wasnāt this presented at trial?
Ressler: Another event log was ā one that matched the 30āminute 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. Iām investigating a case youāre connected to. The defendant is Alan Ray Rifkin.
Munson: Not here. I donāt want the people I work with knowing Iām involved in this.
Liz: Iām 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 ā 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 werenāt 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 didnāt have enough to convict. He was going places, you know, and he wasnāt 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: āPhysically coerceā? 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 heās 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, sheās 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 girlās tracking someone, causing trouble. Sheās either got lots of little targets or one real big one.
[ Door opens, closes ]
Liz: We need to talk about Rifkin.
Cooper: Iāve already said everything I have to say on the subject.
Liz: Sir, I need to know whether you ā
Connolly: Whatās going on?
Cooper: Agent Keen, this is US Attorney Tom Connolly.
Connolly: Haroldās 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 ā 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. Thereās a twoāhour gap.
Connolly: Whereād you get that?
Liz: Does it matter?
Cooper: Letās not play games. You clearly have a theory. Letās hear it.
Liz: No, I donāt 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: Heās being transferred for execution. We have to stop it until the court looks at his confession.
Connolly: His day in court is over. Heās exhausted his appeals. Once that happens, the Supreme Court is clear. Why he confessed or whether heās even guilty becomes legally irrelevant.
Liz: Weāll see if the Federal Clemency Officer agrees with you.
Connolly: [ Chuckles ] He wonāt 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. Heās 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 donāt consider the event log new evidence, and even if they did, the deadline to consider Rifkinās factual innocence has passed. Do they realize how insane that is? His innocence canāt be considered?
Rifkin: [ Whimpers ] [ Breathing heavily ] I just want to say I didnāt do it. Youāre killing an innocent man here tonight.
Kipling: Even God wonāt forgive you for this.
Executioner: Weāre 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, Iāve asked around on the Hill, Main Justice. Nobody knows what the hell it is you do. Iāve heard the stories.
They say you guys are taking down everybody ā people who arenāt even on our radar. How?
[ Cooper will not say ]
Connolly: [ Laughs ] Nothing? Really? Well, I can tell you this. When Iām Attorney General and I get the President to appoint you Director of the FBI, youāre 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 Kiplingās 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 ] Cooperās been taken.
Red: By whom?
Liz: The Judge, we think, as retribution for Rifkinās execution.
Liz: [ To Aram ] Anything?
Aram: Not yet.
Red: Alan Ray Rifkin? ā
Liz: [ Excitedly ] Weāve 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 Rifkinās confession.
Red: Youāre certain of that?
Liz: Cooper admitted it to me.
Red: How about the guy The Judge released?
Liz: Hastings? Weāre getting a court order to talk to him over his doctorās objections. Heās 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 ā an eye for an eye. Cooper is going to die.
Red: [ Cellphone beeps ] Dembe, you better tell Edward thereās gonna be a change in flight plan.
Kipling: A womanās son is dead because of you ā 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 wouldnāt have to do mine! How do you plead?
Cooper: Lady, listen, this thing youāre doing, thāthis ā 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: Howās 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 couldnāt 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 canāt 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: Iām 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: Iām so sorry, Mr. Hastings. I canāt 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: ā Enough. Please. Just go.
Mark Hastings: Good night, mother.
Donna: No, Mark, itās me. Itās Donna.
Liz: Aram, the paper said Rifkinās last words at his execution were āGood night, mother.ā He said it to his spiritual adviser, Ruth Kipling. I just heard Hastings say it.
Aram: Okay, Ruth Suzanne Kipling ā 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 ā thatās the organization he reached out to.
Aram: Which is how Kipling found out about the entry-log evidence. Okay, Iāve got an address in Mercer County, Pennsylvania.
Liz: I bet thatās where sheās holding them.
[ At Ruth Kiplingās 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. Weāre almost there.
Red: Thereās 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 ā
Frank: We got a problem.
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Ressler: Get your men out of here. Fall back now. Move! Move! Letās 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. Iām not trying to negotiate. ā¦ 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 ā
Red: I didnāt. 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, itās 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. Thatās why youāre not gonna light up Agent Cooper today. Alan Ray Rifkin wasnāt executed because of a beating or because of a coverāup. He was executed because of the truth. Now, you and I could talk for days about the whys and whyānots of an execution, but at the end of it all, in the final moment, the only irrefutable fact is you better be right. And Iām betting youāre not so sure.
Ruth Kipling: How could you possibly know what Iām 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 donāt want to diminish your legacy of righteousness because of him which is why youāre going to surrender. Harold, donāt 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 ā there were 10 people in that bunker. Whatās this?
Liz: Pleas we found in Frank Gordonās 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 Rifkinās confession. If you feel obligated to report it, I understand.
Liz: I think weāve had enough judgment for today.
Cooper: You knew this was gonna happen with me, The Judge. If you thought that by saving me youād get some kind of leverage ā
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 Iām 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 youāll remember what happened today.
Cooper: Is that it?
Red: No. Iād like you to reach out to Admiral Richard Abraham, he was very helpful in resolving the matters of the day. Heās had a rough go of it for quite some time.
Cooper: Abraham.
Red: Yes. Admiral Richard. Heās a good man. I wonder if you could pull a few strings.
Cooper: Iāll 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 sheās finishing an operation. Iād like to see how it plays out.
[ ā« Dolly Partonās āJoleneā plays ]
āŖ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Iām begging of you please donāt take my manāŖ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please donāt take him just because you canāŖ Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald greenāŖ 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. Iām glad you came. [ Chuckles ]
Tom: Iām sorry. I canāt. Thatās why I came here, to tell you that I canāt do this because I love my wife.
[ Tom turns and begins to walk away ]
Jolene: [ Angrily ] Wrong answer! Elizabeth Keen is not your wife, sheās your target!
Tom: [ Scoffs ] Sheās 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 ā is my job.
ā« Jolene
By Dolly PartonāŖ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Iām begging of you please donāt take my manāŖ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please donāt take him just because you canāŖ Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald greenāŖ Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, JoleneāŖ He talks about you in his sleep
Thereās nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, JoleneāŖ And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you donāt know what he means to me, JoleneāŖ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Iām begging of you please donāt take my manāŖ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please donāt take him just because you canāŖ You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
Heās the only one for me, JoleneāŖ I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, JoleneāŖ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Iām begging of you please donāt take my manāŖ Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please donāt take him even though you can
Jolene, JoleneLyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1Fwci4m
YouTube: Slow-Ass Jolene (Oliver Ciderapple: http://bit.ly/1HLDKww)
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š“ Episode 1:16 Mako Tanida
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š“ Episode 1:16 Mako Tanida
First aired: 3/17/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1NtSEhB
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1foNIwy
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: John Eisendrath, Jon Bokenkamp, Patrick Massett, John Zinman, Joe Carnahan
Directed by: Michael Watkins
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Episode 1:16 Mako Tanida
Blurb: Mako Tanida seeks revenge against Agent Donald Ressler and a group of his colleagues stemming from an operation in Japan years earlier that killed his brother. A young ballerina dances Swan Lake. A key episode.
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Previously on The Blacklist
Meera: Tell me about the murder.
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Liz: If Iām wrong about Tom, I donāt think I can handle any of it without him.
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Audrey: I got a call. Guess Iām still on as your next of kin.
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Ressler: Youāre engaged? ā
Audrey: We broke up.
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Audrey: I saw you in the hospital, and I just havenāt been able to stop thinking about you.
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Jolene: Hey.
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Red: Sheās calling herself Jolene Parker.
Cowboy: Sheās either got lots of little targets or one real big one.
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Tom: I canāt do this. I love my wife.
Jolene: Wrong answer! Elizabeth keen is not your wife. Sheās your target.
[Tokyo]
Mrs Raimo: Hey.
Raimo: Hey.
Mrs Raimo: They miss home.
Raimo: Just a few more weeks.
Mrs Raimo: Go to bed. You look exhausted.
Raimo: I got a stack of case files I need to get through.
Tanida: I have waited a long time for this reunion, Agent Raimo. [Sam Raimo]
Raimo: Weāve had the pleasure?
Tanida: Yes. Though it could hardly be called pleasurable. I was captured by your task force collateral damage in your hunt for Raymond Reddington. Mako Tanida. On your knees.
Taiko: I have no intention of getting ā Aah! Aah!
Tanida: You lack honor and humility, Agent Raimo. I will provide you with both. Take up that tanto and remove it from its scabbard.
Tanida: In feudal Japan, one warriorās transgression against another was measured by the code of tn bushido. For your sins against me, I require ritual seppuku. You will disembowel yourself to my satisfaction. I will give you 60 seconds to put that sword into your stomach and begin cutting.
Do that, and it is you alone. Or I will run you through myself And take your whole family.
Raimo: You wonāt harm my family?
Tanida: If you abide by honor I will not.
Jolene: So, you guys have been here for?
Liz: Oh, only a year. Well, we moved from up north. I was there for three years, actually, and ā hey, babe. You remember Jolene from the baby shower?
Tom: Sure. You sub for Mr. Sinnard?
Jolene: Itās Ted, right or Tim.
Tom: Sorry. Itās Tom. Fourth grade.
Liz: We just bumped into each other outside. Sheās looking for a place in the neighborhood.
Great.
Jolene: Iāve got to get out of my apartment. Itās superācramped. And my fiancĆ© and I love this neighborhood, so ooh! Um, hey, what did you think of Allisonās show?
Liz: Who?
Jolene: Allison. The exhibit at the Willard Street Gallery.
Liz: You went to an art exhibit?
Tom: Well, uh, calling it art might be a stretch.
Jolene: Iāit was amazing. Why didnāt you bring your wife?
Liz: Yeah, why didnāt you bring your wife?
Tom: For the record, I did invite you, but you were working, and trust me you didnāt miss anything. Anyway, I would love to stay and talk art, but I should go grade some papers.
Jolene: I should get going, as well.
Liz: Let me give you my cell.
Jolene: Oh.
Liz: If youāre looking for a realtor, my girlfriend Ellie is awesome.
Jolene: Thank you, thatās really cool of you. Good luck with your papers, Tom. Thank you. And I will see you at school. [ Liz gives her cell number ] Thank you.
[Funeral]
Bobby Jonica: I see those wheels turning.
Ressler: Hey, brother.
Bobby: To Sam. How you feeling?
Ressler: Um, first 48, right?
Bobby: Yeah, that clock ran out.
Pete: Hey. Hey, fellas.
Bobby: Pete. Good to see you.
Pete: Good to see you, too. Got anything yet?
Bobby: They got nothing. Well, NPA said suicide, said that Sam was carrying a lot of debt.
Ressler: Ritual suicide? I mean, come on. I donāt believe that for a second. Sammy loved Sarah.
Pete: Then who gutted him?
Ressler: The list of people we pissed off ā pick a number.
Yeah.
Audrey: Hey, strangers.
Bobby: Hey, Audrey. How are you? Good to see you.
Audrey: Is retirement treating you well?
Bobby: Yeah, well, never mind me. Itās a hell of a way to see you again. Sorry.
Pete: Hey, Audrey. You speak to Sarah? Being back in the states is hard enough.
Audrey: Yeah. I think weāre gonna try and stay here with Sarah next week.
Ressler: The house is gonna be surrounded by feds, sweetie. I think sheās gonna be okay.
Pete: Good olā Rez. Mr. Emotional Support.
Audrey: We should probably get going and let the family have some time alone.
Audrey: Bye, guys.
Bobby: Bye, Audrey.
[ Audrey leaves ]
Bobby: Weāve been tracking one guy for five years. My money Reddingtonās got his fingerprints all over this thing.
[ Ressler looks at him ]
Ressler: Hey. Can I ask you something? Itās Reddington. You know how to find him. Can you put the two of us in touch?
Liz: Whatās going on with you two?
Ressler: Why?
Liz: Because heās looking for you.
[ Red is watching ballet practice ]
Christine: You shouldnāt be here. I said Iād send a messenger.
Red: I wanted to deliver the check personally, Christine.
Christine: Thank you.
Red: Will it be ready in time?
Christine: Everythingās on schedule, just like you asked just like last time.
Red: What do they do for lunch? Do they order in or eat salads out of those tupperware bowls? How does it work with dancers?
Christine: They smoke.
Red: Iāll see you on the 22nd. And please send my thanks to your mother. []
Dembe: I found Agent Ressler.
Red: I heard Agent Raimo was relieved of his viscera.
Ressler: If you had anything to do with thisā
Red: Agent Ressler, please.
Ressler: What was it payback for Vienna?
Red: Iām the one who reached out to you, Donald. And it wasnāt to revisit all the times I eluded your little coterie of doorākickers who pursued me with such fervor and zeal. I came to discuss a former associate of mine who your team arrested along the way Mako Tanida.
Ressler: The Yakuza boss? Heās in prison.
Red: He was. Two days ago, he broke out of Abashiri. If you ask the Japanese, theyāll skirt it. They claim Abashiri is escapeāproof. Itās embarrassing. Theyāre touchy about that sort of thing. I suspect Tanida is the one who killed your agent friend.
Ressler: So you want to help me find him? Let me guess he doubleācrossed you, and you want his head in a box.ā¤
Red: Thereās a thought. But for the moment, the scalp Iām worried about is yours. Tanida is disciplined, relentless. If he did kill Agent Raimo, thereās the distinct possibility heās just getting started. I fear, Donald, that youāre being hunted by a vengeful, ruthless killer.
Customs: Purpose of your visit?
Tanida: Reunion with some old friends.
Customs: Welcome to the United States, Mr. Itami. [Tanida alias]
Tanida: Hello, Agent Maguire.
Pete: Who the hell are you?
Tanida: You donāt remember me, do you? You will.
Ressler: Mako Tanida, former clan boss of the Azuma Dojin, based out of Osaka. By the time our task force caught up, he controlled a large part of the heroin trade traveling along the Silk Road.
Meera: After Tanidaās arrest, we thought his empire would collapse. It didnāt. In fact, it expanded grew to include alliances with the Chinese Triad, Korean Tong, even Russian. Bratva. And his operations in the U.S. have grown extensively.
Ressler: For a time, the intelligence community believed Tanida somehow was operating his empire from inside prison. No one knew how, but there were theories he had politicians in his pocket or he controlled the army, but after he was put into solitary, it became clear that someone else was running the empire.
Meera: Within the agency, that man is known as Aiko Tanida, Makoās younger brother. He escaped the night of the raid that took Tanida. We believe he went underground, dark, reemerged as something entirely different bookish boy turned ruthless crime lord.
Ressler: They call him āTensei.ā Means āReborn.ā
Cooper: Reach out to your agency contacts. I want to know everything there is to know about this brother.
Aram: Uh, we just received word. Uh, Agent Maguire ā Iām sorry.
Liz: Maguireās body was found under a bridge near Broadway at 39th.
Analyst: Domain awareness has three surveillance hits on Tanida. Units en route.
Aram: Arrived on United 472 from Tokyo. Passed through customs at 11:32 under the alias Yasu Itami.
Cooper: Feed NPA the alias. The Reddington task force ā who else was on it?
Ressler: Myself and Bobby Jonica.
Cooper: Iām sending protective detail. Did you hear me? Agent Ressler.
Ressler: I got a place up in Prince Georges County, off the grid. I got to get Audrey there.
Tom: Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? You come to my house?
Jolene: Calm down.
Tom: Youāre not my handler. I donāt work for you.
Jolene: Berlin is having doubts.
Tom: Yeah? Well, Berlin doesnāt have a damn clue. Do you have any idea how many candidates there were? They chose me. Iāve done everything they asked. I married the woman, for Godās sake. Iāve made her think my entire world revolves around her. And now itās been two years, and Iāve heard nothing.
Jolene: We sent word four months ago.
Tom: Four months ago, I had to go dark because Reddington sent a psychopath with a knife into my house.ā¤ He cut me like a totem pole, and because of that, Liz finds my goābag, my passports everything. So what did I do? I got myself out. I convinced her that the passports are fake, the cash isnāt mine, so excuse me for being ā donāt touch that! Iāve had my hands full.
Jolene: Berlin wants information.
Tom: So do I. You know somebody put cameras in that house? Somebody was watching us, and it wasnāt the FBI, so why donāt you tell me who the hell was it?
Jolene: I canāt help you unless you calm down.
Audrey [ Startled ]: Oh.
Ressler: You leave the door open?
Audrey: Yeah. I- I told you I was gonna bring my stuff by. I just didnāt want to keep locking and unlocking the door.
Ressler: Were you downstairs?
Audrey: Yāyeah.
Ressler: I parked around back.
Audrey: Why? Whatās wrong?
Ressler: Iāll tell you in the car.
Audrey: Don, whatās wrong?
Ressler: Pete Maguire is dead. Come on.
Tom: Best I can tell, their paths have crossed at key moments in the past 20 years. Quantico, Baltimore. She doesnāt know, and I canāt prove it, but I believe Reddington was funneling money through the adoptive father for years.ā¤
Jolene: Whatās this?
Tom: Itās the black site. From memory. Itās the unit Keen works for.
Jolene: What about the cases?
Tom: You know, I sat right next to Reddington once at a hospital. I could have put a bullet in his head.
Jolene: That wasnāt your mission.
Tom: All right, show and tellās over. I have detention at 4:00.
Audrey: Where are we going? What kind of trouble are you in?
Ressler: Sam didnāt commit suicide. He was murdered.
Audrey: What are you ā?
Ressler: The same person who killed Pete. You remember Japan, how the task force spent time there looking for Reddington? Well, we put someone away, and now theyāre out.
Audrey: And theyāre coming for you.
Ressler: Iām gonna take you somewhere safe. My folks got this cabin up in P.G. county. Iām gonna handle this. Itās gonna be okay.
Audrey: Don, Iām scared.
[ Car side swipes them ]
Audrey: Aah!
Ressler: Hang on! Hang on!
Audrey: Don? Unh!
Ressler: We have to go!
[ Gunfight. Audrey is hit ]
Ressler: Audrey! No, no, no, no. I got you. Iāve got you, sweetie. Here. Let me see. Okay, come on. Come on, come on, come on. Come on, come on. Put your hand here. Put your hand here. Come on, girl. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Shh, shh, shh. Come on. No, no, no, no. Hey, hey, hey. Hey! Look at me. Stay, stay stay with me. Stay with me. Donāt go. Come on, Audrey. Come on, Audrey.
[ Audrey is dead ]
Ressler: You canāt sideline me.
Cooper: Weāll find Tanida. Doesnāt matter how long it takes. But we have to do it the right way, follow procedure.
Ressler: You really expect me to care about procedure?
Cooper: Of course not. I canāt imagine what youāre going through. I wouldnāt dare. But donāt compromise yourself. Youāre a good agent. A good man.
Ressler: I have to do something.
Cooper: Youāll grieve. And while you do, weāll track Tanida down, and weāll make sure he gets his due. You have my word on that. Iāll have a car take you home.
Ressler: Bobby, where are you? I went through every C.I., every source I had when I was running that task force. I got nothing.
Bobby: What about Tensei, the brother?
Ressler: I reached out to a friend of mine at the D.E.A. Heās got no base of operation, no regular haunts, no hot spots. This guyās a ghost.
Bobby: Look, Donā Don, we donāt ā we can- we can do this later.
Ressler: No, we do it now. Somebody out there knows something.
Bobby: Well, Iāll tell you who knows.
Ressler: Reddington?
Bobby: They worked together, Donny. Reddington understands how this world works. What I wouldnāt give to get him alone in a room for just five minutes.
Red: She still in town?
Cowboy: [Sarcastically] No. Sheās at the corn palace in Mitchell, South Dakota.
Red: Bring her to me.
Cowboy: I thought you wanted to see how this played out.
Red: It has.
Cowboy: Well, you want me to bring her in, thereās gonna be a fee, and itās gonna cost you double.
Red: Oh? Why is that?
Cowboy:āCause I donāt like you. And that hat makes your head look funny.
Red: The pot meets the kettle at last. Bring me the girl.
Red: Searching in the desert for a drop of vengeance to slake an unquenchable thirst is a lonely walk, my friend.ā¤
Ressler: Tanidaās close. I can burn the whole neighborhood down, or you can tell me where he is.
Red: Donald, I understand how you feel. Beneath the iron-and-rust exterior beats the heart of a man swimming in immeasurable grief. I am truly sorry about Audrey. There are few that understand love and loss more than I.
Well, Iām glad you understand. Where is he?
Red: Let me tell you something that someone much wiser than I told me at a similar point in my life. Go home. Turn back from this and go home. It may seem like the hardest thing in the world, but it is profoundly easier than what youāre contemplating.
Iām not turning back.
Red: Thatās pretty much what I said.
Red: In your dustāup with Tanida, were there any survivors?
Yes.
Red: Injuries?
Yeah. Why?
Red: Thereās a house in Columbia Heights doubles as an underground hospital.
May be worth a visit.
Red: Agent Ressler. Once you cross over, there are things in the darkness that can keep your heart from ever feeling the light again.ā¤
All I feel is hate.
Red: Good. Youāre gonna need it.
[ ā« music] Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah well, itās too long living in the same old lie
Bobby: Are you sure about this? A hospital? Where the hell did you get your information? You coming or not? Rez, you got to tell me what the hell youāre thinking here.
Ressler: Iām gonna find Tanida. Iām gonna find anyone who was involved.
āŖ Well, you walk a line like itās there to choose
Find them. And Iām gonna kill them all.
Just forget the wins, itās the rest you use
Ah, okay.
Oh yeah wonāt you follow me into the jungle?
[ Raid ]
Voices: FBI! Everybody on the ground! You! Show me your hands! Show me your hands! Get over there! Go!
Ressler: You remember me? āCause I havenāt forgotten you. Letās make this quick. Whereās Tanida? Where is he?!
[ Ressler shoots guy in leg ]
Ressler: Shh. Whereās Tanida? No, no, no, no, no! English!
Man: Itās a club. Please you didnāt hear it from me.
Ressler: Come on. Stay there!
[ ā« music] Lost my mind in the city of lights No.
In the back street bars, in the neon nights Yep.
Well, I heard the thunder, I could feel the rain
Itās the same religion, just a different name
Oh yeah wonāt you follow me into the jungle?
There aināt no God on these streets
In the heart of the jungle yeah
[ Cowboy follows Jolene into an alley and is about to grab her when Tom comes up behind him and overcomes him ]
Tom: We need to move now.
Liz: Metro P.D. got called in on an 808. They were told two men presented as FBI.
Meera: Ressler and Jonica. Any idea how they slipped their protective detail?
Liz: Heās not answering his cell.
Meera: How did they know to come here? MPD, with full resources of the FBI we didnāt even know this place existed.
Liz: You and I both know how they got here.
Red: No, I understand, but I donāt care about the Prince ā¦ No, no, no, no, no The 22nd ā¦ That was our agreement ā¦ Christina, I donāt care about production issues. Please just figure it out by the 22nd.
[ Liz gets in car ]
Liz: Ressler where is he? I know he came to you. I know you told him about that hospital.
Red: Agent Ressler came to me for assistance, which I provided.
Liz: You sent him after Tanida.
Red: No. I provided a bit of direction in an otherwise blind pursuit.
Liz: Heās not like you. He canāt just murder someone in cold blood and come out of it okay on the other end.
Red: Nobody can murder someone in cold blood and come out okay on the other end.ā¤
Liz: We need your help. We have to find Tanida before Ressler does. Weāve looked through his financials, his prison contacts, the brother, who ā Tensei? The reborn.
Red: Heās dead.
Liz: What do you mean, heās dead? Aiko Tanida is running his brotherās empire.
Red: Aiko Tanida died the day his brother was captured by Resslerās task force. Anyone who tells you otherwise doesnāt know the difference between a water buffalo and a musk ox.
Ressler: Mako Tanida! Agent Donald Ressler. Letās go for a drive.
Liz: Reddington says Aiko Tanidaās dead; died the same night his brother was apprehended by Resslerās task force.
Meera: No, we have documented proof he escaped, evidence from then ā
Liz: It was falsified. We need to review what happened that night. Think about it ā no oneās seen or heard from the guy in four years. Our last known photograph is older than that. Aiko Tanidaās not hiding. Heās dead. We need to review the case files. Someone else is running Tanidaās business.
Meera: This is the incident report from the NPA in Japan.
Cooper: What am I looking for?
Meera: Most of the details support our own investigation. The vehicle carrying Aiko Tanida was ambushed. Only the driverās body was found.
Liz: āMost of the detailsā? What did we miss?
Meera: Well, there was somebody else in the car. The NPA report makes a reference to an American federal agent accompanying the transport vehicle.
Cooper: What federal agent?
Liz: Bobby Jonica. Jonica was on the task force. He had intimate knowledge of Tanidaās enterprise. He knew everything key players, trade routes, distribution hookups. And he was able to avoid detection by making us believe Aiko Tanida was still alive. Jonica is Tensei.ā¤
Tom: Who contracted you?
Jolene: This isnāt right.
Tom: Who? Was it Younes? Salumbides? We shouldnāt have brought him [Cowboy] here. Was it Reddington?
Jolene: Somebody might have seen you.
Tom: You know what? Youāre right. I shouldāve let him grab you and drag you off to God knows where.
Jolene: I can handle myself just fine.
Tom: You werenāt. But youāre welcome.
Jolene: Heās not gonna talk.
Tom: It was Reddington.
Jolene: You donāt know that.
Tom: You donāt know that! Do you know that this whole thing is because of you that weāre here with him? You never should have come to my house in the first place ā
Jolene: I was following orders.
Tom: And you never should have talked to my wife.
Jolene: What are we gonna do about him?
Tom: You really donāt get it, do you what heās doing? Wujing. The Alchemist.
Jolene: What are you talking about?
Tom: The cases ā Reddington used them to track you down, to get to you, to me. That means that you are compromised, and if youāre compromised, then itās only a matter of time before your trail leads to me.
Jolene: Thatās not gonna happen.
Tom: Call my wife. Get her on the phone. Disengage.
Jolene: Disengage?
Tom: Disengage. Tell her that youāre not looking for a place anymore, that your boyfriend got a job offer, and youāre moving to Dayton.
Cowboy: Donāt do it. As soon as you hang up that phone, heās gonna kill you, then heās gonna kill me. Donāt make that call.
Tom: Says the man tied to a chair. Do it.
Jolene: [Calls] Hi, Liz. Itās Jolene. Um Iā I hope you havenāt gotten in touch with your realtor friend yet. The craziest thing just happened. Uh, my fiancĆ© got a job in Dayton, of all places, So, um, major bummer. Uh, say goodbye to Tom for me, okay? There. Happy now? Ohh!
[Tom suffocates Jolene/Lucy]
Tom: Okay. Now you. [ Shoots Cowboy ] [[Nice guy]]
Bobby: Hey. You okay? Hey, Donny, weāre doing the right thing here.
Tanida: How long did it take for your girlfriend to bleed out? You must be filled with rage.
Ressler: You have no idea.
Tanida: Maybe I do.
Bobby: Hey, just keep it to yourself back there, huh?
Tanida: Do you remember the night we met? The arrest, taking away me and my brother. That was the last I saw of him. The last anyone saw of him.
Bobby: Thatās a very sad story. Donāt listen to him, Donny. Hey, shut up back there.
Tanida: Raimo and Maguire ā I am satisfied they knew nothing That leaves the two of you. You think I did all this because you arrested me?
Bobby: I said shut up back there!
Tanida: You were doing your job. I respected that. What I do not respect is that you killed my brother.
Bobby: Just shut your mouth!
Tanida: Took my business.
Ressler: Bobby, what is he talking ā
Bobby to Tanika: Not one more word out of you!
Ressler: Bobby, talk to me. Talk to me.
Bobby: Never mind him, Don. Donāt listen to him.
Tanika: Heās gonna kill both of us!
Bobby: Shut up!
[ Ressler grabs Donny. Struggle for gun ]
Ressler: Donny, let go!
[ Struggle. Car crashes ā¦ Ressler comes to in overturned car, still has gun. Tanida is cuffed to inside of car. Ressler sees Bobby struggling up incline in snow to get away, kicks out window and pursues him. Overtakes him ]
Ressler to Bobby: Donāt move, brother. Donāt even breathe.
Liz: He picked up Tanida. After that, nothing. We found his cell in his apartment. The GPS in his car has been deactivated. Heās off the grid.
Cooper: Prince Georgeās county. Ressler has a place there. Itās where he was going with Audrey. If he wants to be alone ā Get there now.
Bobby: What are you doing, Donny? Come on. Doesnāt have to be like this. You got to understand me, Donny. Iām chasing scumbags all around the world, making millions of dollars. Come on, Donny. This is me. What are you telling me ā the boy scoutās gonna kill his best friend?
Ressler: āBest friend.ā Couple months back, I was in this hospital. Iād been shot. Sitting in there for days, all alone. And Audrey just pops into my head. Couldnāt have been more than an hour later, she walks in. Itās like the universe tilted and brought her to me, like it was fated to happen. But It wasnāt fate. You know why? Reddington. I can tell you this because youāre gonna die. I work with Reddington. Believe it or not, I was shot protecting him. Thatās why I was in that hospital. Itās because of Reddington that Audrey came back into my life. Heās why I got three more months with her. And because of you sheās gone. My greatest enemy brought her back to me, and my best friend took her away!ā¤
Bobby: No, no. Donny, youāre wrong. I didnāt kill Audrey. Tanida did. Donāt!
Ressler: No, you brought this down on us, on Pete and on Sam. Youāre gonna do the honorable thing. Or Iāll kill you myself.
[ FBI SUVs come upon over-turned car (also an SUV). They get out ]
Liz: Call an ambulance. Set a perimeter.
[ Ressler tosses Bobby a long knife ]
Ressler: Pick it up.
Bobby: Thatāll be crazy. Iām not gonna do this. What are you crazy?
Ressler: Pick it up!
Bobby: Iām not gonna do it, Donny! Youāre gonna have to shoot me first! Come on! What are you, crazy?!
Ressler: Pick up the damn knife.
Bobby: No.
Liz: Ressler, no!
Ressler: Theyāre all dead, Liz. Audreyās gone.
Liz: This isnāt the way.
Ressler: What if he killed Tom? What would you do?
Liz: Listen to me if you do this, youāre gonna go to jail for the rest of your life.
Bobby: Do it, Donny. Do it. Go ahead, Donny. Donny, pull the trigger.
Liz: Donāt listen to him.
Bobby: You know what theyāll do to me in prison, Donny. A dirty cop ā I canāt do that, Donny.
Ressler: Come on. Pick it up.
Liz: Put down the gun, Ressler!
Bobby: Come on. Pull the trigger.
Ressler: Pick it up! Do it! Pick it up.
Bobby: Pull the trigger, Donny.
Liz: Donāt listen to him.
Bobby: Sheās dead because of me, Donny! Do it! Pull the trigger!
Ressler: Pick it up! Pick it up.
[ Ressler shoots, but intentionally misses him. He turns to leave with Liz ]
Bobby: Donny, come on. Donny Iām sorry, Donny. Donny.
[ Bobby takes knife and plunges it into his abdomen ] [ Men are hosing down overturned vehicle. Ressler sees Bobbyās handcuffs are open and he is gone ]
[ ā« music] Strange face with your eyes so pale and sincere underneath,
you know well you have nothing to fear
for the dreams that came to you when you were young
told of a life where spring has sprung
you would seem so frail in the cold of the night
when the armies of emotion go out to fight
[ Donald is at home. Knock on door. Man hands Donald a box. Inside is the severed head of Mako Tanida, with a note ā¦ (see below) ]
[ At the Ballet, dancers talking as Red sits in theatre watching performance of Swan Lake, alone except for Dembe a few rows back ]
Dancer: Heās one of our biggest donors. Never comes to any other performance. Same show on the same day every year. They say his daughter was in the show years ago.
Christina: Ladies, youāre paid to dance, not to gossip.
āŖ You sail to the sky
[ In the dark, Tom is burying Jolene and Cowboy ]
Red: The cowboy, have you found him?
Dembe: No.
Red: The girl?
Dembe: Nothing. Both of them theyāre gone.
āŖ Ooh so forget this cruel world
[ Tom is showering. A small amount of blood is flowing down the drain ]
Liz: Hey.
Tom: Hey.
Liz: Mind if I join you?
Tom: Not at all.
Liz: How was your day?
Tom: Letās talk about anything but that. Like that girl Jolene.
Liz: What about her?
Tom: Did, uh, did Ellie find her a place?
Liz: I guess itās not happening. She called me and left a message said her fiancĆ© got a job in Dayton.
Tom: Huh. So, what sheās just ā Gone?
Liz: I guess so. Iām kind of glad. I saw the way she looked at you. Come here. Kiss me, āTim,ā or whatever your name is.
āŖ Lend a hand and lift me to your place in the cloud
Voiceover:
Red: āDonald, I want you to know that I do understand how you feel.ā(From Mr. Reddington)
āThere is nothing that can take the pain away.
But eventually, you will find a way to live with it.
There will be nightmares.
And every day, when you wake up, it will be the first thing you think about.
Until one day It will be the second thing.ā[ ā« Music from Swan Lake ends the episode http://bit.ly/1PkgHxT (YouTube) ]
END 1:16 āāā
[[ Diego Klattenhoffās performance in this episode was incredible ]]Ā
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š“ Episode 1:17 Ivan
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š“ Episode 1:17 Ivan
First aired: 3/24/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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NBC Episode Summary: http://bit.ly/1LiXXho
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1hMg8lX
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, JR Orci, Amanda Kate Shuman
Directed by: Randy Zisk
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Episode 1:17 Ivan
Blurb: A famous hacker, Ivan, is blamed for gaining access to a super-secret government project which allows a single interface to disable an entire city. But Ivan says itās not him. Then, who? Plus, the Sorrento music box.
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[ A man is working in a computer center when the printers begin spewing paper, screens flashing ]
That you, Wilson? Hello? What the hell? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Damn it!
[ He disables the computers, as best he can, pulling out cables etc ]
[ Same man, walking outside, talking on cell ]
Man: David, itās me. We have a serious problem. The network was breached. I think they got the project files. Iām headed to the backup site with the prototype now.
[ Someone somewhere else, at another computer showing traffic, hits a key and a car swerves out of control and crashes ]
[ Walking in park, Red and Dembe encounter Mr Kaplan. Red greets her with a big hug. Red squeezes the fabric of her jacket ]
Red: Good morning, Mr. Kaplan.
Mr Kaplan: Gentlemen.
Red: Oh, my God, what is this?
Mr Kaplan: VicuƱa, 100%.
Red: How do I get one?
Mr Kaplan: Put it on your Christmas list, and if youāre good ā
Red: Okay. Letās see what we have here. Your ability to locate a crime scene never ceases to amaze. Youāre like a human bloodhound.
Mr Kaplan: Iāve been called worse.
Red: How long?
Mr Kaplan: Judging by the rate of decay, eight days, plus or minus. The female died of strangulation. Male ā gunshot wound to the chest, close range. If youād like a ballistic analysis, Iāll need to perform a field autopsy.
Red: As much as Iād love to see that, it wonāt be necessary. The whodunit has already been solved. Perhaps another time, though.
Mr Kaplan: All right.
Red: I donāt want any indication that we ever set foot here, ā so please put it all back the way you found it.
Mr Kaplan: Of course, dearie.
Dembe: How do you want to handle this, Raymond?
Red: Your phone. Iād like to report a missing person.
Liz: Oh, it was supposed to be a surprise.
Tom: Iām sorry, what is this?
Liz: I canāt believe you teach fourth grade and have such little knowledge of pop culture.
Tom: Iām sorry, I have no idea what youāre talking about.
Liz: That is Uncle Flippo. Trust me on this, flashlight butt will get you some serious cred.
Tom: Come on, now, letās be fair. I have cred.
Liz: Oh, yeah, says the man carrying the lunch box.
āā
[ Knock on door ]
Debarros: Mr. Keen?
Tom: Mmāhmm.
Debarros: Detective Debarros with Metro PD. Got a moment to talk about Jolene Parker?
āā
Liz: How long has she been missing?
Debarros: I was hoping you could help me with that question. When was the last time you saw or spoke with her?
Tom: Um must have been last Sunday, right? No, uh, Saturday.
Liz: I ran into her outside. She was looking for an apartment in the neighborhood, so I referred her to a friend whoās a realāestate agent.
Tom: But then she called back to say sheād changed her mind and that she was moving to Dayton with her fiancĆ©.
Debarros: Wasnāt aware she had a fiancĆ©. You have a name?
Tom: Uh, no, Iām afraid not.
Debarros: You work with Miss Parker, is that correct? Weāre talking to all her colleagues.
Tom: Well, she, uh, subbed for Mr. Sinnard for a few weeks, but ā
Debarros: Were you close?
Tom: Uh, nānot particularly, no.
Liz: Have you already searched her residence?
Debarros: Manager at the apartment hasnāt seen her in about a week. If she was planning to move, she didnāt give notice.
āā
Liz: If thereās anything more we can do, please donāt hesitate to ask.
Debarros: I appreciate that. My, uh, number. If you hear from her or anything comes up.
Tom: Of course.
Liz: Youāre late.
Red: Sorry. Something came up.
Liz: Is everything all right?
Red: Yeah, fine.
Liz: What is all this?
Red: Just a little restoration.ā¤
Liz: Of what? The timing mechanism for an explosive device?
Red: Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Liz: Should I be worried?
Red: Yes. But not about this.
Liz: What am I looking at?
Red: A car accident. Killed the driver, Nathan Platt.
Liz: Why am I looking at it?
Red: Because it was no accident. The crash was engineered by a notorious cyber criminal known only as Ivan, or Ivan.
Liz: Please. And you know this how?
Red: Iāve had some experience with the man. He stole from me. His brother and I spent a delightful evening sharing stories over a plate of meat jelly and half a gallon of vodka. All the while, Ivan had his hand in my wallet.
Liz: My job isnāt to settle your grudges, so Iām gonna need a little more than your gut instinct that Ivan was involved.
Red: How about a confession? Ivan took credit for the hit in some deep, dark recess of the internetā a place only inhabited by scary people and reckless teenagers. A place where curiosity inevitably kills the cat.
Liz: So, Ivan ran some guy off the road. Or are you thinking itās something a little more sophisticated?
Red: Given his technological skills, he wouldnāt even need to get his hands dirty. Ivanās had a very long careerā Russian markets, selling off government secrets, disrupting Siberian pipelines.
Liz: It sounds like his beefās with Moscow.
Red: This is the first time Ivanās ever struck on US soil, a fact that should have you all very concerned, because whatever he has planned, this is only the very beginning.
Liz: Hereās the information we have on our victim. Nathan Gregory Platt, 43, employed at Roys TV Repair since ā09. No wife, no kids.
Ressler: And no affiliation with any government agencies or connections to Russian business interests. Doesnāt fit with Ivanās MO.
Aram: If I could take a look at that carās ECU, I might be able to confirm whether it was electronically manipulated.
Cooper: Do it.
āā
Liz: Aram.
Aram: Whatās up?
Liz: I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I need to pull the phone records for this number. The nameās Jolene Parker. Thank you.
Junk Dealer: Letās see. Inventory number 760209. Here we are.
Liz: Thanks, weāll take it from here. āā Hey, can I ask you something? Why are you here?
Ressler: Iām assessing evidence.
Liz: Thereās no shame in taking a couple days off. I mean, if it were me, I wouldnāt want to be here.
Ressler: Job takes my mind off Audrey.
Aram: Hey, guys. This thing was definitely tampered with. The airbag deployed before the crash, not after. Thereās a message in the can bus deliberately left here for someone to find.
Ressler: What is it?
Liz: Okay, translation, please?
Aram: Itās binary. It spells āIvan.ā His digital signature.
Ressler: Whatās that?
Liz: Iām not sure. Any ideas?
Aram: Looks like some kind of RF shielding and a passive satellite tracking system.
Ressler: Doesnāt look like something youād find lying around Royās TV Repair. Our victimās been moonlighting.
Liz: We should take it to the Computer Forensics Lab.
[ Two SUVs pull up ]
Officer: Step away from the car. Now! Get away from the car.
[ Another SUV pulls up. Cooper steps out ]
Galarza: This areaās restricted
Cooper: Not to me, it isnāt.
Galarza: And you are?
Cooper: Assistant Director Harold Cooper. Who the hell are you?
Galarza: Agent in charge Galarza, NSA Special Projects.
Cooper: Why are you detaining my people, Agent Galarza?
Galarza: Your people had a piece of stolen technology in their possession.
Cooper: Everyone all right?
Ressler: Case was busted open when we found it. Whatever was inside was taken from the crash scene.
Cooper: What kind of classified tech are we talking about?
Galarza: Unless you have TS/SCI Vigil Clearance, Iām not at liberty to say. Why is a special FBI task force investigating a car accident?
Cooper: Agent Galarza, you and I both know this is no simple car accident. I have information on who killed your man, and if you want that information, youāre gonna have to tell me what he took. So you can either do that now, or we can dance for a few hours while I secure a warrant. But by then, you may have lost another man.
Galarza: Nathan Platt was one of ours ā tailored access operations technician.
Ressler: Which means what, exactly?
Aram: That he didnāt repair TVs for a living.
Cooper: Then what was Platt really working on?
Galarza: This. [ Keys in code. Door slides open ] Project Skeleton Key. David Fisher is our lead engineer. Heāll brief you on the details.
Fisher: Pleased to meet you. The Skeleton Key is the culmination of five years of R&D into state-of-the-art cyber warfare. Itās designed to deliver a knockout blow to enemy infrastructure in wartime. No cruise missiles or boots on the ground. Defense grids, weapons systems, and communications ā the Skeleton Key can cut through the worldās most secure networks with the push of a button.
Liz: So, youāre saying our suspect is now in possession of this device?
Fisher: A prototype for the control module. We just finished it last week. In fact, our whole operation was about to be relocated to a Cybercom Ops Center in Colorado for field testing. Before it went missing.
Red: So, the federal government has armed a cyber terrorist with the digital equivalent of a nuclear warhead. Another fabulous example of your tax dollars at work and yet another reason why I donāt pay taxes.
Liz: Stateās reaching out to the Russians, but getting them to cooperate will be one thing, and actually finding this Ivan will be a separate problem altogether.
Red: Kastrychnitski Rayon. Itās in Minsk, Belarus. Thatās where Ivan is currently.
Liz: Wait, when did you learn this?
Red: Iāve always known this.
Liz: And it didnāt occur to you to say something earlier?
Red: You FBI are such blunt instruments. Lizzie, you donāt just swoop in and arrest a man like Ivan, because you know what heāll tell you once heās in custody? Nothing.
Liz: I assume you have a better idea?
Red: If you want to know what Ivan is up to, you have to get him to share that. Not because he has to, because he wants to.
Liz: How do I do that?
Red: We create a problem for him and then solve it. And to do that, we need to take a field trip.
Red: Perhaps the face escapes you. My card. Allow me to refresh your memory. Grand Cayman Bank account numberā¦ It held approximately $5 million, and then, suddenly, it didnāt. It was a clever hack. Kudos and all that. But Iāve come to collect ā with interest.
Ivan: Sorry, friend. I have no interest.
Red: I wouldnāt go out there if I were you.
Ivan: Is that some kind of a threat?
Red: Yes, but not from me. Seems youāve stirred up the borscht, Ivan. Murdering that NSA troll got the FBI talking to the FSB. Now youāre neck-deep in the beets, Ivan. Theyāve issued an arrest order for you. According to my informant, theyāre en route here now.
Ivan: Of course they are.
Red: Mmm! This piroshki is delicious. My point ā I can secure safe travel for you out of the country ā for a price.
Ivan: Let me guess, $5 million plus interest? Thank you very much. Iāll pass.
[ Police car pulls up outside ]
Red: Oh, thereās my cue. Youāre on your own, comrade.
Ivan: Uh I accept your generous offer.
Red: I thought you might have a change of heart. Shall we? $8 million. I want it transferred to this account.
Ivan: Fine. Letās get out of here.
Red: Not until I have my payment.
Ivan: You canāt be serious. Theyāre gonna be here any moment.
Red: Then youād better type fast.
Ivan: Okay. Done.
Red: See? Do you find all those little fingerprints on the glass distracting, or does that sort of thing not bother you?
Ressler: Stop! Ivan!
[ Red shoots at Ressler. He falls, red seeping across his shirt ]
Ressler: [ Getting up ] You think he bought it?
Meera: Hell, I did.
[ Liz is on laptop computer in darkened living room. Tom walks quietly down steps ]
Liz: Iām sorry. I didnāt want to wake you.
Tom: What are you doing up? Is something wrong?
Liz: Jolene Parker ā her real name is Lucy Brooks.
Tom: What?
Liz: I heard from Detective Debarros. Sheās a wanted criminal.
Tom: Whatās a V-i-C-A-P?
Liz: ViCAP. Itās the Bureauās violent-criminal database. Sheās a convicted felon ā robbery, aggravated assault. Two years ago, her parole officer in Santa Fe reported her missing. Hasnāt been seen since.
Tom: Now she shows up as a substitute teacher in an elementary school ā I mean, how does that even happen?
Liz: I am so sorry.
Tom: What are you sorry for?
Liz: She was here, in our house in our bedroom. And itās because of me.
Tom: Liz, thatās crazy.
Liz: No. If you knew what I do
Tom: What do you mean?
Liz: God, if she had done anything to youā
Tom: Come on, Iām a big boy. I can take care of myself. Donāt beat yourself up. You could never have known this. You never really know people do you?ā¤
Liz: Iām gonna find her ā who she works for. Whoever they are, whatever it takes, Iām gonna find her.
Tom: Liz.
Aram: Uh, Agent Keen. I got that information on Jolene Parkerās phone records.
Liz: Whatād you find?
Aram: You were her last outgoing call. I was able to pull location data from the cell towers. Thatās the address where she called you from ā La Vista Street, over in Brookland.
Liz: Aram, youāre amazing.
Red: So, tell me, Ivan, what are your intentions? I assume you took the Skeleton Key for one of three reasonsā some dastardly deed you have planned, something dastardly someone else has planned, or youāve lined up a buyer and have no idea what they have planned. Iām curious, whatās your price?
Ivan: Honestly, I havenāt given it much thought.
Red: Donāt be coy, Ivan. Whatever the number, I can likely double it. You could probably use the retirement money right about now.
Ivan: You have no idea what Iām talking about, do you? The hack in DC, the NSA agent ā it wasnāt me.
Red: Then who was it?
Ivan: I donāt know, but heās been using my name. Look, my contempt is not for the US. Itās always been with Russia. Last thing I need is a Hellfire drone missile up my zadnitsa, right?
Red: Then if you didnāt do it, who did?
Ivan: Whoever it is, theyāre very good at covering their tracks. I havenāt been able to ID them yet.
Red: Perhaps I could be of some assistance.
Ressler: So, weāve reviewed the information Ivan supplied. It turns out this mystery hacker has only been operating for about three or four months.
Meera: Weāve linked his profile to a recent attack on an encrypted defense network coordinating special-access programs.
Cooper: That would give him intel on black-budget projects. The information alone would be worth millions.
Aram: May also be how he learned about the Skeleton Key in the first place. As if that is not enough, heās also hacked himself access to pay-porn sites and a pile of āMythcrashā gift cards, which is harder than it sounds.
Ressler: He even breached the Social Security Administration to raise benefit payments for someone.
Cooper: Who?
Meera: As you can see, Ms. Lee, your payments went up by $1200 in September.
Ms. Lee: Says who?
Ressler: Social Security Administration. Youāre saying you didnāt notice the extra money?
Lee: Itās directādeposited into my account. I never bother to check the statement. I just balance my checkbook, same as I always do.
Ressler: Any idea of why these payments would have gone up like this?
Lee: I may be old, but Iām not stupid. I know when I am being accused of something, and if you think I had something to do with this, you are mistaken.
Meera: We believe this is the work of a computer hacker. Weāre just trying to figure out what his connection to you might be.
Ms Lee: A computer hacker? I canāt even set my thermostat without the help of my grandson.
Ressler: Your grandson?
Teacher: Okay, you guys will have Number-2 pencils only, no pens this time. Everybody check and make sure your graphing calculators are set to radians. If theyāre not set to radians, youāre gonna have a bad time. Okay. You can begin.
Liz: Hey. You have a second?
Tom: Yeah, whatās up?
Liz: Iām following up some leads on Joleneās case, and I came across an address.
Tom: Whatās the address?
Liz: 1896 LaVista Street. [ Where Tom is now ]
Iāve never heard of it.
Liz: Itās not her home address. Maybe itās her fiancĆ©ās?
Liz: I thought Iād check it out.
Tom: I think youāre cutting out.
Liz: Hey, can you hear me? Tom?
[ Tom quickly strips the room. Liz arrives and enters. They play cat and mouse for awhile, then he knocks her down by pushing door against her, then runs ]
Liz: Aah! [ She gets just a glimpse of him ]
Liz: [ On phone ] The place was ransacked before I got here. Thereās even a cache of burnt documents in a bucket outside, but theyāre ashes now.
Detective: You get a visual on the suspect?
Liz: Male, Caucasian, over sixāfeet. Uh dark hair.
[ Cell phone beeps ]
Liz: Excuse me. Keen.
[ Voice on phone: ] We have a lead on our suspect. Weāre heading over to Lake Hill High School.
Liz: Okay, Iām five minutes behind you. I donāt want to step on any toes, ā
Detective: ā but you want to be looped into the investigation?
Liz: Yeah, if you could copy me on the evidence report once youāve catalogued everything, Iād appreciate it.
Detective: Sure.
[ Voice on Phone ] Bantam Finance, how may I direct your call?
Tom: Iām having a problem with my account ā number Delta Sierra 451.
[ Voice ] Line is secure. Proceed.
Tom: Watch post is compromised. Bona fideās in question. Tell Berlin I was forced to liquidate.
[ High school girl having lunch with friends ]
Girl: What does it say about me that my entire life fits into six cardboard boxes?
Friend: That youāre not hung up on material things?
Girl: Or that Iām boring.
Friend: Do you know anyone in Briargate?
Girl: No. My dad does. Me, not so much. First day is gonna be so awkward. I really hate introducing myself to people.
Friend: Youāll be fine. Itās Colorado ā free weed.
Girl: Itās not free. Itās just legal.
Friend: Well, then, I guess youāre screwed.
[ Ressler and Liz pull up in car and get out ]
Girl: Whatās going on?
Ressler: [ To all in lunch room ] Harrison Lee? Harrison Lee?
[ Harrison has left and gone to locker, gets out computer, logs in and sets off fire alarm. He runs out, as the school lets out ]
Someone: Wait!
[ Intercom: ] Please proceed to the closest emergency exit.
Please proceed to the closest emergency exit.
Some: Move, move, move!
Harrison: Sorry.
Please proceed to the closest emergency exit.
Red: So, how exactly does a 17-year-old kid slip through your fingers?
Liz: He hacked the schoolās security system and activated the automated evac protocols.
Red: If you ever find him, ask him if heād like to earn some extra money.
Weāll find him. Forensics is processing his house, his computer, e-mails, cell records.
Red: Well, it sounds like you have everything well under control, which begs the question, why are you here?
Liz: Have you ever seen this woman?
Red: Hand me that piece right there.
Liz: Her name is Jolene Parker. She was a sub at Tomās school. But as of yesterday morning, sheās a missing person. I found high-end surveillance gear, a cache of documents, burner cells.
Red: Was there any evidence connecting any of this to me?
Liz: No.
Red: Then what exactly would you like me to do?
Liz: Turns out Jolene Parker doesnāt exist. Itās an alias. I want to know who she is, and I want to know why the hell sheās inserted herself into our lives.
Red: I canāt answer that.
Liz: You canāt or you wonāt?
Red: Well, thatās a matter of interpretation.
Liz: Not to me. You said thereās always something youāre not telling me. Just once, Iād like to hear the whole truth from you.
Red: I wish I knew the whole truth.
Liz: You know what? Donāt worry about it. The truth is, I donāt need evidence to connect this to you. Jolene Parker is in my life because of you. None of this happened until you arrived on my doorstep. My life was great ā my marriage, Tom. Thank God I have Tom, because with you, I never know what to believe.
Red: I have never lied to you.ā¤
Liz: How the hell would I know? Have fun with your project.
Aram: Harrison was using some serious layers of encryption on his computer, but I was able to find a hidden partition filled with terabytes of data.
Cooper: Who is she?
Aram: Her nameās Abby Fisher.
Liz: Any relation toā
Yes, sheās the daughter of David Fisher, lead engineer of the Skeleton Key program. And check this out ā sheās enrolled at the same high school as Harrison. The photos look like they were taken from a webcam. He breached her computer, surreptitiously watched her, and it gets worse. He hacked into her cell, e-mail, texts. Hell, he even got into her mp3 collection. He chronicles her every move. Heās stalking her.
Cooper: Get David on the phone.
Liz: Hello? Mr. Fisher, this is Agent Keen. I need to ask you a question about your daughter.
Fisher: I donāt understand.
Liz: Is she familiar with a young man named Harrison Lee ā
Liz: Whoa. Uh, I lost him.
[ Lights go out ]
Ressler: Whatās going on?
Cooper: What happened?
Aram: Iām not sure. Hold on. Doesnāt make sense. All of DC is dark.
Liz: He activated the Skeleton Key.
Abby gets a text: āFrom: Jackie: Come outside. I want to show you something.ā
Abby replies: āThereās a citywide blackout.ā
āJackieā replies: āNot all the lights are out. Trust me.ā
[ Liz and Ressler drive up ]
Fisher: Agent Keen, we got cut off. Whatās wrong?
Liz: We believe Abby may be in danger.
[ They go to her room. Sheās gone ]
Fisher: Where the hell is she?
[ Abby continues to receive texts, including āWatch thisā ā and one by one individual street lights come on to guide her way. She follows them. ]
Ressler: Harrison has the Skeleton Key in his possession, itās how he triggered this blackout. Is there any way to track it?
Fisher: Yes, if itās active.
Aram: The key uses a standard LTE signal, right?
Fisher: You should be able to triangulate his location using cell towers. You just need the IMEI and the ICCID numbers.
Aram: No good. All but one of the cityās towers are offline. Harrison could be anywhere in this fiveāmile radius.
Ressler: How could he cause a city-wide blackout and access cellphone networks?
Fisher: The Skeleton Key gives him precise access to the power gridās distribution sub stations. He can leave what he needs up and running while keeping everything else powered off.
Liz: We could use that. Aram, are any of the sub stations running within your fiveāmile radius?
Aram: Uh, one, and itās pulling a lot of power.
Liz: To where?
Aram: Uh itās a metro station. Green Line, Branch Avenue.
Aram: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Youāll need these. [ Tosses something to Liz ]
Abby: Hello? Jackie, is that you?
Harrison: Abby. Hi.
Abby: Harrison. What are you doing down here?
Harrison: Waiting. For you.
Abby: Okay, this is gonna sound kind of crazy. I was just texting my friend Jackie.
Harrison: You were actually texting with me.
Abby: What do you mean?
Harrison: I just wanted this moment to be private. Just you and me.
Abby: Wāwe donāt even know each other.
Harrison: I feel like I know you. I know that you listen to Jamestown Revival on repeat to fall asleep, that you bite your bottom lip when youāre nervous. Donāt be scared. Iām not gonna hurt you, okay? Iād never hurt you.
Abby: Can I just go home? Can I please just go home?
Harrison: Is that really what you want? I know you donāt want to move to Colorado. I know you want to stay here and finish your senior year. You told that to Jackie in an e-mail.
Abby: How do you know that?
Harrison: Now you donāt have to move anymore. I made that possible. Thisā itās your dadās project. Itās why he was being transferred, why he had to go to Colorado.
Abby: How did you get that?
Harrison: I stole it. And now they canāt continue the program. Donāt you get it? You donāt have to move anymore.
Abby: Why would you do all of this?
Harrison: Because, Abby, I love you.
[ Abby tries to run but he grabs her. She swings around, hitting her head ]
Harrison: Wait! Aah! Abby! Are you okay? Abby, wake up.
[ Harrison panics and runs ā¦ ]
Go! Iāve got her.
Abby? Iām Agent Malik.
Paramedics are on their way to get you, okay?
[ Harrison runs into subway car with Liz in pursuit. He uses his computer to start it moving, quickly building speed ]
Harrison: One step closer and I send this thing off the tracks.
Liz: Harrison, my name is Agent Keen.
Harrison: I have nothing to say to you.
Liz: You spent the last four months coming up with the perfect plan, and right now, nothing is going as expected. All of this, it was a romantic gesture, wasnāt it?
Harrison: She was supposed to fall for me just like I fell for her.
Liz: You must feel like your whole world is falling apart. But it isnāt. We can end this. Right now, you and I.
Harrison: Youāre right. We can. [ He accelerates train ]
Liz: Harrison, no!
Harrison: Itās too late. This trainās gonna crash. I canāt stop the train. Itās impossible to override the control system without access to the Skeleton Key.
Liz: Harrison, I know you feel like this is your only option, but itās not. You have a choice.
Harrison: Choice? Iām a murderer.
Liz: You and I both know that the car accident was only that. An accident. You did not want that man to die, did you? This isnāt what Abby would want.
āā
Harrison: [ Mumbling as he keys in ] ATCS override.
Cooper: How much track does that train have left?
Fisher: About 5,000 yards.
Cooper: Is that enough?
[ Emergency brakes engage. Sparks flying Āøāš„ĀŗĀ°ĀØĀØĀØ*
Liz: Weāre gonna crash.
Cooper: What happened? Did it crash?
Fisher: I donāt know.
[ Train slows and comes to a halt ]
Liz: You guys there?
Meera: Stay put. Weāre coming to get you.
[ Amy is reunited with her father ]
Ressler: Good work.
Liz: Yeah. You too. Hey, you hungry? Tomās cooking tonight, so that means there will be a ton of extra food.
Ressler: Thanks, but I think Iāll just head home.
Liz: You sure?
Ressler: Liz, you have someone waiting for you at home. You donāt have to feel bad about that. See you tomorrow.
Liz: See you tomorrow.
Tom: Hey, babe.
Liz: I need some wine, preferably the entire bottle.
Tom: Oh, no. That bad? Hey, last we talked you were going into Joleneās apartment. What happened? Any word?
Liz: Itās not good. There was evidence of foul play.
Tom: Foul play? What does ā what does that mean?
Liz: Thereās nothing concrete. MPDās still processing the apartment.
Tom: Yeah. Wāwhat do they know? Do they have a suspect?
Liz: They donāt, but when I went to the apartment, there was someone there ā a man. He ā he knocked me down.
Tom: What? Did he hurt you?
Liz: No, Iām fine.
Tom: Are you okay? You were attacked. Liz.
Liz: The police are looking for him.
Tom: Did you get a good look at him, at least?
Liz: I wish.
Tom: Just the thought of someone doing that to you ā hurting you, some stranger. What do you need?
Liz: Wine.
[ Liz opens her computer to view the evidence photos from the crime scene. She sees the flashlight-toy she gave to Tom in one of the evidence photos. She has a series of flashbacks: ]
āWhat is this?ā [ Tom asking about the flashlight-toy ]
āā¦Be careful of your husbandā
āPlease, I didnāt do anythingā
āI can only lead you to the truth. I canāt make you believe itā¦ā
[ Tom notices her change in demeanor ]
Tom: Is everything okay?
Liz: Iām fine. Itās just work.
Tom: You sure?
Liz: Mm.
Tom: āCause I hate to break it to you, but after two years of marriage, I know that that face means youāre upset.
Liz: Iām fine. I promise.
Tom: Really?
Liz: Really.
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Blacklist 1:17 Sorrento Music Box ā Slideshow (8:01 mins)
Liz: You were right.
Red: Come in.
Liz: Whatās this?
Red: Itās a 1940s Sorrento music box.
Liz: I know this song. When I was a little girl, I had these terrible nightmares. I remembered flashes of- of fire and smoke. God, so much smoke. My dad would lay in bed with me and hold me in his arms and hum that song. Heād tell me I was safe ā that everything was gonna be okay. You spent days building that damn thing. You knew about the song. My father.ā¤ You knew Iād find out the truth. And you wanted me to know that everything is going to be okay.
Red: Youāre going to be okay.ā¤
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ā« The Anniversary Waltz
By Vera Lynn (1941)āŖ We just discovered each other
Tonight when the lights were low
One dance led up to another
And now I canāt let you goāŖ So tell me I may always dance
The āAnniversary Waltzā with you
Tell me this is real romance
An anniversary dream come trueāŖ Let this be the answer
To our future years
Through millions of smiles
And a few little tears
May I always listen to
The Anniversary Waltz
With youāŖ Let this be the answer
To our future years
Through millions of smiles
And a few little tears
May I always listen to
The Anniversary Waltz
With youā¦Lyrics: http://bit.ly/1J1Tr3W
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1J1Ul0d (sung by Vera Lynn)
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1NhJ6a8 (on a small music box)
The Blacklist Theory (Tumblr): The Sorrento Music Box (analytic essay) http://bit.ly/1HUbHdV
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š“ Episode 1:18 Milton Bobbit
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š“ Episode 1:18 Milton Bobbit
First aired: 3/31/2014
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/1NEsCpN
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1NEsvue
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Daniel Voll
Directed by: Stephen Adelson
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Episode 1:18 Milton Bobbit
Blurb: A rash of suicide/murder cases leads the team to Milton Bobbit, horribly maimed, addicted and terminally ill as the result of a botched clinical trial.
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[ A woman gets in a cab ]
Woman: LaGuardia.
Hey, honey. Itās mom. [ On phone ] Iām on my way. Yeah, Iāll be there before bedtime to tuck you in. [ To driver: ] Oh, God! What are you doing?! Hey, slow down! Hey, slow down! What are you doing?! Oh! Oh! Why are you ā Let me out of the car! Let me out! Oh, God, oh, God! Just let me out! I said, slow down! What are you doing?
Cab driver: Iām sorry, Miss Mitchell.
Woman: How do you know my name? Why are you doing this to me?! Let me out! Let me out! Oh, God! [ Cab crashes ]
Man: Hi. Iād like to make a wire transfer, please.
[ Once at home, amid hanging sacks of soil with mushrooms growing from them, he strips to his jockey shorts, removes his artificial nose, puts on light-blocking goggles and settles in with a smoothie with mushrooms among the ingredients. His skin is covered with open cuts and sores ]
[ ā« music] ā¦
keep in the dark to stay out of the light
keep in the dark to stay out of the light
keep in the dark to stay out of the light
just sleeping in the sunlight
oohāoohāoohāooh oohāoohāooh
turn off your light, letās step into the dark
sleep away the light that shines into her
save your face and keep your hands
firmly pressed into the earth
Tom: Okay. Here we are. My world-famous pancakes. Gluten-free.
[ TV: ] āŖ I donāt give a damn ā who led who on ā
Tom: You okay? Whatāsā whatās wrong?ā
Liz: Nothing. Iām just feeling a little wonky.
Tom: Uh-huh. Some of the kids at school have the flu. I hope I didnāt give you something.
[ TV: ] āŖ if you could tell the new man,
please to hang up my shirt as he takes it off your shoulders ā itās the least he could do ā. if weāre gonna share you ā
[ Tom kneels down ]
Tom: Elizabeth
Liz: What are you doing?
Tom: Will you marry me?
[ TV: ] āŖ and Iām sorry but Iām beginning to hate your face
Tom: I want to renew our wedding vows.
[ TV: ] āŖ itās a face ā that always seems to put me in my place ā
Tom: So will you marry me?
[ TV: ] āŖ Itās a face
Liz: Yes!
Tom: Yes?
[ TV: ] āŖ thatās as pretty as it is empty
Liz: I love you so much.
Tom: Okay. We will talk about this tonight.
Liz: I am so late. But, uh, I love you.
[ ā« music] into which all my words disappear without a trace
oh, donāt you know that youāre youāre gonna reap what you sow?
oh, that sass is gonna come back to bite you in the ass
[ Liz wrecks apartment ā photos, dishes fly everywhere ]
Red: I come bearing giftsā pimento cheese sandwiches, toasted with the crusts cut off. Eartha Kittās recipe. Itās a fantastic story.
Liz: What do you know about Tom?
Red: Lizzie, Iām not sure if I can shed anyā
Liz: No! Weāre not doing that. Not today. You have been threatening to tell me the truth about my husband since the day we met, and Iām ready to listen. What do you know?
Red: Little more than you. Several years ago, it came to my attention that somebody was meddling in my business. To protect myself and my interests, I inventoried my vulnerabilities.
Liz: Me.
Red: Among others. Lizzie, Iāve been monitoring Tom since he entered your life. About a year ago, I discovered that he had purchased three passports from a trusted forger I use in Warsaw.
Liz: Thatās it? He bought passports? My husband chose me. He inserted himself into my life because of you.
Red: I can only assume thatās the case.
Liz: Why? How are we connected?
Red: That is just a distraction.
Liz: No, that is all that matters!ā¤ This is my life! Tell me!
Red: Right now, the only thing that matters is the immediate threatā your husbandā finding out who he is and who he works for. The rest will come. I promise you.
Liz: Whatās this?
Red: Surveillance footage, taken by the people who were hired to watch you and Tom.
Liz: The apple man. You watched them?
Red: Some. Enough. Perhaps youāll see something that I could not.
Tom: He wants to renew our vows.
Red: Things are unraveling for him. Heās desperate to keep you close. I think youāve been presented with a unique opportunity. The people Tom works for are obviously very cautious. They operate slowly from the shadows. Iāve spent years tracking them, to no avail. We now have a chance to draw them out. Things will have to appear normal to Tom, to Cooper, and the others. Which is why youāll need a case.
Yesterday in Brooklyn, a taxi drove into the back of a truck under the 86th Street L Train, killing the driver and his female passenger. Itās being reported as an accident, but I suspect, in fact, it may be murder, the work of The Undertaker. Heās a broker of death, a man who somehow convinces ordinary people to kill on his behalf. Murder/suicide is his signature. How he recruits, nobody knows, but if this accident is his work, it gives you a rare glimpse into the way he operates and a chance to find him.
Cochran: Iāll be back in DC on Thursday. Have Senator Chapmanās Office set a lunch. We can talk about it then. Have the Committee Chairman join us, as well. Tell him itās mandatory. Yes. Uhāhuh. Yes. You have my word. Nothing will happen before then. Okay.
Woman: You Bennett Cochran?
Cochran: I am. Hey, hey. What the hell?
Woman: Please forgive me. I have a brother.
Cochran: Hey!
Liz: Bennett Cochran was killed by a woman who was mentally unstable, Dee Torres. Local police consider both cases accidentalā a runaway cab and a woman suffering from a mental break. But according to Reddington, these are assassination by suicide. They call him āThe Undertaker,ā a man who somehow turns ordinary people into contract killers. Reddington believes that, in all of these cases, the killer died along with the victim.
Ressler: Complete strangers in different cities, assassins who canāt talk because theyāre dead. Liz: Thatās what heās selling to his clientsā the perfect murder.
Ressler: Who are his clients? Who hires this guy, and who does he work for?
Liz: According to Reddington, he contracts with clients around the world ā anyone interested in hiring a killer without the slightest possibility of it ever tracing back to them.
Cooper: Start with the killersā families. See what they know.
Messenger: Hey, Milt. One for the morgue, bro.
Wahidās wife: Wahid worked seven days a week. I begged him, slow down, scale back. He wouldnāt have any of it.
Liz: Iām sure you have bills, like everyone else. He probably feltā
Wife: No. Wahid didnāt have to work, not since Haroon passed.
Ressler: Haroon?
Wife: Wahidās uncle in Pakistan. I didnāt even know he had an uncle.
Ressler: He left you money?
Wife: Yes. We only received the inheritance a few months ago. He was beginning to forget things. Maybe it was worse than I thought. I blame myself. He shouldnāt have been behind that wheel.
Ressler: We found a connection. The killers both had terminal illnesses. They were gonna die.This is Wahid Daviās brain scan. He had a rapidly accelerating brain tumor. And Dee Torres ā her autopsy showed she had late-stage cervical cancer, less than a month to live.
Cooper: The undertaker recruits the terminally ill as assassins?
Liz: Yes. And both killers had additional problemsā dementia, mental instabilityā conditions that made it possible for the police to explain away the events.
Meera: Well, they also had motives. Their families are now suddenly free from financial hardship. The cabbie received an unexpected inheritance, and Dee Torres ā her brother is now getting around-the-clock care, thanks to ghost payments from an anonymous foundation in Oregon.
Cooper: These killings are being financed. I donāt give a damn where the moneyās going. I want to know where itās coming from. Get into this guyās financial life.
Bobbit: Cigarette?
Danny: Not supposed to smoke in here.
Bobbit: What are they gonna do? Kill you?
Danny: I paid 21 years. When I reapplied, they said my rates had doubled because I had a heart condition. Couldnāt afford it.
Bobbit: Well, what I want to offer you is something better than life insurance, Danny ā the promise that everyone you love will be taken care of ā your mortgage, so Claire wonāt lose the house on Crestview, tuition, so Carolyn can afford college.
Danny: Who are you?
Bobbit: Total value of what Iām offering paid out over the lifetimes of your wife and daughter would be ā
Danny: Keep talking.
Tom: Craig?
Craig: Come here, brother!
Tom: What the hell are you doing here?
Craig; What is all this?
Liz: You said you wanted to renew our vows.
Tom; Yeah.
Liz; Thereās no time like the present.
Ellie: I canāt believe you guys are getting married twice before I get married once.
Tom: Yeah. We just talked about it yesterday.
Tom: So, Craig, when did you get in?
Craig: Liz called me this morning. I got the first flight out.
Liz: Work has been insane, and weāve had to put so many things off, and Iām not doing it anymore. I want to marry this man!
Craig: Cheers!
Liz: Now, go get dressed. And, oh, just make sure he shaves. Iām not marrying George Michael.
[ Liz hides a glass ]
Tom: You shouldnāt be here.
Craig: Yeah? You think I didnāt try? You know what? You should thank me. I called you the minute I knew.
Tom: Yeah. Lot of good that did.
Craig: She was asking about our parents.
Tom: The accident?
Craig: Yeah. The accident, Tucson. I think she knows.
Tom: No. She doesnāt know anything.
Craig: You honestly donāt see it, do you? How far in over your head you are. She knows exactly what sheās doing. This chick is smart.
Tom: Look, man. Relax. I know what I am doing. I know how to read this woman. Why do you think I asked her to renew our vows? To get her in bed? Come on. Give me a break.
Craig: Yeah? Well, I hope your BS is exceptional today because in less than five minutes, youāre gonna fall in love all over again.
Tom: Thanks, brother.
Tom: When Iām with you, Liz, I feel like I donāt need to pretend. I know that you accept me for who I really am, and thatās a gift that I thank God for every day. And thatās all I got.
Liz: Tom, everyone. Thing is, when you asked me to renew our vows, I thought it was odd. And then I realized how much weāve been through in such a short time.So much has changed. But the more I thought about it, I realized this is the beginning of something amazing, a new chapter, a new us. And I wanted to take this opportunity to stand in front of you and all of our friends, everyone we love, and tell you how excited I am about whatās coming next because I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride.
Craig: Okay. By the power vested in me by the online Universal Life Church I once again pronounce you husband and wife. This is the kissing part.
Tom: Yeah, yes.
Craig: You kiss. Yes. Kiss.
[ ā« music?] so, you feel entitled to a sense of control
and make decisions that you think are your own
you are a stranger here, why have you come?
why have you come?
lift me higher, let me look at the sun
look at the sun
and once I hear them clearly say
who, who who are you really?
and where are you going?
well, I have nothing left to prove
ācause I got nothing left to lose
see me bare my teeth for you
Who, who are you?
[ Liz looks at Apple Manās surveillance videos. She sets up new evidence board on white board, linking Tom, Gina Zanetakos, Craig, Jolene Parker, Viktor Fokin ā¦ ]
Dembe: Raymond said you needed something.
Liz: Could you have him run these prints, get me a name?
Liz: What?
Dembe: This paint ā what color is it?
Liz: Itās called āChicago Skyline.ā
Dembe: Nice.
Aram: I looked into the accounts of the two suicide killers, and I found a common thread. Both accounts are receiving funds from a bank in the Caymans notorious for laundering money.
Meera: The Undertakerās bank account.
Aram: Better. I think I uncovered his payment network. Look at this. Dozens of accounts from all around the world, all receiving some form of payment.
Liz: Heās been doing this for years. Itās in Boston, Tokyo, Seattle, Mexico City.
Ressler: Gotta be payouts in the tens of millions.
Liz: A network of dead assassins.
Aram: Not all of them. Danny Moss, 54, resident of Dorchester, Mass. sent wire transfer instructions to the same Cayman bank that funds the other accounts.
Liz: Let me guess ā Danny is dying.
Aram: Congestive heart failure.
Cooper: Get a unit to his house, now.
Liz: Moss isnāt home. Wife said he left the house 20 minutes ago.
Ressler: Where did she say he was going?
[ Campaign event ]
Candidate Wright: You have my commitment to rolling up my sleeves every day and working for you and for this great city. Thank you. Thank you, everybody. Thank you. Appreciate it.
Voice: Weāre with you!
[ Ressler and Liz drive up, run in ]
Wright: Make sure I get the photo op, so that they can know me, okay?
Voice: Yeah, youāre right.
Moss: Mr. Wright?
Wright: Do I know you?
Moss: Iām sorry. I am really sorry.
Liz: Danny, stop! Danny! Stop! ā Back up! FBI! ā
Ressler: FBI! Back up! FBI! ā
Liz: Danny, stop! ā Back up! Please. This isnāt how your wife or daughter want to remember you.
Danny: Please. This is for my family.
Wright: I donāt even know you.
Ressler: Put the gun down.
Liz: Whatever heās paying you, it isnāt worth it. We can help. Donāt do this.
Moss: Are you gonna take care of my family?
Liz: Is this really how you want to die?
[ Location: UNIVERSITY OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY EL SALVADOR ]
Woman: Professor, someone to see you.
Red: Cvetko, you rascal. You wouldnāt believe how hard it is to find a Bosnian in San Salvador.
Vlad: Wish it was harder.
Red: Oh, this looks rather ghoulish. Vlad, I need your help identifying somebody.
Vlad: Canāt help.
Red: Of course you can. I have a fingerprint. Benson ran it, got a name.
Vlad: Benson ā thereās your problem.
Red: She says the print belongs to a Craig Keen. Well, Craig Keen is an alias ā a very good one at that, complete with a credit rating, school and medical records, passports with a long history ā all the trimmings.
Vlad: No.
Red: What do you know about touch DNA?
Vlad: I said no.
Red: I know very little, but as I understand it, itās possible to actually lift tissue cells from a fingerprint and run the DNA?
Vlad: Is that right? You slept with my wife.
Red: How is Fadila? Vlad, it was a mistake. I can easily blame it on the hashish and the grappa, but the truth isā may I speak freely? Youāre better off without her. Sheās fickle. Iām sorry, but this business with the fingerprintā itās important.
Vlad: Do you still have that little villa in Dubrovnik?
Red: I do.
Vlad: A weekend there with Fadila. She would love it.
Red: I canāt understand why you insist on chasing that woman. All right. The villa is yours. And if it doesnāt work out with Fadila, I know a ravishing Dane who would adore you. Sheās slightly cross-eyed and thereās something very hypnotic about her gaze.
Liz: Keen.
Red: Howās your case developing, Lizzie?
Liz: We have one of the assassins in custody. Weāre taking him in for questioning now.
Red: Have you figured out how he selects them, the common denominator?
Liz: Theyāre all sick. We know from their autopsies theyāre terminally ill.
Red: Well, there you have it. You only know these assassins were ill because of their autopsies and police reports. You know after theyāre already dead. But somehow, The Undertaker knows before. Find out how he knows that, and youāll find your man. Where are we with Craig? Is he still in town?
Liz: Aāas far as I know.
Red: Good. Find him. Watch him.
Liz: Did you find his name?
Red: Yes. I think itās time for the three of us to have a little chat.
[ Craig enters apartment. Liz slams him with door. Fight. She prevails. Points gun at him ]
Liz: Hey, Craig. Can we talk? ā
[ Liz has Craig handcuffed to sink pipes ]
Liz: Who do you work for?
Craig: I donāt know what youāre talking about.
Liz: Who do you work for?!
Craig: Please, look. This has got to be some ā Aah!
Liz: I know who you are.
Craig: Aah!
Liz: I know about the time you did at Wasco. I know about the warrants. I know about you, Christopher Maly.
Craig: I donāt know who the hell ā
Liz: Somebody provided you with an identity, a history, embedded you into my life. I want to know who, and I want to know why.
Craig: This is a mistake. You have no idea who youāre dealing with.
Liz: I never did like you
Liz: [ On phone ] Ressler, hey, whatās up? Yeah. Of course. No. Iāll be right there.
Craig: You didnāt exactly think this through, did you?
Liz: Actually I did.
Red: Looks like weāre a little late to the party. You must be the brotherāinālaw.
Liz: Ressler called. I have to step out. He isnāt cooperating.
Red: Oh, hell. Dembe, get the hacksaw. Weāre gonna have to take him out of here in pieces. Iām just kidding. Weāll get old Christopher to talk. Whoās up for a field trip?
Ressler: I interviewed Danny Moss. He canāt ID the guy who put him up to the shooting. But get thisā he offered Danny a cigarette.
Liz: So?
Ressler: Reddington said this guy knows his assassins are sick before he recruits them. This guy knew Danny had heart failure. This guy knew he smoked. How did he know that?
Meera: He somehow had access to his medical files.
Liz: How? His doctors?
Ressler: Thatās what I thought. But Dee Torres, Danny Moss ā the assassins all had different doctors.
Meera: Insurance companies have access.
Ressler: They all had different health plans.
Liz: What about life insurance?
Aram: Hold on. Hey. Wahid Davi, Dee Torres, and Danny Moss all had lifeāinsurance applications or policies canceled by the same insurance agency, Green Glades.
Liz: Hey. Can I ask for a favor? About today, I got to be somewhere.
Tom?
Liz: Yeah.
Ressler: Is that what this is aboutā why you were, uh, absent? Take all the time you need.
Red: Terrifying. You know, this artist got his start with puppets. What is it about puppets? Itās the same with clowns. Iāll never forget a puppet show I saw when I was 5, maybe 6.āHansel and Gretel.ā
Craig: Why are we here?
Red: Scared me to death. But it wasnāt the witch. It was the oven. Imagine an oven puppet. I donāt think I set foot in our kitchen for a month.
Craig: I donāt know what you think youāre gonna gain from all this, but Iām not gonna talk. I will die before I give you anything. If you so much as touch my mother
Red: God, I miss Bob Ross. That television painter with the little squirrel on his shoulder and the happy little trees. Few strokes with a palette knife and an entire mountain range would emerge through the cloudsā absolutely mesmerizing. Well, letās go back to the hotel.I think I saw some yogurt pretzels in your mini bar.
Ressler: So, weāre specifically looking for the policy files for a Wahid Davi, a Dee Torres, and a Danny Moss.
Insurance man: I looked up those names after you called. And the thing is, we donāt have any active files on any of those names.
Meera: When you say these people donāt have active files with you, what does that mean? I mean, these people have lifeāinsurance policies with you.
Insurance man: Well, I mean, if they were dropped, then they would have been purged from the system.
Dropped and purgedāwhy?
Insurance man: Good God. Any number of reasons. Uh, medical conditions, change of lifestyleā itāsā itās like a whole formula.I mean, if you guys want to talk actuarial tables, then Miltonās your man. Milton Bobbit. Heās where all policies go to die.
Ressler: What do you mean āGo to dieā?
Insurance man: No, itās nothing. Itās just we ā we like to joke about Milton. Heās ā heās kind of obsessed with death. He actually volunteers to deliver flowers to the Westport cemetery.
Hey, Milton!
[ Ressler and Meera enter Bobbitās home; he is the man with the mushrooms. Ressler finds case files on a coffee table ]
Meera: Fredrick Osborn. Whoās he?
Ressler: Our next victim.
Osborn: Help if I could. Donāt have any change.
Bobbit: You donāt remember me, do you?
Osborn: Iām sorry.
Bobbit: Uh Patient 4ā2ā1, male, presenting with diabetes.
[ Points gun at Osborn ]
[ Liz enters. Red and Dembe are watching The Three Sttoges. Red is giggling ]
[ TV: ] Please, take off your hat. Raise your right hand.
Red: Wait.
[ TV: ] Now put your left hand here. Take off your hat!
Liz: What are you doing?
Red: Shh, shh, shh. Watch ā the hat.
[ TV: ] Raise your right hand. Will you get rid of that hat? Raise your right hand.
Red: Unlike someone who shall remain nameless, we waited for you. Shall we get started?
Craig: I get a phone call. They tell me where to go, and I go.
Liz: Who tells you?
Craig: Different people. Itās never the same person twice.
Liz: Jolene Parker?
Craig: Iām telling you that I donāt know any names.
Liz: My husband hides a key in the house. Whatās it forā a safe deposit box? A storage unit?
Red: Itās your husband.
Liz: Tell me about Tom.
Craig: I donāt know his real name. Heās got a brother in Chicago. Iāve heard him talk about a woman, Niki.
Liz: Niki? Is that some woman he sees?
Craig: Do you think we sit around and we chat about it? Thereās a reason that his cover is that weāre estranged and our parents are dead. Thereās a reason that there are no people in his life ā because none of it is real. [ Phone rings ] We were supposed to meet. He wants to talk about you. He knows where Iām staying. Itās only a matter of time before heās here.
Liz: We got to get out of here.
Cooper: Where the hell is Keen?
Meera: Ressler said she had some personal business.
Cooper: Where are we on this next target ā Osborn? Have we located him?
Aram: Uh, units are at Osbornās house. Wife and coāworkers canāt reach him. We found his car at a parking structure near the hospital where he works.
Ressler: Iāve been questioning Ian Wright. I think I found something. Bobbitās MO has shifted. None of his other victims were connected, all murders for hire.
But the last threeā theyāre different, personal. Look at this.
Excuse me.
Ressler: Dr. Fredrick Osborn chaired the Department of Endocrinology at City Memorial. He supervised a clinical trial seeking approval for a DD4 classification drug to treat Type 2 diabetes.
The early safety trials were funded by a Vermont Venture Capitalist named Ian Wright and fastātracked through the FDA approval process by a lobbyist for the pharmaceutical industry named Bennett Cochran.
Meera: And Mitchell?
Ressler: She was Osbornās research assistant. She reviewed applicants for the clinical trial, personally identified participants. Including Milton Bobbit.
Meera: Bobbit was patient zero.
Craig: Everythingās fine.
Tom: Yeah? Then why didnāt you pick up?
Craig: Thereās a situation. Iām handling it. I just need time.
Tom: Time for what?
Craig: What are you ā my wife, Tom? Listen up. I just need two hours. Iāll explain everything then. Just sit tight. Donāt panic.
Tom: Easy for you to say. Iām the one who is accountable to Berlin. Iām coming to your hotel now.
Red: Tell me about Berlin. Berlin.
Craig: I canāt.
Red: Whatās in Berlin? Is the bank in Berlin? Christopher whoās in Berlin? Dembe, weāre moving the conversation elsewhere. Wipe down the room.
Red: Tell me about the building.
Liz: The south elevator has no cameras, empties into the basement. Two doors past the mechanical room lead to the alleyway.
[ Craig jumps out of window ā ]
Red: Okay, then.
Liz: What now? What are you doing?
Red: Putting on my coat.
Liz: A man just jumped through the window. Thereās a body on the sidewalk.
Red: Yes. And your husband, the police, and all the kingās men will be here soon. If you care to stick around and explain, feel free. But I, for one, will not be in attendance. Dembe, Iāll get her downstairs. After youāre finished, grab the pretzels.
Bobbit: Every morning, when I wake up, I read the obituaries. Every aspect of death fascinates me. I donāt want to die. Iāve done everything in my power not to ā Western medicine, alternative therapies, pills, herbs. But I have come to accept that I will die. [ He opens his vest ā he is wearing a suicide vest. ]
Osborn: Oh, God. Please, no. No. No, no, no, no.
Bobbit: Hey, doctor, I am not angry. Not anymore. I was, but Iām not now. If anything, I want to thank you for this incredible journey youāve sent me on. Who would have ever thought that anything good would come of what you did to me? [ He twists his nose off ]
Aram: Metro still has no sign of Osborn. Uh, no activity on the Cayman account.
Cooper: The man didnāt just quit. Someone is paying him to do this.
Meera: Or maybe theyāre not. Maybe thereās no activity on the Cayman account because he wants to do the last one himself. What if Bobbit is terminally ill?
Ressler: His last murder/suicide.
Cooper: What else do we know about this guy, about ā about his life? ā Who is he? ā
Meera: Nobody. Single. He has no family or friends to speak of.
Cooper; He cares about something.
Ressler: Westportā itās the cemetery where he volunteers.
Meera: Well, maybe thatās where he wants to go and die.
Bobbit: Before you made me sick, I had no purpose in lifeā helped no one left no mark. Thanks to you, I was transformed. I no longer see death as a burden, but an opportunity to take the rejects that nobody cares about and give them tremendous power. And as a result, hundreds of widows, orphans, broken familiesā theyāre being taken care of. Their houses are being paid for, their education. I put food on their table.
Osborn: If I have helped you why are you doing this to me?
Because the good things I have done donāt justify the terrible things youāve done.
[ Police vehicles arrive, sirens blaring ]
Liz: Negotiatorās en route.
Meera: We have snipers in place.
Ressler: No.
Meera: Heās not gonna let us take him, and the man has a death wish. How do you plan on recovering the hostage?
Meera: Whatā what are you doing?
Liz: Ressler.
(Hold your fire.
Hold your fire.
Hold your fire.)
Bob it: Stop! Notā not one more step further. Donāt come any closer! I swear to Godā you take one more step!
Ressler: Stay calm, Mr. Bobbit. Fredrick Osborn youāre under arrest.
Osborne: What?
Ressler: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. Ressler: What is happening?! Youāre under arrest for evidence tampering, for murder in the furtherance of a corrupt criminal enterprise.
Osborne: You canāt arrest me.
Ressler: We know about the clinical trials, the people who died.
Osborne: What about him? You should arrest him.
Bob bit: Iām not leaving.
Ressler: I donāt think Milton has any intention of being arrested today.
[ They walk away. Bobbit sets off his suicide vest, knocking Ressler and Osborne down, but not injuring them. ]
[ ā« music]
love, I have wounds only you can mend you can mend
ohāohāoh, mm
I guess thatās love
I canāt pretend I canāt pretend
ohāohāoh, mm
feel, my skin is rough but it can be cleansed it can be cleansed
ohāohāoh, mm
my arms are tough but they can be bent they can be bent
and I wanna fight but I canāt contend
I guess thatās love
I canāt pretend I canāt pretend
ohāohāoh, mm
[ Red is sitting in an office, looking very serious and sad. Cooper comes in, says (I think) āTimeās upā (not in script) ]
Cooper: Is that what this was about? You getting access to Bobbitās client list?
Red: Yes.
Liz: Find what you were looking for?
ā¦ I canāt pretend ā¦
Red: Good night, Harold
āŖ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
whoa yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
ohāohāoh, mm
Liz: I canāt do this anymore. I canāt look at him, let alone touch him.
Red: Be patient. With Craig, things have been set in motion. How Tom reacts will tell us a great deal. You need to stay the course.
Liz: I donāt think I can.
āŖ well, I guess thatās love I canāt pretend I canāt pretend
ohāohāoh, mm I guess thatās loveāŖ I canāt pretend I canāt pretend
ohāohāoh, mm
oh, feel our bodies grow and our souls, they blend
I guess thatās love
I canāt pretend
[ Red and Liz are in the evidence board room. Red moves a mostly-burned fragment of paper saying Berlin to the top of the chart ]
Liz: What is it? What does it mean?
Red: I donāt know yet.
āŖ ā¦I canāt pretend ā¦
Tom: Hey.
Liz: Hey, babe. You know, I was thinking ā it was so good to see your brother again.
āŖā¦ I guess thatās love ā¦
Liz: So, I left him a message. I thought maybe we could have dinner before he left. And I never heard back.
Tom: Oh, you know what? He called, actually. Said he had to catch the redāeye back. I think work, I guess.
āŖā¦ I guess thatās love ā¦
Liz: He just left? Never even said goodbye?
Tom: Yeah. Classic Craig, right?
Liz: Honestly, could the two of you be any less alike?
āŖ I guess thatās love
I canāt pretend I canāt pretend
ohāohāoh, mm
Tom: Stop. Weāre newlyweds.
āŖ I guess thatās love I canāt pretend I canāt pretend
ohāohāoh, mm
I guess thatās love
I canāt pretend I canāt pretend
ohāohāoh, mm
Ā
ā« Canāt Pretend
By Tom OdellāŖ Love, I have wounds,
Only you can mend,
You can mend.
I guess thatās love,
I canāt pretend,
I canāt pretend.āŖ Feel, my skin is rough,
But it can be cleansed,
It can be cleansed.
And my arms are tough,
But they can be bent,
They can be bent.āŖ And I wanna fight,
But I canāt contend.
I guess thatās love,
I canāt pretend,
I canāt pretend.āŖ Oh, feel our bodies grow,
And our souls they blend.
Yeah love I hope you know,
How much my heart depends.āŖ But I guess thatās love
I canāt pretend,
I canāt pretend.
I guess thatās love
I canāt pretend,
I canāt pretend.āŖ Oh feel our bodies grow,
And our souls they blend.
Yeah love I hope you know,
How much my heart depends.āŖ I guess thatās love
I canāt pretend,
I canāt pretend.
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š“ Episode 1:19 The Pavlovich Brothers
First aired: 4/21/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, Elizabeth Benjamin
Directed by: Paul Edwards
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Episode 1:19 The Pavlovich Brothers
Blurb: The Pavlovich Brothers, a sabotage and extraction team, want to intercept a scientist en route to the U.S. who knows secrets about Chinaās germ warfare program, ā so what does Red want with them? Plus, Liz and Tom have at it.
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Previously on āThe Blacklistā
You want to call your daddy?
Yeah, I want to tell him Iām okay.
Okay. [š„ Crash! š„ ]
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Red: Lizzie Be careful of your husband.
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Red: I can only lead you to the truth. I canāt make you believe it.
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Sheās calling herself Jolene Parker.
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Elizabeth Keen is not your wife, sheās your target.
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You have been threatening to tell me the truth about my husband since the day we met, and Iām ready to listen.
Red: Right now, the only thing that matters is the immediate threat. Your husband. Finding out who he is and who he works for. ā¦ The rest will come. I promise you.
Location: Changzhou Labor Camp, Jiangsu, China: WHO Vaccination Program
[ Nurse gets syringe from drawer. Injects woman, helps her sit down. Woman collapses ]
[ Voices: ]
ā What happened?
ā What is wrong?
ā Get away from her!
[ Senior officer in military uniform walks over ]
[ Voices: ]
ā What happened?
ā Get away from her!
ā Call an ambulance!
Army officer: She canāt leave here.
ā Her heart stopped beating!
Nurse: She canāt leave?
ā What happened?
ā We are going to the hospital!
Officer: I said you canāt!
Nurse: [ To senior officer ]: We must go to the hospital!
Another nurse: We must get her to a hospital right now!
[ Senior officer curtly nods āyesā ]
Two vehicles are parked outside. Woman is wheeled on gurney to smaller one with blue edging [ Mail vehicle? ]
ā Hurry up!
ā Hurry up! Hurry up!
[ Engine revs. It is waved through. Larger vehicle with orange edging is stopped ]
ā Go! go!
Hurry up!
Nurse: [ In English ] Forty-five seconds.
[ Inside first vehicle, in English ]
Man on phone: Asset on board. En route.
ā Clear.
[ Womanās heart is defibrillated ]
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[ Back at clinic, senior offices compares syringes. Chinese: ]
ā Please leave.
Officer: Stop!
Driver: Whatās wrong?
[ Senior officer and others review surveillance video. Senior officer points out nurse taking special syringe from drawer ]
Senior officer: Zoom in and play it again. ā¦ Stop them! Stop that ambulance!
[ Outside ]
Ambulance driver: What are you looking for?
Soldier on phone: Yes. [ Comes running back ] Get out!
[ Driver gets out. Senior officer and others come outside ]
Senior officer: Open the door. Go ahead and open the door.
[ Doors are opened. It is empty ]
[ Inside first vehicle, English ]
ā We need more adrenaline.
ā Cover her mouth.
ā Itās okay. Itās okay. Itās okay.
ā Shh! Itās okay. Youāre okay.
ā Youāre okay.
ā Rest.
Nurse: Youāll be in America by morning. Weāre taking you to Washington, D.C.
[ The woman smiles slightly ]
Location: Kraljevo, Serbia
[ Four badass guys are around table, with guns ]
Man: [ Serbian accent ] Do you know where the prisoner was transported to? ā¦ Uh, Washington. ā¦ Okay. ā¦ Yes, weāll take care of it. ā¦ Very good.
Another man: Washington?
Man [ In Serbian ]: Hezbollah will have to wait. Weāre going back to Washington.
Tom: Since when did Jolene Parkerās case go from missing person to murder investigation? And have you seen my keys?
Liz: Itās crazy, right?
Tom: Yeah, what, uh ā What happened?
Liz: The police say they have a person of interest.
Tom: Really? Who is it? What do they, what do they know?
Liz: Theyāre not sure.
Tom: Isnāt it possible that she just left town like she said? Moved to Dayton?
Liz: They found blood. Matches hers.
Tom: You see this stuff every day. You know, people getting hurt and killed and I donāt. It freaks me out. Just the thought of that happening to you, you know. Just promise me youāre as careful as you can be when youāre at work.
Liz: The desk.
Tom: Hmm?
Liz: By the computer ā Thatās where I saw your keys.
[ Tom goes to look ]
Tom: Oh. Iām gonna be so late. Iām gonna give myself a tardy slip.
[ Liz sticks tracking device on Tomās keys ]
Liz: Found āem! They were under the newspaper.
Tom: What would I do without you? I got to run.Uh, tonight for dinner, letās check out that new Thai place.
Liz: He knows somethingās off.
Red: What makes you say that?
Liz: I can feel it. I know him.
Red: Tom is on his heels. Heās behaving erratically.
Liz: He killed Jolene Parker.
Red: Yes.
Liz: You knew? Why didnāt you tell me?
Red: I felt if I told you it would inform your behavior with him. I found her body, called the police, and reported a missing person. I was confident, in the course of their investigation, they would reach out to you and Tom, and they did. Jolene Parker undoubtedly worked for the same organization as Tom. In what capacity, I have no idea.
Liz: If they worked together, why would he murder her?
Red: Perhaps he was ordered to. Or perhaps heās just out of control, irrational, paranoid and reactionary. Heās scrambling for a foothold, and therein lies our opportunity to wait and to watch. But Tom is not the reason Iām here. Iām afraid thereās something quite timely afoot. The Pavlovich brothers are back in town.
Ressler: Youāre talking about the team from the bridge that grabbed the generalās daughter.
Liz: Theyāre an extraction team. Cut their teeth on Milosevicās protective detail during the ethnic cleansing of the Yugoslav wars.
Ressler: We lost six of our men that day.
[ Flashbacks: Abduction of admiralās daughter ]
Liz: To the best of our knowledge, the Pavlovich brothers have no political agenda. They specialize in snatch-and-grabs ranging from kidnap and ransom to extracting political dissidents. Reddington says he has a contact. A money launderer sourced by the brothers claims theyāre coming after a Chinese scientist named Xiaoping Li.
Cooper: What do we know about her?
Meera: 18 hours ago, the agency sent an undercover team to extract her from a clandestine labor camp in the Yunnan province.
Cooper: Break her out? Why?
Meera: Sheās an immunologist. Specializes in viral and bacterial diseases. Four months ago, she signaled to one of our assets that she had a willingness to talk about a secret weapons program. A month later, she was jailed for treason. Sheās scheduled to land at Andrews in an under an hour, and we have a team standing by to escort her to Langley ā for a debriefing.
Ressler: We got to assume that the Pavlovich brothers already know the route.
Cooper: Well, then weāll reroute her. Bring her here. Coordinate the adjustment with Langley.
ā Echo to Tango.
ā Uh, asset at drop point.
ā Roger.
ā 30 seconds to rendezvous.
ā This way.
ā Quickly.
Li: Whatās going on? They said Iād be safe once I arrived.
Man: We have a credible threat youāre being targeted. As a precaution, weāve altered our route.
Man: Get her up to the chopper.
[ Ressler & Liz pull up ]
Ressler: Donald Ressler. FBI. Whereās the asset? Ground transportās been arranged.
ā Negative.
[ Gunfight ]
Evacās been compromised. Moving to beta proto. Call it in.
[ Helicopter takes off ]
ā All right.
ā Okay.
Ressler: Copy that. Anne Arundel county sheriffās departmentās reporting a downed aircraft burning two miles outside of Crofton. Thereās no witnesses on the ground. We do have units en route. Itās got to be the dump site ā on this chopper. š„ šš„
Liz: They knew CIA protocol. That if the routes were compromised, theyād send in air support. These guys werenāt based domestically. They snuck in, and theyāre gonna sneak out. We should coordinate with Homeland, get their faces everywhere.
Cooper: Agent Malik, you want to tell me why the Director of National Intelligence is calling? What donāt I know about this case?
Meera: The program Li was working on. Itās germ weaponry. Banned by nearly every nation on Earth. Itās called Whitefog. Day before she was jailed, Xiaoping Li sent a message indicating that she had access to the designs. If she did, and she shared those with us, that would represent the biggest intelligence coup in a decade.
Cooper: A germ-warfare program? Thatās why the Chinese canāt turn this into an international incident.
Red: Where are you?
Liz: Busy.
Red: The brothers. They took Xiaoping Li.
Liz: How do you know? Do you have a lead? Something we can
Red: Your husband is not in school.
Liz: Wait. What? Where is he?
Red: Meet me at 9th and Constitution.
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Reddington says he has a lead on the brothers. Wants to talk.
Let me know what NTSB says about that downed aircraft.
Red: Called in sick this morning. Returned home briefly before making a stop at the Radford Bank in Adams Morgan. Heās made three phone calls. All from pay phones. Heās been sitting at that cart for nearly an hour. Iām sorry, Lizzie.
Liz: Donāt be.
Red: This must be difficult.
Liz: You want to know whatās hard? Sitting here when all I really want to do is get my hands around his throat. Shouldnāt we follow him?
Red: We are.
Liz: They all work for you.
Red: Lizzie, wait, wait, wait. What are you do ā
[ Liz jumps out of car, pursuing Tom, chases him inside a marbled building ā library or bank. See observes from a distance. He seems to sense heās being followed ]
Tom: [ Whispers to himself ] Not now.
[ The Pavlovich brothers have Li. Lead her into dark tunnel, throw her onto a mattress on floor. One brother makes a phone call ]
Pavlovich: The boat. How long for the boat?
Li: No. No. Please, no. [ She is injected ]
[ Li scratches something on the rough wall ]
Liz: Tom? Tom?
Tom: Iām in the dining room.
[ He has the Sorrento music box ]
Liz: Whereād you get that thing?
Tom: I was gonna ask you the same question. I found it in the basement.
Liz: Thatās where that was. Iāve been looking for it. My father gave it to me.
Tom: Itās beautiful. Itās in great condition, too. It looks almost new. Why havenāt I seen this before?
Liz: Your pot is gonna boil over. Youāre cooking? I thought we were going out for Thai.
Tom: Yeah, well, I just thought it might be nice, you know, to stay home alone. Just you and me.
Liz: How was your day?
Tom: It was exhausting. You know Billy Salter? He was acting up again ācause his mom keeps packing these fruit roll-ups, and they give him this satanic sugar high, you know. So. Oh, uh, I did stop by the national archives just to maybe book a field trip for the kids. Itās funny. I, uh, I could have sworn that I saw you there. There was a woman there, and she looked just like you.
Liz: Ah, no, I wish. I was cooped up in the office all day.
Tom: Yeah. Should have known. Well, whoever she was, she could not have been half as beautiful as you are right now.
Liz: All right. Uh, keep stirring.
Tom: Iām gonna walk the dog. Come on, bud. Hey, hey, hey. Come here. Hey, hey, hey.
Where you going? Come here. Come here. Yes, youāre a good boy. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.
Liz: What?
Tom: Nothing. Love you. Iāll be right back. Come on, bud. Come on. Come on. Such a good boy. Youāre a good boy. Yes, yes, yes.
[ After a while, Liz goes to front door and opens it. The dog is outside but Tom is gone ]
Tom: [ At pay phone ] Bantam finance.
Operator: How may I direct your call?
Tom: Hi. Iām having a problem with my account. ā¦ Uh, number Delta, Sierra, 4ā5ā1.
Operator: Line is secure. Proceed.
Tom: Mockingbird knows. Requesting immediate evac. She knows.
Liz: Heās gone. My husband is gone.
Red: Your husband never existed. Lizzie, I understand why you went after Tom today. The instinct to jump in is ā But it isnāt gonna serve you well here. And from the emotional point of view, this must feel like an extraordinary violation and betrayal. But for Tom it was business.
Liz: Do you know we had sex the other night? Do you have any idea how filthy that makes me feel?
Red: Unfortunately, Lizzie, youāre chestādeep in filth, and youāre gonna have to wade through it ā to get to the other side.
Liz: I fell in love with him. I married him. We- we were gonna have ā I was excited to have a child with him. He was the one person I chose in my life who made me happy, who made me feel safe. What does that say about me? Everything that we had was just a figment of my imagination. Worse than a figment. A lie. It was right in front of my face, and I didnāt see it. I just believed it. All of it.
Red: Time is the only thing that will allow you to find yourself again.
Liz: If you tell me to be patient one more time, I swear to God I am going to find him, Iām gonna find answers, and Iām going to do it with or without your help. The case. I need a lead.
Red: Lizzie, if you want to find where the Pavlovich brothers are, you need to find out where theyāve been. The helicopter is key.
Liz: The Pavlovich brothers burnt that chopper to cover up evidence DNA, fingerprints. Those things might have identified the brothers, but what about the chopper?
Meera: The tail numbers were falsified, and the chopper was repainted.
Liz: Thatās what they did, but where did they do it? Is there a deeper forensic analysis we can run? What particulates were in the heat exchange? Was there moisture in the compressor?
Ressler: Iāll reach out to forensics.
Cooper: Analyze every drop of fuel. Track every grain of sand. I want to know where that chopperās been.
Dembe: Thatās him.
Man: Iām sorry, man. Not for hire.
Red: Hello, Symir. Iāll be brief and to the point. Yesterday you had a customer. Picked him up outside the national archives.
Man: Sorry, man.
Red: Ohh, Symir. You should have taken the money. Your passenger. Whereād you drop him?
[ Red flips through a book ]
Red: Calculus. I canāt even think about derivatives without thinking of that tutor in manor hall Cindy somethingāorāother. Never wore a brassiere; Always a bounce in her step.
Man: Look, Iām talking, cooperating. You donāt need to copy my driverās license, my credit cards. We just want to make sure we know where to reach you, Geoffrey P. Seevers, should we have more questions.
Red: So, tell me about the book.
Seevers: I told you I pick up and drop off. I donāt know names. Iām the messenger.
Red: What is it? Some kind of code? How many times have you done this these drops?
Seevers: This was the fourth.
Red: I need you to write down the location of each drop youāve made. The pickup and the drop location. Oh, my God. What? Pagosa Springs public library? I had a water pump go out in Pagosa Springs. Bitch of a mountain Wolf Creek Pass. Thought I was gonna end up living out there with the hill people until this Teddy bear of a man fixed me up at the local garage. Iāll never forget him. Tracy Woods. You donāt know Tracy, do you? Leather vest, mustache Tracy Woods?
Seevers: No.
Red: I wonder if heās still fixing water pumps. Anyway, itāll always be a fond memory. The list.
Seevers: Sāso, thatās it? Weāre ā What about the package?
Red: Youāre gonna deliver it or return it or whatever the people you work for want you to do with it. And as far as youāre concerned, we never had this conversation. Dembe? A copy, please. I hope you have nothing pressing. This may take a minute or three. You sure you donāt know him? Leather vest, mustache Tracy Woods? Shame.
Aram: Hey. I got something. Hey. Okay, I never wanted to know this much about gas chromatography or gear lubricants, but I think Mr. Reddington is onto something. Look at this. We pulled the lab reports from the NTSB, and the chopperās engine tested positive for two distinct compounds. The first is ethephon, which is a ripening agent for tobacco.
Meera: And how does that help us?
Aram. Take a look. Tobacco productionās way down in this area. In fact, since 1998, the federal government is actually paying farmers not to grow it.
Ressler: Okay, but thereās still plenty of tobacco farms.
Aram: I agree, which brings us to chemical compound number two. This one is used to grow sweet corn.
Liz: So we crossāreference the two? Exactly.
Aram: We are looking for a pesticide manufacturer who used to supply tobacco growers but made the transition to corn.
Meera: And how many of those are there?
Aram: Of those, 11 are outside of the fuel range of this chopper. Uh, of the other six, uh, only one has a structure large enough to get that stolen helicopter out of view and under construction. Halifax AgroāChem. If I had to bet, Iād say thatās their staging site. Itās around the corner, half a block up.
Preston: I make seven exterior cameras, and those are the ones they want us to see.
Red: And itās on the list of drop sites I gave you?
Preston: Yes.
Red: How long has Mr. Keen been inside?
Preston: I tailed him here four hours ago.
Red: Lovely. Thank you, Preston.
Dembe. You want me to call Sabusawa?
Red: That would be ideal, but heās working an extraction in Ecuador.
Dembe: Then how do you plan on getting Keen out of that concrete box?
Liz: We have a lead on Xiaoping Li.
Red: Excellent. Tell me.
Liz: We think sheās being held at Halifax Agro-Chem in Falls Church. Weāre assembling a team.
Red: Lizzie, about Tom
Liz: I donāt want to talk about Tom with you.
Red: You have your opinion on how to proceed, and I have mine.
Liz: Just donāt bother yourself. Iāll deal with Tom.
Red: Lizzie, I assure you that will yield no answers and little satisfaction.
Liz: Well, Iāll find out, wonāt I?
Red: I wish I could talk you out of this.
Liz: You canāt.
Red: Well, good luck with Xiaoping.
[ The Pavlovich brothers lift Xiaoping Li into a large wooden crate. She is tied up with an oxygen mask. The crate is loaded it into a van. ]
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[ Red walks up to Pavlovich brothers, hands up ]
Red: Good afternoon, gentlemen. Iām Raymond Reddington.
[ Liz, Red and and another agent investigate the building Pavlovich brothers were just at the location where Li had been, there are unusual marks in white chalk on the wall ]
Agent: Hey. Look at this.
Liz: What are we looking at?
Ressler: I have no idea.
[ Homeless man with shopping cart goes to dumpster and lifts the lid ]
Man watching him: Hey! Get out of here! Go!
āHomeless manā: [ In Serbian ] Package set. Move into position. Three count. Threeā¦ Twoā¦ Oneā¦ š„Explosionš„
[ ā Door is blown off across the street from a building with a living area with several army-style bunks, a makeshift dorm. Tom is one of several men who jump to their feet ]
Tom: What the hell was that?
[ Tom goes to look and his building is suddenly sprayed with gunfire by the Pavlovich brothers. They try to evacuate ]
Out! Out! Move! Move! Move! Fall back.
Asset en route.
Weāre moving to the cars.
[ Tom escapes in a car being sprayed with bullet fire by the PavBros ]
PavBro: [ in Serbian ] Two cars! Keen is in the lead. [[ Red, you wouldnāt ā¦ ]]
[ Car chase š š [ bo-ringā]]
PavBro: [ in Serbian ] Keen is still loose!
[ Car chase š š [ bo-ringāā some more ā ]]
PavBro: [ in Serbian ] Knock him off the road!
[ Car chase š š [ bo-ringāā some more āā some more ā ]]
[ Finally! A truck š blocks Tomās š way. PavBros shoot out š„windowsš„ . Tom emerges from car, hands up, but miraculously unhurt ]
[ Ressler and Meera are discussing the chalk marks left on the brick wall ]
Ressler: I mean, it looks like some sort of serial number.
Samar: Or an atomic number. Something from a periodic table.
Ressler: Why do you think that?
Meera: Because the only word I know that contains the letters āvāgā together is avgolemono.
Ressler: I donāt know what that is.
Meera: Itās a soup. Chicken stock, egg yolks, and lemon juice.
Ressler: What?
Meera: I cook. The point is, maybe Xiaoping Li left us a message. Iāll run the letter combination against the DMV registry ā and see if we can get a hit.
Ressler: Any luck?
Liz: I canāt get ahold of Reddington.
Ressler: You told him the location where the brothers were holding Xiaoping Li, right?
Liz: Mmāhmm.
Ressler: Donāt you find it a hell of a coincidence that we show up there, theyāre gone, and now we canāt get ahold of Reddington? Weāve been played.
Liz: No.
Ressler: Red put us on to the Pavlovich brothers because he knew it would lead him straight to Xiaoping Li. That womanās worth millions.
Ressler: Where are you going?
Liz: Iām going to find Reddington, get some answers. āā Reddington, I need you to call me, please. I need some help with the case.
Pavlovich Brother: [ Serbian accent ] A gift from Reddington. Enjoy.
[ There is Tom, tied to a chair with duct tape over his mouth. The four PavBros finish their wine and leave. Liz takes off Tomās duct tape ]
Liz: Two years wasted. Two years we spent. On what? Do you care at all what youāve done to me What youāve done to my life? What has it done to you? Who could do such a thing? Finding you, stopping you. Youād think Iād be happy youāre gonna spend the rest of your life in prison.
Youād think Iād get some satisfaction out of that, but I donāt because nothing. No sentence, no punishment, no revenge, could ever come close to making up for what youāve done.
Tom: I was doing my job.
Liz: Your job? That was our life! We were going to have a baby to ā You begged me to have a baby!
Tom: I was doing my job.
Liz: Stop talking about your job! You, this. Everything was a lie! My life was a lie! Every feeling, every memory. Say something to your wife, whoās dying in front of you. Say something.
Tom: It was the shoes.
Liz: What does that mean?
Tom: Thatās when I knew. It was those brown leather shoes. It was our third or maybe fourth date. Youād come over to my place on Halstead, and we ordered, uh takeout and rented a movie that we never finished because we ended up ā And you had to get up early for work. And by the time I got up, you were gone. I remember standing in the closet, halfādressed, reaching for my shoes when I saw that you had drawn this little heart In the dust on my shoe. You remember that? It was the sweetest thing. And ever since that moment, I just felt ā sorry for you. Because I knew I knew that I had you. Part of me didnāt want it to work. But it did.
Aram: Archimedes. Archimedes! ā
Meera: I beg your pardon?
Aram: Archimedesā formula. You know, uh, the the naked guy who shouted āEureka.ā
Meera: Why would she write down a mathematical formula?
Ressler: Maybe itās some kind of a code or a language they donāt understand.
Aram:āArchimedesā principle indicates that the upward buoyant force which is exerted on a body immersed in fluid, ā whether fully ā
Meera: Aram.
Aram: Um, water displacement. š¤ š¤ š¤
Ressler: Boats displace water. Sheās trying to tell us how theyāre getting her out of the country. Cooper: Contact the coast guard. Get photos of the brothers and Xiaoping Li to every port authority on the eastern seaboard.
Tom: What are you gonna tell him?
Liz: [ On phone ] Hey.
Ressler: Whatās going on?
Liz: Where are we on Xiaoping Li?
Ressler: Theyāre trying to ship her out of the country. Weāre combing through the manifests now. Where are you?
Liz: Waiting on Reddington. He still hasnāt shown.
Ressler: Iām telling you, Keen. He used us. These guys. The Pavlovich brothers You remember what they did. You were there that day on the bridge. When we take them down, I want you to be there.
Liz: I will be, just as soon as ā Iām gonna have to call you back.
[ Tom is shaking table with a cup on it ]
Liz: Nice try.
Tom: I was thirsty.
[ Liz takes call from Red ]
Liz: Yes? ā Where is she?
Red: Who?
Liz: Xiaoping Li. You took her. You used the FBI and the Pavlovich brothers to get to Tom and what, get Xiaoping? Make some bigger deal? Trade on her secrets?
Red: I have no use for germ warfare. And as for using the FBI? I wouldnāt be in this relationship if there wasnāt a mutual benefit.
Liz: Where is she?
Red: I donāt know. I tried to bargain for her life, but negotiations went sideways. It was all I could do to get Tom.
Liz: If we donāt find her If she gets sent back to the Chinese, sheās gonna die.
Red: Tell me what you know.
Liz: We think theyāre putting her on a cargo ship. Weāre not sure. Weāre looking over the manifests, timetables, ā and shipping routes.
Red: She isnāt cargo, Lizzie. Sheās contraband. This is a smuggling operation. And nothing gets smuggled in or out of the Chesapeake without Rolph Cisco knowing about it. Have Donald pay him a visit.
Tom: What is his obsession with you? You guys got, like, a, uh, daddyādaughter thing going on?ā¤ Whatās your plan? Is daddy coming over? Is he gonna make me talk?
Liz: No, heās not. I am.
Ressler: Rolph Cisco? Tell us about the Pavlovich brothers.
Liz: Who do you work for?
Tom: I have nothing to say.
Liz: Who do you work for?
Tom: Liz, come on.
[ Liz gets pliers ]
Tom: You donāt have it in you. Aah! Aah! God! Aah! Aah! Aah! [ Liz breaks his thumb! ]
[ The PavBros have the crate with Li inside at the harbor and are preparing to lower it into the boat. āš„
ā FBI
ā COM AND KEEL THEM.
š„āš„ [ See Feature! at end of this episode ]
Li: Let me out of here! Please! Get me out! Get me out!
Ressler: Itās okay. Itās okay. Easy, easy. Weāre the good guys. Here. Come here. Iām gonna put you down. Easy.
Tom: You broke my thumb.
Liz: Yeah, I did. If youāre looking for sympathy, you might want to start with honesty. Hereās an example of honesty, Tom. Youāve been making me pancakes for two years. I hate pancakes ā
Tom: You want honest? Hereās one. If youāre gonna handcuff somebody, donāt break their thumb. [ He is free and attacks her! ]
[ āFist Fightāending with house wrecked and Tom pointing gun at Liz ]
Tom: Your handcuffs. One on the wrist. One on the banister.
Liz: Do it.
Tom: I am not here to hurt you, Liz. My job was never to hurt you. Iām one of the good guys. Reddington. Heās not who you think.
Liz: I will find you.
Tom: I can prove it. The key in the lamp I know you found it. Take it to Radford Bank. Box number 3929. He is not who you think he is. Goodbye, Liz.
[ Tom leaves, as Red watches from car ]
Dembe: You want me to stop him?
Red: No, weāll just let the tail follow him.
Meera: Tell me about Whitefog.
Li; Whitefog was a black project started by the Chinese government five years ago.
Cooper: You want to tell me whatās going on with Agent Keen?
Ressler: Sir?
Cooper: Where was she today? And donāt tell me you donāt know. Was it Reddington? Are there problems?
Ressler: I think sheās having troubles at home, sir.
Liz: I lost him. Heās gone.
Red: No.
Liz: This whole time, youāve never let him out of your sight. Your people are following him now.
Red: They are.
Liz: How is this all gonna end?
Red: This is an end. And then something new will begin. You deserve the best in life, Lizzie. I know that sounds odd coming from a man who has brought you some of the worst, but itās the reason why Tom had to work so hard to be that for you. To be kind, to be thoughtful, make you laugh, to make you love him. Because you deserve that. And it will come.
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Anyone who made it through this script deserves this special treat from the WSJ Speakeasy Blacklist blog:
10:34 pm May 29, 2015
The Pavlovich Brothersā Matushka wrote:Grittings, American viewers of the television. My name ees Olga Pavlovich. I am the greefing mather of Pyotr Pavlovich, Pavel Pavlovich, Pepik Pavlovich, and Bubba. They were keelt by the veeshush geeneeuss overlord of the FBI, Elizabeth Keen, and her veeshush heenchmans the Wrestler and those other heenchmans.
As for Meestor Red, hees a cutey sexy guy, I send heem keessee smoochee. You better not say no more bad thinks about heem no more. I gonna send some more of my boys over there to mess you up so bad you gonna feel like yesterdayās borsht.
Haff you SEEN yesterdayās borsht? Nothink fonny bout it.
And donāt even get me started on the SMELL. Like Stalinās socks, the smell. Nyet! Nothink fonny bout that. And nothink fonny bout my boyss.
Poppa Pavlovich and I we make lotsa strong beeg boyss for Mather Rosha. Pyotr Pavlovich, Pavel Pavlovich, Pepik Pavlovich, and Bubba dead now.
Karss you FBI jeenyuss master mind Elizabeth Keen. Karss your shiny FBI batch. Karss your beeg giant brin. You not gonna keel no mora my boyss.
These ones they beeker and batter than the other ones. These ones are Pratur, Plutark, Povotsky, and Blinky.
They come to the Washington, to the Dee Cee. You better get more beeg heenchmans, Elizabeth Keen. You gonna need all the heenchmans you can get.
PS tell Meester Red I bake nice koo keez for heem. My boys bring to heem. Soon. They gotta gets the pass the ports.Yess Meestor Red he ees angel. Elizabeth Keen ees debbil. She ees breel yent master mind. She ees power behind the throne like the master of the puppet. She FBI version of Chuck Norris. She keel four of my boyss with har FBI heenchmans. Soon some more of my boyss they gonna come over there. Pratur, Plutark, Povotsky, and Blinky.They gonna make Elizabeth Keen weesh she have stayed in Baltimore. Pooting hi lights in har hair. My boyss they gonna keek some FBI zhopa. You wait. You see. My boyss they gonna open up a grit beeg can of whoop zhopa.
So seemple. Nothink to do with any of that stoff you talkink
Yess Elizabeth Keen director of FBI. The beeg boss Elizabeth Keen.
When KGB agents go to sleep for night, they cheek under bed for Elizabeth Keen.
Elizabeth Keen donāt read booka, she just stare at booka until booka confess.Guns donāt keel people, Elizabeth Keen keels people and then she keels their guns.
Elizabeth Keen does not shafe the hairs on har legs, she holds the hairs hostage then she keels them.
A prist a rabbi and KGB agent walk into bar. Elizabeth Keen keels them.
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š“ Episode 1:20 The Kingmaker
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š“ Episode 1:20 The Kingmaker
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/1LiZhRz
IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1gX73pI
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, JR Orci, Lukas Reiter
Directed by: Karen Gaviola
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Episode 1:20 The Kingmaker
Blurb: The Kingmaker pulls out all the stops when it comes to launching political careers. All aspiring office-seekers have to do is surrender their conscience.
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Previously on The Blacklist
Tom: I am not here to hurt you, Liz. Iām one of the good guys. Reddington he is not who you think he is.
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Sam: I need to tell Lizzie.
Red: I canāt let you do that.
Sam: She deserves the truth.
[ Muffled screaming ]
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Fitch: I donāt understand, Ray.
Red: I thought we had an arrangement.
Fitch: The people I represent, theyāre theyāre nervous.
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Tom: The key in the lamp I know you found it. Take it to Radford Bank, box number 3929. Goodbye, Liz.
[ Sniffs ] [ Horn honks in distance ] [ Sniffs ] [ Cellphone beeps ]
Dusek: [ In Czech, subtitles ] [ On phone ] No, I donāt think weāll have to seek Vandaās support. ā¦ Thanks for waiting. ā¦ Weāve already made an arrangement with the finance minister. ā¦ Tell Mr Reddington everything is proceeding as planned.
[ In English: ] You are headed to Stepanska, yes? You speak English.
Kingmaker: I am English, sir.
Dusek: I hope you donāt mind.
Kingmaker: Um, I read somewhere that you also speak the language.
Dusek: Makes life a little easier for me.
Kingmaker: Of course.
Dusek: Not a lot of Englishmen driving in Prague. [ Chuckles ] Little hot in here, hmm? You mind turning on the air?
Kingmaker: Yes, sir. And thereās some bottled water back there, if youād like.
Dusek: Oh, yeah.
[ Dusek takes a drink ] [ Exhales sharply ] [ Exhales sharply ] [ Collapses ] [ Engine turns over ] [ Indistinct arguing ] [ Metal rattling ] [ Pounding on door ] [ Dusek wakes in room with man lying on floor ]
Dusek: [ Shaking man ] [ In Czech, subtitles ] Hey! Who are you?! Get up! Where are we? Get up!
Police: [ In Czech, subtitles ] Police! Open the door, now!
[ Newscast: ] Mr. Emil Dusek, a member of parliament here in Prague, has been arrested. Our sources tell us that Mr. Dusek is a suspect in an ongoing murder investigation. He was found in a young manās apartment. That man was a known male escort who police believe was strangled to death.
Interpreter: [ Heard over Dusek speaking Czech ] Let me be clear. I am completely innocent of these charges and look forward to an opportunity to clear my name. However, I have chosen to withdraw from the Senate to concentrate on my defense. No more questions.
[ Splash ]
Red: [ Red laughs ] Niko! My goodness!
Red! Welcome! The house is yours until I return. My flight is in three hours.
Red: Look at you. Youāre wasting away.
Niko: Down 37 pounds.
Red: All from swimming?
Niko: Yes swimming. And bread. I cut out bread entirely.
Red: I was a lifeguard my junior year in high school. Had to give mouthātoāmouth to Mrs. Beerman. She belched up a lung full of corned beef and chlorine. I havenāt been in a pool since.
Niko: Iām sorry werenāt you in the Navy? [?]
Red: Enough. To business.
Niko: What happened in Prague, losing Emil Dusek, is very concerning.
Red: What happened in Prague is unfortunate, but how it happened is of more concern. I believe itās a frame. Dusek was targeted.
Niko: Targeted by whom?
Red: The Kingmaker.
Niko: Youāre saying he was retained to eliminate Dusek as a way of weakening our interests?
Red: Yes. What I donāt know is who retained him.
Niko: You do know. You may not have a name, but, Red, this was done by the same mysterious enemy who has been plaguing you for months. Prague is just one example. Someone has devoted a great deal of time and energy to depreciate your business.
Red: Watch your tone.
Niko: Itās not my tone, Red. People are talking. Your friends are talking, whispering.
Red: I donāt have any friends.
Niko: Whoever this unseen enemy is, they donāt think heās after us. They think heās after you. For now, they remain loyal, but they wonāt forever.
Red: These āfriendsā you mention, the ones whispering in the shadows tell them from me āShut the hell up.ā
[ Liz has large Manila envelope with a mark on it that many think looks a lot like the scar on her wrist. She removes photo which appear to show Red walking into and out of Saint Adrianās Hospital ]
Ressler: St. Adrianās Hospital? This is where your father died.
Liz: Sam. Itās the same building. I checked like four times.
Ressler: Where did you get this? At least tell me this. Do you trust the source?
Liz: No.
Ressler: Doesnāt prove Reddington was there the day Sam died.
Liz: If Reddington did fly all the way to Nebraska just to talk to my dad before he died, there must have been something he wanted.
Ressler: Well, is it possible they were friends, he was just paying his respects?
Liz: Since when does Reddington have friends? [ Cellphone buzzing ]
Ressler: You gonna ask him about it?
Liz: Not until I know whether the photoās real.
Red: Jamie, tell your people Iāll have an answer by the end of the week, but whether or not we do business, Iām keeping all the samples. Lizzie. Perfect timing. Say hello to Jamie.
Liz: Hello. [ Door opens, Jamie leaves ] Whereās Tom?
Red: What a delightful man ā scrupulous mind for business, sharp as a tack.
Liz: Red, where is Tom?
Red: Heās in New York. Not to worry. My people are watching. Please excuse the house. My host spends a tremendous amount of money on all the wrong things.
Liz: What the hell is that?
[ Dembe is happily eating ice cream ]
Red: Cannabis. Jamieās trying to form a huge consortium of farms and warehouses outside Denver and having a little trouble securing the financing, so I would be the bank. Iād offer you an edible, but we have work to do. The Kingmaker. Iāve never met the man, but I recently lost a great deal of time and money to his talents. Heās singleāhandedly responsible for the rise and fall of some of the worldās most pivotal politicians and statesmen.
Liz: Heās, what, some kind of political strategist?
Red: Heās raised opposition research to an art form. He arranges scandals, exploits proclivities, assassinates when necessary. I donāt know how he chooses his clients, but they say he grooms them from an early age the right universities [ Knock on door ] mentors, even spouses. And when theyāre ready to run, he does whatever it takes to assure their victory.
Liz: Heās causing trouble for some politician in your pocket, and now you want the FBI to arrest him?
Red: Yes. Please. And thank you. My sources say he left Prague within the last 12 hours on a flight to the United States.
Kingmaker: The average hotelāroom bed can be riddled with anywhere between dust mites, bedbugs [ Sniffs ] Fecal matter, urine, semen, methicillināresistant staphylococcus aureus. That bacteria alone kills more than 15,000 Americans per year. I will not be joining them.
Liz: These cases you often ask for something in return. Now Iām asking. Tom I want to know his every move.
The Kingmaker is on his way, Lizzie, and whatever he intends to touch will turn very nasty.
[ On bridge ] [ Sniffs ] [ Siren wails in distance ]
Kingmaker: Chandler ā Almost 10 years ago now, I promised you such a day would come. It will be the first of many on this grand journey of yours.
Chandler: So, how far down is that?
Kingmaker: It has to be convincing.
Chandler: Well, itās gonna be really convincing if we end up dead.
Kingmaker: [ Sniffs ] Like all objects, a vehicle in free fall will accelerate at a rate of 9.8 meters per second, squared. At 6,180 pounds, your car will generate an impact force of 557.2 kilonewtons, well below the NHTSA thresholds for a frontāend collision.
Chandler: How will it happen?
Kingmaker: The less you know, the better. The life youāve requested is a bold one, Patrick full of bold choices, like this one. It would be a shame to learn, after all this time, that you never really had it in you. If you wish to remain my client, you will be on this bridge at exactly 4:00 PM. If you do not, then I wish you and yours the loveliest of ordinary lives.
Chandler: Iāll be here.
Kingmaker: Yes. You wonāt be for long.
Meera: Reddingtonās intel had our suspect travel from Prague to the United States sometime in the past 12 hours. There were six flights during this time period.
Aram: Weāve pulled the passenger manifests and applied the profile you developed a foreign national, male, traveling alone in first class. That narrowed the list down to 47 passengers.
Meera: Of those, 40 were on business. We were able to confirm their identities and itineraries with their respective corporations, which leaves seven potentials.
Aram: Six of which checked in to the hotels they had listed on their immigration forms. One did not.
Meera: Youāre looking at The Kingmaker.
Liz: Paul Fredrick Smithson.
Ressler: Got to assume thatās an alias.
Liz: Where did they land?
Aram: JFK, 4:52 PM. And get this we pulled the credit card that our suspect used to purchase his plane ticket into the United States. Forty-five minutes ago, that card was used to book a hotel room in Manhattan.
Ressler: What hotel?
Meera: The St. Rose in midtown.
[ Card beeps ]
Liz: Federal agents! Hands where I can see them.
Ressler: Whatās going on?
Liz: Itās a case of stolen identity. He cloned his credit card and passport, and heās a salesman who travels frequently.
Ressler: For all we know, this guyās not even in New York anymore. This could have just been his entry point.
[ Soft piano music playing, indistinct conversations ]
Fitch: Have you lost your mind?
Red: What Iāve lost is the luxury of time, Alan. I donāt have a week to wait around for your minions to pass my request up the food chain.
Fitch: This is outāofābounds, Ray.
Red: As much as I appreciate a good sports metaphor, what Iāve come to discuss requires a somewhat more dramatic analogy. Iām under attack and have been for some time my interests, my allies. Someone has targeted my key infrastructure, and the truth is, Iām bleeding.
Fitch: Why should I even consider involving myself in your mess?
Red: Because my enemy is your enemy.
Fitch: We coāexist, Ray. Surely our last interaction proved that weāre not friends. Donāt overestimate the nature of our relationship.
Red: By my estimation, we not only coāexist we depend on each other to survive. What I possess would lay waste to you and your Alliance.
Fitch: Yes, and should that information ever become public, there would be no reason for us not to kill you on the spot.
Red: I have no intention of making it public. But this enemy of mine, if he prevails and, in so doing, finds himself in possession of that information he may very well choose not to be so discreet. Youāre already involved in this mess, Alan, and if I lose control of the information, you may be exposed. And if I die, it triggers my own protocol for release.
Fitch: I donāt respond too well to threats.
Red: Iām not here to threaten you. Iām here to see if we can work together.
[ Door opens, bells jingle; Chandler exits restaurant with wife and daughter ]
Chandler: So, how is everything, guys? ā [ Chuckles ]
Wife: Good.
Chandler: Yeah?
Wife: Delicious.
Chandler: All right.
Wife: Hey, Iām so glad you took the day.
Chandler: Yeah.
Wife: Youāve been working so hard. Come here. Love you.
Chandler: I love you. [ Chuckles ]
[ In car ]
Wife: Where you going? Itās faster going through Lancaster.
Chandler: Yeah, yeah, IāI thought weād, uh, take the bridge, drive along the river. You know, maybe we get out, Maddy can feed the ducks.
Wife: Sounds great. ā¦ Heās coming your way.
[ Engine accelerates ] [ Tires screech ] [ Metal crunches ]
Wife: Ah!
Reporter: Once again, you are looking at cellphone footage taken by a pedestrian near the Causeway Bridge. Patrick Chandler, a state assemblyman, was involved in a collision that forced his car over the side rail a terrifying hitāandārun. The assemblyman and his family were taken to a nearby hospital, where doctors were unable to resuscitate Mrs. Chandler. This is a tragic loss for the New York state lawmaker. Keep it right here on this news channel for all the lateābreaking [ Red click TV off ]
Liz: You think he did this?
Red: Some freshman politician is suddenly thrust into the spotlight, his selfless heroism on full display. I suspect Assemblyman Patrick Chandlerās poll numbers are about to go through the roof. It just reeks of The Kingmaker.
Liz: I just watched a man give CPR to his dying wife, and youāre telling me it was a media stunt?
Red: Yes. Go out to the bridge. Perhaps you can figure out why there arenāt any tire marks.
Meera: It just doesnāt make any sense. Chandlerās a Boy Scout, president of the high school student council, chairman of the Young Entrepreneurs Society at Princeton.
Ressler: He also did a term in the county legislature before becoming the youngest assemblyman in all of New Yorkās 150 districts.
Liz: This guyās been groomed.
Meera: He was just elected. His term is two years.
Liz: Wait. So heās not even running for anything?
Cooper: So, what are we saying he risked his childās life and murdered his wife for what?
Ressler: Well, he also risked his own life.
Aram: Listen to this. āAllison is my everything, my moral center. She makes me a better man.ā
Liz: Sorry. Husbands lie to their wives. I have no problem believing this guy is capable of just about anything.
Cooper: All right, so, wind this up and get over to that accident site.
Aram: Agent Keen. I got that surveillance footage you subpoenaed. āā [ Keyboard clacking ] What exactly are we looking for?
Liz: Reddington.
Aram: Whoa. Hold on. Mr. Reddington. Bingo. 4:37 in the afternoon.
Liz: My father died at 5:30. Red left one hour before.
Ressler: Hey, Keen, you ready?
[ Site of accident ]
Ressler: Okay, so, whatās the deal?
Liz: Chandler drove up from the south.
Ressler: No. No, not with the case. Somethingās wrong, and itās not just Reddington being at that hospital. You and Tom having problems? Look, youāre not the first one to deal with this. You know, people wake up and realize their husband or wife isnāt everything they hoped for.
Liz: We had a fight. He left the house. I donāt even know where he went.
Ressler: Heāll be back. Itās not over. You know that.
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Ressler: So why from the south?
Liz: Why was Chandler even on this bridge at all? His house and his office are both in Werther County, which is the opposite direction.
Ressler: He planned to be here.
Liz: And Red was right. The accidentāinvestigation squad didnāt find any skid marks leading up to the drop-off point. Chandler didnāt even try to stop.
Ressler: Eh, heāll say he didnāt have time.
Liz: Or maybe the plan was to go over the side.
Ressler: What about the other vehicle that hit him? The driver loses control and never slams on the brakes? Nah, he needed speed enough to drive Chandlerās car through that railing.
Liz: As crazy as it seems, it did work. I mean, this Chandler guy is everywhere every news show, talk show.
Ressler: Letās go pay New Yorkās newest hero a visit.
Chandler: Look, I need to get back to the hospital. My daughterās still there. Iāve already spoken with the patrol guys.
Liz: We know you spoke to patrol, but weāre not with the NYPD. Weāre with the FBI.
Chandler: The FBI? IāI donāt understand.
Liz: Well, actually, we were hoping you could help us understand a few things.
Ressler: Like why you and your family were crossing the Causeway Bridge from the south. You donāt live in that direction. Where were you headed?
Chandler: Nowhere. Um, we just stopped to get some ice cream, then decided to take a drive.
Ressler: It was your idea?
Chandler: Yes. Uh, actually, no. Uh look, Iām not sure. t might have been my daughterās.
Liz: It must be difficult to see her so traumatized.
Chandler: Sheās heartbroken. Her mother was everything to her. She was everything to us both.
Ressler: Iām sorry for your familyās loss. We understand your wife suffered a concussion. Thatās how she drowned?
Chandler: Iām not sure Iām really ready to talk about all this.
Liz: Weāre just looking for the facts.
Chandler: I understand that, but weāre gonna have to do this some other time. Right now I need to be with my daughter.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Ressler: Hey, hold on. Hey. Text me the address. We got something. The 911 calls all give the same ID for the vehicle that hit Chandler.
Liz: Let me guess a van.
Ressler: A utility van with signage for a Destination Plumbing. Itās a oneāman shop owned by an Arturo Ruiz.
Kingmaker: It seems we have a problem.
Ruiz: Yeah. Youāre damn right we do.
Kingmaker: You were supposed to stay. You were supposed to give the police a statement that it was an accident. It doesnāt look like an accident, Arturo, if you flee the scene.
Ruiz: You kidding me right now?
Kingmaker: There were witnesses on that bridge. Do you really think the police arenāt going to find you? Itās only a matter of time before theyāre standing here treating you like a suspect, not like a man who lost control of his vehicle. [ Sniffs ] I have to say Iām really quite upset.
Ruiz: You lied to me. You told me heād be alone. You didnāt say that a woman and a child would be in the car.
Kingmaker: What difference does that make?
Ruiz: That woman died. Iām the one who has to live with this.
Kingmaker: No, Arturo. You donāt.
[ Gun cocks ] [ Gunshot ]
[Meeting]
Alan Fitch: All right, everyone. First, my thanks for making time on such short notice. We have serious business to discuss.
ā Your message said you were approached by Reddington.
ā You would think heād be less interested in talking after your last conversation.
Fitch: I agree. So if heās making contact, itās only because he thinks itās absolutely necessary.
ā What does he want?
Fitch. Our assistance. His business is under attack. Someone with skill and resources is conducting a highly advanced, globally coordinated assault on his interests. They donāt seem satisfied to just kill him. This enemy of his seems to want him to lose everything.
ā I like the sound of that.
Fitch: Donāt be so sure. If Reddington has nothing to lose, then thereās no reason for him to hold this evidence he has against us at bay. And if he diesā
ā This enemy what do we know about him? And more importantly, what does he know about us?
Fitch: We know very little about him, but thatās not surprising, because Reddington himself doesnāt know. As for what this enemy knows about us, so far, we believe nothing. But if we want to keep it that way, we may have to get involved. For this enemy to elude Reddington, despite Reddingtonās skill, I believe it may be an error to make such a dangerous man our enemy.
ā And if he exposes us?
Fitch: If that possibility becomes real, we will have to respond as we have in the past to protect our Alliance.
ā With all due respect, since you donāt speak for all of us, we should put it to a vote and then see where we stand.
Ressler: Hello? Mr. Ruiz? [ Door closes ]
[ Telephone rings ] [ Answering machine beeps ]
Ruiz [ Recording ]: Youāve reached Destination Plumbing. Our business hours are from 7:00 AM to 5:00 PM, Monday through Friday. If this is an emergency, ā
Ressler: Arturo Ruiz. Federal agent.
[ Ressler sees Ruizās body ]
Ruiz [ Recording ]: Please call our 24-hour hotline at 212 [ Click ]
[ On dock ] [ Birds squawk ] [ Sniffs ] [ Footsteps approach ]
Kingmaker: Thatās far enough. Take a seat just there. We must be quite careful now.
Chandler: My wife ā
Kingmaker: Yes. You did your very best to try and save her. It was heroic, in fact. This business of mine itās an art, not a science. Iām sorry, Patrick. Truly, I am. But try to see objectively that this works completely to your advantage. Youāre not only a hero now, but the world is mourning with you. Never underestimate the power of public sympathy.
Chandler: The FBI came to see me.
Kingmaker: About what?
Chandler: I donāt know.!They were asking me a lot of questions about why I was on the bridge.
Kingmaker: [ Sniffs ]
Chandler: I think we should stop just for now.
Kingmaker: No, stopping now defeats the purpose of what weāve just done. We must capitalize on this momentum, or it will dissipate. No. Now we move to the next phase.
Meera: The Kingmaker killed Ruiz to tie up loose ends. Problem is, weāll never be able to prove it. ME report says it could be suicide, but itās not conclusive.
Ressler: Thereās only trace amounts of gunshot residue on the right hand. The stipplingās inconsistent with a contact wound.
Liz: On the other hand, suicide is consistent with someone who just ran an entire family off a bridge.
Meera: I also pulled his phone records. It primarily shows service calls on his business line.
Ressler: Primarily?
Meera: Three days ago, Ruiz received a call from a phone booth off 11th and Lincoln.
Liz: I told you thereās nothing here.
Red: If The Kingmaker chose that pay phone of all the phones in the city, thereās a reason.
Liz: Which is?
Red: Le Claireās pawn shop.
[ Bells jingle ]
Red: Mr. Gibbons.
Greeter: Oh, of course, Mr.Gibbons. Right this way.
Red: Thank you.
Waiter: Mr. Gibbons. Welcome back. Would you like to check your coat?
Red: No, thank you. [ Lounge music playing ] Ah. Smells like decadence and vice. The Ohlbaum Philly, please. Make it two.
Liz: What is ā Who are these people?
Red: Exactly. The Kingmaker he was here. That guy over there ā Donāt look.
Liz : Okay.
Red: With the hair.
Liz: Is he why weāre here?
Red: No. He won the gold medal for the clean and jerk for Belarus. Magnificent drinker, smokes like a chimney.
[ Red offers Liz his cigar ]
Liz: Mmāmm.
Red: Well, hold it, at least. Wave it around. At least look like someone who wants to be here. The owner will make his rounds soon enough.
Liz: My father died of lung cancer.
Red: Mm. Forgive Melissa. Should we go?
Liz: No.
Red: You sure?
Liz: Letās wait for the owner. You once said the reason you were here was because of my father.
Red: Whatās this about, Lizzie?
Liz: Did the two of you know each other? Donāt tell me you were friends. You donāt have friends.
Red: I knew your father, and he knew me.
Liz: Is that why you were in his hospital room the day he died? I talked to you on the phone that day. You never mentioned you were there.
Red: No, I didnāt.
Liz: There was something he wanted to tell me. I could tell by his voice the last time we spoke. But he didnāt. Was that because of you? You were at my fatherās bedside the day he died. Iāve been with you almost every day since. Youāve said nothing not a word. The two of you obviously knew one another, but he never mentioned you. Why? How did you know each other? Why were you there?
Red: I went to see Sam before he died. I said goodbye. [ Footsteps approach ] Charles. Good to see you again, my friend. Ah, bless you, Charles. You are my friend. Natalie here is under the impression I donāt have any. Listen, Charles, I need to know whether this gentleman has been in recently.
Charles: Oh, Iām not in the business of revealing my clientele, but considering Mali [ Laughing ]
Red: Oh, my God! Mali! The tiniest lady on Earth. What a marvel. The things she could do.
Charles: On her head.
Red: [ Laughing ] Thatās right on her head! I wish you could have met her.
Charles: Anyway, about your inquiry, he was here for dinner a few evenings ago. Mr. King.
Red: How perfectly on the nose. Did he happen to leave a telephone number when he made his reservation?
Charles: No, but he was complaining about the heat register at the Brixton.
[ Ressler and Liz enter room ]
Liz: Clear. Roomās clean.
[ Beep ] [ Beeping ] [ They see two computers in suitcases displaying schematics ]
Ressler: What in the hell is this?
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Liz: Okay, thatās the last one.
Aram: Yeah, okay, got it.
Meera: What are we looking at?
Ressler: Looks like a private residence.And comparing the blueprints to the photos, Iād say these two places are one and the same.
Liz: And the second and third photo I sent you appear to be alarm codes and wiring schematics.
Cooper: Itās a breaching plan. I think you might have found our suspectās next target. I want to know who that house belongs to.
Meera: Wait. Can you blow up that lowerāleft photo?
Liz: What do you see?
Meera: There in that window. Aram?
Aram: One second. Letās get the get the fuzzies out. Okay. V&M Security.
Meera: Can you pull up the alarm codes for the house?
Aram: Hold on. According to V&Mās database, the system is registered to an Albert R Mitchell.
Meera: The US Senator? The next target, but why?
Cooper: Because when a Senator dies in office, it triggers a special election. And guess who the perfect front-runner would be to fill the vacancy.
Ressler: Representative Patrick Chandler.
Cooper: Get out there and place Mitchell in protective custody now. Get Senator Mitchell on the line and alert the propertyās security office.
[ Alarm blaring ]
Mrs Mitchell: Whatās happening?
Mitchell: I donāt know.
Mrs Mitchell: Iām calling the police.
[ Blaring stops ] [ Dialing ] [ Rapid beeping ]
Mrs Mitchell: Thereās no signal.
Mitchell: Get in the bathroom and lock the door.
Mrs Mitchell: Where are you going?
Mitchell: To check out the house. Get in the bathroom, Jeanie please.
Cooper: I canāt get Senator Mitchell on the line.
Aram: We were able to trace the banking information found in Chandlerās hotel to accounts linked to Chandler. The payments go back to 2007. Theyāve been planning this thing for years.
[ Stairs creaking ] [ Man sniffs ]
Mitchell: Look, take anything you want and go.
Kingmaker: No, Iām not interested in your valuables, Senator.
Mitchell: Who are you?
Kingmaker: It doesnāt matter who I am. It only matters who theyāll think I was. [ Sniffs ] [ Gun cocks ] The papers will say that it was a burglary gone wrong. Your topānotch security system alerted you to the intruder. Naturally, you went for your weapon, only to learn, as so many gun owners tragically do, that youāre far more likely to have that very weapon used against you.
Mitchell: Look, Iāll give you anything. What do you want?
Kingmaker: I want you to vacate your Senate seat.
Mitchell: What are you talking about?
Kingmaker: Submit your resignation.
Mitchell: Okay. Sure. Whatever you say. I can do it tomorrow.
Kingmaker: Hmm. [ Clicks tongue ] Unfortunately, on second thought, I donāt think I can trust the word of a politician.
[ Tires screech ] [ Gunshot ]
Ressler: Iāll go around the back.
[ Door opens, closes ]
Ressler: Iāll call it in. Iām up.
[ Liz searches downstairs. The Kingmaker comes up behind her and tries to choke her. Ressler returns and shoots him ]
Red: [ Footsteps approach ] Iāve been sitting here for almost 20 minutes.
Yeah.
Red: I canāt remember the last time ā
Fitch: Ray, before you say what youāre about to say, I was told not to come here at all. Youāre feeling disrespected, but the fact that I even walked in here is proof that the opposite is true.
Red: I take it you spoke with your colleagues.
Fitch: Weāre out, Ray.
Red: Thatās a mistake.
Fitch: Yeah, so you said.
Red: And if the evidence in my possession is compromised?
Fitch: Weāre big boys. We can do our own risk assessment. Look, for what itās worth, I voted to step in, but others were not as forwardāthinking.
Red: The Chinese delegation.
There are some among us who think we should have killed you outright, called your bluff about whether or not you actually have this alleged evidence.
Red: And that would be another mistake. You know me considerably better than either of us would like to admit. I will win this war. This enemy of mine will lose. Even with you and your shortsighted brethren watching safely from a distant hill. Why? Because as bad as you may think I am, as far as you think Iām willing to go to protect that which I hold most dear, you canāt possibly fathom how deep that well of mine truly goes. You think youāve come here simply to say that you canāt help me, but all youāve done is ensure that when this is all over, I wonāt be able to help you. When the day inevitably comes that I settle up with your little Alliance, it will be you, Alan, alone in the dark.
Dembe: Agent Keen for you.
Red: What have you got, Lizzie?
Liz: The Kingmaker.
Red: You have him? He was targeting Senator Mitchell so that Chandler could take his seat. Lizzie, listen to me very closely. I need you to hold him for me. Thatās all I need.
Why?
Red: Thereās a politician in Prague. The Kingmaker was hired to take him out of play. I need to know who commissioned that.
Liz: Thatās not going to be possible.
Red: Itās the entire reason I brought you this case.
Liz: The Kingmaker is dead. Red? Red?
[ Telephone beeps ] [ Red throws his Scotch glass into receptacle, shattering it ]
Woman 1: Mr. Chandler!
Woman 2: Mr. Chandler! Will you stop working [ Camera shutter clicks ] ā
Mr. Chandler? Mr. Chandler?
Woman 3: Mr. Chandler, what happened?
Woman 4: Do you have a few minutes, Mr. Chandler, to answer a couple of questions for us? [ Car door closes ]
More questions: What about the accident? Mr. Chandler, how are you feeling? When will you be returning to work?
Chandler: Our thoughts and prayers go out to Senator Mitchell and his family. Iām pleased to hear heās stable, and I hope he makes a full recovery.
Liz: Patrick Chandler?
Chandler: Yeah?
Liz: Youāre under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.
[ Grunts ] [ Reporters shouting ]
Ressler: Just smile for the cameras.
[ Shouting continues ]
[ Cellphone buzzes ]
Aram: Aram. Hey. Uh, I know youāre, uh, superābusy, but thereās something you said thatās been bothering me. Mr. Reddington left the hospital at 4:37 PM. You said your father died almost an hour later?
Liz: Right. My father died around 5:30 PM. What are you getting at?
Aram: I asked the hospital to send over their internal report taken by the active nurse on duty at the time of your fatherās death. Your father was found by the hospital staff at 5:30 PM, but the medical examiner estimated he died a little less than an hour before he was found.
Liz: When Reddington was in the room. He was there when my father died.
[ Red and Dembe are playing a board game ]
Red: [ Door opens ] Oh! You mnh. [ Door closes ] [ Footsteps approach ] Give us a moment. Lizzie, I have an update for you on the movements of your husband. Apparently, Tom has ā
Liz: Were you in the hospital room when he died? Did you kill my father? Did you kill him?
Red: Yes.
Liz: I was right.
[ Voice breaking ]
Liz: There was something he wanted to tell me before he died, and you didnāt want me to know.
Red: Itās not quite that simple.
Liz: Go to hell.
Red: I donāt expect you to understand.
Liz: Understand?! How could I possibly understand when you take someone I love away from me and then try to justify it?!
Red: Listen to me. Iāve been friends with Sam for all of yours and most of my life. He was dying. Every part of his body was failing. He was impatient for it to end. Heād asked to be disconnected from all the machines. He was in pain and suffering. And he wasnāt thinking clearly. If he were, he would never have chosen to tell you any of it. It wasnāt his choice to make. We said goodbye and I put him out of his misery.
Liz: Weāre done. Iām done. This ends right now. God, youāre a monster.
[ ā« music: Keaton Hensonās āSweetheart, What Have You Done To Us?ā plays ]
[ Door opens, closes ] [ Door opens ] [ Footsteps approach ] [ Door closes ]
[ Knock on door, Ressler answers ]
Liz: I didnāt know where else to go.
āŖ Sweetheart, What Have You Done To Us?
By Keaton HensonāŖ Sweetheart, what have you done to us?
I turned my back and you turned to dust
What have you done?āŖ And oh please, just come here, donāt fight with me
And I admit, think you may have broken it, yeah I admitāŖ And if all you wanted was songs for you
Well here goes, after all that youāve put me through
Hereās one for youāŖ And donāt call me lover, itās not enough
Itās got to be tough, cynical stuff
Follow my words to the end of our loveāŖ And God, you were the one who told me not to be
So EnglishSweetheart, what have you done to our love?
Lyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1HLUYtJ
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1dO7ce1
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š“ Episode 1:21 Berlin
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š“ Episode 1:21 Berlin
First aired: 5/5/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
Source: Captions from Springfield http://bit.ly/1rQTF4e
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IMDb Episode Details: http://imdb.to/1JhLcjs
Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: John Eisendrath, Jon Bokenkamp
Directed by: Michael Zinberg
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Episode 1:21 Berlin
Blurb: People are being infected with a deadly virus so the antidote can be used to blackmail them. And the only doctor who can help is in an insane asylum.
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Amanda: You sure youāre feeling okay? You were coughing all night.
Paul: Iām fine. Itās probably nothing. What time is Stellaās talent show?
Amanda: 7:00.
Paul: Any idea when she goes on, or do I have to sit and watch that Doyle kid do backflips for 20 minutes?
Amanda: Oh. Be nice.
Paul: No, I donāt want you to get what I got.
Amanda: Iāll see you tonight.
Greeter or Guard: Morning, Paul.
911 Operator: Whatās your emergency?
Paul: I need a doctor. Westland Bank, 14th and Vermont.
Operator: Whatās happening? Are you injured?
Paul: Do you record these calls?
Operator: Yes. Whatās your emergency?
Paul: Amanda hey. Itās me. Look something happened. Iām sick. I want to let you know how much I love you.
Greeter: Paul, are you all right? Paul. Paul, Paul. Look at me. Look at me. You all right? Someone call a doctor! Paul, Paul, look at me. Paul. Paul, look at me. Look at me. Relax. Relax, Paul.
Man: Whatās going on?
Someone: Hey, I ā
Guard: Back up, sir. Back up.
Man: I said, āWhatās going on?ā
Female in Uniform: Back up now. Look, folks, if I can have your attention, we have a situation thatās gonna require everyone stay put.
Woman: Iām not staying.
Female in Uniform: Based on this manās symptoms, we have a reason to believe whatever he has may be contagious.
Someone: Wait, youāre saying that weāre weāre what?
Someone: Infected with that? Let me out of here.
Female in Uniform: For your own safety, you need to remain in the building.
Voices: Back up now. Back up.
ā Please!
ā My son, my son.
ā Please.
Guard: Nobodyās leaving. Nobody can leave.
Voices [ General commotion]: I said, āLet me outā! [ Crowd pushing ]
Guard [ Pulls gun ]: Nobody is leaving this building! Weāre under quarantine.
Voices: Letās go. Letās go!
Liz: I should have let you rough him up.
Ressler: Listen I canāt vouch for how Cooper or the Bureau may react to this, but this, Tom ā Youāre doing the right thing here, Liz.
Liz: No matter how this all turns out, Iām gonna find Tom, or whatever the hell his name is, and Iām gonna take him apart piece by piece until he tells me everything.
Ressler: And Iāll help you do just that. But right now, the only real way out of this thing is to go right through it.
āŖ Only one way
Ressler: You ready?
āŖ only one way
Liz [ Under questioning ]: I first met the individual who calls himself āTom Keenā on July 9, 2010, at a cafĆ© in Georgetown.
āŖ Only one way
Liz: I believe he was inserted into my life in an effort to locate Raymond Reddington. I believe he had advanced knowledge that Reddington would contact me. How or why, I donāt know.
[ Background sounds & voices as Liz and Tomās home is searched: ] (No. That stays.)
āŖ Only one way
Only one way ā
Only one way ā
Liz: I also believe that since making contact, Tom Keenās dual purpose has been data collection ā and counterintel.
Interrogator: Did you tell your husband you were working with Raymond Reddington?
Liz: I did not. And if you would refrain from referring to him as my husband, Iād appreciate that.
āŖ Iām coming, coming, Iām coming for you
Female questioner: And you have no idea as to his whereabouts at this time?
Liz: No.
āŖ When the sun goes down
Liz: When Tom Keen realized I wasnāt going to share my work details with him he insisted on surrendering himself to me so that he could front-door infiltrate this facility for further data collection.
Interrogator: You think that he wanted to be discovered by you in order that he could be detained here? Is that your belief?
Liz: It is. He wanted inside this facility.
āŖ I come to your house
Interrogator: What have you learned about any possible accomplices?
I know three. Christopher Maly, who claimed to be his brother, Craig Keen. Jolene Parker, also known as Jolene Brooks. Both are dead. Maly committed suicide. And I believe Tom Keen murdered Jolene Parker. The third is Gina Zanetakos. Iām not sure how sheās connected, but she is available for questioning, since she is serving a sentence for conspiracy and murder at Danbury.
Interrogator. No, Gina Zanetakos escaped two weeks ago when she was on a work furlough. Her whereabouts are unknown.
Female Interrogator: Why didnāt you inform the Bureau about Tom Keen after uncovering his initial deception?
Liz: I wanted to investigate him.
Interrogator: Why?
Liz: So I could see how deep this rabbit hole would run.
Interrogator: You didnāt want to help him escape?
Liz: Thatās really a stupid question.
āŖ Thereās only way to soothe my soul
Tom: Call Reddington. Tell him you lost the tail. Do it now.
āŖ Thereās only way to soothe my soul Only one way Only one way
Dembe: They lost the husband. How bad is it?
Red: Worse than I thought.
Tom: You know, I knew a guy once he had a spider web all down his arm. He had one ring for every body that he claimed credit for. Whatās your name? Whatās your name?
Jesse: Jesse.
Tom: Jesse. You a killer, Jesse? I sure hope youāre a killer, because I donāt think you have a future in surveillance.
Jesse: IāI can help you, man. Reddington he trusts me.
Tom: Reddington doesnāt even know your name. But I know for damn sure that he didnāt tell you ā anything about his business.
Jesse: Thatās not true. I know a lot.
Tom: He gave you a photo. He gave you some cash up front, and he told you to follow me. You donāt know who I am. But the man that you work for heās very careful. Heās cautious. Heās controlled. Heās ruthless. I know all that ācause I followed him for years. But hereās the thing. The guy that I work for heās more cautious, heās more controlled, and heās far more ruthless.
Jesse: Maybe heās the guy I should be working for.
Tom: You donāt choose Berlin. He chooses you. And he is coming. Man. That really is a nice tattoo.
Cooper: Whatās this?
Liz: My letter of resignation.
Red: Hello, Agent Keen.
Liz: As of today, Iām requesting an immediate transfer out of the task force.
Cooper: Look, Agent Keen, the revelations about your husband I trust you had nothing to do with it.
Liz: Iāve made up my mind.
Red: [ Who is also in Cooperās office] I have an urgent case.
Liz: Heāll have to tell it to someone else.
Red: Thatās not going to work.
Cooper: I trust you had nothing to do with your husband. The Bureau, not so much. But theyāre willing to give you the benefit of the doubt precisely because they know how valuable you are.
Liz: I am only valuable because Iām willing to speak to Reddington, ā and that is no longer the case.
Cooper: Agent Keen ā
Liz: He killed my father. Reddington went into my fatherās hospital room when he was alive. And when Reddington came out, my father was dead.
Cooper: Iād like to have a word with Agent Keen privately, please.
Red: No.
Cooper: No?
Red: This case relates directly to your husband and why he was here. I have reason to believe an attack is imminent.
Liz: Sir, Reddington should tell you what he knows, or you should detain him here indefinitely.
Cooper: There was a piece of evidence in your storage unit. Berlin. Is that what this is about? Something in Berlin?
Red: People are going to die, Harold.
Liz: Those lives are on his hands.
Cooper: I donāt want to seem dismissive, and I promise I will consider your request and all of your grievances. But if what he says is true
Liz: Sir, please accept my resignation.
Red: Agent Keen, are you really willing to put your anger at me above the lives of innocent people?
Liz: Iāll do the case. But when itās over, Iām finished. Understood? Iām done.
Red: Earlier today, a man died at The Westland Bank in Manhattan. Reports indicate the cause of death may have been the Cullen virus. HazMat teams have quarantined the bank. The deceased has been identified as a Paul Blankenship, an armoredātruck driver. Theyāre working to identify how he was infected. Paul Blankenship didnāt pick up this bug while wandering through subtropical Africa. I believe he was infected as part of a larger plot involving myself and this task force.
Cooper: How does a man dying in a bank have anything to do with you?
Red: Threats on my life are a constant. I monitor them closely. Two days ago, I received word of a biological threat.
Cooper: Does this connect back to Berlin?
Red: I suspect this incident at the bank is not what it seems, but rather the first shot in a larger, coordinated assault aimed directly at me. I donāt think Paul Blankenship was a victim of an outbreak. I think he was a foot soldier in a biological army. I think he was meant to carry out orders by a superior, someone whoās willing to use one of the worldās most deadly viruses to further their cause.
Cooper: An outbreak of Cullen could lead to a global pandemic.
Red: The very threat of an outbreak would cause panic, fear. And fear is a valuable tool to get people to do what you want.
Liz: Sounds like an elaborate plan just to get to you.
Red: Listen, I canāt connect all the dots between the incident at the bank and the eventual outcome, but I sincerely doubt his death was part of the plan, a plan devised by someone who doesnāt care how many people die, as long as Iām one of them.
Dr Buckner: Dr. Nina Buckner, CDCās Epidemic Intelligence Service.
Liz: Good to see you again. Thanks for taking the time. We donāt want to interfere with your investigation.
Buckner: No, actually, you do, especially after what Iām about to show you. We did a full workāup on the victim. He was infected with what we call Cullen, a virus strain so lethal that two dozens of the worldās leading virologists declared a moratorium on all research.
Liz: Itās too deadly to study?
Buckner: All known cultures are on lockdown. The risk is too great. The influenza pandemic in 1918 killed 50 million people. If this strain went airborne, it would wipe out that number in the first month.
Liz: If it went airborne. So youāre saying you think it didnāt?
Buckner: Correct. Weāve checked everyone in the bank. Incredibly, nobody else is infected. It looks like this virus was intentionally mutated to contain itself in the original host. It doesnāt spread.
Ressler: So youāre saying that somebody designed this virus, built it to target the infected victim.
Buckner: Yes. He was poisoned. I think we may have found the murder weapon. This was in Blankenshipās jacket.
Liz: Thatās the virus? ā
Buckner: Well, we donāt know yet. Weāre taking it back for analysis now.
Ressler: Why would somebody send it to him? Did he inject himself?
Buckner: Well, thatās your department. But Iāll say this. There are not a lot of scientists proficient enough to mutate a virus like this. Anyone working with Cullen is doing so in isolation, illegally, and for no good purpose.
Red: You realize if you leave, the task force ends. Everyoneās lives go back to normal, except yours.
Liz: This doctor friend of yours tell me about him.
Red: He was the lead research scientist on infectious diseases at USAMRIID and the foremost expert on the Cullen virus.
Liz: āWas.ā Now heās a criminal.
Red: No, the work heās done has been criminalized, which is why he left USAMRIID. But if anybody knows anything about blackāmarket viruses, itās Dr.Bruce Sanders. This is a copy of Tomās code book. It was used to pass information between Tom and his superiors. I had my associate Borakove decode it. Thereās surprisingly little about myself and my organization, but it contains speculation about our cases and a great deal about you. I suggest you use some discretion as to how you disclose any of it. Itās an olive branch, Lizzie.
Liz: Dembe, do you mind trading seats with me?
Ressler: I just heard back from the CDC. Syringe found on our victim? Well, it didnāt contain the virus. It contained the cure. Youāre looking at the antidote to the worldās deadliest virus.
Cooper: Antidote? I thought the CDC said there was no known cure.
Ressler: There wasnāt until this.
Meera: IāI donāt understand. If Blankenship had the cure, then why is he dead?
Ressler: Forensics pulled text messages from Blankenshipās cell.
Meera: āYour next treatment is on its way. Do your job on the 30th and treatments will continue.ā Aram: āDo your job.ā What job?
Ressler: The 30th is tomorrow.
Cooper: This isnāt an outbreak. Itās extortion. Blankenship was infected with a deadly virus ā and blackmailed for the antidote.
Ressler: Which he refused. This guy chose to die instead of following orders.
Meera: Why? Blackmailed for what? To kill Reddington? It still seems like a bit of a reach.
Cooper: Reddington was right about one thing. Whatever this organization, Berlin, is planning, Blankenship was vital to it. And with him gone, Berlinās gonna need a replacement.
[ Recording: ] Mr. Klein, you are dying. I have infected you with the Cullen virus. It is the single deadliest pathogen in existence. Within a matter of hours, your temperature will spike, rashes will spread. You will experience blackouts, bleeding. And within 24 hours, you will be dead. Medical science has no known cure. But I do. In the syringe before you, you will find your first treatment, which will sustain you for the next 24 hours. Contact the police or notify anyone, including your family, and there will not be another. If youāre still alive in 24 hours, you will receive your second treatment, along with instructions on how to proceed.
Monique: Dr. Sanders is incredibly wellārespected by everyone on staff. Iāve never seen anyone quite as dedicated to his work.
Red: Please, Monique, tell me heās not testing his pincushion voodoo on the patients. Heās still doing research?
Monique: Oh, yes. And, mind you, itās all over my head. But virology is Dr. Sandersā lifework.
Iāll check on you in a bit.
Red: One of the brightest men Iāve ever met. Dr. Sanders. I donāt know if you remember me, but ā
Sanders: Liechtenstein. Right. December 2010. No, no. January 2011. Reming ā No, no, no. Reddington.
Red: Raymond.
Sanders: Yes! Raymond! Sit down, Raymond. Sit, please.
Red: I met Dr. Sanders here through a mutual friend to discuss a very delicate and underfunded research project. As I recall, the science was awesome but financially precarious. We did, however, spend a glorious weekend in Godās country with two snow bunnies who were dead ringers for the Swiss Miss girl.
Sanders: And we watched Space Ranger.
Red: Yes. Space Ranger. What a memory. I heard you went through a bit of a rough patch. But it looks like youāve landed on your feet.
Sanders: Iāve never been better.
Red: And youāve relocated.
Sanders: The, um staff is not exactly what you would call ātop drawer.ā I have fired Monique twice, and she still shows up for work every day like clockwork. I donāt have the heart to pull her security badge.
Red: Dr. Sanders is at the forefront of virology. Heās been working tirelessly to find cures for some of the worldās most deadly illnesses. A few years back, he injected himself with meningitis and along with what he thought was a synthesized cure.
Sanders: Oops! But Iām no, Iām- Iām- Iām fine, really. Full recovery.
Red: Doctor, weāve come to you on pressing business. What can you tell us about the Cullen virus?
Sanders: Oh, spooky. Spooky stuff. Bad news.
Liz: Youāve researched it? Well, it was recently used as a weapon to target a man named Paul Blankenship.
Sanders: He must be the first. There will be more.
Liz: How do you know that?
Sanders: Cullen is the instrument of the Apocalypse. The five horsemen are coming, and they will bring death and destruction unlike ā
Liz: There are four horsemen.
Sanders: There are five! This I know.
Red: How do you know?
Sanders: The Space Agent. The Space Agent. UD-4126.
Red: Is he still active?
Sanders: Active and operational.
Red: UD-4126 was never ā That wormy little bastard could barely land the simulator, let alone carry out an Alphaālevel mission.
Sanders: Chesterfield cleared him. Two days later, he came to me for research. He wanted me to look at some some field tests, systematic observations.
Red: Anything you can share?
Sanders: Well, Iāve got research on Cullen, if thatās what you mean, and activated carbon samples, absorption tests.
Red: Whatever youāve got. Iād love our people at the lab ā to give this a onceāover.
Sanders: Yeah. UD-4126 is way out of line this time, way out of line.
Red: Well, Iāll say.
āā
Liz: āSpace Agent UD-4126.ā How stupid do you think I am?
Red: Not the slightest.
Liz: Heās a patient in a mental facility. This little field trip had nothing to do with trying to solve the case and everything to do with you getting me alone in that plane so you could try to change my mind.
Red: Lizzie, someone is using a unique and deadly pathogen.
Liz: Yeah, you keep saying that. Who? Who is this mysterious someone?
Red: I donāt know.
Liz: Have you ever had a selfless moment in your entire life? One where you werenāt trying to think of some angle you could play or advantage you could gain? My God, itās amazing. If you expect me to forgive you ā
Red: What are you doing?
Liz: Catching a cab to the airport. Iām flying back on my own.
Walter Gary Martin: You understand if Agent Keen walks, the deal is off. Reddington will no longer have immunity.
Cooper: I understand.
Martin: Weāll imprison him, suspend Habeas Corpus indefinitely, and Reddington will likely never see sunlight again. As for Agent Keen, I can tell you right now Iāve gone on record with the Director stating that I believe weāve been overly indulgent with her. We still havenāt fully surmised the true nature of her relationship with Reddington, and now her husband is a fugitive?
Cooper: If youāre trying to impugn her integrity, I can assure you Agent Keen has been nothing but an earnest and dedicated agent.
Martin: And I can assure you that given the way this task force is ending, your future at the Bureau is also in question. But about Reddington ā talk to me about how weāre gonna bring him in. What do you got? What?
Meera: Is it true? Are you leaving?
Liz: Look, Iām sorry.
Ressler: Liz, donāt be sorry. We support whatever decision you make. āā Reddington sent over the research notes from the doctor you met with.
Liz: The ādoctorā we met with. Sanders is a patient in a mental institution.
Ressler: Yeah, well, according to Dr. Buckner, heās created an antidote to Cullen.
Liz: Sanders is researching a lethal virus from inside a psych ward?
Ressler: Thatās not all ā in order to test these theories, heād have to synthesize the molecules, find out how they interact in vivo. For that, heād need a lab.
Liz: You really believe heās working with someone on the outside whoās testing his theories, manufacturing an antidote?
Ressler: If Sanders has a partner, he may be the one who infected Blankenship. Youāve got to go back to him, find out who Sanders is working with.
Liz: Bruce Sanders wonāt talk to me.
Red: Of course he wonāt.
Liz: I need your help.
Red: I thought you and I werenāt on speaking terms.
Liz: Weāre not.
Red: How reminiscent of elementary school.
Liz: Whatās this?
Red: A gift from your husband. Itās a tattoo from the neck of an associate of mine a message of sorts. Itās a reminder of the kind of people weāre dealing with.About our trip to see Dr. Sanders, will you be traveling with me, or are you flying coach again?
Liz: Letās talk about Space Agent UD-4126.
Sanders: No can do.
Liz: Did he visit you here?
Sanders: Donāt remember.
Liz: Did he come to you for help?
Sanders: You said she was trustworthy. What are all these questions?
Red: Sheās been cleared Alpha level. You want me to get Chesterfield on the line?
Liz: I need answers.
Sanders: Well, I ā Yes, he came to me for help. He, uh, asked me to look at some fieldwork.
Liz: Who came to you for help?
Sanders: UD-4126
Liz: You have to give me the scientistās name. Whoās doing the experiments?
Sanders: I told you his name UD-4126.
Liz: His name.
Red: He doesnāt know his name.
Sanders: 4126. Thatās all I know.
Red: Bruce, lives are at stake. UD-4126 I need some way of knowing who that is.
Sanders: No! The horsemen! I told you what I know! It was a topāsecret mission, this! Thatās all I know! UD-4126! Monique, Monique Monique Monique
Liz: What is it? What did you see?
Aram: I ran every badge from every agency that responded to the incident at Westland Bank Homeland, FBI, FEMA and DCPD.
Ressler: Why limit the search to the bank?
Liz: Because thatās where I saw it a badge with the UD classification.
Aram: Searching the preface āUDā turned up nothing. So I widened to HHS, ADSTR, and I got a hit. The only department that uses the preface UD is the Center for Disease Control. āSpace Agent 4126ā is Dr.Nikolaus Vogel. He lives in Arlington.
[ Voices: ]
ā FBI! Clear.
ā Go! Go! Basement.
ā Upstairs.
āā
Ressler: We need to have a few words, Dr. Vogel. Who are you blackmailing and why? I asked you a question.
Meera: Whatever the incident is, we know itās scheduled to happen today.
Ressler: Tell us what we need to know. Help up stop this. We can help you.
Vogel: Thereās nothing to say. Thereās nothing you can do. Heās coming.
Meera: Whoās coming?
Cooper: You know what happens if you go through with your resignation. Theyāll take him. Reddington disappears. This task force, this group never existed. Heāll never go to trial. He wonāt be in jail. Heāll be shoved in a box and interrogated the rest of his life. And knowing Reddington, that wonāt be long.
Liz: This isnāt about my husband or even what Reddington did to my father. This is all of it. Itās too much. Iām not strong enough.
Cooper: You are. Youāve proven that.
Liz: Where do you want it to happen?
Cooper: Anywhere he wonāt suspect.
Liz: Dembe, itās me. Is he there? I need to see Reddington.
Liz: Tell me about the people you blackmailed. Who are they? You donāt seem like someone with enemies.
Vogel: Oh, no, theyāre not. Theyāre not my enemies at all. Theyāre just different people from all walks of life.
Liz: Iām gonna need names.
Vogel: You canāt have them. And it wonāt make any difference, anyway. How are you gonna help them? Iām the only one that has what they want what they need. So, theyāre gonna carry out my instructions or die trying, no matter what you do. Thatās how blackmail works, sweetheart.
Liz: Iāve got to hand it to you. Itās a pretty sharp play. Infecting people with a fatal virus that only you have the antidote for and then telling them they canāt have that antidote unless they do exactly as you ask. Such a smart plan that I borrowed it. Now, Iām no doctor, so I donāt know how fast this virus of yours takes to set in, but I know it will kill you, soon. So youāre gonna do what I say and give me those five names, ācause thatās how blackmail works, sweetheart. Let me know when youāre ready to talk.
āŖ I rose to the satellite Till petals filled the sky
Put your arms around Everyone you donāt want to die oh, oh.
Liz: [ Various phone calls ] What do you know about recent criminal activity in Berlin? ā¦ āAussiedlerā? How do you spell that? ā¦ Make a sign that reads āThereās nothing here to seeā ā¦ What about the Tambov gang? ā¦ ZāEāMāUāN. Travel by with those. A whole bunch that they can see ā¦
āŖ Didnāt you know? Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, oh
Weāre all losing, and theyāre winning
Ah, ha, ah, ah Doādo, doādoādoādo
Put your arms around
Everyone you donāt want to die.
Liz: Oh, my God. Itās all connected.ā¤
Ressler: What is?
Liz: All of it, everything the blacklist. Weāve been looking at it all wrong. We see these cases Reddington gives us as individual, as if theyāre disconnected, but what if theyāre not random? What is thereās a larger pattern to all of it?:
Reddington got a number from Wujing, a code that he entered into ViCAP after helping us stop General Ludd in order to identify Lucy Brooks, also known as Jolene Parker, who he then tracked down using The Alchemistās client list. Theyāre connected. Maybe not all, but some. Gina Zanetakos, the courier. I believe they all trace back to one entity.
Cooper: In Berlin.
Ressler: So Reddingtonās using us to clear the table, wipe out the competition.
Liz: Thatās what I thought. Thatās what weāre trained to think. But thatās not how he thinks. Look at this like he would, like a criminal. Reddington said heās bracing for war. And in a war, you need allies. Put yourself in his position. Itās not just the FBI whoās after him. What if thereās someone else, someone he canāt stop alone? What better way for a criminal to turn the tables on someone than to get the FBI on his side? Our resources and our protection not to expand his empire, but simply to survive.
Aram: Why wouldnāt he just tell us whoās after him?
Ressler: Because he doesnāt know.
Liz: Sanders said thereās an impending apocalypse, and Vogelās words to us? āHeās comingā? Whoās coming? Berlin. Itās not a place. Itās a person. And that person is coming for Red today.
Meera: Dr. Vogel talked. Meet our blackmail victims: an electrician, a maintenance person, a retired airātraffic controller, and an armoredātruck driver.
Cooper: And theyāre connected how?
Meera: Airports. Edger Pivens is a retired airātraffic controller. The others have contracts with various airports in the area waste management, security, and power upgrades. The driver of the armored vehicle? His company picks up payroll from regional airports.
Ressler: Paul Blankenshipās replacement.
Meera: This last guy, Dimitri Federov former pilot for Aeroflot, the Russian airline.
Cooper: Thatās five victims.
Ressler: Five horsemen.
Aram: Thatās a great band name.
Cooper: And Vogel told you this was what? An attack?
Meera: Heās not sure. All he knows is that it involves some kind of prison transport.
Ressler: This isnāt an outbreak.
Liz: Itās a jailbreak.
Cooper: Notify the FAA and alert Tactical. Put in a kite-runner to CENTCOM. Find that plane now.
Liz: Sir, the new information about the cases, how theyāre connected at the end of all this, Reddington is the target. Someoneās after him. I really think my resignation ā
Cooper: Itās too late, Agent Keen. The Directorās made his decision. Itās over.
[ Liz dashes off ]
Cooper: Agent Keen!
Aram: Sir, I think I have something. Look at this from Vogelās computer. Your target is Langston Municipal Airport.
Itās very simple. If you want to survive, you will complete your task. Another dose of the antidote will arrive after this task is completed. You will take your break at exactly 2:55 PM. All we need are your credentials. Open the door to the server room. An associate will take it from there.
Red: Lizzie.
Liz: I need you to come with me.
Red: Where?
Liz: You need to get in the car.
Red: Why?
Liz: You need to get in the car now.
Red: Lizzie, what have you done?
Once inside, you will disable the security grid. The system uses a quantum X storage processor multipath IP distribution. Circumvent the firewall at exactly 3:00 PM.
[ Tactical group jumps out of armored vehicle ]
ā Letās go. Letās go.
ā Move, move, move! Letās go! Letās go! Letās go! Letās go! Control, squawk 4ā4ā6.
to land on Runway C.
[ š„ Action āScenes š„ ]
[ Inside army-drab transport plane, one pilot shoots the other; plane about to land.]
ā Proceed to a flight ceiling of 1ā8ā0ā0.
ā Abort, abort, abort, abort, abort!
ā Go! Go! Go! Runway has been compromised.
ā Abort, abort.
ā Do not land.
[ Plane pulls up and away ]
Liz: They voided your agreement. The deal itās off. You donāt have immunity.
Red: And you set this meeting so they could take me.
Liz: We need to leave. (Dembe)
Red: Lizzie, youāre obviously here now because you sense this meeting was a mistake. Is that true?
Liz: We donāt have time for this.
Red: This mistake Iād like to hear more about it.
Dembe: Raymond, we have to go.
Red: Not until I hear from Agent Keen. You should wait in the vehicle, Dembe.
Dembe: We need you two to leave. Letās go.
Red: Iām sorry, Lizzie. Please go on. You were going to tell me about your change of heart.
[ Fighter jets taking off ]
ā Tiger Cat 51, youāre clear for takeoff. Contact Departure Control when airborne.
Roger.
ā Tiger Cat 51 clear for takeoff. Your flight plan has been altered under FAA emergency incursion status.
[ In transport cockpit: ]
ā NORAD scrambled a pair of fighter jets. Theyāre telling us to set down at JFK.
ā No! No! They have shootātoākill orders.
ā How long do we have?
ā Okay, put it down!
ā Down?!
ā Put it down! Someplace soft.
ā How do you feel about the East River?
ā Are you crazy?
ā Thereās no time.
Liz: We have to go.
Red: What changed, Lizzie? What are you ā
Liz: Do you want to spend the rest of your life in solitary confinement? The full force of the FBI is coming for you.
Red: None of that matters.
Liz: You want me to tell you you were right, donāt you? Thatās what this is about.
Red: This is about Sam.
Liz: Iām not gonna give you that.
Red: What did you learn about Sam?
Liz: Iām not going to forgive you for killing my father.
Red: So, this is where it ends.
Liz: I know about the cases, how theyāre connected, somehow.
Meera: Ressler, you need to see this.
[ Bottle of champagne with āWelcome to Americaā sign in limousine ]
Ressler: Who the hell is this guy?
[ In cockpit ]
Man: Give me the key.
Liz: I know about Berlin ā that heās a person, that heās coming for you. Red, the FBI is coming for you.
Red: Theyāre already here, Lizzie. What are they gonna do to me that hasnāt been done before? Kill me? None of it is worse than losing you. Please excuse the gun. Iād hate for them to think weāre in cahoots.
Liz: You donāt always get to have your way. You donāt get out of this.
FBI: ā Drop the weapon now! ā
Liz: Thereās no way youāre out of here!
ā Youāre surrounded! ā
Red: You should go.
Liz: If this is another one of your games to try to trick me into forgiving you for Sam ā¦
ā Put the weapon down! ā
Liz: ā¦ for what youāve done. You have ruined my life. And I swear to God, right now, I want to kill you. But there are answers I need, and I canāt get them without you.
Red: And I canāt get them without you. So I guess weāre stuck with each other.
āā
Red: I was once on the island of Ko Ri, free-diving in the Andaman Sea. I felt terribly ill stung by a lionfish. I was dehydrated, in excruciating pain. I had lost all sense of time and place. I was completely disoriented. But I knew I was dying, so I readied myself for it. And in that moment, at deathās door, I looked up, and standing over me in the brightness was this landless Moken sea gypsy just standing there, smiling. She and her tribe nursed me back to health, good as new. And when I left the island she kissed me. It was like a burst of sunlight on my cheek. It was ā It made nearly dying well worth it. Thatās how I feel now.
ā Tiger Cat 51, youāre clear to engage.
ā Roger. Engaging the target.
[ Transport plane is hit at low altitude, burning plane roars over heads of Liz and Red ]
Red: Now it begins.
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š“ Episode 1:22 Berlin, Conclusion
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š“ Episode 1:22 Berlin, Conclusion
First aired: 5/12/2014
Status: Final, Date: 8/19/2015
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Slideshow link: (Hostages) https://youtu.be/BcTnXE9E18s
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Created by: Jon Bokenkamp
Written by: Jon Bokenkamp, John Eisendrath, Lukas Reiter, JR Orci, Richard DāOvidio
Directed by: Michael Watkins
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Episode 22: Berlin, Conclusion
Blurb: Redās sworn enemy Berlin is on American soil and finally reveals why he seeks revenge. Tom and Red square off ā with Liz in the middle. The Season Finale.
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[ News Report: ] We are just now getting word of a plane that has apparently crashed off the banks of the East River here in New York. The plane ā Weāve received reports that fighter jets may have shot it down. Weāre getting word that authorities are asking the public to stay away from that area to allow for emergency vehicles and first responders.
[ Prisoners from crashed transport plane describing Berlin (including Slavic accents): ]
ā You heard me. The man ā the pilot ā he was shooting people.
ā I hear two shots behind me. I turn around ā I see the pilot. He goes into the cockpit, and he shoots the co-pilot.
ā People are panicking, screaming.
ā The next thing I know I open my eyes, and this guy ā the guy with the hood on his head ā monster of a guy.
ā Heās handcuffed to a guard.
ā Prisoner #1: And heās cutting his hand off.
ā Prisoner #2: cutting his hand off.
ā Prisoner #3: his hand off.
ā Prisoner #4: cutting hand.
Walter Gary Martin: At least you donāt have to worry about immunity anymore. Youāre never gonna go on trial. You are going to disappear. The girl ā Agent Keen ā was she worth all this? Getting captured?
Red: That stuff you use in your hair ā is that Brylcreem? My father used Brylcreem. [ Pause ] Yes.
Martin: āYesā what?
Red: The girl. Sheās worth it.
Liz: Sir, about Reddington ā
Cooper: My hands are tied.
Liz: He can help. The crash, attack ā whatever it was ā Iām sure it had something to do with Berlin.
Cooper: Thereās nothing we can do.
Liz: Are we being decommissioned?
Cooper: You said after this case that you were finished, no longer willing to work with Reddington. Is that still true?
Liz: Yes ā after this case.
Cooper: Well, thereās your answer. He can wait.
Cooper: What do we know?
Aram: Prison transport ā eight dead at the scene.
Meera: NTSB says the plane was retrofitted with restraints. Two victimsā still unidentifiedā were found cuffed to their seats.
Cooper: Survivors?
Liz: Witness accounts vary. Sightings have been reported from midtown to Wall Street.
Cooper: What about a manifest ā an official record of who was on that plane?
Liz: Thereās nothing official about this.
Meera: The FAA say they were tracking a plane that was supposedly a commercial flight that originated in BogotĆ”. At 4:53, they lost radar contact, transponders, radios. They now believe that the flight plan was bogus.
Aram: Altimeter readings indicate they were flying below 3,000 feet and along the borders between various air-traffic-control centers.
Meera: They flew in radar dead zones to fly undetected across American airspace.
Ressler: NYPD just apprehended two suspects in a carjacking. They think they were passengers on that planeā a Chechen mobster wanted for arms trafficking in Brazil and a Colombian drug dealer.
[ Prisoners voices (including Slavic accents): ]
ā You question me about stealing a car? I was kidnapped, put on a plane. I didnāt know anybody else on the plane.
ā Berlin? Berlin? Iāve never been to Berlin.
ā I donāt know anybody named Berlin.
ā All I know is, they brought on some guy. Okay? Big guy.
ā He got a hood on.
ā He was handcuffed to some guyā a guard.
ā And heās got this guard attached to a handcuff next to him.
ā And then, when the plane is going down, the guy in the hood is telling the pilot what to do, like he was in charge.
ā Mr. Hood.
ā I donāt know names.
ā Types, yes. Colombian, Serbian, Russian. How do I know there was a Russian? Besides being able to smell him? I saw his marksā the tattoos. Those Russians, they love their tattoos.
ā You want me to draw you a picture?
[ News Report (in background): ] Despite a citywide manhunt, three of the prisoners from that crashed plane remain at large. Local authorities are still on high alert after trading gunfire with a barricaded suspect outside Gramercy Park. Heās believed to be one of the missing prisoners. The suspect opened fire on police with a 9āmillimeter semiautomatic before retreating into a nearby warehouse along with two hostages ā¦
[ A man, Kinsky, (later thought to be Berlin by Red and others) responds to knock on door of seedy apartment. Itās Tom. ]
Kinsky: What the hell happened? Did anyone else survive?
Tom: They shut down the entire islandā bridges, tunnels.
Kinsky:The list.
Tom: [ Hands him paper listing āElizabeth Keen, Harold Cooper, Donald Ressler, Meera Malik, Aram Mojtabaiā ] Thatās everyone.
[ Television: ] ā¦ with a hostage negotiating. Surrounding streets have been blocked off, and police are directing traffic ā¦
Tom: So, weāre still moving forward?
[ Kinsky offers menacing smile ]
Liz: Itās vital I speak to him.
Walter Gary Martin: Yeah, thatās not gonna happen.
Liz: He could help us.
Martin: The business with Reddington holding a gun on you didnāt fool me. You nearly fled with him as a fugitive.
Liz: I have no allegiance to Reddington. He killed my father. But this man weāre hunting ā Berlin ā heās somehow in the center of all this, and my only objective is finding him. Reddington can help us.
Walter Gary Martin: You have a visitor.
Alan Fitch: Hello, Ray. I got to tell you, Ray, this concerns me. Iām in the intelligence business. That means knowing things. We tried to trace where that plane originated, where it was headed ā hell, even who it belongs to. Weāve come up dry. Why do I think this is connected to your adversary?
Red: Perhaps if you had accepted my offer of alliance, neither of us would find ourselves in this position now ā you managing a massive intelligence failure and national-news spectacle and me with this enchanting view.
Fitch: My people made their decision. That said, I think they made the wrong one. Having you disappear into some black hole somewhere doesnāt serve either of our interests.
Red: Does that mean you intend to let the animal out of its cage?
Fitch: Iām afraid itās not that simple. The best I can do is give you a fighting chance. Iāve arranged a transfer.
Red: Thatās all I need. I can take care of the rest.
Fitch: You know, every time we have one of these little talks, I wonder if itāll be our last. But when I consider the odds, I usually figure youāll come out fine. This time Iām not so sure. You and your task force are now targets. Good luck, Ray.
Red: Of course it would have to be you, because lady luck just adores me that much.ā¤
Walter Gary Martin: For the record, Fitch ordered me to do this. I hope youāre killed in the attempt. Two shots at my jaw ā thatās all you get. So you better make it good, because if I am not KOād, youāre getting a bullet in the temple.
Red: Well, Iāve never been one to shy away from a challenge. [ Hits him. Car swerves, crashes, Red escapes ]
[ š£ āOf course it would have to be you because Lady Luck just adores me that muchā [1:22 Berlin2] #TheBlacklist http://pic.twitter.com/jwbZgGfp4H ]
Red: [ On pay phone ] Lizzie. Listen to me. Youāre in danger. Everyone on the task force is a target.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Red: Thereāll be time to explain later. For now, pull everyone back. You are all in danger.
Liz: Get me Ressler and Meera.
[ Disco ]
Ressler: Sure about this?
Meera: My sources confirm this is where heās holed up.
Ressler: Iāll check the VIP ā Federal agent. Hands on the table. Letās go ā now! Hands on the table.
Liz: I canāt reach them. Theyāre already in the field. I need an address.
Ressler: Come on. Put your hands on the table ā now.
[ Guy takes off, Ressler pursues ]
Meera: I have eyes on possible unsub. I think he made me. You copy? Come back.
Ressler: Negative! Negative. Suspectās in cusā
[ Man comes up behind Meera, slits her throat ]
Liz: [ Comes through crowd ] Ressler! Ressler!
Ressler: Find Meera! Find her!
Liz: Meera! Meera! Oh, my God. No! No.
[ ā« ] Stay with me.
Stay with me.
Television: The aircraft that crashed into the East River earlier today is apparently being classified as a prison-transport plane. Rescue officials report that the cabin was retrofitted with restraints with the capacity for 10 to 12 passengers. No word yet on survivors. Its original flight plan is also still unknown. The plane appears to be similar in design to the C-47A, a common military planeā
Liz: Meeraās dead. You said we were all targets. Why?
Red: The day we met, you asked me why I surrendered to the FBI. There were many reasons. One of them was Berlin. Thatās why heās here ā because the work weāve done has forced him out of the shadows. He canāt allow the task force to continue. Meera was a casualty in a war she didnāt even know she was fighting. Iām afraid just by association, Iāve made you all potential targets.
Liz: It was Tom. If Berlin had the names of the agents in the task force, he had to have gotten them from Tom. Samās name was also in that book. Why? How is my father involved in this?
Red: Itās all just pieces of a much larger puzzle, and until all the pieces are laying in front of you, it wonāt go together. What I do know is this ā Samās involvement was as your father. And no one can pervert or distort that. Right now, our task is to identify our enemy ā our enemy today. Berlin wasnāt the only prisoner on that plane, and whoever wanted him wanted the others, as well. You need to find out who that someone is.
Prisoner: I donāt know. This is America, yes? In USA, I get lawyer.
Ressler: Let me tell you how it works in the USA, Dimitri. You tell me who put you on that plane, where you were being taken, and I will do my best to protect you from them. Or I find out on my own ā which I will ā and when I do, I will turn you over to whoever youāre running from, let them decide what to do with you. So, let me ask you again ā who put you on that plane?
Prisoner: Okay. I love FBI. I am want for arrest in Russia. I go to Venezuela for hiding. They find me there ā put me in car, take me to airport. Plane is already there. I see it is not just me. There are others. We are not allowed to speak. I donāt know more.
Ressler: Who found you?
Ressler: This was an SVR op. [ SVR ā Russiaās CIA ] This guyās a Russian fugitive being stolen back by his own country. No wonder the damn planeās unmarked.
Cooper: The Russians are never gonna say a word about it, let alone release the manifest.
Ressler: You want me to get the State Department involved?
Cooper: No. I want you to get Reddington involved. Maybe heāll pay the Russian ambassador a visit.
Russian Ambassador: Tuzik? Tuzik! Come! Tuzik.
Red: Mmm. Good evening, Ambassador.
Ambassador: Who the hell are you?
Red: No need to worry. Tuzik and I are getting along splendidly. Care for a peach? I rarely enter someoneās home for the first time without bringing a gift, and thereās a wonderful little produce stand around the corner. Iām calling the police. Mr. Ambassador, as we speak, thereās an unmarked plane being pulled from the East River. I think we both know that plane is Russian.
Ambassador: That plane has no ties to the Russian government.
Red: You really should try the peaches. Theyāre perfectly ripeā and freestone. Unlike a clingstone, the pit of a freestone separates more freely from the flesh, making it ideal for consumption. The prisoners on that planeā I need the manifest.
Ambassador: I swear if you hurt him
Red: Oh, my goodness, no. Iām not a monster. You really think Iād harm a dog? You, on the other hand ā [ Throws knife and hits ambassador in the thigh ]
Liz: The manifest. I just received it from Reddington.
Cooper: According to this, there were three guards. Two were killed in the crash.
Liz: The third is in ICU. Theyāre just bringing him out of surgery now.
Ressler: Based on everything we know, there were 10 prisoners on that transport. Three are in custody, four are confirmed dead, one of which is burned beyond recognition. Coronerās working to ID the John Doe now.
Liz: That leaves three convicts at large.
Ressler: Alexei Fayer, Bogdan Chrikoff, and Vadim Okecka.
Liz: One of them has to be Berlin.
Cooper: Talk to that surviving guard. Bring photos of our fugitives. Nobody sleeps until Agent Malikās killer is found.
Cooper: Agent Keen. Found it in Evidence [ Gives her toy bracelet Beth gave her in Pilot ], from that first day.
[ Flashback] Liz: Oh. You donāt have toā Thank you so much. This is beautiful. Wow. [ End ]
Cooper: Thought it might remind you of all the good weāve done.
[ Ressler shows photos of men to man in hospital, later identified as Berlin ]
(Berlin): No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Ressler: Look, we know the situation youāre in. The people you work for ā they know youāre here, so whatever secret youāre trying to protectā
Liz: We know about the man they call āBerlin.ā We know heās one of those three, and we need you to tell us which one.
(Berlin): You donāt know who youāre dealing with.
Liz: Why donāt you tell us?
(Berlin): I donāt know his name. No one knows his name. All I know is the story.
Ressler: Story? What story?
(Berlin): They say he started in the Red Army and then the KGB, and he was notorious for sending off his enemies to the war camps in Siberia. Then, towards the end of the Cold War, some stories began to circulate that his daughter had fallen in love with a dissident. She was captured, imprisoned. But, you see, the Colonel ā he knew his way around. He arranged so she could escape.[?] When the Kremlin found out, they decided to make an example of him, so they sent him off to Siberia to rot away with his enemies. It is said that they could hear him every night praying for his daughterās safety, that she would never be found. And one day, something arrived in his cell. It was a pocket watch he had given his daughter, and inside was a picture of her.ā¤ And a few months later, something else arrivedā her ear. And then a finger. His enemies sent her back to him piece by piece. No one knows how he did it, but he didā some say that he carved a knife from one of his daughterās bonesā and slaughtered all the men that had held him captive for so many years. Then he vanished, disappeared. A ghost hunting, searching for the man responsible for his daughterās death.The man youāre looking for is not on those photos. The man youāre looking for was never on the manifest.
[[ Note: ( ā Spoiler ā ) This version differs from Berlinās story later. It says Berlin helped his daughter escape, but she was caught. In 2:8 The Decembrist, Zoe accuses her father of imprisoning her friends and that she was trying to escape from him. It was Fitch et al who helped her escape. ]]
Martin: One of the most wanted men in the world has escaped federal custody. There are prisoners running free in the city. A CIA agent has been murdered. Where are you on the case?
Cooper: Weāve got the planeās manifest. Unfortunately, our POIās not on it.
Martin: So youāre nowhere?
Cooper: Weāre piecing it together.
Martin: The good news is that Reddingtonās escape from federal custody has been contained, which means if Keen is willing, the task force can continue.
Cooper: You arrested Reddington. He escaped. Now you ask me to meet in secret, off the record, so you can tell me youāre willing to work with him? You let Reddington get away. You want him on the street.
Martin: I donāt. āPeopleā do.
Cooper: What āpeopleā?
Martin: Just get Keen and Reddington back.
Cooper: What people?l
[ Martin doesnāt answer. Cooper walks over, gets in car, sits. Driver is slumped over, bloody. Someone grabs Cooper from behind and strangles him. Cooper name is shown being marked off the list of task force members Tom gave Kinsky ]
[ Prisoners, again: ]
ā What do I care if some copās dead? Iām telling you, I didnāt have anything to do with it.
ā No, no, no, no, no.
ā No.
ā No.
ā Mr. Hoodie is the guy that you want to talk to.
ā Ask Mr. Hood.
[ Ressler interrogates a prisoner ]
Ressler: We have an eyewitness. You were picked up six blocks from the crime scene.
We have a bloody fingerprint inside the vehicle, surveillance from that club. You have one chance right nowā who commissioned the hits? I want a name and location. Okay. All right. Funny thing, you knowā I used to be a real Boy Scout, strictly by the book, followed all the rules. Then this thing happens. My fiancĆ©, she gets killedā murdered right in front of me. The guy I did itā the only way I could get him was to forget all the rules. It was a real crossroads for me. Had to choose which path to take. The thing is, I think itās real important for you to know ā the path I took there wasnāt any rules. And the thing I realized was that sometimes, thatās okay. Like when some greasy Russian starts murdering my friends! I want a name. I want a name! I want a name.
Red: Milos Pavel Kinsky ā sometimes known as āBerlin.ā Heās a Russian national, former Spetsnaz Commando, trained in the KGBās 45 Division. Organized crime is now his fancy.
Fitch: Makes Putin look like a Christmas elf. Now that you know who he is, what exactly did you do to put him in such a bad mood?
Red: Iām just as curious as you.
Fitch: And youāre here because you want?
Red: Access. The kind even the FBI doesnāt have. All those spinning satellites that record every keystroke, every phone call, everybodyās dirty little secrets. You find him for me, and Iāll do the rest.
Fitch: I heard about Harold.
Red: Find him.
Liz: They donāt know if Cooperās gonna make it through the night. You still havenāt told me how Sam was involved in this.
Red: The way Sam told the story was that one night, an old friend showed up at his door scared. The friend told Sam he was leaving town, that he was in danger and that he needed someone to care for a little girl that her father had died that night in a fire. So Sam took the little girl in, and he raised her as his own always sheltering her from the truth about her biological father.
Liz: And thatās why you killed him.
Red: I killed Sam because he was in pain and he wanted to die and because I had to protect you from the truth.ā¤
Liz: What truth? The only memory I have of my real father is from the night of the fire. I remember him pulling me out of the flames saving me.
Red: Yes. And knowing his identity would put you in grave danger.
Liz: Why? Because heās a fugitive on the āMost Wantedā list?
Red: I loved Sam, Lizzie. Taking his life was of all the difficult things that Iāve done that may may be the most. But I did it to keep you from learning the name of your real father, to protect you. And you must understand ā having done that, Iām certainly not going to tell you who he was now.
Red: Yes?
Fitch: [ On phone ] I found him. Got a pencil?
Red: Iām listening.
Liz: Was that your source?
Red: Yes.
Liz: Did he find Berlin?
Red: Weāll have to keep looking. [[ Does this count as a lie? ]]
[ Red walks purposefully, shooting several men as he does, reaches building, enters, finds apartment with Kinsky inside and points gun at him ]
Kinsky [ Getting off phone ]: Look out! Letās deal with the other female agent first. Then I want you to take care of the ginger.
Red: You must be the one they call āBerlin.ā
Ressler: [ Outside Cooperās hospital room ] No, the reports are wrong. I donāt care what the manifest said. There was an 11th prisoner on that plane. Oh, you think I care about resources right now? This guy killed my partner. He gutted my boss. I want you to get every agent with a badge out looking for this damn guy.
Liz: [ At Cooperās bedside ] You, Meera, itās all because of me.
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Blacklist 1:22 Hostages ā Slideshow (10:05 mins)
[ Red is tying Kinsky up ]
Red: I must say, Iām very good at finding people. Iāve tracked enemies far and wide. I once found a hedgeāfund manager hiding in the Amazon with the Yawalapiti on the banks of the Kuluene River. You know what the key to finding your enemies is? Remembering everyoneās name. Itās critical to my survival. Anyone knows the head of some drug cartel in Colombia, some politician in Paris. But I know their wives, girlfriends, children, their enemies, their friends. I know their favorite bartender, their butcher. I remember the name of the baker I stole the strawberry bismark from when I was 11 years old and his wifeāTrudy Svoboda. But youā I have no idea who in the Sam Hill you are. I have not a clue what Iāve done to you, what Iāve taken from you. And yet, of all the people Iāve hurt, none of them have come after me with half as much vim and vigor as you. I donāt even recognize your face. Iām stymied. And yet, here we are. You found me.
Kinsky [ aka Fake-Berlin ]: Through your weakness. I searched for one for yearsā a weakness that would allow me to get to you. I nearly gave up. And then I find out about her. Seemed so implausible that someone so careful could be so careless. And so I exploited it and waited. And here we are thanks to Elizabeth Keen.
[ Tom gets in car that Liz is in. Points gun at her ]
Tom: Hey, babe.
Red: Help me understand what horrible thing I did to you that could possibly make all of this worth it. Who on Godās green Earth are you? What was that? Being shot in the hand is just an absolute bitchā all those little bones. At least it goes right through. Worst part, honestly, is needing somebody to help zip your fly. Tell me your story. Iām not leaving here without a story. Being shot in the hip, on the other handā Jiminy Cricket. Thick bone, large artery not to mention the fact that it makes walking upright forever impossible. Just donāt pass out. Stay focused. The story. What did I do to you? How about the kneecap? The IRA always loved a good kneecapping.
Kinsky: Beirut! Beirut.
Red: The Campolongo Incident.
[ Tom enters room, with Liz in front of him, holding gun to her head ]
Tom: Slide it. Slide the gun now.
Red: No. Are you hurt?
Kinsky: Do it! Kill her! Pull the trigger! Do it! Now! Kill her! Pull the trigger! Do it now!
Liz: Donāt do it. Do you hear me?! ā Tom. Please.
Pavlovich Brothers: Shoot her! This man ā he take everything from me! For what? For nothing. For money ā business. He snaps his fingers, and my life wasā
[ Red shoots Kinsky/Fake-Berlin in head ]
Red: Well, that simplifies matters. Just the three of us. [ Red stretches arms out, pointing his gun away from Tom, begins walking toward him ] Tom, put the gun down before you do something youāll deeply regret. Iām the one you want. Make the right choice, Tom. But make it fast. Because when I get over there, Iām gonna take that gun away from you. [Tom shoots at Red, but Lizās hair obstructs his shot, and he only nicks Redās shoulder, Red flinches. Liz Turns and struggles with Tom for his gun. She gets it and shoots Tom three times in the abdomen. He slumps down wall to floor. Red quickly approaches Tom, is about to shoot him.]
Liz: [ Grabs Redās arm ] No!
Red: We canāt leave him alive.
Liz: Please go. Iāll finish it. This is between us.
Red: Do it quickly. Iāll be waiting outside.
Tom: ā¦ Iām sorry ā¦
[ Tom whispers something to Liz ]
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Ed. note: What went down: ( see above )
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1. Tom threatens Liz in order to get to Red (and hides behind her to protect himself)
2. Red disarms to save Liz: āIām the one you wantā
3. Red begins to walk calmly toward Tom: āMake the right choice, Tom. But make it fast. Because when I get over there, Iām gonna take that gun away from you.ā
4. Tom shoots but his gun is tangled in Lizās hair and his aim is off
5. Red flinches from a shot to his shoulder
6. Liz wrestles with Tom for the gun, gets it, shoots him once. Tom goes for the gun; Liz shoots him two more times
7. Red comes over to finish Tom off
8. Liz stops Red, saying she will take care of killing Tom
[ Next Scene: ]
Authorities are now reporting that all prisoners from that crashed plane have been apprehended and they are in police custody. In a statement issued moments ago from City Hall, the governor congratulated local and federalā¦
[ Prisoners, again ]
ā I told you everything I know.
ā Iām telling you, I didnāt have anything to do with it.
ā I told you everything I know.
ā What more do you want to know? I didnāt have anything to do with it.
ā How long you going to keep me here?
FBI: Indefinitely.
Liz: Her kids were only 8 and 5. [ Referring to Meera ]
Ressler: Any update on Cooper?
Aram: Um the coroner, uh, just called in the results on the John Doeā the charred body found at the scene. He wasnāt a prisoner.
Ressler: He had to be. I mean, we accounted for everyone.
Liz: This report identifies him as the third guard on the manifest.
Ressler: What? No. I mean, the third guard ā heās in a hospital. Berlin cut his hand off.
Aram: Oh, no.
Ressler: What is it?
[ Flashback of chaos inside plane during descent ]
[ Prisoners being interrogated, in flashback: ]
FBI: He cut his hand off?
ā He was handcuffed to a guard, and heās cutting his hand off.
ā cutting his hand off.
ā his hand off.
ā cutting hand.
Liz: Yeah, thatās what all the prisoners said ā he cut his hand off.
Aram: No, no. Itās, um, itās a lexical ambiguity. He cut his hand off.
Liz: Berlin cut off his own hand?
Ressler: The guard.
[ Ressler and Liz rush to hospital, enter Berlinās room. A man is on the floor bleeding, a bloody sharpened bone at his side. The bed is empty. Berlin is gone. ]
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Blacklist 1:22 āStay with Meā ā Slideshow (5:12 mins)
Liz: The man you killed wasnāt Berlin.
Red: Yes, I know.
Liz: You know? How?
Red: He spoke of Beirut 2010, the Campolongo incidentā an unfortunate mess, but Berlinās attacks on my business started years earlier. The moment he said it, I knew.
Liz: But you didnāt say anything?
Red: Berlin needs to believe I think heās dead. It provides us with an advantage.
Liz: So, heās still out there. Iām sure youāll find him.
Red: Lizzie, thereās something I want you to understand about your father Sam. That night when he took you inā without hesitationā Sam made a difficult choice that changed the course of his life. And thatās where you find yourself now. You can turn away and run from it. You can hide from it. And if you choose to do that, Iāll fly away. Or you can face it and confront it engage it. And maybeā maybe you prevail and rise above it.
[ Liz shakes her head āNoā ]
Red: I understand. Iāll be on a plane tonight.
[ ā« music] yes, I understand that every life must end uhāhuh
as we sit alone, I know someday we must go uhāhuh
oh, Iām a lucky man to count on both hands the ones I love
some folks just have one, yeah, others, they got none uhāhuhāŖ stay with me oh, letās just breathe ooooh, ooh, ooooh
[ ā(All notes from here to end are very important) Ressler is sitting at Cooperās bedside. He notices Cooperās hand move, leaps up and goes looking for help. A crew is at the crime scene where Kinsky is still dead in chair. The spot where Tom had collapsed is vacant. Berlin is shown shaving off his beard, then looking at the locket with his daughterās photo inside ]
āŖ practiced are my sins, never gonna let me win uhāhuh
under everything, just another human being uhāhuh
yeah, I donāt wanna hurt thereās so much in this world to make me bleedāŖ stay with me
youāre all I see
[āLater, outside mansion in which they have been staying, Dembe and Red are loading bags into trunk of car. A cab drives up. Liz steps out. Red looks up, broad grin. Liz steps forward, with cautious smile. She has decided to stay! ]
āŖ did I say that I need you?
did I say that I want you?
oh, if I didnāt, Iām a fool, you see no one knows this more than me
as I come clean I wonder every day as I look upon your face uhāhuh
everything you gave and nothing you would save uhāhuhā¦
Liz: Tom told me something right before he died.
Red: What was that?
Liz: āYour fatherās alive.ā
Red: Lizzie, look at me.
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āŖ did I say that I need you?
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Red: Iām telling you, with no uncertainty, your father is dead. He died in that fire.
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āŖ Iām a fool, you see no one knows this more than me
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Liz: That man ā Berlin ā heās out there.
Red: Yes. And weāll find him.
āŖ Music continues
[āRed is in his room. He looks at the photo he got from the Stewmakerās book ā It is the same photo that is in Berlinās locket. He unbuttons his shirt to check the fresh bullet wound on his shoulder, pulls off the bandage. He lowers his shirt further ā to reveal his back covered with hideous burn scars ]
āŖ nothing you would take everything you gave oh,
hold me till I die
meet you on the other side
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ā« Just Breathe
By Pearl Jam
āŖ Yes, I understand that every life must end, uh-huh
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, uh-huh
Oh Iām a lucky man, to count on both hands the ones I love
Some folks just have one, yeah, others, theyāve got noneStay with meā¦
Letās just breatheā¦āŖ Practiced all my sins, never gonna let me win, uh-huh
Under everything, just another human being, uh-huh
I donāt wanna hurt, thereās so much in this world to make me bleedStay with me
Youāre all I seeā¦āŖ Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didnāt Iām a fool you see
No one knows this more than meāŖ As I come cleanā¦
I wonder everyday, as I look upon your face, uh-huh
Everything you gave
And nothing you would save, oh noNothing you would take
Everything you gaveā¦āŖ Did I say that I need you?
Oh, did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didnāt Iām a fool you see
No one knows this more than me
And I come clean, ahā¦āŖ Nothing you would take
Everything you gave
Hold me til I die
Meet you on the other sideā¦Lyrics & Credits: http://bit.ly/1tGjTw0
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1IgKCER
END 1:22 āāā
FINIS
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